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jae-sch-writes · 5 years ago

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Make It Up To You

Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (platonic), Scott McCall x Reader (romantic; not main pairing), Melissa McCall

Word Count: 1,908 (My TEEN WOLF fics ten to be longer than others, don’t they?)

Genre: flangst (my specialty)

Summary: Stiles has been ignoring the Reader, and she thinks she must have done something to warrant it. Will she find a way to make it up to Stiles, or will the friendship be lost?

Warnings: avoidance and being ignored (I’m pretty sure that’s it for this one)

A/N: I found this in my Google Drive and realized I had never posted it, so here we are. Edited by Grammarly, but any and all mistakes are my own and no one is to blame for them but me, myself, and I.

“Hey Scott, can I talk to you for a second?” you say as you approach your boyfriend in the hallway after school.

“Yeah, of course,” Scott says as he grabs some books from his locker and puts them in his book bag.

“Do you know why Stiles has been avoiding me?”

“I don’t think he’s avoiding you. Maybe he’s just been really busy,” Scott said as he grabbed your hand and the two of you began to walk toward the locker room.

“No, he’s definitely been avoiding me. If I go somewhere he is, as soon as I walk in the door, he seems to be done with whatever he’s doing there and leaves. The only place he hasn’t done that was in history today, and I have a feeling he would have left if he could have.”

“Y/N, maybe it’s just coincidence. Stiles is a busy person who usually has issues with staying still, in a good way, obviously, you know that.”

“I know, but still. I can’t shake this feeling that he’s definitely avoiding me and it kinda hurts. I just thought since your his best friend and the pack leader, you would maybe know something.”

“Sorry, I wish I could help more, but I have to get to practice.”

“Yeah, I get it,” you say. “Hey, do you think I could stay and watch your practice? I wanna be able to catch Stiles after.”

“Of course it’s okay. I’ll try to make sure he stays so you can talk to him. Then I’ll give you a ride home after, okay?”

“Thanks, Scott.”

“Dude, what’s going on with you and Y/N?” Scott asked in the locker room before practice.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about man,” Stiles said as he pulled on his practice jersey.

“She says you’ve been avoiding her.”

“Nah, I wouldn’t say ‘avoiding’. More like ‘staying as far away from her as possible’.”

“Stiles…” Scott began, “you need to talk to her. She’s really hurt that you haven’t talked to her.”

“Scott, I can’t do it, okay? You don’t wanna know why either. Just trust me on this, okay?”

“Stiles, I do trust you, but my girlfriend, one of your best friends, is hurt. You can’t keep this up forever.”

“Yeah, I know,” Stiles said, “but I can try.”

“Y/N wants to talk to you after practice. At least come and listen to her,” Scott said as the two went out to the field.

“Yeah, fine. I’ll listen to her.”

“Thanks, man.”

After lacrosse practice was done, Scott met you in the parking lot with Stiles.

“Here ya go, Y/N. Stiles is here to listen to you, and you will, won’t you Stiles?” Scott asked Stiles and he just nodded.

“Okay, Stiles, I don’t know why you aren’t talking to me or why whenever I walk into a room you walk out. I don’t doubt that you have a good reason for ignoring me because you always have a good explanation to back your actions. I just want to know what that explanation is. So please, Stiles, I’m begging you, tell me why you’re ignoring me. Just tell me, and then I’ll leave you alone.”

Siles just stood there in silence, staring at the ground. He couldn’t even look at you, that’s how much he knew he had hurt you.

“Fine, I see how it is. Whatever the hell I did, it seems to be so bad that you won’t even tell me what I did. So, whenever you decide to talk to me again, please do.”

You started to walk away with tears in your eyes. You had no idea as to what you did to deserve the cold shoulder from Stiles, and now you were even farther from finding out how you could make it up to him.

“Wait, Y/N!” Scott called. “I said I would give you a ride home, remember?”

“It’s fine Scott. I think I’ll just walk home now. Thanks though.”

“Dude, what the hell was that?” Scott said with both anger and confusion as soon as you were out of sight.

“What? I said I would listen to her. I never said anything about actually talking to her.”

“If you won’t tell her, then you gotta tell me, Stiles. I need to know why you won’t talk to her. I won’t tell her, I promise, but after what I just saw, I need to know, Stiles.”

“Y/N, honey what’s wrong?” Melissa asked when you walked through the door with tears streaming down your face and without Scott.

You said nothing as you wrapped your arms around Melissa’s neck and held on tightly. She didn’t say anything, she just held you in the way she knew you needed to be held.

You could have gone home to your own parents, but you preferred Melissa. She seemed to understand you better. It probably had something to do with the supernatural issues that she knew about since you and your own parents never had the whole “my boyfriend’s a werewolf” conversation.

“Okay, for me to help you, you’re gonna have to tell me what’s going on,” Melissa said as she looked into your bloodshot eyes.

“Stiles won’t talk to me and I don’t know what I did wrong!” you cried.

“Okay, come on,” Melissa whispered as she pulled you to the couch. You curled up in a ball and lay your head on her lap.

“Do your parents know you’re here?”

“Yeah, I gave them a call on the walk over,” you say quietly as Melissa began to run her fingers through your hair. Before you know it, the reigns of sleep pulled you into darkness.

About an hour later, Scott and Stiles walked in the door and Stiles was holders a container with your favorite ice cream.

“You two better have a good explanation as to why I was the one to comfort your friend,” Melissa said as she pointed a finger at Stiles, “and your girlfriend,” she pointed to Scott. “She came here crying her eyes out and now she’s passed out on the couch. You two. Explain. Now.”

“Mom, I swear, we can explain. Stiles was telling me why he hasn’t been talking to Y/N,” Scott started.

“Yeah, and then we were coming up with ideas for me to make it up to her,” Stiles continued.

“Fine. Scott, get Y/N upstairs and into bed. Stiles, you’re gonna stay right here. I have a few things to say to you.”

Scott carefully picked you up and carried you upstairs to his room and Stiles stayed with Melissa, slightly terrified of what was to come.

Once Scott was upstairs, Melissa turned to Stiles.

“Okay, spill. What the hell happened between you and Y/N?”

You were asleep in Scott’s arms on the bed when Stiles came upstairs.

“Dude, your mom is not happy with me,” Stiles said when he entered the room.

“Well, yeah. It’s my mom we’re talking about, and the topic is Y/N. What else did you expect?”

“Nothing I guess. Dude, let’s just wait to talk to her tomorrow. She’s asleep and I really rather not wake her. Then she’ll be even madder at me.”

Scott fell asleep on the bed with you and Stiles lied on the floor at the foot of the bed. He felt so bad about the situation that he didn’t even let Scott make something for him to sleep on. Stiles was awake all night trying to come up with even more ways to make up for what he had done.

When you woke up the next morning, your first thought was “coffee”. However, Stiles stopped you before you could get out of Scott’s room.

“Y/N, I really need to talk to you,” Stiles said as he blocked your access to caffeine.

“Funny, considering you didn’t even want to utter a word to me yesterday,” you gritted through your teeth as you tried to get past Stiles.

“Please, Y/N. Just let me explain. I want to make it up to you, okay? I really do. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you. Please, please, please. Just let me tell you what happened.”

“Fine, but first, you have to go get me coffee.”

“Of course. I’ll be right back.”

Stiles rushed out of the room and came back about ten minutes later with a cup of coffee in his hand. You were sat on the desk and after you received your drink, you stared at Stiles, waiting for him to tell his tale.

“Okay, so back when I was being possessed by the nogitsune, I hurt you. I didn’t want to, I hope you know that, but I still did. That… that thing had my thoughts. It wanted to hurt as many people as it possibly could, so it chose you to be the victim. If it hurt you, it knew that it would hurt the rest of the pack, especially Scott, since you’re his girlfriend. It would hurt Melissa, too, because everyone knows she sees you as a daughter, and me because I consider you to be one of my best friends. Y/N, I am so sorry for treating you the way that I did. I just knew I wouldn’t be able to face you after what I did, so I avoided you. I am so, so sorry.”

“Stiles,” you said quietly,” it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t do anything. It was the nogitsune’s fault, not yours. Yeah, sure, it might’ve been your body, but it wasn’t your consciousness. I know you wouldn’t hurt me intentionally. Sure, maybe you didn’t handle the situation in the best way after it happened, but now that I know why you did what you did, I’m not as upset about it.”

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

“Just be my friend again. That’s more than enough for me.”

“Deal,” Stiles said as he pulled you into a hug. “We did bring ice cream home last night; want some?”

You nodded your head and Stiles went to get the ice cream. You sat by each other and watched a movie on Netflix as you waited for Scott to wake up.

When Scott finally stirred awake, he saw the two of you sitting next to each other, laughing at whatever joke was just said in the film.

“Good, you guys made up. Now, Stiles, what are you gonna do to say you’re sorry.”

“I’m just gonna be her friend again, man. She told me that was enough.”

“Are you telling me that we came up with a whole list of things you could do, and you’re not going to do any of them?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you,” Stiles said with a smirk.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Aw, Scott,” you said as you walked over to him and placed a kiss on his cheek, “you could still complete that list. You know I wouldn’t mind.”

“And you know that I love to spoil you.” Scott wrapped his arms around you and pressed little kisses all over your face.

“Come on you two. I thought this was gonna be about me finally talking to Y/N again,” Stiles whined.

“You’re right. I’ve missed you, Stiles,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah, I’ve missed you too,” Stiles said before wrapping both you and Scott in a hug.

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