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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 64 ; Condition Terminal

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 7,609 Warnings: angst, protective!stiles (he’s kind of an ass, but i think it’s necessary), multiple pov switches, cliffhanger at the end..?? A/N: Hi, friends! If you haven’t seen my super tiny announcement the week before Thanksgiving, then you’ll know that I had Baby Boy on 11/18. We’re adjusting to life with a 5 year old and a newborn, but the Little went back to school on 11/29, so hopefully between feedings and diaper changes with Baby, I’ll be able to edit more and get more content out for y’all. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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THIRD PERSON POV

After Emma had passed out from the blood loss, Stiles immediately called her parents. He told them what had happened and that an ambulance was coming for her before hanging up the phone and waiting for the ambulance to show up.

Stiles didn't want to leave Emma's side, but after hearing her words, something sparked inside of him. You'll always be my hero. Even though he told himself over and over again that he wasn't a hero, she still believed that he was. Emma believed with all of her heart that Stiles was a hero. In his own way. Not like Scott; supernatural abilities and all that jazz. Stiles was a hero in his own way. Without him coming up with plans and doing research, pretty much everyone would be dead. He was the man with the plan.

As he thought about all of this, he sat down next to Emma's head, placing her head in his lap. He began stroking her hair when Scott squatted next to him.

“She'll be okay,” Scott said. “She's a fighter. If she can survive Peter almost killing her, being paralyzed by Jackson and dealing with a creepy stalker Matt, almost getting killed by Jennifer, Void, the Deadpool-- she can come out of this.”

Stiles thought back to all that they've encountered over the last two years. A lot's happened and Emma survived and came out on top. He smiled a little. “Yeah. She's a fighter, alright.”

Scott chuckled a little and looked at Emma, noticing the necklace that she'd been wearing every day for the last six months. He leaned forward and put his finger under it, trying to get a better look. “She's worn this necklace every day for six months.” “Yeah. It's one of her favorites,” Stiles replied, not even paying attention to Scott.

“You never see what's attached, though,” Scott said. He pulled the chain up higher, seeing if anything was going to dangle off of it. To his surprise, a ring was attached. “Uh, Stiles?”

“Yeah?”

“Got anything you wanna tell me?”

“No, why--” Stiles said. He looked up at Scott, seeing that he was looking at Emma's promise ring, and sighed.

Scott looked at him. “Care to elaborate? Like, when you gave it to her?”

Stiles sighed and hung his head, closing his eyes. He opened them back up and looked at Emma's sleeping face. “I gave it to her after we rescued you and Kira in Mexico.”

Scott didn't say anything, just waited for more of an explanation with a smirk on his face.

Stiles sighed again and went into his tiny rant. “I made her a promise that I'll always love her. To be by her side through all of the supernatural shit that comes our way. Never leave her for another girl. A promise to love and cherish her.” He looked up at his best friend. “Scott, I'm gonna marry her one day. It's basically a promise to her. I've wanted to since I knew what love was.”

Scott’s smirk started to turn to a smile when he heard the ambulance outside. “Ambulance is here--” He heard two car doors shut. “And her parents.”

“Awesome,” Stiles muttered. “Her dad's gonna put this on me... like usual.”

The ambulance came in first, getting Emma hooked up to oxygen and an IV. Her parents came in, Rose rushing to hug Stiles. Carter fell behind a few feet, seeing his daughter unconscious on the stretcher.

“Stiles, you listen to me,” Rose said. Stiles nodded his head. “I'm going with Emma to the hospital. You, Carter, Scott and Deaton are to go to the station; your dad's still there. I'll text or call you with updates on Emma. Now, go. The four of you.”

“I'm sorry, Rose,” Stiles whispered.

“It wasn't your fault. These things happen,” Rose said, her voice gentle. “I accept your apology, but it wasn’t your fault.”

“Come on, boys,” Carter said.

The boys and Deaton went with Carter to the station while Rose went in the ambulance with Emma.

~~~

Getting to the station, no one knew what they were gonna see. Deaton found half of Tracy's tail on the ground as Kira and Lydia rushed over to Stiles while Scott helped Sheriff up from his position on the floor.

“Where's Emma?” Lydia asked.

“She's going to the hospital. Tracy cut her pretty badly with her tail,” Stiles said. “Her mom's riding with her.”

“Scott,” Deaton said. It grabbed everyone's attention. Scott walked over to Deaton, seeing him putting his jacket over Tracy's tail.

Mrs. Martin came back from the basement. Tracy had dragged her down there. She spotted Lydia and rushed over to her, engulfing her in a hug.

Scott walked to a room, looking into it. “Stiles,” he called.

But Stiles was in his own little world, worrying about his girlfriend.

“Stiles,” Scott called again. Stiles finally turned to look at Scott. “Stiles, come on,” Scott said.

“Stiles, go find Tracy. Help Tracy,” Lydia said.

“Come on, Stiles,” Sheriff said.

Stiles turned around and helped his father walk to the basement where Malia was. Scott ran in and slid to a stop, causing Malia to turn around.

“It wasn't me,” she said, holding her hands out low in surrender. Stiles and Sheriff walked up a couple seconds later. Malia looked at the people coming in, noticing one was missing. “Where's Emma?”

“Hospital. We'll talk about it later,” Scott said, looking at Tracy's body lying behind Malia.

“What the hell happened to her?” Sheriff asked. “And why is Emma at the hospital?”

Deaton got down on the ground next to Tracy's body.

Stiles and Sheriff walked over to Malia. “Tracy cut her with her tail. She lost a lot of blood and passed out,” Stiles said to his father.

“There were these people,” Malia said, voice laced with fear. “They had masks. Uhm, there-- there were-- there were three of them. I think there were three.”

“What-- what are you talking about?” Stiles asked.

“They were strong, Stiles,” Malia stammered. “They had a weapon. Stiles, I didn't do this. Emma would think so, but I didn't do this. I swear.”

“Okay,” Stiles said.

“She's not changing back,” Deaton said. “We're going to need to get her out of here.”

“What, hey-- absolutely not,” Sheriff said. “This is a crime scene.”

Carter walked in the room after that. “Update on Emma: they're prepping her for emergency surgery. What the hell happened to this girl?”

“We call the coroner,” Sheriff said, like no one had walked in the room.

“I think the coroner might be very confused by this girl's severed reptilian tail,” Deaton said.

“I don't care,” Sheriff said.

“You should. Unless you're prepared to hold a press conference announcing the presence of supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills,” Deaton explained.

Sheriff looked over to Carter, who had tilted his head side to side, agreeing with Deaton.

“Dad, he's right,” Stiles said.

“I agree,” Carter said. He desperately wanted everyone, especially Stiles, to ask what happened to her, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Carter knew that Stiles loved Emma, but his attention was on this now; trying to figure out what to do with this girl that's just died... and apparently has a severed reptilian tail.

Sheriff, on the other hand, felt like his head was about to explode from everything. His Sheriff side was shining a little bit brighter at the moment.

“Maybe at the clinic we can figure out how to change her back, then call the coroner?” Scott suggested.

“There-- there-- there's a line-- there is a line that we have to draw,” Sheriff said.

“Dad, you've already crossed it. More than once,” Stiles said.

The Stilinski men looked like they were about to butt heads.

“Sheriff, Deputy, please,” Deaton said. “Let me help. I've dealt with things like this before.” Sheriff's eyes stayed on Deaton for a few seconds as he shook his head before he relented. “Just do it fast,” he said, softly.

Scott rolled up his sleeves, ready to help Deaton carry Tracy's body out of the station.

Sheriff looked to Carter who was looking at Stiles.

“Stiles,” Carter said, the aforementioned boy looking at him. “Come on. Let's get to the hospital.”

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I didn't remember much after I passed out at the clinic, so opening my eyes to see nothing but bright lights moving above me caused me to moan out in pain. I saw my mom walking alongside the stretcher I was laying on.

She looked down at me. “You're going to be okay, sweetheart.”

“Stiles-- where's Stiles?” I asked.

“They're on their way, honey. Don't worry.”

“Mom, you can't say anything about what you saw or what was said to you,” I said through the pain. “You can't--”

“All I saw was my daughter passed out on the floor of the animal clinic because some lunatic girl tried to kill her and everyone else that was around her,” Mom said. “You're going to be fine.”

I reached up and grabbed her left hand as she moved her right hand to my hair, stroking it. I looked up at her. “You can't tell anyone. You just can't.”

“Your father knows. You're going to be fine,” Mom said again.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

As Scott pushed the doors to the emergency room open, he and Liam made their way through the hallway fast, Scott asking, “Tracy was buried?” “In a hole,” Liam said. “Buried alive. Crawled out. Then we found another hole.” “Who was buried in that one?”

“I don't know, but I think we're gonna want to find out.”

They got into an elevator, Scott hitting the button for the floor they needed. Once the doors opened at their designated floor, they walked out and back down the hallway towards everyone else. Everyone else being; Stiles, Kira, Theo, Malia, Carter, Rose and Melissa.

“Stiles,” Melissa said.

He turned to face her as she came walking towards him. “How bad is it?”

“Could've been worse,” she told him. “Theo, nice going on that tourniquet. You probably saved her life.”

“I give all the credit to Emma. She's the one who told me what to do,” Theo said.

Melissa turned around to face Scott and Liam. Stiles gave Theo a once over, still suspicious. Carter noticed and looked between the two, sensing that something was obviously going on.

“Alright. She's about to go into surgery,” Melissa said. “So it's gonna be a while. Any other supernatural details that I need to know about or do we just stitch her up and hope for the best?”

“It was the tail,” Kira said. Melissa whipped her head over her shoulder to look at Kira.

“Yeah,” Scott said. “Tracy cut her with the tail, if that makes a difference.”

“Okay,” Melissa said, taking in all this information. She walked away from the group, going back to the operating room.

“But it wasn't just Tracy. There were the others,” Malia said. She looked to Stiles, who was already looking at her. “The guys in the masks.”

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

The only sounds in the operating room was the heart beat monitor and the doctors and nurses moving about.

“Okay,” Melissa said. I looked up at her and gave her a weak smile. I could see that she was smiling back a little under her mask. I could tell because her eyes were crinkled. “Can you do a little countdown for us, Emma? Starting with 10?”

I took in a breath. “Ten...” I started. I could already feel the anesthesia working. “Nine...” I heard clicking sounds to my right, so I looked. I saw one of the doctors standing at a table, but everything was distorted a little before I saw what looked like a steampunk doctor turn around and look at me. “Eight...” He turned back around, the clicking noise coming back as he moved.

I turned my head back into a normal position, continuing my countdown, slowly. “Seven... six... five...” Another steampunk doctor came into view then disappeared. I looked up and saw a third steampunk doctor, but this one talked to me.

“Keep going,” the Surgeon said.

“Four...” I counted before I went to sleep.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

Stiles went back home to shower and get right to work. He would go see Emma later when her mom would text him. Malia showed up, standing at his doorway.

“Need help?” she asked.

“No, I'm good. Thanks,” he replied. It came out a little cold, and he didn't intend for it to be that way.

“I know I'm not Emma and can't help you like she can, but-- I wanna try.”

Stiles sighed. “It's not that. It's just--” He stopped himself, afraid of what he might say and how it'll come out.

Malia nodded her head. “Look, I know she’s trying to be civil... whatever that means, and I know that I probably shouldn’t have said that she should’ve stayed dead in the Vault.” She looked anywhere but at him before connecting her eyes with his face.

He wasn't looking at her.

“Look, I know I'm still a work in progress and I know I can be clingy--”

“That's not the word I would use.”

“Then what words would you use? Be honest with me.”

“You want me to be honest? Okay, how about this,” he said. “My girlfriend has been put in danger since your father bit Scott and tried to kill her just a couple months after. When we saved you, you decided to make me your anchor because both Scott and I helped you out with your shifts causing a drift between me and Emma. You literally don't listen to us when we say that there's a line that you can't cross and shouldn't cross, but you did anyway. It's not hard to tell that you like me, Malia, and I like you, too, but as a friend. I'm with Emma, I'll always be with Emma. Nothing's gonna change that.”

After listening to him be brutally honest, Malia nodded her head. “That's all I needed to hear. But just-- at least let me try and help you. I'm already here.”

Stiles rubbed his forehead, not ready to have a fight. “Sure. But just-- don't say anything. It's how Em and I work.”

“Noted,” Malia said. She walked around Stiles' crime board and sat down on the edge of his bed. She watched as he moved around the board, picking up his pencil and writing things on the board, writing something about the Masked Killer.

She looked at Theo's name, not liking that it was up there. She moved her eyes up a little, seeing Who Is The Desert Wolf? up on the board. She stood up and walked over to his board, standing next to him for a moment before she picked up the eraser and moved to erase about her mother.

Stiles watched as she did this, locking eyes with her for a moment.

“I know I don't fully understand what it means to have boundaries, but I'm willing to learn. I won't show up unannounced again,” she said.

“Emma would just let us know anyway,” Stiles said.

Malia gave him a confused look.

He sighed. “It's part of her abilities.”

“What about Lydia?”

“Nah, she doesn't have that,” he explained. “Emma and Lydia are both Banshee's, but Emma's powers have more to them. With these added abilities, she's considered to be a were-banshee. Goes back in her family for generations. Somewhere along the way, one of her great grandmothers married a werewolf, and they ended up having a baby. Hence, were-banshee.”

Malia nodded like she knew what he was saying. “I don't get it.”

He lightly chuckled. “We didn't either until we sat down and wrote it out on paper. She understands things more when it's written on paper or if she reads it.”

“So that's how she knew about telling our bodies to heal?”

Stiles nodded. “Yep.”

Malia looked at the doorway, raising her brows. “She's pretty smart.”

“Yeah. One of the reasons why I'm in love with her.”

It was quiet for a moment before Malia spoke up again. “I'll find another anchor. How hard could it be?”

They shared a small chuckle before Malia walked out of Stiles' room.

~~~

Scott and Kira went back to his house. After they walked into the kitchen, Kira turned around and faced him. He grabbed her hand, looking down at her. She looked at him, both of them putting their foreheads together. They were both thankful that nothing major happened to either of them, but they were both still worried about Emma.

She'd become a great friend to Kira, giving relationship advice and all.

Scott kissed Kira's forehead before connecting their lips in a sweet kiss.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Deaton said, walking into the kitchen from the front door. He set his bag on the table, and reached in, starting his grabbing jars from said bag.

“A werewolf with the talons of an eagle,” he began explaining. “It’s possibly a shapeshifter, known in Eastern mythology as a Garuda.” He placed that jar down before grabbing another. “Tracy's claws. The unmistakable claws of a werewolf.” He set that down and looked at Scott. “But--” he said, before grabbing another jar. “A werewolf who also bears the venom and scales of a Kanima.”

Kira picked up the jar with Tracy's claws, examining them. “What do you even call that?”

“Personally, I call it terrifying,” Deaton said. “But at the moment, I'm more interested in how Tracy was able to get across the Mountain Ash.”

“I thought nothing supernatural can do that,” Kira wondered.

“As did I. So if Tracy was able to cross the Mountain Ash and no one supernatural can do that--”

“Tracy's not a supernatural,” Scott figured.

“Exactly,” Deaton said. “If she wasn't born and she wasn't bitten, she had to have been made.”

“Made?” Kira asked.

“Someone is trying to make supernatural creatures with non-supernatural means,” Deaton explained. “And whoever they are, they're somehow managing to blur the lines between science and the supernatural.”

“But there's more,” Scott stammered. He continued at Deaton's look. “Liam said he found another hole out in the woods.”

“Burying them could be part of their process, a kind of incubation,” Deaton said.

“What are we supposed to do?” Kira asked.

“Same thing you've always done,” Deaton said. “Protect your friends. Protect each other.”

Deaton and Kira looked at Scott. “So, what about someone like Tracy?”

“I wish I could tell you,” Deaton said. “Hopefully, I'll have more answers soon. I'll be gone a few days.”

“You're leaving?” Scott asked, brows shooting to his hairline.

“Just a few days.”

“How scared should we be?” Kira asked.

Deaton looked down at the jars, picking one of them up. “I've lived in the world of the supernatural a long time. But I'm still a doctor. Still a man of science. Something like this happens, it rattles the foundation of everything you believe. Something like this shakes you to the core.”

“Something like what?” Scott asked.

“The rules... the rules have changed.”

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I woke to the sun shining in my face. I groaned and turned over on my back from my left side. Hearing the TV on, I sat up as best as I could, seeing the back of my favorite person's head and smiled.

“I thought I'd never see you again,” I said.

He turned his head over his shoulder, giving me a soft smile. “Hey, you.” He stood up from his spot in the chair at the foot of the bed, connecting our lips in a sweet kiss.

“What are you doing here? Other than to see me, of course,” I sassed.

“Nothing. Just seeing my favorite girl,” Stiles said.

I started scooting over, giving him room to lay next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I rested my head on his shoulder, resting my hand on his stomach. “I've missed this,” I whispered.

“Felt weird not having you next to me last night,” he said, rubbing my upper arm.

I chuckled. “Same here.”

It was quiet for a minute before he spoke up again. “Parrish is gonna teach Lydia jiu-jitsu.”

“Really? Why?” I asked.

“After hearing about what happened to you, she wants to learn how to protect herself.”

I nodded with an impressed face. “Girl power. Right on.”

“Scott's at school--”

“As should you,” I said, tilting my head back some to look at him.

“Well, I couldn't leave my best girl hanging, now could I?” he said.

I smiled and put my head back down. “No.”

“She's right, though,” I heard Dad say. I watched as he closed the door behind him. “Seeing Em's important--”

“But school's more important,” I said. I looked up at him, seeing a look of protest on his face. “Babe, I'll be fine. Don't worry. If I see any steampunk doctors, you'll be the first person I call.”

“But I'm comfortable,” he said, wrapping his left arm around me.

I groaned in pain a little, causing him to pull his arm back.

“It's time for her medicine, anyway. It knocks her out,” Dad said.

Stiles sighed and moved to get out of the bed. He put his face near mine, leaning on the bed. “I'll be back right after school. If anything changes, I'll let you know.”

“Go. I'll be fine. I'm a big girl. Keep me updated on everything.”

He chuckled. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I said.

He leaned forward and connected our lips in a quick but sweet kiss. He pulled back and walked to the door, Dad giving him a curt nod.

After Stiles walked out of the room and closed the door, Dad moved to the chair, pulling it more near me. “Now. Tell me everything that happened.”

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV

“If 99.9% of our DNA sequence is the same as other humans, what could account for the missing 0.1% difference?” Mrs. Finch asked her AP Bio class. “Theo?”

Theo looked up from his book, looking at his teacher before giving his answer. “Uhm, nucleotides.”

“That's right,” Mrs. Finch said. “Yes, Kira?”

“Can there be more than one species in the same DNA?” Kira asked.

Scott was looking at a little chart he made of all the supernatural creatures that they've encountered thus far in their Senior year.

“No, but there can be multiple sets of DNA in the same individual. We call that a Chimera. Anyone know where that term comes from? Sydney?”

“Greek mythology,” Sydney said, so sure of her answer. “It's a lion with a goat coming out of its back and tail that ends in the head of a snake.”

“That's right, Sydney,” Mrs. Finch said. “Do you want to read us the full Wikipedia entry off your phone? But that does get us into the next topic of mutation. As you know from the reading, DNA is a fragile molecule. Isn't it, Scott?”

Scott had just finished writing the word Chimera on his paper when Mrs. Finch called on him. He looked up at her, almost confused.

“Or did you miss last night's assigned reading?” she asked.

“Kind of,” Scott said.

“Kind of or yes?

“Mostly yes. Emma's in the hospital, so it kind of distracted me a little.”

“Well then, thank you for another helpful transition in topic. Drop forms,” Mrs. Finch said, moving to grab said forms. “All those now acutely aware that they do not belong in this class, you should fill one out.” She slammed a form in front of a girl, who wasn't afraid to look offended. She placed another form in front of a male student, offense written on his face. “The rest will be on my desk,” she said, walking back to her desk.

Everyone stood up from their stations, Scott and Kira packing their things away. Mrs. Finch watched as Scott walked up to the desk, looking at the drop forms. He looked up at her, seeing her eye him. He already knew what she was thinking, so he picked up a form.

~~~

Scott and Kira were in the library, sitting at a table doing school work. Stiles and Malia came running up the steps, a book in Malia’s hands, causing Scott's attention to go from his work to his best friend.

“Did you get in to see Emma?” Scott asked.

“Yeah, she's still in the ICU and no one outside of family is allowed in. Her mom had to get all lawyer-y at the nurses and doctors to let me in,” Stiles said. “Right before I left she told me that everyone needs to keep her updated with everything.”

“Well, call her right now,” Scott said.

Stiles nodded and took his phone out of his pocket, dialing Emma's number, putting her on speaker.

“Miss me already, Stilinski?” Emma greeted.

“Always,” Kira said.

Emma chuckled on the other end of the phone as Stiles placed it on the table in front of the group.

“From what Stiles said, Emma didn't know a whole lot, but we got one thing,” Malia said, placing the Bestiary in book form on the table, opening it.

“Anything in here about half-werewolves, half-Kanimas?” Kira asked.

“Not from what I can remember, no. Allison read that book cover to cover and didn't say anything about it,” Emma said. “Well, not cover to cover since it wasn't in book form yet.”

“The Chimera,” Scott said.

“Uhm, what?” Stiles said at the same time Emma said, “Do what now?”

“Chimera,” Scott said, looking between the phone and Stiles, realizing that they didn't know what he was talking about. “We learned the term in Bio. It's a creature made of incongruous parts. And if Liam said he found two burial sites, it means Tracy's not the only one.”

“Who's the second Chimera?” Kira asked.

“Who's creating them?” Emma asked.

“And why would they bury them?” Stiles asked, looking at his best friend.

“Deaton thinks it's part of their process,” Scott said.

“The people in masks,” Malia said.

It was quiet for a second around the table and the phone. No one knew what to say. Emma thought about the people she told Stiles about before her surgery.

“Guys, I gotta go,” Emma said.

“Why?” Kira asked.

“There's a kid hysterically screaming down the hall, and it’s a little bit distracting. Okay. Plan; Scott and Kira, get your asses down here to help investigate. I'm sure Melissa's gonna call one of you. Babe, Malia; you guys stay there and try to research as much as you can about this.”

“Alright,” Scott said.

“Just wait for your mom to call, Scotty. Don't need you getting yelled at because you and Kira decided to skip school.”

Scott chuckled. “Alright, Em. We'll try and come see you, too.”

“Sounds good. See you then. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand break!” With that, Emma hung up, leaving the four others to look at each other then share a chuckle at whatever that was with Emma.

~~~

At the hospital while Emma was on the phone with Stiles, Scott, Kira and Malia, she heard a kid screaming and quickly got off the phone. She tried to focus her hearing, but couldn't hear anything.

Down the hall, Melissa and Dr. Geyer ran up to the stretcher the kid was on, trying to keep him calm.

“Can someone clue me in as to what's wrong with this kid?” Dr. Geyer asked.

Melissa looked from the kid's leg to his arm. “I'm pretty sure it's this.” She picked up his arm, showing what looked like a nasty burn, causing the kid to cry out more.

Not long after they got him into a room, Melissa called Scott. He was prepared since Emma figured this would happen. Scott texted Emma, letting her know that he and Kira were on their way. Once they got to the hospital, they hopped on the elevator, hitting the button for Level 2.

“This way,” Melissa greeted the couple as soon as the doors opened. All three of them walked down the hall. “He came in about 45 minutes ago.”

They didn't get far from his room when the boy started screaming again.

“Melissa,” Dr. Geyer said.

“Yeah.”

“I'm gonna find an anesthesiologist covering acute pain. See what you can do.”

“Okay.” She stopped a few feet from his door, hearing his screams.

“Mom, what's happening to him?” Scott asked, slowly inching towards the door.

“It's the pain. Nothing's working. We've already pumped him full of morphine.”

“Can't they do anything to help him?” Kira asked.

“We can put him in a medically-induced coma,” Melissa said, looking at Kira. “It's how we help burn victims deal with the pain.” She shook her head before looking back towards the door and her son.

Scott looked at the door, brows laced with worry. “Let me see if I can help.” He walked in the door, the boys screaming getting louder.

Kira and Melissa walked in after, Melissa keeping a watch at the door while the boy continued to scream.

They had put wrist and ankle restraints on him to keep him from hurting himself or others.

“His name is Corey,” Melissa said. “That's all we could get out of him.”

Scott and Kira looked at each other while Corey looked at Scott.

“Please, make it stop,” he said through a round of pain. “Please make it stop.”

Scott wrapped his hands around Corey's, immediately taking away his pain, starting to groan with the pain he was feeling.

“Scott,” Kira said. Her and Melissa moved to either side of him. “Let go. Let go of him.” They grabbed Scott's arms, pulling him away from Corey, Scott gasping out.

“I'm okay,” he said, after a few deep breaths. He looked towards Corey's arm that was now covered in bandages. “Let me see it. Let me see his arm.”

Melissa lifted Corey's arm, removing the restraint from his wrist. She pulled the bandage back, revealing that same nasty looking burn mark, only this time, it looked a lot worse; almost infected like.

“Holy--” Kira said.

“What is that?” Scott asked.

“The lab says scorpion venom,” Melissa said.

“Scorpion?” Scott asked, shaking his head lightly like he didn't understand.

“I know. But that's not the weirdest part,” Melissa said, putting the bandage back and putting his arm back down. “Because a sting this bad means that he should've been dead 10 hours ago, and the scorpion that stung him would've been 10 feet tall.” She walked back over towards the door.

“Please tell me that doesn't mean there's a giant scorpion running around Beacon Hills,” Kira said, fear laced in her voice a little.

“Lucas,” Corey said, coming to from passing out. “It was Lucas.”

Scott moved up by Corey's head after a few seconds of silence. “Hey, Corey, what Lucas did to you, he's gonna do it to someone else, and it's gonna be much worse.”

“We need to know what happened,” Kira said.

“I don't really know,” Corey said. He started sitting up, Scott helping him. “He's never been like that before.”

“Like what?” Scott asked, trying to get to the bottom of it.

“Aggressive,” Corey said. It came out more like a question than a statement. He sighed. “We were taking it slow, but it wasn't me. He was the shy one. Then we're hanging out today and it's like he was a different person.”

Scott looked like he was trying to understand. “Like, different how?”

“Like, super confident. We were just kissing and then I felt this sharp sting on my arm and... and then I looked up at him and I swear his eyes turned black.”

“You mean totally black?” Kira asked, coming to stand next to Scott.

“The whole eye,” Corey said. “But it was only for a second. And then he said sorry, that he'll see me at the club tonight and then he just left. And then a few minutes later, I'm in the worst pain of my life.”

Kira took a few steps back while Corey was explaining. “Wait, hold on. You said club.” She took those extra steps back to Scott. “What club?”

“Every Friday night. Sinema.”

~~~

Scotty: We're gonna come see you tomorrow. Gotta head to Sinema to stop a possible Chimera from killing people. Call Stiles. See if he's still at the school.

Emma sighed as she read the text message from Scott, resting her head against the uncomfortable pillow the hospital provided.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Rose, Emma's mother, asked.

“Scott,” Emma said, throwing her phone on her lap. “Said him and Kira can't come by. Gotta save some people.”

Her mother was quiet for a few seconds before getting up from the chair provided and sitting on the edge of the bed. She rested her hand on her daughter's leg.

“And Stiles was supposed to come by for dinner, but he's obviously not here. Scott told me to call him to see if he's still at the school, which knowing Stiles, he probably got wrapped up in research or fell asleep. I swear that boy can sleep like a baby anywhere.”

Rose chuckled at Emma's rant, letting her daughter just speak what's on her mind. “Have you called Stiles?”

Emma looked at her mother before looking back to her phone and shaking her head. “No. But I'm going to.”

“I'm going to the vending machine for a dessert. Want anything?” Rose asked.

Emma thought for a moment before deciding on her favorite candy bar. “Hershey's Cookies and Creme bar.”

Rose patted her daughter's leg before getting up. “You got it.” She left the room, purse in hand.

Emma sighed as soon as the door was shut and looked at her phone. She picked it up and opened up her contacts after unlocking it. She dialed Stiles' number, putting the phone up to her ear. “You had better just gotten wrapped up in research.”

“Hey, this is Stiles... and you've missed me. Leave a message,” Stiles' voicemail greeted.

“Hey, babe. Just checking to see where you are. Scott said that you were still at the school, so I'm kind of hoping that's where you are. Uhm, I guess give me a call back or text me. Something's going on with my abilities, and I don't know what to say, do, or think.” She was quiet for a moment before remembering she has a time limit with leaving a voicemail. “Anyway, before this thing cuts me off, just be careful and let me know when you get home. I love you.”

She hung up the phone, wrapping her arms around herself. Tears gathered in her eyes, not knowing what's going on outside her hospital room walls... and wondering why the hell the hearing part of her abilities wasn't working.

~~~

Scott and Kira were walking to the back entrance of Sinema, talking about the information they'd just gotten from Corey.

“A kid turning into a half-scorpion, half-werewolf? Is there even a myth for that?” Kira asked.

“Sumerian,” Scott said. “Em's half-werewolf, half-Banshee.”

“Is there a myth for that?”

“Her bloodline. Somehow. Anyway, I remember something about it in the Bestiary. This scorpion-werewolf, not Em,” Scott said. He opened the back door, letting Kira step in first.

Lady Luck wasn't on their side at the moment as an alarm rang through as soon Kira stepped over the threshold. They looked at each other before looking around for a second.

Kira took the buckle part of her belt off, tossing it at an old-fashioned alarm, successfully hitting it and cutting the sound.

Scott looked at her in amazement. “God, I love you,” he said before running inside the club itself, leaving a stunned Kira to stand for a few seconds.

She walked in behind Scott, trying to explain what she was feeling at that moment. “You did it again. You did something that changed everything and you don't even realize you did it but you did.”

Scott stopped and looked at her, a little confused. “I did?” He heard roaring, turning his head in that direction, trying to figure out where exactly it was coming from. Hearing more roaring and fighting happening, he was able to follow the sound, Kira not far behind.

They pushed through a thing of hanging chains, seeing that Lucas was on top of Liam, who was trying to keep Lucas' claws away from him.

Liam looked over at his Alpha, shouting, “You're a little late!”

As Scott jumped into action, Kira took her belt off, which was actually her katana.

Scott grabbed a hold of some scaffolding, kicking Lucas off of Liam. He tried to kick Lucas again, but Lucas grabbed his leg, pushing him to the ground.

Liam got up from his spot against the table, charging at Lucas to have another go. Lucas stopped that from happening by shoving Liam away with his foot.

Lucas got into fighting ready stance while Kira twisted her sword a couple times before trying to attack Lucas.

Kira tried to hit Lucas with her sword, but he blocked every swing she made at him. She swung and seemed really happy about the result.

“What the hell is that thing?” Brett grunted against a wall.

Kira and Lucas were still going at it, trying to hit or slash the other to no avail. She tried stabbing him, but he moved out of the way, grabbing her wrist instead, twisting her arm back quickly before letting go. Kira twisted her sword, still trying to get Lucas, but he ducked under her sword, switching their positions. She kicked him and sent him flying against the chains. He stopped himself before he could land on the ground.

Lucas started running back towards Kira, but Liam jumped in his way, grabbing Lucas and slamming him against the ground. Lucas came out of his trance, everyone a little happy about it.

This wasn't the case for Kira, or rather the Fox. Her eyes glowed Orange as the Fox Fire surrounded her. She walked towards him, saying something in Japanese. She lifted her sword and was about to slash Lucas when Scott rushed to her, grabbing her wrist while calling her name.

She looked over at him, his look one of confusion. The Fox Fire vanished, leaving Kira also confused.

“Is everyone okay?” Scott asked after a few seconds. He looked at everyone, eyes landing on Lucas. “We need to get him out of here. Liam, give me a hand.”

Liam moved to Lucas' legs as Scott moved to his arms. They had just lifted him up when an arrow on a string shot through his heart. It was reeled back up, causing everyone to look at who or what caused the arrow.

What they saw were three figures, looking like something straight out of Steampunk.

“Why did you do that?” Scott asked.

“His condition was terminal,” the middle one, the Surgeon said.

“What does that mean?”

The Surgeon and the other two turned around and started walking away.

“What does that mean?” Scott asked, with a little more force.

The Surgeon turned back around. “Failure.”

Lights exploded as the Steampunk people vanished.

~~~

Scott ended up taking Lucas' body to the hospital, specifically down to the morgue, Melissa meeting him down there. She got him set up on a pull out bed, keeping his door opened.

“I'm sure they'll come up with a reasonable explanation for the stingers in his arms,” Melissa said. “I guess it's better than trying to explain a tail.”

“Better than the truth?” Scott asked, looking at Lucas' body.

“Maybe,” Melissa said after a couple seconds. “This is the best that we can do for now.”

She pushed Lucas' body back in his slot, closing the door. Scott walked over towards the morgue door behind his mother.

“I should've done better. I-- I-- I should've known that this was going to happen,” Scott said. “I should've been able to stop it. Should've been able to keep Emma from getting hurt. She's always getting hurt,” he said the last part to himself, but Melissa caught it.

“Emma's always getting hurt because she's doing right by you, Stiles and everyone else. But, your grandfather used to have a saying about the word should,” Melissa said, walking to stand in front of her son. “You know what you're doing when you say should too often? You're should-ing all over yourself.”

Scott chuckled lightly at the mention of his grandfather.

“I know that I can't be the mom that says I don't want you to do anything about this,” Melissa said. “'Cause you're always gonna be involved because not only do you have the power to do something, you care enough to do it. Like Emma. She's always going to get hurt; physically or emotionally. So all you really need is to ask yourself, what am I gonna do?”

Scott looked around in front of him for a second, thinking about his answer. “I'm gonna find out who did this. And I'm gonna stop them. And I'm gonna keep my best friend, a girl who's like a sister to me, safe.”

Melissa nodded and turned around, walking out of the morgue, Scott not long to follow.

He went to visit Emma, but when he reached her room and looked at her through the window, he saw that she was fast asleep. He could just make out dried tears on her cheeks. He saw movement in the room and looked to see that her mom was gathering her things and walking over to Emma's side.

Rose looked up from smoothing her daughter's hair, looking at Scott through the window. She walked over and opened the door, stepping out before closing it behind her.

“Mrs. Thomas, I'm so sorry,” Scott said.

“It's not your fault, Scott. It's no one's fault,” Rose said. She looked from Scott to her daughter through the window. “You can sit with her, if you'd like. It's still family only.”

“But I'm not family. Neither is Stiles.”

Rose looked back at Scott, a smile on her face. “Who ever said you weren't? Scott, you two have been in her life since you were children. Granted, Stiles has known her a little longer due to mine and Carter's relationship with Noah and Claudia, but still. You two have been through every heartache, break up, school functions, supernatural adventures with her. You're more like family to us than any of her other friends. You're like a brother to her, Scott. Don't ever forget that.” Rose placed a hand on his cheek for a moment.

“It's awesome having a second mother figure around,” Scott chuckled.

“I'm always here if you need me. Go inside and sit with her. Even if it's for five minutes.”

Scott nodded his head and walked into Emma's room after Rose walked away. He sat down in the chair provided, watching his best friend sleep.

“Don't worry, Em. Stiles and I are gonna keep you safe.”

~~~

“Hey, babe. Just checking to see where you are. Scott said that you were still at the school, so I'm kind of hoping that's where you are. Uhm, I guess give me a call back or text me. Something's going on with my abilities, and I don't know what to say, do, or think. Anyway, before this thing cuts me off, just be careful and let me know when you get home. I love you.”

Stiles sighed as he listened to Emma's voicemail. He heard the slight disappointment in her voice. He was frustrated with himself for not waking up two hours beforehand to go have dinner with her and Rose. He pocketed his phone and climbed in his Jeep, turning the key in the ignition. The Jeep didn't start, again, so he grabbed his trusty wrench and got out of the Jeep.

He opened the hood and smoke welcomed him, causing him to cough as to not inhale the smoke. He walked from the driver's side to the passenger side, reaching his hand inside. He pulled back with a hiss from the excessive heat the engine was giving off.

“Why would you touch that if it's extremely hot, you oinker?” He could hear his girlfriend say. He lightly chuckled to himself as he unrolled a bit of the duct tape he also grabbed from his Jeep, placing it over the duct tape that's already there.

He was thinking about Emma and trying to fix his Jeep that he didn't hear footsteps coming up behind him. He felt a hand on his shoulder then a searing pain not long after, causing him to scream out in pain.

~~~

Emma sat up in her hospital bed, effectively waking up Scott, who fell asleep. She started panting as she looked at the wall in front of her. Placing her hands on her head, she squeezed her eyes shut tight, not wanting to scream. It wasn't just a normal scream; it was that scream. A scream that no Banshee wants to scream.

“Em, what is it?” Scott asked.

“Gotta scream, but don't want to,” she said through gritted teeth.

Scott got up and rushed over to her side. “Scream into my hand, okay?” Emma nodded, prepared to break Scott's heart and her very own.

Scott placed his hand over her mouth, but leaving enough room for her lips to move, her own hands covering his to help muffle the sound.

She looked up at Scott with tear-filled eyes. He nodded at her, eyes and brows laced with concern. She took a deep breath and screamed.

“STILES!!!”

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fuckthesworld · 4 years ago

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LAP DANCE { DYLAN O’ BRIEN x READER ft TYLER POSEY }

WARNING : dirty talking, name calling, rough sex . this was amazingly fun to write :) ft. TYLER

I kept switching channels, zapping quickly with the remote. I was pissed, a lot more pissed than I had in a while. I glanced at my computer screen one more time, fueling my anger even more. I had paused on a very ‘interesting’ shot of my boyfriend getting a lap dance and whenever my eyes would fall on it, i would get angrier.

I was waiting for him. Not only was I gonna tell him exactly what I thought, but I was gonna do even worse. The thought of getting some sort of revenge put a balm on my wound but not enough to dissipate all the frustration. I was mostly a cool girlfriend, i believed. I didn’t really mind him going out with his friends, even to a strip club if that’s what turned him on, but seeing an other girl all over my man? No. Even if she was paid. I didn’t think it would make me as mad as it did. Perhaps it was to actually see it with my own eyes that made it worse, and maybe also that he didn’t even tell me. I was not sure if the fact that he and Tyler got filmed by people who recognized them was a good or a bad thing, but it didn’t matter because I knew. I saw.

I saw the lights of a car and breathed in deeply, closing my laptop and turning the tv off. I heard two doors close and recognized both boys’ voices. It took only a few seconds before the door opened but it seemed like an hour. I tried to keep a straight face and not show how mad I was but my heart was literally trying to jump out of my throat.

“Hey baby, sorry i’m home so late.” he sent me a smile but i couldn’t send it back. “I told Tyler he could sleep here, if it’s okay with you.”

I kept silent and he suddenly frowned.

“Ya good?”

I grabbed my laptop again and opened it, putting the video back to the start and turning the screen their way. All i could hear was the loud music from the club but slowly, I saw their faces change in front of me. Their smiles turned into fear and then quickly into an expression of guilt.

“I didn’t know we were… filmed.”

“Piss off, T-posey, I want to hear what Dyl has to say.”

Tyler makes a weird face and moves his hands up, taking a step back. I don’t even send him a glance and look at my boyfriend as he closed his eyes and held his breath.

“Can you please turn this off?”

I grimaced slightly and closed the computer again roughly, putting it on the couch next to me, still staring at him the whole time. He was going to apologize, right?

“Come on, Y/N,” he just said with a shrug. “It was just a lap dance.”

My heart skipped a beat and I scoffed, getting up.

“Just a lap dance?” I repeated, my eyes opened wide. “Really?”

Dylan sighed again and shook his head, making me even angrier than I already was. I didn’t even know it was possible.

“Alright then.”

Quickly, I got up from the couch and walked quickly and loudly to the kitchen, coming back with a chair, putting it right in the middle of the living room. I grabbed my cellphone on the couch and started looking for something in it. They both stared at me, frowns gracing their faces, but they remained silent. I waited a few seconds, giving them just enough time to let more questions run in their mind and finally turned to Tyler.

“Sit.”

His face showed fear when he understood what I wanted and he shook his head lightly, glancing at Dylan before to look back at me.

“I said sit, Ty.” i repeated firmly. “Don’t make me lose my shit.”

Slowly, he took some steps and sat gently on the chair, clearing his throat. I knew he felt embarrassed and maybe a bit scared but I didn’t care.

“Baby, come on, you can’t do that.”

My boyfriend’s words made me send him a sarcastic smile as I clicked on a song from my playlist, putting the phone on the floor.

“Hey, it’s just a lap dance, right? That’s what you said.” I pointed. “But you can stay and watch.”

I knew he thought I wouldn’t do it. I knew he thought I didn’t have the guts to get undressed and dance for one of his friends, and he was wrong. I was not the type to turn the lights off when we fucked, but I was going to show him a wild side he was not aware of just yet.

I stood in front of Tyler for a few seconds before to start moving. They both remained silent as I moved my hips closer to him and i noticed he was holding his breath. It was not Tyler’s kind to be embarrassed by a girl getting naked but the fact that I was dating his best friend probably changed his attitude. I kept my eyes locked with Tyler’s and when I turned around to move my shirt up, I heard my boyfriend gasp. The sound made the left corner of my lips raise but I kept going. I took my shirt off completely and threw it away before to work on my pants. My back was still facing him when I moved them down slightly, exposing half my ass and despite the music, I heard someone curse.

I turned my head to look at my boyfriend. He was leaning against the isle of the kitchen, one of his hands in his pocket and the other over his mouth. He wanted to tell me to stop but he knew it would be useless. I was clearly not a professional, but I was gonna finish what I started.

I bent down while moving my pants to the floor, exposing my ass to Tyler’s face and I heard him groan low, making me smile. Quickly, I stepped out of them and turned around slowly, tilting my head and flipping my hair, moving my hips again in rhythm with the music.

“Okay, Y/N, enough.”

I ignored Dylan’s order and slowly took a seat on Tyler’s laps. His eyes fell in the cleavage of my bra and moved closer, brushing my lips on his neck. I could hear him pant low as my breasts pressed on his chest.

“Get off of him!”

Making Dylan mad was making me smile and the fact that he was jealous turned me on slightly. I didn’t listen to him and moved on my feet again, rubbing my ass gently and slowly on Tyler’s thighs.

“I swear Posey if you fucking touch her i’m gonna kill you!”

This time, it’s a smirk that appeared on my lips. Mostly because of Dylan’s words, but also because I felt Tyler’s half erected cock swell against my panties. It made me feel dizzy and I moved my face back a bit to watch him. His eyes were roaming on me and I bit my bottom lip, letting my hands run on my breasts before to reach in my back to unclasp my bra.

It was too much for Dylan and he ran to me and grabbed my arm trying to pull on it. I almost fell but held myself on Tyler’s shoulder.

“You’re not getting naked in front of him!”

Dylan’s face was red and I could see the anger in his eyes. Why did I enjoy it so much?

“That stripper put her tits in your face, didn’t she?”

“She was not rubbing herself on me!” he let out without answering my question.

“I’m almost done.” I just pointed out, looking meanly at him.

He breathed in and turned around, hitting the isle with his fist. It was like I had transferred all my anger to him and I was starting to feel bad. I looked down and jumped slightly when Tyler’s hand reached for my shoulder.

“Hey, I think he got it now.”

I sighed and nodded, finally getting off Tyler. He got up too and I chuckled low when I saw him adjust himself in his pants. He bent closer to me and sent me a smirk, whispering a “thanks” before to turn around and leave. I wait until I hear the front door close and take a step closer to Dylan , who was now holding himself with both hands on the isle, his head down.

“I’m sorry.”

I held my breath before sighing low. That’s all I wanted. That, and a little revenge. I had gotten both, now it was enough.

“You’re mad uh?”

He turned around, his face expressing extreme anger but also some pain I couldn’t decipher.

“Take that fucking bra off now.”

Out of all the things I thought he would have said, this was clearly not in my top ten.

“W-what?”

“You fucking heard me.”

“But Dyl-”

I didn’t have time to talk, he cut me again.

“You want to play? We’re gonna play.”

We stared at each other for about a minute without moving. I pulled on the straps of my bra and let it fall to my feet as Dylan took a step closer to me.

“Get naked.”

I don’t make him wait this time and pull my panties down, leaving them on the floor as he walks to me, grabbing my hair tight and pulling my head back. This time, it was my turn to gasp and i held my breath.

“Is that what you like?” he whispered, his face very close to mine, anger still shown on his face. “Getting men hard and turn them on? What do you think it did to me?”

I swallowed hard, but I enjoyed this so much I could feel myself getting wet.

“I’ll show you.”

I heard his unzip his pants with his free hand and he pulled on my hair harder.

“On your knees.”

Still holding my hair in a fist, he brought me down on my knees, right in front of his hard cock. Just seeing it made me whimper.

“If you like acting like a little slut, you gotta be able to be one.”

The last time I had asked Dylan to call me names in our sex sessions, he was not so sure about it, but now, I had managed to make him mad enough to want it. It turned me on even more than I thought it would have. The way he was looking at me made me ache for him just like how his void stiles made me feel and I let one of my hands slip between my legs.

“Open your mouth.”

I quickly did as asked and he didn’t wait before sliding his cock between my lips. He went a bit roughly and deeply, making me choke on it and without giving me time to get my breath back, he started fucking my mouth. I gagged a few times, feeling myself dripping on my fingers as he was still holding my hair. After a while, I got used to his thrusts and started rubbing my clit at the same time. The whole thing made me so horny I was on the verge of cumming when he pulled out of my mouth and bent closer, his face only a few inches away from mine.

“Mm you’re a good little slut.” he whispered. “I didn’t know that.”

His words made a shiver run across my back and he sent me a smirk. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I could feel my pussy and my head throb at the same beat.

“Get up.”

He pulled on my hair and I moaned, doing as he was asking me. He pushed me against the isle, bending my body. I felt my breasts on the cold marble as he held me there.

“Don’t move.”

I turned my head to watch him take his shirt off but kept my body in place. He pushed his pants and boxers away with his feet and finally pressed his body against mine. I whimpered louder as one of his arms wrapped around my waist, to reach my pussy.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” he whispered near my ear. “You like sucking my cock don’t you? God I love when you’re a little whore for me.”

At his words, I ground my ass on his cock despite myself, feeling it press on my ass.

“You like that? You like when I call you my little whore?” I moaned again, closing my eyes and feeling his breath on my neck. “My little fuck toy. My cum dump. You like when I use you?”

He didn’t give me time to answer and pushed himself inside me, slipping easily and deeply inside me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.”

He hissed through his teeth and stayed still as I started squirming to make him move.

“You’re such an impatient little slut, i swear.” he said in a low tone, pressing his smirk against the skin of my back. “Feeling you throb around me is intoxicating.”

His hands ran on my sides slowly and then down my thighs, making me even more impatient.

“Beg me. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, how much you want me to use you. Tell me how much you love my cock.”

I closed my eyes and breathed in and out a few times before to swallow again.

“I love your dick so much, Dyl .” I let out in a mix of whimper and whisper. “Please use me, please fuck me hard. I love being your little slut. I’m all yours, i belong to you.”

He cursed again and started fucking me, his hips rocking back and forth quickly and roughly. I started moaning louder and he grabbed my hair again, moving his face closer to suck on the skin of my neck. The feeling of his dick hitting deep inside of me was bringing me closer to an orgasm when when he duh his teeth in my shoulder, I let out a scream.

“ Dylan i’m cumming!”

I felt my lower stomach hit the side of the isle as he fucked me as hard as he could, groaning in my ear. I felt him shake behind me, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he spilled inside me. The thought made me shiver through my orgasm and my nails scratched gently on the marble.

When we both got down from out highs, i closed my eyes, hearing him pant near my ears. He slid out of me slowly and i felt his cum and mine glide down my legs.

“Don’t ever do that again.” he breathed close to me.

I turned my head to look at him and raised my eyebrows.

“Don’t ever get an other lap dance.” I retorted with daring eyes. “We’re even now.”

He chuckled and nodded a bit, his chin still laying on my shoulder blade.

“The only lap dances I will get from now on will be yours.” he promised, making me laugh. “That was hot, fuck. I was jealous.”

He peppered kisses gently on my back and I sighed, my lips curling.

“I promise I’ll only do this to you from now on.”

“Deal.”

MASTERLIST

#dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan obrien imagine #dylan obrien #tyler posey #tyler posey smut #void stiles #void stiles smut #dob #teen wolf smut #the maze runner smut

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dystopiandilfs · 3 years ago

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I saw your post about if Dream's your fav then Louis your fav from 1d and I was wondering if you had any other thought like that because for some reason it makes sense and i noticed a lot of my louie mutuals are also dream stans

If your favourite Feral Boy is Dream then your favourite One Direction member is Louis, your favourite Vampire Diaries character is Caroline, your favourite Vampire Diaries villain is Klaus, your favourite Teen Wolf villain is Theo (or Void Stiles), your favourite Teen Wolf character is Stiles or Lydia, your favourite Narnia character switches between Susan and Edmund, your favourite Doctor is 10, your favourite companion is either Jack or Donna, your favourite Marvel film is CATWS, your favourite Marvel villains are Loki and Bucky, your favourite Glee character is Santana.

Basically fan favourites are your style, bonus points if their house is Slytherin or Ravenclaw.

#besties im sorry if this is a call out #but also taste #dreamwastaken #louis tomlinson #klaus mikaelson #bucky barnes #back on my bullshit #also liam dunbar and george are the same person #not in a dnf thiam way but just in general

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jessmalia · 3 years ago

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tell me about your ocs, I wanna choose my godchild 🎶

ok ok ok ok ok... here we go.

First off, all my stories centre on romance, because that’s just what I like to write. It’s just my favourite way of exploring different sides of my own and already established favourite characters and a way to fill the void of the missing romance I so desperately crave in my own life but that’s a little too real. But I know you know that it’s so much more than that too. Like, this isn’t even a disclaimer, because I KNOW you know I’ll still give you something you like even though it’s not particularly platonic soulmates excellence™ (not that there’s not an element of that with other relationships in my fics, it’s just not what’s focused on most). But also they’re all slow burns so their friendships get much more page-time than the romantic stuff.

so, here we actually go

First off...

Valerie Thomas

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Backstory

(Okay so Valerie is apart of my Teen Wolf rewrite Bittersweet that I actually have halfway written already. In simple terms it’s an Enemies to Lovers story between her and Stiles.)

Valerie Thomas did not have the best childhood. Her father is emotionally and verbally abusive and her mom is a depressed shell of her former self. She moves to Beacon Hills with them when she’s 10 years old and starts attending Beacon Hills Middle School with the rest of the Teen Wolf characters. On her first day she has a nice conversation with Stiles on the swings (cause Scott is sick so Stiles doesn’t have anyone to hang out with, and Valerie doesn’t have any friends yet).

What could’ve been a start to a nice friendship gets foiled when the next day both Scott and the most popular girl in their class, Lydia Martin (who was also gone the first day of school) come back and Lydia immediately takes Valerie under her wing. She’s therefor officially out of Stiles’ friend league.

A couple of weeks go by and the two don’t speak until they get paired up in science. They have an assignment where they have to light a candle, and because Stiles is a clumsy imbecile he accidentally lights Valerie’s hair on fire when he tries to light the candle (trust me, this sort of shit is very in character for him). They put it out but not before a sizeable chunk of her hair has been burnt off and Valerie is sent to the nurses office.

The next day, Stiles attempts to apologise for what he did, but doesn’t get the chance since Valerie starts yelling at him the moment she lays her eyes on him. When she won’t calm down he calls her hothead.

That nickname lasts for a year.

And this event officially upgrades their relationship to Enemies.

Valerie then spends the next four years torturing Stiles (there’s a deeper psychological issue at play here, we’ll get into that later). Verbally bullying him for being dorky, awkward, weak, terrible at lacrosse etc.

Now, this is all just the setup to the story, so we never get to see Valerie’s early bullying years, but I have a very specific picture of how it went down.

Now, Valerie is bullying him. She’s being incredibly mean. There’s no question about it. But, she has a couple of very strict lines that she will not cross. Because when it comes down to it, despite these bad actions, Valerie is not a bad person (there’s just a deeper psychological issue at play here, we’ll get into that later). She has a good heart. She knows that what she’s doing to Stiles is wrong. She just justifies it in her head with that since Stiles hurt her first, he deserves it.

But still, there are some things she cannot justify.

I just imagine this very clear scene in my head where she’s going off being mean to Stiles, then some other kid joins in and tells Stiles to kill himself. And immediately there’s a switch turned with her, and she starts yelling at the other kid like, “Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you? That was so over the line. You can’t just say that to another person. Apologise, now!”

Which is a really interesting thing from Stiles’ perspective, because it kinda forces him to view her as a more complex person. Cause on one hand, he really hates her, and he really wants to. She's so mean to him! It’s understandable! But being confronted with this side of Valerie is proof that there’s more to her, which complicates his view of her so much.

And this is one of the things I love about the Enemies to Lovers, or even just Enemies to Friends trope. When we are with our friends we often tend to not be completely honest with them. We either pretend we’re okay when we’re not, or we don’t show them the darker parts of us in fear that they’ll be turned off. But with our enemies, there’s no pretending like this. We’re not scared to show our dark sides, in fact we often do cause we hate them. So enemies have this potential of getting to know each other on a deeper level without even meaning to.

And that’s exactly what happens with Valerie and Stiles! As their mutual hatred turns into borderline obsession, they get to know the other like no one else without even realising it. So much so, that by the show’s start, despite Valerie being a very practiced liar, Stiles knows her tell! He knows her habits and mannerisms. He can read her like no one else can.

Okay, back to the actual story.

In their freshman year a new student named Michael Larson joins their class, and Valerie and Michael quickly start dating. They date through most of Freshman year and seemed really happy (which Stiles did not care about). But... then comes the day where everything changes.

Valerie doesn’t come to school, which is strange, Stiles observes, because she’s always on time and has never had a sick day. Then in the locker room after lacrosse practice, Stiles overhears Michael bragging about having dumped Valerie during the weekend (Stiles doesn’t care about this either).

The rest of the week goes by and no sign of Valerie, Stiles even notices that Lydia seems worried, which is strange. Valerie and Lydia are best friends. They share everything with each other. It’s not like Valerie to disappear for a week and not tell Lydia what’s going on (Obviously, Stiles still doesn’t care at all).

The next Monday however, Valerie is back. Except she isn’t. It’s definitely Valerie, but not the one they knew. She’s different. (I'm sorry but the old Valerie can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead. If I had to pick just one song to summarise Valerie it would no doubt be Look What You Made Me Do, that song is her anthem!)

When Valerie comes back she looks completely different. She's gone from doing ballet to being a punk. I’m not kidding she’s punk now. She traded her pastel summer dresses with black everything, ripped jeans, safety needles, leather, the works. She also dyed purple streaks in her hair. You get it. Completely different. (All her flowers grew back as thorns. And Call It What You Want is the perfect stalerie song btw. you’ll get it soon.)

She also completely ignores all her former popular friends and starts hanging out with Erica Reyes who’s like one of the least popular girls in school, she’s been bullied her entire life for her epilepsy. Valerie becomes very protective of her very quickly. @valentine-melody described it best:

(Erica becomes a werewolf later and dies. She's a very underrated character who was incredibly mistreated by the writers. I considered rewriting it to keep her alive in my fic but then Valerie would’ve ended up with her instead of Stiles tbh, so what can you do. I did really enjoy exploring Valerie’s grief after loosing her, though.)

The whole school assumed that Valerie changed so drastically because of Micheal breaking up with her, and she doesn’t comment on it at all to anyone. Michael later transfers to Davenford Prep after Freshman year, and that is where the story starts!

Damn, I really thought the backstory part was gonna be short.

The Real Valerie: A Subversion of a Woman Scorned

Most of the story is told from Stiles’ perspective, and that was by design. Valerie is a mystery, one that the readers were supposed to figure out along with Stiles

I purposefully established Valerie’s backstory in a way where the readers would assume to know what’s happened, based on similar media. The reason behind Valerie’s transformation is never stated, it is unknown, but all the characters and the readers assume that it’s a result of her break up with Micheal, because that’s what media has conditioned us to believe. I wanted to let the readers make this assumption and then call them out on it.

Because in Part 21, we find out from Valerie herself what really happened.

The feminine sundresses and popular crowd thing was never something that Valerie wanted for herself, it was what her dad wanted for her. Any attempt of hers to break out against his rigid norms were met with abuse, so Valerie learned to conform. So much of her personality then wasn’t who she really was.

When she met Michael was when she finally found someone who could relate. Because he was in a very similar, though actually even more extreme, situation. Michael was adopted, and his adoptive parents had a biological son before who died. So, in an incredibly cruel and selfish act of grief, they adopted Michael as a replacement for their dead son, and they forced him be the image of their son in their heads. The real kicker, though: the name of their dead son was Michael, and they didn’t just adopt another Michael, no, no, no. They adopted a kid with a completely different name and changed it (can’t tell you his original name cause it’s a HUGE spoiler, and also I haven’t come up with it yet).

So, this was what Valerie and Michael bonded over. They both had extremely controlling families who forced them to be something they were not.

And Stiles observation that they were happy was very much true. They were happy! They were so in love!

But then something happened that changed everything.

God, I’m so dramatic.

On the Eve of the Spring Fling Dance and the night they lost their virginities to each other, they made a promise. They promised each other that they would start rebelling against their parents. They promised that they were gonna stop conforming. Because not being themselves were making them unhappy (obviously). Valerie was gonna start by dying her hair, and Michael was gonna start by sabotaging his acceptance interview to Davenford Prep.

But then... I’ll let Valerie tell you what happens next:

“But then I guess he began to chicken out. His interview came and he did it perfectly, so he got accepted. I got mad and tried to talk to him about it, but when I brought it up he got all cold and defensive. After a while, he was downright mean. I got sick of it eventually and decided to dump him.”

In the end, Michael wasn’t strong enough to do it, and this is what defines his character for most of the series; cowardice. He wasn’t brave enough to rebel against his parents, he wasn’t brave enough to face Valerie after, and he wasn’t even brave enough to break things off with her. Instead he treated her like crap until she dumped him. Then he lied to the entire school that he initiated the breakup just to solidify himself as the popular jock his parents wanted him to be.

But this revealed something in Valerie, too. That she is brave in every way he isn’t:

“But it was the kick in the balls I needed to realize that I didn’t have to prove anything to anyone. Not to my dad and not to my friends. So instead of just dying my hair, I rebelled fully. I started living the life I wanted, as much as I could.”

I’m not even gonna explain this, cause Stiles did it best:

It was then I finally felt like I solved the mystery that was Valerie Thomas. She wasn’t just this tough punk with a snarky attitude — she was a girl in a constant battle with the world to be herself. The sudden transformation hadn’t had anything to do with her breakup with Michael like I’d originally thought — she had just finally gotten the courage to express her true self. I remembered that conversation I overheard between her and Erica. It’s better to be hated than loved for what you’re not. Those were the two options Valerie was given. Be loved for what she’s not, or be hated for what she is. It was a shitty deal but it was the only one she got. And she had chosen the latter. I admired her for that. I’m not sure I could let go of what people thought of me like she did. She didn’t even try to clear up her reputation after. She let the whole school think she was some kind of scorned woman because she just didn’t care what they thought. But that made me wonder. Why did she tell me? Did she care about what I thought of her? Had that much changed between us that she didn’t want me to view her in that way anymore?

I think this is my favourite part of Valerie; her absolute indifference to what people think of her. It’s such an admirable quality that you rarely see to this extreme. Characters like Valerie usually want to call the people who wronged them out, make everyone pay, get people to realize how great and cool they are. But not Valerie. The whole school has this twisted nasty perception of her and she doesn’t even give a flying fuck.

The first time in two years she ever goes out of her way to defend her reputation is just this one time to this one guy that she’s grown closer to and wants to know the real her. Stiles is completely correct in his assumption at the end.

Also, this is why Reputation is Valerie’s album. Literally every single song. I mean, “And in the death of her reputation, She felt truly alive.” Come on.

The Kitsune Side

Just like Kira, Valerie is half kitsune, something she doesn’t know, but discovers through the course of the fic. I chose to make her this, mainly because I thought the lore of kitsunes in the show was really interesting, but they never really explored it on a deeper level, especially the parts I liked the most, so I wanted to do that through Valerie.

That thing I found especially interesting was that kitsunes are tricksters. “Trickster” personas (both of the human and supernatural variety) are something that’s always fascinated me, probably because I identify with it somewhat (I’ve always been good at figuring out tricks/when people lie/being good at lying myself/manipulation etc. and I pride myself on those qualities).

In the show, they explore the bad parts of these traits very throughly, since the villain of Season 3B is a Nogitsune (dark kitsune) that possesses Stiles, but they never really explored the good side of those traits, except for one quick scene in 4x04. Kira also doesn’t really have those qualities, and she’s the only kitsune character on the show except for her mom, who doesn’t get much screen time. So by making Valerie a kitsune and including the “Trickster” as a key part of her personality, I could explore the good side of these traits however much I wanted (This additionally made her more compatible with Stiles, since he’s someone who does personify the Trickster in many ways). Something I also did was give Kira the tricking traits that the show denied her, since I think it adds an interesting layer to her character.

During the Nogitsune plot line, Valerie struggles with her similarities with the dark kitsune:

“If you’re trying to say it won’t kill us, I’m not feeling too confident about that,” said Derek. “It won’t. It wants irony. It wants to play a trick. It wants a joke,” I said, hating how easy it was for me to understand. I recognized the way this thing thought because it was exactly like me. I had wanted to know what I was so badly, but I didn’t realize it would reveal all the parts I hate most about myself. But I needed to put my worries in the back of my mind right now, because Stiles was my priority. Cause as much as I hated the similarities between me and the nogitsune, right now it was helping me save him. And that’s what’s most important. “So,” I continued, “all we need to do — is come up with a new punch line.”

But during the course of the show she learns that these traits don’t matter, what matters is what she does with them.

There was another appeal of making her a kitsune as well, there are different types of them. I struggled with deciding what type she was going to be for a while, but eventually decided to make her a Kasai (fire) Kitsune, because it fits the most thematically.

So... Valerie struggles with anger issues. It’s fire powers as a metaphor for anger. Nothing super original there Valerie is Zuko, but I really love that concept so fuck you. I also made her fire blue which is just objectively very cool.

This is something I hinted on very early in a way that I actually think is pretty clever and I’m proud of. What I did was not only describe Valerie’s constant glares thrown Stiles’ way as “fiery” and “heated” but add this description in Part 10:

Valerie’s eye color was hard to explain to someone who hasn’t seen them. They’re blue, would be the simple way to describe them, but they’re so much more than that. The normal ways one would describe blue eyes: icy blue, lightning blue and so on, just didn’t apply to her. Because Valerie’s eyes weren’t cold. Despite the color, they possessed a sort of warmness to them that was hard to describe. Looking into her eyes almost felt like looking into blue fire.

Then, in Part 13, this happens:

Then, the last thing I expected to happen, happened. Valerie flinched and instinctively put her hands up. Blue flames shot out of her hands, hitting Isaac in the chest with such force that he was sent tumbling to the ground. [...] A sense of power radiated from her — as though she was giving off burning heat, and as she looked up and scanned our faces, I could finally see her eyes, which were glowing, actual blue flames dancing in them.

Ashley Benson is also the perfect face claim for her character simply because of those baby blues. (Just found out you’ve seen PLL, which must make this a little weird. Valerie and Hanna are pretty different.)

(forgot to save the link to og post oops)

But back on topic: Valerie has anger issues. Why?

Well, it all stems from her abusive father. She has just always had so much anger directed towards her father that she can’t take out on him, for... obvious reasons, so instead she bottles it up, and takes it out on others and herself (mostly Stiles though, that's the underlying psychological issue I was talking about earlier).

Now, half-kitsunes have their powers “activate” around 16 years of age, which is about when the story takes place, and this is really how Valerie is forced to confront her anger issues. Cause suddenly she can firebend but she can’t control it, and it seems to always come out when she’s angry.

I blinked, as if coming out of a daze. I had not meant to do that, and the fact that I did could only mean one thing. My powers were getting stronger, and I had no idea how to control them. God, I did not need this right now. I had too much going on already. I couldn’t risk accidentally revealing myself, or worse — hurting someone I cared about. At least they only seemed to be coming out when I was angry, which was… all the time.

She tries to suppress it at first, which, surprise surprise, doesn’t work. It’s only later, through the help of Stiles anchoring her and Scott inspiring her, that she stops suppressing it, and only when she learns to embrace the anger, and see fire not as something destructive and bad, but as something beautiful and lively, that she learns to control it cause anger can be good sometimes actually.

Enemies to Friends to Lovers

"So," said dad, who was now standing in the doorway, "are you guys friends now?" "No." "Do you still hate each other?" "No."

23 parts Later...

“So... are you friends now?” My eyes were still trained on the spot where Valerie disappeared as I nodded, a small smile pulling at my lips. “Yeah.”

I often bring this up when I’m trying to communicate how evil writers can be: Stiles and Valerie needed something to really bond over. I had already figured out a change in circumstances that would force them together, but I needed something more. Something that would really bond them. Something where they could get something out of their relationship that they can’t get with anyone else.

So, the thing is... Stiles’ mom is dead. It’s a very important part of his character and the circumstances of her death, like, solely affect how he views the world and himself. So in my genius writing brain, I was like, “I know, I’ll just kill Valerie’s mom and they’ll have something to bond over. Problem solved!”

So yeah... Valerie’s mom dies. It’s unclear just how long she’s been sick, but she is at the start of the fic, and she dies in Part 15 or find out that she’s going to die, she dies off page and it’s confirmed that she’s gone either part 18 or 19 which is about a year later.

At this point, they got to a place where they’ve made up at least, but Valerie discovers her powers and she doesn’t know what they are and she’s afraid and in denial, so she starts avoiding Stiles. Then he does something that pisses her off, understandably (he was just trying to help her, but from her perspective it looked real bad™).

Then Stiles finds/runs into her in the hospital just when she’s gotten the news that her mom is gonna die. Here are some highlights from that scene:

“Val.” My voice was quiet and a bit hoarse, but she heard me. She turned abruptly at the sound of my voice. She could tell by my expression that I knew, and just like that, her entire facade fell. She knew she couldn’t keep this from me. She knew I could see through her. She knew I knew how it felt. Tears brimmed her eyes and she sniveled. I recognized what she meant and opened my arms. It was then she allowed herself to fall apart.

“When does it stop?” She didn’t have to specify what she meant. “It doesn’t,” I said honestly. “Then how do you do it?” Her voice was clearer now, as she lifted her head from my shoulder, but that only made it worse. Because now I could hear the helpless desperation in it clearer than ever. “How do you still get up in the mornings? How do you stay alive?” That certainly was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? It’s weird to think about, I lost my mom years ago, and yet no one had asked me that. I knew sugar coating this wasn’t what Valerie deserved. I had to be honest with her. Like I wished someone was with me. “I don’t know. You just have to do it. There’s no moving on. Some things you can’t move on from. They’re not a part of the past, they’re a part of you. But you can move forward. That’s all you can do.”

The silence was finally broken by Valerie once again. “I’m still mad at you,” she whispered. Contrary to her words, she gripped onto me even tighter. I sighed. “I know.”

👏 THIS 👏 IS 👏 THE 👏 VALERIE 👏 THESIS 👏 RIGHT 👏 HERE 👏

THIS IS WHAT SHE’S ABOUT! If I had to be brief about her this is the moment I would talk about. Valerie’s all about words vs. action, which I know you love. She says that she’s still mad at him in an attempt to push him away, to diminish the level of intimacy their relationship has now reached, to try and tell Stiles that she doesn't care about him. This of course isn’t true. She does care about him. So much! And more immediate to this situation: she needs him. And no matter how much she doesn’t wanna admit it or let it show... her actions speak her true feelings.

And all this, all this, Stiles knows, and that’s the worst part of it for her! He sees through her no matter how much she tries to push him away. Valerie desperately craves intimacy, but she’s terrified of opening up, which is why Stiles is such a conundrum for her. Cause on one hand she hates it, she hates it so much that he sees through her. But on the other hand... it feels good to be seen.

She reflects upon this herself in this scene this is really long I’m sorry:

(Background info: Stiles is possessed by the Nogitsune and they’ve teamed up to find him, and Valerie is with Stiles’ dad looking in the hospital)

“I’ve noticed you’re not really one for words, but Scott’s told me all you’ve done for Stiles lately,” he said gently. Oh no, please go back to just looking. Talking is much worse. Please go back to just looking. “I don’t really understand your relationship — like, at all — but I can’t thank you enough for what you’re doing for him.” I shrugged. “The guy owes me. I can’t let him go out until he pays me back.” It was a terribly cruel thing to say to a man facing losing his only son, and I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth — but I couldn’t imagine responding any other way. Maybe the Sheriff didn’t take that much offence, though. My voice didn’t hold as much snark as I intended, and my soft volume took away from the blow. “You may act like you don’t care,” he said, finally looking away from me with a shake of his head, “but you wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.” I took a deep breath. “He’s an innocent person possessed by an evil nogitsune. People are dying. Of course I care.” Stilinski’s eyes returned to me. “But it’s more than that, though.” That one I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to. It was true. We both knew it. I was a fox. A trickster. Always have been, always will be. I tricked. I cheated. I lied. I pretended. And Stiles was the only one who saw through it. It was frustrating. None of my tricks worked on him. When I wanted him to think one thing, he didn’t. He always knew the truth. But as much as it frustrated me, I couldn’t lose it. As annoying as it was, it was also relieving to finally have someone see the real me. For so long I was the only one who knew who she really was. Then he changed that. It’s nice to have someone I don’t have to pretend around, because lately, I’ve sort of given up on pretending in front of him. I had to save him. Not just because he was innocent, or because people were dying — but because I needed him. I didn’t care how selfish it sounded. It was the truth.

Stalerie also has a lot of similarities to Dair (which I know you’re passionate about) and not just because I stole the trope of Character A always refers to Character B with their last name until a critical moment when it changes from them. But it’s a great addition to Bittersweet, because it adds another layer to Valerie’s character, sort of an extension of what’s above.

In the beginning it makes sense for Valerie to refer to Stiles by his last name (including the mocking version of it) because... they’re enemies. They hate each other, so they’re definitely not on a first name basis.

But that quickly starts to change. Pretty much from like, Part 5 I believe (?), Stiles starts referring to Valerie by her first name, because he (despite his being a cynical character) is an open book who wears his heart on his sleeve. He cares about Valerie now, that’s just a fact and he’s not trying to hide it, so of course he’s gonna quit calling her by her last name.

Valerie is another story, though. That she keeps calling him Stilinski is very much a conscious decision of hers, a decision that after a while starts bordering on childish. We see when scenes are written from her perspective that she calls him Stiles in her head, but out loud she keeps saying Stilinski. After a while it was even hard to write because it just felt so unnatural. But that’s the point! It is unnatural! It’s actually crazy for her to keep exclusively calling him by his last name when they’ve reached such a deep level of intimacy, but she’s just that terrified of admitting the fact that they’re friends and that he’s important to her! She’s so dumb but I love her.

Of course, it’s not until she actually thought he DIED for a hot sec when she finally slips up, and after that lets him in completely. It’s also a real cute moment that I really love first she shouts it when he collapses, then he wakes up and this happens:

My vision cleared and I saw my friends crouched down around me, Valerie and Scott crouched just by my head. Deep sighs of relief escaped them all as they saw me wake up. I furrowed my brows in confusion before realization washed over me. “Oh god, I fainted didn’t I?” Valerie let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah, you did, Stiles.” My brows furrowed again at that. Valerie frowned when she noticed it. “What is it?” she asked. “You just said my name,” I said softly, the ghost of a small smile pulling at my lips. Valerie leaned back slightly, breaking eye-contact with me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was blushing. “Don’t get used to it, Bilinski.” I think I actually smiled at that.

AAAAAAAHHHHHHH

Okay, and like, after this (where they defeated the bad guy) Valerie goes to Stiles’ house and apologises for everything she’s done to him (which I think is a scene sorely lacking in a lot of Enemies to Lovers stories) and I can’t add highlights of that here because I’d just end up copy and pasting the entire scene. But like, that’s where they officially become friends (the 23 parts later bit at the top) and I think it’s a crucial part of their journey. They really needed to just be good friends first before they got together.

It would also be very out of character for Valerie to admit her feelings for him at this stage. She just learned to admit that she cares about him, she’s not gonna be like, “oh hey I’m in love with you.” Her entire arc during the 4th Season is just learning that it’s okay to verbalise her feelings (that and the anger thing).

Here’s Valerie’s reflection on that:

With Michael I had always known deep down that we were doomed from the start. Our breakup was inevitable, we were built to soar high and fall hard. Always meant to be a tragedy, not a love story. But with Stiles... I felt like I could actually build something substantial. Something long-lasting. Something loving. I saw a future with him in a way I never had with anyone before. And it fucking terrified me.

I could go into a lot of detail about what happens plot-wise with Stiles and Valerie during this arc, but I’m honestly too tired to. One central theme when it comes to Valerie here though is that she keeps wanting to express her feelings, but she can’t do it with words so she tries through action instead (she kisses him several times), hoping that Stiles will take the next step and verbalise everything.

The flaw in that plan, though, is that Stiles is a fucking anxious over-thinking idiot who doesn’t know what she wants. He’s also just... irrationally terrified of rejection. So even though he does know that Valerie likes him too, cause every sign points to it, there’s still that one part of him that’s like “I don’t have 100% proof though, since she hasn’t actually said anything. I mean, she kissed me because she thought I was gonna die, it was a heat of the moment thing, maybe she feels different now.” which is just a terrible combination with Valerie’s fear of worded intimacy, like...

Scott tries to knock some sense into him, though:

Scott: Dude! She kissed you! It’s pretty obvious what to do from here. Just ask her out. Stiles: Well, I was going to do that the other day but… Scott: But you chickened out. Stiles: What? No, I didn’t chicken out, Scott. How dare you even– okay, fine, I chickened out.

But in the end Valerie still has to make all the first moves. It’s embarrassing for Stiles, it really is.

I didn’t get into it now, but Valerie’s friendship with Lydia is something very special and complex and dear to me, and I’d think you'd really like it too, since it has that “friendship that often overlaps with (society's idea of) romance and therefore defies each and every social norm describing what friendship is and how it manifests and what it should mean” vibe.

Also I couldn’t fit this in, but Valerie is pansexual and she had a crush on Lydia before she met Michael and was crushing hard on Erica as well. Okay.

#jo tag #bittersweet #valerie thomas #stalerie #mal answers

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domesticated-feral · 3 years ago

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Entering another dimension via the power of insomnia that has kept me up for 24 hours, 25 minutes and counting just so I can switch between writing fics and trying to make an edit of void stiles.

#feral says things #will put an update on this if i remember #i also have been calling myself diego for the past few hours #diego as in dora's cousin diego #i have reached my limit goodnight

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welcome-to-the-gay-bar · 4 years ago

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So I we started to watch Attack on Titan again after many years and I’ve just finished season two and before starting season three I wanted to take a trip down memory lane and look at all my old favourite AOT fan fictions from 2014 (and see what’s popular nowadays that I may have missed, since wow, a lot has changed since I was last present in this fandom and compared to what’s happening in the current episodes season one was tame).

I’ve noticed a huge divide between fanon and canon and I kinda wanted to ruminate on this a bit.

Eren’s character in the show isn’t my favourite. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still fond of this brash idiot, but he’ll never be my favourite. He falls into this shonen protagonist trope of being hot headed and ill tempered. He doesn’t take advice, he’s not going to listen to plans or authority, he always thinks he’s right and only follows his moral compass, and to tie it all up he’s not even that strong. He can’t back up the threats that he’s laying down and yet he always rushes into situations with fists flying and never thanks or appreciates the characters (Mikasa) that get him out of those tricky situations. The only way to get through to him is to physically beat him down and even then it may not work if he hadn’t already somewhat respected you (Mikasa again). This character type is seen so often in shonen and I’m really not a fan, I like the cool and calculating protagonist better. Someone who has the power behind their threats and doesn’t rush into situations. Again, I like Eren, but I think it’s the other characters in the show that balance him out and the plot itself that makes me like Attack on Titan.

Compare this to fanon where his default character is happy ray of sunshine who’s a little bit naive. It’s a rather jarring comparison but I also don’t necessarily dislike it either. To me canon and fanon characteristics are almost completely seperate. If I had to always think a d compare fan fiction to canon I probably couldn’t read it. I read about happy fanon Eren and see canon angry Eren and to me they are two completely different characters - two completely different people even. If I had to read fan fiction about canon Eren I can 1000000% say that I just wouldn’t. I couldn’t. I’d be totally bored. As I said before, I like Eren but it’s the people around him and the plot itself that makes him bearable. I can watch a show about him because it takes less time and emotional energy, but I couldn’t invest in reading a book about him (which is why I haven’t read the manga either).

This isn’t even exclusively towards Attack on Titan. Back in my Teen Wolf phase I noticed how different canon and fanon characters were. Small secret - I was knee deep in the Teen Wolf fandom before I realised that I hadn’t actually watched an episode of Teen Wolf. One of my mutual’s reblogged TW artwork that was linked to a story and from that I never looked back. When I actually did get around to watching TW I can honestly say I was more than a wee bit disillusioned. Derek and Stiles are obviously not the main characters and I was prepared for that, but then they barely interacted, and when they did interact it was nothing like what I had read about - nothing like what their fanon characters or interactions were like. I can honestly say that I never made it past the first season - the show just wasn’t for me - but I was still thoroughly invested in the fandom for another year or two.

Something about fanon Sterek dynamics just did it for me, their characters and relationship was just so on point for what I wanted, and this is kind of when I came to accept that canon and fanon can be so different that it almost feels as if it’s two pieces of completely different media. I mean, fanon has its own set of rules, it’s own character tropes and story arcs that even completely different authors with completely different stories somewhat instinctively know to follow. I think that’s amazing, but it’s also a double edged sword. See these first two examples were of shows that I A) never watched/finished before reading fan fiction, B) don’t necessarily love love the characters in canon. That means that fanon is more appealing because it takes something I don’t care too strongly for and changes it to something more appealing. But what about when fanon takes something I love and cherish and remoulds it?

I want to briefly take this time to talk about something I’ve dubbed “the twink affect”. When you take a character that’s originally strong willed, self sufficient, and somewhat masculine and you pair the, up with someone EVEN MORE strong willed, self sufficient, and masculine - the “Alpha male” of characters if you will. I find that fanon is incapable of seeing two strong men together in a relationship and will eventually slowly twinkify one of them. Make them smaller, softer, lonelier, less self sufficient and more reliant on others, they need to be taken care of, they’re now a ball of sunshine that’s radiant and joyful, they’re cotton candy that melts on your tongue. You put them next to the pairing you ship them with and instead of seeing two strong men you see a bear and a twink. That’s definitely what’s happened to the two characters/pairings mentioned before and I honestly didn’t mind because I wasn’t protective of the source material, but when it does happen to a character I love it’s the most frustrating thing in the world, and I can’t even complain because I’ve already reaped the benefits from other fandoms. (I am going to complain though, this is my blog and I can do what I want mum.)

I’m going to talk about Mo Dao Zu Shi. Beautiful story that I love in (almost) all its various adaptations, but I’ve noticed the ever slow changing of fanon’s Wei Wuxian. For anyone reading this that hasn’t read MDZS (or if anyone’s reading this at all, I am expecting to just be shouting into the void at this point) Wei Wuxian dies - not a spoiler, it happens at the very beginning of the story - and comes back to life in the body of Mo Xuanyu. Mo Xuanyu is small malnourished and twinky - he even canonically wears makeup (or at least has it in his possession, I’m getting the various adaptations confused and I can’t remember if in canon Wei Wuxian woke up in Mo Xuanyu’s body already wearing the makeup or if he just finds the tin of makeup in Mo Xuanyu’s possessions). Wei Wuxian’s character is also a bit of a tease, and now he’s alive and unburdened by the past he’s much freer now than he was in the past, couple that with the fact that he’s pretending to be Mo Xuanyu (a character who is rumoured to be gay and also a bit insane) he goes all out in pretending to be a shameless flirt, and it’s honestly hilarious, I love his character. So in a sense he has all the makings of a canon twink and I’m really not here to shame on those who portray him that way while he’s in Mo Xuanyu’s body.

My personal issue is with the same extreme twink portrayal while he’s in his original body. In his original body Wei Wuxian is BUFF. He’s hunky, he’s in the top five most eligible bachelors, he’s *car honks* woof woof bark bark *whistles* puurrrr, he’s one of the most powerful cultivators of his generation, he’s a genius too. He’s hunky. He still has the cheeky shameless character, but when you compare him to the male lead Lan Wangji, they’re about the same size and strength. My favourite type of fan fiction in MDZS is fix it/everybody lives nobody dies/no war/etc etc. Basically stories where Wei Wuxian keeps his original body. The fanon twink portrayal of him being so small and soft and weak while in canon he’s one of the strongest and smartest urks me in ways I can’t explain. It’s not what I want, not what I’m looking for. I love him for who he is in canon and to see his character so distorted by fans of the original work is frustrating. I just want to read about Wei Wuxian as a jock with his equally buff and tall nerd boyfriend.

I want to pause here and say that I have nothing against authors that write him in a twinky way, I respect your work and your characters (and as I said before I’ve reaped the benefits of other fandoms twinky character portrayals numerous times), if I read a fic that I’m not happy with the characterisation I just close the tab and move on so absolutely no hate to anyone who enjoys this character type. I’m just ruminating on the fact that I’ve been seeing it happen more and more often lately to the point where I’ve kind of bounced the fandom and am sticking to other works like Scum Villain that haven’t yet twinkified too much (there will always be one or two stories in every fandom that twinkify and honestly? I respect that. Authors said twink rights ONLY, good for them).

Mo Dao Zu Shi isn’t the only fandom I’ve been in that I’ve negatively reacted to fanon. Another one would be Batman (I love Tim with all my heart and I love him getting treated nicely but damn I sometimes wish people would remember how freaking strong and amazing he is too), 2Ha is another I’ve started to see “twinkified” (although I don’t mind seeing Chu Wanning being soft and taken care of, he is canonically called handsome and masculine and he’s quite tall too), I’ve even seen the canonically “top” character (and that seems so weird to write oml) be twinkified by fandom because they want to see him get bottomed for ~equal rights~ because apparently bottoming is seen as a “woman’s position” to them and they’re trying to be woke by switching the sexual positions up but failing to see how misogynistic and homophobic that take is (imma stop myself here because that a WHOLE ‘nother can or worms to be opened right there).

What I’m trying to say is fanon is a double edged sword and I’ve definitely enjoyed some and hated some. I think it’s important to seperate the two. I do think it’s annoying for fandoms to be flooded with mischaracterisation when you actually do like the original characters and I wish there was some way to seperate fandom into “actual canon fans” and “fans of fanon”, but I don’t have a solution and I’ve definitely contributed to the problem in the past so for that I’m sorry.

I don’t know how to end this long ass rant, I don’t know what the goal was in writing this, but taadaa ~ here’s my exceptionally long take on fanon.

#rant #I don’t know if I should tag the fandoms mentioned in case I wake a sleeping bear #but I’m going to do it anyway in case someone has the tags muted #mdzs #aot fanfiction #AOT #mo dao zu shi #fanon #ao3 #attack on titan #ereri #wei wuxian

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the-cookie-of-doom · 4 years ago

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Am I late to the ask train? Eh, I’ll do it anyways.

What’s a headcanon, about any character, that you don’t really know how it formed? And, if you ever want to talk about that Buzzfeed Unsolved au I see now looking back at the au post, that’d be cool. I’ve seen the same au done so many different ways, and it’s always so interesting. Or one of the more recent projects, if that’d be easier to remember! Hope you have a better night, I’m sorry about your aunt.

Nope, you’re not late. In fact you’re the first and only person on that train 😅

I love the BFU AU! It’s a very sweet one, that actually somewhat spawned out of my Conspiracy AU. Ahh, now that was a fun time... So many silly ideas came out of that era...

As the name would suggest, Mitch and Stiles are a ghost-hunting duo. Stiles is the believer, and Mitch is the skeptic. He has a pretty love-hate relationship with his job; on the one hand, he’s a fucking ghost hunter, now, please end him. On the other hand, he essentially gets paid to travel and talk shit? So it pretty much equals out...

I switched up the dynamic a little bit from BFU, where instead of Stiles doing all the research/presentation of their different cases, they split it up: Stiles does the supernatural side of their show, and Mitch does the True Crime side. And that’s when their fans realize that Mitch is actually just as batshit as Stiles, because he loves conspiracy theories and true crime. 100% believes in aliens, etc.

Mitch has also had a few Incidences through his life, including one with the Bermuda Triangle, after Uncle Hurley the Pilot took him out flying for his 14th birthday. Mitch also has some fun tattoos! Including: a nosediving plane down the back of his beck/between his shoulder blades, with a stylized background including a triangle (I have such a clear idea for this tattoo, one day I’ll actually draw it), some Moth symbolism on his left hip, as a tribute to his home state/beloved cryptid Mothman, and some others I can’t remember rn. He also has his belly button pierced just for fun.

The main Plot always imagined for if I ever wrote something, was when Stiles finds out that Mitch’s grandma’s house is apparently ~haunted~. he loses his shit and wants to investigate immediately, which is of course why Mitch never brought it up. But they end up going, (”Terrorizing old women, that’s what we’ve come to now.”), and Stiles loves her immediately, because she’s this deeply superstitious Catholic lady who teaches him how to bless his own holy water. She thinks Stiles is adorable, and always watches the show.

She also heavily implies that a little... extra sense... runs through their family.

And the thing is. The thing is. Mitch has always been a little.... too... perceptive... during their hunts. He’ll mention things he shouldn’t know, and when Stiles calls him out on it, he’ll defend himself by saying oh, he was just paying attention to the tour guide earlier, she must have mentioned it. Or he was reading tourist brochures on the trip over. Something completely mundane.

So Stiles has been convinced Mitch was a psychic from the beginning, and Mitch has denied it at very turn because he’s stubborn. (But he really is psychic, and Stiles will never not be frustrated by it.)

Then at some point, when they go to investigate a demon house, Stiles ends up possessed by Void, which you can see in that post that I finally found! (And god, this AU is over a year old...)

what else what else what else...

Ofc fans ship them, and they’ve actually been together for kind of a while, they were just never public on the show. Mitch is a pretty private person. But once the cameras go off, Stiles is slithering into Mitch’s sleeping bag for cuddles when they do their overnight stays in the Demon Houses. Mitch thinks it’s v cute. It makes up for how much of a jackass he feels like for talking to empty air during his solo filming.

All in all, a v cute, fun little AU, lowkey inspired by my Conspiracy AU! I like to think of it as not directly related, but def a spinoff of it :3

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kitkatwinchester · 1 year ago

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*SCREAMS*

I'm, like, tearing up so freaking much, and I'm so upset, and so scared, and I hate all of this so much.

Everyone turning on each other is going to be the death of me.

Chris and Derek had such a good partnership going, and now Derek is attacking Chris and I don't like that at all.

I'm glad nothing happened to Danny, but I'm not particularly fond of Isaac and Ethan and Aiden all fighting each other, either.

The thing that sucks about all of this is that the Nogitsune is really just praying on the anger that these people already feel for each other and omitting any of the attempt at forgiveness or empathy that they've done up to this point and I hate that. It's just like when Dr. Ellicott takes over Sam's mind in the Asylum episode of Supernatural. Like, somewhere inside them, they mean the stuff they're saying, because the feelings and the emotions are real, but it's stuff that they've been burying or looking past in order to move on and forgive as much as they can given the circumstances.

Like, Isaac has never trusted the twins, and he clearly never forgave them for Erica and Boyd, as we can see in this episode. But he was willing to give them a second chance because they'd helped and they'd saved people's lives and Scott wanted to give them a second chance. But he never fully forgave them, and with that angry side of him being brought out, he's back to hating them again.

Same idea between Ethan and Aiden. They've always had contradicting opinions on the best way to handle things, and they've always had their little fights and scuffles about who to side with and how aggressive to be in varying situations. The Nogitsune brings that anger out, and they're ready to tear each other apart, and I HATE that.

And then there's Derek, who has such bad blood and history with the hunters, but was willing to put aside all of that and forgive them because he knows that Allison and Chris were never truly the bad ones, and they've since grown and learned and ultimately need each other to help fight the bigger evils out there. But remind him that Chris is tied to the people that murdered his entire family, and he's ready to rip out his throat again.

I just hate it so much.

And then there's everything with Void Stiles.

Once again, Dylan's acting is through the ROOF. I mean, that scene with Melissa?? Dude. He does those little movements so well, and even with not being able to move his body, he does and says so much with his facial expressions, and it's amazing to watch those switches from Void Stiles to Void Stiles pretending to be Real Stiles only to go RIGHT BACK to Void Stiles.

And god, Melissa trying so hard to take care of Stiles, and so hopeful for that split second, and then the anger on her face when she puts the duct tape back on, but there's also so much hurt and worry hidden behind it because she can only imagine how much Stiles is suffering and I just...

And then Scott and Lydia, so desperate to save him, willing to try anything, but so scared to hurt him. I mean, Scott as he's talking about turning him into a werewolf, and how he's worried he'll do it wrong and just wind up killing him. And then the fact that he's literally like "what if he doesn't even want it?" is just, like...GOD. And then Lydia desperately pointing out that it could be the thing that saves his life, and Scott with that defeated look because he knows she's right, but he doesn't know if it's the right call, and Deaton just keeps reminding them that they're running out of time, and Scott is just so scared and so worried and so desperate and HE JUST WANTS HIS BEST FRIEND BACK GOSH DARNAT!!

And then Lydia, in all of her smarts and own desperation, being the one that suggests Peter, and making whatever deal with him she had to make with him in order to save Stiles, because it's STILES, and she would do anything to save him. (Also, as an aside, I still f*cking love Peter, and as much as we will never fully trust him, because why would we, the "When are you people gonna start trusting me?" "I meant him." "Oh." was absolutely amazing and I loved it. XD)

God I feel like this little mind-scape adventure is gonna hurt so much and hit me so hard, but I really freaking hope it works, because if there's anybody that can pull Stiles back and bring him home, it's f*cking Scott and Lydia, because they love him so much, and they would never give up on him, and love conquers all gosh darnat.

Okay. Let me grab my tissues, and let's f*cking go.

Gifs of Dylan being amazing with his switch to Void Stiles again because we have to.

(God Dylan seriously HOW?! You're so freaking amazing I swear to god. <3 <3)

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sourwolfstories · 5 years ago

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Hi hi, may I humbly ask for your fav Stiles' POV fics?

Here you go! These are some of my favorite pov stiles fics, in no particular order. Hope you enjoy!

The Company I Keep by secondstar

Stiles has a favorite table at the library. Then some asshole comes along and steals it from him.

Every Step You Take by Nokomis

Stiles accidentally ends up magically bound to Derek. It’s super.

Occam’s Razor by MissAnnThropic

When Stiles goes to sleep, he’s a junior in high school. He wakes up in a world where he’s twenty-four and married to Derek Hale. Stiles just can’t seem to catch a break.

The Right Number by kyaticlikestea

When Stiles Stilinski's phone gets switched at the gym, he really just wants it back. The last thing he's expecting is to fall hopelessly in lust with the guy who's got his phone.

So, of course, that's exactly what happens.

No Homo by orphan_account

Stiles' sophomore year starts something like this:3 FourLokos+ 1 peer-pressuring cat- 1 best bro to end all best bros= 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads "str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic".Derek is the fool who replies.

No Refunds or Exchanges by badwolfbadwolf

Stiles is the newest deputy in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, and has maybe just been a little in love with Derek Hale since Stiles had made a fool of himself in front of him at the SD summer picnic a few years ago. Being married to him—only for the sake of not getting deported—is going to suck in new and unusual ways.

To Feel Your Heart as It’s Keeping Mine by Vendelin

Stiles and Derek have been dating for four months, when Derek gets in an accident and loses all his memories from the past year and a half. Now, he’s once again the Derek Stiles used to despise, and even worse, Derek thinks that he still hates Stiles’ guts.

Kaleidoscope by Vendelin

Stiles spends a year before college working at the all-night coffee shop in town. It's nice and quiet, until one dark and brooding Derek starts coming in every morning, ordering coffee so strong that it should not be fit for human consumption. Ever. Stiles tries not to be affected by the mystery guy, but it's not like anything else happens around here, so really, what did you expect? And when he's already in too deep, he realises he might even be in way over his head...

There is a Brotherhood by minusoneday

So far, college has taught Stiles three things:

1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.

2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.

3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.

Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale's fraternity.

A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse

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

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

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

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

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

487 by Finduilas

Two years after graduating from the Police Academy, Stiles decides to transfer to the Beacon Hills Police Department, where his father is Chief. But when he gets assigned his new partner, Stiles isn't so sure if the transfer was a good idea. Derek 'Officer Grumpy Cat' Hale isn't exactly his first choice of partner. Then again, Stiles really isn't Derek's first choice either.

Letters by ericaismeg

“Stiles, this is getting ridiculous. Can you please do something about it?” Lydia demands. “Do anything. I don’t care. Go up and kiss him, ask him to prom this year, write him secret admirer love letters, whatever. Just do something.”

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OR: The one where Lydia sets up an email account for Stiles to "confess his love" for Derek. And as fate would have it, they also end up becoming friends in person at the same time.

Your Vision Borrows Mine by hazyascent

Stiles has encountered a fair share of monsters before, way out of his league - the kinds that children are afraid are hiding in their closets and under the bed.

He’d even become one himself when he was void. The nogitsune was in his house, his body, and his mind.

But the worst monster he’s ever faced took even more from him and got away with it.

It’s why Stiles has never really been as terrified of werewolves and kanimas and darachs as he should have been. They’re really not that scary, relatively speaking, and he has a whole team on his side. They always found a way to win - until they lost someone they really loved.

Stiles doesn’t know how to be normal, not after everything he’s done and everyone he’s hurt. The nogitsune is gone, but another monster is on its heels.

His uncle is back. And Stiles has never felt more alone.

#answered #anonymous #sterek #sterek fic rec #sterek fanfic #sterek fanfiction #stiles pov #fic rec list

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princess-cordelias-writingblog · 5 years ago

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Your Dark Side Pt.5 (Void!Stiles xReader)

A/N: Cause I've been writing but not on this blog so I had to get something done here as well lmao also, not much happens on this chapter but hey, something it’s something, right?

Words: 1,667

Warnings: Abusive behavior and slight cursing, bit of nsfwig but no nudity. Angst.

Taglist:

@all-alone-he-turns-to-stone

Pt.4 // Pt.6

“How are we going to do that?” She looked over to Stiles, trying to get his attention, “Stiles! Hey!”

“We have to call him to us,” Scott mumbled, “but not like that, he won’t listen.”

She stepped forward, but as soon as that happened the lights went out and Y/N was now standing in a different room. Her living room.

And Stiles... He was kissing her.

She had this distant memory of him in danger, What was it? They were looking for Stiles, but he was here with her. Then he was fine, and she was fine.

“We should tell Scott you’re okay,” She mumbled in between kisses.

“For what?” He frowned slightly, grabbing her waist and pulling her tighter against his body, “it’s alright, he doesn’t need to know.”

“They were looking for you...”

“Who?” Stiles chuckled, “I think someone ate too much candy today...”

He guided her towards the couch, once there he pushed her and she fell harshly, with him on top of her body.

“Ouch! Easy there, that hurt,” She complained, already putting her arms around his neck.

“Sorry love,” Stiles smirked.

There was something about that, the way his eyes didn’t match his smile. But she didn’t get to think much about it, cause then he tilted his head and started kissing her neck.

“I’ve been dying to do this for a long time,” He moaned, Y/N felt his hands slowly move under her shirt, pulling it up, “your skin is so soft... so warm”

“Your hands are too cool,” She tried to push them away, “wait, Stiles! Stop, I think my mom is here”

“She’s not,” He replied, pushing her further into the couch.

“Stiles, wait, you’re too heavy let me move”

He didn’t reply, Y/N knew something was wrong.

How did they get here? Scott was looking for Stiles... but it was also looking for her. She’d run away with Stiles- no, with Void. She ran away with Void and he was feeding from her anger, and she was dying, but so was Stiles.

Then... Scott found them, and there was a fight... and a voice, Was that Isaac? He was calling her name, screaming something.

“This is not real,” She gasped, Stiles’ weight on top of her felt like thousands of stones piling one on top of the other and they never seemed to stop. She couldn’t breathe, and she couldn’t move, “you’re not Stiles. Stiles is dying.”

The boy raised his head, his smirk was more prominent now, completely evil. His eyes had dark circles under them and his lips were dry and pale.

“Yeah?” He asked harshly, grabbing her by the shoulders and pushing her down, “and what can you do about it? You’re useless. Look at you, weak, angry... human. You’ll be my dessert.”

“No!” She cried out, “let me go!”

With the energy she had left, she lifted her knee in between fake-Stiles’ legs. He hissed, but since it took him by surprise, he lifted his body from her, and it was all Y/N needed.

She pushed his body away and stood up, rushing over to the door.

“Where are you going, Y/N?” Stiles asked irritatedly, “WHERE ARE YOU GOING?”

Y/N didn’t stay to reply and pulled the door’s handle harshly, but instead of the usual view of her street, it open to a white, empty room.

She quickly remembered the room from moments before and wasted no time before looking for her friend.

“Scott?” She looked around, “Scott listen to my voice, it’s a trick!”

“Y/N!” Scott soon appeared from someplace on her right, “Are you okay?”

“How does a wolf call its pack?” She urged, realizing what had happened to her moments ago.

“What?”

“When they need the pack to come to them, how do they call them?” She insisted

“They... howl” He completed, suddenly understanding what she was trying to say.

Scott closed his eyes, and Y/N witnessed as he turned into his wolf self, she stayed still as Scott howled as hard as he could. Stiles looked at them immediately, dropping the game he was having with Void, and throwing the little stones to the ground.

Void growled and howled as loud as Scott had done. Y/N felt like part of her brain was also reacting to that, maybe from all the time she’d spent with him. She fainted, every light dying even before she could hit the ground.

Just as fast as she’d closed her eyes, she came back, this time in the real world, face against the gravel, and with blood coming out of both her nostrils.

“Did it work?” She heard Scott asking above her head, “Did it work?!”

“Wha was that?” She whimper, a hand moving to the back of her neck and feeling the claw marks dripping blood, “What did you do?”

“Y/N’s bleeding,” Said Isaac, “what happened, Scott?”

The sound of a car coming into a stop cut their talk for a moment, and Y/N heard the voices of several people: Deaton, Melissa, Lydia... Peter.

“What is he doing here?” You turned your head towards Stiles’ body, still to wake to get up. Scott and Isaac were there, holding him.

Then Stiles started to move frantically, trying to get up. He made gagging noises like he was about to throw up, and Scott moved away, this time grabbing Y/N and lifting her up form the ground.

Stiles kneeled and soon enough something that looked like old, ragged pieces of bandages started to come out from his mouth, the piece seemed infinite and it looked like it was causing Stiles a lot of pain.

“Help him!” Exclaimed Y/N, trying to move over to where he was.

“Stop! Y/N hold on!” Scott pushed even further away from your friend, standing in front of you so you’d look at him, “Stiles called us in the middle of the night telling us about how Void lied to you so you’d escape with him, he’s been feeding from you. Stiles was trying to avoid it so he called with the last bit of energy he had left, so we could find you, and this was supposed to happen, Stiles’ body is finally kicking Void out.”

“But he’s in pain,” You whimper, “look at him!”

“Scott!” Isaac screamed.

When her friend turned around they were able to see the scene unfolding before them.

Stiles was crawling away from the pile of bandages, coughing and trembling. As Scott moved away from her, Y/N took the opportunity to move closer to Stiles.

“What’s that?” Asked the boy.

“The Nogitsune,” replied Lydia, looking at the pile in disgust.

As soon as she said it, a hand appeared in the middle, surrounded by some dark mist, it was covered in the same type of bandages that Stiles had thrown up.

Stiles stretched out his hand and Y/N quickly took it, helping him to stand up. He put an arm around her shoulders to stabilize his body and she supported both of their weight as best as she could.

“It’s okay, you’ll be okay,” She whispered, her eyes fixed on the figure coming out of the grown, “we’ll be okay...”

The Nogitsune stood up and looked straight to where Y/N and Stiles were standing. He rushed over to them, and Y/N screamed, pulling Stiles away and accidentally crashing against the Jeep.

Scott jumped into action and with Peter’s help, they pushed the monster back to the ground, forcing him to kneel while he desperately tried to rip the bandages off his face.

“What is it trying to do?” Lydia asked in confusion.

“Y/N...” She heard Stiles whispering beside her in a hoarse voice, “you were right”

“What?”

Just one look to the “Nogitsune” face was enough to realize her mistake.

She was holding onto the wrong Stiles.

His grip became tighter as he opened his car’s door and pushed her inside.

“We’ll be just fine,” He grunted, slamming the door closed.

With a shocking velocity, he circled the car and opened the driver’s door, getting in and switched on the ignition.

“Don’t worry, dove” He smirked, “I’m upset, but I won’t punish you just yet. I still need a bit more of you”

“Scott!” Y/N screamed as her friends tried to open the car’s door and get her out of it, her fists were punching the window trying hard to break the glass and failing miserably, “Guys!”

The Jeep moved fast, almost running over Scott and Lydia, she heard the distant voice, one that she never thought could sound so different after spending all those days with Void.

“Y/N!” Stiles was throwing the remaining pieces of fabric to the ground as he ran after them, “Y/N!”

“Stiles!” She cried, turning on her seat and watching him through the back window, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

She didn’t know why she was so desperate to let him know that she regretted her decision, Y/N needed to let him know, this was not what she’d wanted, her only intentions were to keep him safe...

“Get back here,” Growled Void, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her back to her seat.

Y/N hissed, falling back against the dashboard. She turned and curled up on her place, Stiles screams haunting her until she couldn’t hear them anymore. Only the last thing he had said, one last sentence to Void, to let him know exactly how angry he was.

“I’ll kill you! I swear I’ll kill you!”

“Let’s see how that turns out,” Void chuckled, “and you?”

He looked over at Y/N, pressing his hand against the side of her neck.

“Enough with the crying, you’re giving me a headache”

He pressed, and again the numb feeling invade her chest, there was nothing.

Y/N fainted, the third one of the day, and this time she would not wake up for a long time.

#Danny's writing #void stiles fic #void stiles revolution #your dark side #teen wolf imagine #stiles x reader #void stiles x reader

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daughterofluthien · 4 years ago

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4, 11, 20, 24?

So we’re gonna mainly be focusing my new fic for this, b/c it just got published and dangit I wanna talk about it :P

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Okay, so this one actually ended up being more difficult than I expected? Mostly because I’ve been working on this fic for so goshdarn long that at some point I have both loved and hated pretty much every part of it lol.

sO instead we’re gonna take this a different direction, and highlight this bit:

(They’re seven and it’s Stiles’ hands on Scott’s shoulders because Scott’s dad just left, and Scott’s crying because he doesn’t know why, or if his dad’s ever coming back. They’re ten and the roles are reversed because Stiles’ mom has just died, and he does know why and she isn’t coming back. They’re sixteen, and the roles have switched again, because Scott’s filled with an aggression he doesn’t understand, desperately trying to keep the gold from flashing in his eyes.)

It’s not necessarily my favorite passage, or the bit that I think is the best written or anything, but it is the passage where I actually figured out what the main conceit of this fic was going to be -- specifically, the whole memories/flashback thing.

When I first started writing, I was mainly inspired by the fact that so much of the “I’ll do something” scene in Riddled is implicit rather explicit, but you can tell through the acting that both Scott and Stiles know exactly what they’re talking about. And like. I go absolutely feral over crap like that.

So the original concept was a No Nogitsune AU where Stiles gets the bite, but the whole thing is told without ever explicitly stating that -- an original potential title for this thing was actually “Unspoken”

(And this is actually kind of carried through to the final form of the fic, even though it isn’t the focus. ‘Werewolf/werewolves’ is only said twice in the whole thing, and then only in reference to Scott or to the species in general, and ‘the bite’ is only mentioned once. In fact, the bite itself technically even happens offscreen.)

But anywho, I didn’t have the flashback concept at all until I wrote this particular parenthetical. And I ended up liking it so much that it ended up being one of the main conceits of the fic. So, y’know. I’ll take it.

(And yes, that does mean that every flashback that shows up before this was part of a subsequent edit, and not originally present :P)

11. What do you envy in other writers?

This is gonna sound dumb, but how the heck do you people write just like. Normal scenes. I have a tendency to sink so deep into the mindset/head of my POV character that like... externally conceptualizing what’s actually happening sometimes makes zero sense? People are doing things?? Moving from one place to another?? How do I show that???

Basically anything that isn’t just an overly complicated character study seems fake to me, how do y’all do it :P

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

LOL. So uh. Literally a full 50% (if not more) of this fic is references and callbacks to things that happened previously in canon. But most of that is explicitly stated and therefore not that interesting. However, there’s also a few references/parallels to things that happen post-Riddled in canon:

For example, during the scene in the Stilinskis’ kitchen in the fic, Scott tells Stiles that he needs to be honest with him about how bad it’s getting. This is a sorta slant parallel to Insatiable, where -- during a similar patented Scott Crouch Moment -- Scott tells Stiles that he needs to tell him the truth about how much pain he’s in.

Another smaller example of this is the fact that in the fic Stiles remembers waking up post-bite with Scott’s jacket under his head, which also happens after Stiles faints at the end of The Divine Move.

OH, also, in this fic Scott bites Stiles on the right upper arm, which is the same place Scott bites the Nogitsune in The Divine Move. Plus, the bite happening concurrently w/ Stiles’ memory of Scott’s roar is kinda my version of the roar in De-Void.

Not that everything I just mentioned was explicitly planned to be a parallel, mind you. But I def leaned into it.

...Basically one of my favorites bits in au’s (whether we’re talking about fanfic au’s, retellings/reboots, and actual sci-fi alternate universe), is the concept that -- no matter how different things are or how the timeline’s been changed -- some things are going to remain the same. This was sorta my version of that.

24. Would you say your writing has changed over time?

Hell yes lol. Like seriously, if you compare my first-ever published fic to this one, there’s... kinda a world of difference.

At the very least I’ve learned not to abruptly jump between POV’s during a single section of a story :P

Ask me meta writer questions!

#today in carolyn writes way too friggin much...#thank u friend!!#ask meme #momentofmemory #teen wolf

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fandom-imagination-ss · 5 years ago

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Author note: WILL NOT LIE! DIDNT PROOF READ LOL !!

🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌

Warning: yes

Part 1

“Oh shit!”

Looking in the mirror, you leaned forward without your glasses you cant see shit. You noticed a pimple right between your eyebrows a Bright Red Dot! This was NOT your day. And it only started 20 mins ago.

Yesterday your last pair of good Jean’s fell victim too the dreaded chub rub curse. A nasty rip right in your inner thigh that ripped enough that your thick thighs now pushed out of them making it look like you exploded from fat. You tried too fix them but there is no fixing pants that fall victim too chub rub!

Which made you have too decided leggings or a dress too wear too school.. when you decided leggings with one of your longer baggier shirts too cover yourself you finally decided too get ready too leave. When you noticed the pimple.

��hurry up kid!”

Hearing your annoying brother stiles calling you too hurry up. You called back that you would walk too school. Something that you been doing a lot lately.

Stiles, Scott, Lydia , Alison, the veterinarian, Derek, Every damn person in your life basically have been lying too you for months almost a entire year. You only discovered the truth when your brothers body was taking over by a evil spirit.

The “void stiles” as everyone referred too him only talked too you once. Telling you things that you already knew about yourself.

Your face looked like it was cleaned by greasy pizza , your thick thighs could crush someone’s skull with how thick it is. And your chubby. With zero self confidence and always the last too know everything! You were not happy with how things were going. All that was a slap in a face too hear your brother your favorite person in the world too say out loud everything you hate about yourself but hearing him say the only reason he involved you the most was because you had little impact on the “pack" no one would care if you were gone or not. NOW That hurt!

You started putting on makeup too cover your new pimple (four this week alone) your entire allowance goes towards cleaners and make up. Knowing if you keep make up off the pimple too clear it off fast r didn’t help when you could live in a cleansing mask and still get pimples. Make up at least covered one of your flaws.!

Getting dress you tried hiding from mirrors as much as possible ! It only lead to trouble!!!

Walking downstairs seeing stiles was gone. Your dad was at work as you skipped breakfast. Going to school you were stopped by a black car it stopped in front of you at the cross stop. The window rolled down too see hottie Mr. Hottie Derek Hales. Who you now knew as Derek Hales a werewolf who is kind of a friend of Stiles. You only call him Mr. hottie in your head. Or to Allison who was your best friend until you discovered everyone was lying too you.

Derek was always nice too you, sure he was a Ass too everyone else but he was always kind too you. And he was the first person you ran too once discovering Everything about the supernatural problem in your town. Derek looked at you over his sunglasses.

“Get in.”

You walked too the passenger side and doing what he said. He slowly drove off. Driving in silence until you passed the school.

“We passed the school.”

“We aren’t going too school.”

He was clam as he stayed looking forward. If it was Anyone else you would be worried but you knew Derek was a good guy so you agreed. Plus you weren’t thrilled about presenting your story in English today.

He drove until he got too his old family house outside of town he pulled in and walked out. You followed as you asked .”okay I give up what the hell Derek?”

He turned too you as he spoke, “did you know we can smell emotions?”

That surprised you. Stiles barely informed you of anything. He and your dad and the pack decided you were too stay out of the supernatural life. Which everyone around d you was apart of.

“Seriously? I mean I figured you could smell when a girl was on her period but our emotions?” Derek chuckled softly as he spoke, “ yea don’t really love that part… y/n you been unhappy for months.. and since the whole Stiles thing you gotten worst.. whatever stiles said during that time. It wasn’t him. You have too know that.”

You rolled your shoulders walking over r sitting on the porch steps as Derek followed. “I know.. and the stuff he said.. most of it I know stiles doesn’t feel like that but. I don’t know I guess a part of it stuck.”

“What part?”

“that the only reason he didn’t bully or trick me was because I wasn’t important enough too be tormented. That out of everyone in my life. All my friends and my family.. only stiles at dad would miss me.. and he’s right.. I mean none of them were going too tell me about werewolves or banshees or anything! Alison rest her soul wouldn’t of told me about being a werewolf hunter. I’m nothing you know. And its- I’m done being nothing!”

Derek looked st you with heavy eyes. He hated hearing you say this. He reached over wrapping his arm around you. “I wanted too turn you the moment I saw you.”

Chuckling st that. You turned too Derek. Seeing the serious of his face you shifted weakly away . “you serious why? I’m not fit. Why would you want me in your pack?”

“my mom use too say we are more then our strengths. You are the most caring and strong headed person I know. Your heart is stronger then Scott’s or anyone in his pack. You would be amazing as a werewolf.”

You breathed heavily feeling your heart pound faster. He reached over grabbing your arm softly. “All your insecurities would go away? You would be faster, stronger you wouldn’t need assurance from anyone. I would make sure too keep you at bay. And too tell you daily how unbelievably beautiful you are inside and out”

Biting your bottom lip looking down at his hand holding your arm softly. Stiles would kill you for this. But your mind wasn’t on stiles or your dad or all the reasons too not being a werewolf was a blessing. You didn’t have too worry about the full moon. Or wolfing out when you were angry . “will it all go away? The thoughts the negativity?”

“yes. But you could die.. there’s a 50/ 50 chance.. but I feel like your already at the tipping point of not caring.”

You nodded your head. “your right… so. Bit me Derek.”

The moment he heard yes. Derek pulled you onto his lap. As he caresses your face. It startled you he didn’t care about how heavy you were. Derek moved you hair from you face sliding your shirt over your shoulder. He reached he’s fingers over your neck slowly tracing it too your shoulder before he leaned over and bite you. It caused you too Yelp slightly at the pain.

After that Derek got you a band aid and said too keep it hidden until it healed. If it took it would take a day. If it didn’t you be dead by morning.

Needless too say you didn’t pay much attention in school. After school Scott caught up too you and grabbed your sleeve pulling it down you screamed too let go as stiles appeared shoving Scott away from you.

“What the fuck Scott!”

Stiles snapped shoving his best friend hard. You quickly fixed your sleeve as he spoke, “Y/N smells of blood and Derek!”

That got your brother your twin brother who was only older then you by seven minutes too look at you . “Y/N what did that fucker do?”

Staring at the two boys you rolled your eyes before showing them yourself. Stiles snarled walking over pulling the band aid off seeing your bite was healing. Scott joined Stiles as he spoke, “ I’m going too kill him.”

Looking at your brother and Scott. He was tense. Clenching his fist. He stared at your wound. Stiles was speechless. Seeing the boys tensed. You couldn’t help but wonder if Scott could smell it. Your relief. He caught your glance. “you.. you asked him too do this didn’t you?”

You simply nodded your head. “ yes.”

Stiles stormed off too his jeep as he sped off. Scott ran off after Stiles too protect him from Derek.

Six months later

After your transformation. Scott asked you too join his pack officially. You sat at Derek’s porch. When Scott tried to convince you too join. Derek was leaning against the door listening in. You stared at Scott slowly standing up. “so.. I wasn’t before in the pack?”

That caught Scott by surprised. He was speechless. Your dad was furious about you willingly being changed. Saying it was reckless and stupid. Stiles agreed. But everything was different now. The “pack" were now forced too knowledge you weren’t just stiles little sister.

Any silver of hope Scott had too convince you to switch packs. Was muted when you caught up with Scott and stiles that day. You caught Scott slamming Derek against the wall screaming that you weren’t strong enough too be wolf. But boy was he wrong!

After the bite took affect your skin cleared. You started losing weight and even your hair was shinier and your mind cleared. No longer filled with bitterness or doubt. You finally realized your worth. Your dad even agreed. Being a werewolf was becoming of you .

“your kidding right??”

Scott sighed heavily rubbing his face. “ I’ve known since kindergarten. Y/N"

Slowly standing up too your feet. Scott looked at you with his big brown eyes.

“I have a pack. I trust Derek, he’s the one whom helped me adjust, helped me when I was struggling with everything. Derek is the one who took me too the mall and helped me buy new cloths! His the one who cared! You only want me because of stiles… good bye Scott .”

Scott left defected, Derek walked over too you squeezing your shoulders. When Scott left you turned too Derek as he got you too run too practice your breathing. You were happy with your new life.

#derek hales imagine #derek hale imagine #derek hale #stiles stilinski imagines #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #scott mccall imagine #teen wof #teen wolf imagine #TW #TW imagine #fandom imagine #imagine

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imaginesandsmut · 5 years ago

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He Wishes He Was With You Pt.2

Words: 1726

Pairing: Stiles x reader

Warnings: Little bit of some steamy action. cutie stiles.

Writers Note: this is a part 2. hope y'all enjoy it! xoxo

“Do you remember everything?.....The time when Void came to my house? Do you remember anything from that moment?”

“Yes, I do”.

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When Stiles Stilinski first saw Y/N Y/L, he was in love. Yes, he was in kindergarten at the time but it still counts. Her little piggy tails and bright yellow dress captured his eye but when the kindergarten bully stole the big firetruck from Stiles and Y/N stole it back for him, he knew that she was going to be his future wife.

Stiles didn’t know how to control his emotions though. His mum told him to try and talk to her but when she cried because he screamed ‘hello’ at her face in the morning, he tried taking a different approach. His dad said to give her flowers but Y/N defiantly did not appreciate the mud that dripped from the flowers on her new shirt. So, of course, the only way he could show his love for her was by throwing a basketball at her head.

This then caused her to hate him for months on end until her birthday when he gave her a giant remote control dinosaur because he discovered her love for dinosaurs.

Scott always knew how the two felt about each other, he worked out by watching the two. He noticed that Stiles was projecting his supressed emotions towards Y/N onto Lydia, and how Y/N just stared at Stiles in every class they had together.

When Void took over, Stiles was trapped. It was like he was a character in a video game, he was making the movements and interactions but it wasn’t willingly, he was being controlled. When Void snuck into Y/N’s house, Stiles was doing everything in his power to gain some control and turn the ship around. He screamed and yelled to try and make Void get annoyed and leave but it only encouraged him further. When Void kissed Y/N, Stiles wanted to kill him. Stiles never really felt pure anger until that moment and that obviously made Void want to take it further. Thank god she pushed away cause he couldn’t handle the fact that he’s kissing you but it wasn’t purely him. His anger was also the reason why Void walked away, because Void had all the jealousy, anger, greed and hatred he needed to power himself.

So now here they were, sitting in Stiles’ car in silence, staring straight ahead. Not one of them knew what to say, or how to convey what they were feeling. Stiles wanted to tell Y/N he loves her but what if she didn’t feel the same and was actually uncomfortable about everything that happened when Void came.

“And?” Y/N spoke up.

“Are you okay? With everything that happened? I’m so sorry he….that I…. hurt you” Stiles wanted to make sure she was okay, that she wasn’t hurt. Stiles always checked to make sure Y/N was okay, he couldn’t live with himself if he caused her harm.

Y/N turned to face Stiles, causing him to look at her too. God, she is beautiful.

“Stiles, that wasn’t you. You would never hurt our friends like that. I know that the Stiles I met in kindergarten would never hurt me like that,” Y/N looked down at her hands and spoke in a softer voice, “it was just hard, knowing he was lying about what he was saying. It was confusing.”

Now it was time for Stiles to ask questions.

“What do you mean ‘it was hard, knowing he was lying’?”

“well, you know,” she looked up at him, trying to get him to understand without saying it. “like….come on.” She laughed a little out of uncomfortableness.

“You think he was lying about what he was saying?” Stiles sounded shocked.

“Yeah.”

“Y/N, why would he lie? Everything he said was to gauge an emotion from the both of us. I tried so hard to keep every memory and feeling I have of you away from him, just so he couldn’t hurt you. Spending days not being able to think of you so I could keep you safe was basically torture, Y/N. And, of course he was gonna dig deep and tell you that I love you. Cause I do and that is the strongest emotion I have within me, my love for you”

Silence.

Stiles widened his eyes at the outburst and what he said. Y/N mirrored his actions and sat back in her seat, looking straight ahead again.

“ugh fuck.” Stiles leaned back in the seat and rubbed his face.

“So, you love me?” Y/N asked as if he never even said it.

“It’s hard for me to even comprehend how much I love you, Y/N. I don’t even know how to express it or what to do, that’s probably why I kept it to myself for a long time. And because I didn’t want to lose my connection with you.”

“well, now you can try and express it because I love you too.” She giggled, trying to make the tension lighter.

Stiles’ heart was beating hard and fast. Should he kiss her? Should he walk her back inside and give her the day to recover? Should they go on a date right now?

Stiles decided to take a different approach and slowly crept his hand from its place on his lap and rested on Y/N’s knee. Her breath hitched and she settled down lower in her seat, rolling her head to the side to watch him. With his face still forward, Stiles dragged his hand up higher onto her thigh, until it was at a height that was too high for friends but still low enough for nothing to really happen.

They were walking on the boarder. Even though they just confessed their love for each other, they both were nervous to go forward. They wanted it so bad but didn’t know if the other was ready.

Y/N’s breathing was heavy as she looked at his profile, she needed to do something so he can know that this was okay. She rested her elbow on the console, lifted herself up, placed her head on his shoulder and kissed his jaw. This caused Stiles to tighten his hold on her leg.

Y/N got confidence from this small reaction and started placing open mouthed kisses on Stiles’ neck. His hand was gripping and releasing her thigh, unknowingly building up the tension in her lower part. Y/N decided to take initiative and climbed over the console, turned to face stiles and sat down on his lap.

They both looked at each other, waiting.

“fuck it.” Stiles groaned, grabbed Y/N’s neck and smashed their lips together. It was like someone flicked a switch and it became all hands and tongue. The two of them fought for dominance but Stiles won when he squeezed her butt and she let out a small moan. Y/N started to grind on Stiles which caused him to let out a groan, allowing Y/N to break away and kiss his neck again.

They kissed for so long they seemed to forget where they were. Things were about to be taken to the next level when someone started knocking on the window of the jeep. Y/N broke away from their heated kiss with flushed cheeks and looked at Stiles’ messy hair. The knocking continued as did Stiles’ frustration, the foggy window didn’t give them an indication as to who it was.

Y/N got an idea and a small smile creeped up on her face.

“I see that smile, Y/N. Don’t even think about it.” Stiles already knew what she was gonna do, he knows her.

“Oh come on, it’ll be funny.”

“Y/N-“

Y/N ignored him and rolled down the window. As the foggy window slid down, the face of Y/N’s elderly neighbour was on the other side. The fog on the windows, the messy hair, flushed cheeks and of course their position was enough to make the elderly woman let out a little gasp from surprise.

“Hi, Mrs Pullmin.” Y/N said meekly, kinda regretting winding down the window.

“Why…hello darling. Um. I saw the car in the drive way and I thought it was a homeless man camping in your driveway and I was just going to offer them to move to my driveway because I didn’t think you would be okay with them being here but now I see that that is not the case.” The poor woman couldn’t even look at the two of you and hasn’t taken her eyes off the ground

“Yeah, not the case.”

Stiles was trying to supress his laughter as your flushed cheeks turned beet red from the embarrassment of the situation.

“Well, I guess I’ll leave you two lovebirds to be. Enjoy your teenage fun, darling.” Mrs Pullmin waved goodbye to the both of you.

“Goodbye, Mrs Pullmin!” Stiles finally spoke up and let out a cackle.

“Stop it!” Y/N lightly slapped his chest and hid her face in his neck. “I thought it was gonna be Kira or Derek.”

“That was far more entertaining, though.” Stiles kept laughing whilst he stoked her hair.

Stiles loved this. Even though they aren’t just best friends anymore, they are still joking around like nothing changed. There’s no pressure on the both of them, they’re still Y/N and Stiles.

“Hey,” Stiles spoke up after their laughter died down, “Y/N.”

“Mmhhm?” Her head lifted from his neck and she fake pouted down at him. He smiled up at her and lifted his hands to hold her head between them.

“Let go on a date tomorrow, yeah?”

“Really?” Y/N’s smile got wider.

“Of course, dummy.” He giggled at her childlike happiness. “I wanna take my girlfriend out on the town.”

“So, I’m your girlfriend now, huh?” Y/N teased, poking at the boy’s cheeks.

“Well, that’s if you want to.”

“Of course, dummy.” She grabbed his cheeks too and kiss him again.

Stiles wanted to be a gentleman so he kissed her and forced himself to calm down. He opened the door and the clumsily staggered their way out of the driver’s seat from being in their position. He walked her to the front door and bid her goodnight with another quick kiss.

Stiles was the luckiest man alive to not only have Y/N as a best friend but, now, to also have her as a girlfriend .

#Stiles #stiles stilinski #stiles x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #teen wolf #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brian imagine #dylan o'brian gifs

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