#i am ready to date you scott c'mon man

[engagedtobefree]

Phase 5: Flirtations

Monday - In the morning I’m at the printer when Scott comes in. I finish stapling my papers and turn around just as Scott is right behind me. I can’t help but smile big and say, “Hey, Scott. Good morning.” His reaction is the same as mine.

Later, I’m at the printer again and Scott comes out the bathroom. He’s making a face, not a bad face, one where his lips are pursed into a smile and his head is tilted up, and his eyes have a playful look. I just give him a little smile. I wonder if maybe he actually likes seeing me randomly pop up, like a little surprise. He never knows when I’m gonna show my face. I am always worrying that I’m gonna creep him out, so this is a new perspective for me.

Last week i actually ate in the lunchroom every day, excluding Monday, but when i went up today, i had a weird feeling that i should eat at my desk, so I went back downstairs to go do that. About 20 minutes into my lunch, i see someone at the printer and it’s Scott. There have been several other people who have been at the printer on my lunch and i didn’t look at them, but something in me knew to look when it was Scott. And he had been looking at me sitting at my desk. We say hey and he asks me if a fax came through and i say i don’t think so but several people have been at the printer so I don’t know if they took it by accident. He goes to walk away but i want to keep talking. “So how excited are you!?!” The Eagles are going to the Superbowl. He said hes very excited and that hes tired because after they won he did a bunch of shots with his neighbor and they had fireworks. I tell him yeah, people at my apartment complex were running outside screaming and shooting off fireworks. He must be busy cuz he seems like he can’t really stop to talk, so our conversations is only about a minute or two.

Toward the end of the day I am once again at the printer. While I’m standing there, Scott comes out and I say “hey” and he says “whats up”. He rummages in the cabinet for something. I look over at him again, but that’s it. I feel annoyed for some reason, I think because I feel like I’m always the one initiating conversations, but I’ve honestly been in a weird mood all day, so I know that my annoyance probably isn’t based in reality. He gets a phone call right before it’s time to leave, so I don’t say bye today.

Tuesday - I’m doing some filing, and have to move some boxes. Since I’m still trying to heal my back, I decide to go to Scott’s office and ask for help. I know if Steve is in there then he’ll probably be the one to help me, but I can at least say hi to Scott either way. I go to the doorway and looking at Steve and then Scott, I ask for help. Scott turns toward me with a little smile on his lips. I did both my hair and make up today and I’m sure it got his attention. I get the feeling again that maybe he likes me randomly popping up throughout his day. I let Steve pass, and then as I lean up against the doorway I say “Hey, Scott” in an almost sultry-like way. He says hey back. I go over to Steve and he helps me with the boxes. 

Scott  gets tea a lot of times after his lunch, so I print something but leave it at the printer for whenever he’s done his lunch and if he makes tea today. I hear someone at the coffee machine but they don’t make anything. However, they come right back and I hear them removing the water jug, which must need to be changed. I go to the printer and of course it’s Scott. I ask him how his day is going and he says its alright and asks me how my day is. I tell him I’ve been busy today and yesterday but that I prefer that cuz the day goes faster. He agrees and then is ready to walk away with the old jug, which always still has water in it despite needing to be changed. I say “oh wait! You can pour that right into the coffee machine”. I’m not sure if he hands it to me or if I just take it off of him, maybe both. We make eye contact and I realize I’m almost at eye level with him, though my boots are about 3 ½ inches. I’m 5′4″, so he’s probably around 5′9″ maybe, which I think is a good height for me. He asks me if it’ll work pouring the water into the machine and I say “that’s what Joyce told me, so if it doesn’t we can blame her”. I have changed the jug several times so I know it does in fact work; I don’t know why I say things sometimes. He laughs and goes to retrieve a new jug. I’m still pouring the water into the coffee machine when he comes back and asks if it’s working. I tell him it is and keep pouring. I hear him behind me. I look down over my shoulder and see that he’s crouched on the ground opening the new jug. He is literally so close to me that if I took a small step back I would bump into him. I’m sure he also got a good look at my butt, though when I had looked down at him he was looking at the jug.  I go and take the empty jug to the recycling bin but make sure i bend over, ya know, just in case he looks down the hallway ;) .  Now that I think about it, it’s kinda cute we worked together. Honestly, I have changed the jug quite a few times and it’s a one-person job, but whatever. I liked teaming up with Scott to do something.

I go back to the printer and get my measly 3 pages, but it’s clear that now I’m just standing there purposely. I don’t want to go back to my desk, but I’m racking my brain trying to think of something to say. I ask him if he’s going to the Superbowl and he says no because tickets are $5000. We talk about the Superbowl a bit and then I ask him him if he’s going to a Superbowl party but he doesn’t know yet, and I tell him my dad’s family is trying to set up a block parry, but either way I’ll be going over there in Philly to watch the game with them. He says Philly will be the best place to be if they end up winning because people will go nuts. At one point Joyce said he looks guilty again, like she said last week, but this time she adds that he just has the look of a kid who is always getting into trouble. I do see what she’s saying. I’ve mentioned before about how Scott has a youthful way about him and how he seems young at heart, and he also looks younger than his actual age. But he also has a sort of innocence about him too, like a kid getting into trouble but not bad trouble, just doing stuff cuz they want to but not thinking it’s bad. Idk how to explain it, but whatever it is, it’s a sort of charming quality of his. I noticed too that he came closer to me during our conversation. Normally I stand in my cubicle doorway and he stays over by the coffee machine, but he went over to the printer, which is right across from where I’m standing. We make each other laugh a few times during the conversation. His laugh still fills me with this light, like wow. I am pretty much keeping this conversation going, but it’s okay. He seems a little on the shy side today, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m all prettied up or not. I, myself, go back and forth between confident/at ease and really nervous. I look at his Eagles hat and then without even thinking say, “’I like your hat”, to which he replies “Thanks.” I ask, “Are you going to wear it all week?” and laugh, and he laughs too and says yeah, then I say “I’ll talk to you later”.

Later on, I take an order to the warehouse and I always peer through the door first to see what’s going on in his office and if it’s a good set up for me to look in and smile. Steve is standing at his desk and Scott is sitting down, so it’s not an ideal opportunity, so I don’t look in. Also, Scott has not been looking at me lately when I go in and out of the warehouse, so I started taking that as a cue to stop smiling at him because I assumed maybe Steve or Chris started to notice. In my peripheral vision I see him turn around in his chair to watch me, and a small smile appears on my lips, but I still don’t look.

At the end of the day, I hear him making his tea. I noticed that now he always makes tea right after lunch and then right before he leaves. I don’t know if he’s always done that or if he is now purposely doing it because he knows I will come out and talk to him. I don’t always come out to talk to him, especially if I have already that day, because I don’t want him to feel that he can’t even make tea (or come inside or use the bathroom) without me bothering him lol. I have nothing to do for my last 10 minutes, so I decide to print something I will need for the morning. I am trying to decide if I should wait until he’s done, but he always takes forever to make his tea, so I don’t know what I should do. I honestly still don’t know why it takes so long for him to make a cup of tea lol. I hear him finally walk away so then I get up to grab my papers, but I walk faster than he does, so he’s at the trashcan next to his doorway when I reach the printer. We look at each other and then he walks away. I’m hoping to talk to him at the end of the day, but I hear him get a late phone call again, so I know it’s not happening. 

Wednesday - I go to the printer in the morning and then Scott comes in. He greets me while my back is still facing him and I greet him back, turning my head. There is a small smile on my lips and I watch him go into his office. He turns his head, looking at nothing, and I wonder yet again if when he does this he is doing it to look at me through his peripheral vision.

I have to work on an order Scott created, and he spelled freight wrong. I fix it on the order and think, “I gotchu”. I think he spells stuff wrong quite often, so maybe it’s not his strong suit or he just doesn’t care lol. But I figure I can make up for what he lacks there. I think it’s cute anyway.

I didn’t get a chance to talk to him all day, so at the end of the day I decide to put files back that I had to pull for my boss earlier in the day. I stack what boxes I can and then, since Scott is the only one left in his office for the day, I decide to ask for his help. He seems busy, and I could hear him and the other guys getting phone calls all day, but he still comes over to help me anyway. He asks where I need to the box and I tell him where. He says twice how the box is heavy, and I say that’s not the issue, but that I hurt my back and just don’t want to lift anything up too high or heavy. He finally asks me how I hurt my back and if I hurt it lifting boxes and I say yeah, that I hurt it first doing yoga and then lifting boxes, and I go to say more when the receptionist pages him about a phone call. “Scott……..Scott……Scott…”. We both look in at his office and at first neither of us moves. I realize Scott is actually standing pretty close to me, and it’s clear we were both not done with the conversation. He goes into his doorway, body still facing me but head turned so he can talk to the receptionist (she pages him on his phone). She is asking him if he is the only one left for the day and then tells him Josh from wherever is on line 9 for him. I stand there awkwardly because I want to still talk to him and I hate being interrupted. Like, girl, I thought we were friends, how could you do me like this. And damn you Josh on line 9. Scott turns his head back to me and waves and says “I’ll catch you later, Dana.” Something about this makes me feel special. Like, he just lets me know in little ways, and it’s nice. I knew he has been busy all day, and this week is month end, so pretty much everyone is busy, including myself. I can only hope it’s slow next week then.

Thursday - The only time I see Scott today is when I have to pass his office. Him and the guys seem busy again today, so I don’t take it personally. This made me realize that all of my yoga, meditation, and other healthy habits I’ve been incorporating into my life have finally been paying off regarding my anxiety and low moods. Normally I would get anxiety about it, like thinking he lost interest, but I don’t get any. It made me notice that in life in general my anxiety has calmed down a lot the past few weeks, and I’m really proud of myself.

At one point during the day I’m at the printer and I head the receptionist page Scott about a phone call, and Scott tells her they’re about to go into a meeting, and then Steve interrupts, saying something about whoever it is and to tell her to send the call to Branch 5 (we’re Branch 1). 

Steve: Tell her to send him to Branch 5 Scott (to receptionist): Send him to Branch 4 Steve: No, Branch 5 Scott: What? Steve: Tell her to send him to Branch 5 Scott (to Steve): Oh, aight Scott (to receptionist): Send him to Branch 5

I smile a little, because I find this to be so cute. I’m working on my papers at the printer and I hear all 3 of them come out of the office. I’m sure Scott sees me, but my hair is hanging down blocking my face, and I’m not about to whip my head up really quick just to look at him lol.

I have therapy tonight and I talk about Max for half my session and Scott for the other half. I tell Audrey how he takes like 3 minutes to make his tea, which is weird cuz he usually drinks the same one and it’s not like he’s adding cream because he never makes coffee as far as I know. And the coffee machine takes like 20 seconds to make something, so everyone else is really quick at it, but I always know when it’s Scott there because he takes forever and I don’t know why. She laughs and says he’s doing it on purpose, which honestly never even occurred to me. I also realize while talking to her that even when I feel nervous around Scott, I still feel a sense of ease and safety. Like it is okay for me to be nervous, it is okay for me to not always know what to say, or to be open with him, and to look at him. No matter what, I know I am safe. And I like that. It feels so nice.

Friday - I decide since I didn’t get to interact with Scott yesterday that I’ll have to make up for it today. I make sure I print stuff at a good time and that I have enough to work on by the printer. (I like to stamp and staple stuff at the printer because 1. I get to stand since I sit all day 2. My desk is always a mess because of papers everywhere and 3. Gives me a reason to see Scott). Scott comes in and I turn around at the right moment. We’re both smiling big with our mouths closed, but we’re both beaming as usual. We say hey to each other and he asks me how I’m doing to which I just respond “I’m good.”

At one point during the day as I’m coming back from the bathroom and heading back to my desk, Scott is at the coffee machine. Any other time I’m hoping to bump into him, and the one time I actually am not thinking about it, he happens to be there. He is already halfway turned around when we see each other. I ask him how his day is going and he says “It’s going, ya know?” and then says it’s slow. I say yeah, I feel like if one half is slow the other is fast, but never both at the same time. He asks if I’ve been busy with orders and I say no, that I was just really busy Monday and Tuesday but not as much the past few days. I ask him his plans for the weekend and he says he has to fix his brake lines and put a tv up on the wall. I ask him if he works on his car himself and he says yeah, that he used to be a mechanic. I tell him that’s convenient and laugh. He says it is and laughs, but that it’s also a pain. He also says he used to work on motorcycles. I picture him working on cars, muscles flexing and covered in dirt and oil and it’s so sexy, but I have to really stop thinking about it because I need to stay present in order to talk to him lol. I ask him why he left and he said his boss closed the shop and moved it to Oregon and that he didn’t want to move there, maybe if it was somewhere warmer he would’ve considered it. What I really want to say is “Well I’m glad you decided to stay here”, but instead I say I wouldn’t have moved there either and that it’s weird he decided on Oregon because there’s nothing there. I ask him how long he’s been at our work and he says about 6 years. I ask him if he was in parts before and he says yeah, a long time, so I don’t know if he also had another job besides being a mechanic. I’m really keeping this conversation going, but then he mentions the weather this weekend and how it’s supposed to be nice and how it’s nice today. I’m like “uhhh well there was frost on my windows this morning, so I don’t consider this nice” and laugh. I mention how I’m glad it’ll be nice tomorrow cuz I’m seeing my dad in Philly. He just smiles at me. I mention how my dad lives there, but only sometimes, how he’s back and forth between there and Florida. Scott could literally ask me several different things here, but he doesn’t. We look at each other, beaming, and it’s just an awkward silence. It is so freaking obvious we like each other. Then he laughs and I put my head down, a little embarrassed and laugh a little too. I look back up at him and it’s still awkward and so obvious. Like there is clearly something between us, we both have an interest in each other, yet it remains unspoken and there has yet to be a date. If anyone were to walk up to us right now they would not be able to miss what’s going on, and it would be one of those moments of “Just ask her out already”. He came over to the printer again, so now he goes back to grab his tea. Lemon tea today, which I say is good but there’s no caffeine in it. He says how he already had coffee today he’d like to just have tea now. I could honestly take this conversation run with it, because of my passion for coffee and tea, but I am so nervous and I have already been carrying this conversation. We talk about how it’s almost lunch, and I think he mentions something else, but I don’t remember. He says he should probably get back in his office and we say bye. Oh, I also got a very god look at the butt today. Very nice.

Later on in the day I take an order into the warehouse and decide to chance looking in his office. No Scott, just Steve. I’m like “Wtf where is he?” and thinking how I chanced looking in for nothing. He is not in his office on my way back in from the warehouse either. I sit at my desk still thinking “Wtf where is he?” when my stomach grumbles and then I look at the time. 2:46. I usually eat my snack any time between 2 and 3 because that’s when I get hungry, but I didn’t realize what time it was. I decide to go up to the fridge and get my tangerines. Right before the steps come into view, Scott comes down and around the corner there. He says “What’s up?” and with a little smirk I say “Hey”. Well, I found out where he was, probably talking to people upstairs. I answered my own question lol. 

I am getting situated in my car ready to leave when Scott comes out. We both wave. I keep thinking about our cute, awkward moment from earlier, and just think about how he should ask me out next week. My Saturday is free thus far, and I’m hoping his is too. I know that I need to come fully stocked with conversation topics on Monday. He seems to get nervous and doesn’t always know what to say to me, so I need to rely on myself to just talk and not wait for him to ask me anything. I had a conversation with a co-worker Greg later in the day Friday, and it was a normal conversation, back and forth. I’m like “ugh, why can’t Scott be like this with me.” (Side note: Greg is married. He was saying how he and his wife are gonna watch the movie I lent him and then asked me about my weekend and we had a normal convo). I already have some conversation starters for Monday with Scott and know some thins I can talk about. Also, hoping to flirt with him some more. Also want to try to emphasize at some point, maybe mid-week that I am 100% free on Saturday. I’m guessing maybe he is just working up the courage to ask me, and it seems like he has just been busy the past 2 weekends, so really hoping he is free next Saturday. If he doesn’t ask me out by mid-February (so no date yet by the 10th or 17th), I’m just gonna ask him out for coffee and tea. I am 100% willing to go slow and be patient, as I know he has a young daughter, but I would also like to get beyond small office-talk soon. It would be so much easier to talk on a date I feel like.

So here’s to me amping it up even more next week. And here’s to Scott gaining the courage to ask me out.

Also, some pics of me below from Tuesday, when I looked fine af (I look fine af every day, just a little extra on Tuesday).

[jstlikemagic]

Not For the Bit. - Jeff Wittek Imagine

Title: Not For the Bit.

Pairing: Jeff Wittek/Reader

Rating: PG-13 (One swear!)

Summary: (request) Could you write about Jeff dating the reader, but hasn’t told the vs yet (not like hiding her or anything) but David wants him to flirt with a girl for the vlog and he declines and confesses to having a girlfriend. I feel like this would be soft Jeff 🥺😂

A/N: I had some fun writing this one! I normally don’t take requests but I liked the concept a lot! Please like/reblog if you liked this and also if you really enjoyed it, send me an ask! :)

“Alright guys, I think I have an idea for a bit,” David announced to the group. Sitting in his Tesla was you, Zane, Carly, Mike, Jonah, and your boyfriend Jeff. You and Jeff had been dating for about a month but never found the right time to tell the group. It felt too soon to tell people just in case it didn’t work out between you and Jeff. Trying to keep things more lowkey, you sat in the back while Jeff sat in the front passenger seat next to David.

“Alright let us hear what your dumb plan is,” Jeff rolled on unenthusiastically. A million ideas ran through your head. Was David going to put a snake on you? Was he going to light a sparkler in Scott’s house? Another billboard with embarrassing text messages?

“So I was thinking right?” David started. “I was thinking that we should go to a bar or something and see how long it takes for Jeff to find a girl to take home?”

Your heart sunk in your chest. Of course David didn’t know that you two were dating but it also would hurt you if Jeff went along with the bit. Jeff shifted uncomfortably in his seat after his name was added into the sentence. Everyone seemed to be on board with the bit except you two but reasonably so. “What about me, baby? I’m cute too,” Zane responded.

"Honestly, I was thinking Zane would be perfect for the bit. Ya know, since he's not me? It'll make it more difficult and funny," Jeff suggested which earned a laugh from everyone. You could sense that he was trying to deflect the conversation because he felt uncomfortable to flirt with women since he was now officially with you.

"Jeff, c'mon. Like yes, you have a great point but the fans would love this content. Imagine how much content they'd be able to provide once they know how you are with girls? They'll write novels about you," David tried to increase Jeff's ego, testing the limits. Jeff leaned back with his hands on the sides of his head. You felt so small sitting in the back, all you wanted to scream is 'no fucking way' to David's idea.

"David, I don't know man. I just think Zane's the better choice for comedy reasons," Jeff tried to reason with him. You reached into your back pocket and pulled out your phone. You anxiously started typing a text to Jeff.

You: Jeff, I think we should tell them. David obviously won't let up.

Jeff: Are you sure, baby? I don't wanna say it if you're not ready. I can always just keep saying no to him and tell him to move on.

You: Just do it. They were gonna find out anyways.

You heard him sigh heavily in the front seat. "So, uh-, I can't do the bit. It's not actually because I think Zane would be better than me because I am the most attractive in the group and would most certainly do better. It's because me and Y/N are dating," he said. You could feel the silence in the car. It was a slightly uncomfortable silence but you were brought at peace knowing you guys got this part over with. 

Suddenly, David interrupted the silence which you were thankful for. "Oh well that completely changes everything. Alright so Zane, you're going in for Jeff. Also, I'm really sorry that I was pretty much pressuring you to do a bit when you're a committed man," he taunted with the last sentence while laughing. Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms over your chest with a pout on your face.

"Well, now if you'll excuse me, Mike get the fuck out of your seat, switch with me, and let me sit next to my girl.”

[anxiousstark]

S1 06 | Co-Captain

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2091

Warnings: Mentions drugs, child abuse, swearing (always).

A/N: I’m sorry but this is a filler chapter, an IMPORTANT one. Y/N’s past start coming back, her mom’s story is quite significant, and the mention of his dad. NEXT WEEK WE FINISH SEASON 1! THINGS START GETTING FCKING INTERESTING!

Scott had told us last night what happened to him. Peter and Derek had gone to the changing rooms, searching for him. Peter had shown him what happened to the Hale family. It was a truly sad story. Stiles told him what happened in the hospital, including what I did. But he hadn't told him that while Peter was showing him his past, I was shaking in Stiles's bedroom while he searched what creature I could be.

"What's up?" Stiles stopped the jeep next to Jackson and his car. He was accompanied by Chris Argent, someone who looked like an asshole. He was.

"Is everything okay?"

"Hey, Scott. Your friend, here, was having car trouble. We're just taking a look." He replied with a smile on his face. His blue eyes weren't warm, they were cold, transmitting uneasiness.

"There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck." Scott pointed down the street. I just silently sat on the back of the jeep, observing Chris.

"Yeah. You want a ride?" Scott opened the door while Chris turned his face to look at Jackson. "Hey, come on, Jackson. You're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself." Jackson started walking towards us, and Scott came out of the car to let him in.

"Hey, boys." He turned the engine of the car on, it was working. "Told you I knew a few things about cars." Then, he went back to his car, driving away.

"What, are you following me, now?" Stiles got out of the car while I decided to stay inside, rolling the window down so I could hear them better.

"Yes, you stupid freaking idiot. You almost gave away everything, right there." Scott started screaming. Seems like his 'anger issues' were still there.

"What are you talking about?"

"He thinks you're the second beta."

"What?"

"He thinks you're me!" Scott grunted, punching Stiles's jeep. Uh oh, he touched his baby.

"Dude, my jeep."

Scott ignored his best friend and continued speaking his mind to Jackson. "I can hear your heart beating from a mile away, literally! Now he thinks that there's something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you too!"

He turned to the jeep again, to hit it. But Stiles stopped him. "Okay, how about we step away from Stiles's Jeep?"

"This is your problem, not mine, okay? I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's gonna get me killed. Okay, this is your fault." Jackson couldn't control his temper, pushing Scott against the jeep, making it tumble a little. I decided to go out, standing next to the owner of the said jeep.

"Can we stop hitting my jeep?" Scott pushed Jackson away from him. "Yo, all right, yo, guys, stop. All right?"

"When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you." His gaze landed on his best friend. "I can't protect anyone."

"Why are you looking at me?" I put my hand on his back, rubbing it to help him calm down. He had concluded that Scott couldn't protect him if he didn't have the power.

"You know, now you have to do it. Get me what I want, and I will be fine protecting myself."

"No, you won't! Just trust me. All it does is make things worse." His eyes were desperate, but Jackson didn't seem to care. "Yeah, I can run really fast now. Except half the time, I'm running away from people trying to kill me! And I can hear things like - like my girlfriend telling people that she doesn't trust me anymore right before breaking up with me. I'm not lying to you! It ruins your life."

"It ruined your life." He smiled wickedly. "You had all the power in the world, and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned 16, and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda. Me? I drive a Porsche." He turned around, determined to go back to his so-loved car.

"You aren't a werewolf." I decided to speak for the first time that day. Jackson stopped on his track. "You are something. I don't know what, but you are something." I choked, it was Stiles's turn to rub my back. I wasn't human anymore, and I hadn't had enough time to sit down and talk about it with someone. "And I am too." I stepped in front of the other two boys. "You were there that night." I simpered. "Do you remember that day at school? You asked me if my wound was hurting, you told me you felt different, that you weren't the same Jackson anymore." He turned around to look at me, jaw clenched. "I told you that all that was because you were a teenager. The changes a teenager goes through, you know?"

"Are you done?" He interrupted. "Don't wanna be here anymore."

"I lied." His attention was back on me again. "I lied, Jackson. I could smell you. And you smelled like the dead." He got into the car, driving away.

Stiles grabbed the milk from the fridge, deciding to take it with himself to his room, until he saw his dad sitting on a table, documents all over it. "Whatcha doing?"

"Work."

"Anything I can help with?"

"You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice." He didn't have to think it twice, grabbing a glass and the bottle of whiskey.

"Any leads?" Stiles was going to grab a document when his father slapped his hand away. "Wait. Before we get into that topic. Did you know that Melissa was going to bring Y/N?" He bit his lower lip.

Sheriff Stilinski nodded, drinking his alcohol. "An old workmate had that case. The case of Y/N McCall." Stiles waited for his father to go on. "As you know, Scott grew up without his father but seems like that man wasn't in her life neither. She only saw him a couple of times for what I know." He wrote down some information about Derek Hale. "Her mother was a disaster. My friend carried that case. He freed her from jail one time."

"Jail?" Stiles drank milk again.

"Drugs. An entire criminal record related to drugs; driving under the influence, getting into fights while high..." He coughed. "Then," Noah Stilisnki gazed at his son for the first time that night, ignoring the paper works that were on top of the table. "Child abuse." Stiles dropped the bottle, thankfully it was empty. "Y/N went to court with bruises a couple of times, nothing more than that. But still, abuse."

"Didn't they took her away? What are social services for? Didn't they protect her?" His eyebrows furrowed while he glanced at his dad, who was now looking at the documents on the table.

"They called Y/N's father to court, hoping he would take responsibility for his daughter like any father would do." Stiles's mouth was agape. "But he didn't. The judge decided that the environment wasn't the best one for a child. But, still gave an opportunity to her with the condition of going to rehab."

"Did she?" The teen asked, immersed in the story.

"No, she left Y/N on the front door of one of her friends, who was also into drugs in the past. However, that friend was clean."

"She said her mother died."

"She did." Noah stared at his son. "In jail. She died in jail. She...uhm, ended her life." Stiles was shocked. He had to talk to Scott. She wasn't there to make Scott mad, she was there because she had nobody.

"Why did she end up in jail?"

Noah shook his head. "She was on drugs, and...Uhm, she murdered someone. Then, she took her own life in jail."

Stiles could feel his heart beating loudly. He couldn't imagine how she felt.

Someone knocked on the door, and I came out of my room to see Melissa all dressed up. "Hey." She grinned at me, eyes shining with happiness. "You look beautiful." I offered her a grin, she thanked me, looking back at Scott.

"Scott! Get the door. Scott! For the love of God, please! Hey. What are you doing? Aren't you gonna invite him in?" She was like a teenager on her first date. Not surprised if we remember that she once was married to the man who put his dick on the woman that I should call mom.

I walked down the stairs when I heard Scott talking to her mom's date. He must feel strange, but I was curious to know who he was.

"I'm ready, I'm ready. Sorry again." It was Peter. Peter Hale.

"Mom."

"Yes? Sweetheart?" She was grabbing Peter's arm. I could tell she wanted to go out with him, and have a delightful night. But we all knew why Peter Hale was here. It wasn't because he had fallen in love with Melissa, or because he wanted to get to know her better. It was because of Scott and me.

"Have a good time." The door closed in our faces. "Don't say it."

I did anyway. "Are you going to let your mom go on a date with that demented psychopath?"

"Look, he told me that if I said something-" He sighed. "And what do I tell her? That her son is a teen werewolf, and that dude is-" He had difficulties breathing. "And Allison is upstairs-"

"Scott." I interrupted. "Calm down, okay?" I bit my lower lip, trying to think of something. "Give me your phone." He was confused.

"C'mon!" When he handed me his phone, I called the only person who could help me. "Stiles? Hi! Uhm, I need your help."

I explained the situation to Stiles while we followed Melissa and Peter. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

I grunted. "I wish I was." I tried to get comfortable in the passenger seat. "Here they are." I glanced at him. "What do we do now?"

"We hit."

"Uh?"

Both of us got out of the car. Melissa's face becoming red when she saw Stiles. "Oh, are you kidding me? Stiles!" Her gaze fell on me next. "Y/N?"

"Mrs. McCall?" Great acting, Stiles. "Wow, this is - this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?" He looked at me for a second. "I mean - I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere."

"Came out of nowhere! We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles."

"How crazy is that? I mean, we should probably call the cops, you know, do like an accident report thing." I nodded my head while grabbing Melissa's hand. Please, please.

"I don't think that's necessary." Peter interrupted, looking around.

"Are you sure? I think I'm feeling a little whiplash." He touched his neck.

"Whiplash? You hit us!"

"I don't know - there's something definitely wrong with my neck." Melissa started screaming at him, and Peter went far from us, he was probably communicating with Scott, who had followed us.

I went closer to Peter, hearing him talk about Jackson. "Don't get close to her." He turned around. smirking at me. "Be a man." I glared at him. "Melissa has nothing to do with all this. Be a man, go for the ones who have something to do with this."

He grinned. "What are you going to do, sweetheart?"

"I was not the one held against a wall with a hand on my neck, choking to death." I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to look intimidating.

"You don't even know how you did it." He came closer to me. "But I know-how. Don't you want to know? Don't you want to know what you are?" He tried to brush my cheek, but I slapped his hand away. "You, my dear, are very powerful. More than you think. Maybe even more than Scott. When you learn what you are and what you can do, you will be a great weapon."

"I'm a person, not a weapon."

"Aw, sweetheart." He pouted. "You aren't a person anymore, and you know it." He whispered the next thing, but of course, Scott was listening to him. "You could be stronger with me. Be part of my pack."

"She already has a pack." I hear Scott's voice in my head. How did he do that? "She is part of my pack."

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a brief inquiry into online relationships

prologue - chapter i - chapter ii - chapter iii - chapter iv - chapter v - chapter vi - chapter vii - chapter viii - chapter ix - chapter x - chapter xi - chapter xii -chapter xiii - chapter xiv - chapter xv

chapter one

"friends don't lie and it all tastes the same in the dark"

Featuring: Chris Evans, Jaeden Martell, Katherine Langford, Jamie-Lee Curtis, Dodger Evans

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: None, but if there is, please let me know and I'll add them in!

A/N: Thank you all for reading this series so far! It's getting going now, and I hope you all enjoy this series because I'm really into it and I have it all planned out for each chapter. If anyone wants to be tagged, please let me know by asking through my inbox or my messages! Feedback and comments are always appreciated!

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You sat in your dad's trailer for the rest of that day, scrolling through your phone and looking at random TikToks you would show him later, only to have to explain to him what it meant.  He wasn't too up to date on technology, he didn't even have Instagram you were convinced that he barely knew how to use Twitter. But who were you to judge your dad's lack of technological knowledge? 

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"Y/N, come on, get up," You groaned as your dad shook you awake, almost rolling you off of the bed. "Y/N." He dragged out. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, shooting a pissed off glare at your dad. Chris chuckled and shook his head.

"What the fuck is going on? It's like," You paused to check your phone for the time, only for your face to fall as you saw that you had been asleep for the past 6 hours, meaning it was 9pm. "Alright, nevermind." You mumbled.

"C'mon, I told Jaeden you would be meeting him at 9:30 so you could hang out with him," Chris said, ushering you to sit up and get out of the bed. "Go and brush your hair, you look like you were dragged through a bush, honey."

"Wow, thank you for the compliment, do you ever wonder why you don't have a girlfriend?" You asked him, standing up and walking into the bathroom and brushing your hair. Chris laughed and shook his head, fixing the bed up from where you had been sleeping.

"Because I'm so goddamn good looking that no one wants to be with me because they'd be upstaged?" Chris said, leaning against the door frame where you were standing. You laughed as you put the hairbrush down.

"If that helps you sleep at night, you can believe that all you want. But just remember that there's one person you can never upstage in the beauty department," You pointed at your dad as you grabbed your phone from the nightstand, taking it off of charge and sliding it into your pocket. Chris stood waiting, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "It's me. Obviously." You pointed out. Chris nodded and chuckled.

"Ah, you got me there," He admitted. You smiled over at him and then stuck your tongue out at him. "Alright, go, I got stuff to do, have fun, but not too much fun." Chris said, pushing you gently and pointing at you glaringly before he shut the door. The trailer door shut behind you and as you looked out over the lot, you let out a heavy sigh, knowing that any one of the trailers in front of you could be Jaeden's. But, luckily for you, you saw that he was walking towards you. His hands were shoved into his pockets, obviously he wasn't used to the Boston weather patterns and that it was very rarely warm any month after August.

"Cold?" You asked him, getting his attention. Jaeden looked up at you and laughed, nodding.

"I didn't think it would be so freezing, I'm not particularly used to the cold," He said, watching you as you walked down the steps to meet him, a small smile on your face. 

"You get used to it after a while, I mean, it's only October and to be honest it only gets worse from here," You told him as you walked to his trailer, your jacket held close to your body as the wind cut through you like a knife.  "What has my dad told you about me?" You asked him as you entered his trailer. Knowing your dad, he had probably already embarrassed you.

"Nothing bad, all good things, I promise," He said. You smiled over at him as he turned his TV on. "From what your dad said, he told me that your favourite movie's The Lost Boys, and I've never seen it before so I thought we could watch it together." Jaeden said. You giggled and nodded. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, I mean, he knew your favourite movie. There was something about Jaeden that just made you feel so comfortable, you felt like you could be yourself around him.

"Yeah, but I'm kind off offended that you've never seen it before," You said. Jaeden laughed and shook his head, looking back over at you as you walked over to the couch, sitting down. "Like come on! It's one of the best 80's movies ever, it's up there with The Blues Brother." You pointed out. Jaeden sat down beside you and pressed play on the movie.

"I haven't seen that either," He said, looking up at you wearily. You let out a huff and shook your head. For someone who was appearing in a lot of movies, his taste appeared to be God awful. "I'm gonna have to spend all of my time showing you some great movies, aren't I?" You asked him. Jaeden nodded and smiled, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. 

"Would you hate me if I said I haven't seen any of the Star Wars movies?" Your jaw almost fell open as you turned to him, a look of pure shock written on your features. "I just haven't gotten around to it yet." He admitted.

"Haven't gotten around to it yet? They've only been out for like 41 years!" You exclaimed. "I can't believe this, I considered you a man of taste." You feigned offence. 

"Well, I apologize, Y/N," He said, making you laugh. "I promise, once you show me all of the other hundreds of movies you're probably gonna wanna want to show me, we can watch Star Wars."

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The night went well, you finished The Lost Boys and arranged another movie night with Jaeden and said you would watch 'The Blues Brothers' the next time. You didn't go back to the house since it was nearly 2 am by the time you had finished, even though the movie finished at midnight. You had spent the other few hours of the night showing Jaeden pictures and videos of Dodger, and you promised you would bring him to set one day. If you were to be honest, you were the happiest you had been in a while last night. 

"How was it?" Your dad asked, giving you a cup of coffee as you woke up from sleeping on the couch. It was 7 am and you only had about 5 hours of sleep, and you still had to drive home to take Dodger out and give him his breakfast. Chris sat down beside you and put his arm around you, smiling as you groaned and put your head on your dad's shoulder.

"It was good, we watched The Lost Boys, he said you told him that it was my favourite movie," You looked up at him, your eyebrows furrowed and your face scrunched up. Chris nodded. "How did you know?" You asked him.

"I made the mistake of letting Scott babysit you when you were four, he let you watch it and you were oddly fascinated with it," He told you. "Realistically, you should have been shit scared of it." Chris laughed and remembered the confusion he felt when he saw that you were sitting there watching the movie quite the thing. Scott looked more scared of the movie than you did, and he was way older than you.

"Can I bring Dodger here today? I promised Jaeden that I would let him meet him," You said, putting your shoes on and finishing your coffee. Chris nodded and then grinned, crossing his arms over his chest.

"So you're making promises to him?" He said suggestively. You rolled your eyes and let out an annoyed sigh.

"I told him he could meet the dog, not marry him, dad. And anyway, we're just friends," You assured your dad. Chris nodded skeptically and hummed, chuckling. Across the lot at the mansion, everyone was beginning to gather. Jaeden was standing with Katherine, feeling oddly nervous for some reason. 

"So what are you trying to say, that you like Chris' daughter?" Katherine asked him. Jaeden sighed and nodded, he felt like an idiot. He had only hung out with you once and he felt like he was head over heels for you, what a fool. Last night was the most fun he had had in a while, and all you did was watch a movie and hang around. 

"Is it that obvious? I saw them bump into each other yesterday and they both had the puppy dog eyes about them," Jamie-Lee piped in. 

"If Chris ever finds out he'll kill me on the spot, I guarantee you that," Jaeden said. Speaking of the devil, Chris came towards them, completing the set. Jaeden's face fell, noticing that you weren't following behind your dad. 

"Where's Y/N?" Jaeden asked Chris. 

"She's gone back to the house to get ready and bring Dodger to set," Chris told him. Jaeden nodded. Back at your house, you had cleaned up and showered, changing from your pyjamas to actual clothes. You then took Dodger a walk before getting him into your car, taking his leash and driving back to the set. You took him to your dad's trailer and waited for them to call break. "Y/N?" Dodger barked and ran to the front door to greet his dad.

"Hey, how's your day going?" You asked your dad. Chris went to the bedroom and sat Dodger on the bed.

"It's going good, but better now my two favourite children are here," Chris said. "Wait, I just noticed that my colour scheme matches Dodger's." He pointed out. You pulled out your phone and videoed them sitting beside each other, their colours matching very ominously well. 

"Wow, you are that fashionable you stole the dog's combo? That's amazing, dad," You said, a sarcastic smile on your face. 

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At lunch, Jaeden had gotten off earlier and asked if you could bring Dodger, and he needed his afternoon run anyway. Waiting in the yard of the mansion, Dodger sat beside you looking up at the ball in the thing you used to throw it for him. 

"Hey," He said, appearing behind you. Jaeden was still dressed in the school uniform, and you couldn't help but laugh. "What?" 

"Nothing, I just didn't take you as the uniform kinda guy," You said. Jaeden snickered and smirked at you with a small shake of his head.

"I'm not, I just can't get changed yet. If I could I would, school uniform's are really uncomfortable," Jaeden said. 

"Tell me about it. I mean, it could be worse, I've been wearing then everyday for the past 10 years," You told him. "Look, Dodger, who's this?" Dodger spun around to say hello to Jaeden, who crouched down and pet your dog, trying his hardest to not get any dog hair on him.

"Hi buddy," Jaeden greeted your dog. "Can I throw his ball for him?" He asked you. You nodded and handed him the ball launcher, watching as he threw the ball for Dodger, who chased after the ball.

"Thanks for last night, by the way," You said. Jaeden smiled at you. "I brought Blues Brother's on DVD for tonight if you're still up for it." You told him.

"Yeah, of course. Who else am I gonna watch all of the supposed 'superior' movies with?" He asked you. You giggled and if your face in your hands. The sound of your laughter made Jaeden's heart soar, he would do anything to hear you laugh like that all the time, it was like music to his ears any time he heard it.  Dodger came back with the ball, dropping it at your feet and sitting back, looking up at you expectantly. "Guess he's looking for this." Jaeden handed you the launcher and you got the ball in the top part.

"Alright Dodge, you ready bubs?" You moved back a few steps before launching the ball halfway across the extensive yard. Jaeden watched you, impression written on his features. "Keep looking at me like that and I'll throw you across the yard like that." You threatened him playfully. 

"You would never," Jaeden challenged you. "You'd have to catch me first." He said.

"You think you can outrun me?" You asked him. He grinned at you before running off from you, running down to where Dodger was. "Jaeden!" You yelled, starting to chase after him. He apparently didn't care that he was supposed to be entirely clean, but there wasn't any rain, so he probably wouldn't get that dirty. You laughed as you chased after him, catching up to him slowly but surely. You didn't see him, but your dad was watching you, a smile on his face at the sight of you seemingly happy. 

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Magic Bullet Part 1./ Teen Wolf Series

A/N: Sorry it took so long to post! Real life has been getting in the way lol! I decided to mix it up and have Stiles' POV in there at some point. This will start happening more so I hope you guys like it! 

Warnings: mentions of blood, mentions of vomit, cursing, and mild violence

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I woke up and did my usual routine. Shower, brush my teeth, fix my hair the best I could, then got dressed. I put on a black shirt reading "You just made the top of my list" with a camo jacket, black skinny jeans and my old beat up converse. I pack up my backpack with all my homework and books and then I toss it over my shoulder and head out the door. I call back to my dad that I was leaving and that I love him. I get in my car and head to school, and as I pull into a parking space, I see Scott and Stiles heading to my car in a hurry. 

"Hey guys! What's up?" I ask as I get out and close my door. 

Scott pulls me towards him and Stiles and talks quietly. "Did you hear gunshots last night?" He asks worriedly. 

"No. Why what happened?" I ask concerned as we walk towards the school. 

"I saw Allison's dad talking to some blonde girl, they were talking about the Alpha. Talking about following 'the smaller one' to get to the Alpha." 

"Do you think they meant you?" I ask. 

"Maybe…" he continues confused. 

"What about the gunshots?" 

"That was her. I think she was shooting at the Alpha." 

"Well, who's the Alpha?" I ask. 

"Not Derek, apparently." Stiles interjects. 

"What do you mean?" I ask. 

Before either of them can answer, the bell rings. I sigh deeply and we all head off to class. Scott takes a seat, Stiles sits behind him, and I sit next to Scott. I turn towards the boys to say something, then our History teacher has us quiet down and starts handing back our tests from last week. I can feel Stiles' nervous energy. He reaches over and taps Scott's shoulder. 

"So if Derek isn't the Alpha and isn't the one who bit you, then who did?" He asks. 

"I don't know." He answers. 

"Could it be another family member?" I ask.

"Doubt it. Everyone died in the fire." Scott answers. 

"Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?" Stiles asks.

"I don't know." Scott replies, starting to get annoyed by the constant questions.

Stiles huffs and sits back. He then leans forward again. 

"Does Allison's dad know about the Alph--" Scott cuts him off a little too loudly.

"I don't know!" Making some of the kids in front of the class look back. 

I sit there, looking away in embarrassment. The three of us get our tests back. 95%. Hell yeah! I look over at the boys.

"Dude, you need to study more." Stiles comments. 

Awkward silence.

"It was a joke… c'mon man it's one test, you'll make it up." He adds.

"Do you need help studying?" I ask, offering my help. 

"No, I'm studying with Allison after school." Scott answers. 

Stiles gives a look of proud yet surprised. "That's my boy!" He praises. 

"We're just studying." Scott insists.

"Uh… no you're not." Stiles states. 

"No I'm not?" 

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I--I swear I'll have you deb--" I cut Stiles off. 

"Okay, we get it, Stilinski." I huff and shake my head. 

"Just please stop with the questions." Scott begs. 

"Yeah, no more questions." Stiles adds. Thank God…

"No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek… who still scares me." He continues. That makes two of us. 

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I start walking through the halls when Allison catches up with me. 

"Hey, Charli!" She calls out happily. 

I look back and smile at her. "Hey, Allison!" My smile quickly disappears when I see Lydia come up next to her. 

"What's up?" Lydia asks, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Why is it that everything she does annoys me?

"Just heading to class." I answer quietly. 

"What about you, Allison? Anything going on later?" She asks, giving her a knowing look. 

Wh--what do you mean?" Allison asks stuttering. 

"You know what I mean..." Lydia winks and I roll my eyes. 

"So Scott's coming over tonight?" She continues. 

"We're just studying together." Allison insists, not even trying to hide her smile. She's adorable, I love her.

"Just studying never ends with 'just studying'..." Lydia interjects.

"That's not always the case." I insist as I shove my hands in my jacket pockets. 

"Sure it does, it's like getting into a hot tub; he'll eventually cop a feel." She explains as she walks up the steps with us following behind.

"So what are you saying?" Allison asks. Don't encourage her…

"I'm just saying… make sure he covers up." Lydia states, making Allison confused. 

"She means a condom." I elaborate as I pop a piece of Big Red gum into my mouth. 

Allison chuckles. "Are you kidding? After one date?" 

"Hello, Snow White! Don't be a total prude. Give him a little taste." Lydia advises. This is exactly why I can't take you seriously, Lydia. Shit like this… 

"I mean, how much is a little taste?" Allison asks quietly. Oh God, she's corrupted! 

"Oh God, you really like him, don't you?" Lydia asks, almost shocked. 

"Well, ugh, he just seems so different. When I moved here, I had a plan. No boyfriends until college, I just move too much. But then I met him and he's different..." Allison tells us, in such a daydream-like voice. Man, she sounds like me thinking about Stiles right now…

"I don't know, I can't explain it." She continues.

"I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine."Lydia states, making me roll my eyes again.

"Or she's starting to fall in love." I insert. 

"Oh, don't be silly, Charlotte…" Bitch… first of all, it's Charli. Second, go fuck yourself.  "I'll tell you what to do…" she continues. "When's he coming over?" She asks. 

"Right after school." Allison answers. 

The bell rings and we start heading up the stairs further. "I gotta get going. Allison, don't do anything you're not comfortable with." I say, then head to the front doors. 

I get into my car, take a deep breath to relieve some of the stress from dealing with the bad advice Lydia and Stiles were giving Allison and Scott. I startup my car and start backing out of the parking lot and end up behind Stiles. I honk my horn, making him look back, laughing and gives me the finger. I laugh and give him two right back. Out of nowhere, he suddenly stops, making me stop, almost running into him. He starts honking, I get out and look his way to see what's going on. As I get there, Scott shows up and Stiles is still sitting in the Jeep, confused as can be. 

I signal for him to come out, then he does and we see Derek laying in front of Roscoe. 

"Oh my God, did you hit him?" I ask, freaking out. 

"No! He just walked in front of me out of nowhere then fell down!" He insists. 

"What are you doing here?" Scott exclaims as he kneels down next to Derek, who looks like he's on the verge of death. 

"I was shot." Derek answers weakly. 

"He's not looking so good, dude." Stiles interjects. Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

Why aren't you healing?" Scott asks concerned. 

Derek looks at me, then Scott looks at me then back to Derek. "It's alright, she's cool." Scott informs Derek. 

"I can't, it was a different kind of bullet." Derek answers. 

"Whoa, a silver bullet?" Stiles asks, almost amazed. Oh my God… 

"No, you idiot!" Derek growls. 

"Wait, wait… that must be what she meant by we have 48 hours." Scott concludes.

"What? Wh--who said 48 hours?" Derek asks.

"The one who shot you…" Scott answers wearily. 

Derek winces in pain, then his werewolf eyes start to glow blue. Car horns start honking and we all look back. 

"What are you doing? Stop that!" Scott exclaims. 

"I can't! That's what I'm trying to tell you!" Derek shoots back. 

"Derek, get up!" I command as I push Scott out of the way, showing him my glowing purple eyes. 

His eyes get wide looking into mine. The other drivers start honking their horns, becoming impatient. Other kids are staring, making me flash my eyes to their normal violet color. 

"Stiles, help us put him in your car." I tell him as Scott and I pull Derek up to his feet. 

Stiles opens the passenger side door and Scott puts him in the seat and I close the door. 

"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek tells Scott. 

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott questions. 

"She's an Argent, she's with them!" 

"Why should I help you?" 

"Because you need me." 

Scott looks over, making me look over and see Allison approaching. I look back at Scott, who looks back at Derek. 

"Fine. I'll try." He answers bitterly. 

Stiles gets in the driver seat. 

"Get him outta here." I tell him as I walk over to his side. 

"I hate you for this so much." He answers through gritted teeth then drives off. 

"Hey!" Allison calls and I take that as my que to leave. I hop back into my car and I head home, ready to do some research on what type of bullet could've been used on Derek. 

As I'm driving home, trying to figure out what it could be, I can hear Lycanthropy by G.B.H. play at a low volume.

When the wolfsbane blooms,

And the Autumn moon is bright.

He instinctively seeks to kill,

The thing he loves the best.

He'll bare his teeth, growl

Suddenly, I abruptly pull into my driveway and run upstairs to my room and start typing away on my computer. Looking into the possibility of wolfsbane being used in bullets. It feels like hours before I can officially get an answer in the dark web. I do so much digging that my eyes feel like they're burning and my fingers are all cramped. But I then I go on a site called 'Hunters Hideout' where they tell you how to put wolfsbane into bullets for a slow, painful transformation that would lead to a slow, painful death.

I'm shocked by what I read that my only reaction is to just cover my mouth and start tearing up. The worst thoughts go through my head. What if they do this to Scott? What if he goes through this and tries to kill Allison, or Stiles, or his mom… or me? What if I have to kill Derek to save Stiles? What if…

I make my way to the bathroom and throw up. Thinking about all of this had made me sick to my stomach. I clean up and try to call Stiles, who must've shut his phone off. I try again, but the line is busy. Finally, I try Scott, who clearly shut his phone off too. C'mon you idiots! Answer you fucking phones!

I pace through the house, trying to reach both of them, until finally Stiles answers. 

"Stiles--" I begin, but then he cuts me off 

"Charli, I can't talk right now. I'm trying to keep Derek safe right now." He tells me, talking a mile a minute in his usual Stiles style. 

"No wait, Stiles you can--". Line goes dead. I look at my phone and see that the call ended. Did this mother fucked really just hang up on me? 

I text Scott:

Scott: Scott, if you or Stiles don't answer your fucking phones, I'm coming to Allison's and I'm going physically pull you out of the house and drag you to mine! 😡

I wait for a reply, when my phone rings and it's Scott, who put Stiles on a three-way call with me. 

"Scott, what the hell took you so long?" I huff. 

"I'm sorry, I was with Allison!" He exclaims. 

"What about you, Stilinski? What's your excuse for hanging up on me?" I sneer.

"I've been trying to figure out what to do with Derek!" He insists.

"Well maybe if you didn't hang up, I could've helped you figure that out!" My voice raises.

"Look right now isn't the time for arguing, okay?" Scott interjects.

"What am I supposed to do with him?" Stiles asks.

"Take him somewhere! Anywhere!" Scott exclaims.

"By the way, he's starting to smell…" Stiles adds. 

"Like what?" Scott asks confused.

"Like death!" Stiles voice raises. 

"Okay, why don't you take him to the animal clinic?" I suggest. 

"Yeah, that's perfect! Deaton would be gone by now and there's a spare key behind the dumpster, Charli will meet you there." Scott elaborates. 

"You're not going to believe where he wants me to take you…" Stiles states. 

I can then hear Derek's voice on the phone. "Did you find it?" He asks. 

"How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million bullets! It's like the freaking Walmart of guns!" Scott shoots back, making me chuckle. 

"If you don't find it, then I'm dead. Right?" He asks. 

"I'm starting to think that maybe not such a bad thing…" Scott snarks. 

"Well wait a minute, do we really need the bullet or bullets? What if we just need to know what's in it?" I suggest.

"What are you implying, little girl?" Derek retorts. 

"Okay first of all, I could be the one saving your life so you could talk me nicer, and second, while the numbskulls weren't answering their phones, I did some research online about what type of bullet it could be. I'll tell you more at the clinic, in the meantime, Scott, keep looking. I have an idea." I tell them then hang up. I grab my laptop and head out to the Deacon's clinic. 

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I arrive to the clinic and Stiles is just opening the door. I run in and yell "it's wolfsbane! Wolfsbane is in the bullet!" 

"How the hell do you know this?" Derek asks as he sits on a pile of bags of dog food against the wall.

"I did some research on a part of the internet that I'm not proud to say I was on and I went on this site called 'Hunters Hideout' and they went into detail about what's in the bullet and the kind of death it can cause for a werewolf." I explain. 

"Scott has to bring that bullet." Derek tells us. 

"Why?" Stiles asks.

"Because if he doesn't, I'll die." 

Stiles helps Derek up and I open the doors for them, then I set my laptop on the counter and start looking up what I was just on earlier, figuring out if there was an antidote for it, but couldn't find anything. 

"Y'know, it doesn't really look like something some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles says, clearly getting sick from the sight. 

I look over and I can see the blood dripping, and I cover my nose and try to look away, but he clearly needs help and Stiles is too squeamish to do so. 

"If the infection reaches my heart, it could kill me…" Derek explains weakly as I grab some paper towels and clean up the blood on his arm so I can get a better look at the injury. 

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary is it?" Stiles asks. Not a good time for your endearing sarcasm, Stiles.

"If Scott doesn't get here with the bullet on time, last resort…" Derek states, walking away from me and looking through drawers. 

"Which is?" I ask. 

Derek holds up the surgical saw. "One of you is going to cut off my arm." 

Stiles and I stand there in shock, both of our jaws are on the ground. Derek pushes the saw towards Stiles. He picks it up and turns it on. 

"Oh my God, what if you bleed to death?" Stiles asks. 

"It'll heal if it works." Derek replies as he ties a rubber strand around his arm with his free hand and teeth. 

"Couldn't we maybe just extract the bullet and then dispose of it or something?" I ask with a shake in my voice.

"Won't work." Derek huffs weakly.

"Look, I don't know if I can do this…" Stiles admits, looking like he wants to puke. 

"Why not?" Asks Derek as he finishes tying the rubber strand off.

"Well, the cutting of the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially of the blood!" Stiles tells him as his voice cracks when he says blood. 

"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek judges.

"No, but I might faint at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Stiles corrects as he motions to Derek's arm. 

I stand in front of my open laptop, still covering my mouth and nose, trying to focus on anything besides their conversation. I turn around and face them with my face still covered. 

Derek sighs, and shakes his head then looks at me. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to do this?" He asks. I hope he doesn't say anything…

"She's worse than me!" Stiles defends. 

"Okay, well how about this; either one of you cowards cuts off my arm, or I cut off your heads." Derek threatens. 

"Okay, I'm so not buying your threats--" Stiles gets cut off by Derek grabbing his shirt and pulling him over the examination table. 

As a reflex I jump over and tackle Derek to the ground. I have my right hand pinning him down by the chest and the left up, prepared to punch. My eyes glowing, my fangs about to retract when I can feel Stiles' hands grabbing me by my shoulders and pulling me away. 

"Hey, hey, hey! C'mon, I know you wanna kill him, but he's right. Scott needs him." He reminds me. 

He keeps trying to look me in the eyes, but I won't look at him in his until I know mine are no longer glowing. He helps Derek back up and brings him back to the table. Derek leans over, barely able to breathe on his own while Stiles goes digging in his pockets. 

"We'll flip for it if I can find a quarter." He tells me as he continues digging. 

All of a sudden, Derek starts gagging and we both look at him. He throws up what look like black tar all over the floor. 

"Oh my God! What the hell is that?" Stiles exclaims in pure disgust. 

"It's my body… trying to heal itself…" Derek says while taking a pause to make sure he's finished. 

"Well it's not doing a very good job of it!" Stiles shoots back. 

"Alright!" I yell, making both boys look at me. "I'll do it!" I declare.

I pick up the saw and start it up. "Stiles, I need you hold his arm down." I instruct. 

"Charli, I--I can--" I cut Stiles off.

"Dammit, Stiles! It's for Scott!" I yell. 

He hurries and holds down Derek's arm. I get close with the saw and I'm about to make contact when I hear Scott's voice. "Stiles? Charli?"   

"Scott?" Stiles and I simultaneously call back. 

He comes in and sees us in, what looks like trying to mutilate Derek's body. 

"What the hell are you guys doing?" He interrogates. 

I turn off the saw and put it down and back away from the table, while Stiles let's go of Derek and sighs in relief. 

"You just prevented a lifetime of nightmares." Stiles relieves.

"Do you have it?" Derek asks weakly. 

Scott digs into his pockets and pulls out a bullet, then hands it to Derek. Derek takes it and examines it. His steel blue eyes staring it down. 

"What are you gonna do with it?" I ask him. 

"I'm gonna… I'm gonna--" he suddenly faints and drops the bullet. 

Scott and Stiles slide for the bullet while I jump over them and catch Derek's head before it can hit the ground. I'm not sure why I saved him when moments ago I wanted to kill him for threatening Stiles, but here I am. Supporting his head while Stiles and Scott try to get the bullet out of the floor drain. 

"C'mon Derek, wake up!" I cry out as I pat his face. 

"Oh God, I think he's dead!" Stiles announces as he comes over and checks on Derek. 

"Scott, c'mon!" I holler.

"I'm trying!" He shouts back.

I pat Derek's face again one more time. "C'mon you son of a bitch! Don't you die on us! We made it this fucking far!" I yell at Derek's unmoving body.

Finally, Scott comes over to us with the bullet in-between his claws cheering, "I got it!" 

I lay Derek down gently, then I get in front of him. "I've been wanting to do this all day…" I quietly say to him. 

I make a fist, whined it all the way back, and give Derek a strong left hook, waking him up. When he wakes up, Scott hands him the bullet and Stiles and I help Derek up. He supports himself on the metal table and pulls the top off with his teeth and empties it out on the table. He pulls a lighter out of his pocket and burns it. He scoops the remains into his hand and presses them into the disgusting wound on his left arm. He screams from the pain then falls to the floor, continuing to be in pain. The three of us back up and watch in shock as the wound starts to heal itself.

"That. Was. Awesome! Yes!" Stiles comments, making Scott and I look at him. 

Derek finally gets up. "Are you okay?" Scott asks. 

"Except for the agonizing pain?" Derek retorts. 

"Guessing the use of sarcasm is a sign of good health." Stiles comments. 

Derek gives Stiles a death glare, then starts taking the rubber strand off. 

"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that? An--and if you don't, I'm going back to Allison's dad and I'm going to tell him everything a--" Derek cuts Scott off. 

"You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?" 

"Well why not? They're a lot fucking nicer than you are!" Scott argues back. 

"Yeah, I can show you how nice they are…" Derek scoffs. 

"What do you mean?" Scott asks...

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Thrice Tipsy Chapter One: Incident Numero Uno

Summary: You and Chris have been friends since childhood, you were damn nearly siblings. Over the span of all of your years with Chris you had known your limit with alcohol, and yet it seemed that over the course of your new friendship with Sebastian you consistently ended up drunk. It didn't the circumstance or event he always seemed to catch you at your most vulnerable state.  He was your friend though, right? Seeing you at your worse really shouldn't matter except well when your drunk you always threw yourself at him, and he was ever the gentleman. Always making an extremely awkward morning after.

It's funny at your age that you prided yourself in handling your alcohol consumption. It felt so trivial and yet here you were, still. However, being from Boston and longtime friends with Chris made you a connoisseur of sorts and for that, you were damn satisfied. You blasted everyone at drinking games and knew your limit so to say you could handle yourself was an understatement when it came to the booze department. Over the course of your friendship with a very handsome and challenging Sebastian Stan, you had stooped to a whopping THREE times that you had lost your senses when it came to alcohol, and you were not proud of yourself. As you lay in your bed with a massive fucking hangover you thought back over the past year and how you fell in love with your other best friend and cursed yourself for last nights fiasco and how in the hell you were going to make amends for what you did and the total and complete ass you made of yourself.

Incident numero uno:

There were a lot of things that you were sure of and even more things that you were uncertain of at your ripe age of 28. One of the things that you were sure of is that Chris was the only man in your life that you could count on since kids. You grew up together, and even though he was five years older, he was always there for you no matter the case. You count on him to buy you tampons when you couldn't leave the house or have a beer and pizza fest with you when you just wanted chill time. He could count on you to be a red carpet date for him or calm him down during one of his bouts with anxiety, and that was one of the things he loved about you. He was your family and his family welcomed you with open arms and with no questions asked.

The other thing that you were sure of was that your ex-boyfriend was the scum of the earth and that you were glad that you never slept with him but hurt to find out rather abruptly that he had, in fact, slept with most of your female friends. This led you to your current state of pondering everything.

Like, how you are still a 28-year-old virgin and how you are currently drinking alone on your friends back porch while there are tons of things to do inside to forget the douche nozzle with all of your friends. You sighed and took another swig of your drink and looked out at the stars. Adulting sucks. Hard.

Chris was laughing at something Scott said when he looked over at you sitting alone outside and frowned. He was pissed at Paul cheating but he never liked the guy and was going to deck him when he saw him next and didn't care what his mom said. Although knowing his family, they'd probably high five him for standing up for you. They always had your back, and it made him smile to himself. Truth be told he knew the perfect guy for you but the timing was never right and now here you were, a nearly drunk mess on his back porch. He chuckled at your drunken antics and that every time you drank he always got a different version of you. It was like Russian roulette.

Chris went to go and sit with you because there was no way in hell he was going to let you rot alone in your own thoughts, you were his best girl even if it was platonic. As he walked closer to the door, but he saw a figure staring out at you from his peripheral and stopped when he recognized Sebastian. Speaking of...perfect.

"Hey...man. Whatcha doin'?" He held back a snicker at how his friend tensed at his inquiry. He was caught ogling you, and he knew it. Seb quickly took some beer in his mouth and swished it around in an attempt to buy a few more moments. "Nothing...uh..just."

Chris walked closer and stood next to him and nudged him slightly.

" Ahhh. Just being a creeper then. Watching Y/N?" Sebastian sputtered his drink out a bit and wiped it on the back of his hand. "Smooth man. I hope you've got something better than that, creeper."

"I'm not a creeper, asshole. I- I was just wondering if I should talk to her. Maybe cheer her up. Wait, is that THE Y/N? The one that you always talk about?" Chris nodded. "One and only. You should go and cheer her up. Maybe you could restore her faith in humanity and all that jazz. You guys would hit it off. " Chris walked off, and Seb yelled out. "No pressure though! Thanks, shit head!"

After about 5 minutes he mustered the courage to join you outside on the porch. He already knew so much about you and hung on Chris' every word when he spoke about you, but this was an entirely different experience and while he knew you he doubted you knew anything about him and he didn't want to come off as a douche bag.

When the door opened, you expected your favorite Bostonian to emerge with a fresh beer in hand, instead stood his Romanian friend that you constantly heard good things about and always wanted to meet. Great. Just your luck you'd meet him while in a boozy haze. Fuck it. You managed a smile his way hoping to look welcoming, and he smiled back.

"Care for some company?" You scooted over after his inquiry, and he sat down next to. You didn't miss how there was barely any room for the both of you on the love seat Chris had. He used it for the hoards of chicks he finessed on dates, and you smirked to yourself. Shit head, Casanova Chris.

"I'm Sebastian by the way. You must be YN." You smiled at his smooth yet soft voice, he was a ladies man for sure and was probably looking for an easy target. "Must I be?" He lost his confidence for a moment, and you giggled, causing him to smile because he felt it in his core and it genuinely made him happy. He just wanted to make you laugh for the rest of the night.

You caught his clumsiness and chided yourself for thinking that perhaps he just wanted a quick lay. Not everyone is like Paul and you reminded yourself that Chris doesn't keep company with assholes like that. Plus you knew so much about Sebastian with how much Chris speaks about him. You could let your guard down....just a bit.

"How did you know I was Y/N? Does Chris talk that much shit about me?' He shook his head, and that playful smirk sent chills down your spine. "Nah. I mean he talks about you a lot, and I feel like I've known you for ages, but nothing mean. I don't think Chris has a mean bone in his body. I mean prankster asshole? Sure." To that, you both grinned.

"May I?" You pointed to his beer, and he looked down and offered it out to you, you took a long swallow, and he watched with hooded eyes. " So what may I ask has you out here drinking all alone?" You tensed, and he noticed.

"Sorry, its none of my business." You shook it off and handed his beer back him to which he took another drink. "No, it ok. Just took a hit in the boyfriend and friend department tonight. As in he was hitting on all of my friends and more behind my back."

You risked a glance at the handsome Romanian, and he was pissed just like Chris was when you told him. "Well, forgive me for saying this but he's a massive dickhead for breaking your heart, and you deserve better than him." You laughed at him and doubled over. "Aren't you sweet?" You said between giggles, and he just stared at you while you took his beer without asking. "I wasn't in love though. I've never been in love; I think that ship sailed. I, my friend, am what Chris calls a spinster. Fucker." Seb laughed and sat back and admired you.

A catch was what you were, spinster you were not. You laughed freely, and while you were drinking the embarrassment away of your current predicament, he only found you more intoxicating. He was determined if nothing else was to happen tonight he was damn sure going to become your friend. He needed people like you in his life.  Easy going nature to calm his crazy existence, he knew why Chris kept you so close.

"So who do you want to be tonight?" You looked at him with confusion on your face. "He just smirked and stood with his hand out. "If you could be anyone you want -so I can get you to have fun and forget about being lonely." You took in his face for a moment and shook your head.

His smile was contagious, and you took his hand as he pulled up towards him. "Someone that doesn't care what any asshole thinks of me and the pity looks shot my way....and your friend." He bit his lip and you saw a blush grace his face, and you wondered if you had the power to do that to him.

"I can make that happen. C'mon, doll."

After a few dominating rounds of beer pong and darts, it was beer run time and Chris generously nominated you two for the honors. When you went to grab your phone you groaned at the 15 missed called and 48 missed texts from Paul. This was going to be a problem, you knew it.

"Do I need to go over his house and beat the asshole to death?" Chris made you jump with his proximity and reading over your shoulder. You ruffled his hair and pulled away. "NO. I'm fine. Thanks for the offer though."

"So Seb...you guys are hitting it off?" You shook your head. "Don't even go there, Christopher." He put his hands up in surrender. "What?? He's a great guy. I've been telling you that for ages." You gave him that look to shut his stupidly handsome face and he quirked his brow at you.  "What? I'm just sayin." You pushed him playfully but his face turned serious and you huffed at him.

"C'mon, Chris. Guys like him don't go for girls like me. Otherwise I sure as hell wouldn't be a virgin still. Also, I don't think I'm ready to be embarrassed AGAIN so quickly so thanks but no thanks. I'll pass on sacrificing myself body to the fine ass Romanian god you call a friend." Chris grabbed his right boob and laughed your antics off.

"Shut up! I know him and I know these things. You two are my best friends.... And keep that Vcard shit quiet. I don't want to have to beat the men off with a bat, damn woman. As for Seb, he's a good guy and at least gives him a chance to be friends." You mock saluted him. "Will do, Captain Dorito!" He started to chase after you and you ran down the hall and tackled into Sebastian who was waiting for you. "Alright then, I guess you're eager to go?" You managed to regain some composure while flicking off a snickering Chris and walked out the door with the handsome brunette tagging behind you.

Seb shook his head. "See as how you're tipsy, I'll drive and you can be the copilot, yea?" You glared in his direction. " I will have you know I could drink you under the table, Mr. Stan." He opened the door for you and your mind searched for the last time any man other than an Evans had done that for you and came up empty.

" I'm sure can, doll. I've heard you've trained with the best. Tonight you were drinking for a different reason and I think you were on a mission." His voice was darker and it took the easy-going humor out of the situation a moment with the reality of your current situation. He walked around to the other side and hopped in Chris' truck.

You directed him where to go and turned on the music. " So...I can stay a few extra days if you need help... moving." You looked over at him and it took you a few moments to process what he was saying. "Wh---Oh. I don't live with that asshat." You thought you saw some relief pass over his face but threw it too not having to help his new friend move. I mean moving it the bane of people existence. Why he would even offer was beyond you.

"That's incredibly kind of you to ask. I'll hit you up when I need a lift to and from the airport though. Or when I volunteer to watch all of Chris' nieces and nephews at the same time while they are on a sugar high. I know that's always top on the list of shit people love to do. Right next to moving." He chuckled deeply and it made you smile.

"Come to visit me in New York and I'll pick you up from the airport. As for babysitting, I'll have you know I'm great with kids. " You leaned towards him and pulled your feet up on the seat. " So does that mean we're friendsies." You did your best to bat your semi-long eyelashes at him in hopes of making him blush, but even if he were, you wouldn't be able to see it. You cursed yourself for not having long ass eyelashes like the Evans men. They all have lashes like gods and it wasn't fair. Pffft men.

Sebastian's pulse quickened at your joke. Although he would love to be more than friends, now would not be the time. You were drunk and he would love to do unspeakable and dirty things, you need only ask. He wanted more though and if he gave into you tonight he knew that there was a slim chance of that, he would be just a drunken mistake and he refused to be a rebound. He knew from Chris that you were spectacular and if Chris hadn't known you forever, he would probably be with you. So Seb would bide his time until the moment was right and you weren't so vulnerable.

"We are most definitely friends as long as you can deal with my crazy late night texts and stupid face time calls where the camera is all over the place. I'm essentially a 100 year only trapped in this body." You chuckled at his statement. "Oh, so your Bucky? Good to know. Chris is already channeling his inner Captain America on Twitter. So it's all coming together." He laughed as you pulled up to the liquor store and got out.

You two walked inside and went down the beer aisle loading up the cart with some cases and some goodies. "Is it always this busy?" You shrugged and looked around.

"Holiday weekend and downtowns not too far, so they leave the bar and come here to load up." You shrugged and just as you turned the corned your face fell. Fucking Paul. You quickly turned and Sebastian's smile dropped when he saw your face.

"What? Am I going to have to hold your hair back?" You threw him face. "Please. I haven't thrown up in 8 years. Can I just meet you in the car?" He looked over the aisle and saw a bunch of guys and a few girls. "Is he here?" You refused to answer but he knew the answer. "Hey. If you want to go that's fine. If you want to pretend that I'm your boyfriend, I can do that. If you want just to go and buy this shit together, I got your back." You smiled at how honest he was and silently thanked Chris for having awesome friends.

"Alright but I warn you, it may not be pretty. He won't stop texting and calling me." Seb just threw his arm around you and started pushing the cart. "Well, you aren't gonna be able to shake me either after tonight, doll. But I can promise to never fuck you over like him." His voice was low and deep in your ear it the promise of it made your heartbeat pick up.

He kept you in his side to shield you from Paul, and the groups view and then when you got to the register you both put everything on the counter. He kept you tucked in front of him with his arms over your shoulders and wrapped around. "Y/N?" You muttered fuck under your breath and turned around.

"Hey, Paul." He glared at you and Sebastian while your ex-girlfriends eyes were glued to Sebastian. "Can we talk, babe." You shook your head. "I said everything I needed to say. Your shit is on the sidewalk of my place." Candice, your ex-hoe friend, walked up to Seb and she tried to talk to him, but he took your hand.

"Are you two together?" You shrugged and with Seb's calming proximity continued. "None of your concern, Paul." Seb turned to pay the cashier and loaded the beer and you two left. He didn't have to say anything because you could feel how dominating his presence was and you loved how he let you handle it. You knew he had you back if you needed it but he wasn't a douche bag.

"You ok." You nodded silently. "Yea. But wait until we're gone." You saw him shake his head when the door chimed and heard Paul yell. "Hey. So you'll FUCK him and not ME?" You slammed the trunk and walked around. "Fucking hell, Paul! Shut the fuck up!" He walked up closer and one of his friends went to grab his arm, and he ripped it out of his grasp. Seb was not standing between the both of you, shielding you from Paul's anger.

"Stand down, man. You don't wanna do this." Seb said it in a deep and menacing tone and damn it to hell if it didn't make you wet. You instinctively grabbed his hips and he looked back at you with a side glance to make sure you were ok. "Look I'm done, Paul. We're done." You said confidently and as calmly as possible,  just wanting to enjoy the remainder of the night with Sebastian and hope that this episode didn't ruin that.

Paul just vehemently shook his head. "Hell no. We aren't done yet! You wouldn't fuck me for a year! One night with this fucking Casanova and BOOM. That's it. I doubt you are even a virgin at all. Probably a fucking whore. Sleeping with all my friends behind my back, right?!" You could feel your body betraying you, and you were NOT going to cry.

You went to walk to the truck except he grabbed your arm but Sebastian decked him and he went down. "Don't you fucking touch her!" His friend went to kneel beside him and Seb pointed to him.

"I've got no quarrel with you man, but I'm not going to let him talk to her and touch her like that. Understood." It could've been the rage in his eyes or the fact that one punch knocked out a well-built man, but no one came up to challenge the sweet fluffy Romanian that you already adored. He just turned around and walked you to your side of the vehicle and then walked to his side, never letting his eyes waver from the crowd. Then you two drove off, back to Chris' house in silence. When you got there, he unloaded the truck while you went inside with a bottle of whiskey and hid in the guest room. Chris looked at you but you just shook your head, and he knew you needed to be left alone.

Seb stood in the kitchen not knowing what to do. He knew what he wanted to do, go to you. In the few hours that he had known you, officially he felt like it was a lifetime and he only wanted to comfort you. However, he knew you probably felt differently. To you, he was a stranger and you probably just wanted to be left alone. Chris came in and he gave him the events of the last hour.

"No wonder she took the whiskey. Fuck! I hate that guy. Thank you for decking him. I was going to do it when I saw him next. You saved me a verbal lashing from my mom." Seb gave him a half-hearted smirk. "She probably hates me now though." Chris patted him on the shoulder. " I know Y/N. She's not upset about that. She's embarrassed that you were dragged into the mess. I'm sure she was stoked about meeting you finally. She's asked about you before ya know, and then on tonight of all nights. Only to have you get dragged into a liquor store brawl in Boston with her ex, I mean that's kind of soap opera style. Plus he outed her V-card." Seb blushed from Chris summing up the evening and the information overload.

"I'm going to go talk to her. I gotta leave soon and I can't leave her thinking I think less of her because of some prick. She fucking awesome and I want to get to know her." Chris smiled at his friend as he took two steps at a time upstairs in search of you.

You were two more shots gone and thought about Sebastian. He was probably gone by now. Fuck. What an epic mess. Maybe you could get Chris to have him give you his number, and you could message him? You shook your head. Nope. Who would want to talk to you after this disaster of an evening? He almost had his money maker busted to hell in a Boston liquor store parking lot because of some girl he hardly knew. What the fuck?

Just as you were having an internal battle someone tapped on the door.

"Chris I swear to fucking hell. I will throat punch you if you don't leave me the fuck alone. I don't need your coddling right now man." You turned when the door opened and saw the shy face of Sebastian poke through. "Um...how about your new favorite drinking buddy?" He had a beer in hand and you held you bottle up.

"Think I'm covered but you're more than welcome to come and join me." You patted the spot next to you on the loveseat looking out on the hooligans in the backyard. "I hope Mackie busts his ass. I feel like I need that in my life right now." You chuckled beside him.

"Especially after all of the drama, I dragged you into." He shrugged and took a swig of the beer. "Not your fault, doll. I don't blame you. Truth be told I would've done it again in a heartbeat, asshole deserved it. I'm just sorry if I upset you." You were staring at him while he spoke and he finally looked at you after he was done. You both stared at one another for a few moments before you broke out of the trance.

"Thank you for standing up for me, Sebastian. I hope...I hope that we can still talk when you go back to New York." He gave you a genuine smile and it gave you butterflies. You rolled your eyes and nudged his shoulder and looked out at Chris tackling Mackie with a girlish squeal. "Stop tryin to charm me, Stan. I'm better than that. If I haven't dropped my panties yet I doubt your gonna get me to drop em with a simple smile." He laughed.

"You're Boston accent comes out when your drunk. Also, I know you're better than my charms. I would say you're immune to most men's charms if you're 28 and...." He trailed off before finishing.

You scoffed. "What? 28 and a virgin?" You said it more harshly thank you intended, but men's attitude tended to change when they found out that little fun tidbit about you. "Yea. I mean I think that's remarkable that you are waiting for someone special. That you haven't fallen for any guy, especially like Paul." You both laughed, and again you found yourself looking at him.

"You don't think it's weird? Chris even calls me an oddity among the female persuasion." He smiled. "Leave it to you to use long sentences when drunk. No, I don't think its weird and even if I did who the fuck cares? Weird just means interesting to the people that matter. I think you are one the most entertaining people that I have ever met and I'm sorry that tonight wasn't perfect." You shrugged, parts of it were perfect but you weren't going to dare let out a cheezy line like that.

So instead you went for a more philosophical route."Sometimes things have to fall apart so they can come together." His eyes fell on you in a way that you damn near shivered, and he bit his lip. You wanted to kiss him and say fuck it, screw the moral high ground. The booze had thoroughly broken your virtuous compass and the way he was looking at you at the moment with his arm over the back on the loveseat and his thigh pressed hard against yours. ...

"Y/N..." He whispered and went to remove his arm from around you and without another word you leaned in and kissed him before he could object. At first, his body was rigid but then he relaxed and the arm that was on the couch went around your waist pulling you towards him. You hummed into his lips and he moaned. This fucking godlike man that was more handsome than all the men in Boston combined was kissing you and he groaned.

Your hands went into his long and soft hair and scratched his scalp as he deepened the kiss further. The booze and the lust were clouding everything, but you knew that you wanted this man, even if only for a heavy makeout session. He could make you cum from his lips on yours alone, and that was the only thing that you could think of now. All of your senses were on overload. His beard rough on your skin, his lips warm and wet, his voice deep and rugged.

When you heard your name on his lips again, you were done. You climbed atop him and straddled his hips. His delicious thick thighs beneath you and his beard tickling your neck when he dove into your nape, nipping and kissing your sweet spot. "Ahh. Fuck Sebastian.." You ground your hips into his hard erection, and he bit your shoulder and then licked it to soothe the sting. You gasped out loud, and he pulled back a moment giving you had a moment to look into his eyes. Lust blown, lips swollen, hair mussed, fucking beautiful.

"You are so lovely. How are you here with me right now, doll?" He leaned in and gently kissed you, slowly this time and guided your hips slowly into his clothed cock over your wet heat and you moaned into him. His tongue swept and invaded your mouth while your hands tugged on his hair. Your hands went down his shirt, and toned chest and his breathing picked up, but when they found his pants, he was damn near hyperventilating and pulled away from you.

"What? Did I--- What?" He shook his head. "I can't do this. You're drunk, doll." You smiled and kissed his neck while sneaking to his buttons and he growled as you pleasantly moved against him again.

"That wasn't stopping you a few seconds ago. C'mon Seb, I know you want me." He shook his head and took your face in his large hands. "Not like this, Y/N." Your eyes focused on his face and you saw that he was resolute in his decision. Any action that you were hoping to get was not going to happen. One awkward moment after another with this man just kept happening. The fucking domino effect of epic proportions. For the second time tonight and quite possibly the second time in maybe three years you were able to cry. Son of a bitch. You hastily climbed off his lap, and he jumped up discerning that you were very much upset and that it was not what he wanted to do.

"Hey. Hey. Please. Can we..just talk." You shook your head and grabbed your phone and tried to get around him while looking to the ground. "No. I think I've done enough tonight." He bent his head down to try to look you in the eyes. "Please, doll. Please. I don't think that you would like me very much in the morning. I can't be your regret."

You laughed humorlessly. "I don't think I'm going to like myself very much in the morning. I've made a complete fucking ass of myself in front of the most handsome man I've ever met who made me foolishly feel like I wasn't one of the guys for a while. Oddly enough right now I feel worse than I did in the beginning of the night. Please just let me go." You braved a peek at him, and he looked gutted as you took the opportunity to run out.

He only heard Chris yell your name as you slammed the front door.

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The next few days Sebastian stared at the pictures on his phone that he had taken of you two that night. Chris had given him your number but told him to wait a few days because while you weren't mad at him, you were humiliated. Some of that needed to dissipate before he started to talk to you.

By day three he couldn't wait anymore.

Seb: Hey, doll. Hope you don't mind. I got your number from Chris.

About an hour went by, and he was nervous and frustrated wondering if he should've waited another day or week. Damn him and his patience. He was worse than a kid on Christmas day.

You: Well if it isn't Sexy Seabass. How's New York? I would say Boston misses you, but a significant portion is ready to kick yo ass.

He chuckled at your sass and was happy to have you respond and even happier that you were sober and not hating him.

Seb: Sexy Seabass? Stay away from Mackie. He's a bad influence. You've got enough sass as it is! I miss Boston and I'm ready to throw down anytime. Especially if it's in your honor. Remember I'm part Bucky Barnes!

You were quick to respond this time and his heart raced.

You: Well I promise to keep you out of the Boston brawls next time you come. We can't have your money maker ruined. I mean you need to make a living, and your acting skills are sub-par. Let's be honest. ;)

He laughed but then his heart fell.

You: I also promise that I'll keep my hands to myself. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable.

He didn't know how to handle it. Should he play it off and be friends or should he leave it open-ended?

Seb: I wasn't uncomfortable, doll. Trust me when I say that I adore you and I want to know you.

He felt like that was safe, and you could take it as friendship or as more if you wanted. Heaven knows he wanted more and would fly back to Boston know and take you on your first date if you only said the words.

You: Good to know that you're a charmer when I'm sober and drunk...."

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