#how am i also supposed to believe he was friends with stiles n scott unless something horrible happened in his life that changed it

[lesbiradshaw]

what do you think about the whole “theo was evil before the doctors” theory?

hmmm. i wouldn’t call it a “theory” since the show pretty explicitly states the doctors wanted him because of his muted sense of right and wrong but i think there’s a differentiation to be made between the human concept of evil and the standard of evil that the dread doctors uphold. because if every angry, impulsive child that was eager to please is ‘evil’ or comparable to a monster, what are we supposed to consider the doctors? i don’t agree w the characterization of what was done to theo as anything other than torture tho because even besides the dubiousness that comes with him having been so young when he was taken, the doctors are quite literally inhumane to him— because THEY are at this point inhuman. the morality of brainwashing a child (no matter how easy it was/how willing a participant said child was supposed to have been) doesn’t mean shit to them, so explaining theo’s trauma in those terms is kinda pointless to me. even if we consider child theo “evil”, the evil of the doctors is on another level. not even teenage theo really scratches the surface of that. it’s not just the manipulation or the degradation. it’s the apathy for pain and the dismissal of human life— child or adult. all of their experiments are disposable to them. the tactics used to get theo or their other subjects in their clutches become irrelevant as soon as they have them strapped to that table. the fact we see theo’s body being cut open without any anesthesia and his later rant about physical pain basically meaning nothing to him shows that pretty clearly. theo, even after all of his years with the doctors, still clings to what are really weaknesses in human nature. jealousy, anger, fear, loneliness. those are things the doctors have long since forgotten about as they pursue their goal, but things that theo can’t seem to weed out of himself. he’s called barely human because of the brutal things he’s willing to do and while i think that’s accurate in a sense, i also think that it’s tragic that theo’s main motivators are at the end of the day very human flaws.

[envision-fandom]

Evolve

Isaac Lahey fanfiction 

Reader x Isaac Lahey

Prompt - This fanfiction is based loosely off of Teen Wolf Season 2, where Isaac first becomes a werewolf. You are new to Beacon Hills High School and you can’t help but develop a crush on your Chemistry partner. But how will your relationship evolve, once your crush is bitten by Derek and becomes a werewolf?

It was your first day at Beacon Hills High School. 

Your mother had dragged you with her, out of the country and away from your comfortable, ordinary life in England. 

You were conflicted. Part of you was excited to begin this new adventure, but the other part of you was terrified of being thrown head first into the unknown. 

You walked along the fast paced corridors, looking around with curiosity at the different atmosphere of an American School. You made your way to your locker and took out the slip of paper with your locker combination on it. 

You entered the code and exhaled with relief when you heard the click of the locker opening. You emptied out your bag, keeping only the books you would need for your first two classes in your bag.

You had decided to get to school early so you could get to know your surroundings and you still had time before your first class. You gazed out at the crowd of teens filling the halls, all laughing and joking with one another and you let out a long sigh. 

“Classes haven’t even begun yet and you already sound fed up. That’s not a good sign.” You jump slightly at the sudden voice coming from behind you and spin around. 

You were met by an amused look, and the guy smirked across at you. “Hi, you must by Y/N, the new girl from England. My names Stiles. My dads the Sheriff.” He offers his hand out to you and you shake it, glad that you had someone to talk to. 

“Hi Stiles. My name is Y/N, I am from England and you sound pretty proud that your dad’s the Sheriff.” You smile at him, wanting to make a good first impression. 

He laughs “Yeah, I guess you could say that. So what’s your first class?” He asks, continuing your conversation. 

You pull out your class schedule, but before you can even answer, Stiles takes the paper from you and begins scanning the page. “Hey, my first class is also Chemistry, let’s go together, I can show you to the classroom!” He beams at you and you smile in return.

As you enter the classroom together, you were laughing at a joke Stiles was telling you. You were thankful that he had approached you and you were beginning to feel more at ease, until a stern voice cuts off your conversation. 

“I see you’ve already latched yourself onto the new girl Stilinski? I hope you’re not planning on distracting her during my class and bringing her down to your level?” He looks down his nose at Stiles, before turning to face you. “My name is Mr Harris, I am you Chemistry teacher and I will not tolerate any misbehavior in my classroom.” 

“M-my name is Y/N Y/L/N.” You stuttered, slightly intimidated by Mr Harris’s glare “And I promise to behave.” 

“Yes, I know who you are Miss Y/L/N... and I will keep you to that promise. Now take your seat.” 

You nodded in understanding and followed after Stiles, he pulled out the chair next to him, offering you a seat, but before you could sit down Mr Harris let out a condescending laugh. “Yeah, that’s not happening. Miss Y/L/N, please can you take a seat towards the back, next to Mr Lahey?” 

You looked behind you and saw a tall, wavy haired boy look up suddenly at the mention of his name. The seat next to him was empty, so you assumed he was Lahey and you were meant to sit next to him. You looked back at Stiles and let out a small smile of apology and he smiled and shrugged in response.  

You carried on walking to the back of the classroom and awkwardly sat next to the tall, wavy haired boy. He shuffled away from you slightly as you sat down and you couldn’t help but feel slightly offended. He was clearly uncomfortable having you sit next to him, but you didn’t want the rest of the year to be as awkward so you plucked up the courage to talk to him “Hi, I’m Y/N.” You introduce yourself and smile in his direction. He risks a glance at you and his eyes widen suddenly, before quickly looking a way. 

You were about to look away feeling slightly defeated, until he whispers under his breath “Isaac... that’s my name.” His cheeks suddenly flush red and you’re shocked to feel a small tingling of butterflies forming in your stomach. 

You tried to communicate with Isaac a few times throughout the lesson, but he would only respond if you asked him a question about the work and not once did he make eye contact with you. Usually you would find his behaviour rude, but you couldn’t help but find him endearing. Every time you spoke to him he would either play with his hair awkwardly, or a blush would form on his cheeks and you would find yourself thinking about how cute he looked. 

You couldn’t help but wonder if he behaved this way with everyone, or with just you. So throughout the rest of the day, you couldn’t help but scout out the area, trying to catch a glimpse of him interacting with someone else.

You sat with Stiles and the rest of his friends at lunch. Glad that he also had some female friends you could speak to. Allison was the more welcoming of the two, but after half an hour, you could feel Lydia beginning to warm up to you. You tried to focus on the conversation at hand, desperately wanting to make a good impression and hopefully become part of the gang, but the sight of the slender boy sitting alone in the corner kept pulling away your focus. 

You hear Stiles chuckle next to you, finally pulling your attention away from Isaac. You look away from him quickly and turn to face Stiles, not wanting to make it obvious you were staring. Except it was clear that the whole group had already noticed “I feel there may be a lot of actual Chemistry happening in Mr Harris’ class this year.” Stiles jokes, nudging at your arm. 

You couldn’t help but blush and hit him back playfully “Yeah I agree, I could feel the sexual tension radiating between you and Mr Harris. I’m sure you’ll make a great couple.” You cause the rest of the group to laugh, glad to take the attention away from you and your obvious crush on Isaac. 

It was finally time for your last class of the day and you were honestly surprised at how well your first day at Beacon Hills high School had gone. You had actually managed to make some friends and you had made a good impression in most of your classes. 

You entered the classroom and looked around for an empty seat. There was no seating plan for this lesson and you noticed most students had already formed small groups and were sitting beside their friends. You spotted a free seat next to Scott and was about to approach him and ask to sit there when you noticed Isaac at the back of the classroom, with another student sitting alone in front of him.  

You had noticed the other boy earlier at lunch, when you were scanning the room for Isaac and he had also been sitting alone then. You began to sypathise with him, knowing that if Stiles hadn’t approached you that morning then you might have been in the same position. Sitting alone with no one to talk to. You made up your mind and approached the large boy. “Hi I’m Y/n. Do you mind if I sit here?”

He looked up, clearly shocked that someone was communicating with him “O-oh, yeah...sure.” He responded. 

You smiled warmly at him and began asking questions about himself. You found out his name was Boyd and he worked nights at the ice rink. You were glad to find him opening up to you as the lesson progressed and nearing the end of the class you were even laughing together like close friends. You couldn’t believe he had no friends at School, but he told you about how he got suspended last year for fighting, even though it was self defense and since then everyone else had been too afraid to approach him. You sort of understood why, as it was almost hard to believe Boyd was still in high school due to the sheer size of him. But luckily you hadn’t heard the false rumours about him yet and had gotten to know his true personality for yourself. 

You were glad you had made another friend at school and you had gotten on that well together, that you had barely even registered Isaac sitting behind you both. However, you couldn’t help but risk a quick glance behind you before the lesson ended and you instantly made eye contact with Isaac. You swiveled around in your chair so fast you thought you had given yourself whiplash. How long had he been looking at you? Surely it was just a coincidence? Maybe he was actually looking at the board and you just thought he was looking at you? Or maybe he was just drawn to the movement of you turning around? Yeah that was probably it. I mean he had barely even looked at you during your first class. You let out a small sigh, and tried to calm down the beating of your heart. 

Boyd glanced at you and smirked knowingly, passing you a note. You read it and your heart instantly began to beat out of control once again. It read ‘Isaac is a lucky guy.’ You scribbled a hasty response ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ You thrust the note at Boyd and he leaned over and whispers in your ear “You know what it means.” 

Over the next few weeks you had grown closer to both Boyd and Stiles and his group. Sadly, the one person you did want to get closer to was still barely paying you any attention and would mostly ignore you during class, unless you asked him a question about the work. That’s why, you were surprised when you showed up to your first class on Monday morning and Isaac was in his usual seat next to you. Except the aura surrounding him had completely changed, as well as his outfit and the way he was sitting. He was now sporting a black leather jacket, black jeans and converse. He was leaning back in his chair, rocking back and forth with his head held high, as he looked around the classroom. You noticed Scott glaring daggers in his direction and Stiles was looking back and forth between you and Isaac on the edge of his chair, as if he was readying himself to jump between the two of you. You looked back towards Isaac curiously and your heart skipped a beat when you noticed his dark eyes looking you over, a slow smirk beginning to form on his face. 

You held your breath, not knowing how to react. He had never looked at you that way before and the seductive way he was staring at you caused your whole body to heat up. You began to walk towards him, almost as if you were in a trance. You were drawn in by his allure and you found yourself wanting to just give yourself to him there and then. You cautiously sat down beside him and it took all of your strength to greet him the same as usual “Hi Isaac. I hope you had a good weekend?” You internally screamed at how faint your voice had come out. It was so clear you had no control in this situation. 

He chuckles darkly, the seductive sound causes a shiver to run through your body “My weekend was great. You could even say one of the best. But nothing compares to today...” He leans forward and whispers into your ear “This is my favourite class after all.” 

You spent the rest of the lesson literally on the edge of your seat. A flood of emotions had passed through you in the space of an hour and just when you had begun to calm down, Isaac would lean in and whisper something into your ear or would “accidentally” brush his knee with yours. 

You had no idea what had come over him. The quiet, shy Isaac you had come to know and like, had completely disappeared over night and was replaced with an overly confident, flirtatious persona. You had no idea which Isaac was the real one anymore, but either way you found yourself attracted to him.  

You sat with Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Allison at lunch and Isaac was the main topic of conversation. “I think he’s better this way.” Lydia announced “He actually seems attractive now.” 

Stiles looked at you “You better be careful Y/N, or Lydia is going to swoop in and steal your man.” 

You punched Stiles lightly on his arm “He is not my man!” You turn to face Lydia “And he was attractive before! You just didn’t know the real him.” You confront her. 

“And you did?” She responds “He barely even spoke two words to you before today.” She rolls her eyes at you. 

You were about to respond before Scott interrupts “The main point is, he’s changed suddenly and I’d like to figure out how or why he’s suddenly acting different.” He gave the rest of the group a cryptic look and you let out a sigh. 

You had a feeling there was something the rest of the group was hiding from you and you only hoped they would trust you enough soon, to be able to tell you what it was. 

It was once again your last lesson of the day and you smiled at Boyd as you entered the classroom. You decided not to look at Isaac, as you couldn’t take another moment of his alluring stare. 

It was only a few minutes into the class however, when you felt a sudden kick to your chair. You looked behind you and noticed Isaac's foot on the back of your seat. You turned back around and decided to ignore it. It wasn’t causing you too much of an issue and you weren’t feeling strong enough to face the new Isaac at the moment. 

A few moments later you felt another kick, but you just rolled your eyes and carried on writing. However, after the fourth kick, you had had enough. You looked over your shoulder at Isaac, but he pretended not to notice and acted like he had done nothing wrong. You made eye contact with Boyd and rolled your eyes, causing him to chuckle. Isaac suddenly kicked your chair again, however this time he kicked it with some force and you were pushed harshly against your desk, bruising your ribs. You let out a grunt of pain and for a moment you were shocked that Isaac had hurt you. 

However, your shock didn’t last long and you found yourself suddenly angry at his actions. You pushed your chair back with force, causing him to remove his foot from your chair and you twisted around ferociously, glaring daggers at him. For a moment he looked like the usual Isaac you had grown to like. You saw a flash of remorse and worry spread across his face and for a moment you thought he was going to apologise. 

But then Boyd also turned to face Isaac protectively and you were glad to have him by your side as a trusted friend. Isaac looked towards Boyd and then back to you, a sadistic smirk slowly spreading across his face. He chuckled lightly and rolled his eyes at you, before leaning back in his chair and looking out of the window. 

You had decided to sit with Boyd at lunch the next day, as you had plans to go over your history homework. You couldn’t help but glance over at the table where Isaac usually sat alone and were shocked to see him sitting beside a blonde girl. His arm draped casually over her shoulder. Did Isaac get himself a girlfriend? 

You quickly looked away, not wanting to get caught staring. Especially after what went down between you two yesterday. However, Boyd had noticed you looking over at Isaac and even he seemed to be shocked at what he saw “Are Isaac and Erica dating now?!” He exclaimed. 

Your eyes widened in shock “Wait, that’s Erica?!” You risked another glance over at them and quickly turned away. Both Isaac and Erica were staring in your direction, both of them smirking wildly. 

You looked up at Boyd and noticed him still looking over at them. You grabbed a hold of his arm and yanked at him, causing him to look away “Why did you do that?” He asked. 

You whispered harshly at him “Because you were staring! Do you want them to know we were talking about them?!” 

Boyd whispered back “I don’t really care either way. And is that why you’re whispering?” 

You rolled your eyes “Well I do! And yes obviously.” 

Boyd began to laugh “Y/n, they’re sitting at the other end of the hall, I really doubt they can hear us.” He reasoned, no longer whispering. 

You sat up straight and flipped back your hair “Yes, well... I guess you’re right.” Soon enough you were both laughing at your stupidity and you were glad for the distraction. You didn’t want to think about Isaac dating anyone else, even after how much of a jerk he was being. 

Your laughter was interrupted not long after, when Scott and Stiles approached you both. “Hey Y/N, hey Boyd.” Stiles waved before sitting opposite you. 

“Hey guys.” You respond “What can we do for you?” 

Scott suddenly spoke up “Well actually we are here to receive the keys to the ice rink off Boyd.” He beamed at Boyd, clearly trying to charm him with a bright smile. 

Boyd leaned forward “I told Stilinski it would be 50 dollars.”

Stiles moved forward to meet Boyd half way “I’m pretty sure you said it would be 20.” He slides 20 dollars across the table. 

Boyd huffs and slides the notes back towards him “I said 50.” He was holding his ground. You watched the exchange with amusement. 

“Okay, how about 30?” Stiles asks hopefully. 

“50.” Boys responds. 

Stiles sighs and gets out his wallet and counts his money “Look I’ve only got 40 and...” He searched around in his pockets and pulls out a chocolate bar “some chocolate?” 

Boyd stays silent for a while, before taking a set of keys out of his pocket “Deal.” He trows the keys to Stiles and reaches for the money and chocolate bar. 

“What are you guys doing at the ice rink?” You finally ask, breaking the silence. 

Scott smiles at you, we are taking Allison and Lydia on a double date.” You smile back at him, before turning to Stiles, smirking slightly. 

“Does Lydia know it’s a date?” You ask and he stumbles over his words. 

“Not exactly, but hopefully she will realise half way through and will see it as the best date she’s ever had.” You can’t help but laugh at his optimism. “We were gonna ask if you wanted to come actually, but we thought it would be awkward if you didn’t have a date of your own...” 

Scott chimed in “You’re still welcome to join us though... if you find a date.” Scott looks away sheepishly.

Stiles glances over at Isaac, who was now sitting alone “Why don’t you ask him?” 

You can’t help but sigh “I probably would have, but not anymore. He’s become a real jerk and I don’t date bullies.” A sudden idea springs to mind “Hey Boyd?” Your friend turns away from counting his money from Stiles and looks at you. “Want to go on a date with me?” You ask. 

Boyd lets out a laugh “Sure thing!” He exclaims excited. 

Stiles lets out a low groan “Are you serious? We basically just paid him to go on a date with you!” 

You and Boyd look at each other and laugh “Yeah I guess you did!” Scott and Stiles walk away in defeat “We will see you tonight!” You call after them still laughing. Boyd opens up the chocolate bar from Stiles and splits it in half, handing you a piece. 

You accept it gratefully and begin eating contentedly, looking forward to your date tonight. 

You picked Boyd up on your way to the Ice rink. You were meeting the rest of the gang there and you were glad that Boyd had agreed to come with you, as you wanted him to get to know your other friends and maybe even join the group himself.

Everyone else was already there when you arrived and you were impressed at Lydia’s ice skating abilities. Whilst she was spinning around on the ice like a professional ice skater, Scott was barely managing to stay upright and was grabbing hold of Allison for support. You turned to Boyd and held your hand out to him, “Care to take me on a tour of your work?” You ask and he gladly accepts your invitation. Soon enough you were both skating along the rink, laughing merrily.

After a few hours of skating around with everyone, your toes were beginning to get too cold, so you and Boyd decided to head home. You made your way out of the entrance of the ice rink and out into the car park, still laughing happily. You were glad Scott and Stiles had invited you out, needing the distraction to keep your mind off Isaac.

However, just before you reached your car. A black SUV pulled into the car park and skidded to a halt in front of you both. The driver door opened and a muscly, dark haired man got out. He began walking towards Boyd with purpose. You grabbed hold of Boyd's sleeve on instinct, slightly intimidated by the unknown man. The passenger door and one of the back doors of the car then opened and to your surprise Erica, followed by Isaac got out of the car and stood beside the dark haired man.

You couldn’t help but stare at Isaac, but after glancing in your direction once, he didn’t even look at you again. Erica, however, was smirking at you. Her full focus drawn in your direction. You glared back at her, not wanting her to think she managed to get under your skin. After a moment, you turned your attention back to the mysterious male.

He walked forward slowly “Hi Boyd, my name is Derek Hale. Is it okay if we can talk? Isaac here has told me all about you.” He gestures towards Isaac and smiles at Boyd.

You were surprised at Derek's words, why was Isaac talking to this man about Boyd?

“Erm... sure.” Boyd replies, before turning to me “Are you okay to wait here for a minute whilst we talk?”

You nod at him and look back towards Derek, who is finally acknowledging your presence “Actually, this may take a while. I can drop Boyd home, so you can go on ahead. We wouldn’t want you to stay out too late.” He smiles at you, clearly trying to be friendly. But for some unknown reason, it causes a tingle down your spine.

“I don’t mind waiting.” You say, not wanting to leave Boyd alone “I can just wait in the car if it's private-” You were about to continue when Isaac suddenly cut you off.

“Y/N. Just go home. This is none of your business.” He was so abrupt with you, that it caused a pain in your chest. He didn’t even bother to face you, but instead turned his head to the side away from you and crossed his arms in annoyance.

“Oh.. okay.” You say quietly and Erica lets out a laugh, but you decided to ignore her and instead turn to face Boyd “Are you sure you’re okay? You don’t have to stay you know.”

He smiles down at you “I’m sure it will be fine. I will just hear what they have to say.”

You smile back at him and let go of his sleeve “Okay then, but text me when you’re home?” He nods in response and you turn back towards your car. You risk one last glance at Isaac and the others, but he refuses to look at you.

“It was nice to meet you Y/N.” Derek calls after you and you smile back at him.

“Don’t worry we won’t keep your boyfriend long!” Erica calls after you, but you carry on walking to your car. Not caring enough to respond.

You received a text from Boyd an hour later, saying he had gotten home safe. You sighed in relief, and finally allow yourself to drift off to sleep.

You had planned to ask Boyd about what had happened at school the next day, but he never showed. You dropped him a text during first period in case he was just running late, but he didn’t respond.

“You know, if you keep frowning like that you’ll get wrinkles.”

You jumped at the sudden voice beside you and glance down to see Isaac with his head on the desk, facing towards you. He had been sleeping through most of the class, so you were surprised to hear him speak.

You let out a sigh and face the board, ignoring Isaac.

“Hey, don’t ignore me.” Isaac sat up suddenly, but you continued with your work.

He let out a light chuckle “You know it’s rude to ignore people...”

You quickly cut him off “If you know it’s rude to ignore people, then why did you ignore me last night?” You instantly cursed yourself for responding. He was clearly looking for a reaction and you had given him one.

He smiled darkly at you “Is that what you’re mad about? If you want me to give you attention, all you have to do is ask.” He places his hand under the desk and reaches over to put his hand on your knee.

You are frozen in place. He edges towards you, his hand slowly moving up your thigh. Your heart began to beat out of control. A range of emotions washed over you. Panic. Pleasure. Anger. Lust. You finally got your thoughts into place, just before he reached a certain private spot. You reached under the table and grabbed his hand and thrust it away from you with as much force as you could muster.

You then stood up abruptly and smacked Isaac hard across the face. The sound echoed throughout the whole class room and everyone turned to face you in shock.

Mr Harris rounded on you in an instant “Miss Y/L/N! Make your way to the headteachers office this instant!” You were about to argue, when you were cut off “And Mr Lahey, you will come see me after class. Now go.”

You picked up your stuff off of the desk and threw it into your bag, before glaring down at Isaac, who was still sitting there stunned. You then stormed out of the classroom, not bothering to look back. 

Luckily you weren’t in trouble with the headteacher, after explaining what had happened. And even more surprisingly, you found yourself defending Isaac so he wouldn’t get expelled. His punishment would be a week of detention instead.

After skipping your next class, you decided to study on the bleachers. The weather was nice, and you thought a Vitamin D boost would help. You had managed to get most of your homework done and you were glad to keep yourself distracted. Your mind had been whirling with thoughts of Isaac and also worry for your friend Boyd, who had yet to text you back.

You decided to try calling Boyd, but it went straight to answer phone. You let out a heavy sigh and looked out across the field. A group of boys began sprinting across the field in their jerseys. You had completely forgotten that today they had practice for Lacrosse. Which meant the whole team, including Isaac, would be on the field. You began to pack up your homework, not wanting to bump into him, but someone called out to you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Hey Y/N!” You were glad to see Scott and Isaac coming towards you. “We heard about what happened in class, are you okay?!” Stiles asked, looking genuinely concerned.

You smiled at him, glad that you had good friends you could rely on “Yeah, I’m fine. Just an issue involving a certain someone getting a little handsy.” You nodded towards Isaac who had just made his way onto the field and was clearly trying his hardest not to look in your direction.

This time Scott spoke up “Wait, he put his hands on you?!” He was beginning to look mad and you smiled at him, trying to show him that you were okay.

“I’m fine, he only touched my leg. I stopped him before he could do anything worse.” You let out a sigh “Anyway, you guys have practice, so I’m going to go. Good luck to you both!” You patted them both on the shoulders and went to stand up.

Suddenly there were police officers on the field, being led by Stiles’s dad, the Sheriff. “I wonder what’s going on?” You say out loud.

“I don’t know.” Stiles admits.

You watched from the bleachers as Stiles’ dad approached Isaac. Suddenly Isaac was being escorted away, a shocked look on his face.

“Why are they taking Isaac?” You ask, slightly panicked.

“Because his dad was murdered.” Scott answers “And they think he’s a suspect.”

[cakeleighh]

You ever just create an au crossover with two fandoms you’re currently in? Just cuz? No real plot or idea, just a concept? Like marmite and chocolate. “Idk how the fuck these two got in even 5 meters of each other, but it actually tastes nice????”

Well, I present to you;

Yeah, idk either, but I loved the design so I’m posting it. Fun fact; I drew this lying on my side, my drawing arm under my body, and using my finger on my small phone. Am I proud I made something like this in these conditions? Yes. Should I be? Not really. But oh well.

Also, the reason I’m posting this now is cuz I just created something so cute I had to post it.

If anyone wants to use these designs, go right ahead! I’m probably not gonna go further. And if someone wants to create an in-depth miraculous x teenwolf crossover, feel free. My only aim with this post was show cute fox stiles, and get people inspired.

I do have a small narrative if anyone wants to use it, but it’s not in-depth or even finished, so don’t feel obliged to. The story is like so;

-Trixx’s miraculous has been lost from the miracle box (instead of Nooroo & Duusuu’s), it gets into the hands of someone bad -like a boss- and when he’s defeated, another bad person gets the miraculous. The cycle passing from bad people to bad people continues for years.

-Because of the nature of the fox miraculous, most people who wield it use it very discreetly. So there’s no coverage of a “fox supervillain” in the media. However, if you were to ask someone involved within criminal activity; they’d tell you it was a legend to scare gangs into submission by the police.

-Eventually, a mercenary with the fox miraculous comes to California to lay low for a bit, however, he’s killed by a druid for a sacrifice. The miraculous is left behind on the scene, since the Druid is unaware of what it really is.

-Stiles, who had been looking for clues on the new killer, comes across the now vacant home. It’s obvious that there was a fight, so he starts to record things and collect evidence for himself. He luckily isn’t obliged to tell the police since technically, he shouldn’t even know there’s a killer. So technically to the police, it’s just robbery, not withholding information. In his endeavour, he finds the fox miraculous -thinking it’s a tad tacky, but he never underestimates the small things. Not after his friend was bitten by a werewolf and he got drawn into the weird supernatural world.

-once he gets home it takes him hours of filtering through evidence before he gets the the necklace. It’s at that point it activates and Trixx emerges. It’s not like “AAAAA WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU”, it’s more like “... I didn’t sign up for this, I should really consider just leaving this godforsaken town.”

-Trixx explains what a miraculous is how it can give him amazing powers. But the first thing Stiles asks is who was the guy who had it in the house he found the necklace in. They hesitantly explain he was a mercenary, but they can’t reveal his name.

-Stiles takes a while but he gets exited about having this unique insight on this case. Now they could possibly stop the killer before anyone else has to die. However, he doesn’t actually want to use the miraculous power since “I can’t waste time trying to play super hero! There’s a killer out there and if we needed an enhanced individual to get them, we’d have the werewolves out there. No, for this case we need a detective.”

-Trixx was very surprised when they heard Stiles explain he didn’t want to use the miraculous, but the more they listened, the more they understood the reasoning. Inwardly, they were immensely relieved. They could finally take a break from using their power for bad, and now could maybe even help this little kit out in doing some good.

~time skip as Trixx and Stiles become closer while on the case~

~there’s a point where Stiles is stuck in a the back of a truck with no way out. There was reason to believe the truck belonged to the killer, so Stiles invited himself in (closing the door so no one could see him snooping), and his hunch is right when he sees freezers full of body parts. What he didn’t anticipate though, was that the truck would start moving.

~With rising tensions, Stiles desperately-and yet fruitlessly- tries to find a way out, unless he wanted jump out the back of a moving vehicle at 60+ mph.

~Trixx advises him to use the miraculous, but he’s adamant against it, saying he can find a way out himself. Saying things like, “Scott would find a way.” And “Derek would be disappointed if I used such a cheap trick to get out of this.”

~Eventually, when the supposed killer starts to get to a stop, Stiles finally gives in and uses the miraculous.

~cue typical transformation scene~

~Stiles doesn’t have time to question the outfit before the killer parks, gets out of the car, and seemingly starts to go for the back door.

~Stiles tries to do what Trixx had told him before (regarding the fox miraculous power), and attempts to make himself invisible in the corner by making a mirage of an empty corner in front of him.

~It works and the killer doesn’t suspect a thing. Luckily Stiles was able to escape the truck when the killer went to put the first box in a warehouse. He makes sure to take many photos and notes about where he is, and what the warehouse is like. It’s not in the main town, but it isn’t far. Since it’s surrounded by forests, Stiles was able to slip away from the situation undetected.

~Stiles isn’t stupid, he isn’t going to face a serial killer he knows nothing about, and without his pack. Furthermore, he feels wrong for using Trixx, since they wanted to have a break from being used. So as soon as he was out of view of the warehouse, he powered down to begin a probably long walk back to town.

~Trixx was obviously a bit worn out, but all together happy that Stiles was ok. They found it weird when the kit started to apologise to Trixx, saying how it felt wrong to use someone like that. They found it soothing to have such a respectful miraculous holder, but they assured him it was perfectly fine and that that was the point of the miraculous anyway.

~hours of walking later and Stiles finally gets home, about just as exhausted as Trixx was. He asked if there was anyway to regain the kwami’s energy, which they replied that food would be good enough. So he let them look through all the food he had to see if they had a preference. They didn’t seem that picky, but when they saw a pack of blueberries, they instantly lit up and went for it. Stiles was going to ask if they wanted anything more, but the fox sped off cackling to themself.

~end~

And that’s all I got for more detailed scenes. I guess the general consensus from then on is that Stiles and Trixx go on with the case, and get the entire pack to ambush the killer to take him down. He only uses the fox miraculous if it’s the only way, or if using it would prevent possible casualties.

But as for more hc about it, I guess Stiles wouldn’t be able to tell the pack -secret identities n’ all that- and I’d assume he’d be hesitant to be Vulpy in front of the pack. But for embarrassment or just not wanting to open that can of worms, I have no clue.

I think Stiles would strike up the deal “If you agree to help me on this case, I’ll find and return you to your guardian”. Even though Trixx has no say in whether he can use them or not, it’s a deal they can’t pass up.

Also, just saying, if Stiles got akumatised he would call himself “Nogitsune” ;) which is a good next drawing idea, actually.

Like I said, if anyone wants redo any of this and completely change it, feel free! The idea of all the pack having a miraculous would be very interesting.

[I said I wouldn’t develop it more but I’m a sleep deprived idiot that was like “wouldn’t it be fun to make a animation/animatic of the transformation” and actually did it. I hate myself, but look out for it on my page, I only have a few last things to do.]

[just-jordie-things]

Fire Meets Gasoline - Stiles Stilinski

word count: 6530 warnings: swearing, drinking a/n: this is my 200th imagine posted! yay! also i saw this morning i hit 3k and i wanna tell u all i love you so much, so i hope y’all enjoy this ❤️

[ i got all i need when you came after me // fire meets gasoline ]

Stiles and (y/n) were a duo that no one would ever expect, until you saw them together.  As soon as you saw the way they were around one another, it would dawn on you just how perfect their dynamic really is.

Stiles, the spazzy, lanky, terrible-at-lacrosse, investigative, and very human boy.  His anxiety making his bubbly personality borderline overbearing, and the passion he held for the things and the ones he loved so heart warming there wasn’t a day that went by that the people around him didn’t feel cared about while in his presence.  (y/n) knew this very well, and she complimented him nearly perfectly.

(y/n), the mostly calm, beautiful, sweet, and intelligent human girl, just as passionate as he.  She always found beauty in anything she could, from the way the sun set, to the sound of her friends’ laughter.  She appreciated the things around her, the people around her, and gave them each the utmost love and care.

But especially Stiles.

Anyone with eyes saw the way the two looked at one another, with twinkling, heart filled eyes, and exchanging bright smiles.  Soft and lingering touches, loud laughter and cute giggles.  They were about as perfect as it gets.

But of course, they were best friends.  Always have been.  Ever since she made him a macaroni necklace in kindergarten as an attempt to make new friends.  And it had worked.  They easily became-

- “Best friends.  That’s it” (y/n) told Lydia, smiling condescendingly as the banshee once again asked the girl how her ‘little boyfriend’ was.  “How many times do I have to say it?”

“Hm, a million” Lydia mused playfully, skimming her hand through racks of clothes.  The girls had decided a shopping day was exactly what they needed, seeing as there was no supernatural dilemmas, and there was four weeks before (y/n) flew out to New York to start moving into her dorm.

“A million is a lot of repetition” The human girl mumbled in response, and Lydia giggled.

“Well if that’s what it takes for you to see how in love with each other you are, then fine.  But I’m gonna get tired of it fast, just saying”

“Can we talk about anything else? Please?” She responded, eyes catching a cute top and holding it up for her friend’s response.  “Like how cute this is?”

“Very cute, blue is pretty don’t you think?” Lydia asked, carefully picking through her selection.  (y/n) nodded in response, looking over the cute piece of clothing she’d found.  “And Stiles’ favorite color, yeah?”

(y/n) gave Lydia a blank look, but the banshee just shrugged a nonchalant shoulder and continued flicking through clothes.  The girl looked down at the shirt she’d picked out, pursing her lips as she thought about it.  Then hooked it over her arm with the other items she’d picked out to try on.

Lydia smiled from the other side of the rack, shaking her head at her best friend.  Her poor, hopelessly in love best friend.

“Man, I can’t believe in a few months we’ll be off to college” Scott sighed, clicking his bottle of beer against his friend’s, looking out at the neighborhood as they sat on the Stilinski’s porch step.

“Me either, still kinda feels like the first day of high school was just yesterday.  As stupidly cheesy as that sounds” He replied, tipping the bottle back and taking a long swig.

“Dear God, before any of this shit happened” Scott chuckled.  “You were so scrawny, and that god awful haircut-”

“Dude it’s been four years, let the buzzcut go” Stiles snipped, but Scott just laughed again.

“And cute little (y/n) in her blazer, ready to knock down all those freshmen boys” Scott shook his head.  “Damn did she grow up” He continued.  “The braces came off, and the boys came on-”

“Yeah yeah.  I see what you’re doing” Stiles said, giving Scott a pointed look.

“What?” The alpha responded, taking an innocent drink from his beer.

“You’re trying to get me to make a move on (y/n).  Again.”

“Whaaat?” Scott said disbelievingly.  “Pfft, no, of course not” Scott said, shaking his head repeatedly.  “I mean… unless you want to make a move…”

“Scott!” Stiles called out, a laugh following.  “I’m not into (y/n) like that, why do you always assume I am?”

“You want me to honestly answer that?” Scott replied with a snicker.

“Yeah go for it, I’ll be here waiting to prove you wrong” Stiles said, shrugging as casually as he could.

“Alright fine then, I will” The werewolf set his bottle next to him on the step.  “You cuddle, kind of a lot”

“What?” Stiles narrowed his eyes like he didn’t believe him.

“You do! When we go to the movies you’ve always got your arm around her, and when we all hang out she’s always got her hand on your arm or your shoulder, and ahg, the head on the shoulder thing she does it all the time!”

“That doesn’t mean anything.  Liam fell asleep on your goddamn lap in the middle of a pack meeting” Stiles said through a burst of laughter.

“Okay then, how about the pet names then?” Scott tested.  “Always calling you babe, or honey, or sweetie” Stiles’ laughter continued on.

“Scott, she calls everyone names like that, it’s just part of her sweet persona-”

“Aha! There! There it is! You’re always talking her up.  ‘Oh, (y/n’s) so sweet, (y/n’s) so smart.  (y/n’s) so beautiful.  (y/n) is such a badass”

“So? I can’t say nice things about my friends?” Stiles replied, smiling cheekily at his friend, and taking another drink of his beer.

“You never tell me that I’m beautiful” Scott said seriously.

“Woah, what’s going on here fellas?” A feminine voice called, the back gate opening as (y/n) bounded through the backyard to hang out with her boys.

“Stiles never tells me I’m beautiful” Scott cried out, and (y/n) raised a suspicious eyebrow towards her freckled friend as she took a beer out of the box.

“Stiles? I believe you owe an apology” She said as seriously as she could.  Stiles groaned, but turned to Scott, who was now smiling widely and expectantly.

“I’m sorry” He breathed out.

“I forgive you” Scott said.  “Beautiful” He added before taking a swig of his drink.  (y/n) giggled, perching herself in the grass in front of them.

“Stiles can you open this for me?” She asked softly, handing the boy her bottle.  He nodded and set down his own to take hers and pop the cap off.  “Thank you” She grinned happily before taking a drink of her beer.

“Anytime” He replied, tapping the neck of his bottle against hers in a silent cheers.

“So how was girls day?” Scott asked, smiling between the two of his friends as their smiles were soft and secret.

“Great! New clothes for a whole new chapter of life” (y/n) said happily.  “Oh, and Stiles I found flannels on sale, you’re welcome”

“Awe, isn’t that sweet?” Scott said, nudging his shoulder against Stiles’.  Luckily (y/n) didn’t pick up on the awkward tension Scott had just created between him and Stiles.  “(y/n’s) always so sweet”

“Scotty why are you acting drunk? Alcohol’s got nothing on you” (y/n) shook her head at Scott, wondering why he was acting so weird.

“Sorry, just you’re a lightweight and when you get all out of it Stiles will quit drinking so you don’t do anything stupid and then I’ll go home sober and bored” Scott groaned.  “I miss being able to get drunk!”  The girl smiled sadly and set her hand on the werewolf’s arm.

“I won’t get drunk, we can all just have a chill night together, alright?”

Scott caught the way Stiles eyed the contact on Scott’s arm.

“That sounds really great (y/n)” Scott said with a smile, and pulled her in for a hug.

“Oh- okay then” She chuckled, patting his back awkwardly.  Over her shoulder, Scot was giving Stiles a look.  Who rolled his eyes in response.  “Scott, this is an awkwardly long hug, can you let me go now?” Her voice was muffled, like she couldn’t breathe.

“Right, right.  You’re just so soft (y/n), has anyone ever told you that?”

“Uh-”

“How about movies inside?” Stiles perked up, desperately trying to get out of this conversation that had taken a turn for the weirdest.

“That sounds great” She agreed, standing up and stumbling just a little bit.

“You’re already tipsy?” Stiles gaped, standing and steadying her by her shoulder.  “Seriously, you drank one bottle”

“I’m fine! Just stood up too fast” She said, patting her hand over his and sliding it off her shoulder.  “So, what’re we watching?” She asked, her arm linking through Stiles’ as they went into the house, Scott leisurely making his way to the recliner and flopping onto it.

“Just please not Star Wars” He asked.

“Oh come on!” Stiles through his arms in the air, unlinking (y/n’s) from around him.  “You’ve never even seen it, don’t act like it’s the worst”

“Oh, I’m not acting” Scott snickered.  Stiles scowled at his friend.

“Alright, Scotty how about you find a movie we all like, and Stiles and I will get snacks, yeah?” (y/n) suggested.  She tugged on Stiles’ wrist softly, causing him to look down at her.  Scott smirked from where he sat, shooing them off to get the supplies necessary for a proper movie night.  They walked off without another word.

“He’s so mean to me” Stiles said, making the girl giggle softly.

“Don’t say that.  He’s your best friend he’s just teasing” She said, looking through his cabinets for snacks.

“Always teasing” He grumbled to himself.

“It’s what friends do.  What was it tonight? He seemed to be making a big deal out of something”

“Nothing, it was stupid” Stiles said dismissively.  (y/n) turned to him and quirked an eyebrow.

“Well if it’s nothing then it can’t be stupid” She said, and he gave her a look.  He hated when she saw right through him like that.  He was supposed be the detective one.  “Come on, spill it.  It can’t be that stupid”

“It is”

“You two always do stupid stuff.  You used to duct tape the engine of your jeep together to get it to work” She said.  “What is it?”

“(y/n) it’s just awkward” He breathed heavily, and the girl sat down at a stool by the kitchen island.

“You’re making lame points Stiles.  Need I remind you that awkward and stupid are my forte? How do you think I’ve put up with you for the past sixteen years” She said with a sweet smile.  “Come on Stiles, it’s just me it can’t be so bad that you can’t tell me”

The boy sighed, standing across from where she sat.

“He was telling me how… how you and I…” He trailed off, not knowing how to put it into words.  The proper ones, at least.  (y/n) stared at him patiently while he fumbled with his hands.  “Scott thinks that you and I should be like… you know..”

“Like… what?” She questioned, not sure on where he was going with this.  Subconsciously, she reached out and grabbed onto his anxious hands.

“That we should be dating… or-or something” Stiles stammered out.  (y/n’s) brows rose out of shock, not having expected that.

“Oh” Was all that she could think to say.  “And… what you agree with that or something?”

“No!” Stiles said quickly, almost too fast, as the girl winced at his instant response.  “Not like that it’s just… I’m tired of hearing it, you know?”

“Me too! Oh my God Lydia is always trying to pull that kind of stuff on me” She said, letting out a sigh of relief that it didn’t make anything awkward between them.

“I mean seriously, you’ve been my best friend since we were like… toddlers.  It’d just be weird” Stiles chuckled.

“Right! I watched you try to eat a crayon on a dare.  Nothing hot about that” (y/n) giggled with him, and slid off of her seat.

“Yeah yeah don’t go attacking my ego now” He said, making her grin up at him.  He could’ve sworn her eyes sparkled when she smiled like that.

“But seriously, why can’t a guy and a girl be friends without there being something more?” She asked.  “I choose who I hang out with, and I choose who I date.  Simple as that”

Stiles gave an affirmative nod in response, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared down at her.  “Simple as that” He repeated.  His eyes searched her eyes for any possible sign that it wasn’t so simple.

It seemed to be silent between them for an eternity, before Scott finally hollered from the living room.

“Hey I got the movie! Are you getting snacks or not?” The two nearly jumped out of their skin, finally breaking eye contact and scrambling around the kitchen for snacks.

Scott snickered quietly to himself, obviously having heard their entire conversation.  As well as smell the absolute adoration that they both radiated.  Man if only one of them weren’t so oblivious.

Once the film began playing, all of the awkward tension that was once thick in the room disappeared, and the three friends were all laughing and eating and enjoying the film.  Scott still chilling on his favorite chair, which he fell asleep in almost every time he used it.  Stiles and (y/n) sat on the sofa, their usual place for movie watching.  Mostly cause there was no other place to sit, unless the floor was an option that either were interested in, which it wasn’t.  But also because there was plenty of space to spread out and not feel cramped up with each other.

That reason was currently pretty ironic, seeing as (y/n) was completely curled up into Stiles’ side, with her head resting peacefully on his shoulder and her tired eyes watching the tv.

“Tipsy (y/n) is the best” Scott said, earning a quick glance from Stiles that screamed drop it.  But of course, he didn’t.  “Always so cuddly and loving”

(y/n), having known now that Scott had been teasing Stiles about her, didn’t say anything,  just ignored it altogether and tried to focus on the movie.

“I remember after Lydia’s birthday last year, when everyone left the party and the real party began.  Whoo (y/n/n) was just all over you” He laughed to himself as though recalling a fond memory.  Even though at the time he didn’t really care because he thought it’d be Stiles’ prime opportunity to make a move.

“Yeah” Stiles replied in monotone.  “What he won’t say is that you just barely missed the trash can when puking the next morning, and almost made a mess on my bed”

(y/n) sleepily giggled in response, having remembered the way Stiles freaked out while trying to keep his cool.

“Just saying.  Stiles is such a squirmy guy, I can’t believe you’re able to get him to sit down and cuddle you”

“He’s a good cuddler” (y/n) spoke before Stiles could tell Scott to shut up.  Both boys looked at her, stunned she’d responded.  “Now be quiet and watch the movie guys, it’s the best part” She added quietly, taking a piece of popcorn out of the bowl on Stiles’ lap.

When she fell asleep before the end of the movie, Scott was wildly gesturing for Stiles’ attention.  Waving his arms all over without making a noise, as not to wake the girl up.

“What?” Stiles hissed quietly, giving the werewolf a dangerous look.

“Nothing.  You guys just look cute” He shrugged.

“Will you stop?” Stiles sighed.  “Seriously, at this point it’s useless, Scott”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean (y/n) and I, are just friends.  We’ll always be just friends.  That’s it.  There is no way that we could ever, or would ever, be anything more than that” He snapped, trying his best to keep his voice low.

Not that it mattered, seeing as (y/n) was awake, and her heart was shattered.  But she didn’t say a thing.  Just kept her eyes shut and tried to keep her emotions at bay so Scott couldn’t tell that she was still awake.

The day that (y/n) left Beacon Hills was rainy.  And she’ll always remember it that way because Stiles had told her it was a sign that she wasn’t meant to go.

“I have to” She sighed softly with a shrug as she sat across from him at his kitchen table.  She’d come over that morning to have breakfast with him, before the pack would take her to the airport to give her their goodbyes.

“But why does it have to be so far” He mumbled down to the table, unable to look at her in fear that he’d start crying.  (y/n) smiled sadly at the boy, letting go of the coffee mug she’d wrapped her hands around to keep warm, and sliding her hands across the table to hold onto one of his.

“It’s not that long” She promised.

“It’s still summer, school’s not for another four months” He sighed.  “What if something happens here?”

“Like what?”

“Like… assassins”

“That’s already happened, I doubt it will again” She replied with a soft giggle.  “You’re worrying too much.  It’s not like you and I will never speak again Stiles”

“I know…”

“We’ll FaceTime, and text, and call, and I’ll send you lame and cheesy letters, and we’ll still Snapchat and all that” She told him.  “Not like I’m dropping off the face of the Earth”

“I know” He said again, looking up at her now.  “It’s just such a long time, and you’re so far away”

“I’ll be back for Christmas, that’s not too far from now”

“That’s like… six months”

“Five, actually” (y/n) sighed in response.  “But even still, it’s not that long Stiles”

“Maybe for you.  You’ll be moving into your dorm, making new friends, going to college parties, meeting older guys.  I’ll bet you after two weeks, you’ll have a guy regularly hanging around your dorm”

(y/n) rolled her eyes and smiled at the boy as she stood from her seat.

“You know I’m not like that” She told him quietly.  He stared at her for a long moment, not wanting to be the first to suggest they get going.  Then again neither did she.  So the just stood there quietly and shyly looking at one another.  “Maybe it’s time” (y/n) finally whispered.

“Yeah, yeah we should probably head out” He replied, and they headed towards the door.  But the both of them seemed to be moving in slow motion.  When she had her shoes and jacket on, there was no time left to stall.

She looked up at Stiles with a hopeless expression.  And he smiled back sadly before opening the door.

The entire ride to the airport was silent, spent listening to the same CD that they always played in his Jeep.  Not a single word was shared between them until they got to the airport.

It seemed liked every second was their last.

He helped get her suitcase from the back, and she carried her on-plane backpack herself.  As they walked into the airport to meet with their other friends, (y/n’s) small hand sliding into his and lacing their fingers together.

“It’s not that long” She reminded him quietly, but neither of them really believed her words.

“You’ve always been more optimistic than me” He mused back, and her hand squeezed his for a moment.  A small smile tugging on the ends of her lips.

“You know I’m gonna miss you the m-”

“(y/n)!” The familiar voice of Lydia Martin echoed throughout the corridor of the airport, promptly ending (y/n’s) sentence.  The strawberry blonde squealed and hurried over to hug her friend.  “I’m gonna miss you so much!” Her arms hugged around the human girl’s torso so tight that she gasped for air.

“Lyd- Lyds- too tight-” She wheezed, and Lydia released her.

“Sorry I just… I’m gonna miss you so much” She breathed.  (y/n) frowned, the sudden rush of realizing she won’t see this girl for a few months hitting her like a tidal wave.  Suddenly she threw her arms back around the banshee and held her tightly, her chin setting on her shoulder and squeezing her securely.

“I’m gonna miss you too Lyds” She mumbled back, tears beginning to gloss over her eyes.  “You’re my bestest friend, I’m so happy I met you”

“Don’t get sappy on me now you’ll make my makeup run” Lydia replied, voice cracking as she released her friend.  “I love you so much (y/n/n)”

“Love you too Lydie” She replied.  “I’m gonna miss you.  But we’ll keep in touch of course, yeah?” Lydia nodded her head frantically.  “Don’t get too crazy with your parties” (y/n) warned.  “And take care of my boys for me”

“Ah, we can take care of ourselves” Scott spoke up, walking over to (y/n) and already opening his arms to hug her goodbye.  She laughed in a sarcastic response, knowing full well they couldn’t survive without her.  Scott hugged her tightly, lifting her off of the ground for a quick moment and setting her back down.  “Be safe kiddo”

“Always am”

“Yeah right.  Really, be safe.  And don’t get lost in the city.  Carry pepper spray”

“Need I remind you I can knock a guy out in a single punch?” She responded with witty banter, smirking proudly at the accomplishment she’d made last year.

“Yeah yeah.  Let me know if the big city has any werewolves, okay?”

“You’ll be the first to know” She promised.  “Alright Dunbar, you telling me goodbye or what?”

“Do I have to?” He groaned playfully, but hugged her quickly anyways.

“Don’t give these three a hard time.  They’re your family” She told him, almost as though she was reprimanding him.  But Liam smiled back at her happily, earning a rub on his head from the girl.

And lastly, she turned to Stiles, awaiting his goodbye with his hands in his pockets and a sad smile on his lips.  (y/n) felt her ters build up all over against she quickly stepped over to him, his arms embracing her before she’d even made her way completely to him, holding onto her tightly and swearing to himself right then and there.

His hands were rubbing her back slightly, her own linked tightly around his neck and her chin forehead against the front of his shoulder.  She was sniffling, and trying her hardest not to cry seeing as they were in a public space and she was already clinging onto this boy like her life depended on it.

“You have to text me all the time, I’m serious” He told her, setting his head on top of hers.  “And call me, at least once a day.  Even if something stupid happens.  Especially if something stupid happens” Stiles went on.  “And if you ever get in some kind of trouble or get kidnapped again-”

“Stiles I don’t think I’m going to get kidnapped” She mumbled into his shirt.

“Then call me or something and I swear I’ll get there as fast as I can”

(y/n) sniffled audibly now, and his hands began to rub her back again.

“It’s going to be okay” She promised.  “I’m going to be okay.  It’s only for a few months, you know I’ll be back before you know it” Her voice was strained as she tried desperately not to let her tears fall from her eyes.

“Don’t do that” Stiles breathed, pulling her off of him.  His hands cupping her face and thumbs swiping just below her eyes to brush away the tears caught there.  “If you start crying then I’ll start crying and that’s just lame, and embarrassing” He told her, and she chuckled softly at that.  Her eyes scared up at his, glossy and round, silently telling him how much she was going to miss him, how much she cared about him.  And although he was looking back at her with this honey brown and shimmering irises, she wasn’t sure if he got the message.

“I’ll call every day” She all but whimpered, and the slightest of smiles pulled on his lips.

“I’d be concerned if you didn’t”

“I’m going to miss you” Her voice was fast, like she was trying to sneak in a lie, but he knew she was trying not to let her emotions flood over her.

“I’m gonna miss you too beautiful” He hummed, a pink blush rising to her cheeks as soon as he said it.  Tugging her close again for another hug, she tucked her face into the crook of his neck.  “So much.  I don’t think I’m gonna make it.  Maybe you should stay”

Her tears began to drip onto her cheeks again.

She didn’t answer him aloud, just held onto him a little tighter.  Looking at Lydia over Stiles’ shoulder, the banshee gave her a sad and knowing smile.  (y/n’s) own eyes relaying the same message she had before.  Only this time, Lydia got it.

She was in love with Stiles Stilinski.

“Now Boarding in gate B17, one way flight to JFK International”

“That’s your flight” Stiles sighed, his hold relaxing on her.

“W-wait” (y/n) begged.  “Just a few more seconds” Her voice cracked, and Stiles easily gave in, holding her in a tighter hug than before.

“I don’t want you to miss your flight” Stiles murmured into her ear.  “I’ll be alright”

“You promise to not forget about me?” (y/n) asked him, and they finally let go of each other.  Stiles smiled down at her.

“Forget about you? I’d forget I had legs first” He told her, and she smiled sadly up at him.

“Alright guys, well… this is it” She took one last look around all of her friends, her heart swelling with love for all of them.  “I’ll see you at Christmas”

“See you at Christmas” They replied, except Stiles, who grabbed her hand for a moment.

“Don’t forget to call” He reminded her, to which she nodded.  WIth one last sad smile and squeeze of her hand, he tugged her closer so that he could lean down and gently kiss the top of her head.  “Enjoy New York, (y/n)” He told her, and she nodded, her cheeks certainly red now.

“Take care of Beacon Hills.  If I come back and you’ve all been murdered, I’m gonna be pissed” She told them, everyone laughing softly.

“Safe travels (y/n)”

She waved goodbye, slinging on her backpack and grabbing her suitcase handle.  With one last glance to Stiles over her shoulders, she was handing the attendant her airline ticket, and getting onto the walkway towards the plane.

Stiles sighed, and Scott walked over to his friend, setting a hand on his shoulder.

“You’ll barely even know she’s gone” He tried consoling him, though it didn’t really work.

And his advice couldn’t have been more wrong.

four months later (september 3rd)

“I have never been so tired in my life” Stiles grumbled to Scott, nearly about to fall asleep on the bus seat right there.  His werewolf best friend, who was sitting next to him at the moment, chuckle tiredly in response.

“Me too.  But I’m scared if I pass out the bus driver won’t wake us up when we get home” Stiles smiled lazily back at him, not even responding.  His head leaning against the window as he fumbled to check his phone.  Hoping to see a notification from (y/n) on there.

Over the past few months, every little thing he got from her was the best part of his day.  From the good morning and goodnight texts, snapchats of her newly put together dorm room, phone calls about how sweet her roommate is.  He couldn’t get enough of hearing from her.  And sure she still sent him pictures and they FaceTimed, but he was dying to see her in person.  And that wasn’t even for another four months.

“Get anything?” Scott asked, curious to hear from one of his favorite humans.

“Uh” Stiles awkwardly fumbled with his phone, sliding it back into the pocket of his sweatshirt.  “No, actually” He said, his voice dropping with disappointment.

“Hey man it’s alright, it’s midnight here, so it’s like… three a.m her time” Scott said, shrugging it off.

“Yeah you’re right” Stiels replied.  Scott began to nod, before his friend continued.  “But she hasn’t talked to me in two days”

Scott nearly gasped out loud.

“What!?” He whisper hissed.  “You used to not be able to go five minutes without seeing each other-”

“Yeah.  I know” Stiles replied bitterly.

“And now you’re not even talking to each other?”

“Yes I got that part” Stiles growled, whacking his friend on the am with the back of his hand.  “I don’t know what happened!”

“Did you send those weird mixed signals?” Scott asked.

“What the hell does that even mean?”

“You know, the ones where you call her those cute names at the most random times, or you stare at her like you’re gonna kiss her and you never do, or you hug her for so long all the people at the freakin’ airport think that you’re being sent overseas and she’s the mother of your children you’re leaving behind!”

“Oh my God OKAY!” Stiles finally snapped, rubbing the bridge of his nose in a stressed out fashion.

“She does it too man, I don’t know why you’re yelling at me” Scott muttered.

“I seriously have no idea what you’re talking about McCall” Stiles mumbled into his hand.

“Yaknow what I’m saying” Scott chuckled, elbowing his friend playfully.  “The Look”

“What look?” Stiles sighed, about ready to hit him again.

“The ‘I’m in love with you’ look!” Scott told him excitedly.  Stiles rolled his eyes.

“No.  Nope.  Not this again.  You’re not even drunk this time!”

“Don’t have to be to spot magic in the making!” Scott replied with a giddy smile.  “I’ve been telling you for years buddy, and you’ve never believed me.  And you should.  I mean Lydia sees it, hell, even Liam sees it”

“Liam wouldn’t know love if it hit him in the face” Stiles muttered.

“I’m just saying, how many times do we gotta tell you before you realize?”

“I’d like to hit him in the face” Stiles continued to mutter to himself.

“You’re both in love with each other and are too scared to admit it!”

Scott’s proclamation in the dark, sleeping lacrosse team filled bus, seemed to awaken Stiles.

“W-what?” His voice grew soft, eyes wide with curiosity.

Scott happily nodded.

“Wait wait wait wait” Stiles shook his head, his brows furrowing as he thought.  “Then why hasn’t she talked to me?”

“I mean it’s only been two days” Scott shrugged.  “She could be busy”

“School hasn’t even started yet” Stiles said.  “I’ve still got a week, then this coaching gig is up and I’m off to DC” He explained.  “And what’s she so busy with? Parties? Drinking? A guy-!?”

“Stiles calm down” Scott chuckled.  “She’s still pretty fresh to the city, it takes a while to get used to it.  Don’t go straight to assuming the worst”

“But what if it is the worst-”

“Stiles!” Scott began to laugh.  “She’s super into you.  I swear it, really.  So whatever her reason is for not having talked to you in a bit” He said as easily as he could.

Scott knew full well (y/n) was fine.  Her text this afternoon to him saying I’m in town, can’t wait to surprise him!, telling him so.

Stiles fumbled with his fingers, unsure of Scott’s words.  If (y/n) ever had an inkling of a feeling towards him, why didn’t he realize it?

“You’re oblivious as hell, man” Scott said, knowing exactly what his friend was thinking.  “You probably still are” He added before tilting his head back and shutting his eyes in hopes of getting some sleep on the ride home.

Stiles frantically checked his phone again.

He didn’t get home for another hour, and ended up having to deal with Scott sleeping against his shoulder, awkwardly shoved against the window.  His body was exhausted from the long day and having to sit in one place for the five hour ride.  He was as quiet as he could be, shutting the front door as silently as possible so that he wouldn’t wake his father, and taking slow and silent steps up the stairs.  When he reached his room his door was closed, which wasn’t normal, but he didn’t think much of it as he opened it and shut it behind him again.

Dropping his backpack and lacrosse gear next to his dresser, he swiftly changed into sweatpants and a tee shirt, leaving his lacrosse shorts and athletic tee in a pile on the floor, not caring to do laundry at the moment.

His body practically crumbled onto the bed, instant relief washing through him as his muscles relaxed and sleep threatened to overtake him.

“You’re crushing my leg” A muffled voice called.

Stiles would’ve screamed and leapt up from the sheets if he hadn’t recognized that sweet voice instantly.

He scrambled up onto his knees, seeing there tangled in his blankets the only girl in the world he could pick out in a crowd of people.

“(y/n)” He breathed like he was about to have an asthma attack, and she stretched, sitting up from the blankets.

“The one and only” Her raspy tired voice sang.  And before she could even get into the proper sitting position, he was grabbing her and holding her so close against him it didn’t even matter that she could hardly breathe.

“Oh my God” He mumbled, his hand tangling in her hair as he pressed his face against her temple, remembering exactly the way she smelled like the same fragrance she’d been using since sophomore year.

(y/n) was crying softly into his neck, her hands holding fistfuls of the back of his shirt, desperate to keep him close.

“What’re you doing here?” He mumbled, still not letting go of her.

“I couldn’t stay away another four months” She whimpered.  “I’m so sorry I ignored you the past two days” She told him, pulling back enough to look at him.  “This was a really last minute thing and I didn’t want to give it away and I just wanted to really surprise you-”

“It’s okay” Stiles smiled wide, his eyes watery as his hands let go of her to hold her face in his large hands.  “I just can’t believe I’m actually looking at you again.  I forgot how boring Beacon Hills is when you’re not here” (y/n) let out a small bashful giggle, sniffling as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tight again.

“Holy shit I missed you, Stiles” She breathed.  Stiles, still smiling, ran his hands over her back before squeezing her tight.

“I missed you too beautiful” He said sincerely.  “So much, it literally sucks.  I think I’m bringing down Scott” She chuckled quietly, pulling away again so she could look at him.  “He misses you too, but… yaknow… I miss you more” Smiling at him, (y/n) couldn’t look away.

God she loved this boy with every inch of her being.  Not one fiber of her wanted to ever leave him again.

“How long are you back?” He asked reluctantly, knowing there was a departure at the end of her visit.

“Just for the weekend” She whispered back sadly, but maintained her hopeful smile.

Hopeful he still felt the same way about her that Lydia always told her he had.

“But I… I needed to see you.  I know it’s short I just-”

“I know” The boy cut off her rambling apology with a sweet smile.  “Me too” He murmured.  “Me too”

“Look there’s more I have to… I have so much to say and barely enough time to say it” She sighed, the weight she’d been carrying for as long as she’d known him just about too much to bear.

“I know what you mean” Stiles let out a small nervous laugh, his eyes leaving hers for a second.  He dropped his hands from her face, looking down and grabbing onto her own.  “Look (y/n) there’s a really good chance that I’m about to ruin everything.  But do you… do you remember that week before you left?”

“Like the back of my hand” She said, her cheeks warming as she recalled every moment she spent with him before leaving.

“You remember how Scott, uh… how he was teasing me cause of all that chemistry he thought we had and-and stuff?” He asked.  (y/n’s) eyes round and curious as to what he was going to say.  “Well while you were gone I started thinking about that a lot and…” He trailed off for a moment, unable to meet her prying eyes.  “He was right all along (y/n/n), every single time he would get all annoying and mess with me, he was right”

Her breath hitched in her throat, a relieved smile spreading over her lips as she relaxed.

“You’re the only one for me, I-”

“Me too” (y/n) breathed, impatiently leaning forward, holding his face in her hands and guiding his lips down to hers.

Stiles’ arms wrapped down around her waist, tugging her against him as their lips moved together in a long awaited kiss.  Her lips were so soft and fit perfectly against his, just as he deep down knew they would.  She felt so good leant up against him, her small hands carding into his hair as she desperately stole kiss after kiss, soft pants in between.

“I think I loved you all along” She told him, her lips were still brushing over his, neither of them wanting to pull away even an inch.

“I know” He said, his hands at her waist wrapping around her.  “I know, I’m sorry, I wish I’d figured it out sooner”

“I’m sorry too” She said, leaning forward and wrapping herself in his arms.  “Missed a lot of chances but I’m here now” She mumbled against his shoulder.

“It’s okay”  He replied, kissing the side of her head a few times as he held her tightly.  “Just don’t ever leave again” He said, earning a small chuckle from the girl.

“What if you came with me?”

Another short chuckle.

“Wish I could”

It was silent, and she crawled into his lap, holding him still.

“You’re not leaving tonight are you?”

“No” She said softly.  Back to silence.

They weren’t even sure how long they were sitting their cradling onto each other, but it didn’t matter.  They were together again and that they needed.

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Just A Fool - Stiles Stilinski Imagine (Teen Wolf)

Author's Note: So, I had this idea for a new Imagine when I listened to the song 'Just a fool' by Christina Aguilera and Blake Shelton. I liked that the song told a break-up from two different perspectives and tried to involve that into my story. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Let me know if I should write a second part, because I'm considering to write it. Thanks for reading! :)

(Y/N) sat at the bar of her favourite pub and looked at the people surrounding her. On her left was a young, half-drunk student, who was probably drinking his fifth beer while watching the football game on the tiny TV above the bar. On the booths behind her sat quite a lot of people, most of them young and drunk, eating burgers and drinking beer while talking to each other or watching the football game.

It was quite full for a thursday night and a lot of young and old men came here after work just to watch the American Football Games. (Y/N) usually came here every thursday after her shift at a fast food restaurant, because she enjoyed having a few drinks and talking to Pete, the bartender, who she already became friends with.

Being here gave her time to forget about her problems, about her past, about the reason why she had moved to New York City and why she had decided to leave her old hometown Beacon Hills in California. (Y/N) knew that alcohol wouldn't solve her problems, but at least it made her feel better for a while.

''Hey, Pete. I'd like another shot of whisky, please.'' (Y/N) looked at the bartender and smiled as she ordered another drink. Pete nodded and turned around to grab the whisky and refilled her shot. ''So.. how much do you plan to drink today?'' Pete asked while he sweeped up the mess on the bar. (Y/N) drank the shot before she put it back on the counter to respond to Pete's question. ''I guess you have to keep it coming 'til I don't remember how miserable my life is.'' Pete sighed at her response, he did feel sorry for her. ''Want to talk about it?'' He asked, but (Y/N) shook her head. ''I'd rather not today, but thank you anyway, Pete.'' The bartender smiled at her before he walked on the other side of the bar to serve another guest.

(Y/N) looked at her empty glass and sighed. Why am I even doing this to myself? I used to hate drinking so much, but now I'm sitting here, drinking one shot after another... She thought to herself. But (Y/N) knew exactly why she did this to herself. She knew exactly why she came here every week. She wanted to drink away the pain. The pain she was feeling inside of her because of her last relatonship, because of the boy she still had feelings for, because of the boy she couldn't let go. Stiles Stilinski.

Their break up had been too painful for her. So painful that she moved out of their appartment, out of the city, out to a whole different state. She still loved him and it hurt so much, because she knew that he didn't feel the same way about her. He didn't even bother to call her when she left, he didn't even beg her to stay when she told him she'd go, he didn't even love her at all.

(Y/N) tried to push her thoughts about her ex-boyfriend away and focused on something else. She suddenly heard a song quietly playing in the background, coming from the radio hidden behind the bottle shelves. It was one of her favourite songs.

''Can you turn up the music a little louder, please?'' (Y/N) asked Pete who stood by the bottle shelves to grab a bottle of wodka for a new guest. ''Sure,'' Pete responded, before he pulled out the radio and fumbled with it. He turned the volume up and then went back to work.

(Y/N) listened to the song and closed her eyes. It was probably far past midnight by now, but (Y/N) didn't care. She wanted to get past the midnight hour anyway, since the drinks were cheaper and people were starting to leave the pub. She let out a breath she was holding in this whole time and couldn't help but think about Stiles again. It was always getting worse on thursdays since that was the day she and Stiles had met and it was also the day they both had fallen in love with each other during sophomore year back in high school. She hoped that she would feel better by tomorrow, that it wouldn't be as hard for her to move on as it was today, but she knew that it wouldn't be this way.

She knew that the day didn't really matter and that it was just an excuse for her to come to this pub and have a few drinks while in reality Stiles was always in the back of her mind, causing her heart to ache.

(Y/N) had set her heart on this boy and on their whole relationship, but in the end nothing and no one had ever caused her so much trouble, told her so many lies and hurt her the way that Stiles did.

Who knew that love could ever be this cruel? (Y/N) definitely didn't, because otherwise she would have never started dating him in the first place.

(Y/N) remembered all of the nights she spent at home alone, waiting for her boyfriend to come home and talk to her, but he never did. She always woke up the next day, hoping that he'd returned from the meetings with his friends, but he never showed up, didn't even call her to cancel a date or tell her that he was alright.

And the worst thing about it all was that she had always forgiven him. Everytime he came back to her, she had accepted the apologies he had told her, just because she had been too scared to lose him. She believed every word he had ever told her, all the 'I love you's' and 'I'm sorry's', all the lies and excuses, everything.

All this time she had thought that Stiles loved her, that they were meant to be together, that he was the right one for her... but she was wrong. She was a fool to believe that any of his words, any of their relationship and any of his love had been real.  

''(Y/N), here's another shot of whisky for you, because right now you look like you need one.'' Pete said as he refilled her glass once again. (Y/N) opened her eyes and looked up at her friend, offering him a small smile. ''Thank you.'' She grabbed the drink, closed her eyes and before Stiles could cross her mind again, she drank the shot and slowly felt the alcohol take over her body.

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Stiles sat infront of his best friend Scott's house, a bottle of beer in his hand, while waiting for him to come back home. He was frustrated because it was another one of those days where he missed (Y/N) the most. Stiles knew that it was his fault that she'd left, that she broke up with him, but he couldn't stop thinking about her. He felt empty because she wasn't there anymore, empty because he knew she'd probably moved on already.

''Stiles what are you doing here?'' A very familiar voice asked him, pulling Stiles out of his thoughts about (Y/N). He looked up from the ground and locked his gaze with Scott, who was looking at him worriedly. ''Hi, Scotty. Where have you been? Y'know you're my best friend and I reeally wanted to see you.'' Stiles said, chuckling over his own words.

He was a little drunk from all the beer he'd been drinking all day. Stiles usually wasn't that much of a drinker, but when it came to (Y/N), alcohol was the only thing that helped him forget about the pain he was feeling inside of him. ''Have you been drinking again?'' Scott sighed and ran over to his best friend. He wrapped his arm around his waist to steady him as he helped him to get up. ''C'mon buddy, let's get you inside.''  Scott said as he walked Stiles to his living room couch. ''Why did you drink anyway, huh? You know exactly which effect alcohol has on you.'' Scott reminded his best friend reproachfully. Stiles just ignored the worried remark of his best friend and took another sip out of the bottle in his hand, but Scott, who had managed to sit Stiles down onto his couch, rolled his eyes and grabbed the bottle out of Stiles hand. ''Seriously Dude, don't you think you've had enough already?!'' Scott crossed his arms infront of his chest and looked down at his best friend, who was looking at Scott with big, innocent eyes. ''No! I only had one beer, Scotty. Only one beer,'' Stiles objected, pouting his lips.

Scott knew how his best friend was when he had too much to drink and that's why he didn't respond to Stiles' pouting face and his big puppy eyes. ''Stiles, why are you drinking again? We've just talked about it recently and you promised me and your father that you'd stop.'' Stiles didn't respond. Scott was right, but what was he supposed to say? That he was getting drunk to get over his broken heart? That he missed the only girl he ever really cared about so much that the only thing that helped him was alcohol? No, he couldn't tell him that. So instead he lied to him. ''I'm just stressed... you know after fighting the Dread Doctors and evil Theo I just need something to calm my nerves down.''

''Stop lying to me, Stiles. I'm your best friend... and I'm supposed to help you with whatever you're going through.'' Scott sat down next to Stiles and put his hand on his shoulder. ''You never drink unless it's about something-'' and then it suddenly hit Scott like a brick. ''It's (Y/N), isn't it?'' Scott asked, looking at his best friend. Of course it was about her.

Stiles frowned at the sound of her name. He was constantely thinking about her, his mind was full with pictures of her, the sound of her laughter was stuck inside his ears ever since she had left him, but he hadn't heard someone mentioning her name in so long. ''(Y/N)? No, why would I care about her?'' Stiles tried to play it cool, even though Scott probably knew how he really felt. But still, there was no way that Stiles would admit his feelings for (Y/N).

''Because you started drinking ever since she left. Plus, I'm your best friend, Stiles.. you can't hide something from me, because in the end I'm gonna find out, anyway.'' Scott responded. ''There is nothing I have to hide from you Scott, because I don't care about (Y/N) anymore, alright? She walked away and honestly I would have done the same thing.'' Stiles murmered, looking into Scott's eyes. ''Y'know.. we were bad together anyway. We were constantely fighting and arguing with each other and I feel like there was no love anymore. I guess we were just not meant to be together,'' Stiles mumbled, rather talking to himself than to Scott, even though he knew that he had heard it anyway.

''You two were good together Stiles and you know that. Everyone knew that,'' Scott argued back. ''No, Scott. I'm better off without her and she's better off without me. There is no such things as hope or fate.. things just happen and (Y/N) and I happened to not be together anymore. So please just stop talking about it,'' Stiles said without actually meaning it.

He had tried to think this way about their relationship, but he knew that this was just a shield to protect himself. He missed her and their relationship more than he'd ever admit, but he somehow had to move on without her. He had set his heart on (Y/N) and thought that she was the only one he'd ever love, but in the end he had messed it up. Nothing had ever hurt him more than letting her go and because of that he knew that love was the cruelest thing in the world. After(Y/N) had left Beacon Hills, he had waited every day for her to come back home and tell him that she'd give their relationship another chance, but that never happened. She never came back and Stiles knew that he was a fool for not only breaking her heart, but for letting the love of his life go, without even telling her that he'd done everything to keep her safe from all the bad things happening in Beacon Hills. That he'd done everything because he loved her.

Stiles had never really lost the hope that eventually (Y/N) and him would end up together again. He still loved her as much as he did when they first met and that was his problem. He was too stubborn and in love with her to realize that whatever he and (Y/N) had would probably never ever come back. He had to accept that it was lost.

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(Y/N) was already very tipsy from all the alcohol she have had, but that still wasn't enough for her. She wanted to drink so much that she would feel nothing at all, but this plan seemed not to work tonight. Her mind constantely wandered back to Stiles and the way she still felt about him.

She knew that leaving him was the right thing to do, because the relationship they've had was not healthy at all, but she regretted it. New York was not the city of her dreams, she wasn't happy. The only place she ever really felt happy was Beacon Hills together with Stiles and her friends.

Maybe she should have let all the problems she and Stiles had go and just appreciate what they had instead of crying over something they didn't have. Maybe she should have held her tongue and listened to what Stiles had to tell her instead of running away from him. But now she couldn't change it anymore...

She couldn't fight the motion, because now everything was wrong. Even worse than it was before. New York was loud and busy and full of people who didn't even bother to look up from their phone, a place (Y/N) completely felt lost in. It was so different from Beacon Hills where everything seemed so calm and quiet and where people actually had time to talk to each other.

(Y/N) was thrown apart and she hated herself for it. She still was a fool for Stiles and she knew that it would never change whether she would find someone new to love or not. He had her heart and even though he had hurt her more than anything else in the world, she'd always wait for him to come to New York and bring her back to Beacon Hills where she belonged, just like she had waited for him to come home all the nights back at their appartment, because that's what love was about. Because that's what her love for Stiles was about. She loved him and nothing would ever change that.

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''There's always hope, Stiles. I know that you tell yourself that you're better off without her, but that's not true. You love her and she loves you, it's always been that way and it always will. Love means sacrifice and (Y/N) sacrificed herself by moving to New York, even though she still loved you, Stiles. She sacrificed her old life with the people she loved and cared about, because she loves you. She left this place because she thought that she was in the way off something and now you have to tell her that she wasn't. Fight for her, Stiles. Fight for her with everything you have. Do what I was not able to do with Allison...fight for  her, before she falls in love with someone else. Fight for her before it's too late.'' Scott told Stiles while patting him on the shoulder.

Stiles looked at his best friend for a second to let his words sink in before he nodded, ''Yeah, you're right, Scott. I need to fight for her. I will fight for her, because she is the love of my life and because I don't want my stupid mistakes to ruin everything we once had. I love her and that's why I will fly to New York and bring her back to Beacon Hills.'' and this time he meant everything he said.

He was going to fight for their relationship, because Stiles had set his heart on her. She had his heart from the moment he met her and she would always have his heart. Yes, she had hurt him by leaving but he had hurt her by letting her go, by lying to her and not telling her the truth. He needed to talk to her and tell her everything about the supernatural world, everything about his adventures with the pack, everything he had tried to protect her from because he had been to scared to lose her.

Love might be the cruelest thing in the world, but it could also be the best thing in the world if it was with the right person. (Y/N) was this person for Stiles. He had waited too long for her to come back, now it was time for him to make a move and fly to New York to bring her back, to bring her back where she belonged, to bring her home.

He had been a fool for too long and he had enough of it. He wanted her back and there was nothing in the world that could stop him now. Not even 2.441 miles that lay between Beacon Hills and New York. Nothing could hold him back anymore, because (Y/N) was everything he ever wanted and he would not let her slip through his fingers again.