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you're not cool enough - stiles stilinski

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spiderman!stiles stilinski x reader

summary; secrets get revealed and yet, you don't believe it

warnings; cursing, kissing

authors note; this spiderman!au is mostly inspired by that one picture of dylan

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"no way, you're not cool enough."

if there's one thing you know about beacon hills, it was extremely unpredictable.

after finding out scott was a werewolf, your life became pretty hectic. you and your friend group were fighting all sort of supernatural villains. from kanima’s to nogitsune’s, safe to say you and your friends had your fair share of villains.

the one thing you could've never, ever, predicted was a superhero. you heard that right, the whole city of beacon hills and some surrounding towns had its very own superhero.

it wasn't unusual, there were other superhero around the world. it was just strange beacon hills had one. you had fought all different kinds of supernatural beings and evil people, so why a superhero. it was nice to have someone fight the non-supernatural criminals that were big enough the cause havoc that's too much for the police. but it was all so weird.

the villains kept getting weirder and weirder. it started out with bank robber and thief's, but it escalated, and fast. they started getting comic-like. villains that you would've thought you and your friends fought, but the masked man did.

there was a man who created a pair of metal wings the flew around destroying things, a former scientist turned crazy with robotic tenticles coming out of his back, and even a man who was electric.

sooner or later, it felt normal to have him around. he was like a blessing in disguise. often times you'd see him helping an old lady cross the street or returning a bike to a young boy who had tears in his eyes, he even bought him ice cream afterwards. the whole city fell in love with this masked vigilante, and so did you.

the blue and red clad spandex, mask-wearing, superhero quickly became some sort of celebrity crush. he stole your attention every time anyone mentioned him. you could only imagine what he looked like underneath that mask. the boy who called himself spiderman even sounded attractive.

you pictured this lean yet muscular body, dark colored hair either brown or black, and amazing cheekbones. you had doodled different samples of what he could look like. you had a major crush on someone you didn't even know what looked like.

but what you didn't know is you based your little masked crush on your best friend, stiles. stiles has had the biggest crush on you since forever, and so have you, except you didn't know of it. you always played off because you didn't think you could be attracted to your best friend.

you had spent multiple months wondering who in this crazy town was spiderman, you never, ever, thought it could be your best friend.

you and stiles were currently sitting on your living room floor with all your homework spread across the coffee table. you both were studying for a big test in your upcoming sociology class. you had the tv playing in the background with the news playing.

"okay, true or false: the–" stiles begins to say before the news interrupts him.

it was a news story about spidey's latest take down. "shh!" you silenced stiles to listen closely.

stiles only rolled his eyes at your infatuation to the superhero. he loved that you had a crush on spiderman because he was spiderman, but what he hated was that what if he told you he was spiderman and you were disappointed? what if you didn't like him?

he shook out all those bad thoughts and tuned into to what the news reporter was saying about his latest take down. the female reporter explained how he took down a group of bank robbers with high tech weapons. you partially had hearts for eyes as you watch phone footage of him defending himself. “i hope he’s okay.” stiles heard you mumble to himself.

once the story ended and the commercials rolled through, you put your attention back to stiles and your schoolwork. "i wonder who spiderman is."

"i could be spiderman." stiles said with a shrug.

"ha. funny." you say not taking your eyes off your paper.

you can sense stiles having a look of disbelief. looking up, you proved your senses, his jaw was slack and his brows furrowed. he was spastically trying to find words to say. "its because you aren't cool enough." you shrugged jokingly.

"pfft. whaat?! i am so cool enough to be spiderman." he stammered out.

you were only half-assing your words. of course your best friend was cool enough to be spiderman and you wouldn't doubt it either, considering all the weird stuff in this city. its just, you couldn't picture him as spiderman. you couldn't picture stiles as your masked crush.

weeks went by and the masked man still held your attention. stiles had been debating on whether on not to tell you. his major fear of you being disgusted by him being your masked crush shook him to the core.

it made him wonder how it would be like after he told you. would you be tame about it, would you somehow miraculously like him back, or would you stop being friends and never speak again. he also wondered if you would go and tell the whole city his secret identity.

you had also been doing some thinking of your own. about stiles, specifically. his boyish charm had been sneaking its way to your heart. his witty and sarcastic comebacks, his ability to make you laugh no matter what, and his charming good looks have been wrapped around your brain for weeks.

you didn't want to confirm it, in fear of potentially getting rejected and losing one of the best friendships you had ever experienced, but you had been falling for your best friends. not suddenly, but you realized you had begun falling for him a while ago. you don't know when or how but its been quite a while.

on one uneventful night, on your part, you had been sitting on your bed doing homework. your headphones were blasting your homework playlist loud enough so you couldn't hear any potential distractions. everyone else in the house was asleep so the was for sure gonna be no distractions.

except for the abrupt knock on your second story window. you hadn't heard it the first few knocks, the continuous knocks didn't line up to the beat of the song in your ears so you suspected in was something outside of your headphones.

your bedroom was on the second story and there were no surrounding trees anyone could climbing up or have knock on the window on a windy day. so naturally you were curious, and frankly a bit scared, as to who or what could be at the window.

now stiles had a long, long night. there was a new and unwanted villain in town and stiles, well spiderman, was the first to respond.

the new villain in town called himself grizzly. his motives were unknown but stiles knew he was some sort of ex-fighter with a bear themed design. he wore a suit of fur with real authentic, and sharp, claws. stiles had learned that the hard way.

grizzly had been wrecking havoc on innocent people of beacon hills. he was destroying property and stole valuables all to get the attention of spiderman. for some reason, grizzly had it out for him. the suit grizzly wore made him have some sort of super strength ability, making his jabs more painful.

their fight lasted longer than stiles thought it would. after countless punches, claw marks, and web slinging, the fight was over. the cops finally arrived and removed the costume from grizzly and took him into custody.

it was a nasty fight. stiles had more hits on him than he suspected. despite his mask, he knew he still had multiple cuts and bruises along his face, multiple on his arms and legs, and four deep slashes from grizzly's claws right on his torso, cutting right through his suit. he couldn't go home, not like this, nor to any of his friends houses to keep his identity a secret.

he was limping down the cold asphalt with nothing but the moonlight lighting his path. the roads were empty and stiles was thankful for this, no drivers would wander up to him and ask him for a ride– he just wanted to be alone.

not completely alone, his subconscious thoughts led him right to your driveway. he sighed, the truth was going to come out sooner or later. he didn't want it to be like this, he didn't want to have to tell you while battered and bruised. he just hoped you would take it lightly.

stiles webbed his way up to your second story window and knocked on your window, slightly wincing from the bruises on his knuckles. he hoped and prayed you weren't asleep as knocked again and again. sooner or later, due to his heightened senses, he heard shuffling around the room.

you had gotten up and cautiously made your way to the window. slowly opening the curtains, you were shocked to see the masked boy you had a crush on at your window. "spiderman?!" you almost shouted but stopped yourself when you remembered the house was sleeping.

he frantically nodded and pointed to the window, telling you to open it.

when he stepped in to your room, you finally see the damage he had taken. the four large slashes really catching your eyes. "holy shit! are you okay? what am i saying, or course you aren't." you rambled on.

spiderman didn't say any words to you, scared you would recognize the voice. "wait a minute," you started. "how did you know where i live? how do you know who i am?"

it was now or never. stiles needed to remove the mask so it wouldn't get weird. he needed to know you were safe.

slowly, he reached his hand the wasn't occupied by holding his side up to his mask and pulled it off his head.

the dark fluffy hair and honey brown eyes were truly recognizable. behind the painful looking bruises and cuts you could see the boy who you loved. for a moment all you saw was stiles, not spiderman, but finally came to your senses. "stiles?!"

"i know, i know. listen, i just–"

"what the hell? how long has this been a thing?"

"um– well, about a couple years." he finally looked you in the eyes with a pity, half-assed smile, "surprise."

"no way," stiles' eyebrow raised. you decided to poke at him a bit. you weren't mad, a bit surprised in all honesty. but you can discuss all this later after you help clean him up. "you're not cool enough." a smirk almost present.

"wha–" stiles stared before you interrupted him.

"im kidding." you say with a small bit of chuckle. "now," you say looking at his cuts concerned. "what the hell happened to you."

while stiles explained the fight and this man so called named "grizzly", you were cleaning and stitching up his cuts. you needed him to take off his suit so you could have more access to all of his cuts. this left him in only his boxers, which stiles rocked a permanent shade of pink spread across his cheeks.

by the time you finished cleaning up stiles, he looked like the poster child for child safety. "thanks." stiles sheepishly said. between the amount on flinching and blood, you're surprised neither you or stiles didn't pass out.

"its no problem. now, explain everything."

so that's what stiles did. he told you how he was bit by a radioactive spider, he explained all of his new powers, and even explained some of the villains he fought. "still think im not cool enough." stiles said teasing you as he picked up on your amazed expression throughout the storytelling.

"yeah, yeah." you let out a small laugh. "i just did a load of laundry, some of your clothes were in there. i can go get them if you want."

"yeah, sure. that's fine."

as you ran downstairs, stiles rehearsed lines in his head like he was performing in a play. he was trying to figure out everything to say to you.

you also have been doing some thinking of your own. none of your feelings have changed, in fact, your feelings have amplified. having your masked "celebrity" crush be your real life crush.

you returned with a pair of sweat shorts and a t-shirt. "i'll just– i'll leave you to change."

before you could even turn the doorknob, you felt something attach onto your back and spin you around. you found yourself chest to chest with stiles. he had webslinged you towards him. his arms wrapped around your waist while yours fall to his chest.

both heavy breathing, stiles speaks up first, "i didn't really think this far through." he gave a small chuckle which you returned.

your smiles faltered and silence fell over you two.

oh, fuck it, you both thought while pulling each other closer till your lips met. the molded together like they were meant to be together.

you both pulled away after needed some air, resting your foreheads against each others. “i’m so glad you turned out to be spider-man.” you said just above a whisper, still not taking your foreheads off each other.

“yeah?”

“yeah,” you nodded leaning in for another kiss. you two had made you way onto your bed.

“be mine?” stiles said as he pulled away for air.

you smiled sweetly and nodded, leaning in for another kiss.

after many minutes of kissing, you two were now cuddling in sweet silence. “so am i cool enough now?” stiles brought up. all you did was laugh and nod in response before curling up impossibly closer to him. you had your very own super hero as your boyfriend and you couldn’t be happier.

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Requests are open

Guys I just wanted to say that while I will probably be pretty busy this month with the entries for Yandere Writetober, I do take requests so if you have any ideas for Yandere stories - be they platonic, romantic or something else entirely - let me know. I'm pretty open to most things but I'll probably won't write Smut for now. Fandom-wise you can just request and I'll let you know If I write for it or not, or you check out the list at the end of this post (those were the ones I could think of on the spot tho so probably not a finished list).

Who knows, maybe some of you just wanna chat and exchange ideas, I'm open to that as well. Let me know

Batfam

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One Piece (life action)

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Moonknight

Wednesday

Original Work

Spider-Man ATSV

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Doctor Who

Teen Wolf

Harry Potter

Criminal Minds

X-Men

Genshin Impact

Obey Me

ATLA

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Season one Stiles is hot and I will throw hands if you say otherwise.

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happy birthday Allison Argent of Teen Wolf fame😻

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Vampire Academy tv show? Dissapointment.

Teen Wolf movie? Dissapointment

If anyone else wants to bring back some old flame of mine from like the earliest 2010s....

please don’t

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Spotlight Artist: Ruelle

You might have heard her music on hit television series such as Shadowhunters, Arrow, Grey’s Anatomy, Pretty Little Liars, Dynasties, 13 Reasons Why, Sleepy Hollow, and so many more. Today we’re exploring pop artist, Ruelle on this Spotlight Artist.

MUSIC

Starting her music career in songwriting in Nashville, TN, Maggie Eckford released two albums, For What It’s Worth in 2010 and Show and Tell in 2012. Her early music could be classified as indie pop and alternative.

Her next release was EP Up in Flames in 2014 under the stage name Ruelle. She found her niche in the dark yet emotionally cinematic music that carved her path out and was one of the go-to artists to be featured in TV and movies. Ruelle’s subsequent releases followed this style. Her newest albums, Earth Glow and Exodus, still had an electro-pop feel but are comparably softer lyrically and tonally.

Ruelle has been featured with Fleurie, Zayde Wolfe, Tommee Profitt, UNSECRET, Hidden Citizens, and more.

TV AND MOVIES

Mentioned previously, Ruelle’s approach to her music allowed her songs to be featured on a number of shows and movies.

Her song Until We Go Down was featured in the movie The Loft in 2014, but she didn’t slow down there. In 2015, 11 of her songs were aired on shows like Finding Carter, Teen Wolf, Scream: The TV Series, and The Originals. 2016 song uptick in her songs being used on TV and she even wrote music for Freeform’s The Shadowhunters. In 2019, her song The World We Made was featured in Netflix’s movie The Old Guard.

CONCLUSION

The magic of Ruelle’s songs is that you can place them in heartbreaking, gut-wrenchingly sad moments to dark, emotionally twisted villainy-type moments or even during action-packed sequences. They can set the mood for trailers, promotions, and television title screens.

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Stubborn Brat

Warnings: none, it's fluffy. (Cutesy and shit)

Valentine's Day. The worst holiday ever to be made to mankind.

Every year, it never fails to disappoint me.

No one will ask me.

I push out of my self-deprecating thoughts and go to my last class; My free period. During my free periods I go to the lacrosse field to read, but today, the lacrosse team was out there practicing for the big charity game that's coming up. "Hey, Sti," I yell as I wave as he runs toward me. He was out of breath, sweaty hair matted to his forehead. He looked hot, and I always teased him for it. I smirk at him, "Oh my bad, I didn't not Mister Hottie was out to play today," I joke. 

Stiles rolls his eyes and points to his water bottle. It was a Mets bottle with the printed signatures of the team. I had gotten it for him years ago when I learned he liked them. I was 10, and I saved up and got him it and asked him to be my friend. He immediately accepted my offer and jumped on me screaming that I was the best. 

I grab the famous bottle and toss it to him. He squirts the water in his mouth and some on his face. "Thanks" he mumbles before wiping his face from water and sweat. So, what's your plan for this stupid Valentine's Day?" 

I glare at him in response. I plopped my body down onto the bench, and I couldn't help but notice his eyes watching my breast. Great day to wear a deep V-neck, I thank my morning self. "I was hoping to hang out with my best friend," I say in a teasing annoyed voice. I was talking about Stiles. "But it seems he doesn't want to," I add feigning annoyance, teasing him.

Stiles laughs and playfully elbows my side. "You know you're the only person I'd like to hang out with today, you brat," he chuckles, with a playful grin. He sits down with me, placing his bottle back in his bag. Then he pulls my body toward him. I laugh and lay my head on his shoulder. "What do you want to do today?" 

I blow a raspberry and look at him. My eyes had a playful glare to them. I knew we couldn't do what I wanted to do, mostly because I was too scared to tell him that I liked him. "I have no idea." I think a bit before adding. "Maybe we can watch that princess movie you talked about yesterday."

"The Princess Bride?" he asks as he wraps his arm around me with a content smile. "Sure, I'd be more than happy to rewatch it with you. However, I think this movie is more of a date movie. You don't have any boyfriends you could watch it with instead?"

I glare at him and then sigh. I squint my eyes after a few seconds. "You know damn well I don't have a boyfriend, Stiles," I grumble. I take a breath before adding to that. "My standards are too high and I'm pretty much a nobody," I laugh. I poke his side and ask him something. "What about you? Do you have anyone you wanna ask to be your Valentine?"

We laugh together as he shakes his head. "I'm in the same boat as you, honey," he sighs breathily as he wraps his other arm around me, ultimately scooting me closer to him. "If I could ask anyone it would be you."

As he says this he glances down at me with weary eyes, his brown doe-like eyes staring straight into mine. I shudder. All of a sudden my mouth runs dry. Did he just say what I think he just said?

After that brief pause, my eyes widened. "Really? You'd ask me?" I choke out. A beat of silence goes by, I fill it up with more words. "Well, what's stopping you?"

Stiles gives me a hearty chuckle, the famous curve of his lips returning. He glances at Scott in the distance and Scott gives him a thumbs-up with a cheeky smile.

Stiles sighs and moves hair out of my face with his slender fingers. I couldn't say anything more. I couldn't bring myself to do so. He had always moved hair out of my face, but this time it felt different. More intimate. I want him to do it again.

"You're my best friend; I don't want to mess it up... I couldn't bear losing you."

I think for a moment, my emotions being displayed on my face: anxiety, excitement, relief, and hope.

"Why don't we make a promise? That whatever happens... if it doesn't work out, we will work it through and continue being friends?" I ask softly. Hopeful. My voice cracked as I spoke with such anxiety I never thought I could experience.

Stiles' mouth runs dry in return. After a second he nods his head once. "If you promise to sell be my friend, no matter what, then I would be happy to ask you to be my valentine," he reiterates softly.

"Even through ash and dust, Stiles. I promise," I answer immediately. I smile cup his face into my small hands and kiss his sweaty forehead. "You aren't getting rid of me. I did hard work to be friends with you... I had to beg for weeks to get my uncle to give me a copy of his Mets signatures. Then get that on a water bottle. I didn't do that for nothing," I smirk playfully.

Stiles hums happily and returns the forehead kiss. I gush, blood rushing to my face as he began to speak. "You were always a stubborn brat," he chuckles, wrapping you in a tight hug. I feel his heart beat quickly, his breath quickening as he holds me in his arms. This is a core memory, I thought as I stared back into his beautiful brown eyes.

"Now I'm your brat," I whisper nervously.

"My brat," he hums deeply, still hugging me tight. "You know you're really cute when you act like a brat?" He asks as he leans his head against mine. He loosens his hug before squeezing a few times to show affection.

"That's because I'm me and you just think I'm cute, regardless of the way I act," I voice in joking confidence as I flip my hair in dramatic.

He laughs, rolls his eyes, and glances at Scott that was on the field. I glance at Scott as well. "True; I think you're cute whatever you do. Especially when you're angry. Basically... you're cute when you're being a pain in the ass as well," he teases as he rubs my lower back reassuringly.

"Me being a pain in the ass makes things interesting and you know it!" I blurt laughing loudly, causing a few people to stare.

"Eyes off her, Lahey," Stiles Barks angrily.

"Yeah yeah, I know, she's yours, blah blah," I hear in the distance from Isaac. "I heard the conversation," he grumbles as he waves his hand to get Stiles off his back.

"Are you going to be more protective like that? If so, let all of it go because that was hot," I say honestly, a smirk on my face as I continue to watch Stiles glare at Isaac walk away. Stiles was taken aback and slowly turned his head down to me. "Of course, you would like that, you practically fangirled when Kylo Ren had a temper episode."

I cut him off with a scoff. "He is hot and you know it, Kyle Ren and Annikan are two beautiful men that me and other women would gladly kneel for!" I explain in a loud whisper. There was no way I could scream that without people judging me.

Stiles shakes his head with a smile. "What if I said Leia is hot, hmm? Or Rey?" He asks sassily.

I stand my ground and agree with a hum. "I would agree with you, those two women are also very hot." He looks at me for a second, opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. I shrug at him with a "Don't ask, I don't know either but I stand by what I said" face.

"STILINSKI, GET YOUR ASS BACK ON THE FIELD AND STOP EMBARRASSING YOURSELF IN FRONT OF THAT GIRL," Coach screams across the field.

I giggle and whisper in Stiles' ear. "I can kiss you to show him you aren't embarrassing yourself if you'd like." He nods immediately. "Cheek or lips?"

"Lips," he says with heart eyes. I stand quickly and pull him up.

"STILINSKI," Coach yells again.

I take a step closer to Stiles, grabbing his hands and interlocking them. I stand on my tippy toes and lean up to kiss him. Multiple eyes were on me, and I was nervous, but as soon as his lips touched mine there was nothing. Nothing but me and my best friend.

I pull back with a smile, my lips wet from the kiss. "Go practice, soldier," I laugh at his hearty expression. He salutes, "Yes Sergeant," he yells.

"I'm not in Rotc anymore, dipshit," I laugh. He shrugs and pecks my lips a few times, humming between them and going back for more. I mess up his hair and shove him off. "Go practice, dummy!"

After practice, Stiles came running to me and squeezed me so tight I struggled to breathe. "Alright strong me, I need air," I struggled to speak. He let me go, apologized and kissed my face everywhere. "I missed my girl," he whispers to me.

"You were just here like 30 minutes ago," I laughed, kissing his cheek back briskly.

He gave me a look like I was dumb. "You just gave me the best kiss of my life and told me to go; our first kiss, to be specific. Of course, I'm going to miss you. I'd miss you if I didn't see you for 10 seconds," he shrugs, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

"You're a dork."

"And you're a brat."

"Brat tamer."

"Nerd."

"Dumb-head."

I gasp at him playfully. "You take that back! I am not a dumb-head," I exclaim with a playful hurt pout.

Scott walked passed us saying: "Yeah, that was uncalled for, Stiles." Scott had a playful grin on his face and Stiles shoved him before returning to hug me.

"Give me another kiss and I'll think about taking it back," Stiles smirks down at me. Scott raises his eyebrows and covers his eyes.

I laugh at the two dorks. I cup Stiles' chin and guide his mouth to connect with mine. Once again, I forgot that other people were near. I only realized that there were people near when I heard some of the lacrosse team members cheer for Stiles. I pull back with a smile, breaking into a laugh at the childish team members I've grown to be familiar with and adore. "Shove off Greenburg, Johnson, Garcia, Austin, you too, don't think you're hidden behind the bench," I laugh, using the member's name.

"You're not allowed to call him Austin, it's Vaught."

I roll my eyes at Stiles and glance back to Austin. "Vaught, shove off." I then look back to Stiles and ask with sass, "Better? Pretty boy?" He nods quickly and pecks my lips, humming with approval and kissing it again and again. "Stiles!"

"I'm sorry," he laughs. I smack his ass, something I do all the time. He squeaks in and runs with Scott as well as his team members who were waiting for him to go to the locker room. I watch him laugh and jump on Scott's back. A few of the members jumped on his back as well and ended up dog-piling. "Boys! Go shower, y'all stink!" I laugh. A few of them laugh and call me mom and I just flip them off.

This was fun to write. And so cute as well. I hope you enjoyed it, I love y'all babes! <3<3<3 Happy Valentine's Day!!!

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

☽︎𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏☾︎

Ch.2

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 9.3k

a/n: I started writing this in November of 2020 on Wattpad and finished a few years later, and although it's kind of old now it's still one of my favorite things I have written so far. I wanted to give it a bit of new life here on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it. There were about 90 chapters so wish me luck on this massive, and probably slow, migration 😅

A teenage girl sits cross legged in the middle of her bed dressed in pajamas. A book is held up in front of her. The cover of black leather has no title but the Triple Moon is embossed vertically in the middle, a moonstone sewn into the middle moon. Her head moves slightly as she reads and she mutters the words under her breath. She suddenly looks towards her window, a flash of purple is reflected when her eyes meet themselves in the glass before she blinks and they're back to their original color. She tilts her head a bit as if listening for something and squints her eyes before she gets up. The book closes and plops down onto the covers in front of her as she gets up, her hands unfolding from their place in her lap.

She pauses a few steps from her window with a sigh and a roll of her eyes. She takes the last few steps and quickly pulls open the window, sticking her head out and startling the brunette boy currently scaling the trellis on the side of the house. "What are you doing, Stiles?" She asked once he regained his hold on the structure.

"God! Y/n! You nearly scared me to death! How did you know I was here?" He asked, slightly out of breath from the combination of climbing the side of her house and getting a scare.

She shrugged a shoulder. "I heard you."

"How?! I was super careful not to make a sound. Also why weren't you answering your phone?"

"Not careful enough, apparently. And I was busy reading. I didn't want to be disturbed. Now, again, what are you doing, Stiles?"

"I saw my dad leave like 40 minutes ago. Dispatch called, everyone from the Beacon Department and even State Police were called in because two joggers found a body in the woods."

"No."

"No? What do you mean no?"

"I mean no. School starts tomorrow and I don't want to spend my last night of summer traipsing through the woods looking for a body."

"Half body." He corrected.

"Let me rephrase. I don't want to spend my last night of summer traipsing through the woods looking for a half body. Go drag Scott out of bed and make him go with you."

"Uh, he already did." Scott's voice drifted up to the two and Y/n looked past Stiles to see Scott giving her a sheepish grin.

She gave him an unimpressed look before leveling it on Stiles. "There's no way I'm gonna get you to leave me alone tonight, is there?"

"Nope." He grinned at her when she rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Fine." She pulled her head back in her room and stalked over to her closet.

"What are you doing?" She glanced behind her to see Stiles now haphazardly hanging onto her window sill.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm putting on some clothes. I don't want to go out, but I don't want to go without proper clothing more. Now, you can either watch me change or get off my window, but choose wisely."

He flushed a bit as he started to stammer. "Uh-um- I'm uh- I'm gonna go. Down there. With Scott."

"Good choice." She squinted her eyes at him with a sarcastic smile. Once he was out of sight and on the ground with a quiet 'thump' she shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Idiot." She mumbled under her breath but still couldn't help the small smile that crept onto her lips. She hurried and got dressed in a sweater and some pants before climbing onto her window sill and down the trellis, leaving her window ajar for when she came back. When she was on solid ground she made her way to the blue Jeep that she has come to associate as purely Stiles.

Stiles comes to a stop in front of a sign labeled Beacon Hills Preserve No Entry After Dark. All three teens hop out of the Jeep, Stiles holds a flashlight. "We're seriously doing this?" Scott asked with worry in his tone.

"You're the one who's always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles shot back with a pat on Scott's shoulder when he passed. Y/n comes up next to Scott with a sigh.

"He's kinda got you there, Scotty." She also pats his shoulder before reluctantly following behind the overly excited boy.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott also reluctantly followed.

"Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." Stiles retorted from five steps ahead of them.

"Hey, be nice Stilinski. Scott's trying to play this year."

"I will play this year." Scott corrected. "In fact, I'm making first line."

"Hey, that's the spirit." Y/n smiled at Scott with a nudge that he returned with a smile of his own.

"Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one." Stiles said.

"Like chasing after Lydia Martin." Y/n mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?" Stiles couldn't hear her over the crunching of leaves and Scott's scoff.

"I said 'how much can these woods darken?'' Stiles threw a questioning glance over his shoulder at Y/n's innocent expression. He then looked at Scott, but the shaggy haired boy just shrugged. Stiles shook his head and continued looking forward as Y/n smirked to herself.

"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked.

Stiles slowed in his walking for a moment. "Huh! I didn't even think about that." He chuckled.

"I've got a question too." Y/n said with a finger raised slightly in the air. "What if whoever killed this person is still out here?"

"Also something I didn't think about."

"Of course you didn't." Y/n shook her head.

"It's... comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail." Scott joked as they climbed up a steep incline making him start to breathe a bit harder.

"I know."

"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Scott leaned against a tree and pulled out his inhaler. Y/n stopped with him as Stiles kept going.

"You good, Scott?" She asked, concerned.

He simply nodded as he shook the inhaler and waved her on. She took a few steps still looking at him before facing forward as he continued to walk with her. Stiles stumbles to the ground to lay on his stomach, Y/n following more gracefully with Scott falling beside her like Stiles had. Scott wheezes as they watch several flashlight beams scan the area, the figures holding them looking for any sign of the other half of the body.

"Okay, come on!" Stiles suddenly jumps up and runs in the direction of the other people.

"Stiles!" Scott calls but he doesn't answer.

Y/n groans. "I'll go after him." Y/n also jumps up and starts running after him.

Scott takes a puff of his inhaler before he also follows. "Wait up!" The three run through the woods, Y/n whisper yelling at Stiles at how much of an idiot he's being. "Stiles!" Scott also tries to whisper yell at the boy.

"Stiles, stop!" Y/n's forceful tone finally gets him to slow to a walk, looking behind him for his friends. Y/n catches up just as a dog barks at him, scaring him into falling back, which happened to be right into Y/n, sending both teens to the ground.

"Hold it right there!" An officer yells, the dog still barking as lights are shined on the two.

"Hang on, hang on!" Another voice calls over the ruckus. "This little delinquent belongs to me."

"Get off me, you oaf! You're crushing my ribs." Y/n groans with effort as she pushes Stiles off while he tries desperately to get up.

"Dad, how are you doing?" Stiles greets his father once he manages to stop crushing his friend.

"Y/n." Noah Stilinski greets.

"Hello Sheriff." She gives an innocent smile as she stands.

"Does he know you're out here?" Y/n didn't need him to name anyone to know who he was talking about.

"Would you believe me if I said yes?" He just looked at her and she looked away. "Yeah, thought not."

"So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?" He then asks Stiles.

"No, heh." Stiles tries to deny, but then, "Well, not the boring ones." Y/n shakes her head.

"Now, where's your usual partner in crime?"

"Who, Scott?"

"No, the Gingerbread Man. Yes, he means Scott!" Y/n sasses before she gives the Sheriff a polite smile. "Scott's not with us, right now. He said he wanted to get a good night's rest for tomorrow's practice and he didn't want to come." What she said wasn't a lie, Scott wasn't with them because he trailed behind and he had said those words earlier.

Stiles nodded in agreement with what she had said. "It's just us. In the woods. Alone."

She gave him a short jab in the side with her elbow and a look that said shut up. Noah raises his flashlight and scans the surrounding trees. "Scott, you out there? Scott?" He calls but gets no answer. He sighs and lowers the light. "Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car. And you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy." He grabs the scruff of Stiles' clothes and pulls him along, glancing back at Y/n. "And you, missy, I'm gonna give you a ride back home."

"Yes, sir. That sounds great actually." She takes one more look out at the trees with a small frown before following the Stilinski's.

After Noah made sure Stiles got in his car and drove away, he led Y/n to his car where she got in the front seat. Thunder crashes in the distance as she stares out of the front window, a worried look on her face. Rain gently patters against the road. She fidgets in her seat, an uneasy feeling in her gut. Her head whips towards the passenger window as she faintly hears a distant howl, the feeling getting just a bit worse.

When Noah pulls in front of Y/n's home she winces at the sight of Alan Deaton on the porch and sighs. "Thanks for the ride, Sheriff." Y/n glumly says as she unbuckles.

"No problem." He waves goodbye when she gets out and she watches him leave, prolonging the time before she has to face her guardian.

"Y/n." He says in his normal cool tone.

She slowly turns to look at him. "Yes, Alan?"

"Why did I get a call saying that you were wandering around in the woods in the middle of the night?"

"Because I was." She responded plainly.

"Why?"

"Stiles, being Stiles, listened in on the Sheriff's phone call and he heard about a dead body being found, but it was only half, and there was a search party for the other half and Stiles wanted to be the one to find it. He dragged Scott out too, and what kind of a best friend would I be if I had let them go by themselves? But now what kind of best friend am I that I left one of them in the woods after we were caught." She frowned.

"Who?"

"Scott. The Sheriff didn't see him because he hid behind a tree."

"And you know that how?"

"I heard him."

"I see." He nods in understanding. "I'm sure he'll be fine. Scott's a strong boy, he'll be okay. Come on, let's get inside. School starts tomorrow."

"Yeah." She mumbled. He held his arms out and she obliged by hugging him. He pulls away but still keeps an arm over her shoulder. Just before she steps inside she looks over her shoulder, back to the woods.

"What's wrong?"

She shakes her head a bit, a frown still tugging at her lips. "I don't know. Just a feeling." She sighs as she turns away and follows him into the house.

…

Y/n rides into the parking lot of Beacon Hills High School on her bike. She balances on one foot as she smoothly glides up to the bike rack, using her other foot as a brake once she's close enough. She notices Scott's bike and Jackson's Porsche as she's fixing up her bike lock. "Oh, yay, I'm parked next to him." She mutters sarcastically. She turns to face the school, fixing her bag on her shoulder, and takes a deep breath. "First day back to school. What a joy." With one more breath she makes her way to the front doors. She scans the crowd and spots Scott and Stiles, the former holding up his shirt to expose his side. Y/n squints and catches a red splotch on the gauze he has taped there before he puts it down and the two continue walking. She picks up her pace and jogs to the two, catching up when they stop again and she can clearly hear what they're saying.

"All right, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body." Scott's tone lowered with the last few words he spoke.

"What's this about a wolf?" Y/n asked once she stood next to the two, her curiosity piqued.

"Did you not just hear him about the body? Are you kidding me?" Stiles directed the last at Scott.

"No, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."

"Oh, God, that is freakin' awesome."

"Yeah, awesome. You saw a wolf?" Y/n looked at Scott in question.

"No, but I heard one howling."

Y/n's brow furrowed a bit in worry but her thoughts are cut off by Stiles groaning out a sigh. "I already said that that was impossible. There are no wolves in California."

"You'd be surprised." She pointed out.

"Look, enough about the wolves. How are you focusing on that more than Scott found the body? I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since..." He trailed off as he spotted a particular strawberry blonde head. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia... You look..." Lydia passes without a glance at Stiles but a small wave in greeting towards Y/n who returns the gesture. "Like you're gonna ignore me." Stiles sighs and looks at Scott. "You're the cause of this, you know?"

"Uh-huh." Scott 'agrees' with a smile.

"Draggin' me down to your nerd depths."

"Uh-huh." The three continue walking as the bell rings.

"I'm a nerd by association. I've been Scarlet Nerded by you. At least you haven't tarnished Y/n with your nerdy influence. How are you friends with Lydia, by the way? How did you get in there?" He rounds on Y/n.

She scoffs. "There's no 'in' to get to. We just so happen to be very best friends."

"I thought we were your best friends?" Scott points between himself and Stiles.

"You are, Scotty, don't worry." She pats his shoulder. "You're my guy best friends and she's my girl best friend."

"You think you could put in a good word for me so I can be her guy best friend?" Stiles asks with a hopeful tone.

"No." She shoots down immediately, giving a playful coo when he pouts and she lightly pinches his cheek. He bats her hand away with a laugh and the trio continue down the halls.

...

"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." Mr. Curtis informs as he writes on the white board. Scott shares a knowing smile with Y/n and Stiles, the h/c in the seat next to him with Stiles right behind her. "And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody," Mr. Curtiss turns to face the class, Scott throws a questioning look at Stiles who shrugs, "which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester."

Y/n picks up the paper to skim it over, barely glancing out the window when she heard the cell ringing outside. She sees a pretty brunette girl on the bench outside that she doesn't recognize yet doesn't really give it another thought. She looks back to her paper, but her eyes are drawn to movement beside her. She glances over and sees Scott looking around before rubbing his ear in confusion. She narrows her eyes at his actions and keeps watching him as his focus is drawn out the window and his eyes slowly sweep across the room until they stop at the door. A moment later the Vice Principal walks in with the brunette girl behind him.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." The VP leaves and the girl, Allison, moves to sit in the empty seat behind Scott. Y/n watches as Scott grabs one of his pens and turns to give it to Allison.

A confused look flashes across her face before it lights up with a smile. "Thanks."

"We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page 133." The teacher started speaking again as they looked at each other for a minute before Scott turned around. Y/n raised a brow at the exchange and caught Allison's confused look return. With one more glance at Scott Y/n turns back to her own papers, noting to herself to watch Scott a bit more closely.

...

The bell rings and students flood the halls. Scott fiddles with his locker's lock and glances down the hall spotting Allison. She looks over at him and smiles. He just blinks at her in a slight daze as Y/n comes up behind him. "Hey, Scott."

He turns to her. "Oh, hey, Y/n."

"I was meaning to ask, I saw you had a bandage on your side as I was catching up to you guys? What happened? Are you okay?" She asked in concern and he gave her an easy going smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Stiles doesn't believe me but I think a wolf bit me. It was dark and I couldn't see well but I heard a wolf howl."

"You're sure?"

"Pretty sure."

"Can I see? The bite I mean?"

"Yeah, sure." He glanced around before he lifted his shirt enough for her to see. She carefully pulled the top part of the bandage away and he winced. Quickly, but carefully, she put the bandage back and he let his shirt fall.

"Yeah, that's uh... That's some bite." Stiles came around to Scott's other side at that point and she tuned out their conversation as her mind swam with the new information and worry. She only snapped out of her head when Lydia called her name from down the hall. She was standing next to Allison and waving Y/n over. "I'll see you guys later." She said to the boys before she made her way over to Lydia and the new girl.

"Allison, this is my best friend, Y/n. Y/n, this is Allison." Lydia introduced. 

"Nice to meet you." Y/n held her hand out which Allison took.

"You, too." Allison gives her a kind smile.

Jackson sidles up beside Lydia with an arm thrown around her. "Hey." She greets and gives him a kiss. Jackson spots Y/n and rolls his eyes.

"Y/n." He says in obligatory greeting.

"Jackson." She says boredly. The two proceed to ignore each other as they talk to Allison.

Across the hall Scott and Stiles watch the exchange as another girl stops beside them at the sight of the four. "Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" The girl questions the two boys.

"Because she's hot." Stiles answers.

"Does that mean you think Y/n's hot?" Scott smirks at him.

"What?" Stiles looks at him almost offended. "I'm just saying beautiful people herd together."

"You just called Y/n beautiful." Scott's smile got wider as Stiles glared at him.

"Your point is?"

Scott shook his head. "Nothing. Nothing."

"I'm just stating facts. Y/n is obviously pretty hence why she's with Lydia and the new girl."

"I'm not saying anything." Stiles rolled his eyes as Scott just smiled at him and turned to the girl they were talking to. Scott's smile slowly fell as he looked back over at the four. His ears were able to pick up the conversation taking place across the hall.

"So, this weekend, there's a party." Lydia hints to Allison.

"A party?" The brunette questions.

"Yeah, Friday night." Jackson informs. "You should come."

"Uh, I can't. It's Family Night this Friday. Thanks for asking."

"You sure? I mean, everyone's going after the scrimmage. Even Hermit over there is going." Jackson gestured towards Y/n and she gave him a sarcastic laugh with squinted eyes.

"You mean like football?"

"Football's a joke in Beacon."

"The sport here is lacrosse." Y/n informed. "It's like... A big thing."

"We've won the State Championship for the past three years."

"Because of a certain Team Captain." Lydia smiled up at Jackson and fixed a piece of his hair.

"Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else-"

"Well, I was going to-"

"Perfect." Lydia cut Allison off. "You're coming." Lydia grabbed Allison's wrist with one hand and Y/n's with the other and started to pull them both along.

"Is she always like this?" Allison whispered to Y/n.

"You get used to it." Y/n shrugged with an unbothered expression.

...

Lydia leads the trio as they make their way to the stands and sit. Y/n spots Scott and Stiles already geared up and on the field. She gives them a wave when they look over although Y/n notices Scott wasn't looking at her but at the brunette next to her making her smirk to herself. Coach Finstock talks to Scott and Y/n sees him hand Scott the gear for goalie. Oof. That's gonna be rough. She thought as Scott takes position in front of the goal.

"Who is that?" Allison asks.

"On goal?" Y/n clarifies and when Allison nods she smiles. "That's Scott. He's one of my best friends." Y/n looked back at Scott to see him already looking in their direction with a tilted head and her smile dissolved into a slight frown. Coach blows the whistle and Scott grips at his head as if someone was shouting at him, Y/n's frown goes a little deeper. Another player throws the ball and it goes right into Scott's mask making him fall flat on his back. Stiles grimaces and Scott gets back up. He braces himself as another player throws the ball again, but this time he caught it.

He looks at it surprised and smiles. The lined up players all look around each other to see what McCall had done. Stiles sits up and yells, "Yeah!" Scott catches ball after ball and Stiles whoops. Y/n watches with raised brows and a disbelieving scoff.

"He seems like he's pretty good." Allison comments.

"Yeah, very good." Lydia agrees.

"Uh oh." Y/n mutters when she sees Jackson skip the line to take his shot at Scott. The air is tense as everyone watches Jackson run up and hurl the ball at Scott. But to everyone's surprise he swiftly catches it. Stiles jumps up, hooting in joy. Y/n stands with Lydia as the strawberry blonde cheers and Y/n cups her hands over her mouth. "GO SCOTT!"

"THAT'S MY FRIEND!" Stiles yells making Y/n laugh. Lydia screams some more cheers and Jackson glares over at her. When he catches her eye she just gives him a what? look and sits back down.

...

"I don't know what it was." Scott leads the way through the woods and across a small stream as his two friends follow him. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And it's not the only weird thing. I can... hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."

"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles questions from behind Scott.

"Like Mint Mojito gum in your pocket. And Y/n smells like flowers."

"I do?" The girl muttered as she pinched her shirt and sniffed it, only smelling her laundry soap and a bit of animal from her time at the Animal Clinic. She then held her wrist up to her nose, focusing on her sense of smell, and there it was. A faint scent of flowers that clung to her skin like a mist. Something she had almost forgotten about because there wasn't anyone who would notice it like her.

The three pause as Stiles rummages through his jacket pockets. "I don't even have any Mint Mojito-" He cuts himself off as he pulls a slightly opened piece of gum from his pocket. Y/n raises a brow as Stiles looks up at Scott who gives him a see? gesture. They continue walking and Stiles shoves the gum back in his pocket. "So all this started with a bite."

"What if it's like an infection, like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this- it's a specific kind of infection."

"Are you serious?" They all stop again, Y/n looking between the two, nervousness flashing through her system as she realizes what Stiles is getting at, albeit jokingly, but this was anything but a joke to her.

"Yeah." Stiles puts his hands on his hips in seriousness. "Yeah, I think it's called Lycanthropy."

"What's that? Is it bad?" Scott worries.

Y/n folded her arms. "He's talking about Werewolfism."

"Yeah! You know, the full moon and the awrooo." Stiles howls. Scott lightly pushes him away and continues walking as Stiles laughs. "Hey, man..." He follows, an unusually quiet Y/n following. "Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling."

"Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me." Scott frets.

"I know! You're a werewolf! Ow!" He rubs his arm from Y/n's sudden attempt to make him shut up. He looks at her in question and she glares at him.

"Don't joke around like that, Stiles." She catches up with Scott. "Ignore him. I'm sure that it's nothing too bad, okay?"

Scott just sighs and Stiles speaks up. "Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, It's 'cause Friday's a full moon." While Scott ignores Stiles, Y/n bites her lip in worry. If it was just a random ordinary wolf, Scott should be fine. But if it wasn't... If it really was what she thinks it was, then things were going to get very complicated very soon.

Scott looks around on the ground but doesn't see anything. "No, I- I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler." Scott crouches to look through the leaves.

"Maybe the killer moved the body?" Y/n suggests.

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks." Y/n chuckles a bit but when she feels another presence her head shoots up and she spots a broody looking man with dark hair and a black leather jacket. Stiles notices the man a second later and pats Scott to get his attention. Scott looks back and stands up to face the man.

The man starts walking closer to them at a brisk pace making Y/n take a few steps of her own to where she now stood in front of the boys. Used to her protectiveness neither of them give the action a second thought. "What are you doing here? Huh?" The man asks quickly. "This is private property."

"Sorry, we didn't know." Y/n speaks up for them. "We were just looking for something. You wouldn't have happened to see an inhaler around, would you?" Without another word the man pulls something from his pocket and tosses it towards Scott, but Y/n catches it from the air without looking away from him. She tossed the object back to Scott which he sees as his inhaler. After another moment of Y/n and the stranger staring each other down he turned and walked away. Once she was sure he wasn't coming back she turned to see Stiles gaping towards where he left and Scott frowning.

"All right, well, I've gotta get to work." Scott went to leave only to be stopped by Stiles.

"Guys, that was Derek Hale."

"Hale?" Y/n questioned, the name sounding vaguely familiar to her.

"You remember, right?" He asked Scott. "He's only a few years older than us. This was, like, a few years before you moved here, Y/n. His family burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago."

"That's awful." Y/n frowned.

"I wonder what he's doing back?" Scott mused.

Stiles scoffs and shrugs his shoulders. "Come on." He started to walk away, Y/n and Scott following after one more look towards where Derek Hale disappeared to.

...

Y/n sat at home that night, curled up in the corner of the couch and worrying at her bottom lip. She stared into space as her mind swirled in a mixed mess. It was only the first day back at school and things are already kind of stressful. She didn't notice the other person in the room until the couch sagged next to her. She turned her head to see Alan giving her a concerned look. "Are you alright?"

"I don't know." She said honestly.

"Well, I don't think the wall will be alright if you keep burning a hole through it." She gave him a weak chuckle as she looked at the wall again. "What's bothering you?"

She sighed and shook her head a bit. "It's hard to explain."

"Do your best."

She was quiet while she tried to get her thoughts in order. "The other night, I heard a howl. It was distant but I know what I heard. And now I find out today, Scott heard it too and he swears a wolf bit him." She looked at him again, concern, worry, and a slight bit of fear written on her face. "He's been acting strange too. He's hearing things only I would normally hear, and he's smelling things like my natural scent of flowers. I think that... I'm scared that..." She sighed in frustration. "My thoughts are so jumbled."

He put a comforting hand on her knee. "Tell me what you feel, then, instead of what you think."

She closes her eyes for a moment and when they open, they glow a slight purple before dimming back to e/c. "I feel like he's been bit by an Alpha. He's turning."

Alan's face turns serious. "Well, if your feeling is correct, and I've never known it to be otherwise, then Scott's going to have a tough time ahead of him."

"Tell me about it." She huffed. "What do I do?"

He was quiet for a moment as he thought of what best to advise. "Just be there for him and help him. If he's really been bitten, he's going to need his friends more than ever."

"What if he or Stiles starts asking questions about what I know? I can't tell them about me." She frowned at the thought. She's never had a reason to reveal what she was and when they learn about the supernatural she'd be lying about it.

"They'll be too preoccupied with Scott's new transformation to wonder about it much. For now, at least, don't worry about it."

"I'll try. Thanks... For helping me." She gave him a small smile and hugged him which he returned. "It's what I'm here for." He patted her back and pulled away. He got up and left her to her thoughts again, but this time they weren't as stormy.

...

"Y/n! Y/n!" The girl looked to the spastic boy who was yelling her name across the lacrosse field as she sat on the stands. She squinted her eyes in confusion watching Stiles run like a bat out of hell and got off the stands so that he wouldn't pile-drive people just to get to her.

"Whoa, whoa!" She cried out when he nearly rammed into her and held tightly to her shoulders. "Calm down there, Speedy. What's wrong?"

"Scott was right." He blurted.

"What? Right about what?"

"Scott was right! About a wolf! There was animal hairs on the body, wolf hairs!"

She opened her mouth to speak, but he rushed off as he spotted Scott, which was probably a good thing because she wasn't even sure what she would say. Her feeling is turning out to be more and more correct as the seconds ticked by. As the game started Y/n could only watch in concern and a slight bit of awe as Scott easily skirted around other players and flipped over three other guys blocking his path to take a quick shot. The team gathered around Scott, praising his score and patting him on the shoulders. Coach called Scott over and she listened in, smiling a bit when he put Scott on first line. Maybe being a werewolf wouldn't be the worst thing in the world for him. Maybe it'll actually be good. Maybe.

But the pit in her stomach told her that maybe it won't be as good as she hopes. She looked over to Stiles to see him with a worried expression. She went over to him and sat next to him. "What's on your mind?" She nudged his shoulder lightly.

"I think- and I know this sounds crazy- but I think I might have been right. That joke I made the other day. I don't think it's much of a joke anymore. I think Scott is actually a werewolf." He looked at her in worry and all she could do was put a comforting arm around his shoulders.

"Whatever is happening here, we'll get through it. I know it." Stiles didn't answer. Just continued watching Scott in worry.

Later that day Y/n pedaled to a stop in front of Stiles' house, Scott doing the same a minute later. "Hey." She greeted.

"Hey. Do you know what Stiles called us for?" He quizzed.

"Nope." She shook her head. Well, she had a pretty good idea what it was. They both made their way into the house and up to Stiles' room where Scott knocked loudly.

The excitable boy opened the door and sighed in relief when he saw it was his friends who smiled at him. "Get in. You gotta see this thing." Stiles closed the door. "I've been up all night reading- websites, books. All this information."

"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott asked.

"A lot." Y/n and Scott shared a smile at that. "Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen." Stiles urged.

"Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott sat his bag on the bed and sat himself down on the edge, Y/n placing herself next to him.

"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale."

"Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day." Scott realized.

"Yeah! Yes. But that's not it, okay?"

"What, then?"

"Remember the joke from the other day?" Stiles scoffed. "Not a joke anymore." When Scott didn't catch on to what he was saying he elaborated. "The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

"Should I?"

"It's like a signal." Y/n finally spoke up, both boys turning to face her. "A wolf howls to tell its pack where it is." When they both just stared at her she raised her brows at them. "What? I live with a vet and I like animals."

"Right." Stiles agreed. "So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em."

"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott wondered.

"No... Werewolves." Y/n frowned. This had been exactly what she thought this was about. But, while she was nervous, Scott was unbelieving.

"Are you seriously wasting my time with this?" Scott got up and started to grab his bag. "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."

"Scott, maybe you should listen to him."

"Not you, too." Scott looked at Y/n, slightly aggravated.

"He's got a point. I mean, Scott, we saw you on the field today. What you did wasn't just amazing, it was practically miraculous."

"Exactly!" Stiles pointed at her excitedly.

"Yeah, so I made a good shot." Scott brushed it off.

"No, you made an incredible shot, I mean..." Stiles grabbed Scott's bag and put it back on the bed. "The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And- and there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore."

"Okay!" Scott interrupted. "Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?"

"What are you trying to do?" The tension in the room rises and Y/n stands, feeling the spiking emotions. The first moon is sometimes the worst for newer wolves. "I-I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?"

"He's not trying to ruin anything, Scott. He's trying to help you."

"You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon that will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak."

"Bloodlust?"

"It's like an uncontrollable urge to maim and kill." Y/n provided the info again.

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Y/n." Scott said irritably.

"I'm sure you are." Y/n muttered under her breath.

"You gotta hear this." Stiles continued to rant. He grabbed a book and searched for what he wanted from it. "'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.' All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date. I'm calling her right now." He moved around Scott to his bag and rummaged around for Scott's phone.

"Wait, Stiles. You shouldn't-" Y/n tried to warn but she was cut off by Scott.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm canceling the date." Stiles had finally retrieved the device.

"No, give it to me!" Y/n felt heat flush her body as she felt Scott's anger reach a crescendo making him grab Stiles and shove him against the wall, fist raised and ready to strike.

"Scott, stop!" Y/n yelled forcefully. Scott's fist shook and he yelled as he swiped at Stiles' desk chair making it clatter to the floor.

Scott panted heavily as he looked between Y/n and Stiles. The air was thick as Scott realized what he was going to do. "I'm sorry." No one spoke. "I-I gotta go get ready for that party." He, more calmly, got his bag from the bed and went to the door, pausing to look at his friends again. "I'm sorry." And then he left, closing the door behind him.

Y/n let out a breath to calm herself as Stiles leaned his head back onto the wall and she looked over at him. "Are you okay?" She asked. He didn't answer but nodded his head a bit. Even with his assurance she wanted to assure herself so she went over to him and pulled him into a hug, which he gladly reciprocated. The two teens stood in silence for a moment before he pulled away with a sigh. She raised her brows in question and he nodded at her again.

"I'm good. Thanks." He gave her a small, appreciative smile.

"Anytime." He looked at his fallen chair and went over to it. He crouched down and picked it up, sitting it back on its wheels, but paused in his movements. He looked over his shoulder at Y/n with furrowed brows and moved for her to see. She frowned when she saw the three slash marks that scarred the chair from Scott's hit.

...

Y/n sat in her room and bounced her leg anxiously. The party was soon and she didn't want to go, she wasn't much of a party person unless she was in the mood for it, but tonight was the full moon and so she had to. She had to watch out for Scott. The first change is often the hardest and it'll be no different for him.

She jumped slightly when she heard a honk from outside. She looked out her window and smiled when she spotted the blue Jeep, giving Stiles a wave when he spotted her. She took one more glance in the mirror and flattened out any wrinkles in her clothes before she went downstairs. She spotted Alan on her way and stopped in front of him. "How do I look?" She asked.

He twirled a finger and she obliged by turning for him. When she faced him again he smiled. "Stunning as always." He finally said.

She rolled her eyes but still smiled. "You always say that."

"Because it's always true." He was silent for a moment, a tender look in his eyes. She felt a nostalgic feeling from him as he looked at her but also at something else, something not quite in the same space as them. "You look just like her."

A sad smile graced her features as she looked down and remembered her face. It's been a long time since she last saw her mother in person. Yeah, she has pictures, but it's not quite the same. The camera doesn't quite catch the proud gleam in M/n's eyes when Y/n showed off her growing skills. All she has is the memory that she desperately holds onto. And that's enough for now until she can see her again, one day in the future.

She looked back up at Alan and gave him a sudden hug. He huffed a laugh in amusement but hugged her back. "Thank you." Her voice was soft but he still heard her. He just squeezed her a bit tighter before they both pulled away. "Okay. I should go now. Stiles is waiting."

"Have fun. And be careful." He warned gently.

"I will." She gave him one more smile before she turned and rushed out the door and hopped into the Jeep. "Thanks for giving me a ride."

"No problem. You look really good, by the way." Stiles complimented.

"You don't look so bad yourself." They smiled and he started to drive to the party.

Music pounded through the house as teens danced together, several of them holding red or blue cups. Stiles and Y/n stood in the middle of moving bodies and looked around. "I don't see Scott." Stiles yelled over the noise and looked at her.

She took one more glance around. "He's probably not here yet. Stay in here. I'll keep an eye out for him outside."

"Sounds good." With that Y/n made her way to the backyard where more people were having a good time together. She looked around for her friend, but spotted someone unexpected. Her eyes narrowed as she made her way to the mysterious Hale, his eyes already watching her cautiously.

"I know what you are." She said as soon as she was close enough and folded her arms. "All I wanna know is, are you an Alpha?"

"No, I'm not."

"Show me." He rolled his eyes before they flashed a brilliant blue. She frowned at the color but decided to ignore it for now. "Okay. Then what do you want with Scott?"

"I'm just looking out for him. There are Hunters here."

A rush of fear coursed through her and she nearly stopped breathing. "What?" It came out a little more breathless than she intended, but wouldn't you be breathless too if you were presented with one of your biggest fears?

He didn't say anything else as his eyes were drawn behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see Scott had arrived with Allison. Scott spotted them, looking between his friend and the stranger as a dog started barking. Derek looked behind him at the dog and then back at Scott, Y/n giving the canine creature a glance. Scott kept staring until Allison had gotten his attention. Derek took this chance to leave. Y/n gave the moon a nervous glance before returning to the party. She wandered aimlessly until a pair of familiar hands grabbed her and she found she was inside the house again. She looked up to see Stiles giving her a worried look.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

She opened her mouth to say something, but slowly shut it realizing she didn't really have anything to say. So she just settled with, "Yeah, I'm fine." A sudden pull in her gut told her that something was happening and that that something was Scott. "But I don't think Scott is." Not even a moment after she said that Scott had started to practically stumble into the house, sweat on his brow and breathing heavily.

"Yo, Scott, you good?" Stiles asked as he got closer.

"Are you okay?" Another girl asked yet he just bypassed everyone and made his way to his car, speeding off as fast as he could. He was gone by the time Y/n and Stiles made it outside and they just barely caught Allison getting into Derek's car and driving off.

Y/n huffed in frustration and grabbed Stiles' wrist. "Come on." She dragged him to his Jeep and he drove them to Scott's house. Melissa wasn't home as the two bounded up the steps and to Scott's door. That was probably for the best. She tried to open the door and found it was locked so she pounded on it instead.

"Go away." She heard his meak reply.

"Scott, it's us." Movement from the other side and the door opened just a crack. They tried to open it further but Scott wouldn't let them. "Let us in, Scott. We can help."

"No! Listen, you gotta find Allison."

"She's fine, all right?" Stiles assured. "We saw her get a ride from the party. She's- she's totally fine."

"No, I think I know who it is."

"You just let us in. We can try-"

"It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods."

"Wait, no." Y/n tried to correct. "No, Scott, he didn't-" She was cut off.

"Scott.. Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party."

"Oh, shit." Y/n felt Scott's mood shift a second before the door slammed on them and was locked again.

Stiles banged on the door. "Scott!" Stiles kept trying the door as Y/n heard a thump. Her breath hitched when she heard a roar and she pushed Stiles from the door and out of the house. "It's too late. Just check on Allison. I'll try and follow Scott."

"Wait, what?! You can't go out there by yourself! You could get hurt! Whoa!" He nearly fell as Y/n practically shoved him into the Jeep.

"Don't worry, I can handle myself. Just go." She didn't give him anymore time to argue as she started sprinting towards the woods. There wasn't time to track him so she just went in the general direction she had heard him run for a bit before she resorted to getting some help. She stopped for a minute and closed her eyes. When she opened them they blazed with a violet glow and she looked around at the few people now standing around there. "Have you seen a boy run through here?" She got a few nods. "Please, show me which way he went." One by one the figures pointed and she continued running, now following the dead's guidance.

She felt them before she saw them, the wolves and the Hunters. Her eyes returned to e/c as she saw a flash of light and heard Scott's scream of pain. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw three Hunters there. Like a truck hitting her, memories flashed through her head. Running through the woods. She was crying and she heard her mother scream. "Y/n! Run, just run!"

She was snapped out of her flashback when she heard, who she assumed, the lead Hunter speak. "Take him." That's when she spotted Scott, shifted and pinned to a tree by an arrow through his forearm. Suddenly one of the other Hunters was yanked back and she caught a glimpse of Derek. A rush of adrenaline urged her forward and to Scott where she broke the arrow and pulled him away as Derek threw the second Hunter before following them.

The three ran through the woods until Scott collapsed to the ground against a tree, panting. When he turned around and sat with his back on the tree he was back to normal. Y/n dropped to her knees taking deep breaths, her hands gripping onto any fabric they could find to stop from shaking. Derek looked around to make sure they got away for now. "Who were they?" Scott asked.

"Hunters." Derek answered. "The kind that have been hunting us for centuries."

"Us? You mean you! You did this to me!" Scott jumped up from the ground and shouted angrily.

"Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better... Hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something most people would kill for. The Bite is a gift."

"He should have had the choice to receive it." Y/n spoke up, finally finding her voice again. She shakily stood up, clenching her hands to stand stronger. "It should have been his decision."

"There's nothing to be done about that now. He has it."

"I don't want it." Scott said.

"You will. And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it." Derek bent over and placed his hand on Scott's shoulder. "So you and me, Scott... We're brothers now." Derek walked away, leaving the teens by themselves. Scott gripped his injured arm and leaned his head back.

Y/n looked at him and his arm. She carefully made her way to his right so she could see it better. "Can I see?" She asked. He looked up at her like he was just realizing she was there but nodded and moved his hand. She gently took his arm and inspected the wound. It wasn't too bad, she could easily heal it. But the problem was healing it would raise more questions than she was willing to answer so soon. So instead she tore off a strip of her clothes, not really minding since she could always fix it later. She tied the fabric around his arm and he hissed at the contact. "Sorry." She pulled her hands away when she was done and looked up at him. "That should do for now. It might take a while, but you'll heal."

"Thank you." She gave him a small smile and a nod. She looked around with a sigh and stood up, holding a hand out to him.

"Come on. It's a ways before we get back home. Better start walking now." He took her hand, she helped him stand and they both started to trek through the woods.

...

By the time the sun was up Y/n and Scott were going down the side of the road, Scott still babying his injured arm. The sound of a car coming drew her attention and she looked over her shoulder, smiling in relief when she saw the most beautiful blue Jeep she had ever seen. She tugged on Scott's good arm to get him to turn as Stiles pulled to a stop next to them. Scott got into the front and Y/n happily hopped in the back, tossing a spare blanket at Scott before curling herself up in one and sprawling in the back.

"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott asked after a while.

"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head." Stiles responded.

"Leave the boy alone, Stilinski." Y/n mumbled tiredly from the back.

"She probably hates me now." Scott practically lamented.

"Ugh." Stiles sighed. "I doubt that. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or, you know, you could just... Tell her the truth and... Revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin' werewolf." Scott gave him a look and Stiles backpedaled. "Okay, bad idea. Hey, we'll get through this." Stiles patted his arm. "Come on, if I have to, I'll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do it."

"I'm pretty sure l could get some puppy chow from the Clinic." Y/n offered with a sleepy smile. Scott scoffed at them with a smile and they continued their drive in silence.

After Stiles dropped Y/n off at home a few hours before school she closed the door behind her and just stood there for what felt like hours but was only a few minutes. Her eyes were glued to the floor, her mind filled with white noise. Alan had been waiting for her to get home and when she didn't come through the living room a bit after the door closed he decided to go to her. When he spotted her her expression looked almost exactly like it had years ago when she was a terrified little girl in front of his door, eyes watery with shadows of the past flickering in the e/c depths. This worried him because she wasn't one to be scared so easily. Something had to have happened that truly shook her.

She didn't seem to notice his presence, even when he was stood right in front of her. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders as if he was handling a scared animal, and by all rights, he was. Her eyes flicked up to his and she just stared at him for a moment. Then it seemed like the night's events finally caught up to her as her breath hitched and tears spilled down her cheeks.

She practically fell into him and he held her up, not asking any questions because right now, all she needed was to be comforted. He would get answers later when she calmed down and was finally able to tell him what happened without choking up. It was moments like those she was thankful that she had found Alan and had been taken in by him and she would always be grateful for it.

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Pairing: Isaac Lahey x male reader

Series: Teen wolf

Warnings: Smut

word count: 2594

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Isaac smiled and laughed madly. Y/n closed the front door behind him and his boyfriend, before pressing against the older boy's back and pressing a quick kiss to his neck, his mitten-clad hands touching the other young man's sides, finally wrapping around his. chest hugging him tightly from behind.

"Thank you Isaac. Are you okay. Even though it's absolutely icy, ice skating can be fun,” Y/n acknowledged, smiling against the older man's back. He could feel his boyfriend reaching up he own arms and taking Y/n's hands in he´s, squeezing them gently as he turned his head and pouted his lips to kiss him. Something Y/n happily gave him.

"I told you so," the taller of the two murmured against Y/n's lips, causing Y/n to laugh again at the tickling vibrations.

Reluctantly walking away, Y/n finally removed he gloves, along with he shoes, coat, and the warm knitted scarf that he had once owned he mother's, before carefully hanging everything in the appropriate places on he. .

Shivering, still feeling quite cold, Y/n hugged himself, rubbing his arms and trying to get warm as he looked away from the boyfriend on he. “So, I'm a little cold. Do you want to come down and watch a movie with me, maybe snuggle under the covers for a bit? he asked innocently as he started to walk towards the basement, knowing without looking that Isaac was hot on his trail. He could feel the older youth's eyes glued to his back as he hummed his agreement. Or, rather, Y/n could feel those ocean blue eyes focused on his thighs and butt in a hunting way.

Oh well, he guessed he had a pretty nice butt... he would have strutted if he hadn't been so icy cold, but the way he was, Y/n wanted nothing more than to turn the temperature up to the max and get into it. bed.

Which he did, after fetching his laptop from his desk and telling Isaac to pick a movie while he fiddled with the heater a bit himself.

Pretty soon they were lying side by side on their stomachs, their elbows brushing against each other as they shifted to get comfortable; the soft, sad words of Ewan McGregor speaking in the background as they smiled at each other.

To say that Y/n had been pleased when he noticed the movie Isaac had chosen would be an understatement. He adored Moulin Rogue, and well aware that his boyfriend knew it even though he wasn't that much of a fan, Y/n knew without a doubt that he would do something to make it up to the elder. Later though, like after the movie.

There was something about that movie that hooked Y/n; maybe it was the grand, lavish musical numbers, maybe it was the unabashed romance that ran through every minute, but it was hands down Y/n's favorite movie. Well, at least it tied for first place with Sound of Music, but in his mind it really was that good.

And as always, Y/n was mesmerized from the first minute, his mind instantly captured by the all-too-familiar story. Always as if it was the first time he saw it.

They were at the part where she introduces self to Satine to sing he first song where Y/n first felt the hand running down he back; warm and steady as he caresses his clothing, his delicate fingertips innocently dipping below his waist and caressing his cool flesh, raising goosebumps. A quick glance tells him nothing: Isaac seems totally enthralled with the movie, but Y/n knows something is up.

But - Moulin Rogue. There is nothing that can make you stop watching it.

“You know,” Isaac whispers in his ear a few minutes later, making him shiver with heat, “I can think of a few other ways to warm you up again. Ways that are not only more fun, but also much more... effective...”

And once again, Y/n flinches, though he's not sure if it's from the taller man's words, or from his hands that had traveled even lower, now placing one of he buttocks on top of his tight jeans. Chances are he's a combination of the two anyway, since when he closes his eyes there are thousands of images flitting by in quick succession, each little image hotter than the next.

Him writhing on his back, his stomach, Isaac pressed against him, above him, below him. Y/n on his knees, Isaac on his knees... Y/n bent over Isaac's lap...

Nope! No, he's playing his favorite movie. All of that will have to wait, even though he is uncomfortably hard against the mattress.

"Later, Isaac, maybe after the movie," Y/n replies flippantly, turning he gaze back to the screen just in time to see Satine fall off the swing. Y/n gasps silently; both from seeing he fall once more, and from Isaac squeezing he butt quite nicely.

“How about I do all the work and you can still watch the movie?” Isaac continues, placing a series of kisses along his neck and his somewhat bare shoulder.

Y/n has to bite he bottom lip to keep from moaning as the other guy grabs onto he skin and starts biting and sucking gently. "Once the movie is over, we can do whatever you have planned, okay?" Y/n promises, trying to absorb what's happening on screen, but finds it difficult with the wonderful neck attack from him. Although not that he would ever admit it.

"Please?" Isaac murmurs, licking sweetly at the little bruise that will be gone by morning. "Like I said, you can keep watching Satine seduce that creepy duke and I'll do all the work." A little pinch on Y/n's earlobe before he continues. “And you know how much you like it when I spank you…”

This time, Y/n definitely gasps, and a small moan escapes his throat before he can choke it back.

God Isaac is playing dirty, saying things he knows Y/n won't refuse. I can't refuse. He doesn't want to refuse. Not really anyway.

But, but... Moulin Rogue! It had been months since he had last seen him; school, the lacrosse team and helping his dad by monopolizing his time, not to mention the kid was half spread all over him now that he can finally enjoy the movie he really doesn't want to stop.

So he refuses to budge, wanting to see the movie. But that's the problem, right? Because he definitely wants Isaac to continue too. He loves to be spanked; he always makes him so damn hot and bothered, always guaranteeing to give him the best releases. Those tingling sparks that shoot straight through he entire body with each small stroke, he sensitive skin and flesh accepting each stroke easily and with relish, bursting with arousal and hanging on the brink of cumming before the final blow has struck. ..

Holy stars, he wasn't going to be able to say no, was he?

He finally snuggles back into the duvet beneath him, unable to stop himself from grinning goofily at the thought of his boyfriend behind him, shifting impatiently hoping Y/n will let him touch the ivory skin in front of him, to practically mutilate him. . "Fine, fine," Y/n finally concedes with an exasperated but happy smile. "Get on with it, and I'll finish this movie myself".

A quick, open-mouthed kiss is placed just below his ear. "Thank you," Isaac whispers softly. With just a little help, Y/n can feel Isaac pulling down his skinny jeans along with his underwear, and shivers as he feels the cold air making contact with his still-frozen skin.

'Isaac better be right about turning me on...' Y/n thinks cleverly, once again trying and failing to focus on the screen in front of him. He's not going to be able to assimilate a single moment of the movie, is he?

When the first punch lands on his right cheek, Y/n knows he's definitely not going to care about the movie anymore, not while those sparks shoot up his body and make him bite his lower lip to keep from screaming. of pleasurable agony. His cock, already hard and dripping, drags against the bedding beneath him as the second blow against his ass hits, causing his hips to lurch forward and a groan to escape from his throat. .

God, it had been too long since they'd last done this.

Although they had only been together for less than six months, they had already found various problems big and small that they enjoyed together; spanking definitely being the most exciting thing for both of them. And believe that everything had started by chance.

Isaac had only walked up to him in the school hallway to kiss him good morning before walking away with a little slap on his jean covered bum. However, the older boy hadn't gotten very far before Y/n lunged at him, red-faced and out of control aroused, and demanded the older boy fuck him in the janitor's closet before class. All for a small, harmless bump.

That had been the start of it all, and nowadays Isaac always made sure to spank Y/n when they had little time to cum, or when they had more than enough time and just wanted to turn Y/n on and annoy him. Or anytime really. Something the countertenor was aware of, but he found no reason to argue. Not when he felt as amazing as he did.

The third and fourth blows hit the crack of him and Y/n lets out muffled moans against his elbow where he had hidden his face. He hits five, six and seven landing in the creases between he thigh and butt, making he bite down hard on his arm to keep from crying out. Eight and nine land further into his back, causing his hips to lift, leaning in more to ensure the next punch lands more toward the center of his lob.

Isaac lands on his front and Y/n moans with pleasure.

After that, Y/n was more or less numb, moaning with each little hit and getting closer and closer to his release. He's about to cum when Isaac finally relents from him and Y/n protests heatedly, too flustered and desperate for the older guy to stop now of all time.

"What?! No, no, don't stop! Don't you dare stop now! I was about to come!" Y/n groans, trying to fully embellish self against the mattress, but strong hands gripping he hips they stop him.

“Maybe I don't want you to come yet,” Isaac teases, pressing a quick kiss to his stinging, reddened flesh. "Maybe I want to be buried in that wonderful ass of yours when you come, feel you squeeze me..."

And, gosh, isn't that a pretty picture? Hastily nodding along with Isaac's plan, Y/n moves his hips up, wordlessly begging the other boy to hurry up and do exactly that. But Isaac just laughs and caresses his sensitive bottom with the palm of his hand.

“Relax Y/n, there's no rush, and I have to stretch you, right? Now do you want my fingers or do you want my tongue?

And really, if Isaac thinks there's any question about what Y/n wants from those two options, Y/n might have to reconsider his boyfriend choices. Still, he practically sings his response: “Language, tongue, definitely your tongue. God. please, please, please, oh!

His moaning pleas are drowned out by the first stroke of Isaac's very talented tongue through the gaping crack in him; a wet trail of saliva now running from his balls to the base of his spine. After that Isaac pretty much gobbles it up, not that Y/n is complaining at all.

Round and round, that tongue strikes at his eager entrance, making him buck and jerk and groan and gasp and plead. That devious little tongue is making him fall apart apparently, and Isaac hasn't even raped him yet. And he knows he won't be allowed to come until Isaac is inside him, he knows he won't be allowed to come unless he's squeezing the blessed length of his boyfriend. And while knowing all of that is complete and utter torture, it's also so damn exciting and tantalizingly hot.

Grabbing the sheets in his hands and squeezing them tight, Y/n arches as Isaac finally points out his tongue and slowly, oh so slowly, pushes it into him. Making fun of him. Torturing him.

Over and over that tongue fucks him; His muscles gradually relaxed around the intrusion, allowing it to go deeper. Y/n is panting, little 'uh uh' coming out of his mouth constantly as Isaac spreads his ass even wider and delights in it.

"Please, please, Isaac, just get inside, please, I'm ready, I'm so, so ready…" Y/n stammers, begging the tenor to move and fuck him once and for all.

“Hmm,” Isaac hums, leaving stray licks around the edge of him as he thumbs Y/n's hole open. “What if I want to keep eating you out then, huh? What if I want to rip your ass apart before I fuck you? So what, huh?

Y/n just groans in response, pushing his butt back as far as he can, his trembling limbs not allowing much movement.

But it seems to be enough, because he can feel the older boy's fingers emptying him, he can feel his presence walking away before returning, and when a quiet 'click' sounds from a bottle, Y/n is internally glad.

Very soon there is a wet pressure against his hole, and pressing back he can feel something fill him. Something so big, so thick, so long. So absolutely familiar and totally welcome.

A long moan passes his lips as Isaac pushes into him, stretching him wide. After that, the only thing Y/n can notice is the way Isaac hits him, how he fills him up over and over again, punishing his prostate and getting every sound imaginable out of Y/n. Everything is so perfect with this guy who is so good to him, so good at making Y/n feel beautiful and sexy and desired.

Suddenly, a strong arm wraps around his waist and lifts his hips to rest on his unsteady knees; causing the quick, stabbing thrusts to go even deeper into him, reaching depths Y/n didn't even know Isaac could touch, and he screams how much he loves him.

It isn't long before he can feel the expected orgasm rushing over him, occupying all of his senses as he freezes before exploding; his cock spurted between him and the mattress, his ass tightening around Isaac's thick length. He's on cloud nine, lounging there for several long seconds before slowly coming back down to earth, to his bed, to his Isaac and feeling him spilling his load deep into his ass, coating his inner walls. splendidly.

For many long minutes afterwards, only loud panting is heard in his room; Y/n lay with he head resting on Isaac's chest, feeling each breath as they calmed down together. His hands are clasped on Isaac's stomach, Isaac's thumb stroking the back of his hand.

Finally, Y/n is able to muster his wits from him, and with a smile and a quick peck on the cheek from he boyfriend, he turns around and finds the computer that had been folded out of the way during his previous activities. .

"So since I can't remember where we were, I guess we'll just watch it from the beginning," Y/n says with a smile in Isaac's direction. "Would you mind watching it with me?"

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[queenofmistresses]

okay so I’ve just found out that teen wolf is leaving netflix at the end of this month, which isn’t ideal because the way I write my series is to literally watch an episode and pause it every 10 seconds to write it down and incorporate y/n into it.

does anyone know any other streaming sites it’s on? Otherwise I’m gonna have to pay the dvds to be able to finish the series

#i would be able to resell the discs afterwards so it’s not too bad but that’s still money out of my pocket #teen wold rewrite #teen wolf fic #teen wolf #stiles stilinski x reader

[hermioneblack]

So I just watched the teen wolf movie.....

And there is no way Derek and Stiles were not married raising Eli then had a fight about something and broke up (maybe about the coyote thing) and then Eli only sees Stiles on the holidays and Derek doesn't want to talk about it but the sheriff is totally being an in your face grandparent and finding the Jeep stealing thing very funny.

There's no other option.

Also the last fifteen minutes did not happen, Derek the 'i grew up without a family after they all burned' Hale would not leave his only child in the hands of Scott 'i fall over on flat surfaces' McCall

#teen wolf #sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #teen wold movie #teen wolf movie spoilers #what the fuck was that???

[obriengf]

Empatheia ✽ Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: A boy gets bitten under the glow of a near-full moon, while a girl feels things she has never felt before.  Words:11.7k Warnings: mentions of death, dead body, swearing   ✽  Series masterlist  ✽  

Chapter One: 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 /Part 2

“You’re home late.” The familiar voice rung sweetly the moment you entered the threshold, your body relaxing as soon as you absorbed yourself into the environment of your home. You didn’t realise how late it had gotten until the fatigue hit you hard and the afternoon chill began to set in. The sky outside had even started to lose its blue tone; a watercolour spread of pastel pinks and yellows splattered in its place. Your bag was dropped by the front door, shoes kicked off not too far behind, and you began to make your way into the kitchen where the clashing of pots and pans quickly caught your attention. You slunk yourself down onto one of the barstools by the island bench, elbows crossing neatly against the dark granite. Your Aunt turned around with gentle smile that you couldn’t help but return, her positivity always so incredibly infectious. “And how was your first day as a Beacon Hills sophomore?”

You snorted, a gentle shake of your head accompanying it as you continued to beam at her, “It was… frankly, not what I expected.” Which rang true – the oddness that happened to attach itself to you and Scott was anything but ordinary, and far from what you had foreseen. Valerie didn’t seem to find it bothersome as she lightly hummed a tune whilst putting together ingredients in a large pot, an assortment of chopped vegetables and an array of aromatic spices and stocks building the foundation. You had lived with your Aunt for the past six years, the perfect companion to your loneliness, as you were to hers. It had taken her a while to grasp the concept of caretaker – maternal instincts had never been a chapter in her book – but she had eventually adapted and embraced life as a single-parent, overcoming challenges that only made you see her as the bravest person you knew.

There were times when you fought, a growing teenager trying to get used to a broken life wasn’t easy, and Valerie was far from equipped to deal with the mood swings and attitude. There were times when you cried, curled up in her arms as she swayed with you, soft shushes in your ear to ease the nightmares away. And there were times when you laughed and smiled, your humour so incredibly intertwined that just one look would cause a fit of hysterics between you both. You will never forget, though, how she cared for you when your mother’s death began to play tricks on your mind and cause your body to react in unexplainable ways. She never gave up on you. Alike, you would never give up on her. You lost a mother, and eventually a father, simultaneously to her losing a best friend and brother. If soulmates really did exist, she would be your familial match, without a doubt.

Valerie couldn’t help continuously flickering her gaze out the window, which you couldn’t necessarily see as her back stayed facing you. She clicked her tongue, pieces forming a picture in her mind as the clues slotted together perfectly. Her sudden loud ‘so’ got your attention before her chin looked over her shoulder, catching your eye from across the room, “Did you spend the afternoon with the Stilinski boy?”

“Why would you say that?” You instantly replied, surprised by the accuracy, and all that she did was release a heartly laugh.

 “He’s still sitting in that jeep of his, staring up at the house.”

Now, you were scrambling, your body practically sliding from the chair as you rushed toward the kitchen window. As described, Stiles hadn’t moved from the position where you left him, although he blundered when he noticed your figures standing behind the glass and he threw his hand up in an awkward slow wave. You both waved back, yours harnessing more sarcasm in comparison to Valerie’s more jovial wafture. You muttered something incomprehensible under your breath before removing yourself, rounding the island bench again.

Valerie snickered, “He’s always been a cute kid.”

You nearly choked, “What? There’s nothing cute about Stiles Stilinski, Val.” The allegation was preposterous, you thought, looking back on all the reasons why he was more of an idiot, than cute.

But she just continued her laughter, further supporting her claim as she continued to stir the meal contents, “Please, it’s as if a puppy and a kitten had a baby, who is as gawky as a fumbling baby giraffe. It’s endearing, and I’m sure you would’ve agreed with me at some point.”

Valerie was pointing toward you with the spoon, ignoring the fact that drops of liquid were ineptly falling to the floorboards. You cringed at the notion, not providing a reply besides your willingness to exit the conversation as you backtracked to your bag, heaving it over your shoulder. You made your way toward the staircase before Valerie spoke up again.

“So, where’d you two go anyways?”

Your exhaustion was a buffer for your filter, not thinking before you replied so nonchalantly, “To the Preserve, we were looking for something with Scott McCall.”

All that you heard was the metal spoon falling, the clanking against the floor created a loud echo throughout the space. Valerie’s footsteps were quick as they moved to the staircase, her head shaking, “I thought we agreed for you not to wander into those woods. Especially, with the murder of all things, Y/N…”

“Nothing happened.” You shrugged, attempting to think of persuasions to get you out of the trouble you’ve unknowingly caused, “And honestly, I don’t see what’s so bad about the Preserve. It was beautiful, as far as forests go, I mean… I actually felt like myself for once out there, like I could finally breathe.” You watched as Valerie was unmoving, despite the widening of her eyes, and a strange sensation of a quickened heart rate that hastily pumped your veins. “Derek was there anyway, apparently we crossed onto Hale property.”

She finally showed more sign of emotion, her brows lifting, “Derek Hale? He’s back?”

Shoulders once again lifted, your hands held out beside you as lips cured into a thin line, “I suppose so. Didn’t even realise he left.”

Valerie carefully watched her next words, soft hazel eyes squinting as she nervously tugged at her bottom lip, “Have you been feeling alright lately?”

You mirrored her expression, twisting your torso to face her properly, “Why is everybody asking me that? I’m fine. Never been better.” You didn’t mean to spit the words, but Valerie sensed it – the frustration, the fact that you weren’t telling the truth. But she left it alone, for now. You huffed, dragging a hand down your face, tiredness really catching up to you now, “I’m going to go start my homework. Call me when dinner’s ready?” You were already moving up the stairs, your aunt’s head following as you went.

Valerie nodded, a very small smile playing on her lips, but it didn’t meet her eyes. She called out behind you, “It’ll be about twenty minutes.”

You didn’t know why you entertained the idea, but you found yourself back at the Lacrosse field, the first elimination round about to take place. The scene was buzzing with peers who were there to cheer on their friends or those who didn’t know what else to do with their lunch periods. You were once again blessed with the beautiful Californian sun as you wandered over, hands dangling by your hips as your bag hung from your shoulder. You could sense them before you saw them – Scott and Stiles briefly talking because Scott ran off, his destination made clear by his Lacrosse uniform and secured helmet as he jogged toward the other players. Coach Finstock was already barking rules and regulations, most likely a speech intending to show encouragement in the best way he was capable. You were about to sit down when you heard your name, an uneasy Stiles moving with fast steps toward you. He seemed impatient, troubled even, and it made your body uncomfortable.

His brown eyes were big, anxiety swimming within them, and he took a deep breath, “I overheard one of my dad’s calls, about the body…” He started, looking around with slight apprehension to make sure no one was listening, “And you’ll never guess what they found.”

You’re not sure what made you say it – maybe it was your own overthinking and stress, or how you’ve been mapping the pieces of Scott’s change over and over again in your head and in your notebook. But it made sense, and you could see by Stiles’ surprise that you were on the right track, “It was wolf hair, wasn’t it?”

“What… how did you know I was going to say that?” He questioned, the surprise seen more evidently now in the crease of his brow and pursing of his lips.

“I was just hoping that you wouldn’t.” You became sullen, a lopsided lift of your lips becoming a glum notion as concern for Scott set back in. The shriek blow of Coach’s whistle provoked you and Stiles to face the field, tryouts finally ready to take off as he gestured at the bench behind your knees. You both sat and braced yourself for what was to come, hoping that whatever was going on with Scott would take a backseat, at least for now.

Everything moved fast as Jackson was instantly out to bring Scott down. He dove for him as Scott was given the ball, Lacrosse sticks smashing down roughly on Scott’s hands until he fell fast headfirst in the dirt. You couldn’t hold back the short gasp that left breathlessly through your lips, your body leaning forward slightly on the bench in anticipation. Jackson needed to be put in line, and when his day would come, you would be standing there on the front line with the biggest damn smile ever worn. Coach’s whistle blew again, and the team repositioned themselves. You could see that both Scott and Jackson were highly-strung as they stood opposed, crouched down as if they were about to pounce at their prey.

Coach’s whistle sounded again, an echo that reverberated across the stands. On the spur of the moment, Scott launched forward with shocking speed, picking up the ball in his stick and charging across the field. Other team members attempted to defend, standing tall in his way with sticks pointed in his direction, but Scott parried them perfectly as he dodged circles around every player as if they never stood a chance. What took you most by surprise, however, was the jump he took and the way he curled in his body, flipping over the remainder of the defence team. You were completely taken aback, as was Stiles when he too started to lean forward on the bench, his face screwed up with every ounce of possible confusion. When he landed, Scott threw the ball, his aim faultless as it went right into the net.

You were submerged in loud cheers from the crowd, bodies around you standing up with arms in the air, praises and hollers screaming in unison. Everybody was celebrating, except for you and Stiles. Glancing to the side, you watched as his hands dragged down his face, highlighting his worry. The veins in his neck were visible, swollen as he fiercely clenched his jaw, his arms near to similar as hands balled into fists and sat heavily over his eyes. You felt sympathetic, unnecessary pity. You were about to question his state when an excited spectator knocked your bag off the bench, the contents spilling out. Curses sprouted under your breath, your hands prompt at regathering your belongings and shoving them back where they came from, unaware that Stiles saw the one item that you definitely didn’t want out in the public eye – a book titled ‘The History of Lycanthropy’.

After clearing your throat, a nervous habit that you could easily brand as your tell, you stood from the bleachers with your bag tucked held close to your chest. You could see Scott better now and the way he was so joyful, that the kid with asthma was now flipping and dodging miraculously through the field, impressing the girl he couldn’t keep his eyes off as she cheered along happily in the stands. He was becoming a hero, but by using the abilities that he didn’t even know the origin of. You could sense an uneasiness in the pit of your stomach; it was like a warning, your body telling you that something bad was coming, and it was hard not to think that it was because of the new and improved Scott McCall. Whatever was truly happening to him – whether it turned out to just be an infection, or something more super than natural – you were going to find out what it was, no matter what it took.

The evening sky was bleeding into a dark moonlight blue; a colour that you found calming, the perfect backdrop to the incandescence of the full moon. Any other circumstance and you would consider it pure beauty – but if you were really beginning to believe the stories about creatures of the night, folklore tails to scare children and create tacky horror movie storylines – then the full moon was anything but what you truly needed right now. Your textbooks were long discarded as you sat cross-legged on your bed, an array of pulled-out pages from your notebook creating a visual brainstorm across your blanket and an old, damaged book sitting idly across your lap. The intensification of Scott’s physical development was something that you couldn’t get off your mind; he was stronger, faster, and moodier. And you more than noticed that he hadn’t used his asthma puffer when at school over the past couple of days. You didn’t want to converge into conspiracy theories when the answer that all the evidence pointed to was so completely outlandish, but you felt like there was no other way. Stiles’ words from the Preserve that day still rang clear in your mind, like a broken record, continuous repetition of ‘Lycanthropy’.

You scoffed at the idea. How stupid. There were no wolves in California, and Scott McCall just simply got really good at Lacrosse over the past Summer, clearly, obviously, and that’s just it.

But that wasn’t it, and you were sure that Stiles had the same sort of idea when you heard a small bang against your window. You raised an eyebrow in confusion before walking toward it, noticing Stiles standing across from you, the dark blue of his walls now vibrant due to the illumination from his ceiling lamp. You slid the glass open, watching as his hand waved early in your direction. Your eyes shot down, noticing a small object that had landed in the bush below your window, a yellow and black figurine harnessing a stark contrast against the darkened flora.

“Did you just throw Wolverine at my window?” You questioned, a smile curling up slightly at how strange that sounded slipping from your lips.

Stiles groaned, his hand thrown behind him to scratch sheepishly at the back of his head, “It was the closest thing I picked up.”

You rolled your eyes before propping yourself up against the windowsill, elbows pressed against wood as your chin sat within your hands. It felt familiar, too familiar, as Stiles mimicked your action and you perched in silence with one another. It reminded you of when you were ten, and the night couldn’t quite convince either of you to sleep; two kids staying up all night, speaking across the fence line, sharing stories and creating silly secret pacts through the comforts of their bedroom windows. It only ended when slumber beckoned you to your beds and you would dream of the memories that tomorrow would bring. He must’ve been thinking the same way as you could see his smile beginning to lift his cheeks, that boyish wonder that he never quite grew out of lighting up the sparkle in his eyes. Stiles was a special kid, and you loved it, but you have both grown since then and whatever wonder there once was, didn’t live within you anymore.

Your own small grin dropped as you were brought back to the presence, your throat clearing as you gazed over the boy across from you, “So, am I here for you to talk about something or did you just feel like being a pain in the ass?”

His body jumped slightly, remembering the reason why he wanted to catch your attention. Stiles tried to lower his voice, not wanting to alert unneeded attention, “I know you’re trying to figure out what’s going on with Scott. I am too… and I, really, just need someone else to help… analyse it all.” His voice quietened further toward the end, evidence of despondency only dragging him down.

You, however, hadn’t told him that you were doing off-the-record research and cultivating a pile of incredulous note-taking. It made you question whether this boy was psychic, or just unbelievably nosy. You hummed, “Analyse what? What do you think is going on?”

“That’s something that we need to talk about, together, in a more private setting.” Stiles tilted back, his fingers fiddling and wringing as he fought back the anxiety. He bit his bottom lip, beginning to pace across the abundance of papers that had been flying from his printer all afternoon, research of his own becoming overwhelming. He turned back to you and stuck his head out the window, his voice suddenly blurting out, “I saw the book, that creepy one in your bag. You’re not the only one thinking the unimaginable.”

You gulped back, taking in the fact that if you were going crazy with this theory, you wouldn’t be alone. Your eyes glanced to your side, flickering over the book in question. It makes it more real when more than one person comes to such a ridiculous conclusion. A nod fell from you, “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

The floor of Stiles’ bedroom was a sea of white. You were perched on the edge of his bed, eyes scanning over the multitude of printouts mixed with your handwritten notes. The countdown for Lydia’s party has begun, but you had to forget about it for a moment and focus on the conclusion that you and Stiles had come to over the past half hour. It still didn’t feel real – maybe you just didn’t want to believe in its credibility, but what else can you do when every single goddamn sign points toward the existence of Werewolves?

“I swear I’ve read the word wolfsbane at least fifty times by now.” You groaned, falling back onto Stiles’ comforter before your hands covered your face. You could hear his soft laughter emit from the other side of the room, but neither of you reacted, except for the small grin that rose under the shield of your palms. Stiles was lounging back in his desk chair, one foot propped up on the tabletop, the book you borrowed from the library held close to his face as he studied the intricate details of old sketches. His eyes darted from werewolf anatomy to aspects of particular flowers and herbs. You had already seen these, choosing to look further into the lore, what makes a silver bullet a weapon to be feared, and other weapons or sedations that could harm a lycanthrope. Not that you could ever maim Scott McCall; he was always the shy sweet-hearted boy when you were growing up, now with the possibility of a life that he didn’t choose. You needed to know how to stop the creature that was waiting out there… the shadows cloaking them and keeping them safe, the one that did this to Scott. The one that wouldn’t be stopping their terrorising anytime soon.

 “I still can’t believe my best friend could be a werewolf.” Stiles sighed loudly, exasperated at the revelation.

Your stomach unexpectedly turned to knots, wrenching as he spoke. It was getting to a stage now where these strange feelings were hard to ignore, as if you were manifesting them, clutching them to your chest. You weren’t sure why you felt them, but you did, and you could’ve sworn your body was on the verge of explosion. A moan of displeasure pressed through your lips as you sat up, face already twisted and contorted in dismay. Sometimes the moments would be brief, a minute or so and it was as if it never happened – others, however, were like now, where the build-up of emotions and phantom pains and feelings tried to get the better of you. A deep breath was drawn as your shoulders shook as they slowly slumped, managing to push it all aside until you experienced refreshing clarity.

Stiles had been watching. He was sure that for a moment you forgot where you were, but he saw, and he remembered. You were young but he could easily recall the same uncomfortable expression that you wore like too many thoughts were building inside your head all at once, or too many sensations were dragging through your veins. You would curl in the same way, too, especially after your mother died and he would be there to pat your hair and let you lay your head on his lap. The sleepwalking was constant, and he couldn’t even count all the times his dad had to help Valerie search for you. Even at nine years old, he knew something was off, that something was well wrong. Yet, he never did know why he decided to walk away from it all.

When your eyes fluttered open, Stiles looked back to the book quickly, not wanting you to know that he was studying you. Your skin instantly flushed in embarrassment but played it off by grasping at the nearest piece of paper and rereading it like nothing had happened. Only a couple of minutes passed, agonisingly slow, before Stiles cleared his throat and the trepidation began to swell, “We will find out what’s going on with you too, I promise.”

You could hear the shaking of his voice, the way he was nervous to speak, because he knew that you would shut him down. It was harder to trust him after what he did those couple of years ago – but you knew he wanted to help you. You were caught between a rock and a hard place, and he could sense it himself. You shook your head, not wanted to make eye contact, “It’s nothing to worry about.”

He tried not to scoff, not to roll his eyes. You were walking with complete tentativeness around this subject but if he pushed you, he would lose you again. Stiles bit into his bottom lip, chewing as he thought over his next response. Eventually, his voice drew quiet, a softened conversation now only meant for the two of you, “There’s something there. I know that you can feel it, you feel everything around you. And you might not remember after your mom died, but I – “

“- Of course, I remember, Stiles! I lost my mother, and then my father, and I acted out. I wasn’t sleeping so I got nightmares, and I got sick from it all. End of story.” You snapped, not wanting it to be about you. You knew something was wrong with your body and your mind, you weren’t oblivious to the changes. But you can’t have anyone worrying about you when you can’t even wrap your head around it yourself yet.

He could have stopped it there, but Stiles knew better. If he did stop it, the conversation and the wondering, then it would never get solved because you wouldn’t let it. He knew from the first time around that this would bring you down to a level of utter despair, and he was too determined in helping to let that happen.

Stiles still spoke quietly, “We will figure it out. I’ll make sure of it.”

You looked up, but it wasn’t to Stiles. His bedroom door sounded with a loud knock, also driving his attention toward the wooden structure. The boy practically leaped from his chair to answer it, knowing exactly who it would be. His words rushed out quicker than it took for Scott to focus on him, almost forgetting to breathe, “Dude, you have to see this! We’ve been reading all afternoon… websites, books, anything we can get our hands on. All this information.” “We?” Was the first thing Scott said before looking past Stiles, his lips lifting in a softened smirk as his gaze landed on you. He provided a short wave for you to quickly reciprocate the gesture in a much timider fashion. Scott made his way into the room, his face covered in confusion as he tried to step over the array of papers littering the ground. It was hard to miss the bouncing ball of energy that Stiles had quickly become as well, making Scott laugh, “How much Adderall have you had?”

You snorted straight away, “Too much.” Stiles side-eyed you, a faux scowl shooting in your direction. “Does it really matter? Just listen – “ “– Is this about the body? Did they find who did it?” Scott disrupted Stiles, your head moving between them like a tennis match, on-and-off interruptions. “Well, no… they’re still questioning people. Even Derek Hale – “ You nearly launched from your seat, your hands gripping the blue plaid comforter, “Wait, what? They’re questioning Derek?” Stiles looked at you as an empathy shone within his warm eyes, nodding his head, “Yeah, but that’s not it…” He turned back to Scott, desperation tugging at his eyebrows as they furrowed. Scott only raised his own in question, a silent plea for the energetic boy to continue, “Remember that joke the other day? Not a joke anymore.” Scott remained impassive, impatient. You observed how his fingers twitched, nervous clenching, restlessness as if he were ready to run the second you said go. He didn’t necessarily want to be there with you and Stiles, when he could have been with Allison, the recollection of her party coming in front and centre. This gave you a strong hunch that the conversation yourself and Stiles had been cultivating for the past thirty-or-so minutes, isn’t going to go down too well.

After looking at Scott’s blank expression, you pressed on with Stiles’ point, “The wolf, Scott. The bite in the woods? We started doing some research, some reading…” Stiles lapped at his drying lips, his eyes briefly flickering to his wringing fingers, “Do you even know why a wolf howls?” Scott rolled his eyes, jeering back at his friend, “Should I?” “It’s a signal.” Stiles began, his hands held up as he attempted to gesture along with his explanation, “When a wolf is alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So… if you heard it howling that means there are others. Maybe a whole pack of them. “A pack of wolves?” “No, Scott.” You spoke with a neutral voice, every ounce of solemnity that you held in your body was now expelled into what you were about to spring on him. He glanced over his shoulder at you, and you drew a deep breath, “Not wolves. Werewolves.” His hands were thrown to his sides, annoyed sounds of frustrated irritations sounding out loudly as he growled at you and Stiles, “You’re seriously wasting my time with this? You know, I’m picking Allison up in an hour.” “We’re being serious!” You interjected, now standing from the bed and taking a few steps closer, hoping that he could read your eyes and find the earnestness coming from them.

But he didn’t find it, impatience instead covering him in utmost annoyance. Stiles could see him slipping, attempting to further convince his friend, “We saw you on the field, Scott, both times. What you did wasn’t just amazing. It was impossible.” “So, I made a good shot – “ “No, you made an incredible shot.” You were in deep, you thought, the necessity to convince him becoming direr the further he refuses to listen. You had moved to stand beside Stiles, your bodies now hovering in front of Scott’s exit to the bedroom door. ou huffed, “The way you moved – the speed, your reflexes… people can’t suddenly do that overnight. And then there’s the hearing, the senses…” Stiles raised his hand, body straightening as another thought sprouted, “- And don’t think I haven’t noticed you don’t need your inhaler anymore. You haven’t used it since that night.” Scott’s hands covered his ears, another growl pushing through his throat, and his head sunk low, “I can’t think about this now! We’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” "Tomorrow?!” Stiles’ claim was loud, peevish at Scott’s lack of responsibility, “Dude, don’t you get it? The Full moon is tonight!” “What are you trying to do? “Scott sulked, his voice harnessing raspy undertones as arms crossed over his chest to form a shield of protection, “I just made first line on the team. I have a date with a girl I can’t believe wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect.” He chuckled, disbelief fuelling his moment until his full focus was back on you both, “Why are you trying to ruin it?”

It was harder to convince him than you thought. Scott McCall was growing stronger, and you could see it in his body composition and hear it in the irritation that his voice harnessed, but you still stood your ground, wary of his next move, “We’re just trying to help.” Stiles nodded, following your lead as he lowered his defensive-stance hands that were held out before him, “With the full moon, it’s going to be too hard to resist and there’s no going back.  You’re cursed, Scott. And it’s not only that the moon causes you to change, it’s also when your bloodlust will be at its peak.” “Bloodlust?” Scott queried, his head tilting slightly to one side. “You know… ripping out throats with your werewolf fang things, wanting to slash someone’s chest open, the need to maim and harm?” Scott’s expression remained the same at your colourful explanation, accompanied by Stiles offering you a deep squint of his eyes as he silently questioned whether you were helping the situation. He shook his head eventually, peering at Scott, “Long story short, it’s the urge to kill.” “Oh, trust me, I’m already starting to have the urge to kill, Stiles.” Scott grunted as his voice shifted to a deeper pitch, gravelly undertones provoking your ears to perk as you observed his shift in demeanour. You swallowed down a think lump of disquietude. Stiles did well to ignore the change in his friend, instead building up hidden courage as he stood a little taller, a look of determination settling in his whisky hues. “Dude, you need to hear this! The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. And I’ve never seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You have to call her and cancel the date – “

He acted quick, reaching for Scott’s jacket to pull out Scott’s phone. His courageousness had turned to an idiot move as you noticed Scott’s balled fists, his voice straining heavily as he attempted to reach for his device, “What are you doing? Give me that – “ “ – I’m just finding her number – wait…” Stiles glanced over Scott’s shoulder, finding eye contact with you as you watched him dodge his friend’s movements, “Y/N, do you have her number?” You didn’t have time to reply until you heard it. The sound was far from human, a throaty cadence that tangled with Scott’s sudden snarling voice, “Give. It. To. Me.” It started off feeling like fire; a burning sensation running down your arms, licking at your veins, and spreading across your whole body. It itched at first, too, and then it properly burnt you the more you felt the anger course across every inch of your skin. It was anger made purely of frustration until the inklings of malevolent urges began to kick in, and you could see Scott shaking with a hidden rage that had never struck him before. You were feeling every moment of his fury, and it terrified you. You then saw the unthinkable happen; Scott winding back his fist, a position ready to propel it into Stiles’ face at any given moment. There was a different boy standing in front of you now. He had pushed Stiles roughly against the wall, the odd decorative picture shaking from the collision. As one fist was held back, the other was screwed up in Stiles’ shirt, the other boy in question justifiably shaking.

“Scott! Don’t you even think about it!” Your voice had risen, yet it was much calmer than you thought it would be. You spoke sternly, a firm direction, with enough hints of your own frustration to make him turn around and look at you. The anger you harnessed only moments before settling into your veins, and you felt sudden control over the emotion, using it to stand your ground and exercise protection. It was odd, yet, oddly invigorating. Scott dropped him immediately, and you could hear the small gasps for air Stiles stole to help regain composure. It felt like you won the battle of the strongest stance until Scott lashed out further. He was hasty at grabbing Stiles’ desk chair, the furniture held so easily over his head as if it weighed nothing more than a simple feather. You were too busy staring in shock before you noticed the object flying toward you. Stiles was calling your name, but it was white noise, everything suddenly slowing down. You somehow managed to gain some sort of realisation, your body twisting to the side as you dodged the chair before it landed roughly against the wall above Stiles’ bed. Your body was curled up on the floor, a mess of tangled limbs as you tried to process what just happened. You could hear better now, especially Scott as he apologised under his breath. He walked slowly toward you, trying to help you up, but you flinched back in cowardice. A frown easily tugged at his lips, his arm trembling in shock as it was retracted from your form. He was the one now terrified, his mouth opening and closing, words unable to leave the tip of his tongue as his eyes saddened significantly. Scott gulped back, “I-I’m sorry. Really, I didn’t mean it… I-I have to go. I have to get ready for the party…” He reached for his jacket, still shaken up from the situation before walking to the door. He stopped, however, before crossing the threshold and turned around to you both, “I really am sorry.”

Stiles’ face spoke more than words – he was angry now, eyebrows furrowing as a silent demand for Scott to leave stayed present until his friend disappeared, and the front door slammed behind him. As the click echoed up the stairs, he immediately ran to your side, arms encasing around your frame and pulling you close to his chest. You were limp from the shock, so he held your head against his collarbone, his other arm around your waist. You were still coming down from your body bathing in red hot rage; like a high, a sizeable intense shot of adrenaline, or the aftermath of consuming ten red-eye coffees in a row. The room was spinning, and you felt short of breath, head and heart thumping to the point where you thought it’d detonate right there and then. But it was the feeling of Stiles’ skin pressed to your cheek, and his strong hold on your body, that made you calm down.  He felt nervous that you’d push him away, and then you curled further into him, hands grabbing at his shirt as you pulled him closer. He sighed in relief before setting his chin on your head.

Stiles’ eyes gazed across to the small hole in his wall made by the chair, wondering if he could get away with covering it with a poster, and how long would it take for his dad to discover it. The ideas made him cringe before he settled his focus a little further down at the chair itself. That’s when his brown eyes grew big, looking over the claw marks that had slashed the chair’s fabric to ribbons.

He gulped, and even after you stirred, he still couldn’t look away from it, “It’s okay. I got you, Y/N. I got you.”

The music could be heard from three houses away, and you were anticipating calls to the Sheriff's’ station within the next hour or so if Lydia didn’t turn it down. Not that you were surprised; Lydia Martin’s parties were always something else entirely. She made sure that she was the ‘it’ girl, the queen bee, the one everyone either wanted to be or wanted to be with. And you would be lying if you had never stopped to think why she was friends with somebody much more introverted like yourself. You never wanted to question it though – she was kind to you, a side that was rarely shown to others, a heart that was large and caring, who only ever wanted to best for you and that’s all you could ask for.

The large moon hung full in the sky, a luminescence that lit up your path as you walked toward the Martin residence. Usually you would find it enlivening, a simple picturesque sight that made you stare in wonderment, but now it provoked a chill to shiver down your spine and goosebumps in wary of the unknown to prick at your skin. Stiles could sense your apprehension and he moved toward you slightly, his footsteps now more align to your own as he joined your trek. He was being incredibly tenacious after your run in with Scott, and how you were going through your own change of motions. He couldn’t help that he was a ball of bubbling anxiety, but you found his willingness to so easily care for you endearing, not that you would ever voice it aloud for him to hear.

He was stepping closer now, his arm bumping yours, but for once you didn’t step away. It was nice to have him close, especially after he had picked you up off the floor earlier this evening and made sure that there wasn’t a single scratch on your body, twice over. You glanced to the side, a smile curling at what he considered ‘party appropriate’ attire. You snorted softly, “You know this is a drinking, dancing, get shitfaced party, right? Not a dinner party.”

Stiles immediately looked down at his chest, a dark grey tie sitting nicely down the centre as it served as a formal addition to the pale pink dress shirt he wore. His eyebrow rose, now looking over to you, allowing his eyes to drag slowly down your cute dress that brushed the tops of your thighs, and the exposed skin of your legs before they were fed into a pair of worn-down converse. You elbowed him in the side roughly, the boy jumping back from the collision, “Eyes forward, Stilinski.”

He cleared his throat, head nodding out of nervousness, whisky brown eyes definitely watching the path ahead now, “I don’t get invited to these things often, wanted to dress nice.” Stiles shrugged before his hands were plunged into the pockets of his pants, lips pursing as they knotted.

The soft smile that graced between your cheeks was a tender send-off to his explanation, “Well, you do… look nice, that is. I’m sure Lydia will be very impressed with you.”

You couldn’t see the heated blush that crawled up his neck and pinched his cheeks, but Stiles felt it, a small smile of his own appearing. He cleared his throat once more, an attempt at composure, as you both found yourselves at the front door, “Thanks.”

The party was thriving – typical red solo cups littering every surface, people either drunk or high or both wandering around aimlessly, the heavy bass of the music was resonating in the walls and floor. Her living room was covered in dancing teens, some grinding their bodies against one another, some others grinding whatever stable object they could find. You had to make a mental note to never touch that lamp ever again if you found yourself at Lydia’s anytime soon. It didn’t take long to locate the vivacious redhead as she stumbled toward you, Jackson practically connected to her by the wrist. You gave him a sarcastic grin, daggers practically shooting from your eyes, before you wrapped your arms around Lydia’s back in a friendly hug. Stiles was starstruck just being that close to her, his endeavour to speak a greeting instead getting caught on his tongue and he stood there as a babbling mess.

“Drinks! Have a drink! It’s Friday, time to let loose, girl, and we’ll find you a great guy and we can double date – “Lydia’s words slurred into a longwinded sentence, a breath surely been forgotten in between words. You held your finger up and placed it against her lips to quiet her, and she kissed the tip, but let you speak.

“No double dates. No guys. But a drink, yes, Stiles and I will go grab one now.”

Lydia raised her brow, “What’s a Stiles?”

Before Stiles himself could finish that sentiment, you had already waved goodbye to your friend and slid your fingers around his forearm, dragging him to the kitchen. It wasn’t as busy in there, so you finally sighed out in somewhat content, hoping that whatever concoction was put into this punch bowl wasn’t poisonous or spiked. You lent down to sniff it, a noise of approval pushing past your throat before you ladled it into two fresh cups. Stiles was already looking at you as you turned around, a lazy grin settled upon his lips. You gazed back in confusion, “Everything okay there?”

“I’m just still getting used to hanging out with you again. I missed it.” Stiles spoke in all honesty, accepting the cup and taking a sip, cringing from the strength before he nearly gagged.  

It was difficult not to frown on the spot. You grew apart because of Stiles; you were left alone and heartbroken because of Stiles, you now had serious trust issues because of Stiles. And yet here he was, saying he missed you, as if nothing ever really happened. You remember everything though and it was something that you could never forget, and you weren’t even sure if it were something you could so easily forgive.

Your shoulders slumped, a deep exhale now pushing through your nose, “Stiles –“

It was quick when your vision went blurry, an ache in your head growing. One hand reached for the edge of the counter as the other grasped at Stiles’ arm again. You groaned lightly as eyes squeezed shut. It felt as if all your senses were on high alert, alarm bells sounding loudly in your head, a warning of danger. You nearly missed it as Scott bounded through the back door, his state only an exaggerated version of yours. Stiles turned to him, and he began to put one-and-one together, puzzle pieces between you and your ability to feel Scott’s agony. It was too coincidental, and it happened too often at the same time. You were most certainly something.

He lent slightly in his best friend’s direction, “Yo, Scott? You good?” He asked.

Scott was too overwhelmed to reply, his figure disappearing among the crowd as he sought fresh air. It was a silent agreement to chase after him, shaking your head to rid the effect that was playing with your head as you and Stiles pushed through the unsuspecting partygoers. You stopped at the front door, but he was gone, Melissa’s car also missing from the front of the threshold. You swallowed down another anxious lump in your throat and were about to ask Stiles what your next steps should be, but Allison suddenly ran in between you both, her own footing ceasing when she too realised, he was gone. It hurt to see her so disappointed. Her name was called, and you had to check behind you to see if it was someone from inside, until Stiles nudged you, your focus now landing on a familiar figure down the footpath. He was tall, dark, brooding, and ushering Allison into his car.

“Derek?” You questioned, disbelief in your voice. You and Stiles turned to each other; shock evident across both your features.

The jeep’s engine settled; the rumbling under your body coming to a stop, the odd splutter sounding as a reminder for Stiles to get a tune-up. You had pulled up outside of the McCall house, your head reeling out the passenger side window as you took in the darkness that inhabited the inside. You hummed, “Sure he came home?” Your questioned prompted Stiles to hum back, his head gently nodding as he exited the vehicle. You followed quickly, needing to slam the door a little harder to make sure that it closed properly this time.

“Where would you go if you were possibly transforming into a werewolf? You’d want to be in the one place that feels familiar, the safest, right?” Stiles questioned, his tone rhetoric, but he knew you agreed when you shone him a brief look of understanding. You watched as Stiles jumped the steps to the porch, skipping two at a time until his lanky legs stopped by the ajar front door. You wandered up behind him before sharing a knowing look, the edge of the doorframe presenting four shallow scratches in the paintwork. He gulped, “Scott’s definitely here.”

Stiles skipped over the stairs again, urgent efforts as he tried to move as fast as he could. You reached Scott’s bedroom door as Stiles’ hand flew for the handle, but it was locked as he jiggled it roughly between wrapped fingers. He grunted, his other hand pounding against the wooden structure. It was loud and erratic, but you recognised the concern – Stiles would do anything at the drop of a hat to protect those that he loved. He continued to beat and batter, his balled fist flying, until you both heard a growl of animalistic proportions in the adjacent room.

“Scott, c’mon, it’s me.” Stiles’ voice trembled in worry, his head dropping concisely against the door. He was about to knock again when Scott unlocked his door, the structure only moving vaguely enough for voices to be heard and eyes to be seen. He sighed in relief at the somewhat progress made, “Let us in, man, we can help – “

“No.” The growl was louder, beastly, and you could tell that Scott was on the verge of shifting completely. You looked through the small gap, nothing more than an inch, and noticed the golden glow of his eyes. You gasped lightly as you caused the boy to move away, Stiles’ brows furrowing as he watched you place your hand across the wood. You pushed on it slightly, but Scott only moved further behind it. He groaned, voice muffling as fangs began to break through his gums “Listen, you gotta find Allison.”

Stiles attempted a soothing tone, a shush to try and settle down the growing aggravation behind the door, “She’s fine, alright? We saw her get a ride home from the Lydia’s. Allison… she’s totally fine, Scott, alright?”

Scott shook his head as his body was still concealed behind the door. He sounded frustrated, you thought, only added by the fact that he was trying to hold himself to humanity for as long as he could, “No, I think I know who it is – “

“Dude, just let us in! We can try – “ Stiles interrupted, his concern growing tenfold, ignoring the protests from his friend as he allowed exasperation to take absolute control. The tennis game of banter had returned, and if you weren’t standing in the middle of something direly important right now, you were sure that you’d be rolling your eyes exponentially.

“ – It’s Derek!” Scott yelled, the pitched resonating through you as the wall shook. “Derek Hale is the werewolf! He’s the one that bit me… he’s the one that killed that girl in the woods…”

Your jaw fell, eyes widening at the news that was spilt. It was incredibly infeasible in your eyes. “That’s impossible.” Whispered inklings dragged at your curt statement, your feet stumbling a step or two backward.

Stiles couldn’t help but stare down to you, his forehead crinkling as he watched your face draw pale. He swallowed back, “Scott… Derek’s the one who drove Allison from the party.”

All that followed was silence. Even the heavy breathing that accompanied Scott’s frustration had dissipated. It was eerie, and a major red flag. Your hand once again sat on the door and pushed, but sudden strength from the behind it only pushed you back, slamming in your faces. Stiles flickered his eyes to you before you noticed their difference in size – his caramalised hues shaking, shocked and alarmed. Both of his fists were now hammering the door as he shouted, “Scott! Scott!”

He didn’t stop, not until an ominous howl wafted through the air and everything stood still. The howl of a wolf. And it was signalling his pack.

Your hands were gentle as they pried Stiles’ fists from Scott’s door, holding them within your own for a moment as you hoped that skin contact would settle the trembling that shook the boy to his core. You drew a deep breath, but your heart was still thumping abruptly, “Stiles…” You started, waiting until he turned fully to face you, “We have to go find Allison.”

He bit his shaking bottom lip, but managed to nod his head in agreement, “And then Scott.”

You had remembered where Allison lived from what Lydia told you; the redhead unable to keep anything to herself, but that’s what happens when you are the town’s renowned social butterfly. Your eyes followed the moon as it taunted you; a reminder that Scott is running around aimlessly in the form of something once only known as folklore. To make matters worse, your thoughts drifted to Derek under the same fate, and you had never felt so disoriented. Your mind was cut off from your surroundings in Stiles’ jeep as the hushed tunes of the radio fell into white noise, along with his voice before he eventually tapped your shoulder. You jumped, twisting in your seat to face Stiles before he repeated his question, “How much further?”

You looked down to your phone’s GPS as your eyes darted across the screen, “Take the next right, then the second left turn. It should be number one seventy-three.” He made a noise of acknowledgement in the back of his throat, the indicator ticking loudly in the quiet cabin as the first turn was quick to come up. You allowed your gaze to look over the boy as your body swerved to the side, urgency reflecting in his current speedy driving style. He muttered an apology under his breath, but you couldn’t look past the deepened creases of his forehead and how his lips were twisted into a low frown. You trailed down to his tense body language and how he was gripping the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles were paling – an immense contrast to the reddened splotches decorating the sides of his hands from where he had been beating at Scott’s door only twenty or so minutes ago.

You coughed, “Does it hurt?” Gesturing to his sore-looking hands as he followed your gaze.

He shrugged, probably forgetting that the skin was slightly raw and still shone a dark pink shade. You just hoped that it wouldn’t bruise. “Ya know, it does a little. Kinda didn’t take notice until you said something, though.” His composure softened and you could’ve sworn you saw his lips lift into a small grin. A small chuckle managed to escape you, and he followed suit before lifting his right hand from the wheel and clenching, then unclenching, joints cracking in the process. “I think I’ll live.”

A snort drove through you, “Good.”

It wasn’t until you reached your destination that you saw his small moment of joy drop. You felt pity, sadness, but most of all an overwhelming sense of determination. You were somewhat unwillingly dragged into this commotion, but now you were knees deep, and you would do anything to help Stiles find his best friend if it meant that he would stop looking like a wounded puppy.

As you pulled up at Allison’s house, you were the first out of the car, your converse slamming against the asphalt driveway as Stiles followed hastily behind you. It was your fist that now knocked against the door, the hand falling to your sides as Stiles’ knotted in front of him. A woman only just a bit taller than yourself answered the door – she held sternness in her face due to the clean cut of her features, but still managed a pleasant smile as she looked to you both.

Stiles let his impatience take the reigns and he was suddenly blurting out fractured sentencing to the lady standing before him, “Hi, Mrs. Argent. Uh… you have no idea who we are… we’re friends of your daughter's. Uh, look, this is gonna sound kind of crazy, um... really crazy, actually. You know what? Crazy doesn't even describe – “

“Mrs Argent, is Allison home?” You interjected before the mother of your new friend started to grow impatient herself, her sharp jaw clenching in annoyance the more Stiles dragged on.

She turned over her shoulder, her voice echoing off the tiled flooring and into the sparse foyer, “Allison? It’s for you.”

Stiles mouthed a ‘thank you’ in your direction, a tight-lipped smile looked back to him. You were glad when Allison appeared on the balcony above you – she looked unharmed, she seemed safe. You released a loud sigh of relief and Stiles physically calmed down. The brunette was looking at you both in confusion before she finally spoke, “Hey. What’s up?”

You could tell that Stiles was on the verge of becoming another blundering mess if he tried to speak again, so you instead took a small step forward, beaming toward the girl brightly, “Just wanted to make sure you were safe. I left my phone at home, and I remember Lydia telling me where you lived so we just… thought we’d drop by and see if you made it home” You hated the fact that you needed to lie to her. Allison seemed like a kind girl, nice from the get-go, a breath of fresh air that you could picture yourself becoming close friends with. But not if you continue lying like you currently were.

She seemed hesitant at first, but the nodding of Stiles’ head brought further belief into your story. She smiled back to you, a hand twisting absentmindedly through her curling long locks, “That’s super nice of you, you know?”

You shrugged, really not wanting to make a big deal out of it. “That’s what friends are for, right? Well…” You turned your eyes to Stiles, clearing your throat before grabbing the sleeve of his shirt and pulling him backwards, “We must get going. See you Monday?” You were so far out of the front door now that you could barely hear her answer, Mrs Argent shutting the door when you were far enough away.

You both wandered over to the jeep, Stiles pursing his lips before clicking his tongue, “So, if Allison is here, where’d Scott go to?”

You didn’t want to say his name. You remembered him from your childhood, the older boy that treated you like family whenever your mother brought you to the Hale house. She would do business with Talia, something that you didn’t know much about as you were too busy playing dolls with Cora and laughing when Peter would roughhouse with Derek in the living room. Laura would sit back and try to ignore it all as she read a book on the sofa – as an only child, you could only dream for a family to spend your time with, the main reason why your mother wasn’t so shy in bringing you with her on her journeys. You never saw them much after she died, though. Another thing you didn’t know too much about.

You sighed, “I’ll give you a clue. He’s the only other werewolf we know of.”

Silence encapsulated you both again; and maybe this time, it was apprehension. The radio lulled quietly in the background once more and your cheek was pressed to the chilled glass of the jeep’s passenger window. You watched as a darkened blur of trees moved quickly past you – a sight that you were more than accustomed with, since you had been driving the back roads of Beacon Hills for a couple of hours now. You’d yet to come across Scott, but neither of you were backing out, choosing to continue circling the roads until he was safe and sound beside you both. You never would’ve guessed this time last week, that you’d now be driving beside Stiles Stilinski, at a quarter to three in the morning, to track down his best friend turned werewolf. It sounded like the start to a bad joke.

Small conversation took up your time but it was the stillness of the night that mostly filled the jeep. There was just too much going on, and it was all dragging you both down to the depths of an anxious exhaustion – first Scott and what to do when you found him, followed by the possibility that Derek Hale was a murderer, and then there was you. An unequivocal enigma. You piqued Stiles’ interest more than anything else in this moment, mostly as he swore that history was repeating itself, and the memories of a broken little girl were ones that always drew sadness from him. The unforgettable. In fact, you were playing mostly on his mind since you got back into the jeep at Allison’s, but he couldn’t find the courage to bring it up. You didn’t want to discuss it, but you also knew that it would be an inevitable conversation. Something about you was sensitive to your surroundings, to the point where you’d feel someone’s pain, or channel their emotions. It wasn’t human, not completely human, and Stiles needed to know what made you tick before you became an explosion.

His leg shook as it sat on the small ledge to the side of the brake, nervousness brewing inside him as he was building the courage to talk to you about it all. He had been side-eying you for nearly thirty minutes, waiting for the right time, but your eyes were mesmerising by the forestry beyond the windows instead. If you didn’t combust at his every attempt, then maybe Stiles would feel more at ease – but even he wasn’t oblivious to the fact that the topic was like forbidden fruit, and Stiles never was one to follow the rules.

“I think now is a good time more than anything to talk about how you’re going.” He broke through the quietness, and although he was speaking softly, it sounded earth shattering as you absorbed the context of where he was heading. Your shoulders physically tensed, and Stiles wasn’t ignorant to your shift in steadiness, convincing himself silently that he could do this and hopefully get through it without his tongue ripped out.

You sharply inhaled, “Stiles. Please don’t push this right now.”

You were much more tender than he expected you to be, making him just that much more optimistic. He was a bull, and he had just shot right through those gates the moment he opened his mouth, so there was no backing out now. Heels were dug in; he crossed the starting line. He needed to follow through or else you would make it your mission to never let him speak about it again.

“But we need to. Something is happening with you too, Y/N. I’m not an idiot. You feel everybody else’s emotions as if they were your own, and their pain… every time Scott’s freaked within the past few days, you were feeling it too.” He gulped back as he watched you curl into the passenger door, your back completely blocking him out now. But you didn’t tell him to stop. “I still remember when we were kids. It’s like when Val was building that bookcase, and she slipped and broke her wrist. When she called my dad over, she was cursing a bit, but you were the one in tears and holding your own, as if it were you that’d done it.” Your head nuzzled as far as it could against Roscoe, but Stiles just sighed out, continuing, “You would literally cry if you saw someone else do it first. Y/N… when my mom died, I was a wreck, but you were just as bad. Then you started sleepwalking. Dad told me you don’t remember, but one night you walked all the way to the cemetery. To your mom. He said out of each and every time he helped find you, that was the furthest you’d ever gone.”

You hated that you couldn’t recall any of it. Not a single word resonated. He was retelling the worst parts of your life, and you have no clue whether they were true or not. Hands flew to your ears, your voice choked, “Stiles, that’s enough.”

“It hurt so much to see my friend fall apart. It was like you were sensitive to the world, everything was a trigger, and you were a loaded gun – “

“Stop it.”

“And now it’s all happening again! You zone out and you start to feel things and I can see them in your eyes. I saw the anger that Scott’s been holding, I saw the way you literally felt death in the Preserve that day. My anxiety has been through the roof, and you’ve been carrying it on your back. You don’t think I notice these things, but I do! I’m watching it happen all over, like a replay of when we were kids, and it fucking terrifies me that you’re going through all of this – “

“If you were so worried about it back then, why did you walk away?” You spoke icicles, a chill that had been locked away since Stiles left you all alone those couple of years ago. You had gotten over it then, but he claims he cared, so where was he when you needed him the most? You shook your head, a stray sniffle sounding before that empty chuckle played on your lips, “If you could see me falling apart, where did you go?”

You had turned to face him now, any ounce of emotion disappearing before his very eyes. You were neutral and was scared that he had broken you, truly. It wasn’t as if he didn’t expect the conversation to turn this way, but that didn’t mean that he welcomed it either. He was responsible for so many things as well. Stiles felt hopeless, groaning in reply, “…Y/N.”

“No! You left me. You left me, Stiles, broken and all alone. I needed you. You showed me compassion and kindness and then one day, it was all gone. You were moving on in your life without me and I was literally breaking down! It – it was as if everything we shared, our time together… it meant nothing. It was all for nothing. Like I didn’t even exist, that I didn’t matter to you anymore…”

Stiles could feel his eyes water, tears gathering at his lash line. Everything you said was true, he left you in your worst moments, but he barely had an excuse besides that he was a growing teenage boy who was gullible and naïve, who didn’t know any better. He wasn’t crying because you were angry, no, it was because he didn’t realise just how bad things were for you. It was crushing him, and all he wanted was to turn back time and keep you by his side, as it should have been. He allowed one of his hands to release the wheel as he wiped at his eyes, grasping his jaw afterwards as he rubbed at it with anxious notions. His throat was scratchy, and it felt like he had swallowed a rock as he tried to gulp it down. It made his voice hoarse and quiet, “I am so, so fucking sorry…”

You sniffled again – but you weren’t sure if your now wet cheeks were from your own tears, or those you were feeling from Stiles. Regardless, it felt like the right thing to do, to cry, and let your emotions flow. You pulled the sleeves of your jacket over your hands as you snuggled into the material, as if you were a child scared of the big bad world, “No, if you were sorry, then you would’ve come back. Even after all this time.”

“But I’m here now.” His voice prompted you to glance back to him, his eyes puffy and red, sincerity pouring from him in waves and for some reason, you truly believed in every single word he said. Stiles couldn’t help a small smile when he saw your gaze on him again with the absence of hatred, “You’re stuck with me, Y/N. And I promise that I’m not letting you go. Never again. You deserve so much more than what life has given you, and I’m going to make sure you get it all.” The drops of tears began with him again, but they weren’t sad. They each were a promise, and you were going to hold him to each and every one.

You nodded, reaching for his bicep and squeezing reassuringly, his left hand coming up to sit over yours for a small moment as he squeezed back. A silent commitment.

“And I’m going to find out what’s going on with you. I honestly don’t care if you like it or not.” He added, a laugh escaping you as you watched him closely, glad to have back the young boy who vowed to be your knight, and your protector, who would make sure that you were always more than okay.

You smiled, “We’ll find it out together.”

It was sometime between five and six a.m when you saw Scott, finally. The sun had invaded the midnight sky and turned it into pale blues and yellows that swirled with the welcoming morning air. You didn’t realise how long you’d been out until the sunrise eased over the mountains, and you and Stiles watched it lift into the sky with tired smiles. Stiles pulled up beside the boy, his shirt ripped from his body as he cradled his arm. You both shared a look before you climbed into the back, fumbling around in the variety of oddments that Stiles kept piled behind his driver’s seat. Scott slid into he car and you passed him a jacket that you found before he wrapped it around his shoulders. He dropped his head back, the headrest supporting his tired frame as Scott absorbed the warmth of the seat you left behind. He remained quiet as Stiles drove off again. Neither of you wanted to push him.

Scott eventually moaned, exhaustion evident in his voice, “You know what worries me the most?”

“If you say Allison, I’m gonna punch you in the head.” Stiles replied, not even hesitating to do so as he expected that to be the worst of Scott’s concerns right now.

“She probably hates me now…”

Stiles groaned, loudly, in response, “I doubt that, but you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Girls like that, right?” He was now referring to you, glancing at your face in the review mirror.

But you only scoffed at his question. You lent forward in your seat, your head settling between the two boys, “Definitely would recommend a good game plan, though, Scott.”

“Or, you know, you could just tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a fucking werewolf!” Stiles’ voice rose an octave or two, the excitement now kicking in since he’s seen his best friend alive and well, especially after the ordeal that had happened yesterday. You and Scott both start at him incredulously, and he began to backpedal on his statement, “Okay, bad idea. But hey, we'll get through this. ‘Cmon, if I have to, I'll chain you up myself on nights of the full moon and feed you live mice.”

You audibly gagged, and Scott briefly looked as if he would hit Stiles right there on the spot for even suggesting it.

Stiles shrugged, eyes remaining on the road as he tried to concentrate and not let sleepiness get the best of him, “I mean, I had a boa once. I could do it.”

“I can vouch for that.” You sounded as you lent back in your seat, Stiles peered at you again through the review mirror with a cheeky grin. You and that snake didn’t get along. You smiled back though, a sincere warm kind of smile, and it made his neck slightly redden from a sudden blush.

There was something oddly endearing about three friends bonding over such strange circumstances. You had a boy that was bitten, his life flipped upside down, with new powers and responsibilities to hold. You had a girl that could feel the world around her, able to absorb emotion and pain in such a peculiar way. And you had the lionhearted best friend, a boy that would do absolutely anything in his power for those he cared for. All it took was one night for everything to change. One night to bring them all together. One night to start a war that none of them saw coming.

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