#i want stiles to start to get slowly comfortable with theo

[transgenderism-horror]

Need scileo queerplatonic forced cohabitation

I need to force those three to like each other AGAIN

I need blood, conflict and Theo cooking for two losers

[usermischief]

♞Pairing: Steo ♞Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Theo Raeken ♞Tags: alternative universe, witness protection program, mentions of abuse, marshal Theo, roommates (kind of) ♞Words: 4261 ♞Prompt: stuck together for a long time + “you’re lucky you’re cute because your taste in music is awful.” (for anon)

ao3

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a second chance at love

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“Fuck.” Stiles slams the door shut behind him and averts his eyes, almost dropping the two large cups of coffee he just bought from the coffee down the street. “Warn a guy, would you?” It’s too early to run into Theo wearing awfully tight boxer briefs, looking way too good to handle sprawled on the couch. The past four months have been an exhausting endeavor, and he’s really glad that Theo’s boss decided they should pose as roommates instead of a couple. Stiles would’ve rather drowned himself in the large lake behind the bungalow.

Theo chuckles. “I just woke up.” 

“Sweatpants, Raeken. Sweatpants.” Stiles rubs his eyebrow with an exasperated sigh before carefully returning his attention to the other man. It’s only then that he notices the ball of fluff on his thigh, watching him closely. What? Stiles blinks. “Is that a cat?”

Theo stretches languidly. “Yup.” 

“Why is there a cat?” 

As if it understood Stiles, the kitten hops off Theo’s thigh and strolls across the room and directly towards him. It’s adorable. Meowing, the cat brushes around his leg, even going so far as to rub its little head against his shin. 

Stiles crouches down, carefully balancing the coffee with one hand, and lifts the little thing with his other. “Is it yours?” he asks, walking towards the kitchen island. 

Shaking his head, Theo sits up. “Nope.” He stretches again, his tight fucking shirt riding up just enough to expose a tanned line of abs. There is a reason Stiles does not follow Theo down the lake when he’s going for a swim. “I found her under the porch last night.” He shrugs, and the smile on his lips is far too beautiful to handle. “Thought you might like the fluffy company.” 

The kitten meows. 

Stiles wrenches his gaze away from Theo and crooks his arm to offer the cat a more comfortable position. “Well,” he says slowly, watching as the little thing curls against him, “it’s certainly better than the sweatpant-less company I have right now.” Swallowing, Stiles scratches the kitten’s head. He has to lean against the kitchen aisle as she purrs softly, closing her bright green eyes. Stiles doesn’t really remember the last time something so small felt safe around him. Then again, even people twice his size have never felt safe around him because they knew who he was— who he still is married to. 

“You’re such a prude,” Theo says around a yawn. A few weeks ago, the guy wouldn’t have even been awake at this ungodly hour. Now, he’s joining Stiles before he’s finished making breakfast. In return, he gets a fresh cup of coffee with a dash of sugar-free oat milk and nothing else. 

Stiles rolls his eyes. “I just prefer to have breakfast without your dick being too present.” The words are not even fully out of his mouth when he starts to regret them. That is an extremely poor choice of words. 

Unsurprisingly, Theo smirks. “Is my dick bothering you?”  

“The only dick bothering me is standing next to the couch,” Stiles mutters, returning his attention to the kitten in his arms. That way, he hopefully can forget about Theo being infuriatingly handsome. This wasn’t supposed to happen. He can’t even believe his body decided to be attracted to the next best hot person showing him the bare minimum of kindness barely a month after his last bruise finally healed. Besides, Stiles is in Witness Protection. There’s probably a law against hooking up with your assigned marshal — and he doesn’t want to risk losing Theo. Because Theo does him a world of good without even realizing it. Their daily banter manages to unwind a lot of the bullshit Donovan put into his head for almost ten years. Theo doesn’t magically fix him, but he makes everything a lot more bearable, and that’s something Stiles can’t give back. 

Sighing, Theo raises his hands in mock defeat. “Fine, I’ll get my sweatpants.” 

“And brush your teeth.” 

“Yes, Sir.” 

Stiles scowls, but Theo salutes him with the biggest grin. It’s impossible not to smile — and if Theo’s exclamation of victory makes Stiles’ heart skip a beat, nobody has to know but him; and perhaps the kitten watching him with bright green eyes. 

— — — 

Stiles drops the grocery bag on the counter with an indignant huff. This was one of the worst shipping trips he’s ever had to endure. Maybe because he’s never been yelled at by an elderly woman for daring to grab the last flour package — probably because of the type of bodyguards that usually followed him around. People used to think twice to even looking at him. 

Scrunching up his face, Stiles shoots Theo a look. “Thanks for nothing, by the way.” He pulls the cat snacks out of the bag with a shake of his head. It’s not that he expected Theo to jump the woman, but it would have been nice if he hadn’t watched him from the other end of the aisle while laughing his ass off. Sure, Stiles is twenty-five, and he probably should know how to defend himself against an old woman. However, he hasn’t been alone outside, much less been allowed to talk to people since he started dating Donovan almost ten years ago. His social skills aren’t exactly the best; especially not when it comes to handling any sort of conflict. Donovan used to deal with that, and Stiles is more than aware that his methods weren’t exactly socially acceptable. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Princess,” Theo drawls back, dropping the other three bags on the ground. “I’m being paid to protect you from your soon-to-be ex-husband and his buddies… not little old ladies.” 

Huffing, Stile shakes the bag of snacks. “You’re the worst bodyguard ever.” 

“I didn’t expect you to be overwhelmed by someone’s angry grandmother.” Theo leans against the counter, smirking his stupidly handsome smirk. 

Stiles purses his lips. “I’ve never been treated like this is all.” 

A couple of raised brows now accompany the smirk. Theo crosses his arms, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Right, you’re more used to being treated like—“ 

“Shut up.” Stiles slams his free hand down on the counter, startling himself with his reaction. He’s made sure to bury his anger very deep to protect himself. He’s made sure not to show any weakness either, but Stiles can’t deny the tears stinging in his eyes. “You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.” Nobody knew. Nobody ever noticed — or maybe they were simply looking the other way because why should Stiles be treated better than they were? To the public, they looked like the perfect couple. Donovan made sure of that. Things were very different behind closed doors. 

Theo furrows his brows. “I didn’t mean—“ 

“Just—“ Stiles squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath. “Just forget I said anything.” He pushes away from the counter. “It’s your turn to make dinner, by the way.” Shaking the bag of treats again in hopes to draw Agatha out, he walks towards the stairs. “Try not to burn the water this time.” 

If the sudden change in topic jars Theo, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he chuckles and raps his fingers against the counter. “You’re never gonna let me live that down, aren’t you?” 

Even though Stiles wants to be mad at Theo and leave the house to mope somewhere on his own, his body makes it very much impossible to do so. “Never,” Stiles calls over his shoulder, unable to stop the grin from tugging on the corners of his mouth. All of this would be so much easier if Theo were less attractive and especially less charming. But alas. 

“So, I’m just going to put away the groceries all by myself and make dinner?” Theo asks, and his deep scowl is very much audible in his tone. “You’re the worst roommate.” 

Agatha meows at him from the top of the stairs, stretching her small body with a yawn. Smiling, Stiles scoops her into his arms. “Glad to be of service.” He sits down on the top stair, plopping Agatha on his lap, who promptly lies down. He always wanted a pet. It’s the one thing Donovan refused to give him. Probably so he’d stay the only soul Stiles would be attached to — or maybe he was worried a dog might start fighting back when Stiles would not. 

“Are you kidding me?” Theo asks, folding his arms over his chest. 

“Well,” Stiles drawls, scratching Agatha behind her ears, “you know the rules.” Smiling down at the little kitten, he watches her paw at the bag of snacks in his hand. “You do not move if you are used as a pillow.” Especially not if it’s an adorable tiny ball of fluff. Not even being married to someone like Donovan turned him into a complete monster. 

Theo studies him for a while in silence. Eventually, he smiles and grabs one of the grocery bags. “You’re lucky you’re cute, you know that?”

Stiles can feel the heat rising in his cheeks. Out of all people, his marshal should be the last person to make him blush, but Theo makes it impossible not to be infatuated with him. “So, you don’t mind if I chill with Agatha while you’re doing—“ he gestures in the general direction of the kitchen island “— all of that?” If Stiles hadn’t cooked for them the last four days, mostly because Theo cannot cook for shit, and he kind of hopes he’ll opt for take-out tonight — he’d feel a little bad to let him do everything. Well, then again, all Theo has to do is admit that he cannot cook instead of insisting the pasta disaster was merely an accident. Because it clearly wasn’t. Theo might be able to kill people in multiple different ways, but he’s hopeless in the kitchen. 

Muttering something under his breath, Theo dumps the contents of the three bags quite unceremoniously on the kitchen counter. 

“I’m sorry?” Stiles holds a snack out for Agatha to try. “I didn’t quite catch that.” 

Theo huffs, “I didn’t say anything.” 

When Agatha nibbles on the snack, Stiles looks up again. “I don’t know what your problem is, but I bet it's hard to pronounce.” It’s a lie. He’s very much aware of what Theo’s issue is — his pride. The guy is never going to admit that he can’t cook. No way. Especially not in front of Stiles. Theo would rather order food and pretend that he cooked it than tell him he’s unable to prepare a basic pasta dish. 

For a second, Theo looks like he’s ready to chuck the box of eggs at him. He places them on the counter instead and cocks his head. “What’s your name again?”

Touché. “You know, you could just admit you can’t cook.” 

“I can cook!”

“I’m just saying.” Stiles runs a finger through Agatha’s fur, smiling when she purrs at the affection. “There’s no shame in ordering food.” 

“No,” Theo insists, opening the fridge aggressively. The poor guy does have a really fragile ego. “I can cook. I’m going to cook. We’re going to have a great dinner. Just wait.” 

Chuckling, Stiles raises to his feet, cradling Agatha in his arms. “Call me when you need anything.” Or when the house burns down. But Stiles isn’t going to say that out loud. He’s bruised Theo’s ego easily enough. It probably shouldn’t be this easy to find someone’s weakness and exploit it, yet it’s something that comes a little too easy — and being an asshole usually distracts people from Stiles’ weaknesses. 

Before rounding the corner to go to his bedroom, Stiles watches Theo hurry around the kitchen. His heart aches. He should know better than to fall for the first guy who has shown him some decency — especially if said guy is the marshal assigned to him in this witness protection program. It’s pathetic, really. Stiles smiles and vanishes into his bedroom. 

———

Two hours later, Theo mopes while eating pizza out of a box. 

———

Stiles can’t tell what wakes him first; Agatha’s soft meowing or the creaking of his door. He does, however, know which of the two sounds makes his hand move to the knife under his bed. His fingers curl around the hard handle. His heart slams against his ribs — but the footsteps entering his room do not belong to Donovan. Furrowing his brows, Stiles opens his eyes. “Theo?” That’s not exactly normal. They’ve never entered each other’s bedrooms without knocking, especially not in the middle of the night. “What are you doing here?” He pushes himself up in his bed, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. 

Theo doesn’t reply. Parts of his face are hidden in the shadows, making his expressions hard to read. 

Finding him standing there silently in the darkness is much more unnerving than Stiles thought it would be. He swallows around the lump in his throat and switches his bedside table lamp on. “Theo?” Stiles asks, furrowing his brows. “Are you okay?” 

Slowly, Theo nods and gestures towards his bed. “May I sit?” 

Under different circumstances, Stiles would have never allowed Theo to sit on his bed wearing nothing but his boxer briefs — apparently, this guy is still wholly unaware of what running around basically naked does to Stiles — but he needs to know what happened. So he nods. “Yeah… sure.” Stiles licks his lips, gaze flicking to Agatha who raises her little head. “What’s going on?” 

Theo pets the kitten before sitting down on the edge of the mattress. “You were right.” 

“That happens more often than you’d think,” Stiles remarks, quirking a brow and trying very hard to ignore the fact Theo is sitting on his bed in his boxer briefs. “So, you have to be more specific.” 

A smile is tugging at the corner of Theo’s mouth, but he’s shaking his head. He lets out a breath and rubs his left eyebrow. His blue eyes dart from Stiles to his hands and when he looks at him again, his expression has darkened. “About Donovan.” Theo presses his mouth into a thin line. “He came for you.” 

Stiles shudders despite the warm temperatures outside. Something in Theo’s tone makes it abundantly clear that Donovan did not come to reunite with his lost lover. “Did they…” It’s almost impossible to wrap his head around. Donovan. Ever so elusive Donovan ran right into a trap. Stiles cannot believe he fell into it. Then again, his ego has always been his biggest weakness. “Did they get him?” Because that’s the biggest question. Just because Donovan ran into the trap doesn’t mean he didn’t get out again. He has a way to slip away when you think there’s no way he can. 

Theo nods. “He’s been transported to jail already.” 

For some reason, Stiles expected to be exhilarated about news like this. Donovan being caught was supposed to be the best news of his life. Yet he feels… nothing. He’s not relieved. He’s not happy. It’s just a chapter of his life that’s closed. Stiles curls his hands into fists. But it’s not done. This is far from over. 

It’s never going to be over. 

Theo licks his lips and then places his hand on Stiles’. The touch is soft, lingering almost, and it makes him feel so much more than Donovan being captured does. 

Biting his bottom lip, Stiles turns his hand a little, and his heart slams into his chest when Theo’s finger intertwined with his own. “It’s over,” Theo tells him, his voice so soft Stiles barely catches it over his heart beating in his chest. “Stiles, you are—“ 

“It’s not over,” Stiles replies, pulling his hand away, and curling his arms around himself. “It’s never going to be over for me.” Even if Donovan will end up behind bars, Stiles still has to live with the fact that Donovan killed his father and closest friends, and that those who were still alive have turned their back instead of helping him. Even if that wasn’t the case, he still has to carry ten years' worth of trauma around with him. 

Theo places a hand on his knee. “I’m here.” 

“Theo…” Stiles trails off and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth. It’s clear he means well, Stiles is very aware of that, but hearing Theo say stuff like this only reminds Stiles of the expiration date on this accommodation. Eventually, Theo is going to move on and Stiles will stay behind in this fucking house until he’s fully picked himself up off the floor and can become himself again — or rather, whoever he was supposed to become without Donovan. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” It’s stupid to explain because Theo is here doing a job, and Stiles feel for the character he has to play for it. 

Furrowing his brows, Theo scoots a bit higher on the bed and turns to look at him. “I read the files.”

“Not everything he did is in those files.” There is so much more Stiles never talked about because he was scared and ashamed and didn’t want people to look at him differently; people who didn’t even ask if he’s been a victim too. They only cared about Stiles being able to put a stop to one of the most dangerous criminals currently active in the US. He was just the husband who wanted out. They didn’t need a reason. Not really. 

Theo’s expression darkens. It’s not anger per se, but he is still angry enough to make Stiles feel icky. “What did he do to you?” 

Stiles’ heart aches at his words. To you. Maybe it’s obvious Stiles was referring to himself, maybe Stiles is so used to Donovan’s disinterest that the bare minimum sounds like a lot. Stiles hooks his fingers into the blanket. “It doesn’t matter.”

Theo stares at him. “It matters to you.”

“Don’t—“

“He hurt you, didn’t he?” Theo reaches for his hand again. His fingers are as soft as his voice, but his grip is persistent. “If he did—“ 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Don’t make me talk about it. Stiles can’t bear the thought of Theo looking at him any differently when he was the one who made him feel so extremely normal for the first in a long time. Stiles stares at their hands. Part of him wants to pull away, the other part can’t bring himself to let this warmth slip away. He bites his bottom lip harder and tightens his grip on Theo’s fingers. “I can’t face him. I can’t do this.” Stiles always promised himself to get closure. He wanted to appear strong and unbothered, wanted to look Donovan in the eye when he told him he’d make him pay for everything he did to him. Now, thinking about even having to look at him, much less be in the same room with him makes him feel sick to the stomach. 

“Hey, hey.” Theo gets up from the bed, and for a long, agonizing second, Stiles thinks he’s about to leave. Instead, Theo slips under the covers next to him. “There’s time to prepare yourself.” He lets go of Stiles’ hand and wraps an arm around him. 

Falling for Theo has been already easy, but curling into him is the easiest thing he’s ever done. Stiles slips down, leaning his head against Theo’s chest. The heartbeat of another person has always calmed him. It meant they were alive and so is he. “Do I have to identify him?” 

“Probably not.” Theo’s fingers brush through his hair. “We all know who he is.” 

Stiles hums and closes his eyes. Even if Donovan could not see him, looking at him is not something he feels able to do. “I want to make him pay,” Stiles whispers, curling his fingers in Theo’s shirt. “But what if I can’t? What if I’m too weak?” 

“You’re not,” Theo tells him, still running his fingers through Stiles’ hair like it’s the most normal thing in the world, and maybe, it is. At least for them. His thumb brushes over the shell of his ear, hand gliding down to the nape of his neck. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for… you wouldn’t be here otherwise.” His thumb gently presses against the underside of his jaw. 

Stiles pulls away and sits up again, but Theo’s hand never leaves him. He cups his cheek instead, and Stiles finds himself leaning into it, sighing softly. 

“Besides,” Theo whispers with a soft smile, “you have me now.”

That’s when Stiles forces himself to pull away. “For a little while.” 

“No.” Something in Theo’s voice makes Stiles look at him again. There is something hard in his expression, not anger strictly. It seems more like determination. Theo has never been this hard to read as he is now. “For as long as you’ll have me.” 

Stiles licks his lips, gaze flicking down to Theo’s mouth and back up again. Don’t be an idiot. He shakes his head, more to himself than those words that make his heart flutter and hurt at the same time, and looks at his fingers curled into the bedsheets.

Chuckling, Theo adjusts his grip a little and tilts Stiles’ head back. They lock eyes. For a painfully long moment, Theo doesn’t say anything, just looks at him like he’s searching for something. “You’re strong,” he insists, but his voice softens impossibly when he continues, “exceptionally stubborn… and cute.”

Cute. 

Even though Stiles feels heat rush into his cheeks, he draws his brows together in a failed attempt to look offended. 

“To be honest,” Theo continues, tracing an invisible line with his thumb, “you’re lucky you’re cute because your taste in music is awful.” 

“What?” Stiles barks out a laugh, too stunned to process what Theo just said. 

Theo taps his cheek gently with his fingertip. “Fall Out Boy?” 

“Oh, excuse me, Mr. Classic Rock,” Stiles retorts shoving Theo’s shoulder lightly. “Just because your music is from the Stoneage doesn’t mean you have any ground to judge.” The audacity of this guy. Seriously. 

Theo huffs out a breath, but there’s a smirk tugging on his features. “As I said, you’re lucky you are cute.” 

Stiles bites his bottom lip. “Don’t say stuff like that.” 

“Why not?” Theo reaches for him again, fingertips ghosting over Stiles’ jaw. 

Despite himself, Stiles allows the touch yet again, mulling over the right way to answer this question. His words should be everything Stiles could have ever wanted, especially since he has feelings for him. But he can’t say that. “Because I’m scared.” It’s not the best answer, but it’s the closest he can get to the truth. 

“Of me?” Theo sounds almost hurt by the question, and he looks scared of the answer. 

Stiles swallows. “Of falling in love,” he whispers. It’s such a stupid thing to say, especially since he’s already fallen down the rabbit hole. Still, it feels reasonable. The last time he loved someone, it ruined his life, and that of the people he cared about… it broke him. 

For a moment, Theo is quiet. “I can’t promise you I’m perfect,” he says, turning his head with a small smile as Agatha makes her way over to him. “But I’d never hurt you. Ever.” It’s a promise he shouldn’t make because it’s one he cannot keep. “Not like he hurt you.” 

Stiles doesn’t reply. Donovan promised not to hurt him either, and when he started doing it, he blamed it on Stiles, told him he didn’t want to hurt him, and he wouldn’t have to if Stiles just behaved. Not once did Donovan explain what bothered him so much. After a while, Stiles assumed it was being alive. Biting the inside of his cheek, he reaches over and scratches Agatha’s head. She curls into a ball on Theo’s lap, purring softly. It’s almost like she’s trying to make a point. 

Theo brushes his fingers against Stiles’ arm, pulling his hand away when Stiles does the same. “Do you want me to leave?” He doesn’t look at him, but he doesn’t have to. His voice already shows how much it would pain him to walk away right now. 

It would hurt Stiles too. He shakes his head, slowly at first and then more insistently. “No. Stay.” 

Carefully, Theo lifts Athena off his lap and lies down. He locks eyes with Stiles, an eyebrow raised in question. He’s so very careful about making sure Stiles agrees with everything that’s happening at this very moment. 

And he does. He does. 

Stiles slips under the covers as well and curls against Theo, smiling when the other man pulls him close and presses a kiss to the top of his head.

“If he ever hurts you again,” Theo whispers into his hair, “I’m going to kill him.” For a heartbeat, he is silent, almost as if he’s considering if he should continue. Then, after a soft sigh, he says, “I’m going to kill him regardless.”  

It’s not an option. Theo shouldn’t even think about that as an option. But despite not wanting any more blood on his hand than he already has, Theo’s words wrap around him like a soft cocoon. A world without Donovan wouldn’t magically erase the shit he went through and how they impact him. It would make him feel much safer though — as safe as he’s safe here, in Theo’s arms. 

Stiles closes his eyes, allowing himself this second chance at love. 

[topazy]

Hunted

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader

Warnings: Mentions of fighting and swearing

Chapter: 5.04

You and Liam met Scott as you were running into the hospital. Kira had called you and filled you in on what happened at the police station and how Lydia had been rushed into the hospital. Surprisingly, it was Theo that saved her life, by using his belt as a tourniquet.

You didn’t know Redhead well, but you were glad she was okay. You were currently sitting in the waiting room while Lydia recovered from surgery, while you and Liam filled Scott in on what you discovered in the forest.

“Tracy was buried?” Scott asks in disbelief.

“Buried alive. Crawled out. Then, we found another hole,” Liam confirmed.

You got distracted from the conversation when Stiles walked into the room. He looked distraught.

When you first met the McCall pack, you were surprised to find out Stiles had a girlfriend who wasn’t Lydia. Allison once told you that Stiles was in love with her best friend, and she hoped they would get together one day. You didn’t doubt his love for Malia, but seeing how torn up he was, you wondered how different loving someone and being in love with them was.

—

“I’m not sure about this,” you say while smoothing out the ends of your pale yellow dress. “It’s pretty, but it doesn’t scream nightclub, does it? Plus it makes me look younger.”

“You look cute!” Kira smiles.

Chuckling, you shake your head, “I don’t want to be the reason we don’t get in.”

You and Kira weren’t exactly girly, so neither of you had much experience in dressing up for a night out. You actually admired how Kira always manages to look so comfortable and stylish at the same time.

“Lu, you don’t need to stress. Hayden has already said she will get you guys in, and Liam will think you look good in anything.”

You blush at her comment.

Suddenly, she jumped to her feet with a mischievous look on her face. “I might have something,” she says, opening up her wardrobe and starting to rummage through it. “Found it!” She turns around with a dress and hands it to you excitedly. “You need to try this on! I almost forgot I had it. The tags are still on.”

You pull the dress you are currently wearing off over your head and drop it on the ground. Seeing Kira staring, you slowly turn to look at her and notice her eyes glued to the scar on the left side of your lower abdomen. You smile awkwardly and pull the dress on, “what do you think?”

“It’s lovely… sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. I was just surprised because I’ve never heard you mention it before.”

Your finger automatically touches the fabric over your scar. “I got my appendix removed a few years ago. It’s no big deal.”

The memory of being rushed into the hospital replayed inside your head, how scared you were of going for surgery to remove an inflamed organ from your body and how sharp the needle going into the back of your hand felt. The thing you remember the clearest was your parents arguing loudly and the nurse telling them to leave or else he was calling security.

You snapped out of your haze when you felt your hair moving. Kira started pulling the different shoes you bought with you out of your bag.

Looking into the mirror again, you couldn't help but snort out a laugh. Despite all the madness going on in Beacon Hills, you were actually nervous getting ready to see a boy you liked. It felt strangely normal.

—

“Can you put your phone away for five minutes?” Mason says, rolling his eyes. “Scott can howl if he needs you.”

“I just feel like I should be doing something,” Liam replies, sounding stressed.

“You are,” you say while linking your arm with Masons. “You’re his wingman tonight.”

The Hewitt boy nods his head in agreement, “and considering the state of my dating life, I need a wingman, a co-pilot, and a really hot flight attendant.”

“I’m definitely not your hot flight attendant.”

“Okay, yeah,” Mason looked at you. “Lulana is the hot flight attendant, and your choices are limited, but at least here, we can get drunk.”

You and Liam share a sympathetic look. Mason just wanted his friends to have fun, but little did he realise that it was impossible for werewolves to get drunk because of their quick healing abilities.

You walk up the backdoor of the club, which is opened by Hayden. The smile she greets you with quickly fades when she spots Liam. The brunette narrows her eyes at Mason and says, “I said I’d let you in. Not him.”

“You said I could have a plus one,” he points out.

“And you already do,” she deadpans. “I didn’t say plus Liam.”

“I’m his flight attendant.”

Hayden scrunched her face up in confusion, “What?”

“Forget it,” Liam says, shaking his head. “I don’t have to come in.”

Mason quickly pulls him back, “No, you’re coming. Okay.” He sighs, and faces a pissed-off Hayden again. “How about me, Lulana, him plus fifty?”

Hayden grabs the money from his hand and opens the door wider to let you in. “Welcome to Sinema,” she says sarcastically. As you walk by her, you feel her looking up and down, “You look really nice. Shame you're wasting the outfit on them.”

She smiles at you before shooting Liam a glare and slamming the door shut. You, Mason, and Liam walk through a curtain made of chains, and you are instantly drawn into the flashing lights and loud music.

Muscular men wearing only boxers danced up on stage while the other clubbers grinded against each other. Sinema was filled with the charged energy of sexual tension, and everyone except Liam was enjoying themselves. He puffs out his cheeks, “We don’t look old enough to be here.”

“Neither does he,” Mason says, pointing out Brett.

“So is this club mixed?” Liam asks, as Brett switches from his flirtatious dancing with a girl to a guy.

“Ish.”

—

“That’s disgusting!” Mason and Brett laugh at the face you pull after taking a shot of a red liquid. “How does anyone enjoy this?”

“I’m getting us another one!” Mason yells over the music before dancing towards the bar.

You look over at what you should keep, eyes scanning the room. “Let me guess, Dunbar’s not having fun?” Brett asks with a cocky look on his face. “You two are dating, right?”

“Um- no. Well I dunno, kinda. Our first date was kind of spent in the woods looking for something.”

He laughed and scooted closer to you on the couch. “He’s an idiot for not making this your second date. You look hot.”

You shove him in the arm playfully. You wouldn’t have said you looked ‘hot’. The only way you could describe yourself was by looking different. You had applied minimal makeup, curled your hair, and wore an electric blue halter neck dress and heels. It pushed you completely out of your comfort zone, but once you started to have fun inside the club, you stopped caring.

—

When Mason disappeared to makeup with some guy called Lucas, you went looking for Liam again. When you finally noticed him, you saw Hayden throwing money at him before storming off. What the hell. You walked towards him, “What was that about?”

“I just knocked her whole tray of shots over, and now it’s going to come out of her wages,” he says, frustrated. “I just keep screwing things up all the time.”

A sinking feeling settles in your chest at the thought that he cared so much about what the other girl thought. “With Hayden?”

“Yes, and no.” He rubs his hands over his face before looking at you. “She hated me because a few years ago I accidentally punched her in the face and broke her nose. I didn’t want to tell you this in case you thought I was a total jackass for hitting a girl.”

“Is that why you're always so nervous around her?”

He nods, “I was just scared of you finding out in case it made you think of me differently. Like I'm a bad guy.”

“I know who you are, Liam, and you are the furthest thing from being a jackass. You are one of the nicest and most loyal people I’ve ever met.”

You're not sure if it’s the rhythm of the music or the look Liam is giving you, but one of them causes your heart rate to pick up. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and says, “Brett was right. I’m a total idiot for not making this our second date, and I also should have told you before, you really do look beautiful.”

He was the one to start the kiss, and he was the one to break it as well. He steps back and looks around the room frantically.

“Liam?”

“Mason’s in danger!”

—

You run over to Mason, “What's going on? Are you okay?”

Your eyes widen in surprise as he motions for you to turn around. Liam had gotten into the back before as he was a lot faster. Now him, Kira, and Scott were fighting the guy Mason had left with.

“Shit!” You quickly knelt beside Brett when you noticed him sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, and blood seeping from his shirt. You pressed your hand against his wound, “Why aren’t you healing?”

“I don’t know,” he says, panicking. “What is that thing?”

When the creature lunges for Kira, Liam grabs it by the throat and flips it onto his back. When he does, Lucas starts to return to his human form, but he doesn’t shift completely. Kira yells and runs towards Lucas, an orange aura surrounding her, lifting her sword to kill him, but Scott grabs her wrist and stops her.

Kira steps back, looking horrified. She had lost control.

“Is everyone okay?” Scott asks, breaking the silence in the room.

Nobody answers verbally, just nods.

He notices Lucas' fingers start to twitch. “We need to get him out of here. Liam give me a hand.”

When the two boys go to move them, a metal arrow is shot in Lucas's chest, killing him. The three tall men wearing gas masks, standing above you on a platform, had shot him. Scott steps forward and looks up at them, “Why did you do that?”

“His condition was terminal.”

“What does that mean?” The men start to walk away, so Scott asks again, this time raising his voice. “What does that mean?”

“Failure.”

—

“We really don’t have much luck with dates, do we?” You say, quietly, while texting Stiles back.

You’ve decided to wait a couple of days until Lydia is better before catching up with Stiles, before finding out if he found anything else out about Theo.

Not getting a response, you look back around, and nobody is behind you. You are completely alone, walking into your uncle's apartment. “Liam,” you whisper. “Liam?” Suddenly, he was there beside you. “Where did you go?”

“Sorry, I went back to the staircase.”

“Why?” you ask while unlocking the door.

He shrugs, “Guess I was just being paranoid and thought I heard something. I thought you were meant to be staying at Kira’s the rest of the week?”

“I was, but after tonight she needed some time.”

As soon as you shut the door behind you, Liam presses a soft kiss to your lips, then pulls you in for a hug. Although you didn’t have abilities like his, you could tell all he wanted was for someone to comfort him.

You pulled back, and took his hand and led him towards the sitting area. “I know things are rough, but I’m always here for you.”

He watches as you pull the soft blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over your legs to keep the night chill off. You sit in a comfortable silence as Liam runs his thumb in circles over the back of your hand, lost in a world of his own.

You couldn’t stop thinking about what Liam told you in the club before things spiralled out of control. He’d already told you about having intermittent explosive disorder, which he struggled to control, especially when it’s a full moon. You wanted to be there for him, but you didn’t know how.

“What you said, before, about us having bad dates? Do you think they are all going to be like that?”

“Probably.”

“Then maybe we shouldn’t date.”

Oh.

“No, damn it, that came out wrong,” he says, sitting up right. “I’m so bad at this. What I’m trying to say is, why date? Everything around us is so chaotic and dangerous, I don’t want to waste time just going on dates that will most likely end with us searching for someone who wants to kill us. Lu… do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Your lips part slightly as you process what he’s just said, and slowly your lips pull into a smile. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Liam returned your smile and kissed you once more.

[saigonharrington]

a little more / stiles stilinski x reader

omg can't believe it's happening, a new fic after a long time of not posting!!! hope you'll enjoy it as much as i do

pairing - stiles stilinski x fem!reader

summary - based (somehow, because this song got me inspired) on a little more by alessia cara, where y/n wants more attention from her loved one, but he doesn't know about her feelings

tw - anxiety, panic attacks, drinking, implying sex

word count - about 2300 words

author's note - English is not my first language, and I had a long break from writing, I feel like I mixed so many tenses + I did not check it after writing, so I'm sorry for the possible mistakes, I'll reread it as soon as I have time

What could possibly go wrong, when you’re invited to your friend’s - who’s also your neighbor - party? You were a little excited to meet his high school colleagues because they were important to Stiles. He was always saying that they’re a huge part of his life, and it was truly a blessing to meet such amazing people.

It all started great, dare to say, perfect. You were having fun, listening to some music that played from the speakers, and Stiles was singing terribly. When his high school friends came, it didn’t get much worse. At least not at the beginning. After being introduced to them and having interesting conversations, accompanied by shots of vodka, your mind was getting filled with more and more destructive thoughts.

You felt alone, despite spending time with a group of people. The only one person you knew, had many other friends that wanted to talk to him as much as you did. Stiles wasn’t ignoring you, he just tried to give everyone the same amount of attention, but it wasn’t an easy task.

At some point, everyone gathered in the living room, wanting to sit down and eat all the snacks the host had prepared earlier. You sat there too, on a big couch, between Stiles and his friend, Theo.

Well, actually, Stiles said that he still doesn’t trust this man, therefore calling him a “friend” was not accurate, but he felt that he has to invite him. You didn’t say anything then, deciding that you’ll ask him about details later.

His friends immediately started talking about some things from high school, making weird references and jokes that you couldn’t understand, even if you wanted to. You were asking Stiles about a couple of things, but he was responding very casually, that’s why you stopped, not wanting to interrupt. You felt left out, and you were not able to hide it.

Your leg started bouncing nervously, as you faked a smile and sipped the drink slowly. The girl sitting next to Stiles, on his right side, was getting extremely comfortable and touchy with him. She was beautiful, her ginger waves and long eyelashes made you doubt your own looks.

You liked the way your relationship with your neighbor looked. A little friendly, but also flirty, neither of you were bothered by that and decided to go with it. But now, seeing him with that gorgeous woman, you felt insecure.

He mentioned earlier that he had a crush on her in high school, but claimed that it’s over. Then why he seemed to be enjoying talking with her?

It’s hard to admit, but you’re the jealous type. The thoughts in your head were making you more and more anxious, they were so strong that you couldn’t hear anything outside your head. This overthinking made you completely ignore the things that Theo was saying to you. You saw him moving his mouth but didn’t hear any word he said. Everything around was getting blurred, yet you didn’t blackout.

A man’s hand took yours slowly and gently, getting both of you out of the living room, while others have stayed there. You didn't even notice that your eyes were watery until he started wiping them out. “I’m sorry, are you okay?” You recognized Stile’s voice, even though you still weren’t seeing the best “I know that you can feel a little overwhelmed, meeting that many new people at the same time is exhausting.” He added before you got the chance to respond.

“I should be the one saying sorry. I also shouldn’t have come here if I knew that I feel bad around people. And these are your friends, not only was I interrupting but also ruined the whole night.” You started apologizing, feeling embarrassed by the previous actions, though you weren’t able to recall them.

“Did something happen?” He asked, worried about your well-being.

“Well, you know, after hearing how many good memories you guys have, I felt left out and jealous. Because I didn’t have that many friends, and I didn’t know you then. I wish I did, you seem to be perfect, as well as them.” You stopped, pointing at the living room, to make sure Stiles wasn’t taking it personally, cause you weren’t ready to tell him how you feel. “I don’t know, when I’m saying these words I think I sound insane, like a crybaby, I shouldn’t ramble about it to you.”

“Oh no, you definitely should. We’re friends, that’s what friends are for. At any time, under any circumstances. One word and I’ll be here. To be honest these friends of mine, we didn’t lose touch because Scott’s pushing us through to meet sometimes, but I don’t feel as much connected with them as I feel with Scott. And you. We’ve been friends for only a couple of months, but I’m glad I have you. And I hope we won’t grow apart.”

“Damn, what a speech you’ve made. I’m honestly amazed. I don’t think I’m able to beat you. You won.” You admitted, smiling.

“See? And now you’re calmed down, happy and fresh. We can go back to the living room. But only if you want to.”

“Do you mind staying here for a little more? I… wanted to tell you something.” You said though you weren’t sure if you’re ready to confess your feelings

“Of course I can. What’s going on?”

“Eh… actually, it can wait. I don’t want to ruin the mood and keep you away from your guests. We can talk about it later.” You gave up, because risking the relationship with Stiles, the one that he called “friendship” was not worth admitting that you like him way too much. Maybe you’ll tell him someday.

Or not?

“If you don’t mind, I will go to my apartment now. I feel exhausted and not in the mood to party. Could you say goodbye to your friends? And tell them that I’m sorry.” You added, hoping that he’ll understand.

“See you tomorrow?” He asked after agreeing to let you go. You could tell that he wasn’t very happy to hear your decision, but he tried to play it cool.

When you entered your own kitchen, you thought it was over and that you have time to rethink what you’ve said and done. You took wine from one of the shelves, hoping that you won’t have trouble opening it. As you were getting ready to relax in front of the TV, you felt the sudden urge to clean your whole apartment. Though the curfew started a while ago, you couldn’t hold yourself back and stood up suddenly, only to start tidying up the living room in madness.

You felt good because thoughts about Stiles weren’t occupying your head. For once, drinking wine was actually helping you, instead of - as always - making you sad. It also gave you more energy to finish your tasks. Everything seemed to be great, until most of the pots in your kitchen cupboard fell down, making too much noise. Though people from your floor were sleeping, you yelled sorry, hoping that you’ll be forgiven.

At this time, Stiles was saying goodbye to his last guest, Scott, who decided to stay with him for a little longer than the rest, because they wanted to talk about something in private.

“Seems that your cute friend isn’t sleeping.” He said, smirking and making Stiles blush a little. “You might want to check if she’s okay, it sounded like she was demolishing the whole apartment.”

“I’ll definitely do it. You’re going with me or…?” Stiles asked, but Scott was already waving goodbye and going down the stairs. “She might be dying, but he left me. Such a good friend.” The boy was murmuring, looking for the keys that you gave him a while ago, in case of emergency.

Because of the mess you made, you were a little panicked that someone from your block might knock on your door, shouting at you angrily. That’s why you didn’t hear someone’s opening them. While you tried to put the pots back at their place, Stiles sneaked up to you quietly, wanting to take the things from your hands, and help you put them higher.

Too bad he didn’t think about it earlier, cause you spun around, trying to attack him with your bare hands, since you dropped the pot.

“Ouch,” He said when the pan landed on his feet. He grabbed your hands, so you wouldn’t hit him. “ What the hell are you doing, babe?” He asked, trying to calm both of you down.

You ignored the word babe since he was always adding nicknames to the sentences, and started explaining yourself. “What are you doing here? I thought we were gonna meet tomorrow.” He showed you a clock. It was a couple of minutes after midnight. “Still, I wasn’t expecting you at that time.”

“Well, Scott suggested that you might be destroying our building, so I had to come by.”

“Can you let go of my hand? It kind of hurts.” You pointed out that he still was holding it. “Shall we sit on the couch?”

He nodded and added, “Pour me a glass of that wine, if you didn’t drink it yet.”

“So…” You started, then sat next to him.

“You might want to explain to me why this place is such a mess.”

“It shouldn’t be, since the plan was to clean up. But I got a little insane because of the thoughts that were occurring in my mind. So I figured that cleaning up my apartment will clear my mind.”

“Did it work?” He asked, and you denied. “You know, you’re acting kind of strange lately. I didn’t know how to start that kind of conversation, but I’m really worried about you.”

“What am I supposed to say? It’s true, something is happening, but I cannot tell you.”

“Oh, come on.” He encouraged you. “I’m your perfect friend - as you said earlier - you can trust me. I always have your back, baby.” A wide smile appeared on his face.

“Not this time.”

“I live next door, I have nothing to do, so I guess we’ll be sitting here and drinking wine until you say something.”

“I can’t Stiles.”

“You promised something to someone?” You denied it once again. “Then you have nothing left to lose.” He pointed out.

“I have something to lose. Our friendship” It felt so weird that these words easily escaped your mouth.

“Oh.” After these words, you thought that he knew what you’re talking about. “You’re moving out? Marrying my enemy? Oh wait, I don’t have one.”

“No, Stiles.” You interrupted him because at this moment you wanted to confess your feelings. When’s the better moment than this, when you’re both drunk and he may not remember it in the morning.

„Do you know what was the other reason why I started panicking back then at your party?” You started by asking a question, lowkey hoping that he will figure out what you want to say. But he replied „No” so you had to continue.

„I kind of was a little jealous.” By the way, he looked at you, you could say that he was confused. „Ehm, you and Lydia. She was flirting with you.”

„She did?!” He replied a little too excited, showing that he was oblivious.

„I think so.”

„And why does it have to do with your panic attack….. Oh.”

„Don’t say anything, I’m already embarrassed.” You hid your face behind the blanket, wishing you could disappear.

„Oh. Oh. Can you show your face? I can’t talk seriously when you look like that.”

„No?” You replied, amazed that you were able to say anything.

„Look at me, Y/N.” He took the blanket from you, looking rather happy. „I’m smiling, why do you think I’m doing that?”

„You want to make fun of me? Don’t keep me hanging on, Stiles.”

„Do you like me?”

„What do you mean? We’re friends. Of course, I like you.”

„Do you want to be friends?” The boy kept asking questions, while you sat there in the corner, afraid of everything.

„Maybe. Maybe not. I might like you a little more than you think. Now give me my blanket back, I don’t want to see you when you’re laughing.”

He didn’t listen to you, slowly getting closer and closer to your face.

„What would you say, if I told you I like you too? And much more than a little.”

Hearing these words made your stomach flip over and over, was it really that simple? He liked you back? After all this time, when you were trying to forget about these feelings, it turned out that it was not worth it? That you should confess earlier? Wild.

“Oh? Is that a correct answer?” You mocked him, trying to act cool while his face was millimeters from yours.

“Very funny.” He replied, finally kissing you gently and slowly.

To say that you died inside from happiness was an understatement because you couldn’t believe that he was head over heels with you. What an amazing feeling it was.

“And now what? Do you go back to your place, are we going to sleep or something else? I can’t remember what people usually do after that thing.”

“First, you’re not getting any more wine.” He took the glass out of your hand. “I mean, we could go to sleep…” That pause was supposed to imply something more romantic than sleeping, so you had to calm this boy down. “Oh, come on. We’ve waited for each other for way too long. Can we at least cuddle?” He asked with puppy eyes.

“Let’s cuddle.” You replied shortly, sharing your blanket with Stiles and laying in his arms, while some shitty movie played on the tv screen.

You could get used to this.

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Private and Public

Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader Word count: 1.4k Summary: People don’t usually realize that you’re in a relationship since you weren’t one for PDA with your boyfriend. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to display affection, it was more the Public part that made you nervous. But one night at a party that might change. Warning: None Requested by Anon: malia x reader or stiles x reader. The reader is like a ('baby gay' for malia) (first relationship for stiles) and is shy/a bit nervous about doing things simple things like hugging or holding hands and they find it cute but also comfort the reader say stuff like its okay, we can take it slow, and kinda just doing things like hugging more often to get them use to it. idk sorry feel free to to change it up and do what you want. Anyway have a good day~ 🦊,🐺or🙃. A/N: so I realize I haven’t uploaded anything at all in over a week, but life’s a bitch so I’m not gonna make empty promises of me starting to upload regularly again. I guess thing’s will be uploaded when they’ll be uploaded. I’m really sorry for all those who look forward to scheduele stuff, but I hope you understand. Lot’s of love, Brina

The red plastic cup in your hand was still filled up to the brim, the only change was the temperature that it had taken on during the hour that you had nursed it without even attempting to take a sip of the gross beer inside. Honestly, you weren‘t all too sure why exactly you had agreed to tag along to the party, neither were you sure why you were even asked to. When Scott had heard of the party a bunch of juniors and seniors had planned to have on a clearing in the woods, he knew it was a recipe for disaster. The pack had tried its best to stop the party from happening altogether, but to no avail, so instead they decided that they‘d come along to keep an eye out for potential danger. Every single pack-member in the appropriate age-group - aka still in school - had shown up, even Brett and Theo had joined in, which meant that any potential danger would have to be careful. Still, you couldn‘t quite understand why you‘d been asked to come along since you were quote-on-quote ‘just a human‘ and were usually kept away from any immediate danger the second it seemed to be in your vicinity. Not today though, today you were basically dragged with them to attend the party no matter if you wanted to be there or not and Lydia had forced you to dress in something other than the nice PJ’s that you had been chilling in earlier that day. “Hey, it’s Y/N, right?” a boy asked as he joined your side. You inspected him for a few seconds until the cogs in your head finally clicked and you realized that he was in your english lit. class. “Mhm, you’re-” you bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you tried your best to recall what his name was, “James?” “Close, it’s Jim,” the boy chuckled and smiled at you. You recognized that smile and even though you had to admit that you were a bit naive, you knew that the boy wasn’t talking to you just for the sake of getting to know you as a friend. Not quite sure what you could do about it, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt. “This party is pretty boring, what?” “Well, it’s a party in the woods in the middle of the week so I doubt there was much possibility for this to be the party of the century,” you shrugged and looked around at all the drunk people who’d definitely regret drinking so much the next morning. “You know,” Jim started and you had a bad feeling you knew where this was going, “We could get out of here, My parents aren’t home, sooo-” he scratched the back of his head and you just couldn’t help but sigh. “Listen Jim, you’re really nice, really, but I’m in a relationship.” “Oh, Ohh, okay, sorry I didn’t mean to...uhm… I just- I never saw you with anyone, I thought you were- I- Uhm- I’ll leave,” he rambled before taking a big sip of the beer he was holding and walking away with his ears tinted red-ish. You gave another sigh and shook your head slightly as you thought his words over. It was true, now that you thought about it, he had no real way of knowing that you weren’t single anymore and even though usually you didn’t mind that thought, suddenly it was somewhat bothering you. You and Stiles had been dating each other for just about a month now, but besides the other pack members and your families no one really knew about it since you weren’t really into PDA. Well, it wasn’t quite that, if you were honest. It was just that this was your first relationship and you were incredibly nervous at everything it included. It wasn’t that you felt uncomfortable with Stiles, it was the exact opposite actually, being with him was the time you felt most at ease, but you were just very anxious that you’d accidentally screw up. Of course, you also feared that your nervousness would annoy him and he’d decide that you were not worth it, but that fear was absolutely rootless since he was the most supportive boyfriend you could imagine. Oftentimes you could see the longing in his eyes when he was looking at you sitting besides him at Lunch and you knew that he just wanted to put his arm around you and give you a kiss, but held himself back for you sake. He also kept on telling you that it was okay and that you didn’t need to do something uncomfortable just to please him, that he was happy with all the cuddles and kisses he got in private and that he was more than ready to take it slow. What he did to help you otherwise was that he tried to get you used to a little bit of physical contact: hand holding in the car, small hugs throughout the day, cute little texts in class and the such. Suddenly, as you were thinking about it, you felt the strong urge to find Stiles and hug him no matter how many people were around and if you didn’t still have the completely full cup in your hand you’d think you could’ve been a little bit tipsy. You looked through the crowd searching for any sign of your boyfriend and the first thing that caught you eyes was the blond locks of a certain scarf-wearing-werewolf glimpsing through a group of junior girls that were giggling about something. With a rush of determination surging through you, you made your way through the masses of teenagers - somehow managing to hand your cup to someone on the way - and ended up only a few feet away from Isaac without having been accidentally punched or stumbling. It was like a scene in a movie when you came closer and recognized a few other pack members standing around Issac and they acted like a curtain that opened up as you got closer and revealed the most incredible boy in the world. If you’d been an outstander and had seen you stop in your tracks with a goofy, love-sick smile on your lips and your eyes almost watering up, you would’ve thought that you were watching a cheap romance movie, but you weren’t an outsider- no, you were you and you were looking at your boyfriend feeling full of love and admiration. Starting to walk again, you were sure to earn a few confused glances as you slid through between Isaac and Allison and more or less launched yourself at Stiles, your arms quickly interlocking around his waist and you face pressed into his chest. Stiles was obviously surprised at the sudden attack as he stumbled a few steps backwards before stabilizing and reciprocating the hug. You were very happy that your pack was so accommodating as they just shared some confused glances before continuing the conversation like nothing happened. “Are you okay?” Stiles leaned down and whispered in your ear, obviously worried by the sudden need for affection. “Mhm,” you nodded and basket in his hug for a few seconds more before looking up at him and smiling, “I just love you a lot and I missed you.” “I drove you here, we saw each other half an hour ago,” Stiles chuckled, but his cheeky smile showed that he was endeared by your sudden clinginess. “That was too long,” you just sighed and wished he would lean down to kiss you, but then your state of adrenalin and bluntness left you and your nervousness returned. Slowly you retracted your arms and went to stand beside him when you saw that the other pack members were looking at you with smiles on their lips. Blood rushed towards your face and your ears and you suddenly felt more embarrassed than you ever thought you would, even though you didn’t regret it. “You want me to bring you home? It’s getting pretty late,” Stiles asked silently but you could read between the lines and thankfully nodded, knowing that you’d probably ask him to come with you inside when you came to your house and cuddle. Because after all, Stiles was the best boyfriend you could ever imagine and if you couldn’t hug him all that much in public, then you’d hug the living health out of him in private.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Any fics where scott is an asshole byt gets redemed? Stiles-centric with Sterek or pack/friendship feels?

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jinkeke said: Hi! do you know any fics with bad friend Scott but he redeems/begins to redeem himself later on? Any pairing but prefer one with Stiles involved. :) thanks for all your hard work!

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Anonymous said: Bad friend scott fics? Stiles centric

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Anonymous said: Do you have any fic with bad friend scott, but he gets better?

Here’s some.

The Attack by rieraclaelin

(1/1 I 2,239 I Mature I Sterek)

A low growl sounded from behind Derek, but before he could even brace himself, something sharp swiped across Derek’s back. Derek stumbled as he bit back a cry. Next thing he knew, he was falling towards a tree and Stiles was crying out in pain. Then everything went black.

After Effects by xSilentSecretsx

(5/12 I 8,426 I Teen I Stackson)

Jackson didn’t know who he was looking at anymore. This boy in front of him wasn’t Stiles Stilinski. This wasn’t the boy who had been his best friend from kindergarten until the fourth grade. This was a boy who’d finally reached his breaking point. This was a boy that Jackson didn’t know and he was sick of it. or After the whole Kanima fiasco and the Sheriff's unexpected death, the Whittemore's take Stiles in and Jackson tries to help him the best he can, but he can't do it alone.

or How it takes constant chaos for them to be a proper pack.

There is no right name yet by Anarik

(1/1 I 14,192 I Teen I Sterek)

The pack is too busy with their own business to notice, but Stiles and Derek are getting too close without even noticing and it kind of freaks them out when they find out.

Or.

When you start talking with someone whose level of sarcasm is the same as yours and you don't know if you're fighting or flirting.

I know (I'm worthless) by Mittymitty

(11/11 I 31,671 I Mature I Sterek)

Years of abuse has destroyed Stiles' self esteem. It began to change once Derek came around, slowly but surely. It changes back to sour once the pack pushes him out.

As he tries to overcome his abuse, while being ignored by the pack and pursued by the town's latest supernatural creatures, controlling his fire gets harder because Stiles Stilinski never does anything half way. He couldn't be a spark with a traumatic life, he had to go and be an uncontrollable flame.

Paused.

A Light in the Darkness by grimmfairy

(15/? I 36,891 I Not Rated I Stackson)

A month after Scott turns away from Stiles, a month of loneliness and being ignored and guilt and dark feelings, Stiles starts getting texts from Jackson. Jackson is coming back, and he wants to join the Pack. Then he finds out about Scott's actions and goes to Stiles to comfort him and help him get back to a stable place emotionally. When Derek returns, he sparks a connection that has long lain dormant. Jackson wants his life with Stiles and Derek. If he happens to kick Scott's ass and Theo's ass, well, that's just life, isn't it? Excerpt: To Stilinski: Scott wants to talk to you because he thinks everything will just magically be ok. I told him to go fuck himself.

To Stilinski: He's coming to you after the meeting.

To Jackson: Come over?

To Stilinski: On my way.

[justauthoring]

assurance.

Request: Hi! Just wanted to start by saying how much i love your writing! May I request a Stiles x reader where the reader gets taken by one of the enemies (you decide) to get to the pack and stiles (her boyfriend)? and they find her but she’s like barely holding on and she’s in hospital with stiles at her bedside and he’s really worried? but she wakes up and it’s all fluffy and soft with them being all in love? thank you!🥰

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 1,091 Please don’t plagiarize my work!

There’s a dull ache. It surrounds your entire body.

You hear voices and they’re distant. You can’t recognize any of them. They’re mumbled together, a blur of slurred words that make the pounding in your head hurt more. 

You try to move your lips, but find you can’t. It almost feels as if they’re stuck together, dried so painfully that the burn fades even to the back of your neck. When you try to move your arms or even your legs, the slightest movement burns but you can’t make sense of why. There doesn’t seem to be an exact pinpoint of where the pain is coming from.

It just hurts all over.

“We’ll keep her here--”

The words fade out. Cut sharply. All you can see is blurred figures, forcing your eyelids to peel open, trying to make sense of where you are. You’re laid back, and you feel oddly bare. Goosebumps prickle across the bare skin of your arm, your toes manage to curl into themselves as a shiver runs through your body. But the reaction is small, nothing more then a twitch, and whoever’s around you doesn’t seem to notice.

However, it awakens some kind of reaction in your body. You manage to find the strength in you, and the feeling for that matter, to move your fingers. Twitching them slightly, curling them shut until your hand is shaped into that of a fist, and you shuffle. Your body moves and though it hurts, hurts like hell, it finally feels like you’re gaining some kind of control over your own body.

“She just needs rest. Time to heal.”

The voice is one you don’t recognize. It sounds more clear now. It doesn’t cut out or blur together in a mixture of other voices. It’s concise, clear and that halts the racing of your heart even if only a little.

“We’ll monitor her closely.”

You’re a hospital you realize. You don’t even really need to look around to know that. You try to remember why, or how you’d ended up here-- why everything hurt. Because everything did hurt. A lot.

Theo.

That’s right.

You move your arm, actually managing to, and it moves, almost instinctively, to your stomach. You realize then that that’s the source of the pain. 

You remember then how he’d dug his nails into your stomach, and ripped your skin to shreds. You remember now the pain you had felt, which you still did. You remember the fear. You remember thinking you were going to die. And, obviously, you hadn’t.

But who’d saved you?

“But she’ll live?”

Your lips curl, weak and small, but still. Because that’s Stiles.

Stiles must’ve found you.

“She’ll live.”

A breath of relief echoes and at the realization that Stiles there, so close after being so far away from so long, you damn the pain that radiates your body and force yourself to sit up. Your eyes pull open and you blink repeatedly, forcing your sight to clear until you can see a man, obviously the doctor, and Stiles and Scott stood in next to him.

A yelp of pain leaves your lips and it catches everyone’s attention.

Almost instantly Stiles rushing to your side, everyone and everything else seizing to matter at the sight of you, awake. 

“Y/N,” he calls, reaching your side in seconds. His hands fall on your arm, gently grasping you without touching any of the many injuries among your body. “You shouldn’t be moving, You’re still too hurt.” But yet, as he says this, he continues to help you sit up, propped up against the pillows behind you.

“I’ll leave you two alone with her,” you hear the doctor call to Scott, moving towards the door. “Make sure she doesn’t pull on her stitches.”

“Is that okay? Does that feel okay?”

Eyes blinking, your gaze slides to Stiles next to you, meeting his warm brow hues with lost, confused ones of your own. “It’s okay,” you whisper, moving your hand to pull back the sheets despite the cold that nips at your skin. You pull the dressing gown up enough that you can see the bandage wrapped around your torso, knowing what lies beneath.

Letting your clothes fall, you turn to both Scott and Stiles. “What happened? How did you find me?”

“Theo slipped,” Scott frowns, shaking his head. “But it wasn’t me who found you, it was Stiles.”

You turn to Stiles, lips parting. And for a moment you find yourself absorb, so much so that you don’t even notice Scott respectively slip out of the room, now assured that you were okay and for the privacy of you and his best friend. 

“I was sure I’d lost you,” Stiles whispers, hand moving to slip into your hand, squeezing it. “You were...”

“I don’t remember much of anything,” you whisper, shaking your head, trying to recall everything. Anything. “I remember him taking me. I remember him saying he had to do this, that I was bait for you and Scott.” Eyes falling on Stiles’ own, you frown again, swallowing thickly. “Then it just fades to black. I just remember everything hurting. So much.”

Stiles never lets go of your hand, and with his free one, he brushes back your hair, tucking it behind your ear with a certain care and gentleness to it you’ve never quite seen on Stiles.  He was usually goofy and his lovable self around you, but now he was attending and caring; and he looked at you with this look in his eyes that he was afraid you’d disappear with a single blink of the eye.

And you have no idea what to say to comfort him.

“Is Theo...?”

“He’s still... somewhere,” Stiles frowns, his words sharp. “Our first priority was saving you.”

You nod, slowly, eyes falling to your lap.

“Hey,” Stiles calls, voice a whisper. He grasps your chin gently, pulling your eyes back on his own as he never wavers his own gaze from your own. It’s that same relieved, fearful expression he’s worn this entire time; but, there’s a softness to it, mixed with determination. His voice is firm and sure and he never hesitates, not even for a second. “I’ll never let him hurt you again, okay? I promise you.”

You don’t know what to say.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do,” without hesitation, voice sure.

“Then, trust me,” Stiles smiles softly, “you’re safe. I promise.”

Squeezing his hand back, you lean into touch, nodding. “I know I am,” you whisper, “because I have you.”

-

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[ficdump101]

5 WAYS TO SAY ‘I LOVE YOU’

STILES STILINKSI

WORDS: 2212

A/N: This is a long one - I have no clue how I did it don’t ask.

1. “TAKE MY JACKET, IT’S COLD.”

You and Stiles were currently on your way home from Scott’s house. The most recent pack meeting was necessary, but not for you; the deal was that the pack would protect you and keep you out of trouble in return for your knowledge on the supernatural. At first, that was what it was… a deal. As time went on, you become close to all members of the pack, seeing Liam, Isaac and Scott as your brothers and Lydia and Malia as your sisters; but there was one person who you couldn’t categorise like the others. Stiles. You liked him more than you thought you would, his spazy nature and willingness to do anything for the pack seemed to allow him to burrow his way into your heart.

“So,” Stiles began, dragging out the ‘oh’ sound. ”You’re still coming tomorrow, right?” His hands stuffed into his jeans pockets as he brought up the upcoming party you were all invited to. You smiled lightly as you met his eyes, nodding your head.

“Of course I am, wouldn’t miss it for the world.” The conversation dropped there, as you both wondered down the path towards your houses. As the comfortable silence started, the wind began to pick up, making you wrap your arms around yourself. You began mentally cursing yourself for not taking your dad’s advice on taking a jacket. Shivers ran up your spine as you subtly walked a little closer to Stiles to try and gain the warmth radiating off him. Within seconds, your felt a warm jacket being wrapped around your shoulder, “Here. Take my jacket, it’s cold.” He stopped you in your tracks, making sure your arms were pulled through the sleeves before zipping the jacket closed and giving you a toothy grin.

 2. “IT REMINDED ME OF YOU.”

Finally. You had 2 weeks off from school and you couldn’t be happier, if you had to look at another chemistry textbook or algebra equation, you were going to flip. It was quickly approaching the second week of your break, and you were happy to see Stiles again. Sheriff Stilinski pulled Stiles on some retreat after everything that has happened for some well deserved, quality family time. Now he was back, Scott arranged a pack meeting turned sleepover so Stiles could be caught up on what has happened whilst he’s been gone and to generally spend time with each other as a pack. Something that hasn’t happened in a long time. All of you were piled in the living room, spread across chairs, sofas and the floor deciding what film to start with. You, however, was in the kitchen sorting the popcorn, nachos and curly fries out.

“Hey.” A voice brought you out of your thoughts as you began plating the foods. Peering over you left shoulder, you met eyes with Stiles who held himself awkwardly. More awkwardly than usual. You turned to face him,

“Hey, you good?” You asked placing your hands behind you on the counter, eyeing him carefully. He nodded,

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m absolutely fine- perfect even.” He rushed out his response and shuffled closer to you. You had only just noticed he had his hand behind his back as a small pink tint began to rise from to neck to his ears and cheeks.

“What’ve you got there Stilinski?” You quietly laughed, finding his behaviour odd but enduring. Without looking up at you, he moved his hand from behind him to infront of you; he held a black bracelet that held 4 charms. A sun, a moon, a star and a book. You stood there speechless for a second, eyes flicking from his hand to his face. Suddenly, and without much thought, you launched yourself at him. Arms wrapped around his neck as you rested your chin on his shoulder, holding him tight in a warm hug; even he took a second before his arms wrapped around your waist holding just as tight.

“You didn’t have to get me anything Stilinski. It’s beautiful, thank you so much.” You mumbled quietly, questioning why you were getting so emotional over his gift. You pulled back so you could put on the bracelet.

“I’m glad you like it. Um.. I saw it in the shop and it reminded me of you. The sun because you seem to be able to light up any room you enter. The moon because you run with the pack, and act as the light in the moments of darkness we have. The star because you shine in everything you do, brighter than any star that graces the sky; and the book because that’s what you hoard. That’s why you’re smart. That’s what makes you so different from everyone else and that’s what draws me to you.”

 3. “WATCH YOUR STEP.”

You were angry. Furious even. You never understood why Theo Raeken could get under your skin but he could. You knew what he was. You knew what he could do. You knew why he was here, and you couldn’t utter a single word to your friends. He had promised you of what would happen if you did, and to be quite frank, the dread doctors scared you enough as it is. You just hoped and prayed that Scott and Stiles would be able to understand the hints you throw their way or piece together the passing comments; but so far, they were oblivious.You had had a run in with Theo as you made your way from history to the cafeteria, and (as always) he got to you. Claiming he knew who you were, what your family were and all the feelings you harboured for a certain sarcastic boy. You had stormed away before you could unleash the savage devil that was bubbling beneath the surface: with your eyebrows threaded together, your form rigid and your mouth set in a pouty frown, you carried on your original route to the cafeteria. Reaching the stairs in record time from storming around, you trudged your way down them, grumbling to yourself about why you couldn’t live a normal life, about Theo’s dick moves and about being as transparent as a window. Due to your mumbling and angry state, you missed the final step and fell forward. Your breath hitched as your heart fell to your feet, you arms outstretched ready to catch yourself and prevent yourself from smashing your face on the floor. You closed your eyes and waited fro the impact only for it to never come, arms scooped you mid air, pushing you back on your tense legs and holding you upright. Your grip on the person’s chest didn’t seize, even as you opened one eye to look at your saviour. Your gaze trailed from a grey t-shirt, up to a familiar mole speckled face. Stiles. You took a deep breath before swallowing, not quite sure what to say after embarrassing yourself infront of the one person you wish you didn’t.

“Watch your step. Don’t want you breaking a bone.” He kept eye contact with you, pulling away slightly but keeping his hands on your arms. You nodded dumbly, whispering a thank you before Scott whisked you both towards the cafeteria. Muttering something along the lines of ‘there’s something about Theo that doesn’t add up’.  

 4. “I’LL WAIT.”

You couldn’t remember what had happened specifically that lead to you being in a hospital bed with Melissa checking on you regularly. You would pass in and out of conciousness, as tiredness seemed to grip you harshly and never leave. You had woke up by someone holding your hand gently, squeezing as if to let you know they were there. You couldn’t open your eyes so you strained your ears to hear the conversation around you.

“-need to look after yourself. You’ve barely slept, hell you’ve barely eaten. It’s been nearly a week and it’s not healthy.” You think that it was Scott’s voice come from the right of you. Who was he talking to?

“Scott, you don’t understand. You’d be doing the exact same thing if it was Kira and if it was Allison it would be even worse. She’s my first real love, I’m not leaving her. Not now, not ever.” Stiles distinct voice spoke quickly and quietly; you could tell he was exhausted from the rasp lacing his words. You felt almost useless. You couldn’t moved your hand or open your eyes to let him know you were okay, that he could go home just for tonight and that you’d be in the exact same place tomorrow. You wanted to tell him that you loved him too. You wanted to help him so badly. You didn’t hear Scott’s response due to your inner turmoil.

“Thanks Scott.” Stiles voice broke out quietly as a door shut and you were left to silence again. “(Y/N), I want you to know that I’m not going anywhere. Even if it takes you months to recover. I’ll wait. I’ll always wait for you.” You knew you had to get out of this stupid state so you could kiss his stupid face.

 5. “CAN I KISS YOU?”

You sat side by side with Stiles on his bed, staring at the folder that held photos, articles and red sticky notes. Nothing was piecing together and it was stressing the both of you out. You had been at his house for a total of 3 hours so far, deciding that there was nothing for you to do but help Stiles somehow get a grasp on what was happening after he had showed up at your house at 9:30pm. You sat in your pyjamas, legs crossed under his checked bedding with your arm resting on your legs and your hand support your tilted head.

“There must be something missing. It’s the only expatiation.” Stiles ran his finger through his hair, huffing for the hundredth time in the space of 10 minutes. That was it. You grabbed the folder, slamming it shut and launching it towards his desk.

“Right, it’s nap time.” You stated, lifting the quilt on the left hand side of you, using your legs to push Stiles to get up from his position and join you. As you laid with your back facing the wall, he stared at you before questioning what was happening.

“Stiles get in bed right now, I’ll set an alarm to go off in 2 or 3 hours okay? You need a break and I know you haven’t been sleeping well. So come on, get in.” You spoke with a sense of authority that you had no idea you possessed, you pulled on his hand as he slowly climbed into bed beside you. You dived up, turning the light off before climbing back into bed, laying closer to Stiles with your eyes closed. His breathing and your rapid heart beat was all you could hear. You felt his hand carefully brush a strand of hair behind your ear, making you look up at him. You both laid there looking at each other, trying to memorise every detail of each other’s faces, it was a hard times, neither one of you knew if you’d make it to the end of the month, or even till next week but all the fear and anxiety seemed to melt away. You were safe here, under the grey checked quilt. It was quite. Peaceful.

“(Y/N),” Stiles swallowed hesitantly, moving his face closer to yours slowly. His eyes searched yours for any signs of discomfort, with his breath caressing your lips and cheeks. They flickered down to your lips. “Can I kiss you?” he mumbled quietly. You didn’t respond, you only leaned forward slightly, pressing your lips to his. It was slow and you both slanted your head to deepen the kiss, breathing through your noses as your hand reach up to clutch at the hair on the nape of his neck. His slid from where it was resting on your neck to your back, pulling you as close as possible. You were chest to chest, lips to lips with the boy who you’d fallen in love with and you couldn’t think of better place to be. Once you both pulled away, you smiled softly as he pecked you lips again and moved his arm around your shoulder. Your head rest on his chest with your arm slung across his body. You were safe. As long as you were with him, you were safe.

[ofpackandpride]

Bad Behavior

Requested by: @aflamboyanceofgays

Pairing: Scott McCall x Male Reader x Derek Hale

Notes: Canon divergent post season 6b content

Warnings: Smut, Handcuffs, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm.

To put things simply, you were being a brat. You were pushing buttons and testing limits, Scott and Derek were getting sick of it real quick too.

Scott was busy with school and training the newer members of the pack, so whenever you would try to do anything it would just get a smile and a “Sorry, Y/N, I’m busy right now.” or a “Sorry, Y/N, but i’m too tired.” If Scott was on the couch working on something on his laptop, you would lean against him or rest your head on his lap.

 At first Scott thought this was cute, he would adjust his laptop so you could comfortably nap, his opinion quickly changed when you would mouth at him through his pants. “Y/N, Stop it.” Scott said sternly, you give a little whine and stop mouthing at him, only to start again a few minutes later. “Y/N!” You pause when he yells your name. You huff and stop, waiting for Scott to get absorbed in his work before you start again. Hearing a growl, you see red eyes staring back down at you. “I need to finish this, it’s important.” 

You get up with a huff and an irritated ‘whatever’. Going upstairs to the room you shared with Derek and Scott, you make it a show to stomp going up the stairs and slam the door loudly.

———————

You smirk to yourself as you look at the video you just took of you stroking yourself off while in one of Derek shirts, knowing that as you send the video to Derek that he was with Peter settling things down so the preserve would be Hale property once again.

Not even a minute later you get a call from Derek.

“Y/N, What the fuck was that?” Derek growls at you through the speaker “What? I thought you’d like it.” You say innocently, as if you left a box of chocolates and didn’t just send him a video of you jerking off in his shirt.

You hear Derek sigh through the phone, placing that smirk back on your face “Don’t do it again.” Derek tells you threateningly before hanging up.

You wait for a few minutes before you send a picture of you with your face buried in his pillow and a hand on your cock with the caption ‘Smells like you’

Your phone rings a minute later with the caller idea “Der❤️” and you answer with a grin “What’s up?”

Derek doesn’t waste any time. “Cut it out, or else”

“Or else what?” You sass back, smiling at the growl through the phone.

“You’ll regret not listening the first time.” Derek threatens before hanging up.

You assume he either turned his phone off or silenced it since he didn’t reply to your next picture after that.

——–

If you were right, this was going to be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

It was a pack meeting issued by Scott to be in the loft. You made sure to arrive as close to the time before it started as possible, Theo in tow behind you as you tugged him by his hand. Theo happily being an accomplice in your petty schemes.

“Sorry I’m cutting it so close, I wanted to see the Dread Doctors layer so he was showing me around.” You explain to the pack, letting go of Theo’s hand and gesturing to him. “We sorted through some of the stuff they had there and I think we narrowed down what I am. Either way, what’s up with the meeting?”

Scott sighs and rubs his temple when you finish, Derek glaring at you from his position by the window. Liam looks between the three of you, sensing the irritation from his Alpha and Senior. “Argent is taking all of the new hunters here that want to help protect people.” Scott explains, writing on a crime board Stiles bought as a type of planner for use during pack meets

“Like Nolan” Liam jumps in on behalf of his lacrosse co-captain. Eyes following you as you saunter towards Peter, who is lazily sat on the couch.

“Yeah, and the other students who want to help now that they know about the supernatural.” Scott continues, glancing over to you when you lay down on the couch with your head in Peter’s lap, internalizing his growl as Peter’s hand brushes through your hair. “Argent is planning on giving them proper training and having them adhere to the code. We talked it over and decided that while Argent will ultimately have the say with what goes on, Nolan will be the leader of the Hunters here in Beacon Hills” 

“So Nolan is like his apprentice?” Liam asks, him and Hayden scooting over so Theo can sit next to them.

“Yes, Argent also has worked to make it officially known in the world of the supernatural that Beacon Hills is under the protection of Hunters and McCall Pack, taking in supernaturals and offering protection.” Scott explains, making an effort to not look at you.

You sigh and nuzzle into Peter’s leg, feeling Derek burning holes in your head with his glare. “As nice as all of this sounds, we need more than just saying that we’re here.” You say, finally forcing Scott to look at you. 

You continue on now that you have everyone’s attention “I think that we should split up our work while nothings going on. We can have the more studious of us do research and work on creating counter measures to types of supernaturals or counters to poisons that hunters use in case someone does get injured we can treat them.” Pausing to change positions as Peter rubs his thumb on your neck, massaging tight muscles. “Then on the contrary, we are going to need to have some of us available to train those we bring in who need it. I’d say that would be best left to Derek, Parrish, Argent, and the Yukimura’s now that Kira’s finished her training.”

Lydia hums from her spot next to Stiles. “You put a lot of thought into this.” she comments. “What about you, What are you going to do?” 

You smile and roll over to your back, closing your eyes and giving a pleasured sigh when Peter idly massages your temples. “I was thinking that Me, Theo, and Peter could fix up the operating theater and set it up as a sort of base, setting it up so if any of us would need urgent medical attention we can go there instead of the hospital. Then Me, Theo, Corey, and Hayden can work on setting it up since we are all familiar with down there, this way we have something better than the clinic to go to. No offense”

Scott waves a dismissive hand, showing he wasn’t bothered by what you said. “That actually sounds really good, we can get started on that soon. Now for the next part of the meeting” Scott continues as you drift off to Peter petting you.

————

The first thing you notice when you wake up is that you aren’t on the couch or on Peter anymore, but rather in your and Derek’s bed. The second is that Derek and Scott are making out next to you.

You go to roll over and stop at the sudden resistance on your wrists and clank of metal, looking up you notice that you are handcuffed to the headboard and a quick glance down to reveal you are only in your boxers. You give an experimental tug and frown when they don’t break, looking over at your boyfriends when you fail to break the cuffs.

You see Derek open an eye and glance at you before closing it again and continuing to make out with Scott.

You let out a little whimper at the way they moan into each others kiss, realizing that no matter how much you keep trying to break the cuffs, nothing happens. “Guys? Can you let me out?” You watch as Scott leans back, sitting up from Derek and taking his shirt off and diving straight back against Derek’s lips.

“C’mon guys, please? This isn’t cool!” You whine, growing hard at the show they are putting on but not being able to do anything about it. “Scott?…Derek?” You ask, whimpering when Derek starts tugging off Scott’s pants all while ignoring you.

Scott pulls back from Derek, kicking his pants off and moaning when Derek grabs his erect length and begins stroking it slowly. “Yeah. Does that feel good, Scott?”  You let out a frustrated cry, increasing your efforts against the handcuffs. Derek looks over at you as Scott tilts his head up, eyes closed as Derek pleasures him. 

“So fucking good” Comes Scott’s breathless reply as he lazily fucks into Derek’s hand, causing you to whine and hump the air in needy desperation.

“Please guys! Fuck, please let me out, need you both so bad right now.” You moan out, hoping to entice them into letting you free. 

You let out a frustrated sob when they continue to ignore you, tears begin pooling in your eyes as you thrash around in your restraints, hoping to appeal to one of them to let you free.

Continuing your begging, you try a multitude of different approaches. All yielding the same result of being ignored, all until you go lax in your restraints. Quietly sniffling as tears slowly roll down your cheek.

“Are you ready to be good?” You snap to Derek’s gaze as he asks the question, nodding rapidly as smooths back your hair. “Do you know why we did this?” You give an ashamed nod at that, looking to the side to avoid the disappointed looks you are receiving.

Scott sighs and moves so he’s sitting on your lap practically, gently tilting your head with a hand under your chin. “Y/N, look at me.” You whine and keep staring to the side, now wanting to face your Alpha. “Y/N. Now.” Comes Scott’s stern command, pulling your focus to his ruby red eyes. “Tell me, do you know why you are going to be punished?”

“Why am I even going to be punished! I didn’t do anything!” You lie, knowing you fucked up when Scott gives you his ‘Are you sure you want to do this?’ look. Turning out of Scott’s hand.  You face Derek and try to appeal to him “Seriously! I didn’t-”

You are cut off by an irritated and growly Derek. “You can either own up to your behavior and accept your punishment now and have the chance to cum by the end of the night, or, you can keep pretending you didn’t do anything and get the cage put on for two weeks.” 

Scott and Derek were good about the punishment fitting the crime and rewarding good behavior. You have only been bad enough to be put in the cage for three days, and that was when you took Derek’s Camaro without permission and ended up scratching it. 

“What!? That’s not fair! I didn’t even do anything!” You argue, struggling under Scott desperate to escape punishment.

Derek sighs and gets up from the bed as you writhe under Scott, heading to the closet and turning to you with the cage in hand as you struggle even harder at the sight of it. “I’m sorry that I was being a brat! I’m sorry that I teased you and sent Derek those texts! I’m sorry that I used Peter and Theo to make you jealous, just please don’t let Derek put me in the cage!” You beg in desperate panic. Tears running down your face as you go limp under Scott, all fight leaving you as you beg pitifully. 

“Well you owned up to it, but not when we asked so you’ll still need to be punished.” Derek says, smiling with the cage still in hand before putting it back, calming you down slightly. “Since he was so desperate for an orgasm, how about one for each thing he’s done? What do you say Scott?”

Smiling at the suggestion, Scott hums before replying. “Let’s see, one for each time I told him to stop teasing me yesterday. So that’s three.” Scott lists off, stroking you as he speaks. Smirking at the moans as he toys with you, reveling in your gasps and whimpers.

“One for each text text he sent me, so there’s three more.” Derek adds in.

“Then I think one for Theo and Peter. Are we missing any?” Scott asks as you shake your head frantically, Derek making a contemplative noise.

“No, I think that’s it.” Derek confirms as he shucks off his pants. Making his way to the bed and rummaging in the nightstand next to you and pulling out a blindfold and securing it on you before getting lube from the nightstand, squirting some from the bottle onto his fingers and climbing onto the bed next to you. “You were being such a bad boy, is this what you wanted?”

You were about to reply, ending up biting your lip and bucking your hips in an attempt to chase and flee from the pleasure that Scott’s hand was giving you as it circled your tip.

Scott started sucking hickeys onto your neck, loving the way he could feel you whimper and whine as he worked bruises on your throat. Growling when you moan loudly from Derek’s lubed finger easing into your hole. “Working us up knowing we couldn’t do anything about it, how does it feel not being able to do anything?” Scott asks, sliding a hand into your hair and tugging at the strands, exposing your neck so he can mark more of you.

You whine at the question, efforts against the handcuffs reignited as you oh so desperately wish to touch either of them as Derek slides in a second finger, crying out when the cuffs don’t budge at your renewed tugging while Scott slides down to work at your nipples. “Fuck, more.” You demand, whining when Derek pauses his movements. 

“More?” Derek asks, watching as you nod quickly and try to push against his fingers. “Beg for it” Derek tells you, looking at Scott who seems to like the idea since he holds your hips in place and stops mouthing at your chest.

“Please, Please don’t stop.” You whine, giving a frustrated cry when neither move.

Scott moves his head to the crook of your neck, hand sliding underneath you to tease your hole alongside Derek’s fingers. “You can do better than that, right Y/N? Beg for me” Scott growls, voice lowering as he moves closer to his shift.

“Please, Alpha. Please make me feel good, I need you to feel good. Need you in me, can’t cum without you. Please please please. Please fuck me, Alpha.” You beg, eyes closing as you fall into a chant of pleases, Scott smirking as he and Derek trade places.

“That’s better. Does my needy little boy need his big, strong Alpha’s cock inside him?” Scott teases as he eases three fingers inside of you, thanks to Derek already loosening you a little, pleased when you give a sultry moan and respond with a breathless “Yes, Alpha. Please, Alpha” as Scott grins at Derek.

Derek gives a little growl, irritated how you are begging for Scott only, not giving any warning as he moves between your legs and takes you inside his mouth. Looking at Scott with a would be smirk at the loud moan you give when you hit the back of Derek’s throat, holding your hips in place as he brings you closer to your first of many promised orgasms.

Scott flashes ruby red eyes to Derek, moving underneath you as he finishes working you open for his cock. “Want your Alpha to fill you up? Hmm baby boy?” You nod, moaning as you feel his thick cock against your tight hole, words betraying you as Derek flicks his tongue over your slit.

Scott wasted no time after that, burying himself in you in one quick thrust. 

You cry out at the sudden full feeling as he hits your prostate and pushes you further into Derek’s mouth with his thrust, rim tightening around Scott as you start cumming into Derek’s mouth. 

Scott doesn’t bother waiting, thrusting up into you repeatedly as Derek continues sucking you off. Over-stimulation causing you to thrust your hips to escape yet also chase the too intense feeling, cumming for the second time as Scott fucks into you roughly and Derek taking you into his throat.

When you stop releasing your seed into Derek’s mouth, he pulls off with a loud pop. “Two down, Six to go.” Is all he says, moving up on the bed and rubbing his cock against your lips. You obediently open your mouth for him, gag reflex fucked out of you so long ago you don’t even gag when he pushes your head down his length, his cock hitting the back of your throat as he relentlessly fucks your face. “Such a good slut for me.” Derek praises, causing you to moan around his length.

Scott increases the pace and roughness of his thrusts. Biting on your shoulder and reaching a hand around you, stroking your already sensitive member in time with his brutal thrusts. Gaining a sadistic satisfaction at the way you whimper and whine, toes curling into the sheets as he fucks into you. 

Derek’s breathing quickens as you cum again, pleasured screams and moans reverberating through his length. Derek cumming with a moan, effectively silencing you as you work to swallow his seed, tears flowing down your cheeks as you try to keep up with the pleasure.

Scott groans as you tighten around him, chasing his own orgasm before finally stilling as he begins to fill you with his own seed as he watches you and Derek come undone in front of him.

The room is filled with pants as you all come from down from your orgasms. Derek groaning when he pulls out of your mouth, loving the way you come off with a pop and gasp for air.

You are limp on top of Scott, being held up by him and the restraints, body feeling like jelly as you come down from your fourth orgasm of the night.

“Halfway there, Y/N. Think you can tough this out?” Scott asks as Derek exits the room to bring water, knowing that Scott is going to be worrying over you and will send him to get water if he doesn’t do it now.

You give a grunt in reply, opening your mouth when you feel something press against it. “Drink” Derek commands, tilting the bottle so you can get some water without drinking too much at once. “Better?” You nod and take a second to catch your breath.

“More?” You ask, greedily drinking what Derek tilts to you from the bottle, Whining when Derek moves the bottle away.

“Ready to continue, Y/N?” Scott asks, still inside of you.

You nod and feel Derek climb back on the bed, settling between your and Scott’s legs. You gasp when Derek lifts your legs over his shoulders, moaning when he eases two lubed fingers in you alongside Scott’s length. “Think you can take both of us?” Derek asks, rubbing circles on your hip as your hole stretches for him.

You nod, rocking your hips in encouragement before Scott lifts your ass higher to give Derek easier access to your hole. You moan when you feel him line up to Scott, tip sliding in you alongside Scott’s length.

You try to reach for Derek, groaning when you remember the cuffs are there and preventing you from pulling Derek down to you. Derek seems to get what you want and leans down over you, pressing his hairy chest against you and connecting his mouth to yours as he pushes into you.

You cum with a cry against Derek’s mouth when Derek spearheads your prostate with his cock, shaking in orgasmic bliss as Scott trails one hand down your side and jerks you through your orgasm as you barely cum at all.

“Three more.” Scott says, encouraging you with soft kisses to your shoulder as he holds you in place, allowing Derek to ram into you roughly and repeatedly. 

Derek keeps his brutal pace for what seemed like hours as Scott began thrusting in rhythm to Derek, the two groaning and panting above and below you as they wreck you.

You are a moaning mess as they pound into you, abused cock angry and red trapped between your and Derek’s stomachs. You cry out when he wraps a hand around your length, thumbing your cock head as you cry against him in overstimulated pleasure pain, one little spurt being dragged from you as you are forced through another orgasm.

You feel your rim tightly hug the two cocks filling you up impossibly full as you cum, coaxing your boyfriends into their own orgasms as they shoot inside of you together.

They keep you trapped between them in their stilled forms as they right their high. Your breath catches in your throat as Derek pulls out of you first, feeling some cum dribble out of you when Scott follows shortly after.

You feel Scott sliding out from under you as the two move around on the bed. Moaning when you feel a pair of hands glide over your chest and stomach, smearing the cum into your skin. 

“Such a good boy, taking us so well. We wouldn’t want this to go waste, would we?” You hear Scott asks from your left, assuming he’s the one rubbing your front from the angle of the hands mapping your body.

You hear Derek hum from the opposite side of you. Feeling the telltale signs of an orgasm in the form of heat in your stomach coiling when a large plug is pushed into you and pressing against your bruised prostate. “I think that’ll help keep him from wasting any of our cum.” Derek says, pushing the buttplug in and out of you, fucking you into a dry orgasm with the toy.

Scott chuckles from next to you as you writhe in your restraints. “He can’t even cum anymore.”

Derek lays next to you on the bed, teeth grazing the where Scott marked earlier. “He still has one more orgasm to go.” Derek says, causing you to whine. 

You whimper when you feel his move away, not knowing what to expect, a broken cry leaving you when you feel a mouth take your length inside of it.

“That feel good? Give Scott one more orgasm and your punishment is over.” Derek encourages, stroking a hand up and down your chest soothingly as Scott works you into his throat. It feels like an eternity, Derek praising and encouraging you while you sob from the painful pleasure Scott is putting you through. Mouth open in a silent scream as you reach your final orgasm, cumming dry before going limp against Derek as Scott removes your cuffs and untying the blindfold that covers your eyes and peeling it away.

“You alright, Y/N?” Derek asks, rubbing your arms to get the circulation going as you lean into him. You hum in reply, slipping into sleep against him.

Derek sits you up and shakes you awake, holding you against his chest as he repeats his question, getting a quiet “m’good”  in reply.

You open your eyes when Derek presses the half empty water bottle against your lips, smoothing your hair back as you drink.

You don’t last much longer, barely catching Scott yelling “Bath is ready!” from the other room as Derek lifts you up, falling asleep before Derek even it makes it across the room. Scott smiles as he watches you being carried in. “Guess we tired him out…How long till he does something like this again you think?” Scott asks as he helps place you into the bath.

Smiling as Scott begins washing you off, he replies on while he changes the defiled bed sheets “Knowing him? Probably not too long”  Comes Derek’s amused reply from the bedroom “But then again, I wouldn’t have it any other way”

[idk-ilike5sos]

The (incomplete) Steo fic I was talking about in my last post:

Stiles shifted the weight of himself between his feet and stared across the kitchen of the McCall household. He crossed an arm over his body and rested the other on top as he bit the nail on his thumb. A frown deepened the creases of his face and he swallowed some moisture to his dry throat.

His focus was narrowed in on the boy leant against one of the cabinets on the other side of the room.

Theo just had to be everywhere.

To say the least: they didn't get along. It was like every time the two were in the same room everything else stopped and all Stiles could think about was how much he'd rather be anywhere else. Or about how deeply he wanted to beat Theo to a pulp… but that would be far more frowned upon, so he tried his best to stray away from the thought.

For whatever reason, the pack - who'd been scattered around the room, talking amongst themselves - left the kitchen. Stiles observed Theo as he watched each of them leave, not moving an inch from where he rested comfortably. And only when Theo too went to stand and exit, Stiles noticed how he hadn't followed his friends out instantly: how he'd been so lost in thought that he'd willingly stayed with Theo. Alone. Even if for a split second, it felt far longer than it had been since Stiles found out the truth about the other boy.

Theo turned to look at him, clearly catching the abrupt scent of disgust filling the air. He frowned in query and settled back to leaning against the cabinet.

"What?" he asked, effortlessly: as if he and Stiles didn't have the history that they did, as if he cared.

Stiles bit his tongue, fighting his thoughts that were telling him this wouldn't end well. Because with them, it never did.

"Why are you still here?" he replied, giving in to the prominent rushes through his brain.

Theo shrugged. And Stiles was certain Theo picked up on the change from disgust to annoyance.

"Because your chemo signals have been so intense this whole time and it's been pissing me off." Theo scowled.

"I don't mean why are you still in the room, dumbass." Stiles dropped his hand from his mouth, folding the arm over his body. "Why are you still in Beacon Hills?"

"Why would I leave–"

"Why would you stay?" Stiles interrupted and his eyebrows furrowed further.

"Why does it matter?" Theo groaned, letting his head fall back and staring tiredly at the ceiling.

Stiles rolled his eyes.

They weren't getting anywhere with this conversation. Stiles wasn't sure why he'd allowed it to start in the first place; he couldn't tolerate the guy, why would he try to talk to him?

Stiles' arms fell to his sides and he headed for the exit that the others had gone through. From what he could see, they were all standing outside talking about something. He didn't care too much for missing out on what they were saying, but he knew he didn't want to be stood around with Theo instead of his friends.

Though, when Stiles passed Theo on his way out he froze. Slowly, he faced his body towards the boy.

"I don't want you here," he mumbled coldly.

Theo forced the top half of his body forwards. "Well, I don't care. I'm not leaving."

Stiles grabbed the collar of Theo's jacket and took a step closer, leaving merely inches between them. His jaw clenched as he did his best at holding in all of the frustration that'd been building up over the course of the past months. The fists in Theo's jacket tightened.

He could swear he was close enough to see his own sour complexion in Theo's dilated pupils.

[imagineseclipse]

Theo Raeken x Reader-You saved me.

You stood tall next to Lydia Martin in the empty McCall house. The whole pack stood in silence, everyone was afraid of opening their mouths to speak; everyone was afraid in general.

The hunters that Gerard and Munroe had recruited would do anything for your blood, for all of your blood. Even if the tiniest drop of McCall pack blood was spilt there would be celebrations. Anyone who was associated with you and your friends were in grave danger.

You had tried so hard to protect Beacon Hills, never did you think that you’d be protecting yourselves against them. In their eyes you were the enemies.

Theo Raeken’s eyes wandered around the room, he stood awkwardly alone in the corner- keeping his distance. He knew that he didn’t fit in just yet, he’d only just returned and he figured that it would take time for him to regain your trust.

As Scott opened his mouth to make an announcement Theo’s eyes landed on you, his breath was drawn in as his pupils ran over your facial features. You were different.

When Theo returned from hell he made a vow to himself that he would steer clear of you and Stiles as you were the ones who figured out his devious plans in the beginning. He knew that you would give him problems.

However to his surprise you were the only one who wasn’t treating him like an outsider, you stepped forwards for him.

“We can’t just let him loose into Beacon Hills”Scott shook his head as you all surrounded Theo who was covered in dust and rubble.

“Well I’m not babysitting him”Malia scoffed, a small growl leaving her lips.

“Count me out”Liam muttered.

“You were the one who brought him back”you exclaimed, rolling your eyes.

“I thought he could help catch one of the ghost riders, and he remembers Stiles”Liam offered as he stood next to Hayden.

You blinked absentmindedly a couple of times before turning to Lydia.

“I’m sorry after what happened I don’t think I should be anywhere near him”Lydia briefly glanced at Theo.

“I’ll do it”you stated.

“What?!”Theo and Scott both chirped up in unison, everyone’s eyes now staring into your soul. Malia suddenly burst out laughing and you rolled your eyes, glaring at her from across the tunnel.

“Oh you’re not kidding”she coughed awkwardly.

“Y/n are you sure about this I mea-

“Guys seriously I’ll do it, I have nothing else to do he’s my responsibility now”you decided, nodding towards your friends letting them know that you weren’t going to change your mind.

Scott let out a sigh before turning to you again, knowing that you were stubborn so you wouldn’t back down.

“If he tries anything-

-he is still here you know”Theo interrupted.

“No one cares”Malia snapped, turning on her heel disappearing alongside Lydia.

“Just don’t let him out of your sight, one funny move and he’s going back down there”Scott warned before sending you a silent nod, placing a set of keys in the palm of your hand.

You understood clearly, nodding in response as you watched Liam and Scott walk away after one last warning glare in Theo’s direction.

“What are we gonna do with you?”you sighed out, pivoting to face a very confused Theo who stood in handcuffs, chains hanging from his arms heavily.

You rolled your eyes slightly, disapproving of the chains. Theo stayed silent, his mouth slightly hanging open at your appearance, things had certainly changed since he’d been cast down to hell.

“First of all let’s get rid of these”you muttered, taking a step towards the boy who stood stunned. He flinched back quickly, moving out of your reach as you lifted your arm, the keys jingling on your fingers.

“What are you doing?”Theo asked quietly, his eyebrows raising.

“Well you can’t stay like this forever, it’s gonna be a killer on the wrists eventually-unless you want to stay like that I mean that’s not a problem”you folded your arms, waiting expectantly-you really weren’t a fan of the underground tunnels.

“Aren’t you worried I’m gonna hurt you, aren’t you scared of me?”he finally breathed out.

“Do you want to hurt me? Do you want me to be scared of you?”you replied quickly, holding the keys tighter.

“N-No I don’t want to hurt you, no to both questions”Theo’s whole aura had changed since he’d returned, something down there had taught him a well needed lesson, however there was a small part of you that felt bad for sending him to hell in the first place.

“Then we have no problem, it’s okay”you sent him a small smile before freeing him from the handcuffs, letting the chains drop to the floor in front of you.

Standing still next to Lydia you could feel a pair of eyes trained on you, a blush unintentionally crept up on your cheeks realising which direction the stare was coming from.

Never for one second did you think that you were going to be fighting on the same side as Theo Raeken, the thought of not fighting against him comforted you a little bit and you didn’t know why.

You finally mustered up the courage to flick your attention over to Theo who stood leaning against the wall in the corner casually. His eyes lingering over you as they lifted to meet yours. His skin started to tingle and the feeling of awkwardness he was feeling before began to fade away.

Your lips twitched up into a smile, and your hand involuntarily lifted, waving him over so that he wasn’t standing alone in the corner. Theo’s eyes widened, hesitating before pushing himself off the wall. He shoved his hands in his pockets as he slowly made his way over to your side.

“You’re gonna want to hear what Scott’s saying right? I mean you are technically part of the pack now”you whispered. Raeken’s stomach filled with butterflies as you accepted him fully, giving him all he ever wanted, a pack. Somewhere he belonged.

“I don’t think you should have brought me here y/n”Theo hummed as he trailed behind you slightly. Looking up at the daunting Beacon Hills High School sign.

“Why do you think that?”you pouted as you turned your head to keep an eye on the chimera who was looking paler by the second.

“People here hate me, and so they should after what I did”Theo shook his head as he stopped walking completely.

You paused aswell, taking a step towards him.

“Okay first of all stop feeling sorry for yourself, secondly so what it’s high school everyone hates everyone”you shrugged, watching Theo narrow his eyes at you.

“Look, yeah you have done some really shitty things, but I mean who doesn’t mess up, and people sometimes do bad things for good reasons I don’t know what the case is with you because I’m not in your brain- but what I do know is that you have the potential to be amazing you just have to want it for yourself. After what happened you still deserve an education, you deserve to live a happy life and show people that you aren’t the bad guy everyone makes you out to be”you were waving yours arms around frantically, letting the words tumble from your lips.

Theo’s lips pressed together, blinking a couple of times trying to register and digest everything you had just said to him. You believed in him, when no one else did.

“Why are you being so nice to me y/n? Why did you step forwards to watch over me after everything I did, after what I did to you”Theo protested.

“Because I know what it’s like to be the bad guy in someone’s eyes Theo, believe it or not I was there the night Donovan died, it wasn’t just Stiles I was there too but you didn’t know because Stiles was onto you and he knew you’d tell Scott- but Scott found out about what we did anyway and I just know what it’s like to be seen as the bad guy”you finally admitted, Theo listening to every word of your confession.

“I didn’t know-

“I know you didn’t, it’s okay I don’t know about your situation either but we’re going to be late we can save the stories for later”you informed him, glancing down at your watch.

“Later?”Theo questioned, jogging to match your steps as you drew closer to the school.

“You, me and a big stack of English literature textbooks, oh and maybe some fries I’m starving”you groaned.

“Y/n it’s halfway through the year, they won’t let me graduate”Theo exclaimed.

“They will let you graduate, I’ll make sure they do, with my help you’re gonna be top of the class”you grinned, holding the door open so that Theo could walk in front of you.

“You really think I can do it?”

“Oh c’mon if you can come up with a master plan to take down a pack full of supernatural creatures and a true alpha I’m pretty sure you can answer a few algebra questions”you snorted, leading Theo towards the library.

Scott’s announcement became muffled as you and Theo stood alongside eachother, the warmth from your bodies engulfing you in a small bubble, you could feel your shoulders brushing against eachother. You smiled up at him once more, making sure that he was okay.

The brown haired chimera opened his mouth to say something then abruptly shut it again, his eyes narrowing, training on your neck. His head fell at an angle as he noticed a bright red dot dancing over your skin.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you tried to read his facial expressions.

“Theo what’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”you breathed out, whispering over to him.

The laser beam flashed across your skin once more and Theo’s eyes widened with panic after realising what it was.

“Everyone get down!”Theo yelled, startling the whole pack, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your body immediately as you heard the window glass shatter, a bullet flew past you but never touched your skin as Theo Raeken gripped onto you, using his own body to shield yours, the two of you were now on the ground.

Scott had already gotten Lydia and the others out but it was too dangerous for you and Theo to escape, instead he’d hidden you both well behind the island in the middle of Scott’s kitchen. That’s where you both intended to stay until the hunters outside stopped shooting.

Theo could feel your body shaking in his arms, his jacket wrapped over your body as the two of you sat huddled together in the ruined kitchen where you were once stood as a pack.

After the bullets died down Theo cautiously lifted his jacket from around you, brushing the hair out of your face. The cold air from the shattered glass window hit you instantly.

“Are you hurt?”you felt his warm hands settle on your chin lifting your face so that he could assess any wounds.

“N-no I’m okay, are you hurt?”you asked quickly, not hesitating for a second.

“I’m fine, I’m okay”Theo nodded, letting you know that he was unharmed.

Silence fell over the two of you, Theo’s arms remaining tight around you.

“Y-you just saved my life, that bullet could have killed me but you saved me”you glanced up at Theo, not realising how close the two of you had become.

“I’m just returning the favour”he mumbled out, your body lifted from against his, turning so that you could ask him what he meant but you were interrupted.

“Y/n, Theo?!”Lydia called out in a state of worry.

“Lydia?”you jumped up, holding onto Theo’s hand so that he had support getting up from the floor.

“I’m so glad that you’re okay”Lydia wrapped her arms around you, squeezing the air out of your lungs.

“It was Gerard and Munroe, they sent them over here luckily no one got hurt and that’s thanks to you Theo, you saved all of us especially y/n, I’m grateful”Scott nodded over to Theo, a genuine smile spread across his face.

“What do we do now?”Lydia questioned Scott.

“Nowhere is safe for us right now, we’re going over to use Derek’s loft it’s secure enough, the others are on their way there now we should probably head over there”Scott informed before leaving with Lydia.

You and Theo stood in silence once again, brushing the shards of glass off your clothes.

“Did you really mean what you said before about me saving you?”you quickly breathed out, choosing a slightly risky time to talk about something so important.

“Of course I did, over these past couple of months you have made me feel so normal and wanted even after I did bad things you were the only one who forgave me-you saved me y/n you gave me my life back and you made it a hundred times better at the same time I don’t think you understand”Theo took a daring step towards you.

“I love you”you finally blurted out after replaying his words.

“Theo, I love you”you repeated, shutting your eyes briefly after confessing something that had been on your mind for a long time.

“And I love you”you heard his voice ring out and your eyes flickered open just in time as he closed the gap in between you both, one of his hands finding your waist and the other settling on your back steadying you as he kissed you for the first time. His lips met yours and you felt your stomach explode with butterflies.

A/N:There was so much more to this story but I decided to end it there idk I might carry it on who knows🤷🏽‍♀️❤️

[lunnanunna]

Not Twilight

Stray Kids Extra Member AU

Summary: Ollie gets Chan and Felix to watch Teen Wolf with her and she’s more than pleased with the outcome.

A/N: I’m currently re-watching Teen Wolf, and and just had to write something about it. I definitely feel like Ollie would be a fan of the show, so here you go. Also what Ollie thinks and says about the show, are actually my opinions, so yeah. Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open! Feedback is greatly appreciated. 

“Let’s go you two,” Ollie said, shoving both Chan and Felix into her bed. They had promised her a day where they would relax and watch one of Ollie’s favorite shows.

“I take it back. I don’t want to do this,” Felix whined in English, trying to fight passed the small girl. Ollie glared up at him, hands on her hips.

“Lixie, we promised her,” Chan said, smiling at the younger Australian.  The freckled boy grumbled to himself as he got on Ollie’s bed and crawled over to the side. It was pushed up against the wall, so Felix could comfortably sit on the edge without falling over.

Chan waited for the eldest to grab her laptop that was sitting neatly on some shoe boxes that held her favorite Crocs (Chan tried not to cringe at the sheer amount that was there and the many more stored underneath her bed.) Once Ollie grabbed her computer, she sat next to Felix, squeezing as much as possible so Chan could fit as well. It didn’t work.

“Noona. There’s no room for all three of us,” Chan said, as he tried in vain to stay on the bed.

“I guess that means that we can’t do this,” Felix sing-songed as he got up and started to crawl off the bed.

“Freeze!” Ollie shouted, and the boy did so. He slowly turned to look at Ollie, an annoyed smile in place. Chan chuckled beside her.

“We’ll set up camp somewhere else,” Chan said, getting up and gently pushing Felix back on the bed.

“Why?” Felix whined, not unlike a cat. Ollie snorted at the sound.

“This is why you’re the leader,” Ollie said, giving Chan a salute.

The leader smiled, then began to look around the room, “This is actually a simple fix.” Ollie watched as he grabbed some pillows from Jisung’s and Jeongin’s beds, and began to place them on her’s. He then fixed them up so they were propped against the wall to add padding.

“You handsome genius,” Ollie praised as she went to fetch a bit more blankets and pillows from other rooms. Chan beamed, then smacked Felix with the pillow that he currently had in his hands.

“Come on. We promised Ollie,” was all that Chan said. Felix rolled his eyes, but smiled when Chan did.

A few seconds later and Ollie came back with some pillows and blankets that looked like Felix’s and Changbin’s. The younger blond rolled his eyes, but got up and grabbed them from her, setting them down next to the others on her bed and helping Chan fix them up.

Soon all three of them were sitting with their backs against the now padded wall. Ollie propped the laptop on the space in front of her as she sat criss-crossed, folding herself as much as possible to bring the computer closer to them.

“What are we watching again?” Felix asked, as he watched Ollie pull up a new window and begin to search for one of her many streaming platforms (She had the most out of all of the group and the boys tended to hop off her accounts.)

“Vampire Diaries?” Chan answered, though it sounded more like a question as he thought back to the name of the show. He was pretty sure it wasn’t that, but he knew that it had to do with some supernatural things.

“Hell no!” Ollie looked offended by Chan’s answer. The leader looked at her with wide eyes. “I refuse to watch anything involving vampires.”

Felix looked over Ollie’s head, and gave Chan a questioning look. The older just gave a shrug with a slight eye roll, earning a chuckle from the younger.

“I saw that,” Ollie stated, looking at the boys through the reflection of the currently black screen. Both boys turned away, looking at anywhere other than Ollie. The girl chuckled.

“Okay, so if it’s not Vampire Diaries, then what is it?” Felix asked warily looking at the lilac haired girl.

Ollie grinned like the Cheshire Cat, “Teen Wolf.”

“Aren’t there vampires in that too?” Felix quirked a brow.

“No. You’re thinking of Twilight,” Ollie simply stated, “This show has everything, but the most overused supernatural creature.”

“Vampires,” Chan and Felix said in almost perfect unison. Ollie was impressed.

“Exactly.”

“This is gonna be so stupid,” Felix muttered, purposely loud enough for Ollie to hear him.

“Trust me. You’re gonna love it!” Ollie said, folding her hands in front of her face. Chan could sense a squeal coming, and a few seconds later it did. The Aussie snorted.

“Is it some teen romance thing?” Felix asked.

“There’s romance, yes. But there’s also action and comedy. Mostly from Stiles,” Ollie answered looking at the screen as the video loaded.

“The hell is a ‘Stiles’?” Chan asked, looking at Ollie confused.

“Exactly,” Ollie said pointing at the blond, who now looked more confused. “Please, just watch the first episode. If you don’t like it, which I doubt it, then we don’t have to watch any more episodes. But I lowkey want you to keep watching to see Corey and Theo, they’re the best.” Ollie gushed, and Chan could already see that they were her favorites.

“When do they come in?” Chan asked.

“Last two seasons,” Ollie pouted, “ I hate that I have to wait so long.” The boys laughed as she grumbled.

“Okay. Let’s see how the first episode goes,” Chan said, leaning back. Ollie nodded and pressed play, then leaned back, with half of her back resting on Chan. Felix rolled his eyes (Again), but also sat back. The three silently watched the first episode, with Ollie mentally praying that the boys would like it and would like to keep on watching it with her.

By the end of the episode, Ollie was grinning from ear to ear, just like she always did whenever she watched Teen Wolf. She was about to ask the boys how they liked it when she saw a hand reach to press play on the next episode. Ollie turned to Felix, with a knowing smile.

“Shut up. I need to know what happens.” He blatantly ignored her in favor of watching the recap, which was ridiculous to watch, seeing as they just finished the previous episode not even a minute ago. Laughing to herself, Ollie turned to the leader who was also watching the screen intently.

“It’s good, Noona,” Chan simply stated, shrugging his shoulders, a small smile on his lips.

“Victory,” Ollie whispered, beaming.

“Hush,” Felix hissed, and Ollie couldn’t even bring herself to be mad at Felix for shutting her up. She was just happy that she now had converted the Aussies to the Teen Wolf fandom. She didn’t want to mess this up, so she silently smiled and focused her attention back on the screen, contentedly watching with her two favorite Australians.

“He’s so screwed,” Felix stated as Scott panicked about Allison’s father.

“Totally,” Chan agreed. Ollie bit her lip to hide her smile.

Ollie’s Masterlist

[disneyprincemuke]

She’s Beauty, She’s Grace ; Theo Raeken // Part X

[masterlist]

OI OI OI I FINALLY UPDATED THIS AFTER FOUR YEARS??? fell in love with it again while writing i’m so GONE. AND THIS ISN’T THE LAST PART??

“(y/n), thank fucking God you’re okay.” Stiles comes dashing from the end of the hospital hallway and threw his arms around his little sister. He doesn’t let go, just embraces her. “Where have you been?”

“Just took care of some things,” she speaks calmly, tightening her grip around her older brother. Out of all the chaos that’s been happening, she has nobody else but him to lean on. She pulls away and it immediately dawns her why she’s back in this place. “Dad. Where is he? Is he okay?”

“Surgery,” he whispers, rubbing a hand over his face. “Have you talked to Theo? How are you feeling?”

There’s one thing she knows that he wants to do more than anything else in the world right now. “You can say it.”

“I’m not going to say it because you held your own ground.” Stiles guides her over to the waiting area, where he’d been waiting earlier. He knows his sister more than anybody else - she’s claiming that she’s not hurt because she never liked him in the first place but he could see it in her eyes.

He doesn’t need the supernatural ability to know that his sister fell in love with the bad guy. He didn’t need to be a genius either to know that she’s hurt by everything that’s going on. 

“You should probably say it. It would cheer me up if you did.”

Stiles just insisted on not saying it at all. He doesn’t need to rub it in her face. What he needs to do is be there for her as her older brother. “I’m not going to.” He stays silent for a few seconds and lets out a sigh as he leans back in his seat. “I hate him.”

“If dad isn’t okay, I swear I am going to actually be the one that kills him.” The choice of word absolutely shocks Stiles. He slowly turns his head to look at her. It frightened him - the seriousness and determination that she emitted. 

Theo was right about some things: he’s got more blood on his hands than anybody else in the pack. He doesn’t need his precious baby sister starting a body count of her own. “You should leave that to me.”

“Dad’s going to be in for a while,” Stiles whispers, patting her knee softly and giving her a small smile. “You should go home and get changed. You’ve had a long night, haven’t you?”

She shakes her head and gets comfortable in the cushioned seat. She moves closer to Stiles then lays her head on his shoulder. “No, I’ll wait with you. He’s my dad too. You’re not going through this alone. You always have me, remember?”

She doesn’t exactly remember when she fell asleep. As far as she knew, she was having a steady conversation with Stiles about everything except what’s been happening around them. She hasn’t slept in almost two days and Stiles didn’t even have the heart to wake her up after Melissa came out to tell him that their dad’s finally okay.

The next thing that woke her up was a familiar voice. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint who the voice belonged to as she brought herself back to consciousness. It’s not her brother’s and it’s not her dad’s either. Now there’s two voices.

“I told you I’m not letting you see her.” She opens her eyes to Stiles shoving Theo back with all the power he had left in his body. Just like her, Stiles hasn’t slept at all. “You’re gonna have to kill me first.”

“Well that’s a bit unfair - you know I’m not going to do that,” Theo answers wittily with a scowl. “I just wanna talk to her. Stiles, please. I did what I did but what I felt for her is real. They didn’t tell me to start liking her; that one’s all me.”

“So, what? Whether or not you really like her, you still hurt her. So no, you can’t talk to her.”

That’s the moment she finally got up from her position on the hospital’s couch. She hadn’t even realised that Stiles moved her into the room their dad’s been admitted into. Immediately, Theo’s attention averts to her and he completely ignores Stiles. “(y/n).”

“What are you doing here?” She liked him a lot more than she cared to admit to anyone. “I thought I told you to run before I kill you myself.”

“I just wanna talk.”

“What’s there to talk about?” Stiles finally steps away from between them as she started making her way towards Theo. “It was all fun and games when you were coming after Scott at first, but you made it personal. Stiles and then my dad?”

“I didn’t want to hurt your dad,” Theo says before she could continue. He huffs and takes a step forward to her, trying to gain her attention. “(y/n), you really have to believe me. Just hear me out, okay? I know I did some unspeakable things.”

"They can be spoken of - you tried to get my dad killed!” She answers with a peppy tone, giving him a knowing smile. Before either of them could process the reason she’s so sarcastic, her face scrunches up and her lip quivers. “Theo, I loved you. How could you just do that to me?”

That’s what Stiles is talking about.

“I...” He’s at a loss of words. There’s absolutely nothing he can say to make it right with her at all. There’s one thing he could never stand to see and it was the sight of her being so upset and helpless. He just wants to beat himself up over the fact that he’s the reason she’s like that.

“How could you deliberately lie to my face? You told me everything’s going to be all right when it’d all gone wrong! You told me you’d never let me get hurt!” She rambles, tears starting to fall out of her eyes after one another. “How could you be the one to promise that then also be the same person who breaks all of me?”

Theo could only let out a sigh as he threw his head back. “I am so sorry. If there’s a way I could make it right, I swear I’ll do it. I’ll apologise for the rest of my life but you have to listen to me. I-”

“I don’t care,” she spats, taking strides forward to shove Theo out of the hospital room. “Get out. I don’t want to see you - I can’t even look at you without remembering how you lied to me.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, dropping his head in defeat. He spares Stiles one last look before he turns on his heel and started walking down the hallway. As he walked, he turns his head to look at the door which has already been slammed shut.

He had that chance to let her know that he loved her. He wanted to tell her that she made him feel the most human he’s ever felt. That she made him want to be the good guy. He was supposed to do a hit and run scene here in Beacon Hills - just take off right after he finishes his work for the Dread Doctors. She made him want to stay.

Now there’s just no way that would ever happen.

Back in the hospital room, as the door closes softly, she stays at the door. Her hand clutches the door knob while she clung onto her reality in desperation. Her breathing progressively gets heavier as the seconds pass and Stiles couldn’t do anything but watch her completely fall apart.

“I can’t believe he did that,” she manages to choke out as she falls to her knees. A hand goes over her clothed chest and she balls up the material of Liam’s hoodie. “He used me, Stiles. He used me and he lied to me. I can’t-”

Stiles doesn’t say anything else, just joins her on the floor and takes her into his arms. He coddled her in his arms, brushing her hair while she cried. He knows heartbreak. No words at this point could make her feel better. She has to just feel it all to get over it.

They stay in that position for minutes. Even then, she hasn’t calmed down from crying at all. Melissa’s already come in twice to inject more medicine into their dad’s IV and has brought some comfort food.

“It doesn’t seem like it right now,” Stiles whispers, resting his cheek on the top of her head, “but I swear love doesn’t hurt this bad all the time.”

pls encourage me to write the next part

[sunel0]

I did miss it! Good morning :) Will you please write steo where the one is a ghost that came back to save fulfill a promise he made when he was alive, because it is the only thing tethering him to world, and he held on to it for years in order to stay around even without the other knowing that he is around, but now he's ready to go and the other can finally see him for a final goodbye. Make it hurt. Haha.

Omg Shara!!! Jesus, this is good... I actually have 1k words for a kind of similar thing, but it's Tara and her final goodbye is to forgive Theo when he comes to the bridge with Stiles and their daughter<3

And oh no look, the Comfort Theo Fest is officially over now, here have some dead Theo<3

Although I'm not sure how much it'll hurt in this tiny format

Also, I thought about making it something dark and not just sad because I had some ideas, but sad still won, and it's a whole fic sorry<3

When Theo was eight, and Stiles' mother first got diagnosed, and Stiles was upset, Theo promised that he was going to make sure Stiles was happy. Back then he didn't realise what that ment.

He promised the same thing again when stubbornly, again and again trying to ask Stiles out when he was eighteen.

And he did the same thing for the third time when they were twenty four and Stiles had to go for an inpatient care program.

The worst thing was that he really wanted to fulfill this promise, he thought, when something that looked suspiciously like a yeti ripped him into two halves.

Even werewolves don't usually come back from something like that.

And apparently, third time was a charm, because this was the promise that got Theo trapped in this limbo, watching Stiles cry over his grave for three hours until his father came to pick him up and not being able to do anything.

It was worse than Hell.

Theo could tell, he had been there. He was fully prepared to deal with Tara when he died, but he wasn't prepared to deal with this. With being conscious and tied to reality but not material in any way.

Only allowed to watch. Theo hated watching. He liked action.

There was no action for him ever again.

He had to watch Stiles go back to the inpatient care because Theo's death screwed all of his progress. He had to listen to him talk about Theo, about how he was mad at him for getting into danger, how it wasn't surprising, really, how much it hurt to lose him, how much he missed him.

Every word stung more than being ripped in half.

Theo could tell.

He watched Stiles go back home, to live with his father again, selling their little flat downtown, going through all their stuff and still crying several times while choosing what was to be kept, sold, donated, or thrown away.

Theo had a lot of time to think over what exactly in his promise got him trapped here while watching Stiles sleep for fourteen hours a day.

It was probably that he said that Stiles was going to be happy, and he was going to see to it.

Now he was seeing to it.

He wondered if this was some kind of curse.

For once, he was happy that Stiles had a good support system, because he wasn't left alone long enough to do something stupid, and Theo could see he was thinking about it.

It went on like that, Theo watching and hurting and not being able to do anything, while Stiles was grappling with his death.

Eventually, he did it.

The day he applied for college again was the first day Theo saw the light.

He watched Stiles move into the dorm with kids way younger than he was and eventually figure out that renting was better for him. Theo watched people flirt with Stiles, and Stiles slowly starting to flirt back. Theo witnessed a dozen of awkward dates and was admittedly somewhat annoyed that none of them looked anything like him.

He watched one relationship actually catch. He saw them grow closer, go on more dates, talk. He heard Stiles talk about him again.

Sylvia turned out to be a witch, which was lucky, he guessed, since this way Stiles didn't need to hide his pack duties.

Theo felt jealousy like nothing before, even worse than back when Stiles didn't want to know anything about him, because Sylvia got to touch Stiles, hold him after his nightmares, give him little kisses before work, actually get married.

And Theo was stuck here, not being able to do anything, just watching. He knew he should be happy that Stiles was getting better, but he could never be the bigger person, and now he didn't even get the chance to learn how to be it.

He watched Sylvia get pregnant, and Stiles freaking out in the bathroom after she fell asleep. He saw them buy baby stuff, and paint the nursery, and arrange a baby shower, and he longed for all of it being him and not Sylvia.

Well, apart from giving birth part of it. He heard it was painful.

He watched Stiles slide slowly back into panic attacks, ones he hadn't had in a couple of years, the closer the due date was, watched him go on endless lonely walls just to get out, just to breath.

But then baby Anna was born, and Theo thanked all possible deities he didn't believe in for the fact that Stiles' grandmother actually had such a simple common name and not what Stiles had.

And then one night, when baby Anna woke up, crying to be fed, and Stiles sat with her, half asleep, rocking slowly in a rocking chair, Theo felt it.

It was like a tug, and he knew his te has come. His promise was fulfilled. Stiles was actually happy, and Theo saw to it.

And Theo felt... At peace. Happy that Stiles found his own happiness. Theo wondered if this was just dead magic speaking to calm him down before he had to actually go.

And then something weird happened.

Stiles jumped slightly, jostling Anna awake and making her cry again, his eyes opening wild, looking straight at Theo.

"Hey," he said.

It was weird to talk again. He wasn't sure he knew how anymore.

"What..." Stiles' voice broke, and Theo could see tears filling up his eyes. He could also see how much older Stiles was than Theo was ever going to be now.

Anna went quite suddenly, as if feeling something big happening.

"I promised to make sure that you are happy," Theo smiled, because now he himself felt happy. "And I did it now."

He came closer, looking at Anna in Stiles' arms, her dark eyes looking back at Theo. She was adorable. Theo made a face at her, but she was too small to smile.

He looked back into the same dark eyes he loved so much.

He leaned over, pressing a kiss to Stiles' forehead, his hand cupping his cheek, using the fact that Stiles' hands were full with his daughter and her bottle.

"Bye."

And then Theo vanished.

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So Close - S.S. XXXIX

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

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Word-count: 2.6k+

A/N: guess who straight up forgot what day of the week it was but a day late is better than never right?? hope you guys like it!! 💕 (also i couldn’t find the gif i wanted to use so have some alpha!scott)

Though it had only been a few days, you’d been staying at Stiles’ house ever since he and Scott had gotten into their fight. Melissa was hardly impressed with the decision, but she relented when Noah got hurt and she realized that he'd be staying alone if it wasn't for you. Part of the deal you'd struck, however, was that you’d check in with her every day. Seeing as how you needed some new clothes and the Stilinski's washing machine was busted, you decided to make it a house call. 

Melissa didn’t seem to be at home, but you could tell that Scott was there thanks to your fancy new werewolf skills. You tiptoed up to his room and stood in the doorway while he attempted to pin photos and post-it notes to a new corkboard. He was using the same red yarn that Stiles used on his conspiracy boards. 

The only problem was that Scott attached one of the strings to his jacket as well as at least five other pins. As soon as he tugged on the yarn, every photo and post-it note came clattering down. He let out a sigh and threw the piece of yarn towards the ground. 

“It’s easier to stick the details to the photos before you pin them up,” you said. “Once you've pinned everything up, you can connect them with yarn.” 

Scott seemed surprised to see you as he turned around. Maybe his senses were slipping. “Thanks,” he said uncertainly, sliding some of the fallen papers behind him with his foot. 

“Stiles has perfected the art of the conspiracy board over the years,” you said as you pushed yourself off of the door jam and started heading towards your room. “Maybe you should ask him about it sometime.”

“Y/N, wait!” Scott called after you. You stopped in the hallway and turned back to look at him. He looked kind of pathetic as he stood there with the remnants of his would-be board around him. “Is he- you know, how is he?” 

“His dad is still in the hospital so not great,” you said. It came out snippier than you meant it to. You let out a sigh and shook your head as you walked over to him. “How could you do that to him, Scott? You left him.” 

“I thought he killed someone.” 

“He did kill someone. In self-defense.” You got close enough to him and poked his chest as you finished. “And he needed you to be there for him.” 

Scott didn’t mean to yell, but he did anyway. “How was I supposed to do that when he didn’t even tell me about it?” He took a breath and looked away for a second, trying very hard to regain his cool. “Sorry, I- I didn’t mean to-” 

“I know,” you said quietly. You wrapped your arms around yourself and tried to think of how to say what you needed to. “Look, Scott … He’s mad because you didn’t believe him from the start. He said we shouldn’t trust Theo and you dismissed him as being paranoid. Then this happened, and Stiles was so scared that you would kick him out completely that- that he didn’t tell you.” 

“I know.” 

“I know you know.” You took a breath and uncrossed your arms to put a hand on his arm. “You’re making a good effort. Just don’t give up on him again, okay? He’ll come around.”

Scott dropped his gaze and nodded a few times. A memory flashed in your mind from just after you'd returned to Beacon Hills when Scott was comforting you thought you'd ruined your relationship with Stiles. Scott snapped you back to the present after a few seconds. “And what about you?” 

That caught you off guard. You frowned slightly as you thought about it. “If you couldn’t forgive Stiles for self-defense, I was scared about what you’d do when I did something worse,” you said slowly. “Don’t look at me like that. You’ve seen me out there; it’s only a matter of time. For me and Malia both.” 

“Malia?” Scott asked. “What does Malia have to do with any of this?” 

“You seriously haven’t noticed?” you asked, rolling your eyes when he said he didn’t. “She’s been hunting her mom down since she found out her name from Peter. I’m pretty sure she’s gonna kill her.”

“And you didn’t say anything?” Scott asked, starting to lose his cool again. 

“Scott, not everyone has a family like ours," you said. "Especially not the Hales. Plus, I mean, the Desert Wolf kills people. If Malia wants to kill hee, that's not really my business.” 

“But she’s still a person! You can’t just-” Scott took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew he needed to stay calm or you'd leave. “Okay. But we … we’re okay?”

You gave him a small smile and squeezed his arm before letting go. “We’re getting there, Scotty.”

“I can work with that,” Scott said with his goofy, hopeful grin.

In a weird kind of peace offering, you started helping Scott set his board up. The two of you didn’t talk very much as you did, but it was nice to be alone with him for a little while, even if what you were doing was pretty morbid. When he reached to pin up the last photo, Scott winced and lowered his arm before he got the chance. 

You reached out to steady him, looking down at where his wound was. “That’s taking a pretty long time to heal.”

“Yeah, I know,” Scott exhaled. He put the photo on his desk very gently. “I think it’s because it’s from Liam. Because we’re not … you know.” 

“I know,” you said quietly, still holding onto him. “You need some help cleaning it up?”

Scott took a breath and winced at how much his chest moved. “No, I can handle it. Do you wanna get your stuff and I’ll drop you off at Stiles’ house?” 

No. You wanted to help your brother. Instead you just gave him a weak smile and pulled your hand away. “Sure. Yell if you need any help.”

Scott promised he would but you doubted that he’d follow through with it, so you kept an ear out for any surprises. The sounds of Scott struggling to clean his wounds weren’t that surprising, but Stiles coming over to ask for Scott's help was. Scott agreed immediately, like you knew he would, and the two of them were off before you knew it. 

Though it was a little disheartening that Stiles hadn’t picked you to be his werewolf partner in crime, you were relieved that they were both making an effort to patch up. You followed them anyway, just in case, but you kept your distance so they wouldn’t spot you. 

They were investigating what happened at the relay station with Hayden, her sister, and the new chimera at the relay station. You listened closely to what was going on inside and waited maybe five minutes before following them down when they found a secret tunnel underground. 

Following them without them noticing was harder down in the tunnels - everything echoed off the walls - but you managed to stay hidden until they were attacked. 

Seeing Tracy alive and trying to kill your friends was as bizarre an experience as seeing her dead body, but not any more bizarre than punching your formerly-dead classmate Josh in the mouth. You wondered if the others felt like this after you died. 

Josh’s electricity made your heart race but you still managed to slam him against the wall and Scott shoved Tracy’s claws between Josh’s shoulder blades a second later. You sliced Tracy with your claws as you let go of Josh and she collapsed to the ground a few feet away from where Stiles lay paralyzed. You pressed the sole of your shoe into her back to keep her on the ground and looked up at Scott for advice on how to handle it. 

Scott was shining his alpha eyes at a spot along the pipes. He let out a low growl and Corey materialized a second later, very much still afraid of him. 

“Okay!” Theo called out from the shadows. Your heel dug further into Tracy's back as you turned to face where he stepped out from another part of the tunnels. “Maybe they’re not ready to take on an Alpha just yet.” You threw one of your knives at him and he looked minorly inconvenienced as he dodged it. “Though I didn’t expect you to have help. Or to smell fear.” 

Tracy started moving under your foot and you started pushing her further down when Scott shook his head at you. Reluctantly, you took your foot off her back and took a step back. Tracy got to her feet without taking her eyes off you. 

“He has fangs!” Corey argued. You had to admit, sending cute little Corey after Scott seemed idiotic.

“What did you do to them?” you asked Theo. 

Theo gave you a nauseating smile. “Jealous of the newer model?” 

“What did you do?” Scott repeated. 

“I found some new friends,” Theo said as he looked back over at Scott. “I don’t take rejection very well.”

“Haven’t you had a lifetime of practice?” you asked. Tracy and Corey picked up Josh and you held a hand out and stepped in front of them. Sure, he just tried to kill your brother but you were still protective over him. “Where are you taking him?” 

“Somewhere where he's not gonna get stabbed in the back,” Tracy said venomously. “You got a problem with that?” 

“No,” Scott answered for you. “Get out of here.”

You moved out of their way so they could leave, but you didn’t say anything until you were sure that they were long gone. You took a deep breath and returned your focus to Theo, who was dangerously close to Stiles. 

“Hey, Theo,” Stiles said with fake enthusiasm from where he lay paralyzed. 

“Stiles,” Theo said. He lifted his foot and smashed the floor in front of Stiles, the part of the floor with Latin written on it in Mercury, but it was too close to him for you to be comfortable. Theo sighed and walked closer to you and Scott. “You’re going to leave here thinking that you need to worry about me.” He circled you and Scott as he spoke. “But you’re wrong. We’re actually on the same side.”

You looked over at Scott for a second and he looked just as distrusting as you did for once. 

“But that thing …” Theo said as he came to a stop, looking up at the ceiling. “That’s what we need to worry about. Your pack and mine.” You scoffed under your breath. His pack. “Now, we’re gonna go back to school and pretend like we’re normal teenagers, but at night, we’re going to be fighting for our lives.”

“What is it?” Stiles asked.

“It’s not a chimera,” Theo said. 

“But it’s just a kid underneath,” Scott argued, always noble. “Someone like us.”

Theo tilted his head and gave Scott one of his secretive smiles. “Not anymore.” He started turning again and walked off into the darkness after his new pack of chimeras. 

You took a deep breath and let out a long exhale as you put your head in your hands for a moment. “Well, shit, guys. That sounds awful.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Stiles said as he looked you up and down (which looked very interesting considering his collapsed position on the floor). “What are you doing here, by the way?” 

“Hi, babe, good to see you too,” you teased as you crouched down in front of him. You moved some hair out of his face and smiled at him. “I came to make sure neither of you killed one another. Can I sit you up?”

Stiles let out a sigh and rolled his eyes to the best of his paralyzed abilities. He looked ready to say something sarcastic before deciding against it. “Yes, please.”

You smiled at him and looped his arm around your shoulder while Scott took Stiles’ other arm. The two of you dragged him to a wall and propped him up, Scott sitting on his one side and you on his other. As Scott settled in, you picked up Stiles’ hand and moved it into yours. 

“He knew what it meant and I can’t even remember the words,” Scott said after a while. 

“Damnatio Memoriae,” Stiles said. Scott looked at him a little incredulously and it made you smile. Of course, Stiles remembered the ominous Latin writing. “It means the condemnation of memory. I think it also means that whatever the Dread Doctors created, whatever this last chimera really is ... it’s not something new. It’s something old. Really old.”

“So they didn’t create a new creature,” Scott said slowly. 

“They resurrected one,” you said, turning so you look at both of them clearly. “Like how Theo resurrected the others.” 

“Not exactly, but …” Stiles took a deep breath. “Yeah.” 

“That sounds bad,” you said quietly.

“Really bad.” Scott waited a minute and then pressed his index and middle fingers to the dirt and drew a circle, the beginning of his pack symbol. “We need help,” he said. “If Theo’s got his own pack now then we need ours. We have to get the others back.”

“The others?” Stiles repeated. “You mean Kira who’s currently battling a homicidal fox spirit inside of her, Malia who isn’t even speaking to us, Lydia who’s stuck in Eichen House, and Liam who almost killed you?” 

“Also known as our best friends,” Scott said. 

You snorted and Stiles pulled a face at you, which only made you laugh harder. It felt wrong to laugh in these tunnels. “And how do you plan on getting the gang back together?” you asked.

“One by one,” Scott said. His eyes flicked from Stiles to the incomplete pack boob in the dust.

“You’re not seriously going to make me do it,” Stiles said, frowning at the dirt on the floor.

“You’re part of the pack, right?” Scott asked. 

“Here,” you said as you moved to grab Stiles' other hand. You held two of his fingers in your hand. “Just until you get your feeling back.”

Stiles took a reluctant breath but nodded anyway for you to do it. You moved his hand to make a bigger circle around Scott’s and held in a laugh at how exasperated he looked. You bumped his arm and smiled at him. 

“Let’s get out here,” you said. “This place gives me the creeps.” 

Both Stiles and Scott laughed, but Scott got to his feet and offered you a hand up. You let him help you up, and then you each took one of Stiles’ arms and pulled him to his feet. 

The two of you supported most of Stiles’ weight while you walked, but it wasn’t much of a burden to your superhuman strength. You couldn’t say the same for Scott though - the smell of his blood got stronger the closer you got to the exit - but at least Stiles was regaining some feeling by then. 

You helped Stiles into the passenger seat of the Jeep and buckled him in before pressing a kiss to his forehead. “See you at home, okay?” 

“Okay,” Stiles said with a smile. “Thanks for looking after me. I know it’s not the easiest job.” 

“Yeah, but it’s the only job I care about,” you said softly. You were going to kiss him when you heard Scott squirming around as he tried to get into the driver’s seat. You sighed and looked over at him. 

“Sorry, the seat is like really squeaky,” he said awkwardly. “I know you guys were having a moment.” 

Stiles rolled his eyes. “Yeah, emphasis on ‘were.’”

You laughed again while Scott stammered out ten thousand apologies and Stiles gave him a hard time. There was still a long way to go, but this was a start. And this was enough.

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[justauthoring]

No Reason To (45/50)

Prompt: “And I guess… when it comes down to it, I trust you.”

A/N: This chapter is a bit shorter (a few thousand shorter) but... I think it’s worth it :) and I think you guys will agree!

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

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Pairing: Stiles x McCall!Reader

Based off of: Teen Wolf 

“Honestly, Stiles--”

Stiles shushes you gently, surprising you, as he simply ignores anything you have to say in favour of pulling you along like he has for the past ten minutes. He’s obviously leading you somewhere, though, he refuses to tell you where; going on about how it’s some big surprise.

And while you were flattered, you were also a bit baffled. You’d been finishing up some volunteer things at the hospital with your mom when he’d come all but running in, not even really asking you but rather Melissa if he could take you for a moment. You thought your mother had declined, given that your ‘shift’ at the hospital wasn’t over for another hour. But to your great surprise, your mother had simply just smiled brightly, nodding with ease, before Stiles had grabbed you gently by the hand and practically yanked you all until you were in the passenger seat of his jeep.

Needless to say, it wasn’t just for a moment.

Not to mention, he’d lead you into the middle of the forest. The forest.

Stiles slows to a walk, turning round to face you with the biggest grin you’ve possibly ever seen on his face. His eyes were practically twinkling with excitement and he was constantly shuffling on his feet, obviously too happy to stay still. And as he turned to face you, meeting your eyes brightly, you glance back at him with a shake of your head, absolutely bewildered.

“Stiles,” you call, slightly breathless from the fast-paced walk he dragged you through. But, you can’t help the soft laugh that leaves your lips as you speak.  “What is going on?”

Threading his fingers through your own, Stiles shuffles back, pulling you both through a bundle of trees and bushes before he explains; “this.”

Needless to say, he doesn’t have to say anything more.

And your lips part, your shoulders falling, shock flooding your entire being when you see the sight before you. It’s... beautiful. A small gap of empty space in between all the forestry, that Stiles had set up for you. In the middle is a blanket, with a picnic basket next to it, and around you are some lanterns you hadn’t even known Stiles had, lighting up the area with a soft glow. There’s fruit and treats for the both of you scattered amongst the picnic blanket.

It looks and feels almost like something straight from a movie.

But... it’s not only that.

It’s...

Shaking your head, you try to find your words. “Stiles, is this...?”

You turn to him, a soft look to your eyes as you turn to look to him. His smile hasn’t faded, if maybe softened, as he nods.

-

“Stiles!”

“Come on, Y/N!”

You try to keep up with Stiles, not to trip over your own two feet as he all but drags you through the forest. Like a typical young boy, he doesn’t have much worry for the fact that you very well could fall and hurt yourself, but more embarrass yourself. Though, he does keep a tight and secure grip on your hand, making sure not to let you go.

You’d been off on your own, hiding from Scott like the game followed, when Stiles had suddenly came running up to you. You’re still not even sure how he found you, but he hadn’t given you much time to ask or really anything before he’d grabbed your hand and started running. He told you that Scott had been nearing you and Stiles couldn’t just let you be found like that; that he thought it was his duty to help protect you from your evil brother.

The game was stupid, and honestly, you’re not even really sure why you were all messing around. But, nonetheless...

Your heart had hammered at his words.

However now you were starting to grow tired, and honestly, you didn’t much care if you got caught anymore. This constant running was tiring and you were positive Stiles was lost because of the many random lefts and rights he’d taken. You couldn’t even hear Scott anymore, which clearly meant he wasn’t anywhere near the both of you.

“Stiles--!”

“Just... through here!”

He pulls for a little longer, pushing you through a bunch of bushes and trees that scrape along both of your arms. But it only lasts so long before you land in this opening of sorts. Stiles stops and in turn, so do you, his hand slowly falling from your wrist as your attention is grabbed by the sight around you, a small smile curling onto your lips as you glance around. The small gap is a circle created by trees and bushes surrounding the area, and quite honestly, it’s beautiful.

It’s more than that...

“It’s beautiful... It’s...--”

“Yeah...”

But when you turn to look at him, he’s looking at you.

Your cheeks flush, and by instinct, your eyes lower to your feet, shuffling slightly. Your heart flutters at the action, and you can’t fight the soft smile that grows onto your lips.

The silence only last so long before you hear the sound of Scott calling out for the both of you.

Stiles rushes forward, a bright grin growing on his face as he grabs onto your hand once more. “Let’s keep this place just for the two of us,” he whispers, so as not to alert Scott. “Not tell Scott.”

“But... if we leave, he’ll catch us--”

“I know,” Stiles nods, “but, this place...”

You understand what he means without him having to say it. And the fact that Stiles would want to have a place just the both of you... well, it means a lot. Especially because you can’t stop the fast hammering of your heart or the way it flutters when he looks at you like that.

“Okay,” you nod, “I won’t tell him.”

He smiles gratefully and then he’s pulling you back out, you chancing one last glance back at the area before pushing your way through. You and Stiles walk for a little longer before Scott finds the both of you.

“I don’t think the both of you quite understand the point of the game.”

Rolling his eyes with a smile, Stiles shrugs, winking at you before holding up his hands; “you caught us!”

-

“It’s just as beautiful as I remember...”

Stepping forward, Stiles cups your cheeks, pulling your gaze completely on him as he smiles softly. “But not as beautiful as you,” he whispers, his thumb softly brushing back a strand of loose hair that had managed to fall into your face.

You smile softly at his compliment, leaning into his touch before placing your hands over his own, still on your cheeks. “How long have you been saving that one?” You tease gently, quirking a brow with a soft laugh.

Only, Stiles never really laughs. He stays completely serious as he gazes down at you with a soft, adoring look. “Since the day we found this place,” he whispers, and his words shock you. Your lips part and you find yourself silent because you’re not sure what to say. Your heart flutters like you remember it fluttering that day, so many years ago, as you meet his eyes, gaze never wandering.

Leaning into Stiles, you choose not to say anything, already knowing he knows how much you appreciate him. Instead, you let your head fall against his chest, glancing over at the picnic he’d prepared for the both of you. “You did all this for me?” You ask softly, your arms wrapping around his waist as you hold him close against you, fingers locking at his back.

Stiles presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “I leave tomorrow,” he reminds gently, a frown curling onto your lips at the mention. “So I wanted to do something special before I left.”

You nod, “well, I love it.” And with that, you pull back, smiling brightly up at him. “I really love it.”

He quirks a teasing brow, “yeah?’

Laughing gently, you nod; “yeah.”

Slipping his hand back into your own, Stiles squeezes it gently; “let’s eat, yeah?”

You nod, following after him easily.

-

The laughter fades gently as you press a gentle kiss against Stiles’ lips, wrapped up in his arms and practically in his lap as the two of you reminisced. Conversation was easing going, as it typically was, and it was nice to spend time with Stiles without the others, even if you loved your friends, just the two of you, and without the threat of anything supernatural.

For once, things seemed to be going well. And for that, you were eternally grateful.

It had been a while since you and Stiles had gotten to be together like this. After everything the two of you been through, for all of high school, but specifically towards the end; Donovan, Theo... the breakup, and then the Ghost Riders taking him... To have even just a short while of normalcy meant the absolute world to you. Especially getting to spend it with Stiles.

You were surprised at how well the food was, the actual meal that is, knowing Stiles wasn’t a great cook. Until he confessed that he’d gotten Melissa to help him, which makes sense to you now given how easily your mom had let you go when you’d still had more to do at the hospital. It seemed like Stiles had been planning this little date for a while and basically everyone but you knew about it.

Even Liam knew.

Shifting, you move until your back is pressed against Stiles’ chest, leaning comfortably against him as his arms move to slide around your waist, holding you close. You stare at the sight before you, your mind heavy with other thoughts. It was getting dark, almost completely, and you knew what that meant. And the thought made your heart fall heavy with disappointment that this would the last time you’ll be able to be with Stiles like this, in his arms, for a while.

“I don’t want you to go...”

Resting his head on your own, Stiles sighs softly. “I know,” he whispers, “but it’ll only be for a short while, right?”

You nod, but don’t say anything, a heavy frown on your lips.

Stiles coaxes you back around, until you’re facing him and he can meet your eyes completely. His smile is soft and gentle, but warming and reassuring as he nods down at you. “I’m leaving early for school to get everything ready, but, we have a plan, right?” He reminds, smiling at you. “Once the summers over, you’re coming to Washington to come be with me, remember?”

Frowning, you nod, lowering your gaze.

Stiles’ hand cups your jaw gently, pulling your gaze back on him. “You don’t like that plan?”

“No,” you cut in with a shake of your head, a small smile curling onto your lips. “I love that plan. I can’t wait to go to Washington and be there with you,” you poke his chest gently, “but that’s just it... I don’t want to wait.”

Stiles nods. “You can still come with me,” he whispers, “we can figure it out. We can--”

“I can’t,” you cut in gently, letting your hand fall on his cheek. “You know that. There’s still stuff I gotta do here.”

He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words. “It’s not that long,” Stiles assures, and you’re not sure if he does it more for himself or you. “Just a couple months.”

“Yeah,” you mumble, trying to brighten your smile as you nod up at him. “Just a couple months. And then i’ll be there and it’ll be me and you. Just me and you.”

“Me and you.”

“And,” you add, lowering your hand as you move to poke his chest again, this time a little more aggressively, a teasing smirk curling onto his lips. “You better not let me ruin your excitement. I’ll miss you, i’ll miss you more than anything, but this is your dream, Stiles... I mean, you’re going to be training to be an FBI agent! That’s freaking awesome!”

Stiles chuckles at your excitement, shaking his head. “I honestly think you’re more excited then I am.”

“Of course I am!” You exclaim, “i’m so proud of you!”

“I think i’d make an hot FBI agent, don’t you?”

Rolling your eyes lightly at his cockiness, you shift in his lap, nodding. Still, you play into his game. “Oh, definitely.”

And the laughter lasts for a while, before it eases and the weight of the situation dawns upon the both of you once again.

Leaning forward, Stiles presses his forehead against your own, eyes fluttering as he nods. “Just a couple months,” he whispers, voice low, as your arms circle round his neck, shifting closer to him, His hands rest above your hips, fingers dipping underneath the hem of your shirt, inhaling deeply. “That’s it.”

You hum; “that’s it.”

He presses his lips against your own, and instantly, you curl into him in response. Your fingers locking behind his neck, returning the kiss with just as much force and passion as him. You mold your lips against his own, relishing in the feeling of being this close to him and being able to kiss him, knowing that come tomorrow morning, it’ll be a while before you can.

However, the feeling of his hands sliding underneath your blouse, his cold hands causing shivers to run across your body, moving to your bra, catches your attention. You pull back from the kiss both breathless and with a teasing smirk, laughing as you glance up and meet Stiles’ eyes.

“Are we gonna have sex in the forest?” You question, “in the middle of nowhere?”

Stiles shrugs; “never done it before,” he mumbles, “besides,” he shrugs. “There’s no way we’ll be caught. This is our place, remember?”

You laugh, pulling your hands back in mock surrendering; “I wasn’t objecting.” Your hands move to the hem of his shirt, pulling upwards. Stiles leans back with ease, allowing you to pull his shirt up and over his head before tossing it aside. He works quickly to do the same to you, pressing kisses against the side of your neck, nipping lightly along the way, only pulling back briefly to pull off your blouse which gets tossed off to the side unceremoniously same as his.

His hands move to the clasp of your bra, never taking his lips off of you as his kisses travel from the edge of your jaw and lower, to your collarbone, all whilst unclasping your bra, you helping somewhat along the way. You lean your head back, giving him fall access as a moan leaves your lips.

“I love you,” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair.

Meeting your eyes briefly, but full of lust and love, Stiles hums; “I love you too,” and then he leans forward, pressing his hands against your back to pull you close, “so much.”

-

Part 46?

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