#LIKE stiles was the first one to ever support scott outside of his mom and scott was the first one outside of stiles mom n dad like☹️☹️☹️

[cmnzoq]

There is something so special that scott and stiles are each others number 1 supporters and I cry every time I think about it..

[buckybarnesss]

on fire: a teen wolf novel chapters 1-3

on fire was published on july 17, 2012. the day after raving had aired during the show's second season.

it was written by nancy holder who has written many, many tie-in books for multiple franchises but most notably she wrote novels for the buffyverse.

by tapping nancy holder to write the novel confirms to me that mtv was trying to do what teen wolf's spiritual predecessors did and create tie-in novels with the show and on fire was testing the waters for that.

it did not succeed because teen wolf doesn't have the kind of space for that. the timeline is too tight. teen wolf was part of the new netflix binge era. it had a seasons of 12 episodes that were wall-to-wall plot. there weren't silly filler episodes and they didn't do monster of the week plots.

on fire assumes that you have seen episodes 1-5 of the show but it is also an AU of season 1 post-the tell.

i get the vibe that the author was given notes, some information or like an outline that she used to build a plot so it's interesting to see what tid-bits holder uses and refers to that still gel with canon or is consistent with what we know.

this isn't a novelization of season 1 that's for sure but, hey, i took notes.

i'm going to break the novel up into 3 chapter chunks.

so without further ado let's get into it. on fire: a teen wolf novel or as i've been thinkin of it as.

the novel starts right at the very end of the tell after the parent teacher conferences. 

the way it's described when argent shoots the mountain lion brings to mind the scene in to kill a mockingbird when atticus shoots the rabid dog. chris argent is no atticus finch but he sure does learn to walk a mile in someone else's shoes doesn't he?

i somehow always manage to forget that the tell is the episode where allison turns 17. she doesn’t live to see her 18th birthday. shot through the heart man. 

oh my fucking god scott. the way this is written i imagine holder is trying to invoke derek and kate as if there’s some wild age gap between him and allison when they're like 9 months apart in age. allison is not kate jesus chris. look at this shit:

“scott hadn’t known allison was seventeen, a year older than the other kids in their class -- older than him -- and didn’t want anyone to know.”

Fuck Rafael McCall. Meet me outside and catch these hands.

“he knew his dad wasn’t keeping up with child support payments. not that his mom had ever mentioned it.”

this is where the transition into heart monitor would be. it is a pretty terrifying dream scott has. peter’s such a dramatic bitch. scott’s dreaming of being in the woods with everything on fire and then he’s being compelled by peter to come kill with him. which just reinforces my whole thing about peter and scott being psychically connected. we don’t see this with any other alpha-beta connection to this degree. derek senses victoria killing scott in raving but we really do not get this in the show very much as it seems to be a Dark Sided power. but we do see peter use it again in season 6a with the whole “you were my beta first” scene. 

scott mentions stiles’s having ADHD so to me that means that nancy holder was definitely working with the idea that stiles does have it. stiles having ADHD seems like a plot thread that got dropped really quickly by the show but remained in dylan’s acting choices and in fandom’s mind.

scott is the only beta we see experience sleepwalking episodes. it seems tied to the compulsion and mental link he shares with feral alpha peter.

the entire paragraph is something. firstly, it wasn't until night school, the episode after this one, that peter tried to push scott into killing his “pack”. but lol melissa called stiles scott’s “litter mate” and stiles wearing his target shirt that he wore in wolf moon and the one that subtextually could reference the nemeton and eventually scott's pack symbol. i don't believe we ever actually saw that shirt again. the tragedy.

“stiles had on his bullseye t-shirt, and it kind of freaked scott out when he wore it. as if it meant that stiles were a target. They both knew the Alpha wanted Scott to kill him to cement Scott’s acceptance that he was a member of the Alpha’s pack. Who better to take down than the guy Scott’s mom had once referred to as his “litter mate”?”

this is where it's starting to get kind of weird because the plot of this book takes place during season 1 but it’s not strictly following the plot. it feels like an alternate season 1.

jackson has gone missing. when is he not missing is the more appropriate question? 

so chapter 2 starts with scott and stiles joining lydia and allison at The Popular Kids Table to discuss jackson being missing. this wouldn’t have happened in season 1. this dynamic didn’t exist until at minimum season 3. lydia didn’t even acknowledge stiles’s existence until the winter formal at the end of the season. 

jackson’s parents apparently went to paris right after the parent-teacher conference, leaving their high school age child alone for an extended period of time in the middle of the school year? what? no wonder jackson’s fucked up. why didn’t they just go around christmas and instead they waited another three weeks or some shit. that is weird.

jackson’s been left a note from a supposed private investigator about his birth parents while his parents are out of town, which is totally not sus at all. 🙄🙄 lydia's concerned about him looking stupid so she won’t go to the sheriff and she doesn’t even approach jackson’s best friend danny. like, danny would know a lot more about jackson than scott or stiles would. lydia, i know allison is the one who involved scott but for fuck’s sake. 

look even a page later lydia says “he and jackson barely know each other.” then why are you involving scott in what you seem to believe is a personal matter? 

do people just generally know jackson was adopted? i can see lydia knowing but scott and stiles? allison just fucking moved there so she doesn’t know anything about anyone. this is quite the personal piece of information i doubt he’d want others to know lydia. 

this is such an AU because after the parent-teacher conference stiles was giving scott the cold shoulder due to his dad being hurt. 

also stiles is supposedly sitting at this table the entire time lydia, allison and scott are talking and has not given his opinion on the matter yet. very unlike him. if there's one thing stiles has it's opinions on jackson and his father's job. stiles would be all over this.

this fucking line is brutal man -- “stiles was the only person on the planet who knew he had become a werewolf. well, derek knew, too, but derek hardly counted as a person.” that said, i do think it’s accurate to scott’s headspace at this point regarding derek. avoiding seeing derek as a person is a way of detaching himself from the situation he’s found himself in. 

alright so we’ve got a POV change to allison --a nd it’s all about how cute acott is. allison I love you but chill please. 

okay so this is interesting. “her mom had been angry, too. allison could tell that if had been left up to her, she wouldn’t have been so harsh about having to stay all weekend. her mom liked scott.” are we sure we’re talking about the same victoria argent? granted this is pre-werewolf reveal so as far as victoria knows allison is just mooning over a nice normal human boy but i have a hard time imagining this being the same victoria who gave us the crazy eyes and the sharpening your dick metaphor.

this still haunts me.

"except i won’t get to spend time with scott except at school until i’m, oh, 112.” oh right in the feels

this book really assumes you’ve seen episodes 1-5 of the first season. allison’s mentioning aunt kate and the necklace in a way that makes the assumption the reader knows who and what they are. 

jackson’s password for his tracking app is “captain”. that is worse than the password being lydia or like scott famously having allison as his password. y’all suck and have shitty computer security.

these kids are sophomores in high school and lydia and allison are really having a discussion about jackson going to a pay by the hour motel as if that’s a thing 15-16 year olds do in the california subburbs on a regular basis. as if jackson would lower himself in such a way to begin with. he’s snobby as fuck. it’s such a weird conversation.

i am page 20 and i feel like so far this author hasn’t been very nice to stiles. not having him say a word in the lunch conversation about jackson despite not only being very opinionated about jackson whittermore’s general existence he’d also have thoughts on a missing person. like, he didn’t even speak when his dad was brought up as a possible avenue of help which is odd. then about a page later there’s this sort of tone used around stiles that feels condescending about him being hyperactive.

this paragraph is, uh, something that could’ve only been written in 2012 because it feels gross:

“lydia shrugged. then she turned to allison. “tell you what. if the boys are willing to the motel for us ---” “to a motel. to look for a guy,” stiles said. ”maybe you should ask danny?” danny, their lacrosse team goalie, was gay, out and proud. ��he could act, you know, more casual about it.”

that said, it does track with stiles being overly occupied with the perception of his sexuality and that danny does shit he’s way too young to be doing which is written around his sexuality. remember the whole older boyfriend and going to the jungle thing is season 2? 

it has been like 23 pages and allison’s got this subplot where she wants to have sex with scott. like girlie you’ve known scott for 2 days, keep your pants on. (it keeps coming up with scott too and it's annoying, okay).

it took stiles barely a paragraph to mention derek hale when the point of view switched to him. sir. 

i’m laughing at how derek’s point of view is paired with stiles in the way that scott and allison’s are. even in the non-canon book the Sterek Agenda is there. 

“a prankster with a wicked sense of humor.” is what derek refers to peter as before the fire. is that what we are calling it derek because i would disagree.

“i dreamed of other alphas coming after me. why? it’s not a crime to kill an alpha. i’m a werewolf. the way we progress in status is through challenge.” now this is an interesting perspective. werewolves progress via challenges. that's still sort of in-line with what we see in canon.

allison and scott are driving into the seedier side of town. AKA what seems to be where the poors live. scott describes seeing boarded up buildings, pawn shops and “some kind of clinic where you could sell your blood.” which I assume is a plasma center where people donate and get paid in return and this little classist shit says “remind me to never get a blood transfusion.” god he’s such a 16 year old..

i saw kate's name on the next page where chapter 4 is

[realityescapee01]

Title: You don't have to say anything.

Stiles x Reader (female)

Summary: Stiles has a 10 year plan to make Lydia fall in love with him. Y/N knows that. She accidentally overheard Stiles tell Scott. She was practically stalking Stiles, a little bit. Because she likes Stiles. A lot. But unlike Stiles, she doesn't have a 10-year plan to make Stiles fall in love with her. Because she doesn't have a plan to tell him she likes him. Ever. At all. Or does she?

Warnings: Pining. Defeat. Jealousy.

Disclaimer: not beta'd. I do not own the images/media used here.

Y/N is a lot like Stiles. Stiles has huge crush on Lydia Martin for a long long long time. He even has a 10-year plan to make her fall in love with him. Y/N, has a huge crush on Stiles for a long long long time. She had liked him since 4th grade. They were always on the same section back then, mostly because she asked to. She always tell her mom which section to enroll into. Basically, where Stiles is. Where other girls like the main man, the captain, the center. for example, Jackson. or Scott. Y/N likes the sidekick. The partner. Stiles. She always found Stiles to be cute. He was always hanging around Scott during gradeschool. In and out of school. Now that they're in highschool, Stiles became so tall. So much taller than her. And his moles, more prominent because his skin got whiter. Mostly because of no more playing outside on the streets under the sun like they did when they were children.

Y/N watched Stiles attempt to say Hi to Lydia, but Lydia ignored him. Y/N watched as Stiles and Scott tryout for lacrosse team first string. Y/N always sits near Stiles's group, thankful that she has supportive friends, that go along with her. They constantly tell her to try and confess to Stiles and ask him for a date since she likes him a lot. She says no, never, everytime.

Stiles couldn't possibly say yes. Like, Stiles like Lydia. THE Lydia Martin. She can't compete with that! She's okay with this as long as she sees Stiles everyday. She tried to kill the feelings, she tried to just move on, turn her affections to someone else. But she just couldn't. She always goes back to those brown eyes. That pale skin. That goofy smile.

Y/N had spent many late nights imagining, wishing, fantasizing about being Stiles's girlfriend. How would it be like to hold his hands. Hug him, kiss his cheek, comb his hair with her hands. How would it be like to be the center of his attention. His object of affection. She let out a sigh as she finish another sketch of Stiles's face. Placing the drawing on top of a stack of more papers, more drawings.

For junior year of high school, she decided to not look up what Stiles's sections are. She's not avoiding him, she's not following him either. She's in her 3rd period for the day, no Stiles in her subjects so far, until economics class with Finstock. She gulped when she saw Stiles walk in with Scott. Stiles somehow looked a little different. He's still cute, but he has this mature vibe to him now. He's still the cute boy that she likes, but there's a mix of a grown up guy in there now. He doesn't seem so innocent like a child anymore. There's the hint of the man he would eventually become in a few years.

Stiles sat on the seat in front of her. Him and Scott kept talking to each other. They seemed so busy lately. And their circle of friends grew as well. Allison. Then Lydia. Then the new girl Malia. Who she later learned was dating Stiles. She then saw them kissing in his jeep one day after school. She didn't take the school bus that day. She was so shocked to see that. It hurts. So much. She needed an outlet. She decided to walk home from school. A lot of students cars and school buses passed her by. She just kept walking.

When she reached home, she went straight to bed and cried. She hated it. She hated being jealous. And then scolding herself for being jealous.

"God damn it! Y/N, straighten up!" -she slapped her cheeks. "You... I... I don't have the right to be jealous."

She's not in a relationship with Stiles. Heck she isn't even his friend. They talked some times, about school mostly. Lessons and home works. All brief. Short and nothing really meaningful. So she can't be like this. Of course Stiles would be dating. She is happy that finally, someone noticed how special Stiles is. But still, it hurts. She rummaged through her drawings of Stiles. Her tears dropping on some of them, smudging some areas.

"Stop!" -Y/N wiped her tears. She repeated: she doesn't have the right to feel like this. It's pathetic. She called her best friend. She needed someone to talk to. She told her what she saw and what she's feeling right now.

"Hey, listen, I'm sorry. I know it's pathetic, I don't own Stiles, I'm not in a relationship with him. Heck, I'm not even in his friend group. And I'm here crying. It's funny, I know. But thank you so much for listening to me." -Y/N thanked her best friend.

"Hey, Y/N look... it's ok to feel. To feel that way, because you like him, for a long time. It's okay to feel hurt, it's okay to cry over him, because you love him for a long long time."

with that, Y/N started bawling again.

---

Y/N did not attend school the next day. Her legs and feet were hurting. Which apparently was a bad idea. She spent the whole day pining over Stiles even more. She wondered what he's doing. But she bet he is with Malia. Probably holding hands, or his arm around her waist, or arm on her shoulder, while walking down the hallway. Or even, kissing on a bench.

Y/N shook her head.

---

The following day, she's back to school. Back to admiring Stiles.

"Hey." -Stiles talked to her in economics class.

"H-Hi." -she was fumbling.

"I was wondering if I could take a look at yout notes from yesterday."

"Uhm, sorry, I was absent yesterday."

"Oh, sorry, didn't know, I was not here yesterday too. anyways, okay, thanks."

Stiles moved on to the next student behind her. Y/N signed. That made her whole day. Those little things.

---

The years passed by and they are now in this graduation ceremony for senior students. This is the last day in school for them. So Y/N decided to man up and tell Stiles. She was brave because, well, there have been some supernatural event that happened. Dangerous stuffs. And she was scared to death that Stiles could've died. She wanted him to know she loves him so much. That and the fact that they are moving out tonight. This is now or never.

The ceremony ended, most of the senior student went home, some went back to their lockers to gather some of their things. One of them is Stiles.

"Uhm, Stiles!" -Y/N called out a little too loud.

Stiles was alone. Scott and Malia are already outside, waiting by his jeep.

"Oh, hey! Y/N, what's up?" -Stiles greeted her, ever so happy. Ever so the ray of sunshine.

"Hey. Uhm... well, we made it through highschool. Congrats to us."

"Yup."

"So uhm... listen." Y/N stared at Stiles eyes. "I like you."

Stiles was quiet. Y/N looked down on her feet. She can't stare at his eyes for too long while confessing.

"I liked you since 4th grade." -she proceeded to confess. Everything. How she loves his personality, his eyes, his smile, his laugh, his antics with Scott. She loved how he made it to Lacrosse first string. Everything.

Y/N looked back up at Stiles face. "Yeah, so... I Iove you... you don't have to say anything."

Stiles was opening and closing his mouth, he doesn't really know what to say or do.

"You don't have to reply or say anything. I just... wanted to let you know. So... yeah." -then Y/N stepped closer to hug Stiles. Tightly. It was quick. Stiles didn't even have the time to react.

Y/N looked at him again, smiled, nodded and then left.

Stiles just stood there, watched as Y/N walked out the other end of the hall.

"Stiles! What's taking so long?" -Scott called from the other of the hall.

"Ah-N-Nothing."

---

They went in the preserve to basically let loose. Unwind. Finally, finishing highschool and a day without supernatural problem. Stiles remembered the confession from Y/N. That was a total surprised.

It was time to go home. They drove back, and was passed by a pickup truck followed closely by a moving truck rental on the way out of town.

"Oh? Who's moving out?" -Stiles asked.

"It's Y/N's family." -Scott

"What?"

"I heard something to do about her parents jobs."

"Oh."

They dropped off Malia at her father's. And Stiles went on to drive Scott home. They passed by Y/N's house, well now, former house.

"She confessed to me, Scott." -Stiles told Scott everything.

"Whoa! Stiles. Y/N? Since 4th grade?!?"

"Yeah." -Stiles confirmed. He knows how that feels. Crushing on someone for a long time. He was the same with Lydia after all. "And she said I didn't have to answer or say anything. She just wanted to tell me."

Stiles stopped the jeep. Backed up to Y/N's former house.

"Stiles. What are you doing?" -Scott followed none the less.

Stiles broke into the house. No one's living there anymore anyways. He looked around and upstairs. There he saw the stack of papers on Y/N's desk. Not much was taken from the room. She deliberately left her desk and everything on it. There were a lot of art supplies. Colored pencils, watercolor, markers. Sketchbooks. Papers and papers of drawings.

Stiles went through the stacks of drawings.

"Whoa! Stiles... they're all... you." -Scott took some of the drawings. They were really good. "She likes you. A lot."

Stiles was looking at and holding one paper. This one is a pencil portrait of him... with some blotches on some areas, smudging off the pencil lead. There were many, round blotches, some on top the other. He knows what they are. Scott also knows what they are. Tears.

"Stiles."

"I know... I just..." -Stiles gripped the paper.

Stiles felt the hurt Y/N must have felt all those years pining for him. Knowing she confessed to him until the last day that they were in town, means that Y/N never really planned to confess to him. It just became a now or never situation. She left all these drawings of him here too. She wanted to move on, that's what. And Stiles would respect her wishes. He set the drawings back down. "Let's go."

Scott hesitantly put the drawings down. They're all really good, it's such a waste to just leave them here. But eventually, Scott set them all down back to the desk and followed Stiles who's already walking down the stairs.

"Stiles... what are you... thinking."

"That I... hurt her. A lot, Scott. Trust me, I know, I was hopeless romantic, pining person once."

"...You didn't know."

"That's why I hurt her."

Stiles started his jeep's engine. He drove Scott home. And drove around some more.

---END---

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[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi I'm hoping you guys are still taking requests. I've had a really hard month with my anxiety and depression both hitting me hard and yalls fic recommendations always make me feel better. If it's not too bothersome could you share some kidfics?? Preferably sterek

I’m sorry it took me so long. Here’s some Sterek kid fic. And a hug.

Do You Have a Romantic? by sparkandwolf (thatnerdemilyj)

(1/1 I 2,330 I General)

“Mr. Stiles, do you have a romantic?” Lukas asked innocently with a tilt of his head. Stiles froze because what else was he supposed to do? He wasn’t about to lie to the kid - he had never been one to skirt around the truth even if the moment depended on it - but he couldn’t possibly answer the way he wanted to.

He glanced at the kitchen and Derek didn’t avert his gaze that time. Instead, he stared at the two of them, his eyes darting back and forth between Stiles’ hand resting softly on Lukas’ back and the way his son was smiling up at Stiles, patiently waiting for an answer. It seemed like hours went by with Stiles stuttering, “Well-- You know-- You see-- I--”

not running from by 1001cranes

(1/1 I 4,439 I Teen)

Everyone knows if you don’t ignore about seventy-five percent of the crap that comes out of Stiles’s mouth on a daily basis, you’d never get anything done besides going completely insane.

Or: Derek totally misses the baby hints and ends up in hot water.

The Hale House for Wayward Werewolves by elisela

(1/1 I 9,870 I Teen)

The first time Derek sees Stiles, he’s sitting cross-legged next to a kiddie pool filled with floating plastic fish just outside the door of his classroom, clapping his hands along with the rest of the kids around him as a boy in blue reaches out with a net to scoop one up. There’s a sandbox on the other side of the door that kids are pawing through, nudging each other as they dig up magnetic letters, and through the door Derek can see the rest of the students sprawled across the room reading books.

The (Fake) Baby Project by johnnyscoffe

(14/14 I 18,796 I Mature)

Stiles couldn’t seem to close his mouth at the shock, but it wasn’t the fact that he was paired with a boy to pretend to be parents with that had him so gobsmacked (and for the first time in his life, speechless), it was the fact that he was paired with Derek Hale, the quiet, broody senior that was taking their class for extra credit and who enjoys glaring at Stiles whenever he messes up on the lacrosse field.

Or

Stiles and Derek are paired to take care of a fake baby for health class.

DILF by twentysomething

(1/1 I 30,871 I Explicit)

"Today is Scott's first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified."

our lives are changing lanes by grimm

(1/1 I 47,537 I Explicit)

There's a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn't really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude's got kids hanging all over him; one's on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There's a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he's got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles' mouth drops open.

"How many of those kids did you kidnap?" he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.

The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, "You think I'd subject myself to this on purpose?"

"Oooh," says one of the kids hanging off his arm. "I'm telling Mom."

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter

(15/15 I 51,937 I Mature)

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.

It looks exactly like him.

Well, this is awkward.

He's Not Mine by Sunnee

(19/19 I 68,534 I Explicit)

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

Past, Present, and Future by Code_Zackary

(24/60 I 182,513 I Mature)

Deputy Derek Hale has just become a single parent, after adopting abandoned five-year-old Isaac Lahey, and drowning in his new responsibilities as a father, and Alpha. Add the babysitting of his new rookie partner, Jackson Whittemore, and the weight of his past bubbling to the surface, Derek isn't sure how he's going to keep his head straight.

Meanwhile, Stiles Stilinksi returns home to Beacon Hills to give his son, Scott Stilinksi, a better quality of life. However, raising a werewolf pup, as a human, is something he struggles handling on a daily basis. Stiles wishes nothing more than to find a werewolf willing to show his son "the ropes", so Scott can fit in with all the other pups come the first day of Kindergarten. But where would he ever find a werewolf willing to help a human?

When the two meet, their struggles in life will come to the forefront, as the loners become an invaluable support system for each other, and build a unique Pack all their own.

[lettersofwrittencollective]

Make it up to you

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective​

Pairing: Stiles x Reader (platonic) 

Word Count: 2357

Prompt:  Hello! i love your work, is there any chance you could make a one-shot or something about the reader being a child and being really close to stiles, when something happens with werewolves or something Stiles doesn’t really make time for her so she thinks that Stiles doesn’t love her anymore. when he continued to ignore her she starts ignoring him and stiles notices and tries to make it up to her with fluff please!- from Annon 

Summary: Stiles has been... different with you lately and you’re not sure why. Will he realize what he’s doing?

Warnings: angst, fluff but like really bad fluff cause I am still learning how to write that... 

Masterlist || Teen Wolf Masterlist

The first memory you had was of you and Stiles running around the backyard, the two of you were playing detective and while time has stolen the memory of what you were searching for you still remembered it. 

The two of you had been climbing the tree into the treehouse when you’d slipped and managed to shred the front of your leg. 

Stiles had immediately jumped down from the treehouse and ran inside where he had gotten the first aid kit while he screamed for his dad to come help. You don’t know what the Sheriff was doing but Stiles had come sprinting out of the house with the box that was about half his size. 

He’d dropped down next to you and had pulled out the biggest bandaid he could find while telling you that it was going to be okay, trying to get you to stop crying when his dad had made it outside. 

Mr. Stilinski had tried to get his son to let go of the bandaid but Stile had adamantly refused. The older man had huffed but had worked with Stiles, teaching him to start off by cleaning your wound and then putting on the bandaid. 

It was the first time you knew that Stiles was always going to be your best friend. 

The next time you were sure that Stiles was going to always be a part of your life was your first fight with Scott. 

Scott and Stiles had been as thick as thieves. For some reason, you and Scott just seemed to not get along the same way. Looking back on it you’re sure it was because you were jealous even then of Stiles’ time and you didn’t want anyone to take him from you. 

You and Stiles had plans that weekend to watch Beauty and the Beast. You watched movies every Friday and this time it had been your turn to choose. Sometimes Scott would join the two of you and usually, he would pick the movie. He was supposed to come over but he didn’t want to watch a girly movie and had demanded that you change it. 

After refusing for the thousandth time, he’d called you a dumb baby and Stiles had immediately jumped to your defense. He’d told Scott, in no uncertain terms, that Beauty and the Beast was not a baby movie because it was a movie you liked. 

The first time you realized that you liked him was when Lydia Martin had thrown one of her famous birthday parties. She had gone out of her way to invite everyone in the class and your mom had taken you and Stiles to the mall so you could find a pretty dress for the party and Stiles could find a nice new shirt. 

Before he’d eve started looking for a new shirt, Stiles had been going through the different girl’s clothes and all the stuff around the girl’s section kept asking you your opinion. At first, you had gone along with it and had been happy to help but at one point, you had asked him why he was asking you about all these girly things. 

He froze for a moment before blurting out, “I need to make Lydia fall in love with me.”

It stung… to say the least. 

But you hadn’t really understood it and you had a hard time making yourself be happy for him. 

When the day of the party came,  you’d gone with Stiles and Scott (having grown out of your arguments and fights from before) and your mom dropped you off at the Martin house. 

You’d walked up in your new dress with Scott and Stiles just behind you and Mrs. Martin had been so nice when she led you to the backyard. And you’d watched Stiles as he gave Lydia her present. 

You tried to play with Scott and some of the other kids, but each time you saw Stiles, he was staring at Lydia like she was the sun and for some reason… it hurt. 

But he was happy about it... 

It took a long, long conversation with your mom to realize that maybe you did have feelings for the boy you had grown up with. 

As time went on as you got older, you realized - He was in love with her. 

So, you’d decided that you weren’t going to stop him. You decided that you would be his best friend. You would support him and encourage him and cherish him throughout all your life. 

One of the things that had never changed were movie nights. Friday nights were always movie nights. Whether it was at your house or his house. 

The only time that changed was when you were dealing with Scott being a newly transformed wolf, Alpha Peter, Alpha Derek, Gerard, and Jackson- the Kanima. 

But things have changed recently… and you’re not sure why. 

Maybe it was Heather... 

Ever since she’d been sacrificed, Stiles had been a little bit off and you can’t really blame him. She had been his first crush and the two of them had known each other before you’d met. Her mom and his had been the best of friends for a while. 

Sure, losing Heather had been a blow to you and Scott as well… there, sadly, hadn’t been enough time to really mourn the girl, however. But for Stiles… there was something different about it. 

Stiles has been slipping away from you. It’s like he’d rather be anywhere else and you’re not sure what you could have done to make him feel that way. 

Sitting on the hood of Roscoe, you’re waiting for the boys to finish off lacrosse practice, while you work on some homework. 

It isn’t long before Scott comes out. But the thing is that Stiles is missing. 

“Where’s Sti?” you ask your dark-haired friend and you can see his shoulder sag for a moment. 

Scott clears his throat and rubs his neck, a habit he picked up from Stiles years ago, indicating that he’s uncomfortable before he clears his throat, “He… he Ummm… he said he’d… “ Scott trailed off and you could see that he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. 

Sighing, you closed your textbook before getting off  Roscoe. Packing up your bag, you shrug your shoulders and mutter to Scott, “I get it.” 

Slinging your backpack on, you nod at Scott before walking towards the street. 

“Wait! Y/N!” Scott tries, “Let me give you a ride.”

“It’s fine Scotty, I need some time to myself anyway,” you tell him with a soft smile before making your way to the street.  You planned on catching the bus to get home. 

Getting home that night, you have a quiet dinner before making your way upstairs. Working through your homework, you find yourself having a hard time concentrating. This last rejection hurt more than you thought was possible.  Mostly because you never thought that Stiles would reject you like this. 

Foolishly, you keep looking at your phone. Hoping you missed it ringing or the telltale ding of a new text. While you do get a few texts, they’re from Allison, Scott, and Lydia. No sign of Stiles.

By morning, you realize and accept that he’s not reaching out because he doesn’t want to.  

If Stiles doesn’t want anything to do with you then so be it. You won’t have anything to do with him. 

The next few weeks end up being a test of that resolve.

You tried to hold out that you were overreacting but when Friday came around and your scheduled movie night came and went without a trace from the spazztic boy, you realized that you weren’t losing your mind. He was being distant. 

So you did what you always did when you were hurt, you pulled into yourself. 

It went on like this for months.

When it was just you and the girls, you and Scott, you and Isaac - you were fine. You acted like there were no issues. But the second that Stiles came around you shut down. 

There was no more joking with him. 

No more offering to help him figure things out. 

If you were hanging out with the pack, the second that Stiles came around you would make an excuse to be anywhere else. 

It’s not long after that Deaton goes missing that Stiles comes to you, “Y/N - I think I know who the -”

“I have to go,” you cut him off before he can finish his sentence. You’ve done so well at staying away from him… avoiding him… that this time it’s an automatic response. One that you’re not willing to let go just because he suddenly wants to share with you. 

Stiles watched as you took off in the opposite direction. He called after you but you just kept walking. 

Something you’d never done before. 

Making his way after you, he’s cut off my Scott a moment later. 

“Dude what are you doing?” he asks his werewolf friend. 

“Dude, what are you doing? Why are you going after Y/N?” Scotts asks and he can hear the underlying anger in the Alpha’s voice. 

“What do you mean Scott?” Stiles asks and suddenly it dawns on him - He’s missed no less than three different Friday night movie nights. 

He’d been a little distant, completely distracted by what was going on with the sacrifices. He’d been blaming himself for Erica and for Heather.

He felt like if he’d gotten Erica away from Gerard or hadn’t left Heather alone they would still be alive. 

Normally he would talk to you about it but this time… the fact that he’d been getting a condom when Heather had been taken… it made him feel like he couldn’t talk to you. 

That was a new thing too. It wasn’t that he didn't trust you - he most definitely did. It was that, for some reason, the idea of being with Heather now felt almost sickening. Sure he’d wanted to at the time but the idea of telling you and seeing hurt flash across your face, disgust, or worse yet - nothing. 

There was something about that that made him feel like having Y/N know about what he’d been about to do with Heather that just made him feel really icky. 

Realizing that he has to fix it, he tells Scott, “I gotta go.”

He rushes to his house and grabs some of your favorite movies, making sure that the newest release of Beauty and the Beast is in the mix. As much as you like to pretend that you’ve grown out of it, he knows that you still love the movie. 

You had dragged him to the opening night of the live action. 

Grabbing a few more things, he makes his way over to your house. It’s Thursday which means that you won’t be home for a few hours yet. After school, you’ve got a tutoring gig for one of the freshman and when you get home, the first thing you’ll do is go to the treehouse to relax a bit.  He has just enough time to get the treehouse ready. 

Getting home, you stretch your tired shoulders out before making your way into the backyard. It’s been a rough few weeks and you miss your Stiles but you have to stay strong. He doesn’t seem to want you in his life so you have to let him go.  

Climbing up the ladder, you lift up the hatch only to find yourself surrounded by the sound of your favorite song flowing through the small boombox Stiles had bought a few years ago. 

The projector is on and the opening scene to Beauty and the Beast is currently just waiting for you to push play. 

Glancing around, you find the whole place has been decorated in fairy lights and there’s new bean bag chairs for you to sit on. There’s also a set up of blankets with a bunch of pillows and your favorite snacks lined up on the small table in the room. Stiles standing in the corner, his legs bouncing and he looks nervous. 

“Sti?”

He looks at you and he takes a step towards you before he seems to think better of it. A moment later, he seems to not care and pushes himself forward, he takes your hands in his and begins to apologize, “Look I am so sorry for the last few weeks… I’ve been…. Well… I’ve been a shitty friend and…” he licks his lips like they’re suddenly dry and he looks around for a moment before he  continues, “I have missed movie nights cause I’ve been so out of it and that’s not fair to you. I know I can’t go back and fix those but….maybe I can sort of make it up to you?”

“Sti,” you begin, “You don’t have-”

“But I want to!” he cuts you off, “I want to spend time with you. I want to be able to sit down and watch a movie with you. I want to watch you get so frustrated with Beast for not going after Belle… I want to watch you have a mental argument with yourself over whether or not the villagers are complete idiots or just minor ones. I want to sit here and watch your favorite move. And tomorrow I want to come back and we can watch it again and the next day… and then the following day we can start over on Star Wars cause you can only watch Beauty and the Beast so many times in a row...”

There’s a sincerity in your voice that you recognize. Stiles truly is sorry about this… 

This is your Stiles.. 

The one that you’ve been in love with for years. 

It takes you a moment but you nod your head in agreement. Stiles rewards you with the largest smile you can remember seeing and a moment later he’s pulling you towards the blankets and the table. 

The two of you spend the rest of the night watching your favorite movie and reestablishing Friday night movie nights, even though it’s Thursday.

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Posted 12 October 2020

[triggeringthehealing]

alpha meet (ch1)

Teen Wolf || Stiles/Derek || E || ~2k || AO3

Summary:  Born a werefox with a magical spark that gives him the ability of a full fox transformation, Stiles’s life is decidedly not simple. Now that he’s in college though, it’s bound to be easier, right? There’s less prejudice, fewer reasons to feel like he’s so different from everyone else... and he gets to spend time figuring out all the aspects of people, supernatural or not.  Now if he only remembered that proper spelling, capitalization of words, and the right alphabet matter when he’s texting. 

Tags/warnings: ABO dynamics, pack dynamics, fraternities, college AU A/N (content): Alpha/Beta/Omega - pack status, alpha/omega - biological disposition.  A/N (personal): Look, once upon a time @bleep0bleep tweeted a thing and my brain latched on. Ever since then I’ve been in a muddy puddle of Alphas, alphas and then some Greek alphabet alphas. Since today is “Previously Unpublished WiP” day at @wipweek , I figured it was about time I set this one free. Or well, the first part of it, at least. *hides*

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It's not until college and the courses on gender, sexuality, pack hierarchy, and disposition that Stiles learns more about who he is. The information that he had before, as he was growing up, never really sated his curiosity about it. Not that college gives him all the answers, but it's more than he found out before—from school, from his family and friends, from the research online that sometimes ended up more confusing than helpful.

The world has changed since shapeshifters became known. He can't imagine living in secrecy, hiding that he's different than the average human. Even though he's never been too open about his own ability to shift into a fox—even with shapeshifting being normal, full animal transformation is still rare enough to raise eyebrows—it's at least something he knows he can mention, something that isn't going to shun him from the rest of the world.

Being upfront about being a were is not the norm, not yet, and since the magic that's involved doesn't carry a scent, it's not something that can be discovered without either an accident or a deliberate reveal from the person.

In his hometown, it wasn't easy to keep his ability hidden. Beacon Hills is small, everyone knows everyone. Since his Mom was a werefox, people knew that Stiles was likely to be one too, even though his Dad doesn't have the genes. Stiles knows, he asked his Babcia when he was little, and that was how he found out that on top of his shifting ability, he also had a spark of a different kind of magic. The kind that, had he not been a were, would've probably led him down the path of Druids and spells. As it is, he has a few extra features, as he likes to say—like handling mountain ash that's normally something shifters can't touch.

But his best friend Scott is a werewolf—bitten by a rogue Alpha passing through the territory when they were sixteen—and his girlfriend Kira is a kitsune. Deaton, Scott's old boss from the vet clinic he used to work at is a Druid, the very one who helped Stiles reign in his spark when it messed with Stiles's shift for a while.

Even so, Stiles didn't shift fully until his Mom got sick just before he finished middle school. He later found out that it was the spark he inherited from his dad's side that allowed him to transform into an actual fox. At the time, Stiles did everything on instinct—when he was told about his mom's illness, he spent days in his fox form for the first time ever, refusing to change until she begged him to. Her own ability to change was impeded by her illness, a rare strain of a virus that attacked the were part of a brain, one that to Stiles's dad's relief was not contagious—Stiles couldn't even begin to think what would've happened had his dad lost both of them back then. As it was, after Claudia passed away, Stiles and John found it hard to cope—Stiles spent long periods of time as a fox and curled up on a pile of her old clothes, John became way too close to his bottle of whiskey.

They got through it eventually, with the help of Scott and his mom Melissa, who eventually grew closer to John and is now about to officially become Stiles's step-mom.

Scott and Stiles ended up in the same college, both of them wanting to stay close to home since their parents were the only family left nearby—Stiles's grandparents retired and moved back to Poland, Scott's father never bothered returning after Melissa kicked him out years ago and her own family was living in Florida.

It's during the first year of classes that Stiles dives deep into studying the various aspects of people, along with the history of them all. He learns about the bigotry that still exists but nowhere near as strong as it used to, all discrimination based on inherent traits of a person banned and punishable by law. With were packs being less secretive about their existence, there are a lot fewer hidden sides to dynamics between people, along with a lot fewer feral Omegas like the one who bit Scott roaming the world.

As much as pack status tends to be kept under wraps to outsiders, so does a person's disposition and sexuality. Stiles is of the opinion that unless it matters to his relationship with someone else, there's no need to wave whatever flag it is he should be carrying.

Scott's a were, but outside of their small social circle, he hasn't told anyone other than his first girlfriend, Allison. It was only by luck that the anti-discrimination laws were passed by then because Allison was an Argent, the future leader of a family of hunters who—before weres became a regular part of society—used to hunt magical creatures, good or bad. She ended up being the one to change the family's credo to we protect those who cannot protect themselves. Stiles approved, the new motto a lot less terrifying than their old one which was so easily twisted into unprovoked attacks against anyone who wasn't strictly human. As if humans were never dangerous to others—a few members of Allison's family were proof of the opposite—and having the ability to shift into a wolf, any other animal, or have abilities that were considered supernatural somehow made one inherently a threat.

Growing up, he watched as the world kept changing towards inclusion on several levels, not only when it came to shapeshifters and magic, but also when it came to sexualities, gender, wealth, skin color... anything that once upon a time used to be a reason to marginalize some people and elevate others. By the time Stiles left for college, there was still residual bigotry in the world, but at least in educational areas that sort of discrimination was rare.

It's something that Stiles takes comfort in because he knows how lucky he is to be able to be in college in the first place. Had he been born a few decades earlier, he would've likely been mated the moment he graduated high school, if he'd even be able to do that. He presented as an omega early, in freshman year. The first heat was the wake-up call that his dad needed to sober up and get back on the straight and narrow, back to being a father instead of a mourning husband. For a fleeting moment, Stiles worried that his dad's lack of experience with shifters would mean that he'd fall into old traditions, that he would get bad advice and Stiles would end up in the care of a pack and not allowed to work for the goals he'd had. But instead, John embraced Stiles's eagerness to go into law enforcement and supported him in any way he could.

Here, in college, no one besides Scott—who's on track to step into Deaton's shoes at the vet clinic when he graduates—knows that Stiles is a werefox. Since there's no scent to give it away, he hasn't felt the need to share that information. Unlike werewolves who are still guided by the pull of the moon and need to work on their control once a month, as a fox Stiles has the freedom to choose when he shifts. The same way that he doesn't have to share the fact that he's an omega unless it's relevant to the relationship he's in.

Which he didn’t need to so far, since he's never been in one. Sure, he kissed people, he lost his virginity—not that it was that big a deal to him—in his senior year and had sex a handful of times since. There was never a need to tell anyone about his disposition though because he hasn't thought about the future with anyone. The only exception was a long-standing crush on Lydia—a banshee whom he had an ongoing rivalry with academically and who was now a good friend from across the country, since she was working on conquering the world all the way from MIT. He's never had feelings for anyone that would make him want to try for a steady relationship for anyone else.

Well, maybe one person. Not that he thinks he stands a chance.

From the orientation week onwards, Stiles has been making friends outside of his usual small circle, which was now reduced to only Scott, what with his dad being back home and Lydia on the east coast. He didn't dive right into rush week when he came here, but he still managed to meet people in his classes and in the dorms. That's how he started looking more into fraternities on campus and why he's considering joining one now that spring rush is coming up.

"Come on, Stiles, at least come to the meet," Danny tells him as they walk from the class they have together.

"Look, I don't know," Stiles says, knowing that it's obvious that he's stalling. "I'm not sure if frats are my thing."

"Well, what better way to find out than to check one out?"

Danny's dimples tend to be disarming and Stiles is no exception to that effect. So he shrugs and nods.

"You can bring Scott or anyone else you can think of who isn't already in either Alpha Xi or any other frat," Danny tells him like he hasn't already won the argument. "The meet is on Friday, we'll be in the house over on Willow, you know the one, right?"

"You mean the biggest one on Greek Row?" Stiles asks, grinning. "No, I absolutely do not know the house, not like I've been dragged to it several times last semester for parties or anything."

Danny chuckles.

"Just making sure," he tells Stiles and nudges his side. "Can't ever be completely sure if people have the mental capacity to remember things."

"Oh I remember," Stiles replies, still grinning.

Not only has he never been one for drinking much, not after dealing with his dad's alcohol abuse in the past and also seeing what it did to Scott's family, but the Alpha Xi parties were memorable for several reasons. One of them is walking down the hallway right next to Stiles, dimples still in full force like he remembers exactly what Stiles does. The night they spent together at one of the parties was a good one, even if they never managed to repeat it, not once Danny met Ethan, his current and probably forever partner.

"Right, so, Friday. I'll see you then," Danny says as they come to the front door where they usually part ways. "And seriously, bring friends."

"Oh yeah, will do, the whole one of them," Stiles snorts.

He's not friendless, he's just not really sure who would be up for a pre-rush party like this. Most of the people he's become close to are not freshmen or they're already in frats or sororities after the initial autumn rush. Back then it almost felt like he and Scott were the only holdouts who didn't bother with that aspect of college life.

In the end, he only thinks of one person to ask to tag along and he sends the text message before he can overthink and talk himself out of it.

this weekend is an alpha meet up, do u wanna meet my friends?

[thechronicliar]

The last one with no real title or working title, but this too would have been a chapter story.

This story is just the idea that when Derek came to town and visited his uncle in long term care, he happened to enter a different room out of pure curiosity. AKA what if he met his pack before becoming Alpha. If he had someone to talk to during all of this and how having at least SOME sort of support could have changed a lot of the outcomes in the series.

He knew Laura was dead, but he couldn’t go out looking for her body. Not with the police in the woods. He didn’t get there in time to help her, much less bury her. Instead, he went to visit Peter. Another one of Derek’s failures.

On his way to his uncle’s room, he happens across Erica’s room. She was there because of a horrible episode and her mother demanded it. It is awkward at first, Erica being attracted to him and afraid of him, while Derek is trying to look cool while panicking on the inside like a real man. Eventually, they start to talk and he explains that he was on his way to see his uncle and for some reason, just talking to her lets the flood gaits loose. He tells her a lot, not everything, but the general jest of why his uncle is in the hospital and who he is and his sister’s death. Nothing about him being a werewolf or anything, but it does build a connection between the two. After he spills his guts, Erica does as well, about her frustrations with all that is happening to her and how her mom is treating her. They talk throughout the night, feeling lighter when daybreak comes. Also, Erica pointing out how scarily good he was at hiding from the nurses.

As she grows more comfortable with him, she flirts, but not seriously. And he teases in return. It’s a relaxed relationship. He sees a lot of Laura in her and it’s a part of home that he isn’t willing to let go of.

A short conversation after Derek meets and deals with Scott and Stiles:

Were they cute?

Not my type.

Don’t like guys?

Jailbait.

And after the party and him dropping off Alison maybe:

“Well, hello handsome,” Erica tried to purr, but her voice cracked midway through. Though that didn’t stop her from continuing. “What brings such a man to my rooms this late at night?” She lounged against the hospital bed with a tired smirk.

Derek offered a small smile as he held up a small bag of chocolates.

Erica smiled widely and made grabby hands at the bad. “You are a wonderful man. Gimme.”

Laughing, Derek tossed her the bag and sat in his chair beside her. “You’re looking beautiful tonight, Erica. Special plans?”

Erica ducked her head, pretending to have her attention focused on the chocolates solely, but the shy smile on her face was unmistakable. “I thought I should put a bit more effort in how I look since I was having gentlemanly company tonight,” she teased. “Not you of course. Someone really handsome. And tall. And handsome.”

Just having him around boosts her spirits, even with all the shit happening to her. She feels as if she is allowed to try and be happy. And she does the same for him in return. She gets worried when he doesn’t show up at least every other day. And even laughs at some of things he tells her (though omitting things) that he’s done to Scott and Stiles, calling him a creep at the same time.

Before Derek has to go into hiding for a bit, he risks coming to see her, telling her what has happened. Maybe telling her werewolf stuff and her making a teen novel joke and asking if he’s in love with her.

Erica wasn’t the only one that Derek met. Before some idiots (Scott mainly) told the cops he was the killer, he had met a young man that jogged through his preserve every other day. Boyd. He doesn’t know the guy’s full name, but it wasn’t like they talked much. Sometimes Derek joined him on the runs. Sometimes he would see Boyd walking home and Derek would offer him a ride. He wasn’t sure if they were friends, but it felt like it. Especially when Boyd found him outside of the school:

He didn’t know how he survived being impaled through his back. Boyd found him nearly healed on the ground and got him to his car without a word (probably on his way home from work). Derek’s keys were in Boyd’s hands before Derek could protest (not that he would because some reason he trusted Boyd) and the young man was driving him away from the school.

“Are you okay?” Boyd finally asked after a few minutes of driving.

“Okay as I can be,” Derek forced out before coughing harshly. “What were you even doing out there?”

Boyd was silent for a few minutes before hesitantly answering. “I felt as if I should be there,” he said as if he wasn’t sure of himself.

Derek stared at him for a moment before letting out a weak chuckle. “Well I’m glad for that.”

And he was. If Boyd didn’t find him. He probably would have been killed by the rogue/his uncle or the cops would have found him and he’d be locked up. Even after the manhunt, he could still rely on seeing Boyd run in the preserve. He was surprised when the man offered him a place to stay. He did decline, not wanting to drag Boyd into this, but they still spent time together. And Derek tells him ALL about werewolves.

He still tried to visit Erica, telling her what was going on. Telling her about Boyd. She later searches Boyd out when she’s at school during all of this. She doesn’t go to Stiles, too self-conscious to do that. They make quick friends and share info about Derek and what is happening. They are also upset that they weren’t there for him with the attack and having to kill his own uncle.

With Peter now dead, Derek wanted to leave and stay for many reasons. He avenged his sister and family’s deaths, but he wanted to run. Derek knew he had to leave soon. Kate’s father was just as large of a bastard as she was, maybe even worse. And as a new alpha, it would be best if he did. He needed a pack and he would have no chance of one in Beacon Hills, not when they would all be hunted down for sport. He had two people he wanted to offer the chance to. But still part of him wanted to stay because this was home. As much as he wished it wasn’t.

He would offer the chance to change to Erica and Boyd. Erica snapped it up quickly, while Boyd took a few days to think about it before agreeing. He was already feeling more grounded with the pair of them. He did meet Issac before too. When he needed his sister buried. He didn’t get to know him much, but there was an interest there. Maybe a need to protect.

That boy Jackson, on the other hand, had no idea on when to give up. Derek didn’t want to turn him. If anyone he wanted to turn…well. But Jackson did help them. The kid was brave and wanted a place in this world. Derek knew that better than anyone. So he offered the bite. With stipulations that is.

“What?” Jackson shouted, outraged. The muscles of his jaw clenched tightly as he glared at Derek. “You can’t be serious!” His anger wasn’t surprising. Derek’s stipulations were a bit harder for a teenager to pay, but they were simple. If Jackson wanted the bite, he’d have to come with Derek and be apart of his pack.

“I’m leaving by the end of the week. Give me your answer by then.” Derek kept his face carefully blank. He didn’t want Jackson to choose the bite, but part of him did. Whether it was the alpha part of him or not, Derek knew Jackson could be a great werewolf.

“But…I…” Jackson tried to argue, but his words died on his tongue. He wanted to complain about how unfair Derek was being.

“You want power,” Derek put simply. “And you can have it. But you’ll have to be a part of my pack for that. Wolves aren’t meant to be alone.”

Derek would be lying if he wasn’t surprised that Jackson showed up the day before Derek was going to leave. He wasn’t as haughty as usually. He was actually reserved and looked like he wanted nothing more than to crawl back into himself. Jackson had a stipulation of his own. He wanted his parents to know where he was going so they can transfer him to a new school for wherever he was going. Derek agreed.

The idea of biting Issac came from Erica. She had noticed a long time ago that there was something going on with that kid and nothing good. She asked Derek to look into it and what he found wasn’t good. The boy jumped on the offer, especially after knowing that they would be leaving Beacon Hills.

“He is as cute as a puppy. We need a puppy. We’re getting a puppy.” They got a puppy.

Issac becoming a favorite with how well he takes to being a werewolf. Quickly becoming the best out of them at it.

Derek had offered Scott a place with them. Scott declined, so Derek warned him about Gerard and gave him is number if he was ever needed. He really should have given his number to Stiles instead. Scott wasn’t the brightest in thinking ahead. Derek’s number was quickly ‘lost’. Derek wasn’t able to say goodbye to Stiles, but left a gift of thanks on the edge of Stiles’ bed. A red hoodie. Maybe returning his hoodie? At Erica’s persistence.

Maybe a month in, Stiles now has Derek’s number and is bitching him out for just leaving like that and not even trying to leave a line of communication. But after getting yelled at enough, they start having conversations like somewhat normal people. Stiles keeps him updated and Derek tries to answer what he can for Stiles. Though some questions are strange and awkward. “Why do you need to know about mating?”

“Scott.” Which could be a lie.

The betas calling Stiles little red. “Lil Red is calling!”

Time passed in their new home that was all the way on the east coast. Derek bought a house and is teaching the four of them about being werewolves and they are all going with it pretty well. Jackson still keeps in touch regularly with his parents and friends, who Derek learn are Danny and Lydia. Erica keeps in touch with her mother, telling her all about the ‘new treatment’ and how amazing it is and the new school. Boyd has regular calls with his family. Isaac, however, doesn’t talk to his father and on those family call day he and Derek go off on a sort of trip for themselves. They talk a lot. Each having someone they loved abuse them.

Then Peter shows up, out of the blue. Alive. Derek tries to kill him again. Peter says that he only wants to be with his family and Derek not believing a word he’s saying. But the fighting does end. Derek didn’t want to kill him again. Not truly. But it didn’t help with Peter said “I killed Laura and you killed me. We’re even.” Not even. And with Derek not liking the man, neither did the others. Jackson hated him the most out of the four betas.

But like most incurable diseases, Peter didn’t go away. They had to deal with him and slowly he started to carve his place into the pack to where even Jackson was almost fine having him around. Peter brought news of Beacon Hills, traveling there more often than anyone wanted, but having him gone was a blessing at times. Derek knew that Peter was worth more alive than dead, but that didn’t stop him from tripping the man down a flight of stairs on accident.

On Laura’s anniversary of her death, Peter stayed by Derek’s side all day. Completely silent, until they separated to go to bed. Peter said sorry and somehow things became easier between him and Derek. Yes, Peter always tries to piss Derek off and stand up to his orders, but the tension between them eased.

It was almost two years before Derek’s pack returned to Beacon Hills. And that was only because of an S.O.S. call. The Alpha Pack and Jennifer Blake were too much for Scott and his ragtag team to handle. A call from Stiles had them all packing up and returning home.

At this point, more Sterek happens because only so much can happen over a phone. There is affection, more on Stiles part, but Derek kept any possibilities at bay cause he’s UNDERAGED. But being there, with a now adult, is different. Stiles has grown, taking into his spark.

Having void!Stiles in this would be great too. Telling Stiles secrets. Derek obsession. Cause I want it that way.

A possible scene within the story that would have just been funny:

The possibility of werewolves getting drunk on normal alcohol was low unless there was a pack mate or two, more than likely human, that decided to take it upon themselves to help their friends bask in alcoholic bliss. That thought process, and several experimental batches was what brought the current events into fruition. Drunk teens, human and werewolf alike, spread across the flat. It was like watching a bunch of toddlers trying to walk. Derek didn’t know if he should laugh or yell at them for drinking in his apartment. He could get into serious trouble if they were caught.

“Derek!” the barely functioning group cheered when they spotted him in the doorway.

Were they even able to legally drink? Would that even stop them?

“You should join us,” Isaac popped up, bottle held loosely in his hand. For some reason that sent Erica into a fit of laughter.

If he called the station, would he be held legally responsible? That’s when he noticed a certain brunette poking his head around the couch. His flushed cheeks only made the freckles that littered his skin pop even more. A smile overtook the young man’s face as he grappled up the back of the couch only to make grabby hands at Derek.

“D’rek,” Stiles slurred, laughing a bit. “Come ‘ere.”

Was it too late to just leave?

He could feel the entirety of the pack staring at him, waiting-surprisingly patiently for drunk teenagers- for him to do something. He stared at Stiles, narrowing his eyes as he tried to focus on him instead of the unnerving stares. “…No,” he grunted as he swung his duffle bag higher onto his shoulder and finally entered the room. Even as the door screeched shut, he could still hear Stiles’ whine over the grating sound. He did his best to ignore his name being whined repeatedly as he walked past the group.

That’s all folks.

[lifeofafangirl1234]

My Best Friend’s Brother (Pt.6)

It was about 3 hours later when there was a ton of knocking on my door.

“Baby.” Stiles cried. “Please talk to me.”

“Go home!” I screamed. “I want nothing to do with you!”

“That isn’t true!”

“Go the fuck home Stiles! I hate you!”

Every word I said was a lie but I told him I wasn’t ready to tell Allison and he went and did it anyway. I loved him so much but if he loved me, he would have respected my wishes.

“(Y/N) please.” He whispered.

I stopped answering him and slid against the wall.

“What am I going to do?” We both whispered at the same time.

Meanwhile at the Stilinski household, things were hostile.

“Fuck off you dick.” Allison said to Stiles as they passed each other in the kitchen. 

“Get fucked you bitch.” He responded.

“That’s it. We are fucking done with both of your shit.” Their dad and mom agreed.

“Stiles’ room now!” Their dad yelled.

They were forced into his room and were locked in from the outside.

“You two are family and so is (Y/N). I want you to figure this out because it’s not fair to us, (Y/N) or yourselves. Knock this shit off and grow the fuck up.” Their mother yelled.

“You have something to say to me?” Stiles asked, obviously expecting an apology.

“You better be fucking kidding.” She growled.

“I’m not.” Stiles responded. “You fucked this up, not me.”

“You dated my best friend! The one thing I had that you didn’t and you had to take it from me!”

“Stop being so dramatic.” Stiles rolled his eyes. “It’s not like you cared.”

“Of course I cared, I’ve been trying to find her a man for like months!” She yelled.

“Really? When was the last time you even hung out with (Y/N)? When was the last time she slept over the house in your bedroom? When was the last time you guys went to get your nails done? When was the last time you asked her how she was doing? Look through your texts and see who initiates all the conversations and who is the caring friend. Also, I know everything about Jackson. I know you told him to push himself onto (Y/N) because “she needed to get laid” and I know you told him to come interrupt (Y/N) and I in my room. You threw her under the bus and made it seem like she was in danger so you wouldn’t get hurt. You are such a selfish bitch.”

“I’m…” She whispered.

“And you wonder why she ran to me? Her and I have had a connection for years and you’ve known that but you were so selfish that you made both of us hide our feelings so you wouldn’t be inconvenienced. You are selfish and I’m shocked that (Y/N) even tried to keep you in her life. You’re my sister and I love you but you are such a shitty friend. Once you got a boyfriend you ditched (Y/N).” Stiles argued.

“You don’t have to like that we are in love… were in love, but you can’t stay mad at (Y/N) because you wanted her to suppress her feelings. You need to grow up and let (Y/N) live her own life. If you truly loved her and think you’re as good a friend as you think you are, you would go and talk to her.”

“If she was really my friend she wouldn’t have dated you and she wouldn’t have kept it a secret from me.” Allison argued.

“Did you ever give her a fucking chance!? You haven’t had a second alone with her for weeks even when she tried. What if she was going to tell you but you kept putting off hanging out with her because of Scott. You’re trying to put all the blame on (Y/N) and I when you seem to forget that you think you can play God and change people’s feelings and that everyone must bow down to your wishes. You know what Allison, I hope you’re happy because you got what you’ve always wanted. I’m miserable. I’m not the happy, popular, loud brother you’ve always had. I’m now a depressed, miserable boy because you took away the one thing that made me happy. So fuck you and have fun finding a friend like (Y/N).” Stiles said as he climbed out the window. “I hope it was worth it.”

I was laying in bed sobbing when there was a knock at my window.

“Stiles?” I whispered as I ran to the window. “What are you doing out there? How did you even get up here?”

“It doesn’t matter (Y/N). I need to talk to you.”

“I’ve said what I needed to say.” I stated. “Please just leave me alone.”

“You might have said what you needed but I haven’t. I have loved you for as long as I knew what love was.”

“Stiles please.”

“Just let me speak!” He begged. “I love you and never meant to hurt you when I told Allison. You were asking about if she cared about you since she never hung out with you anymore and I’ve realized that she’s been such a shitty friend to you and that you didn’t deserve to be put under this stress just to keep her happy. If she was a friend like you are to her, she would have never asked you to reject your happiness. She is selfish and just wants what she wants without thinking about other people’s feelings.”

“Don’t you think it should have been my choice to tell her!?” I yelled. “It was my friendship!”

“Was it really?” He asked. “Has she ever really treated you like a friend? I’ve been around for you entire friendship and like I’ve told you before, she always had to be better than you. Listen, she’s my sister and I love her but she’s a bitch. She may not realize the way she treats you but she doesn’t treat you like a best friend should. If she really wanted you to be happy, she wouldn’t be butting into your love life like this.”

“She was always a good friend.” 

“Like with Jackson?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I talked to him at the carnival and he came up and apologized about how he acted at the party. Jackson is gay and Allison knew. She knew for months. She knew about it even when you guys were together. She was the one who told Jackson to push himself onto you to hide his sexuality because you “needed sex”. She also sent him up to my room that night because she didn’t want us to be alone.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I whispered. “She knew he was gay?! She told him to try to get with me?!”

“She doesn’t care about anyone but herself (Y/N). I told her because she needed to know that she can’t control everything. I know I should have told you first and I was going to talk to you about it after our fun night but it unfortunately got ruined. I’m sorry I did what I did but I was done letting her control everything.”

There was a knock on the door and in walked Allison.

“What are you doing here?” Allison asked Stiles.

“I’m here helping (Y/N) and I’m trying to make her realize that this isn’t her fault and that she shouldn’t feel guilty because you’re a bitch.” Stiles explained.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about Jackson.” I growled.

“How could have I told you? You liked him.” She whispered.

“Did you know me at all Allison?! I used Jackson for hookups and orgasms and I’ve told you that multiple times. I was only hooking up with him for fun, not for a real relationship. And when I saw he was hooking up with Cora I realized I should find someone who really cherished me, someone like Stiles. But no, you didn’t care. All you cared about was making sure I had someone so we could go on double dates. You didn’t care if I was happy. You didn’t care if I was hurting.”

“Yes I did.” 

“Then why did you tell Jackson to push himself onto me? Why did you send him up to Stiles’ room?”

“So you guys wouldn’t fuck.” Allison said. “You’re my best friend and he’s my brother, it just wouldn’t work!”

“It wouldn’t work for you Allison.” Stiles yelled. “It was working for us and we were absolutely happy.”

“You ignoring me was probably the best time of my life.” I admitted.

“I’m trying to make a point.” I said. “I have never felt as happy as I was when I was with Stiles and if you cared enough, you would realize you are trying to ruin something that makes me want to get out of bed everyday. You have Scott, I know you understand the feeling. I just can’t believe you are trying to strip that feeling from me, your supposed best friend.”

“(Y/N). You are my best friend and I never wanted to hurt you but this would make my life so complicated, you have to understand that!”

“There you go again. Me, me, me. ‘It would complicate things for me.’ What about me Allison? What about how complicated it was for me?! I love Stiles and  I always have and if you truly cared about me, you would understand that.”

“I do understand that but I can’t support this. I’m going to either lose my relationship with my best friend or lose my relationship with my brother. I can’t do that.”

“You don’t have to lose a relationship with either of us if you stop acting like a crazy bitch!” Stiles said.

“(Y/N), it’s either him or me.” Allison said. “You need to chose.”

“I choose Stiles.” I sighed. “I love him with every bone in my body Allison. I love Stiles and I don’t want to live life without him.”

“You choose Stiles?” She stuttered.

“I choose Stiles.” I responded. “I choose you.”

“Then this is the end of our friendship.” Allison yelled. “It’s over!”

Part 5 | Part 7

[bigskydreaming]

1/6 You realize Teen Wolf is an ensemble show and not The Scott Mccall/Tyler Posey show, right? You are just bitter 'cause every single character is their own person and their life does not revolve around coddling and worshipping your personal fave Scott 24/7 like you so desperately wanted to.

2/6 As for the pack reacting to Theo for what they did to them individually instead of making poor little toddler Scott their priority and putting him first… Malia got literally shot by Theo, and yet you claim not only that Malia shouldn’t have been affected by what Theo did to her personally, but that Malia should have been affected only because Theo murdered SCOTT 

3/6 and should have reacted only because Theo murdered SCOTT - because ofc according to you Malia’s feelings either doesn’t matter or are less important and valid than Scott’s. Same for Lydia’s, Stiles’, Liam’s and everyone else’s feelings and traumas. Lydia got literally put in a comatose state thanks to Scott’s canon incompetence, hypocrisy and stupidity,

4/6 but somehow hating Theo for murdering SCOTT should have been Lydia’s priority, right?? Scott’s canon incompetence, hypocrisy and stupidity almost costed the Sheriff’s life, but somehow hating Theo for murdering SCOTT should have been Stiles’ priority, right?? Because ofc according to you the only character that matters is your personal fav Scott Mccall and everyone else’s feelings are either invalid or unimportant

5/6 because all their lives/actions/motivations etc. should always revolve around poor little toddler Scott only, lol! As for everyone abandoning Scott after he failed rather spectacularly at being a decent leader by the end of season 5a: they may be Scott’s pack and friends but they are still their own persons with a life and other affects and interests outside of coddling and supporting Scott 24/7,

Like, are you done? Is it over? You kept saying (x)/6 with each one making me think there’s supposed to be one more ask coming, but idk maybe you’re just as bad at counting as you are at reading?

Cuz LMAO wow did you go off about something I did not actually say ever. I mean, kinda predictable given that not even two hours ago I JUST made a joke about how the only thing that pisses anti-Scott fandom off even more than the characters acknowledging his good traits is saying that the characters didn’t acknowledge/appreciate all that he’d been through. Thanks for proving me right!

ME: *cites multiple canon examples of times other characters received comfort, support and reassurances from the others, INCLUDING from Scott, and then compares that to multiple canon examples of times where NO other character offered Scott any comfort, support or reassurance as should be expected from even an ENSEMBLE show, because see, relationships are supposed to be a two way street? Meaning if a character is constantly shown caring about his friends, being concerned and worried about them, kissing their boo-boos all better or apologizing to them when they hold completely unwarranted grudges for things that weren’t actually his fault no matter how much other characters (and you) want to blame him…well, its only reasonable to expect the same to be shown in return, with like…him being murdered being a fairly logical place to demonstrate these other characters giving a shit*

YOU: OMG SO BASICALLY WHAT YOU’RE SAYING IS ONLY SCOTT MATTERS SCOTT SCOTT SCOTT ITS ALWAYS GOT TO BE ABOUT SCOTT NOBODY ELSE IS ALLOWED TO HAVE A LIFE OF THEIR OWN OR THEIR OWN PROBLEMS EVERYONE NEEDS TO BE TOTALLY FOCUSED AND REVOLVE AROUND POOR TODDLER SCOTT WHO CAN’T EVEN HANDLE BEING MURDERED WITHOUT YOU MAKING A BIG DEAL ABOUT IT LIKE WHO EVEN CARES I WAS MURDERED ONCE OR MAYBE I WAS YOU DONT KNOW BUT YOU DONT SEE ME MAKING A BIG DEAL ABOUT IT OMG SHUT UP SCOTT DESERVED IT ANYWAY DUH WHY CAN YOU NOT SEE THAT.

That’s you. That’s what you sound like. Just FYI.

LOL, nowhere anywhere did I say or even imply that Malia shouldn’t feel however she damn well wants to feel for any of the things Theo did to HER, personally, like shooting her with a shotgun. What I SAID was that when she, like the other characters, brought up SCOTT’S death specifically, it was always in the context of what THAT specific event had to do with Theo, the rest of the pack, how they interacted with Theo or viewed him as a result of it, instead of it ever being about ‘hey, so Scott being murdered is kinda a weird rallying cry to express just how much we all hate Theo given that none of us has really bothered to talk to Scott about y’know….how he was murdered and that must have sucked and all that’. 

Which is where you get me saying something like its a problem that Scott’s trauma from being murdered became almost an afterthought whenever the event was mentioned, like it had nothing to do with anything.

Like, did I break that down far enough for you? I don’t mean to sound condescending except that actually I totally do, because when people insist on shouting at me over shit I’ve never actually said haha guess what, I totally get to be a patronizing prick about it, so……let’s do basic math here:

Theo shooting Malia with a shotgun = Malia’s trauma = its about Malia, any discussion of it should be about Malia and center how Malia feels about it and how she was affected by it.

Theo murdering Scott SHOULD = SCOTT’S trauma = its about Scott, any discussion of it should be about Scott and center how Scott feels about it and how he was affected by it.

Now, point me to all the scenes where Scott’s death was brought up and HIS feelings and reactions to it centered instead of everyone else just mentioning it to make a dig at Theo and then going back to pretending like it never happened and shouldn’t affect him in any way.

Because y’know, like you pointed out, they all have their own issues and concerns! Like Malia, who had all that stuff going on with her mom…..which Scott repeatedly asked her about, told her he understood whatever she wanted to do because of it, literally found time while trying to stop the Beast to come up with a plan using the Garuda talons to give Malia an edge so she could beat her mom.

Or like Stiles, who had all that stuff going on with his dad….which Scott repeatedly asked him about, tried to help with, even after Stiles physically and verbally attacked him, locked him out of the car when Scott tried to go with him to find the chimera who attacked his dad, went ahead and while still wounded and hurting from being murdered less than a day before, found the chimera so he could save Stiles’ dad anyway DESPITE Stiles petulantly refusing his help even when it was his dad’s life on the line because holding a grudge apparently takes precedence over his dad’s health which is what takes precedence over Scott’s murder which is…what he’s holding a grudge about, that Scott was off busy being a corpse while his dad was getting attacked by a chimera none of them had any idea even existed before that day.

Or like Lydia, who was comatose in Eichen House because of what Theo did….which is why Scott went and got Kira back from the Skinwalkers, begged Stiles and Malia to put aside their issues with him and help, put aside his own issues with Liam who’d just been trying to help murder him a few days before, all so he could rescue Lydia from Eichen House, a process which got him severely electrocuted and hurt on top of the sucking chest wound he still had from you know, being murdered, and which Stiles got all the credit for despite Scott having to plead with him to even get him involved at all.

I mean, you really got me. I had completely failed to consider that all these characters had their own issues and drama going on and preoccupying them while Scott was selfishly neglecting them and not caring at all, so why SHOULD they have been able to find a spare moment or ounce of compassion to show their friend who’d just been MURDERED, its not like Scott was willing or able to multitask and care about their issues and help with those even while dealing with like, say, still being wounded and hurt from that time he was murdered a few days ago without any emotional trauma resulting that whatsoever.

I bow to your superior interpretation of canon AND my own thoughts on the matter! I see now that the points you raised AREN’T completely off topic and not at all relevant to the issue I thought I was demonstrating, and in fact, your completely ignoring the actual content of my post and substituting  your own version of what I said is really the best thing that ever could have happened to my post! And its actually not at all the totally predictable and often-relied upon method anti-Scott fandom loves trotting out to derail any and every discussion about him they don’t like because they can’t actually refute on its own merits. Aka just about every discussion ever had in this fandom about Scott.

Anyway, now that I have seen the light, I would like to thank you for taking time out of your day to share these insights with me so I can stop being the clearly bitter and resentful one here, and have the peace and happiness that eluded me for so long while I labored under dumb ideas like OMG WHAT IF SCOTT’S FRIENDS CARED THAT HE WAS MURDERED.

I don’t want to take up any more of your time or energy, and I really don’t think there’s anything you could possibly add at this point that would shed further light or clarity on this matter, so please don’t feel you have to send any followup asks on this matter, I’ll just delete them so as to save us both time and trouble, alrighty?

Thanks again and have a nice day! You’ve been SWELL.

[sassysweetstories]

Second Chances

Request: “Im kinda crazy for chris argent of TW pls kindly do a fic about him where his highschool sweetheart is back in town n to teach in allison school. She was heartbroken by chris who choose allison mother over her before. But chris has his reason. Now that shes back, they cant deny that they still have feeling for each other. Make it angst pls. Thanks.” 

Ship: Chris Argent x Fem!Reader 

Warning: angst, swearing, fluff, minor kissing, yelling, mentions of cheating, fighting, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Your P.O.V

[A few years ago..]

How could he? I thought to myself as I glare daggers at the back of my now ex-boyfriends head. So much for high school sweethearts.. He wraps his arm around Victoria, smiling as they dance across the floor, swaying to the music above us. They look like polar opposites. It was like watching the angel and the devil tango. Nobody liked it. And even though we broke up a few weeks ago, it still stings. We were the perfect couple after-all. I guess we weren’t perfect enough. Glancing back at my date, I force a smile despite the pain emulating within my heart. When he spins me around, I feel Chris’s eyes burning into the side of my face. Maybe he regrets his choice? I sure hope so.

[Now]

Glancing up at the sign, I sigh to myself. Mixed emotions plague my mind. Don’t get me wrong, I am thrilled to finally have the opportunity to teach. It had been something I’d always wanted to do, ever since I was a kid. But in all honesty, I was petrified. Sucking in a quick breath of fresh air, I head into my classroom and prepare for the day ahead. When the students start shuffling in, I start to feel more confident. That is until my gaze caught wind of a beautiful chocolate haired girl. She sat down in the middle of the classroom with a contagious smile. For some reason, she looked familiar.

Looking away, I ignore the weird feeling that begun to bubble inside my stomach. Glancing up at the list of names, I begun to call off- “Stiles Stilinski.” My eyes trailed to the hand raised. A boy who gave me a goofy grin. “Scott McCall.” The boy next to him waved his hand over to catch my attention, sporting a similar likable puppy dog smile. I can't help but return the respectable grin before continuing down the list until one name caught my eye.

Allison Argent

It can't be.. "Uh.. Allison Argent." The beautiful girl I saw earlier raised her hand and smiled. That’s why she looked familiar. She looks just like him. I stare at her for a second before asking, very much dreading the answer. “Do you happen to be related to Christopher Argent?” She nodded and smiled before saying, “Yeah, he’s my dad.” In that moment, my heart dropped and shattered into a million pieces. That bastard. She continued. “Why do you ask?” I have gotten fairly good at lying these past few years. Especially when it came to the protection of my own broken heart. 

So when I reply, my tone is calm and collective. “We went to high school together. Small world.” She nodded, genuinely intrigued by the topic. I finish calling off everyone’s names then proceed to educate the class on Hamlet, my favorite of Shakespeare’s many pieces. But I couldn’t for the life of me get the pang of pain out of my heart. Had he really moved on and stayed with Victoria and had a child? Pff, why do I even care? That was years ago. none of that should matter now. Except it does. At least in my heart it does. 

The next few weeks were not as easy as I thought they’d be. Every time I looked at the poor girl, I was reminded of the long tear filled nights I had spent crying over a boy who never really loved me. And instead of looking at her, I avoided all eye contact. It helped but I’d be lying if I said there still wasn’t this void within me. I file my work away and start to clean my classroom, which got surprisingly dirty quite quickly. Playing some soft turns from my old CD player, I almost hadn’t noticed a new body enter the room. “Hi, Allison. What can I do for you, hun?” 

She smiled at the nickname and entered. “My rides a little later and I was wondering if I could wait in here until he came? It’s pouring like crazy outside and it’s freezing in the halls.” I pull out the nearest chair and pat it, softly. “Of course, make yourself at home. I hope you don’t mind the music while I clean my room up. Ya know, you’d think I’d wrapped my head around the fact that kids are messy.” She giggles softly before staring off and out the window. I finish picking my room up and sit to grade some papers. The soft music and a small hum of rain that pattered from atop the roof was the only thing sound between us. 

I get up again to put a file away before a low, gruff voice spoke from behind. “(Y/n)?” As I turn over my shoulder to see whom the voice belonged to, my heart dropped. Standing before me was my high school sweetheart, Chris Argent. Shit, I should have guessed he would be picking her up. Idiot. He was a lot taller than I had expected him to be. Chris’s face was gruff and more bearded than ever. His body was built and toned like a god. Oh, for gods sake, I could practically see his pecks under his thin grey shirt. His brown eyes were still the same but they looked harder than ever. His hair slightly tinted with grey to mask his aging process. Probably due to stress. Chris looked good, too good. 

God, damn it! Why couldn’t he have turned out ugly?! “Chris.. Uh- long time no see.” I internally roll my eyes. What kind of response is that, you soggy poptart?! The way he’s looking at me makes me think he’s sizing me up just as I am doing right now with him. “(Y/n).. Is-Is that really you?” The way he asks the question shocks, not only me, but his daughter, too. It was the most innocently soft thing I’d ever heard. I could have sworn he was about to cry. “Yeah, it’s me. You look great, Christopher. You have a beard now. Impressive. I remember when you couldn’t even grow a mustache.” We both laugh but there’s an unspoken pain between us. When I look into his eyes, all I see is regret. Good. 

“And you. You cut your hair. You look..” He pauses for a second, trying to find the right word before saying, “..immaculate.” I can feel my cheeks flushing but above all else, it’s like someone ripped open a wound that’s just about to heal. No. I will not let him break me again. I clear my throat, beckoning towards Allison whom he hasn’t looked at since he first entered. “Uh.. Thank you. You two should get going. Don’t wanna get caught up in the storm.” Allison’s by the door, waiting and watching our interaction closely. “We should get coffee sometime. Catch up.” He says softly. And when I look up at him, I feel an immediate sense of regret. There’s so much hope in his big blue eyes. 

But I was not about to get my heart broken again. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I am Allison’s teacher, after-all. That would be highly inappropriate.” The second the words leave my mouth, a bitter taste starts to form in the back of my throat, like bile. His eyes look sad and regretful. I had never seen someone go from such a high spirit to a low one so quickly. He shook his head, heart still hopeful. “It’s just coffee-” I cut him off. “Good day, Mr. Argent.” When I say his name, it’s almost like a reminder of what positions we are in. He’s married and a father. I’m Allison’s high school teacher. But that was only the beginning. 

I don’t bother to watch his tragic state as he walks out with his daughter. I cannot get involved with Christopher again. I don’t think my heart could take it a second time. Seeing him was like opening a wound that had finally been shut. He still looked like himself, just more aged like a fine wine. I clutch my chest and sit down, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. But he’s always had that effect on me. 

Third P.O.V

“Why were you acting like that, Dad?! You were looking at her in a certain way. You’ve never looked at mom like that. Dad!” Allison cried, feeling conflicted and hurt and confused. Chris was hurting inside. Seeing his beloved for the first time in a so many years. She looked as beautiful as the day they first met. Finally he caved in, tired of keeping secrets. Especially from his beloved daughter. “Okay, okay. A long time ago, your mom, Mrs. (Y/L/N) and I attended high school together. We were what you kids today call “couple goals”. We were like Romeo and Juliet, Bonnie and Clyde Ying and Yang. 

“We were a perfect pair. We had a love that kids only ever dreamed of. The kind of sappy stuff you see in movies. We were so in love and attached to the hip that people would be uncomfortable if one of us was without the other. We were absolutely inseparable. The power couple among power couples.” His voice died out, cracking towards the end. Allison’s heart ached for her father. He was the strongest man she knew. And to see him so torn up, to the point of tears, she knew he must’ve been hurting something fierce. She wanted to console but more importantly, understand what happened. 

“What happened between you two?” She took his hands to support him and only hoped he would press on. Mr. Argent cleared his throat and swallowed down the pain like a shot of whiskey. “I went to a party. (Y/n) and I had gotten into a small argument, one that I had blown up over. It was a stupid reason, too. So I told her I was going to a party. She warned me not to. To just be safe and be careful. That it was a bad idea but I didn’t listen. That’s when your mom got involved.

“We drank so much that night. The next morning I woke up in her bed. I ran to (Y/n) in hopes that she would understand that it was nothing. But she shut me out and I deserved it. I broke her heart. But then everything changed when Veronica- your mother- confessed to me that she was pregnant. Pregnant with you. I was beyond shocked but there was no doubt in my mind that I would not love you unconditionally. I would not abandon you or your mother when all I wanted was a child. I just had expected it to have happened with (Y/n). But over time, I grew to love and respect your mother. 

“But at the end of the day, you can’t forget your first love. No matter how hard you try. And god knows I loved that woman more than anything in the universe. But I broke her and I deserve to suffer, to hurt. I fucked up bad. And seeing her again made me want to fix everything with her again. I just want to mend the wounds I put there.” Allison listened intently, clenching her fists to hide her anger towards her father for being so reckless but was also feeling sad for him, too. He was her father, after-all. Her mother was long gone, but throughout their marriage, Allison could not tell how unusual it all seemed. They both loved Allison but neither really loved the other. 

And, without having too look up at him, she knew what he was thinking. Should I fight for her? Or have I done enough damage? For a split second, she thought no. Leave the poor woman alone. She’s been through enough. But then she thought of Scott. He loved and fought for her, cherished and held her close to his heart. And even when they broke up, he was still there for her. And for a second she wondered if that’s what her dad and teacher had had. “Go get her dad. Fix your mistakes.” That was all he needed to hear before he revved the engine as Allison hopped out of the car. 

Christopher hadn’t thought about what he’d say or what he’d do. All he knew was that he needed her, desperately. Pulling up to the school, he quickly got out of the car, not even bothering to throw on a jacket to mask himself from the pouring rain. He’s drenched from head to toe by the time he enters the school. Nearly slipping and falling on his ass, he runs to her room in hopes to catch her in time. Mr. Argent’s jaw drops to the floor when he sees her still standing there, looking as beautiful and radiant as ever. Before she could even speak, he waltz's��up to her and places his lips atop hers. The kiss was passionate, heavy and warm. 

It was needy and desperate on both ends as she begun to kiss back, plunging helplessly into the darkness she would soon experience again. But then she registered what was happening and pushed him back. “No, no, no, no. I’m not going to do this again, Christopher. You’ve broken my heart once, I won’t let you do it again.” She’s crying now, trying to keep herself together as best she can but it seems useless. “(Y/n), let me explain-” She pushed him hard, pulling back before clutching her sides. “No! You cheated on me with Victoria! What did I do to deserve that-” Chris shook his head, practically yelling. “None of this was your fault! I got completely smashed!

“Yes, I did cheat on you. And being drunk isn’t an excuse. But it happened. A few days after it happened, Victoria told me that she was pregnant with Allison. And you know me, (Y/n). I would never leave someone like that. I wasn’t gonna let her fend for herself. I wanted a baby to call my own. I just- I wanted to have it with you.. And I can’t tell you I’m sorry enough.. God knows it won’t ever clean the wounds I put there. But I loved you so much.. I still do. I am not longer married. I’m actually widowed. Victoria- she- she died. She’s been gone for five years now.” (Y/n) can’t help but feel the need to apologize. The loss of someone is undeniably unbearable. 

“So you just- you impregnate Victoria and don’t tell me-” Chris shook his head, almost to the point of tears as he looked down at his beloved. “You wouldn’t let me. And you had every right! You hated me and I deserved it. I deserved to suffer and I still do but I will not leave here with bad blood. I love you. I always have and I always will. I’m not gonna let you go again. Not when I can actually do something about it. (Y/n), I am so sorry. For everything I did to you.” The two looked at one another, neither making a sound. That was until (Y/n) took two steps forward and smashed her lips onto his. She shouldn’t be doing this but she needed him as much as he needed her. “I love you, Chris Argent.” He grinned from ear to ear before muttering. “I love you too, (Y/n) (Y/L/N).” 

(I hope you liked it! I’m really sorry for the long wait. I’ve been very very busy!!) 

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Written for @liveandletrain for the @teenwolfexchange who wanted something about Melissa McCall and the baby betas. I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

The McCall Home for Wayward Youngsters (and other Supernatural Creatures)

Stiles was the first.

It wasn’t something that happened overnight, it was more of a gradual progression that she came to notice. The longer periods his mom spent in the hospital the more frequently she’d find him and Scott in a tangle of limbs, snoring, drooling slightly in their sleep sprawled one on top of the other in Scott’s bed. Eventually it became almost a habit to put out two plates instead of one before she left for work. On the rare occasions that Stiles ended up not sleeping over, she’d pack up the uneaten food for Scott to take to him to school or occasionally to the hospital where he’d be spending his nights instead.

Sometimes the food would go untouched; when Stiles could barely tear his eyes away from the wall he’d been staring blankly at for hours. When that happened, Melissa would send Scott out of the room to get Stiles something to drink from the vending machine; she knew he never got further than out the door, instead, slumping against the wall soundlessly, leaving her and Stiles to their privacy. In those moments, Melissa would reach an arm across Stiles’s shoulders, gently rubbing her hand up and down the length of his arm before pulling him close to her, letting him sob out his fear and his sorrow into her chest.

He hid his grief and his mourning well behind humour and jokes, but Melissa could always see straight through it.

The first set of their house keys he had she’d made for him herself and quietly slipped into his pocket when she hugged him before he left.  

Often, on the days when she’d be home late from work after working a triple shift just so she’d be able to put food on the table and keep the roof over their heads, she could hear the sound of shuffling in the lawn outside Scott’s window and the less than discrete muttered cursing of someone scaling up the side of their wall. It would usually end with the sound of a body crashing to the floor upstairs and Scott’s fervent hushing and the eventual sound of muffled laughter that would float down like a birdsong to Melissa’s ears.

She didn’t give Stiles a copy of their house keys expecting him to actually use it. She gave it to him so that he’d know that he was welcome in their house always.

Allison was the second.

Melissa had a fondness for Allison from the first moment she met her. She was kind and respectful and smart and she also gorgeous. Scott really struck gold with that one, Melissa thought often.

But Melissa was a realist. After everything she’d been through in her life, she had to be. So she knew that if something seemed too good to be true, it probably was. And the fact had never been proven more right than in the case of the Argents.

Her son was a werewolf.

Just thinking the words drove home what an utterly bizarre turn her life had ended up taking; even taking into account her summer off during her third year of college that she spent hitchhiking across the country and ended up having an incredible one night stand with the single cutest guy she’d ever seen in her life. Once again, everything that seemed too good to be true always ended up being just that. The guy turned out to be some weirdo travelling with his father and younger brother in a badass looking car that had an arsenal in the trunk.

Melissa couldn’t have packed up her bags and skedaddled out of town faster if she tried.

Her werewolf son’s girlfriend turned out to be a werewolf hunter. Not only that, but she also came from a long line of werewolf hunters, and if that wasn’t karma at work being an utter bitch, then Melissa was actually living in an alternate universe where zombies had taken over the world.

She gladly became the source of comfort for Allison when her mom died. Melissa had no lost love for the woman after everything she did to Scott and everything she almost did to her family. But she was still Allison’s mother, and Melissa wouldn’t even try to imagine a world in which it was Scott suffering through the same kind of loss, being offered empty words and useless reassurance when the only thing they truly needed was the feel of a mother’s comforting arms holding them close and wiping away their tears.

But through it all, their relationship – then friendship persevered and stayed strong – until it didn’t.

When Allison died, Melissa realized just how real the situation was, and how serious. It was easy to get caught up in the moment; to hear the words werewolf and kitsune and supernatural and just be like ‘Sure’.

But when Scott walked in through the door that night, his hands and clothes saturated with blood and the look of absolute devastation on his face, Melissa just knew. She didn’t say anything, she just gathered her son up in her arms and let him cry into her chest.

That was the first time she realized that this really was the end of their innocence. She knew it was coming as it inevitably came for everyone eventually. It came for her late, not until she realized that the prince charming she married wasn’t much of a prince and he ended up not being all that charming either. But she had wanted to protect Scott from experiencing that for as long as she could.

That night she realized that for the first time in her life, she failed as a parent.

Isaac was the third.

Melissa was used to seeing a lot of things, a lot of terrible things and terrible situations passing through the hospital doors daily.

The moment she laid eyes on Isaac she knew; the way he’d flinch back whenever she was too quick in reaching for something in his vicinity. The way his eyes would shift to the floor almost in submission and the way his back would hunch down trying to make himself appear as small as he could whenever she was too angry and too vicious yelling into the phone receiver at the dumbass on the other end of the line.

The way he slept curled up on the floor instead of the bed during his first few nights there.

She never mentioned it and she never called attention to it. She let him do what he needed to do to feel comfortable; she just made sure to vacuum and mop the floor as clean as she could make it. She couldn’t stop him from sleeping there, but she could at least make sure that the surface he was sleeping on was clean enough to eat off of.

A week to the day he moved in, Melissa found him sprawled out on the mattress, his long limbs hanging off the sides and his head half hidden under the pillow instead of on it. She quietly tiptoed in and tucked the spare wool blanket around him and walked out, careful not to wake him out of his slumber.

Melissa lost three things the day Allison died.

She lost Allison. She lost Scott’s innocence, and she lost Isaac.

But she powered through regardless. She had to. She didn’t just have herself to carry forward and support, she still had her son; she had Stiles and their friends and Chris who was inconsolable over the death of both his wife and daughter. She had the sheriff who needed her to be strong for him to be strong, because the kids may have had the pack, but Melissa, Chris and Noah really only had each other; the only people who truly understood what each other were going through and the pain that came along with raising a child in such a terrible, cruel world.

Liam was the fourth.

Scott has had many betas through the years, at least she saw all of them as such and it was obvious that was the way they saw themselves as well.

But Liam was his first.

Melissa knew from the moment he came to her, his eyes red rimmed and damp, his body language almost drenched in guilt – that he didn’t have a choice. He didn’t have to say as much because she knew her son. She knew the trouble he went through when he was turned and she knew how difficult it was for him to accept what had happened; to accept what he was. She knew how afraid he was that she wouldn’t accept him, that she would stop loving him and it was that fear that she could still sometimes see in his eyes, hovering just in the background of his gaze.

She knew he would never wish that feeling on anyone else.

But it happened, Scott did to Liam what had been done to him and no matter the reason, Melissa knew he would never truly absolve himself of the guilt.

She could tell right off the bat that his bond and his relationship with Liam was different than the one he had with the others. There was an aura around them, a feeling that was projected that was akin to the bond between a father and son, but one that wasn’t forged by blood or by relation, but instead was bound by something greater than that.

If anything were to ever happen to Liam, Melissa knew that Scott would never recover from it.

Liam came into their home and not unlike the way Stiles had made himself completely comfortable; from the moment he stepped through the door, his presence in the house just felt absolutely right.

Theo was the fifth.

Melissa had strong mixed feelings about Theo from the very beginning; from the first moment she laid eyes on him after Liam pulled him out of hell.

He killed her son. He almost tore their pack to pieces and he wreaked havoc at every corner from the moment he stepped back into town.

But at the same time, Melissa couldn’t stop seeing a much younger face staring back at her when she turned to look at him. She remembered him as a young boy when he lived in Beacon Hills all those years ago. She remembered his frequent trips to the ER because of his asthma. The memory stood out to her because she used to reflect on how much he reminded her of Scott.

But where Scott had her at his side whenever an asthma attack was particularly vicious, Theo only had his sister who would stay by his side through the treatment, and a father who would stomp in, disgruntled and complaining, to sign the release forms only because he had to.

Even when Melissa was at her angriest, the sight of her son’s bloodied body lying limp in her arms still so fresh in her memory, she still couldn’t find it in her to turn him away and throw him out.

Instead she’d sit him down opposite her at the dinner table and make him hot chocolate.

The utterly baffled look on his face was rewarding enough to her.

Melissa didn’t fail to notice the way Liam would come by more often since Theo started staying with them, and the way they would both suspiciously disappear together once the attention of the room was no longer focused on them. But that was a story for another time.

It was hard sometimes, watching these kids that she’d grown to care about come and go – and die, which sadly happened more times than she wanted. She remembered comforting one of the twin alphas after the death of his brother and Melissa didn’t think she’d ever seen grief as potent as she did in that moment.

It was hard sometimes, but it was rewarding most of the time.

Theo was the latest, but Melissa knew that he wouldn’t be the last, and she knew that she would gladly accept every single one of them with open arms, over and over again.

The end.

This is sort of an extension of the plotline and characterization I already have for Melissa in Heart of the Heartless. The fic title is also actually the title of chapter 9, I just elaborated more on it. Also I hope you caught the small cameo I secretly inserted :)

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Other Side

Summary: 💀Stiles/Reader; Song-fic; The other side of paradise by the glass animals

You shake yourself awake and trudge to the kitchen making a cup of coffee. You stretch as the water boils and shuffle about packing for school.

“Have a good first day back, you know how to get there?”

“Course, see you later mom!”  You call out pouring your coffee into a flask and leaving the cup by the door.

“Scott! How did practice go!” You’re watching the group; you remember them but you’re unsure if Scott and Stiles will remember you from middle school before you moved away. You walk past intent on finding where the office is but you feel a hand on the back of your shoulder.

“Y/N?”

“Stiles?” You pretend to be shocked, you can hear his heartbeat speed slightly and you’re surprised with how Scott looks suddenly uncomfortable.

“Stiles. Come on.” He pulls him over slightly and you frown.

“Playing dad now?” You grin at Scott who laughs a little at the memory it brings, you can also hear the nerves in it.

“I believe that was only because you and Stiles managed to convince me to let you try to steal his dad’s car. So the bad influence you possess is back.” You roll your eyes a little and turn to Stiles.

“It’s good to see you though.” He pulls you into a half hug and hangs back as everyone else makes their way to class; he’d offered to show you around and you’d laughed about him finding an excuse to ditch school.

“Surprised you still remember me.”

“Little hard to forget you mischief.” You grin and look confused as he pales and shakes his head. You nod pulling back slightly but staying close as he walks you around the school.

”You like Lydia.” You comment when she stands and leaves to talk to Jackson. You can see Scott’s eyes flicker towards you and you know he can sense your disappointment. Stiles flushes and nods.

“Yeah she’s incredible, she’s so smart and..anyways, since you’ve met Scott, you should meet Derek.” You’re a little confused as to why Stiles stopped talking about Lydia but you can see both Scott and Allison glaring and whispering to him. You’re sure he knows about the crush you have on him.

Stiles is outside your house and your mother seems to be happy to re-meet him before inviting him in. He asks to take you out to lunch and as you’re both sitting in his car at a red light, he pulls off of the actual road to the forest.

“Why are we here.”

“I know that you know I know about your crush on me.”

“What?” You try to play dumb and he sighs.

“You have a crush on me; I know. Scott told me; he thought it would help.”

“I- You like Lydia it doesn’t matter how I feel.”

“She won’t ever notice me, she’s with Jackson. I figured if I’m not going to get with her I want to be with you.”

“So I’m the second choice?” You growl a little and he swallows.

“No I just assumed since you moved out you weren’t coming back so I shifted my childhood crush off onto Lydia…”

“So you outgrew me?” He huffs parking the car in a space that looks out into the forest.

“I didn’t outgrow you; you left!”

“I didn’t have a choice in that! Why would I want to be your second choice!” You raise your voice to match his exasperation.

“Because the only people I seem to attract aren’t even people anymore! You’re a werewolf and Lydia’s a banshee; there’s no one that wants me that’s normal!” He laughs, it sounds bitter but his words ringing in your ears stay even after he steps out of the jeep to cool down; you know he regrets what he’s just said but you know you’ve regretted what you shouted after him.

“Can’t believe I’m second best to some girl who hears voices, I knew you were like your dad; but that’s overkill.”

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BH can't survive without competent protection (Derek/Scott isn't it). So, Stiles makes a deal with Peter: He'll make Peter an alpha in exchange for protection/turning for Stiles' dad, and Stiles stays with Peter as emissary/human packmate.

The difficult path.

It’s raining heavily and Stiles is soaked to the bone, his clothes sticking to his frame like a second skin by now. The wind is so cold that it feels as if it’s cutting into his skin and it doesn’t look like it’s going to ease up any time soon. He wants to leave, he wants to go home and hide under the covers… he wants to go back in time and be blissfully ignorant again.

As always, he can’t have what he wants and has to settle for what he needs.

(And hope he gets at least that.)

Stiles, as a whole, is trembling. His body, his breath, his mind, his soul, everything is shaking violently and he can’t make it stop. Even his resolve is faltering and he can’t afford that, because he has weighed the odds and they aren’t good. Because he may want the complete opposite to what he’s about to do, but he needs this. Because the stakes are too high and he can’t afford to fail.

(Because having his dad hate him is better than having him six feet under and unable to feel anything at all.)

He grunts as he drags him across the parking lot. Stiles hasn’t cried ever since his mother stopped being his mom and became a stranger in her own home. He thinks he should want to cry today but he doesn’t. His dad is in the hospital, any goodwill that was left in Stiles after all the shit that has been happening since the supernatural became public knowledge four months ago, died a swift death when he received the call from the deputies.

He hoists him into the jeep and closes the door. He rests his face against the cold metal and tries to make everything stop shaking once again. He fails but that’s not a surprise.

He hasn’t been able to calm down ever since the supernatural world, tired of the oppression, exploded outwards and took control of everything. (Hell, who is he trying to trick? What a joke. Stiles wasn’t calm even in the womb, but certainly things were easier before creatures that could kill him with their pinkies alone entered the picture.) And that with an ease that should be insulting but wasn’t even surprising at all.

Stiles suspected they had been planning it for a very long time. They had people in very high places and the transition was way too fast for the circumstances at hand. In little over two months, the world changed irrevocably. Hunter families fell, rules were enforced and territories were defined with alphas to rule over them. Effectively, a new world order was established in fifty-six days.

As far as world orders go, the new one wasn’t a bad one, even if humans had been knocked off first place on the podium. Life should have gone on relatively normally after that, except it’s Beacon Hills, so of course it didn’t.

Beacon County had been Hale territory for centuries before it ended up in the hands of the one true alpha, Scott McCall.

Scott, as the alpha of a mismatched pack of mostly teenagers, was an average alpha. Not too good, and not too bad, with enough good luck and support to get by. As the alpha of Beacon County? It was a disaster and he was in way over his head. In the space of a few hours, he essentially became the king and ruler of around 300.000 people, both supernatural and human, and he was hopelessly lost. Which, sure, it was understandable. Scott had no training whatsoever and suddenly Beacon County (which was for all intents and purposes like a small country) and a whole load of expectations were dumped into his lap. Who wouldn’t be lost?

But what were also dumped in his lap were advisors of the supernatural tribes from all around the county and human leaders. All of whom wanted the best… for their people. One thing led to another, and after a while Scott stopped listening to them because “they were only looking for the good of their own tribes”. When the pack tried to convince him to at least listen, to take the good from their advice and ignore the bad, he started avoiding them too.

Things deteriorated quickly. Without the proper training, knowledge or support system (though not for the lack of trying on that count), Scott made many mistakes. He looked at the small picture too much and left really important issues unattended. It was like a domino effect. In the end, the economy fell and no other territories wanted a trade treaty with them. The crisis worsened when people started committing crimes to survive. Scott stepped in but the ones that didn’t follow the law only got a slap on the wrist and were let go. In less than two months, Beacon County was like the wild wild west and the police was stretched thin, trying to do its best and being scorned and hated for it.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, alphas that wanted their own territory to rule started trickling in not long after that, bringing a new set of problems. And then, the outside territories began making noise about intervening to control the situation. If they actually followed through that plan, Beacon County would be divided and absorbed into their adjacent territories after who knows how many casualties.

No, Stiles hasn’t been able to calm down to his normal levels for a while.

He gets inside the jeep and lets his head rest against the wheel. His hands clench around it for a moment before he forces himself to let go. He notices detachedly that he’s dripping blood everywhere. There are gashes in his arms and chest that are bleeding sluggishly but he can barely feel the pain. He suspects that will change once the adrenaline has run its course but he doesn’t really care. He supposes that the pain and the scars will be his penance for what he’s about to do, no matter how justified it is.

He drives in silence for a while.

When he’s almost at his destination, he gets stopped. Not many people dare to drive at night these days. The deputy asks about his dad before she notices the tied man at the back. Her hand flies to her service weapon as her flashlight zeroes in on Stiles, but he doesn’t react. Then she spots the red eyes and she stills for a long minute. After a deep breath and a compulsive swallow, she motions to her partner to get back inside the car, transmits her well wishes for his dad and let’s him go with a nod.

Stiles pulls back onto the road and they follow behind at a respectable distance. When they cross another patrol car much later, they flash their lights briefly and Stiles doesn’t get stopped again. Before long, he reaches Peter’s apartment complex. The patrol car parks just outside and makes no move to follow Stiles inside to the parking lot.

Stiles remains inside the jeep for a while, his stomach in knots. Is this the right choice? Was there any other way he’s overlooked? Should he do nothing and let Beacon County be absorbed into other territories?

He takes a deep breath and rubs his face tiredly. He wonders if this is what Peter planned when he followed Stiles to act as the enforcers Scott needed but refused to have. (He has so much blood on his hands that he’ll never be able to wash off. Sometimes that’s all he sees.) Not even once did he try to take the alpha spark when their opponent happened to be one. He’d step back and let Stiles take the killing shot. Did he expect this to happen? Did he do all he did to prove how he could be the better alpha so that Stiles would come to him when the time came? So Stiles would choose to bring him an alpha tied with a bow to his doorstep? So Stiles would choose him above others?

He takes a deep breath once again. His hands keep shaking and he wishes he could hear his dad’s voice right now, before everything changes. (Before his dad learns what he’s done and refuses to talk to him ever again.) But that’s impossible because his dad hasn’t woken up yet, because he’s still under the effects of the anaesthesia after the major surgery he had to go through.

Stiles trembles. He closes his eyes tightly and just breathes for a bit. Then he forces himself to get out of the car and put one foot after the other until he’s at the door to Peter’s apartment.

Peter opens it, polished as ever even though it’s only about one hour before dawn. He leans against the door frame and takes in Stiles’ appearance, unperturbed. Stiles shakes even more violently. Not because he’s afraid of Peter, but because of the magnitude of what he’s about to do.

Peter’s hand lifts slowly, his eyes never leaving Stiles’ face. Stiles follows its path until it disappears under his own jaw. He then looks Peter in the eye and waits. The hand closes around his neck loosely but firmly and Stiles swallows but makes no move to get it off him.

“So this is how far your loyalty goes,” he muses thoughtfully, his hand tightening minutely around his throat.

Stiles bristles immediately, his mouth opening to let out the most scathing retort he’s ever spat out in his life. Does he think Stiles would do this lightly, that he wouldn’t avoid it if he could? That he hasn’t tried to the very end? Doesn’t he notice that he nearly died tonight because of it? Peter’s pleased expression halts his tongue. Clearly, this is the reaction the man wanted to get, but why?

“Loyal to the end,” Peter murmurs, his eyes studying Stiles’ face intently.

“Yeah, sure,” Stiles scoffs, averting his eyes. “Because exe-”

“Don’t lie to yourself, sweetheart,” Peter cuts in firmly, tightening his hand once again. “It’s beneath you.”

Stiles swallows and closes his eyes tightly. Unbidden, a tear slides down his cheek slowly. The hand lets go of his throat and travels upwards to cup his jaw. Lips flutter down and gather the tear tenderly between them.

“Fuck you,” Stiles whispers brokenly, because tenderness isn’t something he can take right now. What he can take is pain, just like the searing one of his wounds. He’s stupidly grateful Peter isn’t taking it away. “Fuck you, Peter.”

—

“What are you doing here,” Isaac hisses, outraged. His hands are tightened into fists and his nails are cutting into the skin.

Stiles doesn’t answer, his eyes zeroed in on the coffin that’s about to be lowered into the ground. He isn’t surprised that there are few people here today. Only Scott’s former pack is mourning him because his own mother is in the grave right beside them.

He takes a step forward and Isaac growls threateningly. Again, Stiles pays him no mind as he reaches to place two identical Batman action figures on the coffin. Both birthday presents to each other from when they were kids. The very first present they gave each other, in fact.

Because Stiles isn’t here for alpha McCall’s funeral. Alpha McCall, the omega alpha that refused to step down and was driving them all to their deaths, Stiles overthrew. He’s here for that little boy that played with Stiles in the sandbox when no one else would. He’s here for the asthmatic boy that once threw Jackson into the swimming pool for being a douche about Stiles’ mom and then ran with him to hide. He’s here for the sweet kid that stood there, silently, when Stiles refused to talk for weeks after his mom’s death. He’s there for the boy that followed him into the woods that night.

(He realized some time ago that his friend never really came back.)

“Peter, Stiles?” Lydia snaps. “What were you thinking? Don’t think we’ll let this go. If he steps out of line-”

“What, you’ll do nothing?” Stiles snaps back viciously and she takes a step back, startled. “That’s no surprise. Don’t worry, if he steps out of line, I’ll be the one to take care of it. We’ve already established that I’m capable of it and you’re not.”

Her mouth snaps shut and suddenly no one can look at Stiles in the eye. Because it’s Stiles who has the scars to prove that he stubbornly kept going back to Scott again and again, not them. They are here today, but for a long time they weren’t. Stiles can’t get the smell of blood out of his nose because of what he did for Scott in the shadows, not them. It’s Stiles who had to…

Because Stiles tried, he really did. Right until the end, he tried to talk him into stepping down and he nearly got killed for it. Scott was going to be killed one way or another. Be it by the adjacent territories’ alphas or by the rebelling tribes, it was going to happen. Stiles just took it in his hands and made it as painless as possible. He’ll carry the weight of his decision forever, but he doesn’t regret what he did.

In short, these people have no right to throw anything in his face.

He turns back to stare fixedly as they slowly lower the coffin. He stays until the last shovel of dirt has been thrown over it. Then he leaves and doesn’t look back.

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My world comes alive with you | Thiam Week Day 5

Soulmate AU

Nobody said you need to fall in love with your soulmate. 

Soulmates were a thing nobody could fully explain or understand. Science was working to figure out why your world was all black and white until you met that one person to bring color in your life. Others tried to find out what exactly was defining soulmates. Most soulmates were romantically involved but here and there were stories about people just being friends with their soulmate and in relationships with other people.

No matter what, finding your soulmate was an exciting journey and once you found them society paid their tribute. Liam couldn’t count the times he had seen people suddenly rejoicing, hugging each other (sometimes crying) and other’s applauding them, congratulating the newly bonded soulmates.

Liam himself was thrilled about meeting his soulmate one day. He had hoped at some point it would be Hayden, first love and all, but no matter how long they had been together, the world stayed gray. Then Hayden moved away and Brett had come into Liam’s life again, only to find his soulmate later on and Liam staying behind once more. It was okay for him, Brett and he were great friends now, and Liam knew the chances of meeting your soulmate in high school were quite small but one could dream, right? Especially when you had a best friend who had found his soulmate in Corey and was teasing Liam about his color choices all the time since then. He loved Mason but one more comment about how the color of his jacket and shirt didn’t match and he would throw a fit.

A chill breeze made Liam shiver and he pulled his jacket higher, trying to hide in it. His dad had texted him to let him know he was running late at the hospital and it would take a bit more time for him to come and pick Liam up, so Liam was left to wait for the car to finally arrive. He stood in front of the school, after lacrosse practice, bag hanging over one shoulder and watched the other team members filter out of the parking lot one by one.

Rolling his shoulders Liam fought the slight strain in his muscles from training. Coach had been merciless today, making them do the exercises over and over again and no matter how much Liam usually loved lacrosse, he was dead tired right now.

The sound of skateboard wheels on concrete made him look up and he saw a figure skating over the parking lot. Liam didn’t need to see his face to know who it was: Theo Raeken. Liam had seen him often after practice when he used the school ground to practice his skateboard stunts.   He and Liam had never spoken a word to each other as far as Liam was concerned and he had no intention to change that. He knew Theo was in the same grade as Scott, Stiles, Malia, and Lydia so he was almost two years older than Liam and also a senior but that about was it. He had his group of friends, Theo had his own and despite Corey once being part of Theo’s group, he now had integrated himself into Liam’s group of friends.

Liam looked down at his phone again and just started a game when he heard the clatter of a skateboard hitting the ground and a pained groan. Turning his head and looking up, Liam saw Theo on the ground and his skateboard a bit further away. The older clutched his left arm and glared at his board. Liam just to walk over and check if he had broken anything. Doctor’s son and such, you know?

“You okay?” He asked when approaching and Theo looked up, a look of surprise passing over his face. Then he nodded.  “Just fell, nothing major. Will be healed in a few days, it’s just a scrape.” He was still rubbing his arm and Liam held out his hand to help him to his feet which Theo gladly took.  “Thanks.” He said with a small smile and Liam returned it softly.

“You’re Liam Dunbar, right? You’re on the lacrosse team with Scott and Stiles.” Surprised the other noticed him, Liam nodded. “That’s me. And you’re Theo, you skate here often, right?” “Yeah, it’s nice when nobody is here and all those stairs and banisters are good for trying some tricks.” “Like falling off your board and breaking your arm?” Liam asked and Theo scoffed before picking up his skateboard.  “Sassy, I thought you were the shy one.” “Me? Shy?” Liam asked incredulously and laughed. “Never!”

A car honked behind him and when Liam turned around he saw his dad waving. “That’s my ride, gotta go. See you.” Theo waved goodbye and then got on his board again to skate off in the opposite direction while Liam got into his dad’s car. “Sorry for being so late.” Dr. Geyer apologized but Liam waved it off. “Don’t worry, it’s fine.” Liam sighed and leaned against the window, enjoying the warmth of the car. “Tired?” His dad asked and Liam nodded. Dr. Geyer laughed.  “I remember my lacrosse days. I had days where I could have fallen asleep standing in a corner.” Liam smiled sleepily and tried to stay awake until they were at home. There he just ate something and then changed into PJs before crawling into bed. Falling asleep was easy and he was out light a light shortly after his head hit the pillow.

It wasn’t until the next morning he noticed something was different. He had gotten out of bed after his alarm clock rang, had shuffled into the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready and only when he walked back into his room to get dressed and reached for his shirt, he stopped dead in his tracks. Because his shirt had a deep rich color Liam couldn’t quite place it but it didn’t fit with the color of his desk chair at all. Yellow, his mother had once told him his desk chair was yellow and so yellow clashed with whatever color his shirt was.

Colors. Liam could see colors.

He blinked and looked around the room, realizing everything seemed to have turned from grey to colorful. It was overwhelming, to say the least, and his jaw dropped. How on earth did this happen? When did this happen? Why did this happen? Seeing colors meant he had met his soulmate for the first time but he couldn’t remember...

The realization hit Liam harder than expected and he gulped. There had only been one person yesterday he had the first interaction ever with. And that person had been Theo Raeken.  Liam sunk down on his bed, trying to grasp all this. He must have sat there for a while because suddenly his mother barged in. “Liam, honey, are you alright?” Liam swallowed dryly and looked at her. “I can see colors, mom.” He announced. 

His parents had been enthusiastic and so proud of him, though Liam had no idea why. He did nothing except talking to somebody he always saw around school but never had a conversation with before. Still, his parents were happy and it didn’t even matter when Liam told them his soulmate obviously was a boy. They were that open-minded.

Now Liam was in school, just had gotten out of his mother’s car, and looked around, took in his fellow student’s outfits and suddenly he understood why Mason had teased him about colors. Some really clashed and Liam chuckled softly before looking down at himself. His outfit was okay, even though he was still trying to figure every color out. When you saw in black and white all your life, it was hard to recognize everything at first sight.

Walking to his locker, he took his time with looking around and enjoying the school colors. He liked the colors the lacrosse jerseys were in, he realized. Maybe that was his favorite color for now, he had not figured that out yet. Taking books out of his locker, he even studied the covers and decided he didn’t like the blue of his Biology book. Suddenly Mason and Corey appeared next to him and Liam took in his friend’s appearance. 

“What’s up?” He greeted while slamming his locker shut. They started walking towards their first class and fell in an easy conversation until Liam could not hold back himself any longer. “I can see colors.” he admitted, making Mason blink at him and Corey raising an eyebrow before getting a look of utter joy on his face. “Oh my god, you met your soulmate? Congratulations! Who is it? Why are you not together now? How did you find you meet? What did you say? That did they say?” An excited Corey was worse than Mason who now looked as happy as his boyfriend. Liam stopped walking and sighed. 

“Okay, I think I met him. I mean, obviously, I did, but it wasn’t like in the movies when you meet them and colors explode around you. Maybe because it was already too dark outside. Who? Well, I think it’s Theo Raeken. He’s the only one I had the first encounter with yesterday and suddenly boom colors.” “Theo Raeken? As in the one who sits behind Scott in biology? The one who skates around the school on a daily basis? The one who basically landed the jackpot in puberty and is one of the hottest guys around?” Mason asked fascinated and Corey cleared his throat.  “Boyfriend. Right next to you. You may be right but still though. Don’t crush on Liam’s soulmate.”

Liam blushed at this. It sounded strange, his soulmate. Had he really found them? This was all so sudden and overwhelming. Was he supposed to love Theo? Were they supposed to be together? What exactly was the etiquette for this?

“I need to talk to him.”

But talking to Theo was easier said than done and the whole Liam never got a glimpse of the older boy. It made him anxious, not being able to see where Theo stood on this. Maybe he should visit him after school at his home? But he had no idea where the other lived.

In the end, it was Theo who found Liam or rather waited outside for him when Liam exited his last period for the day. Casually leaning against the wall he smiled at Liam and Liam quietly agreed with Mason, Theo was good looking. Liam smiled back softly and Mason gave his arm a supportive squeeze before walking away with Corey. Liam stepped closer and then found he had no idea what to say. Luckily Theo seemed to have this covered. “Can I invite you to a coffee?” He asked and Liam nodded.

That’s how they found themselves at a small table in a coffee shop not far from the school. Liam usually didn’t drink coffee but for now, it would do and Theo confessed to being a coffee addict. Liam chuckled at this and when they got their orders they sat down and Liam shrugged.

“So, colors.” He said lamely. Theo nodded slowly and sipped his coffee. “Colors.” He agreed after he had swallowed. “This morning I realized my sheets were bluish green all of sudden and I more confused than ever.” He looked down at his coffee. “Are you okay with this?” He then asked and looked at Liam again. “I don’t know?” Liam said a tad helplessly. “I mean, I’m excited I found you but...I thought when you meet your soulmate...” “You would love them?” Theo finished the sentence and Liam had to agree with that. That was what he had wanted to say, so he nodded. “Do you love me?” He then asked and when Theo shook his head, he actually let out a relieved sigh. “Thank god, I was so anxious about disappointing you!” “Disappointing me? Why?” Theo asked stunned before he sipped on his coffee. “Because I maybe not return your feelings.” Liam explained and Theo shrugged. “Not all soulmates love each other that way. Some are just good friends. That’s okay. You seem like a great guy and I’d like to get to know you better.” He said nonchalantly and Liam felt himself smile.  “So, just friends?” “Just friends.” The confirmed and smirked.

****** Just friend proved to be the best decision because being friends with Theo was awesome. If you got to know him better, you realized that while he was sarcastic and secretively, he was also a great dork who liked video games just as much as Liam and they shared the same taste in movies. His other friends were stunned by their decision to just be friends, but they accepted it and Liam was happy to see Mason and Corey getting along with Theo so greatly. Scott and the others already knew him thanks to being at the same grade, that wasn’t much of a problem. But Theo’s biggest fans by far were Liam’s parents.

They had insisted on getting to know their son’s soulmate, friendship or not, and so Liam invited Theo for dinner on a Friday night. Theo had accepted with a smile and Liam had been happy yet when Friday came around he was a nervous wreck. But when Theo finally knocked at the door and hugged Liam in greeting, it disappeared. He felt calmer around Theo, had noticed this weeks ago. His IED was calmed too and so this was still something he needed to tell Theo about but that had time. Theo had smiled at him, rubbing Liam’s arm as if he knew what his soulmate was thinking. Maybe he did or he was just good at reading Liam. 

When Theo greeted his parents, Liam could basically see his mother swooning about this charming young man. His step-dad had been a bit more distant at first but that quickly went out the window when Theo started asking questions about his work at the hospital, proving he knew a thing or two about said the field of work. Dr. Geyer was delighted to have somebody interested what he had to say and ask smart questions, so he was sold too. And Liam could not help but feel proud at this parents liking his soulmate so much. Something inside him felt whole at this and when he talked to Mason about it, Mason confirmed it. He had the same way when Corey had been accepted into his family. “It means your other half is where it needs to be. With you and your family, and I think that’s amazing, Liam.”  Liam had to agree.

He just wished Theo could feel the same when it came to his own family but that meeting had been a disaster. Liam learned that Theo’s parents were two workaholics, too busy to really focus on their son or anything else than their work. They had sat at the table and the way they handled the dinner made Liam feel like it was just another business meeting. And Theo’s older sister Tara, well, the siblings didn’t get along. She was at college but had been there for the dinner and the two siblings fought the whole time. She called Theo “brat”, he called her “bimbo”, face hardened and eyes dark with anger. His face only softened when Liam put a hand on his leg and gave it a soft squeeze. Theo had turned to him and smiled weakly. So yes, the Raekens weren’t as welcome as his own family but they were part of Theo so Liam accepted them.

Theo himself seemed happy about having found Liam and the colors in his life. Corey and Mason had told Liam Theo’s style had improved since they had become soulmates, now that he could see colors, and according to them he looked even better now than before. Liam had not fully understood what that was supposed to mean but he had nodded along with it, all the while questioning the little twitch he felt in his chest when they mentioned how good looking Theo was. It confused him for a while but then other things came to his mind and he forgot about it.

And the Beacon Hills had a lacrosse game against Devenford Prep. The game itself was fairly unspectacular, it had been just a friendly game, nothing too serious, and afterward, there was a bonfire. Liam and his friends were gathered near the fire, drinking and chatting, having a good time when Liam suddenly felt himself getting pulled back and somebody kissed his cheek. 

“Good game tonight, Dunbar.” Brett called out and Liam beamed at his ex-boyfriend-now turned friend. Elias, Brett’s soulmate and boyfriend, offered Liam an honest smile and Liam returned it warmly. They both knew no matter how affectionate Brett still was with Liam, Liam was no danger to what Brett and Elias had. And, Liam had said it from the start, they were a great couple. So Elias was okay with the hugs, lose headlocks and sometimes cheek kisses the ex-couple shared. 

Brett now greeted the rest of the group until his eyes fell on Theo. He grinned. “And who are you?” He inquired, casually grabbing Liam’s shoulder to teasingly squeeze it, something he always had done. He liked to touch Liam and Liam didn’t mind. But he could have sworn he saw Theo’s eyes narrowing at the contact before he stepped closer to Liam. “I’m Theo, Liam’s soulmate.” He introduced himself and Brett laughed. “What? Congratulations, Li, that’s awesome!”

But Liam was more focused on Theo’s reaction than on Brett’s words. Theo’s eyes had narrowed once more at the nickname and his whole posture was stiff, jaw clenched. He had been carefree before but then Brett and Elias showed up and that’s when his behavior had started to change. Oh shit! Now that he thought about it, it made sense. Elias knew Liam and Brett were like this around each other but Theo didn’t. Holy shit, his soulmate was jealous which was deeply confusing because they weren’t even dating. To test his theory, he turned to Brett and smirked at him while putting one hand on the taller boy’s chest.  “Awesome, right? Who would have thought, huh?” Side-eying Theo Liam wasn’t disappointed, Theo’s jaw clenched even more at the touch and before he could lash out, Liam dropped his hand and took a step back from Brett.  His ex was still grinning from ear to ear. “I want the whole story.” He demanded but then somebody else called his and Elias’ name and he pointed at Liam. “Later on. Text me.” He called out and walked over to the other guy. Liam watched them walk away before he grabbed Theo’s hand.  “Can I talk to you for a second?”

Before Theo could even answer, Liam pulled him away from their group of friends and into a quieter corner.  “The hell was that?” He asked then, brows furrowing. “What was what?” Theo played it off and Liam’s frowned deepened.  “I saw the way you tensed and glared at Brett. Were you jealous? I mean, I know you were, but why?” It made something inside him flutter like his heart had gotten too much coffee or something. What was going on? Theo looked away from Liam, jaw working until he finally found the right answer. “Well, what’s between Brett and you?” He questioned and looked back at Liam. “We’re friends.” Theo gave him a look that spoke volumes and Liam sighed. “We have been dating before he found Elias, his soulmate.” “So he’s your ex.” Theo stated and Liam nodded with a shrug. “Yep.” He still didn’t get the big deal but it seemed like Theo wouldn’t fill him in on that either. He was about to ball his hands in fists thanks to his frustration when he noticed something. They were holding hands. 

The whole time, since Liam took Theo’s hand to pull him away, they had been holding hands and Theo had not tried to break it once. Liam stared at their hands and he swallowed. Theo seemed to notice something was going on because he frowned now. “You okay?” Liam tore his eyes away from their hands in order to look at his soulmate. “You...We are...” Taking a deep breath to focus on one thing, he tried again. “Why were you jealous? Bret and me, that’s history. He’s happy with Elias.” Theo shrugged and looked sheepishly at that, “Can’t a guy get jealous just because?” “No.” Liam said but no matter how much he wanted to find out what had gotten into Theo, he also didn’t want to start any drama either. For now, he would let it slide. “Doesn’t matter, let’s continue to enjoy the party, shall we?” Theo nodded, lips forming into a small smile which Liam returned.

He took a few steps forward to walk back to their group, pulling Theo along (they still were holding hands despite them both acknowledging it but it seemed like Liam’s brain didn’t want to give the command to let go just yet) when another person stepped in Liam’s path. The two of them collided and Liam felt ice cold beer splash over the front of his shirt. It came that suddenly, Liam let out a loud gasp and stumbled back.

“Shit, I’m sorry...Oh, it’s you!” Liam looked up from his ruined shirt and stared at the other person. Tobias, a former class member of Liam at Devenford Prep and one of the guys Liam mostly got in fights with, glared at Liam. He was taller than Liam but that had never stopped Liam. Both disliked each other quite fiercely and even now Liam felt tense.

“Tobias, what are you doing here? You’re not even on the lacrosse team.” Tobias glared harder. “So? I still can attend a game of my school right? You know what part I liked the most? When you were tackled to the ground.” He laughed mockingly and Liam growled.  “Listen, I don’t want any fight tonight. This is a party!” He gritted out. “Oh, Liam, did they teach you that in anger management? That’s cute, really.”  Liam growled again, letting go of Theo’s hand to ball his hands into fists this time. He tried to keep his condition in check but his anger was rising and Tobias knew that given how taunting his smile was. “What, Liam? Pulse’s rising? Are you getting angry? Want to break some more bones than you already have?”

“Asshole!” Liam spat and made a step forward. If Tobias wanted to fight, he would not back down. He gripped Tobias by the collar of his shirt and raised his fist, ready to punch, when a strong grip around his wrist made it impossible to move. He was yanked back and Theo stepped between them, facing Liam. He kept his grip on Liam’s wrist and used it to pull Liam close to himself.

“Let it go, he’s really not worth it.”He muttered so only Liam could hear it. Liam growled in return. “He deserves it!” He spat and Theo shook his head before taking control and dragging Liam away from Tobias, effectively stopping Liam from doing something he would regret later on. Doesn’t mean Liam was happy about it and struggled against the grip. “Let go!” He demanded loudly and Theo only let him go when they were far away enough from the fire. “What’s up with you?” He asked, making Liam face him. Liam just huffed, too angry to actually voice his thoughts or explain himself. “He’s a freaking asshole!” He said instead, extending his arm to point towards the fire. Theo reached out and grabbed both of his wrists, softer this time, “Hey, Liam, look at me and take some deep breaths, okay? You’re completely riled up, you need to calm down.” He uttered slowly and despite Liam being angry he felt himself following Theo’s instructions. What was with Theo and his way to keep him calm?

But with calming down came also the realization of what happened and with that came the shame. Liam pulled away from Theo and hid his face in his hands. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.” “About what?” Theo asked him, voice still soft and so caring. Something Liam didn't really deserved. “I snapped. This is not how I wanted you to see me. Like ever.” He tried to find the right words and failed in the end. “I never wanted you to see me when my condition breaks through.” Theo frowned. “Your condition?” “I suffer from IED.” Liam admitted, still so ashamed he couldn’t look into Theo’s eyes. “And I’m sorry.” He muttered.  “What are you sorry about?”  “That you have a soulmate who is obviously broken. You deserve someone who doesn’t lose his cool at any given moment.”

Theo was silent for a moment then he put his fingers under Liam’s chin and made him look up. “Liam, listen to me. You are not broken and you don’t have to be ashamed. It’s okay. You’re obviously working on it.” He tried a supportive smile. “And I would like to help you with it. You are my soulmate, we’re in this together, okay? Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, would change how I think about you, okay?” Liam listened to what Theo said and the swallowed around the lump in his throat. He had the perfect soulmate, someone who truly got him. He hesitantly smiled back, prompting Theo to stroke over his cheek softly. “Thanks for keeping me from punching Tobias.” Theo chuckled. “That’s my job. Though I have a feeling he would have deserved it.” Liam snorted. “He would have but still, thanks for stopping me. You’re good at that, you know? Keeping me calm. Like you were born for this job.” “Maybe I was. I am your soulmate after all. And, Liam, you are so perfect, you deserve someone to take care of you.”

The looked at each other for a few moments and Liam finally cleared his throat. “Theo?” “Hm?”  “When did we move so close together?”

It was true, they were chest to chest and their faces only inches apart and they had not even noticed it until now. And now that they did, it was hard to ignore how close they were pressed together. Theo’s eyes fell on Liam’s lips and Liam unconsciously licked them. 

“Well....” The older started but was cut off when Liam leaned in and kissed him. It made Theo sigh into the kiss and then his hand was on Liam’s face, fingers caressing his cheek, and Liam shuddered softly. This felt good, right even, and he wondered why he never had thought about doing this sooner. He had been so focused on making their friendship worked that he had ignored how strong his feelings had gotten over time. And now here they were, kissing in the parking lot, slow and soft, and Liam tentatively wrapped his arms around Theo’s neck while the other put his hands on Liam’s waist and pulled him closer. Their kiss slowly got deeper, more sensual and now it was Liam who sighed. 

When they pulled away from the kiss to catch their breath, Theo hummed. “I’d like to do this more often.” He confessed and Liam smiled, softly tugging at Theo’s hair. “Me too.” He admitted. “So, want to go back to the party or leave? My parents are out of town.” Theo invited him and Liam gave him a quick kiss. “Sounds promising. Let’s leave.”

He would send Mason a text and let him know he was with Theo. And then he probably would send a second text telling his best friend that his plan of keeping a friendship with his soulmate had not worked out. But that was okay because he now had a great boyfriend by his side. In the end, they would work everything out if they just listened to their hearts. Fate had bound them together for a reason after all. 

I dig Thiam and being jealous, sue me. So I had to write this little scene in this story.  Hope you liked all of it.

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You said you love kidfics and I was like hell-yeah I can do a kidfic and then I wrote this most angsty not-kid-fic. So ummm, yeah. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

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*****

Putting it on the table

It’s not something Stiles thinks about – until he does of course – and then it’s all he can think about.

Parrish and Helena have a daughter, a beautiful little girl they call Grace – Gracie.

Parrish is older than most of the pack, so it makes sense that he’s getting married while the rest of them are still in college, still spreading their wings (figuratively) and finding their way. Stiles and Derek might have lucked their way into a relationship – something he really hopes will last – but he’s under no illusion that he’s anywhere close to having his life together. He’s certainly not thinking about starting a family.

Grace Parrish is born on Sunday night at 11:03 PM. Two days later the pack gather to welcome another member to their family, an addition to their mismatched pack.

There’s even a chance she could be a werewolf herself what with Helena being one – although Derek says they won’t know until later. They usually start showing signs about two years of age.

Helena had a home birth – werewolves don’t go well in hospitals for the most part – and it was an uncomplicated birth thankfully. When the pack comes round to visit Helena and meet Gracie, Helena’s lying on her bed. Parrish is on her left, sitting on the bed with an arm wrapped around her, and Derek takes the chair next to the bed on the other side. As soon as he sits down he reaches out a hand to rest on her arm. Stiles can see the black leaching up his arm which means he’s taking some of her pain. Just one of the perks of being a werewolf – or of having a nice alpha.

When Gracie wakes Parrish picks her up from the bassinet, before passing her over to Helena. The pack continue to chat as she feeds her, before Parrish – and maybe they should actually call him Jordan now that there’s three of them – takes Gracie to burp and change. When Parrish returns he passes smaller, cuter Parrish to Derek.

Sitting next to Derek, Stiles peers over Derek’s shoulder to take a look at Gracie. He’s more than a little worried about holding her. If they pass her round clockwise Stiles is next in line for Gracie and he is not sure that anyone should trust him with something as fragile as a baby that’s only just a couple of days old.

Whereas Derek holds her with a comfort that can’t be faked. It’s something he’s seen before – when he and Scott used to hang around the hospital during summer they’d run into new mothers and family in the garden all the time. You could always tell the seasoned mothers – they held their babies with a practised ease.

Derek holds Gracie with that ease.

When he drags his attention from Gracie to look at Derek it takes his breath away.

Derek is looking down at Gracie with such affection – and he has a small smile in his face. When Gracie looks up at him he pulls a face at her. Her little hands and legs kick out, and Derek takes his hand not supporting Gracie and catches her little fist with his finger, her tiny little fingers wrapping around Derek’s index finger and Stiles almost chokes out a sob at the sight of that.

It’s easily one of the cutest things he’s ever seen. He feels an honest to god pang in his chest – a physical pain which he didn’t think was possible.

The line from The Grinch pops into his head – his small heart grew three sizes that day .

When Gracie is passed to Stiles she hangs onto Derek’s finger like it’s a lifeline, and Derek has to gently unwrap her tiny blotchy fingers – complete with tiny little fingernails – from his finger, and even then she immediately tries to close her fingers back around the now absent space, but fingers instead closing into a fist when there’s only air.

It’s less than half a minute before Gracie scrunches her face up, taking a deep breath and demonstrating her masterful use of her new lungs to the room.

When Stiles was 10, his mom passed away.

As a kid, it had been a pretty defining moment. He sorts his childhood into pre-mom and post-mom. And he and his dad did their best – he never doubted how much his dad loved him and did everything he could for Stiles. But he also knew how much his dad had been lost after mom’s death.

He knew how lost he’d been as a kid after mom’s death.

While he might not have really understood it all, 10 year old Stiles had made a promise then that he’d never leave his own kid behind like he had been.

“I’m never going to have kids.” He’d informed Scott solemnly.

“Uh okay,” Scott had said, turning to look at Stiles, “I want to have, like, five.”

“Okay,” Stiles agreed, “I’ll be the best uncle to them ever.”

And that had been that. Later Stiles had found out that what his mom had was genetic, and it only solidified his decision to stay kidless.

He’d never really considered re-thinking that.

Until now.

The thing is, once he sees it, it’s impossible to unsee. He sees it everywhere.

He sees Derek goofing around with the kids at Beacon Hills fair. He sees Derek pick up the four year old daughter of one of his coworkers – swinging her up onto his shoulders and running along to make her laugh. He sees Derek take Gracie so that Helena and Jordan can finish their meals in peace for once.

He’s not stupid – he knows that being good with kids doesn’t mean you necessarily want kids. But there’s something about the way Derek holds Gracie, smiles at the kids, and has honest to god patience with them that leaves Stiles reeling.

He’s also not entirely comfortable with the way it tugs in his chest every time he sees Derek interacting with kids.

He thinks if they were any other couple this would be when they bring it up. But Derek is as discussion adverse and emotionally constipated as they come and Stiles doesn’t feel like he’s much better. So he does the more reasonable thing – he researches.

For the most part, he strikes out. Parrish agrees with him that Derek is good with Gracie – and in that exhausted tone that he constantly has now, but he also sounds appreciative. Lydia says ‘that man had a God-given duty to reproduce’. Isaac scrunches up his nose at the question and Stiles assumes that because children are just too dirty and grabby for Isaac – wouldn’t want to dirty those designer scarves he loves.

It’s Cora who provides him with the most important information.

“Oh yeah,” she says when asked if Derek would be a good parent, “Derek always wanted kids. And he used to look after all the kids in our pack when we were together. They loved him.” She scrunches up her face before adding, “It was so annoying.”

It shouldn’t surprise him – especially considering the fact that he’s asking this question in the first place – but it does. His brain struggles to catch up to that, trying to imagine teenage Derek – that Derek he’d met once who had been so angry and hurt – looking after kids. Playing with them and probably doing all the other things for them like feeding and fixing their scrapes and Stiles just can’t catch up to that.

His face must be displaying his confusion because Cora gives him a strange look.

“Really?” He asks, and when Cora just raises an eyebrow at him, he continues, “I just – I wouldn’t have expected that.”

Cora’s face softens at the words.

“Yeah,” she agrees softly, “I can understand why.”

His chest feels like it’s being squeezed, and he can feel the tears pricking at his eyes. The last thing he wants to do is cry, especially not in front of Cora. He makes an excuse about needing to get another drink, standing up to go back inside and leave Cora outside on her own.

“Stiles,” she calls softly when he’s already standing and taken a few steps toward safety. He steels himself for more and turns around to look at her, “I uh – I think that person is still in there. In Derek. He’s still that person, he just… buried it deep after the fire.” She shrugs her shoulders, her face as sad as Stiles has ever seen it before. “You know what he’s like.”

“Yeah, I do,” he agrees sadly, before making his escape.

He wants to bring it up with Derek – he does. But there’s a whole host of reasons why he doesn’t. They’ve been dating a couple of years – Stiles isn’t sure if they’re ready for that conversation yet. There’s his own uncertainty about where he stands on the issue.

And then there’s the multitude of issues which all fall under ‘Derek’s past’.

Stiles knows there’s a lot of pain locked behind the door which hides Derek’s past. The things he knows he’s either found out by snoopinginvestigating, chance, or by guessing.

He can count on one hand the things Derek has willingly disclosed to Stiles about his past – either pre or post fire. Confessions required to deal with life or death situations definitely do not count .

It’s something Stiles tries to respect. He’s not the most forthcoming himself at times so he’s not one to judge. Derek lets him deflect topics or questions with smart ass comments and sarcasm though and it’s the least he can do is allow Derek the same.

But he wants to bring it up. He just needs to tackle it sensitively. He can do that.

Stiles tries. He really does. He picks a day that he gets off early, he makes Derek his signature jalapeno mac n cheese which Derek loves . They eat dinner at the table like Derek loves to and when they sit on the couch and turn onto reruns of Supernatural Stiles slides down onto his knees, intent on blowing Derek before he tries to have the conversation.

He figures a bit of a post-orgasm high won’t hurt the conversation.

Derek blows it all to hell of course by grabbing his searching fingers pulling them up so that Stiles has to sit up taller on his knees and asking, “what do you want Stiles?”

“Can’t I just want to spoil my boyfriend?” He responds – which isn’t an answer, but it’s also not a lie. He’s been around werewolves enough to learn the art of the dodge.

Except Derek knows that move too, and he furrows his brow at Stiles and nope, nope that was not part of the plan – Derek was never meant to get grumpy.

Stiles jumps in before Derek can say anything about it.

“Okay, there’s something. Something I wanted to talk about and I want you to remember that I tried to make this conversation better by blowing you first and that was your decision.”

Stiles sighs, pulling his hands from Derek’s and standing up to move back to the couch beside Derek. He sits back into the corner, angling himself to be looking at Derek without having to turn his head to the side.

He’d planned this part out – has rehearsed this conversation in the shower every time he was in there for the last week. But now in the moment, he can’t think of the words to say.

Derek’s still looking at him, and his face is only growing more concerned – he can feel his heart beating a fast staccato in his chest and that would be broadcasting his rising anxiety at the thought of tackling this conversation.

He decides to just go for it. All in. Balls to the wall and all that.

“Do you want kids?”

Something flashes across Derek’s face – faster than Stiles can catch it and then it’s gone. Derek’s face morphs into his neutral face, the one he wears at pack meetings while he’s waiting people out or negotiations and if anything it’s even worse than his concerned face. This is the unknown.

He races to continue – hoping that his next words will give him a reaction – something.

“Because you’re really good with them. I’ve seen you with Gracie and with the kids in town. And I just... like… I wanted to ask.”

Derek doesn’t respond at first, but Stiles waits him out. Sometimes Derek just needs a moment and Stiles doesn’t want to pressure him. He just watches and waits – watching for a response – any response.

Which, when it does come isn’t the response Stiles is expecting or wanting.

“Do you want kids Stiles?” Derek asks, his face still unreadable.

Stiles wouldn’t lie even if he could get away with it.

“I don’t know,” Stiles admits, “I never really thought about it before. But I… ummm… I think I might. Or I could.” Stiles takes a deep breath, and asks again, “do you want kids Derek?”

Derek exhales heavily – closing his eyes and leaning back against the couch.

“I used to,” Derek says softly, “when I was younger. But I haven’t thought about it for a long time.”

“Why not?”

“My whole family is dead Stiles. For a long time, I thought I didn’t deserve another family.”

“Derek–” Stiles goes to object but Derek cuts him off.

“And, I don’t think I could deal with losing them again. If I lost my family again I–” Derek opens his eyes to look at Stiles, pinning him with his gaze, all the emotion which had been absent earlier now clear in his eyes. “I couldn’t do that again.”

Derek’s voice cracks on the words and Stiles feels like his heart cracks along with it. Stiles pushes forward throwing his arms around Derek’s shoulders and pulling Derek in as tight as he can. It’s only a moment before Derek returns the gesture, wrapping his arms around Stiles and coming to rest on his back.

“You know we’re your family, too, right?”

There’s no response for a moment until Stiles feels the movement at his shoulder, feels Derek’s nod as it ruffles his hair.

They both find it easier sometimes when they’re not looking at each other to say the things they need to say. Sometimes they go up into their bedroom and turn off the lights, just lie next to each other and have the hard conversations.

This isn’t exactly the same, but it still does the job.

“We’re your family and we’d do everything it takes to keep our family safe.”

Stiles rubs small circles into Derek’s shoulder.

“And if one day that family involves our children, then we’ll do our best to keep them safe too. You know that’s not – it doesn’t mean – we can’t protect them from everything.”

Stiles pulls away from Derek, pulling back to look into Derek’s eyes.

“But we’ll do our fucking best.” Stiles takes a deep breath, before continuing, “For what it’s worth, I think, one day, if you want it, you’d make an amazing parent Derek. Not now, like I am one hundred percent not ready for that now. But, you know, one day.”

Derek leans forward resting his head on Stiles’ shoulder.

“You don’t have to decide now, you don’t even have to say anything. We’ll table this now, but just, you know, if you ever do want to have that conversation. Just say the word.”

Derek nods his head against Stiles shoulder.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, breath warm against Stiles’ shoulder. “Thanks Stiles.”

[hazftcor]

Promise #2

Liam:

“Promise me you’ll always stay in control.” You said to your best friend who was also your crush. You were the second person to know he was bitten, after Stiles. Why wouldn’t you know? Scott was your older brother. He had anger issues and was struggling with control. You weren’t a supernatural of any kind, but almost all your friends were some type of supernatural so you got your experience from them. You met him at the boys first Lacrosse practice after Liam transferred. Liam was dominating Scott and Stiles. You laughed at the human-made failures made by them. By the end of the practice, you went up to him and thanked him for making a fool out your brother and his best friend. He introduces himself to you right before Scott and Stiles walk up to him suspiciously, questioning on his good abilities. You defended him which was a shock to your brother, and Liam gave you a hug for getting him away from those two ‘freaks’. That was how the two of you became best friends. 

“Y/n, no need to worry. I can control it over the supermoon.” He tells you before getting a text from his girlfriend Hayden. His smile became a frown. He waved at you sadly before leaving in a hurry. You didn’t really like Hayden, not only because she was dating your crush but that she’s clingy. Liam would always listen to her and ditch you for her. You were a little bit afraid that one day, Hayden’s going to tell Liam to stop being friends with me, and he’ll listen to her. But still, you hoped nothing bad is going to happen even though everything was falling down. You hoped everything would come out right. Man, were you wrong.

You knew your brother was at the library that night of the supermoon. Lydia texted him saying she to meet up at the library. He was a true alpha, he could defend himself. You weren’t worried. Until you got a call from your mom. You were at the store when you find out. You ran out of the store and got on your motorcycle, heading home. When you got there, you harshly open the door and enter Scott’s room.

“Scott Mccall! You better tell me who did this to you so I can beat their ass for hurting you.” Scott looks at your mom.

“Sorry, sweetie. I had to. She’s your sister.” Scott sighs heavily while Melissa gets up to leave the two of you.

“Are you okay, by the way?” You ask, changing your mood from angry to gentle. 

“I’m okay Y/N. The pack... they’re all gone. Liam tried to kill me. Theo almost killed me. I lost them, all of them.”

“Scott...” You sat down on the side of his bed and grabbed his hand. Then you realized what he just said.

“LIAM F*CKING DUNBAR DID THIS TO YOU? I don’t care who he is to me, I’m gonna beat his ass up for killing my brother for a girl. That son of a b*tch.” 

“LANGUAGE!” Your mom yells from downstairs. You angrily got up and headed for the exit.

“Y/n, it was Theo too. He manipulated Liam into killing me so Liam could get alpha status and then Theo would kill Liam so Theo can finally be an alpha. Liam didn’t kill me enough so Theo did the final touch.”

“F*ck that b*tch too. I’m pissed at my best friend. I’m going.” You said.

“Where are you going?”

“To f*ck up Liam Dunbar, and tell him that I hate him.” You told your brother. But you knew for a fact that you could never hate Liam, and so did your brother. Even though Scott called your name a couple of times, begging you to not go, you left anyway. You went straight to Liam’s house. His stepdad opened the door.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you’re here, Liam came home crying and he’s been in his room ever since.” He tells you. You gave him a fake smile before heading to Liam’s room. You knock on his door.

“Go away.” You can hear him say. Instead of following his orders, you barge in. His head snaps up.

“What the hell, Y/n?! I said go away.” He says, quickly wiping his tears away.

“Liam Dunbar, you son of b*tch. I can’t believe you would kill my brother for Hayden!”

“Y/n, i could explain! Hayden was dying! The doctors injected Mercury into her! The only way for her to survive is if Scott bit her!”

“So just because Scott declined your stupid ass request means that you could kill him??” 

“Wanting to save the person you love the most is not a stupid ass request! I was mad and it was the super moon! I didn’t want to lose Hayden! She is my first love! What would you do if the guy you liked was dying?”

“The guy I like doesn’t even like me back! Don’t change the subject Dunbar, you stupid little piece of shit, you broke your f*cking promise!”

“What promise?” You were done with him at that point.

“Do I even mean anything to you? I’m your so-called best friend and you basically forget everything I say to you because you’re so in love with Hayden. You ditch me for her all the time now. I swear that I’m nothing to you. What a great best friend you are!”

“Y/n, i didn’t-”

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I LIKE YOU SO MUCH. I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU, YET YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WILL KILL MY BROTHER BECAUSE OF HER. YOU’RE F*CKING MONSTER. F*CK YOU.” You started to cry.

“wait what?”

“Liam Dunbar. From this moment on, you are not my best friend anymore. I hate you, and I never want to see you again. Goodbye.” You ran out of the house, tears falling down your face. You headed home and slammed the door to your room. You cry onto your pillow. You hear a soft knock on the door. It opens to reveal Scott.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” You get up and wipe your tears away before shaking your head. He comes and hugs you.

“Shh, everything will be okay.” You cried in his arms until you fell asleep. Scott was curious on what had happened but didn’t ask you as he didn’t want to make you more sad than you already were.

You didn’t go to school for a few weeks. You didn’t want to see him, or anyone in fact. Scott kept you updated on what was happening outside. He told you Theo resurrected Hayden and 3 other chimeras, the day before you were about to go back to school. You kept a emotionless expression when you heard the news but inside you were dying. On your first day back to school, you ignored everyone and went to class. Liam tried to talk to you but when he walked towards you, you would walk the other way. 

That day, the pack was discussing how to figure out the beast’s identity using the charity lacrosse game. After they made their decision to cancel the game, you guys walk out of the library. Liam tries to talk to you, but Scott quickly interrupts him. 

On the night of the lacrosse game, the pack discuses their job. You were to keep everyone safe if the beast attacked. When you guys split up, Stiles secretly told you that Liam broke up with Hayden. You gave him a shrug before heading to the bleachers. 

You watch the boys terribly lose to Devenford Prep again. Kira wasn’t her usual self, and Malia hasn’t finished the wiring. Something was gonna happen, something bad. You felt weird just sitting at the bleachers, not only because you felt like you were useless to the pack but also because Liam kept staring at you whenever he got the chance. You awkwardly smile at him. Suddenly he starts to play hard and scores a few times, catching up to the opposite team. Leading into overtime because of a tie, a sudden squeal from the speakers enters everyone’s ears, which was eventually replaced by a growl. You watch as Liam, with glowing eyes walk towards the growl. You quickly run towards him, hoping you’ll be able to stop him, but it was too late. 

“Liam. Liam, wait!” Stiles yells 

“LIAM!!!!” You scream, as you watch the beast jumping over the bus and attacking Liam. Everyone else started to scream too. You yell for eveyone to get into the school and find a safe hiding place. You run up to Liam.

“Stiles! Help me! Bring him into the school.” The two of support Liam as you guys run into the school and into an empty classroom. The halls were filled with screams from fleeing people. 

“I swear to god, Stiles if you faint, I will kill you myself.” You said once the two of you put Liam on a table and saw the deep scratches.

“I’m okay, I’m fine.” Liam mumbles out.

“No you are not, Liam! You could’ve died out there! What were you thinking?”

“Is it bad?” Liam asks. You shake my head while Stiles nods.

“Stiles!” You glare at him.

“Whatever, How do we fix him?” Stiles asks. 

“Pain! Maybe we could trigger the pain since pain makes them human.”

“I mean he’s already in pain?” Liam groans in pain.

“Okay I don’t know! Why can’t you think of anything?”

“Because there is blood all over him, there’s screaming in the hallways and a bunch of people are probably dead by now.” 

(a/n: this took me forever to think of a solution to heal liam. It sucks though)

“ugh such a negative nancy. I think we should bring him to my mom or Deaton. If only one of us was a werewolf.” Stiles nods. You hear roaring outside and you decide to go out the window. It was a struggle to get Liam out and to the animal clinic.

“Deaton? Are you here? We have an injured Liam!” Deaton appears and quickly we put Liam onto the table. Deaton does a bunch of observing and asks Stiles some questions. Your phone vibrated. You checked it out. Malia texted you.

Mals: It’s chaos here, I called Braeden to help, you better be safe:)

You: yikes okay, I’m out safe, Liam got injured bcs he think hes so strong that he can hurt a beast lol

Mals: lmao good, if he gets better, come back.

You: gotcha :)

You look up from your phone. Deaton is looking for something. Deaton finds it and puts it in a needle, stabbing it into Liam. Liam shoots up from the table, transformed, and roars very loud. You run up to him, ignoring the ringing in your ears and grab his hand.

“Liam?” You say, but you get no answer. You start to repeatedly say his name. 

“Liam wake up! No don’t go, I miss you, and I need you. Please don’t go. Wake up! You promised me that we’ll go to London together someday! You can’t break promises! Liam, please wake up, I need you with me. What am I supposed to do without you? Liam... please... I’m sorry, I don’t hate you anymore. I just want you to wake up Liam Dunbar. Please wake up for me!” You hold his hand so tightly that your hands turn white. A tear slips down your face. 

“I get it! Are you just doing this so I can realize how hard it is to lose the one you love the most? Just get up and lemme say I’m sorry! Please Liam, just wake up. I love you.” More tears slip down your face. You feel Liam’s hand grip onto yours.

“I love you too... not as a friend.” He whispers. You carefully lift him up 

“Do you think you can walk?” Stiles asks. Liam gets up and takes a few steps forward. He nods. “Great now lets go help everyone else! I swear to god Liam if you get injured again, I’m not helping you.” You roll your eyes, You say goodbye to Deaton and the three of you head back to the school. By the time you guys get there, there is the sound of gunshots which meant that Braeden made it. You guys quicken your speed and head to the library. 

“You didn't seriously think you were gonna have a chance against that thing, did you?” Braeden was asking Scott when you got there. 

“No, but I got its scent.” He says, struggling to get up. You run up to him.

“Scotty, are you okay? And don’t worry, I’m okay.” He looks you in the eyes and nods. He gets up with the help of you. Then he heads out. You and Liam exchange glances before following him. The two of you follow Scott to the parking lot. Liam kept telling him to slow down. Somehow you weren’t as worried about him than Liam. Scott makes it to a car, Mason’s to be specific and opens the trunk. Inside reveled two shoes, and one of them was bloody. You gasp as Scott closes the trunk. Mason saw us.

“It’s you...” Scott says.

“What? Liam, What does he mean?” He backs up a bit and Corey suddenly appears, He takes Mason and they both turn invisible. Scott yelled out no but it was too late. They were gone.

“I think we should get a good night rest, Scott. You need to heal, Liam needs to heal. Let’s go home.” Scott sadly nodded and the three of you went back to school to meet up with the rest of the gang.

That night, the pack stayed over at your house. While Kira and Scott were in the bedroom doing who knows what, Stiles, Malia and Braeden were discussing about the desert wolf. During all of that, you and Liam sat in your bedroom in silence. Until Liam spoke up.

“Um well about what we said earlier...”

“What about it?” You ask.

“Did you really mean it?” You blush. 

“I mean, kinda? I don’t know.” Liam walks over to your position on the bed and kneels down so your eyes are at the same level.

“Because I meant it.” He stares deeply into your eyes. You avoid his eyes but his hands make it up to your face and he turns it so you are facing him again. 

“I love you Y/n, I didn’t know that until I lost you. You’re not just my best friend y/n, you’re the love of my life. And I was stupid to break your heart. At school, you ignoring me pains me, Because I can’t stand a day without talking to you. I love you Y/n, I love you so so much and I hope you still would take me back and love me again, but this time more than just friends.” 

“I can’t love you after what you’ve done to my family.” You said as confident as you could. He smirks

“You’re lying. Did you forget I can listen to your heartbeat?” You frown.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.” 

“Hate you”

“Love me” You shake you head.

“Only if you deserve it.”

“Did you see me risk my life out there?”

“I know! How could you do such thing? I was so worried about you!”

“Are you saying you love me?” You shake your head. Suddenly, warm lips comes into contact with yours. Consciously, you kiss back. When you let go, he smirks while you blush madly.

“How about now? Do you love me yet?” You smile widely.

“You’re so desperate, What a loser.” He laughs

“Well I can be your loser.” He says before you kiss him again. And some things lead to the next. That night, you lost your virginity to your best friend and first love, Liam Dunbar.

From then on, you and Liam were the power couple. That was all you wanted. To be with your best friend. You were safe, he was safe, everyone was safe. You were his anchor and he will always be yours. Liam Dunbar will always be the love of your life.

Theo:

“Promise me you’ll change for the better.” You said to your secret boyfriend, Theo Raeken. You weren’t suppose to even talk to each other because your best friends, Stiles and Scott didn’t allow it. Of course you didn’t listen. You fell in love with Theo and the two of you became close. That night Theo opened up to you about killing his sister and working for the dread doctors. You didn’t mind, but you didn’t want him to continue on with being evil. 

“I promise babe. I’ll be a better person for you.” He smiles and kisses your forehead. You cuddle with him on the bed, slowly falling asleep. Little did you know Theo still had some things he kept away from you, and little did he know that he was slowly falling in love with you.

That was the promise he made. But when you saw Theo’s claws in Scott’s body, your heart broke into pieces. 

“T-Theo?” You call out, tears threatened to fall down your face. You couldn’t believe what was happening. Theo looked at you with evil in his eyes, but when he saw your tears, his facial expression softened and he let go of Scott.

“Y/N. I could explain.” He takes a few steps towards you.

“What is there to explain? That you manipulated me? That you lied to me? That you broke your promise? You killed my best friend for power, because you’re so power-hungry. I get it, you were just using me to get to the pack. I was just being a stupid naive girl who was just so desperate for someone to love her.”

“Y/n, no, I’m sorry. Babe. I don’t want to lose you.”

“Well you already did. Theo, you’re a monster. I hate you.” Tears slip out of your eyes. Theo walks sadly past you. Melissa arrives and does CPR on Scott. Mason, the only other person there that witnessed that, came up to me. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He embraces you and you cry. Through your sobs, you hear Scott roar. He was alive, but you were broken.

After that, you saw a totally different Theo than the one you fell in love with with. You watched him form his own pack and kill half of them. You watched him attempt to save Lydia from the Eichen House. You watched him try to take the power of the beast, but miserably failed. The heartbreaking thing was whenever he saw you, he would pretend he didn’t know you and never loved you.  The worst part, was seeing him get dragged down to hell by his sister, and not being able to help. He kept calling your name, calling for you to help him, but Scott stopped you from doing so. It was a painful moment to watch.

Three months later, the pack was dealing with the wild hunt. They took Stiles already. Scott, Lydia, and Malia has gone to Canaan for clues on how to find Stiles. You didn’t want to go. You haven’t been active in the pack as much as you did before. Liam and his small pack always came over. Sometimes Brett would come with them too, even though Corey and Liam hated that. But ever since Stiles was gone, they were too busy to come over. Until that night, when Scott, Malia and Lydia came back from Canaan, Scott called you.

“Y/n? Oh hey y/n. I’m pretty sure what I’m doing isn’t a good idea but i need you to come to my place. There’s something here that you might want to see.” Scott states before hanging up. You sighed as you got dressed and headed to Scott’s.

You opened the door using the spare key someone gave you (a/n its stiles) But you couldn’t remember who. When you looked, Malia punching a familiar looking guy. You couldn’t make out who he was but when Malia was pulled away from him and he sat up, your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe it. It was him, the guy you fell in love with. He looked up at you.

“y/n?” he whispers. Scott takes a few steps toward you, but your head was spinning and you couldn’t hear or see clearly.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” A concerned Scott asks, holding onto you to keep you balanced. Once everything stops spinning, you look at Scott and blink a few times.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’m, I’m just gonna go.” You said, walking quickly out of the house. You knew Scott was following you. 

“Y/n? Listen, if you’re not okay, you can always tell me.”

“I’m sorry Scott. It’s just... everything happened so fast. One minute I love him and the next I hate him.” You sigh in defeat

“Y/n...”

“It’s like all those memories i tried to forget came rushing back. He killed you Scott. He tried to kill my best friend, the person who means the most to me. You’re aren’t just my best friend Scott, you’re my brother. I don’t remember much about Stiles, but I know you guys were like brothers too. Theo tried to take you away from us. You’re someone special in my life. Not only do you protect me, but you care for me and love me, way more than Theo ever did. But the funny thing is, after all that he has done, I still manage to love him.” A few tears slide down your face. Scott embraces you in a tight hug.

“It’s okay Y/n. I will always forgive you. Even if you choose to be with him, I’ll understand, because you’re like my sister, and I love you. Everything is gonna be alright. Everything will work out just right, just wait.” You manage to laugh. The two of you walk around the streets for a while.

“Who and why did they bring him back anyway?” You ask as Scott was walking you home.

“Liam did. With Kira’s sword. He thought Theo would still have his powers to help us capture a ghost rider, but turns out he doesn't have it anymore. I guess the only reason on why we’re keeping him right now is because he remembers Stiles.” You nod. You reach your place.

“Thanks Scott.” You said. He smiles and kisses you on the forehead before walking away. 

The ghost riders have taken almost everyone. Scott, Malia, and Lydia have gone to trigger memories of Stiles. You didn’t go with them as you weren’t really in the mood. You wanted to stay home all night but Liam told you it wasn’t safe and that you should come with him to distract the Ghost Riders. Reluctantly, you agreed. And now you are stuck in the hospital with Liam and Theo.

“I don’t even know why I agreed, Liam. I’m only human. I have no supernatural powers. I can die Liam. I don’t even know what I was thinking.” You complained while walking into the hospital with the two boys. Theo pauses for a bit, looking at the main hallway. 

“Theo?” You asked, concerned. He quickly snaps out of it.

“I’m fine. I just thought I was somewhere else for a second.” He told us before we started walking again. Liam suggested that you guys hide in the morgue, which was a ridiculously stupid idea. When you reached the morgue, Theo and Liam instantly started arguing.

“You should've left me in the holding cell.” Theo complained

“I should've left you in the ground.” Liam retaliated

“Oh, really?” 

“Yeah. Really.”

“What do you think I was doing down there? Just hanging out with my dead sister? Having a good time catching up on childhood memories?” Your eyes snap up at Theo, confused.

“I think you were rotting down there.”

“Liam finally gets one thing right.” Your heart broke when you heard him agree to Liam. You realized his sister was torturing him down there, getting revenge on him for taking her heart and killing her. 

“I also think whatever happened to you, you deserved it.” You had enough at that point.

“Liam! Shut up! You’re being rude!” You defended Theo and the two boys just looked at you in awe. You didn’t dare look into their eyes and instead you focused on the sound of the siren until it suddenly stopped. 

“Guys, They’re here.” You hear the sound of footsteps. 

“Y/N, stay here.” Liam and Theo bring out their claws before attacking the nearby ghost rider. From the window, you watched them fight. Once they finished fighting all the ghost riders nearby, they were about to fist bump when they looked down the hall at something. You took a peek and saw more ghost riders. Theo runs to the elevator and presses the button while Liam shows his fangs. When the elevator door opens, Theo pushes Liam into it.

“What are you doing?” You hear Liam ask. 

“Being the bait.” He smirks before the elevator door closes. You hear Liam yell out “No!”

You decided to stay in a corner of the morgue. While you hear Theo fighting, you think of how he’s risking his life for Liam instead of fleeing himself and leaving him for dead. There was a gunshot which startled you. You got up to check it out. When you entered the hallway, there was no one. 

“Theo?” The elevator door pushes open and reveals Liam. 

“Y/N! You’re okay!” He runs up to hug you. The two of you let go and head to the reception area, where Liam sees a train station departure board. The first city name flips for a bit until it lands on Beacon Hills. Tracks have appeared on the floor. “We have to tell Scott!” Liam looks at you.

“But what about Theo?” You ask. You were really worried about Theo

“Nobody cares about him, let’s just go. He’ll be fine.” Liam says pulling your arm to the exit.

“No! Liam, you know how much I love him. I need to find him, I need to see if he’s okay. Please Liam. Let me find him.” You tell him. He looks deep into your eyes, and nods reluctantly. 

“Stay safe.” He adds. You immediately perk up and kiss him on the cheek.

“Thank you! I’ll meet up with you later!” You wave goodbye before running into the empty hallways of the hospital. 

“Theo! Theo!! Where are you? Please tell me you’re okay. Theo!!” Turning the corner, you hear some whimper. 

“Theo? Theo! Is that you? Theo!” You shout. You follow the source of the sound and end up back in the morgue. You see Theo curled up in a corner. He was slightly injured and dirty. From his facial expression, he was terrified. 

“Theo! Theo! You’re alive!” You run up to him, making him flinch and curl up tighter. 

“Please stop, I’m sorry.” You hear him mumble.

“Theo, It’s me, Y/n!” You softly touch him but he flinches and looks you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry! please stop! I get it, You’re mad at me but please stop it hurts, please stop. I’m-” You cut him off my kissing him. When you let go, Theo was finally not terrified.

“Why’d you do that?” He asks.

“Because I love you. And never do I want you to be hurt.” He faintly smiles. You take hold of his hands. “What you did with the ghost riders was really brave of you. I actually couldn’t believe you did it.”

“I promised someone that I’ll change for the better. I might of broke it already but I wanted to make it up to her.” You smile.

“Why?”

“Because I love you. And I never wanted to lose you.” He caresses your cheek before kissing you. “Would you mind being mine again? I’ll promise that I’ll be better. All for you.” Instead of answering, you kissed him. At the moment, you knew he has changed. He held you in his arms tightly and you felt safe. You were finally back in the arms of your first love, and you’ll always love Theo Raeken, for as long as you live.

Brett:

“Promise me you’ll be fine without me by your side.” You told your secret boyfriend, Brett, in an empty classroom of Beacon HIlls high school. He was a secret because your brother hated him and you didn’t want him upset.

“It will be hard, but I’ll try. For you.” He says. You kiss him. You hear the door open and you quickly pull apart. You see Liam come you way. Liam punches Brett in the face.

“Stay away from my sister!” He yells before grabbing your arm and walking out of the room. You looked back with a worried face and Brett smiled at you for reassurance. Liam takes you to his car.

“What the hell were you doing with him??” I roll my eyes.

“Why don’t you like him?” I ask

“It doesn’t matter.  I don’t know what’s going on between the two of you but-”

“We’re dating.” You said interrupting him. His eyes widen.

“Y/n Dunbar! I told you how much I hate him and yet you still interact with him. As your older brother, I demand you to stop seeing him.”

“You’re not the boss of me! You can’t demand me to stop seeing him! I love him!”

“I don’t care! It’s either you break up with him or I break up with him for you.”

“That’s not fair! Why do I always have to listen to what you say? I’m only 30 seconds younger than you!”

“Yes and that makes me the older brother! Y/n, listen to me, break up with him. He’s not what you think he is.”

“Stop trying to break us apart! You’re such a selfish person. All you care about is yourself. But what about me? Just because you and Brett had some mishaps back at Devenford doesn’t mean that I can’t date him.”

“Y/N!”

I don’t care, I’m not breaking up with him. And you can’t make me.” A sudden sharp pain hits your face. Liam had slapped you. 

“I f*cking hate you.” you told him before running away. Your legs took you to the woods, away from everyone. Your phone rings. It was from Brett. You decline the call and text him instead.

You: I’m sorry to do this but I have to break up with you.

Bae: It’s okay, I understand. I’ll always wait for you.

// You changed Bae’s name to Brett \\

You: Thanks for understanding. 

Brett: No problem. Remember I love you

You: I love you too. Goodbye :(

You turn off your phone and walk to the woods. A bit of rustling is heard from behind you, causing you to turn around. A wolf jumps out of nowhere. The wolf then transforms into a human male, who goes by the name Theo Raeken.

“Hello, y/n, fancy seeing you here.”

“what are you gonna do to me? He chuckles.

“Look y/n, I might have done bad things in the past, that doesn’t mean i’m gonna kidnap you or rape you of some sort. Just wanted to see if you’re okay.”

“You’re joking right? Raeken has a heart?” He laughs.

“yes but only to pretty girls like you.” He flirted. You blush. 

“Well you’re showing me a lot right now and I am very uncomfortable so I’m just gonna go.” You say before heading in another direction. Theo grabs your arm and turns you around. Somehow he has put on clothes.

“C’mon Dunbar, just tell me if you’re okay. I saw your brother yelling at you.”

“It’s nothing...” You say, avoiding his gaze.

“Y/n?” Tears start to fall out of your eyes.

“My brother hates my boyfriend and is forcing me to break up with him. I didn’t want to, but he kept on insisting so I told him that he can’t tell me what to do and then he slapped me.” You blurted out. “I feel like Liam is trying to take my first love away from me.” You put your hands on your face and sob in them until warmth fills your body. Theo Raeken had just hugged you.

From then on, You and Theo were best friends. He would always take you to your classes, flirt with you, and become protective whenever Liam comes near you as Liam hurted you. Even with him, you weren’t as happy as before. Theo knew that. But he didn’t say anything about it. Theo was always around at your house. Your parents loved him; Liam, not so much. After all Theo had done to the pack, Liam, along with Stiles, never trusted him and always gave him a glare when he was around. Theo told you all his plans about taking the beast’s power. But he never got you involved, and you never told anyone else about his plans. Until the day came.

It all happened so quickly.

“Your sister wants to see you.” Thunder Kitsune Kira said, shoving her sword onto the floor. The floor cracked and opened a hole beneath Theo. Tara came out and grabbed onto his feet, pulling him down. 

“Y/N! Y/N!! Help me!!” You stepped forward to help but Liam held you back.

“Theo!” You shouted as he fell down the hole and the hole closed up. Angrily, you pushed Liam away from you.

“What the hell is wrong with you guys. First, you take away Brett, and now Theo! You guys are the greatest friends I ever had. Thanks for trying to make my life miserable.” You yelled at all of them, a few tears sliding down your face.

“Y/n, we did what we had to do. You shouldn’t had even been friends with him.” Scott told you. 

“Well then take my life away. Because I just lost two important people of my life. What is life without them for me? They made me happy, happier than any of you have ever done.” You cried, walking out of the tunnels.

You got home with a wet face. Your parents asked you what’s wrong but you ignored all of them. You head to your room, falling on to your bed. You get out your phone and the first thing you see is Theo in your lockscreen. Angry, you throw your phone across your room and snuggle up with your pillows, falling asleep.

“Y/n! Y/n! Y/n! Help!” you hear someone say. You search for where the voice came from. 

“Y/n!!!!” You hear louder, and you quicken your speed. You find yourself at the tunnels again. Two things were happening at the same time. Brett was tied up and Liam was there in werewolf form with his claws out. He was gonna attack Brett. Theo was getting dragged down to hell. You were stuck; should you save your best friend or the love of your life? You were too slow and both of them disappeared causing you to scream.

“Y/N!!” Liam opens the door to your room to see you screaming. He quickly runs up and hugs you. Tears form in your eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/n.” Liam whispers, kissing your temple. Instead of answering you fall back asleep in his arms. The nightmare stopped coming.

Brett stands in the corner, watching you as you get drunk and dance, a hint of jealousy can be seen from his face as he watches you dance with other boys at the party a few days later. You have been getting quiet lately so Liam brought you to a party. 

“Hey Talbot.” Liam walks towards Brett in the corner.

“Dunbar.” Brett says back. 

“Look, I know we have some mishaps in the past but Y/n has nothing to do with it. I took you away from her, and then I took her best friend away from her. You know, Theo Raeken who got sent to hell. He was the only other person other than you that made her happy. We couldn’t, we just made it worse for her.”

“I’m calling you selfish for the fact that you disapproved with us because of what me and you had. But Theo was an evil guy, you’re not selfish for that. You were only trying to protect her from what he could have done to her.”

“Yes, but the problem is when I see him with her, she’s happy and Theo is so kind to her. He takes her to her classes, hangs out ALL the time at our house, and gets protective when shes hurt. Theo had a heart around her.”

“I understand. But did he touch her in anyway?” Liam shrugs.

“I know he flirts a lot with her, maybe a few kisses on the cheek, hugs. But nothing you need to worry about.” Brett’s jaw clenches but manages to stay calm. 

“Last night, Y/n had a nightmare. She told me when I went to calm her down that she watched you and Theo die and couldn’t do anything about it. She didn’t know who to save. The worse part was that I was there too, about to kill you. She’s been having the nightmare lately, and she’s been crying a lot.”

“So what are you trying to say?”

“I want my sister to be happy again. So I am allowing you, Brett Talbot, to date my sister, Y/n Dunbar, once again. But I swear to god if you hurt her, I will deal with you myself along with Scott.” Liam says to him, putting out his hand.

“Deal.” Brett smiles and shakes Liam’s hand before heading into you.

“Y/n, can I talk to you? Or are you too drunk to process anything?” You look at him in the eyes and your eyes sparkle with joy. You nod and the two of you head out to the back.

“I see you’re doing well.” You say once you get out of the place. 

“Well, I promise a girl that I will do fine without her. So here I am, somehow surviving without you.” He smiles. You smile back.

“So what did you want to tell me?”

“Your brother, Liam had just allowed us to date again.” You widen your eyes for a second.

“Because he thinks he was a bit selfish and he wants you to be happy.” You smile. “He told me that you’ve been crying a lot lately and having the same nightmare every night. It hurts him to see you like that so now he has set aside our differences to allow me to date you. My question is: would you like to go out with me?”

“In that case, I do.” You say hugging him. tightly.

Finally, you were happy. The nightmare stopped coming but every once in a while you get a nightmare about Theo. But, with Brett, he makes you happy. You weren’t fully happy, but you were happy. You were with the love of your life. Everything has changed.

“Now, tell me y/n. How many times have you and that Theo guy kissed?”

Well not exactly everything.

Bonus Part for Brett’s section

You were in the tunnels once again. 3 months ago, you watched you best friend get dragged to hell here. You miss him a heck of a lot and you still have him on your lock screen even with your boyfriend’s protests. Liam and Hayden have brought you with them to the tunnels again without telling you what they were doing. What you were more worried about were the ghost riders taking you away.

Mrs.Yukimura is at the end of the tunnel, holding Kira’s sword. Liam and Mrs.Yukimura exchange words, but you didn’t focus in on their conversation. All you really want was to get out of here and go home. Mrs.Yukimura leaves and you see that Liam now has the sword. He takes a few steps, and hesitates for a bit.

“Liam wait!” Hayden calls out, just as Liam shoved the sword into the ground. The floor cracks and opens up a hole. A figure crawls out in beta werewolf form. He growls and attacks Liam, pinning him to the wall. You stand in shock because not only did Liam open up a hole, he brought back Theo.

“Where's my sister?"

"Your sister’s dead. She died a long time ago. You killed her remember.” Theo growls, eyes still glowing amber. You were too shook to speak at the moment. 

“I’m gonna kill you, too. I’m gonna kill all of you.”

“Hopefully not me, because I've done nothing bad to you.” You finally had found enough confidence to speak up. Theo turns his head towards you. HIs eyes stop glowing.

“Y/n!” He shouts happily. You happily smile back.

“Hey hey, hey. You know what this does? if you look at her like that again, I will use this again.” Liam gestures to the sword he was holding.

“Don’t!” You say quickly. You walk in front of Theo.

“Nobody is allowed to separate me and Theo or Brett ever again.” You say, glaring at your brother, who looks down ashamed. 

After that, Liam and Hayden explained what they wanted from Theo. They tried it out but unfortunately Theo had no more powers. Again Liam, Hayden and Mr. Douglas, who you were very suspicious of, wanted him to go back down. But you defended Theo again.

“Whoa, hold on, who’s making decisions around here? Where’s Scott? Where’s Stiles?” Everyone looks at Theo.

“You remember Stiles?”

“Why wouldn’t I remember Stiles?”

“Maybe he is useful after all.” Liam says. I mouth to him ‘told ya’, and he shakes his head.

“I’m allowing you to stay here, not only because you remember Stiles, but because you were the other person who made my sister happy.” He says. I happily jump up and down before running to hug my brother.

“Oh my god, I love you so much!” You say and Liam chuckle. 

“Love you too.” He says hugging back. 

After the two of you finish hugging, Theo explains everything he knows about the wild hunt. He also told us that he knows something about Mr. Douglas, making you fist bump him for thinking alike. Then you guys head home, with you and Theo talking non-stop, making Liam have a headache. 

“Malia! Stop punching him!” You yelled, pulling her off of Theo .

“T, are you okay?”  He nods. But you knew he was lying. 

“It’s okay princess, i’m fine.” He flirted.You smiled a blushed at the name he called you. You missed him calling you that.

While you tended Theo’s injuries, Scott, Liam and Malia argued about if they should put him back.

“He’s going back to the ground.”

“He remembers Stiles.”

“Scott remembers Stiles. Lydia and I remember Stiles.”

“C’mon guys, let’s not think about the past, but the present. He completely remembers Stiles and he knows a lot about the wild hunt. He can be useful. Plus think about Y/n! Remember how broken she was when we sent Theo to hell? How she didn't talk to any of us for an entire week? Do you guys want her to be like that again? He’s also my responsibility now, I have the sword.” The trio looks at you, who was busy cleaning off the blood on Theo’s face.

“Tell me if i’m wrong, but look how happy she is. She’s extra happy now.” Scott nods. The door opens and in comes Brett. The smell of jealousy quickly fills the room as Brett clears his throat. You turn around and smile.

“hey babe.” You turn you attention to the trio for a second. “If you guys are done arguing, I would like to formally introduce my boyfriend to my bestfriend.” You say rolling your eyes before, going to help Theo up. 

“Okay. Brett, this is Theo. My best friend who just got back from hell. And Theo, this is Brett, my boyfriend.” The two boys star at each other for a while before shaking hands and saying hello. 

“I reckon that you know that me and Y/n are dating, so I hope you won’t steal her away.”

“I won’t have to do so unless you hurt my princess.” You smile. Brett narrows his eyes at the two of you.

“yes, and if any of you hurt my little sister, then I'll have do some bad bad things to you.” Liam intervenes

You smile at their protectiveness. Finally you were 100% happy. Living a happy life with your pack, boyfriend, brother and best friend. Life was good now and you loved it.

xxxxx

second imagine!!! yaay!! Hope y’all like it. Requests are open and I also have prompts. :) I added a bonus to brett’s because I truly believe that reader deserves 110% happiness which means bringing her bff back.

also this blog is now theo raeken and liam dunbar stan, 85% of my posts will be about them. 14% teen wolf, 1% other. so most of the unrequested imagines will be about one of them :)

BRett TALbot DEServed f*cKIng BETter I’m SUing

lots of love x