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SELENOPHILES OF BEACON HILLS | Teen Wolf Rewrite

Stiles Stilinksi/Original Female Character

chapter one - - chapter two - - chapter three

fic summary; after an already traumatic evening involving the unfortunate discovery of a gruesome scene, amber is convinced to hike through the woods with her two best friends in search of the other half of a dead body. but it's not as if she could ever say no.. not when stiles looked at her like that.

chapter word count; 10,529

chapter notes; second half of episode one. stiles and amber fall down a rabbit hole of supernatural research and are forced to keep an eye on scott from a distance when he refuses to believe their crazy suspicions. amber's gets a little talking to from her older brother regarding her relationship with stiles.

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wolf moon pt.2

After tryouts, Amber said goodbye to Allison and Lydia before she made her way down the bleachers toward where Stiles and Scott were already talking, the boys putting away their lacrosse gear, shoving items into their respective duffle bags.

"Scott!" She called excitedly as she approached, throwing her arms around his bulky padding and giving him a squeeze, "That was insane!"

Scott shrugged with a grin.

"Yeah, Scott is a lacrosse God," Stiles' voice was filled with bitter sarcasm. His eyes narrowed at the way Amber was wrapped around their friend and jealousy caused him to sound significantly less excited than he had when he'd been loudly cheering Scott on during the practice, "And don't go giving him too much love, because now he wants us to hike back through the woods to find his inhaler."

"What?" She groaned and released Scott from her hold, "Don't you have a spare?"

"No," Scott said as they began walking back to the school so the two boys could shower and change in the locker rooms, "Which means we need to find it."

Amber reluctantly made her way into the parking lot while they went to get changed, unlocking Stiles' Jeep with the keys she still had in her possession. She slid into her usual spot at the center of the bench seat, avoiding the gear shift that jutted up from the floor between her knees.

When the two boys joined her at the vehicle a few minutes later, Stiles tossed their lacrosse gear into the back seat with Amber's backpack while Scott hooked his bicycle onto the back of the vehicle. Stiles moving to settle behind the wheel while Scott slid into the vacant passenger seat. Stiles shot Amber a small smile as he started the engine, pressing their thighs together.

Though the Jeep was always cramped when they rode together like this — with so much stuff shoved in the back that all three of them opted to squeeze together into the front — Amber secretly loved it. She positioned herself a few inches closer to Stiles on the bench seat, and the warmth of his thigh where it pressed against hers was heaven.

Normally, when Stiles drove, his right hand bounced back and forth restlessly between using the gear shift and having both of his hands on the steering wheel, but when Amber was sandwiched between them in the front, he always chose instead to rest his forearm over her leg, his fingers glued to the lever.

Amber reveled in the feeling.

Stiles parked the Jeep in the same spot as the night before and they all filed out, making their way to the tree line.

Amber was grateful for the daylight this time around. Walking made easier without the fear of tripping over something that she couldn't see, though she did find herself missing the warmth of Stiles' guiding hand at the bottom of her spine.

They reached a small stream and Scott stomped straight into it, plunging his feet into the ankle-deep cold water as he spoke, "I don't- I don't know what it was." He said, kicking up water as he splashed across.

Amber had paused when they reached the edge of the waterline, hesitating as she looked for a rock to step on while she crossed. Stiles came to a stop in front of her and he squatted down, jerking his head in a silent prompt for her to jump up onto his back.

"-It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball." Scott continued as Stiles piggy-backed Amber across the stream of water.

Amber squeezed Stiles' shoulder, roughly tilting his head to the left and planting a sloppy kiss in the short hair on the side of his head in thanks as she dropped back down to the ground.

"And that's not the only weird thing," Scott spoke again, "I-I can.. Hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."

"Smell things?" Amber laughed, bumping her shoulder playfully against Scott's as she caught up to him.

"Smell things?" Stiles chuckled, "Like what?"

"Like-like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."

Scott turned to face Stiles and Amber as the former began to search the pockets of his jacket. Amber eyed the gray zip up he was wearing underneath his open jacket thoughtfully and she reached inside, her own hand digging into the left pocket of his sweatshirt.

"I don't even have any mint mojito-" Stiles cut off when Amber's hand re-emerged with a small stick of gum pinched between her fingers, his eyes squinted in disbelief. He grabbed it from Amber's hand, tucking it back into his pocket before speaking again, "So, all this started with a bite."

They began moving through the trees again as Scott worried, "What if it's like an infection, like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

"Then we should probably be at the hospital and not hiking through the stupid preserve." Amber muttered just loud enough for the both of them to hear her.

"You know what?" Stiles said, "I actually think I've heard of this. It's a specific kind of infection."

"Are you serious?" Scott asked, coming to a stop with a dead expression.

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called.. Lycanthropy." Stiles explained.

Amber snorted.

"What's that?" Scott asked, "Is it bad?"

"Oh yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month." Stiles supplied.

"Once a month?" Scott's face was filled with confusion.

Amber hated that she was finding entertainment in her friend's pain and she tried to hide her smile by turning her face into Stiles' shoulder.

"Mhm," Stiles hummed, hand coming up to rest on her back. Her face was still smooshed into his jacket as she tried to smother her laughter, "On the night of the full moon."

There were a few seconds of silence before Stiles howled like a dog quietly.

Scott shoved Stiles in the chest, causing both he and Amber to stumble back a few steps. Stiles laughed as they regained their footing, his arm coming up to rest over her shoulders as they followed after Scott.

"Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling." Stiles announced defensively.

"Hey! There could be something seriously wrong with me!" Scott said in distress, looking at his friends with a worried frown.

"I know!" Stiles exclaimed, "You're a werewolf! Grr!"

Amber threw her head back and laughed, head falling into the crook of Stiles' arm and nearly losing her footing over a fallen branch in the process.

"Okay," Stiles finally acquiesced after a moment, "I'm obviously kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt down all the silver I can find, it's 'cause Friday's a full moon."

"Maybe it wasn't a wolf," Amber pondered, causing both boys to look at her curiously as they walked, "Maybe it was actually a vampire. Y'know? And heard a wolf howling because they were fighting over territory, like in Twilight and now, you're turning into a vampire.. Sans sparkles, obviously. Because that's stupid."

Stiles snorted in amusement next to her, squeezing her shoulder, but Scott looked unimpressed with the turn in conversation.

They finally slowed to a stop and Scott spun in a slow circle, looking at the ground around them in confusion.

"I-I-I could've sworn this was it. I saw the body. The deer came running. I dropped my inhaler."

Amber looked at the trees around them slowly, trying to find anything familiar about the spot where they were standing, but it looked exactly the same to her as the rest of the preserve.

"Maybe the killer moved the body." Stiles questioned with a shrug.

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like eighty bucks." Scott said, kneeling down to feel for it in the leaves.

Stiles suddenly jumped, smacking Scott in the shoulder to get his attention and tightening his arm nervously around Amber's shoulders.

The three teens looked up to see a guy with dark hair, wearing a leather jacket, standing fifty feet away and silently watching them with a stormy expression. Once their attention was focused on him, the stranger began stomping toward them through the leaves.

"What are you doing here? Huh?" He called out, the slight familiarity of his voice startling Amber, "This is private property." He focused on Amber as he repeated the words from the night before and suddenly, she recognized him.

"Uh, sorry, man. We didn't know." Stiles said nervously, stepping back a few inches and pulling Amber with him.

"Yeah, we were just looking for something but-" Scott paused when the stranger raised his eyebrows, unimpressed by the excuse, "Uh, forget it."

The boy in the leather jacket pulled something from his pocket and tossed it straight into Scott's hand, they all looked down to see the inhaler they'd come for.

"How's your head?" The stranger asked in a gentler voice, looking straight at Amber where she was still tucked tightly underneath Stiles' arm.

"Yeah, good, all good." She smiled at him, "Thank you. Seriously."

He nodded silently, glaring between the two boys once more before he turned and stalked back off into the distance without another word.

Amber tore her eyes from his retreating form to look up at Stiles beside her. His mouth was hanging open in disbelief as he squinted at the boy in the distance in both shock and confusion.

"Aright," Scott broke the silence, "C'mon, I gotta get to work."

"Dude!" Stiles squeaked, releasing Amber and stepping back to look at her incredulously, "That was Derek Hale! Why is Derek Hale worried about your head?"

"I passed out for a few minutes after Scott got bit. He woke me up to see if I was okay and he helped me back out to the main road."

"He-"

Scott interrupted whatever Stiles was going to say, "Who's Derek Hale?"

"I-," Stiles paused, not wanting to change the direction of the conversation but giving in, "He's only like a few years older than us. Don't you remember?"

"Remember what?" Amber asked.

"His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago."

Amber gasped quietly. She did remember.

"Stiles, it was six years ago. We were in fifth grade. Don't you remember Cora? She was a year behind us?" She questioned sadly, remembering the little girl who had passed away.

They'd had an assembly in the elementary school gymnasium the following week on fire safety. To say it had been morbid would be an understatement.

Amber still remembered Jason coming home from school, seventeen and heartbroken for the Sophomore on his basketball team whose whole family had died in a house fire. He'd decided that night on his career path of becoming a firefighter, hoping he could one day be a part of preventing such loss.

The three friends stood silently for a minute, all of them reeling at the influx of information to their brains.

"I wonder what he's doing back.." Scott thought aloud.

Stiles scoffed and shook his head, wordlessly grabbing a hold of Amber's wrist and pulling her along as he started walking in the direction they'd parked the Jeep, calling out to Scott over his shoulder.

"Come on."

When Scott climbed out of the Jeep at the animal clinic, Amber remained seated in the center of the vehicle and prayed Stiles wouldn't mention the now-vacant passenger seat. When she remained in place after a moment, he returned his hand to the gear shift and backed out of the parking spot.

They were only just pulling out of the lot and back onto the road when Stiles' resolve seemed to crack, forcing out the words that had been eating at him for the past twenty minutes.

"So, Derek Hale, huh? What's up with that?" He questioned innocently, eyes flicking over to look at her before they returned to the road.

"What do you mean?"

"What do I-" Stiles spluttered, looking at her with his mouth agape before starting again, "I mean what's up with you being approached by a strange man alone in the woods and just.. Not mentioning it?"

"I'd hardly say he's a man," Amber started, skirting the question, "I mean, what is he? Twenty-one? Up until a few months ago the only thing he could do that we can't is, like, vote."

Stiles' turned his head away from the road for only a moment to look at her, his eye twitching in irritation and disbelief.

"Okay, okay!" She continued quickly, "Don't look at me like that, alright? I don't know. I don't know why I didn't say anything. I mean, yesterday was kind of mildly traumatic event after mildly traumatic event for me, and I guess a nice stranger checking to see if I'm dead and then making sure I didn't get lost in the woods, didn't exactly feel like one of them."

"Yeah, alright," Stiles said reluctantly, putting his hand on her left knee and squeezing for a second before his hand retreated, "But in the future could you just, for the love of god, let me know when creepy weirdos get you all alone?"

"Sure thing." Amber smiled brightly, patting his thigh.

As the lunchroom emptied out two days later, Amber rushed to get to Lydia and Allison before they dispersed. She kept her eyes glued to their brunette and strawberry blonde heads as she moved through the crowd to the front of the cafeteria.

Scott had plucked up the courage to talk to Allison the night before at the animal clinic, and he'd asked her to go with him to the big lacrosse party on Friday. The new girl had seemed reluctant to attend the party when it had been mentioned on Monday, but according to all of Scott's gushing at lunch, she'd agreed to the date.

"Lyds! Allison! Hold up!" Amber called out from a few feet behind them.

The two girls paused in front of an empty row of lockers, allowing Amber to catch up with them.

"Hey, Amber." Allison smiled.

"Hi." Amber breathed, happy to have caught them for a minute.

"You know," Lydia spoke, "If you wanted time to talk to us, you could always sit with us at lunch instead of Thing One and Thing Two."

"If I did that, I wouldn't be able to steal a chicken finger from one of them for my salad," Amber laughed honestly, "I mean, seriously. When was the last time you ate something deep fried in public, Lyds? When we were twelve?"

During their Freshman year, Amber had been ordering a salad at lunch for a week. She always picked at it sadly, until Stiles had offered up one of Scott's chicken tenders and insisted she cut it up for her greens. He'd come up with the brilliant idea to get his dad to simply eat salad and insisted that it would change her life. It had. She'd stolen a piece of chicken from one of their trays every day since.

Lydia pursed her lips, likely because she knew that Amber's comment about fried food was true, and Allison laughed at the two of them quietly.

"Anyway, that's so not what I wanted to talk about," Amber attempted to steer the conversation back on track, "I hear someone has a date with Scott on Friday."

The grin on Amber's face was infectious and Allison blushed, glancing between the two girls beside her and playing nervously with her fingers, "Yeah, kind of, I mean, we're going to the party together."

"It's definitely a date," Lydia stated, "And if it doesn't work out, I totally reserve the right to set you up with one of Jackson's friends on the lacrosse team."

"Scott is on the lacrosse team." Amber pointed out incredulously.

"One of the more," Lydia paused, "Mature, guys on the lacrosse team. Maybe a senior."

Amber rolled her eyes at her friend and returned all of her attention to the darker-haired girl.

"Are you excited?" She asked her with a coy smile.

Allison blushed further, unsure what to say and slightly worried that whatever she said would be relayed back to Scott. Not wanting to embarrass herself, she paused.

"-Because Scott is totally excited. It's pretty much all he talked about at lunch. I thought Stiles might stab him with his fork to shut him up." Amber continued with a laugh.

"Oh," Allison's smile widened, "Yeah, I.. I'm excited."

"Did you ever decide if you'll grace us with your presence at the party?" Lydia questioned, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she raised her eyebrows at Amber.

"I'm not sure," Amber answered honestly.

She wasn't a fan of parties. Scott and Stiles were hardly ever invited and being surrounded by all those people without them tended to make her anxiety flare up.

Lydia gave her a look like she was about to say something, but Amber interrupted-

"You'd hardly even miss me anyway," Amber commented, "Don't pretend for one second that you won't be glued to Jackson's face the whole time."

"Fine," Lydia settled, "But I really would like to see you there, even if it's only in passing. You desperately need to socialize outside of the weird little threesome you have going on with Scott and Miles."

"It's Stiles," Amber sighed. It didn't matter how many times she corrected Lydia over the years, the name inevitably went in one ear and straight out the other, "I'll honestly think about it, though. Okay?"

Lydia smiled in satisfaction and nodded. The dismissal from the redhead effectively ended the conversation and the three girls dispersed, heading to their lockers as the first warning bell rang out through the halls.

Stiles' room was a mess.

When Stiles had been driving her home after lacrosse practice on Thursday, he'd been on a tangent that Amber could barely follow, but she'd gotten the gist of it-

Werewolves. Again.

While Amber wasn't entirely sure what had suddenly put her best friend in a mindset that had him researching mythical creatures to the point of near-obsession, she knew him well enough to know that he'd be better taken care of if she stayed, versus if she left him to his own devices.

She'd nodded off once around dinner time, her face pillowed on her arms over the top of an article she'd been looking over, ten pages of folklore that Stiles had printed out, telling the story of a werewolf who'd eaten his entire village, starting with his own family.

The research had started as soon as they'd gotten home from lacrosse practice, and Stiles had insisted they kept at it all night.

At an hour to midnight, when Stiles still hadn't eaten dinner, Amber had gone downstairs to make him a turkey sandwich, returning and shoving one half of it between his unsuspecting lips. He distractedly chewed the bite of food in his mouth, moving to set the sandwich back on the plate she'd set beside of the old, leather bound book he was taking notes from.

"Where did you even get that book?" Amber asked, picking the sandwich up again to shove another bite of it into his mouth.

"Went to the library while you were napping." Stiles mumbled around the bread as he chewed.

Amber ran her hand softly across the smooth cut of his hair a few times, leaning in to read over his shoulder and feeding him bites every few minutes.

When the sandwich was gone, only a few scattered crumbs remaining on the plate, Amber leaned down to wrap her arms around Stiles' chest and rested her chin on top of his head. For a minute, she just watched him jot down notes as he read. The way he moved when he got like this was honestly mesmerizing and she found herself distracted by the way his fingertip traced along the words on the page for a minute before she realized she'd been hovering. She tightened her arms around him in a quick hug before turning away to face the messy room.

She moved to sit criss-cross on the floor, collecting some of the papers littering the floorboards. She skimmed through the articles before placing them in different piles, attempting to create some sort of organization.

By midnight, the room had dozens of books cracked open and laid out across the bed, the floor, and Stiles' desk. He'd printed out over thirty pages of information he'd found from various websites — Amber knew it was at least that much because she'd been the one to refill the paper all three times that the printer had been empty.

Having texted her brother to let him know of her sleepover plans that evening, Amber eventually nodded off at three in the morning, her face buried in a pile of loose papers and books on Stiles' bed.

She woke when Stiles' alarm for school went off, crawling out of bed and barely managing to pull Stiles away from his laptop with enough time for them both to shower and rush to school on time for first period.

With not even enough time to swing by her house, Amber had been forced to make do with what she could quickly scrounge from Stiles' wardrobe, and she'd pulled a small pair of Stiles' briefs that he'd conjured from the depths of his underwear drawer, re-wearing her jeans from the day before along with a pullover lacrosse hoodie he likely hadn't worn since middle school.

Despite the clothing predicament, Amber was glad she'd stayed with Stiles, and when they didn't have time to eat breakfast, she was grateful for the sandwich she'd managed to shove into Stiles' mouth at eleven o'clock the night before.

On Friday afternoon Amber rounded the corner, pulling her backpack on over her jacket. She was ready to head out to the lacrosse field to watch the team's practice scrimmage when she heard Scott yelling.

At the far end of the hall, Jackson was saying something quietly to Scott where he had her friend pressed against his own locker. Jackson punched the metal door over Scott's shoulder before turning and storming away.

"Scott!" She called down the hall, running to catch up to him, "What was that? Were you just yelling at Jackson?"

"Sort of." He said, slowing to walk with her.

She raised her eyebrows in question, urging him to continue.

"He thinks I'm on steroids," He stated, "Wanted me to tell him where I got them and, I just, I can't deal with this right now! I woke up in the middle of the preserve this morning and had to run all the way home, and I'm pretty sure I seriously saw a wolf out there this time."

"Jesus.." Amber breathed looking up at her friend as they pushed the door open and headed outside into the cold air, "Maybe there really is a wolf."

"Y'think!?" Scott snapped.

Amber flinched, stuffing her hands into her pockets and taking a small step away from him as they approached the player's bench. She watched him huff under his breath as he pulled his helmet out of his sport bag.

"Scott!" Stiles' shrill screech cut through the cold air behind them, "Scott, Wait up!" He placed a hand on Amber's shoulder as he came to a stop. His cheeks were bright pink from exertion and he took a few deep breaths, resting some of his weight on the shoulder of the girl beside him.

"Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man. Can it wait?"

"Just hold on, okay?" Stiles panted, "I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!"

"Stiles, I gotta go." Scott dismissed, turning away from his friends and stepping toward the field.

Stiles moved to chase after him, Amber following close behind, "W- No! Scott! You're not gonna believe what the animal was!" He called after him, but Scott was gone. Stiles sighed at his friend's back, turning to face Amber, "It was a wolf."

"It was a wolf?" She repeated with wide eyes.

"Yeah, a wolf."

Stiles shook his head before walking out onto the field where all of the players were forming a circle around Coach Finstock. The coach gave some sort of speech, but Amber could only really make out the end-

"Now, get out there and show me whatcha got! Come on!"

The team cheered loudly before dispersing and Stiles walked back off the field toward her, Amber immediately flocking to his side.

"So, what does this mean? Scott really was bitten by a wolf?"

"I-" Stiles sighed again, moving to sit on the team bench, "I don't know, maybe."

She took a seat beside him and they watched the scrimmage start, players running and passing the ball down the field in a fast-paced game.

Scott got possession of the ball and his friends watched in awe as he barreled down the field toward two larger players on the team, launching himself over six feet in the air to jump up over them. He did a flip before landing smoothly behind the player's backs. Scott threw the ball at the goal and it sailed through the goalie's legs and into the back net.

"Wh-" Stiles started under his breath, shaking his head in astonishment.

The other players on the team crowded around Scott, whooping and hollering while the spectators on the bleachers cheered loudly.

"Okay.. So what if it was a wolf?" Amber questioned, "Why is that worse than it being, I don't know, a bear?"

"Because, okay? That lycaon joke I made the other day? I'm not so sure it's a joke anymore." He said quietly, and Amber found herself thinking about all of the werewolf stories he'd made her read through the night before.

"McCall!" Coach yelled from the sidelines, "Get over here!"

Scott ran to the side of the field, coming to a stop in front of Coach, only a few feet away from where Stiles and Amber were sitting.

"What in God's name was that?" Finstock yelled, "This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?"

"No, Coach."

"What the hell was that?"

"I-I don't know. Just trying to make the shot." Scott said quietly.

"Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what?" Coach said loudly, "You're startin', buddy," Scott received a slap on the cheek from the older man, "You made first line."

Amber gripped onto the material of Stiles' practice jersey as they watched the rest of the scrimmage pass in a blur of Scott running around, being the best player out on the field by a mile.

Stiles collected his things quickly when the final whistle blew and he grabbed Amber's hand, dragging her away in the direction of the parking lot.

"Aren't you going to get changed?"

"No time," Stiles said, pulling her faster until they were practically jogging to where the Jeep was parked, "We need to research.. More. So, so much more research."

They got to the vehicle and Stiles threw open the door, tossing his things in the back seat and pulling his shoulder padding over his head before throwing that in the back as well. He climbed behind the wheel and was starting the engine before Amber had even closed the passenger side door.

"More research on-" She started, buckling quickly as Stiles peeled out of the parking lot and finished the sentence for her.

"Werewolves."

A violent knocking on the closed bedroom door startled them both a few hours later, Stiles nearly falling out of his chair and Amber giving herself a deep paper cut.

Stiles closed his laptop firmly, concealing the website he'd been on. He looked over at where Amber was sitting on the floor and they gave each other nervous smiles before Stiles approached the door and he took a deep breath before he opened it to reveal Scott standing on the other side.

"Get in," Stiles urged, leaving the door open for Scott to follow, "You gotta see this thing. We've been up all night reading.. Websites, books. All this information."

Stiles flailed his arms as he spoke, heading back to his desk to search for something he wanted to show Scott.

"How much Adderall has he had today?" Scott laughed, glancing at Amber on the floor.

"A lot?" Stiles responded, finally finding the paper he wanted in the pile on the corner of his desk, "It doesn't matter, okay. Just listen."

Scott threw his backpack on the bed and sat down beside it and Amber moved to sit across from him.

"Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott asked.

"No, they're still questioning people." Amber answered.

"Yeah, even Derek Hale." Stiles announced, looking between the two of them and rolling his chair closer to the bed.

"Oh! The guy from the woods that we saw the other day."

"Yeah. Yes. But that's not it, okay?"

The paper Stiles was holding was flapping loudly with every movement of his hands. He looked nervous, but also like he was going to burst at any moment.

"What, then?" Scott laughed, looking between the two of them.

"Remember that joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf. The bite in the woods.. We started doing all this reading-" Stiles said, jumping out of his seat and shaking the piece of paper, "Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

"Should I?" Scott asked in confusion.

"To signal it's location to the rest of the pack, Scott." Amber finally spoke. She had a sick churning feeling in her gut, nervous that their friend wasn't going to take this well, that maybe he'd think they were poking fun at him again.

"Yeah, it's a signal. So if you heard a wolf howling, i-it, that means others could've been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them." Stiles finished.

"A.. Whole pack of wolves?" Scott questioned in surprise.

"No." Stiles winced, "Werewolves."

Amber flinched at the lack of subtlety in Stiles' words, scrunching up her face as the room grew silent.

Scott stood from the bed abruptly and Amber followed suit, stepping up behind him.

"Are you guys seriously wasting my time with this?" Scott huffed in annoyance at his friends, grabbing his book bag from the floor and moving to leave, "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."

Amber reached forward to rest a hand on Scott's forearm and Stiles put a hand against his friend's chest in an attempt to keep him in place.

"We saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay? What you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible." Stiles critiqued.

Scott shook his head before glancing briefly at Amber behind him, "Yeah? So I made a good shot."

Stiles grabbed Scott's bag from his hands and threw it back behind them to land on the bed.

"No, you made an incredible shot, I mean.. The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y'know, people can't just suddenly do that overnight," Stiles defended, "And there's the vision and the senses-"

"Scott, do you think we didn't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore-" Amber cut in.

"Okay! Guys, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Tomorrow!" Stiles yelled in disbelief, eyes bouncing between his two best friends, "What? No! The full moon is tonight! Don't you get it?"

"What are you both trying to do?" Scott yelled back, looking between them, "I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you guys trying to ruin it!"

Stiles flopped back into his desk chair to shuffle frantically through another stack of papers and Amber flexed her fingers around Scott's arm, rubbing her thumb over his sweatshirt in what she hoped was a soothing motion.

"We're trying to help," Stiles said before continuing quietly, "You're cursed, Scott. Y'know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just happens to be when your bloodlust will be at it's peak."

"Bloodlust?" Scott questioned blankly. He raised his eyebrows at Amber and when she nodded while nervously chewing on her bottom lip, he turned back to face Stiles.

"Yeah, your urge to kill." Stiles explained, looking away before bringing his eyes back to where Scott stood over him.

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles." Scott's voice was deep with his irritation.

Stiles spun around in his chair, dropping the papers back into a pile and picking up the book that he'd been reading earlier.

"You gotta hear this, 'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.'" Stiles read aloud, raising his voice and moving to stand back up in front of them, "All right? I haven't seen anything raise your pulse like Allison does."

"You seriously have to cancel this date." Amber added, squeezing her grip on Scott's arm softly.

Stiles moved past them and began to dig through the backpack that he had thrown onto his bed, "I'm gonna call her right now." He pulled Scott's phone from the front pocket.

"What are you doing?" Scott questioned.

"I'm canceling the date!" Stiles explained quickly, fiddling with the phone as he moved back toward his desk.

"No! Give it to me!" Scott growled, shoving Amber behind him where she stumbled and bumped into the bed but somehow managed to not fall on her ass.

In a blink, Scott had rushed forward to slam Stiles against the wall beside the desk and a loud thump echoed in the small room from the impact. He had one hand tight around the collar of his friend's shirt and the other was pulled back into a fist as he prepared to punch his best friend.

"Scott!" Amber yelled, her body moving toward the boys before her brain even had a chance to process what she was doing. She stopped half a step behind Scott, prepared to grab him if he made another move toward hitting Stiles. Her hands trembled as she watched Stiles take a shaky breath.

Scott suddenly yelled out in rage, and Amber flinched. He released his grip on Stiles and threw the desk chair beside him to the floor. He continued to look at the fallen chair, breathing heavily for a moment, before he looked back up at Stiles and seemed to deflate as the realization of what just happened sunk in.

"I'm sorry," Scott apologized quietly, "I-I gotta go get ready for that party."

He slowly turned to face Amber where she was already looking at him with wide eyes, her hands still shaking.

Stiles still hadn't moved from where he was standing pressed against the wall, taking in choppy breaths and refusing to look at Scott, focused instead on some fixed point at the far end of the room.

"I'm sorry." Scott said again in a near-whisper, before he grabbed his bag from behind Amber and ran from the room.

Once Scott was gone, Stiles took in a deeper, heavy breath and knocked his head back against the wall once with a loud thump.

Amber approached him slowly, reaching forward and grabbing his fingertips, pulling his hands into her own shaking ones to tug him gently away from the wall.

"Are you okay?" Amber asked softly, waiting for Stiles to look at her instead of the wall over her shoulder. When she didn't get a response after a few seconds, she slowly trailed her hands up his arms. Her fingers softly moved from his biceps, over the tops of his shoulders and neck before coming to rest them on his jaw, her thumbs rubbing at his flushed cheeks, "Stiles?"

His eyes finally flickered to life before connecting with her own and he let out a deep breath that seemed to break the dam. Suddenly his hands were on her, one gripping her hip while the other came up to rest on her shoulder, guiding her back a step further as his brown eyes flicked back and forth between her hazel ones.

"Are you okay?" He asked in a rush, "Did he hurt you?"

"Me?" Amber's voice cracked, "Stiles he shoved you against the wall so hard I thought you might've broken something. Are you okay?"

Stiles seemed to genuinely think it over before he answered, "I'm fine."

He squeezed her hip once, his thumb pressing into her skin where his fingers had slipped underneath the sweatshirt she was wearing. He moved away after a few steadying breaths, moving to right his desk chair from where it had been knocked to the floor.

"Uh, Am?" Stiles said quietly, spinning the chair around to reveal the back.

There were three long claw marks torn into the fabric.

Amber sat anxiously on the edge of the couch in the Stilinski's living room and waited as Stiles changed his clothes for the party. The bouncing of her leg and the chewing of her lower lip both a result of stress as she waited for her best friend.

When Stiles finally emerged from his room after five long minutes, he had changed into a soft, faded red button down shirt and Amber blinked, stunned for a moment at the sight of how sharp and handsome he looked as he stepped into the front room.

It took only a moment for Amber to get a hold of herself and they wasted no time before they rushed toward the front door together, Stiles' keys jangling loudly as they made their way to the Jeep. She trailed half a step behind him and she caught a whiff of cologne that he'd taken the time to apply in his rush to get ready. The smell of it made her stomach swoop with butterflies despite the worry for Scott that weighed on their minds.

The two of them sped across town to Amber's house so that she could change her own clothes and she tore out of the vehicle and rushed inside before Stiles had even parked the Jeep.

She quickly pulled on a short, black skirt with an off the shoulder knit sweater that stretched loosely to reveal her collar bones. Her hair fell in its natural wavy pattern and she attempted to detangle it with her fingers before rushing through the heavier makeup routine she would normally save for a party. Her boots were tugged onto her feet while she stumbled to the bathroom to spray herself with perfume.

When she was finished she rushed back outside, fingers flying across her phone screen to send a text to her brother, giving him a loose-approximation of her plans for the evening while leaving out the specifics about Scott's werewolf problems.

"I'm here! I'm here," Amber panted as she climbed back into the waiting vehicle, "Sorry. I got ready as fast as I could." She buckled her seatbelt while she spoke, but when the Jeep remained both parked and silent until she was finished, seatbelt locked into place, she looked up at the driver with a frown.

Stiles had a look on his face that Amber couldn't identify. His gaze flicked over her face first, but then it dropped to her chest, his eyes flicking down to her bare legs before they slowly trailed back up again.

"What? What? Why aren't we leaving?" Amber asked, heart still beating hard beneath her ribs from running around the house and then back outside again.

"Huh?" Stiles asked dumbly.

"Why aren't we leaving? Scott and Allison will be at the party any minute." She got out the words between heavy breaths, searching her friend's unfocused eyes like she might find some clue there as to what he was thinking, "Stiles!"

Stiles blinked once before his eyes rounded out. He flinched and the hand he had resting on the edge of the window jerked out toward the steering wheel, missing and accidentally punching the metal dashboard behind it.

"Ow! Shit."

"Stiles?" She asked worriedly, wincing as she watched him shake out his sore knuckles.

"Sorry, yeah," Stiles said as he righted himself, "We're leaving. Now." He quickly backed out of the driveway and headed in the direction of the house party.

"What just happened?" Amber questioned slowly after a moment. She still had one hand on the door handle and the other on her seat buckle, unmoved. The girl blinked in confusion, her eyes still glued to her friend's face as a flush rose to his mole-dotted cheeks in the dark.

"I just- I.. You look," He paused, "Nice."

It was Amber's turn to have her cheeks tinge a shade of pink, "Oh. I- Thanks." She smiled to herself, fiddling with the way her sweater fell over her shoulders.

The car was silent for a few minutes as they drove and Amber wasn't sure if the silence should feel awkward or not. She adjusted her skirt nervously on the seat as they got closer to their destination.

"You too." She said into the quiet after several minutes had passed.

Stiles turned his head to peer over at the girl beside him with his brows furrowed in confusion before his attention focused back on the road in front of them.

"You also, I mean.. You look nice, too." Amber clarified in a rush. She squeezed her hands into fists at her sides as soon as the words were out of her mouth, feeling supremely stupid.

"Oh- Thank you." Stiles said softly.

When she built up the courage to look over at him after a few seconds, she found a sweet smile on his face and she let out a breath that she didn't realize she'd even been holding.

It didn't take long before they reached a cluster of parked cars, lining the street just outside of a large house that belonged to one of the guys on the lacrosse team. Scott's mom's car didn't appear to have arrived yet and they both breathed a sigh of relief at the information.

"Okay. What's the plan?" Amber questioned, turning sideways in her seat to face Stiles as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Go to party. Keep an eye on Scott. Make sure he doesn't go werewolf and kill anybody." Stiles listed, counting out the objectives on his fingers as he went.

"That- That's it?"

"Why, what did you think we were gonna do?" Stiles asked as he climbed out of the vehicle.

"I don't know!" Amber said loudly, continuing in a whisper as a couple walked past them, "Kidnap him? Tie him up and lock him in the bathroom until the full moon is over?"

They walked up the driveway and the loud music that poured out of the house muffled their continued conversation from the teens that loitered outside.

"Ki- Kidnap him?" Stiles squeaked, "You thought we were going to kidnap our best friend from a crowded party?" He paused, looking her up and down as they reached the door, "And you still chose to wear a skirt?"

Amber's glare was piercing as she ducked under his outstretched arm where he was holding the front door open for her and she pinched the exposed strip of skin on his stomach where his shirt had risen as she passed him in retaliation.

"Ow." Stiles complained while he closed the door behind them.

There were teenagers filling up every inch of the house, spilling all the way out onto the backyard patio, dancing, drinking, and conversing loudly in an attempt to be heard over the music.

"And what, exactly, do we do if Scott does 'go wolf' and try to kill someone?" Amber questioned, pulling Stiles over to a spot just outside of the kitchen that had a good vantage point of the people coming in through front door.

"Let's deal with that problem when the time comes, shall we?"

Five minutes passed before Stiles pulled Amber's attention away from where she had become distracted by the beer pong tournament that was set up on what looked like an expensive wooden-dining table.

"Scott's here." Stiles announced.

She followed Stiles' gaze to where Scott and Allison were making their way through the house, headed in the direction of the open patio doors. Amber's hand was linked with his as he pulled her away from the kitchen and moved to follow after the couple.

The two friends claimed a spot just inside of the glass doors, where they could watch Scott even after he and Allison made it outside and into the throng of people who were crowded around the pool.

After a minute passed and Scott and Allison began dancing together, Amber settled her arms around Stiles' shoulders and hooked her fingers behind his neck, guiding him to start moving slightly to the pop music that rang out through the house.

"Wha-" Stiles started before Amber interrupted him.

"If Scott looks over here and sees us just standing around staring at him, he's gonna lose it.. Again."

"Yeah- Yeah, you're probably right." Stiles agreed, settling his hands lightly around her waist.

Amber maneuvered their bodies until she could see outside the patio doors over Stiles' shoulder, keeping a close eye on their friend where he was dancing with his date. As time passed, people moved through the packed room and bumped into them repeatedly, eventually pushing the two to stand so close that their chests pressed together while they danced.

Amber allowed herself only momentary glances to Stiles' face between bouts of watching their friend through the windows, worried that if she looked at the boy in front of her for too long, she would get distracted and lose track of Scott.

Later, when she was re-focussing her eyes outside after a brief moment spent staring at the golden flecks in Stiles' eyes as they flicked anxiously around the crowded room, she spotted Allison with her hands on Scott's chest as she looked at her date worriedly. Scott's eyes were pinched shut and he pulled away from her, moving to come back inside.

"Oh, no. He's coming back in and- He doesn't look great." Amber announced.

Stiles suddenly took a step away from her, keeping one hand on her hips and waving with the other as he looked to their friend rushing through the doorway, "Yo! Scott, you good?"

Scott stormed past them without a word and Amber and Stiles looked at one another with wide eyes.

"You go see what's up and I'll check with Allison real quick-" Amber urged.

"Good. Go." Stiles released her and pushed her gently in the direction of the back door before he dashed off to chase after Scott.

Allison stumbled through the doors as Amber went to go outside and they collided, both girls reaching out to steady the other.

"Did you see where Scott went?" Allison asked.

"Oh, yeah.. He- he had a really bad headache earlier and I think it's acting up again but I'm not sure-"

Allison had no interest in the rest of what Amber had to say, suddenly taking off in the direction of the front door where Amber was sure Scott and Stiles had been spotted exiting the house and Amber rushed to follow close behind her.

As the two girls approached the driveway, they both watched as Scott fumbled with his keys and threw himself inside of the McCall's small green car and quickly drove away from the party.

"Shit, Scott.." Amber mumbled, her eyes traveling to where Stiles had parked the Jeep only to find him already tearing off down the street after their friend, both of them becoming taillights in the distance.

"Why would he leave without telling me?" Allison asked, sounding hurt.

"I don't know, I.. His head must be really bugging him, Allison. I'm sorry." Amber apologized weakly.

"Amber," A familiar voice called out from behind them. Derek Hale stepped toward the two girls with his hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, "Allison, I'm a friend of Scott's. My name's Derek."

"Oh, um, hi?" Allison spoke.

"Derek, hey, uh.. What are you doing here?"

"Scott. He asked if I could give you both a ride home as he was leaving." He gestured toward a sleek, black camaro parked at the end of the driveway.

"Um.." Allison hesitated, looking over at the girl standing next to her for assistance.

"Yeah, of course," Amber said, hoping that she sounded slightly more confident than she felt. She grabbed the other girl by the arm and pulled her along, "Thanks, Derek."

Derek politely opened the passenger door for them when they reached the car and Amber urged the other girl to get in first. Allison climbed over the seat and into the back, Amber following behind her and climbing into the front.

As Derek closed the door on them gently Allison nudged her, "Are you sure about this?" Allison asked, visibly nervous about willingly getting into the car of a strange older-guy.

"Yeah, it's okay. Derek's cool." Amber smiled, patting Allison's hand on the back of her seat reassuringly.

The smile slipped from Amber's face as soon as she was facing forward again and she took a deep breath. Being alone with Derek Hale once was one thing, but now he showed up at a high school party and was offering to give them a ride home? She couldn't deny the weirdness of it and if anything happened to Allison, she'd never recover from the guilt.

"I'll leave my coat on the floor under his seat," Allison said quickly, not waiting for a response, "That's how they always get caught in the crime shows."

Derek had rounded the car and climbed behind the wheel just by the time the girl in the backseat was moving to sit upright again, and he turned the key as soon as he slid into the driver's seat, the loud engine rumbled to life around them.

"Who first?" He asked with a charming smile, turning to look between the two younger girls.

Amber shot off a text to Stiles as they pulled away from the curb and headed in the direction of Allison's neighborhood.

derek was at party?? giving allison & me a ride home

Derek's radio was set to a station for eighties rock music and when a STYX song started playing softly through the speakers, the normalcy of it almost had Amber starting to relax into her seat.

Allison spouted out frequent directions for Derek to make turns as they drove. When they finally pulled up to Allison's large house, Amber had to move and stand outside of the vehicle to allow the other girl to crawl out from the backseat. Once the other girl was freed, Amber moved to climb back inside the car but Allison stopped her with a hand on her wrist.

"Are you sure you don't want to sleep over?" Allison asked loudly, "You could borrow something of mine, it's no big deal." Allison's eyes flicked back and forth distrustfully between her new friend and the dark-haired stranger who was sitting behind the wheel of the car.

"I'm sure," Amber insisted, grateful for Allison's quick-thinking brain but not taking her up on the offer for an escape, "Really."

"Okay." Allison said slowly, hesitating before she released Amber's arm and turned to head toward her house. She glanced back at the vehicle once and Amber waved, smiling brightly as she climbed into the car again.

Amber closed the passenger side door and re-buckled her seatbelt, tapping her fingers on her knees when Derek didn't immediately start driving again.

"She.." Derek chuckled quietly, "Did not like me."

"She was afraid you're a rapist-murderer." Amber quipped with a roll of her eyes.

"And you're not afraid?" He questioned.

Amber paused, genuinely thinking the question over before responding, but now that Allison was out of the equation of danger, she felt confusingly calm.

"No." She answered honestly after a quiet moment.

Derek was looking at her intently as she spoke, his brows furrowed in concentration before they rose in surprise, "You meant that." He said, but it wasn't a question.

Amber shrugged, "Yeah."

They looked at each other for a moment, Derek looking at her in bewilderment and Amber looking at him in scrutiny, like they were both a complicated puzzle that the other didn't understand.

Derek shook his head slowly and shifted the car back into drive before heading in the direction of her house without prompt.

"How do you know where I live?" Amber questioned, suddenly suspicious.

"Are your parents still in the same house as when Jason was in school?" He asked, eyes flicking over to the passenger side of the vehicle for a moment.

Amber's chest tightened at the mention of her parents, "My parents are dead." She said quietly, "But, yeah, my brother and I- We.. It's the same house."

"I'm sorry." Derek apologized, glancing at her again before turning his attention back to the road.

"It's okay, it-" Amber played with her fingers in her lap, "It's been four years, so."

The car was quiet for a few minutes aside from a Van Halen song that played quietly through the speakers.

"Can I ask how it happened?" Derek asked quietly.

"Car accident during a bad storm," Amber answered before changing the subject, "So, what brings you back to Beacon, anyway? Didn't you move to, like, New Hampshire or something in high school?"

"New York," Derek corrected.

"Oh! Yeah, it was you and your older sister, right? In New York. Did you guys have relatives out there or something?"

"You know, you ask an annoying amount of questions?" Derek said as they pulled up in front of her house.

Amber unbuckled her seatbelt with a self-conscious laugh before moving to open her door, "Right, sorry.. Anyway, thank you for the ride."

"Sure." Derek dismissed as he watched the girl climb out of the vehicle.

Amber closed the car door silently behind her and headed inside the house, unsure what exactly to make of her apparent trust for Derek Hale.

There was a light knock at the doorway to her bedroom before the door was pushed open fully. Amber's brother stood in the opening in his pajamas, his hair sticking up in all directions while he rubbed sleep from his eyes.

"Didn't you text me you were going to some party with Stiles?" Jason asked in a tired voice, glancing at the clock on her bedside table to confirm the time he'd seen on the clock in his own room — It was only nine-thirty.

Amber was sitting in the middle of her bed in leggings and one of her brother's old crewneck sweatshirts with her laptop in front of her, trying to find a specific forum that she remembered reading the night before about bitten werewolves which, looking back on it, seemed semi-credible. It was just bizarre enough that it could've been the real deal.

"Yeah, um.. Wasn't in the party mood, I guess. I got a ride home with another friend." Amber explained, satisfied that it was mostly the truth.

"Did the two of you, like," Jason paused, scratching his fingers through his hair, "Have a fight, or something?"

"What?" Amber asked in surprise, "No. No, me and Stiles are fine. We're good."

Her brother nodded, brows furrowed in thought as he leaned slightly onto the doorframe, "So," He started slowly, "You and Stiles. You're still, uh, still just friends, right?"

"I- Huh?" Amber asked dumbly, "Of course we're friends. Why would you ask that?"

"And it's none of that, y'know, friends with benefits stuff?"

"Bene- No!" Amber denied quickly, eyes wide as a warm flush rose on her cheeks, "There are no benefits going on between me and Stiles."

"It's just, you've slept at the Stilinski house twice this week. On school-nights.. Which, okay, isn't technically out of the ordinary. But, you haven't mentioned Scott being there and-" Her brother sighed like just having the conversation was draining him, "Look, I wouldn't be a very good guardian if I didn't check in, right? So.. You swear there's no funny business happening?"

"Nothing funny," Amber promised, "And I see that look on your face. No. We really, really don't need to have another sex talk. The first one is still plenty fresh in my mind."

"Alright, alright," He conceded, "But if anything changes, I want you to be honest with me, okay? I'd rather know you're doing it and being safe than not know at-"

"Agh! Jason, seriously-" Amber pleaded in embarrassment.

"-And I know you're on the pill now, but that doesn't mean that you don't still need to use protection-"

"I hear you! Oh my god. I hear you, and I love you, but Stiles and I have not been having sex. No one and I have been having sex. And I swear to you, if I do have sex, we will use a condom. Okay?"

Jason swallowed, "Okay."

"Okay," Amber repeated, exhaling sharply. She leaned back onto her hands and took a few deep breaths before looking at the tiny clock in the corner of her laptop screen, "When did you get off?"

"Eight," Jason told her, "Twelve hours off and I'm due back to the station again at eight."

"You should get some sleep, then. Sorry if I woke you when I got home."

"It's fine," Her brother smiled at her with tired eyes. He moved like he was about to leave, one hand around the knob and the other flat against the door jamb. He paused and drummed his fingers against the wood a few times, "Goodnight, punk. I love you."

"Love you, too." Amber smiled, watching as he finally retreated down the hallway to his own room.

After twenty minutes, Amber still couldn't find the exact forum that she had been looking for, but she did happen across one that discussed the rarity of born-werewolves that were able to transform into their full-bodied, wolfy counterpart.

She thought about the wolf that Scott was convinced he'd seen in the woods the night before, and the animal hairs that forensics had found on the dead body, and the all-too animalistic howl that they'd heard the night this had all started.

Amber printed off a copy of the thread for Stiles and was stapling the pages together when she realized she hadn't heard from him since he'd left the party to find Scott. He'd never even responded to the text she'd sent to let him know Derek was dropping her off at home.

The girl clicked the power button on her phone a couple of times, frowning when the screen remained black. She hadn't been able to charge it the night before at Stiles' house, so it must have died at some point during the last half hour, after she had sent the text to Stiles in the car.

She fumbled to get it plugged into the charger beside the bed, hoping to receive an update about Scott.

Just as the phone was booting up again, there was a loud, frantic knocking from the front door downstairs. Amber tripped as she rushed down the staircase, unlocking the door and pulling it open it to reveal Stiles with one arm braced on the door, he tumbled inside without the support of the door and he scrambled as he righted himself.

"Dude, my brother is sleeping!" Amber hissed, placing a hand on his shoulder, "Did something happen? Are you okay? Is Scott?"

"Amber, oh my god," Stiles exclaimed, his chest heaving with quick breaths, "Why haven't you been answering your phone!"

"It died!" Amber explained, "I only plugged it in like two seconds ago-"

"It's Derek! Scott says Derek's the one who bit him."

"What?!" She questioned in surprise, "What else did he say?"

"Nothing," Stiles told her with wide eyes, "He kind of took off as soon as I told him Derek was giving Allison a ride home."

"Well, where is he now?" Amber asked.

"I don't know, we need to go out and look for him."

Amber pulled on the sneakers that were laying in the entryway without another word and they made their way out to where the Jeep had been parked haphazardly in the driveway. The two of them piled into the still-running vehicle and Stiles set off in the direction of the preserve as Amber sighed and leaned her head to rest against the window, bracing herself for the long night ahead of them.

"So what the hell happened with Derek Hale?" Stiles asked after a minute.

Amber kept her eyes on the treeline, not wanting to miss Scott if he emerged in the dark, "Nothing, really. He gave us both a ride home. He definitely didn't look like he was about to snap or howl at the moon or anything."

Stiles glanced over to the girl in the passenger seat, "Okay, well, did he say anything?"

Amber shrugged, "Just that his sister is in town, too. He didn't tell me why, though."

"I don't trust him." Stiles announced.

"I know." Amber laughed.

"And neither do you, right?"

Amber made a face, unsure what to say and Stiles gaped at her.

"..You trust Derek Hale?" He asked incredulously, "Seriously? What, because he park-rangered you out of the woods?"

"I'm not saying I trust him, necessarily. But, if he wanted to murder me or bite me or whatever, he probably would've done it. Right?"

"I guess.." Stiles muttered with disgust, "And what did I say about being alone with creepy older dudes, anyway?"

"To let you know when it happened," Amber smiled, "Which, I did. I texted you!"

"Shit, okay. Well.. I'm amending that, and I think you should probably just stop being alone with him altogether. If not for your own safety, then for my sanity."

Amber laughed, reaching over to pat her friend reassuringly on the thigh, but didn't say anything.

They drove around town for two hours before they pulled the Jeep into the preserve, the two of them deciding to park there in the hopes that Scott would eventually emerge. Amber laid down across the front seat and rested her head against the edge of Stiles' thigh, her feet coming up onto the seat beneath her. She dozed off and on for a few hours, Stiles' own head nodding as he did the same above her where he was leaning up against the window.

Stiles woke with a start and nudged Amber off of his lap when the sun started to rise and they still hadn't seen any sign of Scott. She sat up and re-buckled her seatbelt as he drove out back of the preserve and pulled out onto the main road.

They only made it a mile or so before they caught sight of a shirtless figure in the distance, walking along the side of the road.

"Scott! It's Scott!" Amber pointed.

Stiles pulled the car up beside their friend and Amber moved to sit in the center as Scott opened the door silently and climbed in to fall into the seat beside her. The group remained quiet while Stiles began to drive again, silence filling the car as they all waited for someone else to speak first.

Scott shivered and Amber turned in her seat to pulled a discarded tshirt out of the lacrosse bag in the backseat, handing it to the half-clothed boy beside her with a small smile.

Scott accepted the article gratefully and pulled it on over his naked torso, leaning to rest his head sadly against the window and looking like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. Amber watched the way he slumped dejectedly and reached out a comforting hand, softly rubbing the chilled skin of his arm.

"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott finally asked.

"If you say Allison," Stiles started in annoyance, "I'm gonna punch you in the head."

There was a brief moment of silence in which his friends both realized Stiles had been right about the train of thought that Scott was hung up on after the long night.

"She probably hates me now." Scott whined pathetically.

"Ugh." Amber and Stiles both scoffed in disgust.

"I doubt that," Stiles told him as reassuringly as he could, "But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or y'know, you could just.. Tell her the truth and.. Revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a freakin' werewolf!"

Scott and Amber both turned to look at him with a glare and he recanted his words.

"Okay, bad idea." Stiles agreed.

Scott hung his head and Amber reached around to pull him in until he rested it on her shoulder.

"Hey, we'll get through this." Stiles continued softly.

"Come on.. If we have to, Stiles and I'll chain you up ourselves on full moon nights." Amber said with a smile.

"And feed you live mice," Stiles added, "I had a boa once, y'know I could do it."

Scott snorted out a laugh despite his sadness and Amber reached down to rest one hand on either side of her, putting one hand on each of her friend's thighs, patting them both softly.

"We've got this."

#selenophiles #stiles #stilesfic #dylan obrien fanfic #stiles stilinski x oc #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #1x01 #*

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sugareey-makes-stuff · 11 months ago

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So, I was originally supposed to go to the grocery store only yesterday, but Stiles and Derek wanted to tag along. And they wanted to look around at other stores, which led to some interesting discoveries! >>> Stiles was really intrigued by the Cheetos and Doritos bath bombs (FYI, they are actually orange and blue raspberry scented, and are are also Fruit Loops and Lucky Charms bath bombs in the bottom of the stack). Derek was not impressed, and I'm glad he also agreed with me that these sound horrifying and also WHY?! 😭 >>> Derek somehow found himself in a pool of Rubix Cubes (aka mints). >>> Meanwhile, Stiles wanted to pose with the Dundies (candies). Which Dundie would he get if he was part of The Office? Snarkiest Little Shit in the Office Award? 😂🏆 >>> Okay, so these dummies told me if I was going to spend some time looking around, I might as well treat myself. So, I did with face masks and sweets. YAY! >>> Look what Stiles found?!!! Lisa Frank sticker sheets! He definitely begged for me to snag these for nostalgia's sake, so yeah, I caved. Derek thinks they're tacky with all the rainbows vomiting everywhere. Also, I think he developed a headache from looking at all the stickers. >>> Sterek enjoying a sweet treat (aka an ice cream Chococat)! (I'm also LOLing about this adventure as many shots were undocumented since a. having them pose in a store was weird enough, b. I must have looked sketchy AF, and c. I got a couple of skeptical looks from people so I had to chose deserted areas selectively for the shots I did manage to get. I'm still sad I missed out on getting Derek and Stiles near the dog section...what a lost opportunity to make dog jokes. 😝🐶) Grocery shopping was uneventful, but Stiles did convince me to get a box of chicken nuggets, because heyyy, no one can say no to a damn good deal for a big box of homemade ones! 🍗 (Also, I am still a child, apparently) If you’d like to follow Sterek on more mini adventures, stay updated with the #stereksmolshots tag!

#mrkgrl #teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #plushies #merch #stereksmolshots #shenanigans

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fuckyeahfanfictions · 10 months ago

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Index

Note:

All pairing names in here doesn't indicate the top & bottom. Please read the tags on each fanfictions to confirm that.

Aokaga (Aomine Daiki x Kagami Taiga from Kuroko no Basket)

Asadai (Azumane Asahi x Sawamura Daichi from Haikyuu!!)

Atsuhina (Miya Atsumu x Hinata Shouyou from Haikyuu!!)

Bokuaka (Bokuto Koutarou x Akaashi Keiji from Haikyuu!!)

Bokuatsu (Bokuto Koutaro x Miya Atsumu from Haikyuu!!)

Buddie (Evan Buckley x Eddie Diaz from 9-1-1)

Cherik (Charles Xavier x Erik Lehnserr from X-Men)

Daisuga (Sawamura Daichi x Sugawara Koushi from Haikyuu!!)

Endhawks (Todoroki Enji/Endeavor x Takami Keigo/Hawks from Boku no Hero Academia)

Geraskier (Geralt of Rivia x Jaskier from The Witcher)

Gladnis (Gladiolus Amicitia x Ignis Scientia from Final Fantasy XV)

Iwaoi (Iwaizumi Hajime x Oikawa Tooru from Haikyuu!!)

Jasico (Jason Grace x Nico di Angelo from Rick Riordan's series)

Jaytim (Jason Todd x Tim Drake from Batman series)

Kiribaku (Kirishima Eijirou x Bakugou Katsuki from Boku no Hero Academia)

Klance (Keith Kogane x Lance McClain from Voltron)

Kurodai (Kuroo Tetsurou x Sawamura Daichi from Haikyuu!!)

Kuroken (Kuroo Tetsurou x Kozume Kenma from Haikyuu!!)

Leverage OT3 (Eliot Spencer x Parker x Alec Hardison from Leverage series)

Makorin (Tachibana Makoto x Matsuoka Rin from Free!)

Miyacest (Miya Atsumu x Miya Osamu from Haikyuu!!)

Miyuchrisawa (Miyuki Kazuya x Takigawa Chris Yuu x Sawamura Eijun from Diamond no Ace)

Miyusawa (Miyuki Kazuya x Sawamura Eijun from Diamond no Ace)

Promptio (Prompto Argentum x Gladiolus Amicitia from Final Fantasy XV)

Sanegen (Shinazugawa Sanemi x Shinazugawa Genya from Kimetsu no Yaiba)

Shance (Shirogane Takashi x Lance McClain from Voltron)

Shibahiro (Shiba Tougo x Rokuhira Chihiro from Kagurabachi)

Solangelo (Will Solace x Nico di Angelo from Rick Riordan's series)

Soumako (Yamazaki Sousuke x Tachibana Makoto from Free!)

Sterek (Stiles Stilinski x Derek Hale from Teen Wolf)

Stucky (Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes from MCU)

Sukufushi (Ryomen Sukuna x Fushiguro Megumi from Jujutsu Kaisen)

Sukugo (Ryomen Sukuna x Gojo Satoru from Jujutsu Kaisen)

Superbat (Superman/Clark Kent x Batman/Bruce Wayne from DC universe)

Tiger & Bunny (Kotetsu T. Kaburagi x Barnaby Brooks Jr. from Tiger and Bunny)

Ushihina (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Hinata Shouyou from Haikyuu!!)

Ushikuro (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Kuroo Tetsurou from Haikyuu!!)

Ushiten (Ushijima Wakatoshi x Tendou Satori from Haikyuu!!)

Viktuuri (Viktor Nikiforov x Katsuki Yuuri from Yuuri on Ice)

Wiccling (Wiccan/Billy Kaplan x Hulkling/Teddy Altman from Marvel universe)

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Steven Universe Snake Eyes chapter 2: Let the Games Begin (originally published on September 4, 2023)

AN: Now that we have our first chapter out of the way, I'm sure you're all wondering what the Crystal Gems were doing before they got captured by the Slytherophidians. Well, you won't have to ask any longer because this chapter will answer any questions you might have about what happened after the end of Little Homeworld Life and set up what's to come for the remainder of Snake Eyes. With that out of the way, let's get it started!

Synopsis: On the planet Serpentes, the Crystal Gems are forced to fight in gladiator death matches against captive warriors from across the stars.

Cast:

Estelle as Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Amethyst, Famethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Pearl, The Black Pearl Brigade, Yellow Pearl, Blue Pearl, Volleyball

Jennifer Paz as Lapis, Laz, Zuli

Shelby Rabara as Peridot

Uzo Aduba as Bismuth

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper

Lauren Ash as White Topaz

Charlyne Yi as Ruby, Eyeball

Erica Luttrell as Sapphire

Patti LuPone as Yellow Diamond

Lisa Hannigan as Blue Diamond

Christine Ebersole as White Diamond

Sarah Stiles as Spinel

Christine Baranski as Hessonite

Olivia Olson as Citrine

Della Saba as Aquamarine

Christine Pedi as Holly Blue Agate

Avi Roque as Cinnabar

Gina Torres as Andesine

Peter Cullen as Titanium

Jeffrey Combs as Mercury

Bumper Robinson as Gold

Aimee Mann as Opal

Neil Flynn as Aescul

Featuring Aurelio Voltaire as King Cobralan Jormagundr

Shirley Millner as Queen Constricta Jormagundr

Jason Marsden as Prince Nosiop Jormagundr

Cissy Jones as Princess Naja Jormagundr

Henry Rollins as Captain Boa

Keith David as Pyth

John Moschitta Jr. as Bialyoom Milamin

Stephanie Escajeda as Meinerr

Terrence C. Carson as The Decimator

Steven Blum as Earthos

Jim Ross as Jiross

Michael Buffer as Michauffer

Peter Linz as Heckler #1

And Dave Goelz as Heckler #2

A few weeks before the attack of the Slytherophidians, Beach City was in celebration. At long last, Black Rutile had been defeated yet again, this time possibly for good as she and her Gem supporters were taken to prison in the darkest depths of space, and now life could go back to normal. For the Gems, this moment has become even more special as now they can finally get back to planning Ruby and Sapphire's wedding anniversary. With the decorations hung back up and a new cake on the table, the party could finally get started.

"Happy anniversary!" the Crystal Gems and people of Beach City cried as they celebrated Ruby and Sapphire's marriage. Ruby and Sapphire were so delighted to have everybody come to such a momentous occasion, they both thought it was like a dream.

"I wish this moment could last forever," Ruby said as she scooped up her blue wife in her stubby red arms. "Of course, I already have you to do it."

"Oh stop, Wuby!" Sapphire laughed and started baby-talking to her significant other while Amethyst and Pearl watched from the refreshments table.

"Ah, this is livin', Pearl Jam." Amethyst sighed in relief while taking a big gulp of punch. "Maybe now, we can finally have some peace and quiet with Black Rutile out of the way."

"Don't count on it, Amethyst." Pearl shook her head in reply. "With the Crystal Gems, you just never know when danger will be around the corner. Though frankly, I'm concerned that we've been in a lot more trouble than usual lately."

"Like I said, hopefully, we can have some peace and quiet for now," Amethyst said optimistically. "Though if trouble does come our way, you can bet your bottom dollar I'll be ready!"

"Nice to see you're so positive, Amethyst." Pearl laughed at Amethyst's remark as the two continued watching Ruby and Sapphire embrace each other. "That reminds me, we should start planning for Steven's birthday soon. I think he's turning 18 now."

"Wow, eighteen, I can't believe it." Greg sighed in disbelief as he sat by the two Gems with a slice of cake in hand. "Well, better break out some of the good beer to celebrate."

"Hey, save it for when he's 21!" Amethyst exclaimed. "Though you're free to give me some if you want. I promise this won't end up like the last time I went out drinking."

"Yep, I had to explain everything to Mr. Dewey." Pearl groaned at the memory while Greg and Amethyst laughed the day away. Yes, it seemed like the Crystal Gems could finally return to their happily ever after, but unfortunately, this wouldn't last for long.

---

About three weeks later, Little Homeworld has come under attack. The Crystal Gems had received an urgent message from Peridot that a group of strange invaders had descended upon the town and were carting Gems off into their ship. The Crystal Gems raced to Little Homeworld as soon as it ended and were ready for a fight as soon as they got off the Warp Pad.

"Okay you intruders, surrender our friends now and we won't have to hurt you!" Garnet exclaimed as she prepared her gauntlets and pointed them at the armored snakelike invader pointing a futuristic blaster at Teal Zircon's head.

"Well, well, well. The Crystal Gems." The invader said, turning his head to face the Gems ready to fight him. "Hey guys, the Crystal Gems are here!" The other masked snakes all stopped what they were doing and politely greeted the Gems, ignoring the fact that just now they were holding everyone at Little Homeworld hostage. "Hey wait a sec, shouldn't there be a human sidekick with you? About yay high, inherited his mother's gem and has some serious emotional issues. Ring any bells?"

"Unfortunately, Steven is not with us right now." Pearl declared. "But that won't stop us from taking you down!"

"Then, by all means, come and get us." The snake leader proclaimed before firing from his blaster, only to be deflected by Lapis shielding the Crystal Gems with her water wings. "Watch out, they got a Lapis Lazuli!"

"Everyone spread out and get everyone away from these snakes!" Jasper commanded the other Crystal Gems before spin-dashing straight into the snakes' leader.

"Oh, you think we are snakes, eh?" the leader snake confidently said. "Perhapsss you'd like to ssssee how ssssnake-like we can BE!" Retracting his visor to reveal his reptilian face, the snake bared his fangs and bit Jasper on the neck, causing her to yelp in pain and surprise. "Here I thought you Gems were stronger than that!"

Meanwhile, Pearl and Lapis had enlisted the help of the Lapis twins and the Black Pearl Brigade to fight back against the snakes. "Okay girls, you take the 50 on the left, we'll take the 50 on the right."

"Screw you, we'll take all 100!" Braids of the Black Pearl Brigade yelled as she charged into battle against the snakes.

"That's the spirit!" Zuli exclaimed before turning her wings into a pair of water fists to punch the snakes away. "DORARARARARARARA, DORA!"

"Did you have any idea of where they came from?" Pearl asked Cap while slashing away at a few snakes.

"We have no clue!" Cap exclaimed. "Just this morning, they descended from the sky and said they were going to enslave us all or something. Well, I don't believe I'll ever be a slave again!"

"That's what you think, Pearlie." Another of the snakes said before brandishing a pair of handcuffs and trying to restrain Cap with them, but Nacre and Pearl got in his way. "Unhand me, Gems!"

"We won't let you hurt any of our friends!" Pearl exclaimed.

"You sure about that?" the snake said before pointing with his tail at Garnet, Amethyst, White Topaz, and Bismuth already restrained, with Peridot and Jasper on the run. "Face it, ladies, you're all coming with us now."

"To where?" Laz asked before she was quickly taken down.

"To meet your makers, that is." The snake smirked with a hiss. "Cuff 'em, boys!" At his command, the invading snakes had all of the Crystal Gems herded onto their ship in handcuffs and forced onboard along with dozens of other abducted aliens for yet unknown purposes.

"How did we get defeated so easily?!" Jasper roared furiously. "I could've sworn we had them in the bag!"

"I don't know, they ran circles around us!" Peridot replied nervously. "And they said we were going to meet our makers or something! What does that mean?"

"It means we have a special friend waiting for you in our world." The snake carrying Peridot under his arm like a large package said before speaking into a wrist communicator. "Maverick to Goose, how are things holding up on Homeworld?"

---

"Goose to Maverick, we got 'em pretty easily." Another snake soldier stationed on Homeworld replied. "Turns out they shut down their entire military at the beginning of Era 3 except for a few mercenaries. It's like they were asking for us to overpower them!"

"I want a lawyer, I want a doctor! I want a cheese sandwich!" Spinel yelled as she was tied up into a ball by a pair of snakes and rolled onboard their ship.

"You won't get away with his, Slytherophidians!" Yellow Diamond yelled as the Diamonds were given a special cell on the ship to accommodate their massive size. "The Crystal Gems will find you and you will soon pay!"

"Oh, don't get too cocky, because no one will miss you once you get slaughtered in the Contest of Champions." Goose sneered. "Guess that's what you get for slaughtering thousands over the years, trying to cover it up by saying you never destroyed a planet with sentient life, and brushed it all under the rug just because that pink brat is somehow still alive."

"Wait, a cover-up?" Yellow Pearl asked as she, Blue Pearl, and Volleyball were carted into a cell.

"Of course, there was a cover-up!" Goose explained. "What, you're their Pearls, you mean to tell me they don't trust you with any dark secrets? Oh wait, you're their Pearls, so they don't trust you with anything except standing around and looking cute."

"Hessonite, were you involved in this cover-up or whatever?" Citrine asked Hessonite in their cell.

"Yes, I did indeed lie about how some planets were completely barren once or twice," Hessonite admitted. "Like for example, remember what happened to Hosnian Prime?"

"I thought that was completely barren when you fired that giant laser at it," Citrine replied before the realization dawned on her. "Oooohhhhh noooooo."

"Yes, that was a part of us we refused to bring up for ages now." White Diamond declared. "I don't want to think of how Steven would react."

"We're already on thin ice with him as is, as the saying goes." Blue Diamond agreed.

"Okay, enough chit-chat, let's get this ship flying!" Goose commanded his subordinates as he pounded on the ship and ordered the vessel to start flying away from the Gem Homeworld.

---

Meanwhile, Maverick was piloting the ship that the Crystal Gems were on while his squad kept watch over their various extraterrestrial prisoners. In each specialized cell, their respective prisoners were kept under lock and key to prevent anyone from rebelling. In the Crystal Gems' cell, Pearl's face was pressed up against the glass barrier as a large hologram of an anthropomorphic king cobra dressed in regal attire activated to make an announcement.

"Good day to all my prisoners!" the snake greeted the reluctant passengers. "I am King Cobralan Jormagundr, the supreme ruler of the Slytherophidians of Serpentes, and I welcome you as the next generation of combatants in the Serpentes Contest of Champions! For those not in the know, we Slytherophidians live for gladiatorial combat, so we abduct species from across the universe to compete for our people's amusement. This was a tradition started eons ago by my beloved ancestor King Serpentes I, whom our beautiful planet was named for."

As King Cobralan continued explaining, he began presenting pictures of the Slytherophidians' home planet, which Pearl observed to have a fantasy-like architecture that seemed like a heavy mix of Indian, Egyptian, and Roman aesthetics. "You'll all be taken here to the Ouroborium, a very special arena built to suit the environments and needs of our competitors. And speaking of which, if you mess up or aren't seen as entertaining enough, there will be consequences."

To demonstrate, the scene changed to a pair of robots fighting each other before one of them suddenly blew up. And there was much rejoicing. "But don't you worry your pretty little heads, y'all!" Cobralan continued. "That's reserved for if everyone really hates you and wants you dead. But what are the odds of that happening, eh? And for our Gem friends in particular, we'll be keeping a close eye on you through your new producer! Give it up for the lovable Bialyoom Milamin and his beautiful assistant Meinerr!"

Automated clapping sounds began playing as a blue-skinned, birdlike humanoid in a fancy suit stepped forward along with a bronze-skinned woman in a power suit with her hair in a tight bun. "These two shall be your talent agents for the duration of your stay here, now play nice with them. And speaking of which, here we are on Serpentes now!"

Indeed, the ship had finally landed on the planet of the Slytherophidians, where the Gems would be forced into the biggest battle of their lives.

"I-do-declare, it-is-an-utmost-pleasure-to-be-serving-you-today-Crystal-Gems!" Bialyoom greeted the Gems. True to his last name, he was literally speaking a mile a minute. "I-had-served-as-producer-to-such-interesting-competitors-before-in-my-long-career, but-never-before-had-I-ever-dreamed-of-meeting-you!"

"Uh, could you repeat just about everything you said?" Amethyst asked, not understanding a word Bialyoom just said.

"You'll have to excuse my partner here, his species all talk faster than light." Meinerr apologized on Bialyoom's behalf before explaining herself. "What he is trying to say is that you are among the most unique competitors he has ever sponsored. With us, you are entitled to full merchandising and sponsorship rights for the duration of your stay, or however long you last in the games."

"Celebrity status again?" Pearl groaned disdainfully at the thought. "Look, we didn't even ask for this, we just wanted to live a normal, quiet life away from all of this. We literally just had this same escapade not too long ago!"

"Ah, so-you-have-experience-then!" Bialyoom exclaimed delightedly. "Then-you'll-fit-in-just-fine! Now-come-with-us, we-shall-show-you-to-your-accommodations!" As the ship landed in Serpentes's capital city of Alethinophidia, the Crystal Gems were escorted out and paraded through a crowd of cheering snakes toward the Ouroborium. In the near distance, another ship landed, and out came the Diamonds, but unlike the Crystal Gems, they were met with scorn and prejudice.

"Gems? This planet has really gone to the dogs." An elderly Slytherophidian in the crowd muttered disdainfully.

"That would require there to be dogs, to begin with!" another elderly Slytherophidian joked, causing the two to laugh at their joke.

---

At the Ouroborium, the Crystal Gems were shown to a rather lavish room where they'll be staying on Serpentes. There was a large chandelier hanging over them, a positively gorgeous rug beneath their feet, and all around them were paintings depicting the Slytherophidian royal family throughout the years. "Nice place we got here." White Topaz muttered in amazement. "I wish we could stay here forever!"

"Don't get too excited, we've been forced here against our will," Garnet said while sitting down on one of the plush couches. "Ooh, this is a nice couch. What material is it?"

"Some of the finest leathers in all of Serpentes," Meinerr answered. "But don't get too comfy, your first big battle is coming very soon!" She pulled out a tablet and began reading off of it. "You shall be pitted against three Metals in the competition, and it is absolutely recommended you slay them to gain the audience's approval."

"Wait, the Metals?! As in our ancient relatives created from the same cosmic deity, the Metals?!" Peridot exclaimed. "You have no idea what slaying them will do to our relationship with them, you clod!"

"Hey, we-don't-make-the-rules-here-Gems!" Bialyoom shrugged as a pair of snake guards grabbed Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl and escorted them out of the room. "Now-go-on-and-make-us-proud!"

---

Soon, the original three Crystal Gems were taken into the Ouroborium, where true to what King Cobralan said, it was a massive arena filled with throngs of cheering snakes all excited about the carnage that was about to take place. Towering above their subjects in a special box was what Pearl assumed to be the royal family of Serpentes, including their ruler King Cobralan Jormagundr. Alongside him were Queen Constricta, a female constrictor snake sitting on a throne alongside her husband, and their two children; a female Indian cobra named Naja and a male black mamba named Nosiop, Captain Boa and Pyth, an Indian python who served as the family's grand vizier.

"Ah, there they are." Cobralan hissed with a smile. "I see they've made themselves comfortable. Naja, my darling daughter, would you care to introduce them to our adoring fans?"

"It would be my honor, Father." Naja smiled back at her father before grabbing a microphone with her tail and tossing it into her hand. "Welcome adoring fans of all scales to the 420,000th annual Serpentes Contest of Champions!"

"420, nice," Amethyst smirked before Pearl shot her a glare. "Come on, they knew what they were doing!"

"For this contest, we have some very special guests fighting for our entertainment here today!" Naja declared. "Please put your hands, tails, and other limbs together for the Crystal Gems!" The reception to the Crystal Gems was rather mixed. Many were excited to see such intergalactic celebrities on Serpentes today, but tons of others were eager to see Gems get the karma they deserve for the chaos they brought over thousands of years. "We have been keeping an eye on our ancient foes for eons, always plotting to invite them here but never quite catching up with them. But that all changes today! Which reminds me, our guests should find their opponents very familiar! Give it up for the Metals!"

The crowd began going wild as Titanium, Mercury, and Gold were forced out into the arena by Slytherophidian guards to combat Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl. "The Crystal Gems, we meet at last." Titanium declared morosely. "I hope this won't damage our relationship with the rest of your kind."

"Man, I always wanted to fight one of you guys!" Gold said eagerly, only for Mercury to give him a gentle slap on the head.

"You realize that if we lose here, we'll die, right?" Mercury cautioned the young Metal. "Hopefully they can go easy on us."

"Face front, true believers, for we are about to witness history in the making!" Jiross, a Slytherophidian commentator in a cowboy hat exclaimed. "The Gems versus the Metals, which of these sister races shall come out on top and settle this age-old debate?!"

"Well, here we are today to answer that question once and for all!" the second commentator Michauffer added. "LET'S GET READY TO RUUUUUUMBLEEEEEE!"

"So we're all in agreement that we should go easy on the Metals, right?" Amethyst asked the other Crystal Gems as their battle against the Metals began.

"Agreed." Garnet complied with the smaller Gem's idea while clashing fists with Titanium. "We need to get to the bottom of this and quick."

"Makes me wonder how Steven is doing," Pearl stated as she was pitted against Mercury. "He must be worried sick about us."

---

High above the arena where the carnage has begun, the Jormagundr royal family spectated the fight from above, each displaying a variety of emotions. Naja was hyperventilating from the stress of opening up such a big event with Boa there to comfort her, Constricta remained stoic to hide her devilish smile, Cobralan eagerly watched the Gems fight for their lives, and Nosiop reclined in his chair with a bored expression on his face. "Father, must we force these Gems onto our planet instead of visiting them in person?"

"Come on son, it's tradition!" Cobralan merrily said to his son. "Live a little and enjoy the fight!"

"I agree, but can't we break tradition just this once?!" Nosiop objected. "Come on, let's conquer a planet or two!"

"Nosey, dearie, we're already the rulers of an entire galactic empire, what would a few planets change?" Constricta stated, stroking her son's back with her tail just as she saw Garnet clock Titanium in the face. "Ooh, right in the kisser!"

"And of course, nobody understands me." Nosiop rolls his eyes before turning his head away from the action to face his family's advisor. "They just don't get it, we should be out there enslaving and conquering, not sitting here and forcing species to come to us!"

"Oh, don't be so sad, my boy." Pyth purred with a hand on the angry prince's nose. "Perhaps there are other ways we can convince them, mark my words."

"Everyone, look!" Captain Boa shouted as he pointed towards the Crystal Gems having beaten the Metals at last. "Alright Naja, now's your time again!"

"Oh, right!" Naja nervously said before picking up the microphone again. "It seems the Metals have been taken down for the count! Now, what do we say when that happens?!"

"FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM!" the audience chanted vigorously, eager to see some heads roll. "FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM!"

"AS SQUAMATA AS MY WITNESS, IT'S OFF WITH HIS HEAD!" Jiross yelled excitedly.

"FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM!" the snakes continued chanting for the Gems to slay the Metals once and for all and win this round. However, the Crystal Gems quickly came to a decision.

"No!" Pearl announced. "We will never take a life for your entertainment!" Unfortunately for the Gems, the spectators weren't pleased and began booing them instead.

"Go back to Earth, you hippies!" one of the audience members jeered before throwing a block of cheese at Amethyst, who quickly caught it in her mouth.

"See, told you the Gems wouldn't kill." One of the hecklers said to his elderly friend.

"How can somebody die when they're barely alive?" the other heckler stated before the two laughed.

---

"Well, this is an interesting development," Cobralan smirked before taking the microphone from his daughter. "As king, I shall allow this even if it means breaking the rules a little. We wouldn't want such special guests to have their time cut short."

"Are you serious right now?!" Nosiop yelled angrily. "They aren't even respecting the rules! We should have them executed on the spot at once!"

"Come on Nosey, just let Dad handle this." Naja tried calming her big brother down.

"No, I will not allow any breaking of our rules to go unpunished like this!" Nosiop continued yelling before Pyth put a scaly hand on the prince's shoulder.

"Just let it go, young man. Now come with me." Pyth said calmingly before the grand vizier took Nosiop away. "We have much to discuss."

---

"What-was-the-meaning-of-this?!" Bialyoom yelled angrily. "You-can't-just-decide-not-to-kill-your-opponent-like-that! It's-unheard-of!"

"Let us tell you what else is unheard of." Garnet firmly stated to Bialyoom. "We would never kill anybody for entertainment, especially if they were begging for their lives."

"We understand your fears Crystal Gems, but know that your approval rating means everything on Serpentes," Meinerr explained while presenting the Crystal Gems with a tablet demonstrating just that. "And wouldn't you know it, it's falling pretty quick."

"No matter what you tell us, we won't obey!" Pearl exclaimed. "But would it be okay if we just knocked out our opponents and let them live?"

"Oh, look at that. The Crystal Gems refuse to listen to anyone but themselves." Aquamarine smirked as she, Eyeball, Holly Blue, Cinnabar, and Andesine entered the Crystal Gems' room.

"Ugh, these guys." Bismuth rolled her eyes. "What do the Rutile Rebels want now?"

"For the record, we have now called ourselves the Andesine Armada." Andesine stated. "On account of our former leader being too much of a coward to continue guiding us before she abandoned us and ran off."

"Hey, I thought we agreed that we were going to call ourselves the Aquamarine Militia!" Aquamarine snapped at Andesine.

"No, I distinctly remember that our new name was going to be the Agate Gang!" Holly Blue yelled at the other rebel Gems.

"This arguing is getting us nowhere." Cinnabar quickly shut everyone up. "What we're trying to say is that we could lose our lives in these games. If you don't toughen up and start killing a few people, you will very well be killed. Which is why we've taken the initiative and started taking a few lives for ourselves."

"That-reminds-me, Amethyst-and-Pearl-have-a-fight-coming-up-against-the-Decimator-and-Earthos, two-of-the-deadliest-fighters-in-the-galaxy!" Bialyoom stated. "Now-go-go-go-make-us-proud!"

"The Decimator? He sounds awesome!" Amethyst cheered as she and Pearl were forced out of their room and back into the arena. "Can't wait to see how he decimates us!"

"Amethyst!" Pearl yelled.

---

"Well, it seems that our Gem friends are back for another round." Jiross declared as Pearl and Amethyst were forced back into the arena, this time against the Decimator, a massive, tattooed warrior wielding a pair of blades connected by an iron chain, and Earthos, a wolverine-like alien with sharp iron claws. "In this corner, we have the Decimator, one of the most fearsome warriors in the universe who is feared for rampaging across five galaxies in search of his enemies, and Earthos, who can make claws out of iron sand beneath his feet!"

"I have butchered millions across countless moons." The Decimator boomed in a deep, intimidating voice.

"We are totally ill-equipped for this." Pearl quivered in fear of the Decimator before Amethyst took her hand.

"Not entirely!" Amethyst exclaimed before twirling Pearl around and causing the two of them to glow, culminating in them fusing into Opal.

"And it looks like we got ourselves a fusion here, folks!" Michauffer exclaimed. "Looks like an Opal too, with those multiple arms and the bow and arrow! Jiross, what are your thoughts?"

"It's gonna be a slobberknocker!" Jiross yelled at Opal aimed down her sights and fired straight at the Decimator's eye, but he dodged just in time and the arrow accidentally stabbed a Slytherophidian in the audience. "Ooh, talk about a sorry excuse for aiming straight and true!"

"Dammit, let me handle this!" Earthos snarled as he formed claws of iron sand on his hands and began slashing at Opal, giving her a few scratches in the process but nothing too serious. "That's right, away you go!"

"On your left!" Opal cried before launching an arrow up into the air, making Earthos wonder if she was crazy or something. However, the arrow quickly returned to the Ouroborium and stabbed Earthos in his left side, knocking him out for the count. "And as for you."

"This should be easy." The Decimator said confidently while cracking his knuckles and throwing his blades at Opal, but she nimbly dodged them as they smashed to the ground, climbing her way up the giant's body and dodging more of his attacks. "Hold still, little fusion!"

"Not a chance!" Opal yelled as she did a spinning kick to the Decimator's face, sending him falling to the ground directly on top of one of the bleachers, crushing numerous spectators in the process. "Oh my goodness, I didn't realize there were innocents there!"

"Now you're getting it." The Decimator laughed weakly as he lay defeated. "Now finish me."

The chanting started again. "FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM! FINISH HIM!"

"The answer's still no!" Opal proclaimed, sticking true to the Crystal Gems' principles even when the Slytherophidians started booing yet again.

"Can't please everybody," Pearl said as she and Amethyst unfused and began leaving.

"Life goes on, but I believe we'll forever carry the pain on the inside, P," Amethyst added. "Got it from that janitor on TV."

---

"Why are we still allowing this?!" Nosiop yelled angrily at Opal's refusal to kill the Decimator, even though their battle had unknowingly claimed the lives of hundreds. "We should execute them immediately; this is an utter affront to our warrior culture!"

"Oh come now Nosiop, you're being too overbearing," Cobralan stated with a laugh. "Those Gems will be very important to us when the time comes, but in the meantime, we can just enjoy the festivities."

"Your Highness, we have a message from our deep cover agent on Earth!" a Slytherophidian servant yelled as he raced to his liege and presented a crackling communicator. "He says Steven Universe is coming!"

"Is he now?" Cobralan smiled as he picked up the communicator and started speaking into this. "Hello Aescul, I trust that you completed your mission?"

"Yes Milord, I have Steven on my ship as we speak, along with a few extra passengers," Aescul replied. "We'll be within Serpentes airspace in just a few moments."

"Wonderful! It'll truly be an honor to meet Steven at last!" Cobralan laughed while his son rolled his eyes.

"If he's anything like the other Gems, I'm not holding my breath," Nosiop said before Cobralan put the communicator down and began leaving. "Where are you going?"

"To visit our special friend, so to speak," Cobralan answered, knowing that his son and heir knew what he was talking about. "Gather the rest of the family, my boy." He then snuck away into a hidden chamber within the castle to meet with this special friend.

"The one called Universe is upon us," Cobralan said as Nosiop, Naja, Constricta, Boa, and Pyth stood before a large shadowy figure. "Soon, he will tell us all that he knows."

---

Seriously, who is this guy that the royal family keeps talking to?! Well, I'm the only one who knows the answer, but I'm not telling until the time is right! In the meantime, keep those theories a-coming and I'll see you next time!

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Extra-party fun

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49926457 by SamaelSphinx When Derek and Boyd, tired of the loud party, decide for to go for a more quiet spot to enjoy a nice bonding between Alpha and Beta, there were three unpredictable things: a) Derek had such a BWC b) Derek could be capable of cheating c) Behind Boyd's layers, there was a hidden lover of BWC, just waiting to be discovered. Words: 3329, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 24 of Cheating Derek Hale Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Vernon Boyd/Derek Hale Additional Tags: Cheating, Cheating Derek Hale, Anal Sex, Creampie, Derek Hale Has a Big Dick, Top Derek Hale, Bottom Vernon Boyd, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Vernon Boyd read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/49926457

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sterek · 6 years ago

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Oh shit. I just made a post abt Emmas blog, and cobrilee sent me to u. Im on the same boat as the last anon. 1 of my oldest/favorite blogs...😭😭

Yeah it really fucking sucks :( she finally got in contact with an actual human from support but they are completely missing the point that the hacker changed her email so... it’s going great *sigh*

#it's not that hard to understand that her email was changed #like seriously staff #IT WAS C H A N G E D #stiles bottom beta #asks

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bonniebird · 2 years ago

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Your mouth fell open as you walked into the apartment. Malia’s new car had some kind of issue because of the cold and she had called you early in the morning to help her out. It turned out that the key wouldn’t connect to the car to start it because of the cold.

You had no idea that it could be a ruse for Derek to… well do this. Looking around the apartment, it was decorated in a holiday theme from top to bottom. Every inch of the apartment was decorated. All the gifts were now wrapped and piled neatly into bags, each bag labelled for each person. You could smell food cooking and see piles of cookies in boxes.

“Hey!” Derek said. He was followed by Scott, Stiles and Isaac who all looked surprised that you’d arrived.

“Malia didn’t text me to say (Y/N) was on the way.” Scott muttered and you smiled.

“Why did you do all this by yourselves?” You asked as you set down your bags. You’d stopped at a store on the way home to get more gifts.

"I noticed that the holiday preparation had stressed you out and you were getting pretty tired so I wanted to do something special for you." Derek answered as he set down the things in his arms. “I figured maybe I could do this for you.”

“Well it does mean I can get things finished tomorrow instead of the day after and I’ll have a free day.” You said and grinned at him. “Thank you.”

The two of you gravitated to each other and Isaac groaned.

“If you two are going to start making out I’m leaving.” He said loudly. Derek made a dismissive gesture and you laughed as they all hurried out leaving you and Derek alone.

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starshipsofstarlord · 4 years ago

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Win

stiles stilinski x reader / masterlist

summary; a little pre game warm up never hurt anyone / warnings; smut, handjob, orgasm denial, fantasies, dirty talk, swearing

His cock leaked in you palm, as you ran your skilled hand over it, your thumb swiping over the tip as he released a desperate whine, burrowing his head back into the head rest of his driver’s seat. Stiles was at your mercy, ruining his bottom lip with the prying of his teeth, as he desperately tried to buck his hips up into your grip.

Each of his hands were sternly wrapped around the circumference of the wheel, his knuckles turning white as he relentlessly held onto it. It served as a source of relief, he was able to take his prominent frustration out on the battled steering device as he breathily sighed, his amber orbs screwing shut as he mumbled your name.

“Fuck. Shit. Don’t stop.” You had not intention of doing so, and thus you sped up your pace, watching him as he inhaled heavily through his nose, his dark brows furrowing as he felt close. And then, you stopped, denying him of such an end to the pleasure. “Fuck.” The syllable was elongated, drenched in disappointment as he hit his forehead against the top of the steering wheel.

“Something wrong baby?” You smiled, tenderly running your precum slathered hand over his tense shoulder, him slightly shivering from the soft contact, that poised strongly against the treatment that he had just gotten from you.

“No.” He steadied his breathing pattern, pulling his flushed face back, and hollowing his cheeks in dismissal of thought. He knew your intent, he knew it was well, but it still wasn’t good enough. Not when he wanted nothing more than to fuck you in the backseat of his jeep, until the windows were pent up with steam, and the vehicle was having trouble remaining stiff on its wheels.

“You’re going to win that game, aren’t you? If you do, then you’ll get your surprise.” Clasping your fingers in the sides of your shirt, your heaved the fabric gently up, watching as his eyes ogled, filled with supple desire, and some drool leaking out of the corner of his chapped lips.

“Yeah, imma win.” He was certain of it, you were giving him all the control that he needed. From the leather bra that resembled the outfit that catwoman often adorned herself in, messy stitching purposely running up the seams, it was full reassurance that the competing team was going down.

And then he would go down on you, and discover the matching underwear, that was surely loose around your hips, with various strings hanging from the sides, to make an appearance of disarray upon the sultry and figure hugging component.

“Good. Because I wouldn’t want to have to spent all this money on this little treat for nothing. I could reuse the cat ears that are in my bag for halloween, but this set, well I’d never get a refund. And you wouldn’t deserve to see them, now would you?”

“No.” He firmly spoke, feeling himself grow hard in his lacrosse shorts once more, as his feet tapped frustratedly on the floor of the jeep. You dropped your shirt down, leaning over the console and kissing his cheek.

“Win baby, then we can ditch the after party. Might even let you fuck me in the locker room.” Winking at him, he felt his mouth gape at the half filled promise. His tongue swirled in his mouth at the thought, as his eyes flickered over your whole demeanour, attempting to read the supposition and how it ran over your form.

“The girl’s locker room?” He asked hopefully, being met with you flirtatiously batting your eyelashes, nodding with a prominent grin contorting your face. “Fuck yes.”

“I know you’ve never been in there, but it’s a fantasy of yours. But imagine being allowed to come in there, huh. Sounds good, doesn’t it?” There was a teasing edge locked onto your words, and Stiles wasn’t sure that he would last until after the game.

“Better than good y/n/n.” He sighed, leaning his head back. “I’m gonna go out there and bust, I can’t fucking stop thinking about fucking you in the little girl’s room.”

“So I’m a little girl now?” You contemptibly asked, grazing your hand upon his thigh, until you grabbed his cock, rolling the girth around in your grip.

“No. Definitely not.” His face was flushed as he painted prolifically. “Just wanna see your tight cunt, feel it wrapped around me, squeezing me til I explode. All that’s on my mind now.”

“That’s a shame, cause your dad is gonna be watching your game. It wouldn’t be fair would it, if I allowed you to go out on the pitch all hot and hard, would it?” Wildly, Stiles shook his head, surveying you through half lidded eyes as you tucked your hair out your face, and ducked your head, pressing a kiss onto the pale skin of his thigh.

Your teeth pinched the flesh, extracting a gasp from the lacrosse player, your tongue darting out to lap at his balls. His lips pursed together as he tried to stifle his moans, his hands flying to the dash before him, as he endured the texture of your tongue swiping upon him.

With your right hand, you found purchase on his cock, tugging once more at his length. As you did so, he sputtered out praised, though that was usually not his forfeit, but you allowed his mistake to slip, this once at least.

“Do you want to cum before the match Sti?” He whined, allowing you to continue pleasuring him, unaware of what the consequences would be if he accepted your offer. It was not you just being gracious, it was practically vandalism of his body.

Stiles wasn’t sure he’d survive in Beacon Hills much longer if you were to treat him so vigorously. He felt like a bomb, prepared to convert damage in his surroundings all for one goal, and that was to find some bliss within all this madness.

“Yes. Please. Baby I need to- uh. Shit, shit, shit baby, I can’t-“ you ran your tongue over his spilt milk, lapping it up with kitten licks, as your y/e/c eyes stared ruthlessly up at him. His seed coated your tongue like molten gold, and with such greed, you gulped every shovel of the substance down, holding your smirk at bay until you were finished cleaning him up.

“Too bad, you’re not gonna get any release later tonight though. Guess painting the walls of my locker room white is no longer on the table, you’ll just have me purring instead. Good thing I know where they keep the canes for the bad boys.” Stiles froze, instantly regretting ever considering you would gift him out of mercy.

Before he could retaliate with wet eyes, or blubbery responses, your eyes drifted away, and to the lock screen of your phone, your tongue swiping over your lip, as you contently put it back away. “If you wanna win for me, you’re gonna have to go now babes. I’ll see you on the field, m’kay?”

He couldn’t refuse your kiss, not as you leant towards him, and pressed your lips upon his own. The taste of himself wasn’t so horrific, he rather enjoyed having the affects of what you did to him dancing on his tongue. One thing was on his mind, and that was the only priority he had; it didn’t matter if there was a darach in the local premises, carrying out sacrifices.

It was his aim to win, either way, he couldn’t be an example of a virgin sacrifice, not considering you had so blatantly offered to take the weight on his shoulders with a shrug, and proceeded to do much more than just that. Even if he wasn’t allowed to cum again tonight, he was still eager to claim his prize, after all, it was one of his hormonal dreams, that could play out into reality, so perfectly, and filthily.

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farfromharry · 3 years ago

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Summary: You finally admit your feelings for Stiles and get a better reaction than you’d expected

Stiles Stilinski x reader

w/c 520

You felt so incredibly out of the loop and you hated it more than anything. Ever since Allison had arrived in Beacon Hills it just felt like you’d stopped being included in the inner workings of your own friendship group.

Stiles was never available to hangout anymore, and on the odd occasion he was he usually had to cut it short to go and meet Scott to do something he wasn’t allowed to disclose. And one day your patience just finally ran out with him.

The two of you were studying for a math test in his room, something he’d suggested when he claimed he was really struggling this semester. You’d been happy to help, or just happy to spend time with him. But then just like usual Scott had called and he had to run.

You just asked him where he was going and if he really had to go, and apparently that was too much for him. Now you two were fully arguing over the matter.

“Why are you so worried about what I’m doing and where I'm going?” he snapped. He didn’t want to yell, he didn’t want to get mad at you at all, but you were starting to sound like an overprotective parent and he didn’t understand why you were acting that way. “It’s my life, why do you have to be so-“

You sighed. “I’m in love with you, dumbass.”

His eyes widened comically, and in any other situation you probably would’ve laughed about and poked fun at him. But right now your heart was beating out of your chest, you barely even had the mental capacity to think nevermind start teasing your best friend.

“I don’t understand. Why have you never said anything?” This was something he was unable to grasp. Not once in his life had he ever thought maybe you saw him as more than a best friend, and unfortunately for you, it didn’t seem like he’d never thought about you that way.

“Because it was always Lydia this, and Lydia that. You never even looked my way Stiles, I never stood a chance.” His heart hurt at the crack in your voice, tugging his bottom lip between his teeth as he tried to think of what to say next. Everything you were saying was hurting him, you were still his best friend and he loved you greatly, so to see you hurting hurt him too.

“Y/N I-“ “You don’t feel the same way, I get it.” You were very quick to dismiss him without hearing him out and he simply gave you a defeated look. “Y/N-“

“You don’t have to pity me, Stiles.”

“Can you please just let me speak?”

Your eyes widened slightly, but you complied, shutting your mouth and motioning for him to go ahead. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds. You scoffed, assuming you were just wasting your time and you may as well leave him to it.

He stepped forward and quickly cupped your cheeks, planting his lips on yours and leaving you shocked. “I never said I didn’t love you either.”

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malfoysstilinski · 4 years ago

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goodbye to remember | STILES STILINSKI (smut)

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WORD COUNT: 3.9k

SUMMARY: Stiles is going off to college and Y/N wants to say goodbye properly to her long-term boyfriend.

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, oral (male and female receiving), shower sex, dirty talk, vaginal sex, fingering, dominate stiles, slight cum play, praise, multiple orgasms.

A/N: this was written by me on wattpad in my stiles and harper one shot series (my account is dyiansobrien), but i made it so it’s stiles x reader instead :)

They'd been driving for hours. All Y/N wanted to do was stretch her legs and get some sleep, so she suggested that they pulled over at the nearest motel. Stiles knew it was only sensible, agreeing when they saw the neon lights at the side of the motorway.

Y/N tossed the small bag she had packed for the journey onto the double bed in the middle of the bedroom, stretching her arms as high as she could in the air and yawning loudly. Meanwhile, Stiles was in the bathroom, inspecting whether or not it was clean enough for him to take a shower in it.

"Does it meet your criteria, Stilinski?" The girl called, amusement lacing her tone as she moved over to open the window, letting some fresh air in.

"Just about." His footsteps made Y/N turn around, finding him wandering back into the room while peeling the shirt off of his body.

Stiles revealed his soft abs and the dark hair that lived at the top of his chest and the bottom of his toned stomach. Y/N didn't care if she got caught staring, her teeth absentmindedly clamping down on her bottom lip as she admired how effortlessly attractive her boyfriend was.

Stiles saw. His confidence boosted as he sent her a cocky smirk and moved closer to the y/h/c-haired girl, placing his large hands on her hips. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat, her gaze flickering from the chest that was practically shoved into her face to his eyes.

He was already staring down at her, smiling. Stiles' hazel eyes twinkled as she shifted her hands so that they rested on his chest. They looked dainty against him, her cold fingertips brushing hot skin and making the boy shiver slightly.

"Your hands are freezing," he spoke, his voice barely above a deep murmur.

"Mm, well you're pretty warm," Y/N hummed, running her hands up his chest to snake around his neck, pressing their chests together.

She moved onto her toes so she could press her lips against his. Stiles hummed into her mouth, loving the contact as he kissed back just as eagerly- if not more. His tongue ran across her bottom lip as she opened her mouth, allowing him to deepen the action.

"Y/N," he groaned as he pulled away. "I'm gonna miss this."

Her heart skipped a beat. While she had been thinking about them in the moment, Stiles had been thinking about the future. The future where they would be a time zone and thousands of miles apart. Growing up was a bitch.

"Don't think about that," she whispered against his lips. "This about us. Think about now."

Stiles nodded, his hands sliding up to cup her face. "Shower. Now."

He grabbed her hand, leading her to the bathroom so they could continue their antics elsewhere. His slender fingers reached for the bottom of her jumper, gently pulling it over her head. Her hair sprawled out across her shoulders, a groan escaping Stiles' lips when he realised Y/N wasn't wearing a bra underneath.

Y/N ghosted her hands back down Stiles' chest, her hands brushing past his happy trail until she arrived at the buttons of his khaki pants and started to undo them. Stiles' hand reached down and beneath Y/N’s skirt, then into her panties.

"Stiles," Y/N whimpered, feeling like her body could automatically go limp against him.

He supported her with his other hand, the hand in her underwear dipping down into her folds and finding that she was already wet. Stiles groaned in approval, spreading his fingers and her slick across her, loving the way Y/N gripped his arms tightly.

Stiles' biceps bulged as he dragged his finger from her hole to her clit. He started to rub it agonisingly slow, listening to the shallow breaths coming from the girl in front of him. Her forehead dropped onto his chest and his spare hand reached out, gently grabbing her neck and forcing her back.

"I wanna see your pretty face," Stiles murmured, not stopping the actions on her swelling bud. "I wanna watch your eyes roll back when I make you cum with just my fingers."

"Please, Stiles," Y/N nodded eagerly, feeling the thumb of the hand he had wrapped around her neck start to trace her jawline. "I wanna cum for you."

The hazel-eyed boy quickened the movements on her clit, slipping his thumb into Y/N’s mouth. He nearly moaned out loud as she started to suck around him, her y/c/e eyes wide and innocent. Stiles thumbed at her bud before he pressed his fingers against her hole again.

She was so much wetter than before, her slick coating his fingers as he pushed his middle finger inside her. Y/N’s actions faltered for a moment as Stiles retracted his thumb from her mouth, brushing her spit across her skin as he held her neck again.

"You want another one?" Stiles asked, sliding in and out of her with ease.

"Yes, yes," she nodded quickly, her words failing her for a moment or two. "Please, more. Inside me."

"Anything you ask, princess," Stiles breathed against her ear as he slid another finger inside of her hole.

She already felt so tight around him, her eyes flickering shut as she squeezed his digits unintentionally. Stiles worked to scissor her open better, fingers rubbing her walls and thrusting in and out slowly. Pants were falling from Y/N’s lips.

He knew this wasn't enough for Y/N. They liked it hard and fast, she couldn't just cum from this, no matter how good it felt. Stiles knew what she liked like the back of his hand.

Pretty soon he was adding a third finger and Y/N was gasping, hands slinging behind his neck. Stiles let her fall into him for a moment or two, feeling her legs shake beneath her. They didn't normally do this standing up, but Stiles wanted to see how far he could push her.

His hand was back around her neck as he pushed her against the bathroom wall.

"Eyes on me," Stiles instructed.

He began to thrust the three fingers even faster, much to Y/N’s relief. She squealed when he hit the spot inside her that she loved, her hand reaching to grab his wrist wrapped around her neck.

"Faster," Y/N begged. "Please, faster. Stiles."

Her moans and whimpers pushed him further. Stiles' thumb played with her clit as he fingered her, grip tightening around her neck. Y/N groaned at the sensation, feeling waves of arousal gush from her every now and then. The coil in her stomach was tightening, her hole pulsing around Stiles' digits.

"You gonna cum?" Stiles hummed. "Cum for me, Y/N. Cum around my fingers."

Y/N felt herself let go, her vision going slightly fuzzy as Stiles fucked his fingers into her relentlessly. She nearly screamed, loud yells echoing her lips as he fucked her through her high, leaving the girl a panting mess.

"Good girl," Stiles breathed, watching as her chest heaved as he finally let her fall against him properly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

He let Y/N catch her breath for a few moments before he started to edge them towards the shower. Stiles climbed into the tub before he grabbed Y/N and lifted her inside, steadying her from where her legs were slightly shaking. He reached for the dial and turned the water on, the two of them immediately getting sprayed by the weak pressure of the motel shower.

Y/N wanted to repay Stiles, her hands running down his hips before her right hand wrapped around his cock. Stiles hissed out in a mixture of pleasure and surprise, looking down as he watched her expertly pump his length. She was looking him in the eye like she was doing nothing wrong, the innocent look on her face making Stiles groan.

He leaned down and pressed their lips together, hungrily kissing her as he felt his cock grow harder in her touch. Her small hands felt much better than his own, her thumb swiping at the precum as it leaked from excitement. Her other hand moved down to cup his balls, gently playing with them and Stiles had to pull away to moan, the sound like music to Y/N’s ears.

Naturally, she loved to be the one beneath Stiles, but she couldn't deny that she loved making him putty in her hands. Y/N worked her hand up and down his shaft before she slowly dropped down onto her knees, finding herself right in front of his manhood. One of Stiles' hands reached around to hold her hair while the other was planted against the tiled wall, keeping him stable.

"Fuck, Y/N," he moaned.

He looked down, wishing he could take a picture of the sight in front of him as Y/N took the tip of his cock into his mouth, playing with him as she slowly worked her hand up and down the rest of his length. As she started to hollow her cheeks and take more of him inside her mouth, Stiles' body tensed and he released shuddering sounds, making Y/N look up.

He had his head tilted back in pleasure, a large hand yanking her hair a little tighter when she took him in as far as she possibly could. Y/N ended nearly all seven and a half inches in her mouth, bobbing her head and ignoring the slurping sounds that could be heard over the echoing of the water crashing around them and Stiles' breathy moans.

"Fuck, just like that," Stiles kept repeating, absentmindedly thrusting his hips a little.

Y/N held onto his hips hollowing her cheeks as she pulled off of him. "Fuck my mouth," she pleaded with him.

Stiles swore he could have cum just from her words. None of their friends would have ever imagined them having such a kinky sex life, but their relationship wasn't just cuddling and watching films. They were horny teenagers who trusted each other perhaps too much and had been together for years, all they wanted to do was experiment with each other.

He obeyed what Y/N had said, holding the back of Y/N’s head to keep her still. She kept her mouth open for him and started to thrust back and forth, listening to her slight choking sounds as she swallowed around him every now and then, squeezing his cock and pushing him further and further towards his climax. Stiles could feel himself about to cum already, and she'd only been sucking his cock about six minutes.

"I'm gonna cum," Stiles groaned. "Where do you want it?"

Y/N took one hand off of his hip to pat her face and Stiles nearly grinned, thrusting a few more times before he quickly pulled out of her warm mouth. He jerked his cock a few times and groaned loudly as his cum spurted from the tip, washing over Y/N’s face and neck. Stiles didn't stop until he was sure there was no cum left, feeling himself grow soft.

Y/N hummed as she stood up from her knees, wiping the cum from her face with her fingertips and guiding them into her mouth. Stiles groaned when she put them in her mouth and started to suck, wondering if Y/N could get anymore perfect. The water was starting to wash his cum away from her skin, but he reached for a bit on her cheek and put his finger in her mouth, letting her suck that too. She did it-- eagerly.

Stiles could feel himself growing hard again and he had only cum a minute ago. He was pretty sure he would never get tired of fucking Y/N. It was always something different. She was always doing something new to surprise him, or he was always begging to try a new position or kink he'd seen online. Y/N was always so willing too.

It was all too perfect.

He pressed Y/N against the wall and tangled themselves together once more, letting the water flow down their naked bodies. One of Stiles' large palms reached to cup Y/N’s breast, squeezing it slightly before he started to tease at her nipple, making her back arch off of the tiles.

Their chests pressed against each other and Y/N groaned at the feeling of her nipples against Stiles' bare skin. His hands moved down her back and grabbed her ass, squeezing her cheeks before he smacked one. She jolted against him.

"I love your ass," Stiles murmured against her ear. "And your beautiful tits. And your hips."

His hands travelled across her skin, igniting flames with his fingertips. Y/N grabbed his hand before he could cup her breast again, sending him a pleading look.

"No more teasing, Stiles. Please," she begged.

She brought his large hand down to her pussy, making him cup it. Stiles had to hold back a groan as he felt how soaked she was, tracing his finger back through Y/N’s folds. The girl could never get enough— she couldn't have sex unless she had multiple orgasms, whether it was from his actual cock inside her or if he used his hands and mouth.

"So wet for me," Stiles said, dragging his finger back and forth.

He used his other hand to reach up and turn the shower off before he picked her up by her backside. Y/N squealed a little, wrapping her legs around him as Stiles brought them out of the bathroom and headed to the bed.

He flung her down onto the mattress and then used his arms to swipe their belongings onto the floor, wincing when he heard what sounded like a phone smacking the carpet.

Y/N shot him a look, but he just shrugged and kneeled down onto the floor, grabbing Y/N’s thighs. Stiles yanked her towards the edge of the bed and Y/N knew to rest her legs on his shoulders as his fingers worked at her pussy once more.

"You want my tongue this time?" He asked huskily.

When Y/N whimpered but didn't reply, Stiles pulled his hand back and then smacked her clit— not too hard but enough to send a jolt of pain and pleasure through the girl who whispered again, but even louder.

"Answer me," Stiles ordered.

"Yes, yes, yes," Y/N agreed, nodding her head furiously. "Please fuck me with your tongue, Stiles. Let me cum on your tongue."

"Mhm," he groaned, hot breath hitting her soaking heat. "Good girl."

Y/N’s back arched when she felt his tongue plant itself against her pussy. It moved flat through her folds, his button nose nuzzling against her clit and causing her to whimper. Stiles worked his way up from the hole to her clit and when he found the swollen nub, he made swirling motions with his tongue around it, teasing her.

"Please," she panted, hands detaching from the sheets to tangle in Stiles' dark hair, tugging a little.

He moaned against her, the vibrations making Y/N’s legs shake a little and her breathy whimpers grew even louder and less spaced out. Her head was spinning when his mouth finally closed around her clit, sucking and nibbling. He lapped up all of her juices as they came, holding her hips down when she couldn't stop arching her back.

Stiles smoothed his hands up and down her stomach, reaching up to grab her breasts whilst he worked on her clit with his mouth. Y/N felt like she could cry as his fingers pinched at her nipples, large palms squeezing and cupping her tits. She threw her head back and released a loud moan when Stiles nibbled slightly on her, feeling herself grow even wetter, her slick starting to drip down her thighs.

When Stiles was sure that she was close, her breaths less even and her legs squeezing tighter against the sides of his head, he pulled away, making Y/N groan loudly in disbelief. She lay there panting, her hands releasing his hair to tangle with the sheets. Stiles stood up over her, his nearly six-foot figure looming as he swiped at his lips with his fingers and sucked on them a little.

"Mhm," he groaned. "You taste so good, baby."

Y/N’s eyes were a little wide at the action and she leaned up onto her knees at the flash of lightning, wrapping her arms around Stiles' neck. The Stilinski boy barely had a chance to react before she was kissing him hard on the lips and tugging him back down onto the bed. His elbows stopped himself from completely crushing her, but their bodies were still pressed against one another, all sweaty and hot.

Y/N could feel his hard-on pressing against her pussy and her stomach and she rocked her hips up a little to try and cause more friction. Stiles pulled away to hiss a little, looking down at their bodies where his precum had smeared against her skin.

"Fuck me, Stiles," Y/N pleaded. "Just please get inside me. Wanna feel you."

"Whatever you want, princess," Stiles replied, planting one last kiss to her forehead before he pulled back and grabbed his length.

He pumped it a few times before he started to run the head of his cock through Y/N’s folds, collecting all of her slick. Y/N squirmed when he brushed her clit with his dick, groaning when he smacked it against her. Stiles was holding back too, she could tell he wanted to be inside her more than anything right now, so he was going to end up giving in very soon.

After he teased her for a couple of seconds longer, Stiles lined himself up with her hole and pushed the tip inside, watching as Y/N gasped. He groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as he slid in all of the way, right to the hilt and stilling. The girl beneath him sucked a breath in, arms wrapping back around him at the feeling of being so full. She loved it-- Stiles fit her so comfortably like they were made for one another.

Stiles leaned back down and kissed her lips sweetly, the pair just making out for about a minute before Stiles started to rock against her. Y/N whined at the feeling against her clit, looking down to see Stiles pull out and then thrust back in slowly, his cock glistening in her arousal. Stiles' fingers moved out to trace her skin, all of the curves of her body and the scars that she had- the gunshot scar on her shoulder from Matt, the scratches she had from being thrown around by the Ghost Riders before.

"So beautiful," Stiles mumbled, kissing her shoulder and then working his way up to her neck.

Y/N tilted her neck to the side, hands moving to his back as he began to kiss her in the place she loved the most. His thrusts were relatively slow and loving as he kissed and sucked and nibbled at her skin, the sensation making Y/N so much wetter. It was so easy for him to slide in and out of her, she felt so warm and wet. Y/N’s nails were gliding gently up and down Stiles back, nowhere near enough to leave marks but to tickle a little.

Once he'd left a few dark marks against Y/N’s delicate skin, Stiles blew some air onto them and made her clench her eyes shut. He decided that she looked simply stunning beneath him like this, his large hands holding her down as she willingly gave into him, taking and giving everything she could offer to him. Her head hid in his shoulder as he started to pick up the pace a little more, thrusting in and out of her soaking pussy quicker.

"More," Y/N whispered.

"Up," Stiles replied, pulling out of her and making her pout a little.

She hated feeling so empty, but she knew exactly what Stiles wanted. Y/N flipped back so that she was on her hands and knees, arching her back so that her ass was high in the air and the rest of her body was as flat against the mattress as she could get. Stiles smirked at the sight, running his hands up and down her back and tapping his fingers, marvelling at the sight of his beautiful girlfriend.

He thrust back into her. "So tight for me," Stiles moaned, listening to her breathy whimpers. "Does my cock feel good inside you, baby? Who's the only one that can make you feel like this? The only one that gets to see you like this?"

"You, Stiles," Y/N replied quickly, feeling him thrust harder and faster at her words. "You're the only person that can make me cum so hard and get me this wet. It's all for you."

Her boyfriend seemed to appreciate her words, groaning from behind her and tightening his grip on her hips. Y/N gripped the sheets in front of her, her entire body rocking with his harsh thrusts as he slid in and out of her. Each time felt better than the last, the coil in her stomach starting to tighten already. Stiles knew her like the back of his hand and he knew that even if she liked this, she couldn't cum from just his dick inside her.

His slender fingers were sliding beneath her and he yanked her up so that she was pressed against his chest which was sweaty. His other hand reached in between them and he started to make circular motions on Y/N’s sensitive clit. The girl cried out in surprise, her knees starting to tremble from where she kneeled upon them.

"Are you gonna cum again?" Stiles whispered against her ear.

Y/N nodded rapidly. "So close, Stiles. Please."

He jerked his finger in the right way, the combination of his hand and his cock driving Y/N over the edge. Stiles had to hold her together as she came undone around him, her walls clamping down on his member that continued to drive in and out of her. Her pornographic moans and the way she called his name sent Stiles tumbling quickly over the edge too.

"Y/N. Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Stiles groaned, his thrusts growing uneven and sloppy as he came.

Y/N whimpered at how sensitive she felt, clenching around Stiles as he came inside her, his seed spilling and coating her walls. He finally released her, letting her fall down onto the mattress. Stiles pulled out and fell back down next to her, the two of them panting heavily.

When he rolled onto his back, Y/N moved so that she was tucked into his arm, both still breathing heavily as they looked up at the ceiling. Stiles leaned down and pressed a short kiss to the side of her head a few minutes later.

"That was amazing, baby," Stiles murmured.

"Mhm," Y/N agreed. "We should probably actually shower now, huh?"

The hazel-eyed boy laughed and pulled her closer. "Probably."

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stargirlfics · 4 years ago

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hi ms amalia im very h word and i cant fall asleep so allow me to tell you about my filthiest fantasy: a fourway with chris evans, henry cavill, and harry styles

okay so harry is my bf and i tell him abt my filthiest fantasy and he cant say no and be cant deny how hot it makes him to think about me being passed around like a proper slut so he pulls some strings and mext thing you know you’re sitting in yours and harrys living room across from chris and henry establishing the rules; you were only to refer to them as sir, and what the safe words are. they were all going to wear cock rings to make sure that they could give youas many orgasms as you could handle. you started by each one coming into the room and you both coming once before the three of them would fuck you at the same time and overstimulate you.

first in was henry. he started kissing you before laying tou down on the bed. “tap my thigh three times if it gets too much, okay?” he says stripping and straddling your face “yes sir” you say opening your mouth. slowly, henry inches his cock down your throat. “thumbs up if this is okay baby” you raised your thumb “two taps for slower, three for stop, okay?” you nodded, slightly chocking on hiscock. the second you gave him the okay, he starts thrusting into your throat. you could feel how deep he was going and you loved it. you loved the burn in your throat as he thrusted into you. after hes created a rhythm, he reaches down and insterts a finger into you. you jerk up, not expecting it but lovinf it all the same. he keeps thrusting down your neck as he thrusts two fingers into you. he pulls out of your throat and you immediately whine, wanting him back in gour throat “dont worry baby i’ll let you have my cum, just want to taste you first.” he keeps fingering you while bringing his mouth to suck on your clit. you moaned loudly “can i cum sir, oh! please?” “cum baby. wanna taste you” that was all it took for you to have your first orgasm. he licks up your cum before orderinf you to your knees. you get down and he ry finishes fucking your face, cumming in your throat and you swallowed every last drop “such a good girl”

next was harry. you knew that he would want nothing more than to shoce his face between your thighs and that’s exactly what he did. he doce right into your pussy. you were a moaning mess, pulling harder at his hair when he added two fingers. you came quickly, still sensitive from henrys mouth. harry was pleased, wiping his mouth as he stood from his place between your legs.

last was chris. he had you on your back, holding your tits together as he slid his cock between them, you licking at his cock everytime it came through. he came hard all over your face and tits before licking it up and sucking your tits as he fingered you. he pushed his fingers in and out while swirling his tongue around your nipples. you came around his fingers and breathlessly looked at him as he shoved his fingers in your mouth, you suckinf them clean. “what do you say?” “thank you sir”

now all theee of them were in the room and you were on all fours. to start, you felt harry swirl his cock around your arousal before slowly inching into your tightest hole. you moaned as he bottomed out. he smacked your ass roughly “thank you sir” you strained out. next chris filled up your pussy. it felt so good having two thick cocks fill you up. you fell slack against the bed. chris pulled your braids and henry grabbed your face. “dont slouch” chris said smacking your ass. henry spit in your face and said “good girls stay straight up.” “y-yes sir. sorry sir.” “and what do you say for my cock?” chris said smacking your ass again, and harder “t-thank you for your c-cock sir” you stutter out. “ask for it” henry said wavinf his cock in front kf your face “can i have your c-cock please sir?” instead of answering, henry shoved his cock down your throat again. he stiled as you gagged around his length. he tapped your cheek “thank you sir” you gagged around him. “should we show this whore how good we can fuck her?” chris asks. they all start moving in and out of your three holes. they didnt tie your hands so that you could tap three times to sigal that you needed to stop. but how could you? you felt so full. “so fucking tight. love fucking this ass.” harry moaned behind you “fuck this pussy is so good. so fucking warm and wet.” chris said, increasinf his pace “bet she’s dripping. fucking cockslut must love this, all her holes filled. grt used like the whore she is” henry says. he takes his cock out of your mouth and grabs your face while harry and chris increased their speed. “you like having all your holes filled?” henry asks “y-yes sir! i like it very much. oh! fuck! so good, so so good. please dont stop. please sir!” before you could keep going henry shoves his cock back in your mouth. “shes clenching around me. i bet shes close.” “she doesnt get to stop until we all cum.” harry grunts “im close. her mouth is so good.” “i know, why do you think i always have her on her knees” you loved thag they were talking like this, as if you werent there, you were only there for your pressure. you felt the knot in your stomach get tighter until you burst. your eyes rolled back in your head as you came for the fourth time. your legs were shaking. “o-oh fuck. feel so good cumming around my cock baby. fuck!” chris cums deep in your pussy before pulling out. chris moans at the sight of his cum driping out of you and it only hets better when harry cums and they watch both their cum dripping out of both your holes. henry pulled out and came all over your face. they rotated and chris got to fuck your mouth, harry your pussy, and henry your ass. they went on treating you like their own personal sex toy and you loved it. you came twice more before they switched again and harry was in your mouth, chriss in your ass, and henry in your pussy. “oh fuck. such a nice pussy baby. so tight. how are you so fucking tight” henrh grunts “fuckin love fhis ass. wanna fuck this ass for the rest of my life” harry came first, havinf always loved your mouth, and his cock was so sensitive from havinf already cum twice. next was chris, his hips stuttering as he watched his cum, mixed with harrys and henrys, drip out of your hole. wanting your last orgasm to be strongest, henrys pace quickened as chris swirled his tongue around your puckered hole, loving the taste of everyones cum. Harrh slid under you and started sucking on your tits and biting them. you moaned and tried to squirm, it was so much but it felt so good and you never wantes it to stop. “gonna cum” henry moaned “n-no sir! please! feels so good, dont want it to stop sir” you moaned “such a fucking cockslut.” chris laughs “your gonna cum when i tell tou to, or i’ll leave you high and dry with three mens cum dripping ojt lf you like the cumrag you are. understand?” henry says “y-yes sir. thank tou for letting me cum sir” you were shaking, youd cum 8 times already and you knew this would be the stringest. “cum, now” henrh says smacking your ass. (1/2)

Anonymous said: (2/2) your moan thrns into a scream as your orgasm rips through you. henry pulls out and finished on your ass and chris and harry step back and watch your body shake as you squirted all over the bed. tears pricked your eyes as you fell limo on the bed. “good girl. took us all so well” youd all loved the experience and it became a monthly tradition.

EXCUSE ME THE WAY THIS ABSOLUTELY CAME FOR MY NECK 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 will be thinking about this for the rest of my night holy shit

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fuckthesworld · 4 years ago

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THE BET

Warnings: SMUT!!!

You had gotten out of bed early dressed into your [Y/F/C] silk dress, it wrapped your breast and ass perfectly but not to much since you didn’t want to look like a whore.

You turned to your mirror smirking at the idea of Stiles losing the bet you made last week .

You had spend the day on the beach wearing a short summer dress, your hair hang loose waving through the sea breeze, you placed your shoes on the sand and pulled off your dress, standing naked on the shore. You walked in to the water untill your breast where barely under the water. You closed your eyes tilting your head a bit back, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your face.

You sighed deeply not noticing the sound of rimpling and breaking water behind you, until you feel a soft hand on your neck wiping loose strays of hair behind your ear. You open your eyes looking at the person next to you. Finding a lean but muscular figure with chocolate hair looking down at you since he is a bit taller than you, it’s Stiles. You can’t hold back a smile untill you feel your face start to get really hot, remembering your butt naked.

You instinctively wrap your arms around your breast, unknowingly making the view for Stiles even better as your breast push against each other. Stiles bites his lower lip “There’s no need for you to be ashamed [Y/N]” he says turning to you cupping your face in his hands “Firstly, because I am just as naked as you are [Y/N]” Stiles says tilting his head to the shore, where his clothes are placed next to yours “And secondly, you are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on” Stiles said tracing his thumb over your lips while biting his bottom lip.

You swallowed thickly ignoring your rapid beating heart in your chest. You take a step closer to him placing your hand on his chest “To say it simply,” You said leaning in to him untill both your lips are just inches close to him, so close that when you spoke again, your lips brushed against Stiles “You just can’t get enough of me?” You asked teasingly. You trace your hand from his chest to the back of his neck, you heard Stiles take heavy breaths.

Stiles placed his hands on your hips grabbing them tightly “I’d say the same for you [Y/N] since your always teasing me so viciously ” he says bitting your bottom lip softly then sucking on it roughly. A soft moan escaped your lips, your rapid beating in your chest now starting to beat between your legs you pulled your lip back from him “your one to talk, but anyhow, I dare to bet you need me more than I need you” you said. Trying to stand on the tip of your toes so that Stiles would see more of your breast to tease him.

Stiles smirked pulling you fully against him his fingers sliding between your legs feeling a different kind of wetness than the water of the sea then pushing two of his fingers inside of you, you felt his hard cock push against your thigh and stomach “That, my love, is officially a bet now” Stiles says rocking his fingers back and forth in you “However can last the longest without the other wins” Stiles says never stopping his fingers working on you.

You hold back a moan “What does the winner get for victory though?” You ask rocking your hips on his hand grabbing his hard erection in your hand pumping him up and down. Stiles groans “Sex, anyway the winner pleases” you purr as your muscles start tightening around his fingers, you can feel his cock starting to twitch in your hand.

Stiles pulls his fingers out of you leaving you on your edge “I’ll be looking forward to you fucking me anyway I want you to” Stiles says slamming his lips on yours one last time before he pulls away leaving you alone in the sea, desperate and needy for more.

Your mind snapped back to the present beating your body al ready at just the merely thought of his hands working on your sex. You straightened your dress out one more time, pulled your shoulders back, straightened your back and pushed your ass back a bit.

You walked out of your room passed the corridors you knew Stiles would be walking, not knowing that he walked these corridors because he knew you’d be walking these corridors. You just reached the T-split hearing hard footsteps ‘probably from a male’ you thought, you grabbed a stray of hair, swirling it through your fingers, hoping it would be Stiles . Not so accidentally bumping into this person, as you turned into the left corner instead of walking straight forward. But alas it was Derk, your Alpha “Good morning to you too Y/N” Derek said stepping aside for you “Good morning Derek , I’m so sorry” you said as your cheeks burned from shame bowing your head down.

Stiles had just turned into the corner where you and Derek bumped into one another,he saw you in your [Y/F/C] silk dress, he could see the curves a bit from a far, enough to make him go hard. He silently watched you as Derek placed his hands on your shoulders and you looked up, smiling, you said something and laughed . Stiles couldn’t help but feel a pang if jealousy in his chest.

Which was absolutely absurd and he knew so, because he was pretty sure Derek had never fingered you in the sea as he was getting jerked off by you, but, still, he just couldn’t help himself. When Derek nodded his head and you slightly bowed your head at him, again, Derek walked away, leaving you alone, Stiles knew he shouldn’t but he just couldn’t help himself, his feet pushed him to you as fast as they could.

All the while his mind was fighting his body ‘Don’t do it , Stiles ,Don’t’ but his body screamed: ‘Yes! Do it!’ Until he was so close to you that he just went utterly and completely mad, your perky breast and ass where the final drop ‘Fuck that bet!’ His mind screamed.

Stiles pushed your delicate and soft body against the wall, slamming his lips onto yours wrapping his arms around you lifting you up so he could push his body against yours. After a couple hot minutes of making out, Stiles pulls away grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger “That’s cheating, [Y/N]” Stiles said his lips brushing against your lips. You parted your lips, not sure what you are going to say. Not that you had to, Stiles smashed his lips back onto your letting his tongue slide into your mouth, fighting for dominance with your tongue.

One of his hands trailed down grabbing your ass tightly, pushing his hard cock against you. You moaned at the feeling of him, you’ve been pleasuring yourself for these past days but never seemed as satisfied as that day on the beach not even when you hit your orgasm which you didn’t have that day but now, even the slight feeling of his hard cock against you was enough to make you wet again.

Stiles let go of your mouth and kissed your cheek to your jaw to your ear where he stopped kissing you for a second. Stiles breathes heavy into your ear “I need you, [Y/N], I need you right now” he groans. Taking your earlobe in his mouth biting and sucking it some times kissing just in front of your ear making soft kissing sounds. All the while you just grow more hornier for him.

You turn your face into the crook of Stiles neck to shut a moan down, Stiles smirks against your ear “You like that, don’t you [Y/N]?” he asks with a deep and horny voice. He pushes you away from the wall, carrying you back to the corridor you just came from, carrying you to your room.

Stiles shuts the door behind him pushing your against the door. Where he lets his hand trail under your dress into your panties “I can’t wait anymore [Y/N], I need to hear you moan my name, can you do that for me?” Stiles asks his lips muttering against your cheek.

You nod “Yes, of course I can, but Sti ?” You say sweetly. Stiles traces his hands on your breast “Yes [Y/N]?” Stiles asks kissing your cheek “I win” you simply say rocking your hips into his hips. you feel him smirk against your cheek “That you do [Y/N], tell me baby, what do you want me to do to you?” Stiles asks moaning as your grind his hard cock “Finger me, like you did in the sea” you sighed your hand traveling to his hair, pulling it roughly. Stiles nodded “Yes, baby” he said as his cold fingers slide over to your hot and sensitive clitoris, swirling soft circles on it. You push your pussy further into him, as cold tingling mixes up with a hot burning shooting through your pussy “Oh… Sti!” You moan loudly at the feeling. His other hand moving to your breast, grabbing your nipple roughly pinching and twisting it.

Stiles takes his hand off you, walking you to the bed where he lays you down then inserting two fingers inside your pussy, where he leaves it like that for a couple seconds “Look at me when I finger you [Y/N]” Stiles says hovering over your body, you nod moaning at him, he doesn’t move his fingers untill you stop moaning for his touch. Then he started pumping you softly and slowly “Ho….ooohhh…. sti” you moan softly curling your hips up to meet his thrusts so he his finger would come deeper inside of you.

Stiles starts pumping you faster and tougher with the seconds “Do you like it like this [Y/N]? Or do you want me to go faster? Or rougher?” Stiles asked remembering the bet you made “Faster, Stiles , just faster, please” You said never looking away from him.He smirks giving you the perfect pace of pumping you, you feel your body starting to shake from pleasure your muscles tightening around his fingers “Sti, I’m… I’m cumming” you muttered closing your eyes, you hear him humming, his lips kissing you passionately “Come for me, baby, just keep your eyes open and on me” Stiles says. You open your eyes, looking into his eyes, he pumps you faster and that’s when you reach the peak, your orgasm “Oh! Stiles!” You moan loudly.

Your body starts shaking slower after your orgasm, but still shaking. Stiles keeps pumping you just a bit slower now. You wrap your arm around his neck and kiss him deeply “That was amazing,Sti” you said, turning Stiles around so he laid on the bed on his back, you sat on his lap “Now I feel rather generous today, so please do tell me, how would you like to be fucked?” You asked trailing your hand over his hard cock.

Stiles moaned softly: “Call me daddy when you fuck me, that’s all” you smirked “Okay daddy”

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 5 years ago

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Tom getting kicked in his balls by his child and he tries to act brace but runs inside and you give him an icepack😂

A/N: oh my, I had so much fun writing this! 😂😂😂 and i clearly was in a dad!tom mood today soooo enjoy this one! thanks for the request, nonnie and as always stay safe 💖💗

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“Alright Nathan, grab firmly onto the bat like this” said Tom behind his four-year-old son, trying to adjust his posture. “Great, now lift your elbow a bit- there you go, buddy!”

Meanwhile you were in the kitchen, preparing lunch and watching your two boys messing around in the backyard of the house. After “teaching” little Nat the basics of soccer, Tom wanted to try baseball as you convinced your husband to put any golf related things aside for a bit (but also for your own sanity).

“Now, imagine someone’s throwing a ball at you” explained Tom, gently holding Nathan’s little arm with both hands.

The little boy stared at his dad, carefully listening to him while sticking his tongue out just like him when he was concentrating. Nathan was the spitting image of Tom but with your eyes, a clever and beautiful mix of wild brown curls with big (e/c) eyes and long eyelashes that made you and Tom (and pretty much anyone else) go soft for the little boy. God you loved your son so much, and now you couldn’t help but be scared about him getting hurt. At least, Tom was there to supervise. Kinda.

“When the ball’s coming at you, you get warmed up to hit it with the bat like this.”

Tom showed Nathan the right motion to do by stepping behind him, gently making the boy swing the bat to the back, before bringing it to the front to hit the imaginary ball. He did the same move a few times, getting it quite fast and winning the approval of his dad. You smiled at how invested your little boy was and so decided to prepare more side dishes to reward him.

“You definitely got the move, Nat!” proudly said Tom, “okay now, show me by yourse-”

As Tom was stepping backward to give his son some more space, Nathan apparently got too excited and didn’t wait enough as the top of the bat made direct contact into Tom’s family jewels. The impact cut Tom’s breath instantly, making him bite his tongue at the same time as every muscles in his body contracted, all nerves sending distress messages to his brain.

“Did I do good, daddy?” Nathan’s soft voice asked, the little boy lowering the bat as he turns towards his father.

Tom’s face was as red as a tomato, his teeth biting into his bottom lips hoping to suppress some pain by creation another one. His eyes screaming pain then focused on his son who was obviously waiting for his answer, and maybe wondering why his dad was making such a funny face.

“Y-You did g-good, b-buddy!” exhaled Tom in one breath, a smile way too wide to be natural but Nathan didn’t seem to notice.

“K-Keep practising a b-bit, d-dad’s comin’ back q-quick!”

Not wasting another second of suffering, the brunette rushed through the garden to then enter the kitchen you were in. Hearing him getting close, you turned to propose him and your son some water but just stopped when you saw your husband’s face.

“Are you alright, Tom?” you asked while approaching him with a confused look as his breathing was getting quite loud and pained, like the unusual redness of his entire face.

Tom raised a hand in front of him, slowly catching his breath as much as possible, before gathering enough strength to talk properly.

“I-I’m… okay, love. I-I think…?”

Then your eyes fell lower and noticed how his other hand was firmly covering his private parts. You frowned, getting even more confused before Tom interrupted your thoughts.

“C-Can you please give me an ice pack, darling? Nat hit me in the balls pretty hard a-and I was not expecting our son to be that strong…”

Then all dots connected. And you couldn’t help the laugh escaping your lips, a loud one that actually brought tears at the corner of your eyes. What a blast.

“D-Darling please, the ice pack!!” whined Tom as he leaned on the wall to rest a little.

You slowly calmed down and went to take an ice pack out of the fridge for your husband, whom modesty had suffered enough. Once you helped him sit on a chair, you remembered Nathan was still outside by himself so you walked to the window to see if he was doing fine. And he definitely was, as you watched your little boy running around the yard still holding the bat, swinging it to chase some monsters or villains like he liked to do.

“I’m glad I’ve got you pregnant before this happens” laughed Tom, still holding the ice pack between his legs, the thump slightly becoming a bit swollen.

You turned to face your husband with a fake shocked expression, hands resting on your hips while you made your way towards him.

“Being cheeky, Holland?” you challenged him, raising an eyebrow followed with a smirk. “Careful, I now know a way to scare your male chauvinism away...”

“Jeez woman, ‘mini Tom’ and my sperm cells suffered enough already” chuckled Tom before sliding his free arm around your waist.

He brought you closer and kissed your belly, well your now three-month pregnant belly that will protect your second child for another six months or so. Tom then nuzzled his face against it like a cat, which made you giggle, content. You slid your fingers through his brown locks, brushing some hair back. Then you heard little footsteps coming your way.

“Mama?”

You saw Nathan appearing from the corner of the room, his hands now free from the bat. Tom didn’t move from his spot but followed the sound of Nathan’s voice.

“Where’s papa?”

“Daddy got a bit hot outside and needed to rest a little” you gently replied, smiling at your son’s understanding expression.

“Dad’s doing super fine” Tom added with a huge smile, trying to hide the ice pack he was still pressing against his crotch. “Alright, taking a break from your baseball training. Time to get some lunch, buddy!”

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queen-in-the-shadows · 4 years ago

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Be Your Own Anchor

Chapter 1

Hi! The name is (y/n). Just a bit of background before we get this rolling… My parents decided that we would be moving from (hometown) to California, specifically Beacon Hills. I’m still annoyed with the fact that I have to leave my friends, and literally everyone I know, but as they like to remind me, I can’t do anything about it. I say parents, but I don’t know my real dad. Or mom. I’m adopted and have some… slight anger issues. Probably part of the reason for the move, too much trouble with this school. So new town, new school, new friends, same issues. Anyways, let’s see where this takes me!... I guess.

We finally made it to the new house. I got out of the car and stretched, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and grabbed my suitcases, heading towards the house. Heading through the front door, I studied the rooms I passed through. A family room, a parlor, a dining room, 5 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a kitchen, a fireplace, and a basement. How much room do we need? As I finished looking around, I opened the doors to the bedrooms, finding the bedroom upstairs at the front of the house to already have my boxes and bed inside. The room was large, with high ceilings and a large bay window with a window seat. It was a light shade of (f/c), with the canopy from my bed having already been placed and hung. I decided to place my bags down, and head downstairs to help my parents with the other items in the car. There would be time to deal with my room later. I grabbed the last of the boxes, only two, and having realized they were mine anyways, took them straight to my room. I had never really had much around my room, only a couple of posters, and some knick knacks that had been given to me from trips.

I reentered my new room and grabbed my black-out curtains from one of the boxes in my arms, heading to the smaller windows on the sidewalls to hang them and open the windows. I stood there for a moment, the sun beating down on my face, soaking in the warmth, before turning to grab a shelf for the small trinkets I had always kept on it. My bed was in the middle of the wall, opposing the large window, meaning I could at least look at the stars if I wanted to while attempting to sleep that night. Moving always made me jittery. I decided to unpack, hoping it would get rid of some of the jitters of sleeping in a new house. Making my way to the closet, I pulled out the hangers that were in there, placing them on the floor in front of my bed, and hung the clothes from my suitcases on them. Making the last trip to my closet to hang the freshly hung clothes on the rack, I turned to my jeans, folding and placing them in the dresser to the right of my bed, and grabbed all my shoes, placing them all against the wall- back flat against the wall, each pair separated by exactly one hand width. Once finished with that, I placed my books on the bottom shelves of my bookcase, my movies above them, and my video games above my movies. By the time I had finished unpacking everything, it was only 7:30, not bad timing.

I made my way to the window seat and saw the slightly slanted roof that would be perfect for sitting on... if the window would open, that is. Trying my luck, I pushed the window up, doing a small fist pump in victory when it opened, before stepping out to sit. Taking out my phone to check snapchat, my head snapped up at the sound of yelling ahead of me. I sighed, thinking it was my parents and turned to head inside, before catching the sound of the unfamiliar voices, and glanced around. Across the street from me were two teenage boys goofing around, throwing a football between them. One must have felt my eyes on him because the next thing I knew I was on the receiving end of a goofy smile and wave, and he was on the receiving end of a football to the head. Goofy-grin-boy, as I had opted to call him, shook his head, rubbing the side where he had been hit, before tackling the other boy. I gave a small chuckle, sighing and heading inside. He was cute, in a goofy, adorable kind of way. I should make sure he’s alright, after all it’s my fault he got hit… I grabbed a jacket and some shoes, and headed outside, but by the time I reached my front lawn, the boys were nowhere in sight. I glanced around, trying to spot them anywhere, when my eyes were drawn to a beautiful, baby blue Jeep CJ-5 in the driveway the boys had been at. I hope one of them owns it, because whoever does, they have good taste (and a new best friend) and would be meeting me in hopefully just a few minutes. I decided to just knock on the door and try my luck, seeing as my luck had already been decent today. As my hand moved up to the door, I saw movement from the corner of my eye, in the window, and turned my head. I could just barely see where the curtain was billowing from having been moved, and turned back to the door, shrugging it off. Raising my fist to finally knock, the door opened, and I gasped slightly, taking a step back.

“Sorry! I suppose I should ask if that boy is alright…” I was looking at the ground, mumbling the last bit beneath my breath. When I received no response, I glanced up, only to be met with goofy-grin-boy. I smiled and let out a small sigh of relief, “My name is (Y/n), you okay? I saw you get hit with the ball earlier, thought I would check on you and introduce myself…” I trailed off, hoping he would finally answer.

The boy returned my smile, and we sat in an awkward silence until his friend, who I hadn’t even noticed come up behind him, replied for him. “Hi, he’s fine. I’m Scott, and the one who is surprisingly silent is Stiles.” I gave Scott a small wave and giggled at the fact that apparently Stiles is never quiet. At my laugh, Stiles seemed to shake himself out of whatever trance he was in and smiled sweetly at me. I shook myself out of my head, No, (Y/n) you can’t go around liking your neighbor. No.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, but I don’t want to bother you guys. Um, just one question: is there anything, like mysterious, to do for fun around here?” I said, creating way for my exit. The boys looked at each other before looking back at me, grinning.

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“One: You have to promise not to tell anyone this, or what we find/do, ok?” Stiles looked at me and I nodded. He ushered me inside. “Ok. So, two joggers found a body in the woods.” Scott looked confused. I was excited.

“A… dead body?”

“No, a body of water? Yes, dumbass, a dead body.” I chuckled at Stiles’ reply to Scott’s obvious yet naïve question. “And the cops are out there searching.”

“So? What are we waiting for? Are we gonna go look to see if we can get close?” I looked between Scott and Stiles, waiting for an answer. Stiles looked at me in excitement and awe, and Scott looked nervous. “Ok, well… if you guys aren’t going, will one of you point me in the right direction? I want to check out a dead body.” I looked between the boys once again, hoping that someone would answer me or better yet show me the way. Stiles grabbed Scott by the arm and pushed me lightly towards the jeep. “Wait, this baby is yours?! That is amazing!! I love CJ’s!!” I admired the jeep, nearly flipping out. Stiles chuckled and just nudged me a little further towards the beautiful car. I climbed in, my excitement peaking, and moved to the back, Scott and Stiles piling into the jeep. I sent my mom a text saying I made some friends and was hanging out with them as we left the street, headed towards the woods.

“Wait, if they found a body, what are they looking for now?” Scott piped up as we began trekking our way through the woods.

“That’s the best part: they only found half.” Stiles explained and I was smiling like someone had just given me a puppy and a whole bunch of money on Christmas.

“So, what part of the body are we looking for?” Scott pressed. I could tell he was nervous.

“I don’t know.”

“What if the killer is still out here?”

“Huh. I didn’t think of that.” We kept walking. I kept pace with Scott since he seemed to be having a hard time with what we were doing, using his inhaler every few minutes.

“Maybe the severe asthmatic should be holding the flashlight?” Scott called to Stiles, who by this point was way ahead of us. Stiles had crouched down slightly, stopped, and as Scott and I came up to him we saw the reason. Maybe 10 yards ahead of us, the sheriff and his deputies were searching. Scott pulled me in front of him, right behind a tree, motioning for me to be quiet. Stiles turned around, screamed like a little girl, and went tumbling to the ground. The beam from a flashlight shone upon him.

“Hang on, hang on. This little delinquent belongs to me.” The Sheriff was looking at Stiles and I could only guess he was talking to the deputies with him.

“Dad, how ya doing?”

“So, do you, uh, listen to all my phone calls?”

“No, heh… well, not the boring ones…” Stiles trails off and I cringe.

“Now, where’s your usual partner in crime?”

“Who, Scott? Sc-Scott’s at home. Said he wanted a good night’s rest for the first day back at school tomorrow. It’s just me. In the woods. Alone.” I looked at Scott, seeing him shake his head slightly.

“Scott?! You out there?” Everything got quiet as he waited for an answer “Scott?!” Another pause of silence. “Well, young man, I’m gonna walk you back to your car. And you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called ‘invasion of privacy’.” I inwardly groaned and deflated. Stiles was our ride, and now, he and his dad were going back to the jeep. We wait a few minutes before starting the trek back to our houses. I heard a snap off to one side, my head snapping towards the sound as I try to pinpoint what it was, only to meet a pair of glowing red eyes.

“Sc-Scott? Um, would you mind helping me?” I whisper, not moving my body, trying not to set the animal off. Scott must not have realized he needed to be quiet, because he walked without a care in the world, and the animal leaped, attacking. I held my arms up in front of my face, screaming Scott's name, before a sharp pain tore through my side and I landed on the ground, making me gasp and bite my fist, the taste of iron soon sinking into my mouth. I do my best to stand up as fast as I can, holding my side, before turning and running. I ran until I tumbled down a small hill and came face to face with the dead body of a girl. Her eyes stared into the nothingness. Only, she had no legs. I screamed, backing up, only to tumble further down, and land against a fallen log, hitting my head. Scott followed soon after, and a herd of what seemed to be elk or deer came charging towards us. We scrambled to duck out of the way and waited until they passed, before standing up and heading home, trying to ignore the howl that came from where we just left.

“Um, would you mind giving me your numbers that way I can find you guys tomorrow? If you don’t mind that is.” We switched numbers and I went inside, heading to my room to pick out an outfit and send a message to them both so they had my number, before laying down and falling into a dreamless sleep.

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folklore - isaac lahey {6/?}

part 6 (again) 😖 ***the timeline/sequence of events is messed up but it doesn’t matter too much it’s just to move the story along faster*** everything about this is a hot mess, i hope you love it ;)

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To say Isaac Lahey looked like he’d been beaten to a pulp would have been a colossal understatement. The boy practically limped into school the day after his father demonstrated his dissatisfaction for his youngest son after attending his parent teacher meeting.

It’d been a long night of taking punches, kicks and insults that would plague Isaac’s mind for weeks to come. His voice was raw from screaming to be released from the freezer he’d been locked in after his father grew bored of inflicting pain physically. Deciding psychological pain was just as good as physical pain, his father left him to think about his inferiority for an entire night, only letting him out an hour before he was due to start school.

His lip still dripped scarlet as he walked the halls, both eyes black and ever so slightly swollen and so very tired looking. His steps were taken shakily. It didn’t take him long to notice you standing by his locker, waiting for him as usual. Usually when his eyes flickered over you his body would fill with relief. But after remembering how upset you’d been in your car the day before he found his relief being replaced by guilt and dread.

Isaac ducked his head, he did this purely to avoid your eyes. He still made his way towards you nonetheless.

The first thing to hit you was the scent of blood. Fresh and warm and right from the source, you could tell- you weren’t sure how you could tell but you just knew. You lifted your eyes from the floor. You wished you hadn’t when your eyes landed on Isaac, hobbling towards you with blood dripping down his split bottom lip.

The second thing to hit you, though, was the undeniable feeling of guilt that hit you when Isaac refused to meet your gaze.

As soon as his slow and sluggish steps carried him to you your hands flew to his cheeks, gentle but firm, you cupped them and tried your very hardest to ignore how much you wanted to run your tongue along his bleeding lip. It was proving a lot harder than you would have ever thought it would, in all honesty.

You forced your eyes to stay locked on his, your jaw tight and teeth clenched, your own anger overpowering Isaac’s guilt. “What did he do to you?” You asked him softly, brushing your thumbs along his cheekbones with a feather like touch. The last thing you wanted to do was put him in any more pain than he was already in.

“I may have a C minus in more than just chem.” Isaac explained flatly. Despite the slight ache your hands caused him he couldn’t stop himself from melting into you, loving your warmth as opposed to the cold of the basement freezer.

At his confession you found yourself unable to hold yourself back any longer. You let out a sigh and Isaac fixed you with a confused gaze as he watched your brows furrow in determination. “Come with me.”

Isaac followed behind you as you led him towards the basement of the school, nobody ever went down there and your first class, with Isaac, happened to be a free period. It wasn’t until you were standing across from each other again in the narrow dark hallway of the basement that Isaac spoke up in question, “Did you bring me down here to kill me or…”

You let out a shaky sigh, confidence waning as you second guessed yourself. Was this a good idea? Absolutely not. Would it make him feel better, however? Incredibly so, yes.

Deciding you’d probably stretched the whole “keep Isaac out of it” thing as far as you could, there was no point keeping it from him any longer- he was getting hurt whether he knew about the supernatural or not.

“I’m about to tell you something completely bizarre and I need you to, one, please believe me and don’t freak out and, two, don’t be mad at me for not telling you sooner.” Isaac’s eyebrow rose in concern, “Yeah- yeah sure, ok- what is it?” His voice was filled with worry as were his eyes, that still sparkled despite the dark purple colouring surrounding them paired with the dim lightening of the windowless basement.

“Remember that thing that bit me?” You asked and he nodded mutely, “well, it sort of… gave me something.”

Isaac gasped, “Rabies?” His question was so positively drenched with genuine concern that you had to laugh, grabbing his hand and shaking your head softly.

“No, I don’t have rabies.” You laughed again, his relieved sigh bouncing off the walls.

“Thank God.”

“It’s probably best if I just show you.” You told him, smiling softly and nodding your head in resolve. You were doing this.

“Show me wha-... holy shit.” Isaac gasped yet again, mouth agape and eyes wide as he stared at your, now slightly changed face, your eyes were a glowing purple and you had fangs? Something in the back of his head told him that, really, he should be afraid. But he wasn’t. Not even in the slightest. He thought the look suited you quite frankly. The way the purple glow of your eyes reflected against your complexion in the dim lighting was, in all honesty, completely mesmerising.

“I’m a vampire.” You clarified, although it was perfectly obvious. Isaac only nodded his head numbly, still trying to comprehend what he was looking at.

When he didn’t say anything after a solid ten seconds you spoke yet again, “I’m telling you because, I hate seeing you hurt…” Your voice trailed off, you weren’t exactly sure what to say in the moment.

It was just then that Isaac spoke up, a sad lilt in his voice while he squeezed your hand, “Come on, (N/n). Don’t do this to yourself, you know there’s nothing you can do-“ You cut him off, voice a mix of anxiety and excitement, “But Isaac! I can! I can do something about it! Okay? Look- I’ve got all these new vampire abilities and one of them…” You paused to take a breath, eyes flying around his face frantically before you finally locked your gaze with his.

Swallowing the lump on your throat you finished, “I can take your pain away. And physically heal you- but that might not be such a good idea. Your dad would know something was up.”

One thing you loved about Isaac was that he always took your word for things. He never ever doubted you and always believed you when you told him something. Even in a situation like this< he never asked questions< he simply trusted you.

“Will taking my pain away hurt you? Because if it will then absolutely not, I’ll keep it to myself I don’t want you getting hurt because of-“ Isaac fretted anxiously, only stopping when your hands returned to their previous spot on his cheeks, smiling sweetly, “It won’t hurt at all. It’s actually quite enjoyable.”

“How do you do it?” He asked tentatively, hands moving to rest on your waist, an action that wasn’t entirely uncommon but was usually saved for the most intimate of shared moments, which, you supposed, this was.

Nervously you chewed on the inside of your cheek before telling him, “Well, when I feed on someone, its got some kind of euphoric effect- kinda like a drug high or something.”

Isaac, yet again, nodded his head. “Okay. Go for it.” He told you surely, though hints of anxiety still lingered in his voice.

You nodded slowly in response. Your hands slipped from his cheeks, the left was now tangled in his curls and tilting his head gently to the side to expose his, already bruised, neck. The other grabbed ahold of his shoulder, bringing him down so that you were level with his neck.

Isaac’s eyes stayed glued to you while you walked him carefully backwards until his back met the wall of the basement, your eyes were still glowing and it was when you nervously peered up at him through your lashes that he realised; he’d do anything you ever asked him to.

“This might sting a bit. Tell me if you start to feel dizzy.” You warned before, hesitantly, moving your fangs towards his neck. His grip on your waist tightening as you bit into him, as gently as you could. He let out a short hiss of pain before you felt him relax against you, his eyes closed and his jaw fell slack the second his blood hit your tongue.

His blood was an entirely new experience. It tasted like, you didn’t actually know, but it was like nothing you’d ever consumed before. If you thought Stiles’ blood was good, Isaac’s was on another level. Maybe all your pinning for him made him taste better to you? You didn’t know.

A satisfied sound unconsciously left your mouth at the flavour while your hand tightened in his hair, but in your close proximity you picked up something more than just the taste of his blood. It felt like… lust?

The feeling was backed up by the throaty groan falling from Isaac’s mouth, his hands not only tightening on your waist but pulling you closer to his body. Now chest to chest as your lips moved on his neck.

True to your word, Isaac already forgot about the ache in his body- his mind now consumed by the feeling of you, the girl he was not so secretly in love with, with your lips and tongue situated on his neck. And if that alone wasn’t enough to steer his mind away from his pain, the feeling the bite gave to him definitely did the trick.

It was like morphine running straight through his veins. He felt not only like he’d never been hurt to begin with but as well as that, and maybe more importantly, his mind was completely at peace- his thoughts purely consumed by you.

The way you looked when you removed your mouth from his neck was bordering on ethereal, your bodies remained pressed against each other and for a few moments you simply stared at each other with half lidded eyes. Isaac’s breath came out in pants as he stared down at you, your own eyes captivated by the dried blood on his lower lip. Noticing this, and with very little composure what with his current blissed out state, Isaac spoke, “You can take it- the blood. If you want it.”

You weren’t sure at what point it had happened but the lust you felt earlier had magnified tenfold, although you were sure it didn’t all belong to Isaac- you felt it too. He stared at your lips the way you’d been starring at his only seconds ago, did he want you to kiss him? It seemed like it. Did you want to kiss him. Absolutely. A thousand times over.

Again you found yourself wondering; was this a good idea? And, again, you found yourself thinking that, no, it probably wasn’t the best idea.

Your inhibitions were lowered significantly since you fed, feeding on Stiles’ had been enjoyable but feeding on Isaac, though- that had been intoxicating. Perfectly content to blame what you were about to do on your intoxication if it came back to bite you in the ass, you moved your hands back to their favourite spot cupping Isaac’s cheeks.

Slowly, you pulled him back down to your level, the boy in your grasp complying quite happily, seemingly entranced by your face. Butterflies were erupting violently in your stomach at the way his blue eyes fluttered over your face appreciatively as if admiring art and the way his hands held you to him so tenderly, like he was afraid to hurt you despite knowing you were a supernatural entity.

What you’d give for him to gaze at you like that, so openly and surely, all the time.

Without giving it any further thought you gave into what you’d been craving for the longest time and pressed your lips against his, the action feeling more intoxicating than the blood itself.

Isaac’s hands mirrored yours, sliding up your side before resting against your cheeks.

His lips moved furiously against yours. The many bruises and injuries that littered his body were long forgotten as he tasted you against his lips, finally.

Your breath came out in pants as you pulled away, your forehead resting against Isaac’s and your chests still pressed against each other.

It was only when you studied his face that you’d realised you never even got the blood from his split lower lip. What made you feel better though, was the fact that he’d kissed you as passionately as you’d kissed him and his hands that still cupped your cheeks.

“That definitely made me feel better.” Isaac breathed out against your lips, a dopey smile forming on his own.

An airy laugh left your throat at his comment, all your fears of the kiss causing havoc evaporated from your mind with the sound of his voice.

“On a scale of one to ten how drunk do you feel right now?” You asked him teasingly, noticing his eyes were glazed over and his almost static feeling happiness was popping in your chest, almost like fireworks.

Isaac only shrugged, his happiness feeling as though it couldn’t ever be dampened after the kiss he’d just shared with you. “Tipsy at best.” He answered, and true enough you noticed he’d regained his composure a lot faster than Stiles had done the first time you fed on him. Kisses did have a tendency to be sobering, you supposed.

A silence fell over the pair of you after that. Isaac’s eyes returned their gaze to your lips yet again and you would’ve had to be blind not to notice. By this point your eyes had returned to their usual colour and your fangs reverted back into their dormant form of your regular canines, he was simply looking at you now, just you, no supernatural frills to be seen. But as always, you just being you was enough for him.

“Would our friendship be destroyed if I told you I really want to kiss you again?” Before you could even answer, he was already dipping his lips back to yours. Not that you minded.

This time, his lips moved slowly and gently, his thumbs rubbing against your cheekbones before they slipped back down to grasp your waist. As your lips, yet again, meshed perfectly with his, that feeling came over your chest again. That light, fluffy feeling he not only gave you but also radiated. It was only when he pulled away for the second time that you put your finger on exactly what that feeling was- love.

With the realisation- the confirmation that the love you felt towards Isaac was mutual you couldn’t stop the wide smile that formed on your lips, you chased his lips once more after he’d pulled away and tried to keep your giggles quiet when he met you halfway with just as much enthusiasm and his smile just as wide.

It was probably a stupid question but you asked it anyway, “So… you’re not mad that I didn’t tell you about the whole vampire thing?” Isaac shook his head, “I know now. I get why you didn’t tell me.”

“I wanted to.” You told him, a nervous smile taking over your lips as you continue, “But I was kinda warned against it.” He nodded his head, although he was confused, who would’ve even warned you? Were there more supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills that he didn’t know about?

His thoughts didn’t wander too far as your soft voice cut them off, “I’m glad you know now. I missed ranting to you.”

The boy, still holding your waist, let out a sigh, “I’m glad you told me, too. I knew something was wrong but I didn’t know what. You had me worried.” He told you, laughing airily towards the end.

When he saw the look of guilt beginning to form on your face he immediately changed the course of the conversation. “While we’re confessing stuff…” he began, shy Isaac returning as his eyes fluttered anywhere but your eyes. “We’ve been best friends for a while, and um- I’ve wanted to tell you for a while- years… yeah for years… but um-“ you couldn’t help but smile as he rambled, you thought you had a clue where he was going. “Isaac.” You cut him off softly, smile never faltering when you finally dropped your palms from his cheeks, placing them over his that were still on your waist and giving them a reassuring squeeze.

“Take a breath.” You instructed with a laugh. Taking your advice Isaac took a deep breath, manoeuvring his hands to hold yours, your intertwined hands hanging between the both of you now.

“I like you- love you! I love you. A lot. In a more than best friends way. And I have for a… twelve, yeah, no I’ve loved you since we were twelve. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same! I just thought since we kissed just now that maybe you-“ He was rambling again, as he tended to do when he was nervous and in the moment you couldn’t think of any other way to shut him up than to plant your lips against his. Effectively cutting him off as you did so.

To be perfectly honest, you could definitely get used to kissing him like this all of the time. When you removed your lips from his, for what felt like the millionth time, Isaac’s eyes remained shut. With the absence of blue it really hit you how beaten up he really was, his eyes were black and purple as well as swollen terribly. When you took him in, the words fell from your lips before you could think of some flowery way to present them, “I love you too.”

A sigh of relief left his mouth and he finally found the courage to open his eyes again. The moment was ruined by the class bell ringing in the distance, signifying that your free period was now over and you’d both need to be getting to class.

The pair of you headed off together with wide smiles on your faces that didn’t seem to die down throughout the rest of the day. At the end of the school day, he’d walked you to your car and gave you a kiss goodbye before walking away looking the most pleased you’d ever seen him.

To put it simply, you were on cloud nine. As soon as you entered your kitchen once you got home from school, though, you found yourself crashing straight back down to earth.

Sitting in front of you in all his glory was Derek Hale, it didn’t excite you to see he didn’t look even remotely like he was about to apologise for being a shitty, unloyal pack member, “What do you want?” You snapped, tossing your school bag by his feet rather aggressively for no particular reason. It felt kind of nice to mildly inconvenience him.

“You need to leave.” Was all he said and you rolled your eyes, crossed your arms over your chest and stared at him with a raised eyebrow, “May I remind you, Derek, you don’t fucking live here. So maybe you need to leave.” You snapped, venom seeping from your tone but it didn’t seem to phase him, he knew how things worked with you. You were always hard to lose but once you were gone you were even harder to get back.

“Beacon Hills, (Y/n). You need to leave Beacon Hills.” He clarified for you, still remaining stoic. “What? Why?” You wanted a good reason. A really good reason. You didn’t just confess your love to your best friend of six years to have Derek swan back into your business and tell you had to leave town for no good reason.

“If I tell you, you won’t leave.” Was he serious? He couldn’t give you a reason to leave but you could think of about ten reasons to stay, he obviously wasn’t one of them at the minute.

“You’re full of shit.” You stated, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Look I know you don’t exactly like me right now, kid. But for the first time since you turned I’m actually trying to look out for you, alright?” His stoic facade had dropped now, he was practically begging.

You clenched your jaw, you didn’t want to be difficult but it was hard when the man in front of you wasn’t exactly a smooth operator himself. “If you want me to trust you tell me why.”

“We know who the Alpha is. He’s going to be coming for you next and we need to get you as far away from here as we can before he gets to you.” Derek finally explained, his anxiety bouncy from every cell in his body right into your chest. “Who is it?” You wondered, who could it have been that would make you want to stay? It wasn’t Isaac, it could’ve been Scott but that wasn’t likely seeing as he was looking for the alpha too. It definitely wasn’t Stiles.

Derek didn’t answer this question. “Your dad is in a meeting with Chris Argent right now. His sister, Kate, was onto you, wants to put your fangs on a necklace. Your dad’s keeping them distracted long enough for me to get you out. So, we need to go. Your stuff is already in my car.” He rushed out grabbing your forearm with a grip you knew you couldn’t wriggle out of. (Not that you didn’t try.)

The wolf had to practically wrestle you into the passenger seat, ignoring all of your colourful threats of what you’d do to his precious car once you got free of his hold as he strapped you in.

Once he got into the driver’s seat, he immediately began to drive, way over the streets speed limit, and it wasn’t until you passed the “Visit Again Soon!” Beacon Hills sign that you piped up.

“Ok, we’re officially out of town. Now tell me what the hell is going on.” You demanded, the tension between you and Derek growing with every mile he drove.

Letting out a deep sigh he finally answered, “The Alpha? It’s Peter.”

The gasp that left you was sharp and Derek knew you’d handle this information with as much disbelief as he had.

Peter couldn’t have been the alpha. The alpha killed Laura Hale- tore her apart. The alpha bit Scott and you, Scott had told you he’d even punched his fist through Derek’s chest and chased him, Stiles, Alison, Jackson and Lydia around the school a few nights ago. Peter wouldn’t have done all of those things… The Peter you knew wouldn’t do all of of those things.

The the more you thought about it the more it began to add up in your mind. The voice, the one you’d heard that night in the hospital, so full of clarity and intention, the voice that consistently rattled your brain with the words of “Don’t let it kill you.” That voice, it belonged to Peter.

“Stiles and I found out last night. He said he had plans for you, he said he wanted the both of his by his side- in his pack. We knew if he got to you right now you’d join him. Even if it was just to spite me.” He explained softly, his brotherly tone making an appearance for the first time in weeks.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you stared at Derek in confusion, “What makes you think I would’ve gone with him.” You asked, a tiny bit offended by his statement although you had a feeling he was onto something, even if you weren’t ready to admit it to yourself.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you. I’ve been thinking about what you said last night before you ran off and you’re right. I forgot about you when you needed me the most and I’m sorry for that. We both know you and Peter always had a stronger bond than the rest of us. Hating me would make him look better” He told you, not receiving an answer as he watched you stare emptily out the car window, watching the sun as it set.

“You were always so independent growing up, you did things yourself and you loved it. I didn’t know what to make of you becoming a vampire, to be honest I was hoping you’d become a wolf.” Letting out a heavy sigh Derek finished his little speech, “I didn’t know how to help you. It made me feel useless so I focused all of my time on helping Scott. I know it hasn’t been easy for you but where you’re going is going to be really good for you.”

“And where exactly are you taking me.” You asked suspiciously. “Before you freak out, you’re only staying there until we stop whatever Peter is planning. Two weeks tops.” He tried to reason but it only served to panic you further, “Derek, where are you taking me.”

“I’m dropping you off at the airport and your getting on the next flight to Virginia.” Your eyes widened as you let out a small screech, “Virginia? That’s like a five hour flight! Why Virginia? And for two week? What about the Winter formal?” You rambled, voice high pitched with panic.

Derek shot you a sympathetic look before returning his attention to the highway, “I’ve got a few friends there. One of them is kind of a vampire expert. Says he knows some people that might be able to help train you.” The wolf explained.

Derek had friends? That was truly shocking.

“Who’s your friend?” You asked curiously.

“His name’s Alaric Saltzman. He’s picking you up at the airport when you land.”

“So I’m staying with some man I’ve never even met? Cool. Really not worrying at all, Derek. And my parents are on board with this little plan?” You inquired uneasily.

Derek let out a snigger at this, “Seeing as your mother was the one to suggest him, yes. Your dad isn’t so keen on the idea.”

He was chuckling like a little kid and you felt as though you were missing something, “Why isn’t he too keen on it?”

His laugh came out full voice now as he looked at you with a mischievous grin, “Because before he and your mother got together, she was dating Ric.”

Your eyes widened and your jaw almost hit the floor, “So your shipping me off to my mother's ex to keep me away from my alpha werewolf uncle? You guys are the fucking worst.”

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