#TEEN WOLF X OC

[omgkatherine01]

Moonlight Beta: Chapter 6 - Burn Alive... Almost

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Chapter 5, Chapter 7

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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Sleep wasn't Lia's friend anymore, not since the Berserker fight. Those things, those creatures haunted Lia every second they could. So, instead of going back to sleep, she texted Scott and asked if she could come over, which she received a yes for an answer.

Ever since he died and had those awful nightmares involving Lia, he felt extra protective of her, scared that she might die like she did in his mind. With her around him, he felt better knowing she was there beside him, alive.

"How's Kira's Mom?" Lia asked as she sat on Scott's bed with him. "She was taken to a hospital in Palo Alto," Scott said, "They put her in a helicopter. But she will be alright, she just doesn't heal like she used to."

"Does this mean..." Lia trailed off. "Kira is leaving for a couple of days, yeah," Scott said. "She needs to be there for her mother, especially if she's still on the list." He sighed and laid his head on the pillow, "And, I actually have to go back to the hospital too. They want to do a bunch of tests since I was kind of officially dead."

Lia scoffed, "Yeah, I figure my Dad has a lot of questions to you." Scott nodded, "Yeah."

Lia looked down at her hands, "I just wish it had all worked." Scott frowned and sat back up, "Yeah, I've been thinking about that too. And actually, I think maybe it did work. Not that I know exactly who The Benefactor is but we might know a lot more about him now."

Lia frowned as they faced each other, "But no one came. And no one got visual confirmation, right?"

"That's why it might have worked," Scott said, "Remember what I told you about everyone in our pack? Think about it. Who has the power to know when someone's dead, but doesn't need to see the body to know it happened?" Lia thought for a moment with a frown and then looked at Scott,

"A Banshee."

Scott smiled softly at her.

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Another night, and Lia was tossing and turning because she couldn't sleep. As she did so, a familiar noise made her stop and sit up.

Now fully awake, she noticed her printer was on. The girl got out of her bed and walked quietly over to see that it was printing something. It was the Deadpool and it had names crossed off of it.

"What the hell?" She muttered to herself as it kept trying to print. She tried pressing the off-button but it kept on printing until she finally unplugged it.

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The next morning seemed like hell for Lia as she walked down the halls of the school. Her paranoia was increased and the laughter of the students in the hallway was so overwhelming until Mason greeted her, Lia's focus then finally having something productive to shift to.

"Hey," he said, "Am I gonna see you at the bonfire tonight? Or are you gonna be busy with lacrosse team things?"

Lia frowned, forgetting that they had the bonfire party coming up. With all the supernatural crap going on, she was too tired to do anything else.

"Uh, I'm thinking about skipping," she admitted sheepishly.

"You're not skipping," Mason told her.

"Why not?" Lia asked. "Because you're on the lacrosse team," Mason answered, "Don't you have to go?"

Lia looked nervous. "I don't, uh..." The girl suddenly froze when she started to hallucinate a Berserker in the school. Whether it was from lack of sleep or trauma, she didn't know. Either way, she was hallucinating one standing right in the middle of the hallway.

"I--I don't think I can make it," she lied, grateful that Mason couldn't hear her heartbeat.

"You're coming," Mason said, "We're gonna find you a nice boy--or a nice girl that you can embarrass yourself in front of and find me a lacrosse player. Because statistically speaking, someone on your team has gotta be on my team. Alright?" While Mason was rambling, the Berserker seemed to be getting closer.

"Lia?" Him calling out her name seemed to snap her out of the trance. "Yeah, I'll be there," she spoke quickly before running off, hoping to get away from the beast-like creature.

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The entire lacrosse team was in the boys' locker room, including Lia since no one was actually getting changed and it was just a team meeting.

Coach walked in, "All right. Now, I know the start of the season bonfire, it's a big deal for you guys. I also know it gets out of hand sometimes. The alumni show up, there's other teams, and alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol." The team, aside from Lia and Scott, cheered.

Scott had his eyes stuck on his Beta. She wasn't paying much attention, her eyes were looking down at her shoes. She smelt of sadness and fear, something Scott wasn't used to smelling on her.

"All right, shut up," Coach said, "Now, what I don't understand is why anybody would ever want to get stumbling down drunk in front of a massive open fire. I'm also resigned to not being able to stop you guys." The team, aside from Lia and Scott, cheered. "I also remind you, your team captain, McCall, will be there. And I can count on him to narc on any and every one of these little bastards. Get back to class."

Everyone scrambled off after Coach's speech and Scott lost Lia in the small crowd. He took a deep breath, following her scent to the stairwell.

Lia was sitting on the stairs since everyone else was back in class, fiddling with her lacrosse stick. She flinched slightly when she heard someone getting close, but relaxed slightly when she realized it was only Scott.

"Hey," Scott said softly as he sat on the step behind her and put his hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

"You okay?" he asked. Lia shrugged and looked down at her feet. Scott frowned in confusion, "Lia, hey, you can tell me anything. You know that right?"

The girl sighed softly and spoke, "Last night, my printer went off by itself. I couldn't turn it off. I hit the cancel button, but it just kept printing."

"Printing what?" Scott asked. Lia took the list out of her pocket and gave it to Scott.

Before he could read it, the two heard Coach yelling. They ran over to his office to see papers among papers being printed out like crazy. "What the hell is this?" he asked as Scott picked a paper up.

"You see the difference?" Lia asked.

"Derek's not on the list anymore," Scott answered, and Lia wasn't worth 3 million anymore, she was now worth 18 million dollars.

"I don't know if I want to feel special or terrified," Lia muttered as Scott looked from the girl to the papers.

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Mason dragged his best friend out, despite her not wanting to go to the bonfire party. Her father urged her to go out and have fun, while her mother was hesitant on letting her go out to a party that would most likely result in drinking.

Mason has practically made her his Barbie doll, dressing her up in a semi-casual black dress. It was something Lia couldn't see herself ever wearing again. To feel less naked, she wore Scott's lacrosse zip-up sweatshirt.

Lia, despite knowing that she couldn't get drunk because of her healing abilities, decided to drink anyway and was pleasantly surprised when she started to feel a bit buzzed.

"Hey, I wanted to ask, what's your relationship with Scott McCall?" Mason suddenly asked. "Oh, you know, we just became friends after the tryouts," Lia answered.

"Is that Scott's sweatshirt?" Mason asked with a small smirk. Lia looked down at herself before back at him in hesitation, "Yeah... is that bad?" Mason shook his head, letting out a soft chuckle.

His smile disappeared as he watched her take another sip. "Not gonna tell me to slow down right?" she asked when she noticed him giving her a confused look when she chugged down a whole flask of captain. A smile was on her lips, something that she had been lacking since the Berserker incident.

"Actually, I was gonna say keep drinking," Mason said, "I think you should get drunk. And I mean stumbling down, fall on your ass, passed out with your face in the toilet drunk."

Lia couldn't help but giggle, "Why?"

This was when it got serious.

"Maybe then when I ask you what's going on, you'll be too drunk to lie," he answered.

Lia's happy smile fell, guilt consuming her for keeping him in the dark and worried about her. "I'm not asking this because I want to know," he said, "I'm asking because I want to help. Are you seriously okay?"

Lia didn't notice that Scott had shown up, he was too looking over along with Malia with a sense of worry.

"I'm getting another drink. Yeah. I'm getting drunk."

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It was not long after that she felt drunk, like stumbling drunk. Scott and Mason had both Malia and Lia sit down, both girls intoxicated despite their massive healing abilities that would've prevented this.

"How much has she had to drink?" Scott asked Mason. "Not enough to get her like this," Mason answered, knowing he's seen Lia drink more than that and not be this affected before.

"Something's happening. We need to get them out of here. I think we're gonna have to, uhm..." Scott was cut off as his vision got blurry.

"How much did you drink?" Mason swore everyone here were literally alcoholics.

"Nothing, not even a sip," Scott answered and then realized it was the music, just like the hunters from Mexico had done to them. "It's not the drinks. It's the music. I have to… I have to turn off the music. Don't let them out of your sight." Mason nodded, and watched Scott walking away, stumbling a little along the way.

Mason turned back to Lia and handed her a bottle of water, "Hey, drink some water." Lia took it, "Mase, I don't feel so well."

"Yeah, I get it, you--you'll be okay," Mason said and turned back to check for Scott. A few seconds after, two guards walked closer and each grabbed Lia and Malia by the arms.

"Let's go," Guard 1 told them, starting to pull Lia up by one arm, and the girl didn't even fight back.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Mason asked. "These are my friends."

Guard 1 turned to Mason, putting a hand on his chest. "Your friends are overly intoxicated. They need to be escorted out."

"Okay, I'll go with them," Mason told them.

"That won't be necessary," Guard 1 told him, turning back to Lia.

"I said they're my friends--" Mason started forcefully, but the guard pushed him down to the ground.

Two guys went to help him up. "You okay, man?" Guy 1 asked, and he nodded. He looked back to the guards as they took Lia and Malia away.

The assassins dressed like security guards dragged Scott, Malia and Lia inside, placing them on the floor, leaned them against the lockers, and started dousing them with gasoline.

Scott was the only one conscious at this time, "What is that? What are you doing?"

The guy smirked, "It's gasoline. Haigh says we gotta burn you. It's too bad though, your girl is pretty hot," he said, gesturing to Lia.

Scott growled, his eyes turning red in protectiveness over his beta who was clearly underaged compared to this man. "Oh, shut up," the man scowled, dousing them with more gasoline.

Malia and Lia gained consciousness when they felt the gasoline on their skin. Scott was hoping that Mason would pull through and get the music shut off even though he didn't know why it was affecting them.

And luckily for the three, he did.

Scott was able to recover easily due to his status as True Alpha. Scott grabbed Guard/Assassin 1's hand, closing the lighter, squeezing his hand until it broke, making him groan in pain. Scott punched him in the face hard, making him fall unconscious.

The other hunters were taken care of when Derek and Braeden came in, fighting hand-to-hand combat with them. Though, it was mostly Braeden since Derek was a bit new to fighting without werewolf powers.

Malia and Lia helped each other up, subconsciously leaning on each other in support. Malia could tell the girl was shaken up, and although she didn't know how to comfort people very well yet, she let the girl hold onto her arm.

"What happened to the gun?" Scott questioned Derek as he got up. "You're covered in gasoline," Derek pointed out the obvious.

"Oh, yeah," Scott muttered and then he turned his attention to the girls. Malia had her arm wrapped around the youngest beta protectively even though the danger has now passed, and she nodded to Scott that they both were alright.

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 66: The Storm is Over

Pacing the train station for hours, Stiles had counted how many people he's seen or knew in Beacon Hills. Which means his friends were running out of time or on their way.

He glanced at the Arrival Board and saw Beacon Hills arrival, no longer saying Delayed. Instead, it reads On Time.

Tensing, he feels a gust of wind blow on his legs, bringing dry leaves to his feet. Something was about to happen.

He squinted his eyes once something else caught his eyes. A train ticket slid out from under a door in front of him. Confused, he bent forward to pick it up.

Once he did, he heard his name being whispered in echoes before the voice got louder. His heart pounded in his chest over the familiarity of the voice.

Leaving the room, he moves towards the crowd of people sitting down. His eyes glanced over to the people of Beacon Hills.

A neighbor on his street, the sweet, old lady that occasionally dropped off cookies to his house, a couple of the guys on the lacrosse team. Even a couple of his teachers. The ones that worried him the most were Scott's Mom and Sam's mom.

They were really running out of time.

Before he could even walk over to them, the beeping of the PA system catches his attention, and a voice speaks over the line. “Attention all passengers – the train will be arriving in 25 minutes.”

The rows of people who were sitting on the benches all stood up and moved in a massive crowd causing Stiles to move around the obstacles with frustration. “Lydia!”

“Stiles?”, he hears again. He pushes through the crowd, actively trying to get to her. “Lydia!”

“Stiles? Stiles, look at me.”

He frowns, frantically trying to look for her but can't see her. “Lydia, wait!”

“Stiles!”

He ducks, hearing loud gunshots blast from the other side of the station. It was loud, but…familiar.

Looking up, he noticed an arm raised in the air holding a gun. His eyes widened and watered as he trailed the arm to a face he knew so well. “Give the boy some room.”

“Dad? Dad!”, Stiles rushes forward, almost tumbling into his father's arms, instantly being wrapped with warmth. “Oh thank god.”, he breathes.

“Oh, I found you… I can’t believe I found you.”, Noah mumbles, into his son's shoulder.

Stiles lets out a wet chuckle and looks up to see his best friend behind his father. He pulls away, swallowing. "Sam…?"

The girl's eyes welled up with tears, finally putting a face to the anonymous voice she's heard countless of times. All of her memories of the boy pieced back together, filling the missing parts of her life back.

She rushed to hug him, the boy tightly taking her in his arms. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…!", she sobbed. He shook his head, his own tears dripping down his face. "You're here. That's all that matters. You remembered me."

He pulled away, cupping her wet cheeks. "I told you you would.", he says, grinning. She gave him a wobbly smile. She remembers that too.

Stiles looked up at his father. “Dad, I can hear Lydia. I think – I think I can go to her. I think she can get us out of here.”

Before Noah could say anything, they tensed up at the sound of horseshoe gallops. Noah raises his gun, and points in the direction. “You need to get out here, don’t worry about me.”

Stiles' eyebrows furrowed. “What? You’re kidding, right?” He feels Sam push him away. "Get out of here. Get to Lydia and Scott.", she says.

His eyes widened. "You wanna separate? Now?"

Noah sets his hand on the boy's shoulder. “Go– get help. Find your friends!”

“Yeah? And what about you guys?”

He just smirks at his son. “We’ll find each other again.”

“Dad–”

“Stiles… We'll hold them back. Now, get the hell out of here. Go! Go!”, Noah says, shooing his son. Stiles looks at Sam with an uncertain expression whilst she returns the look with a confident smile and a nod.

As the boy runs off, she turns to the sheriff with a nod and closes her eyes as she hears the gallops get louder.

She felt a sensational rush of her powers returning to her. They didn't feel unwelcomed and uncomfortable anymore.

She missed it.

She could feel how many of the Ghost Riders that were coming for them, so quickly, she shifted as soon as they made light.

Before they could reach for any of their whips, she let out a loud roar, her form returning to her.

Stiles disappeared down the tunnel he and Peter tried to escape in. Ahead of him, there’s a bright white light, similar to how the Ghost Riders enter and exit.

Pushing against the strong wind coming from it, he hears Lydia's voice once more. “Stiles, keep going. I remember you, I remember everything–”

Despite the force of the wind, Stiles fights to get closer, pushing past the rift. As he finally exits, he tumbles and lands on something with a grunt.

His eyes catch the light of his police scanner as he grabs onto his steering wheel, happily back inside his jeep.

Quickly, he turns on the ignition and drives out of the parking lot, heading to the first place he could think of.

He rushed up to Scott's house, putting the jeep in park and runs inside the house. “Lydia! Scott? Malia??”

Taking in the empty house, his heart drops to his stomach. He already saw Melissa, but maybe… 

He ran back into his jeep, driving down the empty roads to the sheriff's station. The place looked trashed. He didn't know what to make of it. What if he was the only one…?

On the road, he noticed train tracks and left the station, following the tracks. He drove up to the hospital, noticing someone had walked in. Bothered, he parked and grabbed his bat he kept in the back before leaving the jeep and moving in the hospital.

The tracks seemed to stretch in the hospital halls as he looked around.

Stiles looks around hearing a yell. “Hollenhund!” He hears a familiar roar and followed the sound.

“Parrish! Parrish, you don’t wanna do this. Stop!”, Scott yelled with reasoning. Parrish only roars back and moves to attack them.

“The train is coming, boys. There’s no stopping the Wild Hunt. You’ll make a fine Ghost Rider, Scott. And I’ll have a True Alpha by my side.”, Stiles catches a voice. Peeking around a corner, he sees a man talking to Scott.

“Parrish, stop!”, Scott yells again.

The man continued. “And then a Werecoyote, a hybrid, a Banshee–”

Stiles lifts the bat a little higher as he comes up behind him. “A Stiles?”

“A what?”, the man frowns and starts to turn around, but before he could, Stiles brings his bat down, hitting the back of the man's head, watching as he falls to the ground.

Stiles looks up, nearly dropping his shoulders as he looks at Scott and Liam’s surprised faces. “Bad guy, right? I didn’t misread that?”, Stiles asks.

Scott gaped his mouth, shocked to see Stiles but turned to the sound of a growl. “Oh god–”, Stiles mutters, backing away.

Scott grabs at Parrish's flaming body and chucks him over to the other side of the tracks. Stiles evades the hellhound, watching as he lands on the man he swung at.

He looks up at Scott, and instantly rushes to bring his brother into his arms. They both give each other pats on the back, sighing in relief. "Oh man, it’s so good to see you.”, Stiles mumbled. 

Liam interrupts, tapping their shoulders. “Hey, hey, hey! Uh–”

Stiles looks over at Liam, bringing him into a hug too. “Liam! It’s so good to see you, too!”

Liam returns the hug, but taps on Stiles' back, pointing behind him. “Yeah, no yeah, good to see you, Stiles… but, uh–”

Stiles pulls away from him, following his line of sight. Parrish's body brightens in orange and green flames. The flames seem to grow as he lifts his arms, sending a blast to them. Stiles nods, pushing his friends. “Okay. Yeah, we should go. Go, go, go!”

They run down the hallway, ducking into other hallways to find a supply closet. “I can’t believe I’m gone a couple days and the whole place falls apart.”, Stiles muttered.

Scott looks at him confused. “No, you were gone for three months.”

Exiting one closet, Stiles paused and looks at Scott with a confused face. “I was – what?”

Scott looks at him with a confirming nod. Stiles moves past them into the other supply closet, annoyed. “Okay, if they don’t let me graduate, I swear to god–”

“What are you looking for?”, Liam asks. “Ah– this!”, they hear before seeing Stiles pull out a Liquid Nitrogen canister. He sets in between his feet and grabs the hose before turning it on. He looks up to see an angry Parrish down the hall. “And him.”

Scott and Liam tense seeing the hellhound. “Grab him – grab him now!”, Stiles says, gesturing to him. 

As soon as Parrish speeds up, Scott and Liam stop him short and slam his back against the wall.

Stiles hurries in front of him, instantly spraying the liquid nitrogen down, watching Parrish's flames dim as his head slumps.

The deputy slumps against the wall once Scott and Liam let go. Liam yells in pain, frantically patting himself down. “Ow, ow!”

Stiles looks at the younger beta in confusion. “Liam. Liam, you’re fine.”

“Jesus, that just doesn’t feel good, you know?”, Liam mumbles, looking at his chest before frowning at Stiles.

Parrish's voice catches the boys' attention as he groans before looking up, confused at the sight of Stiles. “Stiles? What are you doing here?”

Stiles' eyebrows raise. “Buddy, love you, but we’re way past that, okay? You gotta fill us in. What’s going on?”

Scott and Liam help the deputy stand up and Parrish leans against the wall. “Douglas, he’s merging the worlds so the Ghost Riders can cross over.”

“Yeah, he wants his supernatural army in our world.”, Liam says. Scott looks at Parrish. “How do we stop him?”

“The train – it’s coming.”, Parrish answers, looking to his right, seeing the board hanging above the nurses’ desk with the locations, departure and arrival times.

Scott sighs, impatient. “Okay, and how do we stop that?”

Parrish looks from Scott to Stiles. “You can’t stop it, but you can divert it.”

Back at the train station, Sam and Noah managed to put down each of the Ghost Riders, keeping the passengers protected.

It was confusing. What was this happening? Why was Beacon Hills targeted? How long was this gonna go on for?

Sam looked around, frowning. This is where Stiles was this entire time…? All these people seemed either afraid or nonchalant about what just happened.

She glanced from the familiar lacrosse players to Melissa and her mom. Frowning sadly, she hesitates walking up to her.

She should be here to protect her, but there wasn't much she could do from here. Especially if the fight wasn't in the station, but back in Beacon Hills.

She feels a hand on her shoulder and turns to look at Noah over her shoulder. He glanced at Denise before smiling at Sam. "If there's something you have to do, you do it.", he says. "I'll watch out for her."

She gives him a small smile and a nod before heading off into the tunnel they entered. As she walked down the dark silent tunnel, she sighed. She was here, now what?

What could she do…?

Suddenly, she felt a rumble under her feet and looked at the train tracks before looking behind her. They put down most of the Ghost Riders, no doubt there may be more coming, but she didn't feel the gallops.

Instead, it felt like a shift from the train tracks. Actually… It felt like a pull. A pull from different directions.

She looked down at the tracks before sitting down. Gripping onto the dirty, rusty train tracks, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

Sensing a strong pull, she followed it. Her eyelids fluttered as she recognized the familiarity of the pull and in an instance, she was gone.

As the boys left the hospital, Liam looks down in thought. “We can’t move between worlds, but Corey can. He can exist in both worlds…”

Scott's eyes widened. “And he can take people with him.”

Liam nods enthusiastically. “Yeah, at your house! He pulled a Ghost Rider into our world.”

Stiles frowns as Scott explains. “At the lacrosse game, he brought us into theirs.”

Liam looks at them. “What if that’s how Douglas is doing it? What if Corey’s the key?”

Stiles huffs, waving an arm in dismissal. “Interesting theory, okay? Solid logic. It is, but he’s in there, and we’re out here. So, the only way to save everyone now is to just divert the train.”

“We have to find him.”, Liam insists. Stiles frowns. “How?”

Liam thinks before looking at them with an excited glint in his eyes. “I’m going into the Hunt.”

Stiles looks at him as if he'd grown another head, quickly stopping the boy from moving. “No, no, no. Liam, I think you’re confused. We’re trying to get people out of the Hunt…”

“He can get taken by a Ghost Rider.”, Scott adds, making Stiles look at him with wide eyes. "It’s just… that’s not a pleasant option– I mean I’m just speaking from experience.”

Liam stops him. “I don’t need to get taken to get into the Hunt!”

Stiles tilts his head in confusion. “Okay, seems like you’ve got an idea. Let’s discu–”

Instead of listening, the underclassman runs off into the school.

“Where are you going!?”, Stiles shouts. Liam yells over his shoulder. “I’ll be back!”

Stiles huffs, distressed as he looks at Scott with his hands on his hips. “Were we like that?”

Scott shakes his head. “Worse.”

“Jordan said we just have to follow the tracks to find the diverter.”, Scott said, sighing.

Stiles points at the train tracks he could see. “Yeah, well…those lead into the woods… this way back into the school…”

“You wanna split up?”, Scott asks with a grimace. Stiles looks at him with a shake of his head. “Never again.”

Scott lets out a sigh of relief. "Thank god.” Looking over to the school, Scott frowns. “The direction of the school leads to the library and there was a second train station waiting area set up inside but no diverter in sight.”

Stiles nods, sighing. “Woods it is then.”

Following the train tracks into the woods, the boys come up to a curve in the tracks. Suddenly, Scott grabs Stiles and pulls him off of the tracks, ducking. “Wait, wait. Get down.”, he whispers, bringing Stiles behind a tree. 

Stiles looks around. “Why are we stopping?”

Through the middle of the trees, Stiles' eyes catch a lever on the other side of the tracks. “Is that it?”

“It can’t be this easy.”, Scott whispers, nervous. Stiles frowns at him, “Yes it can, Scott. It can be this easy. For once, let’s do easy!”

Scott sighs and mutters, “Okay.” The boys leave the tree, crossing over to the lever. Stiles reaches for the lever and before he could grab it, a whip wraps tightly around his wrist.

His eyes widened. “Shit–”

Scott's eyes widened as Douglas faced them before he yanked on his whip, bringing Stiles to the ground.

Stiles falls, letting out a groan. “Or not.” Douglas pulls back harshly and Stiles disappears into a flash of bright green smoke.

Opening his eyes with a groan, he looks around. He noticed the lockers, similar to the boys' locker room and got up, ready to leave.

As he left, he runs down the hall, almost crashing into Scott who lets out a breath of relief. “Damn, man! Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Stiles nods. “I think so. I finally saw the girls’ locker room… it’s not that different. It’s kind of disappointing.”

Scott rolls his eyes and brings him over to a set of doors that took them outside. “What just happened?”

Stiles shakes his head. “I don’t know, I think the worlds… I think they’re collapsing in on each other.”

The PA system speakers beep above the two before a muffled voice comes through. “Attention all passengers, the train will be arriving in eleven minutes.”

Scott and Stiles frown. “We were obviously on to something with the diverter if Douglas sent us away from it. We have to get back to it.”, Stiles said.

“Yeah.”, Scott said. Once they push open the doors and step outside, they're both thrown back by a force field.

Once again, Stiles is back in the locker rooms, his back hitting the lockers as he slides down with a groan. "Damn it!"

Heaving himself up, he headed for the door and opened it, only to face the Ghost Rider that kept him from leaving.

The Ghost Rider pulled out its pistol, and pointed it at Stiles. Fed up, Stiles grabbed the rider's arm, turning it away from him before he could shoot. The gun shot off and the Ghost Rider shoved Stiles away.

"Scott, I can't fight this guy!", Stiles panted, hoping Scott could hear him.

The Ghost Rider aimed his gun at Stiles once more, but before he could shoot, Stiles ducked into the aisle of the lockers.

The Ghost Rider followed him and Stiles stood straight, as he became cornered. He stared into the barrel of the pistol before closing his eyes with a shaky breath.

The memory of him coming close to such death ran through his mind. On the brink of his death as well as his friends that were suffering in the Hale bunker under the school.

This time, that feeling came back and he felt just as useless.

Suddenly, the familiar wail of the banshee entered his ears and he ducked as the wail got louder. Lydia's force slammed the Ghost Rider into the lockers, pinning him there as he shook.

Her screams quieted as she watched the Ghost Rider drop to the ground, limp and lifeless.

Stiles turned his head, a few small breaths exiting him as he looked at Lydia who looked at him with glassy eyes. "I-I didn't say it back.", she whimpered.

Stiles took quick strides to her. "You don't have to," he shook his head, cupping her face and finally kissed her.

They pulled away after hearing a roar. "Scott…", Stiles muttered, hurrying Lydia out of the locker room with him.

As the two moved down the halls, the Stilinski boy paused as he heard a painfully familiar voice. “Stiles…”

Stiles turns to see a feminine figure ahead of him. “…Stiles, is that you?”

“Mom?”, Stiles whispers, walking towards her with a heavy heart. Lydia catches him with a grip, pulling him back. “Stiles, that’s not your mom.”

Stiles shakes his head, practically dragging her toward the figure. “I know who it is. I know her voice.”

Lydia stood him. “No, that’s the Wild Hunt. They’re tricking you. Stiles, please believe me. The Wild Hunt brought her back, but she’s not real.”

Stiles frowns as he looks at her. “What do you mean ‘brought her back’?”

Claudia frowns as she walks towards them. “Stiles… I know what you’ve been through. I know how much you love your father…”, she says with a loving voice.

Thunder rumbles and snaps outside and when Claudia steps into view, she's no longer recognizable.

“But I love him more. Even from the Hunt, you somehow wormed your way back into his memory.”, the apparition sneers. 

Stiles frowns at the being. “Yeah, worming is one of my skills.”, Stiles said, shrugging his shoulders.

“That thing is conjured from your dad’s pain. If he remembers you, he can’t believe in her.”, Lydia tells him.

“That’s why you have to go.”, Claudia said and without a beat, Lydia projects her wail on the apparition, only stopping short as the apparition wraps her hand around Lydia's neck, squeezing tightly.

Stiles breaks the hold the woman has on Lydia, glaring at her as she turns to him. “You shouldn’t treat your mother that way.”

“You’re not my mother.”, Stiles declares, only to be held up by the throat. The apparition drags him backwards, and slam his back against the wall.

Lydia tries letting out her screams, only to be short of breath.

“He believes in me. Dreams, so hard to kill.”, Claudia says as she watches the boy's face turn red.

“But not impossible.”

A gunshot fires, making everyone look at Noah. The apparition looks at her stomach, ignoring the lack of damage before looking up at the sheriff. “Noah, your bullets can’t hurt me.”

Her eyes widen as she watches a huge feline beast run down the hallway, and before anyone can react, the beast snatches the apparition from Stiles.

The woman lets out a scream as the beast's fangs dig into her. Stiles looks up at the beast with wide eyes. "That's…"

Without hesitation, Noah shoots another bullet and aims directly into the woman's head before she completely disappears in a bright flash of green smoke.

Stiles runs over to his dad and Lydia. “You guys okay?”

Lydia nods, being brought into a hug with Stiles and Noah. Stiles' eyes glanced at the feline, watching as it disappears into a puff of smoke and a pendant drops to the floor in its place.

He pulls away from the hug and picks the pendant off of the floor, and sticks it in his pocket.

Before anyone could say anything, they heard a loud, painful scream down the hall and a rumble could be felt under their feet as they tried stabilizing their footing.

Once it stopped, Stiles frowned and ran to where he heard the scream. As he ran down the halls, he noticed that the train tracks that were once there had disappeared.

Stopping in a hall, he sees his best friend on her knees, a dark, moderate sized puddle of blood dripping from her. Under her, he could see a faint mark of a train track as if it had been singed into the floor.

He took note of her darkened arms that looked bruised, but they slowly healed. It made more sense as to why the cat was there. Rushing up to her, he grabbed her shoulders. "Sam?"

Her head tilted back and he could see the dark, heavy trails of blood that dripped from her nose to her chin, down to her neck.

The marks that dripped from her eyes moved further down to her jaw. The dark crescent moon that sat on her forehead seemed to be spreading into cracks.

"Sam!", he yelled, trying to get her to open her eyes. He laid her down, trying to listen for her heartbeat, only hearing the faint thumps. He sighed, laying her head on his legs and looked up to see Lydia and his dad walking up to him.

Lydia's eyes widened as she ran over to him, looking over Sam. "Is she…?"

Stiles frowns softly. "She's alive.", he said, glancing at the train track mark.

She must've been sitting in the tunnels, he thought.

Hours later, they'd learn that Scott, Malia, Theo and Peter had stopped Douglas from continuing his merging plans with Douglas being turned into a Ghost Rider and disappearing into the storm with his fellow horsemen.

Corey, who was being used by Douglas, was being taken care of by Melissa and Chris as well as Sam who had woken up after he did.

Looking around the hospital room, Sam lets out a soft groan, quickly waking up her mother who looked at her with glossy eyes.

Sam smiled in relief to see the woman and was brought in a hug. The storm was over. They were gone.

Everything was back to normal… well as normal as could be.

[trashyangelic]

𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

this section will be most like prompts or fanfic base on the characters that will be listed. but no fluff or smuts i am not use to it. but i mostly use to scott mccall bash due to the tw x to fanfics i read on wattpad and some are also malia bashing i can do. but i wll also attach this to my main masterlist.

❏ ˖* 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔢𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔨𝔦

𝟘𝟙. forever boy | stiles x oc (angst w/ happy endin' ; crossover: victorious) ⋆♡ part one ⋆♡ part two ⋆♡ part three ⋆♡ final part ⋆♡ 𝟘𝟚. immortal | stiles x vampire!oc (no fluff, malia/isaac, scalia, allison/kira ; crossover: owari no seraph) ⋆♡ part one ⋆♡ part two ⋆♡ part three 𝟘𝟛. 𝟘𝟜. 𝟘𝟝. 𝟘𝟞. 𝟘𝟟. 𝟘𝟠. 𝟘𝟡. 𝟙𝟘. 𝟙𝟙. 𝟙𝟚. tbh

❏ ˖* 𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔱

𝟘𝟙. best friend's sister | allison argent (NO fluff/smut, friendship, gxg ; no crossover) ⋆♡ part one ⋆♡ part two 𝟘𝟚. 𝟘𝟛. 𝟘𝟜. 𝟘𝟝. 𝟘𝟞. 𝟘𝟟. 𝟘𝟠. 𝟘𝟡. 𝟙𝟘. 𝟙𝟙. 𝟙𝟚. tbh

❏ ˖* 𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔱𝔱 𝔪𝔠𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩

𝟘𝟙. 𝟘𝟚. 𝟘𝟛. 𝟘𝟜. 𝟘𝟝. 𝟘𝟞. 𝟘𝟟. 𝟘𝟠. 𝟘𝟡. 𝟙𝟘. 𝟙𝟙. 𝟙𝟚. tbh

❏ ˖* 𝔩𝔶𝔡𝔦𝔞 𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔫

𝟘𝟙. 𝟘𝟚. 𝟘𝟛. 𝟘𝟜. 𝟘𝟝. 𝟘𝟞. 𝟘𝟟. 𝟘𝟠. 𝟘𝟡. 𝟙𝟘. 𝟙𝟙. 𝟙𝟚. tbh

❏ ˖* 𝔨𝔦𝔯𝔞 𝔶𝔲𝔨𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔞

𝟘𝟙. 𝟘𝟚. 𝟘𝟛. 𝟘𝟜. 𝟘𝟝. 𝟘𝟞. 𝟘𝟟. 𝟘𝟠. 𝟘𝟡. 𝟙𝟘. 𝟙𝟙. 𝟙𝟚. tbh

❏ ˖* 𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔞 𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢

𝟘𝟙. 𝟘𝟚. 𝟘𝟛. 𝟘𝟜. 𝟘𝟝. 𝟘𝟞. 𝟘𝟟. 𝟘𝟠. 𝟘𝟡. 𝟙𝟘. 𝟙𝟙. 𝟙𝟚. tbh

❏ ˖* 𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔨 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔢

𝟘𝟙. 𝟘𝟚. 𝟘𝟛. 𝟘𝟜. 𝟘𝟝. 𝟘𝟞. 𝟘𝟟. 𝟘𝟠. 𝟘𝟡. 𝟙𝟘. 𝟙𝟙. 𝟙𝟚. tbh

❏ ˖* 𝔳𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰

𝟘𝟙. out of love | stiles x hope (fluff, bxg ; crossover: legacies) ⋆♡ part one ⋆♡ part two ⋆♡ part three ⋆♡ part four ⋆♡ final part ⋆♡ 𝟘𝟚. 𝟘𝟛. 𝟘𝟜. 𝟘𝟝. 𝟘𝟞. 𝟘𝟟. 𝟘𝟠. 𝟘𝟡. 𝟙𝟘. 𝟙𝟙. 𝟙𝟚. tbh

And this section will be mostly fanfictions link from Wattpad, Quotev, or AO3. Each has the different genre as well. Fluff is Pink, Smut is Orange, No Fluff is Purple, Ships Fanfic is Green, C: (Crossover) is Blue, Hiatus is Red.

𝟬𝟭. sugar free | stiles s. (c: tw x to) 𝟬𝟮. partners in crime | wtm (c: hp x tw) 𝟬𝟯. protectors | wtm (c: tw x shadowhunters) 𝟬𝟰. harbringer | stiles s. 𝟬𝟱. anarchy | stiles s. 𝟬𝟲. stolen heart | wtm (c: hp x tw) 𝟬𝟳. from the embers | stiles s. (c: tvd x tw) 𝟬𝟴. doremi | s.s & s.m (c: tvd x tw) 𝟬𝟵. don't fight the feeling | stiles s. (c: tw x hp) 𝟭𝟬. doppleganger | stiles s. (c: tvd x tw) 𝟭𝟭. new world | stiles s. (c: tvd x tw) 𝟭𝟮. kyuubi | stiles s. (c: tokyo ghoul x tw) 𝟭𝟯. 𝟭𝟰. 𝟭𝟱.

[nobitchs-world]

If I ever get these men in my claws I will transform into the ultimate freak

[nino-rox]

Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader | S

Warnings: NSFW Gay Sex, Explicit content, Teen Wolf AU, Teen Wolf x Male reader, Top Stiles Stilinski x Bottom Male Reader, degradation, raw (please use protection !)

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post

NOT PROOF READ !

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{A/N: Not proof-read! Have fun Pookies <3}

The thundering bass of the rave wrapped around Stiles like a living thing, vibrating through his chest, shaking the ground beneath his feet. Strobe lights flashed like lightning across the crowd—a blur of sweaty bodies, neon accents, and wild energy that surged with every beat. The air was thick with sweat, alcohol, and smoke, and it felt like chaos incarnate.

But none of that mattered to Stiles.

Because Y/N was here.

And holy crap, he looked good.

“Scott!” Stiles hissed, his voice barely cutting through the music. He grabbed his friend’s arm, nearly dislocating it in his urgency. “Scott! Look.”

Scott stumbled slightly, squinting in the direction Stiles was pointing. “Is that… Y/N?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s Y/N,” Stiles confirmed, his voice cracking slightly. “I knew he was lying. He said he was too busy, right? Those were his exact words. Too busy. But now he’s here, and—oh my God.”

Scott glanced at him, eyebrow raised. “Maybe he just didn’t want to come with us, man.”

“Okay, first of all, rude. Second, do you see him?” Stiles stammered, gesturing wildly toward the figure leaning casually against the bar. “Look at him! He’s a whole—he’s like—Scott, he’s a walking thirst trap.”

“Dude,” Scott sighed, already tired of this, but Stiles wasn’t listening anymore.

Y/N was there, drink in hand, the pulsing neon lights painting his skin in shades of purple and red. His dark button-down was halfway unbuttoned, hanging loose around his torso, and Stiles’ eyes zeroed in on the exposed lines of his collarbone, sharp enough to draw blood. His sleeves were rolled up, the veins on his forearms faintly visible in the light. But it was the shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of his abs—a sheen of sweat glistening faintly—that made Stiles’ throat go completely dry.

And then, the jeans.

They were impossibly, unfairly tight, hugging Y/N’s thighs in a way that made Stiles’ brain glitch like an old computer. When Y/N shifted his weight, Stiles’ eyes darted, unbidden, to the curve of his bubble butt, and a very inappropriate thought hit him like a truck: That’s not fair. No one’s butt should look that good in jeans. I could probably grab—

“Stop staring at his ass, Stiles,” Scott muttered, elbowing him hard.

“I’m not—okay, fine, maybe I was,” Stiles said defensively, snapping his head up to find Y/N’s face instead.

Only to find that Y/N was looking right at him, a sly, knowing smile curving his lips. Stiles’ heart stuttered violently, and Y/N gave the faintest tilt of his head before turning back to his drink.

“I’m dead,” Stiles whispered, running a hand down his face.

“You’re embarrassing,” Scott corrected with a smirk. “Let’s just say hi before you combust.”

As they pushed closer, the details of Y/N became sharper. Stiles could see the faint flush to his cheeks, the way his hair looked messily perfect, as though he hadn’t even tried. His posture was lazy, his body loose and relaxed in a way that screamed confidence. Stiles wanted to touch him—trace a finger down the bare column of his throat, drag his teeth against that stupidly perfect collarbone. Mark him, his brain supplied unhelpfully.

Stiles was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Y/N had turned toward them until it was too late.

“Hey, guys!” Y/N called, his grin wide and inviting. The music muffled his words, but they still hit Stiles like a punch to the chest. He had that lazy slur to his voice, the kind that said he’d already been drinking, and his smile was slightly crooked, his eyes bright with mischief.

“Hey!” Stiles blurted, far too enthusiastically. “You—uh—you’re here! You said you weren’t coming!”

Y/N shrugged, taking a long sip of his drink before leaning forward slightly, voice dropping to a teasing lilt. “Plans change.”

And then—he winked.

Stiles froze, his face turning a dangerous shade of red. Scott, mercifully, stepped in to save him. “We were just gonna look for Allison,” Scott said, his tone amused but casual. “You and Stiles have fun.”

Scott gave Stiles a quick thumbs-up before disappearing into the crowd. Stiles didn’t even have time to glare at him because Y/N stepped closer, his body brushing against Stiles’ arm.

“Come drink with me,” Y/N said, reaching out to grab Stiles’ wrist.

The contact burned in the best way possible—Y/N’s palm was warm, his fingers rough and strong. Stiles’ heart nearly leapt out of his chest as Y/N tugged him toward the bar, weaving through the crowd with a casual ease that made Stiles’ brain sputter.

They ended up with shots in their hands, Y/N grinning like he’d won something. “Cheers,” he said, raising his glass, his fingers brushing Stiles’ again in a lingering, deliberate way.

Stiles swallowed, his eyes locking onto Y/N’s. “Cheers.”

They downed their drinks, and Stiles coughed, the burn of alcohol scorching his throat. Y/N laughed, leaning into him as they both stumbled slightly. The motion brought their faces close, their foreheads nearly touching.

“Careful there, lightweight,” Y/N teased, voice low and warm.

“Careful yourself,” Stiles shot back, trying to sound confident even though his brain was short-circuiting.

The music shifted, deepening into something heavier, darker. Y/N turned toward him, his grin softening as he tilted his head. “Dance with me.”

Stiles barely had time to process before Y/N’s hands were sliding around his neck, their bodies aligning as though they were made to fit. Stiles’ own hands found Y/N’s bare waist, his fingers brushing over the smooth skin. He swore he could feel the heat radiating off Y/N.

They moved slowly at first, the beat thudding like a heartbeat beneath their feet. Stiles’ gaze dropped again—Y/N’s shirt was long gone, tossed somewhere near the bar, and all that was left was miles of skin and muscle, flushed pink from the heat and alcohol.

Teeth marks, Stiles thought helplessly. I want to leave teeth marks right there.

Y/N’s fingers curled into the nape of his neck, drawing him closer until their foreheads nearly touched. Stiles could feel Y/N’s breath on his lips, warm and faintly sweet.

“You’re staring,” Y/N murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Stiles didn’t even pretend to deny it. “Can you blame me?”

Y/N laughed softly, the sound barely audible over the music. “No,” he whispered. “Not really.”

Their movements slowed, more swaying than dancing now, the space between them nonexistent. Stiles tightened his grip on Y/N’s waist, his thumbs brushing slow, deliberate circles against the bare skin. Y/N shivered slightly under his touch, and Stiles grinned, leaning in just enough that his lips brushed the corner of Y/N’s jaw.

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath, his grip on Stiles’ neck tightening.

“I should’ve dragged you here sooner,” Y/N murmured, his voice soft but charged.

Stiles smirked, letting his hands slide a little lower, teasing the edge of Y/N’s waistband. “Better late than never.”

Y/N didn’t respond—not with words, anyway. Instead, he leaned in, their lips hovering dangerously close, the tension between them so thick it felt like it might snap.

And Stiles was perfectly fine with that.

He closed the distance between them, pressing his lips firmly against Y/N, his grip on the other boy’s waist tightening and pulling him closer - till they could completely feel each other. It was electric, the way they fit together, their bodies moving instinctively.

As Y/N’s hands held Stiles face, their tongues intertwining in a dance of its own, a feeling of euphoria rushed through him, like nothing else existed. Just the two of them, their breaths mingling and hearts pounding together in sync.

It was perfect.

When they finally pulled away, both boys were flushed, breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes. The intensity between them was palpable, and as they slowly began to regain their composure, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"That was... unexpected," Stiles remarked, chuckling slightly.

"You're telling me," Y/N replied, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks.

Stiles bit his lip, glancing up at him. "So, are we doing this?"

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.

Stiles smiled, leaning in and gently pressing his lips against the other boy's, before whispering, "Let's get out of here."

They left the club, their fingers intertwined and their hearts beating rapidly in anticipation. The air was cool and crisp, and as they basically ran down the street to Stiles’ jeep. The tension between them was growing with every passing moment, and it wasn't long before they wouldn’t be making it do bed.

Pushed against the jeep, Stiles Stilinski and Y/N, kissing hungrily. Y/N was pinned against the car door, their tongues fighting for dominance. They were both moaning loudly, and it was obvious that the sexual tension between them had grown too much.

"We're not going to make it to the bed, are we?" Y/N murmured against Stiles's lips, his voice breathy and heavy with lust.

"Hell no," Stiles growled, pulling y/n off the car, hurriedly slamming the jeep’s back door open. They fell into the backseat, their limbs tangling, and the next thing they knew, they were kissing again.

It was passionate and messy, the air between them filled with nothing but heat and desire. They were both panting and moaning, their hands roaming each other's bodies, exploring every inch. Stiles took a moment to pause and just admire Y/N … in his car … he was so ready to ravage that body.

“You’re drooling sexy,” Y/N said as he winked, sending Stiles a smirk.

Stiles wasted no time in dragging his lips down the other boy's neck, pushing the other on his back. His skin was warm and soft, and as he reached the collarbone, he bit down, drawing a loud moan from y/n, whose hands snaked their way grabbing & tugging at Stiles’ hair.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he breathed into y/n’s neck, running his hands over y/n's bare chest and torso.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his chest, and Y/N squirmed beneath him as the other’s tongue flicked across his nipple. He then moved to the other, sucking and nibbling. Y/N arched his back, letting out a string of whimpers.

"God, Stiles..."

Y/N bucked his hips up, desperate for some friction, but Stiles held him down, pressing him further into the car seat. His mouth continued its trail downwards, stopping to nibble at y/n's hip bones, biting, bruising and - marking.

Y/N’s already had a fucked out expression, one that Stiles was coming to love.

Y/N’s hands sneaked under Stiles’ t-shirt, roughly yanking it off.

“You’re sure getting needy,” Stiles said smirking as he dragged his tongue across Y/N’s v-line again, placing gentle kisses on the burning bruises, licking occasionally - making y/n arch his back his pleasure and pain.

"You're so good with your mouth," Y/N moaned, his eyes shut tight as his fingers tangled in Stiles' hair.

"Oh, trust me. You haven't seen anything yet," Stiles muttered, his voice low and husky.

Y/N let out another moan as he felt Stiles' fingers hook on the hem of his boxers, sliding them down painfully slow. Once they were discarded on the floor, he immediately turned the other around, gently smacking his ass.

Y/N gasped, a moan escaping his lips as the pain slowly turned into pleasure, making him rock his hips back, his cock rubbing against the leather seat.

"Fuck your ass is so juicy,” Stiles growled as his hands squeezed Y/N’s ass, spreading them apart. He leaned down, blowing gently against his hole.

"Please," Y/N breathed, his body shivering. "Stiles, please."

Stiles smirked and licked a wet stripe along the crack, tasting Y/N, hearing him moan loudly.

"Oh my God," Y/N panted, his fingers gripping the car seat. "Please, Stiles."

"Begging already, huh?" Stiles whispered, his voice dripping with lust. "You're so fucking sexy."

Stiles leaned forward again, this time letting his tongue slip inside. Y/N's legs shook, and he let out a long moan, his cock leaking onto the seat.

He continued to fuck the other with his tongue, his finger slowly creeping up the crack, teasing his hole, as his other hand grabbed y/n’s dripping cock.

"You taste amazing," he groaned, stroking the other.

"Fuck, Stiles, I'm gonna cum," Y/N whimpered, his legs shaking.

Stiles pulled away, his lips red and swollen.

"I don't think so, sweetheart," he said, his eyes glinting.

He flipped y/n around, pressing his lips against the other cock deep-throating it hungrily. Y/N's body arched, his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck STILES Oh MY GOD!” Y/N squealed arching his back as Stiles continued furiously bobbing his head, his finger gently massaging Y/N’s hole.

"Shit, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Y/N screamed, but Stiles had other ideas.

He quickly pulled his mouth away from the other, leaving him a whimpering, horny mess, as he pushed a finger into his hole.

"Please, please, I need to cum," he begged, his eyes pleading.

"You'll get to," Stiles promised, leaning down and sucking on his nipple.

Y/N was practically sobbing, his body convulsing. "Please, fuck me, please," he begged, tears streaming down his face.

"You're so fucking hot," Stiles muttered, pushing another finger inside.

Y/N cried out, his whole body shuddering as he came hard, his cum spraying all over his stomach.

"Fuck, that was hot, and I haven’t even gotten started yet," Stiles breathed, his cock twitching.

"Stiles," Y/N gasped, his chest heaving. "I need you to fuck me."

Stiles smirked, his hand running along the other's length.

"You're such a dirty slut, aren't you?" he teased, pressing his fingers into the other's entrance.

"Please," Y/N begged, his face flushed, with the most fucked out expression every, the kind that made Stiles’ hard on HURT even more.

Stiles pulled his fingers out, and pushed them in repeatedly, thrusting, and curving his fingers. Y/N was writhing and panting, his cock already hard again, his prostate sending waves of arousal through him.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer," Stiles growled, unbuckling his pants as he licked his lips.

Y/N got up, grabbing stiles arm pushing him down. Straddling him and rubbing his ass on his raging hard on.

"Fuck me, How are you so huge,” y/n said panting as the other positioned himself.

"You're the one who's going to take all of this," he growled, grabbing y/n by the hips.

Stiles bucked his hips, his tip prodding but not entering the other's hole.

"Fuck, stop teasing," Y/N said, his voice trembling.

"Beg for it," he whispered, his fingers digging into the other's flesh.

"Please, please, I need it, I want it, fuck, please, Please let me ride you! I want you I want you so bad," Y/N whimpered, his legs shaking.

Stiles gave him a wicked smile and slowly bucking his hips, entering the other with his tip, and slowly letting himself fill the other.

"Ah, fuck, you're so tight," Stiles moaned, his hands gripping the other's waist.

"Ah, ah, ah," Y/N whimpered as he felt the other fill him up, stretching his walls, his body tensing.

"Oh my god, fuck, you're so big," Y/N groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

"God, you feel so fucking good," Stiles grunted, his fingers digging into the other's hips, spanking his ass as hard as he could.

Y/N moaned, his eyes rolling back, his body shivering.

"Please, please, harder, fuck me harder, oh my god," he whimpered, his voice a low whine.

"I'll give you harder," Stiles grunted, spanking the other, as he began thrusting into the other with full force.

"Fuck, you're such a slut, aren't you?" he groaned, his nails raking across the other's back, unconsciously drawing blood.

"Oh, fuck, please, yes, fuck me harder, harder," Y/N begged, his body tensing, his cock throbbing.

"That's right, beg for it," he growled, spanking the other again.

Stiles’ hands moved all over y/n’s body, as if he was making a mental map of every inch of him - and now it all belonged to him. His fingers gently played with Y/N’s nipple, causing him to squirm.

"Fuck, you're so hot, so beautiful," Stiles murmured, his thrusts growing more erratic, y/n struggling to keep riding at such a pace.

"I'm gonna cum," Y/N panted, his body trembling, his toes curling.

"Not yet, not yet, I'm not finished with you yet," Stiles grunted, his grip tightening. As he pushed y/n onto his back.

"Wait, what, are you gonna-"

Before he could finish, Stiles was pushing the other's legs apart, his tip brushing against his hole.

"Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes," Y/N moaned, his body arching.

"Such a good little slut," Stiles said, grinning down at the other, his cock throbbing, as he entered the other's hole.

"Yes, yes, oh my god," y/n panted, his hands gripping the leather seat.

Stiles thrust deep and hard, his tip brushing against the other's prostate, causing him to scream, his whole body spasming.

"You like that, don't you?" he grunted, thrusting deeper, harder.

"Yes, oh god, yes, please, please, fuck, don't stop, don't stop," y/n begged, his body shuddering, his legs trembling.

"So tight, you're so tight, fuck," Stiles moaned, his hips slamming against the other, his balls slapping the other's ass, his grip on the other's hips almost painful.

"Harder, harder, fuck, fuck, please, fuck, oh my god," Y/N cried, his face twisted in pleasure, his cock dripping, as Stiles slammed his prostate with his thick 10 inches.

"Such a slut," Stiles grunted, his nails digging into the other's thighs.

"Yes, fuck, I'm your slut, fuck, I'm your dirty whore, please, I'm your fucking slut, fuck me, use me, oh my god, please, fuck, oh god," Y/N whimpered, his words incoherent, his mind spinning, his whole body shaking.

"I'm gonna cum," Stiles growled, gripping the other's hair, as he bit down hard sinking his teeth into y/n’s neck again -

| his thrusts growing erratic.

"Cum in me, cum in me, please, fuck, I want it, I want it," y/n begged, his legs wrapping around the other, pulling him closer, his hands clutching the leather seat.

"Take it," Stiles growled, thrusting his full length deep into the other's tight, hot hole, as he shot his load inside.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, oh god, fuck," Y/N panted, his eyes rolling back, his legs quivering, as the other filled him, his whole body shuddering with orgasm.

They stayed like that for a few moments, both of them panting, sweaty, and breathless, their bodies glistening in the dim light and sweat.

"Holy shit," Stiles finally managed to say, still not pulling out of the other, his cock still twitching, his breathing ragged.

"Yeah," Y/N panted, his eyes still unfocused, his face flushed.

"That was..."

"Fucking amazing," Y/N finished for him, grinning, his hair matted, his body drenched.

"Yeah," Stiles said, his chest still heaving.

"Yeah," Y/N agreed, his breathing beginning to steady.

"So, what do we do now?"

"Well, we could always go again," Stiles said, smirking.

"I like the way you think," Y/N said, laughing softly.

(Author’s Note: RINSE AND REPEAT BITCHES ! Thank you for reading ! This was originally written for my Stiles x male oc reader Story: ANOMALY. So please don't be shocked if I reformat and edit to put this smut into ANOMALY! THANK YOU FOR READING )

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[bajablastlover1]

the most unrealistic part of teen wolf was how no one wanted stiles

[uhhhj13iguess]

high with stiles headcanon:

stiles x reader thoughts

just want to smoke a joint with this pretty boy

masterlist

you would introduce weed to him one day in high school, saying you got it from danny or whoever and suggesting it as a way to calm down and take a break from everything going on around them

he would cough like a bitch at the first hit and definitely be one to pull a "I don't think I feel anything" and then sit in silence for a few minutes just to start giggling to himself

"what?" "oh, did I not say my joke out loud?" "no" "oh. i don't remember it"

it would become a secret little ritual for the two of you when you needed a break from reality, stiles looking forward to the alone time with you

stiles would be so quick to get paranoid at literally any noise or shadow he encountered

"what was that" "stiles, that was me sitting on the couch next to you" "oh"

which is funny, because he would also love to put on horror movies and curl up with you on the couch, jumping so hard at times that the popcorn would go flying

you two would get really into your adventures, wandering the woods and looking for clues to whatever was currently going on in the town

of course, that would be until he heard a branch snap (of his own doing, obviously) and called it quits

you would go on walks for hours, passing a joint between the two of you and pointing out different constellations and him telling you the different stories

firm believer he would get really into pranking scott when you were out of these walks, thinking it was the funniest thing in the world to ding dong ditch scotts house and run away cackling

"stiles, I'm going to call your dad!" "shit, go go go!"

he would get insane munchies, trashing the kitchen while making the wildest new concoctions and having you blindfold taste test them

he would also then lay on the couch and groan, complaining about how full he was

"I don't think I can ever eat again" "ditto" "... do we still have any oreos"

he would get so horny

I think the rush and feeling of getting high would get him so hard, and he'd have to will himself not to stare at you and drool

getting high would scramble his adhd riddled mind even more, causing him to jump from one thought to another at a more intense rate than normal

it would be his downfall

one night, both on his door steps and a joint in hand, he'd start rambling about something and get distracted by how you looked in the moonlight, shifting his rant to how much he liked you. he would get lost, absolutely going on about everything about you that was amazing to him

you'd stare back at him, just in awe as he spoke, and one thing would lead to another and you'd kiss him, thankful for the haze of the weed leaving you feeling bolder

after that, you guys would smoke and make out for hours, absolutely focused on how your lips felt against each other, and the buzz that radiated throughout your whole body

stiles had never been so happy to do drugs

[redroses07]

Just Friends // Stiles Stilinski

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

WC:1.7k

Summary: Stiles is struggling after being controlled by the Nogitsune, and he turns to you for help. But little does he know, it will turn your friendship into so much more. Takes place after season 3. (Allison isn't dead!!!)

Warnings: Swearing, angsty as fuck, sad Stiles, kissing, implied smut if you squint?, PTSD.

A/N: HI GUYS!!! I really like this fic and ofc I hope y'all will too! This is my first time writing about Stiles and I think I did pretty well! As always, enjoy!! And comments and reblogs are appreciated. P.S. lmk if y'all want me to do a part 2 where they tell their friends (Scott's reaction hee hee) - Claire ♡

After Stiles was released from the control of the Nogitsune, things seemed to go back to normal. Well, at least that’s what one would think from the outside.

The series of events had taken a severe toll on Stiles’s mental health, and even though he did a good job of hiding it, you were the one person who seemed to know what he needed.

It all started about a week after everything happened, it was the middle of the night and you were jolted awake by the sound of your phone buzzing by your head.

You were about to hit decline but then you saw it was Stiles and feelings of worry began to stir within you.

You quickly answered, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you forced yourself awake.

"Stiles, is everything okay?"

"Yeah...well not really. I hate to ask, but do you think you could drive over to my house. I just really don't want to be alone right now." Stiles's voice was groggy, and laced with exhaustion. The fact alone that he was asking you this made you immediately agree.

You hopped out of bed, not bothering to change out of your pajamas, slipped on your slippers, and you were on your way.

Your house wasn't far from Stiles's, about a five minute drive with no traffic.

You lived directly in the middle of him and Scott, being only a short distance from each. The close proximity was the main reason the three of you had stayed so close throughout your school years.

"Friends", that's all you and Stiles had ever been. Although, neither of you could deny the chemistry between the two of you, risking your friendship never seemed worth it.

It was on this night that all that would begin to change.

When you arrived at Stiles's house, he had left the door unlocked for you so you wouldn't have to fumble around with the spare key in the dark.

You found Stiles laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He looked lost in thought, his eyes rimmed with dark circles. It hurt seeing him look so drastically different from the Stiles you knew, and you wanted to do whatever you could to help.

You laid down next to him, your body facing his.

"Hey..." Stiles began, still staring at the ceiling.

"Stiles, what's going on? You know you can trust me with anything right?"

"Yeah...It's just a lot to put into words." Stiles's voice cracked, which told you that he was fighting tears.

You sat up and stiles copied the movement. You were now both facing each other, sitting legs crossed on his bed. You pushed aside the unspoken vow between the two of you and placed his hands in yours. Stiles's breath hitched, and you could tell he was avoiding eye contact with you.

"Take all the time you need, I'll listen to every word." you said softly.

"I know everyone thinks I'm doing okay, but I can't even function. I can't sleep without having nightmares. I can't eat or do anything without remembering all the awful stuff he made me do. I didn't know who else to tell except you. Scott has his own set of issues, and you're the only person I trust like this."

Stiles began to ramble, and your heart broke as he did. How had you not noticed earlier? Yes, it had only been a week, but you knew Stiles better than anyone. You felt like an awful best friend.

"I'm so tired, I just want to feel normal again." He could no longer hold back the tears, the dam broke and Stiles became a sobbing mess.

You pulled him into your arms with no hesitation, which only made Stiles want to cry.

"No, no I'm going to get your clothes all wet." Stiles protested trying to pull away, but you wouldn't let him.

"A few tears never hurt anyone." You said.

At that Stiles let himself fall into you, his body going limp with exhaustion. You tried not to cry along with him, wiping your burning eyes to prevent the tears.

"It'll be okay." You whispered as Stiles's sobs turned into sniffles. He finally looked up, his cheeks wet from the tears that had escaped his puffy eyes.

You did the only thing you could think of and gave him two kisses, one peck on each cheek. Stiles lips turned up in a small smile, his cheeks still turning red despite his current state.

"I think the first thing we need to do is get you to bed." You smiled, pushing Stiles's messy hair back.

He looks at you and nods without moving from your arms. You lean back on his bed, pulling him with you. You positioned yourself to where Stiles was resting on top of your body, his head pressed to your chest. You kept your arms wrapped around him, squeezing his body in an attempt to comfort him.

As you were settling down you heard Stiles whisper your name softly.

"Yeah?"

"Promise you'll wake me up if I'm having a nightmare?"

"I promise." You replied as you reached down and laced your fingers with his.

Stiles gave you a half-hearted smile in response, his puffy eyes glazed over from fatigue.

"Thank you." Stiles murmured, fighting sleep.

"Shhh." Was your only response as you traced your fingers along his back.

"I love you." It was an incoherent whisper, so much that you couldn't be sure of his words. But something told you you had heard correctly.

By the time you went to reciprocate the statement, the room was filled with Stiles's muffled snores.

You sighed and proceeded to fall asleep yourself.

Stiles slept through the night for the first time in weeks.

After that the trajectory of your relationship began to shift.

From holding Stiles's hand to remind him that everything was okay when you were with your friends, to staying up all night listening to him talk.

You rarely got to sleep at home anymore, but you didn't mind. You weren't far if you needed something, and it helped Stiles get a good night's sleep. Yet he would still apologize every time. "I'm sorry to bother you again.", "I promise this is the last time.", when in reality you were definitely okay with an excuse to spend more time with him.

You had become his anchor to reality, and Stiles could feel things beginning to look up with every day that passed.

Your friends picked up on it too.

"So, are you and Stiles together, or..." Lydia and Allison asked when they managed to corner you at your locker one day. It was a question you didn't know how to answer. Eventually landing on, 'it's complicated.'

"What's going on with you and Stiles, I'm starting to feel like a third wheel when we're together." It was a joke, but there was certainly some truth behind it.

You laughed it off and changed the subject, but didn't forget the comment that night when you and Stiles laid in each other's arms drifting off to sleep.

Surprisingly, it wasn't you who finally brought it up, but Stiles.

It was a Friday night, and the two of you were at your house instead of his.

"Shit, I forgot clothes to change into." Stiles said as he fumbled through his backpack.

"It's all good, I have a spare pair of clothes in my drawer for you." You replied, pointing to the dresser.

Stiles smiled and laughed, holding eye contact with you for perhaps a moment too long.

"You take care of so much for me, sometimes I feel like you're my wife." It was a casual statement, but it put you at a loss for words.

You laughed awkwardly, failing to come up with a reply.

Stiles could very clearly read your emotions, he pushed the drawer shut and walked back over to sit next to you.

You tried to calm yourself, but your heart wouldn't stop beating at what felt like an unhealthy pace.

"You're my best friend..." Stiles began, taking your clammy hands in his.

"You've done so much for me in the past few weeks, just like a best friend should; but I can't help thinking that this feels like something more."

You felt as if the world stopped. You knew this conversation would come, but definitely not now. Your brain seemed to stop producing thoughts.

"Please tell me I'm not imagining all of this. I know this is a lot at once, but Y/N I love you." Stiles's voice shook from the overwhelming nerves.

"I love you too." You spoke for the first time in minutes, it felt amazing after you had heard it fall from his lips that first night you spent together.

Stiles's eyes gazed into yours, and suddenly the feeling of just your hands touching wasn't enough.

You reached over and grabbed Stiles face, finally closing the gap between the two of you.

You pulled Stiles down as you did, his body landing on top of you sinking into the kiss.

You tugged on his hair lightly, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible. Stiles fell deeper into the kiss, locking your hands together and pressing your body further into the soft mattress.

After a few minutes of pure bliss you broke apart. The air that filled your lungs was both a blessing and a curse. You needed to breathe, but the absence of his touch only made you want him more.

Stiles hovered over you, the sound of his heavy breathing was the only thing you could hear over your own beating heart.

"So I take it you're not just my best friend anymore?" Stiles giggled, pressing his forehead gently against yours.

"Nope."

You gave a sly smile before pulling Stiles down by his shirt and connecting your lips once more.

[s0urw00lf]

Protectors: wolf’s bane

A Derek hale x reader story

Summary: y/n, Derek and stiles were tasked with finding out who it was that sent Allison the message that night in the school.

“Faster?” She asked checking her rearview mirror

"Much faster" Stiles replied looking out the back window at some hunter who was hot tailing them in Derek's car.

Y/n switched gears and pressed down a little bit more on the gas, "and he said id never step foot in the drivers seat" y/n muttered to herself.

"Y/n im not sure you're quite grasping the concept of a car chase" stiles said looking back.

"If she goes any faster it'll kill us" Scott said from the back, as y/n looked through her rearview mirror

"well if she doesn't they're gonna kill us" stiles argued back. He had a point so y/n pressed down harder on the gas's pedal.

Stiles kept looking back "hey they're gone" he said, making y/n check her mirrors again and she slowed down a little bit.

Stiles bought out a radio that y/n guessed belonged to his father. 'All units, suspect is in foot heading into the ironworks' the sheriff said. Y/n sighed speeding back up, quickly arriving at the location, stopping when she saw Derek crouching behind a machine. 'Get in' stiles said opening the door and hopping in the back. Someone from above them began firing shots at them and y/n was quick to pull off before he could even close the door.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott scolded from the backseat.

"Damnit i had him" Derek said ignoring Scott's comment.

"Who the alpha?" Stiles asked. "Yes! He was right in front of me but then the friggin police showed up" Derek said aggrieved.

"Woah, hey they're just doing their jobs" stiles was quick to defend and Derek practically glared him back into his seat

"yeah thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!" Derek said now glaring at Scott.

"Can we seriously get passed that? i made a dumb ass mistake, i get it but y/n didn't say anything" Scott whined.

"Hey i was in the middle of keeping you two plus the three additions alive while trying not to think about my boyfriend who was lying dead in the school parking lot. So excuse me for not being all that rational" y/n said defensively

"alright!" Stiles shouted from the back to shut everyone up.

"How did you find him?" Stiles asked.

Derek looked between Scott and stiles and shook his head brushing off the question. "Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott asked

"yeah both of us" stiles added, earning another glare from Derek.

"Come on der, share with the class" y/n muttered lowly, knowing everyone in the car heard.

"The last time i talked to my sister she was close to figuring something out, she found two things. First a guy named Harris-"

"our chemistry teacher?" Stiles asked interrupting Derek.

"Why him?" Scott questioned

"I don't know yet" Derek said

"and what's the second?" Scott asked.

"This symbol" Derek said as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and showed it to the two, as y/n had already known this bit of information.

Scott made a face that y/n caught through the mirror, "what? You know what that is?" She asked.

"I've seen it. On a necklace" He trailed off. Derek looked at him in confusion before Scott finished off his statement "Allison's necklace"

——————————-

" this is gonna be impossible you know" Scott says to y/n and stiles as they walk through the entrance of the school.

"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Stiles asks.

"And how is he supposed to do that?" Y/n asked.

"Easy ' hey, Allison can I borrow your necklace? To see if there's anything on it or in it? That can lead me to an alpha werewolf that i need to kill in order to get back together with you'" Stiles says. Scott smacks his chest "dude you're not helping" he says.

Stiles points to y/n "why cant you just ask to borrow it? You know girl code or whatever." Stiles asks waiving his arms in his usual manner.

Y/n looked at him as if he'd grown two heads "you want me to ask to borrow an heirloom that currently lies in the hands of someone I'm not even sure likes me, keep in mind said family hates me the previous owner especially, and if by chance i was to be seen with said heirloom id be shot in the heart with an wolfsbane laced arrow? No thanks" y/n said shaking her head before walking off.

A little later y/n came across Scott being threatened by Jackson, she groaned quietly stomping her foot before she walked up and grabbed him by his shoulder "hiya Jackson, i seem to recall where you got this little... scratch from" she said, pulling down the neck of his jacket slightly to get a better view of it.

"You don't happen to want another one do ya?" She asked in a sickly sweet tone.

Jacksons face mirrored someone who'd seen a ghost as he shook his head no. "Oh no? Well id suggest you run along then hmm?" She said pushing him forward and he hurried away.

"So he knows huh?" She asked folding her arms leaning against the lockers.

"Yeah" Scott said, looking worried. "Well let's hope I'm not assigned to him" she muttered walking away.

———————

Y/n followed stiles to where Scott was sitting at the lunch table, separating only so she could sit across from them.

“did you get it?" Stiles asked as he sat down.

"Not exactly" Scott answered, shaking his head

"Well what happened?" Y/n questioned as she sat her backpack on the ground behind her and plucked her phone out of one of the pockets.

"She told me not to talk to her at all" he said defeated.

Stiles took a huge bite of his chicken tender "so she's not giving you the neck-"

"she's not giving me the necklace" scott confirmed.

Y/n placed her head in her hand. "Scott what the hell did you do" she said, lightly banging her head on the table feeling defeated.

“I showed her photos of us from when we were together.” He stated as if it was obvious.

Y/n’s eyes widened in shock and slowly lifted her head up to look at Scott. “You did what?!” She all but shouted.

Scott and stiles looked at her confused.

She dropped her head to her hands and dragged them through her hair. “Scott she already feels bad for breaking up with you. Showing her those photos was just about the dumbest thing you could’ve done. Not only for the necklace but for your relationship.” She explained.

Scott groaned, letting his head fall back. “Okay well did you find anything else out?” Stiles asked still chewing his food.

Scott sighed “just that i know nothing about girls and that they’re completely psychotic.” Scott said defeated

“That’s high school for ya” y/n muttered.

”okay, well i came up with with a plan b just in case anything like this happened” stiles said

”what’s plan b?

“just steal the stupid thing” stiles said

”that’s what i thought he was gonna do in the first place” y/n said as she checked her phone for any messages from Derek

“can we try to at least get to Harris?” Scott asked, seemingly wanting to weigh out his options.

stiles shook his head “my dad put him under a 24-hour protective detail okay the necklace is all we got, steal it. Thank you.” He replied

scott sighed in defeat meeting y/n’s eye from across the table as she began packing up her things “look it shouldn’t be that hard, you’re a werewolf for god-sake just steal the damn thing” she said, standing up and walking out of the lunchroom.

——[time skip]——

When the last bell of the day rang, y/n met up with stiles, whom she'd asked for a ride since 1. Derek wasn’t supposed to be anywhere on school grounds at the moment, and 2. She wanted to see Noah before he went off to the parent teacher conference, which she didn’t have the best feeling about.

Y/n walked in stiles room, immediately sensing Derek’s presence, she looked at him in irritation “what the hell de-“ but the sound of Noah calling out for stiles cuts her off

“hey stiles!”

“yo da-erek” stiles faltered.

Derek's eyes widened and guestered for stiles to deal with his dad who was just outside the door.

Y/n listened to the exchange between the two stillinakis completely forgetting her intentions for coming as she stared at her careless boyfriend.

"What'd you say?"

"What? I said yo... D-Dad'."

"Uh, listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game."

"Uh, listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game."

"I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you."

"Oh, thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud... Of myself."

"So they're really gonna let you play, right?"

Yeah, dad. I'm first line. Believe that?"

"I'm very proud."

"Oh, me too. Again, I'm- oh." Noah goes to hug Stiles. "Huggie... Huggie, huggie..." Stiles trailed off awkwardly patting his dads back

“Alright see you there,” Noah said pulling away from his son

”take it easy” Stiles responded

Noah nodded, walking away before pausing “y/n how about coming to say hello next time” he said, and then took his leave.

y/n sighed as her memory had been re jogged

Stiles entered the room again letting out a sigh of relief as he closed the door, only to be pinned to it by Derek, y/n was quick to put herself between the two “Hey, cool it alright” she warned putting some distance between them.

She could handle the jabs all day long but as soon as it began to get handsy she wasn’t going to tolerate it. Y/n decided it was okay for her to move now and settled down on Stiles's bed. Derek quickly looks from y/n to Stiles and points to him

“if you say one word-“ he began but was quickly off by Stiles

“oh, what, you mean like hey Dad Derek hales in my bedroom bring your gun?” He asked sarcastically.

Derek doesn't say anything at his remark, realizing just how ridiculous it sounded. Stiles took that as his cue to keep going “Yeah that’s right, if I'm harboring your fugitive ass that means it's my house, my rules buddy” he said back handing Derek’s shoulder.

Derek nodded in response and fixed Stiles’ jacket, and Stiles did the same to him with a goofy grin on his face and walked away but jumped when Derek fake lunged

“oh my god!”

y/n let a laugh slip through her lips at Derek’s antics.

“Scott didn’t get the necklace?” Derek asked

”no he’s still working on it, but there’s something else we can try” Stiles answered

Catching both y/n and Derek’s attention, as she hadn’t known any of what he was talking about, Derek made a ‘what’ gesture telling him to elaborate.

“The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there,” Stiles said

”So?”

”So, Scott didn’t send it,” y/n said, slowly catching on to what Stiles was saying

”well can you find out who did?” Derek asked

“No not us, but I think I know of someone who can,” he said

—————

“you want me to do what?” Danny asked baffled

“Trace a text,” Stiles said casually ” I came here to do lab work-- that's what lab partners do.”

”And we will! ...Once you trace the text.”

“And what makes you think I know how?” Danny asked fidgeting slightly

“I had him look up your arrest report, so–“ y/n cut in

”I-I was thirteen. They dropped the charges.” Danny said defensively

“Whatever,” Stiles said pitching his voice up a few octaves

.“No, we're doing lab work.” Danny stated.

He then grabs a stool from somewhere near y/n and pulls it up beside Stiles, sitting down and looking at the computer.

Y/n watched Danny in amusement as he looked back to Derek who sat in a chair next to her, fake reading a book.

“Uh- who is he again?” He asked

“My cousin… Miguel” Stiles said, the laugh y/n almost let out would’ve had Derek death staring at her, so she decided against it

”he’s also my boyfriend, cute one isn’t he?” y/n asked teasingly

Danny nodded slightly “I guess,” he said feeling uncomfortable

Looking back at him y/n finally noticed the dried blood on his shirt, but before she Could cover it from Danny’s wandering eyes he spoke up

“is that blood on his shirt?” He asked

Stiles whipped around to see and Y/n winced, “Yeah, yes. Well, he gets this horrible nose bleeds” Stiles explained, y/n had never been prouder at how quick Stiles was to come up with a line than at that moment.

“Hey, Miguel?” Stiles said, turning to Derek. Derek lifted his head with a glare dead set on stiles. “I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts,” he said, gesturing to his dresser.

y/n watched in amusement as Derek slammed the book shut and began to take off his shirt, walk towards the dresser, and grumpily rummage through it for a shirt

”uh stiles”

“yes”

” This… no fit!” He said as he tugged at the shirt irritably

”then try something else on” Stiles stated obviously

y/n then got up and pulled a shirt out handing it to him with a small smile on her face, Derek squinted his eyes but pulled the shirt over his head

”Hey, this looks pretty good, what do you think Danny,” y/n asked turning to Danny who was not so discretely eyeing Derek

”Huh?”

”the shirt” Stiles confirms catching on to y/ns game

” It uh- it's not really his color” he answered timidly

“I agree,” y/n said inspecting the the shirt with a fake frown

Derek glared between Stiles and y/n before pulling off the shirt.

Y/n saw Stiles turn the computer to Danny

”you swing for a different team but you still play ball don’t ya Danny boy?”

”you’re horrible people”

”We know it keeps us awake at night, anyway about that text”

“Stiles! None of these fit!” Derek seethed frustrated

Stiles just looked from Derek to Danny with wide eyes

“I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text,” Danny said making Stiles lean back and throw his arms up in a quiet celebration

Y/n paced stiles while she waited for Danny to retrieve the information they needed

“There. The text was sent from a computer. This one.” Danny said making y/n walk behind them and peer over their shoulders

“Registered to that account name?” Derek asked

“No, no, no, no. That can't be right.”

Y/n frowned in confusion at the name she read on the computer

‘Melissa McCall’

——

“Did you get the picture?” Scott asked, voice ringing through the car as Stiles had him on speakerphone

” Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing.

“Hey, is there something on the back of it?” Derek asked after nearly yanking stiles arm so he could bring the phone closer to him

“I mean there's gotta be something-- an inscription, an opening, something…” y/n said from the back seat

“No, no, the thing's flat. And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line.” Scott said to Stiles, and just as his sentence finished y/n heard coach in the background

“Where the hell is Bilinski???”

“Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start…”

“I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him... tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks.”

“You're not gonna make it,” Y/n said grimly. She knew how happy he was when he got first line, and how happy Noah was for him

“I know,” Stiles responded with the same emotion

“And you didn't tell him about his mom, either,” Derek said

“Not 'til we find out the truth.”

“By the way? One more thing…”

“Yeah?”

Derek grabbed the back of stiles neck and rammed his head into the steering wheel

“Oh, God! What the hell was–“

“You know that was for. Go. Go!” Derek said, rushing Stiles out of the car.

he then looked back at y/n who raised her brows, “you wouldn’t dare” she said in a challenging tone.

“Oh just you wait” he replied with a smirk. Y/n raised her brows challengingly, making her way out of the car but Derek grabbed her arm

”where are you going?” He asked

” With Stiles, god forbid but if the alpha is in there he’s gonna need some sort of help” she explained

Derek faltered, “Just, just be careful ok?” He said

y/n smiled lovingly “Always am,” she said before closing the door

———

the pair had been walking around the hospital for 10 minutes

”yeah I said I can't find her,” Stiles said

”look, ask for Jennifer, she’s my uncle's nurse” Derek replied over the phone

”well he’s not here either-“ stiles said, making y/n look into the room in confusion \

”shit, stiles we gotta go. Now!” Y/n shouted just as Derek had confirmed her suspicions of Peter being the alpha.

Y/n looked to the side only to come face to face with Peter Hale.

“Good to see you y/n,” he said before looking over to Stiles” and you must be Stiles”

Y/n grabbed Stiles’ arm and began rushing away only to be stopped by Jennifer, peters nurse

”what are you doing here, visiting hours are over,” she said menacingly

stiles began to look back and forth between Peter and Jennifer “You.. and him… you’re-you’re the one who- and oh my- and he’s— oh, my god, I'm gonna die.” He said

“You aged beautifully” y/n sarcastically muttered to Peter

Y/n pushed him aside, just as Derek came behind her and punched the nurse unconscious

” That’s not nice, she's my nurse,” Peter said fainting a sad tone

“She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people, get out of the way”

”you think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?”

This set Derek off as he jumped at his uncle, who threw him into a wall.

Y/n wasn’t far behind, she sent a swift kick to Peter's stomach, knocking him off his feet. He was quick to regroup and grabbed y/n by her arm, flipped her over, and knocked her into the wall, much like he did that night in the school.

He then went over and picked Derek, (who struggled against his grip) up by his neck and began to drag him “My mind, my personality, were burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct.” He said before he dropped him.

“So what, you want forgiveness?” Y/n groaned from behind him kicking his feet from under him just as Derek sent a punch to his face.

Peter was back on his feet in seconds, grabbing Derek by his collar“ I want understanding.” He said before headbutting him and landing a kick to his stomach, sending him rolling back

“Do you have any idea what it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing, cell by cell?” He asked turning to y/n who stood ready.

He sent a kick her way but y/n dodged it, catching his foot and knocking him off balance with hers, she then got on top of hem and sent punch after punch to his face, just as she went to throw another, he caught her fist and headbutted her kicking her into the office desk so hard that it knocked her unconscious.

——

When she woke up she was face to face with a worried stiles

“Oh thank god, I though I was gonna have to hit you” he said

Y/n groaned at her ponding head, she looked around and frowned when she didn’t see Derek or Peter

Stiles must have seen it on her face because he immediately answered the question in her head

“He left with Peter” he said

Y/n frowned as tears came to her eyes, she was in a woozy state of mind and felt upset about Derek leaving and the pounding headache she had.

Y/n’s number one problem was how emotional she was when she was in pain.

Stiles panicked, having never expected to see his sister in this state of mind. He grabbed her and bought her in for a hug, telling her that everything was okay.

“Why’d he leave?” She asked sniffling, after a couple of minutes of slowly coming back to her right mind.

Stiles sighed beside her, now his arm rested on her shoulder “I don’t know” he said, wondering the same thing

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The Problem With Portals

Stiles Stilinski x Supernatural Fem!Reader

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Summary: Y/N is new to beacon hills but not new to constantly having to move. She only hopes for temporary stability and kindness from others when her past begins to catch up with her as it always does. Will she explain herself to the boy she's gotten the attention of, or will she move again to avoid destruction? (Characters in college)

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, piv, unprotected sex, breeding, begging, obsession, groping, angst, oral (m recieving), mentions of mental health struggles, mentions of violence, mentions of abuse, mentions of SA, mentions of NonCon, swearing, self-doubt, fem!reader, romantic smut, fluff

A/N: Coming back to rewatch MTV's Teen Wolf and falling in love with Stiles all over again so we had to do a smutty fic. It's heavily inspired by my love of fairy lore and cryptozoology as a whole... and of course... Stiles. Duh! Thinking of void Stiles as well. More to come, stay tuned. Please, enjoy!! And as always, i love all the support and appreciate all the interaction!! Cheers!

Word Count: 8k

THE PROBLEM WITH PORTALS

Walking into class late was the worst. You knew everyone's eyes would be drawn to you. Especially when you're the new girl, and not just the new girl, the creepy loner new girl with a sketchy checkered past who is also a supernatural being. So that's cool.

You could hear the other people snicker and whisper behind your back. The rumors they created in the absence of knowledge just basic human nature. They'd say you kept moving because you're violent, that you set your last school on fire, and that you were a killer. It wasn't your job to make them smarter, to explain yourself in any way. You liked it this way. If they thought you were unapproachable, it saved you time. No attention, no trouble. Trouble is what you've been trying to avoid, hence the reason you had to move. Again.

This was the second school this year. You had already grown tired of trying to make friends long ago after years and years, nor connections of any kind. There was no way for you to know if it was ever genuine anyway. Every man, student, and faculty member alike pined for you. The women hated you because their crushes and boyfriends' attention was always lured away. You were deemed a slut even though you never spent more than a few months at any school, not long enough to even get comfortable talking to someone let alone sleep with them. It was no fault of your own, just a by product of who you were.

Unfortunately for you, your secrets weren't as simple as the others had postulized. You wished you were "kicked out of your last school for inciting violence." However, that wasn't actually the case, just what's written on the transcripts. No, the male population went berserk fighting over who would get you as if you were a prize to be won. It caused a fire to erupt from the violence that ensued. The school was going to blame you anyway, but you moved once again due to the pressing dangers.

They were drawn to you, wanting to posses you. Their eyes void of emotion, just blank. You felt like you were being hunted every day of your life. No one could ever know or understand your truth. Your family wasn't like other families. You felt you stood out like a sore thumb. You did everywhere you went. Why would Beacon Hills be any different?

Your presence caused chaos amongst men. An incomprehensible obsession like a trance would take over, drawn helplessly to you. It led to trauma from your past. Men had tried to kidnap you, assault you, or worse, try to kill you if they couldn't have you. Always controlled by some unknown urge you didn't even understand. Friends, teachers, doctors, neighbors, if they were human, they couldn't resist your pull. It was a curse. You just wanted to be normal, to live a normal life. Have friends, go on dates, to know what it's like to have something in common with someone... anyone. Scarier even were the creatures that hunted those like yourself. Wanting to steal you vitality, your essence, and use you as a conduit between worlds. An ever-present fear.

Your mother had told you about the creatures of the woods and the woods themselves before her untimely passing, and the part it plays in your identity. "Y/N," she said. "We were born to the trees. We live our lives amongst them while we're here. That's why you love nature. it's within you as a nymph to be drawn home. The trees are the closest we can get for now. " She went on to explain that the reason why human men suffer this fatal attraction to them is because they are not of this realm. Their beauty alone is too powerful for this world. It's unnatural. The things a Fae is calable of here are just survival traits in their natural realm and too much for humans to bear. They are rendered helpless, weak, and unable to understand their urge. But the window to their plane was closed long ago. Your mother was long gone, no family to speak of. You only had your deity guardian. She spoke in riddles and had become increasingly weak to the point that you were now her caregiver. It was hard. She was all you had, all you knew, the only true protector. As a nymph cursed to the mortal coil, it caused so many divides in your life. You stopped trying to please anyone, stopped trying to have relationships, whether platonic or romantic. You did your best not to be perceived. Easier said than done when you are late to class and have to walk in front of everyone.

You walked down the aisle, avoiding prying eyes, holding your books close to your chest as you chose a seat near the back. It was only your first week here, and already you could feel this place was different. Still, your problems always seemed to follow. Not just the unwanted attention, but the missing time and missing memories, waking up in the woods, people disappearing, and the mushrooms and flowers that sprouted at your feet as you walked, creating cirlces in the mulch. You were always quick to make sure they never encirlced you. It always left you worse off, made you dizzy, feeling like you were torn between two worlds, neither here nor there. Still not truly understanding what it all meant.

As you took a seat in the back, an announcement came over the loud speaker. It said something about missing persons and the power of numbers and a possible curfew to be updated by the sheriff. It was starting again. Two boys sitting in front of you spoke in hushed voices in what seemed like a serious conversation. You couldn't help but overhear. "That's two this week, Scott!" The boy on the left said. "I told you it was something! But its different this time, theres no trace of them, its something new." He stole a glance looking over his shoulder, catching your gaze before returning to his conversation. You quickly shot your eyes down. He was remarkable. He had a lean build, brown hair with a buzz cut, and deep brown eyes that burned a hole through you. His friend he was talking to 'Scott' he had said was of similar height, more athletic build with longer black hair, you couldn't see his face yet. Something about him was darker, though. You could sense it. You twirled a pencil on the desk pretending not to listen. "Stiles! Something you'd like to share with the class?" The professor interrupted. The boy who caught your gaze, Stiles, the teacher, had said, shook his head and stammered unexpectedly. "Uh no, no." The professor turned back to their lecture as he again turned to his friend in a hushed voice."I did some research on portals, and we gotta figure this out, man. i have an idea. Later." he whispered. His friend looked over his shoulder. A smoldering gaze caught your eye before he turned back to Stiles and nodded in affirmation. The gazes felt targeted, but you couldn't be sure it was just your default thought as your own mechanism of protection against others. Class continued on without much excitement. You wondered to yourself, who those guys were, aside from their names, how did they expect to find the missing students? They had no idea what they were dealing with. Although, a noble effort, you hadn't even managed to figure this out yet, or you'd be able to maybe stay in one place.

You rushed out of the back doors, avoiding the crowds using the front. You wandered over to your favorite reading spot for respite amongst the trees that lined the field. You walked past the lacross team, filling the open space. Equipment strewn everywhere as they practiced. You noticed two familiar faces from class earlier. Stiles and Scott were on the field. You sat in a pile of leaves, quickly encircled by oily caps, and babies' breath starting at your feet. You didn't mind. You were distracted today. The woods were a buzz, leaving your skin tingling. You couldn't lie to yourself, stiles had a certain air about him. Something you couldn't quite define, but drew you in nonetheless. You tried to shake the thoughts out of your head as you picked up your book but found yourself watching him again.

Of course, you always wanted a relationship, some kind of connection. Craved it for years and years, but it was never real. It was lonely. As much as you would push yourself from the thought and remiss to just being ok alone, a part of you still yearned for companionship for a somewhat social life in any form. What it must be like to have someone who sees you for you, who knows who you are in your heart and not what they see or can't understand. You watched as they one by one took turns shooting goals. Something about him, you thought. He looked at me but didn't see through me. His eyes didn't immediately glaze over into that half lidded trance of a stare. But he was human, you thought, what kind of human could resist that urge. You felt a mixture of shame and interest, wanting to know more, wanting to know why. You caught Stiles looking in your direction quite often. You chuckled when the coach called him out on it, demanding, "Keep your eyes on the prize, Stilinski, or you'll be back on the bench!" He seemed unphased by the coaches words only a quick head nod before pulling his mask back down and turning to aim.

After a while of watching, you were able to find the strength to zone out in your book. You were unsure how long you had been there, but the sun had already begun to set over the lining of the trees. You gathered your book bag and started making your way off the field. There were still a few people from the game lingering on the field as you neared to pass. You saw the two you had been watching from class earlier. Scott was sitting down on a bench, removing his safety gear while Stiles stood in front of him, holding his helmet with one hand and wildly gesturing with the other. Scott looked up to see you heading in their direction, book in hand clutched to your chest. He looked at Stiles and motioned toward you. Stiles immediately shot a look back and turned back to his friend. They both stopped speaking and watched as you passed. It made you feel nervous, but they didn't follow. You were thankful yet perplexed. Unusual behavior, not typical of what you were used to. It was nice in a way, but it made you question things a little more deeply.

Upon arrival at your home, you went to check on your guardian. She was in her room in a chair facing the window. She was like this every day. You thought you would try and speak with her today. Maybe get some answers about this place. "The woods here feel different." You spoke. "They feel electric almost, everytime i step within them, my skin buzzes and mushrooms and flowers grow around me, but not like before, the windows open right away! It's like, theres a power here I can sense but can't see. What is this place? Why did we move here?" You asked, hoping to get answers and not riddles. Something with meaning, something tangible bit knowing you wouldn't. "We came for the trees, dear." She said blissfully. "The trees and water that run through the woods in Beacon Hills is special to us. Revitalizes us and invigorates our true being. Beacon Hills is a place of much power. It draws to all supernatural creatures alike." She said without ever looking away from the window. "The claws, teeth, and scales of this place do not fear us. Isn't it nice?"

Your jaw nearly dropped. She spoke in a way that actually made sense to you. No riddles, full sentences. Her posture remained the same as well as the look on her face. But something was different. Perhaps it was the trees, perhaps it was this place? A hot spot for the supernatural? Was it somewhere you could stay? Where people weren't affected by us? As if reading your mind, she spoke once more. "They are the only ones who can tolerate us. Them, and sometimes those close to them who have opened themselves up to our world and have been touched by the other side. We still deal with present dangers from typical humans, so it's best to still keep a distance." The conversation ended abruptly with your guardian motioning to her bed. You helped her in, watching her gaze never leave the window.

You wished her a good night and headed to your room. Your mind weighed heavily on what she had said. Still, it changed nothing. People were still going missing. You knew it was because of the fairy rings that sprouted at your feet in the woods. It created the windows, the overlap of worlds, and people were walking in and not coming out. You didn't know how to stop it, never did. If this place was truly a supernatural persons territory. Perhaps there were those more knowledgeable than you on this. Perhaps there were others like you, nymphs who understood and controlled their reality, lest your guardian really started communicating. Something you didn't count on.

Your rest was tinged with excitement and anxiety. You could use this information to deduce who was a supernatural and who wasn't in a way. All you had to do was see how people reacted to your presence. It was all in the eyes. Those two boys in class, they had barely paid any attention to you, and your mind wondered what they could be. What kind of creatures inhabited Beacon Hills? Were they fae friendly? What if they found out the recent disappearances were because of you? How would they react? Would they help, or would they hunt you as well?

This morning, you skipped reading and headed straight for class sitting in the back again. As students poured in the class, you looked for the faces you had become familiar with but only saw one. Stiles entered and threw his bag down on the seat next to him in front of you. You pretended not to notice as he stole glances at you over his shoulder. You were in class, but he was studying you, your every move. As uncomfortable as this made you, it was nice as it wasn't paired with the crazy eyes that usually came with those glances. He seemed nice, a welcome feeling.

The professor announced that everyone needed to pair up. This was the worst. You would obviously rather work alone. Before even looking up from your textbook, the boy in front of you 'Stiles' turns around and speaks to you. "Wanna team up? Names Stiles by the way, " he said while turning in his seat and leaning a hand out over the back. You glanced at his face, then to his hand. A look of bewilderment must have crossed your face and been obvious as he immediately shrunk down and pulled his hand back, tightening his lips and shaking his head, mumbling something under his breath.

You had never seen reactions like this from men. They were always so confident in their approaches to you, running off pure pride with a gluttonous need for you. They way he acted was endearing. You felt your face soften as you tried to respond. "Im sorry, im just not used to people being nice to me. Im Y/N. You want to come sit here or me there?" He nearly fell out of seat at the words, frantically scrambling to grab his books and backpack to sit next to you. He did so in a huff before pulling his seat close and settling. You watched in amusement as he picked up items that fell in his haste. He was cute. You felt a smile touch your lips. How long had it been since you could smile? You thought.

After he had sat, he turned to you, saying, "I find it hard to believe no one's nice to you." he said in an awkwardly flirtacious way. "Really?" You say. "Have you not heard what people say about me? How certain people look at me?" His face went blank, and he looked away as if thinking of a response. He stammered. "Well, I think some people are bored... and being new and so uh... yeah... uh yeah, they're just you know, dumb." A smile crossed your face. "Wow, truer words have never been spoken," you chuckled sheepishly.

You two spent the rest of class working on an electrophoresis lab stealing glances at each other. The casing kept leaking buffer. You joked about the electric current, possibly shocking you, knowing it wouldn't. Electricity acted differently around you. Still, he took the lead, sensing your apprehension masked as a dark joke and carefully connected the currents. It was straightforward and pretty simple after that, yet you struggled with measurements for whatever reason. Perhaps it was molecule size. No matter what you thought. His presence was reassuring. He spoke kindly to you. You found yourself wanting to scoot closer but holding back. He was adorable, the way he focused when working sticking his tongue out as his thoughts coalesced into words on a page. You watched in admiration. You haven't liked a guy like this in so long, always avoiding that potential pain, not wanting to put yourself or others in danger again. There was just something different about him.

"So, i heard you talking with your friend yesterday about the missing students. What do you think happened?" His eyes widened, and you immediately felt intrusive. "Yeah, you uh, heard that, huh? Well, it's been sort of an 'ongoing' issue. My friends and I are just trying to get to the bottom of it before it's one of us, " he said while tapping his pencil to the desk, head cooked, and a thousand yard stare. "I hope you find them." You spoke thoughtfully in a hushed tone. You felt the weight of your words as they left your lips. You felt terrible, but knew there was nothing you could do except maybe move again. But you were starting to like it here. That was always the way it went. Even if this place did feel different.

You watched him, his mannerisms. Trying to figure out what he was, how he withstood the urge so many have around you. He fawned over you. Sure, you could tell he had an attraction. You could see it in how you made him act, how he reacted to you and around you. You had gotten really good at reading people. He was a bit harder to read just because you weren't used to this behavior, so far from the norm you had adjusted to for so long. After having dealt with false attraction many times before, you could tell he was genuine. This is just how he was. Silly, awkward, caring, and kind. It was refreshing. It almost felt unreal, the conversation flowed, and there were no innuendos or comments about your body or beauty. It was like a breath of fresh air. He was boisterous and cracked jokes. His humor dry, sometimes dark. You found yourself laughing, actually laughing with him. He was sweet, funny, charismatic even, and his smile made you melt.

It was tricky, knowing your nature, you could be just as entranced with the humans as they were with you, however dangerous it could be. But you could feel your longing within you like a being of its own, inhabiting your mind, body, and spirit. Begging for the day to see the light. That day so far, has not come. With age, that desire only grew, causing friction within the confines of your own mind.

The bell rang, and you gathered your things when his voice spoke out. "Hey, do you wanna come over after school today and study? Maybe work on some of this stuff? I could uh, really use the help." You examined his expression, feeling uneasy and not fully trusting his intentions. Yet, you found yourself nodding in agreement despite your ever-present worries and fears. His face remained as it did when he asked you, eye brows raised, lips parted, awaiting your response as he shifted his books in his hands and straightened his backpack straps. "Yeah? Ok, yeah." He said in surprise. "I live just a block over from you. Meet me after school?" A block from me? How did he know, did he follow you yesterday? You shrug your shoulders, pushing your thoughts back. "Sure sure," you mumble. As if sensing your trepedation, he blurted out, "My dads the sheriff. So, you dont have to worry or anything... if you are... worried," he fidgeted, turning his head rubbing his face in frustration as if he embarrassed himself. He avoided eye contact with you, and stammered when he spoke to you, perhaps your presence did make him uncomfortable, but it was in a way you haven't seen before, not in any type of hypnotized state. It intrigued you. You found yourself excited at the thought of a friend possibly, maybe more?

It felt intimate. He was inviting you to his home. Just you two. Was this a date? You'd never been on one, never being asked sincerely, so you always declined. It's easier to avoid disappointment, right? Especially if it could have led to your potential assault or possible death. There were creatures out there that wanted to kill people like you. Something you still didn't fully understand but remained aware of that potential danger. No one has ever wanted to spend time with you other than to possess you. You had to see what it was like and took full advantage of that opportunity. You thought, why not? His dads the sheriff, what's the worst that could happen? You didn't finish that thought because you already knew but hoped for a better outcome this time.

Stiles had handed you a folded note with four numbers scrawled across the inside. His home address he lamented. "Look for the blue jeep," he said as you left for home. You wanted to drop some things off before heading over. Make yourself presentable. You never wanted nor ever needed to dress any other way than comfortable. You weren't even sure you had anything that could be considered cute or attention getting. You changed, opting for a pair of black joggers, white sneakers, and a white tank top. The only thing you had that was somwhat revealing, but only in the way it fit your shape and peeked out with a bit of cleavage. Everything you owned was to avert the male gaze. You felt bold wearing it. You felt actually comfortable, not like the loose fabric you normally hung from your slender frame. You threw on a black pullover hoodie to cover yourself. Force of habit, plus, there were still people outside your home you would rather avoid. Knowing that loose clothing was a ruse, truly no one even needed to look at you to be pulled into your gravity. If you were close to them, they felt they needed you.

You walked over, breathing shallowly, not knowing what to expect, but a feeling of anticipation laced each step you took until you reached his front door. You reach a hand up while your mind second guessed whether you should be doing this or not. Your knuckles rapped on the wood four times. You took a step back to wait. You could hear Stiles somewhere inside yelling he was coming, followed by running steps that got louder as they crashed towards the door. The door swung open inwards, Stiles stood with his arm extended, out of breath but smiling.

You timidly raise a hand in a shy wave, feeling like you interruped him in the middle of something. "H-Hey. Come in." He led you through a hall to a room in the back on the left. His room presumably. He stepped in first clutching papers and books off the surface of his discheveled looking bed. "Sorry, I was trying to clean this all up before you got here," he said while trying to collect all the items at once. "That's ok," you respond. "Wow, you really do study a lot, huh?" You said. There were school books on his bed as to be expected, but there were a few interesting choice books you observed him quickly put away out of your view on a shelf behind him. "Weird World Compendium, Cryptozoology 101, and one titled Lycanthropy." Surely he didn't get those from the library. Perhaps it was some sort of project. You tried not to think too hard about it after what your guardian had said. This place was supernaturally charged. Maybe some humans were interested in that sort of thing. Although in your experience it's always been a topic that's more hush-hush.

You sat cross-legged in the spot on his bed he had cleared off and smoothed over for you. Settling in and opening your backpack to bring out your notebook. He sat next to you on the opposite side of the bed, legs outstretched as he placed a book and notes in his lap, searching through the papers. While he gathered his notes, you took the time to take off your hoodie, lifting your arms to pull it up off over your head. It pulled your hair tie out in the process. When you pulled it off fully, your hair covered your face, falling in long locks about your face. You brushed them away, smoothing your hair back as it fell to the sides of your face. You looked for your scrunchie in your hoodie where it must've gotten tangled. When you found it and went to put it on your wrist, you looked up to see him staring at you. A perplexed look tinged with want. It's as if he was looking at a beautiful deadly creature. Scared, yet highly intrigued. You watched his eyes scan your body until he met your eyes, and immediately, he turned beet red. You could feel your face flush as well. Both of you averted your gaze. Too self concious to address the tension in the air. So you both continued on studying like nothing happened. Engaging in light conversation and school talk. The actual studying only lasted a half hour.

You two went over your notes together quickly and then started talking. A few things that caught your attention that he said were about the woods, something about the history of the woods in Beacon Hills, super vague. Although he was cryptic as well, like there was some truth he was holding back. He asked about your move and why you chose Beacon Hills, "the weirdest place you could have chosen," he'd said. You told him your family who you stayed with moved a lot for work. A lie. You had no family, just your guardian, that and you would never truly divulge the reasoning. You'd sound insane to any somwhat sane person. Stiles seemed to be a sane person, a very hyperactive one, and a total smartass, but sane nonetheless. You enjoyed his energy, really, so you didn't want him not to like you. A thought you've never thought before. Perhaps he knew more than he let on. After all, he did talk about helping his friends find the people that went missing. You knew he wouldn't even know where to start unless he had some sort of supernatural inkling. Perhaps that's why he was able to still remain himself around you.

You stood to stretch, arching your back and sliding your hands down your backside as you did, trying to crack out a few knots from sitting on the bed. There was a large empty whiteboard in his room that was pretty hard to miss. Curiosity stole your attention away from him as you wanted to see what was on the other side, if anything. As he went to put his notes away, he looked up to see you flip the board. It was covered in intertwined strings, pictures, and what looked like newspaper clippings. It looked like complete chaos. You stepped closer to observe the images only to see a picture of you, images of the fairy rings, and old articles from schools you attended in the past. "Teen incites crowd violence at UNI leading to fire," one had read. Another stated, "At risk youth terrorizes fremont school district and local community" and "Local youth suspected in missing peoples case and 10 year cold case involving family disappearance." mentally, you remark at the headlines. They were all about you, your past, and they were not only wrong and super sensationalized, but outright mean you thought.

A look of worry and lost hope immediately plagued your features. Survival instinct kicked back in, and you were immediately aware of the bad decision you had made. Your heart began to race, and your palms got clamy. You could feel a low humm of electricity burning from within. He knew it was you, how easily you fell for it this time. Shame and fear filled the pit in your stomach. Stiles saw you remarking at his 'crime board'. He immediately went to try and grab the articles off to cover the evidence he had infact been following you. Researching your past. Why? Did he want you dead like some? The thoughts raced through your mind in a blur of negativity. Is that why he was asking the questions he was? Realistically, and even more painful, was the realization that he knew it was you or had something to do with you. The reason people were missing people he knew.

"No, no no no. It's not what it looks like. Just. Just let me explain," he insisted. You had turned to him with the article stating, "Menace linked to missing people," with tears welling in the corners of your eyes. It felt like betrayal. These feelings you were so used to and built yourself up to avoid, here again. Because you dropped your guard! "What are you?" You asked. "How are you like this? Are you a satyr? A changeling?!" You all but screamed at him. Fear, clear, and present in your voice. You were scared and hurt. He stood frozen looking at you, mouth agape. He tried to speak, unable to find the words. How could he be shocked at your reaction, you thought. The evidence was here, all of it, his research on you and the "portals" he talked to his friend about. It was embarrassing, demoralizing, and hurtful. "Uh-im..im a human being," he spoke in a broken sentence, unsure how to respond to that question. Human? How? How could he be, knowing what he knows? You look up from the article in your hand, tears streaming down your cheeks. Presented with everything you had tried so hard to get away from. "Why did you invite me here?" You spoke through breathy gasps. "I thought for once someone actually liked me. So I'll just go," you said in a hushed breath. You dropped the paper and turned for the door when you felt his hand on your arm.

"Dont go." He said defeatedly. You turned to face him, to confront him. "I-I do like you. Okay? I do. I just didn't know how to say it, to tell you, i'm scared." He said, stepping closer to you and grabbing your shaking hands. "Please let me explain." You looked up at him examiningly. Taking stock of his features, observing his body language. He appeared to be truly apologetic, especially when confronted with your tears. You quickly wiped them away, no weakness to be seen. "You do?" You said, seeking his validation and reassurance. "Why?" You asked. The question perplexed him. Why wouldn't anyone like you? They all did, well, only in that possessive way.

"Why?" He repeated, chuckling nervously as you tried holding his gaze. He would look down, then back seeing you were still looking into him."Yeah, why? You see all this about my past. People are disappearing around me, right? Why would you like me at all?" You questioned him. "Look, I can tell you put on a hard front, but when we were working together, I could see that wasn't who you were. I was cautious sure, a lot of crazy stuff happens here, you have no idea. I'm just trying to help my friends, I thought what I was doing was right, and I thought you could help." he said candidly. He spoke calmly and directly, unlike his usual cadence, taking your feelings seriously. "So what did you find out?" You ask him, gesturing to the board. Tone still firm yet softening. "That you're not what people say you are. That you are not those articles. And yes, youre fucking gorgeous". He gestured at you. "but youre kind, and... good."

His words poured over your fresh wounds like a pain killer. Numbing the hurt, a lovely feeling. You looked him in the eyes, a gaze he returned purposefully. "Im sorry i hurt you, it wasn't my intention, and I will take all the time you need to explain everything, you desrve that." The words he spoke were foreign to you. An apology. Bare minimum, but something you've never received in all your past traumas. Not once did anyone take the time to validate and quell your negative feelings they caused.

Without thought and acting upon pure emotion, you leaned in and kissed him. Pressing your lips hard to his. You pull away just as quickly. Too forward, too much you think to yourself. What have you done? You look to observe his face his reaction. His eyes still closed, and his lips still perched. After a moment, realizing you pulled away, he opens his eyes and looks down at you. Letting go of your hands he steps forward to you once more, leaving no space between you. He grabs your face a palm on either cheek and pulls you in for another kiss. Returning your affections heartily.

He pushes himself against you, holding your face in his hands as your lips continue to collide, tongues roaming and exploring, teeth clashing as he breathes heavily through his nose. A soft moan escapes your mouth as you bring your arms around his neck. He then slid his hands behind your back, pulling you closer to him. You reveled in his embrace. It's so warm and inviting. There was no pressure, no obsession. It felt natural, a feeling never shared with a human before, or any being for that matter you thought.

Something came over you, or rather melted away. The fear, the worry about being around him, all but vanished in his embrace. It didn't feel forced or like possession. Just pure chemistry. Your kiss led you to the edge of his bed where your knees buckled and you fell backward. You grabbed Stiles' hand, pulling him on top of you. He was clearly nervous but happy and more than willing to participate, his breathing was fast, hands shakey as he placed one on the side of your shoulder and grabbed under your thigh with the other raising your leg up.

He spread your legs apart with his knees, scooting closer. He continued kissing you, circling your toungue with his. The electricity in your core buzzed furiously beckoning to you in unintelligible whispers. Everything spun out of control so quickly. His hands roaming your body, lightly caressing your abdomen, sliding his fingers underneath your top. His fingers left traces of vibration on your skin. You wondered if he could feel it, too. The exhiliration filled your senses, taking over rational thought as your hands roamed his body. You could feel the stillness in his pants as your soft movements brushed up against him, eliciting small gasps of breath through his teeth.

He stopped suddenly, pulling away. You looked on pleadingly, searching his face for a reason. His face was soft as he expressed concern. "Only if you want this," he said. You nodded almost as he spoke, sitting up on your elbows and meeting him with another kiss. "I do, please," you said with eybrows raised and puffy glistening lips. He relaxed and leaned into the kiss once more, pushing himself against you.

You put both hands under his sweater. He quickly shrugged it off his head, pulling it from his shoulders. You lifted up your tank top, sliding it off as he did, then unhooked your bra, dropping it to the floor next to the bed carlessly. When he looked back down, a smile curled on his lips before biting them and returning to kissing you. He took a moment to bury his face between your breasts, inhaling you deeply before using his tongue to lap at your hardened nipples, the cold air on your wet skin making you shiver under his touch.

The heat rising in your body matched the warmth in your psyche. A true gentleman he had been. Asking for consent was unheard of for you. Most just took what they wanted, turning you off of the whole idea of intimacy. But Stiles was different. You felt yourself softening under his touch. His words soothed the darkest corners of your abused mind.

His body was ridgid and warm against your torso. You could feel goosebumps rise across the flesh you touched upon his back. He quivered with every embrace. Your hand slipped down to his waistband, where his belt sat. You slip a finger just inside, trailing it against his skin left to right as you gently tug. He meets your gaze, and you smile up at him innocently. He quickly stood once more, chucking off his shoes carlessly. One landed on his desk, and the other hit the wall. You chuckled lightly. He was so eager. As he gathered his bearings to pull his pants down, you grabbed hold. "Let me," you say while grabbing his hands. He nodded in agreement, running his fingers through your hair as he curiously watched.

You undo his belt and pull the strap through each belt loop until it hits the floor, followed by the button, then the zipper until you pulled down his pants to reveal him. His boxers stood tented. He sucked in a breath as you slid the pants over his length. You could see partially through the hole in the boxers that his hardness exaggerated, almost poking out. You removed them carefully, sliding them down to the floor. His length stood at full attention and laid against his abdomen, a burning red. You run a hand over his chest, moving down and tracing the lines on his hips that led to his cock. He twitched under your touch, so did his cock. Perhaps it tickled.

You looked up at him as you claimed him, holding him firm within your grasp. His hands moved to the back of your head where he gathered your hair into one hand. You watched his reaction as you ran your tongue across the tip, collecting the precum that had coated him. His jaw dropped as he gasped at your intimate touch, eyes watching in awe as you took him into your mouth. You circled your tongue around his head before pushing further down, forcing him past your lips. Coming up and then forcing him down again, stretching your throat and causing you to gag. Tears streamed down your face as he began pushing you further onto him, wrapping your hair in his fist as his other hand held lightly under your chin, caressing your throat. He met every movement of yours with his own thrust. Drool began seeping from the corners of your mouth before dripping down your chin and onto your chest.

He pulled your head back, his hand still intertwined in your hair. His other hand grabbed your chin, using his thumb to wipe the drool from your face. He then slid his finger into your mouth, rubbing your tongue and pushing on it before moving his other finger inside, shoving them in and out of your mouth as you helplessly looked up at him. You heard a low hum form in his chest before he placed both hands on your shoulders, pushing you down gently. You follow his lead, sliding back just enough to give him space to put his knees between you.

Stiles scooted between your legs, using his hands to grip the seam of your panties and pull them downward and off of your legs. Slipping them so softly off of your body, placing them on the bed beside him. He then grabbed your hips, pulling you flush against him, his length stood at your entrance. Pushing against your slit, covering him in your slick as he leaned in for a kiss.

You prop yourself onto your elbows, meeting his lips with your own. His length throbbing against you, you found yourself slowly grinding against it. Wanting him more than you've ever wanted anyone in your life ever. The passion and intesnse pressure burning you from within. You felt a deep pressure well within you, an unstoppable urge to fulfill.

You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer, feeling him nearly penetrate you. A soft moan escaped your lips as he reached down and guided himself to you. Slowly forcing his way in. As he pushed himself inside, your walls began to grip him. "Fuuuck," he whispered. He had to push harder as you tried to accept him. You cry out, and he looks at you with concern. "No, it's ok, feels sgood" You manage to speak in broken words as he begins to slowly thrust himself in and out of you. His eyes watched you almost with fascination as you squirmed beneath him, meeting every thrust of his with your own bucking motion. Wanting more. You felt the room get lighter. Everything took on a hazy ethereal glow with flickers of light that looked like stars as he pounded into you, increasing his speed and strength with every thrust.

Each push, sending you closer and closer over the edge. You looked him in his eyes as he shoved himself heartily into you. Pawing at your breasts, squeezing the flesh through his balmy hands. Small breathy moans would escape his trembling lips. You pulled his face close to yours, gazing into eachothers eyes as he filled you. Marveling at his expressions, how his face tightened with every thrust, how he gritted his teeth and persed his lips. He kissed your chest and neck, causing you to moan loudly from sheer lust.

He had reached for your panties that lay beside him, crumpling them up and stuffing them in your mouth. "My dad will be home soon, we have to be quiet," you nodded, letting him know you understood. You were being very loud after all. No fault of your own, just the sounds he elicited out of you from the pleasure he provided. He began pounding furiously, you cried out in muffled moans behind your soaked panties. Looking up at him as he continued with eyes of want.

Your body felt light, like you were floating. His eyes never left your face as he grunted softly with each push. Your skin tingled and buzzed with vibration, nothing you have ever felt before. He watched as your eyes beamed light from within, a sparkling like a galaxy within your pupils. A buzzing concentrating in your back and shoulders. You could feel it slowly lift from your skin as what looked like stars erupted from your shoulders glittering behind you into the bed sheets and filling room, hovering in ace.

You pull the panties from your mouth, tossing them somewhere within the room. Waves of pleasure began crashing over you as you approached your climax. Stiles remained streadfast, unabated by your sudden supernatural display. "S-Stiles, im gonna cu," you gasped. "Please, dont st-stop," you pleaded, looking deeply into his eyes. His face was a look of pure concentration, grimacing with every thrust that filled you. Your body began to shudder beneath him. His cock trembling and twitching within you as ropes of his essence spasmed within you with every forceful push. Your orgasm bringing him to his own. You wrapped your legs tighter around him as your body convulsed, your walls contracting around his pulsating length. You could feel his warmth fill you as his eyes rolled back and a low deep moan coalesced from his throat. Stiles' room, for a brief moment when your orgasm was most intense, had been glowing, all you could see was him, behind him was almost otherworldly.

The room had filled with the stars that emenated from your shoulder blades. Flickering and twinkling out one by one. They shined like small spheres of light, emitting streams of light out in every direction before fading into what looked like the flicker of a flame and dissapating completely. You had never seen this before, a shock to you, and you were sure it'd shock Stiles, too, if he wasn't already preoccupied. You're sure you'd have to explain later... if you could find the words.

Stiles lay on top of you, exhausted and breathing heavy. You lightly caressed his head he again shivered under your touch and smiled, eyes closed against your chest. You watched as his head rose and fell with each breath you took. "Y/N," he sofly spoke, a large grin painting his face. "You're so beautiful," he said euphorically. "Best sex ever," he said as he slipped off you and lay beside you. You giggled at his rhetoric. "So, I feel like there's something you want to tell me." He spoke once more. How could you even begin to explain what happened when you weren't quite sure yourself. You've never had this happen, but you've also never had consensual sex that you initiated. There was still so much to learn about yourself and what you were.

"Well, if you've got time, I guess I'll just start from the beginning. Starting with me being a Nymph," you said hesitantly. His eyes widened slightly, staring at you in disbelief, "A nymph! Like a fairy deity... Nymph?!" He stammered. "Why didn't I think of that?" he said jokingly to himself. "Uh yeah, I guess, I really dont know much about it, though. I didn't even know I could do... that" you said. "But I'll tell you everything I know. I'll help you find them if I can. I promise," you declared. He looked on, eyes half lidded. "I had sex with a god," he said, staring at you, ignoring everything else you said. You looked into his eyes as he searched yours, moving a strand of hair away from your face. "You'll have to tell me more when the blood rushes back from other areas," he said playfully. "Ok, one more thing though, they're called windows, not portals." You said tongue in cheek. "Really? What's the problem with portals?" he jested, kissing your forhead.

[omgkatherine01]

Moonlight Beta: Chapter 7 - Not Okay

Series Masterlist

Chapter 6, Chapter 8

Pairing: Scott McCall x Fem!Liam Dunbar

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Scott had taken Lia to his house to take a shower and change out of her clothes. After refreshing up, she put on Scott's comfy clothes and waited for him downstairs on the couch, to shower and change out of his clothes as well.

It didn't take long for him to walk down the stairs, but Lia frowned when she saw him carrying two motorcycle helmets, "Kira found Brett." He handed her the red helmet as she got up, "They're fine, but we gotta go."

"More assassins?" Lia asked.

"Maybe a lot more," Scott answered.

"Different than the ones who just tried to set us one fire?" Lia asked.

"I think so, yeah," Scott answered, reaching to the door. He paused and turned to see Lia wasn't following.

Lia avoided his gaze and looked down at the red helmet. Scott walked toward her, knowing why she was hesitating, "How about I take you home? I know it's too much right now, I understand."

"I'm not like you," Lia said softly.

"Not yet," Scott told her.

"I don't mean I'm not strong or I'm never gonna learn how to be in control," Lia told him, "I mean, everything else. You and your friends try to protect everyone. Have you been doing this the whole time? I mean, how are you all still alive?"

Scott's face fell, and his gentle expression became sad. "Not all of us are," he said softly.

Lia noticed his expression and she suddenly felt a shame for causing it. She opened her mouth to apologize, but then stopped when Scott spoke, "Let me at least take you home."

Lia hesitated but after a few seconds later, she nodded lightly. Part of her was relief she wasn't forced to go after what happened tonight, but another part of her was feeling guilt and shame for not going to help him and the others.

She felt it all through the drive back home, and Scott could sense it. When he parked in front of her house, they both took off their helmets. Scott took Lia's when she got off from behind him.

"Hey," he said, and she looked at him. "It's okay. You can catch a break tonight after what happened. I don't blame you. We'll talk tomorrow, alright?"

Lia smiled a small sad smile and nodded, "Yeah, alright."

Scott gave her a small smile and put his helmet back on. Lia watched as he drove away, and after a moment she turned and walked into her house.

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The day after, in the evening, Mason came over to Lia's house to play video games in her room, something that eased Lia's anxiety. After the whole Berserker thing, she was still afraid of being alone.

It didn't help that her dad was working late at the hospital and her mom was being forced to work an all-nighter to solve a high-profile case. She didn't want to be all alone. Although, she was grateful that the assassins and Deadpool were over now that the McCall pack ended that.

Mason was baffled when Lia, once again, won the video game that she previously wasn't good at, "When did you get so good? Have you been practicing? Or did you just suddenly get superhuman reflexes?"

"I've been practicing a lot," she muttered the lie, slightly ashamed that she had to do so to Mason about everything.

"And I should be studying," Mason said, putting the control down and started to pack a few things, causing Lia to panic. "Where are you going?" she asked.

Mason looked over at his best friend in confusion, "Home? We've got a history test tomorrow, Li."

"Just one more game," she asked.

Mason grew concerned with his best friend's behavior, knowing that it had some greater meaning than just wanting to play a video game. After all, she should be extremely bored with it after beating Mason over and over again. "I have to go home. Lia, is everything alright?"

Lia nodded, smiling a small fake smile as realistically as she could force herself to, "I'm fine, see you at school." Mason hesitated, nodding before leaving.

After a while, Lia got into her bed to try and sleep, her paranoia was skyrocketing because nobody else was home and it had already started to rain outside. Lia went to turn off her light but paused.

Her eyes traveled around the room before reluctantly turning off the light. Her anxiety was skyrocketing and she started breathing heavily.

When Lia heard footsteps that she knew wasn't there, the girl shuttered knowing that she was hallucinating the berserkers again.

Lia childishly pulled her blanket over her head, "You're not there. This isn't real!" She peaked over, only to come face-to-face with a berserker. Lia muffled her scream, turning on her light instantly only to find that she was alone.

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Both Lia and Mason were in the weight room again. "That's a lot of weight," Mason commented. Lia sat on the bench, "Gotta get ready for the big game tomorrow."

Mason looked at her, unsure of what was going on inside her head and how he would be able to help her.

"You need a spot?" he offered hesitantly, not wanting to upset his friend even more. The girl shook her head, about to bench.

"What are you doing?" she asked as Mason walked over to her side. "I'm spotting you," Mason replied, just as stubborn as his best friend.

"I don't need one, Mas," she argued. She didn't want to feel weak, she wanted to feel strong, wanted to feel powerful. She hated being weak and she hated the fear she had of the berserkers.

"Are you kidding me?" Mason asked with a frown, "This is like 300 pounds. You're gonna kill yourself."

Lia tried to ignore him, starting to lift the weight which shocked Mason. "Does it look like I need help?"

Mason shook his head, leaving the room. Lia didn't know that Mason was going to get Scott. Although he didn't understand the connection she had with the junior, it seemed like he was the only one these days that could get through to his best friend. He knew that Scott could find out what was wrong with Lia, so he went to go get him.

Meanwhile, Lia's stomach bubbled with guilt for being rude to her best friend. She just felt so alone because she couldn't tell her parents or Mason the truth, that she wasn't human anymore.

Lia started lifting once more. As she was doing so, however, the memories of the berserkers plagued her mind and would not leave her in peace. She didn't notice that she stopped lifting until the bar got dangerously close to her chest making her start to panic.

Luckily, Mason finally arrived back with Scott who ran past the freshman boy to get to his struggling beta. He lifted it off of her with ease, with Mason standing in the back in shock.

Scott put it back on the resting place, helping Lia sit up as the girl coughed. "Lia--" Mason said as he took a step forward.

Scott crouched to her level, looking at her sadly. "I'm fine," she said softly, knowing Scott could tell she was lying even without the werewolf hearing.

"If you don't want to be with us, that's okay," her Alpha whispered, "But don't push your friends away too." Lia looked at Mason and then glanced at Scott, nodding slightly, but then she saw the berserker in the reflection of the mirror, making her breath hitch.

After school, Lia went straight to her bedroom to sulk. She was so upset with herself on how she treated her best friend, she didn't think Mason would ever want to be her friend after everything she put him through.

Mason, however, had been let into her house by Lia's mom, and he made his way to her room and didn't bother to knock before entering her room.

Mason frowned when he saw how sad Lia looked, and he stood in front of her, "I know something's going on, Li. I know you don't want to talk about it. But you're still my best friend. And uh..."

Mason sat next to Lia on her bed, "Considering the fact that the last good friend I made turned out to be a professional killer, I'm thinking that I don't have too many options for new ones. So, when you're ready to talk, talk. As long as you aren't hurting yourself again or anything, I can wait. Until then, I know I can kick your ass on at least one of these games."

Both best friends smiled brightly, and Lia couldn't help but hug the boy that seemed to forgive her no matter what. "You're the best, you know that, right?" she asked softly.

Mason hugged her back, "Yeah, I know." Both of them couldn't help but laugh.

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It had been not too long after Lia and Mason reconnected again when Scott and Kira didn't show up for school. Worried about her Alpha and pack-mate, Lia went to the boys locker room to talk with Stiles.

Lia was especially worried seeing as they were once again playing against her former school that night at the lacrosse game. She needed her Alpha there in case she loses control.

"Everything's fine," Stiles assured her, "I got a text from him this morning he said he might be a little late."

However, the girl was getting more and more anxious every minute that Scott wasn't there, "How late? When? We're playing Devenford Prep again and this time it's an actual game, not a scrimmage. I--I can't do this without him. He can't be late."

Coach heard the last part and made his way over, not even questioning why Lia was in the boys locker room, "Who's late?"

The two turned around to face their coach. Stiles gestured to Lia to tell him. "Scott and Kira," she answered. "They might be slightly late," Stiles lied smoothly or at least attempted to.

"Slight late is still late. What are they doing?"

Lia didn't know how to answer Coach because she honestly didn't know what they were doing on their date. "They're doing something that's going to make them slightly late," Stiles spoke in his usual 'I'm going to avoid the question' answer.

"What could Scott and Kira be doing right now that's more important than playing the first game?" Coach asked.

Lia knew that she needed to get Coach out of there before Stiles gives him more answers that don't make sense and eventually anger him.

"They're having sex," she said bluntly. Stiles gasped at her, and she rolled her eyes, "What? Someone had to say it!"

"You know they are not together, right?" Stiles whispered, and Lia shrugged. "Look, if it got Coach off our backs, I'll say it again," she said as she nodded toward Coach who was now walking away.

Stiles shrugged, "Okay, then."

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It was time for the match and both Scott and Kira still weren't around, it was just Stiles and Lia now. Both sat on the bench in their uniforms while Lia kept looking around for her Alpha, but only found Malia and Noah walking to the benches.

"They're still not here," she said.

Stiles looked over at the beta and noticed she was fidgeting. The teen sighed, wishing his best friend was there to be the alpha instead of letting him try and calm the beta down.

"Okay, what's really going on?" he asked, "Are you nervous about the full moon? It's not for another 24 hours." Lia's eyes traveled up towards the moon, and he noticed, "Lia, you're going to be fine. Okay? Just try not to rage out on anyone."

Lia looked back at Stiles, "You're not worried?"

"Okay, I'm mildly concerned," Stiles said, and she nodded. "Mildly" Stiles took out his phone and began to text Scott once more.

"We're gonna lose without them," Lia said.

"No, we're not," Stiles said, "We can be just as good without Scott. Okay? I've been practicing. Let me tell you something. I'm getting good, really good."

The corners of his lips turned upwards when he got the beta to laugh, happy that he was able to get her in a better mood.

But what happened was that he indeed still sucked at playing. He was knocked down easily by another human from the opposing team. Lia walked over from the bench to her pack member, raising an eyebrow before helping him up.

"Yeah, I'm gonna try calling Scott again."

"Yeah, you do that."

They were losing the game, big time. After a little while, Lia took the spot next to Stiles on the bench. "Neither of them are answering," he said, "I gotta go see what's going on.

Lia's eyes grew wide as she watched him packing his things up quickly, "You're leaving? What are you going to tell the coach?"

The two looked over at Coach who seemed to be throwing a tantrum. "Uh... you don't tell him anything," Stiles said, "Okay? Lia, you're going to be okay. All right?" Lia gave a small nod, and he petted her on the back before leaving, but he took his father with him while Malia stayed.

Lia was hallucinating that the berserkers were on the field, which made her miss the shot. As they kept playing, she got more and more distracted. Eventually, Brett purposefully knocked her over.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Lia snapped quietly. She thought since Brett was also a werewolf he wouldn't try and anger her, but here he was doing the exact same thing.

"Because you're extremely afraid, I can smell it on you from across the field," he said, "Are you hurt?" Lia shook her head. "Are you alive?"

Lia then rolled her eyes, "Obviously."

"Then get up."

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After the game, Lia went straight to the girl's locker room since she knew nobody would actually come in since she was the only girl on either team (minus Kira who wasn't there).

The girl was annoyed with herself for losing the game and she sat on the bench, thinking.

She wasn't expecting anyone to come in, let alone for it to be Brett Talbot. "You okay?" the born werewolf asked.

Lia glanced at him and quickly away. "We lost, big time," she spoke, clearly not interested in talking to her ex-friend.

"But you're okay, right?"

Lia scoffed and looked at him, "Why'd do you that? Why did you even help me? You hate me."

Brett looked sympathetic for the new wolf. He knew how hard it was to deal with all this power. But unlike him, she wasn't born with her powers, she literally just got them.

"Because Scott saved me. He saved all of us. Do you know how lucky you are?"

Lia was still confused, and Brett smirked slightly.

"Scott's a true Alpha. That means he didn't get his power because he was born with it. He didn't get it by stealing it or killing someone. He earned it. You're not strong just because you can lift a lot of weight now. You're strong because you endure, because what you've been through. Satomi calls it strength of character. You're lucky to have him."

Brett took one last look at Lia, checking her chemosignals to make sure she had calmed down, before leaving.

"Then where is he?" she whispered to herself. "Why isn't he here?"

"What happened to you out there?"

Lia looked over her shoulder and saw Malia walking in.

Lia shook her head, "I don't wanna talk about it."

Malia hesitated, nodding, "Okay. Do you want me to go?"

Lia let out a breath and shook her head, "No. Last thing I want is to be alone right now, actually."

Malia walked closer and sat next to her. There was a moment of silent, and Lia glanced over at the older girl, giving her a small smile, thanking her for just staying in the room in the silent.

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 67: Reunions, Goodbyes and Hellhounds

After Sam was discharged, Stiles was the first to see her. The boy practically ran down the hospital halls to bring her in his arms with a quiet 'thank you'. Along the way, the Stilinski boy was brought into many arms, well missed after the past couple of months had happened.

Denise had finally put two and two together after realizing why her daughter had looked so tired for the past couple of months. She looked more alive now, but she recognized her tired eyes hidden behind the smile she had.

The day after Sam had been discharged from the hospital, Stiles was filled in on everything that had happened from once he left to after the Wild Hunt was gone.

After Sam had disappeared from the train station, she felt like she had been submerged in darkness. She couldn't see anything, but she could still feel the cold rustiness of the train tracks in her grip.

Suddenly, flashes of lights surrounded her, beaming like one spotlight after another in her face. Squinting at the lights, she could see the web of train tracks from each light that led to the tracks she was gripping so tightly.

The lights weren't as overwhelming as the increasing sound of a train horn getting closer. With all of her strength, she tried her best to pull the tracks to form one track, to finally end the Wild Hunt from officially making Beacon Hills a ghost town. Once the tracks seemed to blur together to make one track, she was swallowed by the darkness once more.

The night after Sam had been brought to the hospital, her mother invited the Stilinski's for dinner. And after that, Stiles and Sam settled in the dining room as they talked. "So… you and Lydia, huh?", Sam brought up, making the boy's cheeks light up. Stiles let out a chuckle. "Yeah."

Sam gives him a smile. "I told you she was your girlfriend.", she teased. He gave her a smirk. "And I told you that you'd have to be nice to her and look at you now, the best of friends.", he said, making her roll her eyes playfully.

Stiles caught her line of sight and his jaw dropped. "No way.", he muttered. Sam looked at him, confused. "What?"

"Yeah, yeah.", she trailed off, looking at her mom and Noah talking amongst each as they washed dishes. They looked happy…

The scene was almost… domestic.

"I knew something was happening. He stopped wearing his ring. I didn't know why, but I think I know.", he told her. Sam looked back at the adults and sure enough, Noah wasn't wearing his ring like usual. She hadn't noticed it before, simply because it was none of her business. But now…

"Have you two been dating behind our backs??", Stiles asked, loudly, making everyone look at him with wide eyes.

"Stiles!", Sam scolded, backhanding his arm. Noah's cheeks reddened as he finished setting a plate in the dishwasher. "I don't think that's any of your business.", he said, rushing to his son. He grabbed Stiles by the back of his shirt, tugging him out of his seat. "You don't have to be shy, it was a valid question! We're all adults here!", Stiles exclaimed with a choke.

"Goodnight, girls!", Noah said, dragging his son out of the house with a shut of the front door, leaving the Wilson woman in silence. Sam turned to her mom. "Have you?", she asked, making her mom place her wet hands on her hips. "I don't ask you about your relationship with Derek.", she said, making the girl look down sheepishly. "Fair point."

In the school's hall, Sam walked past plenty of students who filled the path towards her best friend who looked up and gave her a soft smile. He stood by his locker, the numbers catching her eyes. "Hey.", he greeted. For a minute, Sam swore it was a dream. That all they've done was for nothing. That her mind was playing tricks on her again. But she remembered seeing him yesterday.

She memorized every bit of his face, from his seemingly shorter hair to each mole on his face and his dimpled smile. It didn't matter how many times she'd seen him after his disappearance. Nothing would change.

Walking over to him, she immediately was welcomed into his arms. "I missed you…", she mumbled.

He rubbed her shoulder as he swayed her a bit. "You saw me yesterday, but I missed you too. You have no idea how good it is to see you again.", he whispered, not trusting his voice to break from emotion. Saying he was elated to see her was an understatement.

They were allowed to joke and be stupid again. To get in trouble only to save each other and still see each other the next day. He didn't want that to change. She looked up at him with a smile. "You're really here. We did it.", she says, still unbelieving. He nods. "I'm here."

Happily, they headed off to their class. Only a couple of hours passed by, and they were finally at their last class of the year. Finally, the bell rang and all the students packed their things to leave. "Have a great summer, everyone.", their teacher said.

"No, no, no, no. That's it?", Stiles asked, looking around. Scott and Sam looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. "What?"

Stiles sat back, frowning as he watched his classmates leave. "No…", he mumbled.

"To the Seniors, I'll see you at graduation."

"This can't be it.", Stiles said. Scott smiled, turning to Lydia and she grinned, patting her hands on his desk in excitement. Scott grinned at Stiles. "Last day ever."

"Well, it just feels so anticlimactic.", Stiles frowned. "Well, there's the whole graduation thing.", Lydia shrugged. Malia frowned, nodding. "I've gotta go to summer school or I can't do the whole graduation thing."

Scott nodded, and grabbed his things. "Let's do it." Sam stood, grabbing her bag, glancing at Stiles who still sat at his desk. "No. Come on, wait... Guys?", Stiles called. Lydia turned back, giving him a smile before leaving. "This can't be it.", Stiles mutters.

Sam frowns. "Stiles, you've been gone.", she says, catching his attention. "You've missed out on so much and while you were gone, it felt like time went by faster because of that. So yeah, our school life is done.", she said, sadly.

He finally stands. "It… It can't be all for nothing. Everything we did…"

"Everything we did, time went by faster because we were balancing the supernatural stuff vs school stuff. How we're even able to graduate is beyond me.", Sam mutters, shaking her head.

Stiles lets out a scoffing chuckle. "Three months. I left you alone for three months…I can't imagine what you were going through.", he muttered, shaking his own head. She looks up at him. Really getting a look at him, she frowns. He looked older… tired. But relieved?

"I think we earned some time from school anyways. Now's the time to think about ourselves and what we wanna do.", Sam said, making him smile. As they leave the classroom, Stiles looks around. He noticed the new students he hadn't seen before, the previous students who looked like they'd gotten older…

"Everything's changed.", Stiles said as they walked over to Scott who followed them outside to Stiles' jeep. Liam and Mason met up with them, excited for their summer. "Good you guys are here.", Stiles said, unlocking his trunk.

The rest looked at each other in confusion before looking back at Stiles. "Okay! So, Liam, since you're the new Alpha.."

"I'm not an Alpha.", Liam said, shaking his head. "Right, but, you know, Alpha-in-training."

"Well, I'd have to kill an Alpha.", Liam countered, confused. "Liam.", Stiles called. "Since you're taking over, the most important thing you can remember is that Mason is always gonna be the one who's there to save your ass all the time.", he said, glancing at Scott pointedly.

Mason grinned smugly, looking at Liam. Scott shook his head. "Well, not all the time."

"Most of the time though.", Stiles smiled, making Sam chuckle.

"Which is why," Stiles pulled out his metal baseball bat. "I think you're gonna need this.", he says, handing it to Mason. Mason frowned, confused. "Uh, I don't play baseball."

"Right, neither do I. It's ... It's not the point.", Stiles shook his head, pushing the bat to the boy. "Okay.", Mason took it, still confused. "Thanks."

Still confused, Liam and Mason walked away. "Love you guys.", Stiles yelled as Sam and Scott waved to them. Stiles sighed. "Right." He turned back to his trunk and pulled out a necklace from his pocket, which caused Sam's eyes to widen. "That's…"

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, I found it. Figured you need it after everything.", he said, giving it to her. She looked at the pendant before putting it on, feeling grounded. She heard a jingle and looked up to see Stiles' dangling his car keys in her face. "I'm leaving you two with this." Sam and Scott look at each other before looking back at Stiles. "Why?"

He smiled at them. "Because…", he looked back at Roscoe before looking at them again. "It's yours."

"And you can drive me down to D.C. Because you two are gonna help me move into my dorm.", Stiles grinned. Sam scoffs a chuckle. "You want us to help you with your dorm?", Scott asked.

"Real question is how'd you get into UC Davis?", Stiles countered. Scott chuckled. "How did you get into George Washington?" Stiles shrugged. "I don't know. Uh, your dad." Sam raised an eyebrow. "The, uh, big FBI pops made a call to the little pre-FBI program.", Stiles explains.

She sighed. "Might go UCLA…", she muttered, feeling her cheeks heating up. "Wanted to try dancing…", she mumbled. Stiles brought her into a big hug, dramatically crying. "You're gonna become a performer!", he whined.

"Pre-FBI.", Scott mumbled. "Well, I guess we're not the same kids running around the woods looking for a body."

"No, we are not.", Stiles and Sam agreed. Stiles turned to Sam. "Where are you headed off to?"

Deep inside, he was proud that she wanted to put herself out there. To do something outside her box. She wasn't secluded anymore and it made him happy that she was growing. "I never said it was a yes!", Sam exclaimed.

Stiles and Scott chuckled. "Besides…", she looked off to the distance where she saw all the underclassmen readying themselves to go home. "Liam, Mason and the others might need someone. They're definitely gonna need someone. Plus… I'm just…", she frowned and the boys caught on.

"You're waiting for him to come back, yeah?", Scott asked. Sam nodded. "He said he would. I'll wait for a bit. Plus, my mom might need some help at the shop and I know Finstock is gonna need some help managing. He won't let me go.", she said before grinning. "And I might be able to visit Faith and Jay.", she said.

Stiles gains a look of realization as he remembers. "That's right, you are an aunt now." She nods. Stiles smiles before digging into his pocket, giving Scott a keychain worth of keys.

"Where the hell did you get all those keys?", Sam asked. "Uh, Stiles, what are these for?", Scott asked. "Well, that's one to your house," Stiles pointed out, "another to your room, uh, it's the master key to the school, Animal Clinic, key to the Sheriff's station. Just figured you should have all the copies I secretly made. So... Yeah." Stiles looked back at the school. "They still need us."

Scott and Sam looked at the underclassmen. "They'll always need us."

“And, you know, I… I need you. You know that.”, Stiles said, looking at Scott before glancing at both of his friends. “I need you, too – both of you.”

“We need you too.”, Sam said, smiling softly. Stiles smiles. "I'm gonna miss you both." They looked over at Scott who let out a soft sniffle as he tried to hold back his tears. Sam's eyes stung a little as she rubbed his back.

Sam takes them both in a hug, both boys laying their heads on her shoulders. "My boys…", she mutters, making them fight back their tears harder. They were her boys. Always.

Stiles pulls away, sniffing as he wipes away unshed tears. "No, really, I need you, though. Uh...I lost my license in the Hunt. So one of you has to drive.", he said, making Scott and Sam chuckle.

"Your dad's the Sheriff." Scott patted his back. "I'm sure he'll let it slide. You drive."

They climbed into the Jeep, having Stiles start it up one last time. Once he did, the police scanner came on and they heard the sheriff. "Unit Four, repeat. You're telling me there's a body in the woods?"

Another officer responded. "That's exactly what I'm saying. There's a body in the woods." Stiles cut it off and Sam grinned at the boys from the back seat. "Sounds like they still need us."

Scott grinned at Stiles, making the Stilinski boy sigh and smile before putting the car into reverse, driving them onto the road to the Beacon Hills Preserve.

After getting Stiles settled into his dorm, Sam made it back home by dark, having Scott drive the jeep to his house while she rode home in her car after dropping him off.

As she sat in the driveway, she understood what Stiles was in such disbelief about. All the things they've been through seemed to pass by so quickly, it was unbelievable. It was too quick.

Leaning back in her car seat, she sighed as she closed her eyes. Everything had changed. It was as if all that had happened, never happened with how fast the years went by. It felt unfair…

She missed them already. Allison, Isaac, Jackson, Erica and Boyd… even the twins. Nothing was the same anymore. They fought battles, won and lost. Now, new chapters needed to happen.

Her eyes opened to the sound of her phone vibrating. She looked at the text from Stiles and chuckled to herself.

Stiles: I'm already feeling lonely ;-; just wanted to tell you I'm proud of you. And… thanks for getting me back. Thanks for looking out for my dad too. Also, I still think our parents are dating behind our backs, but that just might be me

Sam's eyebrows furrowed in thought at the last sentence. She didn't mind that Noah might be dating her mom. She couldn't trust anyone else but the sheriff.

For now, she had other things to do.The next day, however, Liam managed to gather everyone that was left in Beacon Hills. Scott and Sam picked up Lydia on the way to Malia’s. The 3 of them walked into her house and came to a stop outside her open bedroom doorway.

They peeked in to see her standing in front of her computer, hearing her yell, “Oui Oui!”, excitedly as she pumped her fists into the air. She turns towards her bed and grabs a bag before heading towards her door, stopping short when she sees her friends.

Her face falls as she realizes what they were there for. “No! No, no, no, no, no! It’s just rats! Rats and wolves, and maybe a little bug problem.”

“We need you.”, Lydia informs. Malia cuts her off. “And I need Paris.”

Sam wanted to roll her eyes. “I don't think Paris is going anywhere, Lia. Plus, Chris could probably get you there anytime.” Malia looks at them in frustration before turning away and facing her window, preparing to jump out.

She unlocks the window and Scott calls gently, “Malia…” She hesitates and Sam frowns at her. “Liam and Mason called again–”

“–Yeah, they’ve got it covered.”, Malia interrupts Sam and Scott sigh. “We can’t make you stay, and I don’t want to try… But, we were hoping that you would want to.”

Malia just shakes her head. “I don’t.” Scott gives her a disappointed look, shrugs and steps out of the way of the door.

“Okay.” Malia moves to walk out, almost stopping as Sam tries to stop her. Scott grabs Sam, preventing her from crossing Malia.

Malia quickly walks past them and out into the hallway, making her packmates frown.

Suddenly, Malia’s bag hits Scott in the chest, making him look confused as she walks back in with a scowl. Malia folds her arms over her chest. “What are we supposed to do?”

Scott smiles. “Find a Hellhound.”

The four gather in the jeep, riding back to the school. Liam and Mason informed them that another Hellhound had appeared and fought both Parrish and Liam at the school a couple of moments ago, and claimed that they'd let something out of the Wild Hunt.

This new Hellhound was shockingly strong and overruled Parrish, knocking him out and leaving Liam to be next. However, the hellhound didn't take Liam as a threat or anything he was looking for that had escaped the Wild Hunt. Lydia frowned. "So…we opened a door to another world… and something came out with us. Now we need the Hellhound to stop it.”

“So we put it back. We’ve put things back before.”, Malia said, making the other three share a look. “Why are you guys looking at each other like there’s something you know that I don’t know?”, Malia asked, growing irritated. Scott sighs. “It might not be that simple.” Sam turned to Malia. “We saved Stiles. We brought everyone back, but that’s not how it was supposed to happen. There’s always a price to pay.”

“We learned that from the Nemeton.”, Scott frowns. Malia looks at him. “What kind of price? A big price?” Lydia looks at her with a nod. “Big.” Once they arrived at the school, they looked around. “Okay, we should move pretty quickly…”, Scott mutters.

“Do we even know what we let out?”, Malia asks, making her friends shake their heads in response. “This Hellhound might be the only one who does.”, Sam suggested. They pause as they hear loud roars coming from the Preserve and without missing a beat, they take off toward the sound.

They came to a stop in a clearing when the painful sounds also stopped. Looking around, they jump at the sound of another painful roar and follow the sound and sped up once they heard a gunshot.

"That doesn't sound good.", Sam muttered.

They pause as they see a lifeless body lying on the ground facing away from them in a shallow body of water.

Scott moved over to the body, grimacing at the bloodied bullet hole in the middle of the body's head. He noted the torso was jagged with deep, blood soaked claw gashes. Sam frowned as she took in the sight, kneeling near the body.

"Hellhounds aren't supposed to die…" Scott frowns as something catches his eye and it picks up a familiar bullet casing. His eyes widen as he shows Sam the casing and she recognizes the graving. “Chris did this?”, Sam asked. Lydia frowns. “Then it’s true…”

“Then what’s true?”, Malia asks, looking at her. Sam frowned at Lydia. "You heard something?" She wrings her hands together. “The sound of people who have never lifted a hand against another human being…”

“Something was killing them?”, Scott asks. Sam shakes her head as she laid a hand on the body, a solemn look spread on her face. “They were killing each other.”

[aphrodite-luvs]

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑯 ~ MOODBOARD

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𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 / 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑫 𝑿 𝑭𝑬𝑴!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

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| 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒚, 𝑮𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 18+

☆ 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹: 💋

☆ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻: ❤️‍🔥

☆ 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻: 🖤

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SUMMARY: Y/n L/n is a normal Beacon Hills student. She gets good grades is very popular especially with the boys ;). Particularly one boy her chemistry partner. Stiles Stilinski. The boy has been pining over the girl since she arrived to the school freshmen year, learning every fact about her and spending each day romanticizing ever single interaction with her.

But what happens when void takes over controlling Stiles body. Learning his mind only to find out the girl he’s been head over heels for is something beyond her vision something so powerful, something so valuable to the nogitsune. The connection between the two making void also pining after the girl.

His plan is simple, get the girl and use her for a energy source. But will he be successful? What happens to Stiles? What will the pack say? What will Y/n say.

| 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑵 |

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹(𝑺) 𝑺𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑲 𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑺 <3

CHAPTER ONE - LOOSING FAITH 🖤💋

CHAPTER TWO - FINDING FAITH 🖤

CHAPTER THREE - DISTURBING TRUTHS 💋

CHAPTER FOUR - MINE ❤️‍🔥🖤

CHAPTER FIVE - LOCK ME UP 🖤

CHAPTER SIX - BABY, 🖤

CHAPTER SEVEN - SLUT! 🖤

CHAPTER EIGHT - BEYOND US🖤

CHAPTER NINE - TRUE ALPHA 🖤💋

CHAPTER TEN - FAITH WITH IN US ❤️‍🔥

| Trust me there will be so many more chapters these are just all the ones I have planned so far / started drafting in my notes |

This is a work in progress and I will still be posting one shots during this so the series will probably take awhile my goal is to get chapter one done by tmr!

xoxo Layla

[mieczyslawstilinskiii]

I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay. Sarcasm is my only defense.

[nino-rox]

ANOMALY | CHAPTER THREE

Stiles Stilinski x Original Male Reader | M.O

Warnings : Explicit content, Teen Wolf AU, Teen Wolf x Original Male Character, Teen Wolf SPOILER ALERT, Gore.

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Woman with curly hair is Scott’s mother. Woman with straight hair and a killer gaze is y/n’s mother - inspired by Addison Shepherd {Grey’s Anatomy} Played by Kate Walsh. Thank you for the support ! Please request for part 4 ! Also doesn’t Jackson look so hot like HELLO ?? Not proof read yet!

A loud bang woke him up; the sunlight coming through his window blinded him as he opened his eyes; it took a few seconds for him to realise.

The morning arrived slowly, the pale light filtering through the thin curtains. Your shoulder throbbed, pulling you out of sleep like an anchor. The dream—no, nightmare—lingered at the edges of your mind: the cold air clinging to your skin, the scent of wet earth and leaves, those yellow, slitted eyes watching from the dark.

You groaned, shifting onto your side, but the movement sent a sharp pulse of pain shooting through your arm, travelling all the way down to your fingertips. The ache was relentless, like something festering beneath your skin.

Dragging yourself to the mirror, you peeled off your shirt. The bruise had spread overnight—dark veins curling outward from the centre, spidering across your shoulder like cracks in the glass. It looked swollen and angry, almost as if it were growing, spreading with every heartbeat.

You brushed your fingers along the edge, hissing as pain jolted through you. The skin was feverish—hot to the touch, like it didn't belong to you anymore. There was something wrong with it, something alive.

You grabbed your shirt from the floor and tugged it back on, wincing as the fabric scraped over the bruise. It felt like the weight of the bruise had sunk into your bones, dragging you down.

Your phone buzzed from the nightstand, Maria's name flashing across the screen.

"Still alive? Or has Creepyville swallowed you whole?"

A slight, tired grin tugged at the corners of your mouth. "Barely. Already having nightmares."

Her reply was instant: "Werewolf nightmares? Please say yes."

"Just weird pain. No claws yet."

"Lame. If you grow claws, send pics immediately," she wrote.

Her humour cut through some of the weight pressing on your chest, though the ache in your shoulder refused to ease. You slipped on your shoes, grabbed your bag, and headed out the door.

The drive to school was uneventful. Beacon Hills stretched out in front of you, all quiet streets and thick woods, the kind of place that looked normal on the surface but felt... off. The bruise on your shoulder throbbed with every turn of the steering wheel, and by the time you pulled into the parking lot, you were ready to crawl back into bed.

The school building loomed ahead, old bricks and rusted metal, students milling around in clumps. You slipped through the crowd, blending in with the chaos, your hood pulled low over your face.

When you slid into your seat in AP Biology, Stiles grinned at you from across the table, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"You look like death," he whispered. "Let me guess—rough night, or did you finally meet our resident monster?"

You rolled your eyes. "Something like that."

Stiles leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Careful. Beacon Hills has a way of... finding people."

You shot him a sceptical look. "And you're, what? The local monster expert?"

He grinned. "Something like that. Stick with me—I'll keep you safe."

You snorted despite yourself. "Safe from what, exactly?"

"From everything," Stiles said, as if that explained anything. "Besides, you seem like the brooding, mysterious type. You and I? We're going to get along just fine."

Before you could respond, Mr. Harris began the lecture, pacing in front of the whiteboard.

"Today, we're discussing genetic mutations—small changes that can significantly impact an organism's structure," he announced.

The words settled uncomfortably in your chest. The bruise on your shoulder pulsed, almost like it was trying to remind you of something.

"Some mutations are beneficial," Harris continued, "but others..." He trailed off, glancing around the room. "Well, not every change is for the better."

Stiles leaned over again, whispering, "Feeling mutated yet?"

"Not yet," you muttered, rubbing absently at your shoulder. "Give it time."

Class dragged on, each minute heavier than the last. By the time the bell rang, the ache in your shoulder had spread, wrapping around your muscles like a vice. You followed the stream of students out into the hallway, your steps slower, heavier.

The locker room was warm and humid, the scent of sweat and damp tile hanging in the air. You pulled off your hoodie with a sigh, wincing as the fabric scraped over the bruise.

The door swung open, and Jackson Whittemore walked in, shirt already gone, his presence filling the room like a storm waiting to break.

Every movement was deliberate and controlled, his muscles shifting beneath smooth, tanned skin. His scent—woodsy, with just a hint of spice—wrapped around you, clinging to the steam-filled air.

He glanced at your shoulder, and for a moment, the smirk slipped from his face. Something flickered in his expression—curiosity, maybe concern—but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"That looks bad," Jackson murmured, stepping closer.

"It's fine," you muttered, though the words felt empty.

Jackson didn't move away. He stood close, too close, his shoulder brushing against yours. His presence was heavy, magnetic like gravity pulling you in.

Without a word, his hand rose, his fingers grazing the edge of the bruise. The light and deliberate touch sent a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the pain.

"You should get that checked out," Jackson whispered, his thumb tracing slow circles along the bruise.

"I'll live," you whispered back, though your pulse hammered in your chest.

For a moment, the air between you buzzed with unspoken tension, thick and electric.

Jackson's thumb pressed harder, dragging across your skin in a way that made your breath hitch. His gaze flicked to your lips, lingering long enough to make your heart stutter - even if only for a second.

"You should stay away from people like me," Jackson murmured, though the way his thumb lingered told a different story.

His breath was warm against your neck, his scent filling every corner of your mind. For a second, it felt like he might close the distance between you, his gaze dark and intent.

"Like I said," Jackson whispered, "it would be safer for you if you stayed away."

"Well past safe and saving," you murmured.

Jackson chuckled, the sound vibrating in your bones. "Is that so." He whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

But neither of you moved, and the air crackled with anticipation.

It was dangerous, reckless, and utterly stupid. You knew it would end badly, but Jackson was magnetic, irresistible, like gravity pulling you closer and closer, and you would do anything to get your mind off the pain.

Your bodies were almost touching, just a hair's breadth away, the tension between you thick and electric. Jackson's breath was warm against your neck, his scent filling every corner of your mind as he gently placed his hand on your waist, his thumb gently stroking the exposed skin.

The hot water blasting from the showers onto you was the only sound you could hear; the warmth was comforting, making you feel less alone, like someone else was there with you, protecting you from whatever was outside.

The water dripped off your skin, the warmth enveloping your body.

You couldn't help but wonder how this boy did what everyone else had failed, making you want him - even if just in the moment.

"What are you doing?" You whispered, though you already knew the answer.

"Whatever I want," Jackson murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

Your breath caught in your throat, his words sending a shiver down your spine. He pressed closer, his skin burning hot against yours. His hand trailed lower, his thumb grazing your v-line.

"Are you going to stop me?" Jackson asked, his voice low and dangerous.

"No," you whispered.

Jackson's breath was warm against your neck, his scent filling every corner of your mind as he gently placed itself on your waist, his thumb gently stroking the exposed skin.

You were trapped between the wall and his body, his hands roaming freely over your bare skin.

"Good," Jackson growled, his voice vibrating against your neck.

His lips brushed against your ear, his breath on your neck as he began to gently kiss your neck, his hands slowly moving downwards.

Your hands wandered down his muscular torso, exploring his body.

"I didn't think you'd actually want this," Jackson whispered, his voice thick with desire.

Jackson let out a low chuckle, his lips trailing down your neck.

"Who said I did?" you replied. However, you couldn't stop your body from responding, your arms instinctively snaking over his neck, drawing him closer.

"I know you do," Jackson murmured. "I can smell it on you."

The words sent a shiver down your spine, your breath hitching as his hand slid lower, hands squeezing your ass, pulling you flush against him.

A cough interrupted the moment. Both of you turned to see Stiles standing in the doorway, his face a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

"Sorry," Stiles said, though his tone didn't match his words.

Jackson stepped back, leaving you buzzing from the ghost of his touch, glancing before leaving you alone with the buzz-cut boy.

"Stiles, It's not what it looks like."

"Yeah, right. Whatever, man," Stiles muttered, though his tone didn't match his words.

Stiles couldn't help but wonder why all the hot guys were attracted to Y/N; he didn't mean that he had a crush; hell no, he's not that desperate; he's not gonna be the 4th wheel. But something about Y/N did intrigue him.

"Stiles, wait," Y/N called, running after the buzz-cut.

"What?" Stiles snapped, though he instantly regretted his harsh tone.

Y/N looked taken aback, his eyes wide and confused.

"Nothing," Y/N mumbled, looking away. Stiles was only just starting to notice the massive bruise on his shoulder, feeling a bit bad for snapping.

"No, I didn't mean—sorry, I just meant...look, I get it, okay? You and Jackson. And whatever. It's fine," Stiles said, his voice softer now, but you REALLY should stay away from him.

As Stiles completed that sentence, he noticed something else: Y/N was very … naked; a blush crept up his face as he turned around to leave - still upset by what he saw - he wanted to ask about the bruise…he wanted to worry, but it was just not the moment.

The ache in your shoulder followed you out of the locker room, heavier now, as if the memory of Jackson's touch had settled beneath your skin.

Later that evening, you made your way to the hospital; it felt colder than usual, the sterile scent of antiseptic cutting through the warmth that still clung to you from the locker room - Y/N would never admit it. Still, that little random thing greatly distracted him from his shoulder - and y/n was grateful.

Y/N mentally prepared himself to speak to his mother and "explain" the 2-foot bruise spanning his body as he walked to the reception. 

Y/N: Hello, I'm looking for Addison Shepherd, I was wondering if you knew where I could find her

Nurse: Hi. Are you sure you have an appointment with her?

Y/N: No, I'm her son, Y/N. I was hoping to speak to her if she's free

One thing Y/N never hated about himself was that his formal, polite social self could kick in no matter the situation…or the pain - while really, somewhere deep down, he wondered what made him such an excellent liar.

Nurse: She's in surgery; she'll be done in about 40 minutes; maybe you can wait? Oh, and also Y/N? You're Scott's new friend, right? I had no idea Dr.Shepherd was your mother! We're all so happy to have a woman of her calibre working with us.

Y/N Forced a smile instinctively.

Y/N: Haha, I'm so glad to hear that! She was a bit nervous about her first day here… oh, how do you know Scott?

Nurse: Oh well, he's my so—

Person: That's Scott's Mom

… the sudden answer caught both the nurse and Y/N off guard as Y/n turned towards the exceedingly familiar annoying voice.

Nurse: Jesus, when did you get here? You need to stop sneaking up like that.

Stiles: Awww … but it's my signature move. 

The buzz-cut boy said, grinning and making a pouty face, to which Y/N just shot a weirded-out look that said… "Ew… grow up."

(Author's Note: Scott McCall's mother's name is Melissa McCall)

Nurse: Anyway, I'm Melissa, Scott's mom. I'm glad to see that you're running about making friends so soon already

The lady said, smiling politely, a smile which racked Y/N with guilt as he didn't really consider the odd duo his friends… it's not that Scott and Stiles weren't great. It's just that, in Y/N's life, he grew to associate the term friendship with a relatively close and protective personal bond…Scott and Stiles…?….they were just… classmates.

Stiles: Well, of course, he's making friends already. Look at the great crowd he hangs out with!

Stiles said excitedly, pointing to himself, a gesture that simply made Y/N feel worse for not considering him a friend…

Y/N tried, but despite being an excellent liar, he couldn't match Stiles' enthusiastic tone when he replied to the boy, which was something Melissa was quick to catch.

Y/N knew Melissa noticed it and quickly changed the topic of conversation.

"Oh, by the way, how come you're at the hospital ?" Y/N asked Stiles while shooting him a questioning look.

Internally dreading that he was stuck in this conversation after a highly awkward morning with Stiles.

Stiles: My dad is the sheriff; Scott and I are waiting for him here.

Melissa: Scott's here? 

Stiles: Yep, he's in the cafeteria 

Melissa: Oh, I should say hi, I'll see you two boys later. Stay safe!

Stiles and Y/N waved her goodbye.

After she left, stiles turned around.

"So are we gonna talk about what happened, or— Am I Pretending that I never saw you naked in the locker room with Jackson Whittemore?" Stiles asked you sarcastically.

Y/N couldn't quite figure out why Stiles would bring it up? After he already made it clear, nothing really happened. Was he upset? Was he mocking him? Either way, Y/N was not in the mood.

Stiles: Uh, Too soon to joke about it?

Y/N: …

Stiles: Got it. So what happened with the, you know…bruise the size of Texas.

Y/N: Why the hell are you so nosy?

Stiles: Because it's the size of Texas?

Y/N: …

Stiles: okay! Wow, you are not in the mood

Y/N: It's been a day.

Stiles: Right.

The two boys fell silent, the air between them heavy and awkward. Y/N shifted his weight, and the bruise on his shoulder ached with every movement.

Stiles couldn't help but keep glancing at it. As if he could see the bruise through your clothes.

"It's fine," you murmured.

"Really? Because it looks—"

"Fine," you interrupted.

Stiles frowned. "If you say so."

Y/N didn't answer, and the air between you crackled with tension.

Stiles shuffled awkwardly; not knowing what to say, he decided to 'wing it.'

"Okay," Stiles said, breaking the silence. "Then tell me about you.

"What?" you asked, justifiably confused by his statement.

"Because that's what people do. They talk about themselves," Stiles replied, grinning.

"I don't."

"Why?"

"Why are you asking me all these questions?" Y/N shot back.

Stiles shrugged. "I'm bored."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't hide the slight smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"So. You moved from LA. What was that like?" Stiles asked.

"Hot," you replied, deadpan.

Stiles snorted. "Yeah, I bet. Must've been a big change, though."

"Not really," you said, though the words felt empty.

Stiles cocked an eyebrow, but he didn't press. "Okay. What did you do there?"

"Stuff."

"Omg, no shit, really? Fascinating… ." Stiles shot a look at you.

"I'm not much of a social bee personally." 

—silence—

When Y/N said "he's not a talker", he did it to try and justify why he said the word "stuff" so vaguely; since he isn't used to talking so much personally in informal social settings, it didn't come easy to him to always respond in the most appropriate ways in personal conversations - But unfortunately what it came off as to Stiles was…I really, really don't wanna be talking to you."

Stiles looked a little taken aback by what Y/N said - essentially misunderstanding the meaning as "stop talking to me" - when the truth was actually quite the opposite, and the truth is that Y/N was Just slowly actually getting used to the sarcasm and constant state of "joking-need" enjoying the little conversation, he found himself wanting to get annoyed by Stiles stupid quips - it was a new feeling for Y/N, one that scared him a bit.

With a hint of sadness, giving up on speaking to you, Stiles got up from the creaky waiting room couch, "Uhm, anyway, I think I go," he said, almost coldly, turning and leaving, giving a small wave.

Y/N couldn't help but watch the boy walk away, a strange emptiness filling his chest.

(Author's note: SOS GUYS SEND HELP. I DON'T KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING; I'M JUST WRITING AS IT COMES TO ME LIKE I'M POSSESSED BY THE FANFIC GHOST)

An arm rested on his shoulder before Y/N could spiral into his thoughts and emotions.

He looked up, his mother standing before him, a soft expression on her face.

"Mom," you murmured.

"You know, it's never good when you come to see me at work," she said, her voice gentle.

"I'm sorry."

Addison sighed. "Don't apologise. Come, I'll show you my new office."

Y/N followed her through the labyrinthine halls, past doctors, nurses and patients.

As Y/N walked through the cafeteria, he saw a familiar buzz-cut, accompanied by his taller, athletic, crooked-jaw friend and Melissa.

They were having a light and carefree conversation, smiling and laughing, and the air between them was calm and comfortable. That was until Stiles' eyes met y/n's.

Suddenly, everything froze as if time itself had stopped. For a second, all Y/N could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears. All he could see was the look on Stiles' face—that mixture of surprise and hurt, his mouth open slightly, as if he was going to say something, say hi.

But y/n didn't give him a chance. He didn't like how Stiles made him feel so on edge and overly concerned for someone he hadn't considered a friend; he wasn't used to feeling so...restless.

Without a word, y/n turned and walked away, the ache in your shoulder heavier than before, his gaze lingering like a ghost on your skin.

— Stiles — POV—

I think he really hates me, Stiles thought to himself as Y/N coldly walked by.

"Oh, there's Y/N and his mom, too, Scott. Why don't you go invite Y/N over for dinner tonight ?" Melissa chimed in, noticing both the boys look towards y/n.

Scott: I mean, sure, but what if he says no?

Melissa: he seems like a nice guy, and his mother is right there; I doubt you'll get a no.

Stiles: Oh, I'm so coming too. Where's my invite?

Melissa: Coming? Coming where you already basically live in my house

Stiles: Are you asking me to move in? <3 

Scott: NO, NO, SHE IS NOT, AND you can come. I'll go ask Y/N.

Stiles watched Scott follow Y/N out of the cafeteria as they turned the hallway, wondering what the boy would do. Would he casually approach the man and ask him, or would he just stand awkwardly?

Scott saw Y/N enter an office and start stalking; not wanting to interrupt, he decided to wait outside the room; though he felt like he was eavesdropping because of his werewolf super hearing, it just couldn't be helped; he couldn't really "turn it off" on a whim.

Y/N's POV —

After walking out of the cafeteria, I sighed deeply, which made my mother shoot me a questioning look.

"I'm just tired, the packing, the moving, the having no social battery left, nothing out of the ordinary." I quickly said, hoping my mom wouldn't press too hard about it because I didn't have the energy to deal with it.

"So this is the new office, not as big or fancy, but it's warm, isn't it."

The walls were a bright white, a large desk and chair sat at the far end, and a large bookshelf full of textbooks and medical journals sat behind it.

Despite the cold air conditioning, the room had a comforting and warm vibe.

Addison: Apparently, the hospital has been kind to me. Apparently, I have a reputation.

Y/N: HA That you do. And kind? I could fit two cars into your previous office.

Addison: You, young sir, must learn to be grateful for the little things.

Y/N: Yes, yes, WE KNOW.

y/n chuckled, pulling his T-shirt off abruptly; unbeknown to him, a curious Scott could see and hear everything from outside.

Addison: oh wow. What is THAT, a bruise? And a big one.

Y/N: Umm, yeah, it kinda appeared, no big deal.

Addison: No big deal? It's quite literally a 'BIG' deal. And how did you manage to get yourself into this?

Y/N: Well, I kinda don't know… I just got home and went to bed, I had a horrible nightmare, and I woke up, and this colossal mark was here, so I think maybe I was sleepwalking or something? I don't know, really, but yeah…

Addison: Are you sure it was sleepwalking? Tell me more about the nightmare. 

Y/N: I - I-Don— I don't know. It felt real, like I was awake or something. I was in bed, but then I wasn't... I was in the woods. I know it's not real, or I think it isn't because I remember the pain and getting caught in a bear trap, but I'm fine. However, there was something there when I was caught in the bear trap. It was, I don't know, this sounds crazy, it was … I don't know … it was a monster? It looked almost human, reptilian, kinda like the lizard man from Spider-Man. I KNOW, I KNOW, IT SOUNDS CRAZY, but it attacked me. My whole body couldn't move or breathe, and this is where it gets weird when I supposedly "died"/or rather "woke up" from the nightmare I was in the room, but where that ..thing… attacked me … I had this huge bruise. And I know this sounds like a cock and bull-bullshit story, but I swear I'm not lying.

Addison: Well, you are right about it. It sounds crazy, but I trust you. You know there's a thing called Phantom pain.

Y/N: MOM, I didn't imagine the pain. It's real! I have a bruise!

Addison: Oh honey, it stemming from something in your head doesn't mean it's any less real, or painful. Sometimes, when our body goes through a traumatic experience, it can leave this sort of "lasting pain." When someone gets their leg amputated, they feel a lot of extremely real pain in their "leg", the leg that's not even attached - despite this, their body produces actual pain and chemicals biologically, so the pain is very real. I'm no expert on Sleep studies, I'll have you shown to someone in a week or so, but my best guess is that the nightmare, which could have been caused by a thousand reasons like stress from moving and this and that probably inherently was traumatic enough for your body to "read it/ experience it as real pain" so even if it happened in your dream, it was damaging enough to your psyche for it to physically manifest as an actual bruise.

Y/N: So what I'm hearing is I need a shrink.

Addison: Honey, you'll realise this when you grow up, everybody needs a fucking shrink…Now I have to get back to work. I'll write you some meds for the pain, and to help it heal, don't physically exert yourself. That includes, you know, things with other people. 

Y/N: Trust me, girls aren't exactly lining up for dates right now, so you don't need to worry about it.

Addison: Aww, I love you, baby.

Y/N: Love you too.

When Y/N was done with his mother, a tall boy stood there waiting for him. It was Scott McCall.

Y/N: Uhh, Hello, Scott...

Scott: Hey, sorry, I was just waiting for you.

Addison: Who's this?

Scott: I'm Scott McCall, I am in a couple classes with your son and we were talking earlier I was just wondering if y/n wanted to come over for dinner?

Y/N: oh, umm, yeah, that sounds nice, but I wouldn't want to impose.

Addison: Oh, nonsense! He would love to come over for dinner, and it's always lovely for Y/N to make friends, isn't that right?

Y/N: MOTHER: I have friends.

Addison: Sure, baby, and that reminds me, when was the last time you called them

Y/N: Why does everyone in this world have it out for me

Addison: Mhm.

Scott: Well, that sounds great! We're leaving in 10 minutes. Can I drive you?

Y/N internally sighed. There was no winning today. Maybe Destiny just really wants Y/N to hang out with these two boys…FUCK.

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