#//mason and derek have me in a CHOKE HOLD

[collar-shocked]

//I'm off to work, but here's my official call: Looking for more interactions, honestly. I love what I've got going on ATM, but I can't help but feel the blog is going a bit one-way. Need extra directions!

//I'm feeling raunchy. How do we feel about Mason?

[mollygetssherlockcoffee]

Thirty Seconds

Pairing: Spencer x Fem!Reader

Summary: (Five Minutes, Part 4) Y/N enters the maze

Warning: Blood, kidnapping, maths (yes there’s a warning for that because it kills me)

Words: 2,360 

A/N: I hope no one looks at my search history because... not good

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Five  Part Six

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You look at the LED display which gives you your instructions.

 Unlock the door at the top of the stairs. Enter the maze. Forty-five minutes.

 You don’t bother to step over the pictures, not caring about the dirt from your shoes transferring. The steps are framed by a washer and a dryer, both in a dishevelled state from where you had searched them. Gripping the key tightly, you climbed the stairs and slid it into the lock. You turned the key, unlocking the door and pulling it open.

A wall extended from each side of the door, floor to ceiling and, once again, made completely of concrete. The path extended away from you, but the ceiling lights showed that it veered into two different directions.

 With the walls being floor to ceiling, there was no way for you to see above them and determining how big the maze was. The forty-five-minute timer set could be wholly unrealistic but what choice did you have? You had to at least try.

 You put your right hand on the wall, just like Spencer had said back in October, and take a final deep breath. You stepped into the maze, ready to begin your next task, one that you hoped was both your last one and not. Last, if it meant your team finding you. Not your last, if your team didn’t find you and you needed to survive.

 You kept your right hand on the wall as you travelled through the maze, the concrete scrapping at the delicate pads of your fingers. It wasn’t a painful feeling, but it was slightly uncomfortable. You ignored it, concentrating on keeping a level head as you walked through the maze.

 You had been close to death. You had barely found the key in time before the timer had run out. You had thought you were going to die for sure, that you would fail the task and the unsub would appear and kill you.

 You could have died and you would have never had seen your friends or family again. No more well-meaning lectures from your parents. No more worrying about how your younger sibling was fairing at college. You wouldn’t have Penelope dragging you shoe shopping again, and Emily wouldn’t be able try and convince you to have a drink with the team. Hotch wouldn’t stand behind you during interrogation sin a silent display of support, and there would be no more dinner parties or personal conversations with Rossi. Derek wouldn’t tease you about your ‘twin telepathy’ with Spencer.

 And, oh, Spencer. You’d miss out on so much, you had so many plans. You were going to take him to a concert your favourite band was holding. In return, he was planning on taking you to a lecture on molecular physics. You wouldn’t be able to bounce ideas off each other again, he wouldn’t be able to supply the words you couldn’t quite grasp when trying to describe something.

 No, stop it. You were going to be okay. You had made it this far. As long as you followed Spencer’s directions and kept right, you would make it out of the maze. You were not going to let some unsub beat you.

 You had went up against unsubs before. Everyday of your career was full of them and you hadn’t lost yet. You were not going to lose this time. You had been there to help stop Tobias Hankel, Mason Turner, and Robert and Linda Reimann. If you could get through them, you could get through this.

 Your nose scrunched up as a rancid odour filled your senses. Your left hand lifts to cover your face as you choke on air, the smell turning your stomach. The smell is strong and sharp, and almost seems to burn your nose.

 And its coming from your right.

 You have no choice, you have to follow it around, you can’t detour from your path or you’ll never make it out of the maze.

 You turn the corner.

 There, on the floor, is a large stain. It’s a dark, rusted red. Smeared across the floor, as if someone had half-assed trying to clean it us, the blood was easily identifiable. Someone had died here. It could only have been the second victim or the fourth. However, the second victim refused to participate and the fourth completed it… maybe the second victim refused to continue and was then killed? Or did the unsub have more victims he didn’t advertise?

 You stepped over the blood stain and continued on.

 From the stain, you know that the method of death wasn’t pleasant. You knew the unsub killed his victims by stabbing them but with the large stain on the floor, you knew it would be overkill. That means it would be painful but hopefully quick. If you were going to die a painful death, you hoped it would be over quickly.

 You turned right again and ahead of you; you could see a door with a LED display above it reads;

 Seven minutes and eleven seconds.

 You had made it. You were about to finish the maze, the second task. You breathed a sigh of relief, rushing for the door and twisting the handle, pushing it open and stepping inside.

 -

 Spencer stood with team as they delivered the profile of the unsub who had taken Y/N. He stood at the back, arms folded across his chest and remained uncharacteristically quiet as the other members spoke.

 “The unsub we’re looking for will be a white male in his thirties.”

“He is probably a man who is of average height and build, and is able to appear unassuming and non-threatening.”

“He most likely works in a profession relating to science in some way. Perhaps as a chemist, a schoolteacher even.”

“He’ll live in the north west Washington area and will be single with no children.”

“His interactions with women would be awkward, perhaps limited. He stabs his victims to get sexual release that he can’t get any other way.”

“He’ll probably drive a hatchback or sedan, nothing that would stand out, nothing flashy.”

 Spencer didn’t know how this profile would help. They currently had no witnesses, no suspects. There were multiple men in Washington who would fit the profile. They’d solved cases like this before but now it was personal, and Spencer couldn’t see the light here.

 Derek’s phone rang he quickly answered it, putting it on speaker. “Talk to me, baby girl.”

“Okay, I got a hit off the car and the partial plate. I’ve followed it back to two separate cars, with single differences in their plates” Garcia informs them. “Lewis Rakers and Bailey Peterson.” “Rossi, Prentiss, you go to Rakers. Morgan and I will go to Peterson’s” Hotch orders. “Garcia send the addresses to our cells and I want a full background check on both of them.”

“Yes, sir” she hung up.

Hotch turned to Spencer, “Go over all of the victim’s schedules again and see if their paths crossed in anyway, make sure we didn’t miss anything.”

 Spencer knew they hadn’t missed anything, that Hotch was just trying to give him something to do because he refused to let Spencer into the field. He nodded anyway, moving back to the room which held the case files while Hotch instructed JJ to visit the ME to find out more about the newest body found, that of Lydia Webb.

 -

 Lewis Raker opened the door to his basement, his arms full of washing as he climbed down the stairs. He shoved the dirty laundry into the washing machine, adding the detergent before pressing it on. He sighed as he looked around the messy basement, he’d have to clean it up soon. A knock sounded from upstairs and he left the basement, closing the door behind him as he went to the front door.

 -

 Bailey Peterson put away the final item, looking around his basement. Once a mess, he had managed to tidy it up in less than an hour. It had involved moving some items, picking up rubbish off the floor but it was done now. The bell for his front door sounded and Bailey quickly hurried to answer it, pulling the door shut behind him.

 -

 David Rossi and Emily Prentiss climbed back into their car. Lewis Raker had answered their questions without hesitation. He had, however, denied them entrance into his home. It was a one storey property, made with grey bricks and had a wooden porch. Thirty minutes outside of Washington, it was in a quiet area with limited neighbours.

 “Do you think its him?” Prentiss asked, not looking away from the house.

“I don’t know, but its strange that he won’t let us inside” Rossi comments, eyes narrowed as he eyed the house with equal scepticism. “Call Hotch, see how he’s getting on.”

Emily pulled out her phone, dialling Hotch’s number and putting it on speaker.

 -

 Aaron Hotchner and Derek Morgan walked away from the Peterson residence. A two-storey building made of bricks, it was an eye catcher in the neighbour-less area of north west Washington. They climbed back into their car, not bothering with their seatbelts as they stared at the building in front of them.

 Hotch’s phone rang and he pulled it out of his suit pocket. “Hotchner.” “Hey, we just got done with Raker. He gave nothing away and wouldn’t let us into the house without a warrant” Emily informed him.

“We just had the same interaction with Peterson” Hotch confirmed. “I’ll patch in Garcia and see if she’s found anything.”

 Putting the phone on speaker, Hotch dialled Garcia’s number and added her to the call. She answered the call on the second ring, greeting the team with her usual quippy comment before jumping straight into giving them the information they needed.

 “Okay, only one of our duo matches the profile. He’s not a chemist or science teacher, but his dad was. He works as a janitor at a local high school though, so he could get access to the ingredients to make the chloroform. No wife, girlfriend, boyfriend or anything that can be seen. I also went over CCTV of the areas where the victims went missing and it took a while, but I found the car in every camera. Sometimes the times aren’t exact, but its within half-hour either way.”

 “Who is it Garcia?” Hotch demanded.

Garcia took a deep inhale of breath before she told them the name.

 -

 You were in a new room. It was tiny, if you were to reach your arms out in either direction, you’d be touching the wall. Ahead of you is a door, an alphabetical keypad beside it. Above the keypad is a laminated piece of paper and a timer counting down from three minutes.

 The laminated paper held a riddle and you stepped closer to read it.

 ‘I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?’

 You know the answer to this riddle. You, Spencer and Penelope had a game you would play with each other. You would tell each other riddles, hoping the others wouldn’t know the answer. It was a playful game, something to occupy the downtime when you didn’t have a case. This had been Penelope’s first riddle and she had been annoyed when Spencer had guessed the answer correctly before she had even finished telling it.

 ‘Echo’ you typed into the keypad.

 The door slid open and you stepped through. The new room is exactly the same as the first, the timer reset to read three minutes and it was already counting down. You turned to the riddle.

 ‘I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?’

 This was a riddle you had given to Penelope and Spencer. You had spent ages on Google looking for the perfect riddle before finding this one. You had been proud because Spencer hadn’t been able to answer the riddle straight away. It hadn’t taken him long, only a few minutes, but you still counted it as a victory.

 ‘Map’ you typed into the keypad.

 The door in front of you slid open and you stepped through again. Its exactly the same as the first two and you groan. Riddles were fun but under pressure, you already knew you were going to struggle.

 ‘How can the number four be half of five?’

 This one stumps you. You’re not the best at maths and would admit to that any day. This was not a riddle which was made for you. While you struggled with large sums off the top of your head, you knew that half of five was two-point-five. The math was impossible. Maybe it doesn’t mean the literally number though. The numbers are written as words, maybe that was a clue. It could be ‘fi’ or ‘ve’ or…

 Roman numerals. They used letters, didn’t they? You hated Roman numerals, they were stupid and confusing, not following a logical order which you hated. What was the answer? IIII or IV… wait, IV. Those are two letters which are in five. You couldn’t be certain that they were the Roman numerical version of four, but you were running out of time.

 ‘IV’ you input into the keyboard.

 You hold your breath but then the next door slides open and you walk through. There’s another riddle.

 ‘Find the next three parts of the sequence…. OTTFFS’

 What? You didn’t understand. What was the sequence? It made no sense, there was no method to the layout of the letters. What could they mean? You didn’t even know what the letters could stand for.

 You would have to guess because you had no way of knowing. You looked at the timer, thirty seconds. What were you going to put? You bit your bottom lip and reached for the keypad.

 “SOO” you typed.

 The timer reached zero and the door remained closed. You held your breath, turning around in your spot. The lights went out and you were left in the dark. 

A/N: What’s the answer to the riddle? And, who is the kidnapper/killer?

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[bericas]

oooh i wanna ask about every single one of your fics, but i'll go with.... scoyd rights, history doesn't repeat itself but it often rhymes and untitled doc #13, please 🥰

scoyd rights

this one is actually just me having fun. it's sent in a VERY au 404 in which i said what if everyone was in s4 and i made whoever i want kiss in brief cameos. the list also includes erica/stiles, allison/cora, and isaac/malia. i am Pondering lydia/kira but i have not committed to it yet. i had fun though!

here's a lil snippet for fun:

... because Scott had bitten a kid and would’ve died. Because the kid had been falling off of a roof. Because Scott had done the right thing and it had still been the wrong thing.

Because Boyd had held Scott that night. Because Boyd is holding Scott’s hand right now. Because Isaac is helping Malia through her first shift in the basement so they have to get Liam into the boat house. Because trouble will always follow the True Alpha and Boyd will always follow his boyfriend.

history doesn't repeat itself (but it often rhymes)

this entire doc is actually just the caption to this with some... vague intentions of what else i wanna do with it? essentially i want there to be a kind of Cohabitation theme here because it's allison/cora, and then i'm debating how i wanna pair up the rest of the betas, with it ultimately still culminating with erica and boyd running away

untitled doc #13

THIS ONE is a girl band au from like... 2018 but that feels way too recent to be correct. like i had to have transferred it from wordpad or something bc i used to write everything in wordpad <3 the premise was essentially malia, erica, lydia, and allison in a band, cora as a solo artist that was in a pr relationship with lydia, with boyd and isaac as the band's bodyguard and braeden as cora's bodyguard (who is also dating cora's weird sulky brother derek). kira was the band's manager and paige was cora's.

scott i think was just allison's friend from hs but he Was gonna be there, and heather was also there as erica's ex? and also they're both friends with stiles? and erica and stiles i think had a Bad Breakup? but also i think i was gonna have him dating danny?

it was gonna be scott/erica, allison/boyd, lydia/cora, kira/isaac/malia, stiles/danny obviously, and also liam and mason were gonna be there and kiss bc i like them

also i feel like these are controversial so i'm gonna share who did what in the band: erica is the drummer, malia is the singer, lydia is the guitarist, and allison is the bassist

it was also gonna be a mess bc i was definitely a child writing this BUT! it was fun!

here's a snippet for fun:

“Well I, for one, think we should just kick ‘em in the teeth. You know? Just - just a good one! Once! Don’t give me that look! Just a nice solid - “

“No, Isaac.” Boyd says, flat. Isaac throws his hands in the air.

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea.” Malia offers. Isaac grins and points at her as though Malia agreeing with him helps his point at all.

“It’s a bad idea.” Allison says it point blank, too, but Erica knows her well enough to know she’s smiling, if only just a little.

Boyd raises his eyebrows, unimpressed. “Didn’t I have to bodily stop you from choking some guy out at your last gig? Bodily? With my body?”

“I know what bodily means.” Allison crosses her arms, indignant.

send me this maybe!

[sparkandwolf]

Who’s Stiles?

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale Rating: General Summary: Episode: s06e01 Memory Lost

“You’re telling me that Stiles hasn’t been running headfirst into danger since this Alex kid was found?” Scott tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows. Derek mimicked his pose. “What?”

“Who’s Stiles?”

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“Thanks for coming back, Derek. I just think we’re in over our heads with this one,” Scott started, kicking some loose gravel in the parking lot of the high school. 

“I told you when I left that I was only a phone call away. Stiles took that a little more seriously than you did, but…” Derek trailed off. Stiles had called him nearly every night to tell them of all the adventures he had missed in Beacon Hills. He didn’t realize how much he had waited for his phone to rung until he didn’t get his usual call the night before. When Scott had called him bright and early the following morning, Derek’s heart had sunk and he prepared himself for the worst news. While the Wild Hunt wasn’t the best news, he knew the pack could figure out how to defeat anything. 

“I shouldn’t have left Alex alone. It was my fault he was taken and--” Derek cut him off with a hand on his shoulder, squeezing gently to urge Scott to look up at him. 

“Hey, if this is what you think it is, we may all be in over our heads. Now, where’s the rest of the pack? Don’t you all follow each other around like lost puppies?” Derek teased. Scott gaped up at him as if he couldn’t believe that a semblance of a joke left Derek’s lips. Derek had felt himself changing with a break from Beacon Hills and it was nice to see someone else notice. 

“Malia and Lydia were trying to follow one of Lydia’s feelings. Liam, Mason, and Hayden are probably getting into trouble, you know how kids can get.” Scott waved them off and Derek raised an accusatory eyebrow at Scott. “Hey, we weren’t that bad!” Scott defended. Derek crossed his arms over his chest and laughed. 

“You’re telling me that Stiles hasn’t been running headfirst into danger since this Alex kid was found?” Scott tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows. Derek mimicked his pose. “What?”

read the rest on ao3 or under the cut

“Who’s Stiles?” Scott asked and Derek didn’t have the time to question as Scott’s phone was ringing in his pocket. “Hold on,” Scott said, answering his phone. Derek heard Stiles’ familiar voice but it wasn’t enough to quell his panic. “Hey--” Scott said slowly, shrugging at Derek as he held up one finger and put the phone on speaker. 

“Scott, Scott, where are you? Where are you right now?” Stiles yelled. He sounded out of breath like he was running from something or someone and Derek had never hated a sound more. Scott’s quizzical face glanced up at him again and Derek resisted the urge to scream. 

“Who is this?” Derek grabbed the phone before Scott could say anything else and held it up to his ear. 

“Stiles, Stiles, are you there?” There was silence, the only sound to be heard was the shuddering and hollow breaths he recognized as Stiles’. “Stiles! Pick up the phone!” Derek yelled into the speaker, hoping his voice was loud enough that Stiles would listen. Just one time, he wanted Stiles to listen to him. He heard rustling and let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. 

“D-Derek? Derek, is that you?” Stiles asked, his voice weak and timid. Derek’s heart panged in his chest. 

“Yeah, it’s me, Stiles. I’m with Scott in the parking lot at the front of the school. Where are you? I’ll come to you,” Derek said. He barely noticed the sun falling behind Scott’s shoulder. 

“I’m inside the school, but Derek, I can hear them. They’re coming,” Stiles whispered, his voice eerily calm. Derek heard the shakiness of Stiles’ breath and new he was trying to mask his fear.

“Stay where you are, okay? Stay where you are and I’ll find you!” Derek said into the phone as he pushed through the bundle of students, teachers, and officers crowding the entry. 

“Son, you can’t go in there!” He knew it was the Sheriff the second he heard the name and froze, turning to him. 

“It’s Stiles, he’s in trouble, I have to--”

“Calm down, kid. There’s no one left in the building.” Before Derek could argue, the Sheriff grabbed onto his arm. “Is Stiles a student here?” He asked and Derek pulled his arm from the Sheriff’s grasp and kept running. He maneuvered expertly through the hallways, following the scent that was uniquely Stiles, but it was drifting every second. 

“Stiles, Stiles!” He yelled into the phone but only the dial tone echoed through the speaker. He swore, crushing the phone in his hand and letting it fall to the floor with a crash. He pushed open the back doors and relief flooded through him when he saw Stiles standing alone out in the open. 

“Derek, go back inside! They can’t get you if you don’t see them!” Derek surged forward, sprinting to Stiles’ and pulling him into his arms. Stiles was shaking, his eyes darting every which way and Derek saw nothing. 

“Where are they? Stiles, I can’t help you if I can’t see them!” Derek said, his voice filled with frustration. Stiles was grasping at his arm, close to where the Sheriff had touched him earlier, and it shot chills through Derek’s body. 

“They’re coming for me, Derek. You have to get out of here,” Stiles begged, the hand on his arm pushing him away instead of pulling him closer. Derek turned and held Stiles’ face in his hands, his eyes flashing gold in warning. 

“I’m not going anywhere, idiot,” Derek said. Stiles choked out a laugh and jumped from fear which Derek attributed to what he couldn’t see. “Use that big brain of yours, Stiles, and think us out of this,” Derek urged as he turned back around, his hand staying on Stiles’ waist as he tried to use his body to protect Stiles’ from something invisible. He would do whatever it took to save him. 

“Jeep, my jeep. It’s gotta be faster than the horses,” Stiles said to himself. Derek turned again and raised an eyebrow. 

“Horses?” Stiles shot him an ‘are you kidding me’ look and reached for Derek’s hand before pulling him toward the back parking lot. 

“There’s too many for you to fight.” Derek didn’t like the defeated tone in Stiles’ voice and held his hand that much tighter. “Don’t wolf out on what you can’t see, okay? Get in!” Stiles yelled, pushing Derek to the passenger’s side of the jeep. They got in together and Stiles pulled out his keys. 

As he fumbled with them, Derek could hear his heart racing and smell the fear wafting off of him. “Stiles, you have to--” Stiles stopped and Derek’s heart stopped with him. He looked up, his eyes roaming the surroundings as his breathing slowed with each dart of his vision. 

“What are you doing? You have to drive!” Derek yelled, slamming his hand on the dashboard and staring at Stiles with wide eyes. He heard the click of the key exiting the ignition and held his breath. 

“There’s no time,” Stiles whispered, turning toward Derek and holding out a hand to cup his face gently. “You know what’s happening,” Stiles said, barely a question in his voice. Derek nodded and leaned into Stiles’ touch, letting his own hand press over Stiles’. 

“It’s not going to, not if you go,” Derek pleaded, reaching his hand out to grab at Stiles’ shirt. He always hated the t-shirts Stiles wore; always flowing behind him and easy for enemies to grab onto and catch him. But the boy was too stupid, too prideful to think about changing something so small for his safety. Derek didn’t want him to change. 

“It is, Derek. You’re going to forget me, just like you saw Scott and-- and my dad do,” Stiles gulped and licked his lips, a motion Derek had memorized and could never forget. 

“I’ll remember, I can’t-- I won’t--” Stiles leaned forward, resting his forehead against Derek’s as they breathed each other in. Derek wouldn’t forget his scent; the oil that filled the jeep Stiles loved so much, the deep forest scented cologne his father had bought him on his 16th birthday to impress the ladies of Beacon Hills. 

“You will, but you-- Derek, you have to find some way to remember me, okay?” Derek nodded, pressing forward and inhaling the nerves, the fear, the aroma that made up Stiles’ entire being. He couldn’t forget that. He wouldn’t let himself. 

“Stiles--” Derek choked out, his hand gripping tighter at Stiles’ shirt as he pulled his head away from his neck to meet his eyes again. How could he forget Stiles’ eyes; the way they shined when the light hit them right, the way they always teased Derek with every blink, the thick eyelashes that covered them a breeze on his face every time Stiles tossed him a wink. 

“We didn’t let ourselves have a lot of memories, I know that, and I regret that more than I thought I would, but-- Remember me saving your life in the pool, holding us up for hours while we both pretended to have selfish reasons for it,” Stiles said, closing his eyes like he was trying to lose himself in his own memories. “All the time we spent in these exact seats, you bleeding out or injuring me for making light of the ridiculous situations we always seemed to get ourselves in,” Stiles joked, gesturing around the car. 

Derek growled low in his chest and brought Stiles’ hands back to his face. “I’ll remember every single phone call from when I was gone, every time your touch brought me-- brought me back from the darkest parts of me,” Derek agreed, nodding his head as Stiles placed a soft kiss to his forehead. 

“Remember all the walls you’ve pushed me up against for absolutely no reason and every time you--” Stiles choked on unshed tears and wiped his thumbs under Derek’s eyes to catch the ones Derek didn’t realize had been falling. “Every time you believed in me. I knocked you out of a love spell and punched you awake on too many occasions to count, okay?” Stiles nodded as if he was hoping Derek remembered those memories. Derek couldn’t believe Stiles thought he could forget. 

“Stiles, I--” Stiles shook his head and swiped a thumb over Derek’s lips to stop him from speaking. Derek stayed silent because it was all that he could do. 

“Remember every time you saved my life. I can never forget those times, Derek. I didn’t deserve saving half of them but you still saved me.” You saved me, too, Derek thought, “and I can only hope you’ll save me again,” Stiles laughed but truth shined in his voice. The small smile on his face faltered for a moment as his gaze wandered back out the window. 

“I’ll remember-- I’ll--” Derek promised, shaking his head as he kept his eyes on Stiles, scared to look away if even for a moment. 

“Derek, Reme--” Stiles stuttered, his throat catching again as Stiles’ scent began to drift away. Derek shook his head quickly, inhaling as deep as he could as he grabbed onto Stiles’ wrists and held them tightly. “Remember that I love you,” Stiles whispered. Derek could only watch as Stiles was pulled backward, the touch of his hands a ghost on Derek’s skin. 

Derek looked down with tears clouding his vision at his hands, trembling and white from the tight grip he had on-- on-- 

Stiles. 

Stiles was gone. 

Who--

Who’s Stiles?

[imagineseclipse]

Stiles Stilinski x Reader- Don’t Move

Part 1 Part 3

You wished that you had just stayed in the comfort of Stiles’ room like he had just told you to, if only it was that simple. As soon as he’d left the room to urgently call Scott you had stood up from your seat on the end of his bed. Glancing around his room at the photo’s on his wall, his notes that were scattered around on the floor peaked your interest.

You slowly bent down, picking a crumpled piece of paper up off the floor. Your eyes scanned over the notes, reading about something called the ‘Kanima’. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you turned over the paper Jackson’s name immediately popping out to you.Your hands reached up to rub your temples, not being able to understand anything Stiles had written, this was way out of your depth.

Something out of the corner of your eye had made your heart stop as you slowly approached Stiles’ window, noticing the black figure stood across the street watching Stiles’ house. Your chest started to rise and fall quicker.

It was the person, the thing that had been following you. It had found you. For a moment you could see it looking directly into his bedroom window, directly at you.

However seconds later, its attention turned somewhere else. You could tell that it’s eyes were now trained on Stiles down on the floor below you because it’s head was turned at an angle and you could hear Stiles’ muffled pleads to Scott from where you were stood shaking.

Your eyes widened when you caught a glimpse of the figure moving towards the house. In that moment all that you could think about was Stiles’ safety. This thing was after you, not Stiles so if he wanted you then that’s what you were going to give him. You couldn’t stand to watch Stiles get hurt because of you.

“N-no!”You shouted out, watching intently as the figure crept towards the house. You fumbled around with the locks on Stiles’ window, opening it quickly. You’d have to lead it away from him. From Stiles.

Luckily there was a tree just outside his bedroom that you could climb onto, before the unknown stalker could reach the front door you jumped from the branches, landing with a bone crunching thud on the muddy ground.

“H-hey, over here”you called out angrily. The figure stopped advancing towards the Stilinski house and your breath could be seen in the cold winter air as you exhaled raplidly. Finally you had gotten its attention, however at this point you were frozen to the spot with fear, your legs still sprawled out on the grass in front of you as a pain shot up your thigh.

You mustered up the energy to lift yourself from the ground, sprinting in the opposite direction of the house as the thing followed you close behind. Meanwhile Stiles had heard the commotion up in his room, he immediately dropped his phone to the ground not caring that he was still on the line with Scott.

He threw his bedroom door open, his worst fears playing out in front of him when he saw that you weren’t there, his bedroom window wide open as the wind blew in cold winter air scattering his notes everywhere. He started to panic after finding your phone laying on his bed where you had been sat minutes earlier.

Stiles gulped, rummaging through his draws for the keys to his jeep, not forgetting to pick up one of his hoodies as he clumsily stumbled out of his room, almost falling down his stairs towards his phone that was still on the floor, Scott’s voice buzzing with worry on the other end.

“Scott, I don’t care what you’re doing right now, you need to get your ass on your bike I need your help”Stiles demanded as he ran out of his house, slamming the door behind him.

“Stiles, what’s going on?”Scott questioned his voice riddling with anxiety.

“I’ll explain when you get here, just bring everyone, bring the pack, bring your dad j-just bring everyone you know”Scott listened to Stiles’ voice crack and the alpha sprung into action. Not doubting for even a second that this wasn’t important.

-

“So you’re telling me that y/n, your y/n is a banshee, the same y/n that you have been in love with f-

“Yes Scott, my y/n”Stiles’ leg bobbed about underneath his steering wheel impatiently as they scanned the streets of Beacon Hills for you. Lydia’s head poked out from the back seat, a frown on her face.

“If she’s just been turnt then she’s going through hell right now, the poor thing must be so confused and lost I know I was”she shook her head sympathetically.

“Not helping Lyd”Stiles’ sore eyes flickered up, glancing at Lydia in the mirror.

The whole pack was out looking for you, Stiles had his father and half the Sheriff’s office scouting around. Even Derek and Peter had been summoned from their loft to join the search party.

Stiles knew that he was desperate because he’d even recruited Theo Raeken to hunt you down. Supervised of course.

With every passing second Stiles grew more upset and angry. Scared that someone had taken you.

“She was attacked okay, at some dumb party that she never should have gone to, her friends are so stupid for taking her there and I just wish-

-you wish you’d told her that you loved her sooner”Scott nodded regretfully, remembering the pain he’d went through when Allison had passed away.

Stiles bit the inside of his lip as they passed by the Beacon Hills preserve, that by this point was dark and gloomy. Lydia’s head appeared in between the two boys again, her voice booming throughout the jeep.

“Stop the jeep, I feel something, I think she’s in there”Lydia jumped out of the backseat as Stiles slammed his breaks down.

Scott’s eyes glowed a deep red, his eyebrows knitting together as he sniffed the air.

“Scott what is it?!”Stiles rushed to his best friends side.

“I think there’s another Alpha here, possibly one that attacked y/n”Scott’s claws appearing from the sleeves of his leather jacket.

“But if she didn’t turn into a werewolf and she’s not a beta, what does it want with her?”Liam piped up from beside Lydia, arriving just on time alongside Mason and Hayden.

“Well it has no use for her so-

“It’s going to kill her”Stiles tried to speak but the lump in his throat caused his voice to break spinning on his heel running deep into the woods, his friends close behind.

-

You clutched your chest as you continued to sprint through the foggy woodland, not stopping for even a second. Scared that whoever was following you was close behind. When you could feel your lungs start to burst you rested your hand against a large tree bending down carefully so that you could catch your breath.

A twig snapping close by caused you to stop breathing all together, positioning yourself so that your back was hidden by the tree stump. Your vision became blurry and you suddenly felt lightheaded, your mind was clouded with all of these visions and noises. It was making it impossible for you to concentrate on keeping yourself safe.

Just as you were about to make another run for it a pair of hands clamped onto your shoulders, throwing you to the ground violently. The fall had literally knocked the air out of your lungs and you chest started to rattle as you began to cry uncontrollably. The black figure looming above you ready to attack you again.

Your mouth fell open with horror as the figure in front of you started to contort in ways you didn’t know the human body could, it’s bones cracking out of place as it grew taller and stronger, growling as those big red eyes stared into yours.

It’s claws wrapped around your throat, lifting you from the ground squeezing your windpipe. The sounds of your choking and wheezing could be heard as black spots started to fill your vision.

The moonlight shone on this beastly creature as you took what you presumed to be your last breaths, this familiar fizzing feeling conjuring up in your stomach and your lungs to the point where you couldn’t take it anymore.

Before you lost consciousness your mouth opened, letting out a long ear peircing scream that could be heard from where Sheriff Stilinski was stood on the other side of Beacon Hills.

Stiles’ head snapped towards the direction of your scream, without hesitating he sped towards the noise not caring about the fact that the pitch of your voice could kill him.

The pack ran alongside him, Lydia knowing exactly where to go, her being a fellow banshee was very convenient in this situation. Stiles’ heart sank when he caught sight of your lifeless body laying on the ground. Alone.

He sped towards you, skidding to the ground next to your body. Stiles lifted you onto his lap, noticing that there was blood coming from your ears and your nose, your lips were tainted blue.

Stiles pulled out the spare hoodie he had brought for you, wrapping you in it as your skin grew colder and colder.

“Y/n, I need you to wake up, I n-need you to open your eyes, s-show me your eyes, please wake up for me let me help you, you asked for my help and I’m here, I’m here for you j-just please wake up...I-I love you”Stiles sobbed as he cradled your lifeless body.

The pack stood around you, falling silent as Scott noticed the trail of blood leading away from you. You had injured the alpha gravely with your set of lungs, it hadn’t realised how much power it had given you the night it attacked you.

“Liam, call Malia, Derek and Peter. Tell them to get here as soon as possible we have an alpha we need to find”Scott ordered his young beta.

“Stiles, we need to take y/n to a hospital, or deaton”Lydia kneeled down next to the two of you, holding your hand gently. She jumped back slightly surprised at how cold you had gotten.

“Stiles”Lydia pressed as she squeezed his shoulder. You lay with your back against his warm chest, his arms wrapped around you protectively like a warm blanket.

He snapped out of his daze, tucking his hoodie tightly around you as he lifted you from the ground.

“Is she going to die, I mean surely you can tell if another banshee is about to die?”Stiles’ voice was quiet and it was obvious he was still in a state of shock as he jogged alongside Lydia towards his jeep.

Lydia pressed her lips into a firm line as she jumped into the drivers seat, Stiles climbing into the back carefully still holding you close to his body.

“I-I can’t tell, I don’t know why I’m so sorry”she replied guiltily, throwing the keys in the ignition.

A/N:there will be a part 3 dont worry❤️

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Sterek and #3 things you said too quietly please and thank you 😊

#3. Things you said too quietly

The first few weeks after Stiles is turned are unnervingly easy. Derek anticipates a tide of rough full moons, blood-lust and base instincts, but these growing pains ebb almost immediately, and a beta more even keeled than any of his others breaks the surface. It’s as though Stiles has taken every manic impulse and focused them entirely on self-control. He’s insistent, brave, loyal and smart, qualities he always possessed now amplified, turned up to maximum volume and calling to Derek like a serenade outside his bedroom window. He tracks Stiles’ movements with his eyes, his ears. And it’s because of this close monitoring that he notices the deafening silences before anyone else catches on.

Human Stiles is a cacophony, a wave of noise smacking you in the face, dragging you under. He’s butchered song lyrics and inharmonious humming, he’s drumming fingers and tapping toes. Werewolf Stiles is contemplative stares and controlled intensity, head cocked, listening for answers to questions he hasn’t asked. There’s a swelling of pride in Derek’s chest when he looks at Stiles, and a jolt of wild unease. Something is unnervingly familiar about his behavior, but every time he tries to pin it down, it slips through his fingers. After all these years, Derek is fluent in Human Stiles, can translate every flail and facial tic with authority, but Werewolf Stiles breaks his confidence. His silences communicate at a decibel too low for Derek to comprehend. They quietly suggest a lacunae, slyly offer him teasing glimpses of things he can’t comprehend.

The only thing loud about Stiles these days is his thundering heart.

“Has becoming a werewolf finally shut you up?” The words are spoken as a joke, but not a joke at all. Stiles spreads his hands in response, a gesture of…what? Defeat? Concession? Repudiation?

It’s like the Nogitsune all over again, something just below the surface darkly thrashing, only this time around Stiles is the epitome of perfect physical health. Gone is the sickly pallor and bruised, gaunt eyes, replaced with hardy muscle, lupine grace and a blushing glow. He is palpably the same man, the planes of his face intensely familiar and as eye catching as always, but something is off enough to set alarm bells shrieking inside Derek’s skull.

So he follows Stiles, a regression to the early days when he camped out in the woods alongside the high school lacrosse fields or behind Stiles’ bedroom door. This time he leaps to Stiles’ rooftop, lingering above his cracked bedroom window, listening for signs of life within. He hears shallow breathing, then Stiles’ amused tone. “Just come in, Derek. I know you’re there.” And pride rears up again, sinking sharp claws into his heart. It would have taken the other betas hours to notice he was there.

He swings down, sliding the window open and leaving it at half-mast behind him, allowing the world outside to filter in. A lone bee travels the overgrown lilac bushes two feet below the windowsill, wings humming at a low frequency. In the woods behind the house a fox takes down a rabbit with a choked-off scream, and car tires continuously buzz down the highway a few miles away.

Inside the room, Stiles is sitting on the carpeted floor, an unopened glass mason jar laying next to him, half eclipsed by the baby-blue dust ruffle of the bed. These days Derek is a pendulum, swinging wildly from culpability and guilt to gratification and relief each time he sees the flash of golden-yellow, always so similar to Stiles’ whisky-brown irises. Does he hate me because I turned him? He’s alive, that’s all that matters.

“What’s wrong, Stiles?” Derek is not a natural sounding board. It’s one—of the many—ways in which he falls short of his mother and Laura. When people talked to them, they listened, the kind of committed listening that produces a sense of catharsis. Derek chafes against that form of therapy; he’d rather act, find a remedy. But for Stiles, he will be a confidante. He will do whatever needs to be done, and he always will.

Stiles sighs. “I keep coming back to this.” He shakes the jar, jostling the contents—powdered, formless, but obviously significant. Derek sits cross-legged on the floor in front of Stiles, offers out his hand. Stiles places the cool, heavy glass in Derek’s outstretched palm, and when he holds it up to the light he sees the dark gray power is mountain ash.

“Peter was right, about me.” It takes Derek a few seconds to recognize Stiles is referring to Derek’s uncle. He’s not used to the name being spoken so plainly, without a mockingly offensive nickname or colorful obscenities attached.

“What did he say?”

“That I wanted this, to be a werewolf. That I wasn’t allowing myself to acknowledge it.”

“When did he tell you that? Where? Why?”

“When I was sixteen. In a parking garage. And why not? For once, he wasn’t lying.”

How has Derek gone so long without knowing about this conversation? For someone who wears his heart on his sleeve, Stiles is awfully good at smoke and mirrors. Derek racks his brain for why Stiles is looking at the mountain ash with a mixture of longing and dislike.

“Would you rather I…” Derek stops, clears his throat. “Do you wish I never turned you?” His entire body revolts against the thought of the burning flame being snuffed from Stiles’ eyes.

“No,” Stiles answers, heartbeat strong and steady. “I’m glad you did. It’s just…stupid.” He averts his eyes. “It’s childish and ungrateful. But when I laid a line of mountain ash I felt useful, I felt different, but in a good way. That magic, it was coming from inside me, my belief, my brain, which had always seemed like such a spastic failure.” He reaches over, plucks the jar from Derek’s fingers, holds it to his face and studies the contents that are now dangerous, a tool to be used against him. “This transformation has granted me a wealth of riches, and a painfully sharp deprivation.”

And now Derek finally recognizes it, the ghost that has been hovering at the corner of his eyesight, dispersing into mist when he looks too closely at Stiles: grief. Stiles feels like he now has everything, and nothing at all. It’s so obvious. How could he not have known? This whole time, he thought Stiles was speaking too quietly for him to hear, but he’s been screaming.

“I was born like this,” Derek reminds him. “It’s all I’ve ever known. I can’t ever hope to understand, but I’ll help you however I can. However you’ll let me.”

Stiles shoves the jar under the bed frame, out of sight. “May I?” he asks, eyelids lowered and shoulders braced for rejection, though Derek never would. He holds out his arms, and Stiles crawls into his lap, nudging Derek’s chin, running his nose along Derek’s neck and breathing deep. Stiles sighs, content. Satisfaction wells up again, at how tactile Stiles is, his fearless physical expressions of devotion and intimacy.

“It will get better. Things will get easier,” Derek consoles, sure that, together, there is nothing they can’t overcome.

“I know,” Stiles answers, breath hot and wet against Derek’s throat. “I can take care of myself, but knowing you’re here, your strength, your friendship…” Your love. The words aren’t spoken aloud, but they will be. Someday. “It helps. More than you could ever know.”

Outside these four walls the lone bee is joined by a few friends, working tirelessly to gather pollen to transform into sweetness. The fox shares her kill with her hungry growing cubs, and an endless parade of cars continue on their journeys to destinations unknown.

Time marches on, and so will they.

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Missing Pieces, part 2

Welcome back. When last you were here, I almost barfed on the turkey. Onward.

About two weeks passed from our dinner with the seasonal Court leaders and the Harvest Festival, where we were told we could officially swear loyalty to any court we chose. My motley didn’t hang out too much during this time. The freehold managed to get each of us some one-bedroom apartments in a not-too-bad part of Albany and we were all interested in getting back to living a regular life. Some of us were also interested in seeking out our fetches, getting jobs, or learning more about the Courts. Few of us managed all of that.

Pam and I both managed to find jobs baking. I got work at an upscale bakery that specialized in overpriced cupcakes for gender reveal parties and other ridiculous things. Pam got a job baking in a kitchen. Both of us were happy with this – it let us do something we loved. Yova managed to make contact with some of her old friends and associates on the entertainment circuit and started the process of getting back into working as an accompanist and some lessons.

Bella, Yova, and Pam were all interested in seeking out information on their fetches. Bella did some Facebook stalking and learned that aside from a little concern after she first disappeared, her family seemed pretty happy with her fetch. It made her sad, but at least she knew they were doing all right. Pam was able to focus on a connection with her fetch and realized things weren’t going as smoothly as they could be, either with her kids or husband. She actually reached out to her fetch, sending her messages on Facebook and offering help with advice about her kids. The fetch tentatively responded and they began a correspondence. Yova, however, had the most surprising discovery of any of us. She tracked her fetch down to a sanatorium upstate and discovered that the pressure of being Yova caused her fetch to snap. Yova told me later she was tempted to just choke out her fetch in the cell, but managed to hold back because she knew it would be very bad if she killed her fetch and tried to take that crazy back into herself.

Of course, something I know we were all thinking about was which court, if any, to join. We all received some gifts and notes from the court leaders, at least any ones we made an impression on. Winter sent a fairly impersonal note to everybody. I don’t know what the others received, but Autumn sent me a lovely mason jar with some bagged cupcake mix inside. It was a very sweet thought, but I tossed the bagged mix and kept the jar. Bella visited with Spring and had a long chat with Duke Lamington, Mistress Lilly’s second-in-command. Day went to Summer and talked with them about their mission in keeping the freehold safe. I met up with Evain and he took me to Autumn’s lodge in the Hedge where the court kept a ton of records, books, and relics. I also got a chance to talk with Evain a bit and realized he wasn’t as bad as he first came across to my motley – he’d escaped from Arcadia about twelve years before us and found that his fetch had died while he was back. He was starting a new life, which was both good and bad: good because he could get a fresh start from having a criminal history before he left, but bad because he’d had a kid who he couldn’t get back in touch with.

Ultimately, Bella decided that she did want to join Spring’s revelry, Day wanted to take up arms with Summer on behalf of the freehold, and I committed to joining Autumn and trying to add to their knowledge and study. Pam, who’d been kind of keeping to herself since she got back, didn’t feel a need to join any court off the bat, which didn’t surprise me. Pam is definitely the type to avoid picking any court over another simply because she doesn’t want to cause hurt feelings. Much to my surprise, however, Yova also demurred on joining a court. She told me at one of our brunch sessions that she was having a very hard time deciding between Spring and Summer and that she didn’t want to make a decision she might later regret.

At any rate, the three of us who had decided to swear loyalty were told that the next major event where we could do so was the Harvest Festival, which was to be hosted by the Autumn Court as one of their major events of the season. We all (minus Pam, who had a shift she had to work) arrived at an apple orchard about twenty minutes outside the city that the court had rented out just for the freehold. It was a chilly but nice Sunday afternoon – we needed jackets because the wind was cold, but the sun was out and it there was one of those crystal-clear October skies. The leaves were gold and bright red and it felt like the epitome of autumn.

Once we arrived, most of us went our separate ways. Yova was single and looking to mingle. Before too long, she made the acquaintance of a flame Elemental named Susie from a neighboring freehold who was quite taken with Yova and they started talking very intently. Bella grabbed some cotton candy and joined Day, who was stuffing his face with funnel cake and pie and corn dogs and apple cider, and managed to sneak a couple bites off of his plate (risking her hand every time she did). As for me, I was mostly interested in checking out the fair as a whole, trying to see what my new court was doing and how it was getting put together.

And also trying to avoid molting. Yeah, molting. Embarrassing as it was, I was shedding feathers all over the place.

Evain introduced me to some of the other Autumn courtiers and I was standing around talking to them, when the trouble started. I can’t really explain it, but I had a feeling almost akin to what I felt back in Arcadia, when I was being made to serve Amberleigh’s needs. It was as if I was aware that I was being used for someone else’s pleasure, like my actions weren’t my own. Also, weirdly, I almost felt like I could see a giant can of Diet Coke next to me.

(Note from the author: Derek has a character merit called Trained Observer, of which he has the advanced form. This merit allows what’s called the 8-again rule on all observation and perception checks in Chronicles of Darkness games. 8s, 9s, and 10s are successes and he can re-roll any successes until the dice do not come up as successes. He rolled a whopping 11 successes on this particular roll, and our GM described that Derek suddenly and briefly became aware of himself as a character in a game.)

But that moment passed. And what I was also suddenly aware of was seeing a frazzled-looking teenager running through the stalls. What made him stand out was that he looked wholly human: as a changeling, you can see other changelings for how they really are, so you know another changeling instantly at a glance. This kid was definitely not a changeling. I managed to step out of the way just before he would have barreled into me and he yelled at me to watch myself. I asked him if something was wrong and he stammered out an obvious lie about looking for his dog. He asked what was going on with the festival and I made up a story about it being a last-minute benefit for sick kids. I told him we could let him know if anyone stumbled across a dog and he gave me his address. As he was leaving, I saw him picking up a few of the feathers I’d dropped and I mentioned him to Evain, who went off to grab security and yell at them for letting a human get in.

The next few hours, into the evening, went smoothly. It turns out the Autumn Court actually manages to throw a pretty decent shindig. Bella and Day ate their way through all the food stands, Yova and Susie shamelessly flirted over a few glasses of hard cider, and I got to sit through one of the lecture forums to get more of a feel for my court. Oh, shut up. It was a lot more interesting than it sounds. At any rate, we got brought into one of the tents for the formal swearing shortly after sunset. And that’s when the trouble really began.

The first thing we noticed was that The Dagda was drinking heavily from a jug of wine and pacing up and down through the tent, talking to a few Autumn Courtiers who all looked very uncomfortable. He spotted us and seemed to remember what we were there for, but didn’t give any inclination that we’d be going to actually do that. I piped up and asked, “Is everything all right, sir?” “No. No, it is not all right,” he said, draining the wine and letting out a belch. “There’s been a setback. Or not a setback. A hiccup. A hiccup sounds better, more neutral. We have to have a change of plans.” Seeing that none of us had any idea what he was talking about, he took in a breath and turned to face us. “Someone has broken into one of our displays and absconded with a Token that we retrieved from Arcadia. A crystal swan.” He turned and looked at me. “And I don’t want to say anything, but… we found these in the display.” And he didn’t even need to show me. I already knew what he was going to pull out of his pocket. White and black feathers. Goddammit.

Yova managed to get out, “Now, sir, you can’t honestly think that Derek would do something like that.” The Dagda grabbed another bottle of wine and started sucking it down before he said, “Of course I don’t want to think Derek would do something like that. So I’m willing to listen to any possible explanation.” I think he was a little surprised that I wasn’t more surprised or acting guilty. I was rubbing my forehead, trying to ward off the sudden headache I was feeling, and said, “I knew that kid was up to no good.” I told The Dagda and the rest of my motley about what I’d seen the kid doing and how I saw him picking up some of my feathers that I’d been molting. Day started snickering at that – he’d been mocking me ever since I started shedding feathers – and I gave him a look of death.

The Dagda nodded at that and said that this was a perfect opportunity to – pardon the expression – kill two birds with one stone. He told us to find the kid and get the Token back and if we were able to do that, we could arrange for another time for us to swear our loyalty to the courts and get our mantles. There wasn’t much else we could do other than agree to do our best to find the kid. “Good lad!” he told me and clapped me on the back, which sent feathers everywhere, then he tottered off. I turned to Yova, Bella, and Day and told them about the address I got from the kid. “It might not be anything, but it’s a start,” I said. We agreed to check it out and walked over to the junky pickup Yova’d managed to get her hands on. The three normal-sized ones of us got in the front seats and Day climbed into the back. And if there is anything that is more upstate New York than a big dude riding away from an apple orchard in the back of a pickup, I don’t know what it might be. Except voting for a presidential candidate completely against your self-interest.

It didn’t take long for us to get to the address I’d been given – it was barely ten minutes’ drive away. It looked like your average farmhouse, nothing special about it. We discussed our plan of attack. Yova took the alternator cap off and headed up to the front door, knocking and asking for help. While she did this, Bella blinked out of existence, slipping inside the house when the door opened. She told us that she’d scream bloody murder if there was trouble. She’s good at that.

The lady who answered the door was very tired-looking and told Yova that her husband could help Yova with fixing the car. Bella slipped up the stairs, looking around and seeing a bunch of news clippings for their local town. There were also two bedrooms upstairs, one that had the name “Charlie” on it and the other which had the name “Abigail.” Yova got the husband to lend her a wrench and she and Bella met Day and me back outside. Bella told us there was nothing to see, that the house was boring as fuck, but she did note that the clippings were about crimes in the local area. Yova did some Google Fu and realized that the daughter in this family, a nine-year old named Abigail Hepburn, had been missing for two days. Bella asked me for a description of the teenager I saw and when I gave it to her, she realized from some pictures she’d seen that it was Abigail’s brother Charlie.

We realized we needed to get back inside and Yova, thankfully, had a contract that allowed her to do just that. She brought the wrench back and walked right in like she owned the place, asking about Charlie. The man seemed to think she was one of his teachers at school and told her Charlie was downstairs, so Yova made her way down to a furnished basement and started talking to a very confused Charlie. She asked him about what he’d been doing and he told her about the “sketchy party” in the orchard, implying Yova might be one of them. She asked, “Do I look like I hang out with sketchy people?” “You kinda do,” he said. “In these shoes?” she asked. She ended up giving him her number and he mentioned that if she could help him find his sister, he might be willing to exchange a trinket for her time. Yova realized that he was definitely up to no good, but there wasn’t much else she could do other than head out and wait for him to contact us.

Yova dropped each of us off at our apartments. She later told me that she called Susie up, who was totally down to fornicate. I didn’t get many of the details out of her, but they definitely made sparks.

God, I hate myself.

As for me, I spent the evening doing what I did pretty much every night before bed. I made a makeshift bed for Paisley out of a shoe box and a t-shirt and had her sleep on the table next to my bed. Before we went to sleep, however, I would always write down some short messages on index cards and hold them up for her to look at. I wanted to tell Adrian how things were going, so I’d write a few notes down and have Paisley look at them. I still wasn’t sure if Adrian was able to see into the human world, but on the chance that he could, I wanted him to know that I was thinking of him and trying to figure out a way to get him out of Arcadia. That night, the cards I held up read “Went to Harvest Festival.” “Autumn Court lost a Token.” “We have to find it.” “Trying to talk to people who know about contracts.” “Hope things are good there. I miss you.”

The next morning was notably colder than the day before – there was frost on the ground and the windows were fogged. As much as I wanted to spend the morning in bed, my phone was constantly beeping. There were a ton of messages from Yova. “Thanks for GIVING me your number.” “Don’t you want to know about the trinket?” “;)” “:p” “You guys are soooooo slow.” I found out quickly that all of us – Yova included – got these messages from her. Charlie had clearly gotten into Yova’s phone somehow and was sending these messages out. He gave us an address in a strip mall on the outskirts of Albany where we could meet him.

We managed to touch base and (Yova a little more reluctantly than the rest of us) all met up at the strip mall where Charlie was waiting, looking smug as all get out. He told us that he wanted some incentive for us to help him find his sister. “Just tell us what you want,” I groused. “And make it quick,” Yova snapped. He straightened up and started looking more serious. He told us that Abigail had been wandering the Hedge and he wanted us to get her back. He wasn’t able to go himself and said he didn’t really care what happened to Abigail, but that he needed his mother to be happy again. Yova asked him what he was and he smiled grimly and said, “I’m something caught on this side that can’t go back. Fate has conspired for us to work together and you need to play our part as I’ve played mine.”

I asked where Abigail was last seen and he told us he’d take us to the trod. We piled into Yova’s pickup, with Charlie and Day in the back, and he directed us back out to near where he home was, eventually leading us to a little stream just off a trailhead. “So what if it’s too late?” Bella asked. Charlie shrugged and said, “I just want her back. I don’t care in what state. My parents need closure.” Yova straightened herself up to her full six and a half feet and started to ask him what if we were to simply bring the entire freehold down on him. But as she was doing this, she started to feel an immense amount of pressure, and she realized that something had happened – we were supernaturally bound to see this promise through to the end.

Without waiting for an answer, Yova marched back to her car, retrieved her rapier, and marched back. Day started forming a mud patty and, like he’d done in Arcadia, swallowed it before spitting it out over his arms to make his fists stony. I knew I wasn’t going to be a huge help in fighting, but figured I could at least make it harder for anyone to track us down. I asked if either Yova or Day could carry Bella and Day reluctantly let her climb on his back. I reached down and erased one of my footprints, then one of Yova’s and one of Day’s, spending some Glamour and ensuring we wouldn’t leave tracks. We bid an awkward and annoyed farewell to Charlie and stepped through the trod. The Hedge we emerged into was not like anything I’d seen before: it was a massive corn maze with scarecrows, a chill breeze, and dead leaves.

Yeah. He sent us into the goddamn cornfield. But it was good that he did that.

We had no idea what direction to head in and spent some time trying to get our bearings. It was Yova who first picked up on the fact that the wind was blowing in an unnatural way, seeming to gust at us from several directions at once. She started to think about wishing the world could make itself a little easier, and as she did that, the wind picked up again and one of the scarecrows turned in the wind, suddenly pointing in a direction. The leaves also started blowing in that direction. We figured this was about as good a sign as any we were going to get and started trekking along.

As we followed the leaves, we realized they were leading us away from certain things, dead ends, pits we might not have seen. After what felt like about an hour, we made it to the center of the corn maze, where we saw a gathering of little hobgoblins. And what were they doing, you ask? Having a tea party with Abigail Hepburn. This left us in a bit of a quandary. Obviously Abby wasn’t in any immediate danger, but that didn’t mean we could just leave her be and watch what was happening. We started quietly discussing what we should do. Day suggested beating them down. “And then we’d have to carry a screaming child back through the Hedge. Do you want to carry a screaming child back through the Hedge?” Yova asked him. “I’m already carrying a screaming child through the Hedge,” Day retorted. “HEY!” Bella yelled, which of course caught their attention. I swear, I have no idea how Bella became a Darkling.

We had to respond quickly and thankfully, Yova decided to practically float into their gathering, charming the absolute shit out of everybody. She plopped down next to Abby, who was completely smitten, and introduced herself. The goblins talked about Abby as their treasure, which Yova heartily agreed with. Thankfully, there are times where Yova being completely full of crap comes in handy. She spun a story that she’d traveled far and wide to swear fealty to Abby as Abby’s knight. She then swore an oath that she would make sure Abby was safe until Abby saw her home again. I was watching and managed to seal that promise remotely, hoping it would give us a leg up in getting Abby back home. Notary, away!

The hobgoblins weren’t terribly pleased about this and said that they were going to take Abby further into the Hedge for their clients. Yova noticed Abby squirming a bit and asked if she had to use the bathroom, which she did. She offered to escort Abby to take care of business and the head hobgoblin insisted on some female hobgoblins going along with them. Day, Bella, and I attempted to slip through the cornfield, with Bella activating her darkness to give us some cover. While Yova and the female hobgoblins were letting Abby have some privacy, Yova activated one of her contracts to make the hobgoblins afraid of the maze, then she comforted them, making them completely interested in helping her. They turned coat and agreed to go with her. She took them and Abby and started making her way back out of the hedge maze.

Of course nothing could ever go that smoothly and the other hobgoblins started following, realizing that something was up. Yova made a wrong turn and the hobgoblins ended up cornering her and Abby. Yova picked Abby up and whispered to her, “Keep your eyes shut.” She blazed her light at the hobgoblins, who fell back, shrieking, and then Yova ran like the dickens. We all booked it through the corn maze and managed to meet back up again at the entrance.

Abby was completely enchanted and wanted to know how Yova managed to do that. “Well, I made a deal with a unicorn,” Yova said. “Unicorns are real? They always make fun of me at school for liking unicorns,” Abby said. “Well, this was a special space unicorn,” Yova told her. And, because I am not a good person, I grinned and told Abby, “Yeah, all she had to do is put her hand around his horn and stroke it up and down really quickly, and then she got some magic sprayed all over her, especially her face. Isn’t that cool?” Abby looked delighted, and if looks could kill, Yova would have put me in the ground five times over with the glare she gave me.

There wasn’t any point in sticking around, so we hurried back through the trod and spotted Charlie. He was hanging out casually by the trod, but as soon as we came through, he straightened up and made his expression like the teenager we saw earlier. He yelled Abby’s name and she ran over to him, crying. While we watched, he made her swear not to talk about the things she saw to their mom, which we all had a pretty pissy expression about. He told us to take them home and promised he’d give us the Token then.

We brought them home and both Mr. and Mrs. Hepburn started crying when they saw Abby back safe and sound. Yova told them a story about being out driving and seeing Abby looking lost and scared near the woods. Mr. Hepburn couldn’t thank her enough, telling her that if they could ever do anything for her, to just let them know. Charlie slipped us the crystal swan and, before we got dragged into anything else, we skedaddled. 

And then Day suggested we go get waffles.

So that’s a good enough spot to stop for now. When next you join us, more shenanigans and misfires. Until then, may you never molt around a kleptomaniac.

[queenofmoons67]

The Truth Cannot Be Long Hidden

Summary: Agent McCall finally returns to Beacon Hills to find out the truth.

Note: This is the sixth fic in my series “The Strength of the Wolf is the Pack”. You do not have to have read the others to understand this, just know that: this is set after season five, but written before season six aired; Isaac, Jackson, and Derek have all returned to the pack.

Agent Rafael McCall sat in the driver's seat of his car, studying the school before him. He didn't slouch, doing his best to go unseen. Instead, his shoulders rested, tense, as far up the leather as they could go. He watched, and waited. And when the final bell rang, he finally saw who he'd been waiting for.

Scott McCall walked out of Beacon Hills High laughing, a grin on his face, surrounded by friends. To his right, Stiles Stilinski. To his left, a tall blonde that Agent McCall recognized as, with some surprise, Isaac Lahey. Directly behind the three leaders were a girl he recognized as the sister of a deputy, holding hands with an unfamiliar blonde male. And behind them, from left to right, walked: a glaring teenager Agent McCall identified as Jackson Whittemore, a young black male rolling his eyes, the queen of high school Lydia Martin pointedly ignoring her ex-boyfriend, and the once-thought-to-be-dead Malia Tate scanning the horizon. At first glance, they looked like any other pack of students coming out the school doors. But at second glance… at second glance, they resembled a different kind of pack. Scott walked slightly ahead of Stiles and Lahey. The couple behind them, while seemingly relaxed and talking about nothing serious, kept an eye on their surroundings and were perfectly positioned to guard the lead trio's backs. Whittemore, while upset, was clearly making an effort to stay calm and not yell at anyone - something Agent McCall had never seen, though the sight of Martin running facts and figures in her head was only too familiar. And yet, at the same time, they guarded the teen in-between them. Tate, on the other hand, guarded the entire pack - anyone approaching from behind would have to go through her first. As a whole, the group seemed well-oiled and ready for anything.

Several things worried Agent McCall. One, where was Kira Yukimura? Two, why had Whittemore and Lahey returned? Three, who were the strangers? Four, where, when, how, and why had his son become the leader of this well-prepared pack? And - somehow, Agent McCall managed to freeze even more in his seat. While he hadn't been hiding the fact he was watching, he hadn't expected this reaction. Tate and the unfamiliar blonde seemed to notice him at the same time, though how when they never looked directly at him he didn't know. Some unseen signal then passed to the others, and automatically they seemed to close ranks. The black male was pushed up in-between the couple, Scott's face grew serious as he began walking towards his father's car, and Whittemore and Tate both looked ready to kill. For that matter, so did Stiles and Lahey, though they only showed it by closing the small gap between them and Scott. In almost no time at all, they reached Agent McCall.

"Dad," Scott said stiffly, hiding his worry the best he could - though, of course, his betas could smell it, and he could feel the anxiety coming through the pack bonds because of it. As Isaac gently nudged him with his foot, the alpha sent what he hoped was waves of reassurance back to his pack. At the same time, the sensation of questions came in from the adults, and even as he tried to negate them, he could feel Derek and Chris drawing closer - able to do so since neither had to be at work.

"Scott," Agent McCall greeted. He eyed the group behind his son. "Can we talk privately?"

The alpha didn't even bother checking with his pack. "Whatever you can say to me, you can say to them." The smell of sadness, mixed with worry, anger, and grief emanating from his father startled him.

"Fine," Agent McCall agreed, trying not to show any of his feelings. "I told you when I got back we would talk, and that I would want the truth. Here I am. And if you've gotten into something, and don't know how to get out, I can help."

Scott protested, "Dad! I haven't joined a gang," while Stiles and Jackson both choked on laughter at the very idea that True Alpha "I'm the hot girl" Scott McCall could be in a gang.

"If you want me to believe that," Agent McCall began, "then you have to tell me the truth."

The alpha hesitated, glancing back at his pack. If he told, he would be revealing their secrets as well. And - "Do it, Scott," Chris Argent interrupted his thoughts. Startling, the alpha looked up to find that his left hand and hunting advisor had both arrived while he considered the next course of action, and had subsequently been absorbed into pack formation - Isaac moved back to stand beside Hayden as Derek took his place, while Chris stood in front of Scott to both block the FBI Agent's view of his alpha and to have eye contact while he did his job and advised. "Do it," the ex-hunter repeated, voice low now that he had Scott's attention. "If you don't, you'll have to work around your father. He'll be watching the pack's every move, doing his best to go against us as he forms his own opinions - just like he's already done. He'll blame your mother for everything. He'll never leave, not until he knows the truth. And if you don't tell him, you will regret it. Whether that happens sooner or later, if you eventually get over it or you carry it for the rest of your life, you will regret it. So make it easy on all of us. Tell him the truth." Speech done, Chris watched the emotions flit across Scott's face until they finally settled, and as he felt the satisfaction that came with making a decision through the bond Chris slid away, tucking into the pack on the other side of Stiles.

"Fine," Scott declared, making his dad look at him in surprise. "You want the truth?" He didn't even have to glance around, Mason tapped the "ok, we're alone" on his back. "We're werewolves. Well, some of us are. Some of us are something else. Some of us are still entirely human. But some of us are werewolves, and me? I'm the alpha of the Pack." Agent McCall gaped at his son, astonished he'd even try to pass something like that off as truth, only to jerk back and reflexively reach for his gun when Scott's eyes flashed a brilliant ruby red while simultaneously growling, showing off a sharp set of fangs. Behind his son, Hale, Lahey, the unknown couple, Tate, and Whittemore's eyes all flashed a mix of cerulean blue and murky yellow. "Leave town, dad." Agent McCall's attention lurched back to his son. "Now that you know the truth, leave. We don't need you here. If anything, we're better off without you bringing the eyes of the FBI down on Beacon Hills."

Scott turned away, the rest of his pack - a wolf pack, Agent McCall realized, an actual wolf pack - following close behind, guarding their alpha and each other. Stiles and Hale, who the agent recognized as his son's right and left hands, quickly caught up to, again, walk just behind Scott on either side. His son was safe, Agent McCall realized, and with that, he started his car and left. He'd keep in touch, but that could be done from a difference. His son had grown up into a fine young man. There was nothing left for him to do but watch him live his own life.

Note: You can find the complete series of “The Strength of the Wolf is the Pack” on AO3, and a list of all the fics’ summaries on Tumblr.

[i-write-about-anything]

Little Beta(s) Chapter 42

Prompt: Liam get’s turned at an early age and he looks at you as his guardian/parent. Plus you’re dating Scott who’s always trying to look after him. (10 year gap between Liam and reader)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) Scott McCall x Reader, Derek Hale (younger and platonic) x Reader

Chapters:

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20- 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 -25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30 - 31 - 32 - 33 - 34 - 35 - 36 - 37 - 38 - 39 - 40 - 41

Reader’s POV

The boys have been inseparable with Scott. I had expected it from Liam but Derek had found a new kind of bond with Scott and it was something I was happy to see. Scott obviously loved the attention as they only paid attention to me for the longest time. Scott would rub it in my face that Liam was no longer looking for me when something had happened to him and with this pregnancy it made me cry more than it should have. Scott obviously would feel bad and tell Liam to come talk to me but it wasn’t the same. Liam was no longer attached to me like he once was and I knew the reason behind it was because of the baby girl growing inside of me. Derek had been a bit more attached to me than anyone in the house and I was thankful for that because when I felt like I was being left out he’d come and make me feel better. I knew he could smell my sadness which is probably why he would do it but I didn’t care. “Mom!” Derek’s hand waved in front of my face. “Dad said we’re going to go visit his mom, is that true?” He had also been calling Scott dad which made him happy as hell. 

“Yeah, we should be leaving anytime soon, grab a bag, put two sets of clothes in it, we’ll be staying in beacon hills for two days.” I spoke lightly and I sighed knowing beacon hills was no where I wanted to be. 

“Mom have you seen my jacket?” Liam’s loud voice boomed from his shared room and I sighed. 

“It’s in the laundry room, please try not to make a mess this time.” I raised my eyebrows when he past by me and he chuckled. “Have any of you seen Scott? He said he’d be here,” I looked at the time on the stove and sighed. “Thirty minutes ago.” 

“He said he was going to pass by the school and tell them he and Derek won’t be able to make the game on Saturday.” Liam spoke as he walked passed me with his favorite jacket, the same one I had gotten him when he was only eleven. He finally grew into it but it was worn out. 

“Liam, why don’t you take one of the other jackets you have hanging up?” He looked down at his jacket before looking up at me. 

“This is my favorite jacket, you know that.” He looked down at it once again and smiled. The door rattled and Scott walked in. 

“Finally.” Derek spoke. “Should we get everything in the car?” He had his bag in his hands and Scott smiled. 

“Yeah, go ahead, I'm just going to freshen up.” Scott walked to me rubbing his hand on my now very noticeable belly before kissing my lips. “I’m sorry I took so long, they were giving me shit about missing one of the playoff games.” He sighed and I smiled patting his cheek. 

“Don’t worry about it, I'm excited to see everyone back home.” I smiled causing him to smile back. 

“I know, I've missed everyone. My mom is definitely going to be happy to see all of us on her birthday.” His arms wrapped around me and I smiled into his chest. I loved that they’re hadn’t be any drama within these past months and normal was definitely working for all of us. Liam had even made a couple friends. 

“Come on, you guys can be gross another day.” Liam spoke and I laughed kissing Scott’s cheek before letting him go shower. 

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A couple hours later we were finally driving into beacon hills. Driving passed everything felt so weird and it felt strange. Nothing had changed but for us nothing would ever be the same. “My mom said everyone turned out for her birthday, we’re the only once missing.” Scott grabbed my hand and I knew he was more than excited to see everyone. It had been a lonely time where we were now living and it sucked to think that everyone we knew was here. 

“Mason’s going to be there right dad?” Liam spoke and all he had been talking about was how excited he was to see his best friend. 

“Yeah buddy, he’s gonna be there, in fact, I'm willing to bet he’s already there.” Scott smiled squeezing my hand when he pulled up to his mom’s driveway. 

“Wow, she invited the whole town.” Derek spoke making us all laugh. 

“Yeah well she does know the entire town.” I spoke and sighed when I opened the door to feel the cold air. Scott had come to my door to help me out of the car and I thanked him. It was getting harder to do simple tasks now that I was as fat as a cow. 

“You ready?” Scott spoke before intertwining hand in mine. 

“As ready as I'll ever be.” I smiled. This was going to be the first time everyone saw us and I was five months pregnant. We walked up to the door and knocked noticing Melissa’s smile as soon as the door opened. 

“Scott!” She wrapped her arms around him crying in the process. It had been so long and I found myself crying too by the time her arms wrapped around me. “Oh it’s so good to see you all.” She smiled at Derek and Liam taking them both into her arms. “You’ve gotten so big, you’re already taller than your mom.” She ruffled Liam’s hair and I groaned not wanting to be reminded of that. “Wow.” She looked down at my stomach and she looked back at me. “May I?” Her eyes were joyful and I smiled.

“It’s your granddaughter, you don’t have to ask.” I smiled and her hands immediately flew to my stomach. 

“I can’t believe this.” She smiled and sniffed before retreating her hands. “Come in, please.” She stepped aside and we all walked in noticing everyone including Lydia who ran straight to my stomach to observe it. 

“Oh my god! You’re so big already!” She smiled rubbing my stomach and I smiled. “Not like you’re fat or anything.” She added and I chuckled. 

“Lydia, it’s fine, I know what you meant.” I smiled and Stiles came right behind her. 

“How’s my niece?” He spoke placing his hand on my stomach. 

“She’s healthy, growing extremely fast.” I sighed looking down at the bump. 

“Is Mason here?” Liam chimed in, he hated talking about the baby, only because that’s all we ever talked about back home. 

“No, I haven’t heard from him today.” Lydia spoke and he sighed. 

“Why don’t you and Derek go eat, yeah?” I smiled at him and he shrugged moving passed the people he didn’t know and greeting the ones he did, Derek doing the same and stopping when he saw Scott’s dad who took him into a choke hold, they had the weirdest relationship and I had only imagined that’s how he would have acted with Scott if he hadn’t left. 

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After an hour I could feel my feet throbbing from standing up so I sat on the couch. It had been wonderful seeing everyone and sharing the excitement of this baby but I couldn’t help but notice Liam’s frown on his face. “Liam.” I lightly shouted and he looked at me before walking to me completely worried. 

“What’s wrong? Is everything okay? Should I get dad?” I smiled and shook my head when I placed a hand on his arm. 

“No, everything is fine honey, what’s wrong with you? You aren’t happy to see everyone?” He sighed and looked down at his hands. 

“I am, I just, I thought I'd see Mason, he’s not answering my calls. I haven’t seen him in months and I thought maybe just maybe I'd see him here tonight.” I knew he missed Mason and I knew even though he had friends over there he still considered Mason as his best friend. 

“Hey, it’s okay, he probably couldn’t come because of his parents, we’ll still be here tomorrow, maybe we can go and see him, how does that sound?” I smiled at him and he shrugged. 

“I guess that’s fine. I just feel like he’s forgetting about me.” I took him into my arms and sighed. “He’s got some new friend now and I'm just here getting no attention what so ever. I feel like I’m fading in his life.” At this point I knew what this was really about. 

“Liam, you do know that’s not true.” I sighed once more and looked at him. “And you also know that you’ll always be my number one, right?” He bit his lip before looking down and picked his head up. “Hey, this baby isn't replacing you, I know this is what it’s all about and I know that’s the reason you’ve been giving me the cold shoulder but honey I love you and you’re going to be just as important as this baby.” He smiled and so did I. “Now we got to talk about this sudden growth. You’re a giant.” He chuckled. 

“Mom I'm sixteen, I'm still not done growing.” I sighed. 

“I know, I know, I just this entire time you’ve been shorter than me and I loved it, now you’re a giraffe and you don’t even look for me anymore, you’re growing and I don’t like it.” I sniffed. “Fuck these fucking hormones.” I giggled wiping my eyes and Liam frowned. 

“Just cause I'm taller than you doesn’t mean I'm done with you mom, I love you, I'll always be grateful for what you’ve done for me.” He smiled. 

“I know, I know. It’s just this baby gets me so emotional over everything.” I sniffed once more before the tears stopped.

 “Yeah I know, you cried over spilled milk, like literally, you cried when you dropped the milk last night.” I laughed and it was true. 

“Hey in my defense it was the last milk we had and I wanted those damn froot loops.” He chuckled and shook his head. 

“Everyone, can I get everyone’s attention?” I heard Scott’s voice and I looked at him standing on a chair. 

“What the hell is your dad doing?” I looked at Liam who shrugged before helping me up from the couch. 

“As many of you know, I am expecting a baby girl in four months.” He smiled when his eyes met mine. “And it hasn’t been easy, we were chased out of our homes and forced to start all over. We’ve taken in two wonderful boys,” He looked at Derek and Liam who were standing next to each other smiled. “Who I consider as my own. We’ve been through hell and back and I couldn’t imagine going through any of this without the love of my life, (y/n) come over here, please.” I looked at Liam and Derek who were smiling as I walked towards Scott. 

“Scott what’s going on?” I looked around as he stepped down from the chair and took my hand. 

“Now, I know this is a big day for my mom, so I did pass this through her.” He smiled and looked at me. “(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” He started as he kneeled down on one knee. Holy shit. I heard gasps and one of them was mine. “I love you, so much. I couldn’t imagine doing anything without you and I'd be dammed if I ever let you slip away once more. You’ve been there since the beginning of my troubles, you introduced me to Liam who changed both of our lives. You took in another teenager who had several problems and you fixed him. You’re the most wonderful person I have ever met and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” He reached his hand towards the two boys we called our sons and Derek gave him a small box. He opened it revealing a beautiful ring and I hadn’t realized I was crying until my tears were dripping from my face. “Will you marry me?” Scott looked at me and I nodded almost immediately. He smiled slipping the ring onto my finger before I took his face in my hands and kissed him. The aww, sniffs, and claps were the only things I heard before I heard Derek and Liam groan. 

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[mf-despair-queen]

This Isn’t Goodbye - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Me (I legit have no shame for this)

Word Count: 6,893

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, It’s honestly just really sweet sex?, possible tears

Notes: So, talking to @minhosmeanhoe about doing something for the end of Teen Wolf and this is it. It’s hard to really express what this show means to me because it has changed my life. So much. So this is literally my rants, through Scott and myself, expressing what this show means to me, thanking it for everything it has done. The things I say are coming legit from me. This isn’t the end for us though. I will not stop writing for teen Wolf, for Stiles. It means too much to let it go away completely. So, just... enjoy my rant I guess. And me spilling my heart out about the show. And of Stiles. And me wishing Stiles was mine. 

PS This is unedited. And I don’t even care. So ignore all my typos because I know they exist.

Stiles sat in the hospital room, glancing around to the people that crowded the small area. It was pure, agonizing silence, but he understood why.

It was barely 24 hours after it all ended.

Scott sat by his mom’s bed, rubbing her hand carefully, soothing her. His cuts and wounds had long healed, but Adderall-enthused young man could see the permanent scars etched into his friend’s heart and soul. Scott looked slightly broken, his uneven jaw clenched tightly, almost like he was having trouble comprehending everything that had happened in the last month.

Chris Argent sat across from the True Alpha, holding Melissa McCall’s other hand tightly in both of his. Their fingers were laced together, the two adults sharing a loving look every once in a while. He was obviously glad that she was healing just fine after Nolan shot up the McCall house before Stiles had arrived. Argent was even more glad that she was awake and talking, albeit quietly due to the hoarseness in her throat. She was alive and well, or as well as she could be, and that was all he needed in this moment.

Lydia sat in Parrish’s arms, the two silently conversing with their eyes. Parrish’s large hand tinkered with her fingers, his eyes glowing orange faintly every time the tips touched together. Stiles wasn’t one to believe in true love, or fated love, especially when it involved the girl he loved for so long. But he had let her go when he knew for a fact that she was meant to be with the Hellhound deputy. The way they looked at each other and supported each other told him they were destined for each other.

Malia stood behind Scott, running her fingers through his hair. Stiles couldn’t deny how surprised he was when Scott told him they were together, but he was happy for his friend and ex. They had found happiness in this crazy supernatural world. He found it odd slightly, but he wasn’t going to protest it. Malia looked happier than ever, happier than she ever was with Stiles. Stiles knew their relationship had been purely physical, but the two grew together, learning what they wanted most from the world.

Theo and Liam were pressed into a small corner, silently staring at the ground. The two had apparently formed a tight bromance over the time fighting the hunters, Theo helping Liam control his anger issues, being there for the young Beta. Theo had really come around since their junior year. Sure, Stiles personally couldn’t forgive him for what he had done, but Theo was growing on him like a fungus. Maybe in twenty years, he could have a conversation with the chimera. Liam… Liam maybe in five more years. Liam had some more growing up to do.

Corey and Mason sat visibly, for once, against the back wall, not far from where Stiles himself sat. Their hands were intertwined together tightly, just relishing in the feeling that the other was there. Mason’s arm was tightly wrapped in a purple cast having broken his arm when he decided to fight off Gabe. How he broke his arm punching the crap out of the wannabe hunter, no one really knew. But he saved a lot of lives and Gabe was taken to a high security prison by Rafael McCall, not to be released for a long time.

The sheriff was in and out of the room, Stiles watching his father pace the length of the hallway whenever he passed the open door. Noah Stilinski was glad everything worked out, but he held doubts of what the future held. He knew, deep in his heart, that things would never be the same. And the kids that always protected the town were going to be leaving for their own lives soon. Was he ready for that? The sheriff wasn’t sure. But for now, he was glad everyone was alright.

Derek the sour wolf leaned against the window, staring at the full moon in the darkened sky. His eyes glowed a faint blue, shifting around from the uncomfortable silence in the room. He was home, but it didn’t feel the same. He could feel the lingering stares of some people, their fear still present even though the anuk-ite was long gone. It was possible those people would never forget what they felt, and Stiles knew Derek feared the worst. No one wanted a repeat of Monroe and Gerard.

Peter was even present. Maybe it was to support Malia. Maybe it was to support Melissa, seeing as he had taken her out forever ago. He still cared, Stiles guessed. He was opposite Derek, playing with Derek’s new phone, trying to set it up so Derek could easily understand how to use the foreign technology. The former alpha was quiet, but his presence was not forgotten. He had actually helped fight the anuk-ite, keeping his daughter safe and helping the McCall pack, knowing he couldn’t let something like this slide. They made it personal when they blew up his cars but he wasn’t about to let another person try to destroy the home he knew.

Ethan and Jackson were propped on a dressing, the lips connecting occasionally to keep the other calm. Stiles couldn’t argue it was nice to see them together and safe, especially after having been tortured for so long by Monroe. Jackson’s eyes would meet with Lydia across the room, the two giving acknowledging nods to each other. Stiles fought back a smile, finding it inappropriate to smile in a time like this. But he was glad both couples found peace in the end.

Isaac, much to the Stilinski boy’s surprise, had flown in just to help fight after he heard what was going on. His… girlfriend, he guessed he could call her, sat next to him on the ground at the foot of the bed. Apparently, him and Cat had met at their school in Paris, Isaac instantly being attracted to the young witch, especially when the first time they spoke was after she tripped over her own feet, landing face first on his crotch. The two hit it off quickly, even going as far as moving to New York to attend NYU together. Apparently, she fell on his dick a lot after they became friends, though Stiles wasn’t sure in what way she meant, figuring she meant sexually, and if she even meant to be so open about that. Maybe it was the New Yorker in her that made her reveal that. When Isaac found out what was happening, he dragged Cat out of bed to jump on the first flight to Beacon Hills, apparently in exchange for going to every Yankees game for the next two years. Stiles wasn’t happy that she was a Yankees fan and (failing) to convert the curly-haired beta to like her favorite team, but he was glad she showed up when she did. Her magic was truly an asset to the fight, and Stiles hated to admit he liked her more than Isaac. Especially now that Isaac was going against the Mets.

Stiles sighed, hearing the faint sound of footsteps hustling down the hallway. His eyes shot to the door, seeing me stopping in the doorway. Our eyes locked, a small smile finding its way to his lips unconsciously. He quietly excused himself, rushing to the door, hand enveloping mine and leading me away from the packed room. When we got a decent distance away, his arms wrapped around me, my face burying in his flannel shirt.

“Sti…” I quietly muttered, sighing to myself. He shook his head, his face nuzzling in my hair. He took a deep breathe, smelling the strawberry scent from my shampoo.

“I’m glad you are alright,” he mumbled. “I was worried when Monroe shot at you. I don’t know what I would do without you. I can’t live without you.” He started rambling, his words getting jumbled and losing any sense he was trying to get out. He was cut off by one simple kiss when I pushed him away, my arms wrapping around his neck.

“I’m fine. The bullet grazed my arm is all. Nothing a Band-Aid and Neosporin can’t cure,” I whispered, pecking his lips again. The FBI trainee visibly relaxed, letting out a deep breath. He proceeded to just hug my smaller frame close, his head dipped into my shoulder, kisses tenderly at my neck. “How is everyone after last night?”

“It’s quiet. But it makes sense I guess. It doesn’t seem real that everything happened. It doesn’t seem real that the anuk-ite is gone now, or Gerard is dead. Monroe is going to prison after she is released from the hospital since Gerard shot her. I think everyone is just… thinking about everything,” Stiles told me, his voice barely audible.

“Everything?”

“Not just this fight,” he clarified. “It’s almost been four years since Peter bit Scott. Four years of this madness, babe. It’s weird to think back on everything. This has literally changed all our lives. It’s been hard, there’s no denying that. We’ve lost so many. But I guess it’s been good. If this hadn’t happened, where would we be? I wouldn’t have the friends I have now. I wouldn’t have the experiences I have now. I wouldn’t be in the FBI program.” He paused, backing away to look at me. “I wouldn’t have you.”

“Oh, Stiles,” I choked out, trying not to cry. “I know what you mean. I’ve only known you a year. But you guys have changed my life. I wasn’t in a good place when I met you. But now, you mean everything to me. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Oh, baby,” Stiles said, leaning down to kiss my lips passionately. His hands were on my cheeks, caressing my skin softly. His lips moved against mine gracefully, electricity shooting through my body from the contact. His head tilted slightly, letting his lips felling encompass mine, pulling me closer to him. When he pulled away, he was slightly breathless, both of us panting quietly. “I can’t imagine my life without you too. Now, let head back in.”

He grabbed my hand, leading me into the hospital room. Scott’s head turned to us as we entered, Stiles pulling me down on his lap in the seat he was previously in. Scott smiled at me, squeezing his mom’s hand.

“I’m glad you were able to make it finally, M,” he said. He kissed his mom’s cheek, standing from his chair and taking a deep breathe. “Now that everyone is here, I have a few things to say. Stiles already knows about some of this. I talked to him a few hours ago about it all. He’s the one that mentioned I should say something about it. So, excuse me if I get a bit longwinded here.”

Scott looked at Peter and Derek, smiling to himself. “The day before my sophomore year, my life changed. Peter bit me, turning me into the werewolf I am today. You would think I would be mad, but I’m not. As much as I hate you, Peter, you changed my life. You gave me purpose and strength to right the life I needed. So many bad things in my life and one small thing like this changed me. It made me stronger. Same goes for you Derek. You helped me learn to channel that power, helping mold me into the person I am today. I probably would have died if you weren’t there for me, and for that, I owe you my life.”

He turned next to Jackson and Ethan. “Jackson. You were an asshole. But I’m glad you are alright. Bad things happened to you but look at you now. You are stronger than ever. And you have Ethan on your arm. He can understand you and he loves you. He has had losses, and even though he fought us once, he has become a great friend and ally. I wish the best for both of you.”

Next was Theo and Liam. “Theo, I still haven’t completely forgiven you for what you did. You tore apart my pack, my friends. But, when we brought you back to help find Stiles, I didn’t think you would be such a great ally. Maybe, one day, I will completely forgive you and accept you into my pack. But thank you for everything you have done. Stiles always says he loves to hate you, and I get what he means. I want to hate you, you were a dick, but you’ve been there for us. You’ve helped Liam, you’ve helped us. I’m glad you are here. And Liam, you were my first and only Beta. Do I regret biting you? Slightly, yes. I don’t wish to condone your life to this. But I think you saved me just as much as I saved you. I couldn’t have done any of this without you. I wouldn’t have grown into the alpha I am now without you.”

He turned to Lydia and Parrish. “Lydia, you never noticed us until you yourself had the same experiences as us. But I’m glad you stopped being the popular, posh girl you used to be. You became yourself. You grew into a strong, independent woman. We couldn’t have done what we have done without you. And you found the perfect man for you. Parrish. I know you were dragged into this world so randomly, but I’m glad you were. You added that little something we were missing. You saved us so many times and we couldn’t have done some of the things we have done without you. Thank you for being drawn to us, just like we became drawn to you. Not as much as Lydia, but you know what I mean.”

Corey and Mason next. “Corey, I wasn’t sure about you to start with. You worked with Theo. You were against us. But, you have powers that none of us can match. You helped more than anyone with the Ghost Riders. And you helped keep Mason safe. We couldn’t have done this without you. And Mason, you were the Beast. But who cares, right? We saved you. You’ve helped Liam. You’ve helped us. And every pack needs their residential human to help keep them grounded. You are vital to this pack and I know you will help Liam when he has his own pack one day.”

He turned to Isaac and Cat. “Isaac, I know we’ve had out differences. We fought. You tried to kill Lydia. But you have helped us so much. You came around. I don’t know if we would have made it out without casualties if you didn’t come. And with Cat no less. We’ve known each other a few days, but I feel like Cat is one of us. Hell, she really is. She’s a member of this pack and there is no escaping it now. She’s amazing and I’m glad that we were able to meet her and her witchy powers. I’m sorry Isaac dragged you into our problems, but I appreciate that you are here. Never leave us, alright?”

He glanced at Chris. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect Allison. She was my first love and I will never get over that I let her die. But I know she would be proud of me, of you, and of all of us. To think you tried to kill me so many times. But here you are. We would have died a long time ago if you weren’t here. And I’m glad you are here to make my mom happy.”

Noah was standing in the doorway, Scott turning to him. “Sheriff, you are my second dad. I’ve known you forever. I know you’ve had your reservations about all of this, but thank you. Truly, thank you. For heled us, or being there for us. For supporting us. And for being there for me and Stiles on a personal level when we needed it. You are the greatest sheriff Beacon Hills has and will ever have.”

He turned to his mom. “A long time ago, you told me to be my own anchor. Maybe I didn’t appreciate it at the time. But I will never forget anything you ever said to me. You are the best mom in the world and I wouldn’t trade you for the world. You have helped me through every hard time and I wish I was a better son sometimes. You’ve gotten hurt so much because of me. But I wouldn’t be the son I am without you.”

He turned to Malia. “I fucking love you. I really do. I just… I have no words for you. I broke guy code and I’m dating my brother’s ex. But I couldn’t ask for a better woman in my life. Yes, I had Allison. Yes, Kira was amazing and I wish she were here. She is sorely missed and will always hold a place in my heart. In all of our hearts. But Malia, I don’t want to lose you. Thank you.”

Scott sighed to himself. “We’ve lost so many guys. Aiden, Allison, Brett, Lori, Deucalion, Erica, Boyd. They will all hold a special place in our hearts. They’ve all contributed to this pack more than I can even put into words. Kira, who’s still alive and with the Skinwalkers, will always be part of us. We miss them all, but they will always be here in spirit.”

He finally turned to us. “Mal, I can’t thank you enough for joining us when you did. You’re one of us, even if you don’t think you are. And most of all, you make Stiles happy. I’m glad he has found someone that can make him Stile a real smile. He hasn’t smiled the way he does not since before his mom passed away. I’m glad you can bring that out of him. You belong with him, with us. With this pack. And Stiles. I can’t count how many times you have saved me. I owe you my life. You are my brother. You will be in my heart forever. I will never forget what you have done for me.”

“To all of you, you are my family. Over the time we have been together, I will never forget what we have gone through. I won’t forget the memories and the friendships I have from this. This has made me a stronger person and shaped me into the man I am. This will always be my home and I know, we will always find our way back together, no matter how far apart we are. We are a pack after all. We belong together,” Scott said aloud, finally sitting back in his seat. “Thank you, guys. I’m sorry for talking your ear off.”

I cleared my throat, sliding off Stiles’ lap. “If I may follow up on what Scott said. This is for all of you.” I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Before I came here, I was not in a good spot. My life was disastrous. I was broken. I was lying to myself and trying to be stronger than I was. I was hurt because of my ex, Jack, because we had been through so much together. So, when he cheated and left, I didn’t know what to do. That’s when I came here. I met all of you and you changed my life. I feel like Beacon Hills is my home. It has helped me through everything. You all gave me a reason to live, literally. I have learned so much about myself and I have memories that will stick with me forever. I will never forget you guys. I am so much stronger than I was before you came into my life. I don’t want to go back to that time. And I don’t regret any of this. So, thank you.”

Stiles smiled, grabbing my hand. He stood from his seat, pulling me into a tight hug. I sniffled quietly, Stiles seeing the sad look on my face. “I think we’re going to head home. Melissa still needs her rest after her accident. I have to pack anyways. I have to fly back to Quantico tomorrow.” He released me, rushing around to give everyone a quick hug, hugging Scott the longest of course. “I’m so glad everyone is alright. And next time, call me if you need something. Don’t keep me out of the loop.”

Scott chuckled, nodding. “Noted, buddy.” He glanced at me, nodding slowly. “Take care of him, M.”

“Will do, Scotty. I may be human, but Stiles really is my anchor. He saved me from myself,” I whisper, grabbing the chocolate-haired man’s hand smiling to myself. “I don’t know where I would be without him. He is everything to me.”

Stiles grinned to himself, waving to everyone as he led us away. We made our way to his Jeep, Scott agreeing to let him drive it while we were in town. It was a quiet ride back to his house, only our steady breathing being heard. His hand was placed securely on my thigh, drawing circles through my jeans. It calmed me enough, not as much as when his hand runs through my hair. I was just glad he was here with me now.

He parked the jeep in his drive way, rushing around to open the door and helping me out. He carried me into his house, kicking the door to his room shut behind him and placing me on the bed. His suitcase was open on the floor, clothes and FBI supplies scattered about. I glanced at his mess, sighing to myself. It was only hitting me now that he was leaving me soon. I wasn’t ready for that. I didn’t want to say goodbye.

Stiles noticed my sad look, dropping the shirt that was in his hands onto his suitcase. “Babe, why the long face?” he asked, making his way over to me. His hands cupped my face, his thumbs wiping at the tears that slid down them unknowingly. “Come on, baby. Why are you crying?”

“Tomorrow is it, Sti. I won’t get to see you every day. I won’t get to see your smiling face or hear your silly theories or rantings of Star Wars. I won’t get to see the pack as often. I feel like my life won’t be the same anymore. You guys really have changed my life for the better and, after everything that has happened, I don’t want it to be over. I’m not ready to say goodbye.”

“Babe,” he said quietly, pressing our lips together. I could taste my salty tears, or maybe they were his. Tears leaked from his beautiful whiskey-brown orbs. He was just as upset as I was. This was his home. This was where he grew up. This was the place that started everything for him. And now here he was, moving on to bigger and better things, making a life for himself that he never thought would be real. I know he feels the same, but I’m sure it’s even harder on him than it is on me. When he pulled away, he licked at his lips, swallowing thickly. “This isn’t goodbye.”

“What do you mean?” My throat was dry saying this, but he easily heard me.

“Physically, we may be apart. It may be over. But mentally and spiritually, we will be together. The memories you have will always be there. The friendships you have made will never end. It’s only goodbye if you want it to end. If you cherish what you got from this, it never will. It’ll be more like… see you later. We will always be here and you will never forget. It is permanently ingrained in you. That is what you hold on to you. You will never forget any of this, for as long as you live.”

I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down into another kiss. He body reacted immediately, pushing me further onto his bed, crawling on top of me quickly. Our lips never left each other. It was like we needed to be together in that moment to live, to breath. Stiles was the only thing that mattered right now. I needed him more than he probably knew.

His lips formed perfectly with mine, speeding up slowly with his increased want. His tongue ran over my bottom lip, pulling away to look at me before I could respond. Our eyes locked, Stiles instantly dipping back down to attach our lips in a hot, open-mouth kiss. The kiss was sloppier than before, the sound of our kisses filling the stagnant, crisp air around us. My body was warming up slowly, his hands sliding down to my waist. My fingers reached for his flannel shirt, fumbling with the buttons in the least graceful manner possible.

His tongue danced with mine between my cheeks, his tongue having slipped in before I could realize he did it. I didn’t mind though. I loved the way his tongue rubbed against mine, massaging every spot inside my mouth. He knew exactly where to hit, and he was enjoying it just as much as I was. His lips were soft, but fast against mine. His head was tilted just the slightest to the left so he could easily kiss me, our noses rubbing gently against each other.

He pulled away slowly, our lips still nearly upon each other. His fingers tugged at my shirt, pushing it up my body steadily. He swallowed slowly, letting out a slow breath. “I know this isn’t the best time for this. Everyone is emotional and we just stopped Monroe last night. But I can’t wait. I need you. Now. Please.”

“What are you waiting for then?” I mumbled, pushing him up and making him lean back on his knees. I sat up with him, tugging my shirt over my head. His eyes widened, fumbling with the remaining buttons on his flannel. His stumble resulting in him falling off his bed with a loud thump, only a groan meeting my ears from his position on the floor. “Sti?”

“I’m ok,” he groaned from the ground. I saw his flannel fly across the room followed by his undershirt before his head popped up over the side, smiling faintly. He jumped to his feet, his belt jingling as he undid it. I giggled as he hopped around his small room, crashing into his crime board in the corner, tripping over the suitcase in the middle of the floor. I just watched him struggle. His jeans final fell to his ankles, the poor FBI intern falling over in his attempt to remove them from his ankles. He glanced at me from the floor, kicking the material away. “Shut up.”

“You’re cute though,” I told him. Stiles groaned, crawling across the floor to the bed. He gripped my ankles. Tugging me off the bed to the floor, listening to my squeal. He let out a grunt when I landed on his lap, his arms wrapping around my waist to hold me upright. I stared at his face, my eyes running ever the moles scattered across his cheeks, giggling at him. I leaned forward, pecking his lips, feeling him smile in the short kiss. “See, cute.”

“I’m not cute. That is not a good compliment for us guys. I am handsome,” he retorted, unhooking my bra with one hand. The lacy blue material slid off my shoulders, Stiles tossing it over his head, letting it land in his suitcase. “But you, my dear, are the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“No, I’m not,” I muttered to myself, Stiles picking up on my words. He frowned, his fingers running along my arms. “I’m not beautiful. Lydia is beautiful. Malia is beautiful. I am a potato.”

He chuckled at my comment, shaking his head. “You aren’t a potato. You are just as beautiful, if not more beautiful, than them. You have brains, you have beauty. You are caring. You are one of the only people that I know that would do anything for anyone. You’ve been broken, so much, but you’re stronger than you know. I don’t know what I would do without you, baby.”

I sniffled, swinging my arms around him. “I love you, Stiles.”

He smiled, his face burying in my bare shoulder, kissing it tenderly. His arms wrapped securely around my waist, our chests pressing against each other. “I love you too, Malissa.”

“You better,” I giggled, pulling away and kissing him sweetly. “Now, back to what we were doing.”

Stiles grinned widely, picking me up from the floor easily. That FBI training helped bulk him up man. He had muscle from lacrosse but have you see the muscles on this boy now? No? Good, they’re mine. He dropped me on the bed, listening to my laugh, his eyes traveling down my semi-naked body.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he grumbled, moving to attach his lips to my chest. I mewled lowly, adjusting how I was lying to watch him kiss my hardened peaks. His lips wrapped around them, slowly pulling away, tugging at them with his luscious lips. His tongue lapped at the buds, gently caressing them and pushing at them with the tip. He left countless marks to my skin, groaning whenever he pulled away for air.

His fingers fiddled with the button on my jeans, popping It with ease and undoing the zipper slowly. He detached from my chest, kissing down my body slowly, tugging tauntingly at my jeans. My hips wiggled side to side, Stiles removing the intrusive material from my body, dropping them to the floor long forgotten. He panties followed, Stiles tossing them in his suitcase as well.

“I’m keeping those,” he told me from below, spreading my legs open. I cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t question. My mind was fuzzy enough as it was, so maybe I didn’t comprehend what he was telling me. But now, I can’t even focus. His cool breath fanned over my core. His head moved forward, gentle kisses placed on my clit and folds. My noisy moans filled the room, Stiles humming at the noise.

He didn’t stay long. He ran his tongue along my folds a few times, playing with the sensitive bundle of nerves a couple times before moving back up to face me. “I know you like the foreplay, but right now, I just want you. We can save the kinky shit for later.”

I giggled, nodding my head at him. “Promise?”

“Absolutely, baby. I’ll even write you an I.O.U. if I have to,” he joked, kissing my lips. I laughed, shaking my head at him.

“I don’t need that. I know you are true to your word, Sti,” I told him, playing with the band on his boxer briefs. “By the way, I like these. You look good in them. Especially your round little booty,” I quipped, snapping the band.

“Oh, shut up,” he huffed in return. “You look good in anything. Especially that pair of blue and orange lingerie we bought together. I like that pair.”

“Because it’s the Mets?”

“No, you look great in it,” he stated. I blinked at him, causing him to roll his eyes. “And yes, because the Mets.”

“I thought you’d agree with me,” I said smugly. He chuckled, leaning his head on my chest. I grinned, trying to push the boxer briefs off his behind. “Now, get undressed and make love to me please?”

“Anything for you, babe,” he whispered, kicking the boxer briefs off the end of his bed. We adjusted ourselves to make sure we were comfortable, Stiles situating himself between my legs. He looked at me lovingly, a familiar sparkle in his eyes. The same sparkle I was whenever he made sweet love. The same sparkle that told me he cared.

He slid forward, his cock burying deep inside me. We moaned together, Stiles stilling the second the he was hilt deep. Our eyes locked, Stiles leaning forward to attach our lips in a soft kiss. His body pressed firmly against mine, though he was able to keep from pressing his full weight on me. Our fingers intertwined together, our conjoined hands resting around my head on the pillow, our lips never disconnecting.

He started slow, his hips rolling into him. Even the gentle motions drove me wild. He filled me to the brim, rubbing every sensitive nerve inside my pussy. Even his simple rocking motion allowed him to hit my sweet spot. Your hands clasp together tightly, his larger hand squeezing mine the more he rocked. Our lips moved slowly against one another, reveling in the feeling we got from them against each other. The spark from the connection coursed through my body, igniting the fire in my gut.

He speedup steadily, breaking the kiss to pant openly. Your eyes connected, Stiles never letting us break the stare down we had. My nails dug into the backs of his hands. Moaning his name under my breath. He groaned under his breath, only breaking the gaze to rest his head in the crevice of my neck, his hips bucking against me more.

“Stiles,” I whimpered into his ear, my back arching, pressing me into him. I fought back tears, sadness and pleasure combining in my bloodstream. He was sending my senses wild, his constant thrusts more than I can handle. He was pleasing me beyond belief, every pore in my body aching for him. But part of me felt sad, afraid this would be the last time for something like this. “I-I’m not ready for this to end.”

Stiles slowed his relentless thrusts, pulling away to look at me. “Babe,” he muttered under his breath. He released my hand, pulling me up into a sitting position. My knees were on either side of him. My arms wrapped around his neck to keep me steady. His hands found their way to my waist to keep him steady. “Listen to me. I am never leaving you. Not In a million years. Even if we are apart, I will always be here with you. In your head and in your heart. But I am never leaving you. I need you.”

“Stiles,” I mumbled. He smiled sweetly, leaning up to kiss me again. Our hips rolled together in perfect harmony, our moans lost in each other’s throats. Our bodies pressed against one another, his cock as deep inside of me as he could go.

I loved the feeling. Together, like this, we were one. We were together. And deep inside me, I knew I would never forget moments like this. I knew I would have him by my side forever. It didn’t matter what we went through in the past or what we would go through in the future. We would do it together. Stiles had come into my life when I needed him most, and he saved me from myself. The entire pack did.

And for that, I owe them my life.

I owe Stiles my life.

I wouldn’t be where I am today without him. I wouldn’t have the friendships I do. I don’t know where I would be if he didn’t come into my life.

Our lips separated, panting more than before. His thrusts grew fiercer, and the position we were in allowed him to hit new angles he never hit before. He sighed contently, bucking his hips up into me, listening to me moan. My nails raked across his back, head falling back in ecstasy. Stiles just smiled, kissing along my collarbone. I could feel him pulsing and twitching inside me, my walls clamping around him more and more.

He tried to keep his pace steady, but it was growing sloppier. I was a moaning mess, relishing in the immense pleasure he gave me. He always did. My walls spasmed sporadically around him, his cock tapping my cervix and g-spot simultaneously it seemed. His speed was fast, godly even, able to hit ever nerve I had. But the tighter I got, the closer I became, he was right there with me. His cock’s twitches became more frequent, and we knew we were coming to an end. Together.

He glanced up at me, breathlessly panting. “Kiss me,” he pleaded. I didn’t need to respond with words. Just action. My lips hit his, and that seemed to be the only thing we needed. The usual jolt of electricity coursed through our bodies, passing through us through every possible physical connection we had. And that caused us to cum. My juices splattered against my walls, coating him completely. My body shook against his, back arching so my chest pressed to his more. My toes curled awkward into his sheets. My nails dug into his shoulders. His fingers pressed more into my hips, his cock sputtering as it spilled his seed deep inside me, streams of white liquid leaking from his swollen tip, mixing with my own juices. His thrusts eased, our lips forever attached as e rode out our highs.

He pulled from the kiss as he stopped moving, carefully lifting my shaking body from his. He sat me on his bed, rolling off it onto the floor. He groaned loudly, ignoring my giggle as his cute behind rushed to his closest. He tossed me his old lacrosse jersey before digging out some sweatpants for himself. He found his boxer briefs at the end of the bed, sliding them and the gray sweats on. He watched me slowly pull his jersey over my head. He dug through his drawers, pulling out a spare pair of panties he had.

“I’m still keeping the others,” he stated calmly, handing me the fresh pair as he sat next to me. I rolled my eyes at him, taking the panties, tugging them up my legs carefully. He rested his back on the pillows, allowing me to curl into his chest. “But you can keep that jersey. You look good in it.”

“You’re a dork,” I told him, kissing his chest, playing with the hairs on it.

“I know. But I’m your dork.”

“I don’t want you to go back to Virginia. I’m going to be lonely without you,” I quietly muttered. Stiles heard me though. He always did.

“Well, why don’t you come with me?” he proposed. I glanced up at him, seeing the serious look on his features. “I told you I wasn’t going anywhere. I do mean it. So, come with me.”

“But, my family-“

“Will understand. You got offered a full-ride at George Washington for your mathematics and accounting. Take it. We can move in together, be together. It’ll be the start of a brilliant future,” he told me.

“You make it sound like we will be together forever,” I quipped.

“What’s wrong with that?” he asked calmly. I backed off him, giving him a questioning look. He sighed, leaning over to open his bedside table. “I was going to wait, get you a promise ring and everything. But, why not just go straight for it.” He pulled out a small black box, handing it to me. “I told you. I was serious about what I said.”

Inside was the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen. My mouth fell open, looking between him and the ring in the box. “Stiles, I… I don’t… I don’t know what to say.”

“You can say yes,” he sarcastically said. I rolled my eyes, handing him the box, nodding at him. He grinned, taking his time pulling it from the confines of the velvet holder and sliding it on my finger. “It was my mother’s. But before she dies, she said to give it to the girl I want to spend every day with. And that’s you. As much as you aren’t ready to let us go, you aren’t ready to say goodbye, I feel the same for you. You’ve changed my life for the better, babe. And for that, thank you. You mean everything to me.”

“Stiles,” I started, pulling him into a hug. “I love you. Thank you. This… this means everything to me. And yes, I will move to Virginia with you.”

He smiled, kissing my temple. “I’m glad. Remember, this isn’t goodbye. For anyone. These memories, these friendships and these feelings will last forever.”

“I know they will. You guys really have changed me for the better. And I don’t regret meeting you. I regret nothing. I will cherish everything, from this day on. This is the closing of one chapter and the start of another.”

“Exactly. Now, let’s get some sleep. I can pack in the morning,” he said, pulling me back against his chest. He tugged the blankets over us, running his fingers through my hair.

“I love you, Stiles. I always will. I can’t express what you mean to me. So just… Thank you.”

He smiled, listening to my breathing soften, being lulled to sleep by his steady heartbeat. With one final kiss to my forehead, he closed his eyes.

“The closing of one chapter. Well, we’ll all miss you dearly,” he muttered, looking down at me one last time. He nuzzled his face in my hair, taking a deep breath. “And Remember, I love you.”

[thiamlife]

I love your writing! I wish you'll do more 😊 Uhm drabble 78 and 98 pls?

78. “Can you be romantic for once?”

98. “Remember when we were dating and you ___”

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They were all sitting in Scott’s living room getting readyfor movie night when Lydia and Stiles had walked in holding hands. They went tosit down on separate chairs but Stiles had pulled Lydia’s hand making her fallin his lap and kissed her neck sweetly producing a smile. Malia turned to lookup at Scott, who was on the couch, from her position between his legs on thefloor and gave him an odd look. “Can yoube romantic for once?” Malia whisper-yelled at Scott with frustrationpouring off her. Scott looked like a deer in headlights obviously not ready forher sudden change in mood.

Liam just shook his head. Couples, he thought to himself ashe rolled his eyes. “Hey not everyone can be like me.” Stiles said with a wink.“Remember when we were dating and you wouldfall asleep while I played with your hair.” That earned a smack upside his headfrom Lydia and a growl from Scott.

 “Not helping.” Scott spat out.

Liam watched as Malia scrambled up into Scott’s lap and theyseemed to be having a conversation just by looking at each other. He continuedto look around the room and found Mason and Corey sharing a love seat quietlywhispering about something and occasionally looking at him. He didn’t even wantto know what was crossing their mind, last time it ended up with him being setup on a blind date. Quickly looking away, as to not make eye contact, he sawStiles rubbing his head while Lydia just looked at him with a raised eyebrow.Next he came to Gabe and Nolan, both were completely content to sit on thefloor next to each other slightly touching. He rolled his eyes again, god theywere in such denial about their feelings for one other. When he looked at theempty spot next to him on the couch he began to get worried. Theo, being thecontrol freak he was, was never late. Two second later the door flew open and Theobreezed in making him sigh in relief.

“Sorry I’m late, Derek and I ran into some complications.”He explained to everyone.

“Everything all good?” Scott questioned.

Theo nodded and hopped over the back of the couch landing inhis usual spot next to Liam. “What are we watching this week?” Theo askedsounding tired as he settled into the soft cushions.

Lydia named some romance movie he had never heard of andgroaned internally. When it was Lydia’s turn, she always picked some movieabout love that had at least one steamy scene. Which Liam would then have tosit though and try to control his heartbeat and chemosignals so nobody elsecould catch on to his feelings for the chimera next to him. It sucked. Themovie had been playing for maybe 30 minutes when the first make out scene tookplace. The air seemed charged with sexual tension between all the couplesmaking it hard for Liam to breathe. He noticed Theo’s leg moving closer to hisever so slowly but wouldn’t dare to move or look at him. Gravity seemed to bepulling them together. The space between them got smaller and smaller as themovie went on passing two and then three hot scenes.

Theo’s leg finally rubbed up against his and it tookeverything in Liam not to gasp. A spark of electricity had radiated up his legand started a slow burn throughout his body. His breathing started to pick upand he quickly looked around making sure no one noticed. He felt Theo’s fingertips at the back of his neck, barely touching him making goosebumps break outover his skin. He slowly turned his head to look at Theo and found him alreadylooking back at him intensely. His heart skipped a beat and through the softglow from the tv he could see Theo’s lips turn up in a smirk. Asshole knew whathe was doing to him.

“Oh my god just make out already!” Malia howled. Both heTheo jumped apart as blood rushed to his face.

“What?” He found himself asking.

“Gabe, Nolan, seriously… we’ve been trying to let you figureit out but if I have to sit here all night and choke on your sexual tensionAGAIN, I’m going to rip my own throat out.” Malia said looking at the two onthe floor. Liam let go of the breath he was holding and finally let air in tohis lungs jumpstarting his heart. He saw Scott look at him with a raisedeyebrow but everyone else seemed too engrossed at the blushing boys on thefloor to notice his internal crisis.

“I’m gonna head home early tonight, mom hates being homealone when dad works the late shift.” Liam murmured as he stood up and wavedgoodbye to everyone. Theo stood up with him.

“I’ll give you a ride little wolf, I’m beat.” He said on ayawn. Again, Scott caught his eye and just smiled. He scowled back and silentlyfollowed Theo out to his truck.

Something in the air changed, it became charged at thethought of being alone with Theo after what had just happened inside. Before heeven had a chance to react, Theo had him pressed up against the truck with hislips pushed against his and his tongue demanding entry. Liam let him in stillnot quite sure what was happening. Theo growled and nipped his lip, “Kiss me.”He demanded and dove in again. Liam slowly lifted his hands and knotted them inTheo’s hair at the back of his neck as he did just that. Minutes later theycame up for air when they both jumped at the sound of clapping. Looking towardsScott’s front door Liam saw everyone standing on the porch.

“So much better than a movie.” Mason said with a huge smile.

“About time. Literally I don’t know how many more romancemovies I could have watched.” Malia spat out.

Lydia just smiled, “If it wasn’t this one, I would’ve gotthem next time with the Notebook.” Everyone chuckled and Liam slammed his headagainst Theo’s shoulder trying to hide his face.

“They were planning this?” He whispered softly so only Theocould hear. Or so he thought.

“YES!” Everyone with supernatural hearing yelled back. Theojust snickered and nudged his chin up to softly peck his lips, his cheek, andthen his neck.

“Home?” He asked Liam.

“Home.” He nodded in return.

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Thank you! I hope you like what I came up with!

XO - K

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The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 27) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Hospital Days”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Isaac Lahey, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Noah Stilinski, Dr. Dunbar, Liam Dunbar, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Cora Hale, Derek Hale & Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: I love this chapter. Stiles is always the one sleeping at the hospital and fretting over other people, it felt nice to show how many people would show up and would be distraught if something happened to Stiles.

Summary: Stiles was brutally attacked on the Fourth of July. It was now July 7th and he still laid in a coma in Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital.

Chapter Twenty-Six - Chapter Twenty-Seven - Chapter Twenty-Eight

"Hey mom, what's up?" Scott said, as he answered his phone, standing in Allison's living room with Allison and Y/N.

"Scott, you need to get Y/N and get to the hospital right now. Stiles was attacked." Melissa McCall replied through the phone, her voice shaking.

"What? What do you mean? Is he okay?" Scott's entire demeanor changed, he struggled to keep his rage and his fear bottled up.

"The Sheriff just brought him in, you need to get here. Now, Scott!" She shouted before hanging up.

You rubbed your hand over your forehead, dragging all the little hairs tickling your face back. You leaned back in the chair next to his bed, staring at him. It was the middle of the night and the hospital was quiet. The nursing staff had kept him alone in a double occupant room, and Melissa had kept fresh blankets and pillows on the other bed in case you wanted to sleep there, but it had been two days since the attack and you had slept in the chair, slumped over next to him, every night. You looked at your phone: 3:58AM, July 7. Officially three days of Stiles being in a coma. You shoved your phone back into the pocket of your slouchy cardigan.

You leaned forward and rubbed the top of his right arm, seemingly the only part of his body that wasn't covered in deep cuts or gauze. "Please wake up." You whispered to the unconscious boy in front of you. "Stiles, I have no idea what I'm doing... I really need you to wake up." You wiped a tear away off your cheek, and stared at Stiles, still motionless, still comatose. You sighed. 

You continued talking to him. "You know, when all of my friends from high school went away to school, and I left NYU and suddenly I was all alone, I used to drive down to this private beach about fifteen minutes from my old house. It overlooked the Throgs Neck Bridge and the Long Island Sound and New York City. It is this really amazing view and it's secluded and quiet. I would just drive down there and sit by myself and hope for the day when I had someone in my life that I would want to share moments like that with... Going to Vista Point and the Golden Gate Bridge with you the night of our second patrol felt a lot like going to the beach back home. It was a relief... like, I finally found my person..."

You sighed again. You had no idea if he could hear you talking to him. You leaned forward, resting your chin on the edge of the bed, and staring up at him. "You can't take that away from me, Stiles. I just got you. It's only been six months. I was supposed to have years, Stiles. Years and years and years with you. That's what we've talked about and I have got to say, you know I have some serious abandonment issues so you really, you have to wake up. You cannot leave me like this."

You sniffled, rubbing the back of your hand against your nose, and then went back to hold the top of Stiles' arm. "Seriously, Sti, you have to wake up because I am just one of, like, a million people who depend on you every day and our lives will be ruined if you're not in them. My life will be ruined." You stood up and walked away, trying to compose yourself, and trying to stifle the growing feeling of panic. You walked back over and stood next to his pillow. You ran your fingers through his messy, brown hair.

"I won't get over this. Your dad won't get over this. Scott won't get over this. None of the people in your life will ever get over you if you die, so you have to dig in now, Stiles. You have got to start finding your way back to us." You walked back over to the chair next to his bed, and sat down, taking his hand in yours again. "I can't sleep... I can't sleep without you and if you die, I'll never sleep again. Please, Stiles, I love you." You rested your head against his arm and wept, eventually falling asleep on the edge of his bed.

The light had just started to peek through the cracks in the blinds when Sheriff Stilinski opened the door to his son's room. He placed his hand softly on your shoulder. You were sleeping, with your head resting on your hands, on the edge of Stiles' bed; his hand tucked under yours. 

The Sheriff surveyed his son. Stiles had a long gauze dressing attached to his neck. He looked at the dressings on the palm of his right hand and the underside of his forearms: defensive wounds. He looked over at his left hand which had been placed in a waterproof blue and orange cast. You had asked the doctor to alternate the colors for Stiles because when he woke up finally, he would be less distressed by his broken hand if it reminded him of his beloved Mets. The Sheriff smiled when he heard his son's girlfriend forcefully ‘requesting’ the doctor acquiesce to her demands about the cast. He knew that under his blankets, Stiles had dressings over his shin, and his torso, over his liver and intestine. The Sheriff sighed, and nudged your shoulder.

"Y/N... wake up... it's Noah." He whispered, not wanting to startle you. "Y/N.."

"Is he awake?" Your head shot up. You had been by his bedside night and day since the attack on the Fourth of July. Stiles had hit his head when the creature who attacked him threw him to the ground outside of his front door, and the swelling in his brain hadn't subsided completely yet, leaving him in a coma.

"No... he's not." The Sheriff sighed. "But you should go home and shower, eat something. Allison and Scott are outside. Allison will take you home and Scott and I will call you if anything happens. I promise."

You nodded reluctantly. You didn't want to leave Stiles for even a second but you thought that you would give the Sheriff some time alone with his son. "I'll come back around dinner to relieve you?" You asked.

"Sounds good, kid." The Sheriff tried to force a smile, and brought his son's girlfriend in for a long hug, tears swelling in his eyes as he held the small girl.

You leaned over and kissed Stiles on the lips, accidentally nudging the oxygen tubes attached to his nostrils. You readjusted them, and leaned into his ear. "I'll be back later. I think your dad really wants you to wake up for him, so try to do your best." You kissed his cheek and walked out of the room, watching the Sheriff take your place next to the bed.

Allison walked into Y/n’s room to see her sitting on the floor, surrounded by the crime scene photos that she had demanded Parrish give to her, at the foot of her bed. She saw Stiles' hoodie, the one he gave Y/N the night of their second patrol together, laying on top of one of Y/N’s pillows. Allison choked back tears. She understood how Y/N felt. If Allison ever lost Scott, she wouldn't know what to do. She was afraid, Stiles was her friend too, and she and Y/N had become very close in a very short amount of time. 

You looked up when you heard Allison open the door and Allison saw her new friend with tears streaming down her cheeks. Allison rushed over to your side, pushing the photographs away, and embraced you. She felt you shaking, trying to catch your breath as you sobbed into Allison's shoulder.

"It's all my fault." You managed to get out in between pants and sobs.

"It's not. Stiles would never want you beating yourself up like this. They got six people that night, and it was just shit luck that Stiles happened to be one of them. He has always been tough. He'll come out of this." Allison reassured you. "He loves you and he would never want to leave you. He'll come out of it."

You lifted your head from Allison's embrace and picked up the photos. "I'm horrible at this. I don't know what to look for. He would know exactly what to look for in these pictures. He would find something that would help." You threw them towards the middle of the room.

"Parrish, Lydia, Mason, Corey and my dad... they are all looking for clues in the pictures and at the crime scene, they'll find something. I swear."

Your phone began vibrating on your bed and your stomach sank. You scrambled to get your phone before it went to voicemail. "Hello?!"

"Y/N, he spiked a fever and they sent him back into surgery, you need to get back down here." Scott said through the phone.

Allison was standing close enough that she heard the exchange. She grabbed her keys off the dining room table and looked at you. "Let's go."

Isaac, Cora, Malia, Lydia and Derek got to the hospital the same time as you and joined you and Allison in the elevator. No one spoke a word. They all just tried hard not to watch you as you attempted to compose yourself. The doors opened and you ran towards Scott, Liam, Melissa and the Sheriff.

"He's okay, sweetie." Melissa stopped you from running into his empty room. "He's still in surgery. Doctor Dunbar is closing him up right now."

Your knees shook, and began to buckle. Isaac, standing behind you, grabbed your arm and helped keep you standing up, by pulling you against his chest and hugging you tightly. "What happened?" You asked as you caught your breath.

"The patch on the perforation in his intestine tore and he spiked a fever because bile was filling his abdomen. They caught it quickly, they fixed it and he should be okay." Melissa explained. "He's going to be in post-op for a few hours but they'll bring him back to his room before rounds tonight."

"I see Stiles has quite the crowd again tonight." Doctor Dunbar interrupted Melissa, as he walked through the doors from the procedure wing of the hospital. "He's doing great.... one tough kid, you got there, Sheriff." Doctor Dunbar patted Noah on the back.

"How's his head, Doc?" Noah asked.

"The swelling has decreased significantly today. Hopefully he'll be coming out of it soon." The doctor reported with a smile. You looked at Scott and he opened his arms to you for a hug, a slight and hopeful smile coming across his face. You embraced your best friend.

"Thanks Doc." Sheriff Stilinski shook Liam's dad's hand, then turned to his son's best friend and girlfriend and hugged them both at the same time.

Isaac, Cora, Malia, Lydia, Derek, Liam and the Sheriff had all gone home for the night, after Stiles finally got wheeled back into his room. You resumed your spot next to his bed, and Scott and Allison were sitting on the empty bed, pushed against the wall, across the room, watching you and Stiles, not wanting to leave you alone that night.  

"It's been four days, Scott." Allison whispered to her boyfriend. "She's slept here every night, and I can't get her to come home with me."

"I know. I don't know what to say to her. There is nothing to say. I mean, Stiles is my best friend but I'm not in love with him, I don't know how to make her feel better about this, when I feel like shit about it all too." Scott shook his head, and raised his voice a little. "I hate this so much. He's my best friend... if he doesn't wake up, I don't know what I'm gonna do. We were all so worried about the supernatural around here, that we forgot that not all of us are indestructible." Scott hopped off the bed and walked towards Stiles.

"Do you want to sit here?" You offered, trying to be conscious of not stepping on anyone else's toes.

"No, it's okay, stay there." Scott reassured you. "How are you holding up?"

You stared up at Scott. "I don't know... I miss his voice, you know? He'd be cracking jokes if he were awake. He would know what to do or what to say.. he always has a plan." Scott nodded.

"You know that if something were to happen to him, you'd still be a part of the Pack, and you'd still be my best friend, right, Y/N?" Allison mentioned from across the room, hopping off the bed and following Scott towards Stiles' bed.

"Yea." You said, your eyes getting red with tears, nodding.

"She's right, you know. You've become one of my best friends over this past year." Scott reiterated. "The Pack would be lost without you."

"I don't know if that's true. It would definitely be lost without him though." You squeezed Stiles' bandaged hand gently.

Scott glanced at Allison, who was yawning, and watched her climb back into the empty bed across the room.  

"Do you want me to stay up with you?" Scott asked you. You shook your head, and went back to looking at Stiles.

Scott followed Allison to the empty bed and wrapped her up in his arms. They dozed off holding each other. You fell asleep, your head against Stiles' leg, shortly after. 

The morning broke, marking the fifth day since Stiles' attack. Scott woke when he heard someone whispering in the room. He opened his eyes and saw Lydia standing on the other side of Stiles' bed, speaking softly to him. She was brushing her fingers through his messy and greasy hair.

"I'm right here, Stiles. After all we've been through, you can't do this. Come back to me." She whispered, her voice shaking. Scott fidgeted enough to wake Allison but not to catch Lydia's attention.  "Stiles, do you want me to scream? Will that bring you back? Just come back." Lydia left her face inches from his, but pulled back when Stiles twitched.

"Oh my god, did you see that?!" Scott leapt off the bed and ran towards Stiles, waking you up. Stiles twitched again.

"Stiles? Stiles, it's me... It's Lydia." Lydia said louder, rubbing his arm.

You stood, darting glances around the room, until you saw Stiles' hand twitch again. "Ugh..." A small moan slipped from his lips.

"Allison, go get my mom!" Scott yelled, as his girlfriend raced out of the room.

"Stiles?!" Lydia craned her neck to get her face over Stiles'.

Stiles let out another moan. You were shaking. You were suddenly feeling out of place because of Lydia. Another pained moan escaped from Stiles' mouth. Melissa burst through the door. "What's going on?" She asked.

"He's waking up, I think..." Scott said, frantic.

"Scott, come take some of his pain... quick." Melissa demanded of her son, as she stepped past Lydia to check Stiles' vitals. Scott walked over next to Lydia and held his best friend's hand. He winced as the immense amount of pain that Stiles was in coursed through his own veins. Stiles moaned again.

"Stiles, what are you trying to say?" Lydia asked.

"Y/N..." Stiles barely got your name out of his mouth before he finally opened his eyes. He searched the room, wincing as he slowly moved his neck.

"What'd he say?" Lydia asked the others in the room.

"Y/N..." Stiles repeated, more substantially this time.

"Oh my god." You covered your mouth and stepped forward to Stiles, tears streaming down your face.

"Lydia..." Allison placed her hand on the strawberry blonde girl's shoulder, and pulled her away from the bed. Lydia had tears in her eyes, part joy, part sadness, part humiliation.

"I'm gonna get the Sheriff." Scott ran out of the room to look for Stiles' dad.

"Hi..." Stiles whispered, as he curled his fingers around your hand and saw your face for the first time in days. A tear fell down his cheek as he looked up at the girl he loved. "Ow.." He winced.

"Don't move." You laughed softly, and wiped the tears off your chin and cheek. "I love you, Stiles Stilinski. I love you so much." You whispered as you leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips.

"I.... love.... you.." He managed in between labored breaths.

Sheriff Stilinski burst through the door, with Doctor Dunbar in tow, and began crying as he saw his only son finally awake.

"Dad..." Stiles whispered.

"I'll kill you if you do this to me again, Stiles. You hear me?" Sheriff whispered to his son. Stiles nodded softly. The Sheriff pressed his forehead against his son’s. It was the picture of relief.

"I'm okay.. I'm okay, I swear." Stiles said, turning his head to look at you and his Dad. “I’m okay, right?”

"Why don't we all clear out for a few minutes and let me run some tests?" Doctor Dunbar gestured to the door, and then ordered Melissa to start taking his vitals.

Word had spread that Stiles had woken up and the Pack began to form in the waiting room. Malia, Liam and Hayden were the first to arrive, followed shortly after by Parrish with breakfast sandwiches and coffee for everyone. Derek, Braeden, their new baby, Isaac and Cora arrived and offered a much needed distraction from the tension in the waiting room. 

You, Noah, Scott, Allison and Lydia sat in the waiting room outside of Stiles' room for hours, waiting for him to come back from a CT scan and the countless other tests that they then had to run. They wheeled him back into his room, and Melissa emerged with a message.

"He's doing well. The swelling has gone down almost completely, and the patch on his intestine and his liver are holding nicely. He can't talk much because the cut he got on his throat nicked his larynx a bit, it'll heal on it's own but he's not going to be holding any lecture series any time soon. I mean, I’m sure he’ll try, but he’s not supposed to." She announced.

"Can we see him?" The Sheriff asked, standing in front of his friend.

"He asked to see Y/n." Melissa told the crowd.

Noah nodded his head, and gave you a pat on the back. He understood that his son wanted to see the girl he loved for a minute alone. 

You opened the door and quietly closed it behind you. You saw Stiles open his eyes and furrow his brow. He feebly lifted his non-casted hand and you rushed over to him, tears streaming down your face. You gently placed both of your hands on his cheeks, avoiding any places where he had been cut, and pressed your lips against his. It was a wet and salty, greedy and emotional kiss. He smiled softly and lightly held your arm with his fingers.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered, his voice cracking.

"No, no, I am, if I hadn't left my notebook, you wouldn't have had to go back."

Stiles interrupted you. "Stop. It wasn't your fault." He stared at you with his big, brown eyes, and tried to reassure you that you were not at fault. "I'm sorry I scared you. I promise I am never leaving you."

"I am so in love with you, Stiles." You told him, your head pressed against his upper chest. He wrapped his arm around you, wincing in pain over the IV tugging in his right hand. He didn't care, he wanted to hold you.

"I am so in love with you." He whispered back.

You stayed like that for a few minutes until you finally stood up, wiping the tears off your face, and looked at him. "I'm gonna go get your Dad and Scott." Stiles nodded slightly.

The three of them walked into the room and saw Stiles picking at the dressing on his neck. "They're gonna tie you down if you don't leave that alone." The Sheriff joked at his fidgety son's expense. Stiles smiled at his dad, who came over to embrace the beaten up boy. "You know, she basically never left this hospital room. I think she was in it more than you were." Noah glanced over at you and smiled.

"She's pretty great." Stiles whispered, and Noah nodded in agreement. "Scotty?" Stiles said aloud. Scott approached the bed. "You okay, buddy?" Stiles asked.

"I'm supposed to ask you that." Scott said, holding back tears of joy over his best friend's recovery. Stiles grinned. "I'm okay." Scott told him.

"Buddy, your mom said that my stuff is in the closet over there." Stiles whispered, his voice hoarse and raspier than usual.

Scott grabbed the clear plastic bag full of Stiles' belongings from the cupboard by the bathroom and placed it on the table next to Stiles' bed. "What do you need?" Scott asked.

"My keys." Stiles lifted the hand with the cast around it.

"Are you insane?! You're not going anywhere." Noah raised his voice.

Scott fished the bloody keys out and placed them in Stiles' hand. "Y/N..." Stiles summoned his girlfriend over. "I remember what happened."

"We don't have to go over that now." Sheriff Stilinski said, grabbing his sons toes at the end of the bed. “We can get your statement later.”

Stiles placed the keys in your hands. "No, we do, I remember... It had wings..."

"What did?" You asked, furrowing your brow, and glancing at Scott and Noah.

"The thing.. it had wings. That was the missing piece." Stiles' voice cracked. "And then before I passed out, I opened my hand and a flash of white, warm light came from my keys." His voice got less and less strong the more he spoke. He stared up at you, hoping that was enough to go on.

You looked at Stiles' keys in your hand. You thumbed the small lamassu figurine, smudged with Stiles' blood. "I think I know what it is."

26 <- -> 28

I hope that was worth the pain and suffering of thinking that I would ACTUALLY KILL STILES. come on guys. I just fucked him up real good. Next chapter we finally get a name to what almost killed our little Mieczysław. Let me know what you thought and if you’d like to be tagged.

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Monuments to America’s Racist History Toppled Amid Mass Protests

Confederate monuments celebrating the United States' racist history are coming down in several states after being targeted by protesters over the past week.

— June 4, 2020 | DemocracyNow.Org

Monuments celebrating the nation’s racist history are coming down in several states after being targeted by protesters over the past week. On Wednesday, the city of Philadelphia removed a statue of the city’s former racist police chief and mayor, Frank Rizzo, just days after protesters attempted to topple it and light it on fire. Philadelphia Mayor Jim Kenney said, “The statue represented bigotry, hatred, and oppression for too many people, for too long.”

In Virginia, Governor Ralph Northam is expected to order the removal today of a statue of Confederate General Robert E. Lee from the state Capitol grounds in Richmond after it was vandalized during the protests.

In Birmingham, Alabama, protesters toppled a statue of Confederate officer Charles Linn and vandalized a monument known as the Confederate Sailors and Soldiers Monument. Following the action, Birmingham Mayor Randall Woodfin ordered the rest of the statue to be removed.

In Nashville, Tennessee, protesters toppled a statue of Edward Carmack, a racist politician and newspaper publisher who incited violence against Ida B. Wells for her reporting on lynchings.

Three Other Officers Involved in George Floyd’s Killing Charged and Arrested

Minnesota Attorney General Keith Ellison has filed charges against all four Minneapolis police officers involved in last week’s killing of George Floyd, which sparked ongoing nationwide protests. A charge of second-degree murder was added against officer Derek Chauvin, who was already facing a third-degree murder charge for kneeling on Floyd’s neck for eight minutes and 46 seconds while Floyd pleaded for his life. The other three officers present were charged with aiding and abetting the murder. Chauvin was arrested last week. The other three officers — Thomas Lane, Alexander Kueng and Tou Thao — are now in custody. Keith Ellison, Minnesota’s first African American attorney general, announced the charges on Wednesday afternoon.

Attorney General Keith Ellison: “Let me be honest here. I mean, our country has had — has underprosecuted these matters, in Minnesota and throughout the country. And so I think the trust is a result of historically not holding people who are public guardians accountable for their behavior in situations where we should have.”

A memorial service will be held today for George Floyd in Minneapolis. On Wednesday, his son Quincy Mason Floyd welcomed the charges against the officers.

Quincy Mason Floyd: “I am happy that all the officers have been arrested. My father should not have been killed like this. We deserve justice. That’s all I have to say.”

200+ New York Mayoral Staffers Demand “Radical Change,” Police Budget Cuts

Mayor Bill de Blasio holds a media availability at New York City Hall on Wednesday, June 3. (Ed Reed/Mayoral Photography Office)

Two-hundred thirty-six current and former staffers for Mayor de Blasio signed an open letter calling on him to live up to the promises of reform that initially drew them to work for him. Read about the effort here. Below is the full text of the document:

An Open Letter to Mayor Bill de Blasio

We are former and current de Blasio Administration staffers.

We came to the Mayor’s Office from different places and walks of life, but we all shared a common goal: to work for a fairer, more just New York City.

None of us joined the de Blasio Administration believing this mayor would be radical on criminal justice policy. That was apparent from the moment he hired Bill Bratton to be his police commissioner. But we saw in Bill de Blasio a chance for real change.

He made his opposition to “Stop and Frisk” a pillar of his run for the mayoralty. He spoke passionately about his duty as a parent to make New York City safer for his Black son and daughter. He called for cuts to the City’s jail population, and for the closure of Rikers Island.

It was our hope that these words were a starting place. That we could push the Administration further to reform New York City’s racist criminal legal system. That together we could create real, lasting change for a City and police department that have failed Black and brown New Yorkers, generation after generation.

Our time in the Mayor’s Office showed us that the change we had hoped for, and fought for, might never come.

We saw up close the Administration’s unwillingness to challenge the abuses of the NYPD—the Mayor’s refusal to fire Daniel Pantaleo for choking the life out of Eric Garner, the continuation of the failed “Broken Windows” policing strategy that criminalizes our Black and brown communities, the rejection of even basic accountability measures like making information public about police officers accused of misconduct.

We saw how, while crime rates are at record lows, the Administration has continued to pour money into the NYPD budget—which is now almost $1 billion larger than when de Blasio took office—heightening the over-policing of Black and brown communities.

We saw how the Mayor refused to end the use of solitary confinement, which took the lives of New Yorkers like Kalief Browder and Layleen Polanco, in the City’s jails.

We saw the aggressive push for the construction of new borough-based jails, at a cost of $9 billion, despite activists’ cries to invest that money in jobs and alternatives to incarceration.

The chasm between Mayor de Blasio’s promise to reform the criminal legal system and the actions of his Administration has only widened in the past year.

De Blasio expanded the City’s cooperation with Immigration and Customs Enforcement, which wages war on our immigrant communities.

He joined with police and prosecutors as they demonized the progressive bail and discovery reforms that activists and advocates spent years lobbying for in Albany.

He sat by as thousands of our fellow New Yorkers remained locked in cages on Rikers Island, while a deadly virus raged inside its jails.

And these past long days, as New Yorkers have taken to the streets demanding an end to the racist policing that humiliates, maims, and kills Black New Yorkers, he stood with the very police who perpetrate that violence.

Many of us marched at these protests. We’ve all seen the images and read the stories. Crowds of cops swarming over a single protestor, raining down blows with their batons. Protestors rammed with police cars. A rampaging cop throwing a protester to the curb, sending her to the hospital with seizures. A cop drawing his gun and pointing it into a crowd. A cop macing a defenseless young man with his hands in the air. Cops covering their badges so they could act with utter impunity.

What was the Mayor’s response? He said that the NYPD had “acted appropriately.” That police had “shown a lot of restraint.” That he “was not going to blame” officers who were trying to deal with an “impossible situation.”

And while the Mayor did attempt to walk back some of his comments on Sunday morning, by Tuesday he had implemented an 8:00 PM citywide curfew, an unprecedented attempt to silence New Yorkers’ cries for justice.

We have joined together in writing this letter because we could not remain silent while the Administration we served allows the NYPD to turn our City into an occupied territory. Our former boss might not hear the cries for justice from Black and brown New Yorkers, but we do.

We are demanding radical change from the Mayor, who is on the brink of losing all legitimacy in the eyes of New Yorkers.

1. Reduce the NYPD operating budget by $1 billion in Fiscal Year 2021, and reallocate that money to essential social services, including housing support and rental relief, food assistance, and health care, in alignment with the demands of the NYC Budget Justice campaign.

2. Immediately fire all NYPD officers found to have used excessive force—or to have covered their badges—at protests.

3. Release the names and official disciplinary records of all NYPD personnel who have been accused of using excessive force, covering their badge numbers, or other misconduct.

4. Appoint an independent commission, in the vein of the Knapp and Mollen Commissions, composed of civil rights attorneys, journalists, and activists, including abolitionist organizers, to investigate the response of the Mayor’s Office and the NYPD to the May and June 2020 protests against police violence.

We are also calling upon all former and current staffers of conscience to stand with us in our call for change.

We all chose to serve for a better New York. Stand with us now and demand justice—for George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Tony McDade, and Ahmaud Arbery. For Eric and Erica Garner. And for all Black and brown New Yorkers.

Signed,

Aarati Cohly, Aaron Ghitelman, Aaron S., Abdul Hafiz, Abe E., Abigail Cook-Mack, Aileen Almanzar, Aisha Pasha (Public Engagement Unit), Alacia Lauer (Mayor’s Office of Criminal Justice), Alejandro Cintron (Mayor’s Office of Immigrant Affairs), Alex F. (Public Engagement Unit), Alex Washington, Alexandra R., Alexis H., Alyssa Lott, Amanda Clarke, Amen Ra Mashariki, Amrita Dasgupta, Amy Furman (Mayor’s Office of Recovery and Resiliency), Andrea H., Andrew Schustek, Angela Sherpa, Angela Lascala-Gruenewald, Angela Terry, Angie Carpio (Mayor’s Office of Criminal Justice), Anthi Markatos, Anthony Jackson (Mayor’s Office of Creative Communications), Arelis Hernandez, Ariel L., Ashe Mcgovern, Ashley C., Ashley Dinzey (Gracie Mansion), Ashley Putnam (NYC Office of Workforce Development), Audrey Crabtree-Hannigan (Office of Research & Media Analysis), Ayesha D., Ayesha I., Ben Kantor, Ben Sarle (Mayor’s Press Office), Benita Miller, Benjamin Mandel (Mayor’s Office of Sustainability), Bianca Guerrero (Mayor’s Office of Policy and Planning), Brad Raimondo (de Blasio for Mayor 2017), Brandon G. Brandon West (Mayor’s Office of Management and Budget), Brandt Hamilton (Mayor’s Office of Speechwriting), Brian Erickson (Mayor’s Office of Housing Recovery Operations), Brian Johnson (Mayor’s Office of Management and Budget), Bridgit Donnelly, Camara Cooper (Mayor’s Office of Immigrant Affairs), Cara F., Carly Fleming (Public Engagement Unit) Carlyn Cowen (Mayor’s Office of Contract Services), Catherine Almonte, Cathy Pasion (Mayor’s Office of Sustainability), Chai Jindasurat (Mayor’s Office of Management and Budget), Charlette Renault-Caragianes, Christopher Collins-McNeil (Mayor’s Office of Intergovernmental Affairs), Colin Stayna-Wynter, Cristina Gonzalez (Mayor’s Office of Appointments), Cristine K. (Mayor’s Office of Immigrant Affairs), Curtis Cravens (Mayor’s Office of Recovery and Resiliency), Daniel B., Daniel Backman, Daniel Edelman, Darren Martin, David Vincent Rodriguez (Mayor’s Office of Immigrant Affairs), Deena Patel, Diana G., Dina Rybak, Dina Simon, Dorothy Suchkova (Mayor’s Office of Criminal Justice), Douglas Nam Le (Climate Policy and Programs), Eden T., Elisa Gahng, Elizabeth Olguin, Ellen P., Elvin Garcia (Mayor’s Community Affairs Unit), Emily Apple, Emily Preuss, Emnet Almedom (Mayor’s Office of Economic Opportunity), Eric G., Erika Lindsey, Esai Ramirez (Mayor’s Office of Immigrant Affairs) Essence Franklin (Mayor’s Office for Economic Opportunity), Esther Rosario, Eve Grassfield (Office of the Deputy Mayor for Strategic Policy Initiatives), Ezra Cukor (CCHR), Felicia H., Frances Chapman, Gabriela Martins (NYC Census 2020), Gagan Kaur, Giulianna S., Gloria Medina (Mayor’s Office of Immigrant Affairs), Gwendolyn Litvak, Hanif Yazdi (Mayor’s Office of Immigrant Affairs), Hannah Shaw (Mayor’s Office for Economic Opportunity), Harrison N., Helen Ho, Hermanoschy Bernard, Hina Naveed (Mayor’s Office of Immigrant Affairs), Ian Hanson, Ifeoma Ike (Young Men’s Initiative), Irina Tavera (NYC Census 2020), Jacqlene Moran (Mayor’s Office of Recovery and Resiliency), Jacqueline Crossan, James N., Janie K., Jasmine Fernandez, Jason Spear (Young Men’s Initiative), Jean Bae, Jen Samawat (Office of the First Lady of New York City), Jenna Tatum (NYC Mayor’s Office of Sustainability), Jennifer Scaife (Mayor’s Office of Criminal Justice), Jennings Louis, Jeremiah Cedeño (NYC Census 2020), Jerry Bruno, Jessica Woolford (Mayor’s Office of Immigrant Affairs), Jesús Alejandro C., Joi Rae, Jonathan Soto, Joseph Desimone (de Blasio for Mayor 2013), Joshua C., Juana Silverio, Julie Kim (NYC Census), Julie W., June Glover, Karen Coronel (Mayor’s Office of Appointments), Kate Bernyk, Kate Van Tassel, Katerín Fernández (Office of the Deputy Mayor for Health and Human Services), Katie Unger, Kimberly P., Kristen Grennan, Kunchok Dolma (Mayor’s Office of Immigrant Affairs), Lacey Tauber, Leah R., Leigh Shapiro, Lexi I., Lilly L., Lily K., Lindsay F. (Mayor’s Office of Operations), Lindsay Mollineaux (Mayor’s Office of Data Analytics), Lindsay Scola

— New York Daily News | By Shant Shahrigian | June 03, 2020

— Shant Shahrigian covers politics for the Daily News. He was previously an assistant city editor for the paper, and has also worked for outlets from the hyperlocal Riverdale Press to Germany’s international broadcaster, Deutsche Welle.

[blaineandsamevanderson]

Title: Caring is an Act of Maturity Ch. 3

Author: @blaineandsamevanderson

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Ship: Liam/Theo, Mason/Corey

Rating: PG

Summary: Set after 6x19, speculating on something that might happen in 6x20, with regards to Theo’s ability to take pain. AU now that the finale has aired.

For @purplehoodiesandleatherjackets

Whole fic on AO3: HERE

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Things settled down fairly quickly in the aftermath of the final battle.  Most people in town seemed appalled by their own actions, while others retreated into denial, pretending nothing had happened.

Still, some good was coming from the new normal.

Derek, Braden and Cora decided to stay in Beacon Hills and, given the gutting of his department, Sheriff Stilinski offered them jobs.  Braeden, already happy with her job, turned him down, but the Hales accepted.  Chris Argent agreed to a part time position with the department as well.  Stiles had advocated for a job of his own, but his father wanted him to return to Quantico to finish training there.

Agent McCall put the kibosh on that idea.  Apparently, the training co-ordinators were not pleased with Stiles’s mysterious mid-raid disappearing act.  Though Derek’s name had since been cleared, Stiles was no longer welcome in the program.

The French Hunters dispersed quickly, though Isaac and Danny remained., as did Jackson and Ethan.

The McCall pack was bigger than Liam had ever seen, not that this was a bad thing.  

At home, Liam’s parents were a little surprised by the sudden appearance of Theo, but they rolled with it when they found out he didn’t have anywhere else to go.  Plus, he was a really good houseguest.  He helped with the dishes, kept his room clean and was quiet and respectful.

Basically, Liam’s folks adored him.

Liam liked having Theo around too…maybe more than he would like to admit.  The Chimera was smart, funny, a worthy video game opponent…but wow, was he ever distracting.

The first night Liam brought Theo home, he’d almost been amused by how happy the other boy was to take a hot shower.  The Chimera spent a good 30 minutes in the bathroom and when he finally finished, Liam was waiting to tease him, but the comment died on his lips.

Steam billows out of the bathroom as Theo emerged, damp chest glistening, wet hair tousled.  He wore a towel sling low around his hips and Liam choked a bit, eyes darting from the heat flushed cheeks, down to a droplet of water rolling along the curve of one pec, down solid abs until it was finally absorbed in the towel…right near the cut V of his pelvis.

Liam stared long and hard before shaking himself and practically leaping to his feet, muttering about food.

Every day since, he’d managed to bump into Theo in a similar state of undress and Liam’s nerves were starting to fray.  He wondered if anyone noticed, but he thought he was keeping s kid on things pretty well.  After all, as a teenage boy, he was used to unexpected, unexplainable trips to bonerville.  

The softer moments though, those were what Liam knew would be his undoing.  Seeing Theo sitting on his bed, reading, quiet and content.  The soft brush of Theo’s hair against his hand.  Hearing Theo singing along to some silly song on the radio with Liam’s mom while he helped her with dinner…Each little moment made Liam smile and his heart skip.

Nights were harder though.

At night, he often heard soft whimpers and cries from Theo’s room and he couldn’t help but investigate.  The other boy seemed to know he was there and quieted, comforted by Liam’s presence.

Tonight, the nightmares seemed to be worse than usual.  Without thinking, Liam stroked Theo’s fluffy hair back from his face and the other boy immediately jerked away, skittering back, curling against the wall and hugging his knees to his chest, eyes panicked.

“Hey, it’s just me,” Liam said, not wanting to further spook Theo.

Slowly, the older boy relaxed, still tee and curled in on himself.  “Sorry, I….”

“Had a nightmare,” Liam concluded, settling down on the bed.  “C’mon.  You’ll sleep better if you’re not alone.”

That was how they ended up sleeping together on a fairly regular basis.  Among the pack, a few eyebrows were raised and it was Jackson who pointed out, “You two are all over each other, scent wise.”

Liam was pretty sure it was Lydia who smuggled pamphlets about safe sex into his back pack…or maybe Ms. McCall.

The pamphlets going into detail about how 2 guys have sex, those could only have come from Stiles.  His giggles were a sure give away in retrospect and Liam wished he’d had the forethought to check his bag as they left the pack meeting.

Instead, he’d just dumped his bag out onto the bed during a search for a pen.  Theo was in the room of course to see the pamphlets that landed atop the pile of books, all bold text and bright, non-threatening drawings.

‘Why Lube is your new best friend!’

‘So you want to find your prostate (or someone else’s)!’

‘The ins and outs of going in an out!’

Wide eyed, Liam snatched up the damn pamphlets, going red in the face.  “Damn it, Stiles!” he muttered, trying to shove them in a drawer, out of sight.  “I swear, I’m gonna start putting a padlock on my bag….”

His voice trailed off when he saw Theo’s face, a moment before the other boy began to laugh.

“Oh, it’s good to know I’m not the only one,” Theo wheezed, opening his bag and displaying an array of pamphlets.  One in particular made Liam gulp.

‘Bottoming for Beginners!’

Licking his lips, Liam cast a look at Theo and asked, “You don’t seem freaked out that they think…you know….”

“I’m not,” Theo replied, stepping closer.  “Are you?”

“No!” Liam almost yelped, then took a breath, steadying himself.  “No, I just wish…they wouldn’t try to be helpful.  It’s kind of horrifying.”

The slow smile that crept across Theo’s face made Liam’s stomach flip in a very pleasant way.  “Oh, I don’t know…I read some of the literature.  It was far less traumatic than when I Googled ‘How to have gay sex’.”

Liam’s eyes grew wide at the idea of Theo looking into that on Google.  “Oh my God!” he exclaimed, unable to hold back his laughter.  “I…I bet that was….”

“So much porn,” Theo agreed solemnly before his composure broke and his laughter joined Liam’s.  “So much truly disturbing porn.”

For several minutes, all they could do was laugh, nearly doubled over, clinging to each other in order to keep upright. Each time Liam felt like he was getting a hold of himself, he would meet Theo’s gaze and think of what kind of results that Google search had produced…and he would lose it again.

“Oh man,” Theo wheezed, head falling forward to rest on Liam’s shoulder.  His hair brushed Liam’s neck, achingly soft and smelling of Liam’s own shampoo.  The contact sent shivers through Liam, sobering him and her brought up a hand, cupping the back of Theo’s neck, thumb brushing along the other boy’s jaw.

In a matter of moments both boys quieted, the only sounds in the room their quiet breathing.  Theo raised his head, looking searching into Liam’s eyes.  He was so close, the skin under Liam’s fingers so warm and vital….

Later, neither could say who moved first, their lips coming together in a surprisingly tender kiss.  Liam’s fingers slid up, burying themselves in Theo’s hair as the taller boy’s hands fell to Liam’s hips, one wrapping around to press at the small of his back, pulling him closer.

As far as first kisses went, it was pretty epic…or would have been, had Liam’s mom not interrupted them, shouting up the stairs to let them know dinner was ready.

Still, it was a hell of a kiss…and held the promise of far more to come.

    TBC…….maybe?  IDK, is this a good place to end it?

[potrix-the-queerschlaeger]

Transformation Troubles

A/N: For @auripigmentum, who wanted something inspired by this. I’m currently somewhere around the middle of season five, so I’m using (some of the) season five characters here, even though the ficlet’s set in the (unspecified) future.

Scott sighs for the tenth time in about as many minutes, sprawled in the loveseat by himself with mournful look on his face as he fiddles with his phone. He turns on the screen, then swipes his thumb across it, taps something, and sighs again, deep enough to tip over the pillow next to him.

“Okay, what?” Liam snaps, earning himself a raised eyebrow from Hayden. He smiles at her, apologetic, and does lower his voice so he won’t wake the baby sleeping on her shoulder. “Just spit it out, man.”

“He has separation anxiety,” Stiles says as he, finally, walks into the room, loosening his tie with one hand, and clapping Scott on the back with the other. “How long has it been since the last text, buddy? An hour? Two? What is Kira thinking?”

He dances out of the way, cackling, when Scott scowls and swats at him, making grabby hands in Hayden’s direction. “Gimme my beautiful wolf spawn.”

“I still can’t believe you’re a parent,” Mason blurts.

Liam nods in agreement, then grins when Stiles levels a look of mock hurt at him. He points a finger at Liam, which wouldn’t be intimidating under normal circumstances, but is especially non-threatening when he’s cradling a drooling baby against his chest while doing it. “FBI. That’s where I work. Like an adult. The adultiest of adults.”

“Clearly,” Derek says, deadpan, as he comes out of the kitchen. He deposits a tray of mugs and a plate of cookies on the coffee table, and moves to stand by Stiles, their arms touching. “Very mature.”

Stiles beams, completely ignoring the sarcasm. “You know it, hot shot.”

Derek doesn’t smile, exactly, but Liam’s pretty sure he’s wearing the expression that means he really wants to, but doesn’t want to give in to Stiles’ Stilesness. “Now that everyone’s here,” he says instead, with a pointed glance at an entirely unapologetic Stiles, “grab a mug, and drink up.”

Mason grimaces. “Do I have to? I’m still human, in case you forgot? No shifting for me, anyway. The curse didn’t work on me, right?”

“Better safe than sorry,” Stiles chirps, grabs a mug, and promptly chokes on his first sip. “What the fuck,” he complains, gagging. “Derek, c’mon.”

“Please don’t drop our child,” Derek says, long-suffering, before taking a mug of his own. He downs his in one big gulp, because he’s a show-off, while Stiles pouts at him.

The stuff is really vile, though; viscous, bitter, lukewarm, yet still bubbly, somehow. But Liam can feel it doing its job right away, crowing a soft, “Yes,” as he pops his claws for the first time in nearly a week.

Everyone else who can is shifting as well, a general aura of relief settling over the room. Derek’s in his full wolf shift, already wiggled out of his clothes and crowding Stiles—who’s sat down on the floor with Jamie—to scent the baby. Hayden flashes her eyes at him when Liam glances over at her, and he winks backs cheekily, making her roll her eyes, and Mason call them, “Gross.”

Then Scott yells, “Ow, shit,” and jumps out of his chair, frantically scrabbling at his left hand with his right.

Liam—and Mason and Hayden as well, going by their wide eyes—holds his breath, hoping, but they’re out of luck; Jamie wiggles in Stiles’ arms, smacks his lips a couple of times, scrunches up his face, and starts wailing.

Stiles groans. “Damn it, Scotty.”

“Sorry!” Scott says, loudly, over Jamie’s screaming. “But it hurts!”

He holds up his hand, and Liam can’t help it, he starts laughing when he sees Scott’s ring finger; it’s still entirely human, unlike the others, already starting to turn blue where his wedding ring is cutting off circulation. It looks ridiculous.

“How about you, you know,” Mason says, wiggling his own fingers, “shift back?”

Scott blinks, as if that hadn’t even occurred to him. “Oh. Yeah, right.”

Derek makes a chuffing sound, clearly amused, even though Jamie is furiously tugging at his fur, still crying noisily.

“Like this has never happened to you,” Scott scoffs, flopping back down in his chair. He purses his lips when Derek sits up and puffs out his chest, showing the ring hanging on a chain around his neck. “Whatever. At least I still have opposable thumbs,” Scott smirks, teasing, and grabs a cookie.

Without ever taking his eyes off Scott, Derek opens his mouth, waiting. Stiles, without looking away from Jamie, takes a cookie and holds it out to Derek, who takes it from him gently, looking entirely too smug for someone who doesn’t currently have eyebrows.

“Okay, screw you,” Scott says, and throws his hands up in the air when Liam, Mason, and Hayden all start laughing. “All of you. You’re the worst.”

Liam throws a cushion at him. “You love us.”

“Not right now,” Scott mutters, but he doesn’t complain when first Liam, then Hayden, and eventually Mason all pile on him.

Stiles, however, does complain when their combined weight breaks the armchair.

[hard-satin]

Orphans (4.06)

Masterlist

“He’s going to be okay. Stiles and Derek took him to a sort of werewolf doctor.” I assured Liam as he asked me about Brett as we walked past the locker room looking for Scott.

“Dad, really it’s okay.” Scott stood down the hallway talking with his father. Liam and I hung back and listened in.

“I should have been here. I told you I would be at the games.” Agent McCall told him.

“This was just a preseason scrimmage. I didn’t even tell you about it.” Scott told him.

“But I promised your mom I’d be around so she could pick up some double shifts at the hospital. I should have been here.” He argued.

“You’re here now.” Scott reassured him. The cops came down the hallway leading the crazy bitch away. Something seemed to catch Agent McCalls attention because he chased after her with Noah a second later. Liam and I rounded the corner to talk to Scott as the adults disappeared around the corner.

“Where’s Kira?” Scott asked us.

“Gone.” I told him.

“She took off as soon as Stiles told her about Lydia cracking the second part of the deadpool.” Liam added.

“Her mom’s on it.” Scott realised.

“Everyone’s on it.” Liam told him.

“You’re not.” Scott pointed out.

“Not yet. There’s still another third right.” Liam pointed out.

“Look we’re going to make it through this. Maybe not everyone on the lists, but our pack will. We’re going to be looking out for each other. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” I assured him. He nodded.

“Guys I just overheard my dad. We need to get into Garrett's locker.” Scott told us. We both ran back to the locker rooms that had since been cleaned out. Liam stood watch by the door while Scott and I made our way over to the locker.

Scott pulled off the lock with ease and then opened it to reveal a gym bag filled with cash.

“Did you find anything?” Liam asked.

“No. Nothing.” Scott told him before I could say anything about what we’d just uncovered. I gave him a disapproving look, but didn’t contradict him.

-

The next day I met Liam outside his house as he came out in his running clothes. He started stretching on his front porch. He jumped when he noticed me standing on his lawn.

“What are you doing here?” He asked me confused.

“I told you I’m going to be watching out for you.” I told him.

“Well I’m about to go on a run with Mason.” He informed me.

“I know. I’m coming too.” I told him. He opened his mouth to say something else but inevitably closed it when he realised there was no point.

Liam and I ran to Mason’s house and he met us out front. He smiled and greeted me warmly. I smiled back at him. I genuinely like Mason. The three of us took of at a slow pace into the woods. Mason was going on about how Liam and him were friends with the orphans.

“It’s not just that we were friends with them, they were using us. For their cover. I mean professional killers were using us! How are you not freaking out about that?” Mason asked. I could tell Liam was freaking out, his heartbeat was way too fast for the pace we had set.

“Trust me. I am freaking out.” Liam told him before he just took off.

“Liam! Slow down!” Mason called after him.

“Liam!” I called but he just kept running. Mason looked to me.

“I’ll go get him.” I assured Mason taking off after Liam.

I ran around the bend in the track just in time to watch Liam get hit by a car. I ran to his side. He was bleeding but nothing too serious. He was already starting to heal. I turned to face off against whoever it was only to catch a blade in the face. I rolled away from Garrett as the wolfsbane laced cut on my face burned. He turned back to liam, raising the blade to plunge it into his center.

“No!” I yelled at him throwing myself between them. Taking the blade in the arm. My world was starting to go dark.

“Liam run.” I tried to tell him. I could no longer move. I watched through blurry eyes as Garrett finally brought the blade to his skin.

“I’m sorry.” I told Liam as I lost consciousness.

-

I jolted awake as my body became submerged underwater. I broke the surface gasping for breath. Liam was across from me. The water was shallow enough for me to stand and I launched myself into his arms.

“I thought he was going to kill you!” I told him as I clung to him. He held me tight.

“You’re worth twenty million dollars. If he was going to kill anyone, it would be you.” Liam told me. I chuckled weakly. The effects of the poison were not lost on me. I examined the cut on my arm. I was deep. The one on Liam's stomach didn’t look good either.

“Help!” I yelled up the well.

“Scott is anybody there?” Liam yelled. We continued yelling for another couple of minutes. Either someone heard us and was on there way, or more likely no one heard us at all.

-

Hours passed and I could feel myself getting weaker by the second. Liam was fairing only slightly better than me.

“We need to climb out.” I told him, my voice hoarse and weak.

“I don’t know if I’m up for that.” Liam told me.

“We have to try.” I insisted taking hold of the wall and trying to get up.

Our progress was slow but we were making it. I was almost halfway up when my strength gave out. I fell back from the wall. I felt my head crash against part of the rock before my body was deposited in the water. I closed my eyes. I didn’t have the strength to pull myself above the surface.

I felt the last of my breath leave my body. Then two strong arms wrapped around me and pulled me from the water. I choked and gasped for breath in Liam’s arms.

“You’re okay. I have you.” Liam told me as he held me. He brought his hand to the back of my head and it came away soaked in blood.

“Go. Liam, you have to go.” I told him still unable to move most of my body.

“I can’t just leave you.” He argued.

“I’m going to die either way. I can’t heal with this poison in me and I’m loosing a lot of blood. I promised to protect you, this is how. You have to go.” I told him.

“No. I’m staying with you.” He told me.

“You’ll die if you stay.” I warned him.

“Then we’ll die together.” He assured me.

-

I was in and out of consciousness for the next couple hours. Everytime I opened my eyes Liam seemed to be in worse and worse shape.

“You know you don’t have to be sad for me.” I told him when I opened my eyes again.

“What?” Liam asked.

“We both know I’m dying. We both know I don’t have much time left. But you could. I want you to go. For me okay.” I begged him.

“No. I can’t. You’re too young. You can’t die like this.” He told me.

“I wouldn’t be the first of our pack. It would give me peace knowing that you had a chance.” I told him nodding to the wall. Liam started crying. He shook his head back and forth.

“Liam, I grew up bullied by kids at school. Hell even by my own father. This life gave me power. It shaped my world. My mother and father are both dead, but the pack means I still have a family. Liam, you are my family now. Let me die so you can live. Let me die for my family.” I begged him. Liam’s resolve seemed to harden. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to let my weak body float in the water. But he pulled me closer.

“Hold tight okay. You can do that.” He assured me as he wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. He moved over to the wall as I clung to him like a spider monkey. He started moving up.

“Liam. Just leave me.” I begged. I knew he would have a better chance if I stayed behind.

“You said it yourself Jamie. We’re family. Family means nobody gets left behind, or forgotten.” Liam told me. My brows furrowed at the familiar comment.

“Did you just quote Lilo and Stitch?” I asked him.

“Mason got to pick the movie for our last movie night. He really likes disney.” Liam admitted. I chuckled softly, it quickly turned into a cough.

“Take it easy okay. We’ll be out of here in no time.” Liam assured me.

We were steadily ascending. When Liam grabbed onto a loose stone and his hand slipped. So did I. I fell from his back, but his hand reached out and grabbed my arm. He screamed at the strain. It turned into a deafening howl as he pulled me back to him. He was tearing at the wound in his center with every effort to pull me back to him. Somehow he did it. I clung with all the strength I had as he continued climbing. He was slower and shakier than before, but we were still going up.

We were so close when I felt him losing all his strength. I knew what I needed to do. I let go of my hold on him.

“No!” He screamed grabbing hold of me again.

“Liam, you won’t make it if you have to carry me.” I warned him.

“Then we won’t make it.” He told me.

“Don’t be stupid Liam.” I pleaded desperately. I watched as he let his last hand slip from the wall. I screamed, but we didn’t fall. A hand reached out and grabbed Liam’s at the last second. I looked up into Scott’s beautiful glowing red eyes.

Scott lifted us from the well. He sat Liam at the edge. He was still holding me. I looked up at the younger boy as I felt the adrenaline from the climb recede.

“Thank you.” I told him. He smiled in relief at me. I felt Scott’s arms wrap around us both as I lost consciousness.

-

I woke up to a sharp pain in my chest. Deaton was standing over me and there was a yellow mist floating away from me. Liam lay to my side. I could tell he was breathing fine. He bore a similar cut in his chest. Scott stood over me his arms on either side of my head. I reached up and held his wrist, nuzzling my face into his forearm as tears escaped my eyes. I was overcome with joy. I had thought I would never see him again.

“I can’t keep watching people die.” He said leaning down to place a kiss on my forehead.

“I’m not sure you have much choice in that.” Chris told him.

“That’s a lot of burden to carry Scott.” Deaton warned him.

“I don’t care. No one else dies. Everyone on that list. Everyone on that deadpool. It doesn’t matter if they’re wendigos, or werewolves, or whatever. I’m going to save everyone.” Scott declared.