#And Scott says the first time they met Derek saved his life which is wrong

[noyzinerd]

Pretty much.

However, details are a little fresher in my mind since I just finished it, so I thought I might clear some things up. The only changes I would make are:

It's stated 3 separate times that Allison's daggers are dipped in wolfsbane, which is why they had to use the flare on his stomach stab wound and why Argent said Scott had like 4-6 hours left to live

I'm pretty sure Scott and Lydia weren't at a cemetery in the beginning, but instead at the old, abandoned Japanese internment camp where Allison was stabbed by the oni (although I could be wrong about that)

Eli and Scott couldn't leave the lacrosse field because it was lined with mountain ash, not because it was an illusion

Some extra things I feel are important to point out though, are:

That the picture would randomly be grainy between shots because you could tell they were using different cameras between scenes.

A lot of continuity errors on lore that deviated from the show that are hella numerous (and in my tags)

Despite there being a death in the pack, Lydia didn't scream and it's been hammered in that the dead don't always stay dead

Parrish says he can't burn the Nogitsune without burning his friends, yet somehow he didn't burn his pants while entirely engulfed in flames

There's a scene in which Scott is talking to his mom at the hospital in front of an elevator and the lack of fucking elevator door continuity in the back is kind of funny

A Comprehensive Bitch-Fest of the Teen Wolf Movie

Alright guys, as promised, here is the comprehensive text post of the Teen Wolf Movie. 

Under this cut will contain a pretty extensive plot (for those of us who don’t want to watch the movie). I’m gonna do another post under this one with my personal thoughts, and some fun little bones to pick with Mr. Davis surrounding canon (or lack thereof, as it were) and uh. Plot decisions all around. 

Most importantly, though, THERE WILL BE SPOILERS! If you haven’t seen the movie, and you don’t want spoilers, PLEASE DO NOT LOOK UNDER THE CUT! 

I’m sure there won’t be much anyone hasn’t seen, yet, but I digress. 

⚠️HERE BE SPOILERS!⚠️ 

Keep reading

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hiiii!! I'm looking for any fics where Stiles is married to/sold to one of the Hale's, and he's expecting it to be horrible but it's actually better than he expected?

I looked through pending asks and didn't see anything like this, but I definitely could've looked over it, so please ignore me if its already there!

thank you in advance! :))

I sure do.

To Market, To Market by SylvieW

(13/13 I 28,332 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is kidnapped by the Argents, who try to mold him into the “Ideal Omega.” The only way to escape is to mate an alpha he’s never met. Is Derek Hale the solution, or will Stiles be exchanging one prison for another?

The Land of Firsts and Seconds by loserchic

(52/52 I 72,226 I Expiicit I Sterek)

"Marry me." Derek says. "Come on, you stubborn asshole! Give me one good reason you shouldn't marry me."

Stiles is a transient single omega in times of political change and social upheaval. When new 'Omega Protection Laws' are passed Stiles is forced to choose between being mated or sent to government omega camps until he can be assigned a mate. Frightened, Stiles returns home after nine years of having no one and nothing to call his own where he reunites with his childhood best friend, alpha Derek Hale. Derek is now a pillar of the community and a wealthy land owner with a wife and a young daughter. With the passing of the new laws Derek offers to take Stiles as his second wife to save the omega from a life of uncertainty and danger. Stiles reluctantly agrees and now he must come to terms with his new place as the lesser wife of a powerful public figure, and all the unfinished business between him and his former best friend. All Derek knows is after years of confusing estrangement, Stiles is back and he doesn't want to ever loose him again. But can Derek keep Stiles when the omega knows deep down he'll always be second in Derek's life?

A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse

(29/29 I 115,506 I Explicit I Sterek)

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

[gege-wondering-around]

Why Derek has the best 'Alpha arc'

Basing this on the show and the movie too Derek had been all the 'types' of werewolves, going through at least once all the eyes colors.

Yellow: is the base color werewolves get when they are first turned or when they are born

Blue: after he 'accidentally' kills Paige in his teenage years after trying to turn her into a werewolf

Red: after he kills Peter and steal the power from him to avenge Laura who had been killed by Peter to get the Alpha status

Blue: he loses the alpha status after he heals his sister Cora form a mistletoe poisoning (he takes so much of her pain that not even the Alpha strenght can keep up and 'dissapears' in order to save Derek's own life since if they take too much pain from others they could die)

Yellow: when kate de-aged him and he was left with his eyes from before he met Paige, but he slowly regain his blue

Evolved omega: altho his eyes don't change colors he can now fully tunr into a wolf

Red: during the movie in the last scene, when Parrish burn him and the nogitsune he turns into a True Alpha

Derek went from your typical bad guy that wants revenge, power and blood to your tough gentle guy who is very wise and considerate of others.

He started off as probably one of the worst Alpha on the show and became one even for the wrong or worst reasons:

He went around biting teens to build himself a pack to help him fight the Alpha pack and two of the three he bite ended up death (yet he still care for them all but his way of teaching them their 'new nature' wasn't the best and despite it was the only way he knew he could've done something more, but since they are his betas he inevitably cares about them and from a simple pack bond it becomes something more personal, cause in the end he cared for them for who they were and loved them for just being themselves)

He killed his uncle to gain the Alpha status for getting revenge and to fulfill his greed for power (that he thought maybe could help him heal or feel fine again but it never happened)

He put others in danger to achive what he wanted (like when he got Scott and Stiles to help him kill/hunt Peter)

But from being this big crappy man he lost his powers - that he literally made a bloody bath to get - to save his sister, to save the little family he had left.

He started to understand more the people he had around and who they were, he started to care for them genuinely. He was worried sick for Stiles bein possessed, cared for his betas (whoever was left) and had more interest in ensuring his friends' safety. His FRIENDS!

He started to see people - Scott, Stiles and the others - as his friends and not someone that would eventually betray or use him and that somehow cared for him too - even if most of the time he was thrown around like a fighting doll.

And then he remained an omega and evolved into a wolf, an actual wolf and saved the day - generally speaking.

He went from 'I'm gonna kill you' to 'I care for you' which is a lot for a character like Derek. Someone who went through years of pain and sorrow, having almost no one at all to rely onto and left to deal with whatever Kate did to him and with the guilt of getting his family killed - which isn't is fault!

And then we got the movie:

He has a son, Eli, whom he loves and cares for throughout the entire movie and I'm sure he was a great dad, maybe a little strict and traditional-minded on a few things, but definitely a good and caring father

He almost get killed and when he's fine and the wound on his neck is sealed, he 'dies' protecting his son - or better to say, stepping in the way of a sword

He helps the Sheriff with cases when at the beginning he was one of the few who wanted Derek in a prison - whether supernatural or a simple prison cell

Ans then, at the end, he sacrifice himself to save everyone and gets burned alive which turns him into a TRUE ALPHA!

This whole build up of events, of development and changes, going from bad to good, from a reckless and greedy man to someone one would look up to, a wise man who had seen enough and doesn't want others to live what he lived.

And like the Sheriff said

I have never seen anyone take the kind of punishment that Derek Hale took… And kept taking… In order to protect the people he loved.

He died burning alive, he died like his family did. Burned alive.

And this is worthy of a True Alpha. He sacrificed himself for everyone's sake and after his whole life was hell he wnet through with yet again another round of pain and tears. He had to leave his son alone to save him!

And he could've just let Scott get burned and stayed with his son but Derek was so selfless that he decided to take the burden upon himself once more.

Derek is the best Alpha in teen wolf - show and movie - and he's actually worth of being called a true alpha cause he earned it over and over and over again, he learned and become better, he healed and become a better person and leader. He earned his title as True Alpha.

Derek deserved, earned and is worthy of the True Alpha status and it costed him his life and his time with his son, and for what?

The people he saw as his family and he chose them above himself.

He did it for the people he loved.

[trollprincess]

Watched the Teen Wolf movie.

… well, that happened.

I read a spoiler-free review a couple of days ago that was like, “You have to have seen the show before to know what’s going on,” but I’ve seen every episode, like, ten times at this point and I was still asking myself what the fuck was going on multiple times.

This feels like something Jeff Davis wrote on a napkin when he got bored and then didn’t edit. Like, it’s one thing to be like “Lydia left Stiles and he’s off ‘fighting his own fires’, whatever the hell that means.” You can’t get Dylan back, you can’t get him back. Whatever. But why the hell is Derek saying so many very, very dim things? That “your eyes!” line is funny, but it makes him sound like they put a Stiles line in his mouth. Melissa and Argent are in multiple scenes together and I literally had to stop myself and try to remember if they even *spoke* to one another. Are they together? Who the fuck knows? “Did you tell your mom?” doesn’t tell me shit. Maybe they are, maybe they’re not. There’s just so, SO much of this.

Addendum: I mean … Adrian? Really? Seriously?! What, did he get picked out of a hat?

Addendum, part two: Does Eli have a personality? He has no mom so he only has Derek who talks to him like he just met Eli yesterday, he’s on the lacrosse team but in Beacon Hills which guys aren’t, he has no friends that we see, all he does is steal Stiles’s jeep. Oh, and he’s got past trauma from seeing Derek wolf out, but JD can’t write people dealing with past trauma to save his life. That ending is hilarious because “teen” and “wolf” are literally the only two things I know about Eli. At all. I mean, he seems very nice, but it’s not enough to make me want to watch a new show about him. At least Scott had Stiles and lacrosse within that first episode.

So much of a two-and-a-half hour movie had me going, “Okay, that could have been written better.”

I said, “Well, that was A Choice,” out loud twice during the movie, which is two times too many.

Okay, I want to preface this by saying it is NOT a criticism. Crystal Reed is 38. She has had a little work done, which there is absolutely NOTHING wrong with. *However*, these actors are all notably older than they were during the show, which makes sense given they AND THEIR CHARACTERS have aged. So are we just handwaving Allison’s aging? I mean, she’s clearly physically *not* a teenager, but is Allison supposed to have come back as one? Okay, fine, we dangled some keys over the Nemeton and now Allison’s back? I just …

The fact that there are at least two characters who are like, “I haven’t used my powers at all in the last fifteen years!” is annoying as balls. I just have a hard time believing that overachiever Lydia is really going to let her banshee abilities slide. I feel like the Lydia I know, over the course of fifteen years, would have been able to send a dart into the bullseye through an open bar door from a block away from absurd amounts of practice. She might not have been fighting monsters the same way she had in high school, but STILL.

Jackson could have not been there and the flimsy plot would have still worked, and yet Colton was enjoying himself immensely in a way everyone but maybe Ian was not. Also, Jackson and Ethan are still together! Awww. Wish we could have gotten two and a half hours of that.

NGL, I laughed when Derek died. It was mostly because I could see the strings. Which I probably shouldn’t be able to, but I could see “well, he’s Superman now and we can’t bring him back for more movies and episodes” tugging that little plot point into position. To be fair, you can’t really have the character walk that plot point into existence when you’re writing him from minute one as if he banged his head off something.

Scott and Allison … just … can we stop for a second and go back to that question of where she’s at when she comes back? Because I feel like we’re going back to the issues with Malia when she returned from being in coyote form for years, except in that instant she lived those years. And it was still problematic for her to be having sex with Stiles and going to regular high school classes. Allison hasn’t been *alive* for fifteen years. She hasn’t even been a CORPSE. She’s been ash in an urn. And now she’s back after dying when she was a teenager, and it’s just back with Scott and everything’s normal? Come on. Come ON.

Meanwhile, Malia and Parrish. I’m fine with that. Provide that man as many fitted uniforms and fireproof underwear as he needs to rip and/or burn off.

I’m mad about Hikari, because I’m sure she’s great, but also it feels like they wrote Kira in and then when Arden wouldn’t do it they erased Kira and drew Hikari in but without giving her much to do as a person instead of a kitsune. (And if she and Liam were together together, then let them be? I don’t fucking know at this point.)

I know this sounds like I didn’t like the movie, and that’s because I didn’t, but also I appreciate it being so badly written because watching badly written things makes me throw things and shout “I can write better than that!”, and in this case I have a first draft inspired by Teen Wolf crossed with Yellowjackets which I can direct my annoyance at.

[princeescaluswords]

The OP is completely right in most of what they say, but they seriously underestimate fandom's racist hypocrisy. Let me reinforce their points with some more observations.

Scott should've Believed Stiles instead of someone he just met.

Theo was hardly a stranger. By the time that Theo told his story about Stiles murdering Donovan, Theo had literally helped save the life of every member of the pack: Scott and Kira in Creatures of the Night (5x01), Lydia in Dreamcatchers (5x03), Malia in A Novel Approach (5x05), Stiles in Strange Frequencies (5x07), Liam and Hayden in Ouroboros (5x08).

This is the same fandom that also hates Scott for not trusting or listening to Derek after Derek had helped saved Scott's life in Season 1, regardless of all the other things Derek did and the fact that Stiles didn't trust Derek.

Scott should've believed Stiles; he's always right.

This one is enraging because Stiles himself argued that Scott should reject him for killing Donovan to Theo in Strange Frequencies (5x07). If Stiles is always right, isn't he right about Scott rejecting him being the correct thing to do? And if he's wrong, how can he always be right?

Scott should've understood Stiles because he had killed before so there's nothing to blame Stiles about.

This, I think, refers to both Scott's desire to kill Peter to get the cure and by Scott's plan to poison Gerard which -- last time I checked -- didn't kill either one of them. The first assumption, which is completely illogical, is that desiring someone's death is the same as killing them, a fallacy disproved by the Sheriff in Damnatio Memoriae (5x12). The second assumption, of which no evidence exists in the show, is that switching out Gerard's cancer medication for mountain ash was an assassination attempt which failed. Not a single character expressed surprise that Gerard was still alive.

Stiles was going through a lot so Scott should've just understood.

This is the essence of fandom racism. As OP pointed out, Scott was going through a lot, too, including Hayden dying 100 feet away from their conversation in Lies of Omission (5x09). But it's only what Stiles is going through that matters, because Stiles is white. There's no other explanation.

The teen wolf fandom hates Scott McCall:

Honestly, I love teen wolf but the fandom pisses me off to the core because of their hatred for Scott McCall.

(It doesn't surprise me though, it always happens with shows that have POC as the main character)

And listen to me, Scott doesn't have to be your favorite (he's not my favorite character) but the things people say about him are ridiculous.

The amount of videos people make about Scott and Stiles' fight and the comments blaming Scott exclusively baffle me.

Let me tell you about the amount of bullshit people make up about Scott. I've heard the following statements (I'm sure there's more but I'm only thinking about S5 right now):

1. Scott should've Believed Stiles instead of someone he just met:

Scott didn't just meet Theo! The show clearly states that the three of them were childhood friends so why do people insist on believing that Theo was a stranger. HE WAS NOT. And even if he was, Theo was looking for a pack, Scott was just trying to help someone who was in danger for not having a pack because lone wolves are in danger of dying in the Teen wolf universe. Did you see the show? That's why the alpha twins were so desperate to be accepted by Scott!! Scott didn't want someone who he met in his childhood to be left alone and die.

2. Scott should've Believed Stiles, he's always right:

Contrary to what a lot of Stiles Stans believe, he's not perfect or invincible, he's not right all the time either. He's the same character that accused Derek of being a murderer, he's the same character that thought Liam was cheating in Lacrosse. He's the same character that kept making insensitive jokes about Isaac's abuse.

Why is it so difficult for people to understand that STILES IS AN AWESOME CHARACTER WITHOUT BEING PERFECT?

His flaws make him interesting and realistic (and before you come from me, Stiles is in my top 3 of favorite characters so no, I don't hate him, in fact I LOVE HIM).

3. Scott should've understood Stiles because he had Killed before so there's nothing to blame Stiles about:

Believe it or not I saw someone saying that Scott had KILLED someone when the fight happened and their comment had 300+ likes from people who clearly didn't watch the show.

Let me clarify. I will never, NEVER blame Stiles for killing Donovan because he was defending himself and my poor boy was scared, he didn't have another option.

Yeah, that's clear... BUT WHY ARE PEOPLE suddenly saying that Scott killed?

One of the reasons why Scott kept his status as a true alpha is because he refused to kill (even when they deserved it).

I saw some people calling out the person for saying that bullshit and they proceded to say that Scott has indirectly killed someone.

By that logic EVERYONE HAS KILLED SOMEONE.

4. Stiles was going through a lot so Scott should've just understood:

Scott was going through a lot as well. His girlfriend at the time (Kira) was loosing control. His asthma came back, his beta with anger issues was loosing control as well.

HE WAS KILLED THAT SEASON! SCOTT LITERALLY DIED and his mother had to bring him back!!

I think people forget that Scott was a TEENAGER trying to do his best.

That fight was originated by poor communication skills projected by BOTH characters (Scott and Stiles).

Scott asked!! He asked and Stiles kept being secretive so why is it only Scott's fault? Scott was trying, Stiles was trying, everyone was but somehow you guys blame Scott only.

And, ultimately it was THEO'S FAULT!! He's the villain in that season NOT SCOTT (And I'm saying this as someone who loves Theo).

If you dislike Scott that's your problem, your opinion and it's fine. We all dislike characters, but stop making up bullshit to fit your twisted narratives about him.

[ascottywrites]

AO3 History

That list that I, for some reason, think is valid enough to share. My personal Ao3 History. 

Saddle up. The inner interests of my brain are kind of all over the place. 

The Basement by My_Write_Life (Wip: 25/? | 40,696) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Stiles doubles back to the Argent’s house to free Erica and Boyd before making it back home. In which Stiles, not forgetting all about Erica and Boyd very much remaining in the basement saves them, Derek and Peter killing Jackson does make him go through the process of rebirth but he is brought back human and not a werewolf. Allison and her family go through the very legal repercussions of abducting three teenagers and Scott and Stiles friendship is put on hold because of that. Derek’s still the alpha.

Strip by Fessst (Wip: 12/? | 54,439) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

"Singletail whip. Your favorite, isn't it?" Red. Stiles felt nauseated as he bent over the bench. Red. The tremble only increased when his wrists and ankles were secured with leather straps. Red. He heard the Dom behind him give a sample crack of the whip in the air. Red. This would likely pierce his skin. So fucking Red. "What's your safeword?" Red. "Stiles?" "The... the stoplights, Sir."

When Your Back’s Against the Wall by A_Diamond, Michicant123 (Complete: one-shot | 11,976) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Fifteen years ago, the country of Beacon was shaken to its core when three slaves murdered most of the royal Hale family and one of the politically powerful Argents in the course of a single night.

Six years ago, Stiles Stilinski was forced to grow up fast and hard when his dying mother, herself a freed slave, left him at the head of an abolitionist revolution.

Two months ago, beloved princess-to-be Allison Argent was assassinated; three weeks ago, Stiles was caught and charged with her death.

Five hours ago, he was sentenced to serve the remaining Hales—tyrannical King Peter and reclusive Prince Derek—as a slave for the rest of his life. In a palace where the only people who may hate him more than the king are the ever-present family of the woman he’s convicted of murdering, the best he can hope for is that death will only be a few torturous years away.

Caution: swallowing dick may lead to injury - memoirs of a size queen

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raeupchen (Complete: one-shot | 7,115) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

“Derek, can you give me my phone? I want to document this memorable moment,” Stiles said, before making grabby motions in the direction of his phone. Derek – unable to deny the other man anything – gave him the device before sitting back in his chair. He only raised one eyebrow when he saw what Stiles was up to. Apparently ‘documenting this memorable moment’ meant for Stiles to take a selfie and post it online. He showed Derek the picture with the caption ‘Dick sent me to the ER’.

soulmates tbh by bleep0bleep (Complete: one-shot | 1,423) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated Teen and Up] 

"It’s been five months," Derek says darkly. "Why am I still getting these proposals? You know these are probably all fake marks."

Five months since the paparazzi had snapped that photo of him with the overzealous fan tugging at his shirt, five months since millions of people on the Internet realized that the birthmark revealed was in fact, the mark, five months Derek was inundated by claims from people who desperately wanted him to believe that they were his soul-mate.

Cornerstone by Vendelin for foreverblue_navy (Complete: 6/6 | 83,738) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

The Triskelion Mafia - Volume I by JamesAlexander (Complete: 10/10 | 20,834) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Derek Aletto saw his family being killed in front of him. Years of ruling the underworld of the organized crime were flushed down with the flames and the shot of a gun. Sixteen years later, under the name of the Triskelion Mafia, the family is back, leaded by Derek. He keeps his most trusted people close, for the Argento family is forever watching, trying to usurp Derek's prestige among the hidden world of New York. And everything seems to go according to plan, until the Argentos set an ambush for Derek's consigliere, Lydia Martini, and in the middle of the rush for survival, she ends up bringing Stiles along with her to the family's hideout.

tipping scales by jdphoenix (Complete: 2/2 | 3,810) Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.: BioSpecialist [Rated Teen and Up] 

An early morning emergency wakes Jemma and Grant.

Slick As A Baby Seal by Faradaze (Wip: 52/? | 131,098) Game Of Thrones: Brimund TarthBane [Rated E]

Tormund is in love/lust. Brienne is repulsed, then intrigued. The story begins shortly after Brienne arrives at Castle Black. This is my interpretation and expansion of the greatest ship that never was. Spoilers for GoT season 6, canon divergent as of season 7.

Rich Man, Poor Man by TyReed (Complete: 10/10 | 58,055) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated M]

During a first date gone horribly wrong, Stiles Stilinksi realizes that the snarky guy he's been asked out by is actually Derek Hale, an heir to Hale Industries, one of the most profitable companies in the entire world. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in the son of a teacher and a cop, a loser who spends all weekend watching movies in his pajamas, and who is also possibly one of the biggest dorks on the Internet.

At the same time, after screwing up their first date horribly, Derek Hale realizes that the funny guy he's asked out is Stiles Stilinksi, the warmest and kindest individual he's ever met in his life, with a family just a loving and caring. Who is, for whatever reason, interested in a guy who screws up everything he does, lacks any semblance of a backbone, and who is possibly one of the biggest history dorks in all of the United States.

These rich and poor men will come to experience a taste of each other's lives, and learn where the real blessings in the world can be found.

Bonds of Blood, Bonds of Family, Bonds of Love by TyReed (Complete: 10/10 | 44,003) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated M]

After being beaten up by a door, werewolf Stiles Stilinksi finds himself bonded to Derek Hale, of the Hale Noble Bloodline. For a scrawny, wimpy, Tainted Bloodline werewolf, Stiles runs away, embarrassed and humiliated as he worries about bringing shame to the Hale Family, and even more shame to himself. Because the Nobles and Tainted just don't mix, never have, never will.

Except, things aren't exactly what they seem.

With the help of the (meddling) Hale family, his adoptive (meddling) human parents John and Claudia Stilinksi, and one very persistent Alpha Derek Hale, Stiles might come to see himself as more than just the blood that runs through his veins, and open his heart to find the happiness, friends, pack, and the family that he'd always wanted.

Matenapped by xcaellachx (Complete: 12/12 | 36,671) Teen Wolf: Sterek [Rated E]

Alpha Derek Hale has known Spark Stiles Stilinski was his mate for over six years. The traumatized Spark had killed the rogue alpha who tried to kill his friend so many years ago and was still scarred by the experience. Now, Stiles was settled in as a magic shop owner and Derek was ready to claim him for his own. The ritual of matenapping was an old but accepted tradition and Derek had his den ready to receive his mate. It was time.

Stiles Stilinski thought Lydia was insane for thinking the sexy alpha wanted to matenap him. He was damaged by his past and determined to stay single so he didn't harm anyone. He kept his magic tightly leashed and couldn't believe that anyone could want him. Not a murderer. Even when the wolf came to see him and touched him gently, winking at him and looking at him longingly, he just couldn't accept it.

Very soon, Stiles wouldn't have a choice but to believe it. Derek was taking his mate and bringing him to his mating den where he would court and woo him until he couldn't help but fall in love with him.

(A/N: This is a lighthearted fic for the most part. This isn't an evil kidnapping/fall in love with your captor type. Not very serious at all, to be honest. Enjoy!)

**I could have sworn I had more eclectic tastes but I guess in 2018 I was firmly about the Sterek. 

[mca-attack21]

Shape Shifted - part 1

Hi guys! This is the next part of the Stiles Sis Fic series based loosely (and even that is generous) off of season two episode two. It can be read as a stand-alone. For the rest of this series and more of my writing, click here. I will be updating at least once a week until the series is finished. Enjoy!

Now that Lydia was home and safe, you allowed your thoughts to drift back to Isaac. You laid on your back and stared aimlessly at the ceiling, wondering what it was that he was about to do, or what he already did. You knew that for him not to be straight forward with you that it must’ve been something that he didn’t think you would approve of. And for him to even be considering it, things must’ve been getting worse for him at home again. 

Your heart pained to think how his father could… anyways. You wished that you could talk him into reporting it, but every time you brought it up he got so defensive. At some point, you decided that if he was going to go through it you would make sure that he didn’t have to go through it alone. Thinking over the past two months, you felt bad for not trying harder to be there for Isaac. No matter how hectic things had been with Scott and Stiles, it wasn’t an excuse. 

You pulled out your phone to text Isaac but were interrupted by a frantic knock at your window. 

Speak of the devil

You opened the window and ushered him inside, “Isaac what happened? Are you okay?”

“I-I think that my father’s dead,” he admitted as his breathing sped up. 

No amount of anything could have prepared you for those words out of his mouth under these circumstances.

“It’s okay Isaac, just breath, tell me what happened,” you said calmly as you led him over to your bed. It took a few minutes to calm down enough to collect his thoughts, but even then you could see the fear in his eyes.

“You won’t believe me,” he decides, pulling away from you and taking a step towards the window.

“Isaac, you know that there is nothing you could say that I wouldn’t believe. Now please, start from the beginning,” you invite him to sit beside you.

He reluctantly begins, “That night in the graveyard, after I was attacked, there was this man. He saved my life and then started talking about these crazy things. He knew about my dad, and told me that there was a way I could protect myself, a way to make sure that I could never be hurt again. And he explained that it wasn’t going to be easy, but that it would be worth it. I didn’t believe him, not at first, but then he showed me. He gave me a choice, and I accepted his offer,” Isaac explained.

“I’m confused, what was it that he gave you?” you asked.

“He - I -,” he paused for a moment trying to decide the best way to explain this to you, “okay, what I am about to tell you, it’s dangerous and you have to swear not to tell anyone,” Isaac looked up for confirmation but decided it wasn’t enough, “Y/n, I want to hear you say it, I want you to swear to me.”

“I swear, whatever you tell me will stay between us. But god Isaac, you’re starting to scare me.”

Instead of telling you with words, Isaac allowed his eyes to show yellow. He was surprised to see that you didn’t shrink back in fear or hate. Before he could explain further, you caught him off-guard, “You’re a werewolf.”

“How do you know about this?” he asked taken aback.

But you ignored him, “You are a werewolf, which makes the man you met Derek Hale, and if your dad is dead, the hunters are going to think you did it. And even if they don’t tomorrow is a full moon,” you realized.

Isaac stared at you in shock, out of all of the reactions he had played through in his mind, this most definitely was not one of them. 

“Isaac,” you said pulling him out of his thoughts, “what happened tonight?” 

“It started out how it always starts, my dad and I were eating dinner and then things escalated until he was throwing things at me. He threw this glass right above my head and it shattered leaving a shard in my cheek, just below my eye. I was just going to leave, but my dad saw me heal, so I ran. He followed me and I managed to ditch him, but then I heard his screams. I circled back, and I could smell his blood, too much blood. So I freaked and came here, I didn’t know what else to do,” he explained as his breathing became more frantic again.

“It’s okay Isaac. Everything is going to be okay, I promise. We just need to go see Derek, he’ll know how to handle this. Come on,” you said as you pulled him up and towards the door. You had him wait in the hall as you snuck into your brother’s room and stole the keys to Roscoe. 

As the two of you backed out of the driveway, Isaac asked, “How do you know about all of this? Werewolves, Derek, hunters? Did he offer you the bite too? Are you one of us?” 

“Not me, Scott. And it is a long and complicated story, but I promise that I will be here to help you through all of this. It might seem overwhelming now, but it’ll all work out, I promise.”

So, the two of you went to Derek’s loft and explained the situation. Derek ordered that Isaac act like normal and lay low until he could figure it out. But outside of that, his curiosity as to what had actually happened was trumping his need to protect Isaac. 

A little annoyed at the alpha, you took Isaac back out to the jeep and decided that you were both going to stay the night at your house. After sticking Stiles’ keys back in his room, you went back to Isaac.

“Okay, so let’s get this straight. Because the police are going to question you once they find your father, so it’s better to prepare now. Your dad and you got into a small argument and you left and rode your bike here. You’ve been here all night and tomorrow morning you will come down and eat breakfast with us so that my father can see that with his own eyes. If they ask about anything else, you don’t speak until you have a lawyer present. They can’t hold you unless there is a witness or you admit to doing something. So after they question you, you come back here and we will figure out how to get you through your first full moon.”

“Okay, I can do that,” he agreed, “How are you so good at this? You’re so calm, while I’m over here completely freaking out.” 

“This isn’t my first rodeo,” you joked. 

“I’m glad that you are here, I don’t even want to think about what I would do without you.”

“Well fortunately, you don’t have to worry about it. Now get some rest,” you said motioning for him to climb in your bed next to you.

The next morning went to plan. You paraded Isaac in front of your dad. Once you got to school, you stayed in Isaac’s general vicinity offering reassuring smiles every so often. When you weren’t with Isaac, you were with Lydia who was trying to adjust to her first day back after being naked in the woods for three days. She didn’t remember anything, which was probably a good thing, but that didn’t help the fact that everyone was staring at her like she was crazy. 

To say that you were relieved when the school day was over was an understatement. If you could get Isaac to stay with Derek past the full moon before the police brought him in for questioning it would definitely be ideal. Now, you just had to make it through practice.

Even as you had that thought though, everything started to go wrong.  First, Scott had been able to sense a werewolf and went through the team one by one until he discovered that it was Isaac. Though before any sort of confrontation could occur, the police showed up and took Isaac away for questioning.

You made your way out to Roscoe where Scott and Stiles were and Scott turned to you, “they took Isaac in for questioning, his dad was found brutally murdered earlier this morning.” After seeing your lack of reaction he added, “but it seems like you already knew that.”

“Did you also know that he was a werewolf?” Stiles spoke before you had a chance to say anything. 

“He is innocent. And possibly in danger, because in case you haven’t noticed tonight is a full moon. So maybe you should be thinking about what we are going to do if they decide to try to hold him overnight.” 

“He’s Derek’s problem,” Scott replied trying to hide the betrayal he was feeling.

“You don’t mean that,” you reply, trying to remember that the full moon was affecting your friend.

“Why not? Maybe this is what it takes for Derek to understand that he can’t just turn innocent teenagers to fuel his power trip” Scott tried to justify, raising his voice.

“Whatever Scott,” you dismissed before turning to Stiles, “take me to the station, I’ll figure this out myself.”

However your brother hesitated not wanting to pick between you and Scott. Having enough of both of them you rolled your eyes, “Fine, I’ll find my own ride,” you said before storming back towards the school. 

“Y/n-” Stiles called after you. 

“Let her go, we don’t need her,” Scott growled. 

“Hey, what is your problem?” Stiles asked defensively.

“If Y/n wants to choose Derek and Isaac over us then we don’t need her, do we?” 

“Careful Scott, you are starting to sound jealous,” Stiles said as he threw his bag in the back seat. 

“I just think it’s stupid that she is defending them and that she lied to us for god knows how long.”

Stiles decided to just keep his mouth shut as he drove the pair to Scott’s house. Meanwhile, you got a ride to the police station from Danny and were sitting in a chair outside his office. You noticed that there was an officer milling around that you had never noticed before which was saying something considering the fact that your dad was the Sheriff. 

You noticed that he ducked into one of the empty offices as your dad came out of the interrogation room, clearly surprised to see you. 

“What do you think you are doing here?” he asked as he let you into his office.

“I’m here for Isaac, how are things going?”

“To be honest with you kiddo, not good.”

“Why what happened?”

“We have a witness that the two of them were fighting last night and then his bike was found at the scene of the crime.”

“And if you looked at it, you would’ve noticed that it had a flat tire, which is why Isaac had to walk to our house,” you explained thankful that you had thought to have Derek take care of the tire earlier. 

“I know he’s your friend, did you have any idea that his father was abusing him?”

Your face fell, if your dad knew that, it meant that he either had a witness or was able to search Isaac’s house. 

“You should have told me,” your father sighed looking disappointed.

“He didn’t want me too,” you tried but you already knew it was hardly an excuse, “but if you know about that, then you should also know that one of the ways his dad punished him was by locking him in a freezer which causes him to become claustrophobic. And locking him in a holding cell would be traumatizing,” you tried to reason. 

“So then what would you propose?”

“Find a way to delay the process until tomorrow. Isaac can stay the night at our house so you can keep an on him, take him into your custody or something I don’t know. He just lost his dad, and while their relationship was … complicated, he was still his dad. This is the last thing he needs right now.”

“Y/n…”

“Please Dad, he’s my friend and he’s innocent.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he concedes. 

“Can I see him?” you ask as your dad is exiting his office.

“He’s in the first interrogation room.”

“Thank you.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you had been holding, and turned the doorknob to enter the room where Isaac had been left alone. 

“How are you holding up?” you asked taking a seat across from him and tossing him a reese's from the vending machine.

“Better now that you are here. I heard you talking to your dad, do you really think that I’ll be able to walk out of here tonight?”

“I hope so, but don’t worry if not I have a back-up plan. Just try to stay calm, I know you are going through a lot today.”

“I can’t believe everything could go wrong so fast, I never wanted this. I just didn’t want to be afraid anymore.”

“You don’t deserve this, and I’m sorry that you are here right now. But I promise you that we will figure this out.” 

“I hope so.”

“Let’s try to get your mind on something else,” you said before engaging him in conversation until there was a soft knock on the door and your dad came in. 

“Well, Isaac, if you agree to staying in my custody, we are going to let you go for the night. We might need you to come back in tomorrow and answer a few more questions,” your dad explained. 

“Thank you so much Sheriff Stilinski,” Isaac said graciously.

“Don’t thank me, thank Y/n she’s practically your lawyer,” you dad joked, before adding “I have to finish up some paperwork, but then we can all go back to the house.”

“Sounds good, in the meantime can we wait in your office?” you asked wanting to get Isaac into a different environment.

“That’s fine.”

As soon as you and Isaac were alone in his office, you pulled out your phone and text Derek to update him on the entire situation. You then turned to Isaac, “How are you feeling?” you said referring to the full moon. 

“I got it under control for the time being, I think that it’ll be better once we get out of here though.”

“I don’t know if Derek told you, but your first one is always the hardest. You have to find something or someone that keeps you human. An anchor. Otherwise you’ll lose control. Stiles has chains and stuff that he used for Scott, and I’ll be there every step of the way. If it starts to get bad, I’ll call Derek.”

“I’m glad one of us has a plan,” Isaac said before resting his head in his hands feeling exhausted with everything that had happened.

You took a seat next to him and pulled him in your arms, not saying a word. It was about fifteen minutes later when your dad came in and escorted the two of you out to his car. When you arrived home he mentioned something about ordering pizza, you agreed and then rushed Isaac, who you could tell was beginning to struggle, upstairs. You got the stuff you needed out of Stiles’ room and noticed headlights across the street. Hunters. 

Realizing how much harder this would make things, you called Derek and told him to stay away. This could actually be a good thing, as long as you could keep Isaac under control, then maybe they wouldn’t suspect him of being a werewolf. That was definitely going to be easier said than done. Especially when you were alone and having to hide everything from your dad. 

You re-entered your room and set up the chains, hoping that by some miracle you wouldn’t need them. Your dad brought up the pizza and you accepted it gratefully before quickly closing the door behind you. This was going to be a long night.

[fanficteen]

stale blood (3)

chris argent x reader

The months passed peacefully, and the McCall pack slowly let their guards down. Every week, Scott, Stiles, and Lydia would hand in their homework with a little note, giving you a time and address with just the words “pack meeting” above it. Each time you tutored Malia, she would also leave you with a little note at the end of the week. And every week, you would throw the notes away and mark their assignments. Then two of your students turned up with their throats clawed out and suddenly the Sheriff was knocking on your door. “Miss (L/N).” His face was grave, but there was something familiar about him. “Sheriff Stilinski. I just have a few questions to ask you.” Of course. Stilinski. “Come in. Would you like a cup of tea?” The familiar rattle of Stiles’ Jeep lurched along the road outside, but there was another vehicle with it. Just as the Sheriff opened his mouth to respond, there was another knock.

“Bring yourself and your friends in, Mr Stilinski,” you called, not even moving from the kitchen. Stiles and Scott filed in, followed by Allison… and her father. “If I wanted to meet the pack, McCall, I would’ve come to one of those meetings.” Scott, at the very least, had the decency to look apologetic, as he gestured helplessly between Stiles and his now-irritated father. “Stiles, what have I told you–“ “He was only concerned about your wellbeing, Sheriff.” You turned on the kettle. “Would anyone like tea? I’m afraid I don’t have anything stronger.” “Does he have need to be concerned?” Stilinski inquired, as Scott and Allison both agreed to tea. Your small kitchen was becoming quite crowded. “Sheriff, if I wanted to kill someone and get away with it, I wouldn’t have clawed their throats out and left them outside my own workplace,” you told him, matter-of-factly. “And I’m not in the habit of killing kids, no matter what hunters might say.” Stilinski glanced over to Chris, who nodded. “She’s a witch. If she wanted someone gone, she could make sure we didn’t even know they ever existed.” His voice was deeper, heavy with the weight of his years, but you weren’t surprised. Neither of you were kids anymore.

Eventually, Stilinski nodded, thanked you, and headed for the door, with a trepidatious Stiles on his tail. Scott and the Argents lingered. “Sheriff.” Father and son paused, glancing back to you. “I know it’s your job, and you’re probably more aware than most cops around here. But I think it’d be best if you take a partner to question suspects from now on. Preferably that Hellhound that’s been sniffing around the school.” A beat passed, in which the Stilinskis had a very in-depth conversation using just their eyes, then he nodded. “Understood.” The door closed behind them. Silence settled around the room as you met Chris’ eyes. “We should go,” you heard Allison prompt, quickly finishing her tea. Chris didn’t move. “Dad?” “It’s been a while, Mr Argent.” There was no escaping this. “I don’t think I thanked you properly.” “You don’t owe me any thanks.” A beat. “I’m sorry.” “For saving my life?” Shock spiralled through his blue eyes. “What happened to my parents wasn’t your fault. In fact, it wasn’t even your father’s fault. They earned what they got.” You offered him a tired, lopsided smile. “Thanks for giving me a chance.” The room was quiet again as Chris gaped at you. You turned to Scott. 

“It’s 7pm tomorrow for the pack meeting, right?” The young alpha also stared at you for a long moment, then a grin crept across his face. “7pm at Derek’s,” he confirmed, happily. “Well, I suppose I can spare a little of my grading time,” you sighed, melodramatically. Scott’s smile widened. “I owe you all a bit of an explanation.” You heard Stiles’ Jeep start up outside, the Sheriff’s car already puttering away down the street. “You’re going to miss your ride.” Stiles’ voice bellowed from outside as you finished your sentence. “We’ll see you tomorrow, right?” Scott confirmed, backing towards the door. “8.30am sharp, McCall,” you teased, earning an eyeroll. “Yes, I’ll be there.” “We should go too,” Allison prompted again, as Scott disappeared. Chris nodded, vaguely. “You start the car, honey.” He chucked her the keys and she followed Scott outside. “(Y/N)…” You smiled up at him as he trailed off, so many words welling on his tongue, fighting for first place. “It’s ok, Chris.” And his shoulders dropped, as though he’d held something heavy for too long. And you supposed, in a way, he had. It took you a moment to realise he was crying, silent tears glistening from his piercing eyes. “Thank you.” His voice was barely a whisper, but he knew you could hear him. You just smiled again, a sad, sorry sort of a smile, then he bade you farewell and headed for the door. “Chris?” He paused in the doorway, a raised eyebrow glancing over his shoulder. “What do you know about cats?”

When Scott had said tonight’s pack meeting was going to include everyone, you didn’t think he’d actually meant everyone. It had to be half the town, crammed into the loft. “Derek,” the man who answered the door informed you, holding out a hand. “(Y/N).” “Is this the new girl?” Another face appeared behind him – a little older, fairer, framed in a V-neck tee. “You must be Peter,” you greeted, politely, though all you could see was Lydia huffing about Satan in a V-neck. “A pleasure.” You followed them into a very crowded living room. Allison, Malia, and Lydia were crowded together on one couch, chatting comfortably about some maths assignment. Scott was talking to two boys you didn’t recognise and the slightly older Hellhound you’d seen around. Derek immediately made a beeline for Stiles, who was perched precariously on the kitchen counter reaching for something on a high shelf. Sheriff Stilinski and Chris were talking to another woman you didn’t recognise. Then Malia’s eyes lit up and she was bounding across the room, and you were engulfed in the werecoyote’s enthusiastic embrace. “I was starting to think you weren’t actually coming,” she informed you, happily. “I’m glad you’re finally here.” “Glad to see my daughter likes you more than me,” Peter assessed, wryly. Malia rolled her eyes, but shot her father a grin anyway. By now, you had garnered Scott’s attention, and he took the floor, making the rest of the pack fall quiet.

“First off, a lot of us already know, but I’d like to introduce our newest pack member–“ You raised an eyebrow at that, but Scott just beamed back, unabashed. “Miss (L/N).” “You know, I think you can safely call me (Y/N) out here, Alpha boy,” you pointed out, as though taking the floor wasn’t terrifying. “Give him a few weeks to get used to that one,” the woman piped up, “It took him two months to process that my name wasn’t “Mom”.” Scott blushed, groaning, as laughter smattered through the room. “You must be Mrs McCall, then,” you gathered, holding out a hand to her. “I’m (Y/N), Scott’s history teacher.” “Melissa.” Her smile was warm and gentle, so full of kindness you wondered if it could soothe any wound. And then you were standing in front of a room full of strangers. Not that this was new, as a teacher, but you didn’t usually have to teach a syllabus on yourself.

But you talked anyway. About meeting Chris. About your parents. About Ennis finding you, biting you. About losing your pack brother. And then, about losing your whole pack. About fighting for your life, fighting the man who had almost been your father. About waking up in that hospital with your neck stitching itself back together. “You’re not a wolf, though.” The prompt came from Lydia, keen hazel eyes fixed firmly on you. “No,” you agreed, vaguely. Chris raised an eyebrow. You looked away. “Something went wrong when he bit me. I don’t know if it was because I’m a witch or something else, but… I became a black dog.” “A dog?” one of the boys repeated, raising an eyebrow. “How terrifying. What are you going to do, bark our enemies to death?” “Isaac,” Scott growled. “A black dog,” Allison corrected, turning all eyes to her. “Like a Grim?” “Like a Grim,” you agreed, directing a sharp smile at Isaac. “I don’t think you’d like it if I barked.” He scratched the back of his neck as Stiles snickered. Derek elbowed him. “Now, more importantly,” you turned back to Scott, “I think I know what killed those two juniors.” “Why is nothing ever just a mountain lion anymore?” you heard Stilinski groan. You grabbed your satchel from where it was crumpled by the door, pulling out a huge, old book. “A cat?” Stiles questioned, as you flicked the page open. “A fairy cat,” you corrected, pointing to the page. “A chapalu, cat sidhe, cath palug, whatever you want to call it.” “Fairy cat sounds least threatening,” the youngest boy piped up. “Great, we’ll just call the giant killer cat a fairy until it grows tiny wings and turns pink,” Peter drawled, dryly. “Let a kid dream, not all of us are hardened lunatics,” Stiles retorted, laughing. “Former,” Peter corrected, “I’m much better now.”

“Scott.” The young Alpha paused on the doorstep when Derek said his name, glancing back over his shoulder. “Why does (L/N) smell of blood?” Scott frowned, sniffing the air again. “She always smells like that. I assumed it was a witch thing?” Derek hummed, unconvinced. “Not a witch thing,” Peter mused, “Maybe a Grim thing?” “Or maybe she’s bleeding.” All the wolves’ eyes shot to Melissa as she spoke. “Don’t look at me like that. (Y/N) is a grown woman, I wouldn’t go asking too many questions if she smells a bit coppery now and again.” They all grimaced as Melissa pulled Scott to the car, muttering about damn nosy werewolves.

[samdeancass]

Enemies to Lovers

Requested by:@stellastyless

Pairing: Jackson x Delphinus (OC)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Y/N, Jackson, Scott, Stiles

Description: Y/N is Parrish's cousin and had started going to Beacon Hills. She has befriended Stiles and the rest of the pack. When she notices Jackson bothering Scott, she takes it upon herself to sort him out.

Delphinus, or Delphina as she likes to be known, had been through so much during the last couple of months. Her mother and father had been through a rather messy divorce and her mother had won custody over her. However, shortly after this, her mother died unexpectedly. Delphina was heartbroken and needed something constant in her life. She rang her dad and begged him to lo help her, but he outright refused. So she went to the only place where she knew she had family left: Beacon Hills. 

When she was younger, Delphina and her mother used to vacation at Beacon Hills to visit her aunt and uncle and her cousin, Jordan. Jordan and Delphina were very close during this time, they did everything together. Through Jordan, she met Mr. Stilinski and his son Stiles, whom she befriended very quickly during her short stays in Beacon Hills. 

Delphina knocked on Jordan’s door and let out a nervous breath. They hadn’t seen each other for a while so you didn’t know how he was going to react to you turning up at his door unexpectedly. She heard footsteps on the other side of the door and stepped back a little with anxiety. The door swung open and revealed a very shocked Jordan Parrish. “Delphina? What are you doing here?” She dropped her bags and ran to him, wrapping her arms around his waist and crying into his shoulder. “Woah! What’s happened?” She snivelled as she looked up at Jordan. “My mom died and my dad doesn’t want anything to do with me. You’re the only family I have left. I need your help.” Jordan nodded and helped you inside, setting you up on the sofa whilst going back to gather your bags. 

Delphina stood at the bottom of the stairs to the entrance of Beacon Hills High School. She didn’t know what to expect. Everything she knew in her life had dramatically changed and she needed a constant, which was school. “Delphina? Is that you?” A smile grew on her face as she heard the familiar voice behind her. She turned around and immediately spotted the dark brown hair amongst the crowd. She ran up to him and engulfed him in a hug. They both broke apart and looked around at the group of people who surrounded them. “Guys, this is Delphina, an old childhood friend. Delphina, this is Scott, Kira, Malia and Lydia.” She waved shyly at them before they all welcomed her into their friendship group. 

The next couple of days went by with a blur. Everything was going great, she was finally settling into school life and making a lot of new friends, especially Kira who she had grown close to. Stiles had helped Delphina settle into the school life. She felt great, until she heard something brewing to the right of her. Delphina turned to the commotion and noticed that Scott was being bothered again by the school asshole, Jackson. Even though she didn’t know Scott that well, she was still sick of him being bothered by Jackson. 

Delphina slammed her locker shut and stormed up to Jackson, pointing a finger into his chest. “Who do you think you are talking to Scott like that? He’s a human being you know, so STOP!” Jackson raised his eyebrows at her and scoffed. “Scram off, little girl. This has nothing to do with you.” Delphina narrowed her eyes at Jackson. “This has everything to do with me, asshole. You’re bothering my friend, again, so I’m putting a stop to it.”

Jackson rolled his eyes at her and shoves her arm away from his chest. Anger brewed up inside Delphina which caused her to release Scott from Jacksons hold and shove Jackson against the wall. A crowd had gathered at this point, eager to watch the confrontation play out. Delphina gripped Jackson by the collar of his shirt and shoved him against the locker again. 

“What makes you think you can go around and treat people like shit?! Just because you feel shitty doesn’t mean you can make everybody else feel the same way. I hate that there are people like you in the world, always putting people down. You are a piece of shit who needs to be brought down a peg or two.” 

The entire hallway was stunned. All that could be heard was the heavy breathing coming from Delphina. Her and Jackson were staring intently at each other. He was completely shocked at your outburst, nobody had stood up to him like that. He didn’t want to show it, so he just smirked at Delphina in return which caused her to slap him across the face before walking away. 

A few days had passed since the incident with Jackson. Delphina was still seething about it but decided to try and let it go. To take her mind off it, she decided to try out for the Lacrosse team, which she had gotten accepted in to. As Jackson was the captain, he was very sceptical about what Delphina could do, but soon got proved wrong after watching her in action. 

Delphina was sat on the bleachers at Lacrosse practice. She was constantly zoning out and staring blankly at the field until she senses that somebody was standing beside her. Hesitantly, she turned her head and became very confused when she seen Jackson there. “Hey, what’s your deal? Why are you just standing there, beside me of all people?” Jackson let out a sigh and took a seat beside Delphina. Jackson and Delphina begin to talk a little, asking each other about their lives. Unexpectedly, Delphina reveals what had happened with her family. She told him about the good times that they spent together, like the annual trips you had taken to Beacon Hills, and the bad ones to, like the tragedy that had struck just mere months before. 

Delphina turns away from Jackson, clearly embarrassed about reeling off her life story. “I feel so stupid. Your really didn’t need to know all of that. Nobody does really.” She turned back around to him and noticed that he was nodding in response to you. “I understand, trust me. It’s okay.” Jackson gave her a little smile which encouraged Delphina to open up a little bit more. “Lacrosse helps me deal with all of the shit that I have been through. It helps me deal with the anxiety that I feel constantly and helps me forget about the bad parts of my life.” Jackson nodded once again and begins to talk about the impact that Lacrosse has had on his life. 

These conversations that occurred after practice became a custom of theirs. After each practice, they would both sit on the bleachers and talk about anything that came to their mind. After a while, Delphina and Jackson become friends. They are always playfully bickering towards each other and she had noticed that Jackson was no loner being a bully to anybody, clearly the result of her influence on him. 

Because of this bond that they had both secured, Delphina was the first one to comfort him when his and Lydia’s relationship came to an end. She told him that everything was going to be okay and that he’ll find somebody better. But what she didn’t realise was that he already did.

 A few days after, Jackson works up the courage to kiss Delphina. It was a very quick but caring kiss. Jackson back away when he notices the expression on her face. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” She stepped forward and placed a caring hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. You just got caught up in the moment.” 

Things with Jackson became very awkward after the kiss. Delphina realised that she had been suppressing feelings for him, and Jackson realised the same. She always tried to talk to him, but the conversation never went far. After a while, Delphina notices that Jackson and the rest of her friends were distancing themselves from her. She begins to feel left out and goes to her best friend, Kira, for some advice. Delphina tries to call her and even goes by her house, but no answer came. 

Desperate to clear her head, Delphina takes a walk in the woods. Rustling sounds from behind her and she gets knocked down. She screamed as she felt hot breath on her face. The breath etched closer and closer to her face which caused anxiety to coarse through her body. All of a sudden, she felt the creature be pushed off her and she sat up to look around, confused and scared. Delphina looks up and notices that she recognised the figure standing over her. The bright blue eyes of the figure stood out to her as she realised who it was. 

“Jackson? Is that you? What happened?” Jackson picked you up from the floor and carried you to his car, laying you down in the backseat. “Don’t worry, everything’s going to be okay.” Jackson walked around to the front of the car and got in, turning the key in the ignition. As he began to drive, Delphine egan to panic as the events that had carried out were flashing before your eyes. Your breathing began to get frantic and heavy and before you knew it, darkness consumed your sight.

“She passed out on our way here. I didn’t know where else to go. You guys are always good at explaining these things to people.”

Delphina awoke to the sound of heightened voices. She sits up and looks around frantically, eyes widened with fright. She calms down a little when she sees the familiar faces of her friends but becomes very confused as to why they were all there.

“Err, where am I and what the hell are you all doing here? The last I remember Jackson had saved me from....something. I don’t understand how I ended up here.” Jordan looked around at the pack, who all nodded at him, and stepped forward. He knelt down in front of her and took your hand in his.

“Delphina, there’s some things that I have to tell you. They may come as a shock, but I promise you, we will do our best to keep you safe.”

Delphina stared at Parrish in shock. “So, you’re saying that Scott, Jackson and Derek are all werewolves, you’re a hellhound, Lydia’s a banshee and Kira’s a kitsune?” Delphina looked around all of her friends, who were nodding in unison, and stopped at Stiles. “And what are you?”

“I was possessed by an evil spirit who tried to murder my friends.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “And what are you now?” Stiles shifted in his position. “I’m human, just like you.”

She threw her hands up in the air in frustration. “How come I’m the last one to hear anything about this?” Scott stepped forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. “We just wanted to keep you safe.”

Delphina sat down on the sofa and cradled her head in her hands. “Ok. I think I can get my head around all of this.” She sat up straight and faced everybody. “Now tell me, how in the hell did this all happen?”

Ever since she found out about her friends being supernatural creatures, Delphina felt closer than ever with the pack. She had formed a bond with each member of the pack and had begun to get to know them better, well everybody apart from Jackson.

For some reason, ever since that night when he saved her from the creature in the woods, Jackson had become very bitter towards her. He has constantly been pushing her away very bitterly and she wanted to know why. She had begun to develop feelings for him, which were beginning to quickly fade with his actions towards her. But what she didn’t know is that he had developed very strong feelings for her.

Ever since that day when she confronted him in the hallway, Jackson had felt a very strong pull towards Delphina but he was in a relationship with Lydia so he couldn’t act on those feelings. Now, however, that she knows about the supernatural Jackson could feel his feelings for her growing and he really didn’t know how to express his feelings towards her. Because of this, Jackson had ended up acting very bitter towards Delphina and pushed her away, which he immediately regretted. He tried to make things right with her, but was met with the same bitterness that he showed her. As these bitter actions played on, Delphina and Jackson begin to get jealous. 

In science class, Jackson had been paired up with the new transfer student who just so happened to be really pretty. After about 5 minutes, they were both flirting with each other which caused an anger to rise up inside of Delphina. She was sat right behind them and witnessed the whole thing. However, the teacher decides against his decision of pairing these two up together and pairs Delphina up with Jackson instead. Somehow, Jackson and Delphina manage to complete the experiment without much bickering and they end up getting a pretty good score. Delphina still felt very bothered by the flirting but decided to try and get past it.

A few days later at a lacrosse match, Delphina spotted a very handsome player on the other team. She found it very hard to concentrate on the coach's’ instructions and kept on sneaking side glances over to him which the boy reciprocated. Before the match starts, the player walks over to Delphina and begins to talk to her, much to Jackson’s distaste. He could hear the giggles that escaped her mouth and instantly became jealous, especially when he notices how happy she was.

After the match, the boy and Delphina resume their conversation. He congratulates her on her awesome performance during the match and begins to flirt with her, which made Delphina become giddy. She felt her heart beat a little faster and she knew that Jackson would be able to sense it. A small smile crossed her face at this thought. She knew how jealous he would be at this point and that made her very happy. The boy asks Delphina for her number, but before she could give it to him, Jackson walks over and interrupts their conversation.

“Sorry to break this up guys, but we have a team celebration to get to.” Jackson grabs Delphina’s hand and walks away with her in tow. Once they were in the locker rooms, she glares at Jackson and tries to tug her hand away. “Let go of me, Jackson.” When he makes no effort to she squares up to him and pulls him to her by his shirt. “Let go of me, NOW.” Delphina felt the weight of Jacksons hand leave her. “What in the hell is your issue?” Jackson closes his eyes for a moment to stop his blaring mind from telling her the truth. He leans against the lockers and crosses his arms across his chest. “I don’t have an issue. I just couldn’t stand seeing that cheesy shit happening right in front of me, especially with another schools team member. It was just disgusting.” Delphina could feel hate and anger rise up in her body and stepped forward towards Jackson, ready to hit him. She steps forward a little more and pushes Jackson out of the way and storms out of the room. No matter how angry or hurt she was, she couldn’t find it in her heart to hurt him.

A few days later, Delphina was stood at her locker gathering the books for her next lesson. When she closed the locker door, she jumped a little when she seen Stiles and Kira standing right there. 

“Really guys? You couldn’t have told me you were there?” They both looked at each other and laughed. “Sorry, Delphina. Do you want to walk with us to next lesson?” She nodded and they began to make their way towards their room. However, after a few moments, Stiles and Kira stopped. Kira opened the door to a classroom and Stiles pushes Delphina inside, locking the door behind her. She looks around the room and spots Jackson on the other side of the room. Delphina turns around and begins to bang on the door in protest. “C’mon guys, let me out.” When she heard nothing, she turned back around and glared at Jackson, who was glaring at her. 

“I don’t know why you are so angry. I wasn’t the one who literally embarrassed me in front of another team. There was literally no need for that.” Jackson shifts his position and begins to walk towards her. “Well, I wasn’t the one who was throwing myself at the first guy who paid attention to me.” Anger rose up inside her at this point and Delphina threw herself at Jackson and began to throw punches at him. He blocked every single one and managed to pin her down on the floor, his body covering hers. “I was just trying to make you jealous. I’ve liked you for a while and I just wanted our relationship to go back to normal.”

Delphina’s eyes widened and her body froze at this confession. Jackson let out a low growl and began to attack her lips, which turned into a very heated make out session. When he pulls away, Jackson pulls Delphina up from the floor and takes her hands in his. 

“I’m sorry about the way I’ve been acting. I really didn’t know how to express my feelings towards you, especially after just breaking up with Lydia. But seeing you flirting and giggling with that player just made my blood boil. I know I went about it all wrong and I can just hope that you can forgive me.”

Delphina pulled Jackson down for another kiss which was met by cheering on the other side of the classroom door. They both pulled away and began to laugh when they seen that it was the rest of the pack. They both grabbed each others hands and walked out of the classroom together, content with what had just happened.

[ellewritesathing]

So Close - SS XXIX

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

Masterlist Prev. | Part 29

Word-count: 3.3k+

A/N: pls don’t come for me like lydia with her bat (i’ll forgive you if you do)

You hadn’t realized how badly you needed to spend time with Derek until you did, even if that time was spent cleaning the loft and complaining about not being able to go to Mexico right now. He was good at calming you down and listening to you talk things through. Although Derek hadn’t been a very good alpha when he had the power, something changed inside him after he’d given it up to save Cora. He’d be a leader again, you could feel it.

After Derek dropped you off at home and you’d had a very lengthy video-chat with Cora and Isaac, you dragged yourself into the shower and into bed. Surprisingly, you didn’t dream that night. Since recovering from the exhaustion of being on a hitlist, your brain almost always made you have nightmares. Not that night. You had other things to worry about. 

Like telling Liam that he had to stay at home because it was a full moon. 

“Come on,” he whined. “I can handle it. I’m getting better!” 

“Biscuit, the last time you said that you broke a window and tried to kill Stiles,” you said, getting up to cup his face. “Stay here. I’ll bring Scott home.” 

“No way, I can-” 

“Ugh, Liam, go home!” Stiles groaned as he and Malia came down the stairs, carrying some bunched up pillowcases in his hand. “You’re not coming with us!” 

“Why not?” 

“Because it’s a full moon, and I don’t feel like driving all the way down to Mexico just to have you rip my throat out,” Stiles said, hand ripping at the air above his neck. 

“You can lock me up, right? Chain me down to the backseat or something?” Liam asked. He looked at you for encouragement but all you did was shrug.

“You tore through the last chains, remember?” Malia said.

“Yeah, we’d have to freeze you in carbonite just to get you down there,” Stiles said.

“Okay, then where do we get carbonite?” Liam asked. 

“Oh, my sweet dumb-” you sighed and put a hand on one of Stiles’ shoulders to calm him down. He was still narrowing his eyes at Liam. “Look, Liam, we can’t take you with. Just stay here and look after everyone else, okay?”

The three of you started walking out the door and Liam stopped you again. He was breaking your heart. He wanted to come with and he wanted to save Scott and Kira. You looked at Stiles, and he looked at you. He said something about stealing a prison van, and you said something about Noah grounding him for the rest of his life. 

By the time the four of you got to the meetup point, a plan was made. 

“Are we really bringing him?” Derek asked as he climbed out of his car, Peter getting out on the other side. 

“Ew, are we really bringing him?” you asked, nodding your head at Peter. Then you swallowed your guilt when you remembered Malia was standing right next to you.

“We’re bringing everyone we can,” Peter said, clearly unimpressed by your tone. You shrugged. “And considering Scott and Kira were taken the night before a full moon, we should probably get going.” 

“What’s that mean?” Malia asked. 

“If Kate took Scott back to the same temple that she took Derek, how do we know she’s not planning to do the same thing to him?” Peter asked. 

“What, you think she wants to make him younger?” Liam asked. 

“She wants to make him powerless,” you sighed. Why didn’t you think of that before? Why did you need Peter to make you think? “Derek’s a born werewolf, Scott was bitten. If she can take him back to when he was human then … forget about being an alpha, who knows if we’ll even get him back to a werewolf?”’

Fucking Peter Hale.

“It’s true that a werewolf can’t steal a true alpha’s power,” Peter said. “But maybe a Nagual Jaguar, with the power of Tezcatlipoca behind her … Maybe she can. So, if everyone is sufficiently freaked out, I say we get going.”

“We can’t,” Stiles said. “Not without Lydia.”

“Why don’t you give her another call?” you suggested in a lower voice. Stiles met your eye and nodded before walking off and calling her for the billionth time that morning. 

“I got nothing,” Stiles said after a few tries.

“If she has a car, she can catch up to us,” Braeden said. 

“That’s a good point,” Peter said. 

“No. What if something happened?” Stiles asked. “What if she’s in trouble?” 

“Fine. You stay, you find her,” Peter said. “We’re gonna go on without you.”

“Why the hell are you so-” 

“I could call Mason,” Liam cut you off and Stiles reached for your hand to calm you down. “He has a study group at school. Maybe he could look for her.”

“Alright, fine,” Stiles said. 

You squeezed his hand before letting go to follow Derek. The plan was for the Jeep to stay behind, and for you, Stiles, Derek, and Braeden to take the prison van to keep Liam locked up. Malia was supposed to go with Lydia and Peter in case anything went wrong. Things were already going wrong.

“All good?” Derek asked after he cuffed Liam to the bench across from the three of you. Liam pulled his hands up and the cuffs clanged against the bars but they held. “Okay, I brought something to help you.”

You watched him take out a familiar wooden disc from his jacket. You looked over at Stiles and he shrugged before looking back at the triskelion. Every time you saw that piece of junk, you thought about Boyd and Erica. It helped them, so maybe it could help Liam. But it also killed them, so you didn’t have high hopes.

“This has been with my family for centuries.” 

Maybe Liam wouldn’t end up dead like everyone else who used it. 

“It’s a very powerful, supernatural talisman,” Derek went on. You could feel Stiles squinting next to you, so you moved your hand back to find his. “We use it to teach Betas how to control themselves on the full moon.” He gave it to Liam and then looked over at you and Stiles. You needed to sell it. 

“Yes, um, it’s powerful,” Stiles said slowly. He cleared his throat. “Very powerful.” 

You did your best to ignore him as you moved closer to the edge and put a hand on Liam’s knee. “Derek had a pack before you knew him,” you said, doing your best not to get choked up. “I saw how this helped them.” 

“Where are they now?” Liam asked. 

“South America,” you said. Not a total lie. You’d tell him more about Boyd and Erica when he didn’t look like he was about to cry. You smiled and slid back in your seat, Stiles wrapping an arm around you and you leaning back into his chest.

Everything was fine until the sun started setting. That’s when Liam’s breathing started getting more labored and Stiles’ arm around your waist started getting tighter. When the sunset and the full moon was up, Liam let out a growl and Stiles jerked his legs up and pulled you away - a move that woke you up from the light sleep you’d managed to fall into. 

“Stiles-” you started slowly, sounding confused. You looked over at Liam and detangled yourself. 

Liam was clutching the triskelion in his clawed hand. “Whatever you’re gonna teach me,” he forced out slowly. He looked up at Derek with glowing eyes. “I think you better start.”

You started inching closer but Derek held up a hand to keep you in the corner with Stiles. “Liam, you with me?” he asked after a moment. Liam nodded. “We have a mantra that we use. You repeat it, you focus on the words.” 

“It’s like meditating,” Stiles offered, moving closer to find your hand again. 

“You’ve tried meditating for your anger management, right?” you asked. 

“Yeah, and I freaking sucked at it!” Liam said, doing his best not to yell or snap at you.

“You say the words until you feel control coming back to you,” Derek said, drawing Liam’s attention back to himself.

“Okay, okay! What are the words?” 

“Look at the triskelion. See the symbol?” Derek asked. He launched into a sickeningly familiar explanation about how each spiral meant something - alpha, beta, omega - and how they were all linked. Any wolf could rise and fall to any position on the triskelion. It broke your heart. “All you have to do is say the words and, with each one, you tell yourself you’re getting calmer, more in control.” 

Liam repeated the mantra a few times, each time sounding like it took more effort to keep his voice level. He got more frustrated when Derek stepped in. 

“Derek, I don’t think his powerful talisman of self-control is working,” Stiles warned as he pulled you closer so you sat between his raised legs on the bench. 

Liam started to full-on turn now, fangs elongating and claws stretching out. He let out a growl that made you feel cold. He tried to lunge at Derek, but the cuffs kept him in place. The entire van rocked as he fell back to his seat. Braeden was losing control. 

You pushed yourself off of Stiles. 

“Biscuit, hey- hey, look at me,” you said. He broke out of one of the cuffs and Stiles pulled you back. Because you were out of his reach, Liam went for Derek’s face. His claws were barely an inch away from Derek’s skin. 

Braeden turned to assess the damage. “Derek-”

“I think we’re gonna need to go a little faster!” Stiles yelled. 

“What was that thing that Brett said?” you asked Stiles. Your voice sounded too quiet in the midst of all the chaos. “The other mantra.” 

“Uh, I-” Stiles thought about it, and you pushed yourself to Liam as you did. He wouldn’t hurt you. 

“Buddy, hey, I need you to listen to me, okay?” you said gently. He needed to get away from Derek. You charged your nightstick under the bench and reached your other hand out to Liam. You didn’t want to hurt him, but if you needed to restrain him, you wanted to be prepared. “Remember that day when we played against Davenport Prep for the first time? Remember how you freaked out? Can you remember what Scott said to you?” 

Liam didn’t seem to be registering your words, but the confusion on his face made him pull away from Derek - even if it was only a few inches. Then something snapped again and he went for Derek’s throat, ripping free of the other cuff. 

“We’re almost there!” Braeden yelled.

“Liam! Liam,” Stiles leaned up behind you, accidentally knocking the nightstick out of your hand. If anything happened now, you’d first have to scramble to find it and those minutes could kill anyone of you. “What three things cannot be long hidden?” 

“Liam!” you yelled at him and pushed Derek down. Liam scratched you in the process, but at least Derek still had a face. “Liam, what three things cannot be long hidden?”

You were almost on top of Derek, and now Stiles was leaning over you to get Liam’s attention. If it wasn’t a life or death situation, the position might have been funny. Stiles repeated the question again, and something started working. Liam was breathing again, even if it was uneven puffs of breath. 

“The sun- the moon - the truth.”  

Every word was its own sentence but slowly Liam started calming down. When the claws disappeared, you gave an uneasy laugh and collapsed on Derek. You were okay. 

“You’re bleeding,” Derek said. 

You frowned and straightened up. “No, I’m not.” 

“Uh, yeah,” Stiles said, turning so you were looking at him. He lifted your arm and you saw the stained, ripped clothing. “Yeah, you are.” 

“It’s fine,” you lied. “I’ll wrap it up and be good as new by the time we stop. We’ve got bigger things to worry about than a scratch.”

Stiles didn’t seem convinced but he helped you roll up your shirt and clean the scratch. It wouldn’t get in the way of saving Scott, and you weren’t just going to wait for them in the van just because of a little scratch. Even if it did hurt.

“I can’t believe I did it,” Liam said when he’d calmed down and the van came to a stop. He looked and sounded like himself again, but you couldn’t get the picture of him trying to kill Derek out of your head. “For a minute there, I thought I was gonna tear you guys apart.” 

“Yeah, well, not for lack of trying, right?” Stiles said. He seemed more upset than usual that you got caught in the crosshairs. “That would’ve made for an awkward ride home.” 

“Do you think you can bring the same level of control and strength inside La Iglesia?” Derek asked.

In a swift move, Liam unsheathed his claws and kept the rest of himself human. 

“We might actually pull this off,” you said in disbelief. 

Derek nodded and made his way to the doors. He pushed them open and you heard the growl of a berserker. You got up and tried to shove Stiles further into the van so you could help Derek, but you weren’t fast enough. The berserker pulled Derek off his feet and tossed him onto the ground. 

He started beating Derek on an old stone, and you scrambled out to help. Braeden fired an entire clip of ammo into the berserker’s side before you could do anything. She knelt down beside Derek and you couldn’t hear a word they said. 

Stiles’ hand slipped into yours as you watched them. You were vaguely aware of the warmth he provided, but you were acutely aware that Derek didn’t come all the way to Mexico to get killed. 

“How bad is it?” Peter asked. You didn’t even hear him and Malia get out of the car. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Derek insisted through blood-stained teeth. “Just get Scott.”

You weren’t listening to a word he said. There was something about seeing him bloody and beaten that cemented you to your spot. You heard the wolves go in, but you didn’t move until Stiles tugged on your arm. You had to leave him if you wanted to save Scott, even if it killed a piece of you.

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You hated this damn church. You’d been running through it for far too long until Peter stopped you and Stiles got a phone call. Then another berserker attacked and you started running again. Malia threw Kira’s sword at you and told you and Stiles to find Kira and Scott, they’d hold the berserker off as long as they could.

The two of you wandered around, yelling for Scott and Kira, until Stiles stopped. You crashed into his back, but he didn’t stumble. His flashlight shone on a very broken-looking Kira. 

“Hey, are you okay?” Stiles asked as he rushed closer to her. 

“It’s Scott,” Kira said. “Stiles, it’s Scott.” 

“What’s Scott?” Stiles asked. 

“The berserker. It’s him. Kate did it.”

“What do you mean ‘Kate did it’?” you asked. “How?”

“She made him into one of them! I don’t know how, but it’s him,” Kira said. “If they don’t know it, they could kill him.” 

“That’s why Lydia’s not here,” Stiles said. “They won’t know they’re killing Scott.” 

“We need to find them,” you said, handing Kira her sword. “Do you remember the way we came?”

Haphazardly, the three of you stumbled your way through the tunnels and found your friends moments before killing Scott. Stiles yelled at Malia to stop as she aimed a killing blow at Scott’s skull. Kira cut the bone-knife in half.

“It’s Scott!” you yelled at them. “You can’t kill him.”

“He’s gonna kill us!” Peter growled. 

Scott threw Peter and Liam off himself, and then marched closer to Liam. Liam crawled backward as Scott ignored your pleas to stop. Stiles tried to step in and Scott hit him so hard that you heard bone crunch. You don’t know why you thought he’d go any easier on you; you ended up concussed on the floor right next to your boyfriend. 

Your ears rang out as Scott narrowed in on Liam, dragging him up the wall. “No, no, no,” you mumbled, trying to get back to your feet. Stiles reached out for you, trying to tell you this wasn’t your fight. 

You didn’t hear what Liam said to Scott to make him change, but he backed up and took off the bones that made him a berserker. His howl broke through the ringing in your ears as he split the skull in half, and you clambered to your feet. 

“You.” Scott’s eyes were dead ahead on Peter as he spoke. “The only one who knew as much as Argent about berserkers. About the Nagual. You taught Kate, and you helped her. All for power.” 

“For my family’s power,” Peter corrected. “To be rightfully inherited by me. Not usurped by some idiot teenage boy, so incorruptible, he won’t shed the blood of his enemies even when justified. You don’t deserve your power.” He started shifting. “Not power like this.”

You’d kill him. He threw Malia against the altar when she lunged at him, and threw you into a wall when he stomped closer and you got in his way. Your body ached as it slumped to the floor, and your head felt sticky as a liquid ran down your neck. You heard their voices before they started fighting again, but you couldn’t make out the words. Just like you could feel someone moving your body, but you couldn’t see who it was. 

“Stiles?” 

“I’m right here.” His voice was tight and his warm hands cradled your head. “I’m not going anywhere. Scott? Scott, she’s hurt! She-”

“Stiles, he can’t fix this,” you said, using whatever energy you had left to reach your hand up to his face. You wanted to look in his eyes. His tear-filled eyes. “It’s okay. I love you, Stiles. I’m okay.” 

“No, you’re not. We’re gonna fix this. I-” his voice faltered and he tried to get Scott’s attention again. You didn’t mean for your hand to fall but it did, making a small thud as it landed on your stomach. “No, no. God, anyone. This isn’t how it ends.” 

“Stiles, it’s okay,” you said softly. Stiles closed his eyes and bowed his head. He whispered something you couldn’t make out, and he didn’t stop when you asked him to. “I’m okay. I don’t mind dying if it … it saves all of you. It’s okay.”

He wasn’t listening, and soon you couldn’t ask him to stop praying anymore. You couldn’t lift your hand to wipe away his tears, and you couldn’t tell him that it was going to be okay. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open, even though you were trying to. 

“Stiles, is she-” Scott was out of breath and you felt him kneel in front of you. “What happened?” 

“I couldn’t save her,” Stiles said. “I- I prayed and it didn’t-” 

You felt your hand twitch, and watched it snake up to Scott’s neck. It wasn’t comforting. It wasn’t you. You were choking him. He didn’t try to fight it as you pushed yourself to your feet, everyone too in shock to stop you. Something snapped under your hand and you threw him to the side. His body made an awful sound as it crashed into the wall.

“Y/N, what are you-” Stiles’ voice broke off as he got to his feet. “Y/N?” 

“We missed you, Stiles.” 

It was your voice, but it wasn’t your words. You didn’t have any control. 

“Missed me? What are you-” 

“Everyone has it.” You heard yourself say, taking slow steps towards him. A bloody, dusty hand touched the side of his face and you screamed at yourself to stop. “But no one can lose it. What is it?” 

All the color drained out of his face. “A shadow.”

Your face broke into a smile. “I’m your shadow, Stiles.”

[pantstomatch]

I really liked how you wrote the a/b/o dynamic in your last fic. It wasn't some thing that overruled and defined everything about the characters, which is so awesome because I doubt many people - Stiles especially - would deal well with that. Anyway, i thought I'd washed my hands with a/b/o fics but it's sucked me back down again. Do you have any fic recs?

thank you so much! that fic was super fun to write, and I loved cramming in all my favorite tropes :)  I’m a big fan of a/b/o, idek why, but I love it. I’m sure all the ones I’d rec are well known, but here’s a list of some of my favs in no particular order.

we can take our time by KouriArashi

Tact and social mores are completely relegated to the back of Derek’s brain, and without thinking, he blurts out, “Did you spend your heat alone?”

Stiles’ head jerks around in surprise, and then he flushes pink and looks away. His voice comes out brusque and unfriendly. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I spend every heat alone.”

Knot if You Don’t Knock by jsea, marguerite_26

Stiles never expects to present as an omega – that’s something that happens to people like Greenberg, not him. He is so wrong.

His life only gets stranger when Derek Hale mistakenly bursts through the door of his exam room during a doctor’s appointment. What happens next is a complicated series of events, including freshly baked cookies, book-carrying and surprise heats.

Build an Ivory Tower by teot 

Stiles didn’t know how Derek sleeping on his floor developed into sleeping in his bed, or how cuddling ended up turning into Derek humping his ass. He didn’t agree to being knotted in the school locker room, either. But what can you do when Derek Hale wants something? He’s the Alpha, after all.

You Smell Like Mine by bleep0bleep, marguerite_26 

People talk about the alpha instinct, an alpha’s head being swayed by a nice-smelling omega, or the desire to drop everything and show off. Derek’s never felt any of that. He’s just not that kind of alpha.

Then he meets Stiles.

Say It With Me (Don’t Assume) by orphan_account (I’m pretty sure this is by KuriKuri, does anyone know if this was abandoned on purpose or not, since they’re’ still on AO3 with other fic?)

Derek knows way too much about how omega heat suppressants work now, after having been partnered with Stiles for as long as he has. They’re probably his favorite thing to bitch about whenever they’re stuck on a stakeout. Of course, omegas on the force aren’t required to take them. Derek’s never really understood why Stiles does, if he hates them so much, especially –

– especially because he’s bonded.

#omegaproblems by subnivean 

Stiles didn’t need an alpha. He might want one, though.

The Sanctuary by chase_acow

Stiles runs away during his first heat, right into the waiting and ambiguously scary arms of the Alpha’s nephew, Derek Hale. He doesn’t have any choice except to submit, but along the way, he digs up a mystery that threatens his family and even the town’s safety.

Old Traditions, Werewolf Edition by Footloose 

Stiles does not work his Omega ass off to attract frat boy Alphas. Absolutely not. He’s at college to get his degree. If he’s crushing on an Alpha who never crosses the lines of propriety, well, no one needs to know, right?

Mix and Match by Jerakeen 

Stiles walks into the Beacon Hills alpha-omega mixer with a smile on his face and three condoms in his wallet.

monday i can fall apart but by friday i’m in love by tryslora

It’s just past five in the morning and Stiles is barely awake, wearing only sleep pants that hang low below his pregnant belly, and he can’t get the damned brand new jar of decaf coffee open. But he has a neighbor, and he’s too tired to think that waking someone else up at this hour might not be the best (or politest) of ideas.

Someday Came Today by Fatebegins

“March 2, 1810…Today, I met the man I’m going to marry.”

At the age of eight, Genim “Stiles” Stilinski showed no signs of Great Beauty. And even at eight, Stiles learned to accept the expectations society held for him–until the evening when Derek Hale, the handsome and dashing Alpha of the Hale pack, solemnly kissed his hand and promised him that one day he would grow into himself, that one day he would be as beautiful as he already was smart. And even at eight, Stiles knew he would love him forever.

But the years that followed were as cruel to Derek as they were kind to Stiles. Stiles is as intriguing as the Duke boldly predicted on that memorable day–while Derek is a lonely, bitter man, crushed by a devastating loss. But Stiles has never forgotten the truth he set down on paper all those years earlier–and he will not allow the love that is his destiny to slip through his fingers . .

Rare Books and Special Collections by KuriKuri

Derek Hale hates libraries.

Unfortunately, not all books can be ordered on Amazon.

(Or: in which Derek is a grumpy omega writer, and Stiles is an annoyingly attractive alpha special collections librarian.)

The One With The Mail-Order Brides and A/B/O Dynamics by Stoney

Wolves aren’t meant to be alone. Laura tells Derek this repeatedly. Which… is why Derek knows he’s losing his mind, as Laura has been dead for more than six years. Wolves aren’t meant to be alone.

And so he sends away for a companion. JUST for a companion, not for a mate. The universe, however, has a different plan in store for him.

here comes trouble by grimm 

All Derek wants is one day where he can sleep without worry of being woken by gunfire, without the threat of death hanging over his head. He wants a full stomach and no pain clinging to his bones, no ache in his feet from months of running. He wants a shower, a safe place to put his head. He wants his family, the healing comfort of pack. He’ll never have any of that again.

You’re a Mess, But You’re a Catch to Me by jsea

The laws are clear: omegas are required to have an alpha guardian. So when the sheriff gets shot, Derek is roped in to stepping up as Stiles’ temporary alpha while he recovers.

Derek knew it was going to be a bad idea, but he never could have predicted all of the ways that Stiles would end up turning his life upside down.

Worth the Wait by Dexterous_Sinistrous

Stiles always had a thing for Derek, but then again, so did everyone else. Stiles just wanted to be seen as different, which was why he waited.

But maybe he waited a little too long.

Can’t Be Saved (Not So Frail) by weathervaanes

“Kira doesn’t care a wick if you can afford her dresses and bonnets, I’m well aware. It doesn’t change the fact that I have to look after her best interests. I’d like her to be with an Alpha that puts her above all else even if he cannot afford her every luxury.”

Scott looks surprised. “I know you do not know me, sir, but I can promise you that that is my only wish. I—I love Kira quite dearly, and all I want is to provide for her, make her happy.”

“So you will marry off your brother,” Derek says, taking a sip from his drink.

-0-

In which Kira is Derek’s ward, Stiles is Scott’s brother, and omega heat cycles are good for everyone.

Fight Fires In Your Best Clothes by standinginanicedress

The key isn’t actually being confident, he repeats in his head in Lydia’s breathy voice. It’s faking the hell out of it and looking as sexy as possible while you do it. For omegas, it’s easy. There’s a natural charm to all of us that only takes seconds to engage, and barely takes practice.

Walk into the room, he chants in his head. Own it, and look people in the eyes. Find the best looking alpha, have them buy you a drink, and the rest is easy.

Fallen for You by Mynuet

Stiles is not swooning when his hot next door neighbor comes to his rescue. He’s not! Maybe a little.

Survival of the Species by Lissadiane 

“I think I’m dying.” Nothing makes sense – and now Derek has left him.

“No, Mr. Stilinski,” Deaton says grimly, rooting around in his special cupboard of herbs and remedies. “I’m afraid not. You’re merely suffering from a biological imperative to bear your alpha’s children and strengthen the pack.”

Stiles considers that for a moment, as best he can with his mind a hazy mess, and then he says quietly, “I think that might be worse.”

“So, so much worse,” Scott agrees.

*In which Derek’s pack is apparently stable enough to begin planning for the future, and somehow, the universe has decided Stiles is the perfect candidate to bear his alpha’s children.

i need your sway by thatworldinverted

Stiles always figured it would be Scott who saw him through his first heat. They pinky-swore on it, in fact, when they were eleven and newly-presented. There haven’t exactly been an abundance of offers between then and now.

What there is now, though, is the pack, and pack takes care of each other.

How to Woo Your Local Omega by alocalband

Stiles knows a pity gift when he sees one. Mostly because that’s all he’s ever gotten from anyone since the moment he hit puberty.

I don’t know why, but I guess it has something to do with you by LunaCanisLupus_22

“You smell like me,” the guy says, scowling as he crowds in and Stiles staggers back between the coats and finally hits the wall. “Why do you smell like me?”

He barely lets out a garbled sound as the blood rushes to his cheeks. “No reason,” Stiles yelps, struggling to get his footing and grasping at a whirlwind of puffy fur.

Or the one where Stiles goes thrift shopping and steals an alpha’s shirt. And gets a lot more than he bargains for.

[mona-stay]

He Gets Jealous....

Peter Hale Jealous of Theo

Peter had never been a jealous person before, his narcissistic personality he never believed that anyone could catch y/n eye more then he already had nobody could challenge him for her love. That was until stiles pointed out the similarities between Peter and Theo. 

 "you know she has a love for bad boys, and Theo is just as bad as you. She used to be impressed with the fact you died and come back but so has Theo now. Your both power hungry, both former alphas, you both tried to kill Scott, oh wait Theo managed to do it even if Melissa brought him back" stiles said. He enjoyed winding Peter up, and y/n was the best and easiest way to do it "Theo is basically younger better version of you, possibly more bad you've been pretty good lately and Theo is y/n's age it doesn't surprise me she's into him" 

 Peter walked away after growling at stiles, But the humans words stuck with him. Over the next few days he noticed y/n and Theo more and more. How she'd smile while talking to him, laugh at his jokes or sarcastic comments, how Theo would take her home from school (to which Peter quickly stopped by picking you up himself before and after school)

 During a pack meeting Peter walked into see y/n sitting next to Theo his hands balled into fists as blood from his claws pooled in his hand. The was no space on the sofas so he took he usual seat on the staircase, he could see and hear everything from there but mainly so no one would sense the jealousy coming from him. 

 During the meeting Theo moved closer to y/n his arms stretched over the back of the sofa, Peter glared as Theo tried to put his arm round y/n.

 Theo knew what he was doing he could smell the anger and jealousy coming from Peter the moment he walked in, and wanted to see how far he could push the older wolf an steal his girl. Theo liked y/n but had been told by most of the pack not to try as she was Peter's girlfriend Theo saw this as a mini challenge. 

 Peter wanted to go over and rip Theo apart for touching y/n but knew if he did her and the rest of the pack would see him as the bad one and push y/n to Theo more, So he came up with another idea. 

 Peter came behind you wrapped his arms down your shoulders giving a low growl, he nozzled his face into the side of your neck and Hair, his nose running up and down your neck. One of your hands instantly went to his forearm holding it gently as your thumb automatically moved side to side. You calm the growling wolf in him. 

 Peter wasn't one for pda, in fact it wasn't unusual for you both to sit apart from each other during pack meetings flirting using eyes and smiles, but lately Peter had been more clingy with you. Before school he'd drive you hugging and holding you before you went in, pack meetings he'd try and sit next to you and now hugging and nuzzling you as everyone watched. Something was off you needed to find out what. 

 The meeting finished and most of the pack had already left. You held Peter back from leaving wanting to talk to him. "what's up Peter your acting weird lately?" you asked him right out. 

 Peter didn't know what to say part of him felt stupid for being jealous of a school kid but then he remembered the 10 year age gap he had with you. 

 "he's jealous y/n, he reeks of it" Theo's voice came from the doorway. You turned round to see the smirking Chrimea. Peter growled flashing his eyes blue, "where having a private conversation and I'm not jealous of a laboratory creation like you" Peter roared. You looked at Peter, knowing Theo was right. "is that why you've been acting differently, and so needy lately?" you asked Peter with a sweet smile.

 "oh that's not being needy, it's Peter sent marking you trying to show the rest of us you belong to him" Theo said. Peter roared for Theo to get out but you stopped him "no he can stay" you said loud, not taking your eyes from Peter walking up to him. You wanted to prove a point to both of them let them both know where they stand with you. Looking Peter in the eyes, "I want him to see this" you barely say this time but Peter heard you frowning his brows. 

 You cupped Peter's face pulling him down so his lips met yours. Peter's hands grabbed your waist pulling you closer to his as he kissed you back deepening your sweet kiss.

 When you stopped Peter couldn't hide the smug grin he now wore, looking up as Theo left annoyed. You both went to the couch and cuddled up, Theo's words still in your head.

 Looking at Peter you said "so are you going to tell me why my big bad wolf was jealous" Peter looked at you thinking whether to lie an say he wasn't or not. Instead truth would be best after all he swore he'd never lie to you "something stiles said how Theo and I was similar and it made me think you might chose Raeken over me, then seeing you both become so close since he came back, well I thought..." Peter trailed off 

 "you believe the hyperactive spaz might be right" you finished for him, laughing but smiling. Peter nodded blushing a little "yeah I guess I kind of did" he admitted, you looked at Peter climbing on his lap, kissing him "you.. Don't.. Have.. To be.. Jealous.. Of anyone" you said each word in between kisses. "I love you Peter and only you no man will ever Compere to you" you say. He smirks that's all he needed! To hear it from you, happy feeling his normal narcissistic self once again. 

Derek Hale Jealous of  Jordan Parrish

Derek watched you get dressed for work, you had taken a job at the sheriff station, answering the phones and radios. Much to Derek's discomfort, He had tried to talk you out of it using the lines it's dangerous and examples of different attacks that had happen there but it hadn't worked.

Derek wasn't just worried about your safety, he didn't like you spending so much time with Parrish. He was the deputy you'd become friends with, and derek hated how you would come home saying things like "Jordan in work today was funny with his joke or Jordan told me this happened" and you would say about the conversation of the day. It vexed Derek how much you talked about him especially after he saw Parrish was a young attractive man.

You left the loft kissing Derek "I have to go Jordan will be waiting" you say kissing Derek who turned away heading back to bed. You walked to see the young deputy waiting in his car. "morning y/n" he greeted as you drove away your mind thinking what was wrong with Derek.

It was coming up to lunchtime when Derek's phone buzzed, Another text from y/n. He looked at at Yay sheriff stilinski said I'm ready to go out on patrol and partnered me up with Parrish! Isn't it great hope your okay you haven't answered my other messages

He rolled his eyes feeling jealous and angry about y/n spending more time with the hell hound. Slid the message away.

Your first call with Parrish was a noise disturbance on the outskirts of town. You walked behind him as he called into the open door "beacon hills sheriff's department we had a call of an argument" he said slowly walking in. a boy with all white eyes knocked Jordan out. you ran screaming locking yourself in a bathroom, taking out your phone dialing Derek's number.

Derek saw your call not want to hear about your day with Parrish, he slid his phone to ignore. After putting it on silent he went back to training.

You had called Derek about 6 times each one getting voicemail. You could hear the boy banging on the door trying to brake it open. You quickly typed help! wendigo! And the address you was at, hoping he would see and come.

You call him again as the door busts open. The teenage boy had a mouth full of sharp teeth came running at you. You try to fight him off but it's not much help, the boy bites you repeatedly on your arms. The only thing you remember was Jordan's bright orange eyes before you passed out.

Derek finished training looking at the clock, angry and hurt you wasn't home yet your shift should of finished nearly an hour ago. Derek looked at his phone seeing multiple miss calls from y/n, sheriff Stilinski and finally Melissa McCall. Derek listened to the voices mails with panic and worry.

The first one from Melissa Derek, y/n is in the hospital please call me when you get this. The next one was the sheriff. Derek the was an attack at the call out Parrish and y/n was at. She's in the hospital with Melissa I think you need to get over there. The final one was y/n Come on Derek pick up, please baby. In the background he could hear banging on a door then a crash then y/n screaming.

Derek knew this was her being attacked and the guilt hit him. She was calling him for help and he blanked it all because he was jealous.

At the hospital he saw Parrish in the waiting area. "what happened" Derek asked, all the jealous feelings coming back as he looked at the deputy. "we got a call, I didn't know a wendigo lived there it attacked us. Y/n was in a bathroom when it got her I come round she was screaming for you when I killed the thing" Jordan said.

Derek's head span, Parrish was all she'd spoken of, he took her put in a job she'd been so excited for and Derek acted like he didn't care and now Parrish saved her life when Derek left her.

The hate towards Parrish was building it took everything he had not to rip his throat out in a jealous rage. The voice of Melissa calmed Derek when she told him he could see y/n. Derek sat at the side of you bed looking at the bandages around you.

He hadn't been there long when you opened your eyes looking up at him smiling, "I'm okay don't look so worried" you say sitting up. All the hate Derek had dropped turning into guilt.

"I'm sorry y/n" he said hugging so tight it almost hurt. "what are you saying sorry for its not your fault half of this town is some form of supernatural creature" you say surprised by his sudden attitude. Derek looks you in the eyes "you don't understand it is my fault, I got jealous of you and that hell hound so I blanked your calls if I hadn't then I could of gotten to you before you got hurt" he confessed.

You had to hold in the laughter at first when he said he was jealous but then realized he was serious. "why was you jealous of Jordan?" you ask reaching out for Derek's hand. "you talk about him all the time, you get excited when your out on the same shift as him and well now he's saved your life, I'm finding it hard to compete" he said.

This was a side of Derek anyone including you rarely seen, pure vulnerability. Grabbing his hand tighter "look at me Derek!" you order him "Jordan is only a friend and I think he's secretly into Lydia but won't ask her out, but I'm 100% in love with you and only you Derek. I would never choose him over you ever!" you telling him.

Derek smiled and a light blush covered his perfect cheekbones "I'm sorry y/n I shouldn't have doubted us like that I won't again I promise" he said leaning in kissing you. "really he likes Lydia? We might have to help them" Derek asked laughing happy he was yours. "yes but you can't tell him I've told you" you warned him kissing him again.

  Theo Raeken

Jealous of  Scott

Theo had been annoying you lately he was always to busy to spend time with you. If he wasn't off with the dread doctors in the middle of the night, he was working his way into the McCall pack.

Today in school was no different, Theo only saw you during biology, a class he only took because Scott was init. "are you coming to practice?" you asked him as the teacher wrote on the bored. "practice?" Theo asked unsure of what you meant. You rolled your eyes he'd forgotten. "lacrosse practice remember I made the team it's my first day today" you tell him. "I don't know yet we'll see" is all he said before the bell went.

Practice started and Theo was no where to be seen. After ten minutes you see him sit on the bleachers behind Lydia and Malia. Something tells you he's not just here for you anymore, and you come up with a mini plan to get Theo to react.

"Scott" you call out in a needy tone. "I need your help" you say as he walks over "yes y/n what do you need" Scott says. Out the corner of your eye you see Theo watching you, "I can't get the hang of this shot can you show me" you say in a needy yet flirty voice. Scott stood behind you holding your arms in place mimicking the movement of the shot you lied you couldn't do.

You carried on your playful flirting with Scott for about ten minutes before you saw Theo walk off. You frown its wasn't what you wanted, you wanted him to come over and make the point you was his girlfriend.

After practice had finished you played one last card. You borrowed Scott's lacrosse jacket and went to gym to find Theo, knowing him you went the gym first. *** Theo walked off from the lacrosse Field heading straight to the gym angry seeing y/n and Scott all cozy. As he trained his mind wondered ' was she all over Scott because he's a real alpha, what did Scott do to gain her attention and smiles, why hadn't she even acknowledged that Theo after asking him to go'

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard footsteps outside the door. He knew it was y/n so he come up with his own jealous fueled idea. Stripping his jacket off leaving him shirtless he went to the one weights machines starting a set of reps.

You walked him stopping to admire Theo's shirtless body as he worked out. Your heartbeat rose as you bite your lip, trying to focus on something else.

Theo stood up growling as he saw the jacket. You smiled at him "good work out baby" you tease swaying. Theo doesn't speak a cold look crossed his face that made you scared yet excited too.

He grabbed you shoulders pushing you back against the wall making you scream a little. "what's this?" Theo demanded pulling roughly on Scott's jacket. "Scott gave me his jacket I was cold" you say innocently, batting your eyes.

Theo heard your heartbeat change at the lie making a fist with his free hand. "and what was wrong with my hoodie you took this morning" he asked the anger clear in his voice.

You knew you shouldn't push Theo but couldn't help yourself, "it's in my locker and I was coming right here, I was shivering and asked Scott for his jacket which he kindly gave me. He's such an amazing guy" you blushed purposely.

Theo's eyes glowed yellow as he roared "really can he make your feel the way I do" the said attacking you neck with kisses trying to prove some alpha male point "dose he get your heart beat rising like I can, can he love you the way do?" he says in between kisses. "I don't know your not around to make me feel anything other then lonely these days" you say now in a sassy tone.

Theo stops kissing you, looking in your eyes as he finally works out what you had been doing. "so you've been getting me jealous because I haven't been spending time with you?" he says his signature smirk now beaming on his face. You didn't answer him, just smiled biting your bottom lip.

"answer me y/n, have you been flirting with Scott so I get angry and give you attention" he asked again his hands sliding to your hips pulling you into him. "yes I wanted your attention" you say kissing and nipping at his neck a little annoyed you gave in so essy. "well you have my undivided attitude now baby girl, but first let's get rid of this!" he says pulling the jacket throwing it across the gym before kissing you more passionately.

 Chris Argent Jealous of Derek

 You slammed you bedroom door frustrated after and argument with Chris over the phone. Stomping down the stairs of the hale loft. 

 Derek had let you move into Peter's old room after your house was being refurbished after a small fire, a week ago. This was what your argument with Chris had been about. 

 When you got to the bottom of the stairs Derek was sat on the couch raising on eyebrow at you. "you okay?" he asked. You looked at him feeling a little embarrassed "you heard that?" you said. "kind of hard not to, so what's wrong?" Derek asked. "it's Chris he wants me to move in or at least stay with him until my apartment is ready" you sighed again "and what did you say?" he asked more or less knowing you had declined the offer. 

 "I told him it was too soon for me to move in we've only been dating a couple of months and that Allison wouldn't like it too, well Chris didn't see it like that and just began to shout, so I told him we'd talk layer when he's not acting a jerk" you tell him. Derek looked sympathetically at you. 

 "well I know what will cheer you up, a movie marathon" Derek smiles handing you the remote to choose a movie series to watch as he walked into the kitchen. A few minutes later he came back with a bowl of popcorn and other munchies and drinks for you both. He sat next to you handing you food as he covers you both with a blanket.

 About an hour into the movie the loft door opens, Chris walking in looking at you and Derek. Derek mumbled "I need a lock for that door" making smirk and chuckle. Chris looked furious as he got closer making you drop your smirk. "hey Chris I thought you was busy?" you ask innocently. Chris frowned "I bet you did and now I understand why you don't want to move in with me. Don't worry I get the message I'll go and leave you to be with him" he shouted before heading out the door. 

 You got up running after him. "Chris wait what's wrong" you say not understanding his sudden outburst. He blanks you walking his car , as you continue to call him, "it's over y/n" he says slamming the door. When you hear the engine start to stand in front of the car your hands on the bonnet. "move out the way y/n" he shouts through the window revving the engine in hopes you'd move. "no I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on, why are you ending our relationship" you say stubbornly not moving. 

 Chris gets out the car folding his arms over his chest. None if you spoke at first looking at each other working out what each other was thinking. 

 "why did you walk out? Why are you saying it's over?" you ask fighting back the tears. "because it's clear you wanna be with Derek! Your living in his house and refuses to move in with me, I come to say sorry for being a jerk on the phone and your cuddled up with him laughing and joking like it's nothing" Chris snapped at you. You looked at him confused, before almost laughing when you realize he's jealous "I don't want to be with Derek" you start, "I love you Chris I'm only staying here because I've known Derek all my life and it's only 2 weeks, I do want to move in with you one day but I want to when everyone involved is 100 % happy with it" you finish running a hand on his chest 

 Chris face changed, softened "you really don't like Derek?" he asked studying you. "No Chris I don't have feelings for Derek, and you really don't need to be jealous of him" you tell him. Chris coughed "I'm not... I wasn't jealous" Chris stuttered out. You raised an eyebrow at him making Chris blush "OK maybe I was a little jealous of Derek but can you blame me have you seen him, the way girls look at him" Chris admits. 

 You step closer to him putting your arms round him "and that's the way I look at you, besides the girls looking at him are wasting their time, Derek's secretly dating stiles" you cover your mouth after revealing your best friends secret. "oh really" Chris says now hugging you back kissing your cheek and jawline "I guess with that new information, I don't mind you staying here" he saying gently kissing your lips "on one condition your staying at mine tonight, I have some making up to do for jumping to the wrong conclusion" he says in your ear. Chris picks you up when you say yes carrying you to the car both laughing at his behaviour. 

[whatthehellisastilesimagine]

The Girl From The FBI Academy, Part Seven: A Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Here’s part seven! Hope it’s okay for you guys, and enjoy x

Need to catch up? Find the rest of the series just below:

The Girl From The FBI Academy

Stiles saw the confusion dawn on Y/N’s face, the confusion that slowly turned to anger, breaking his heart. She pointed the gun at him, her eyes wild with determination.

“Get out of the way, Stiles. This doesn’t need to involve you.”

“Y/N, listen to me, okay? Derek’s not the one you want. He didn’t kill your parents”, he turned to face the werewolf who looked completely bewildered. Stiles hadn’t exactly had time to explain the situation, or who Y/N was, which he could only imagine was adding to the heat of the situation. “You didn’t kill her parents, did you, Derek?”

“Of course he did. And I bet he remembers too. Just outside of Mexico, one man, one woman, early forties? I saw you with them, after you’d killed them. I’m the one who called the police.”

Stiles saw the realisation dawn on Derek’s face as he remembered the events that had taken place. For a moment, he felt his heart sink, thinking that Derek had actually killed Y/N’s parents. But then it hit him. Y/N hadn’t actually seen her parents die. She’d only seen their bodies.

“Please, Y/N. Just put the gun down.”

Her expression softened as she looked at him, bringing Stiles back to the day they’d first met. He’d fallen for her then, he just hadn’t known it. But as she lowered the weapon, her bottom lip trembling, he knew.

He knew he didn’t want to let her go.

“Braeden and I were tracking the guy who killed your parents. We followed him to what I can only assume was your house, with the intention to stop him. I’m sorry we were too late to save them.”

“Stop lying to me,” Y/N’s heart was beating ten to the dozen, rage streaming through her blood. She was finally face to face with the man who had ruined her life, and he was still trying to defend himself. He was still claiming innocence, an insult to her parents’ memory.

“I’m not lying to you. I swear.”

“Prove it.”

It was now that Y/N turned to face Stiles, saw him nod at Derek Hale, and saw Derek Hale’s eyes turn blue, and his teeth elongate into fangs. She didn’t run, frozen in shock as she remembered what Stiles had said to her what seemed like ages ago.

“You remember what I said about werewolves? I was telling the truth, Y/N. I’ve always been telling you the truth. And I can promise you that Derek Hale is telling you the truth now,” Stiles walked towards her warily, but she didn’t entirely register his presence until he was mere inches away from her, too shocked to believe what she was seeing.

“Werewolves. Werewolves are real. And a werewolf killed my parents?”

Stiles nodded.

“Yes.”

With that single word, Y/N broke down, falling into Stiles’ arms as he held her close.

Stiles held onto the girl in front of him as she was confronted with the prospect that her life would now change forever, thanks to the knowledge she’d just obtained. Thanks to him. He placed his chin on the top of her head, speaking to Derek.

“You should go. I’ll sort this out.”

And with a pitying smile, Derek Hale disappeared. Back to Braeden, Stiles hoped.

Stiles led Y/N back to the car, where they sat waiting for their supervisors to return. She’d stopped crying now, and he wasn’t entirely sure what to say to her. Sorry? Like that would make anything better. Are you okay? Stupid question, really.

So, he sat with her in silence. That was, until she spoke to him, eyes searching his for any sign of reassurance. He understood the expression perfectly, the prospect of being faced with the supernatural being one all too familiar to him.

“So, werewolves are real.”

“Yeah, werewolves are real. Scott, my best friend, he’s one.”

They looked at each other and started to laugh.

“So, what happens now?”, Y/N was still coping with the fact that her parents had been killed by a supernatural creature, with the fact that she’d been hating the wrong person for so long. She almost felt free, a weight lifted off her shoulder. But there was still one thing that bugged her.

Her feelings for the brown-eyed boy sitting next to her.

He’d tried to protect her, she realised that now. When she’d thought he was her enemy, when she’d thought he was on the side of the man who she’d thought had killed her parents, she had felt her heart break in two.

There was no way in hell she was going to lose Stiles Stilinski, she knew that now. And she knew he felt the same.

That was confirmed as he spoke his next words.

“Do you want to go and grab a coffee or something?”, his mouth curved into that small smile of his, chocolate coloured eyes staring into her own. She reached over and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“I’d love to.”

Stiles took her hand in his, and she vowed to never let go.

Masterlist

[1987vampire]

Fangs

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Relationship: Vampire!Stiles x female!reader (sorry)

Word Count: 4433

Warnings: violence, fighting, mature language, smut, vampire, biting, blood?, kidnapping, I never know what to warn

Request: @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone  said: I have a weird request, well not weird like... okay so. PLEASE MY LIFE NEED A VAMPIRE STILES SMUT YOU WOULD GRANT ME MY MOST HYPERWANTED EVER WISH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

A/N: So,,,, it’s definitely more than smut. It didn’t center around that so I apologize... yea... enjoy. Also, I’m gonna update my masterlist later tonight.

Extra:

I will be posting Teen Wolf imagines also on @sciles-4-lyfe so,,, if you wanna go follow that,,, there will also be separate requests on there if you wanna go follow it.

Stiles dragged his feet along the soft underbrush quietly, looking around himself terrified. He was in the middle of the woods alone as he had lost the others quite a while ago. Normally, he wouldn’t have cared the least. I mean, how hard could it be to find them? Not tonight, though.

The pack had come into the woods for a specific reason, a terrifying reason. Lately, there had been cases of people found in the wood, everything in their body intact except for the fact that there was no blood left. Something had been sucking the blood out of them, shown by the small bite marks on the sides of their necks.

Of course, Stiles had immediately jumped on the case when his father had brought it up, going through extensive research to figure everything out. It was his first instinct that it was a vampire. Werewolves were real; why couldn’t they be?

So, he called the pack after finding out where it was hiding and how to kill it. Simple, just stab it through it’s head with a silver knife. Well, it was easier said than done.

Somehow, the vampire knew the pack was coming and immediately started playing tricks on them. He sped in front of them, chuckling darkly when Stiles flew around, trying to figure out where he was going. Scott set off after him, taking precautious steps so everyone was safe. It was all in vain, though.

The vampire, after having way too much fun, had separated the entire pack from each other, driving them into different parts of the woods. Stiles was alone.

Stiles was his favorite. He was the one who had initially discovered him. He was the one with all the information, something that confused him beyond belief as it would have been madness searching through all the lore. He was the one who had a bat instead of a blade.

The vampire made sure Stiles was far, far away from the others. He pushed him deeper and deeper into the forest, mimicking Scott and Lydia’s voice to drive him closer.

By the time the vampire had him right where he wanted, the pack had regrouped. They found each other using their supernatural senses, something Stiles didn’t have. Instead, he was alone in the maze of woods, spinning in useless circles.

“Scott,” he yelled into the darkness, trying to make out the figure approaching him. Unlike what he wished had happened, he was not met with Scott. Instead, a large man with a gleaming smile and bright red eyes stepped out from the trees.

“I’m afraid you might have me mistaken for a friend of yours,” the vampire smirked, showing his teeth off proudly. “I am not Scott. My name is Micah, and I’m guessing yours is Stiles.” The vampire’s voice was laced with an accent Stiles couldn’t pinpoint, but it left the man drawling out every sentence, a slight lisp to it from the two sharp teeth poking out from his lips.

Stiles raised the bat slowly, wishing he had brought a blade. It was only his luck that he would be the one stuck in this situation, but if he had a knife, he’d probably end up stabbing himself with it on accident. “What do you want with me,” Stiles questioned darkly, trying to maintain eye contact with the creature.

The man known as Micah smirked and began speaking again. “You’re a curious little thing, aren’t you? Most would have tried to run off with their tail tucked between their legs by now.”

“Yeah, well you’ll find I’m not like most people,” Stiles retorted, taking a step back as his bat swayed lightly in his hands as if he were getting ready to swing at a baseball.

“That’s why I want you, Stiles,” Micah drawled out. “You’re not like most people. I’ve been watching you for the past few days, and I think you would make an excellent vampire, possibly one of the best. You have the perfect qualities and the perfect supernatural connections. Don’t think I haven’t taken note of your little friends. A banshee, two werewolves, a kitsune, and a were-coyote. You have quite the group of friends there.” Micah began pacing back and forth in front of Stiles, watching him as Stiles returned the look. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed sweet little y/n. Poor thing doesn’t even know what she’s gotten herself into, does she?”

Stiles gritted his teeth and spit out his response vehemently, “you leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with this.”

“Oh, she has everything to do with this,” Micah sang happily. “Of course, when I turn you, she’s going to have to deal with the consequences. You should have listened to her when she told you not to come out tonight. Little bird knew something was wrong, just couldn’t put her finger on it.”

Stiles grunted and watched the man carefully. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Haven’t you been listening,” Micah chuckled happily. “I’m going to turn you into a vampire, and that little bat is not going to do anything to save you.”

“Says you,” Stiles grunted before swinging the bat forward, hitting the side of Micah’s face. The vampire screamed and clutched his face, trying to stay calm.

“Vervain,” he snarled before yelling, “You laced your bat with vervain?”

Stiles smirked and patted the bat in his hand. “Totally worth it.” He then swung again at the vampire only to have it thrown away.

Micah stood up slowly and snarled at Stiles, his eyes changing to black. “I was going to be nice about it, but you just can’t accept this, can you? You’re going to make me do this the hard way.” Micah yelled something else before running forward, appearing in front of Stiles within seconds. He pushed him against a tree and growled loudly. Stiles stood petrified, trying to free himself from the grip of the thing, but before he could even try, Micah swept down and bit into his neck, leaving Stiles a screaming mess.

Pain coursed through the boy to the point of where he couldn’t move. After Micah was satisfied with the damages to Stiles, he pulled away, cut his wrist with his teeth, and placed it in Stiles’ mouth, forcing the blood to flow into it. Stiles watched with tired eyes as he felt himself drift into unconsciousness.

“Good luck,” Micah stated before smirking and disappearing, leaving Stiles to crumple to the forest floor and pass out.

 When Stiles awoke, he found himself tied to a bed. He groaned quietly. It felt like there was fire running through his veins. There was a thin sheen of old sweat across his body, making him feel gross. His eyes hurt from the small light by the door, and he couldn’t help but whine softly. No matter how much he didn’t want to admit it, his pants were tight, straining from an erection.

He found himself unconsciously tugging at the restraints, trying to free himself. It wasn’t until he heard the door to the room open that he stopped his actions. He lifted his head- one of the only body parts he could move- and saw Scott standing at the door with a worried look on his face.

Stiles sniffed the air quietly, frowning when he realized his sense of smell was possibly the best it had ever been. His eyes scanned Scott cautiously, trying to figure out why all his senses were better than ever. He gulped quietly and slumped back into the bed.

Scott quietly walked up to the bed, holding a bowl of water with a rag hanging out. Stiles watched him carefully.

“Hey Stiles,” Scott spoke quietly as if trying not to set the boy off. Stiles didn’t respond. “Do you remember anything?” Stiles didn’t respond. Scott rung out a rag and swiped it across Stiles’ forehead. “Well, Deaton and Derek said that you got bit by a vampire. The only way to reverse it is if we kill the one who bit you. We’re trying to find him right now.” Stiles remained quiet. “That’s why you’re tied down. We feared what would happen.”

Stiles grunted and pulled at his restraints again. “Let me go, Scott,” he whined, rolling his eyes. “It’s obvious that I’m not going to do anything. Where’s y/n?”

Scott looked at him quickly before looking away, running the rag down his arm now. “I can’t. Deaton also said that since you’re just turned, you’re going to be in heat. I thought that was just for werewolves, but I guess I’m wrong. So, he said we have to keep you down until it passes.”

Stiles looked at Scott with an expression that left Scott feeling stupid. “If I’m a vampire, that means I can break through these ropes, Scott.”

“Stiles I don’t want to hurt you.”

“And I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to, Scott.”

Scott watched Stiles with a look of disappointment- for who, Stiles didn’t know- and sighed before standing up. He grabbed the bowl and shut the door. “Goodnight, Stiles,” he called through the door to which Stiles rolled his eyes again.

His eyes flicked down to the rope tied around his wrists. He pulled at them slowly before snapping his wrist up, breaking through the thick rope. He grinned happily and did the same for his other wrist, his legs following the action. He pulled himself off the bed and walked quietly over to the window. In the front yard, his jeep was parked.

The room was on the first floor, so it was relatively easy for him to climb out the window. He walked towards his jeep only to realize that it would obviously give away the fact that he was leaving. Instead, he walked into the woods.

He knew the path to y/n’s house like the back of his hand. It was as dark as the night before, but he could see with such precision, it seemed like it was daytime. He ran quickly, trees passing by as a blur. It only took him thirty seconds to reach y/n’s house from the inhuman speeds he was reaching.

He stood in front of the house, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t supposed to be here, he knew that, but he didn’t care. Quickly, he stepped forward before stepping back. If his heart could race, he knew it would. It hadn’t occurred to him that he was a vampire. He was dead. He would drink blood. He was a vampire.

The thought sat in the back of his head silently as if he would listen to it. Stiles took a deep breath and listened to see how far he could project his hearing. He focused quietly and listened. Inside the house, he could hear a heartbeat and a tv playing quietly in the background. y/n was the only one home.

___CHANGING THE POINT OF VIEW BECAUSE IM TRASH___

I set typing away on my computer. I had an essay due in a few days, and I wanted it to be over. School was annoying, but I had to do it. There was a law or something.

I was almost done when I heard the door of my bedroom open. “Yes, mom,” I questioned, not turning away from my computer.

“I don’t believe I’m your mom,” I heard a familiar voice laugh from the door. I turned to see Stiles standing at my door. I smiled widely and stood up, walking over to him.

“Hey, babe! What are you doing here,” I questioned, wrapping my arms around his neck. Stiles smiled broadly and bent down to place a kiss on my lips. I giggled loudly into his kiss and moved farther towards him only to jump back. “Are you- Are you hard right now?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled gruffly, “Apparently I’m in heat.”

“Heat,” I questioned confused, pulling away even farther. “You’re not a werewolf.”

Stiles laughed and moved forward to me, pulling me near him again, “vampire. Something happened on the hunt.”

“What the fuck, Stiles?” I yelled, pushing myself away from his grip. “Shouldn’t you be with Scott or something? What if something happens?”

“C’mon, babe, don’t worry about that right now.” He leaned forward and placed his head in the crook of my neck. “I go out of my way to come see you, and you don’t even want me here.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone. I typed in Scott’s contact and quickly dialed his number as Stiles began to trace his lips down my throat. It rang a few times before he picked up, his tired voice ringing through the phone. “Yea-“

“What the fuck, Scott,” I cut him off, trying to ignore Stiles who was kept trying harder to get my attention.

“What,” he grumbled into the phone.

“Stiles is a fucking vampire now? And he’s in my room?” I screamed frantically, pushing away Stiles’ hands that crawled up my stomach. He pulled away and pouted at me. He picked me up by my legs and pushed me to the nearby wall, making me squeak in surprise.

“What? I had a line of vervain all around his room!”

“Well, obviously it didn’t work,” I screamed back.

I heard him shuffling around his room, looking for something. “From- From the notes we have, it doesn’t look like he’ll hurt you. He’s just in heat which means that he’s going to want to have sex, especially with his anchor, which I’m guessing is you since he showed up. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get there in time, y/n. I don’t know what to do. You live so far away from us. I don’t understand how Stiles got there so fast.” Scott seemed a little less frantic as he read from his notes. “I promise, nothing bad is going to happen as long as he doesn’t give you his blood. He might take some of yours.”

“Scott, I don’t trust this,” I whined, pushing away Stiles’ needy hands. They tried to grab anything they could get. It wasn’t as if I didn’t want it, it’s just- what if he loses control and kills me. He just turned into a vampire. I hadn’t seen him in three days and now he shows up and wants to do me. What the hell?

“Y/n, have I ever put you into a seriously dangerous situation?”

“Yes!” I screamed into the phone, “All the time!”

Scott sighed and stated slowly, “He’s not going to hurt you. I’m going to get the rest of the pack and we’ll come restrain him. Just do what you must to keep him from doing something bad.”

“Scott,” I whined, letting Stiles un his hands up and down my thighs.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

Then, he hung up, leaving me with Stiles. “Are you that worried, babe,” Stiles questioned, pushing his lips against where the phone was. I had thrown it onto the bed.

“Stiles, I don’t know what’ll happen.”

“Trust me, baby,” he whispered, pulling at my top.

I groaned and placed my head on the wall. “Fuck, whatever,” I grunted, pushing his head to mine, molding our lips together. “I fucking love you,” I muttered into his lips. Stiles smirked and pulled my shirt over my head, moving us to the bed. He pushed me down and pushed himself down so his lips connected to my throat, moving farther and farther down. I groaned in response, pulling locks of his hair.

Stiles grinned against me, lips in the middle of my breasts. His hands reached behind my arched back, fumbling to unclip the bra. He pulled it off quickly and threw it across the room. I moaned lowly under my breath as his lips circled my nipple, his hand squeezing my other breast.

“Stiles,” I whined, feeling him buck his hips up into mine. “Stiles please.”

Stiles pulled away and smirked at me, his hair disheveled yet he looked like nothing had happened. “Tell me what you want, babygirl.” He spoke as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a lean, toned torso. His hands fiddled with his pants as he watched me, pushing them down to his ankles, letting his erection spring free.

“Stiles, please, fuck me,” I groaned into him, my hands against his shoulders. He grinned and tugged at my gym shorts, pulling them down with ease along with my underwear. Stiles grabbed my ass and looked down at me before placing his lips on mine.

“We don’t have much time,” he mumbled, his dick pushing against my entrance. I moaned lowly, as did he. “You’re so wet. Is this all for me,” he questioned, nipping at my neck.

“Yes, Stiles, please,” I groaned into him. Stiles smirked and slowly pushed himself in before starting off at a quick pace, snapping his hips to mine furiously. He used his newfound strength to go faster than he ever had. He groaned against my neck and bit down harshly, drawing blood. His hands squeezed my boobs harshly making me scream in pleasure. His hips seemed to never stop.

I groaned out something incomprehensible as Stiles pulled out. He then flipped me over, my ass in the air as he slammed into me from behind. He gripped my hips harshly, and I knew it was going to leave bruises. My face was pressed into my blankets.

I could feel myself getting ready to release, the all too familiar feeling building quickly in the pits of my stomach. I moaned loudly and called out to him. “Stiles,” I screamed.

“I need you to come for me, y/n. Fall apart for me.” He pulled me up to where my back was pressed against his stomach and my head was on his shoulder. His hand rested on my stomach and the other on my hair while mine were wrapped into his hair, carding through it.

I let out a cry of pleasure and gripped him tighter as I felt myself come, my vision turning slightly white as he continued to push into me. He waited until I had completely ridden out my high, throbbing and tightening around him. I knew he was close to finishing.

“Stiles,” I screamed and pushed into him, helping him go deeper. He did one final thrust before he pulled out, coming on my back, his breath shaky.

I groaned lowly and fell forward as Stiles let go of me, not caring what I looked like.

“C’mon babe, we have to get you in the shower,” Stiles mumbled. He slowly picked me up bridal style, walking to the bathroom. He set me down on the toilet, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. He turned on the water, making sure it was warm before he walked over, picked me up, and placed me in it.

I sighed and slumped into the tub, enjoying how warm it was.

Of course, my time was short as almost immediately, I heard Scott’s voice ring through my house. “Y/n? Are you okay? Where are you?”

I sighed and placed my head against the wall in annoyance. Stiles smiled sadly and stood up from beside the tub. “Do you still have some of my clothes in your closet?”

I nodded in response before dragging him down to meet my lips. “I love you. Stay safe.”

 That was two weeks ago. I hadn’t seen Stiles again. Scott told me that they had him chained down in Derek’s basement. After what had happened, Stiles came willingly, only asking to make sure I was safe. When asked why, Stiles just stated he had a bad feeling.

I was sitting in his jeep now, tapping on the wheel. I didn’t have his keys, of course, he wouldn’t give them to anyone. The only exception would only be Scott because of how close they are. I wanted to cry, if I was being completely honest. I wasn’t allowed over at Derek’s house while he was there. I was told that it might set him off if he sees me. Last time was while he was in heat, now he’s fighting an irresistible craving and he couldn’t drink supernatural blood.

I missed him so much, and the fact that he was obviously not okay only made it worse. I would get short updates every now and then, but the pack refused to tell me anything. The last time someone tried to, Liam accidentally stated that Stiles wouldn’t stop screaming for me. I just wanted to help. If anything, I should be the one to settle him down. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t at least go see if I could be of any help.

I slammed my head on the wheel of the jeep one time and groaned, something I seemed to be doing often. While he was gone, I was left with some clothes of his and pictures.

From the little knowledge I had, it seemed like they were trying to track down the vampire who bit him. Apparently, Stiles had to kill him to become human again. After some extensive research myself, that was all I could find as well- well, at least from a valuable source. The rest talk about some Edward Cullen shit that I didn’t care too much to hear about. That wasn’t the point it.

It was night time when I stepped out of the jeep. Of course, it was always nighttime when bad stuff happened. The daytime just wasn’t scary enough, I guess.

I was walking to my front door – the others had moved Stiles’ jeep to my house saying something about how it should stay in safe hands - when I was grabbed from behind and pushed into a wall. A cold hand wrapped around my mouth while the other pushed me into the wall. I let out a muffled shriek.

“Finally,” a deep voice spoke from behind me, “I have you.”

That was all I heard before I blacked out as he pressed harshly on a pressure point on my neck.

I awoke what seemed like hours later as the sun was beginning to rise. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around to see I was tied to a chair in the middle of what seemed to be a living room. I could feel my anxiety settling in the pits of my stomach from not knowing where I was or how long I had been out.

I pulled at the ties, trying to see if there were any loose points. However, when I pulled my leg, trying to figure out if it was loose, a man walked into the room. He was on the phone, frowning as if he were trying to figure it out. He was tall, that was for sure, and he had long black hair and bright red eyes. I tried to shrink into my seat when he looked my way, a lazy smirk on his face.

He gleamed brightly at me, two long, pointy teeth sticking out. I took a deep breath as he walked towards me. “Good morning.”

“Why am I here,” I gulped, pulling at my arm ropes.

The man tutted and scrunched his nose. “Why did he choose you of all people. You’re quite the opposite. He stood tall and proud while you hide like a meek kitten.”

I frowned at him and spit in his face, trying to prove a point of sorts. “Fuck you.”

The man chuckled and backed away, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Now that’s more like it.”

I was about to say something again when his phone cut him off. He answered the call quickly, picking at his nails. I pull at the wrist ties once again, though I knew it was futile.

“Bring me the boy. ... Yes, I have her. … That was the deal. … If you don’t bring him to me, I will kill her. … I want him in my coven. … bring him! ...”

He was talking furiously, glaring at me while I held my breath. I scratched the chair nervously. What was he planning?

I was going to say something to him when he hit the wall, making a hole in the brick. “Those idiots just don’t pay attention.” He walked out the room, slamming the door.

He left me for a few hours. Why were there always a period of time between stuff?  Why couldn’t every just- I don’t know – happen? I was half asleep and hungry when he walked in, whistling happily. I looked at him confused; he simply ignored me.

He walked behind me and picked up the chair, causing me to freak out, jerking around in the chair. The man simply ignored me and carried me outside. I immediately closed my eyes from the bright light. It was sometime in the afternoon. I opened my eyes to see the pack standing in front of me, Stiles front and center, red eyes shining brightly even from where I was.

“Stiles,” I yelled out, jerking forward in the chair.

The man laughed before patting my head. “Ahh, Stiles, I’m glad you came to your senses. I’m sure you’ll enjoy being by my side. I can be reasonable.”

Stiles nodded and walked forward, the man meeting him halfway. I watched with wide eyes. He was going to join him?

I was about to cry out for him to stop when Stiles did something unexpected. A blade fell from his hoodie’s sleeve. Stiles moved forward quickly. Apparently, the man didn’t see him coming as all I heard was a scream as Stiles drove the blade through his skull from the bottom of his chin.

I yelled out for Stiles, trying to see if he was okay. The vampire fell to the ground, dead. Stiles stood, shaking silently, before he collapsed to the ground, screaming. I continued to scream, struggling against the ropes that held me down. Scott rushed forward to hold Stiles while Malia and Lydia surrounded him. Kira and Liam rushed forward to untie me. They cut the ropes off of me and before I knew it, I was sprinting towards Stiles, pushing past Lydia and Malia, and holding his head in my lap.

I watched him groan in pain before he opened his eyes, the normal hazel having returned.

“Stiles,” I questioned quietly, trying not to frighten him, “Stiles, are you okay?”

I could feel tears running down my face as he smiled and pulled his hand up to cup my face. “I missed you,” he whispered.

I cried from happiness and clutched him tightly, bending down to kiss him. “Don’t ever let that happen again, please.”

Stiles chuckled and nodded. “I’ll try.”

“Now, come on,” I mumbled standing up, pulling him with me, “I feel like we both need a long deserved nap.”

[sciles-4-lyfe]

Fangs

Author: Daddy Lily ( @sarcxstic-stilinski )

Relationship: Vampire!Stiles x female!reader (sorry)

Word Count: 4433

Warnings: violence, fighting, mature language, smut, vampire, biting, blood?, kidnapping, I never know what to warn

Request: @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone  said: I have a weird request, well not weird like... okay so. PLEASE MY LIFE NEED A VAMPIRE STILES SMUT YOU WOULD GRANT ME MY MOST HYPERWANTED EVER WISH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

A/N: So,,,, it’s definitely more than smut. It didn’t center around that so I apologize... yea... enjoy. Also, I’m gonna update my masterlist later tonight.

Stiles dragged his feet along the soft underbrush quietly, looking around himself terrified. He was in the middle of the woods alone as he had lost the others quite a while ago. Normally, he wouldn’t have cared the least. I mean, how hard could it be to find them? Not tonight, though.

The pack had come into the woods for a specific reason, a terrifying reason. Lately, there had been cases of people found in the wood, everything in their body intact except for the fact that there was no blood left. Something had been sucking the blood out of them, shown by the small bite marks on the sides of their necks.

Of course, Stiles had immediately jumped on the case when his father had brought it up, going through extensive research to figure everything out. It was his first instinct that it was a vampire. Werewolves were real; why couldn’t they be?

So, he called the pack after finding out where it was hiding and how to kill it. Simple, just cut its head off with a silver blade. Well, it was easier said than done.

Somehow, the vampire knew the pack was coming and immediately started playing tricks on them. He sped in front of them, chuckling darkly when Stiles flew around, trying to figure out where he was going. Scott set off after him, taking precautious steps so everyone was safe. It was all in vain, though.

The vampire, after having way too much fun, had separated the entire pack from each other, driving them into different parts of the woods. Stiles was alone.

Stiles was his favorite. He was the one who had initially discovered him. He was the one with all the information, something that confused him beyond belief as it would have been madness searching through all the lore. He was the one who had a bat instead of a blade.

The vampire made sure Stiles was far, far away from the others. He pushed him deeper and deeper into the forest, mimicking Scott and Lydia’s voice to drive him closer.

By the time the vampire had him right where he wanted, the pack had regrouped. They found each other using their supernatural senses, something Stiles didn’t have. Instead, he was alone in the maze of woods, spinning in useless circles.

“Scott,” he yelled into the darkness, trying to make out the figure approaching him. Unlike what he wished had happened, he was not met with Scott. Instead, a large man with a gleaming smile and bright red eyes stepped out from the trees.

“I’m afraid you might have me mistaken for a friend of yours,” the vampire smirked, showing his teeth off proudly. “I am not Scott. My name is Micah, and I’m guessing yours is Stiles.” The vampire’s voice was laced with an accent Stiles couldn’t pinpoint, but it left the man drawling out every sentence, a slight lisp to it from the two sharp teeth poking out from his lips.

Stiles raised the bat slowly, wishing he had brought a blade. It was only his luck that he would be the one stuck in this situation, but if he had a knife, he’d probably end up stabbing himself with it on accident. “What do you want with me,” Stiles questioned darkly, trying to maintain eye contact with the creature.

The man known as Micah smirked and began speaking again. “You’re a curious little thing, aren’t you? Most would have tried to run off with their tail tucked between their legs by now.”

“Yeah, well you’ll find I’m not like most people,” Stiles retorted, taking a step back as his bat swayed lightly in his hands as if he were getting ready to swing at a baseball.

“That’s why I want you, Stiles,” Micah drawled out. “You’re not like most people. I’ve been watching you for the past few days, and I think you would make an excellent vampire, possibly one of the best. You have the perfect qualities and the perfect supernatural connections. Don’t think I haven’t taken note of your little friends. A banshee, two werewolf, a kitsune, and a werecoyote. You have quite the group of friends there.” Micah began pacing back and forth in front of Stiles, watching him as Stiles returned the look. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed sweet little y/n. Poor thing doesn’t even know what she’s gotten herself into, does she?”

Stiles gritted his teeth and spit out his response vehemently, “you leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with this.”

“Oh, she has everything to do with this,” Micah sang happily. “Of course, when I turn you, she’s going to have to deal with the consequences. You should have listened to her when she told you not to come out tonight. Little bird knew something was wrong, just couldn’t put her finger on it.”

Stiles grunted and watched the man carefully. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Haven’t you been listening,” Micah chuckled happily. “I’m going to turn you into a vampire, and that little bat is not going to do anything to save you.”

“Says you,” Stiles grunted before swinging the bat forward, hitting the side of Micah’s face. The vampire screamed and clutched his face, trying to stay calm.

“Vervain,” he snarled before yelling, “You laced your bat with vervain?”

Stiles smirked and patted the bat into his hand. “Totally worth it.” He then swung again at the vampire only to have it thrown away.

Micah stood up slowly and snarled at Stiles, his eyes changing to black. “I was going to be nice about it, but you just can’t accept this can you? You’re going to make me do this the hard way.” Micah yelled something else before running forward, appearing in front of Stiles within seconds. He pushed him against a tree and growled loudly. Stiles stood petrified, trying to free himself from the grip of the thing, but before he could even try, Micah swept down and bit into his neck, leaving Stiles a screaming mess.

Pain coursed through the boy to the point of where he couldn’t move. After Micah was satisfied with the damages to Stiles, he pulled away, cut his wrist with his teeth, and placed it in Stiles’ mouth, forcing the blood to flow into it. Stiles watched with tired eyes as he felt himself drift into unconsciousness.

“Good luck,” Micah stated before smirking and disappearing, leaving Stiles to crumple to the forest floor and pass out.

When Stiles awoke, he found himself tied to a bed. He groaned quietly. It felt like there was fire running through his veins. There was a thin sheen of old sweat across his body, making him feel gross. His eyes hurt from the small light by the door, and he couldn’t help but whine softly. No matter how much he didn’t want to admit it, his pants were tight, straining from an erection.

He found himself unconsciously tugging at the restraints, trying to free himself. It wasn’t until he heard the door to the room open that he stopped his actions. He lifted his head- one of the only body parts he could move- and saw Scott standing at the door with a worried look on his face.

Stiles sniffed the air quietly, frowning when he realized his sense of smell was possibly the best it had ever been. His eyes scanned Scott cautiously, trying to figure out why all his senses were better than ever. He gulped quietly and slumped back into the bed.

Scott quietly walked up to the bed, holding a bowl of water with a rag hanging out. Stiles watched him carefully.

“Hey Stiles,” Scott spoke quietly as if trying not to set the boy off. Stiles didn’t respond. “Do you remember anything?” Stiles didn’t respond. Scott rung out a rag and swiped it across Stiles’ forehead. “Well, Deaton and Derek said that you got bit by a vampire. The only way to reverse it is if we kill the one who bit you. We’re trying to find him right now.” Stiles remained quiet. “That’s why you’re tied down. We feared what would happen.”

Stiles grunted and pulled at his restraints again. “Let me go, Scott,” he whined, rolling his eyes. “It’s obvious that I’m not going to do anything. Where’s y/n?”

Scott looked at him quickly before looking away, running the rag down his arm now. “I can’t. Deaton also said that since you’re just turned, you’re going to be in heat. I thought that was just for werewolves, but I guess I’m wrong. So, he said we have to keep you down until it passes.”

Stiles looked at Scott with an expression that left Scott feeling stupid. “If I’m a vampire, that means I can break through these ropes, Scott.”

“Stiles I don’t want to hurt you.”

“And I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to, Scott.”

Scott watched Stiles with a look of disappointment- for who, Stiles didn’t know- and sighed before standing up. He grabbed the bowl and shut the door. “Goodnight, Stiles,” he called through the door to which Stiles rolled his eyes again.

His eyes flicked down to the rope tied around his wrists. He pulled at them slowly before snapping his wrist up, breaking through the thick rope. He grinned happily and did the same for his other wrist, his legs following the action. He pulled himself off the bed and walked quietly over to the window. In the front yard, his jeep was parked.

The room was on the first floor, so it was relatively easy for him to climb out the window. He walked towards his jeep only to realize that it would obviously give away the fact that he was leaving. Instead, he walked into the woods.

He knew the path to y/n’s house like the back of his hand. It was as dark as the night before, but he could see with such precision, it seemed like it was daytime. He ran quickly, trees passing by as a blur. It only took him thirty seconds to reach y/n’s house from the inhuman speeds he was reaching.

He stood in front of the house, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t supposed to be here, he knew that, but he didn’t care. Quickly, he stepped forward before stepping back. If his heart could race, he knew it would. It hadn’t occurred to him that he was a vampire. He was dead. He would drink blood. He was a vampire.

The thought sat in the back of his head silently as if he would listen to it. Stiles took a deep breath and listened to see how far he could project his hearing. He focused quietly and listened. Inside the house, he could hear a heartbeat and a tv playing quietly in the background. y/n was the only one home.

___CHANGING THE POINT OF VIEW BECAUSE IM TRASH___

I set typing away on my computer. I had an essay due in a few days, and I wanted it to be over. School was annoying, but I had to do it. There was a law or something.

I was almost done when I heard the door of my bedroom open. “Yes, mom,” I questioned, not turning away from my computer.

“I don’t believe I’m your mom,” I heard a familiar voice laugh from the door. I turned to see Stiles standing at my door. I smiled widely and stood up, walking over to him.

“Hey, babe! What are you doing here,” I questioned, wrapping my arms around his neck. Stiles smiled broadly and bent down to place a kiss on my lips. I giggled loudly into his kiss and moved farther towards him only to jump back. “Are you- Are you hard right now?”

“Sorry,” he mumbled gruffly, “Apparently I’m in heat.”

“Heat,” I questioned confused, pulling away even farther. “You’re not a werewolf.”

Stiles laughed and moved forward to me, pulling me near him again, “vampire. Something happened on the hunt.”

“What the fuck, Stiles?” I yelled, pushing myself away from his grip. “Shouldn’t you be with Scott or something? What if something happens?”

“C’mon, babe, don’t worry about that right now.” He leaned forward and placed his head in the crook of my neck. “I go out of my way to come see you, and you don’t even want me here.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone. I typed in Scott’s contact and quickly dialed his number as Stiles began to trace his lips down my throat. It rang a few times before he picked up, his tired voice ringing through the phone. “Yea-“

“What the fuck, Scott,” I cut him off, trying to ignore Stiles who was kept trying harder to get my attention.

“What,” he grumbled into the phone.

“Stiles is a fucking vampire now? And he’s in my room?” I screamed frantically, pushing away Stiles’ hands that crawled up my stomach. He pulled away and pouted at me. He picked me up by my legs and pushed me to the nearby wall, making me squeak in surprise.

“What? I had a line of vervain all around his room!”

“Well, obviously it didn’t work,” I screamed back.

I heard him shuffling around his room, looking for something. “From- From the notes we have, it doesn’t look like he’ll hurt you. He’s just in heat which means that he’s going to want to have sex, especially with his anchor, which I’m guessing is you since he showed up. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get there in time, y/n. I don’t know what to do. You live so far away from us. I don’t understand how Stiles got there so fast.” Scott seemed a little less frantic as he read from his notes. “I promise, nothing bad is going to happen as long as he doesn’t give you his blood. He might take some of yours.”

“Scott, I don’t trust this,” I whined, pushing away Stiles’ needy hands. They tried to grab anything they could get. It wasn’t as if I didn’t want it, it’s just- what if he loses control and kills me. He just turned into a vampire. I hadn’t seen him in three days and now he shows up and wants to do me. What the hell?

“Y/n, have I ever put you into a seriously dangerous situation?”

“Yes!” I screamed into the phone, “All the time!”

Scott sighed and stated slowly, “He’s not going to hurt you. I’m going to get the rest of the pack and we’ll come restrain him. Just do what you must to keep him from doing something bad.”

“Scott,” I whined, letting Stiles un his hands up and down my thighs.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

Then, he hung up, leaving me with Stiles. “Are you that worried, babe,” Stiles questioned, pushing his lips against where the phone was. I had thrown it onto the bed.

“Stiles, I don’t know what’ll happen.”

“Trust me, baby,” he whispered, pulling at my top.

I groaned and placed my head on the wall. “Fuck, whatever,” I grunted, pushing his head to mine, molding our lips together. “I fucking love you,” I muttered into his lips. Stiles smirked and pulled my shirt over my head, moving us to the bed. He pushed me down and pushed himself down so his lips connected to my throat, moving farther and farther down. I groaned in response, pulling locks of his hair.

Stiles grinned against me, lips in the middle of my breasts. His hands reached behind my arched back, fumbling to unclip the bra. He pulled it off quickly and threw it across the room. I moaned lowly under my breath as his lips circled my nipple, his hand squeezing my other breast.

“Stiles,” I whined, feeling him buck his hips up into mine. “Stiles please.”

Stiles pulled away and smirked at me, his hair disheveled yet he looked like nothing had happened. “Tell me what you want, babygirl.” He spoke as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a lean, toned torso. His hands fiddled with his pants as he watched me, pushing them down to his ankles, letting his erection spring free.

“Stiles, please, fuck me,” I groaned into him, my hands against his shoulders. He grinned and tugged at my gym shorts, pulling them down with ease along with my underwear. Stiles grabbed my ass and looked down at me before placing his lips on mine.

“We don’t have much time,” he mumbled, his dick pushing against my entrance. I moaned lowly, as did he. “You’re so wet. Is this all for me,” he questioned, nipping at my neck.

“Yes, Stiles, please,” I groaned into him. Stiles smirked and slowly pushed himself in before starting off at a quick pace, snapping his hips to mine furiously. He used his newfound strength to go faster than he ever had. He groaned against my neck and bit down harshly, drawing blood. His hands squeezed my boobs harshly making me scream in pleasure. His hips seemed to never stop.

I groaned out something incomprehensible as Stiles pulled out. He then flipped me over, my ass in the air as he slammed into me from behind. He gripped my hips harshly, and I knew it was going to leave bruises. My face was pressed into my blankets.

I could feel myself getting ready to release, the all too familiar feeling building quickly in the pits of my stomach. I moaned loudly and called out to him. “Stiles,” I screamed.

“I need you to come for me, y/n. Fall apart for me.” He pulled me up to where my back was pressed against his stomach and my head was on his shoulder. His hand rested on my stomach and the other on my hair while mine were wrapped into his hair, carding through it.

I let out a cry of pleasure and gripped him tighter as I felt myself come, my vision turning slightly white as he continued to push into me. He waited until I had completely ridden out my high, throbbing and tightening around him. I knew he was close to finishing.

“Stiles,” I screamed and pushed into him, helping him go deeper. He did one final thrust before he pulled out, coming on my back, his breath shaky.

I groaned lowly and fell forward as Stiles let go of me, not caring what I looked like.

“C’mon babe, we have to get you in the shower,” Stiles mumbled. He slowly picked me up bridal style, walking to the bathroom. He set me down on the toilet, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. He turned on the water, making sure it was warm before he walked over, picked me up, and placed me in it.

I sighed and slumped into the tub, enjoying how warm it was.

Of course, my time was short as almost immediately, I heard Scott’s voice ring through my house. “Y/n? Are you okay? Where are you?”

I sighed and placed my head against the wall in annoyance. Stiles smiled sadly and stood up from beside the tub. “Do you still have some of my clothes in your closet?”

I nodded in response before dragging him down to meet my lips. “I love you. Stay safe.”

That was two weeks ago. I hadn’t seen Stiles again. Scott told me that they had him chained down in Derek’s basement. After what had happened, Stiles came willingly, only asking to make sure I was safe. When asked why, Stiles just stated he had a bad feeling.

I was sitting in his jeep now, tapping on the wheel. I didn’t have his keys, of course, he wouldn’t give them to anyone. The only exception would only be Scott because of how close they are. I wanted to cry, if I was being completely honest. I wasn’t allowed over at Derek’s house while he was there. I was told that it might set him off if he sees me. Last time was while he was in heat, now he’s fighting an irresistible craving and he couldn’t drink supernatural blood.

I missed him so much, and the fact that he was obviously not okay only made it worse. I would get short updates every now and then, but the pack refused to tell me anything. The last time someone tried to, Liam accidentally stated that Stiles wouldn’t stop screaming for me. I just wanted to help. If anything, I should be the one to settle him down. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t at least go see if I could be of any help.

I slammed my head on the wheel of the jeep one time and groaned, something I seemed to be doing often. While he was gone, I was left with some clothes of his and pictures.

From the little knowledge I had, it seemed like they were trying to track down the vampire who bit him. Apparently, Stiles had to kill him to become human again. After some extensive research myself, that was all I could find as well- well, at least from a valuable source. The rest talk about some Edward Cullen shit that I didn’t care too much to hear about. That wasn’t the point it.

It was night time when I stepped out of the jeep. Of course, it was always nighttime when bad stuff happened. The daytime just wasn’t scary enough, I guess.

I was walking to my front door – the others had moved Stiles’ jeep to my house saying something about how it should stay in safe hands - when I was grabbed from behind and pushed into a wall. A cold hand wrapped around my mouth while the other pushed me into the wall. I let out a muffled shriek.

“Finally,” a deep voice spoke from behind me, “I have you.”

That was all I heard before I blacked out as he pressed harshly on a pressure point on my neck.

I awoke what seemed like hours later as the sun was beginning to rise. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around to see I was tied to a chair in the middle of what seemed to be a living room. I could feel my anxiety settling in the pits of my stomach from not knowing where I was or how long I had been out.

I pulled at the ties, trying to see if there were any loose points. However, when I pulled my leg, trying to figure out if it was loose, a man walked into the room. He was on the phone, frowning as if he were trying to figure it out. He was tall, that was for sure, and he had long black hair and bright red eyes. I tried to shrink into my seat when he looked my way, a lazy smirk on his face.

He gleamed brightly at me, two long, pointy teeth sticking out. I took a deep breath as he walked towards me. “Good morning.”

“Why am I here,” I gulped, pulling at my arm ropes.

The man tutted and scrunched his nose. “Why did he choose you of all people. You’re quite the opposite. He stood tall and proud while you hide like a meek kitten.”

I frowned at him and spit in his face, trying to prove a point of sorts. “Fuck you.”

The man chuckled and backed away, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Now that’s more like it.”

I was about to say something again when his phone cut him off. He answered the call quickly, picking at his nails. I pull at the wrist ties once again, though I knew it was futile.

“Bring me the boy. ... Yes, I have her. … That was the deal. … If you don’t bring him to me, I will kill her. … I want him in my coven. … bring him! ...”

He was talking furiously, glaring at me while I held my breath. I scratched the chair nervously. What was he planning?

I was going to say something to him when he hit the wall, making a hole in the brick. “Those idiots just don’t pay attention.” He walked out the room, slamming the door.

He left me for a few hours. Why were there always a period of time between stuff?  Why couldn’t every just- I don’t know – happen? I was half asleep and hungry when he walked in, whistling happily. I looked at him confused; he simply ignored me.

He walked behind me and picked up the chair, causing me to freak out, jerking around in the chair. The man simply ignored me and carried me outside. I immediately closed my eyes from the bright light. It was sometime in the afternoon. I opened my eyes to see the pack standing in front of me, Stiles front and center, red eyes shining brightly even from where I was.

“Stiles,” I yelled out, jerking forward in the chair.

The man laughed before patting my head. “Ahh, Stiles, I’m glad you came to your senses. I’m sure you’ll enjoy being by my side. I can be reasonable.”

Stiles nodded and walked forward, the man meeting him halfway. I watched with wide eyes. He was going to join him?

I was about to cry out for him to stop when Stiles did something unexpected. A blade fell from his hoodie’s sleeve. Stiles moved forward quickly. Apparently, the man didn’t see him coming as all I heard was a scream as Stiles drove the blade through his skull from the bottom of his chin.

I yelled out for Stiles, trying to see if he was okay. The vampire fell to the ground, dead. Stiles stood, shaking silently, before he collapsed to the ground, screaming. I continued to scream, struggling against the ropes that held me down. Scott rushed forward to hold Stiles while Malia and Lydia surrounded him. Kira and Liam rushed forward to untie me. They cut the ropes off of me and before I knew it, I was sprinting towards Stiles, pushing past Lydia and Malia, and holding his head in my lap.

I watched him groan in pain before he opened his eyes, the normal hazel having returned.

“Stiles,” I questioned quietly, trying not to frighten him, “Stiles, are you okay?”

I could feel tears running down my face as he smiled and pulled his hand up to cup my face. “I missed you,” he whispered.

I cried from happiness and clutched him tightly, bending down to kiss him. “Don’t ever let that happen again, please.”

Stiles chuckled and nodded. “I’ll try.”

“Now, come on,” I mumbled standing up, pulling him with me, “I feel like we both need a long deserved nap.”

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What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? (Scott/Malia)

Merry Christmas, @allisonscott ! I was your Secret Santa for Scolia Secret Santa. I wanted to give you a slow-build relationship, so here’s a decade-plus of NYE’s. I know something went wrong with the original submission, so here it is, sans coding errors and with a complete ending. Hope you enjoy. :)

Read it here or on AO3.

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New Year’s Eve, 2011

Lydia Martin’s parties are a status symbol in Beacon Hills. You’re not someone unless you can somehow score an invite, and nothing rivals her New Year’s Eve party. Two years ago, Scott had spent New Year’s binge watching Marvel movies with his mom and Stiles, listening to Stiles volley between lamenting their low, low status and inventing possible scenarios of what was unfolding at the party across town. This year, Scott wanders that same party, followed by the ghost of a girl he’s not quite ready to shake and mentally curses Lydia Martin and her parties for bringing Allison Argent into his life.

At ten minutes till midnight, he’s still torn between wanting to leave this godawful year behind and not being ready to part with what 2011 will signify for the rest of his life. Suddenly, it’s too warm in the overcrowded living room where someone’s starting to pass out poppers, so he walks past the kitchen where Lydia and Derek are filling solo cups with champagne and finds himself in the backyard. He expects to be alone - after all, it’s almost midnight - but there’s a flash of movement near the pool, and he looks over just as Malia’s head whips around. She’s sitting cross-legged on the tiled border, dressed in cutoffs and a sweatshirt that looks an awful lot like Stiles’s lacrosse hoodie. From where he stands on the patio, it looks like she’s shivering.

His initial reaction is to turn around and head back inside. Malia’s become a staple lately, a siamese twin glued to Stiles’s side, but Scott still doesn’t feel like he knows her - and he’s not sure he wants to. (Stiles’s survivor guilt has him throwing himself into saving someone else while Scott’s has him certain he shouldn’t be allowed to lead a pack.) But then he makes eye contact with her, and he can’t just slip back inside.

“It’s almost midnight,” he says instead as he lingers in that spot just outside the door. He silently wills her to give up her spot and go join the party’s impending countdown.

She shrugs instead. “It was midnight three hours ago in New York.”

The thought hadn’t crossed his mind that across the country, it’s already a year where she will never exist, and he feels warm again. He can’t head back inside now. The only other choice is to cross the patio.

“Asleep.”

“Asleep?”

Malia nods. She doesn’t offer any more information at first. Instead, she gazes out over the pool for a long, silent minute before she finally says, “He still smells like it.”

Scott knows what she means. He can still smell it, too, the way it lingers on his best friend, even after the dark circles faded from around Stiles’s eyes and his skin turned to its normal pale instead of deathly white. But it’s like there’s been some unspoken promise between Scott and Malia to not tell Stiles. After all, he’s still just barely enough on this side of things to fall asleep in the middle of parties.

“He’s gonna be fine,” Scott says, grateful he hasn’t yet taught her about the way heartbeats speed up when someone tells a half-truth. Fine is probably outside the realm of possibility, has been since Scott got bit, but his glass has always been half-full too.

Malia doesn’t even acknowledge that he talked, though. She just keeps staring across the backyard like there’s something out there he’s missed. Her voice isn’t as raspy as it was when she first shifted back to this body, but she still doesn’t talk much. She doesn’t make much eye contact either. Really, she doesn’t do much with anyone who isn’t Stiles. And with him asleep in the guest room upstairs, she’s much less the furious half-animal out for vengeance from the people who forced her into this life and much more the scared half-girl who still hasn’t figured this whole human thing out. And at seven minutes to midnight, he can’t just leave her out there alone.

With a sigh, he gives up his hope of being alone when his first year post-Allison begins and crosses the few yards between himself and Malia. At least she finally turns her head to look at him when he drops down beside her.

“You know, you’re gonna miss it.” Malia just keeps staring at him until he finally elaborates. “Midnight. Here, in California.”

“I don’t care.”

Music spills out of the house behind them, coupled with excited voices as the new year gets closer. It’s too jubilant to match the tightness that grows in his chest every time he checks the time on his phone. Scott needs a distraction, which is how he ends up putting his foot in his mouth.

First, though, he presses his palms against the mosaiced walkway and leans back so he can see her face. “Do you remember New Year’s? From before?”

She shoots him a look that’s definitely more furious half-animal than scared half-girl and bares her teeth.

Scott doesn’t recoil. In his head, he can see Stiles placing a gentle, albeit poorly timed, hand on her shoulder as he reminds her Not at friends. Not at people period. But Scott doesn’t say anything. Baring your teeth at the new year feels somehow appropriate tonight. He also doesn’t expect her to tell him anything else, which is why he’s surprised when she talks again.

“The last New Year’s I remember, my dad told me it was gonna be my year. Then three months later, I killed my mom and my sister.”

Again, Stiles’s voice is there in the back of his head, reminding him that they need to keep telling her it wasn’t her fault. But Scott pushes it away. The heaviness in his own heart says guilt doesn’t work that way. Instead, he lays back in the cold grass, trying to ignore the way the music has stopped. The way people are louder, more excited. He can’t get his hands to move the right way to check the time on his phone again, though, so he folds them under his head.

“The last time my mom made us make resolutions was the last new year’s before my dad walked out,” he tells her, swapping terrible holiday for terrible holiday. He’s not sure why he tells her at all until she lays back beside him, and it seems to make sense.

“New Year’s is stupid.”

“The worst.”

It catches him off-guard when the countdown starts inside. His chest pulls tighter and tighter until it feels like he can’t breath. Until he sees stars. Until he starts to wonder if this is what Stiles’s panic attacks feel like.

Happy New Year! the collective voices inside cheer, and his heart lodges itself in the back of his throat, threatening to choke him.

“It’s midnight,” Malia sighs beside him.

Her words come back to him without any conscious effort on his part, and his throat starts to feel like it might not close up after all. “It was midnight three hours ago in New York.”

New Year’s Eve/Day, 2013

Paris has been good for her. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, even Derek got to just be for parts of high school. They all had memories of parties, dances, first dates, and friday night games. And (at least by the time she settled into her new skin) Malia had berserkers and dread doctors and a homicidal mom for good measure. But in Paris, she gets to just be. There’s dance clubs and boys with names she sometimes can’t pronounce and liquor laced with wolfsbane once she finds a pack Derek gives her the name of. And it’s everything she wanted it to be.

By New Year’s Eve, she’s been there almost a week. She still barely knows any French, but that just gives her an excuse to not talk when she’d rather be doing other things with her mouth. She spends the holiday out with the two youngest members of the pack she’s stumbled upon, then ends up in the quiet of an apartment with Paul, who she met a few hours ago. She has no idea when the clock switches over to a new year, and it’s bliss.

The sky is still grey the next morning when she wakes up to a buzzing that sounds like it’s just below her ear. It takes her a minute to figure out what just woke her, another to remember where she is, and thirty seconds more to realize that it’s her phone in the pocket of her discarded cuttoffs on the floor. Trying to stay as still as possible to avoid waking Paul, she slides her arm across the mattress until she can reach her pocket, then fishes around until she finally finds her phone. She pulls it out and flips it over to find Scott’s name on the screen, and there’s a weird tug at her heart.

I don’t know what time it is there, but it’s midnight in New York, so I think it’s the new year there?

It’s the first time it dawns on her that it is indeed the New Year, and she’s about to tell him as much when the … appears on the screen to let her know that he’s typing again.

Stiles just pointed out that I could’ve Googled that. So it’s six there.

He wants you to know he had to tell me cause he’s an asshole.

Anyways, Happy New Year.

Malia can picture them; half a world away, they’re probably in Derek’s loft. Just like they were for Christmas, except the Sheriff and Melissa probably aren’t there this time. Lydia didn’t throw a party last year when they were all at odds with one another, and holidays feel different now when it’s the only time Stiles and Lydia make the trip back from the east coast. Which is probably why Scott reacted the way he did when she told him on Christmas she was leaving the next day for Paris. But Lydia had MIT, and Scott had Davis, and Malia needed this.

Happy New Year, she writes and then deletes it. New Year’s is stupid, she writes back instead.

She waits for his … to appear again, but it doesn’t. Derek texts her to wish her a Happy New Year, though, and so does Stiles, so she responds to both of them before she comes back to her message thread with Scott. Scrolling back up, she reads through their texts that stop abruptly on Christmas, right around the time she told him her plan out on Derek’s fire escape. He and Lydia had deferred for a semester while they fought a literal war, but they planned to leave Beacon Hills behind after the holiday. And Malia had still wanted her time to just be, to figure out who she was when she wasn’t Stiles’s girlfriend or Peter Hale’s daughter.

But Scott hadn’t understood, partly because they were still in the middle of… something. He never sat her down the way Stiles had, back when he had defined the word girlfriend for her and then panicked when she substituted it for mate, but they had spent a lot of time together. His mom started expecting her to wander downstairs in the morning after she sat them down to remind them that they both had goals for the future that a diaper bag doesn’t fit into (Malia didn’t get it). But Scott planned to leave, and Malia planned to do the same. And now, things had been weird.

She makes it to four days before she left when her screen suddenly jumps on its own, bringing her back down to his newest message: The worst.

Malia feels that same tug at her heart as she pictures him not in Derek’s loft but laying beside her in the grass instead. Younger, but somehow more worn. Maybe a little broken.

She’s not sure what else to say, but his … saves her again, and then is replaced by his next message: How’s 2014?

Lonely is the first word that comes to mind, even though Paul’s arm is still thrown around her waist. Kind of the same, she says instead.

She watches as he types something, then must delete, then types something again. Over and over, the cursor appears and then disappears again without another text. Then finally, he sends back a single word.

Cool.

It’s quick and short. She pictures him setting his phone back down or pocketing it again, then joining back in the conversation about Braeden’s latest mission or Stiles’s weird roommate who can’t sleep with the closet door closed. Time doesn’t really matter to her and time zones still make no sense, but for a minute, she can feel the distance between them now that they’re living in two different countries and two different years.

Before she can stop herself, she types out I miss you.

Her finger hovers over send for just a half second too long, and then, just when she’s about to press it, Paul stirs beside her, tugging her closer in his half-asleep state.

“What time is it?” he mumbles as he buries his face against the back of her neck. His stubble rubs against her skin in a way that’s nothing like Scott.

“A little after six.”

“ ‘S early.”

“Not that early,” she argues as she sets her phone back down on the floor and flips over on the mattress so that his lips meet hers instead of the back of her neck.

A few hours later, she finds her text to Scott, still waiting to be sent. She deletes it instead and doesn’t text him again until they’re both in the same year and the same country.

New Year’s Eve, 2015 Her name is Bri. He meets her in a Starbucks on a Friday night when he’s claimed a secluded table in the corner where he won’t have to listen to his roommate fight with his girlfriend for the ninth - ninth - time this week, and she asks to take the other half of the table. Six months later, she’s settled into the apartment he started renting after his roommate and his now ex got into fight #10, and she’s met his mom. But he still hasn’t told her that he moonlights as a supernatural creature. Which makes the holidays… awkward.

Thank god Stiles and Lydia are the planners Scott never wanted to be, because they listen to his panicked phone call and then solve the dilemma he thought had been the realization that she doesn’t know he’s a part of a freaking pack of animals. Their official unofficial New Year’s get together is moved to the McCall house where there’s significantly less weird paraphernalia if you don’t know that werewolves exist. Liam makes a joke about Scott flashing his eyes that makes Bri stare at him just a little too long, and Derek accidentally says the word pack a little too loudly when he’s talking to Mason at one point. And when Bri asks about Braeden’s scar, Scott is so caught off guard, he can’t think of anything at all to say and just shrugs a silent I don’t know. But other than that, they might actually make it through this holiday unscathed.

It’s just into the last hour of the year when Scott steps into the kitchen to grab another sadly wolfsbane-less beer when he finds himself face-to-face with Malia. Literally. If it weren’t for coyote instincts, he would’ve hit her with the door.

“Whoa. Sorry,” he says, even as she’s shaking her head with a, “I didn’t know you were there.”

“Yeah. Same.”

Even though she was clearly headed out of the kitchen, she sinks back against the counter as the door swings shut behind him. He’s been home for a week, but this is the first time he’s seen her. In fact, it’s the first time he’s seen her in awhile. Paris led to a visit to London to stay with Ethan and Jackson, then to Spain where a friend of theirs had a pack that also had a werecoyote. She made it back stateside before the end of the year, but her traveling didn’t stop. Instead, she jumped from state to state, meeting pack after pack to learn more about the Hale legacy and the packs that had welcomed other coyotes just like her. So, yeah. It’s been a while.

He wants to tell her that she looks good, but without any effort on his part, Bri is suddenly in the forefront of his mind. “How was Michigan?” he asks instead as he leans against the island opposite her.

“Cold.”

The irony would be funny if it wasn’t directed at him. But her icy, monosyllabic response kind of just hangs between them, suspended by whatever she had wanted to say before something had stopped her, too. Unfortunately, he’s a sucker for this sort of thing.

“Yeah? Isn’t it midnight there already? Like New York?” There’s a roll of her eyes, and he suddenly remembers the time their Physics teacher called her out and Stiles had tried to argue she was blinking with style. She may be traveling the country to try to learn more about what it means to be a half human, but she has definitely mastered the art of the eye roll. She pushes herself off of the counter, too, and pretends to busy herself with the Keurig on the opposite side of the room, but Scott doesn’t give up so easily. “Derek says there’s a whole family of werecoyotes up there.”

“That’s a different pack,” she says at the same instant he remembers that was Minnesota, not Michigan.

“Oh. Yeah. Right.”

“Right,” Malia echoes. The Keurig buzzes loudly, the smell of coffee fills the room. It’s almost enough to cover up the scene of her sudden frustration.

He keeps waiting for her to say something. She’s not good with emotions, but she’s never one to hold her tongue. If it’s him that she’s frustrated with, she would tell him. But the Keurig eventually stops, and it’s just silent between them. He gives her another thirty seconds while she blows into her mug to cool it off, and then he decides he’s had enough staring at her back for one night.

“Well, it’s good to see you,” he says. She doesn’t even turn around. And he’s more hurt than indignant about whatever this is. So he decides to just let it go. “I guess I’ll - “

“Hey! There you are.”

At the sound of another person’s voice, Malia finally does turn around. Just before he turns to see Bri, too, Scott watches her expression change to match Michigan’s winter.

“Bri,” he announces as he gestures between the two girls. “This is Malia. Malia, Bri.”

Bri is bubbly and outgoing. She thrives on human contact and relationships and social situations. She’s been talking about meeting his friends for weeks. She even got Lydia to laugh at her joke, albeit at Scott’s expense, earlier tonight. She’s kind of the antithesis of Malia, and, as she squares her shoulders, Malia seems determined to prove it.

“Hi,” Bri greets her with a tiny wave of her hand. “Happy New Year. It’s nice to finally meet you. Scott’s told me so much about you.”

Malia rolls her eyes sky high a second time as she strides right past Bri. “New Year’s is stupid.”

“Yeah,” Scott agrees because he doesn’t know what else to say. “It’s kind of the worst.” But he hasn’t even finished talking by the time the door is swinging behind her.

He apologizes to Bri and texts Stiles an SOS. Being Malia’s closest friend, he helps to keep her occupied and there’s not another run-in the rest of the night. But as he’s kissing her at midnight, Scott realizes he doesn’t know if Bri is short for Brianne or Brianna or something else entirely.

It takes a few months for their relationship to fizzle out. He never does tell her about the werewolf thing. By next New Year’s, Bri is a distant memory.

New Year’s Eve, 2017

There’s a throbbing in the back of her head. That’s her first coherent thought before she even opens her eyes. Then she tries to turn over, and cries out as pain shoots up her side.

“Malia?”

She grows still at the sound of her own name in her half-conscious state. She’s still too groggy to even know where the sound came from, but her inner coyote processes it as a threat. She doesn’t move even though her side still aches, doesn’t breathe. And then, it speaks again.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

The tension leaves her body as she realizes she knows that voice. Slowly, she opens her eyes, but the room is bright with its harsh fluorescent light. She shuts them tightly again and curls in on herself, only to remember the pain in her side once it’s shooting down towards her thigh again. A little more tentatively, she just barely opens an eye to take her in her surroundings. It’s a hospital room, plain and white, and there’s Scott, just to the side of her bed. She wracks her brain trying to remember how she got here, but that throbbing grows worse, and she definitely doesn’t remember having seen Scott.

“What happened?” she finally asks.

“A hunter,” he sighs as he leans forward in the chair to rest his elbows on his knees. She watches, almost cross-eyed, as he reaches out to brush her hair back behind her ear with a level of gentleness that she doesn’t associate with Scott. “Derek said you guys would track them down when you heard more from Braeden’s contact, but you didn’t want to wait. So you went by yourself. They shot you.”

“That’s it?” Scott’s brow furrows as he stares back at her. But Malia doesn’t offer to explain as she instead tries to sit up. Scott’s hand is there in the next instant, stopping her with a firm hand on her shoulder.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Lia, c’mon. I just told you. You were shot.”

“I’ve been shot,” she argues as she tries again to ignore the pain and sit up.

“Yeah, not like this.” She finally stops in favor of listening to him, rapt enough with attention to fall for his act as he gently lays her back down. “The bullet lodged in your side, and you started to heal around it.”

“Is it still there?”

“No. But trust me, I’ve been there.” His hand lingers on her shoulder still, even though she hasn’t made another move to get up. It takes her a minute to realize her side is tingling now, a sure sign that he’s leeching her pain. Immediately, she shrugs her shoulder, and he at least complies and lets go.

He drops his hand to his side instead, but doesn’t move from his place beside her bed. The fog in her head is starting to clear enough now that she remembers bits and pieces. The crunch of a second set of footsteps in the woods, the suddenness of the pain as it bloomed just above her hip, the relief that came after she decided to stop fighting and just let her eyes close. But Scott is nowhere in her memories of that night. He was supposed to be at Derek’s tonight. She was supposed to be at Derek’s too, she had just planned to show up late. She has no idea what time it is, but it has to be close to midnight, if it hasn’t passed already.

Her eye’s narrow in Scott’s direction as it finally clicks. “Why are you here?”

He scoffs. “Because you were shot.”

“But how did you know I was here?”

Scott’s gaze suddenly drops to his feet, and his face grows darker. When he starts to rub at the back of his neck, he looks just like Stiles does when he’s been caught meddling. She’s sure there’s a chemosignal or two there to clue her in, but her brain is too tired to find it. Eventually, he clears his throat. “I’m, uh, your emergency contact.”

Oh.

Her defensive demeanor drops as his words sink in. It was years ago when she had written him down, replacing her father who didn’t need to know every time the monster of the week almost won. But years ago, she and Scott had been … something that they weren’t anymore.

“Well, I’m fine,” she says, knowing Lydia would tell her to say thank you. “You can go.”

“C’mon, Malia. I’m not gonna go.” He settles back down on the edge of the chair like that proves it.

“But it’s New Year’s Eve. It’s almost midnight.”

“And?”

“And you should be with the pack.”

“So now you’re not in my pack anymore?” he asks with a teasing smile. “Plus, it’s already midnight in New York.”

Malia sighs, dropping her head back down on the pillow. She hates hospitals with a passion, and Scott understands better than anyone else. It’s the smells and the sounds and the chemosignals everyone throws off without even trying. It’s suffocating to be surrounded by so much suffering, and it’s not the way anyone should start a new year. “This is stupid,” she finally sighs.

“New Year’s is stupid,” he echoes, and, despite herself, there’s a warmth that settles in the pit of her stomach - or maybe it’s just the painkillers.

Scott watches her expectantly until she finally relents with a roll of her eyes. “The worst.”

Whatever they gave her for the pain is good and strong and her head is still full of clouds. She might fall asleep again, or maybe she just starts to daze, but the next thing she knows, she’s shivering so hard, she can hear the sound of her own teeth chattering. And each violent shake rattles her sore side where they had to take her apart to find the bullet.

“It’s okay,” Scott says, and she realizes then that he got up again, pulling the thin hospital blankets up to her chin. “Your body’s just fighting the anesthesia. Is that better?”

The blankets don’t do anything to stop her shiver, but she still nods as she says, “Fine.”

He doesn’t buy it, sighing through his nose. “Here,” he says as he begins to slide off the jacket he’s still wearing, laying it over the arm of his chair.

“Scott…”

But he ignores her as he comes around the other side of the bed and kicks off his shoes. He peels the blankets away from her, and the shivering immediately gets worse, but then his body is pressed against hers, his arm circling her waist. She forgot how warm his body always is until it’s surrounding her, beginning to ease the tension that comes with trying to fight the shivering. His hand settles just above her hip, and she’s too tired to say anything when that tingling sensation returns again.

“Better?” he asks when her body is almost still.

“Better.”

By the time midnight arrives, she’s fast asleep, beginning the new year free of pain.

New Year’s Eve, 2020

“Dude.”

Scott jumps, startled by Stiles’s voice despite the whole werewolf hearing and the sensing body heat thing. “What?”

“You’ve got it bad.” Stiles thumps him on the shoulder and nods towards the place by the window where Malia sways gently back and forth. It comes so naturally, Scott doesn’t even think she knows she’s doing it. But Talia is cutting her first molar and brushes away any hand that tries to soothe her swollen gums. Braeden’s sleeping form on the couch would be evidence enough of the battle they’ve been waging, even without the dark circles that surround Derek’s eyes, but Aunt Malia apparently has the magic touch. The baby’s been asleep against her shoulder for almost an hour, and she hasn’t stopped swaying since.

“I get it,” Stiles continues without an invite. “Lydia picks up Talia, and I immediately want to bone her. Even though she is definitely Team No Kids and plans to end her career without ever being traded.”

“I don’t want to -” Scott sputters, stuck on that next word when he juxtaposes Stiles’s crude phrasing with the woman across the room. So instead, he focuses on the second half of what Stiles just said. “Lydia doesn’t want kids?”

Stiles shrugs his shoulders. “She’s only got three more years to finish that PhD before 30. Plus does the world really need little Stilinskis running around?”

Scott should point out that there’s plenty of time once they’re 30 to start a family, which is exactly what Derek did - he thinks it’s what Derek did - But then Lydia is suddenly there, circling her arm around Stiles’s waist. Scott tries not to pay attention to the way that Stiles’s arm wraps around her shoulders and pulls her closer, but even after all this time, it still feels sudden and new and unexpected to see the two of them together. “So what do you think?” she asks, cheek pressed against Stiles’s shoulder. “Should we leave?”

The pack assembled is smaller this year, with Liam off in Seattle visiting Hayden, Mason and Corey visiting Ethan and Jackson in London, and Jordan is off meeting his girlfriend’s family now that she’s confirmed she’s okay with the fact that he spends half of his time as a hellhound. Now it’s just the three of them standing in the kitchen, while Malia rocks the baby and a bleary-eyed Derek simply watches. Lydia probably has the right idea.

“Leave?” Stiles apparently disagrees. “It’s not even midnight.”

“It’s already midnight in New York,” Scott counters, but unlike past New Year’s Eves, the two of them both turn their heads to stare at them. “What?” he asks with a shrug of his shoulders. “It is!”

“Well, we live in California, dude,” Stiles says. Then he literally turns his body to face Lydia, hand falling to her waist, and once again, Scott can’t not notice. “You really want to go?”

“I think they could use some sleep.” Lydia says it as a suggestion, but she’s already starting to clean up in the kitchen. And when she reminds Stiles of her grandmother’s belief that you spend New Year’s the way you spend the rest of the year with a hint at how she plans to spend the rest of the night that’s just unsubtle enough to make Scott feel like he shouldn’t be witnessing it, Stiles is on board. Derek half-heartedly tells them to not worry about the mess, but mostly watches as they take care of the remains of their half-hearted party. By the time Stiles and Lydia are slipping out the door, Derek’s dozed off beside Braeden on the couch.

Scott plans to head out, too. There’s nothing left to clean up, and Talia doesn’t seem to like him much when she’s not teething. But he pauses with his coat on and his hand on the door, turning back around to where Malia’s still standing in front of the picture windows facing the woods, swaying back and forth with the baby. And Stiles still isn’t right, but he can’t leave just yet.

To avoid waking the sleeping parents, he crosses the room again. She must hear him because she turns away from the window, widening the arch of her swaying. “Hey,” he says once he’s close enough for her to hear his voice when it’s just above a whisper. “Stiles and Lydia left.”

“I know,” she deadpans. “I can hear you guys talking.”

Scott laughs. In the eight years he’s known her, he’s watched her become more comfortable in this body. She understands emotions now, and she’s better in most social situations. It may have taken her a little longer, but come May, she’ll have a degree. And yet, he might like this side of her the most, matter-of-fact and so much like the girl they found in the woods.

“Well, I was thinking about -” He motions towards the door in the same instant he realizes he’s not totally sure why he feels like he has to announce this to her. But now she’s just staring at him in a way that implies this statement is no less intelligent the last. “I mean, I guess, if you want,” he says before he can stop himself. “If you didn’t want to spend New Year’s alone…”

Malia’s gaze softens then, less of a judgement over his confessions and maybe something bordering on consideration. The baby chooses that moment, though, to turn her face, nuzzling against Malia’s shoulder before growing still again. Malia looks down at the baby, and by the time she looks back at Scott, her expression has changed. “She just fell asleep. I should make sure she’s really down for the night.”

“Right. Yeah. Of course.”

Scott knows he should take a step back and say his goodbye. He should survey the kitchen one last time to make sure everything is picked up, even though Lydia would never have left if something was out of place. He should go home and text her at midnight, just like he’ll text Stiles and Lydia, Liam and Hayden, Mason and Ethan and Jackson. Instead, he stands rooted to the floor mesmerized as she rubs the baby’s small back,sending faintly dark lines up her wrist when she pauses to check the baby’s pain level.

“You know,” he finally says instead of I’m gonna go. “You’re really good with her.”

Malia shrugs. “It’s not hard.” There it is, that matter-of-factness again. “And it’s nice. To have family.”

There’s an ache in his chest that’s quickly replaced by a warmth as her words resonate with him. A lot of times, a lot of New Year’s he’s wondered if maybe it was a mistake to take her from that life she had settled into. Tonight, he wants to pull her close. He wants to tell her how glad he is that she’s there. He wants to brush back that hair that’s fallen forward from behind her ear. He wants -

Outside, someone sets off a premature firework. Scott and Malia both jump. Talia begins to scream. Her parents wake up with a start on the couch. And just like that, the moment is gone.

“It’s okay, Tal,” Malia says as she begins to bounce the baby, resuming the endless laps she did around the living room before the baby fell asleep the first time. “I know, New Year’s is stupid.”

“The. Worst,” he echoes.

Scott ends up letting himself out.

New Year’s Eve, 2021

Lydia Martin’s parties are a status symbol in Beacon Hills. Malia’s only been a part of her life for ten years, and even she knows that. And in 2021, Lydia Martin throws the party to end all parties, then follows it up with her first act as Lydia Martin-Stilinski, and throws the smallest party she’s ever thrown to welcome in the first full year she’ll spend as a married woman.

The Martin-Stilinski house is full. Talia spends the first half of the night playing peek-a-boo with everyone before she eventually curls up beneath the Christmas tree and falls asleep. Jackson repeatedly chokes up telling the story of Ethan’s proposal, and Lydia elbows Stiles every time he snorts halfway through the story. Derek and Braeden show no signs of falling asleep before midnight. It’s the pack Malia never wanted but now can’t seem to live without, just like Beacon Hills is the place she tried to escape and the home that welcomed her back. But still, there’s something about all of the wedding planning and baby games and feeling of family that leaves her feeling… She’s not sure.

It’s almost midnight when Lydia starts pulling down champagne flutes and Derek offers to help pour. Malia takes the excitement over the impending countdown as her invitation to slip outside.

It’s colder than she realized, and she shivers as she sits down on the back steps. It’s louder here, closer to the city and Stiles’s FBI placement, than it is back in Beacon Hills. She welcomes it as she focuses on the sirens and the traffic and neighbors’ top 40s playlist instead of that feeling welling inside of her.

As much as she hates New Year’s, it might be good to see this one go. It was the year Stiles married Lydia, which still feels weird but okay. It was the year she took a job at Scott’s clinic as a practicing vet tech. But it was also the year that her dad died, just a week after Thanksgiving, leaving her the sole survivor of the Tate family. So maybe it’s better to forge ahead into whatever comes next.

The sound of the door opening behind her cuts through the neighbors’ music and her thoughts, and she turns her head to find Scott there. “It’s almost midnight,” he tells her as he gently eases the door closed, then drops down to sit beside her. “Although, I guess it was midnight in New York three hours ago.”

Malia manages a small smile at the memory that feels so recent and yet like it happened in another lifetime. “True.”

Scott’s silent. The music next door turns off, and somewhere in the back of her mind, it registers that midnight must be closer than she realized. Part of her wants to run, and part of her wants to reach for his hand instead. It feels like a kind of middle ground to just stay there, sitting beside him with her thigh brushing against his but otherwise a safe distance between them.

“So the good news,” he offers when she doesn’t have anything else to say, “is that it gets better. It’s hard at first. This one sucks. Next one might be worse. But eventually, it doesn’t feel like that anymore. You don’t forget, it just doesn’t -”

“-Hurt,” she finishes.

“Yeah. Right.”

He reaches over to squeeze her knee, and then his hand lingers there, gentle and warm. He’s always been this gentle and warm presence in a life that was cold and unforgiving so much of the time, at least at first. Most of the time, she forgets that Scott is also the tragic hero in all of this. That she joined his pack at its most fragile point, and without an alpha like him, it probably wouldn’t have lasted long enough for her to even set down roots.

Against her better judgement, she covers his hand with her own and lets him lace their fingers together. “But New Year’s still sucks, right?” she asks with a smirk.

“Oh,” he scoffs. “It’s the worst.”

She laughs and then he joins in and the better he’s just promised doesn’t feel quite as far-fetched. He laughs more now, she finds herself thinking. He’s more confident than the boy who sat beside her next to a pool. There’s still sometimes an awkward power dynamic between Scott and Derek, but Scott fills out that title of alpha better than he did when she first met him. And he’s happy. Genuinely, truly. happy. As the lone survivor of a love affair for the ages, he’s doing pretty okay. Maybe she’s willing to share that lone survivor title, too.

“Y’know,” he says as he brushes his shoulder against hers. “We’re gonna miss midnight.”

He’s watching her expectantly, big brown eyes focused only on her, even as someone asks Where’s Scott? and What about Malia? a few yards behind them. She knows he hears it, too, but neither of them react.

“It’s still midnight out here,” she responds instead.

His hand stays woven with her as the countdown begins in the house behind them. There’s a nervous energy building inside of her, some wild animal trapped in her chest that might try to fight its way free at a moment’s notice. She’s back to wanting to run, but then he gives her hand a squeeze, and it at least takes the edge off.

Next door, there’s a collective cheer that drowns out the family waiting for them inside. She feels sick to her stomach, but she tries to focus on his palm against her own instead.

Gently, he reaches over to brush her hair back behind her ear where it’s fallen forward. “Happy New Year, Malia.”

“Happy New Year, Scott.”

And then he leans forward and kisses her. And if this is what it feels like to forge ahead into uncharted territory, she’s ready.

New Year’s Eve, 2023

For the first time in Scott’s recent memory, it’s a white New Year’s Eve in California. There’s literally a dusting that covers the grass and throws most of the state into a frenzy. It’s probably the first time in Malia’s life as a human that there’s been this much snow. And they miss the entire thing.

It’s late by the time the midwife has packed up her things and ventured back out into what the news referred to as the storm of the century. The pack won’t stop by until tomorrow, when there’s no longer a literal State of Emergency declared statewide. And in a moment, it becomes just the three of them: Malia, Scott, and all six pounds eight ounces of Tate McCall curled up against Scott’s chest.

His birth is as planned as the snow outside, having come nearly four weeks early, which is fitting when considering what a surprise his conception had been. But Scott can’t remember a time he felt more content, laying beside his girlfriend with his son sleeping soundly against his heart. It’s not the worst way to usher out the old and in the new.

Malia rolls gently onto her side, reaching out to run her hand over the soft mess of dark hair that covers the baby’s head, and Scott can only shake his head. “How are you even still awake?”

“I’m not tired.” He knows that’s a lie. Or if it’s not a lie, it’s the lingering adrenaline talking. He did a fraction of the work, and he still feels like he waged a war over the course of the past 22 hours. Reaching over now, he gently cups her elbow and sucks in a breath when he feels her pain shooting down his thighs, giving him just a taste of how sore she is. That alone should be enough to knock her out, and yet here she is, insisting on lying awake with them. He thinks she’s incredible.

“You should sleep,” she tries to argue instead.

“What did I even do?”

“You took my pain the whole time. Don’t even argue,” she says as she points in his direction. “I know you did.”

“Then how come you didn’t stop me?”

“It felt good.” They both start laughing until her body lets her know that laughter is not her friend, and she groans softly.

“Sorry,” Scott is quick to say. The baby squirms on his chest, and he can almost feel the tension as she holds her breath alongside him, but then the baby simply stops without ever waking up. “Seriously though, you should sleep while he’ll let us. It’s already almost midnight.”

Her eyes close like she might just take his advice, but she smiles sleepily. “It’s already midnight in New York.”

“And I guess New Year’s is stupid anyways, huh?”

Malia opens her eyes to look back over at the baby, whose birthday will now forever coincide with the national holiday. Earlier, when he had texted out the baby’s stats, Stiles had responded that if you were gonna have to share your birthday, you could’ve at least been the first baby of the New Year, which Tate fell short of by a few hours, but Scott disagreed. It had to feel good to feel like everyone was celebrating along with you. Malia reaches for his tiny hand now, and Scott watches as, even in sleep, the baby responds by holding onto her finger like it’s a lifeline. “I don’t know,” she finally admits. “It might not be that terrible.”

“Oh?” Scott asks, eyebrow raised in disbelief. “It’s not the worst?”

She hesitates, then shakes her head. “It might kind of be the best.”

As she begins to lose the battle and her eyes drift shut again, Scott can’t help but think, Yeah. This is kind of the best.