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redroses07 · 11 months ago

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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.

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perseephoneee · 5 months ago

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ice skating [ficmas day 7] [isaac lahey x reader]

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anonymous: I saw your post about ficmas 24. can you please write smth with Isaac and ice skating?

author's note: i went ice skating with @muffinbeliever and it was so terrifying all i did was almost cry

playlist:

the moon will sing -- the crane wives

i'll be home for christmas -- she & him

gold rush -- taylor swift

Beacon Hills officially had a high school hockey team.

You don’t remember when Coach Finstock lost his mind, but you assume it’s been a long time coming. It’s the only explanation for why he thinks this would be a good idea.

Especially since his ‘hockey team’ is just his lacrosse team on skates. Many of them can’t even skate. You’re unsure how he coerced the team to even participate.

“This is painful,” Allison commented, and you had to agree. You both accompanied Scott and Stiles to hockey practice, Allison to see her boyfriend, and you to get a free ride. You still didn’t have a car (you hoped to fix that soon).

You watched Stiles fall face first.

“It’s pretty awful,” you hissed, watching another teammate crash into the wall. “I kinda want popcorn.”

“Me too.”

You both were heathens.

Danny was reasonably competent and would be very solid with a few more practices. The other surprising one was Isaac, who was skating laps around everyone. Scott wasn’t falling, but he wasn’t confident either. Werewolf instincts meant jack shit in the face of skating.

“Did he just do a little hop and a skip?” You remarked as you watched Isaac. You couldn’t help but watch Isaac. He was aloof and not amazing at conversations, but he was alluring. Maybe it was the jawline or his eyes. You were unsure. Sometimes, he’d take Scott’s bike to school when Scott rode with Stiles, and sometimes, he’d drive you home. Those were your favorite days.

“He’s ridiculous,” Allison chuckled as Isaac continued to show off. He and Danny were playing their own game of hockey at this point. You didn’t want to look at what Stiles was doing; it made you sad. Allison turned to you. “Ten bucks says Stiles, knocking over Scott.”

“You’re on, Argent.”

You were $10 richer by the end of practice, in large part thanks to the fact that a conga line of lacrosse-turned-hockey players took out Scott, who then wiped out Stiles. It was inherently painful but insanely funny. At least the ice rink had concessions. You were sipping a blue slushie when the boys came out, broken and battered.

“I want to be eaten by a wolf,” Stiles sighed. A bruise was forming on his arm.

“Sure, but it’s not going to remedy the fact you can’t skate,” you chuckled. He glared at you.

“You’re not funny.”

You sipped your slushie, hiding your laugh. Isaac came out a few seconds later. His hair was slightly damp, and it looked like he had run through the rain. It was way too sexy and made your stomach turn. He waved in greeting.

“What flavor?” He inquired, pointing to your cup. You stuck out your tongue to show the blue dye. He just nodded.

“Isaac, can you take Y/N home? Allison and I were heading to Stiles,” Scott asks, tossing his keys to the beta. He catches them quickly. Isaac nods, not bothered, but it doesn’t stop you from worrying you were a burden. Not that he’d ever tell you that you were.

The night air was crisp as you climbed behind him on the bike. He always gave you the helmet, even though you should both have them. He argued he could heal. You couldn’t fault his logic.

You were on your way a little later, arms tight around his middle as you savored the few moments you could pretend to be his.

Isaac started to slow down, and you lifted your head to ask why, but he shushed you. You slowed to an idle, barely fast enough to stay up. His proverbial wolf ears perked up. He decided a split second later, quickly swinging the bike around and taking off much quicker than before.

You yelped as you gripped him tighter. You could hear engines behind you, which did not bode well. He went off-road, starting to serve through side streets in a way that made you nauseous. A shot rang out.

You had nowhere to hide as more bullets were fired. Isaac quickly turned, the bike screeching. He launched you both off of it, covering your body with his as the asphalt cut into your skin. You wanted to cry out but didn’t. Not when you were more concerned about finding safety. Isaac gripped your hand, dragging you to the backdoor of a building. He tore off the handle and shoved you in.

The alcove was small, and you pressed up against him as he looked out the window, watching your pursuers run by. A few seconds later, you both let out long breaths.

Isaac relaxed against the wall, grimacing. That’s when you noticed the patch of blood blooming from his flank. You stifled a screech.

“Isaac—“

“Is there first aid?” He coughed, looking around the room you were in. It was the kitchen of a diner. You went through five cabinets before finding first aid. It wasn’t much, but you made do. You were too distracted by his wound to process his shirtlessness.

The bullet wasn’t deep, or maybe it had been, and his healing pushed it out. You weren’t sure. Your minimal nursing skills came in handy as you bandaged him up. He might be able to survive, but it wasn’t painless.

When you were done, you made him swallow some ibuprofen. Your hands wrapped gauze around his middle, hiding an obnoxiously sculpted chest from you. Fucking werewolves.

Isaac’s eyes traced your face, a frown marring his expression. He traced your arm with a finger, and you hissed in pain as he found the fracture that you had been trying to hide. He was on you in a second.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“My wound isn’t bad like yours,” you protested. Isaac took his discarded shirt and tore it into cotton strips. He fashioned a makeshift cast for you before cleaning up your arm. You realized it was the most tender moment the two of you have had. He took some cotton balls and wiped some blood off your temple.

“I didn’t know you could skate,” you murmured, breaking the silence. Isaac’s mouth quirked up.

“Is that really what you’re thinking about right now?”

“Kind of,” you tried to shrug, but it just hurt your arm.

“My brother was a hockey fan. He’d take me to the rink,” Isaac answered, applying a small bandaid. He never talked about his brother; you didn’t want to push. “Derek mentioned there might be some bounty hunters. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

“It’s fine, Isaac. Really.”

“You should come back to see Melissa for that arm,” Isaac moved to put his shirt back on, and you bit back disappointment. He glanced outside and, feeling safe, led you both out and back to the bike. It was scraped up but still worked. Isaac put you on the front of the bike since his torso was still healing. He wrapped his arms around you to grab the handles, and you couldn’t help but inhale his smell of petrichor and pine. You wanted to lean into him and never leave.

You could’ve fallen asleep like this, even with the wind biting into your skin. Fortunately (for your sanity), you pulled up the McCall residence no longer after. Isaac helped you off the bike and led you up to the front door.

You’ve been to the McCall residence a few times, and each time were struck by how much warmth Melissa had managed to infuse into the place. She came out of the living room when you both entered.

“What the hell happened?” she inquired, coming to you first.

“Bounty hunters,” Isaac said matter-of-factly.

“Why do I let any of you outside,” Melissa mumbled. She took you to the bathroom to take a look at your arm. You were happy to hear that your arm wasn’t broken, but there was lightly a fixture that needed to be watched. She gave you pain meds and redid your cast.

“Do you think I could stay here tonight?” you asked, adjusting your arm in its cast. “I just don’t feel like going home right now.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Melissa smiled, kissing your head. She felt like your other Mom.

She gave you some of her pajamas and a toothbrush so you could get ready for bed. You were thankful she was there to help you maneuver out of your clothes so you could put on the pajamas. You tried not to think much about Isaac in the next room. When you were all done cleaning up, you went to the living room to get situated on the couch but found Isaac already lying there on his phone. He had also changed into sleepwear.

“I was going to sleep here,” you stated. He glanced up at you, jawline and all. You really needed to get your priorities straight.

“You should take my room; it’ll be more comfortable.”

“You got shot.”

“I’m already almost healed, and you’re in a cast,” Isaac pointed out. “Trust me, you’ll want a bed.” You didn’t ask if it was a sports injury that let him know that or something his Dad inflicted. Isaac, when he wanted to be, could be frustratingly stubborn. You took your leave to his room.

You had never been in Isaac’s room, and you took the opportunity to do some high-level snooping. No judgment; you weren’t perfect. There wasn’t much snooping to do, though. The room had minimal decorations. There was a ball poster that was so utterly stupid you had to hide your laughter. There was also a snoopy ornament on his desk. That fact made you smile.

Sleeping in Isaac’s room was already going to be a bad idea. The sheets smelled like him. The room felt like him. You were one delirious episode away from stealing his shirts and pretending like you were waking up next to him. You would call Allison and freak out, but that would involve admitting that you found the beta wolf attractive.

The pain meds plus Isaac’s bed made your insomnia take a back seat, allowing you to fall asleep. You woke up in time for school, only because Scott is one of the loudest people you had ever known. He stumbled into everything and slammed open every door.

You got dressed in your clothes from yesterday and made Isaac’s bed. You brought the folded pajamas downstairs. Isaac and Scott ate all the pantry food while Melissa downed a cup of coffee before her shift.

“Thanks for letting me stay, Ms. McCall,” you smiled, voice quiet.

“Nonsense, you’re always welcome. I’d offer you breakfast, but I think they ate it all,” Melissa nodded towards the two boys. You stifled a smile as she rummaged through the pantry again. “Actually, I found an apple. And peanut butter.”

“That’s usually what I have,” you shrugged, taking the granny smith from her and finding a cutting board. You ate your breakfast and sipped some coffee with milk while observing everyone run around the kitchen. You grabbed Isaac’s sleeve right before leaving the kitchen. “Thanks for letting me use your room,” you muttered. “And for yesterday.”

“No problem,” he shrugged. He paused, shifting his feet. “Have you ever skated before?”

You shook your head.

“I could teach you…after hockey practice.”

“In case I get shot on the ice?”

“Yes, for that,” Isaac smiled. You felt your heart drop into your stomach, butterflies filling the now-empty cavity. You don’t know what Hallmark movie you were in, but you liked it.

School couldn’t go by fast enough. You had to come up with a plausible excuse for your arm around teachers, but the pack immediately jumped on the case. Stiles was itching for some snooping work, and you think you just gave him a good reason to break into his Dad’s safe again. You made a mental reminder to send an apology to Sheriff Stilinski.

You told Allison about your night over lunch.

“You have a date with Isaac Lahey,” Allison gushed, passing you a potato chip.

“I do not,” you responded, mouth full of crunch. “He probably just feels bad about me getting hurt and just is trying to make up for it.”

“So he could buy you lunch, give you rides to and from school,” Allison responded. “Not take you ice skating, just the two of you. It’s a Hallmark movie.”

You put an apple slice in her mouth before she could say anything else.

“I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“That’s fine,” Allison chewed, the words garbled from the bite. “I’ll get my hopes up for you.”

Allison accompanied you to hockey practice, but not before giving you some of her clothes and lipgloss. While you grumbled, you were thankful not to be wearing the same clothes you got shot at. The sweater she lent you was soft, and the leggings were comfortable and stretchy. Perfect to fall on your ass in.

Hockey went as well today as yesterday. Danny and Isaac continued to have a squirmish of their own while the other players tried to remember what a skate was. A few of them were getting better; you could see a small team starting to form. None of the players getting better were Scott and Stiles. Scott’s werewolf reflexes did not translate to the ice.

“Werewolves on ice, coming to a theater near you,” you mumbled. Allison was hiding her eyes at their skating. You were fighting the urge to do the same. Fortunately, your torture came to a halt as Coach fell on the ice and canceled the rest of practice out of anger. You waited till everyone was gone to bother approaching the rink, the feeling of drums in your heart matching each step. Isaac skated around the rink and came to a stop by the entrance.

“I want you to know I’ve never skated, and I’m very, very scared,” you gulped, your healthy arm holding your fractured one against your chest. Isaac smirked.

“I won’t let you fall.”

Your fingers shook when you went to grab rental skates and even more so when you put them on. You had to do a sort of waddle across the padded floors to the entrance, and you looked at the ice like it was the deep ocean. Unknown and utterly horrifying.

“You won’t get hurt, I promise,” Isaac chuckled, holding out his hand. You stared at it.

“What if I trip and pull you down?”

“You won’t.”

“I’m very good at hurting other people,” you whispered. Isaac skated closer to you, a towering figure. He grabbed your hands, unclenching your fingers. Your breath caught as he pulled you onto the ice. It was slippery, and you didn’t like how your feet slid across it. Isaac held you steady, correcting your weight if you started to wobble. He skated backward, going slow as you tried your best to calm your breathing.

“Look at me, don’t look at your feet,” he said. You looked at him, his gaze intense, and you forced yourself to not break. You listened to his every instruction, bending your knees slightly, pushing out instead of forward, until you started to feel somewhat more solid. Isaac noticed when you began to relax more. “Do you trust me?”

“No,” you answered, still not trusting of the ice hell you were in. Isaac laughed.

“I won’t let you go,” he muttered before doing exactly what he said he wouldn’t. He let one of your hands go, twirling you. You stifled a scream as your feet slid across the ice, but he kept his initial promise and didn’t let you fall. He pulled you back into him, closer than before. You stumbled and fell into his chest; he skated you both to a stop. You tried to push back before you made the situation more awkward, but he kept you close, his hands on your back.

You kissed your teeth.

“I’m terrible at skating,” you murmured. You felt the vibrations of Isaac’s laugh.

“That’s okay,” he smiled, that crooked half-smile you often long for. You tilted your head up, Isaac’s nose nudging yours. Your body felt hot, even in the cold room. Still, you shivered from his touches, proximity, and everything. He looked at you through his lashes, his eyes the color of sea foam and lakesides. Your eyes fluttered closed when he brushed his lips over yours. It wasn’t enough, so you pushed closer. His mouth was firm, and you wished you could go on your toes to get closer. The only thing keeping you stable was Isaac. His hands roamed your sides, your neck, everywhere he could hold. He deepened the kiss, and you sighed. It was too soon when he pulled away, even as you realized you forgot to breathe.

“Do you still want to skate?” he murmured.

“Will you kiss me if I fall and embarrass myself?”

“I’ll kiss you even if you do a good job.”

“Then I most definitely still want to skate,” you grinned.

You did fall later on, but you weren’t in pain. Isaac was able to catch you.

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#isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #daniel sharman #daniel sharman x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf fic #my writing #ficmas #ficmas 2024

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year ago

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Not My Decision - Stiles Stilinski

Stiles x reader sister

Derek x reader-ish

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,085

Requested: TW imagine the reader is Stiles sister and u get into an accident and Derek turns u into a wolf and Stiles goes against ur wishes and u get pissed at him for doing so and Peter actually takes care of u - @cokecola4211

Authors Note: I enjoyed the concept behind this request, it was ajoy to write. Maybe a Part 2?

Masterlist

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“Help!” Stiles yelled out carrying Y/n into the hospital. She was covered in blood and therefore so was Stiles.

“Stiles what happened?” Melissa asked as she called a team over with a gurney.

“Just please help her.” Stiles pleaded as he placed her on the rolling hospital bed. He had to watch as they rushed into emergency surgery. Scott had come running in after he had parked the Jeep for his friend. They Both sat down in the waiting room. It didn’t take long for the others to hear about what happened and soon pretty much the entire pack were in the waiting room.

Melissa came out a few hours later with a sad expression. “She’s stable for now.”

“For now?” Stiles asked with extremely worried eyes.

“I don’t know how long she’ll stay stable for.” She hated having to tell Stiles that his sister was basically dieing. Two kids she’s known their whole lives and practically considered her own at times.

“Mom?” Scott stood up with eyes that begged his mom to not say what he thought she was going to say.

“Its not looking good, hunny. I’m sorry. We should probably call your dad, Stiles.” Melissa bit her lip in solace that they’d probably all have to say goodbye.

“What if I could help? The bite.” Derek spoke up, he was very close to the female Stilinski. They were really good friends and if he was being honest he had a bit of a crush on her. Maybe he could save her.

“No. That could still kill her.” Scottt shook his head protesting, not liking the idea at all.

Derek shrugged his shoulders, trying not to show how much the possibility of Y/n dying affected him. “I’m just suggesting. It would be better to try then do nothing and lose her anyway.”

“That’s not what she would want.” Scott argued back. Truthfully he didn’t know if Y/n would want it or not but she would make comments about how it'd be hard being one would make life. Wasn’t that enough? “Stiles, you know that.”

“Do it.” Stiles didn’t care at the moment what anyone thought. He just couldn’t lose his sister.

“Stiles-”

“No Scott.” Stiles turned his head to look at his best friend. Stiles glanced down for a second before he continued. “I know it’s not what she’d want but I don’t have a choice. We don’t have a choice. Plus she trust’s Derek…”

Stiles knew Y/n probably wouldn’t want the bite, not without real thought put into it. But there was more of a chance for her to live. If they don’t do it, she dies. If Derek at least tries she might live.

“We have to try. I can’t lose my sister, Scott.” Stiles pleaded with his eyes.

“If the bite doesn’t take, then we still lose Y/n, Stiles.” Scott tried one last time, but truth be told Scott did think it was worth a shot. Y/n was like a little sister to him, he didn’t want to see her die either.

“At least we tried, because Scott we’re gonna lose her anyway if we don’t.” Stiles stated before turning his attention back to Derek. With a nod he stated. “Do it.”

“Follow me.” Melissa nodded at Derek and he followed her.

It was around 45 minutes before they came back out of the room. This time their faces looked more relieved.

“She's stable and improving.” Melissa smiled, happy to be sharing good news.

“The bite worked?” Lydia questioned the older wolf. Hoping she didn’t have to bury another friend.

Derek nodded with relieved eyes. “It worked. I can sense it. Feel it.”

After all, she was his beta now.

“Good. Good.” Stiles nodded, running his hands through his hair.

“You know she might be pissed.” Lydia looked to Stiles with a knowing look.

“Oh she’s going to be pissed.” Peter stated tauntingly, although he too was glad the girl was going to live. She didn’t treat him like the others.

“Then at least I made the decision that saved her life.” Stiles knew he made the right decision. But he really just hoped she would eventually forgive him.

Eventually everyone went home to get some sleep. Derek stayed and eventually Mr.Stilinski showed up. He showed up just in time when Y/n woke up. He was in there for a while before he asked Derek to come into the room. Which really made Stiles nervous.

Derek left the room not long before their dad did. The two shook hands and Derek left the hospital. Stiles was finally told by his dad that he could go see his sister. For a while the two siblings just sat in silence. Till Y/n spoke up.

“I’m different now. You made that choice for me.” Y/n stated looking down at her hands placed on her lap.

“I didn’t have any other choice.” Stiles stated back. Y/n nodded in understanding and Stiles was grateful that she did. But he still had a bad feeling.

“I need a break Stiles.” Y/n said looking at him with eyes Stiles couldn’t dechirer.

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked, confused, now sitting up in his uncomfortable hospital chair.

“I’m going to stay with Peter and Derek for a while. I already talked to dad about it.” Y/n explained biting her lip. It wasn’t an easy decision for her to have made but she needed space right now, and she needed Derek to help her learn to control her new abilities. Peter too, oddly.

“Y/n-” Stiles tried to interject but Y/n shook her head.

“I need time to adjust Stiles. To get used to my new life, the changes to my body and mind.” Y/n told him hoping he’d get why she was doing this. Why she had to do this. Y/n loved her brother but this? She needed time. “I also need time to understand your choice for my future. To calm down and be able to control myself. I don’t want to get angry at you and hurt you. You're my brother, we’re closer than close Stiles. We alway have been. But right now, I’m afraid I’m gonna hurt you.”

“Ok” Stiles couldn’t say anything else. She was angry at him and was afraid she’d hurt him because of her anger. Anger at him for the choice he made for her. Even though she was pissed, she was still protecting him.

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metis-iphigenia · 8 months ago

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DAMIAN WAYNE SCHOOL HEADCANONS because school opened like 2-3 weeks ago and i need to cope

•since he is 15 years old, he is in 10th grade(not letting dc pull a tim drake and make him the same age forever)

•he used to love chemistry in the 9th grade because the first subject was alchemy if i remember correctly(dc can pry the "al ghuls are alchemists" hc(canon) from my cold dead hands)

but he lost interest in chemistry quickly after the subject passed.

•his all time favourite classes are math and art. im just sure damian's type of person that doesnt separate math and art from eachother

•why art is his favourite is a given but his favourite is math because math is a class based on problem solving(and also because he can do math easily)

but yeah ik his classmates are very very annoyed whenever he says "math is easy"

•I imagine him arguing with his english teacher the most for some reason. there is no reason other than damian is a very educated kid about the english literature(literature in general) so either he doesnt care or he correct his teacher on literally everything.

•i feel like he would either do a very detail research about the book he read and write a very long essay, or make a very short one and not enough detailed. no in between(because he misunderstood his teachers when they said to "keep it short")

•he begged his father to let him take an exam that lets him skil grades based on his level but his father refused so now he takes advanced math etc.

•him and duke see eachother in the morning regularly(insomniac duke, and damian who wakes up at 5.30 is real) and they sit down to talk about random shit till 7 am mostly(duke explained him the fnaf lore and damian talked about creepypastas real)

•he texts with maps both on their way to their separate schools and make plans to meetup after school to just hang out

•damian usually reads or draws in most of the classes since he already knows everything they are teaching but when asked a question, he does yap a lot(dc should bring back yapper damian ngl)

•bathroom breakdowns were very real for 9th grade damian(literally canon event for everyone with social anxiety or people who get overstimulated at school)

•still bullied just doesnt care about it and insults them/messes with them back to get back at the bullies(it stops after him also messing with them)

•he loves playing football and volleyball but not with his teammates(ik hes #3 frat boy hater i just feel it) so he only gets along with 2 of his teammates. i imagine their personality as scott and stiles from teen wolf so yeah

•has one(1) friend and two(2) teammates he doesnt hate in total(girlfailure and girlsuccess damian youre real to me🙌😼)

also he got multiple friends outside of school anyways lmao bro is anything BUT anti-social(to me hes also the type to join his schools projects etc or debate teams)

•he always calls his mother when he makes it to school and whenever hes leaving it because talia worries and he wants ease her worries(ultimate mother daughter duo)

•after school he has a yap session with nika and they talk about everything that happened to them that day(yapper4yapper gravebird my beloved)

•him and stephanie rant about school daily and talk about how much they hate it(but they both wont drop out since steph wants that med school degree and damian also wants it in the future(med student sisterisms real))

•jon may be going to a journalism school(i think??) but hes still a science nerd so their study sessions always turns into an argument about an equation or a science problem

>>> so i think thats it!! please tell me your headcanons too and help me cope with school also because i love reading about hcs(esp thosr about damian) <<<<

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voltronisanobsession · 1 year ago

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Hi! It's me again, I was wondering if I could ask a Derek hale x sister! Reader where since the hale fire the reader stop talking to anyone but only her siblings (like laura, Derek and cora) and one day the pack come in to derek's loft and saw reader whispering to Derek a d they ate shocked because even at school she never speak but as soon as she saw them she stop speaking/whispering to him. So the pack always try to make her speak by speaking to her or asking her things but reader either sigh or growl but never speak to them even though they're her pack because she's afraid that they'll die once she will start being friendly with tem, sos some people of the pack start getting frustrated and stiles or someone else make a comment about her being mut or thinking that she was mute and Derek her big brother stand up for her. Please and sorry it's so so long.

Derek defending Reader b/c of their Quietness

UGH YES LOVE THIS🦅🦅🦅 it’s not long bro, don’t even worry about it, I love writing for teen wolf teehee

Idk if I did you justice but I hope you enjoy this!!

Derek is SUPER protective of you, like it’s not even funny😭

Since you’re with your older brother most of the time, the pack has gotten used to your presence and silence, yet were always so curious to know more about you!

But whenever they’ve come across you, whether it be at school, walking down a street, or even when fighting, you never say a peep to any of them

They obviously know that you somewhat care for them with all the times you’ve saved their asses from trouble, but you’re just so quiet that it’s hard to form a connection with you

I don’t think they’ve actually heard your voice besides from the occasion sigh or chuckle you would let out whenever someone said something funny

At one point they all just assumed you were mute until they one day unexpectedly dropped by Derek’s studio when they hear faint talking from outside his door

Of course they hear Derek’s deep voice, but they also hear a new voice as well

This once is much softer, yet filled with life as they heard the joyful laughing of this unknown person

Stiles being Stiles, homeboy just barges in to see who this new person only to see the surprised faces of you and your brother

“You can talk?!” Is definitely the first thing this dude would say

Your mouth is glued shut at the question and before the group can begin interrogating you, Derek steps in to separate you all

Since then, the group (mostly stiles tho) would try and make you talk

Whether it be about the most random things, they are always in some way waiting for your response

I think Allison would be the one in the pack to understand your hesitance of forming a connection with them because of your terrible pst

She understands your boundaries and only converses with you when it’s only the two of you

Allison doesn’t let her surprise how on her face you you laugh at a joke she offhandedly said to make you feel comfortable

She’s the only one you would actually talk to in private, allowing her to take a place in your heart with how many times she’s saved you, and made you laugh

Scott doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by any means, but sometimes the silence between you both makes him feel awkward

He definitely bugs Derek about it though. Because of how much he asks about it, Derek does fold at one point and reveals why you never speak around them

Scott sees you in a different light at the knowledge of you scared of forming relationships with them, but he doesn’t treat you any differently

He’s learned to embrace the silence and calmness you bring, throwing smiles towards you every now and then when you guys make eye contact

Lydia and Stiles are more of the pushy types, always bothering you about why you don’t talk

Lydia learns to just let I go though after the first few times she tries talking to you

She doesn’t wanna waste her breath when you won’t even respond to a yes or no question😭 you usually communicate with her with your eyes or by nodding your head

Stiles on the other hand won’t let go of it

He’s always asking you questions, waiting for a response before babbling about something else

There are times that he asks sensitive questions which he knows is wrong and insensitive of him but he just wants to hear you speak again

I think we all know how stiles is, pushing someone’s else’s limits until they actually do so emerging to him to him shut up💀

I think Scott might reveal a little about you to Stiles because of how annoying he’s gotten about the subject

Stiles actually gets fed up one random day tho after the group almost gets killed because of your reluctance to communicate with them, making an off handed, and lowkey insulting, comment towards you

“What, are you finally gonna speak at our funerals when one of us dies? There won’t really be a point in doing so though.”

Might not seem like much, but for you, your heart breaks at that

He will admit it’s not his proudest moment

The second the comment leaves his mouth tho, Derek is slamming the younger boy against a way and giving him the death stare

Everyone gasps at the sound of Stiles hitting the wall

Scott tries to make Derek let go, but Stiles was talking shit to his younger sibling and he’s not gonna take that

You quickly walk over though, resting a hand on his arm

Everyone is supposed, even Derek, when you speak

“It’s ok Derek, let him go.”

After a moment of hesitation, Derek lets Stiles go, not before threatening to rip his head off if her ever speaks to you like that

Once he’s backed off, you look to Stiles, eyes filled with hurt and anger

“Are you happy now Stiles?”

And boom, you angrily walk away leaving everyone tense, Allison chasing after you

I think this’ll have a more emotional affect on you because this dude basically forced you to kinda relive a trauma you’ve grown to have

He destroyed the coping mechanism you had, which was keeping to yourself in silence

But maybe this was the push you needed. Maybe you needed someone to break you out of this shell you were in.

It was a difficult and scary process for you, but with the support of Derek and Allison, you slowly began speaking more

Starting with small comments, everyone gave you time and space to go at your own pace when talking with you

I think you would have a stutter because of your limited amount of contact you’ve had with other people throughout the years

So the pack patiently as you get out the words and sentences you stumble on occasionally

They don’t make fun of it, but instead encourage you to continue, especially if you get frustrated when you can’t get out a specific word

They are also there to remind you that they’re always going to be there for you, and that they won’t ever leave you💔

You appreciate so much because that’s been your number one fear ever since the fire that happened all those years ago

While at first things were still awkward with you and Stiles, he apologized the second you guys were alone

He’s super sincere and remorse full of the way he treated you. You accept his apology, but not without giving him the classic Hale threat if he ever does it again🤭

Derek is still super protective of you and always reminds you to not push yourself

You honestly love and appreciate him for that, and often remind him how much you appreciate him

Cora, if she’s visiting, would be surprised to hear you talking freely now. While she gives Stiles the stink eye at hearing how it all happened, she’s lowkey happy that you’ve finally broken from your chains of doubt

#teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x you #platonic Derek hale x reader #derek hale x reader #derek hale #stiles teen wolf #stiles stilinski #Scott teen wolf #Scott mccall #lydia teen wolf #lydia Martin #allison teen wolf #allison argent #malia teen wolf #x reader #teen wolf headcanons #teen wolf #headcanons #teen wolf ask

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rc-writes · 2 years ago

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𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: benny weir x reader

warnings: one curse word i believe, i say y’all one too many times lol

a/n: this was requested by the same irl friend as my other benny hcs! this blog is going to turn into just a benny fan club soon enough lol. but anyways, i would like to say that in the middle of typing this a roach decided to appear out of nowhere in my room 🙃 that was interesting. also not me writing yet more benny headcanons at 1am. like dude it's bad enough you started appearing in random dreams of mine for a few months (like he’d show up for like to seconds and then dip, or he’d just be in the background and not even say a word) but now you won’t even let me sleep??

you and benny had been friends since middle school

which means you guys have been friends forever in your minds

this also means that the idea of benny liking you or you liking him in more than a friend way, and vice versa, was never a thought that crossed either of y’alls minds

for a while at least

since you were friends with benny that also means by default you’re also friends with ethan

and you three, with the occasional rory appearance, most likely spend an insane amount of time together

i’m talking spending full days playing video games or watching movies, grandma weir loving you, having a love-hate relationship with jane, etc.

this leads me to say that there has to been at least one instance where someone though you were dating one of them

or both

which can go one of two ways

either you’re all stuttering, awkwardly trying to explain you’re just friends

or you all laugh it off because that would be ridiculous right?

right?

i feel like if someone was thought you and benny were together he’d be the type to laugh it off

which would lead to you laughing it off as well because once again that scenario never even crossed either of y’alls minds

benny normally flirts with everyone one he sees, especially if they’re the nerd type

it’s like a second nature at this point

so obviously if he never even attempted to flirt with you that means you two are in fact friends, best friends, bros even, and whatever other words that mean friends

until one day benny’s whole universe flips upside down

the gang was fighting yet another monster of the week as per usual

except this entity was particularly nasty and you ended up getting hurt

like i’m talking needing a quick trip to the er kinda hurt

i can imagine trying to explain what had happened was interesting

turns out you sprained your wrist and had a mild concussion

you were going to be fine but the doctors wanted you to stay over night just incase

but no matter how many times you or anyone else said it benny was not listening

you were literally in the hospital, why was no one else panicking??

you are sitting in a hospital bed!!! with a sprained wrist!! and a concussion!!!!

you’d swear you were dying by his shear panic

he’d feel like shit for not being able to protect you

he literally had magic powers so why was this even happening??

you’ve lost count how many times you had reassured him that it's okay, you can take after yourself

i can see him being like stiles in that one episode of teen wolf where stiles fell asleep in the waiting room for lydia until they kicked him out

grandma weir would have to come pick him up and the entire way home she’s all like 👀 because like yes a best friend will get worried about their friend but this seemed like it could be something more

but knowing grandma i think she’d keep her mouth shut and let him figure it out

it’d be funnier that way

and sure enough in the middle of the night benny wakes up in a cold sweat and is like

????

benny short circuits

he decides to ignore that for the time being

but the next day when you’re released from the hospital ethan suggests that they go see you and benny says no

and ethan’s like?? what happened to him thinking you were dying??

eventually benny confesses to which ethan is now even more ????

after some convincing ethan gets benny to go see you

“dude you guys have been friends forever, nothing’s changed”

“‘nothing’s changed’!?!? what do you mean ‘nothing’s changed’?? everything has changed!!”

cue benny being acting so odd once he gets to your place

which confuses and concerns you since less than 24hrs ago he was acting like you were dying

you questioned ethan about it but he quickly and awkwardly said he had no idea

but the fact that he said it in a higher pitch, stuttering, and way over the top about it, made it clear that he did know something

but you dropped because you knew ethan wasn’t going to snitch on his friend

yet, you thought

new mission unlocked for you: figure out what the hell happened to your best friend over night

benny’s new mission was to make sure by all means that you did not find the answer to that

#mbav #mbav headcanons #benny weir #benny weir headcanons #benny weir imagine #benny weir x reader #my babysitters a vampire #my babysitters a vampire imagine #my babysitters a vampire x reader #my babysitters a vampire headcanons #mbav x reader

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takaraphoenix · 25 days ago

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May Schedule

A more detailed version of my updating schedule that I keep on my AO3 profile!

As always, feel free to drop me an ask if you want to hear more about any of them ;)

Mischief's Demon Wolf (Steter)

At one point during this month, I'll start posting this fic, but due to a lot going on, I don't know when exactly. The plan is for this story to be regularly updated on Fridays. It will be a multiple chapter fic, I do not know how many chapters yet though.

Before being blinded, Deucalion was close to the Stilinski family, Claudia used to be like a sister to him. But after what Gerard did, Noah asks for distance, to keep Stiles safe. Deucalion is not impressed when he returns to Beacon Hills to realize that Mischief managed to still get into trouble and danger all on his own. He is also not impressed by the former Hale Pack's Left Hand sniffing around his cub.

!! No updates between April 27th and May 4th, because I'm on vacation with my best friend !!

05/05: Wolf in the Woods (Steter)

Alternate ABOverse take on episode 1, where omega Stiles goes into the woods alone to look for the body... and instead finds a hot werewolf. Peter wanted to turn a Beta for his pack, but when the pretty little omega starts smelling of arousal, his plans change.

05/07: West Coast Wolves, Part 2 (Stetaliopher)

Let me clarify that this story did not run away from me, okay? I was sick for a week, work was busy and now I have my vacation coming up and I just did not have the time to put everything into the fic that I wanted to. So, instead of not posting anything on April 23rd, I decided to split the story into a two parter at an appropriate moment and post part 1 this week and part 2 after my vacation. Part 2 is going to feature more on the Chris-Deucalion side of figuring out the foursome's relationship.

05/10: Emissary of the Hale Pack, Chapter 1 (Stetopher)

This is going to be my 150th Teen Wolf fic AND my 50th Stetopher fic, so I wanted to post something special for the occasion! A multi-chapter time-travel fix it fic to prevent the Hale Fire.

After losing his entire pack, Stiles goes back in time, far enough to prevent the Hale Fire. And then he's... stuck, in the past. The only one who knows he's from the future is Talia and Peter's mother Dalia, a druid and the former Emissary of the Hale Pack who can sense the time-travel magic on him. Out of gratitude for what he has done, she decides to take him on as an apprentice, giving him a place to stay.

05/12: The Demon Wolf Biker Bar (Stalion)

Stiles' Jeep breaks down and soaked from the rain, he finds shelter at a shady looking biker bar just to fall for the owner and Pack Alpha Deucalion and to be more or less accidentally adopted by the werewolf pack who runs it.

NEW: 05/14: Silver Lining (Stargent)

*deep sigh* Okay, look. I do not control these stories, yeah? My best friend bullied me into writing a post basement Stargent fic while we were on vacation and since it'd be ridiculous to put the nearly finished fic at the end of the schedule and try to scramble and write what is next, we are... pushing back and squeezing the post basement Stargent fic in between here.

05/17: A Spark Into a Flame, Chapter 3 (Stetopher)

Peter takes Stiles home after the warehouse and they talk, about Kate and Claudia.

05/26 05/19: Creeps and Cherries (Steter)

Someone is sacrificing virgins and Stiles is really worried about his life. Peter, the selfless and helpful man he is, offers to help Stiles out with his little problem.

(a mild adjustment because the next Mischief Monday would have been another Stargent and I do want to space the rarepairs out a little to keep y'all well-fed)

05/14 05/21: Coffee and Crime (Stetopher)

Chris and Peter go and hire an assassin to take out Gerard, the bigoted politician father of Chris, so the two can be together. The Black Fox exclusively communicates through notes left in a small café's menu and while negotiating, Chris and Peter fall for the café's owner, Stiles.

05/24: The Alpha Pack's Spark, Chapter 3 (Stetalion)

Peter and Deucalion finally get to seal their matebond and Stiles gets to ask Marin more questions about the Magic Council.

05/19 05/26: Princess Problem (Stargent)

Noah and Melissa are hosting a nice family dinner to celebrate Scott and Allison's engagement. Until Chris asks "Can you pass me the salt, princess?" and both Allison and Stiles reach for the salt shaker. That... was not how Chris or Stiles had planned to tell their families about their relationship...

05/21 05/28: Grand and Mighty (Steter)

The fourth installment in my Size-verse! The Hale Pack has to face the Darach and Stiles gets to prove just how good he's gotten at mastering his Spark.

05/31: Little Red and the Black Fox, Chapter 6 (Stetopher)

Stiles talks to Marin to deal with the aftermath of the kidnapping and contemplates the various horrible things that happened to him throughout his life.

05/28 06/04: Stiles' Seduction Skills (Stetopher)

Stiles has a suspicion that Peter and Chris might be interested in him, but he is absolutely not going to risk embarrassing himself by confronting them, in case he's wrong. So he has the foolproof plan of seducing them so they will act first. Chris and Peter are suffering and struggling to behave themselves, because Stiles seems to be even more tempting than usual.

#Steter #Stetopher #Stargent #Stetalion #Stetaliopher #Teen Wolf #Phoe's Updating Schedule

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sundrop-writes · 7 months ago

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Sundrop's Spooky Fics

So because Halloween is coming up, I decided to put together a rec list of my fics that are perfect for Halloween - none of these are really directly Halloween themed, but they have Halloween or spooky vibes. I divided them up between fics that are on Tumblr and fics that are on AO3 because my account is archive locked so you do need an AO3 account to read those fics. Either way, I hope you enjoy some of these fics if it is your first time reading them!

Blood In The Water - Void!Stiles x Fem!Reader (Teen Wolf) (11,700 words)

Being Stiles’s best friend, you are incredibly worried about him when you figure out that he is quite literally not himself - and that the thing currently occupying his body could be destroying it in the process. When you approach him to show this concern, Void takes a particular interest in you. He’s not capable of love, or even fondness, but he likes you. And he likes the way your fear spikes when you talk about Stiles. So he makes you a deal - he’ll agree to take care of this fleshy, mortal host, in exchange for something more precious, more rare, and more delicious than the meal you have brought for Stiles. He wants your pain. He wants your tears. Void!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Pining Best Friends. Extreme Emotional Angst, Hurt No Comfort. Set during Season 3 (with flashbacks to Season 1, Episode 11).

Recently posted, and one of the most 'Halloween' fics I have ever written. Very angsty, very spooky. Great if you are looking for some great emotional Halloween dread - like the kind that a horror movie would bring. It was one of my favourites to write, and I hope you guys enjoy reading it.

Precious Time Alone - Gar Logan x Fem!Reader (DC Titans) (11,800 words)

Even with the ability to see the future, you never would have guessed that your life would lead you to falling in love with the perfect man - someone sweet, caring, funny, cute. Someone with the passion and fire to protect the ones that he loves no matter what. A precious guy with green hair who had the ability to transform into a tiger at will. And when you finally made love to him for the first time, you never could have guessed how that unique ability affected his sex life. You weren’t exactly complaining, but you wished you had seen this coming. At the end of the day, it was just another thing about him to love. Or - Neither you nor Gar knew that he has the ability to knot, and you both find out for the first time when you have sex together. Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during Season 2, Episode 9.

I put this strictly on the list because it is in the style of A/B/O (even though it's not technically A/B/O, because the reader character is technically human) - because what is Halloween without a little monster fucking? I need to write more monster fucking lmao. Anyway, I love this fic and I love this fic so much - and I hope you will too.

Need - Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (The Walking Dead) (3,000 words)

Daryl comes back from a run acting strangely needy, and you find out that Zach made him jealous. (You may have to thank Zach later.) Or - Daryl fucks your brains out to prove to himself that you’re his. Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut/PWP. Set during early Season 4/The Prison Era.

What would Halloween be without some TWD? There is much 'spookiness' to this one, aside from the fact that it's technically set during a zombie apocalypse - it's just pure porn. But whenever I think of Halloween, I do get the urge to watch TWD, so I had to have my boy Daryl in here somewhere.

Damn The Man, Save The Empire (Five Nights At Freddy's) (6,100 words)

Vanessa has always taken care of you. Since the two of you were kids, she has put her neck on the line for you, and you rarely knew how to return that epic kindness. One night, while both of you are raw and on-edge, the dark cloud of your strange past looming over both of you nearly swallows both of you whole - and once again, Vanessa is right there, taking care of you. (Dark)Dom!Vanessa Shelly x Sub!Gender Neutral Reader. Toxic Co-Dependent Relationship. Smut and Angst. Takes place before the main timeline of the film.

The main spooky thing about this one is the fact that Vanessa is very much a sociopath in this, and who doesn't love a dark fantasy where a serial killer fucks your brains out. I really need to write more fics like this, because this one was so much fun to write - I love writing dark characters to their extreme.

Ghosting - Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader (Five Nights At Freddy's) (3,700 words)

Mike has been in love with you for as long as he can remember. For about as long as the two of you have been best friends. He always thought he would have more time to work up to confessing those big, dangerous feelings for you - until something more dangerous swooped in and stole any time he had left with you. Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader. Star-Crossed Lovers. Pure Angst. Set during the events of the movie.

Again, this is one that brings horror movie dread - I think that angst is really great for Halloween, especially because this is based off a great Halloween movie. This won't be for everyone because it doesn't have a happy ending, but if you are looking for something very angsty, I hope you enjoy reading this.

These next ones are on AO3, and like I mentioned, my account is archive locked, so you will need an AO3 account to view these fics. But I think they are really great and deserve a shout out too. Also, these fics don't have covers that have been made by me (except for one lmao) - so thanks to Tumblr's gif search system for these ones.

Hold Me Tight Or Don't - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene (The Walking Dead) (7,200 words)

Everyone should get one last wish. Right? Well, that’s not exactly something you wanted to be thinking of in the middle of a musty old prison library when you have a pack of Walkers crawling up your ass. But you’ll work with what you’ve got. And you have the loves of your life at your disposal and the remaining time that God has given you. Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. Established Relationship. Major Character Death. Smut and Heavy Angst. Set during Season 3, Episode 4.

This one I put on the list because of the mixture of angst, gore, and smut. I love fics that have a mixture of gore and sex (it's something that I really should do more often) because I feel like sex and death really have such a natural relationship. And this one, unlike the Daryl fic, really brings the zombie aspect to the forefront. It's one of my favourite fics I have ever written, and I think it is perfect for the spooky Halloween mood.

No Brainer - Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving) (Mayhem (2017)) (7,100 words)

When the ID-7 Virus, aka the Red Eye Virus hits Towers and Smythe Consulting, it throws the entire office building into chaos. With a mandatory quarantine from the CDC in action, that chaos builds in on itself, and somehow, you, Derek, and Melanie get everything that you want. aka You have something Derek and Melanie need. Derek and Melanie have something you want. You all agree to make an exchange, and everyone ends up more than happy. Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Strangers to Lovers. Smut. Set during the canon of the film Mayhem.

This one is perfect for Halloween because it's based off of an amazing horror movie. Also, it's no coincidence that there's two Steven Yeun fics on fics on this list. He looks really good covered in blood.

Arms Tonite - Bee (Samara Weaving) x GN!Reader (The Babysitter (2017)) (2,100 words)

Sunrise is fast approaching with every second that ticks by - another second you spend with Bee, another second you lose in the fight to gain more time with her. The deal you had made was impossible to complete, and the Devil was eager to get his claws on your immortal soul. But of course, Bee was brewing up some plans of her own. Bee x Gender Neutral Reader. Friends to Lovers. Angst/Horror. Set outside the events of canon.

This was one of my first shorter fics, and I am still really proud of it. Also, it's great for Halloween cause it involves literal human sacrifice. This was actually one of my first fics to experiment with major gore and violence elements - which was largely inspired by the film. And I would love to write a longer (smut) fic with Bee sometime. I love her character so much and I feel like she is so underappreciated.

Very Good Bad Thing - Antisepticeye x Fem!Demon!Reader (8,200 words)

Valentine's Day is a busy time for you, seeing as you're a sex demon, and you close most of your deals when people are feeling lonely and vulnerable. Of course, Anti just had to interrupt you. To give you his stupid... "present". Anti x Fem!Reader. Exes to Lovers/Frenemies. Smut and Gore.

So, technically this is a Valentine's day fic - because I got the idea that I wanted to post a seasonal fic on Valentine's day on one of my old blogs and this monstrosity came to mind. But this fic is a heavy mixture of gore and smut, so I feel like it would be perfect for Halloween too. This is actually my first ever smut fic that included any gore (and it's my only youtuber ego fic, though I would like to write more of them, because they are so much fun) - and I had so much fun writing it. I love writing about demons and characters who are amoral on their basis, because there is no rules. And that just makes it so much fucking fun.

Anyway, if you read any of these fics, I hope you enjoy them! And I hope you have fun and have a great Halloween!!

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kitchenisking · 1 year ago

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February Fic Rec

Hey Guys, I'm sorry I'm so late this month that its already the next month😅 I went back to work this month and I have mixed feelings about it so there's that🫤 but at least there's faction - please don't tell my kindle, there's so many books on there that I got to read😓. anyway, happy readying everyone! enjoy the spring and remember to kudos and comment😘

Show Him The Love by scarlettletterr - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,911, sterek)

Everyone realizes Stiles is awesome, and actually gives him the recognition he deserves! For all his research, for his constant loyalty, for having awful stuff happen to him and always coming back for more, for trying to do the right thing even when people don't listen when they should.

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My gift for Meggplant, for the Glompfest. Hope you like it!

You feel like Home by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 24,300, sterek)

Five times Stiles gets abused by his boyfriend and and the one time everything falls into place, like it was always meant to be.

Maybe it was.

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"Are you really just leaving?" Stiles asked him.

"Yeah? There's no point in me sticking around, we already did what we always do." His boyfriend said, fastening his belt and walking out of Stiles' room.

It Starts When You're Around by strobelighted - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 26,406, sterek)

"Earth to Derek. You okay, man?"

Derek's eyes are drawn back to the guy in front of him, who's starting to look more worried now.

"I --" he starts, then swallows against the dryness. "Who are you?"

or, Derek gets amnesia

eli's parents are so gross (read: in love) by ash_mcj - (Rating: T, Words: 1,195, sterek)

"I would’ve been here earlier, but nobody thought it would be smart to call the one person who’s intimately dealt with the Nogitsune before, so,” Stiles said bitterly as he threw his hands up. "Now I have a list of asses I gotta kick over this very avoidable fiasco. Scott’s first, since he’s the Alpha—I’m pretty sure that’s how that works. His responsibility, or whatever.”

The familiar sound of Derek’s car pulling into the driveway caught Eli's attention, and he grinned. “Is Dad on your list?”

“Hell yeah, Dad is on my list! Right under Scott.”

“Well, he just got home, so—”

Stiles didn’t wait to hear the rest of the sentence before stomping off in the direction of the living room—and Eli quickly scrambled to follow him, ready to eavesdrop on what was likely going to be a rather impressive and amusing lecture.

[or: eli is glad that stiles is home, since derek has nearly died several times in his absence, but he really wishes they were a little less glad to see each other] -- prompt | a reunion kiss

Hide by dr_girlfriend - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 12,419, sterek)

Stiles has been rejected so many times that it doesn't really surprise him when it happens again. Hurts, yeah, because dammit — he'd thought Derek was the one. Heartbreak sucks, and he's not so sure he's going to get over it this time.

Breaking A Rule by SinQueen69 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,426, sterek)

Anon on tumblr wanted: Hiya! Please with sugar on top write a Sterek fic where derek is a business man and Stiles is a horny cockslut that sends Derek nudes while at work and Derek is pent up and punishes him when he gets home. Daddy Kink, Manhandling, Strength Kink, Bruises, Spanking, Rough Sex, Orgasm Denial, mentions of kittenplay?, verbal humiliation, gags! Tanks be safe and healthy

Soft Space by TuppingLiberty - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,492,k sterek)

This time of year, Derek has to face too many bad anniversaries - the fire, the deaths. Stiles understands when Derek has to take a break from being alpha, when he just needs his daddy.

Rated M for kink, but no explicit (or even mature) sex.

Kinktober day 4: Daddy (Starting Kinktober now so I can maybe finish in October this year)

How to Win an Argument Without Really Trying by sffan - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,288, sterek)

It started with a kiss.

Well, actually, it started with an argument.

no river, no rush by CoraRochester, ravenclawkward - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,351, sterek)

“You can’t marry me! I’m the worst choice. For one, there’s no strategic value to marrying a prince from Gajos—and if there were, I’d have been betrothed to you or Cora years ago. We have nothing to offer Beacon. I’m not even good at being a prince!” …

On the eve of Derek’s coronation, he proposes to Stiles.

Are You Fucking Kidding Me? by Itsreallyjustforresearch83 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,893, sterek)

Derek has liked Stiles for a really long time, like embarrassingly long. But he swore to himself that he wouldn't make a move on Stiles until he knew for sure that his feeling were returned because he refuses to force something onto the Spark.

Derek likes Stiles, Stiles likes Derek, but the Alpha is convinced that Stiles is still in love with Lydia and can't see the obvious dofus Stiles is being around him. Lydia intervenes just because she's sick of watching the two dummys not be together.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #stiles x derek #kitcheniskingficrecs #ficrec #fanfic

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mummybear · 1 year ago

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My Brother's Best Friend - Chapter 6 - Mystic Wolf

Words: 3523

Warnings: Swearing, Talk Of Mates And Marking, Dirty Talk, Stiles Loosing Control, Think That's All :)

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Reader/You/Sadie McCall, Theo Raken, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Talk Of James (OC), Alan Deaton

A/N: Sorry about the wait guys! I'm still really struggling with writers block and I've been really poorly lately which hasn't helped! Anyway< I really hope you enjoy this one! I'm also half way through writing the next one :)

Chapter 6 - Mystic Wolf

Stiles doesn’t speak another word to you, he doesn’t need to though, you can feel his anger pulsing through your bond. He quickly pulls you behind a tree and positions himself in front of you. It's strange, it's almost like the feelings you shared before have been amplified. You take a single step closer to him and wrap a hand around his wrist, trying to pull him back with you. You’re pretty sure you know that voice too and nothing good can come from an amped up werewolf Stiles going face to face with him again, not after the last time.

Stiles lets out a deep growl, one you can feel beneath your feet. Just as Theo steps out from the tree line and into view.

Theo whistles with a stupid grin on his face, “I heard that you’d had an upgrade Stilinski, but shit, even I didn’t see this coming.”

“What do you want, dipshit?” Stiles grits out from between his teeth. You move your hand so you can grab his wrist and intertwine your fingers, before plastering yourself to his back, hoping to stop him from doing anything stupid. Your heartbeat is rapid and nervous, you’re so worried about what might happen right now, and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop it.

“I was looking for Scott. I understand he had a run in with my Beta.”

You’re very confused by this version of Theo, what the hell was he trying to pull. He was like a completely different person. Calm and in control, but you’re certain the monster is lying just beneath the surface.

“Your Beta? What the hell are you talking about?” Stiles asks, irritation and impatience rolling from every word. You can feel his body shaking with tension against your own.

Theo smirks and steps closer, “you’ve both met him. James? I understand that Sadie knows him very well.”

You can’t help your reaction, it's instantaneous, your breath catches in your throat and you tense, gripping Stiles tighter. Stiles gently squeezes your hand back trying to comfort you, but you feel his rage spike.

“Yeah, somehow that doesn’t surprise me. Keep your bitch in line and the fuck away from my mate. You two belong together. Whoever the hell trusted you to be Alpha needs their head testing. But that’s your problem to deal with, so if you and your godforsaken pack can get the hell out of Beacon hills that would be great.” Stiles’ voice is dripping with sarcasm coupled with annoyance. Even though you’re worried about your situation and how Stiles or Theo might react you can’t help but giggle a little, you’d missed Stiles’ sarcasm.

“I made myself Alpha. Not that I expect a little runt like you to understand what real power is. We don’t plan on going anywhere. Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to speak to your Alpha.” Theo announces and as he turns to leave, Stiles lets out a warning growl, and you can’t help but whimper in response to it. To your surprise Theo turns around too, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

With a sigh he looks Stiles dead in the eyes, “yes?”

“One more thing. Keep James the fuck away from Sadie. She’s off limits. Not only is she my mate, but she isn’t interested in his caveman act, or his shit attitude and bad breath. He doesn’t listen and I will stop him, that’s a promise.” Stiles tells him with such steadfast confidence, that you can’t help but blush. You know it shouldn’t excite you this way, but your base instincts seem to take over at your mate defending you, and a noise you didn’t know you could make comes from your mouth. You’re on your tiptoes before you can stop yourself, trying to nuzzle his neck.

Stiles tries not to react but you feel him relax against you, and without even trying you’ve split his attention. Theo laughs, “Sure, I’ll tell him. But he won’t listen. He will come for her, so make sure you are ready to stop him. I’d say good luck, but I don’t care either way.”

Neither of you have a chance to reply, the second Theo starts to walk away Stiles snaps and picks you up and pins you against the closest tree.

“Such a little troublemaker, Minx. You already know that nobody else is allowed to hear those pretty little noises you make.” Stiles purrs, taking both of your wrists in one of his hands and pins it to the tree above you as he nuzzles your neck.

You let out a cry of pleasure when his teeth scrape against your skin, you grip him tighter with your legs and roll your hips against him. Feeling his cock straining against his jeans, “you know what I want, Stiles,” you pant breathlessly.

“I’ve already told you, if I start, I won’t stop. As soon as I’m deep inside you, feeling your pussy dripping wet all around me, I won’t be able to stop myself from sinking my teeth into your neck and claiming you.” Even the spoken words seem to have an effect on both of you, your grip tightens on you as you shiver against him.

He lets out a shaky sigh as he presses his lips to yours softly before pulling away, “this pull between us is getting harder to resist and I’m hanging on by a thread,” he whispers the last part dropping his head onto your chest, carefully releasing your arms. Your hands drop to his head and you softly run your fingers through his hair. He lifts his head and meets your eyes.

“I swear, I really am doing this for you, I know that’s probably hard for you to believe, or even understand but…” you stop him pressing a finger to his lips.

“I know you are. I can see how hard this all is on you,” you can’t help but giggle at that statement hoping to lighten the mood, and luckily Stiles is unable to hold back his own smile as a blush stains his cheeks.

“Yeah, no kidding,” he laughs with a roll of his eyes.

“You’ve been so incredible, Stiles. I have no idea how you haven’t snapped yet. Frankly, I’d never blame you for that, I couldn’t. Even if I couldn’t feel it through our bond, I know all you want is what is best for me, to protect me.”

“Always,” Stiles smiles and lets out a breath. You unwrap your legs from his waist and he carefully helps you onto your feet.

“I shouldn’t have let that prick get away though, I need to text Scott.”

“Tell him we’re going to see Deaton now if he needs us.”

Stiles quickly does as you say, though it’s obvious he’s reluctant to even let go of you for a minute.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, as worry pulses through the bond.

“I promise, Stiles. Nothing that he tells me will change my mind. I’ve wanted to be with you for as long as I can remember. A few obstacles or difficulties won’t change my mind, I’d have been there for you even if it was just as your friend. This just makes me more invested to make sure that you turning into a wolf hasn’t harmed you in any way.”

“That means more than you know, especially given all this fucked up shit going on. Just don’t speak too soon, please. I can’t get my hopes up yet, it will kill me if you decide against us.” He sighs as his phone pings before you can reply, and he looks to find Scott has messaged back.

“Scott says they’re with Deaton at the clinic already. Are you ready for this?” he asks, holding out his hand for you, which you eagerly take hold of.

The entire walk to the clinic is quiet between the two of you, but it’s nice, oddly comforting. Not that you have any idea what the two of you might face, but this time together with no pressure at all makes a change. It feels like it’s been non stop pressure since Stiles first burst back into your life. You can’t quite work out how it’s been such a short time since then, less than a week ago you had been planning to move on from him for good because you couldn’t wait for him forever. Now here you both are, walking down the street hand in hand, wondering what on earth the next few hours will hold for you both. Whatever it does hold, you just hope that Stiles will be okay, because you would never tell him, but you terrified whatever type of werewolf he is might be dangerous for him. Though you’re not worried he’d ever hurt you.

Stiles gently squeezes your hand, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Hey minx, I can feel you thinking… literally. Talk to me,”

You huff out a laugh. “Sorry, I’m okay. I guess I’m just wondering what Deaton will say about us, about all of this. I’d just like to have a year where something massive and life changing doesn’t happen, I dunno. Ignore me,” you sigh, a slightly self-deprecating laugh leaving your mouth.

“Don’t do that, don’t downplay this shit. I get it. Everything with Scotty has taken years to settle down. Last year you lost your best friend in some shitty accident, then all of this with me. You have every right to feel the things you’re feeling. Just promise me, you won’t shut me out. I want to be there for you, like I said even if you decide against us going forward with our bond. I would never hold that against you, I’ll never stop being there for you. You’ll always be a part of me.” Every word he speaks settles around you like a comforting blanket, and you can’t stop the grin from breaking out on your face.

“Thank you,” you whisper, emotion clogging your throat as you blink away your tears. “I can’t believe you said all of that without any sarcasm attached. And to think I was considering moving on from my obsession with you a week before you came back.” You can’t help but laugh when he tugs you to a stop and steps in front of you with his hand over his chest.

“I should be offended by that,” he smirks, stepping closer and pulling you into his arms. “Guess I’ll just have to count myself lucky I came back in time to stop that momentary insanity huh?”

You wrap your arms around his neck, his eyes glow purple as you lean in and softly press your lips to his. His hands settle on your hips when you pull back, “this bond packs a damn punch,” Stiles chuckles with a slight wince while resting his forehead against yours. It’s only then that you realise you’ve stopped outside the clinic.

You swallow thickly feeling the way your body reaches for him, almost like your soul is reaching for his own. It’s actually painful when you both pull away from each other, so Stiles takes your hand once again. You walk backwards slowly in front of him, with a grin.

“You sure you don’t want to just go back home. We can finish this right now Stiles.”

“Fire. Minx, you’re playing with fire,” he rasps, as a blush creeps up his neck and he adjusts himself in his pants and rubs at the back of his neck.

You both walk through the door and come face to face with your brother, who quickly pulls you into a big hug, you melt against him as you wrap your arms around him.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Sadie.” He lets go of you and gives Stiles a quick hug too.

“Did you guys have any trouble on your way over here?”

You look at Stiles who lets out a huff, “yes. We should talk after… well this.”

Before Scott can reply, Deaton walks into the room.

“Ahh, Stiles, Sadie. Good to see you both. As we discussed Scott, I think it’s best if this conversation is between the three of us. We’ll call the rest of you back soon.”

With a nod of his head Scott and the rest of the pack leave the clinic. You, Deaton and Stiles gather around the examination table. Stiles reaches out and wraps his fingers around your own, and you let out a shaky breath, “It’s okay, me too,” Stiles assures you, a barely there smile on his lips.

“Are you both sure you want to talk about this now?” Deaton asks thoughtfully, looking between you both, you’re certain your nerves are written on both of your faces.

“Kind of need to, Doc. We’ve agreed, the sooner we know what we’re up against the better,” Stiles tells him for both of you, unconsciously edging closer to you.

“I would have to agree. Have you both been doing okay? Adjusting? I realise it’s only been two days but you seem relatively calm, all things considered.”

It feels as though your skin is itchy and you know the only thing that will stop the itch, so you do what your body wants and tuck yourself under Stiles’ arm. Blushing when both men stop to look at you, “sorry,” you whisper a little embarrassed.

“No need to apologise, it’s perfectly normal. I’m honestly surprised you lasted that long, I have to confess I’m also impressed that we’re even still able to have this conversation before you’ve fully mated with one another.”

Stiles clears his throat, “so… where should we start, Doc?”

“Well, from the little we know about the wolf you seem to have, it is a very rare kind. It’s also not known why and how people gain this particular type of wolf. However, there are a few things I can tell you. One of the main things is that we have no idea how the Mystic Werewolf occurs, only that as I say it’s extremely rare. It’s also been told that the Mystic is one of the only wolves able to resist the true Alpha’s influence, and in fact your power could rival that of Scott’s power. We also know that Wolfsbane doesn’t have an effect on you, at least, not to the extent it does on every other wolf. Once the two of you are mated, if that's the path you choose, then you’ll be able to mind link with each other, but only with each other. There is also the distinct possibility that Sadie might gain some of your powers, once mated. Although, if you choose to become a wolf, Sadie, there is a high possibility that you’ll also become a Mystic wolf. No matter who is the Alpha of your pack, your mate will consider you her Alpha, Stiles.” Deaton pauses, watching you both carefully as you both try to digest everything you’ve heard.

Stiles swallows hard and you’re sure you heard it, “okay. My first question is… is Sadie safe with me? Am I dangerous? To her, to anyone else?”

Deaton frowns a little in confusion, “Stiles, I can see what this means to you. But I assure you, you’re only as dangerous as any other werewolf. As much as Scott is to Allison, though from the amount of restraint you’ve shown I know that your bond to one another is incredibly strong. There are some whispers that the Mystic wolf can shift into a full wolf and control the transition so they don’t lose themselves to the animal. However, that was one rumour that I couldn't confirm. But if you want my opinion, Sadie is safest when she’s with you.”

You feel Stiles sag with relief as you press close to him, almost like his scent is stronger now you’re inside again. The rumble that leaves his chest makes you whimper and his fingers grip you tighter, pulling you closer.

“If I make her mine, mate her, will she turn or is that a separate thing?” Stiles asks, his voice almost a growl now, you can see his wolf in his purple eyes, feel him clawing to take you.

Deaton swallows looking between you both, clearly the tension in the room has gone up quite a lot in the past ten minutes, and Deaton can sense that Stiles is barely holding it together.

“No, it’s completely separate. Marking is something that must be done while you’re mating. Changing someone is completely separate.”

“Alpha, please,” you whimper, feeling the cramps in your stomach again, but these are so much worse than anything you’ve ever felt before.

Stiles growls and pushes you up against the closest wall. You whine a little at the pain but that’s soon forgotten when you feel him press against you. His breath is hot and fast against your mouth. His hands are fists beside your head pressed into the wall. You arch towards him and lick your lips desperate to feel his skin against yours.

“Doc? Does mountain ash work on me?” Stiles snarls, as his fists slam through the wall by your head.

“As far as I know.” Deaton responds calmly.

“Do it, please. Stop me. I can’t do this here. We’ve waited too long, I won’t take her here, not like this.” Stiles whispers, eyes never leaving yours even when Deaton leaves the room.

You keep your eyes locked on Stiles as you begin to tug at your coat. Feeling the sweat rolling down your neck, you're unbearably hot. Stiles licks his lips as his eyes fall to your breasts, still covered by your t-shirt.

“Fuck. You want it, don’t you, my little Minx.”

You lean in close, your breathing ragged and push up on your tiptoes and press your lips to his ear. “Told you I’d still want you. My big bad Alpha,” you purr, wishing he’d move to grab you but he keeps his hands buried in the wall.

“Stop it, Sadie. I’ll hurt you right now and I don’t want that.”

You hum out a pleased noise as you look up at him, “Make it hurt then, baby. I wanna know, when you take me and make me beg for it, where are you gonna put your mark?” Stiles only growls low and deep in response. You tip your head to the side and bite your lip as your fingers skim the side of your neck, “here?” you ask breathy and desperate, “or here?” you whisper once more, brushing your fingers over the top of your breasts. Tipping your head back you expose your throat to him, desperation clawing at you painfully.

Stiles finally snaps and leans forward and you feel his entire body shudder as he licks up your throat and nips at your chin. He rips one of his hands from the wall and his hand gently smoothes over your breasts with a gentle squeeze, he uses a little more pressure his hand pushes over your collar bone and comes to settle around your throat. He buries his nose in the side of your neck and inhales deeply.

“All fucking mine, taste so fucking good.” Stiles groans deeply, you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel the last of his control snap.

However, before he can make contact a cloud of dust envelopes the pair of you and Stiles is ripped away from you. You hear a massive commotion but you can’t react. All you can do is sink to the floor, unable to hold yourself up anymore on your weak legs. You are vaguely aware of the snarls and growls just across the room, but all you can do is whimper as you collapse to the floor. The world around you goes dark as you slip into unconsciousness.

Stiles POV

I stop fighting Scott to get back to his sister the second that I hear that whimper and I watch, helpless and terrified as my mate collapses to the floor. I whimper helplessly pushing at Scott much less aggressively, desperate need and terror clawing at me. I’m unable to take my eyes from Sadies still body as Allison drops down beside her to take her pulse. I can hear her heartbeat but I allow it, what the fuck have I done. I drop to my knees as I look at her laying there in a heap, helpless and all I can think is that this is all my fault.

Scott gets down beside me as he rests a hand on my shoulder, he meets my eyes.

“Don’t go there, Stiles. Not your fault. You’ve both waited way longer to mate than is usually even possible. I know why you did and I’m glad you got all of the information before doing anything, we’ll all get you both back home. You both need food and rest, then go from there.”

I give him a stiff nod as I slowly make my way towards her and carefully pull her into my arms, holding her close to my chest. I will make this all right, I’ll make everything perfect for her.

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago

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Derek hale x Sister!reader - my sister

Hi so this is the request I try to send you before through the inbox. I wanted to know if you could write a Derek Hale x big sister reader where the reader is very very protective like almost overprotective of him ( he could be her anchor )and I wanted to see how the whole pack would react to that because everyone know that Derek can take care of himself and also that he's very strong, they don't really understand why the reader is so protective over him and then someone explain why she so protectives over him ( it could be Chris, Peter, Noah or even Deaton) and that since the fire it got a little bit more worse. Please, I love how you write the siblings bond that I read on your blog. Sorry it's very long - @bakakara666💜

Looking at your little brother come limping into the loft, you pointed to the couch and he sat down, watching as you wondered away.

Everyone else filed in behind Derek, Scott a little injured but nowhere near as bad as Derek was, and they watched as you came back over.

You dragged the coffee table over and sat in front of Derek, taking his arm in yours as you wordlessly tended to his wounds.

“Doesn’t he know how to do that himself…?” Stiles whispered.

“Of course he does idiot.” Peter hissed.

Peter looked at you carefully tending to your brothers wounds and he sighed softly.

“Then why is (Y/N) doing it?” Lydia asked.

You glared at them all, and Peter ushered the into a different part of the loft while you carried on helping your brother.

“What happened?” You asked.

“Hunters, nothing serious don’t worry.”

You nodded your head very slowly, and began to clean the wounds on his other arm.

“How’s your side?” You asked.

“Healing, it should be mostly healed now.” He said.

You nodded again.

Derek looked down at you, your tired eyes focusing carefully on what you were doing and he sighed a little bit.

“You don’t have to do this.” He said.

“Yes I do.”

Derek reached up, grabbing your wrist in his hand and stopped you, forcing you to turn your attention up to him.

“You don’t. It’ll heal.”

“I have to do this Derek.”

You both stared at one another for a few moments before he slowly let go of your wrist, letting you go back to looking after him.

“Are they still alive?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

You tossed everything into a bag and set it aside, standing up, you began to walk towards the door.

“(Y/N) don’t!”

Everyone else came out of the room to see you standing in front of the doors to the loft, yellow eyes fixated on the door.

“(Y/N).” Peter warned.

You glared at him.

“Leave it, they’re not worth it.” Derek said.

You slowly turned around, your yellow eyes staring into his blue ones.

“They hurt you. That’s all the do. Hurt.” You growled.

“And we handled it they’re not coming back. It’s fine.”

Derek walked over and he placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t do it…” he whispered.

Gazing at your brother, you sighed, letting your eyes return to normal as you nodded and walked away to properly clean up.

Derek sighed heavily as he looked at you.

“What would she have done…?” Alison whispered.

“She would’ve ripped every hunter she came across to bits without thinking twice about it.” Derek said.

“So she’s dangerous? Great!” Stiles scoffed.

Derek turned around, grabbing stiles by the shirt and pulled him of his feet a little bit while everyone called for him to stop.

“My sister is not dangerous.” Derek growled.

He dropped stiles, shoving him back a few steps.

“Don’t ever call her that again.”

With that, Derek stormed away and when you noticed you went after him, calling his name.

Stile turned to Peter.

“What the hell is his problem?” Stiles asked.

Peter glared at Stiles.

“He doesn’t have a problem you called his sister, by niece, dangerous of course he’s going to be pissed.”

“Why is (Y/N) so protective of Derek?” Lydia asked.

Peter glanced towards the stairs then gestured to the couch, so everyone went to sit down and he stood in front of them all, arms crossed over his chest.

Upstairs you were sat with Derek, your hand in his as you both just sat silently.

“She’s always been protective of him. Older than him by 5 years, (Y/N) always felt the need to look after Derek. If he fell, she was there, scared, upset, angry she was right there for it all.”

Peter sat down on the table like you did.

“They were incredibly close. After the fire she became more protective, she had lost everyone aside from him.”

Peter glanced to the stairs again before looking at them.

“Derek is protective of her, sure. But she would bring this whole town to its knees if she had to just to keep him safe. (Y/N) can’t loose anymore of her family, it would tear her apart.”

Everyone nodded their heads.

“That’s why she was going to go find those hunters, right?” Scott asked.

“Exactly, she’d have killed them if Derek hadn’t stopped her. He’s the only one who can keep her temper in check, so remember that when you’re trying to get him arrested again.”

You stood up, placing your hand on Derek’s shoulder as you turned around to look at him.

“You’re okay, right?” You asked.

“I’m fine, I promise. Don’t worry about it’s nothing.”

You nodded your head a little and walked over to the window to look outside.

“Next time I’m coming with you.”

Derek glanced at you and said nothing about it because he knew he wasn’t going to be able to stop you.

If you wanted to go you would, and he knew there was absolutely no way that he could stop you from doing it, all he could do was stop you from trying to kill anyone who hurt him

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Sterek kiss 47

Here you go! #47 “out of spite” for the Write a Kiss prompt challenge

BLINDED BY THE TRUTH OF YOU AND ME

“Leave,” Stiles ordered, not even bothering to turn around and look at the man who just crawled through his bedroom window. “I mean it. I’m not doing this with you tonight. I’m busy.”

Derek scoffed. “Busy. Doing what? Multiplication tables?”

Stiles knew what the werewolf was doing. He wanted to make Stiles mad enough that he would turn around and face him. Except Stiles had no intention of doing that. Not tonight. Tonight, he was going to do his research and forget all about the existence of Derek fucking Hale.

He just had to get him to leave first.

Taking a deep breath, Stiles paused his fingers on his keyboard. “Contrary to popular belief, my life does not depend on or revolve around you. Now, go the fuck away. I’m busy.”

“I’m not leaving. Not until you hear me out.”

Hear him out. As if anything he said could possibly matter right now. “You told Peter I was an annoying human who was only good for research and nothing else so forgive me if I’m not interested in hearing anything else you have to say to me. I’m doing what I’m good at, according to you, so get the fuck out of my house so I can do it in peace.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Sure, it wasn’t. Except that he had. He didn’t need werewolf senses to know that.

Ignoring him, Stiles went back to his search. Whatever creature they were dealing with, he needed to find out all he could about it in a hurry. Then he could forget about the werewolf in his bedroom and anyone and everyone associated with him.

Three days. That’s all he had to get through. Three days, two more nights, and he was free. Free to go live the rest of his life and not worry about the friends he thought he had or the people he thought had cared. He would be done, and this time, it would be for good. He wasn’t coming back here again. His dad could come to visit him in Cambridge. The rest of them…Stiles didn’t give a fuck what they did anymore.

Pausing in his search, he quickly read through the article and jotted down some notes. He wasn’t quite sure they were dealing with a tengu, but that’s the only thing that seemed to make sense right now. They had a large bird of prey in town, no doubt about that, but the kind with humanoid features and a cloak of magic to protect it. And how could summon crows to attack at will.

Maybe if they tricked the thing into giving up his cloak, they could defeat it, but how was the question. What could it possibly want and how could they convince it to take it from them in exchange for the cloak.

“Stiles—”

“Can’t you see I’m fucking busy, Derek? Go away!”

An irritated huff and then Stiles was being spun around in his chair, an angry looking werewolf staring down his nose at him. “Do not act like you don’t know why I said what I said to Peter. It’s beneath you, and beneath me.”

The thing is, he did know why Derek said what he said to Peter. He’d heard Peter’s crude comments, too. But that didn’t make it any less painful for him to hear the words Derek spoke in response. “Go away. I mean it, Derek. I’m not doing this with you.”

“I’m not leaving. So, you may as well talk to me now.”

He didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to look at Derek and see the pity in his eyes or hear the empty platitudes in his words. Because some part of Derek, no matter how deep, meant what he said to Peter. Or thought he did, at least.

That’s what hurt Stiles. “I swear to God, if you don’t get out of my face in the next ten seconds—”

“You’ll what? Hit me? Go ahead. I can take it. I’m a werewolf, remember.”

Stiles narrowed his gaze. Looked from Derek’s daring green eyes to his slightly parted lips. Then he did the only thing he could think of, the only thing sure to make the werewolf turn around and run.

He kissed him. Right on the lips. And he didn’t stop even when Derek gasped in surprise. Oh no, He swept his tongue right into his mouth and played. Letting him feel every single ounce of his frustration in the kiss. Then, and only then, did he pull back, knowing that he’d done the one thing Derek hadn’t expected.

When Derek opened his eyes, his pupils were blown wide. Startled in a way Stiles didn’t think he’d ever seen then. And hurt. It swirled in the depths of his gaze like molten brandy, swimming from side to side as if tormented by the kiss, by Stiles.

Join the fucking club, Derek. Join the fucking club.

Stiles didn’t wait for Derek to say anything. He simply pushed his large hands off his desk chair and turned around again. Seconds, maybe minutes, went by, but Derek didn’t speak again, and when Stiles finally turned his computer off an hour later, his room was empty, and his window was shut.

Exactly like he wanted. Even if it hurt like hell to know Derek had run from him.

For the second time that night.

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renjunniex · 2 years ago

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Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader Series

Ice Pick

Prompt: Y/n haven’t seen Isaac since that night and it’s been effecting you more than she care to admit. However, after finding out Derek is turning teenagers, she has more dangerous things to worry about.

a/n: So i don’t think there’s gonna be a lot of issac and y/n in this chapter :(( but i hope you guys still find it enjoyable! I really love writing her friendship between Scott and Stiles. I know we've seen a lot of the bond between Stiles and y/n so im excited to add more to the bond of Scott and y/n this time!

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It’s been a little while since that night on the full moon, Y/n hasn't seen Isaac or Derek so she couldn’t even ask the so called ‘sour wolf’ on whether Isaac was okay or not. Y/n finally told Scott about what happened on the field that day and it was nice for the two just to talk about everything. Everything ended up including how she felt about Isaac, which was definitely embarrassing to come clean about. She still remembers the slight tear that had traveled down her face as Scott held her hand. Scott had made it clear that everything was okay and when she saw Isaac again, she would be able to talk to him about everything for real.

To say she had dwelled on it the last few days would be an understatement, it plagued her mind every second of everyday. Where was he? Was he okay? Was he mad at her?

Y/n grumbled in frustration, giving her cheeks slight taps, she could worry some more later. Right now, she would just let herself be entertained by Allison dominating Scott at the rock climb.

“For a werewolf, he’s really bad at this,” Y/n said, looking at Stiles.

He laughed, “Yeah, at this rate, I could beat him.”

“Okay, don’t get too ahead of yourself, you can’t even beat me.” Stiles looked at her, “Uh yeah, that’s because you cheat,” he sassed back.

“How do you cheat at rock climb,” She exclaimed.

Stiles folded his arms, “You just do,” by now Scott had joined the two bickering friends along with Allison, “Alright you two, chill out.” Y/n pointed at Stiles accusingly, “He started it!” The boy gasped in horror as if the accusation had pierced him but before he could make a comeback, Coach had already called for him.

“Alright, next two! Stilinski, Erica, let’s go!”

Y/n's expression dropped, Erica was called. The poor girl was never good at these types of things, not to mention, she could tell the girl struggled with being in front of other people. It didn’t help that half the school took any opportunity to laugh at her. In the end, Y/n did truly feel bad for her, she tried to reach out but every try was a failure. Erica would get these big ‘deer stuck in headlights’ eyes and stutter off an apology before escaping through to the nearest door.

Y/n's attention went to the two of them as they started to make their way up the wall. Stiles surprisingly made his way up and down pretty fast, he whipped around when he hit the ground to send her a smug grin. Erica on the other hand, barely made it off the ground before she had started to hyperventilate.

“Erica, you dizzy? Is it vertigo?” Y/n gave Coach a confused look at the suggestion and she wasn't the only one.

“Vertigo’s a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She’s just freaking out.” Lydia explained with a roll of her eyes. Everyone continued to look up at Erica.

“I’m fine,” she called out.

“Coach, maybe it’s not safe,” Allison voiced her concern, “you know she’s epileptic.” Coach’s head snapped towards her in shock, “Why doesn’t anybody tell me this stuff?” Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, “It would be in her file.” He waved his lacrosse manager off before going back to Erica.

“Erica, you’re fine. Just kick off from the wall,” he explained slowly, “there’s a mat to catch you.” She nodded ever so slightly before slowly separating from the wall and gliding down towards the mat. Coach supported her weight as she regained her balance. “You’re alright, shake it off,” he said lightly. Y/n reached out to take her hand but she had already started making her way through the crowd. She could tell the girl was embarrassed. How could she not be? Half the class was chuckling at her misfortune like it was some kind of comedy show. Walking up to Scott, Y/n's eyes kept burning into her back, making sure she was physically okay.

“They’re all such jackasses,” she remarked. Scott’s attention was now on his best friend, he agreed before his shoulders dropped in concern.

Soon enough class was over, Y/n was in the girl’s locker room when she felt her eyes glow. She hid her face from the rest of the girls but Allison must have seen because her hand was on her friend's shoulder in a second, “Y/N what’s wrong?” Shaking her head, she shrugged the brunette's hand off slightly. “I don’t know, probably nothing, I still haven’t really learned to control it,” she suggested. It convinced the dark haired girl enough because she turned back to her gym locker to continue what she was previously doing. Y/n did as well, opening her locker she looked in the small mirror she had attached to the door. Examining her face slightly, her eyes glowed once more, this time something in her mind snapped. She flung her body around, staring at the door.

“Erica.”

Allison looked at Y/n once more, “What?” She questioned. She never got an answer, the girl had already sprinted out the door. Allison called for Y/n, following her down the hallway.

“Scott!” The glowing eyed girl screamed noticing his figure just barely before he disappeared into the dark gym. She followed him, feet slamming heavily on the gym floor. The sound of others rushing towards them could be heard as Scott caught Erica just before she hit the ground and Y/n reached her as well, supporting her weight to the best of her ability. She had starting seizing, shaking uncontrollably in Scott’s arms.

“Set her on the ground,” Y/n urged, Scott nodded and hurriedly placed her on the floor as gentle as he could. By now others had joined them, including Allison and Stiles both with worried expressions. “Put her on her side. Put her on her side,” Allison repeated. She looked at both of the worrying teenagers, “How’d you guys know?”

The two made eye contact both shrugging, “I just felt it,” Scott said and Y/n nodded.

“Boyd.”

It was the next day, in the cafeteria and right now the time was being occupied by Stiles. He had dragged Y/n with him to talk to Boyd, another kid in their class who worked at the ice rink. Currently said spastic boy was trying to get the keys to the rink from Boyd. However, things weren’t going as planned.

“You got the keys?” Stiles asked his body turned half away facing towards the windows of the cafeteria. Boyd stuck his hand out keys dangling making Stiles smile. He grasped the keys from the boy’s hand but to no avail Boyd didn’t release his grip. Confused Stiles tugged again. No progress.

“This isn’t a favor. It’s a transaction,” Boyd reminded.

“Right, yeah,” Stiles replied retrieving his wallet from his pocket, “Absolutely,” he placed a twenty dollar bill on the table. Boyd gave nothing but an unimpressed look, “I said fifty.”

“Really-,” stuttered back Stiles, “I remember twenty. I don’t know. I have a really good verbal memory. And I remember twenty. I remember that distinctive ‘twa’ sound. Twa-enty.” Boyd cut him off, “I said fifty,” he said firmly.

“With a ‘fa’ sound. Hear the difference? If you can’t, I can demonstrate some other words with the ‘fa’ sound.”

Y/n's head rolled from side to side, “Yes trust me, he remembers,” she concluded with annoyance. She didn’t even care if they actually got the keys or not. She didn’t even want to go, well not now, she had before. Before Stiles had invited Lydia at least. Y/n didn’t mind the red haired girl, or she didn’t hate her that is, but Scott had also invited Allison before hand. Originally, it was just meant to be the four meaning Stiles and Y/n were gonna be the other pair since no doubt Allison and Scott were gonna have one another’s attention. Now that Lydia was invited, she was for sure gonna be the one left out. She wasn't angry at either of the boys or girls, just a little bummed that one of her favorite activities was now going to cause her to be an awkward fifth wheel.

Stiles blinked rapidly, “No, no, no. I think I’m recalling it now. Maybe I just got it confused with forty.” He slowly placed another twenty on the table. Y/n could practically feel her eyes roll into the back of her head ‘this was getting to be too idiotic’ she thought. Boyd stayed silence, slowly putting a Dorito in his mouth causing her to snort. Boyd smirked pushing the bag towards the girl and she gladly took one. Giving him a slight nod, Y/n leaned back in her chair to finish watching the train wreck in front of her. Stiles let out a defeated huff, “Come on, man, have you seen the piece of crap Jeep that I drive?”

“Have you seen the piece of crap bus that I take,” Boyd countered effortlessly.

Y/n reached into her bag and quickly grabbed a ten dollar bill from the side pocket, “Here, I’m growing bored of this back and forth your trying to pull with him,” she said to Stiles sliding the cash across the table. Boyd smiled wide, reaching out once more keys in hand, this time Stiles needed no effort to take them from his hand. Cocking an eyebrow over at her he stood from his seat, “What’s your problem?”

“Sorry, I’m not exactly excited to be a fifth wheel,” she snarked before looking back at Boyd, “Thank you, you’re the best. Sorry about him.” The boy acknowledged her statement before returning to his act of eating.

“What do you mean ‘fifth wheel’,” Stiles questioned confused. Y/n scoffed at him, “I mean exactly what I said,” she gestured her hand back towards their usual table, “you invited Lydia. Scott, Allison, Lydia, you,” she counted on her hand then motioned to herself, “Fifth wheel.”

He mocked her scoff, “Oh, please, you’re not going to be a fifth wheel.” He wrapped his arm around the girl, “You’re our girl, you know that. We’re never just gonna leave you out.” Y/n rolled her eyes, “Maybe not intentionally but Scott’s like a lost puppy dog around Allison and you’re no better when it comes to Lydia.” She saw a slight smirk rise onto the boy’s face, he tilted his head towards her, “We’ll if you’re that jealous we could always invite Jackson to keep you company.”

Disgusted, she made a face, “Ew gross, I wouldn’t be caught dead hanging out with Jackson especially not by choice.” He hummed, “You’re not denying that you’re jealous.”

Y/n jabbed his gut causing him to recoil slightly, “I’m not jealous. Why is that even the first thing that comes to your mind? What, are you trying to make me jealous, Stilinski? Have all these years you harbored a crush on me, huh?” She teased, “Are you in love with me, Stiles?” He jumped back, “Don’t you even start with me, no, to all of that,” he waved his hands motioning to her figure.

“Wow didn’t realize I was that ugly,” by now she had reached where Scott was sitting, taking his apple she bit into while listening to Stiles ramble, “THAT is NOT what I meant and you know it.” She assumed Scott had been listening in on the whole discussion since he was wearing an amuse look on his face. Stiles had sat across from the two, pointing at her like a disappointed parent, “Got em’,” he finally concluded placing the keys onto the table, “Pick you up right after work tonight and we’ll meet at the rink, cool?” Scott’s attention was already caught somewhere else and so was hers.

As if it was a whole different person, Erica strutted through the cafeteria wearing an outfit Y/n would’ve never even considered that she owned. Her hair was done and her makeup as well. She made her way to a table where sat two random boys as she reached over and grabbed one of their apples, biting into it. Her dark red lipstick smeared slightly and she wasted no time wiping it away with a sultry smirk.

“What,” Lydia had joined her hands lightly slapping on the trio's table, “the holy hell is that?”

“It’s Erica.”

The three never even had to look at each other before they dashed into the hallway together, jumping down the stairs and out the doors they found her once more but this time she was with someone. Derek. She was getting into Derek’s car, staring the three down as if she was some kind of Bond villain. Once she was fully in the car, Derek sped away. Y/n and Stiles both just sighed as her shoulders dropped, while Scott’s jaw tighten.

“Well now there’s three,” Y/n remarked monotonously.

After school Y/n joined Scott at his work. While the girl didn’t work there, she often kept him company on his shifts, thankfully early on Scott had gotten Deaton (his boss) to agree to it. Provided that she of course didn’t mess with anything, which she never did. It was just a great way to make sure Scott’s homework would actually get finished, plus it gave Y/n somewhere to be instead of just home alone.

When Peter was alive, Scott had gotten shot and Deaton had taken care of it, he had also kept Peter from taking Scott. To this day Y/n and Scott still don’t understand what exactly happened. How exactly Deaton knows about how to heal Scott. Actually, when she found out that Deaton knew something about the supernatural, he was her first choice to ask about what’s going on with her. Y/n just never found a good time to ask, hence why she ended up asking Derek. Scott has also been trying to have a talk with Deaton about everything, which is where she was right now.

“Hey Doc.”

Deaton turned to face Scott. “When are we gonna talk about… the thing that we never got a chance to talk about?”

“Ah, yes. We never did get a chance to talk about that, did we?” Y/n perked up, trying to listen to the quiet conversation going on across the room. Scott shook his head in response to Deaton’s question.

“Now is definitely a good time.”

“Thank God.”

“What do you think? Two dollars?” Y/n tilted her head, what the hell? Apparently she wasn’t the only the only one thrown off by the statement. Scott’s eyebrows scrunched together slightly, “Two dollars?”

“Ah you’re right, two-fifty more a hour. It seems like a pretty good raise.” Y/n sighed, apparently now wasn’t a good time to talk about what the two actually wanted to know.

“That’s not exactly what I was… wait two-fifty more a hour?” Scott was cut off guard by the offer, “Done, don’t forget to clean up the cat cages.” Deaton shook his hand and left the room before Scott could come to terms with what just happened.

“Damn, he just cleaned your clock, you know that right?”

“What?”

Y/n rolled her eyes and chuckled, “Nevermind.”

After Scott had finished his shift, Stiles arrived to pick both of them up. They were on their way now to the ice rink now, Y/n was still grumbling and whining in the back seat as he was driving. He looked at her from the rear view mirror and Scott twisted back to see her as well, they both laughed at the small fit she was in the process of throwing.

“Come on, Y/N. It won’t be that bad, we’re not gonna leave you out,” Scott reassured tapping her knee as she turned up her nose at them.

“Yeah, brighten up, plus we could still call Jackson to come hang out with you, if you want,” Stiles laughed.

Y/n moaned, “No, absolutely not.”

Scott had glanced at Stiles slightly, had she been paying attention she would’ve seen the sly look they exchanged before Scott turned towards Y/n once more, “Are you sure you’re not jealous?” Y/n felt herself choke on air, clearing her throat she said, “Why would I be?” Scott shrugged, “I don’t know, you didn’t have a problem with this idea until Lydia was invited. Maybe you wanted Stiles all to yourself.” Y/n snapped her head down from looking at the ceiling to now both boys and she saw the cocky smirks they were both wearing. Y/n scoffed and kicked both their seats, “Bite me.”

“Hey, what did Roscoe do to you?”

To be honest, this isn’t the first time the three have had this back forth (all joking of course), since Melissa has had Y/n in her care for so long she’s always treated her and Scott like the two were siblings. Stiles on the other hand, wasn’t allow in her room because he was a boy. Melissa had always given him a slight look when he would get too close as well. Those two things eventually dissipated and became less of a concern as they both got older. The inside joke between the three, did not unfortunately. After Scott had found out about her slightly different rules when it came to Stiles, she were teased tremendously for supposedly having a crush on the boy. Every time brought both boys pain to the gut.

The three arrived at the ice rink, Scott leaving and holding his door opened for her as Stiles came around the side to join them. Allison and Lydia had shown up already waiting for the trio. The boys went to unlock the doors as Y/n followed close behind, when they finally got them unlocked they turned to their best friend both playfully biting each side of her shoulders.

“Ow, what the hell was that for?”

“You said to bite you,” they synced.

The girls walked up, Allison reaching for Scott and Lydia barely acknowledging Stiles before walking past them both. Y/n gave him a pointed and mocking look, he gave the girl a push before closing the doors and they both made their ways towards the rink.

Y/n sat down in the bleachers, little bit away from where Lydia and Stiles were currently sitting. She knew they were talking but quite frank she couldn’t really hear them. Y/n had brought herself a book because even though her best friends spent the whole day stressing that she wouldn’t be sidelined, she knew them way better than they thought she did. Y/n glanced at her phone and debated on maybe calling someone to pick her up, but who would she even call?

Jackson? Absolutely not, even if she did, he wouldn’t come get her and she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from punching him in the face if he did.

Danny? No, she didn’t want to bother the poor boy.

Matt? No way in hell, he gave her the absolute creeps.

Isaac? Now that, was a maybe, however the boy was in the wind. Y/n didn’t even know if he had his phone or if he would even pick up. She haven’t spoken since that night at the police station and considering Erica’s behavior she was skeptical that the Isaac she knew would be the one to show up.

Y/n sighed, placing her phone back next to her, with her hands at her cheeks and elbows on her knees, she watched Scott and Allison walk off towards the rink. Eventually so did the silent pair that was on her other side. Deciding it was best to just suck it up, she got off the bench and stepped onto the ice. It was one of her favorite activities after all. Y/n twirled and skated, playfully messing around in the corner while the other four did their thing, all in their own worlds. That is, until she heard a scream. It was truly deafening, terrifying, unlike anything she had ever heard before. Y/n placed her feet in stopping position and scanned to find the owner of the scream, only to find Lydia on her hands and knees screeching at the ice below her.

Y/n all make her way towards the screeching girl, inquiring on if she was alright, searching for any sign that something was wrong but nothing. All that could be done was Stiles holding her while she whaled.

The next morning at school, Y/n was leaving class alone. She had kind have been avoiding Stiles and Scott today, only talking to them this morning while on the way to school. She hadn’t realized it before but she felt more hurt by being left alone than she originally thought. After what happened with Lydia everyone decided it was time to leave and when she got home, she quietly made her way to her room mentioning to Scott about just being tired. She had laid in bed for a couple hours wide awake, just thinking.

Was she jealous? No, she couldn’t be, despite the jokes, she didn’t actually like Stiles nor Scott like that.

After Y/n had pondered for a little bit, she had found her answer.

Was she scared? Maybe. But scared of what?

...

Being replaced.

For the longest time, it was just Scott, Stiles and Y/n. The trio. Always together, always there for each other. They did everything together and sure she knew eventually they would find partners and maybe other friends but it never dawned on her that if the boys each found someone, she would possibly be fazed out. She knew they would never intentionally do anything to push her away but that didn’t stop her worrying.

Y/n's thoughts were cut off by a slam to the lockers. She rounded the corner to see Erica backing up Scott against the lockers. Allison was in the distance too, she was witnessing everything. Y/n didn’t know what exactly was happening but she knew that it was nothing good. She marched towards the two, grabbing Erica’s shoulder.

“What do you think you're doing?”

Erica finished her sentence to Scott, he gripped her wrist and pulled her off of him. She snarled at Y/n before turning her back away from the glaring girl.

“I’ll tell Isaac you said hi.”

Y/n felt herself falter, Scott noticed that her whole demeanor changed as well. He looked down and grabbed her hand squeezing it.

“I haven’t seen you today, we haven’t seen you,” he clarified. Y/n took a shallow breath, “Yeah just had a lot on my mind.” He kept his gaze on her, “Is it about Isaac?”

She shook her head.

“Is it about the ice rink?”

Y/n hesitated, before slowly nodding. Scott sighed, before pulling her off to the side, “We weren’t kidding when we said you’re not a fifth wheel.”

“I know, it’s not really that,” she mumbled, staring at her feet.

“Then what’s the matter?” Y/n shrugged, swaying like a child before mumbling her answer once more, “I just kind of feel like I’m being replaced.” Scott was taken aback by her answer, he had no clue what to say. There was an odd silence in the air for a little while before Scott finally figured out what he wanted to say, “What made you feel like that?”

All Y/n could do was shrugged once more. Talking about this was so hard. She finally sighed, “Okay, before I start, I’m gonna say this once and only once. No, I don’t have a crush on Stiles. Look honestly it’s just the fact that he’s trying to integrate her to be a part of us. I know it sounds silly but it’s true. It’s completely different with Allison, she’s your girlfriend, plus I’ve never had any problems with her. Lydia’s just I don’t know, she’s not awful, definitely better than Jackson. I guess since she’s not Stiles’ girlfriend, I get annoyed because with you two it’s different. You guys are DATING, of course I expect you guys to be in your own world but Stiles… she doesn’t even acknowledge him half the time so I know all his attention is going to be him trying to get hers. At least if they were dating it would be the same situation but it’s not. He’s-.”

“Okay, okay, hey look at me. Calm down, at this rate you're gonna make the lockers fly off the wall,” Scott joked holding her hands.

Y/n wiped the tears she hadn’t even realized began falling, “Sorry.” Scott moved his hands to her shoulders, “Don’t be sorry, now what were you going to say?”

Y/n took a deep breath, “He’s supposed to be my single buddy, you know, the friend that becomes your pair when the other starts dating someone. I guess in the end, I don’t really feel like you’re trying to replace me but Stiles is.”

“No, no, no, look I know I don’t need to say it but I’m going to, we’re not trying to replace you. Y/N, you’re our best friend, we’re family. Nothing and I mean nothing, could ever replace the bonds we share with you.”

Hearing that made her feel so much lighter, she knew deep down she was being ridiculous but maybe to keep her from imploding she just needed to hear that. That she was important.

“You’re right.”

“And I’m gonna talk to Stiles.” Y/n eyes widened, “What, no! Don’t do that, it’s fine!”

“Too late. Now come on let’s go to lunch.”

Scott had that goofy grin, that grin that says ‘I’ve got everything planned.’ “Also, you didn’t need to say that you didn’t have a crush on Stiles. I know you only have eyes on Isaac.” That caught her off guard, Y/n choked on her air, her head shooting up to look at Scott who just had that stupid smug smile on his face.

“Shut up.”

“It’s true! Even before all this happened, I remember when you two got assigned for that project together. You wouldn’t stop talking about it and you would mention him one too many times for it just to be because you had a project together.” Y/n felt like her heart was gonna beat out of your chest. She knew that he knew but she didn’t know that he knew all that.

“Is it that obvious?” Y/n said meakly.

During lunch, Stiles had rushed in to point out that Boyd was missing from school today, meaning Derek had gotten to him. That’s what you were dealing with now, the game plan. It was already after school and Scott was sending Stiles to Boyd’s house. He was also trying to send Y/n as well but she wouldn’t budge, not when there was a chance to see Isaac. To see him okay.

“If he’s not home you call me, got it?” Scott instructed as the three headed down the hallway.

Stiles had slow his pace which Scott noticed immediately, “What?”

“Maybe we should let him. Boyd, you know? You said Derek’s giving them a choice, right?”

Scott grabbed his shoulder pulling him down the hallway, Y/n trailing right behind them, “We can’t.”

“You got to admit, Erica looks pretty good. The word 'sensational' comes to mind.”

Y/n scoffed, “Yeah, because she was basically manipulated into believing that this would fix all her problems. Sure she heard what Derek warned her about but I can guarantee she wasn’t listening. Big difference. I would put money on it that Derek is brushing it off like he did with Scott ‘If you listen to me, you’ll be fine.’ He won’t give them answers just false security.”

“How do you think she’s gonna look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head,” Scott argued as well.

Stiles took both their comments to heart, “Alright, all I’m saying is maybe this one, isn’t totally your responsibility.”

“They are,” Scott disagreed, “You know this thing is gonna get out of control and that makes me responsible.”

“Not to mention, could we live with ourselves if something happened to them, knowing we could have possibly helped them?” Y/n added.

Stiles’ hands clapped to his sides, “Alright, I’m with you guys. And I also got to say this newfound heroism in you two is making me very attracted to you.”

Y/n and Scott scoffed, “Shut up.”

“No, seriously. Do you want to just try making out for a second? We could take turns,” he suggested gesturing to them three as she pushed him away, “Just to see how it feels.”

“How about I take my fist to your face so you can see how that feels?”

Scott and Y/n had reached the ice rink to see Boyd finishing out his shift. Y/n had hurried closer, calling to him to get his attention.

“Boyd!”

“We just want to talk,” Y/n pleaded.

At the sound of your voice, Boyd’s head had tilted up towards her.

“Hey, come on, Boyd, please,” Scott begged, “Did Derek tell you everything? And I don’t just mean going out of control on the full moons. I mean everything.” Boyd had shut down the machine he was using, “He told me about the hunters.”

“And that’s not enough for you to say no,” Y/n asked. Scott continued her point, “Whatever you want, there’s other ways to get it.”

“I just want to not eat lunch alone everyday.” His statement froze her, she hadn’t considered something like that but still.. this wasn’t the best way.

“Trust us, Boyd, if you’re looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek,” Y/n said.

“That really hurts, Y/N.” Derek. Of course he was here. Scott had turned around making sure she was behind him but that didn’t stop her from seeing him.

Isaac. He was okay, well at least she thought so. Y/n were right though, he definitely wasn’t the same boy from before. Now, he not only dressed differently but he wore a different expression entirely. The sweet smile Y/n adored was gone, replaced with a smug smile. “I mean if you’re gonna review me at least take a consensus,” Derek motioned to the two teenagers beside him.

“Erica, how’s life been for you since we met?”

“In a word… transformative,” She roared, literally. Y/n and Scott adjusted their stances already seeing where this was going.

“Isaac?”

“Well, I’m a little bummed about be a fugitive but other than that, I’m great.”

Y/n scoffed, “Let me add to that. Did dear old Derek tell you the whole reason Scott is in this mess, the whole reason all of us are in this mess, is because of his family.” She had moved next to Scott by now, pointing at Derek, “Did he tell you that the only reason he’s an alpha is because he decided to be a selfish prick and slash his own uncle’s throat? Even after he said he wouldn’t for Scott’s sake?” Her rant had caused an awkward feeling to fall in the room. The two teenagers clearly looked slightly uncomfortable at the new information, Derek had cleared his throat before staring back at Scott. Y/n crossed her arms, looking at Scott before facing the newly formed pack, “I guess he didn’t. Hm, interesting, don’t you think?”

Scott had taken a few steps forward, “Okay, hold on. This isn’t exactly a fair fight.”

“Then go home, Scott,” Derek smiled.

With a growl, Scott had punched the ice denting the surface, “I meant fair for them.”

Isaac and Erica had no problem advancing towards Scott. He had taken Y/n's arm and quickly moved her closer to the machine and Boyd, out of the way and safe. Scott turned and without any effort flung Isaac across the rink, moving on to slam Erica into the side of the ice rink machine. That didn’t stop the two from getting back up and trying again. They had actually had a second where they got the upper hand, pushing him in between them before Isaac flung him away just like Scott had.

“Isaac, stop! Leave him alone!” He ignored her, his focus completely on Scott. It didn’t matter, Scott beat them down again and again, until they finally stayed down.

“Don’t you get it? He’s not doing this for you, he’s just adding to his own power, okay? It’s all about him. He’s makes you feel like he’s giving you some kind of gift, when all he’s done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!” Scott yelled, slinging them across the ice and back to Derek. They laid there in shock of what Scott had just done all by himself.

“It’s true. It is about power.” Derek started making his way towards Scott now, transforming, his eyes glowing that blood red and fangs growing. He slashed at Scott, punched, kicked, beaten down Y/n's best friend. Y/n couldn’t believe her eyes, it was brutal, it made her shake out of fear for the boy. She had to do something but she didn’t know what. All she knew was that she was afraid, afraid of what might happen if she didn’t do anything. Y/n glanced at Isaac and Erica, still sitting on the floor their attention now switching from Derek to her. She could see it in Isaac’s eyes, he knew she was about to spring into action.

“Y/N, No!”

Y/n ran as fast as she could on the ice, reached for Derek’s hand before he could slash at Scott again but it was useless. He threw her like trash, away from them. Y/n landed with a loud crash and a groan from pain. She heard her name being called from a few different sources but she couldn’t tell. Everything got fuzzy. Only it wasn’t from the throw it was like from before, with Lydia. Her senses were basically rendered useless, she couldn’t hear anything and everyone looked slightly blurry. Y/n knew they were looking at her though, she knew they could see it.

Her eyes glowing.

Before Derek could notice her, before he could stop her, she picked her head up and that’s when her sense came back. Heighten, stronger and clearer than ever.

“Get away from him!”

Y/n slammed her hands on the ice, causing it to ripple like it was water, it traveled towards Derek knocking him off his position on Scott’s throat. He fell to the floor and an energy pushed him into the ice by his throat, almost like someone was stepping on his now. The ice cracked underneath him but Y/n didn’t care. She rushed to Scott putting his head in her lap.

“Scott are you okay?” He lightly nodded, coughing up some more blood. By now Derek had risen up, staring at the girl in shock. Y/n shot him a glare, “Leave, or I’ll do it again. And this time, I won’t stop.” Derek had slowly backed away going to his two new betas, who were now staring at her as well. Erica tried to tend to Derek but he just brushed her off, Isaac on the other hand, he kept staring at the girl even when Derek tried to guide him out. Y/n couldn’t tell if he was concerned for her or scared of her. Boyd had gotten down from where he was sitting getting ready to join the others.

“Boyd, please don’t, we don’t want to see you get hurt,” she pleaded one last time.

“You don’t want to be like them,” Scott warned

“You’re right,” Boyd lifted his shirt, revealing his bite, “I want to be like you.”

Y/n had gotten Scott back to the clinic where he was worrying about his wounds from Derek, “Why aren’t you healing?” Y/n shrugged even though he was mainly talking to himself, she rounded the corner to see a guy on the table, slashed.

“It’s from an alpha,” Deaton said coming from the shadows, “I think maybe we better have that talk now.”

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 24

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You and Stiles learn more about the Hale fire and come into realisation that it is Kate Argent who's caused the Hale fire. Things taken intresting turns as the duo interrupt Peter and Melissa’s date. Later, you find an injured Scott with Deaton, who is aware of everything that going on the town but choose to remain silent. He removes the bullet while you heal Scott with your powers. Exhausted and concerned you stay to watch over him. Peter came to visit as manipulative as ever.

BENNETT HOUSE

After showering and changing into new sets of clothes you head down to the kitchen with rushed steps your bag sling over your shoulder with your costume inside, scott had been on the edge, texting from stiles phone worrying over that he can't find his and worrying that derek being caught by Argent, though you are sure they wouldn't kill derek something about him being held captive by Kate argent rubs you the wrong way. Though the tow you only had a brief confrontation the aura around her was not good and it not the factor that she is huntress, a werewolf huntress who niece is girlfriend of your newly accidently turned werewolf friend.

The fact she saw you and derek together also not good, even when you were shaken from the vision you could feel the hatred and range pouring out of derek then, now connecting the dots and Argent's involvements, Kate Argent hands in the fire make sense but there is something else, something that you still don't know about derek and kate argent, there was a lot of resentment and pure disgust derek was feeling then, it was too much.

Though he is an asshole who really testing your patience you all need derek with you, there is only little you can help with scott's werewolf's side. Derek can tech him more than you can and dealing with peter would be easier if derek is on your side.

"Grams do you know anything about location spell?"

Gram's frown putting the book down on the table "and who did you lost?"

"A grumpy wolf." You sit down next to her

"Peter Hale is the alpha he turned scott after he killed his niece because he wasn't himself though sam and dean said he did that in order to steal alpha spark and I believe that. And then went on rampage killing everyone who caused the Hale house fire which is done by Kate Argent and some criminals and derek just got captured by the Argent scott got shot that's why I didn't come home last night, by the way did have what I asked yesterday"

Grams sighs nodding slowly, she is half minded about helping you since she knows there is no good associating with dark creatures of supernatural but there is no going back now seeing how involved you are now especially since Scott is now a werewolf "I remember the fire; it was truly tragic." You nod "you don't need my help though."

You sit up straight "What you mean? I do need your help to find him and tech my how to handle my powers."

She says your name with a soft tone taking your hands in her "Your power cannot be controlled by me or anyone its only possible by you, chaos magic very different from my power. But that doesn't mean I'll leave everything to you alone. But you need to acknowledge that your power is one of kind in every universe, while you don't use incantations while using your power the magic its incantation the chaos magic manifest from yourself. You may think there is no spell when you blasted my window but there is one."

"So that's mean while you and bonnie gets hand written manual become Sabrina but I don't." She nods you let out a sigh falling back "Thank god because there is no way I was gonna learn the Gilmore."

Grams gives you an exhausted look at your words "But learning can help you when the time needed someone can absorb your power and use it against you so you need to use your power understand and perfect it."

"Yeah, yeah. So how do I find him?"

Grams roll her eyes standing up "Use your head." she walks away you starts to follow her "what you mean use my head.?"

Following her to her room she takes out small box handing to you "here, what you asked for."

"Thanks, but can you be more specific."

"Try doing it your own and understand and feel your powers then we will see the rest."

"Good tip, how exactly I do that?."

"Use your head, that's it."

You huff mimicking her words a beep from your phone alert you making you rush out your home towards scott's home, clenching the little box tightly in your grasp.

MCCALL HOUSE

"Call it again."

"It's not here. Okay, so you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?"

"I can't afford a new one, and I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek."

Stiles looks offended at his comment "Well, A) you're not alone, you have me and y/n; and B) didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead."

"Argent's plan was to use him to get to the Alpha. They're not gonna kill him." scott run around the room looking for his device.

"All right, so then, just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to find Peter, problem solved." Stile's shrug slowing down remembering how you said not letting derek died but recent events had changed his perspective.

Scott frustrated turn to stiles "Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek! I can't protect her on my own, which means we either find Derek first--Just-just help me!"

"You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. You remember that? When he was trying to kill you? After you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior, here?"

"He wasn't going to kill anyone. And I'm not letting him die. And neither does y/n. just because be he gone back being a pain in the ass, she or I don't want him to die."

Stiles narrow his eyes at scott "Are you repeating her name because you think I'm scared of her." scott turns to stiles his brow raised, his lips curled lightly.

"It works doesn't it."

Stile's huff leaning his chin on the chair "It does." He mummers "What?"

"My mom just got home from work."

[on the phone] Hi. It's me. Melissa McCall. I'm giving you a call. That always sounds really weird because of my last name... McCall... So, yeah, um, you know, I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to reschedule dinner or lunch. It doesn't have to be dinner-- lunch is good. Or maybe you would like to do coffee, or maybe you're a tea drinker? I don't know... You know, we could also just go out for drinks... Yeah, 'cause I think I need a few after this profoundly embarrassing phone call. So, if this really doesn't freak you out too much after this disastrous call, free free to, um, give me a call...

"Is she okay? What's she doing?"

"Crying." Sitting on the bed scott looks down with a tried face, stiles sit silently scott head perk up, he looks out the window.

"Scott, you can't protect everyone." Stiles says softly standing up from thee chair he walks towards scott "What?" he looks out the window as well.

"I guess I don't have to do it alone." Scott whispers your name; you stand on passenger side of melissa car before getting in.

"Hey, we are really sorry about last night. I know sorry doesn't cut it."

Mellissa sits silent for a moment before nodding you glance at her "you know he wasn't even that good looking did he bring you flowers.?"

"He didn't actually."

"See even I bring you flowers whenever I come to see you." "And I have something right here."

"Are you trying to bribe me with gifts now."

"No, I am gifting something precious to someone who is equally precious."

There is a moment of silence before you speak again "I know you were going out for first time in while and we messed up that, but don't go back to ignoring your life, you already spend sacrificing your life for everyone around you don't hold back from enjoying it again. Trust me Scott doesn't want it nor do I or stiles. You too deserve to live your life as melissa not just as Scott's mom or town's best nurse. We're truly sorry, I really sorry. "

Melissa let out a sniffle her lips curling up "when did you get all wise.?"

"I don't know, no, truly." Melissa laugh "I swear to god, the sappy thing is not my division."

"Just promise me you would wear this all time, please."

"I will since you asked nicely."

"And also, I asked workshop to fix up your car, they will come so I got that."

"You can't change my mind, I already pay for that, don't fight it." you get out the car.

She calls you but you shake your head "I can't hear you." you run towards the house stopping when you see scott and stiles head stick out the window. "What are you guys doing, we have to go now."

Stiles and scott nod before disappearing from the window.

The three you walk through the hallway to class "Anyway what did you give my mom."

"Its charm, grams made it. its connected into my magic and grams it will protect her from supernatural creature, anything that comes to harm here won't be able success. And I will be able feel if anything going to happen he. Just like I did with you."

"With me?"

Stiles excitedly turns scott towards him "oh yeah, last night when we crashed your mom's date with the psychotic murderous werewolf, she just gone blank and said your name and we both run around the woods trying to find. For moment I thought she got possessed."

Scott looks worried at stiles claims his eyes shifting between his friends in concern. "Anyway, got any way to find derek?" he glances your way.

You suck air through your teeth tilting your head sideways "well grams said something about using my head. but I don't know what that means at all."

"that's not good."

"Well maybe stiles or Danny can hack into your phone and find the location."

Scott turns to stiles "why didn't you tell me about that?"

Stiles nervously grins "well, I was inclined to the idea of not bothering about derek."

You and scott side eyes stiles making the said male huff at his friend's judgmental gaze "Hey it's not my fault that he joined his psychotic uncle's murder spree."

"Yeah, anyway you losers got any dates and your costumes' ready.?"

Scott halt on his steps "I thought we all going." Frowning even more when stiles give you the judge eyes "Aren't we not?"

"Well, someone is choosing hoes before bros."

You roll your yes "Stiles"

"Yes?"

"Shut up." You turn to scott "I might have someone but I'm not sure he would even come."

Scott push stiles away making stiles give a bitch face at his action, scott's puppy face full on act "Who?"

"Issac Lahey. But like I said I don't know if he will come otherwise, I've danny to tag along." You turn to stiles with a sweet smile making stiles suspiciously squints his eyes at you "And you know who doesn't have date. Lydia and she's in desperate need of one"

Stiles eyes lit up he push scott away making the later stumble a little he shook your shoulders "How desperate are we talking?"

"Enough that she would say yes to you."

"A little jab at my already nonexistent self-esteem, but I'll take it." Stiles said with a wide grin.

"you're welcome." Parting after giving stiles an innocent smile as the three of you goes to class.

You sigh seeing all your text that been send to Isaac is left unread, and no calls leading to straight to voicemail. The time for Halloween party is getting closer Lydia and Allison had gone for last minute shopping scott following them unknowingly in case peter decided pull any stunts again.

You let out few sneezes that echoes at loud library the scolding of librarian never come leaning your head on your head look around, it is perfect time to do at least try whatever grams said. Shaking your head you sit straight and close your eyes focusing on the sounds around you, the sound of the wind rushing through the windows becoming clear and slowly but surely the you see people and their thoughts swimming around you.

The voice gets loud as it is and pace of thoughts gets rapid and you search for Derek's but it doesn't get easier as the voice and thoughts and face increase your head feel likes its gonna explode. You call out his name just as it gets too much you shudder taking opening your eyes your chest heaving wildly.

On the other side of the town derek jolts awake as he hears your fading voice in his head, he's sudden awake make Kate argent look at him. derek says your name in haze but gets no response.

(I'm thinking this as your Halloween outfit no crown but you're welcome to imagine other outfit as well. )

The costume fits you like a glove, Lydia in her own costume which is Morticia Addams stiles is the one taking her to the party, Allison ironically dressed up as huntress. Something in you doesn't sit right with you, its feel like somethinig big and importantly something bad is going to happen today, tonight. You couldn't figure out where derek is, now you're waiting for Danny or stiles to come early so one of them can hack into scott phone and find the location.

You groan slumping further in the seat while the two girls get ready, you drown out their conversation not hearing Lydia asking about your date.

Lydia huff before marching towards you she tugs on your hands making you stand up just then you see a vision of her lying unconscious and bloody at the field with peter looming over her with his fangs out and red eyes glowing you stumble at the sudden vision Allison also rush towards you at Lydia yelp when your legs give out though the visions doesn't stop as Allison crouch down next to and you see the image of derek tied to chain's Kate Argents and her and them walking out the Hale's house.

"You okey?"

"Are you drunk?"

You frown at Lydia "no?" they help you stand up your head is splitting "I'm fine, I'm fine...but leg fell asleep, that's it."

Allison looks unsure while Lydia roll her eyes at you "I'm gonna get some water." You drag your feet towards the door hesitantly looking back at them you close the door behind. You hurriedly take your phone out calling stiles but the honk and familiar sound of his jeep on making you look up from the phone you.

You rush to the door opening and close it behind you, stiles step out the jeep his eyes widening at your figure standing speechless. You drag him by his tie moving away from entering the house.

"Woah, slow down."

You impatiently sigh "you need to keep Lydia safe, I saw peter hurting her and I think Allison knows about werewolf she and kite is keeping derek chained in the hale house."

"Woah......woah! wait. What?"

You nod "yeah, I'm going to get derek, you need to keep Lydia safe don't let her go anywhere. And tell scott to be safe." you take out your phone texting and apologizing to Danny that you won't make it to the party.

"Wait...Wait." Stiles take hold of your arm before you can walk away. "Stay with us."

"No stiles, we need derek you need to accept that. You will be okey. just stay with crowed." Stiles tug you again. Stiles goes to the driver seat, and comes back with taser gun.

"Use this if derek tries anything, for the peace of my mind." Stiles exhale before pulling you into a hug "Please come back in one piece."

You sigh into the embrace "you too." Stiles goes inside Lydia house with bouquet of red rose you take out your phone scrolling down until the unknown number that send you mysterious text claiming 'come save your friends' you assume this peter's phone or someone's phone that he uses and send the text.

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