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andreafmn · 3 months ago

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 22

Word Count: 3.1K Warnings: depictions of violence, mentions of blood

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

A/N: falling back in love with this story 🤭 just need the same motivation for my Criminal Minds fic 🫣

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That was it.

That moment was either kill or be killed.

Realization dawned upon everyone at the same time, the air in the room shifting as everyone understood what needed to be done. Even the Kanima had his own rules to carry out. Whether they wanted to or not, they had to fight Jackson, and someone had to come out of it alive.

Isaac’s grip tightened around (Y/N) as the creature unhanded Allison, its sight set on the other Argent girl. Meanwhile, her father stood between her and the creature in a protective stance. Even without a loaded weapon, he would not let more harm come to his daughter. It was clear Gerard had given Jackson a quiet command and he couldn’t ignore it.

But once free, Allison reared back and elbowed the Kanima in the face, breaking his gaze before he pushed her to the ground and out of the way. His eyes fell back on (Y/N), a murderous glint in his irises. He was tasked to kill the girl, and he wouldn’t stop until he completed his goal.

Suddenly, Stiles’ powder blue Jeep crashed through the wall, colliding straight with the Kanima. “Did I get him?” he asked, his eyes tightly shut.

His question was answered as Jackson jumped onto the car, scaring him and Lydia out of the vehicle. Stiles ran to Scott while Lydia faced the lizard version of her ex-boyfriend. As scared as she was, she knew what she had to do, obviously aware since before she came upon the creature. She dug into her pocket for a key, her head facing away from the Kanima, too afraid of his form to stare and bracing for his potential strike.

“Jackson,” she muttered as she showed him the key, stopping him dead in his tracks.

The creature’s eyes focused on the item. Suddenly, it was the most important thing on his mind. He no longer felt the uncontrollable need to kill; there was only him and his memories. It wasn’t the key, of course not, but what that little gold thing meant.

Right before everyone’s eyes, the scales started to disappear from Jackson’s body, revealing the boy under the murderous lizard. Lydia had always been the answer to their Kanima problem; they just didn’t know.

The boy stumbled back as his body continued to revert, and in the blink of an eye, Derek sprung from the ground toward him, and Peter appeared from his back, and they both dug their claws into Jackson’s stomach and back, respectively. They raised him off the ground, sinking deeper before setting him back down. Blood pooled in his mouth, and his stance faltered as weakness took over him.

Lydia was quick to help him stand, her teary eyes focused only on him. “Do you…,” he tried to speak. “Do you still…?”

“I do,” she whimpered as she nodded. “I do still love you.”

The redhead kept repeating the words as a mantra as Jackson closed his eyes and his body grew limp. They both fell to the ground as the weight took over the girl, but she never let him go. Instead, she cradled his body close to hers, whispering her goodbyes to the boy who had been her first love.

All their friends could do was stand and stare as they watched her lay him gently on the ground, witnessing the last traces of the Kanima disappear from Jackson’s face. They had gone so far and done so much, only for Derek to get what he wanted in the end.

But they were in Beacon Hills. There, sometimes, the dead didn’t stay dead for long.

As they worried about Gerard’s sudden disappearance and Lydia turned her back to Jackson, the sound of nails scraping the concrete echoed through the room. He raised from the ground and revealed the most unexpected of turns. The bite had taken, and Jackson had finally gotten what he wanted. He was finally a werewolf. And, most of all, he was alive.

“Don’t mean to break this beautiful moment here,” (Y/N) muttered. Lydia and Jackson had shared in an intimate embrace as they celebrated his reanimation and her confessions. “Still sort of bleeding out here.”

“Oh my god, (Y/N),” Allison said as realization dawned upon her. “I-I…”

“You can save your guilt for a later time,” the girl groaned. “Right now, I need to stop the bleeding.”

“Here, munchkin.” Henry ripped two strips from the bottom of his t-shirt, using them as a tourniquet for her leg and shoulder. “That should keep you stable until we get home and get you stitched up.”

“(Y/N), I’m…”

“It’s fine, Allison,” (Y/N) said through gritted teeth. “We can talk later. I just… I need to get out of here.”

“Take my car,” Chris interjected. “I’ll go back home with Allison.”

“Yeah,” she muttered, shame eating away at her mind. “I’ll see you later, I guess.”

(Y/N) started to limp away with the help of her father and Isaac, ignoring the burning gaze of Derek. She could tell he wanted to reach out, to be the one helping her to the van. But he had burned that bridge with a torch and gasoline. If he ever planned on rebuilding it, he’d have to do it from the ground up.

The girl groaned with every step she took, her limbs aching and pulsing. Isaac helped her into the SUV, clicking her seatbelt for her, careful to avoid her injuries. “I can go with you,” he whispered. “Meet you at the house?”

“You should stay with Derek for now,” she said. “My mom’s gonna probably be at the house and Erica and Boyd have to be there already. I’ll send them over as soon as I can—given they actually went there.”

“But…”

“I’ll be okay, Isaac,” she assured with a weak smile. “I’ll see you later today, okay?”

“She’s in good hands, kid,” Henry said as he sat on the driver’s side of the car. “We’ll let you know when you can sneak back into the house.”

“You, uh, you know about that, sir?”

“Not much happens in my house that I don’t know about,” he chuckled. “And I know Brody is not the one eating the food in my kitchen.”

“Oh, uh, um...”

“It’s okay, Isaac,” Henry smiled. “I don’t mind. There’s always space for anyone that needs it at my house. You can stay over any time—except when my wife is at home. She’s not as generous.”

“Uh, thank you, sir,” Isaac mumbled. “I appreciate it.”

“Guys, this is a beautiful moment,” (Y/N) interrupted, “but still bleeding here.”

“Right,” her father chuckled. “We’ll let you know when you can come over.”

The car ride back home was quiet at first. Henry sped through the streets, rushing to get to his house and take care of his daughter. He knew her condition wasn’t worrisome, but it didn’t stop the concern that flooded his mind as (Y/N) grimaced and groaned from the pain. But he knew all she needed was a bit of conversation to distract her mind.

“So, you and Isaac seem close,” Henry teased. “Is he the boy that had you questioning our family’s beliefs?”

“What? No,” she quickly replied. “Isaac and I are just friends, dad.”

“Does he know that?”

“Dad…”

“I’m just saying, kid,” he chuckled. “He seems to really care about you.”

“And I care about him, but we’re just friends,” (Y/N) assured. “It didn’t really work out with the person I was talking about that day. He, uh, wasn’t who I thought he was.”

Henry turned to look at his daughter. She no longer was the little girl who could barely see above the dashboard when in the front seat, or the preteen who would live with headphones on her ears. (Y/N) was closer to adulthood than she was to her younger years, even if he couldn’t think of her as anything other than his baby girl. She was growing, and with that came many challenges they would have to face together.

“Is it Derek?” the man continued to inquire. “Gerard mentioned something about it tonight.”

(Y/N)’s gaze fell to her leg, fiddling with the soaked fabric. “Yeah,” she sighed defeatedly. “I mean, nothing really happened between us, but it still ended.”

“Derek Hale, huh? He’s been quite the character in our family’s story.”

“Yeah, sure know how to pick ‘em,” the girl chuckled awkwardly. “Didn’t even get to become a problem for the Argents. Over before we even began.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Henry asked. “You don’t have to, of course. But it can help you make sense of everything.”

“I don’t… he just said something that he can’t take back,” she shrugged, sinking into the seat. (Y/N) considered telling her father the entire story. From the dreams to the agreement she had made with Derek, she wanted him to know everything. But if he could keep his secrets, so could she. At least until they all erupted to the surface. “We just don’t work, I guess. No point in really delving into the whole thing.”

“Well, I’m here if you wanna talk about it, kid,” he said as he killed the car’s engine. “Let me help you out.”

Henry rounded the car and took his daughter in his arms, carrying her inside.

The house was quiet and dark, save for a light in the kitchen. There, Rebecca was serving a wine glass for herself. As (Y/N) came into view, the glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the ground, spilling liquid as red as the blood that stained her daughter’s skin.

“What happened?!” she exclaimed as she ran to her daughter. “I thought you were supposed to stay away from this.”

“She wasn’t gonna work with the hunters,” Henry said as he set (Y/N) on a stool by the kitchen island. “Doesn’t mean she wasn’t gonna help her friends.”

“Did they do this to you, (Y/N)?” Rebecca worried. “Did those things hurt you?”

“No, mom,” (Y/N) scoffed. “This is the work of Allison. You know, your niece who was hellbent on getting the local pack to avenge her mother. Yeah, she did this.”

“No… Allison wouldn’t.”

“She did,” Henry confirmed. “Gerard was real proud.”

“Come on, she’s family,” the woman continued to argue. “Allison wouldn’t do that to you.”

“We can stay here and argue about what happened to me,” (Y/N) sighed, “or you can help me with these wounds. Just stop. Please, mom.”

Rebecca hurried to the cupboard under the kitchen sink. She pulled out the first aid kit and quickly set to work on her daughter. First, she cut the leg of her pants, sliding it softly down her leg, careful not to disturb the wound. The girl’s thigh was covered in dried blood, fresh droplets still coming out of the cut. Thankfully, the knife hadn’t gone deep enough to nick any veins, but it had caused enough damage to drench her jeans and her skin with blood.

The woman cleaned the skin surrounding the wound, mindful of her daughter’s jerks and winces as she worked. Once the area was clear she glued the skin back together with a liquid bandage before doing the same with the girl’s shoulder. Finally, she covered both wounds with a waterproof bandage and gave her daughter two ibuprofen pills.

“Why don’t you head up to the shower and go to bed, honey?” Rebecca said as she put the items away. “We can all talk calmly tomorrow. It’s been a long night already.”

“Yeah, are you asking me or telling me?”

“Okay, kid, let’s get you upstairs,” Henry said, stifling a laugh. “There’s gonna be a lot to unpack tomorrow.”

“Alright, I get the hint,” (Y/N) said as she got off the stool, careful to keep her weight mostly off her hurt leg. “Good night, guys.”

“Do you need any help?”

“I think I can manage.” She tested her steps, making sure she could at least make it to her room without help. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Alright,” Henry said before kissing the top of his daughter’s head. “Let me know if anything changes during the night, munchkin. I don’t care how late it is.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” (Y/N) limped toward the staircase, pressing her nails into her palms as pain shot up her leg and through her arm. She knew she should have asked for help, even if it was just to her room. But she had felt useless enough. “Night, guys.”

“Good night, honey,” her parents called out.

The girl mustered all the strength she could to make it all the way to her room. Part of her hoped Erica and Boyd had made it to her house. But as soon as her doorknob turned without any fight, she knew they were not there. All she could do was hope they at least were somewhere safe. Maybe they had gone through their plan of skipping town. Maybe.

Instead of two teen werewolves inside her room, she was met with an expectant Brody. In the blink of an eye, he had jumped off her bed and was by her side, whimpering as he noted the star of her body. He nudged her healthy leg softly, his eyes focused on hers.

“Hey, buddy,” she chuckled painfully. “I’m alright, boy. Just gotta get all this dirt off.”

Brody merely whined in response, clearly worried for his owner.

“I’m okay, bud,” (Y/N) smiled weakly. “We won tonight. Yeah. We won.”

She wasn’t sure if those last words had been to calm her dog or if she had to convince herself. They’d merely won a fight, but she could feel a war coming in. Something no one was ready for.

But she couldn’t worry about the future just yet. Not when the present was still so fresh.

After sending Brody to her bed, (Y/N) hurried to the bathroom. She set her change of clothes on the bathroom sink before ripping the dirty clothes off her body. The fabric had darkened with her blood, making it cling to her as it dried. Both items were unsalvageable, already cut and sulked by her wounds. They were evidence of a fight well fought but they reminded her of all she had done wrong.

(Y/N) set the shower to run hot before she allowed the stream to over her aching body. As the water came close to singe her skin, she allowed the tears to fall from her eyes, one of her hands flying to her mouth to muffle the sobs that escaped her.

Her mind kept replaying the night. She had started off strong with her fight back at the school. Hell, she had felt invincible then. When she had helped Erica and Boyd escape, she was sure the night would be filled with nothing but wins. But all it took was one wrong move and she’d allowed Allison to incapacitate her for the rest of the fight. If Stiles and Lydia had not burst in, she would have just become a burden to her friends. All the training and records she had broken had meant nothing. Not when a simple knife to her leg was enough to take her out of the running.

Then there had been Derek. She couldn’t get the gut-wrenching look of betrayal he sent her out of her mind. As much as he had hurt her, she didn’t want to hurt him. Yet, she knew Scott’s plan inevitably would. Derek was too married to the notion that the only way they could defeat Jackson was by killing him, but in doing so, he’d unravel too many knots that had already been tied.

When she had gone to see Scott after the fight in the sheriff’s station, (Y/N) had been sure she’d be leaving his house on Derek’s side. But there she learned just how much was at stake, and to beat Gerard they had to start playing his game. He had begged her not to tell Derek, knowing the alpha would find a way to get the Argent man exactly what he wanted. Knowing how much they could lose in the process, she had agreed. She didn’t tell anyone.

Much like she had done for her pain since she was a little girl, she kept it all inside. The girl shielded everyone around her from her fears and her sadness, too afraid to let them be consumed by the darkness that hid within her—in her mind and her heart. It was that very darkness that she was afraid would eat away at her when she least expected it. The void that lived in the chest of every Argent, waiting dormant until it was its time to wake.

(Y/N) had seen that darkness in Allison that night, but it had started its consumption many nights before. It had chiseled away at the barriers of her mind, clouding her thoughts with ire and vengeance. That night, it was the darkness that had sunk its knife into (Y/N)’s body for standing in the way. She couldn’t blame her cousin because she knew it all too well. It had visited her in her dreams, and it had been biding its time until it could have a taste of her too.

The water had grown cold by the time it had finally run clear. Ache returned to her muscles as the temperature dropped, and she knew her laments had to stop, too. No good would come from being alone with her thoughts, spiraling down an endless tunnel of dread.

At that moment, there was only one person that her mind drifted to for consolation. Regardless of what he had done and what he had said, she had grown to find comfort in him—his arms, his touch, his lips. And at that moment she needed that solace.

But he had made things clear, and no phone call or message could change his mind.

At least that’s what she thought.

(Y/N) left her bathroom, ready to sink into her cold bed and fall asleep to Brody’s gentle snores. She left the mess of dirty clothes on the floor—a problem for the morning. All she wanted was rest. Just rest.

She hadn’t expected to find Derek in the middle of her room, welcomed by an excited Brody. He was petting the dog and singing him praises when he noticed (Y/N) coming into the room, making him stop dead in his tracks. “(Y/N), I…” he started, unsure of what to say. “I know I shouldn’t be here, but after tonight I just had to see you, make sure you were okay. I can go if that’s what you want. I just…”

(Y/N) didn’t let him finish. She ran to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, letting herself come undone in his arms. Words be damned, hurt be damned. All she wanted was that moment. She allowed herself to sob into his chest, melting into his embrace like she had done before, and she cried. She cried until she didn’t remember if she had stopped.

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myocsfanfictions · 1 year ago

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TEEN WOLF FANFICTIONS

The Vengeful Deciever

[Fanfictions other Fandoms]

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z0mbie2b0y · 6 months ago

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So I have a teen runaway/ on the run (which I will explain in another post) Au with the pack (also TW for the mentions of Survivor guilt, alcohol and child neglect and abuse) and I wanna say the most likely their reasons why

Erica: she probably thought she was a burden to her family

Jackson and Lydia: to most likely escape the ideas of who they should be/ what there parents wanted them to be

Stiles: most likely thought that he was a burden to his father (this could be because of his father's issue with alcohol so maybe John said something when drunk)

Allison: to get away from her family views and them pushing her to be something she's not

Issac: to get away from his dad's abuse and wanting to find a place where he could belong

Scott (AU where his dad is around for high school): he probably thought he was the only thing keeping his mom with his father so maybe he thought if he wasn't there his mom could leave/ be free(his father was most likely an Alcoholic who was maybe more verbally abusive and maybe physical when he was over the deep end)

Boyd: he blames himself for his sister going missing and maybe he experienced child neglect as a result

Derek (Teen Derek AU BTW): some of the Hales survived and he blames himself for the loss of his father, some of his siblings, Peter's Fiance and adopted children, and for Peter being in a coma. So he thought if he wasn't around the wound that he made would finally close up.

#teen wolf #hale pack #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek x stiles #derek hale #erica reyes #vernon boyd #au? maybe?#runway #don't do this #but you do you #I don't control you lol #lydia martin #jackson whittemore #issac lahey #scott mccall #allison argent

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nightingale2004 · 8 months ago

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Teen wolf next generation: Jackson x Ethan version

Aiden Robert Steiner Whittemore

Faceclaim: Spencer List

He and his twin sister were adopted by Jackson and Ethan in London

Oldest twin by a few minutes

He takes after Ethan

Like Jackson, he is a Kanima, but he is not a hybrid

He loves his sister but always has to keep her grounded when she loses it

Part of the Hale pack

They used to live in London until his family moved to Beacon Hills when he and his sister were kids and got closer to both the McCall pack and the Hale pack

On the lacrosse team

More strategic than physical

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Emily Valentina Steiner Whittemore

Faceclaim: Peyton list

Younger twin

She takes after Jackson

She is aggressive and has a bad temper

She's a werewolf like Ethan

She and her brother are the protectors of the Hale pack

She plays lacrosse and goes to the Dunbar gym in Beacon Hills as an outlet for her anger

She also goes to anger management

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aloneatpeace · 1 year ago

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 10

Isaac watches as you and stiles and guy he didn’t know get inside stiles jeep and drew away. You didn’t come in today’s chemistry class you and him are paired up to do upcoming project on organic chemistry for the next week.

“You good man?” Isaac turns to see Danny and Harley walking to towards him to get their bicycle. He node at danny.

“Hey you guys are friend of y/n, right?” he asks danny and Harley, they both node at him

“Yeah, why you ask?” Harley asks him

“It’s for the project, right? You paired up with her right?” danny voiced and Isaac node at him “I tell you what she sucks at organic chemistry and you both need to start now if you want to finish it at least the day before submitting”

“Yeah, you and her usually get paired right?” Harley question looking at danny he node at her

Isacc frowns “is that why she didn’t come to class today, she doesn’t like chemistry??” danny shrug

“No, I had assignment due today she was helping with it in the library. Sorry” Harley said “I have her number I can give to you”

“No, I have it”

“Well, you better tell her now” danny offers before starting to walk away with Harley

“yeah “

“Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?” stiles asked as you and set derek on a chair

“It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.” Derek tugs his Henley and toss it away

“Why?” you asked

Derek weakly said” Cause I'm gonna die without it.” His face pales

Gagging stiles step away from him “Okay, you know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of...”

Panting derek look down at his wound “When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me.”

Exasperatedly stiles look at derek then glance at you with a worried look “Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?”

“no one is going to die; you just hang on till scott comes” you said calmly even though the sight of his arm makes your stomach turn.

Derek glance at you for a moment before standing up “If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time-- last resort.” And look through the cabins

“Which is...?”

“One of You are going to cut off my arm.” And toss the cutting machine to the table

You and stiles look at derek as if he grown two heads groaning “Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?” stiles ask

“It'll heal... If it works...”

“Derek just wait okey scott will come we don’t have cut of your arm” he just shook his head you throw your hands in the air

“Ugh. Look, I don't know if I can do this.”

Derek impatiently looks at stiles “Why not?”

“Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!”

“You faint at the sight of blood?”

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!” stiles yell he felt like throwing up imagining it “I’m gonna throw up” he gages and flee out the room

“Stiles wait” when you try to follow stiles derek grab your wrist halting you

“You have to cut my arm off” Derek’s face was pale sweating and cloudy eyes you shake your head and derek moan in pain, pulling you closer “if you don’t, I will die”

You take derek face in your hands unknowingly your eyes shifting brightest green that derek ever seen, in haze he got lost when he felt sudden relief from the pain stiles also come in when in when he heard no sound came from the room you turn to stiles “you alright?” stiles node at you

Derek suddenly turns to side and vomit blood making you and stiles sick to the stomach now you felt like you’re going to puke. Seems like watching gore in movies does not help at all

Gagging at the sight of blood stiles exhale “Holy God, what the hell is that?”

“It's my body... trying to heal itself...” derek look up to you with an unreadable look on his face, internally derek struggle to come up with questions did your eyes really change? The relief and effect of sudden triggering in heal factor caused by you? Did you do it purposefully? Seems like you don’t know? Or was it all his mind playing trick on him

“Well, it's not doing a very good job of it.”

“Now. You gotta do it now.” Derek urgently pushes the saw towards you both you

“Look, honestly, I don't think I can—” panicked stiles look at you

“Just do it!”

“Okey, I’ll do it” you said making stiles sigh. You don’t know where did the came from but you grab the saw and look at derek he gives you a node and Shakely take a breath

“Oh, my God.... All right, here we go... hold him steady” you ask stiles and he move to derek side and close his eyes shut as you bring the saw down to his arm

The sound of scott yelling your name make you pause stiles yell his name out loud, scott came to the room and stunned to see you standing with a saw in hand as stiles hold derek arms down on the table

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Cutting his arm off” you said with a smile

“Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares!” stiles said joyously

“Did you get it?” derek ask

“What are you gonna do with it?” you and stiles ask at same time

“I’m gonna... I'm gonna...” he weakly said next thing you know that derek falls unconscious on the ground

“Oh god” you mutter as kneel down next him

“No! No, no, no, no...”

“Derek! Derek, come on, wake up!” panic settle in the three of you

“Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?”

“Clam down stiles, scott did you get the bullet?” you ask as you lightly tap on derek cheeks to wake him up “wake up Derek? Dude wakes up”

“I can't reach it!” scott anxiously said

“He's not waking up...” stiles said look at in panic “what do we do?”

You now aggressively start to tap his cheeks. “Come on...”

“I think he's dying... I think he's dead!” stiles yell at scott

“Just hold on! Come on...” scott let his nails grow and try to grasp the bullet “Oh! I got it! I got it!”

“Please don't kill me for this.” Muttering stiles hit derek on his face as you watch in half in amusement and anxiously. But it did the work derek wake up as stiles shake his hand in pain. You and scott pull up derek

“Give me—" derek take the bullet from scott’s hands and break down the bullet, letting it lit he takes the that and rubbed in wound, you three watches with wide eyes as the wound completely heal up all the blood and darkened vein disappears.

“That. Was. Awesome!!! Yes!!!” stiles cheers throwing his hands up

“Are you okay?” scott asks

“Well, except for the agonizing pain...” derek sarcastically said making you frown at his attitude, derek groan at your judgmental eyes and sighs “I’ll live”

“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health...”

“Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that? And, if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything—” scott said after the conversation with argent family he is conflicted where there he should trust, clearly alison doesn’t know her family business is werewolf hunting. kate maybe after anyone who associated with derek then again, she kind of suspicious of him, you are already in her raider and it won’t do you no good

“You’re gonna trust them? You think they can help you?”

“Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are.”

You and stiles sigh as the two bickers “guys we talked about it can we not fight again”

“I can show you exactly how nice they are.”

“What do you mean?” scott asked puzzled and glance back at you and stiles.

“What are we doing here?” scott asks as you and him back behind derek, stiles didn’t want to come as he felt nauseous, scott not so subtlety asked you to come with him

“Who is he?”

“My uncle-- Peter Hale.”

“Is he... like you? A Werewolf?”

“He was. Now, he's barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school, and our house caught fire. Eleven people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor.” Derek turns peters to towards while scott gasp at peters half burned side you watch it silently

“So... what makes you so sure that they set the fire?” scott asks you grip his wrist silently pleading to don’t say anything stupid

“Cause they're the only ones that knew about us!” you wince at derek’s angered voice

“Well, then... they had a reason...” awkwardly he answers glancing at you, you shake your head at him making him frown

Scotts words only made derek more annoyed and angered that much clear “Like what? You tell me what justifies this. They say they'll only kill an adult, and only with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire. This is what they do. And it's what Allison will do”

“What are you doing? How did you get in here?”

“We were just leaving.” Derek grab both off you and exit the building. You three get into the elevator with silently. You pinch scott in his arm and point to derek who watching you two through the reflection.

Apologies you mouthed to scott eyes narrow at derek, derek watch the two with frown, God the three of you are stupid. Scott shook his head you lightly hit him and glare at him making him sigh

“I’m sorry for being insensitive about what happened” scott earns a proud smile from you as derek look at him with blank face. You give him a thumbs up to continue “like we talked earlier we both need each other, so let’s not fight more”

“Yeah, lets starts with breaking up with alison” derek state

“Derek, she doesn’t know anything about what her family does. Why should I break up with her?”

“You are a werewolf and if she is not her family is hunters that’s why” derek walk out the elevator and you and scott follow him.

“Alright can we all stop for moment” you said when you all get out everyone’s eyes ears “you guys we are going back to circles here. I thought its clear that we need each other. So let stop the fighting. Can I talk to you in private?’” you ask scott he node at you glance back at derek “don’t vanish we have to talk”

You look at scott with tired eyes “I hate to say this but scott you are acting like entitled prick here” scott gasp at this derek also surprised at your admission but you quick to continue “what were you thinking when he was literally dying, he is an asshole but we can’t dismiss his life as if it was not valuable at all. What happened to derek family was not okey, and if that’s happened to you would you able to handle that all alone” scott look down in shame you are right and that’s hurt you take his hands in yours “I’m not blaming you for the way you handling things, I’m just asking what if in derek place its you and you lost mom and us because of the argents wouldn’t you be hold grudge against them” he node at you “that’s just it is, and now you are turned by this alpha that we know nothing about and your bloodlust and all we needed derek, you need derek,scott and I thinking its time we all accept that fact”

“Yeah?” you ask him one more time swinging your interlocked fingers

“yeah”

“Come here” you open your arms to hug him, scott bring his hands down your waist holding on tight, he tucks his face in crock of your neck closing his eyes and let out a sigh. You run your hands through his hair letting out a chuckle “what would you do without me”

He smiles into your hair “probable die”

Derek watch as you both share your affection towards each other with a bitter sweet feeling, he doesn’t remember when someone hugged him with pure love and affection. Seeing you, stiles and scott share pure innocent affections remained him all things he could have if he all the bad things didn’t happen in his life. He embarrassed to be envy of them.

“Are you both finished?”

You glance at derek with a cheeky smile “why do you want one?”

“don’t make me throw up again” he glares at you but you just smile back to him annoying him further

“Anyway, wanna tell us who shot you?” you ask crossing your arms Infront of your chest

“Kate argent” derek said voice lased with venom dripping before nodding at you “the one who meet the other day”

Your eye wide as well as scotts “you meet her?”

“Yeah, she is kind a creepy” you shudder involuntarily “did she suspect you or anything when you were at the argents?”

“Well, it was pretty…. Intense to say the least”

“So now that you’re not dead, what are you gonna do other than threaten us” derek give you unimpressed glance before glancing at scott.

“You will help me find the alpha”

Scott perplexed at this frown “how??”

“Yeah, he can’t we properly control himself, how are you going to do that?”

“that’s I will teach you how, and you will lead me to him that’s all you need to know now” with that he gone without any other words.

“That guy needs to work on his communication skill” you shook your head.

“So how did you meet kate?”

“After dropping of mo.…. Your mom food, I saw them outside the hospital” nonchalantly you answer scott give you smug smile “what?”

“You know you can call her mom right. I wouldn’t mind and I’m sure she would be delighted too” a boyish grin was plastered on his face. He knows you see his mom as mother figure and she treated you such as the same with stiles, but you where special to her, she loved painting your nails and dressing you up and doing your hair all the little things. But you being you afraid of losing what you have never tried to break the boundaries.

You roll your eyes at him “whatever, I’m going home now”

“Yeah, I’m going to check on mom then” he emphasized the word with a cheeky smile.

Bonnie goes to her grandmother the incident at the carwash shocked bonnie to the core, she could have hurt someone. Bonnie looks for you but doesn’t find you she doesn’t know how to tell you this would you be afraid of her? Will you treat her differentially. But you said there is supernatural out there she was skeptical even if saw the marks she was clinging to the normal life as much she can but now, she feels like it’s all over something new coming. Maybe you and grams where right from the start she might me a witch.

Bonnie look at her grams with desperation “I don't know what's happening to me.”

“I know, dear.” She embraces bonnie running hands down her back

“Oh, Grams.”

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Part 3: Blue Handprints

Teen Wolf : Multishot

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 12.2k

Warnings: series rewrite, season 1 {aka 2011}, slow burn, friends to lovers, eventual pining, eventual NSFW, usual teen wolf levels of violence and gore, bloody wounds, intense drunken flirting, heart conditions, health problems, lightheadedness, fainting

Request: This just came from my own head 😊

Part 2: A Lacrosse Boyfriend

Part 3: Blue Handprints {You Are Here}

Part 4: Ollie's Catnip

Mr. Harris walks down the aisle of students, having just given his sentiments to Jackson Whittemore. “Everyone, start reading chapter nine.” He makes his way to the chalkboard, “Mr. Stilinski, try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It’s chemistry, not a coloring book.”

Stiles rolls his eyes, blowing the yellow lid from his lips and catching it easily in his hand. Instead, he turns to the phone in his pocket, sliding it out to peer at any new messages. He frowns – there were none.

Bouncing his foot on the bar stool, Stiles huffs before leaning towards the fellow lacrosse player in front of him. “Hey, Danny. Can I ask you a question?”

“No,” was his immediate reply.

“Well, I’m going to anyway. You have homeroom with (Y/N), right?”

Danny sighs, trying to read his chemistry chapter. “Yeah, what about it?”

Stiles leans closer, “Was she in class today?”

“No.”

“Has anybody been talking about what happened at the video store last night?”

“Listen, I’m sorry your little girlfriend hasn’t been texting you…”

Stiles’ stool squeaks as he fidgets, “She’s not actually my…”

“… but I’m not the one to look to next. Shouldn’t you be asking Scott?”

“What do you mean girlfriend?”

Danny grips the sides of his textbook with his fingertips, “Just some things I’ve heard on the lacrosse field when she’s there.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles was leaning so far forward that he suddenly found himself falling to the tile floor.

“To the principal’s office, Mr. Stilinski,” Mr. Harris says in a loud, firm voice. “Don’t forget your highlighter. You can finish coloring the rest of the textbook in detention.”

Stiles wasn’t in the mood for a fight, and besides Mr. Harris didn’t give him a detention slip. This meant that he could sneak out and spend the remaining minutes of the period goofing off.

Or trying to contact one of his friends.

He dials Scott’s number as he leaves class and makes for the parking lot, “Scott! Finally, have you been getting any of my texts?”

“Yeah, like all nine million of them.”

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?” Stiles steps into the sunshine and shades his eyes with a hand. “Lydia’s totally MIA. Jackson looks like he’s got a time bomb inserted into his face, another random guy’s dead. And (Y/N) was mauled last night and had to go to the hospital. You have to do something about it!”

Scott was mumbling, “Like what?”

“Something!” Stiles jogs towards his car, hoping to escape any patrolling school staff.

“Okay, I’ll deal with it later.”

Stiles shoves his phone in his pocket as the line went dead. If Scott wasn’t going to help him, then the next best thing was to visit you. While you also weren’t answering his texts, he figures the reason is because of your parents.

After some rest, maybe you are stable enough to answer some questions.

He’s able to sneak his jeep out of the parking lot without any witnesses. The drive to your house is becoming more routine, and he finds it easily. Without even thinking about it, he went to the front door.

It opens to reveal Angela Westbrook. “Oh!” she says with wide eyes, “Stiles Stilinski?”

“Yeah,” he says awkwardly, pointing finger guns at her, “Front desk Westbrook.”

“You haven’t gotten in any trouble have you? You’re supposed to be at school.”

Stiles furrows his brow, “What? No. I’m… I’m here to see (Y/N).”

Angela looks curious, “(Y/N)? I hadn’t realized you two were friends.”

“I was at the video store with her last night.” Stiles tries not to take offense.

“You saw what happened?” she asks, instantly frantic.

Stiles waves his hands around, “No! No, she called me, and I went to help with my dad.”

“She called you first?” It was Angela’s turn to try not to take offense.

“Yeah, my dad pulled me away before you guys showed up.” He slides his hands into his pockets. “So… I can see her?”

Angela puts a smile on her face, “Of course. But not for too long. She still needs her rest.”

He nods, walking inside for the first time. He took note of the piano in the living room, the family pictures on the mantelpiece, and the sound of a little jingle bell. It was coming from the collar of a large gray cat following them up the stairs.

“You have a cat?”

Angela gave a breathy laugh, “He’s (Y/N)’s. She needed a… well, a friend while being homeschooled, I guess.”

Stiles bangs his shoulder into the wall trying to watch the cat follow them. Angela knocks on your door, “(Y/N), sweetie – there’s a Stiles here to see you.”

You were sitting in bed, reading a book and warming your feet underneath a blanket. “Hey, Stiles!”

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Angela says with a smile, clasping her hands together. “Just… no funny business.”

“Mom…” you say quietly. “Just leave the door open.”

Once your mom leaves, the cat jumps onto the bed and puts his front paws on your thigh, raising himself to get a pet on the head. He was large with fluffy gray fur and big blue eyes.

Stiles walks over, playing with his fingers. “How are you?”

“Fine,” you sigh, scratching the cat behind the ears, “I’ve been a little on edge.”

He observes your face with his investigative eyes. Your skin was dull, a blue tinge beneath your eyes, even your lips look a little off color. He lingers on that last detail longer than he should.

“How was the hospital?”

“The usual,” you run your fingers down the cats back and up the tail. “Any more stress and I’ll get more bodily damage. I’ll be bed bound… blah, blah, blah.”

Stiles swallows hard, “I think that blah sounds pretty important.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t heard my whole life,” you wave him off. “How are Lydia and Jackson?”

“Lydia is home and Jackson came to school, although I’m pretty sure he needs to be put in a coma to sleep off his pent up feelings.”

You smile grimly, “Understandable.”

Stiles scratches his shaved head, unsure of how to ask about the video store but knowing he’d have to be careful. He chooses to sit on the bed across from you, crossing his legs and licking his lips. “So… uh – what’s his name?” he points to the cat.

“Oliver,” you smile, “Sometimes I call him Ollie.” The cat was purring against your hand, whiskers perked. “I’ve had him for a couple years. He’s my best friend.”

“That’s what your mom was saying,” he says, watching the cat keep his fluffy tail in the air. Blue eyes found him sitting on the mattress.

You grimace, “Sorry about that. My mom can be…”

“She’s great,” he says quickly. “I thought you slept a little last night.”

“I did,” you say, “Thanks to you.”

The back of his neck suddenly feels hot, “You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

“The thing every girl wants to hear,” you smile. “Like I said, the hospital wasn’t happy with me.”

“(Y/N), I’ve been doing some research…” Stiles picks at his fingers again. “And you saying there’s something wrong with your heart; and the surgery scar you have…”

You run a delicate finger up the bridge of Ollie’s nose. He closes his eyes and pushes his head into your finger. “I knew you’d do that.”

Stiles licks his lips again, mouth dry, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it.”

“I know,” you sigh, “What did you find out?”

“I think you have some kind of tachycardia,” he looks at you with soft eyes, his eyelashes framing them. “That’s something that would make you faint and could weaken your heart if it happens too often. I’m not sure what the surgery was though… I’m assuming it was to stop your heart from getting too weak.”

The room felt heavy, but it was a comfortable heaviness, as in you weren’t afraid to talk to Stiles. “You would be right,” you nod, “I was born with a heart defect. It was an atrioventricular canal defect. It means there was a hole in the wall between my heart chambers. The hole made it so blood flow wasn’t controlled well. I had a surgery to fix it.”

“Just last summer?”

“One of them, yeah.” You smile at him like he knew you were still hiding things. “This is a deep conversation for another day, Stiles.”

“But…” he presses on, leaning forward, “If you fixed the heart defect, you shouldn’t have any heart problems now, right?”

You shrug, “Things happen.”

“You’re not going to tell me anything else today, are you?”

“You got my one personal thing of the day. You know I had a congenital heart defect and now I have ventricular tachycardia.” Scratching under Oliver’s chin, you sigh, “I’m sure you’ll do more research on that later.”

Ollie continues to purr and put Stiles in his line of sight. With soft paws, he walks across the covers and perches on Stiles’ knee.

Stiles wasn’t sure what to do, his hands shooting into the air.

“He doesn’t bite,” you laugh, “He just wants a pet.”

Oliver’s tail swishes around the covers, and Stiles lowers a hand. The cat rubs the top of his head into the palm. “He’s so soft.”

You rub your arms, “He’s a great judge of character.”

“(Y/N), the other thing I wanted to ask…” Stiles continues to pet the cat, enjoying the purring immensely. “… was about last night.” He doesn’t like the way you gulp. “What happened?”

“Well, Arnett decided not to show up,” you shrug, “Big surprise. Still hurt though.”

Stiles mutters something that sounds a lot like, “Piece of shit.”

You retell the events leading to the lights flickering on and off over the dead store manager. “Then there was this growling. Like an animal.” A waver enters your voice and goosebumps blossom on your bare arms.

Oliver senses your change of mood and returns to your side, nuzzling your knee.

“I only got a few seconds to look before…” you gesture to the bandages on your left shoulder, “It was some kind of… wolf.” Your watch lit up with a reading from your heart. The rate was rising exponentially.

“Okay,” Stiles says, scooting closer, “That’s good. I’m sorry that happened.”

“Did your dad say anything about it? Were they able to catch whatever it was?”

He sighs, “No. We haven’t found anything. They think it was just a wild animal attack.” He was itching to touch you again, hold your hand and calm you down again. He wanted to protect your heart. “You’re safe here. You have Ollie to protect you.”

That made you smile, and Stiles took great pride in that.

“Did you wish Allison a happy birthday before skipping school?”

Stiles watches your heart rate lower on your watch screen, “I didn’t know it was her birthday.”

“It was kind of a secret,” you pick up Ollie, resting your face against his head. “Lydia and I decorated her locker yesterday after school.”

Stiles smacks his forehead, “That’s where Scott is! That idiot probably took her out for her birthday. No wonder he’s been avoiding my texts.”

There was another knock on the door, “Sweetie, it’s time to change your bandages.” Your mom was there with fresh cloth and something antibiotic.

“I can do it,” Stiles says, “(Y/N) can tell me what to do.” He rolls off the bed, tripping over his ankle as he stands straight.

Angela raises her eyebrows at you, but you nod. “Okay, but if you need help please call me. I’ll just be in the kitchen.”

Stiles awkwardly took the supplies from your mom, mouthing a thank you before returning to the bed. “You’re really going to have to help me with this one.”

You grimace, “It’s not going to be pretty.” You pull an arm out of your pajama top to reveal a tank top underneath, one strap hanging off the large white bandages on your shoulder. Stiles flexes his fingers.

“I should wash my hands probably.”

“I have hand sanitizer in my nightstand,” you giggle, already starting to pick the medical tape off the edge of the bandage.

He cleans his hands, helping you remove the bandage. You hiss as he lifts it from the wound, blood weeping from the gashes. Stiles has to stifle a groan of disgust.

“God,” he mumbles, “It still looks so fresh.”

You suck in your lips, amused by his expression, “I didn’t realize you were so queasy around blood.”

“It’s not that,” he threw the old bandage in the garbage. “It’s just it’s… you. I hate seeing you with this.” He looks closer at the claw marks, taking some gauze and catching some pinkish fluid seeping out.

You fidget as he touches the red, irritated skin under the wound. “It still hurts a lot.”

“It’s still bleeding and… wet,” Stiles frowns.

“It’s called serous drainage,” you laugh at his look of shock, “It’s a normal part of the healing process. But too much can be a sign of infection.”

“It might be infected,” Stiles says immediately. “This is a lot.”

You wave him off with your other hand, “We’ll wait to see if I have a fever.”

“Just saying, it would explain why you look like a dead man walking.”

“You’re just full of compliments today, aren’t you?” But you were smiling as you say it.

~~~

A few days later Stiles was sitting in his morning English class, staring at the seat that you normally occupy. He was flipping his phone around his fingers, waiting for your next reply.

He was angry and biting the inside of his cheeks.

“It’s not his fault,” you text.

“He bailed on the date night, and you end up getting mauled. And then he bails on conferences and my dad gets hit by a car. Tell me again how he’s not a shitty friend?”

You take a minute to answer, “Those were all accidents. You can’t prove Scott being there could’ve stopped anything.”

“Yeah, it still would’ve been nice to have him be there.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t of.”

Stiles knits his brow at your message. “You’re hurt. I’m not upset about you not being at conferences. Besides with your luck that mountain lion would’ve went for you.”

“You still don’t think it was the same animal from the video store?”

“I trust you. If you say it was a wolf, then it was a wolf.”

Scott comes walking into class, sheepish in how he sits behind Stiles. Shoulders tense, Stiles sits resolutely forward, closing his phone and avoiding his best friend. Scott sighs, frustrated at more than just himself.

“Can you at least tell me if your dad’s okay? I mean, it’s just a bruise, right?” He was grasping at straws, “Some soft tissue damage?”

Stiles was running his tongue along the bite marks inside his cheeks.

“You know I feel really bad about it, right?” Folding his arms, Scott tries to explain himself, “Okay, what if I told you I’m trying to figure this whole thing out, and that I went to Derek for help?”

Stiles stops his eye twitching to grumble, “If I was talking to you, I’d say that you’re an idiot for trusting him. But obviously I’m not talking to you.”

As the bell rings, Stiles leans forward and contemplates the new development in Derek’s involvement. He stares at his phone lighting up with a new message from you, “Go easy on him.”

He grits his teeth, angry at his curiosity getting the best of him. He whips around, “I still haven’t forgiven you for not being there for (Y/N).”

“I get it,” Scott looks hopeful. “I really do.”

“Lately she’s been there for me more than you have, which is saying something considering we used be connected at the hip. I get this werewolf thing happened and then Allison and now a Derek/Alpha thing… but you don’t just abandon your friends. If anything you should be closer to them when things get hard.”

“I’m sorry, Stiles,” Scott mutters, “I’ll stop by (Y/N)’s place and check on her, alright? I know she deserves better… and that she means a lot to you.”

Stiles sighs heavily through his nose, drumming his fingers on the back of his chair. “Okay. What did Derek say?”

Throughout the day Stiles concocted a plan to help Scott with his anger issues. He spent classes thinking about heart rates and helping Scott avoid Allison as much as possible. After spending a quick minute in Coach’s office, they met outside on the lacrosse field.

“Okay,” he pulls out a heart rate monitor, “Put this on.”

Scott grabs it, “Isn’t this for the track team?”

“Yeah, I borrowed it,” Stiles says.

“Stole it.”

Offended, Stiles set his tone, “Temporarily misappropriated. Listen, I got the idea from (Y/N). She measures her heart rate through her watch, and it sends her readings through her phone. It’s easy to connect through a health app. And you’re gonna wear that monitor for the rest of the day.”

“And it’s connected to your phone?” Scott says, putting the monitor on.

He pulls out his phone and went to the health app, “Yeah, you know your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you’re playing lacrosse, when you’re with Allison, whenever you get angry. Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate.” He shows Scott his screen, “See?”

There were two different heart rates being monitored on the screen. One being Scott’s and the other one being…

“Are you watching your own heart rate?” Scott asks, “Who’s that one?”

“I don’t know, doesn’t matter.” Clearly having messed up, Stiles shoves his phone in his pocket and starts riffling through his duffel bag of supplies.

Scott has a smirk on his face, “It’s (Y/N)’s heart rate, isn’t it.”

“Shut up.”

~~~

After a quick getaway from another heart rate experiment, and a few cuts and bruises for Scott, the pair of them drove to your house for an apologetic visit.

“Dude, you got to wipe all that blood off,” Stiles says, “You look like a murder victim.”

“It’ll stop in a second. I’ll heal no problem.”

“Let’s hope her parents are still at work.”

In front of your house, Scott wipes his nose, hoping you wouldn’t notice too much. The injuries were already healed, it was just the leftover blood that he needed to wash off.

It took a few minutes for anyone to answer, and Stiles checks his phone. Your heart rate is slightly elevated.

The door opens slowly, and everyone has a gasping reaction.

“Oh my god, Scott,” you say in a shallow voice, “Why are you covered in blood?”

Stiles’ mouth was gaping as Scott fumbles for words to say, “Uh, I might’ve gotten in a fight at school. Someone got a bloody nose and… I got it on me.”

If Stiles thought you looked like a dead man walking a few days ago, he didn’t realize how worse you would look today. That bluish tinge to your under eyes was deep and the purple of your lips was like looking at a corpse. Your ashy skin was speckled with sweat around your temples. You look sick… really sick.

“(Y/N)…” Stiles says, hands starting to tremble as he reaches for the door, “What…”

“Let me get you another shirt,” you say tiredly, backing away from the door. “My dad has some old Saturday t-shirts in the laundry room.”

“Are your parents here?” Scott asks, following you and Stiles inside. A quick sound check told him that they were the only ones home.

You sound as though it was hard to breathe, “They’re still at work. I convinced my mom to take her evening shift today. She’s been staying home all week because of me.”

The sight of you shuffling side to side, tank top and shorts on under a robe – the robe tie dragging on the ground – hair falling out of a wild bun… it was disheartening. What was wrong with you?

Scott could smell something. Something sickly. “I don’t need another shirt, (Y/N), really. I just wanted to check on you.”

You turn around in the hallway, ghostly in the dimly lit space. “Oh? That’s kind of you.”

“I know I’ve been kind of distant,” he continues, eyeing the worry enveloping Stiles. “And I want to change that. Life has been chaotic, but I want to make time to see you.”

“Thank you,” you smile, “But I’ve been in good hands.”

“Clearly not good enough,” Stiles says, “When was the last time you changed your bandages, (Y/N)?”

You shrug and then grimace at the movement, “Sometime yesterday.” You were swaying on your feet and Stiles took a step forward, prepared to catch you.

“Let’s take a look, yeah?” he says calmly, “Let’s sit down.” He guides you to a dining chair while directing Scott to check the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. “You don’t look so good.”

“So you keep telling me, Stiles,” you smile again, “You need to work on those compliments.” You struggle to pull your arm out of the robe sleeve.

“Here, let me.”

While he pulls out your arm, apologizing for causing any discomfort, he mumbles things to distract you as he takes off the bandage. “I like your pajamas.”

White fabric with little lemons and mint leaves printed on them, along with a robe of fuzzy summer fruits. It was just so you. If only he could still smell that wonderful fruity shampoo from your hair.

“Thank you,” you groan as he removes the bandage painfully.

“Oh my god,” he chokes.

The wound underneath was red and aggravated. It was still weeping blood and whatever fluid you had mentioned before. The center of each deep claw mark had a purple-blue color, and he didn’t like how venomous it looked.

Scott appears beside you, following that sickly scent to your shoulder. It smelt worse than infection, it had a familiar tang to it. Something wolfish about it. That terrifies him. “I’m going to call Derek.”

“What?” you and Stiles say at the same time.

“I have a feeling he’ll know what to do,” he eyes Stiles, pulling out his phone, “Don’t bandage it until he looks at it.”

“Is something wrong?” you say feverishly, looking at Stiles with half-closed eyes. He chooses to focus on your face instead of your wound. But his eyes were no longer a honey brown or an amber whiskey.

They were steely like fossilized tree sap.

“I think you just need some extra strength Tylenol,” he jokes, “Or a rabies shot.”

“God, my mom is never going to let me leave the house again if I don’t stop getting sick.” You hang your head, sweat speckling the back of your neck too. Stiles gingerly puts a hand to your back and rubs up and down your spine.

“You’ll get better, I promise.”

“You’re such a liar,” you cough, “I’m not going to get better. This is what it’ll be… just worse and worse.”

Stiles didn’t like the hurt that was developing in his chest. That inflation feeling in his ribcage came full force but was threaded with hurt. It hurt to see you like this.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nonsense,” you say with sorrow, “Don’t listen to me. I’m sick.”

Scott returns with determination in his step, “Derek’s almost here.” He kneels beside your chair, a hand on your good arm. “This is my fault. If I was there for you then this…”

“It’s not your fault, Scott. It’s not a crime to not want to third wheel.”

“What do you smell?” Stiles whispers under his breath. You have a difficult time concentrating enough to hear him.

Scott mutters something back, “Nothing good.”

“Should we take her to the hospital?”

Derek comes walking into the house, “This isn’t something the hospital can fix.” His nose crinkles at your exposed arm. “She was clawed by the alpha, right?”

Stiles waves a frantic hand, shushing him while Scott mouths at him to shut up.

“You guys are idiots.” Derek looks angry, “You haven’t told her anything yet?”

“Told me what?” you lift your heavy head. “Derek?”

The boys pull Derek aside and quickly whisper a conversation.

“Did the alpha do something to her?” Scott asks worriedly. He’d feel even worse if your injury was a result of his werewolf business.

Derek folds his massive arms, “If an alpha scratches a human and it makes a deep enough cut, the werewolf change could happen.”

Stiles chokes on his breath, “You mean she could be transforming!?”

“It doesn’t have to be a bite?” Scott whisper shouts.

“What the hell are we supposed to do?” Stiles pulls at the ends of his shaved hair. “Why is it making her so sick.”

Derek sighs heavily, “Because her body is rejecting the change. It’s trying to fight off the spread of infection. It’s impressive really.”

“You mean she might be fine?” Scott asks, “She’ll get over it?”

“Maybe,” Derek shrugs, “It could just kill her.”

Stiles swallows thickly, “Tell us how to help her.”

“You just have to let the infection run its course. There aren’t any werewolf antibiotics out there for a wound like that. Tell her to sleep it off.”

“Sleep it off?” Stiles says incredulously. “That’s the best you got?”

“I have other pressing matters. Including a meeting with your boss, Scott.”

Scott took a pause, “What has my boss got to do with anything?”

“I’ll let you know when I finish interrogating him.” Subconsciously or not, Derek was flexing his arms in a way that made him look gigantic.

Scott wasn’t intimidated, “If you lay a hand on Deaton…”

“He’s already in the trunk,” Derek says blandly, “You interrupted my questioning before I could finish.”

“Oh my god,” Scott mumbles, chest tight with oncoming rage.

Stiles was flailing his arms around like they were limp noodles. “Hello! Did we forget the sick-because-of-alpha-claws girl right behind us. Let’s handle one problem at a time.”

Derek was already out the door, “(Y/N)’s fate isn’t my problem. And Deaton isn’t your concern.”

“It is considering he’s my boss!” Scott follows him outside.

“Alright, Scott, you want answers?” Derek spins around on the lawn, “Those spirals you’ve been asking about… it’s our sign for a vendetta. It’s revenge. It means he won’t stop killing until he’s satisfied!”

Scott gawks at him, “You think Deaton’s the alpha!?”

“We’re about to find out.”

“No! Derek, listen. There’s another way to draw out the alpha. I’m connected to him remember?” Scott sounds desperate and on the verge of growing claws. Stiles stands on the porch, anxious to keep you from hearing any of this. “I can try to get him to reveal himself.”

“And how do you propose to do that?” Derek has a steely blue tinge in his eyes, almost as if they were glowing.

Scott looks around him, jerky in his head movements as he tries to create a plan, “Just give me an hour and then meet us at the school. I’ll call to the alpha and we’ll see if there’s a response.”

Derek, rippling with rage, seems to consider. In the next second he growls under his breath and goes to his car. Scott took that as he was in agreement with the new plan.

He turns around to see Stiles giving him a death glare, hands stuck under his armpits as if he’s stopping them from throwing punches.

“Are you forgetting about our teensy-weensy other problem, Scott? Maybe our other friend currently dying inside?”

“She’s not dying,” Scott says as he stomps toward the house again.

Stiles shoves his shoulder as he walks past, “I don’t feel right leaving (Y/N) here while we go tango with the alpha at the school.”

“We could call her mom,” Scott suggests, making his way back to the dining table.

“She’ll hate that,” Stiles mumbles, meeting him at your chair. He kneels beside you again, careful as you were dozing off. Leaning against the table, your chin rests in your hand – your mouth slightly open as you take small breaths.

Scott shrugs his shoulders, “Well, then who do we call? All our other friends are occupied with themselves.” It suddenly dawned on him that he was supposed to meet Allison for a study date. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Finally realized that did you?” Stiles says sarcastically, “Who else do we trust?”

“Someone from the lacrosse team?” Scott says with a wince, “She’s gotten close with a couple of the guys there.”

A flicker of red hot flame licks up Stiles’ side. “Sure, yeah – one of the potential lacrosse boyfriends.”

“Oh please, we could call Danny,” Scott waves him off. “Although Andrew Wickstrom would probably be more willing.”

Good guy Andrew Wickstrom? Stiles did not like that idea. Not because he was just another blockhead lacrosse guy… but because he was genuinely a nice guy. And the possibility of you falling for him was very high.

“He’s better than leaving her here alone,” Scott says, going through his phone. “At least until her parents get off work.”

Stiles curses him, but he agrees. He rests one of his hands on your good shoulder, “(Y/N), hey…”

You stir in your daze, “Where’s Derek?”

“He left, don’t worry,” was his reply. Licking his lips he starts to prepare fresh bandages for your shoulder. “Listen, Andrew is going to come look after you until your mom gets home.”

“Who?”

“Andrew Wickstrom? From the team,” Stiles says, trying to keep the disdain from his voice. “Scott and I need to handle something at the school. And you need to stay here and get some rest.”

He applies pressure on your shoulder with disinfected gauze and you gasp with pain.

“You just have a 24-hour bug,” he continues to distract you. “And in the morning you’ll be right as rain, I promise.”

“Again you’re such a liar,” you smile painfully.

He loves your humor. “I’ll come check on you when we’re done. Just don’t go falling in love with this guy, alright?”

You laugh, “No promises.”

~~~

You were cuddled on the couch, pulling up your favorite forest green blanket to your chin. You try to fix your hair bun, but it was still falling out in wavy strands. The television was set low, a true crime miniseries on.

Andrew returns to the living room, a gatorade in an iced glass with a straw. He went back to his spot on the ground, propped against the couch arm and near your head.

“Did I miss anything?” he lifts the glass over his shoulder and directs the straw between your lips.

You take a few sips, humming your thanks. “I think the husband did it.”

“But there was all that text evidence showing how the wife verbally abused him. I think he’s a scaredy cat.”

“That doesn’t mean he couldn’t have lashed out and killed her.”

He grins, “You’re way into these true crime cases.”

“They’re interesting,” you snuggle further into the blanket, “And I like to see the medical side of things.”

“Can I check your fever?” he gropes under the pile of supplies Stiles had left them and found a thermometer. He brushes your wispy fly-aways into your bun and put the thermometer to your forehead. After it beeps he looks at it, “102.3, that’s a little high.”

“We don’t need the hospital until it’s 105.”

He got comfortable again, crossing his arms. “It’s weird. I hadn’t imagined the first time we hang out was going to involve playing nurse.”

“I appreciate it, really,” you say tiredly. “It’s nice of you to spend your night here. I’m pretty sure my parents would pay you like a babysitter too.”

“It’s no problem,” he smiles, dimples showing. “I don’t mind. I like this, spending time with you. Even if you are super sick.”

You giggle but end it in a cough. “You know I was kind of hoping you’d come talk to me at lacrosse practice.”

Andrew turns so he’s facing you cross legged on the ground, “No way.”

“A perk of TAing for Coach is that I get to watch all you handsome lacrosse players play,” you wink, “I might’ve had my eye on you a couple of times.”

“I’m flattered,” he grins back, “You were always surrounded by a crowd, and I wasn’t sure you wanted another guy forcing his way in.”

You prop your head up a little, “You wouldn’t have needed to force yourself in. I would’ve just welcomed you.”

He bows his head, brown curls hanging in coils. “I wish I would’ve figured that out sooner. Maybe our first night together would’ve had you feeling better.”

“No, this is better,” you smile, “This is more memorable.”

“So you wouldn’t mind if I asked to see you again…” he rubs his hands awkwardly on his knees, “… outside of school.”

“Please!” you say, “I’m so sick of being stuck at my house. Any plans I can look forward to is a blessing.”

He fixes the edge of your blanket, pulling it up a few inches. “Then I’ll think of something really fun.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” he plays with his hair. It’s cute. “Maybe something with a bookstore.”

Your sunken eyes widen a bit. “How did you know I like to read?”

“It might’ve been the book you always have with you at school,” he laughs, “Or the time Coach yelled at you because you were reading in the bleachers instead of grabbing more helmets.”

“Well, if you’re buying then I won’t say no to a bookstore.”

Andrew grins, a beautiful smile with his curly hair and warm, green eyes. “It’s a date.”

~~~

“It’s a what?!” Stiles was whispering as loudly as he could.

You were sitting up in bed, limp and frail but with a little more life in your cheeks. “I think he asked me out on a date.”

Scott shut the window behind him, “That’s great, (Y/N).” You miss the pitying look he sent Stiles’ way.

“What did you say?” Stiles asks, sitting on the bed next to you.

You shrug, “I kind of just smiled and we kept watching the true crime.”

“Oh god,” Stiles grumbles, “You’re going to fall in love with him.” He watches a blush rise in your cheeks, “No… no – there’s no falling in love right now. You’re just getting over a fever.” He starts to fan your cheeks, making you laugh.

Scott pulls your desk chair over, “But you do feel better?”

“Completely – Andrew cured me!”

“It was that gatorade I left.”

You try to hide a smile, “Or it could’ve been the goodbye kiss.” Stiles jumps on the mattress, slamming the headboard into the wall. You smack his arm, “God, Stiles I was kidding. My fever just broke.”

“How did your parents take it?” Scott asks. He seems a little put out in comparison to earlier that day.

“My mom was really grateful.” You flicker your eyes between the pair of them. “So are you going to tell me what was going on with Derek visiting to check on my wound?”

“Oh, you know…” Scott says instantly. Stiles was flapping his gums like a fish out of water. “He’s seen animal attacks considering… his sister… was killed that way. He just said to sleep it off.”

You lean against the headboard, nearly shoulder to shoulder with Stiles. “Well, he was right.” The jumpiness in Scott’s fidgeting made you suspect some lying. It irks you to know that there were still secrets they were keeping from you. “Hey, I thought you and Allison had a study date. What business did you have at the school?”

“Um…” Scott was picking at his fingernails, “That’s where I decided to surprise Allison with our studying.”

Your brow knits, “But the school is closed and locked at night.”

Stiles has his hands running over his head, “Scott, the others are going to tell her what happened.”

“Meaning?” you nudge Stiles with your shoulder.

Scott was full of conflict, whipping his eyes between different spots in the room. “Derek told us of a hunch that led us to the school. He spotted that monster wolf you saw at the video store. Allison got a strange text that might’ve come from Derek too.” He looks to you with slight panic, “It told her to meet me at the school. She was with Lydia and Jackson, so they came too.”

“I crashed my car and everything trying to get away,” Stiles says, trying to cover all their assets.

“I missed quite the party,” you whisper, searching for tells of his lying in the words.

“We were chased and attacked. A janitor died. We weren’t sure if it was the wolf monster or Derek.”

You lean away from Stiles and he darts his head to you, “I thought Derek was innocent of everything.” An ache was in the pit of your stomach, it made you feel empty and distrustful. It was plain how much they were hiding from you.

Of course you were also being a hypocrite because you hadn’t told them everything either.

“There might be more evidence,” Scott tries to continue.

“Like what?” you fold your arms, “You have any proof?”

Stiles was piecing together you shrinking away from them, “Enough that we called my dad in on it.”

“You know, I’m tired,” you say, “I think you guys should go.”

The boys share a look, and you miss the worry enveloping Stiles’ face. He pulls his wide shoulders inward to avoid touching you.

“Sure,” Stiles says, “You’ve had a long day.”

“We’re glad you’re better,” Scott adds, standing to open the window again. “Hopefully you’re well enough for school on Monday.” He slides himself outside while Stiles stops at the sill.

He licks his lips, a habit of his especially when he’s thinking. “Hey, listen, I’m going to try to fix my jeep this weekend. If you’re free maybe we could do it together.” He wipes his hands along his pants, fidgety in how he was looking at the floor, then at you, then at the floor again. “It’s no problem if not.”

You nod but avoid looking at him as he slips out. You sit there with your peachy lamp on, upset and confused. You like Scott and Stiles. They were some of the first friends you made when you started public school. Stiles had been so attentive and gently nudged you to be more open.

But the achy feeling of emptiness in your stomach was becoming more prevalent. It had been an on and off feeling since getting to know the boys. Stiles had been swooping in to calm your nerves with small nuggets of truth.

A few more lies and you weren’t sure it was worth it anymore.

A couple of days later and fully recovered from your infectious fever, you eat lunch on Saturday afternoon. Your dad slides a BLT your way and sits down with his own.

He nibbles on a piece of bacon, “Any plans for your post sickness weekend?”

“Catch up on the homework Allison brought me,” you take a sip of soda, “And try not to kill Scott for hurting her.”

“Are they okay?” Tom asks.

You shake your head, “She broke up with him. He snapped at her when she was scared. Kind of a dick move.”

“Language.”

“Sorry,” you grimace, wiping the tired from your eyes. “I’m mad at him too.”

“What a dick,” he says, winking at you.

It makes you smile, “I know he means well. I think he’s just being a stupid teenage boy.”

“Having been a stupid teenage boy myself I can vouch for him.” He eats the larger pile of bacon on his plate, “What about that other boy that visited the other day?”

“Stiles?” you sigh, “I’m upset with him too. I think they’re hiding something from me.”

Both you and your dad say at the same time, “Stupid teenage boys.”

“But that Andrew is nice,” your mom enters the kitchen, gardening gloves in hand. “I like him.”

“You like that he was taking care of me,” you roll your eyes. “You know Scott and Stiles were here doing that same thing earlier that day.”

Angela went for the shoes she wore in the garden by the back door, “Do they know about your heart?”

“I told Stiles some things and he’s told our other friends,” you shrug, “Just about the heart defect and my tachycardia.”

Your parents nod – your dad finishing his lunch much faster than you, “That’s better than nothing. I feel better knowing you’re out with kids that can help you if you feel faint.”

Your mom leaves for the backyard and your dad goes to get you another can of soda.

“Maybe I’ll stop by Stiles’ place today.”

“The Sheriff’s house?” Tom says, “You must not be that upset with him.”

You stand, your heart stuttering, “Eh… I’ll let you know if I need a getaway driver.”

The walk to Stiles’ house was long but nice with the California sun out. Your skin soaks up the warmth, unstiffening your bones from the sickbed. The birds twitter past and trees shimmer their leaves above you.

If your mom knew you were walking such a long way, she would have given you house arrest. But you monitor your heart rate through your watch the whole way.

The house was a little shabby but homely. It screams ‘bachelor pad’ in more ways than one. The grass was trimmed, but the flowerbeds neglected. The BBQ was greasy with use and left out in the open. The house was tidy but nowhere near clean. The old décor was most likely remnant of Mrs. Stilinski, and the boys don’t dare change it.

Stiles was running out of the door, tripping down the steps when he saw you. “(Y/N)! You came.”

You nod, hands in your jean pockets, “I wanted to see the damage.”

The jeep was in the driveway, towed there the night of the school attack. The hood was laying on the concrete and completely smashed in.

Stiles jogs up to you and looks about ready to give you a hug, but you keep your arms down as a signal. He scratches at the back of his head instead.

“I just picked up a new hood from the junkyard. And my dad helped me buy a new battery.”

“What happened to the old one again?” you look inside the engine and see more duct tape than rubber tubes. “Do you usually fix this guy up yourself?”

“Uh, yeah,” Stiles had a funny look on his face, hands on his hips, “It’s cheaper that way. When I hit the school sign it crushed the battery box. It needed to be fully replaced.”

You give him a side eye, “You hit the school sign?”

“I was in a hurry to escape, okay,” he says exasperated, throwing his arms down limp at his sides. He was always lanky and fidgety. “I have spray paint in the garage for the new hood.” He looks at you with a hesitant gaze, “Do you want to help?”

You fold your arms, trying to hide a smile. “Do you have a tarp for the paint?”

“Why would I need a tarp?”

A small laugh escapes you, “Your dad will thank me later. Come on.”

The pair of you lay an old blue tarp down and set the junkyard hood on it. You convince Stiles to sand the metal and prime it before the paint. Thankfully the jungle that was the garage held nearly all the equipment you needed.

“I think it’s funny you have the exact shade of blue you need for your jeep,” you say, shaking your head. “Makes me think you need to touch it up more often than not.”

“If you’re making some kind of assumption about my driving skills, you’re wrong. I happen to be an excellent driver.”

You shake the spray paint can, ready for last touchups, “Anyone is an excellent driver when they’re the only driver in the friend group.”

“Excuse me?” he says with mock offense, screwing his face up comically.

“You’re not exactly comparing your skills to Scott and me since we don’t have cars,” and in a moment of weakness you point the can towards Stiles.

“Hey, woah!” he held up his hands, getting a blast of blue paint on his palms and fingers. “Mayday! Mayday! Paint in mouth!”

You start laughing, shaking the can some more as Stiles spits at the grass. His hands and forearms were coated in shiny, dripping paint.

“Now you’re in for it.”

He ran at you, hands outstretched. You didn’t fight it much as you squeal at the cold wet paint. He hugs you from behind and starts rubbing his hands all down your sides and front, coating your arms and shirt.

He was careful to avoid your chest. “There, now we’re both a masterpiece.”

“Wait a minute,” you say, out of breath from your giggles. You raise a coated finger to his rosy cheek and write your initials, “There. An artist always signs their work.”

He blows out a choking breath, shivers prickling the back of his neck. He has to clear his throat before doing the same to you, raising a long finger to your cheek. A double ‘s’ is painted along your cheekbone, beneath your sparkling eyes.

“Should we put the battery in while the paint dries?” you were closer than you thought, just inches between you. You could have sworn Stiles flickers his eyes down to your lips, no doubt smeared with paint.

“S-Sure,” he stutters, wiping at his nose, “It’s right over here.”

You help lift the heavy black box and slide it into the car. You giggle at the blue handprints all over the battery sides.

“I’m sorry, I’ll get a wet rag.”

“No!” Stiles grabs your arm, “I like it. Let’s let it dry. Our signature touch.”

You look at your handprint on the top and Stiles’ on the side below yours. “Whatever you want, Stilinski. This is your jeep.”

“Damn right,” he mumbles, connecting wires, “This baby needs to last me through college.”

The duct tape didn’t look very promising, but you had to admire his persistence. “I’ll get the topcoat ready then.”

It took another hour to get the hood ready for screwing in. You help with holding tools and holding pieces in place. Stiles makes sarcastic remarks and tries not to swear when he pinches a finger. You laugh at his jokes and ignore the unevenness of your heart rate.

When the hood was in place and the spray paint on your skin dry and cracking, the pair of you walk inside for some lemonade.

Stiles keeps staring at his initials on your cheek. “Thank you for helping me. It wouldn’t have turned out half as good without you.”

“It was fun,” you nod, a hand to your chest. A pain was flaring there. You try to breathe past the tightness, “I think I need… I need a second.” Your watch beeps the exact same time as Stiles’ phone.

You share a confused glance with the boy as he blabs, “I can explain!”

“One second,” you say, leaning forward and closing your eyes. You nearly collapse in a dining chair, and a moment later you feel large hands on your knees, squeezing gently.

“Try to ground yourself,” he whispers to you, “Remember… what do you hear?”

It takes you longer to answer, holding your chest like it’ll keep your heart there. “The refrigerator running. Birds outside. And your heavy breathing.” You crack a smile despite the frantic fluttering in your chest.

Stiles scoffs, “And what do you feel?”

“My heartbeat,” you put your free hand on top of Stiles’, curling your fingers around his. “Your hand. And the cracking spray paint.” It was getting easier to breathe.

Stiles was rubbing his thumb along the inside of your knee. His own chest was inflating again, that powerful warmth that only happened when he was near you. His throat bobs as heat floods his cheeks – thankfully he was covered in spray paint.

He checks your watch screen as your heart rate went down, “That’s it.”

“Thanks,” you say, letting go of his fingers. He pulls his hands away quickly after that. “I think I should head home and shower. All this paint is making my skin itch now.”

He laughs awkwardly, standing, “Well, uh… you could always, you know… shower here.” His eyes widen and he starts to ramble on further as if to stop you from saying no, “I mean, I have extra clothes and I was planning on taking Scott out tonight to get his mind off the breakup. You could stay and we could all go together?”

You let the silence go on just for your own amusement. He was practically shaking waiting for your answer. “Sure, that’d be great.”

“Yay… I mean, yeah sure – cool cool.” He gestures to the stairs and leads the way, “There’s everything you need in the bathroom. I’ll just… jeans probably won’t fit, and I don’t believe in shorts…”

“Sweatpants are fine,” you say, enjoying every second of his rambling.

“Right, good,” he was pinching the ends of his shaved hair. You wonder if he was one to run his fingers through his hair when it was long. “I assume you don’t need boxers…” he chokes on his laugh, probably thinking about you in that very item of clothing. “But I’ll get you a shirt and a towel. Wait right here.”

You spy into the hallway bathroom and giggle at the few items of clothing strewn about the floor. A toothbrush was thrown onto the counter and leaving white, foamy scum on the counter. A deodorant stick was open and toppled over. A 2-in-1 shampoo was leaking in the shower. Overall, about as much as you expected.

“Oh god,” Stiles yells, spotting the same things you were, “I’m so sorry. It’s such a mess in here.” He starts to bang against the walls, picking up clothes and fallen toiletries along the way. “Clearly I wasn’t expecting company.” He steps on a sleeve and trips to the floor in a colossal crash.

You stifle a laugh as you bend to help him up, “So you really didn’t expect me to show up, huh?”

His cheeks were a blotchy red, a terrible sinking pit in his stomach. “It’s a wonder you haven’t run out of here the first chance you got.” His arms were full of clothes and a sneaker and a couple stiff washcloths that you didn’t want to think about.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” you smile at his red face – the picture of embarrassment. He was so endearing in the sweetest way. The spray paint was starting to chip from his skin and flake onto the clothes he was holding. “I like you this way.”

Stiles figures he better leave before he does anything else stupid. “I’m going to use… my d-dad’s bathroom downstairs.” He fumbles the sneaker but catches it by the laces. “I’ll be super quick, so you have all the hot water.”

You nod, closing the door on his bright blotchy face. You step into the shower, not planning to use up the hot water either, and investigate any other hygiene products. The 2-in-1 must have been used as a body wash and face wash as well because there was nothing else to be seen. Shaking your head you use the bottle to clean all the spray paint off your body.

You had to scrub your skin raw, but the blue finally came off. You were quick to realize that the woods smell that Stiles usually had came from this shampoo. It was mixed with the strong scent of tea tree oil. At least the Sheriff knew a thing or two about antibacterial soap and how much a lacrosse player needed it.

The mirror wasn’t even fogged up with steam when you step out. You found the pile of clothes Stiles brought before he fumbled with cleaning.

Some dark sweatpants and a gray t-shirt with a star wars logo on the front. He even threw in a green and blue flannel to keep your arms warm when they went to get Scott.

You thread your fingers through your wet hair, carrying your ruined day clothes over your shoulder. Down the stairs you find Stiles making sandwiches in the kitchen. His shirt was a little damp from the shower, and he had goosebumps running up his arms.

“You look cold,” you say, sauntering in and catching the sweatpants before they fell a few inches. You tie the strings to make them tighter around your waist and find Stiles staring at you slack jawed.

“Um… uh – yeah. Sure, maybe a little.” He shrugs repeatedly as if that would calm the tension he was feeling.

You lean against the counter, watching him avoid your gaze, “Did you take a cold shower?”

“What – I like them!”

“No one likes them,” you scoff, “There was enough time for us both to shower fine.”

He stuck out his bottom lip, tilting his head to a shoulder, “I just wanted to make sure you had enough hot water.” Before you could make any other retort, he says in a louder voice, “I figured we could eat something and then pick up Scott.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you say, watching him work. It seems he wanted to busy himself, so he didn’t get caught staring at you again.

“Have you talked with Andrew at all since him babysitting you?”

You wince at the word ‘babysit.’ “We’ve been texting a little bit. I’m waiting for him to tell me when our date will be.”

“So he did ask you out.” Stiles cut his tomato with a little more force than was necessary.

“I guess, maybe,” you smile, feeling a little rosy in the cheeks.

Stiles sees the sudden flush and he flexes his jaw. “Are you excited?”

“Yeah, I mean – Andrew is actually a good guy compared to most of the boys at school.”

“Ah – shit!” Stiles drops his knife and holds his index finger.

You round the counter, “Are you okay?”

He waves you off, going for a band aid in a cupboard, “It’s fine, blood is red, tomatoes are red… no harm done.”

You laugh, snatching the band aid from him, “Let me see that.” You peel back the plastic and pull his hand towards your face.

He’s obviously upset about something, but that didn’t stop the red splotches from reappearing on his face. His long fingers were shaking slightly – from Adderall or his usual fidgets, you weren’t sure – but he was standing still as you gently apply the bandage.

You’re soft as you wrap the adhesive sides and push down to keep it stuck to the tip of his finger. “There,” you lean down and place a little kiss on the bandage, “All better.”

Stiles huffs an awkward laugh, almost shaken by your make-it-better kiss. “Thanks.”

“Are you okay?”

“Fine,” he says testily, making the sandwiches a little more roughly than before.

You squint your eyes, upset that he was holding back. “Are you going to give me a ‘you-shouldn’t-date-him’ speech like you did with Josh Arnett?”

Stiles takes a deep breath through his nose, and it seems to calm him enough to say in an even tone, “Like you said, Andrew is a good guy. He’d be lucky to date you.”

The sincerity in his voice put a little hitch in your chest, and you had to remember that he had access to your heartbeat.

“Moving on,” you say quickly, “Are you going to tell me how you got ahold of my heart monitor?”

Stiles plates the sandwiches and goes for a couple bags of chips in the pantry. He was stuttering the whole way and came back a little pink. “After the video store and I… stayed the night. I – couldn’t sleep. After a couple hours and me trying to read your latest Harry Potter book…”

“You can’t start reading the series on the sixth one, dummy.”

He waves you off, presenting you with dinner. “You turned over in your sleep… and your hand was – was resting on my arm; the hand that had your watch.” He takes a big bite of his sandwich and rushes through the rest, “It turned on when your heart rate went up a little bit in your sleep and I thought… it would m-make sense to share that monitor with other people so they can take care of you in an emergency.”

You quietly eat your meal as you listen, a warmth in your stomach at feeling looked after and cared about. Stiles took it upon himself to help you and strangely… you didn’t mind it like you did when it came to your parents.

“Your watch doesn’t have a password on it so…”

“My parents thought it’d be easier if someone needed to access my heart monitor app if I fainted.”

He nods, “So I opened it while you were asleep and connected my phone to the app.”

“Why didn’t you just ask?” you say softly, watching him with that warmth you were feeling. It was comforting and you realize how comfortable you felt around Stiles – especially when talking about something so personal to you.

“I was afraid you’d be all stoic and say you’re fine,” he smirks at you, “And that you can take care of yourself.”

You shake your head and huff a laugh, “Smart man.”

The two of you share a few more laughs before Stiles goes on to apologize again, “I’m sorry this isn’t the greatest meal. I’m no chef (Y/N).” He waves his hands around as he says it, “But…”

“It’s good,” you say, smiling. “I don’t like to cook all the time.”

You get off topic as you continue to eat. You discuss your science project and the upcoming chemistry test on Monday. Stiles tells you the made up story about what happened at the school. You ask more questions about Derek. Sherrif Stilinski had contacted state police to handle a possible serial killer. School had been closed Thursday and Friday to deal with the damages, so you hadn’t missed classes while being sick.

The sun starts to set as Stiles cleans your plates. “There is one more thing about tonight that I forgot to mention.” He puts his hands on the counter and leans in, “What do girls usually do during breakups?”

“Well, Allison, Lydia, and I had a night of crying as we watched The Notebook and Titanic. We ordered takeout and ranted about every stupid thing a boy has ever done to us. We ate chocolate and contemplated possibly being alone forever. And then we passed out after doing our hair and giving each other facials.”

Stiles was not expecting that, “You did all of that in one night?”

“Hence why we passed out at three in the morning.”

He shakes his head, “Well for Scott… we’re going to get him drunk.”

You raise your eyebrows, “Excuse me?”

“We’re going to get drunk and make sure he has a good time.”

“Cause no one has ever been considered a sad drunk before.”

He gives you a deadpan stare. It makes you giggle – he was so open with his facial expressions.

“I just want to take his mind off of it.”

You consider him, “Where are we going to get alcohol?”

Stiles holds up a finger and goes to rummage in a side cabinet near the dining table. He returns with a full bottle of Jack Daniels. You smile to see the comparison you had made multiple times. Stiles’ eyes were sometimes like sunshine through whiskey.

He took your smile as a good sign, “You up for it?”

~~~

You and Stiles were leading the way past the park entrance and onto a cliff face with Scott trailing behind. The moon was out and very nearly full, shining a perfect light around the outcrop.

The ground was uneven and layered with rock, sparse pine trees growing between the cracks. There was a bonfire barrel just ahead that Stiles went to light.

“Where are we going?” Scott grumbles.

He was looking a little worse for wear. After your night of girl talk and general anguish, Allison seemed to be faring better. It was strange to see how each party handled the breakup.

“Cause we really shouldn’t be out here. My mom is in a constant state of freak-out from what happened at the school.”

Stiles sighs, “Well, your mom isn’t the sheriff, okay? There’s no comparison, trust me.”

“It’ll be fine, Scott,” you say, “It’s been quiet since Wednesday.”

Your friend was over it. “Can you at least just tell me what we’re doing out here?”

“Yes. When your best friend gets dumped…”

“I didn’t get dumped,” Scott butts in, “We’re taking a break.” He looks to you as if asking you to prove it.

You shrug, breathing in the cold air and swinging your arms in the too-long sleeves of Stiles’ flannel. “She’s pretty decided.” It was Scott’s fault after all that Allison made the decision. “She’s already given you a second chance.”

“Not helping!” Stiles snaps, “When your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they’re taking a break…” Stiles stops walking next to the bonfire barrel, moon shining right above his head. “You get your best friend drunk.”

He holds up the bottle of amber, proud of himself for taking it from his father’s stash.

Scott sighs but doesn’t fight it. He was more interested in talking to you about the situation, which tells you how he really wants to handle the breakup. While Stiles works on lighting a fire in the barrel, you sit on a rock and pat the spot next to you for Scott.

He slumps down as if his body is heavier than usual. “Thank you for being here.”

You lean into him a little. It was cold and his body was warm. “I’ll always be here for my friends.”

“I mean, especially since you’re one of Allison’s best friends too.” His voice lowers when he says her name, like it was painful.

“Of course, I’m not picking sides, Scott. I have my girls… and I have my boys.” You wrap an arm around his shoulders and squeeze him to you. Your head lays on his shoulder, and you could almost feel the hurt he was feeling. It wasn’t as teary as Allison’s, but it was still very plain to see.

He takes a deep breath and stares out past the cliff at the rest of the forest below. It was almost like the moon was putting him in an even worse mood.

“Has she…”

“No,” you cut him off. “We had our night talking about it and she hasn’t brought it up since. But it’s only been a few days and you know Lydia is trying to swear her off of boys for a while.”

Scott nods, sinking into you a little more. “What do you think about it?”

You rub his shoulders a little, “I think what you did was done out of fear and anger, but it was still very stupid.” You feel him swallow thickly, “You shouldn’t have taken it out on her.”

He hangs his head, moving his hands up to hold his face. “I know.”

“If I’m being completely honest though… it’s going to be hard for her to get over you.” You lean closer to talk quietly as Stiles whoops at his roaring fire from behind. “Just give it some time to settle and try to apologize again. Try to give her more of a reason why you acted that way and she’ll understand. She’s very understanding if you don’t hold the truth from her.”

Scott turns his head sideways in one hand and looks at you with glassy eyes. You could tell he wasn’t going to cry, but he was heartened to hear your words.

“Thanks, (Y/N).”

You nudge him around a little, “Anytime.”

Stiles jumps off another large rock and lands with the bottle in his hands, already taking a swig, “Let’s party!”

Scott grumbles again but takes a couple gulps of the bottle before handing it to you. As you raise the rim to your lips, Stiles starts shouting.

“Hey, hey! You’re not supposed to be drinking that.”

You take a big swallow, the burning liquid stinging your throat as it goes down to warm your churning belly. “Because why?”

“Because alcohol can increase arrhythmias,” he says matter-of-factly, “I read that in my… research.”

You shrug, taking another gulp, blowing out a breath as if it were on fire. “Hasn’t stopped me before.” You mock the boys’ shocked silence with a muttered, “You’re not the only one that has stolen a drink from your parents liquor cabinet.”

Stiles still looks worried as you hand the bottle back, “Make sure you check your watch.”

“You have that on your phone now,” you stretch back, leaning on your hands, “You can worry about it.”

Scott gave half a smile, “You found out about that?”

“He hadn’t exactly hidden it well,” you giggle, already rosy from the alcohol.

You and Stiles continue to share the bottle, laughing at each other as you tell Scott about your day. You mock the state of the blue jeep while Stiles makes fun of your little crush on Andrew Wickstrom. You whisper (basically shout) about the old washcloths found in the bathroom while Stiles splutters his next swig all over the ground. And you finally laugh about how any of you were to take chemistry tests seriously when the school has been in disarray.

Scott stops drinking after his few sips and continues to stare off into the distance, hurting as he watches you and Stiles fall over each other on the ground. Stiles slams the bottle down with a tink of the glass and you shush him.

“You’ll break it,” you slur, words feeling funny in your mouth. You fall back and hit your head on the rock Scott was sitting on still. “Ow!”

Stiles rolls over from where he was laying and cups your head, pulling it from the rock, “Oh no…” he sounds just as drunk, “Did you get an owie?”

You rub at the slight egg forming on the back of your head, “The rock decided to punch me.”

“I’m sorry,” and he kisses your hairline, “There, all better.”

You laugh like that was the funniest thing in the world, “You gave me a make-it-better kiss!”

“I learned from the best,” he let your head go and you both fell onto your backs, laughing.

Scott closes his eyes and takes a shallow breath, tense from his friends having a flirty experience without them realizing it. He ignores as Stiles lifts his bandaged index finger and declares how “(Y/N)’s make-it-better kisses could cure cancer.”

You look up, laughing at that, and notice Scott folding his arms to keep the cold away. “Oh no…” you lean to whisper (again – basically shout) at Stiles, “He’s thinking about her again.”

“Dude, you know she’s just one… one girl. You know, there are so many… there are so many other girls in the sea.”

“Fish in the sea,” Scott corrects.

You gasp, “I should make a shrimp scampi.”

“Shrimp are not fish,” Stiles giggles, “Why are we talking about fish? I’m talking about girls.” His voice gets quieter, “I love girls. I love them.” He stares off at the moonlit sky while you try to contain your laughter, cheeks blooming red.

You tap out, refusing more drink but still overly drunk. Instead you wrap a hand around Scott’s ankle as if that was still giving him silent support.

“I love…” Stiles continues to ramble, “Especially ones that are super smart and like true crime and books and… and can cook super well and have a history of serious heart conditions.”

“Like (Y/N)?”

You lift your head but decided the motion was going to make you sick.

“Like who?” Stiles mutters before smiling wide, “Like whom? What was I talking about?” He looks up to see Scott brooding over his crossed arms, “Hey, you’re not happy. Take a drink.”

“I don’t want any more,” Scott says.

“You’re not drunk?” Stiles asks, only to hear you fall into giggles again.

You lean your head towards him, “I’m drunk.” You still had one hand on Scott, running your fingers weirdly around his ankle in an absentminded gesture. Scott didn’t care – he still found it somewhat comforting to have you there.

“Hey, maybe it’s like… maybe it’s like not needing your inhaler anymore, you know.”

You tug on his pants leg, “You used to need an inhaler?” You were starting to sound sleepy.

“Maybe you can’t get drunk as a wolf.”

Scott picked up a pebble and threw it at Stiles’ face.

“Hey! What the hell…” he rubs at his face harshly, throwing his arms out afterwards. One of his arms lands across yours. “Come on man, I know it hurts. I know. Well, I don’t know,” he chuckles, his fingers subconsciously finding the skin of your wrist just under the flannel sleeve. They’re light and lazy as they trail up your wrist and down to your palm.

You hardly react, too drunk to really care. “I don’t really know either. Never had anything past a situationship before. They always leave when things get too serious.” You shiver, tickled by Stiles’ fingers. “They get all scared about me dying.”

Stiles rolls his head around the rocks he’s laying on, too far gone to really register what you’re saying, “I do know this though! I know that as much as being broken up hurts, being alone is way worse.” He laughs quietly, “That didn’t make any sense.”

His long fingers were overtaking the space of your hand now, tracing the skin there as he drifts off. Scott was staring at the two of you with mixed emotions, that is until a mystery guest appears to steal your bottle of whiskey.

“Well,” a sinister older looking boy says, “Look at the little bitches getting their drink on.”

Scott sets his face in cool indifference, “Give it back.”

Stiles’ fingers are no longer light and lazy – they grip your hand and pull you closer to him, half sitting up as he tries to clear his head. You hardly register the movement of your hand, only the distant panic starting to rise in your throat at the newcomers.

“What’s that, little man?” the guy had to be a senior or even a freshman in college.

Another guy of similar age was just behind him, “I think he wants a drink.”

Stiles was trying to stand up, “Scott, maybe we should just go.”

“Woah, woah – wait a minute,” the first guy whistles, “The party is just starting.” He eyes you down, “What’s your name, baby?”

You swallow hard, “We were just leaving.” Your head was terribly clearer now as a thrill of fear went down your spine. You try to stand too, “Enjoy the drink.”

“Oh, we will,” the guy says, approaching your standing figure, “But only if you enjoy it with us.”

“Hey, back off man,” Stiles says, wobbly as he holds onto you, “We don’t want any trouble.”

The guy goes for your free arm, slow but tight in how he grabs you, “You don’t want to spend the night with these losers. We can show you a better time.”

“Let go of me,” you say fiercely, but fear was shining in your eyes.

Stiles starts rambling off sentences of retort, pulling on you and pushing the guy away. Until you were yanked sharply, and a squeal escapes you.

All bets were off after that.

Stiles throws his drunken arms towards the guy, eventually punching him on the jawline closer to his ear. Scott, his eyes gleaming a strange yellow light, grabs the bottle of jack from the senior’s hand and throws it with incredible speed against a faraway tree.

His voice is deep and strange as he says, “Get out of here.”

And the two guys run off back towards the woods, passing the tree now drenched in whiskey and glass.

Your teeth were chattering, heartbeat rapid, and a look of fear plastered to your wide eyes. Stiles was shaking your shoulders, “You okay?” Then he pulls you into his embrace, guiding your head to rest under his chin, “You’re okay.” He rubs up and down your arm as he watches Scott stomp away towards the jeep.

“Hey, woah – Scott!” he holds you to him, kind of like a support for both your drunken bodies, but you’re grateful for the warmth his body provides as you head for the parking lot again.

Scott drives you all home, angry as he watches you sleepily lay in Stiles’ arms. The fidgety, sarcastic boy was slumped against the door and had his arms wrapped around you, snoring and completely unaware of how lucky he was.

He was going to lose his mind when he wakes up and doesn’t remember it all very well.

~~~

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A Pack Of Hearts- Stiles Stilinski x Reader PT2

part one - part three

-a/n this is the slowest of burns

-warning of strong language

The next morning, you woke up in a haze, the events of last night feeling like a distant dream. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across your room. For a brief moment, you almost forgot about the not so wild adventure in the woods.

The memories slowly come back to you as you got ready for school. Pacing around your room, growing increasingly frustrated as you searched for your missing phone. It's nowhere to be found, and the longer you couldn’t find it, the more irritated you became.

You opened drawers and rummaged through your belongings, muttering to yourself as the minutes passed by. "Where did I put it? I swear I had it last night...”

Just as you're about to toss aside one last pile of clothes, there's a gentle knock on your door. You look up as the door creaks open, revealing your mother on the other side.

“Y/N?”she says, her voice gentle but firm. "Are you okay in there? You've been making quite a racket”her mouth falling open as she noticed the mess you had made.

“Uh- yeah I’m fine, Goodmorning mom”you flashed her a quick convincing smile before returning to your empty pockets. A brief silence fell over you both as she watched you scan your room.

“S-so, I spoke to Noah Stilinski this m-“

“Mom, please don’t”you felt your cheeks heat up slightly as you avoided eye contact.

“I think it’s brilliant darling, it’s nice that you are making friends- I think that this will be good for you”she perked up, trying to reassure you.

“Mom I don’t need friends, I know you just want the best for me but I’m honestly fine being just… on my own”you shook your head.

“Everyone needs a friend”she uttered out softly, making you hesitate for a moment.

Your mother's words hit a nerve. You paused your frantic searching for a moment, her statement echoing in your mind.

She always meant well, wanting nothing more than for you to be happy. But you'd grown accustomed to being alone, and you'd always been content in your own company.

You let out a small gasp, realizing the time as you caught sight of your watch. You’d spent too much time searching for your phone, school would be starting soon, and you were going to be late if you didn’t hurry up.

"I love you mom, I have to go to school I’m going to be late”you spoke aloud as you quickly shoved the clothes back into your drawers, no longer caring about the mess. You bounced towards her placing a small kiss on her cheek before disappearing down the hall and away from that conversation. You DID NOT need any friends.

Fifteen minutes later and you were pulling into the school parking lot, your heart racing. The lot was already nearly full, and you cursed under your breath as you scanned for any available spaces. Every minute counted and finding a spot seemed almost impossible at this point.

Finally, you spotted a small opening near the front of the school. It was a tight squeeze, but there's just enough space for your car. With a quick prayer, you try to maneuver into the spot.

“Dude, watch the paint job?!”you heard Jackson Whittemore shout across at you, jumping out of his car to give you the nastiest look known to man. Dickhead.

“Fuck all the way off Jackson?!”You shot back, flipping him off before nearly bumping into Scott who had just pulled into the spot on the other side of Jackson’s flashy car.

“Seriously, are you guys that incapable?”He motioned over to where you stood with Scott as he checked the other side of his car for scratches. Jackson sent you one last warning scowl before disappearing into the crowd.

You and Scott shared a brief silent stare before you turned on your heel, quite intent on not starting a conversation.

As you walked away, Scott called out your name, causing you to stop slowly. You let out a frustrated sigh and turn around.

"Yeah, what is it?" you reply, barely trying to hide your annoyance. You just wanted to get through the day without any additional problems or distractions.

Scott held up your airpods, a sympathetic look on his face. "You dropped these last night in the woods”he says, offering them back to you.

You let out a deep breath as you realized you'd once again forgotten something important. As you approach him, you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

"Thanks Scott”you mutter, your eyes briefly meeting his. You quickly swipe the airpods from his hand and avoid his gaze.

“You don’t happen to have my phone? I think i dropped it aswell”you asked curiously.

Scott gave you a small smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, I didn't find anything else, sorry," he replies apologetically.

You let out a soft sigh, disappointment settling in the pit of your stomach. "Damn it," you mutter under your breath. The silence between you and Scott grows uncomfortable as neither of you know what to say. Every passing second making the silence more pronounced.

Finally, you cleared your throat, breaking the awkward silence. "W-what happened to you last night, you kind of just disappeared?”

Stiles parked his jeep a few rows away from your car and steps out, scanning the packed parking lot for any sign of Scott. As his eyes finally landed on his best friend a wave of surprise washes over him. To his surprise, you were talking to Scott, the two of you deep in conversation about last nights events.

A mixture of emotions swirls within him - surprise, hope and a twinge of jealousy. Why wouldn’t you approach him this easy?

Without a second thought, he starts walking towards you both, his pace quickening as he gets closer. Stiles pops up in front of you and Scott, his eyes darting between you both as he tries to gauge the situation.

As Stiles had gotten closer, he had the opportunity to observe you more closely in the daylight. The sunlight that glistened through the trees casted a warm shine over your face. He couldn’t help but notice how your eyes glistened, and the small freckles spaced out perfectly on your face.

“You’re staring”you uttered out blankly side eyeing him, adjusting the bag strap on your shoulder.

Stiles is broken out of his thoughts by your sudden words. He blinks rapidly, realizing he's been caught. A blush creeping up his cheeks as he tries to look nonchalant.

“Okay, let’s see this thing”Stiles changed the subject, leaning towards Scott.

Despite every voice in your mind telling you to just leave, you found yourself superglued to the spot that you were stood in. Your curious mind is piqued, and you wanted to know what it is that Stiles and Scott were talking about. You try to act uninterested as they talk, but you can't help but steal glances at the two boys, wondering what they're discussing.

“Let’s see what?”you sighed out in defeat.

Stiles looked down at you, a satisfied smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. He could sense your growing confidence despite your initial attempts to appear disinterested.

Scott lifted up his shirt, pulling it taut to reveal a bite wound covered with a gauze dressing. Stiles leans in for a closer look, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. Noticing the small amount of blood leaking through.

"Ooh-Jesus, Scott," Stiles mutters, eyeing the injury with unease.

“That is just horrific”you muttered out, covering your mouth as Stiles poked the bandage making Scott flinch backwards.

“It was too dark to see much, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf”Scott pulled his shirt back down as the two began their walk into the school, you trailing behind slowly.

“A wolf bit you?”Stiles looked at Scott with disbelief.

“Uh-huh”

“No, not a chance”Stiles shook his head violently, giving Scott a determined look.

“I heard a wolf howling?”Scott replied confused.

As Stiles and Scott continued going back and forth their conversation blended into a faint buzz in your ears. You become immersed in your own thoughts. Your mind replays the events of last night, focusing on the movement you had spotted in the woods. It's as if you're back in that moment, reliving every detail and trying to make sense of it.

The two boys notice that your mind is wandering, and they exchange a glance before deciding to snap you out of your thoughts. Stiles gently taps your shoulder, trying to get your attention.

"Y/n?”Stiles says, raising an eyebrow at your distant expression.

Startled, you snap out of your thoughts and look up to find Stiles and Scott stood in front of you staring at you expectantly. They seem to be waiting for a response from you, their curious expressions making it clear that they want an answer to something.

"Why are you both looking at me like that?" you mutter, shaking your head to clear the fog.

“California doesn’t have wolves right? Not for like sixty years?”Stiles repeated, his eyes locked onto your face studying for any hint of recognition. Like you were the smartest person in the world. Like you had all of the answers.

“Uh, R-right, well no California doesn’t have wolves n-not that i have read anyway, I read somewhere that there have been a growing number of animal attacks in Beacon hills so maybe Scott just got attacked by a sc-

Stiles' eyes widened in surprise as you suddenly launched into an explanation that no one asked for. A knowing and amused smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he listened to your voice get quieter.

You catch yourself as you realize you've been rambling on for a little too long. Feeling embarrassed, you abruptly stop and deadpan, attempting to regain some composure.

“No, no wolves in California," you state matter-of factly, a bit of an edge to your voice. You feel a wave of self-consciousness wash over you as you become more aware of Stiles and Scott's gazes on you.

“Really?”Scott asked intrigued, the three of you stopping on the staircase. Stiles rolled his eyes as if he was going to burst if he had to explain it again.

“All right, well if you guys don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not gonna believe me when i tell you that i found the body” Scott’s words sent a chill down your spine as you pictured the gruesome sight of a lifeless corpse - half of one lying in the woods. It was a disturbing thought, and you couldn’t help but grimace at the image grateful that you weren’t the one to stumble across it.

“You- You are kidding me?”You noticed Stiles’ demeanor instantly change.

“No, man, I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for a month”Scott’s expression changed to one similar to yours, shaking the picture of it out of his mind.

“Oh, god that is freakin’ awesome. I mean, this is seriously going to be the best thing that’s happened to this town since-“Stiles hopped from one foot to the other.

His expression faltered as he suddenly lost his train of thought. His eyes dart to the side, and you follow his gaze to find Lydia Martin walking up the stairs in the distance.

Stiles tries to regain his composure, his eagerness to impress Lydia evident in how he immediately tries to catch her attention. He straightens up taller, running a hand through his hair he has a buzz cut?? Attempting to look nonchalant as she passes by.

“-since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look-

You watch as Lydia walks past Stiles without even a glance in his direction.

“-like you’re going to ignore me” Stiles' grin drops for a moment but he quickly schools his features into a fake smile, trying to hide his disappointment.

A moment passed by before you turned to Stiles, sucking your bottom lip under your teeth. His eyes immediately flickered over to yours.

“That was really painful…to watch”you offered lightly, visibly cringing

“Neo-Yeah, Thanks Y/n”he breathed out, frowning down at you. Giving you a look, telling you that your comment wasn’t asked for.

“You’re welcome”you uttered out.

“You’re the cause of this, you know”Stiles changed his attention to Scott who stood confused.

Stiles and Scott got into their usual bickering and you took that as your cue to leave. You didnt want to get dragged into their squabble, so you quietly slipped away, heading towards English class.

Stiles’ eyes flickered in your direction as soon as he felt your movement, lingering on your retreating form. You puzzled him. He thought that he had you all figured out over the years, but you kept throwing him off with your unexpected reactions and your quick retorts.

“Impossible girl”Stiles muttered out furrowing his eyebrows, causing Scott to stop complaining for a minute, clocking onto his friends words. Stiles had zoned out, his stare fixed on the place you stood last.

“Lydia?”Scott questioned.

“Y-Yeah…Lydia”Stiles rubbed the back of his neck.

Scott and Stiles entered their first period English class, where the teacher, Mr. Curtis, immediately began the lecture without introduction.

Your head fell onto the desk in dismay. How could you have forgotten that they were in the same class as you? They were in most of your classes. It seems like you were destined to be stuck with them all day. You really had been living in your own world.

Stiles caught a glimpse of you sinking into your seat at the back of the classroom motioning over at Scott, who seemed equally pleased, they both made their way to the two empty seats on either side of you.

Stiles quickly takes the seat to your left, while Scott sat on your right, the two boys settling in their seats with a smirk, feeling very chuffed with themselves.

“As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night”Mr Curtis announced to the class.

Scott leant forward in his seat, his eyes flickering between you and Stiles for a moment. He flashed a quick wink, clearly enjoying the fact that you were all in the know about the mysterious body in the woods.

Stiles couldn’t help but notice Scott's playful gesture. He grinned at you, knowing that you were trying to ignore them.

“And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus, which is on your desk outlining this semester”His words travelled around the room, leaving the sounds of disgruntled students.

You couldn’t help but watch as Scott suddenly jolts in his seat, looking around bewildered. His eyes widen as if he's heard something incredibly loud right next to him, beside you Stiles also looks surprised for a moment before realizing that the source of the sound is not nearby. He glanced over at you with the same expression he’d given you earlier. Like you could explain this.

You shrugged, before trying to turn your attention back to the class as Scott shuffled around in his seat uncomfortably. Your attempts at zoning in on the class work failed as your curiosity got the better of you yet again. Your eyes following Scott’s, wondering what he was looking at.

Scott's remained fixed on the window, an unfamiliar girl as she's being led towards the school by the vice principal. His alarm hadn’t faded, and he seems particularly focused on her presence.

Stiles, who had been observing Scott's behavior, leaned in closer to you, swinging on his chair as he tried to figure out where both of your line of vision was centered. With a roll of your eyes you found yourself shoving him back to his own desk, sending his chair legs crashing to the ground.

He let out a playful huff as he is forced back to his own side. The classroom fell silent as the vice principal escorted the same brown haired girl into the room. Scott perked up at the sight of her, his eyes locked on her every move.

“Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome”he introduced her, you noticed her nerves as she began to fumble around with the tassels on her bag. Offering a small wave to the class.

She smiles weakly before finding the only open seat in the class, which just happens to be the seat in front of Scott.

Scott, having heard her conversation with her mother earlier How?? knows that she forgot a pen and taps the new girls shoulder, offering her one of his own. Allison looks surprised by the gesture, but smiles at him gratefully.

“Thanks”she nodded. Scott smiling back at her in a way that strongly indicated that he is already besotted by this girl.

Stiles and you find yourselves completely captivated by the interaction between Scott and Allison. The two of you had been watching their conversation intently. Eavesdroppers tut tut tut.

A silent understanding seems to pass between you two unexpectedly meeting eyes, Stiles could tell that you were just as intrigued as him by the whole situation, and the intensity of his gaze confirms it.

“We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page one-thirty-three”The English teacher then picks up where he left off.

An hour later the bell rings, you stayed settled in your seat watching the students file out and go to their lockers, knowing that you had to speak to the teacher about one of your assignment.

Once that was taken care of, you exited the classroom and start walking down the corridor towards your own locker.

As you arrived you noticed Stiles, Scott, and another girl named Harley gathered around. They were engaged in a deep conversation, casting occasional glances around them as if they were talking about someone.

You sighed inwardly, the annoyance and resignation evident. It's like they were everywhere you went, always managing to show up unannounced.

The group turns to you as you appear next to them- their conversation coming to a halt.

“It seems that fate wants us to be friends y/n, look at us ending up in the same place at the same time”Stiles hummed out happily.

“You’re leaning on my locker”you blinked once, an awkward silence falling over the four of you as you ignored his comment.

Stiles let out an inaudible noise before sighing, the three of them shuffling over a fraction so that you could access your belongings.

As you’re rummaging through your locker you notice the new girl down the hall, Scott also catches her onto her at the same time. Allison sent a warm smile in you directions. Your lips uncontrollably twitching up into a small smile.

Queen bee-Lydia Martin and her idiot boyfriend Jackson are not far behind approaching Allison and striking up a conversation making you turn back towards your open locker. Scott however continues to watch them from afar and eavesdrop on them with his newly-enhanced hearing??

Meanwhile, across the hall, Harley, who was also watching the scene go down in front of them, looks at Scott and Stiles incredulously, though Scott was too busy listening in on Allison, Lydia, and Jackson's conversation to hear her.

“Can someone tell me how New Girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?”she asked loudly, catching your attention from the other side of your locker door.

“Because she's hot-“ Harley gives him a look, but Stiles still doesn't get it and shrugs before finishing his thought.

“Beautiful people herd together” Scott is so distracted by listening to Allison talk that he doesn't even react to Harley and Stiles' argument. Suddenly, you inadvertently slam your locker shut, causing all three of them to jump in surprise.

You grab your belongings, tucking your book underneath your arm and walk away without a word. They all exchanged puzzled glances as you walk away towards the bleachers where you would sit and read for some peace and quiet.

"Are you joining us for lunch?" Stiles, still feeling a bit miffed about your earlier behavior, calls out after you as you walk away. He wasn’t going to give up.

“Nope”

You found yourself a quiet spot at the top of the bleachers, enjoying the peaceful surroundings and the warm rays of the sun. There's a pleasant breeze that caresses your skin, and the sky is blue even thought autumn and winter were around the corner.

With no one around to bother you, you focus on your book immersing yourself in the story, finding comfort in the silence that surrounds you.

The lacrosse team spilled out onto the field, where the players started warming up by passing the ball back and forth as other students congregate in the bleachers further down to watch the team play.

You peered up from your book and unfortunately your eyes betray you, noticing Scott and Stiles amongst the crowd. They are in the middle of a conversation as they quickly jog toward the field. In a change in dynamics from the previous night, it is now Stiles who was out of severely breath and trying to keep up with Scott, who seems unfazed. Seeming to have boundless energy. Hmm.

They seem as though they are talking about something deep when Scott’s attention is diverted by the sight of Allison and Lydia walking along the bleachers so they can watch the team play.

You continued to watch as Allison and Lydia approach, your heart sinking as it becomes increasingly clear that they are heading in your direction. Your hope for a quiet and calm afternoon is quickly fading.

You resign yourself to the fact that they're about to sit right next to you, effectively crashing your peaceful spot on the bleachers as the seats filled up with students.

Allison plops down on the bleacher next to you, flashing a friendly smile. She seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she and Lydia were intruding on your private time. Lydia, on the other hand, takes the seat on the opposite side of you, her expression remaining cool and aloof as she settles in. Your eyes widened when you realised that you were sandwiched in between the two. You felt like you were being ambushed.

She turns to you, as if she is about to say something but pauses, seeing Scott down on the field. Allison smiles at him, but before he can smile back, Coach Bobby Finstock appears in front of him and yells his name.

“McCall”his voice echoes around the pitch somehow.

“Yeah?”Scott calls out running towards the Coach.

You and Allison observe as Coach roughly tosses a lacrosse stick with a much bigger net and a bigger helmet to Scott, who catches them after they smack him on the chest. Scott's eyes narrowed in confusion.

You do your best to block out the feeling of being trapped between Allison and Lydia on the bleachers. You focus on the words on the page in front of you, trying to lose yourself in the story to distract you from the uncomfortable situation.

Stiles, who has been running drills with the rest of the lacrosse team, couldn’t help but notice your unusual predicament on the bleachers. He’d known that to be your favourite spot to sit and you were usually alone. His eyes widened when he saw you sitting there, bobbing your leg up and down with nerves between Allison and Lydia.

He shook his head in disbelief, wondering how you ended up in such an awkward position. Part of him wanted to laugh, while the other part was concerned because you looked so anxious.

“Hey” A small voice made your head snap up out of your book, your eyes darting around until they landed on Allison who was smiling gently next to you, her eyes flickering from you to the book you were holding.

You hesitated for a moment, turning your head to the seat next to you to see Lydia in her own world, adjusting her makeup in her little pocket mirror. So Allison was talking to you.

“H-hey?”you offered, closing your book. You struggled to make eye contact.

“The names Allison, Allison Ar-

“Argent, you’re uh- in my English class” You accidentally interrupted quickly your mouth taking over, kicking yourself seconds later for cutting her short.

“You’re Y/n right?”she grinned, holding out her hand. You feel both surprise and disbelief that Allison not only knew your name, but was also being friendly with you. It was rare for anyone other than Stiles or Scott to pay you much attention at school, so this unexpected interaction catches you off guard.

“Y/n Y/l/n”you slowly took her hand, shaking it gently.

Scott, who has been practicing on the lacrosse field, can't help but tune in on your conversation with Allison. He secretly listened with a small smile on his face as he witnessed the interaction unfold.

He was glad to see that Allison was being friendly and trying to connect with you. It was nice to see someone other than himself and Stiles try to bring you out of the shell you had hidden yourself in, even if it was just for a brief moment.

His smile dropped slightly as someone else finally chimed into your conversation.

Lydia, who had been preoccupied with her makeup, swivelled around directing the question towards you.Her fluttering eyelashes and tone conveyed a false innocence, which was typical of her behavior.

“I’ve never seen you around before, are you new?”she asked seriously.

You struggled to respond, feeling embarrassed by Lydia's question.

“Lydia, we've been in the same class for six years?”you manage to choke out, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion and frustration. The strawberry blonde letting out a high pitched ‘Hm’ as the three of you sat in silence.

Before the uncomfortable silence can linger for too long, the sound of Coach Finstock's voice rings out across the field, signaling the start of the game.

Suddenly, all eyes shift towards the field as the game begins, effectively diverting everyone's attention away from you. You glance over once more at Allison and see a sympathetic smile on her face, perhaps signaling her understanding.

You watched as the lacrosse game got underway, your eyes scanning the field. To your surprise, Scott is playing and not sitting on the bench as usual. You found it weird, considering he rarely got playing time, if any at all.

In the stands, Lydia peered at Scott curiously, as though she had never noticed him before, Allison watching aswell as you quietly tried to recover.

Scott reluctantly took his place in the goal and prepared for the practice game to start. As if on queue, his superhuman hearing kicks in once again, allowing him to listen in on Allison and Lydia's conversation.

“Who is that?”Allison’s head followed Scott as he saved goal after goal. Lydia leaning forwards to get a closer look.

“Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why?” She eventually muttered. Surprise, Surprise.

Scott cocked his head in confusion as he stared at them, but they didn’t seem to notice. You did though. Could Scott hear you from all the way over there?! Allison smiled in response to Lydia's question as you rolled your eyes at her ignorance.

“He's in my English class”Allison noted loudly.

With curiosity piqued by Scott's attentive behavior, you decide to test an intriguing theory. Seizing the chance to conduct a little experiment,

“His name is Scott McCall”you informed her, her eyes widening noting that she had seen you around school with him a number of times. Your pupils fixed on Scott’s position across the field. As soon as you mentioned his name he seized up slightly. What the fuck.

Allison snapped you out of the shock you were experiencing at this recent development.

“You’re friends?”she questioned.

“Oh uh- no not friends”you responded quickly, absentmindedly packing up your belongings. Referring back to the times you had bumped into Scott and Stiles over the past day unwillingly.

Feeling somewhat bewildered by the revelation that Scott had somehow gained superhuman senses overnight, you quickly stood up from your position, sliding past Allison as your brain focused on leaving.

“Nice to meet you…”Allison’s voice trailed away along with her wave as you started to feel your ears ring, the beating of your own heart drowning out all of the noise. Your two feet began moving faster beneath you as you brushed past everyone sitting in the bleachers hearing Lydia and Allison resume their conversation regarding Scott.

You were mentally and physically panicking, your mind racing. Thinking about all the normal possible explanations. Maybe Scott hit his head or something and it’s making him act weird? Maybe the bite he got is infected and it’s making him act delirious. Maybe he just had a really good set of senses?

You spluttered around trying not to drop the contents of your bag as you practically sprinted down the stairs towards the exit.

Stiles, who had been keeping the bench warm watching the game, noticed a body out of the corner of his eye speeding down the stairs. You were finding it difficult to keep your belongings from falling all over the place.

He found himself uncontrollably rising from his seat when he caught sight of your state, your hair flying out behind you as you continued to run down towards the field.

The Coach blew the whistle loudly, causing everything to come to a halt including yourself, your eyes immediately darting over to Scott- a part of you knowing that if what you thought was correct. He’d be suffering due to the noise.

Stiles’ lips parted as he followed your line of sight, the two of you watching as Scott flinched over and covered his ears in pain. Letting out an audible groan. You took in a sharp breath, Stilinski once again turning back to you just in time to see you walking briskly out of the exit towards the car park.

Once you reached the safety of your car, you hurry to get in and quickly close the door behind you. Stopping to take a few deep breaths, you tried to calm your racing heart and gather your thoughts. The enclosed space of the car offered a moment of respite from the chaos around the lacrosse field.

In the quiet confines of your car, you struggled with conflicting thoughts. Part of you wanted to dismiss the strange incident as a coincidence or a fluke, but the curiosity within you was too strong to ignore as. Despite trying to resist the temptation, you found yourself unable to let go of the mystery that had unfolded before you.

You didn’t want to get involved with anyone, but there was something wrong. Scott had gone from wheezing and being unable to function during sports, to really fucking good with superhero type hearing abilities.

“I’m so going to need my phone for this”your head fell against your steering wheel, a destination set in your mind.

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 5 months ago

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Another poll because I just got finished with the fic I was writing and I need something to keep my mind occupied. Please read about these ideas before you vote!!

(All of these fics are Teen Wolf fics because that's I've been watching lately.)

Jackson Whittemore x Pining For Stiles Reader (Fem!Reader). Smut. Will be a oneshot. You and Jackson are both abandoned at the dance, so you drink to forget about your problems have sex in the back of his car - fucking out your frustrations with each other.

Virgin!Stiles Stilinski x Best Friend Reader (Fem!Reader). Smut. Will be a oneshot, also a sequel to a completed fic in my drafts that I have described in this post. (Will be the sequel to the panty stealing fic Brainwashed, which I can post a preview of if people want to see that). Stiles learns the consequences for stealing your underwear - which happens to mean being tied to your bed and being edged until he loses his mind.

Derek Hale x Mate!Reader (Fem!Reader). Emotional angst and smut. Will be a oneshot. Derek turns the human reader to save her life when she is gravely injured and then they come werewolf mates. (Also, they have freaky sex about it.)

Truth or Dare - Pining!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader. Fluff/Romance (a lot more in line with the tone of the original show). Will be a oneshot. Requested. You confess your feelings to Stiles due to a game of Truth or Dare.

#sundrop speaks #polls #fanfiction #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stiles stilinksi x reader #jackson whittemore #jackson whittemore x reader #derek hale x reader #derek hale #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf x reader

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year ago

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Back again saw you had teen wolf in your pinned post of things you write but couldn’t see any posts of that? If you do actually write that something of your favourite character and your favourite kink (to write if that’s easier for you) would be really cool to see

Jackson Whittemore x male reader

Headcanons

Jackson was one of my awakenings back in the day, when Teen Wolf only had one season. Everyone say thank you Jackson, without him, this blog probably wouldn’t have existed.

I couldn’t narrow it down to just one kink, so this is just kind of an overall nsfw hc thing. Hope that’s still good tho.

Jackson is submissive, I don’t wanna hear it. That man turned into a lizard whose whole thing was being told what to do, he definitely likes being ordered around in the bedroom and treated like he’s lesser.

I think he is also extremely touch starved, the kind of guy to melt into your hand if you were to cradle his cheek into your palm. When you run your fingers through his hair when he’s going down on you, he purrs loudly, and his eyes almost roll back because of it.

He uses the tail, I’m sorry. He would use it to pull you close or wrap around you when he has his moments where he’s feeling bratty or dominant, or just wants your attention.

Jackson has some kind of daddy, sir, or alpha kink. Even if you aren’t a werewolf or a supernatural being, he still loves when you push him down and he can wail for his alpha into his pillows, that alpha being you of course.

Body worship, please massage him after lacrosse or just a long day. Like cover your hands in oil and give him a thorough rubdown. Pay special attention to his pecs and upper arms, really press into the muscle. It’ll leave him a whimpering whining mess.

He would try to hard to be good, to not move because you told him to stay still, but it feels so good he can’t help bucking his hips. The bed has deep claw marks afterwards from where he was gripping it.

Oral fixation, so much oral fixation. For a guy who loves to talk so much, he would most likely love to have his mouth stuffed. Because of him being part kanima, his tongue is longer and more flexible than the average person, take that as you will.

Marking kink. Wants you to bite him all over but also wants to bite you. That of course isn’t the best idea if you aren’t a supernatural being of your own, since his teeth can get pretty sharp, and he bites down pretty damn hard.

Loves when you rough him up and overpower him, it puts the beast in his chest to rest when he can feel and see just how much power you have over him. It always leaves him a writhing purring mess, his eyes flashing between blue and the kanima lizard eyes.

Has most likely had fantasies of getting your initials or even your entire name tattooed, like some kind of branding fantasy. Its that little part of his brain that wants to belong to you forever. He hasn’t gotten it done, but it doesn’t stop him from jerking off to the thought of it.

Ends up getting a necklace or maybe a bracelet or ring with your initials instead, just to curb the urge a little.

Stays at your house more than his own, and if you guys already live together that’s even better. Expect a lap full of lizard werewolf who will always want your attention.

Expect him also to walk around in very little clothes. Jackson knows he looks good and will use it to his advantage to get what he wants.

As much as Jackson loves to be roughed up and ordered around, he also has his moments where he just wants to be held and made love too instead.

He deals with a lot of insecurity, and just wants you to show him you truly do care for him and want him in your life. He will have moments where he will lay on your chest and silently cry, asking you in a small voice if you truly do love him.

This either ends up with you just comforting him and telling him that of course you love him. Or it ends up with Jackson on his back, his legs around your waist, as you make love to him, muttering all kinds of compliments and praise.

The praise gets him mushier faster than anything else, and always leaves him a gasping blabbering mess, begging for more and saying he loves you over and over.

Because of this, you are one of the few people his wolf and kanima self submits too, no questions asked. This also means that when he’s going through heat, you will be the person he comes too. Hed rather die than go to anyone else, only wanting you.

During his heats he wants you to top like always, and if you arent a werewolf yourself or something like it, you better have toys to distract him, because he will wring you so dry you will be crawling out of there.

After hes left your legs completely useless after riding you for hours though, he will cuddle against your chest and purr so loud it would vibrate the entire bed.

Hes just completely smitten and its honestly gross just how much he loves you, and how he would find a way to stop the world from turning if you asked him too.

#male reader #teen wolf #jackson whittmore #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf headcanon #teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf x reader #jackson whittmore imagine #jackson whittmore headcanon #jackson whittmore x male reader #jackson whittmore x reader #is this fandom still alive?#if so #hello teen wolf people!! :D

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c1eepypas1a · 7 months ago

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C1eepypas1a's masterlist №¹:

(a/n: my first ever masterlist!!!, fluff/smut/angst/dark, I do it all just ask ❤️❤️❤️)

Supernatural:

Dean Winchester:

Sam Winchester:

None yet xo

Castiel:

None yet xo

Charlie Bradbury:

None yet xo

Jo harvelle:

None yet xo

Claire Novak:

None yet xo

Rowena:

None yet xo

Gabriel:

None yet xo

Michael:

None yet xo

Lucifer:

None yet xo

The vampire diaries:

Elena Gilbert:

None yet xo

Jeremy Gilbert:

None yet xo

Damon Salvatore:

None yet xo

Teen wolf:

Scott McCall:

None yet xo

Stiles stillinski:

None yet xo

Jackson Whittemore:

None yet xo

Lydia Martin:

None yet xo

Kira Yukimura:

None yet xo

Liam Dunbar:

None yet xo

Theo raeken:

None yet xo

YouTube people/influencers?

(a/n: I write for male/female, I could try non-binary and I do write for trans people!!!, also I will be posting all my fanfics on Wattpad!!)

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andreafmn · 4 months ago

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 20

Word Count: 3.1K

A/N: so, I was planning on updating three stories this week but my body decide otherwise and put me out of commission for the past three days. I had a fever of 102.4 that lasted all of tuesday, accompanied with a wide array of other symptoms. Then wednesday and today, I had a mind breaking migraine. I was able to finish this chapter and I hope I can finish the others too 🤍

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They were late.

No. They were later than late.

By the time Isaac and (Y/N) rolled up to the school, the game had already started and was going in full swing. Cheers and screams were heard from the parking lot, and they hoped nothing had gone down just yet.

“Get to the locker room and get the rest of your stuff,” (Y/N) said as they hopped off her motorcycle. “I’ll go down to the field and see what’s going on.”

“Be careful, (Y/N),” Isaac worried. “We don’t know what we’re facing yet.”

“I’ll be fine. Just go,” she affirmed. “I’ll see you out there.”

She waited until he had disappeared into the school before tucking a gun in the back of her waistband and her knives inside the holsters on her ankles. One thing was certain: if anyone, whether it be the Kanima or her family, tried something that night, she was going to fight back and defend the people she cared about.

In the field, there was a shared nervousness between all those who knew the truth of the world that was hidden in plain sight. But no one felt the pressure more than Scott. Not only was he forced to sit out of the game, putting everyone on the field in danger, but he also had to protect his mother and his friends from Gerard and Jackson.

“Let’s put a real clock on this game, Scott,” the boy’s ears twitched towards the man’s voice. “I’ll give you until the last thirty seconds. When the scoreboard clock begins counting down from 30, if you haven’t given me Derek, then Jackson is gonna kill someone.”

Dread settled in the pit of the boy’s stomach. The man listed off potential victims, putting in the pool his mother and Stiles’ father. Even Lydia’s and the coach’s names were mentioned. What he had not expected was the last person he said. He knew the man was cruel, but he never thought Gerard would stoop so low. “Or maybe I’ll send him off on (Y/N),” he said. “Maybe Derek will hand himself over if I do that. You know how much he likes the Argent girls.”

Scott’s head snapped behind him, his gaze colliding with a frantic (Y/N). She was speaking into her phone, at a tone so low even he couldn’t hear, but he could tell she was worried. He just hoped it had nothing to do with what was going to go down that night.

“It’s up to you, Scott,” the man instructed. “But you are going to help me take Derek down. Because if you don’t… I’ll have Jackson rip someone’s head off right in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood. And I’d really hate for that person to be my own granddaughter.”

Even without the Kanima, there was a slaughter on the field. With Stiles' little to no experience actually playing the game, the team had no chance of winning, much less of benching enough players to get Scott in there. It was wrong move after wrong move, and there was nothing he could do—at least, not just yet.

As the coach forced him to sit back down when he tried to join the team, he felt a presence next to him. Someone he wasn’t quite expecting.

“You came to help.”

Surprise was splattered across his face as the other boy smirked at him. “I came to win,” Isaac said before his eyes fell on Gerard’s threatening gaze. “Do you have a plan yet?”

“No,” he sighed, “right now it’s pretty much just keep Jackson from killing anyone.”

“Well, that might be easier if you’re actually in the game,” the blond stated. “We have to make it so coach had no choice but to play you.”

“How do we do that? He’s got a bench full of guys he can use before he ever puts me on the field.” All it took was one look before both boys knew what had to be done and how. “Can you do it without putting anyone in the hospital?”

Isaac took a deep breath, knowing he could not lie. He said, “I can try,” before sliding on his helmet and joining the team on the field, and setting off to work.

Whoever saw him on the field would think Isaac was playing for the opposite team. With jabs, swipes, and kicks, the boy got his teammates out one by one. He knew they’d be hurt, their bodies and their egos, but there was a greater good to be fought for. A couple of bumps and bruises would heal a lot better than a dead body.

The plan was working and working well. One by one, his teammates were driven on and off the field. It was going too perfectly. Until Jackson rammed himself into Isaac, sending him to the ground and dislocating his arm while inconspicuously nicking him with venom. Either way, Isaac was out of the game, and Scott was in. He was out his only supernatural advantage, but he would protect everyone like he had an entire army behind him.

(Y/N) couldn’t stay in her seat as she saw Isaac being taken away. She sped down the bleachers to follow the medics but stopped dead in her tracks. She wasn’t the only one that was heading back to the school. Gerard and two hunters followed the men back to the boys’ locker room, their sights set on the werewolf.

The girl knew where her grandfather’s head was at. He was going to torture information out of the boy and kill him afterward. He had no need to let Isaac live once he got what he wanted. He saw no need to let anyone live.

The medics had left Isaac by himself in the recovery room after putting his shoulder into place. But it wasn’t enough to completely trigger his healing and not fast enough for him to protect himself from three men and a sword.

“It was a good effort, Isaac,” Gerard called as he motioned to his hunter to hand him his sword. “This would be so much more poetic if it were halftime.”

Gerard and the hunters made their way toward Isaac, the older man dragging the tip of the blade on the ground. It was intimidating, sure. But not when the boy knew he had backup. As the older Argent raised his weapon toward him, Isaac smirked, making him stop dead in his tracks.

In the reflection of the mirror behind the blond boy, (Y/N) stood, knife in hand and a smirk on her face. Before the younger hunters could do anything, she hit one on the back of the neck with the handle of her knife, knocking him out cold before turning to the other.

The second man put up more of a fight since he knew what was coming. He was strong and agile; she would give him that, just like she gave him the first punch he threw to her jaw. But he had no idea who he was fighting. (Y/N) had been trained her entire life for that type of situation, even if she didn’t know it.

(Y/N) went low, using his height to her advantage. She drove a punch into his abdomen, making him hunch over in pain. As he bent down, she grabbed the back of his neck before slamming her knee one time on his nose, making a bloody mess of his face, and another on his temple, right between the bridge of his nose and his eyes. The man tumbled to the ground as though he weighed nothing more than a doll, succumbing to the blow she had managed to land.

“You know this looks very predatory,” she said between pants. “Three grown men cornering a teenage boy in a dark room, not a great look. Especially the principal of the school! What will the parents say?”

“(Y/N),” Gerard announced. “Can’t say it’s a surprise to see you here. I should have known you’d betray the family. At the end of the day, you do have your father’s blood running through you.”

“But this is not about that, is it?” she questioned, slowly making her way toward him. “This is about you using innocent kids to get to Derek Hale because you can’t do it on your own.”

“None of this concerns you anymore, (Y/N),” he said. “Maybe you should take a page out of your cousin’s book and accept your fate. You’re a hunter. You always will be. These people… these things, they are not your blood. They will turn on you the second they need to protect themselves.”

“Weird,” she chuckled dryly. “The only people who have done that is my own family.”

“That’s because you have no sense of loyalty, granddaughter. But I can’t blame you. Not when your father turned out the way he did,” he sighed. “Although, he seems to have learned his place now.”

“Enough chitchat already, old man,” the girl exhaled. “Why don’t you show me a real fight? Something those two clearly didn’t have in them.”

“Come on, (Y/N). You wouldn’t hurt your dear old grandpa, now, would you?” Gerard smirked deviously. “I don’t think that’s a line even you would cross. Not when I have the information you have been dying to know.”

“What could you possibly know that I don’t already?”

“I know all about the mystery woman your parents always talk about,” he smirked. “I also know why you’ve always felt so… different. Especially this past year. Everything is just so… heightened.”

(Y/N) wanted to accept his offer. Something in her told her that his information was reliable, that he knew everything her parents were hiding and more. But as much as she wanted the truth, there were bigger things in play.

“Tell you what, I’ll give you a piece for free,” he said. “Ever wondered why you don’t look quite like us? Like your mother? Ask your father about Raina, and maybe you’ll find out. Or let me go, and I will tell you all you want to know. And something tells me you’d prefer the latter.”

“Wanna test your theory out?” she threatened as she pulled her gun from her waistband and pointed it at her grandfather. “Because you may have the years of experience, but I have my health.”

The words made the man stumble in his stance, the phrase sending shivers down his spine. There was no way she could know what he thought she was implying. Her choice of vocabulary had to come from a catalog of random remarks she could use to hurt him. Because she couldn’t know, no one could.

“I think it’s best if you just go while you still can, Gerard,” Scott called out as he came into the locker room. “I’ve seen her fight, and it’s better if you just go.”

The man didn’t think twice as he took steps back, his gaze set on his granddaughter. “This isn’t over yet,” he said. “But the game almost is.”

As Gerard ran from the locker room, (Y/N) took a stumbling Isaac into her arms. “Okay, I have to trigger your healing, okay?” she told him. “Just, please, don’t fight back.”

She sank her knife into his arm, flinching as he let out a painful scream. Blood ran down the knife and onto her hand, but she knew it was the fastest way he could recover. “Hold on for just a bit more,” she said. “Gotta make your body work hard.”

“It’s fine,” he winced. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“What did Gerard mean about the game, Scott?” (Y/N) asked as she turned her head to face the boy. “He said the game is almost over. Why?”

“Jackson’s gonna kill someone if I don’t give up Derek,” he said. “Gerard gave me until the last thirty seconds of the match.”

“Then take these two out back and get to the field,” she instructed. “I’ll clean up here, and Isaac will be with you as soon as possible.”

Scott set off quickly to work, pulling one of the men onto his shoulders while dragging the other out. But he stopped as (Y/N) called out, “Be careful, Scott. Night’s not over yet.” And he was gone.

“Alright, Isaac, I’m gonna pull this knife out now,” she said as she turned back to the blond boy. “It will sting, but it’ll hopefully be enough for your body to metabolize the rest of the venom in your body.”

Just as she had said, the girl slid the blade from her friend’s arm, holding her hand over the wound as it healed. She could feel his blood pool under her hand, warm and sticky, and all kinds of uncomfortable. His body was slowly healing, but it was still healing.

Slowly, she removed her hand from Isaac’s arm, letting out a breath of relief as the cut disappeared before her very eyes. Only then, when she was sure he was recovering, did she set off to get towels and a mop to clean off the trail of blood the hunter had left behind. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to warrant concern if anyone else saw it.

“Somehow, I keep forgetting you were raised to be a fighter,” Isaac muttered as he helped (Y/N) wipe away the last of the water on the floor. “Really saved my ass back there.”

“I told you I could protect myself,” she smirked. “Maybe now you’ll stop worrying about me.”

“I’ll always worry,” he said. “I can’t help it.”

“Well, at least you’ll know I can hold my weight in a fight,” she chuckled, bumping her shoulder against his. “I’m okay, Isaac. I’m gonna have a pretty bruise on my jaw, but nothing I can’t handle.”

Suddenly, the sound of a whistle echoed through the room, signaling the end of the game. Terror washed over the pair as screams followed soon after. Fear infiltrated the locker room, sending waves of dread through the teens. Something had happened out on the field, and Scott hadn’t been able to stop it.

“Go,” (Y/N) instructed. “I’ll finish up here.”

“What if Gerard comes back?”

“He brought a sword to a gunfight,” she smirked. “I think I know which of the two is most lethal.”

(Y/N) finished cleaning up the floor, making sure there was no evidence that a fight had ensued there. Her jaw ached and her limbs throbbed but there was an exciting rush that flowed through her. She knew she was good. She had bested her parents in sparring matches since she was only fifteen, but being able to prove herself in front of her grandfather made her feel proud of the progress she had made. She was strong, and that was something no one could take from her.

But Gerard’s words hung at the back of her mind, taunting her. Mocking her. Raina, he had said. It was a name she had never heard before, much less from her father’s mouth. But he’d known exactly what question it would answer, and what information she craved for. If it hadn’t been for the situation at hand, (Y/N) knew she would have gone as far as torturing even the smallest detail from the old man.

Still, as much as her brain yelled at her for answers, she knew she had to focus on that night. Whatever Gerard had planned would change everything between the hunters and the wolves, and they had to do everything they could to stop him.

Once she was satisfied with her work, (Y/N) ran out of the locker room and into the commotion of the lacrosse field. The lights of an ambulance van and police cars flickered in the field, painting the groups of concerned people in red and blue. She quickly spotted Isaac and Scott close to the ambulance, and she ran to them for an update on the situation.

“What do you mean Jackson’s dead?” she questioned. “And Stiles is just gone? None of this makes sense.”

“I know,” Scott sighed. “When the lights turned back on, Jackson was on the ground, and he’d stabbed himself in the stomach. My mom checked him, and he had no pulse.”

“But Gerard needs him,” she muttered. “There has to be something we’re missing here.”

“If there is,” he said, “I have no idea what it is.”

“What about Stiles?”

“He disappeared,” Isaac answered. “He won us the game and was gone by the time the lights turned on. We’re gonna look for him after we change out of our uniforms.”

“What can I do? How can I help you find him?”

“Hang around the locker rooms until everyone else is gone,” Scott said. “We’ll get his scent, and you and Isaac can look for him.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she agreed. “This is gonna be a long night, isn’t it?”

“You can bet on that.”

(Y/N) waited in the dark hall as boys left the locker room, doing her best to keep out of sights. From where she hid, she could hear the Sherrif’s heartbreaking plead to Scott and Isaac to let him know if anything came up about his son. She had not felt as useless as she did at that moment. She could fight, she could defend, but she could do nothing to find someone who had seemingly vanished.

When the man walked out of the room, she fought the urge to tell him she’d make sure his son came home. On the one hand, she didn’t have a lead on him yet. And on the other, she wasn’t even supposed to be there.

“Coast is clear, (Y/N),” Isaac called out. “Get in here.”

Inside the room, Scott and Isaac both held something of Stiles—a shoe and a shirt. “You know I could have just picked the lock,” she said as she noted the twisted locker door on the ground. “Save the school a couple of bucks.”

“I’m gonna need your resumé for future occasions,” Scott chuckled. “There are too many things you can do.”

“You have no idea,” Isaac smirked before his gaze turned back to the shoe in his hand. “But how come you get his shirt, and I get a shoe?”

Before he could answer, a sudden presence made the hairs at the back of (Y/N)’s neck stand up. And the wolves had noticed. Their attention was no longer held by the items that could help them find Stiles. Instead, their sights were set on the man standing before them. The very man who had been avoiding (Y/N) like the plague.

“Derek,” she breathed. “What are you doing here?”

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Lost Love

Character: Derek Hale x male reader, Death/Dea (original) x male reader, mentioned Lydia Martin, Jackson Whittemore, and Eli Hale. (Scott never gets a mention)

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None

Authors note: Hello. I've finally dealt with another request, (Only three months after receiving it, I'm really late with my requests) and well, I may have to apologize. I had a lot of creative issues with it, from the timeline to all of the characters that were supposed to be involved. I might also forget a character, but since it's been three months, I don't feel like rewriting everything again. So I’m sorry @arekmaximoffkq but I hope you can enjoy it anyway.

"We can't win this alone!" That was a statement no one would have ever expected from their fearless True Alpha. No one ever thought that Scott McCall could feel hopeless by a threat. That was until the Legions of Darkness and the Hunters under Monroe, who could never be stopped, made a pact. It was a fragile one considering the Legions are supernaturals.

Either way, they found a common enemy. Scott McCall. Although the Legions have made massive strides to dominate the world, beginning in North America, he causes them too many problems with his alliance network.

"Before anyone says anything, I've already asked the Asian Dragons Alliance and United European Tribes, but apart from a few smaller groups within them, they can't help us much. They also fight the Legion on their continents.”

"We've never lost to anyone, Scott. Why should it be any different this time.”

"Because he's not here anymore, Liam." Derek was the one who reminded everyone of what had happened nearly fifteen years ago.

The room went silent from one moment to the next. A deadly atmosphere hung over their heads. Liam couldn't understand what was happening. He never understood when his pack went silent like this after something remembered them about someone he never got to know.

Lydia was the only one who never looked as sad as the others, she always did her best to look that way, but if people watched her closely, they could tell the subtle difference. She was also the only one who offered to help Liam and the other people who weren't around at the time.

Everyone accepted, even if it was just about getting out of the room. In Scott's kitchen, she was surrounded by a larger group, all staring at her, desperate for answers. And she told the tragic story. About her husband being possessed by a Nogitsune, causing him to more or less kill several people.

Scott had saved his girlfriend Allison but instead damned Derek's fiancé. The sword intended for the archer pierced the older man who was there only to protect the youths. Before Derek could reach him, his body dissolved, hatred in his eyes as he died. But worse, it didn't save Allison for long because just moments later, as she nocked another arrow on her bow, she was stabbed from behind and died in Scott's arms.

Since then, Derek hasn't been able to look Scott directly in the eye without wanting to kill him. Instead of just one death that day, there were two. And one of those deaths was so much more important than the other. Allison was just a formidable archer but useless in the long run. Even Lydia had to admit that as her best friend.

Derek’s fiancé - a powerful mage - did everything for them, protecting and even making sure that the threats they faced never got out of control.

To say the next generation wasn't impressed would be an understatement. They always looked up to Scott, his supposedly strong moral compass. But now they knew his true intentions; selfishness.

Lydia knew from day one you saw Scott for the vile person he actually is. She only saw it after a few years of being separated from him. Being under the same roof with him now made her sick. She could only see her best friend's dead face and Derek's broken face.

Now more and more people have been able to see it, although it doesn't change anything because Scott is still their Alpha. But at least now they know that most of his decisions are selfish and not for the greater good.

"So what can we do?" Mason asked Lydia, slowly getting restless himself.

The look she gave him, and the whole group spoke all the necessary words. "I don't think we can do anything. We can only hope it doesn't get any worse."

Lydia should never have said those words. Mere days later, the sudden appearance of the Oni, quickly followed by the Nogitsune they thought had been killed, and then someone who broke their fragile pack even more apart.

She had no choice but to get help herself.

With the rest of the pack still at home, Scott tried to keep everything together while getting his Allison back. Lydia was in Jackson's car with him and his husband. "Who are you looking for anyway? I thought the supernatural council already told Scott we couldn't help."

But she said nothing. Not ready to say anything.

Ethan had the idea right away, but his husband didn't. Jackson kept nudging Lydia. To the point where his husband put his hand over his babbling mouth before Lydia would overturn the car.

They spent the rest of their journey in absolute silence until they came to a private road. "Please wait here. Don't follow me, and please don't ruin this, okay?" Without even waiting for an answer, she exited the car.

As she walked up the street in high heels, her arrival could be heard far out. She never intended to be secretive, which worked well enough for her.

She could feel the heavy air everywhere, filled with so much raw magical power that she kept marveling that the animals that lived there didn't suffocate. For example, she never had trouble breathing, but once she got there, she could never take a single proper breath.

“If this is not Lydia Martin. We haven’t seen each other in a couple of years!“ Your voice suddenly called out to the banshee. Already used to your antics, she turned around but could not see you immediately. “Turn around again.“

And she did, slowly, but she did. With a big smile, you stood before her, a crown of flowers with red and white roses, without thorns in your hands. Without hesitation, you crowned her again as you normally do whenever she comes by.

"You never change, do you?"

"Nope." With another big smile, you pulled Lydia into your arms. "It's so nice to see you again!" After their brief hug, he put her arm around his. "Now tell me why you are here. Our next meeting was only a few months away.”

Lydia would have been a fool to think you didn't smell the need for her to come to you so early. She was many things, but stupid wasn't one of them.

"A lot of things happen, and I know you don't like it when I talk around, so I'll just ask you. Could you come and-"

"Dad!" The panicked voice of one of your sons jerked you away from Lydia. Before you could react, however, your two sons stood before you and Lydia, with someone you knew and someone you didn't. "We found these intruders and- Aunt Lydia, what are you doing here?"

"You two have grown." She was utterly surprised to see them standing so tall, which made her slightly uneasy, knowing she would have many questions that the man she was meeting would most likely won't like.

Luckily Jackson - who was brought by one of my sons - was doubled-over from feeling sick because of the teleportation.

Shaking your head in amusement, you couldn't hold back your snarky thought: "Jackson, are you still not used to this?" Your voice froze him in his tracks.

Slowly, very slowly, almost scarily he raised his head, his eyes though still fixated on the floor. Standing almost straight again he still did not dare look at you. Lydia told him that he could and with her reassurance he finally did. His eyes quickly filled with tears as he locked them with yours. His baby-blue eyes shimmered with shock but in a happy way.

Without warning, he lunged forward at a pace neither your sons nor you could do anything about. He pulled you into his arms, much more muscular than you remembered. Now he feels and looks a lot like a young Derek. Thinking about him always made you sad, which not only your sons felt this time.

Only Jackson was apparently unaware of this. "This is Ethan, my husband!" he told you excitedly, smiling cheek to cheek, ignoring the fact that you were not dead and standing still alive in front of him.

You gently cupped his face, which now looked much older than yours. Just another curse of your existence. "I will meet your handsome husband in a moment. But before, how are you and your parents?" His face darkened. "You forgot what you promised me, didn't you?" Shame crossed his face for a short moment. He became the little boy you met when you moved to Beacon Hills, who just found out he was adopted again.

You saved him from getting hit by a car, talked to him, and brought him back to his parents in the evening. For years you tried to get him to see them for who they are; but you were unsuccessful. You finally got through his thick skull, but you died before Jackson, his parents, and you could meet again.

"Then we must do it soon. They are not getting any younger and deserve to be loved by you. After all, they raised you. But I also have to blame them for spoiling you little shit!” You jokingly shook his head with your hands, ruffling his perfect hair. It eventually brought a small smile to his face.

Booping his nose brought back many sweet memories with little Jackson and even moody teenager Jackson. Slowly you pulled your hands away from him. In the same movement, he turned and looked at the other man, who finally rose from his slouching position.

"Ethan is your name, right?" you asked in a dangerously low voice that sent a cold sweat down his son's back. He nodded and swallowed hard. "I think this little rascal over here told you about me?" You glanced back and forth at the couple with a raised eyebrow.

"My big brother," Jackson whispered to his husband to refresh his memory. Suddenly, Ethan's eyes widened with shock and realization.

His body suddenly went stiff. He even held out his hand to most likely properly greet you.

“Hey, little brat?“

“Yes?“

"How come you've got not only a handsome man but also a well-mannered one while still being the same obnoxious brat?"

He could see your cheeky, teasing grin that had torn holes in his heart so many times before, believing the hurtful things you said until you made it clear it wasn't meant like that.

However, Ethan knew nothing about it.

"Because Jackson is an amazing man, passionate, gentle, romantic-"

"He didn't mean it like that. He complimented us both."

"What? He attacked you!"

Both Jackson and you looked at each other, giggling at his words. "Brat is my nickname for him because that's what I called him the first we met. He is and remains obnoxious to me because although he has a hard, unfriendly demeanor on the outside, he has a heart of gold. I'm just glad he hasn't changed."

Horror filled Ethan's eyes as you explained the rather adorable things you had to say about his husband. You could see that he wanted to fall into a hole right then and there.

Without a word, you suddenly stood before him and put one of your hands on his cheek. "If you hurt my little boy, I will kill you and destroy your body on a molecular level, dissolve you, and destroy every memory anyone ever had of you, understood?"

At first, he seemed amused by the innocuous-sounding threat, but when he looked into your eyes, he knew it wasn't a joke. Eyes wide, you pulled him into a hug. "Welcome to the family!" In your arms, you whispered something else in his ear, a threat he couldn't ignore, but you made sure no one else could hear.

As you pulled away smiling, Jackson smiled too without looking at his husband, who looked pale, horrified at you.

"Now, can someone explain why you're all here?"

“Scott needs your help.“

"No." You turn and motion for your boys to come with you. Even though they were intrigued by the name Lydia mentioned, they followed you anyway.

"We need your help," Jackson pointed out. Looking into your eyes melted your heart a little, but you still couldn't.

With gentle eyes, you looked at the boy who was like a little brother to you. You still had to say it, even though you didn't want to: "No. I'm sorry, but I can't."

Jackson's face twisted, hurt at my refusal to help him. "If you had asked me, I would have done it immediately, but not with this boy and possibly the man who let me die." Suddenly the ground shook under your words, and time flew by, just for you to reverse it again.

"No one would be safe without your help!" Lydia tried again, but you waved your hand and teleported her back to their vehicle. Your boys wanted to know what it was about, but you couldn't tell them. They only know the bare minimum, and you want it to stay that way.

Days went by without Lydia trying to contact you again. You have feared for the safety of those who have been good to you, but you cannot save them every time they get into trouble. You were working on the ranch when you felt something strange.

One moment you were standing in one of the barns, and the next at the edge of your property. "What do you two are doing there?"

Your sons were jumping around in utter fear. One of the few rules they have to follow is that they can't leave the property without you.

"We have to help them!" the elder twin said bluntly while his younger brother had his eyes on the floor.

"You want to see your father, don't you?" That question silenced him immediately. "Don't worry. He won't die. He's like a cockroach. He comes out of everything with a few little bruises and maybe a few wounds.”

But they were determined to help Scott's pack. You could see it in his eyes and later even in his brother's eyes when he finally looked up at you. When they saw your eyes glow purple, magical energy flowed around you, and a moment later, the bubble that kept the ranch hidden from supernatural beings. It as well saved it from natural disasters.

They stared at you in surprise as your eyes went back to normal. "Then go. But not with all your abilities. You can teleport to them but not back or anywhere. Your powers will be minimal."

After that, you just disappeared, hurt, disappointed, and proud simultaneously. Being able to feel your boys teleport away, a strange pain immediately filled your chest. At first, slowly, and then suddenly, you winded in pain. Somehow able to suppress it, you walked back into your house, taking a book out, trying to just forget about it.

Just a sentence in, you were unable to concentrate anymore. For minutes you just stared at the filled pages before you threw it away, awaiting to hear it land on the floor.

All the alarm bells went off in your head at once because that sound never came. Ready to rip some heads off, you were suddenly frozen in place. "Finally, we meet again!"

"That's impossible!" you called out loudly through clenched teeth. "I killed you!"

Suddenly there was a child in front of you and next to him a middle-aged man. "You killed one of us and we want his powers back, you filthy mortal!"

The child was about to touch you. His small hand was outstretched to do whatever he wanted to you when suddenly a spear pierced his head. Blood splattered everywhere. Gasping in shock, he fell to the ground and disappeared. Only to reappear shortly thereafter. "I am the past! You cannot kill me!" Anger emanates from the small body, much more than a child should be able to feel.

You had an intense desire to contest this but believed it might be a while before you would find something that could actually kill this spoiled brat.

In complete contrast stood the middle-aged man. "We just want grandfather time back. After that, we'll leave you alone... forever."

Anger surged back through your body, reminding you of how they tried to erase your existence multiple times, the first being right at your birth. "No!" you told him after lashing out with your powers and destroying his body in no time.

"You'll see," the same middle-aged guy suddenly told you from the other side. “Maybe you can kill my son, the past because the past is quickly forgotten. And maybe even my father because the future hasn't been written yet." Out of nowhere, without you even feeling him move, he leaned in with his mouth next to your ear. "I am the present, omnipresent, unkillable except when the universe implodes in on itself."

The anger you were feeling did not subside. It even became worse, as his words felt like a looming threat to you. „What if I kill your son as well? Wouldn’t I be the controller of the present, through manipulation of past and future?“

The man smiled for the first time. "You're a lot smarter than I thought." After that, his voice softened a lot. "I allow you to keep the future, but use it wisely. You are a part of me now, and I am one of you, don't risk the balance of nature. At least no more than you have already done. You perversion of nature!"

You fell over as time worked again and lay on the floor while the middle-aged man crouched in front of his arms on his thighs. "You and your sons are abominations, an error of a magical nature. Therefore, in order to have the foresight of future events will be useful, but you must protect the universe with your power and that of your children! If not, we will find a way to kill you like we did the one who freed people's minds giving them absolute freedom."

Now that a real threat was being uttered, chills ran through your blood went cold – almost as cold as ice – you could already tell that his words were not empty.

You agreed with him. Though you knew you were powerful, you doubted there was any chance for you to win against something or someone so fundamental to the workings of the universe itself.

He smiled at you. A smile so malicious that fear was no longer the right word; you were horrified by this man. Somehow he must have sensed this because he turned to his son: who glared at you but took his father's hand.

They disappeared suddenly and without a trace; no magic, not even a smell.

Startled by this event, you fell back in your seat, exhausted and angered by your passive behavior. Maybe it was finally time to show everyone just how powerful you really are and not just give them some showings of lesser magical abilities you harbor. But where?

The pain that was gone came back a thousand times stronger than before. A scream so high you thought your vocal cords would eventually tear apart came out of you. It felt like your heart was exploding into a million pieces.

In a panic, you suddenly found yourself in a school that you had to attend many times considering you were - under normal circumstances - still would be, the mother figure of a pack of supernaturals.

Only now, you see older versions of all the teens you helped grow, broaden their horizons, and more. They fight the same enemy you died against. Right in the middle were your children - they were more of a hindrance than a real part of the struggle. Without much of their powers, they are almost useless.

You were watching the fight, but soon a girl - the cause of your death - snuck up behind the group and your sons.

You watched wide-eyed as she put an arrow in her bow, drew it, and let it fly. Your eyes followed the line of it exactly. As you realized where it would end up, a burning hatred began to flare in your veins. Not only was she the cause of your death, but now she was after your children?

A burst of raw magical energy shattered the illusion of the time - in which you were being held. With the smell of revenge in your nostrils and the tingling in your fingers, your scene changed again, only this time it was your own doing.

***

How can that be? Where did these two guys come from? And why do they look so like... him? My mind was racing as two boys about eighteen suddenly shoved Eli and me out of the way of danger, and then their hands glowed in that familiar color.

With only a few movements of their hands, they threw away the Onis with absolute ease. It reminded me even more of him. Honestly, everything reminds me of him, especially these days. Watching Eli grow up didn't make it any better. Maybe he would have stayed, even after what I did. But no, I had to be selfish and believe that she would stay with me.

Before I could ask them if they knew of him, they had summoned magic to forge weapons and engaged the Onis in sword fights.

Soon most of the Onis came to their comrade's aid and pushed both boys to their limits. First, their magic began to flicker before it just…disappeared.

As I watched them fight against those who had killed my one true love, I had this strange feeling, as if it was my duty to protect these young men as if they were my own flesh and blood.

"Get out of the way!" The boys only looked at me in shock, not moving at all. It forced Eli to suddenly transform, to push the other boys to the ground. Even though no blood was spilled or flesh pierced, my heart stopped even thinking that any of the three might have been injured.

Just as I wanted to scold my son, I froze in place, seeing the light-breaking shine of the sword rushing down.

A growl escaped my dry lips, my sore throat already dying, but not even that could stop the Oni from its hatred-filled attack against the three.

Since my body was too weak to move, even as a werewolf, I became too tired after hours of fighting. I could only watch as my son, the only good thing in my life that I ended up doing, would die right before my eyes.

Tears were already welling up in my eyes as the sword went deeper and deeper, now piercing his skin.

A sudden burst of violet light blinded me from seeing the death of my only loved one left. Screaming his name on a tongue that scolded and disciplined him more times than was necessary. I couldn't hold back my tears over the death of my son! He had to die without being able to see me: his father. Even though I was the worst father imaginable, I was still his father. Not being able to comfort my son in his last seconds of life will be the second worst experience of my life. It was hard enough living without the light of my life. But without my son? I could make my own life there!

"Don't go near my sons, you hellspawn!"

I... I know that voice! That voice... so soft and yet stern at the same time, it put all my hair up almost immediately.

I could only hear its magic crackling and things colliding. I could only imagine what had happened. But slowly, very slowly, the blindness - from the bright light - wore off. From blurred eyes, I saw a silhouette fighting like a monster against the real monster attacking us.

"Are you both all right?" His voice again, his beautiful voice. "I warned you, outside of the bubble, you will not be able to use your full power. As my sons, your powers are immeasurable. Therefore, it will take time and discipline to unlock your abilities again!”

Hearing his voice scolding these young men and calling them his "sons" almost broke me. They seem so old! How is that possible? Did he have these kids before we met?

Before I could ask, however, I felt a burning pair of eyes on me and saw one of the twins pointing at me. When his eyes met mine, it was as if I hadn't been dazzled by his striking entry: my eyes could take in all of him. I could see its raw beauty right in front of me. He never had to do anything to look good, but now? He was gorgeous, just as young as I had met him.

But his eyes didn't show me the same love as they used to. There was disgust and anger in them instead. Of course, I deserve both, but it still hurt me.

"Dad, are you okay?" Even though I've never treated Eli the way he deserves, he still cares about me, which made my heart skip a beat.

"Dad? How old are you?" My veins turned cold, freezing even, hearing the angry voice of my true love. I just realized that if he knew Eli's age, he would know the whole truth.

At first, Eli didn't realize he was being addressed like the clueless boy he always was. It warmed my heart a bit. But soon, he must have felt the twinkling eyes on him because he turned and asked his question again. Eli, almost forced to speak now, looked at me confused, almost scared, but I nodded, not wanting to know what he would say or do.

"I-I'm fifteen, s-sir."

Sir? Eli was never that well-behaved or reclusive person who respects strangers.

His eyes widened instantly, and the anger turned to pain as his hand flew over his heart, pinched his skin, and even a tear found its way to the corner of his eye.

"Who was it, Derek?" He was speaking to me, speaking directly to me, and I could hear him! But does that mean... he's alive?

Just now, realizing that I wasn't actually hallucinating, I nearly shit my pants lying on the floor, bruised and sore.

"Who did you cheat on me with? Fifteen years..."

There was no way I could lie to him again as I had so many years ago. "It was Breadon."

"Are you serious?" There was only disappointment in his eyes, and I could only feel the same. I feel ashamed of myself every day. Even though Eli came out of it, I still feel terrible.

"She died ten years ago. But she left right after the birth, leaving Eli and me alone. I thought if you weren't there, my heart would be hers. But we soon realized that neither of us loved the other, and I didn't date anyone else after..." A lump in my throat kept me from spilling out everything I could think of.

"You betrayed me? Let me die like I didn't mean anything?" He could hardly contain his anger but did his best, most likely for his sons and not for me. "You know what the funniest thing is? I was so in love with you that I would have forgiven you for cheating on me and getting a woman pregnant."

It was like a dagger piercing my heart when I heard that. Hearing those words of love once more, I realized in the next moment that my life could have been so much sweeter with that man. A man so deeply in love with me to forgive the worst betrayal of all.

***

When you saw Derek again, you felt a sudden outburst of hatred, but hearing that his life was so bad made it... subside, just like that. He's a lot worse off than you are now. It gave you a kind of satisfaction you never knew you needed.

"Get up, you pathetic man, and fight. I won't do it all by myself." Derek looked up in surprise when you spoke to him in a disgusting tone like that. "As I did with the hunters and the Legion of Darkness!" you mumbled softly afterward.

Derek stared at you in absolute shock. He knew you were strong fifteen years ago, but this?

A hiss came out of nowhere. A tone Derek and all other werewolves know all too well. You heard it often before as well. Far away was someone you knew should be dead. The arrow she released was in line with you. Without even trying to get out of the way, use your magic to surround the projectile to deflect it in a different direction or stop it mid-air.

Knowing this was the only way it could go: you turned back to Derek. Only for the arrow to pierce your shoulder. It only got stopped by your bone.

For a second, you were shocked, only to feel the dark magic of another being. The Nogitsune - a powerful spirit - could not simply be killed, as you now know.

“Hmm… I should have been prepared for that. After all, his disgusting smell is all over this damn place!”

"Dad, what are you talking about?"

"That stupid Nogitsune. As always, Scott can't do anything right.”

Just as Derek opened his mouth, you stared at him, effectively silencing him before he could even utter a single sound.

"Huhu... Death, where are you?" Your voice sweet as sugar. Your sons already know this sound, and Derek did it too. Only Eli was confused, but even he broke out in a terrible sweat. "Do I have to go up there and beat your ass again?"

Just as your threat sounded, an extremely low chuckle could be heard from somewhere. A smile graced your beautiful face when you heard it.

"I think you got it the wrong way around." His heavy footsteps echoed through the school corridors.

"Uncle Dea!" your two sons shouted and jumped into the man's arms.

He laughed heartily at this warming gesture; A six-foot and seven-inch-tall man was tall enough for your two boys to hold on to, and his muscular torso, wrapped in a himation - white lose clothes - showed off his big, muscular pecs and his eight-pack. In your eyes, he was and always will be the most handsome man in any world or realm.

Soon he was pulling your sons away, his eyes fixed on you. "What did I do to annoy you this time, sweetheart?" His deep bass voice is so dark it sends shivers down your spine. He slowly moved towards you while your knees were already weakening. "It's so nice to see you again after all these years."

"I'd say the same thing... if there wasn't someone you promised me the last time we saw each other is dead and in heaven." Irritated, especially by your disrespectful tone, he slightly angled his head, almost as if he wanted to warn you. But as he followed your outstretched index finger, his eyebrows suddenly jumped up in confusion.

"What the hell is she doing here? Her soul should be at peace!” he muttered angrily to himself as a book appeared in his hand. As he flipped through it, more and more arrows flew in your guy's direction. Strangely enough, your magic still couldn't protect you from them. All you guys could do was evade them.

Until the atmosphere suddenly changed, darkness blossomed from a place where you only knew warmth. Death glowed in that atmospheric-changing darkness, ready to devour all life.

"Someone stole her soul and gave her a new body!" he roared loudly, his voice deafening, exploding all the windows and even doors around us. It even threw Allison off balance, forcing her to the ground and snapping her bowstring.

"Can you do something about it?"

"Do I look like a wizard?" After a moment's pause, his dark eyes met yours, "Don't answer that, or I'll have to spank you later."

An angry blush appeared on your face. "Not like a wizard, but a really hot farmer, at least with the scythe."

His dark eyes swallowed you whole; it was pure lust, but deep down, also love. "Even if your god were still alive, not even he would be able to save you from me when I get you later alone." He licked his plump lips, causing an immense lump to form in your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe effectively. "But I can't do anything at the moment. Someone has to kill the body the hunter girl is in before I can take her soul this time, so she can never be reborn.”

Cracking your fingers and neck, your eyes were solely on the huntress. Knowing that only you would kill that bitch, because everyone else is riding Scott’s dick, trying to make this joke of an Alpha happy.

Before you could cast a single spell at her, the same useless Alpha had his claws rammed into your chest. Determination in his eyes as you two looked at each other, on eye level.

"No!" suddenly, a familiar voice sounded behind you. In a flash, dark hair pushed Scott away from you. His claws ripped from your chest before the Alpha had a chance to crush your heart.

Breathing heavily in pain, you bend over to hide the true extent of the pain. "Dad!"

"Don't worry. I'm okay. Angry, but okay." You smiled at your two sons, who immediately came to your side, each holding an arm. Just then, you glanced over at them. "Lydia? Jackson? If any of you ever come to me to ask for another favor and still be associated with Scott... you'll wish you had jumped into lava because the death you would suffer at my hands will even make the devil blush! "

Lydia has known for a long time that you hated Scott, and over time she realized that your hatred was not unfounded. Especially after Stiles' death, which was also his fault, leaving her with two young children, the last born a month after her husband's tragic death.

Jackson wasn't even a part of the McCall Pack, but as an old ally and somewhat friend to the 'True Alpha‘ he still does his bidding if asked nicely.

They both looked at each other, their friendship still there, even after all these years. They talked silently before nodding at each other. They quickly switched from Scotts' side to yours.

In all honesty, you knew these two would come to your side before you even issued that ultimatum. Especially Jackson. If he didn't already know, he would soon learn that you've always taken care of him.

"Please, look after my boys. I'll take care of this devil spawn!” Allison was Lydia's best friend. You knew it was hard for her, but she had cried after her long enough. She's a smart cookie and aware that Allison is dead, and it isn't okay that she is back, especially not for nature, to which Lydia is close herself.

Using your magic, you lifted yourself into the air and flew to where Allison was last seen.

But when you got there, only her ruined bow was left. Before you could react, a knife was in your thigh. Groaning in pain, you pulled out the dagger and threw it at her, only hitting the wall behind her. Because she was already gone again, cursing under your breath, you began to search for her again.

A massive salvo of knives hit you quickly, your entire left side being scratched, punctured, or sliced open by them.

At that point, you had it with these games. You jumped from room to room with your powers and found them soon enough. With your magic around her neck, you imprisoned her; Before you could finish her little game by killing her stolen body, someone or something pulled her back and cut off the magic holding Allison in place. You were confronted with a being that had once been human, mummified, but it was still obvious.

You were the only person who could fight the Nogitsune. In your opinion, Stiles was always useless, but you have to give him one thing: he was an intelligent guy and the only one who could outwit a dark being like this. Without him, only you and your brute strength could be an enemy to him.

Meanwhile, the others tried to capture Allison despite her being faster, smarter than ever, and most horrifically deadlier.

"I swear by all the dead gods, if Scott had ever been responsible enough to kill his damn enemies, none of this bullshit would ever have happened!"

With renewed anger, even hatred, seething so deep in your soul that something strange happened, something painful.

Your magical core, which many people call 'soul' exploded, not in a destructive but an opening way as if nature had accepted your requests and could finally see the value in your existence.

Even the dark being, fueled by hatred, fear, and anger, suddenly became afraid. Your son's, just as you experienced something similar. Their eyes glow a purple hue, just like yours. But unlike you, their other side - they inherited from your ex-fiancé - has broken away from the many walls you built inside them.

For the first time in fifteen years of their lives, they transformed. The boys knew they could have done that from birth because of their vast magical abilities. But as they did so, the walls around them crumbled with their enormous size.

At that moment, you pulled yourself out of your pain and helped your sons control their magic that could shatter the very fabric of existence. Although slightly smaller, they are still at least five times larger than a regular wolf. In unison, they howled loudly, startling the nogitsune even more and making it tremble with terrible fear. You gathered magic in a ball of violet energy and threatened the dark being that tried to flee but failed this time. As it slowly began to warp into the shadows, you blocked the shadow, isolating it from everything else. Shocked, the Nogitsune tried to escape, but the magic-like handcuffs pulled on all four of his limbs.

"What must I do to keep you away from the mortal realm?" you asked him, sighing heavily. You looked away from that for a second, mostly for dramatic effect, over to Dea. Strangely, he pointed to where the Nogitsune was. But when you looked back, he was gone again. "Are you fucking SERIOUS?" Your voice echoed loudly through the school hallways, alerting everyone that something was beyond wrong.

Pissed off, you were going to blow up the whole building. But out of nowhere, the younger of your twins pulled something out of a shadow. A leg. But only one leg, not the whole dark being, but at least part of it.

Frantically, the leg tried to get out of his sharp teeth, but your son held it tight and carried it over to you with a toothy doggy grin.

Instead of pulling it out, you put it in a purple magic prison. Separate it from his body. Immediately after that, it stopped moving but stayed there. Although it was no longer bound to his body, it still existed.

It wasn't long before your younger son was carrying Allison, also in his mouth, mauled by him. A gasp could be heard from the sidelines, a hurt, irritated one. "If you dare touch one of my sons, Scott, I will maim you in ways you can't even imagine!" You didn't even look at him, but your voice told him the threat was real and near. So he quickly withdrew.

Your son threw Allison to your feet; her body was bleeding badly. "Finally, I can do what was supposed to happen!" Without guilt, you formed a sharp weapon in your hand and raised your arm to strike. As the blade swung through the air, but you had to stop as Scott jumped in front of his ex-girlfriend. You weren't shocked at all. He built everything around her, and she is with him now. Jumping from girl to girl, even dating his former best friend's ex-girlfriend, like a cliché player in romantic high school movies.

Instead of killing her, you sliced him with the blade. He cried out in agony as his skin began to burn slightly. “It won't heal, Scott. Any cut I give you with this blade that might heal will leave permanent scars.”

But he didn't seem to care because he stood there, teeth clenched. So you slashed him again and again... and again. You soon found yourself enjoying causing pain to this narcissistic little boy who never grew up.

"My love!" His deep voice finally snapped you out of your crimson thoughts of revenge. Dea's hand on your shoulder, his eyes looking at you with concern.

A slightly embarrassed blush rose to your cheeks. You averted your eyes far from him. But he pulled you into his arms. As you began to sob softly, your two sons came to your side and wrapped Dea and you in their united arms. Warmth, a happy and hopeful warmth, welled up in your broken heart.

When all eyes were on your little family, even the pain and jealousy of your first love, no one heard the bloody gasp at your side. Not even you until you felt something drip down your arm. Looking slightly down, there was a red substance. As your eyes looked around some more, you found the origin.

Scott sat up, his mouth bloody and a blade sticking out of his body, piercing his heart. "The mage is right. You really should have killed me when you had the chance!" An ominous chuckle followed those words.

Your eyes widened in shock as they flew toward the magical prison. Only one leg remained from the bandaged leg: a female leg. As your eyes darted back to Allison, you could see her skin slowly peeling off, revealing the Nogitsune.

When you tried to hit it with your magic sword, it disappeared. Leaving its blade pierced in Scott's chest. But you didn't give a damn; his alpha status should never have happened anyway. Maybe now someone more worthy could be elevated to this status.

At that moment, there was something more urgent. Telepathically, you told your sons to look for the real Allison. It didn't take long for them to find her: hiding behind some desks. But they just howled, which meant they couldn't carry her, so you walked past the dying Scott into the classroom and closed the door.

Soon you came out again, not a hair out of place. “Our work is done here. Lydia, Jackson, and even Ethan, you know where to find us. I'd be happy to host you whenever you want. Maybe next Christmas?” Ignoring Scott, who made his death so melodramatic.

Before you could leave, however, Derek pulled you aside. "Why didn't you ever tell me I had children?"

"Why didn't you ever tell me you cheated?" I stared at him for an answer. "Of course, no answer. Due to my short death, I had to put more magical energy into them. Their bodies became too weak to sustain the immense magical pressure. I had to kill one of the three gods of time to force their bodies to age to keep them alive. I suffered great pains to give birth and keep them alive. Now they look like eighteen-year-old men but are actually only fifteen. I'll keep them sealed for another three years, then if they want to have contact with you, they can. But I won't."

"Neither will we." your two boys said in unison as they look at their father in disgust.

It brought a smile to your face. As you teleported back up with your sons, you looked at Derek one last time. "I wanted to tell you the day I died. At least the blade cutting me down showed me the real you. I hope you never find love again and die despised by most.”

Before that day, you never told your sons what happened, only that something happened that forced you to get away from their father. You always wanted them to form their own picture of their father.

He tried to grab you, but luckily you got away just in time. Derek stayed there, his hand grasping air.

"Three more years... I have to train more people to be able to retire by then and finally marry this man!" Death himself murmured softly. It immediately caught Derek's attention. "Oh, I am sorry. The man you cheated on and I've been with for several years. I fell in love with him when he won against me: the first time anyone's won, for that matter. At least I'd never betray him.” The smug grin on Death's ice-cold face had been enough to make Derek wince in fear.

Unfortunately, you didn't witness his fear of your one true love: a man, an otherworldly being just like you. But no matter how much you despise Derek, you will forever be grateful for your relationship with him for giving you your two beautiful boys.

However, for now, you will most likely have to cuddle them to make the day's horrible events go away.

[Masterlist]

#derek hale #derek hale x male reader #Derek Hale Request #derek hale one-shot #teen wolf #teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf request #teen wolf one-shot #x male reader #male reader #Eli Hale #Lydia Martin #Jackson Whittemore

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rowinablx · 1 year ago

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"Do you...Do you still...?"

"I do. I do still love you. I do, I do still love you."

Teen Wolf + Canon Ships

Lydia Martin x Jackson Whittemore aka Jydia for @axelwolf8109

#teen wolf #jydia #jackson whittemore #lydia martin #jackson x lydia #lydia x jackson #holland roden #colton haynes #my aesthetic

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invisible-storyteller · 6 months ago

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Exclusive

For the @twpbingo prompt “Porn Star”. Also for the @teenwolfrarepairevents Character of the Month (AO3 link). Relationship: Matt Daehler x Danny Mahealani x Jackson Whittemore 1300 words (teen and up) Tags: established Danny/Jackson, interviews, pornstars

Matt checked the second camera’s angle one more time before pressing start and popping down into the comfortable armchair of his interviewees' luxurious home. He still couldn’t believe that he managed to score an interview with the most popular-as-of-late couple in the gay porn industry, especially since the two were known for never collaborating with or giving information out to any outsider, let it be famous companies, professional reporters, or even other independent pornstars.

“Hi and welcome everyone!” Matt smiled into the camera directly aimed at him and clapped his hands together where his elbows rested on his knees, “This is Matt, the seeker of honest voices, without shame and without taboo, bringing you such exclusive, never-seen-before covers as today‘s video - made possible by the generosity of two very special guests who you may already know, and if you don’t, what rock are you living under?” Matt gave a playful side eye to the camera before turning to the actual stars of his show. “Danny, Jackson, you guys don’t know how grateful I am that you’re giving your first exclusive interview ever to me, and in your home, nonetheless!”

“Well, we thought it was time we answered some of our fans’ burning questions, 'cause seriously, you guys won’t stop harassing us,” Jackson looked into the camera with a judgmental once-over before quickly shifting his eyes back to Matt.

“I’m genuinely honoured, but I still have to ask: Why me? And why haven’t you guys addressed these topics on your channel before?”

“Our videos aren’t about sharing our relationship history or explaining why we decided to do what we do,” Danny took over as he flung an arm around his boyfriend’s neck and let it rest on the other’s solid shoulder, “They are there for enjoyment. And we know that you’re not gonna butcher our answers with editing to make them seem more presentable or polished.”

“Returning to your first comment: isn’t it your aim to make porn a bit more personal and humaine by including romance alongside the spicy stuff?” Matt jumped to his next question, feeling his palms sweat now that both men’s attention was solely on him, “You guys are basically vloggers. You just mix your everyday life updates with - amazing, might I add - porn.”

“Oh, so you’re watching our videos?” Jackson smirked at him as he snuggled back into Danny’s chest.

“Obviously. I only watch quality.”

“Who’s your favourite?”

“You,” Matt admitted unabashedly (his viewers loved this kind of stuff), prompting Jackson to regard his boyfriend smugly while Danny simply rolled his eyes. “So, why not address the fans’ questions if you guys aren’t scared of being personal?”

“Showing sex and "shenanigans" isn’t the same as revealing everything about our private life,” Danny retorted sharply as he narrowed his eyes at Matt.

“But you want to do it now?”

“Why not?” Jackson shrugged at the same time Danny said: “This way, we can keep the interview separate from our channel.”

“Alright. First, let’s go through a few fan-favourite questions,” Matt grabbed his notebook to scroll through his list, “How long have you two been together?”

“Six years. Got together in junior year, high school,” Danny gave his (most likely) pre-prepared answer while Jackson raised their intertwined hands to his lips and gave his boyfriend’s hand a chaste kiss.

“What gave you the idea of doing porn?”

“Jackson has an exhibitionist kink. I refuse to see other people openly ogle him. This was a compromise.”

“Are you guys gay?” Matt could barely keep his laughter in, but his job was to satiate the viewer's interest, no matter how absurd the question.

“I’m a paid actor,” Jackson winked into the camera, “See, our channel is actually just gay-for-pay.”

Danny rolled his eyes once more, and while he wasn’t looking, Matt noticed Jackson dragging his eyes up and down Matt's body (which had begun to somewhat relax into his chair but was now once again pulled taut by the attention) as the pornstar motioned for him to continue. Matt swiftly averted his eyes to the Notebook screen and tugged nervously at his shirt’s collar - maybe he shouldn’t have undone the top buttons, but it was just so damn hot in that house!

“Will we ev-" Matt stuttered over the question with a cough before collecting himself and giving it another go, "Will we ever see you guys paired up with someone else?”

The two men shared a confidential look, and when they gave their brief answer, their short "maybe" was synched perfectly. Then Matt continued asking a few more of the basic, fan-demanded questions before finally giving space to his own curiosity. His round of questions was something his interviewees couldn’t prepare for, and thus, their reactions were bound to be much more organic (and maybe he could stop feeling so out of his element if he finally got the upper hand for once).

“How much of your sex life do you put on film?”

“About half of it,” Jackson estimated after a moment of pause with an agreeing nod from Danny.

“Doesn’t it kill the mood?” Matt scooted forward in his seat, genuinely dying to know, “The pressure to perform, to create videos regularly?”

“We only film when the mood to show our love strikes us,” Danny explained with a grin, “It’s just lucky for our fans that the mood strikes often.”

“You mentioned you have daily jobs that you would rather not disclose,” Matt recalled, “Doesn’t the, um, porn bother your bosses?”

“I work for a friend, actually, my ex-girlfriend,” Jackson explained nonchalantly, “And she doesn’t give a crap.”

“Seems like a wonderful woman.”

“And I’m too good at my job for big corporations to refuse my services,” Danny added, making Matt grin at the opportunity.

“You mean your professional services. Just so the fans don’t misunderstand.”

“Oh, I’m sure most CEOs I’ve been in a room with are secretly beating it to me and Jackson,” Danny commented with a confident smile - it even showed his dimples - and Matt couldn’t doubt the reality of that.

“Your filming venues must be limited with all the travelling you do,” Matt noted next, skimming through his self-picked topics with frustration over whether he would have the time to ask everything he wanted to know. This just couldn't be his only shot with his favourites! He would have to find a way to secure another interview, at least. “I mean, I can’t imagine that all hotels and tourist establishments would gladly see themselves on a porn channel. Then again, it might be a good promo.”

“Why don’t you see it for yourself?” Jackson asked all of a sudden with an excited twinkle in his eye, “Maybe you could join us on our next trip. Really see what goes on behind the scenes.”

“For real?” Matt gaped, shell-shocked and over-the-moon at such exclusive material. And it was Jackson's suggestion, on top of that!

“Yeah,” Jackson smirked, looking up at his boyfriend with the kind of impish look Matt had seen dozens of times through the screen, and then locking eyes with Matt once more when he got the other’s silent approval, “We could show you how we make our videos.”

“Wow, that’s... I don’t have words guys, except maybe FUCK YEAH!”

An hour later, Matt left the house with Danny’s number in his phone and a promise to be contacted soon. He would admit later that he was stupid back then not to realize the obvious come-on, but with his obliviousness lasting until they were all in France, shooting, it was a nice surprise to be kissed by Danny at the end of the first day and then be led back to their hotel room by Jackson, where Matt was showed exactly how the two make their explicit content. And if Matt ended up starring in the sexier parts of their new video as well, that was just a welcomed bonus.

#original: teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf rarepair #twpbingo2024 #twrp character of the month

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taeswolfie · 9 months ago

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

☽︎𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕☾︎

Ch.18 - Ch.20

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 3.9k

Scott, Stiles and Y/n stand in an empty office in the Sheriff's station, Y/n's phone on the table with Allison on speaker. "If Jackson doesn't know what he's doing, then he probably doesn't know someone's controlling him."

"Or he doesn't remember." Scott added.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles asked.

"Like a fugue state." Y/n named.

"He'd have to forget everything. The murder." Scott said.

"Getting rid of the blood."

"But he had help with one thing." Stiles pointed out. "The video. And someone else helped him forget that."

"Whoever's controlling him."

"Are you sure Jackson has no clue about any of this?"

"He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia delayed it all somehow." Y/n said.

"So do we try and convince him he's not?"

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah." Scott nods.

"Do you think he'll talk to us after what we did?"

"Yeah, it's us. He'll talk to us. Right?" Stiles looked at Y/n.

"Eh." She scrunched up her face a bit.

"You will not go within 50 feet of Jackson Whittemore. You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically." Noah drops the clipboard he was reading from on the metal table that the three teens were sat at. Melissa, Alan, and Mr. Whittemore also standing around the room as they were read the restraining order.

Stiles glances at Mr. Whittemore and then looks at his dad. "What about school?"

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a 50-foot distance."

"Okay, what if we both have to use bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" Every adult but Alan folds their arms at Stiles' ridiculous hypothetical.

"Stiles. Now's not the time." Y/n quietly says to him while his dad looks unimpressed.

"I'll just hold it."

"Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" Noah asks his son as soon as they're cleared to leave the room.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke."

"A joke?"

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken this seriously. Dad, humor is very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking multiple levels of interpretation here."

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?"

"We filled the tank!"

Melissa leads Scott into the hallway then while Y/n and Alan stay where they just came from. "Y/n, what is going on?" Alan asked her.

She sighed and rubbed her face. "So much."

"All right. Let's start with why you three kidnapped Jackson."

"It was for his own good. Remember the kanima thing I told you about? Well, it's him. We were trying to protect him and others."

"By stealing a prison transport vehicle and cuffing him in it?"

"It was the best we could come up with at the time."

Alan nods a bit. "I mean, it makes sense, I guess. I'm just not happy about your new found criminal record."

"Neither am I."

"I won't ground you because I know there's something more going on beneath the surface. I can't say the same about Scott or Stiles though."

Y/n winced sympathetically for the boys. "Yeah." Alan left soon after and Stiles and Y/n went into the hall where Melissa was talking to Scott.

"I have to ground you. I am grounding you. You are grounded."

"What about work." Scott asked.

"Fine... Other than work. And no TV."

"The TV's broken."

"Then no computer."

"I need the computer for school."

"Then no, uh..." She glanced back at Scott's friends. "No Stiles."

"What- no Stiles?" Said boy seemed upset by the restriction, going forward to argue.

"No Stiles!" Melissa yelled firmly making him jump back into Y/n. "And no Y/n." The girl 'aww'd' in disappointment but didn't dare argue with Mama McCall. "And no more car privileges. Give me your keys." She held her hand out. When he didn't respond right away she stomped her foot to make her point. "Glve 'em to me!" He pulled them from his pocket and put them in her hand. She was so upset she couldn't make her fingers work enough to get the car key off. "Oh, for the love of God." She grumbled.

"Mom, you want me to-"

"No."

"Mom, come on, let me just- Mom. Mom!" He put his hands over hers making her stop.

"What is going on with you? Is this about Allison?" Stiles shook his head from behind Melissa.

Scott looked at his mom for a moment. "Do you really wanna know?"

She nodded. "Yeah." Scott wanted to tell her the truth. Y/n was nodding in encouragment while Stiles was vehemently shaking his head telling him no. Scott glanced at them. "Is this about your father?" Y/n was shaking her head no this time while Stiles was nodding yes. Scott glanced at them again. "It is, isn't it? Okay, you know what, um... We'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car." She walked past him and Scott moved closer to his friends.

"I'm the worst son ever."

"Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either." They all looked over to see Mr. Whittemore angrily yelling at Noah about Stiles' bathroom quip.

...

Allison walked into the library at school the next day. Being mindful of the new camera she goes over to the shelves where Scott, Y/n and Stiles wait on the other side out of view. She slipped a tablet through the shelf and Scott grabs it on the other side. He turns it on and reads what was translated.

"It's everything Lydia could translate. And trust me, she was very confused." Allison said.

"I didn't know Lydia switched to Archaic Latin or else I would have thought of asking her to help me." Y/n shook her head. "It might have been easier if I had. She says I do weird things all the time."

"Yeah, what'd you tell her?" Scott asked Allison.

"That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures."

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles said, Y/n smiled at him in amusement.

"Oh. Great."

"Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Scott asked.

"Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers."

"Yes!" Stiles silently cheered earning a look from Scott.

"It calls the kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the kanima to execute murderers in his village-"

"All right, see? So maybe it's not all that bad." Stiles jumped in.

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to." Allison finished.

"All bad, all very, very bad."

"Here's the thing, though. The kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be-" She trails off as someone comes up behind her to put a book up.

"'Until it resolves that in it's past which manifested it'." Y/n read from the tablet. "It's similar to what my grimoire said."

"What if... It has something to do with his parents? His real parents."

"Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?" Scott asked.

"Lydia might." Y/n said.

"What if she doesn't know anything?"

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so... I'll talk to him myself." Allison offered.

"Okay, what do I do?"

"You have a make-up exam, remember?" Scott looked at his friends, but they just gave him looks of agreement with what Allison said. Allison reached through the shelf and took Scott's hand. "Promise me."

"If he does anything, you run the other way."

"I can take care of myself."

"Allison, if you get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything..."

"Like?"

"Anything... Weird or bizarre- anything."

Stiles stuck his head through the gap. "Anything evil!" Y/n rolled her eyes and pulled on his collar just as Allison pushed his face back. "Ah... Ow!" He complained.

While Allison goes to talk to Jackson and Scott takes his make-up test Y/n (followed by Stiles) goes to Lydia to ask her about Jackson's birth parents. "I'm not supposed to tell anyone." Lydia said as they walked through the halls.

"Come on, anyone who ever says 'I'm not supposed to tell anyone' is always dying to tell someone, so tell us!" Stiles said.

"Why do you wanna know?"

"Lydia, we wouldn't be asking if it wasn't important. You know I could care less about Jackson's past, but we need to know." Y/n said.

"I can't say anything." Lydia insisted.

"Lydia." Y/n stopped her and lowered her voice. "This is really important. It involves that hard to explain and confusing stuff we were talking about before." She gives her a meaningful look. "It's important."

Lydia sighed and looked a bit regretful. "I'm sorry, Y/n. I really can't say. I can't betray his trust like that."

Y/n sighed but nodded. "Okay, I get it. Thanks anyways." Lydia gave her a smile before walking off. Suddenly Erica rushed up and pushed Y/n against the wall with her claws on her chest. Y/n grunted a bit from the action. "Hello to you too."

"Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents?" Erica asked.

"Why are you showing off the manicure on camera?" Y/n nodded towards the device pointed near them. Erica looked back and quickly removed her hand. "Yeah, gotta be a little more discrete now, hun." She brushed past Erica and grabbed Stiles' hand.

"If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they're about half a mile from here." The couple stopped and turned at this. "In Beacon Hills Cemetery." She walked off then. Stiles went to follow but Y/n stopped him.

"She can tell us something."

"She's fishing for information for Derek."

"We need to know." Y/n groaned, yet let herself be dragged by Stiles. "Okay. Wait! Do you know how they died?" He asked Erica as soon as they caught up.

"Maybe. If you tell me why you're so interested." Stiles is silent, although Erica apparently doesn't need him to tell her as she comes to the conclusion herself. "It's him, isn't it?"

"What? Who? Him who?"

"The test didn't work, but it's still him. It's Jackson."

Stiles gapes because now he's inadvertently given her the answers she wanted while Y/n gives him a look. "I told you." They followed her to the locker rooms where she was heading for Jackson.

"You can't tell Derek, okay?" Stiles said to her. "There's a lot more to this that you don't know about."

"And just because you got the Alpha Bite makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people." Y/n added.

"Why not?" She rounded on them just outside the locker room. "That's all anybody ever used to do to me."

"I know and I'm sorry that humans suck about 90% of the time."

"Tell me about it."

"That doesn't mean you should add to the 90." Just then something caught Y/n's eye, something that Stiles also noticed. Water was spilling out from under the locker room door. A moment later the door is thrown open and Scott lands on his back in front of them. Jackson comes out in shorts and reaches down for him. Y/n jumps in and shoves Jackson away, taking advantage of his stumble to push him against the wall with her arm against his neck. Erica rushes over to help hold him still while Stiles helps Scott up and holds him back from rushing the blonde boy. Allison also comes out from the room.

"What the hell's going on?" Mr. Harris rushes down the hall to see what the commotion is. "Hey! Enough! Enough." Allison's bag has fallen over and the tablet had come out, something Matt had noticed making him crouch down and pick it up. "What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down!" The girls let the blonde go. Matt turns on the tablet and sees the translated pages of the bestiary.

"Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself?" Matt quickly sends the file to himself while everyone is distracted. "Stilinski! L/n?"

"You dropped this." Matt offered the tablet which Mr. Harris took.

"You and you-" he pointed to Scott and Jackson. "Actually... All of you..." He gestures to the three girls and four boys, including Matt. "Detention. 3:00."

…

At 3:00 Scott, Stiles, Y/n, Allison, Matt, Jackson, and Erica file into the library where Mr. Harris was waiting for them. Matt, Jackson and Allison went to one table while the other four sat at the one just next to it. "Oh, uh... We can't be in detention together." Jackson points out. "I have a restraining order against these tools." He gestures to the other table.

"All of these tools?" Mr. Harris asks.

"No, just us tools." Stiles points between himself, Scott, and Y/n.

"Fine. You three, over there." They move to the adjecent table while Harris goes to the desk. Jackson seems unsatisfied by this resolution.

"I'm gonna kill him." Scott says after a glare at the blonde.

"No, you're not." Stiles denies. "You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him."

"No. You're right, let's kill him."

"Oh... No."

Y/n sighs. "Hey, big bad Scotty. No murdering my friend's ex in school, okay? Cool it."

Scott pouts because he can't do the murder while Stiles watches Matt. "Hey. What if it's Matt?" He says quietly and the two look at him. "I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?"

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing." Scott pointed out.

"Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself." When Y/n thinks about it she realizes it would be a great way to disuade attention and she nods in agreement.

"So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's Hunters, and the mechanic working on your Jeep?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because... He's evil."

"You just don't like him."

"The guy... Bugs me. I don't know what it is. Just look at his face." They look over at Matt as he offers Jackson some of his chips which he denies.

"I gotta agree with Stiles on this one."

"You're only saying that because Stiles is your boyfriend."

"That's not the only reason. He honestly gives me the creeps." Y/n lightly shivered to prove her point.

"Any other theories?"

Just then Jackson starts to wince in pain, touching his forehead above his eye. "Are you okay?" Matt asks him.

Jackson gets up and grabs his bag. "I have to go to the bathroom." His voice shakes slightly as he starts to leave.

"Are you all right?" Mr. Harris asks. "Hey, you don't look so good."

"I just need to get some water." He leaves and Harris gets up to look at the students.

"No one leaves their seats." He turns to follow Jackson. Y/n holds her hands up to the boys, waiting until Harris is gone and the door is shut behind him, before she nods and all three move back to the table with Erica. Y/n sits next to her with the other two across from them. Erica smirks into her notebook.

"Y/n and Stiles say you know how Jackson's parents died."

"Maybe."

"Talk."

She sets her book and pencil down. "It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18."

"So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18?" Stiles asks.

"Yep."

"There's something so deeply wrong with that."

"You know what? I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's in-box. He keeps everything." Erica opens her laptop and begins to type away.

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office." Mrs. Argent calls over the P.A. system. While Scott answers his summons Jackson and Mr. Harris return, the teacher doesn't seem to notice (or care) that some people have moved.

"Don't forget the dates." Stiles says.

Erica finds the correct report and clicks on it. "'Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death 9:26 P.M., June 14, 1995'."

"Jackson's birthday is June 15th." Y/n informs.

After a bit Mr. Harris zips up his bag and goes over to the door. Assuming they're free to go everyone gathers their things until the teacher chuckles. "Oh, no, I'm sorry. Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving." He lightly pats the two return carts full of books that need to be put back. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

Y/n sighs and heavily rolls her eyes. "That guy is such an asshole." The teens get up and get to work. Allison, Y/n and Stiles work in the same row until Scott returns. Erica was in the next row by herself and Matt and Jackson were in the row after her. "You know, if those stupid cameras weren't here I could have these put back in a snap." She lightly grumbled, snapping her fingers for emphasis.

"What about Matt seeing you?" Allison wondered.

"I could easily make him forget he saw anything." She shook off her irritation when Scott finally returned and then she and Stiles informed them of what they learned.

"It means he was born after his mom died- by C-Section. They had to pull him out of her dead body."

"It's awful." Y/n frowned.

"So was it an accident or not?" Allison wondered.

"The word all over the report is 'inconclusive'."

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott asked.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth." Stiles agreed. "You know? It seeks out and kills murderers."

"But for Jackson? Or whoever's controlling him?" Allison asked.

"We have to talk to him. We have to tell him." Scott insisted.

"He's not gonna li-" Scott already turns to go to Jackson, but pauses when he sees a book on the ground at the end of Jackson and Matt's row. He slowly walks forward and looks to the left to see Matt face down on the ground, a cut on the back of his neck. Scott kneels next to him to check on him just as Jackson, half shifted, jumps over the top of the shelves and wrecks one of the light fixtures. Scott covers himself and Matt from the books and debris that fall, looking back a second later with his eyes glowing.

"Y/n! Erica!" He warns. Erica roars in alarm just as Jackson jumps over her row.

"Get down!" Y/n yells just as Jackson jumps over them, destroying another light fixture. Her eyes glow as she keeps the debris from hurting Allison and Stiles. Jackson jumps down behind Erica. She screams as she's cut and she falls to the ground paralyzed. Scott comes out of the row and turns to find Janima. They growl at each other and when Scott goes to attack Jackson shoves him into one of the return carts. He gets up after a moment and looks to see the other three. They all crouch down to watch Jackson as he stands in front of the blackboard. He moves stiffly and unnaturally as he grabs a piece of chalk and writes on the board. When he's done he lets the chalk fall and jumps out of the window. The four slowly stand and see what was written by the kanima's master.

STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU

Scott, Stiles and Allison go over to it. Y/n was about to follow when she felt something in the other row. She look over and rushed to Erica when she saw she was shaking. She got to her knees behind Erica and held her as she convulsed. "Guys! She's having a seizure." Scott and Stiles went to help her while Allison checked on Matt.

"He's alive." She informed.

"I can't do anything to help her here."

"We need to get her to a hospital." Stiles said.

"D-Derek. O-only to Derek." Erica managed to get out.

"When we get her to the hospital-"

"To Derek." Y/n cuts Scott off.

"Go." Allison urged. Scott goes around to her and Stiles calls after him.

"Hey, Scott!"

"I'm staying here with you." Scott kneeled with Allison.

"They can't take her alone. Not like this. And Matt- l-I've got to call an ambulance for him, just go."

"This doesn't feel right."

"It's okay."

"No, it's not. No, it's not right."

"It doesn't- it doesn't mean anything."

"But it feels like it does."

"Scott, go. Go." He kissed her forehead in parting before he goes back and lifts Erica into his arms.

They rush to the railway depot and get Derek. They gather in the train car and lower her to the ground, Y/n props her up on herself as she works to help. "Is she dying?" Stiles asked.

"She might, I-" Y/n cuts Derek off.

"No, she's not. Just hold her arm." Derek does as instructed. "I'm sorry, Erica, this is gonna hurt." Her eyes glow as she holds her hand over Erica's arm. A cut appears on her forearm. Erica cries out. "I'm gonna encourage the healing. But I still have to get the venom out." Scott and Stiles flinch as Erica screams more, the process of drawing the tainted blood out painful. When she's done Erica slumps back into Y/n, panting from the exhaustion. "It's okay. It's okay. It's done now. I'm sorry." Y/n's eyes fade as she moves some hair back from the girl's face.

Erica looks up at her tiredly. "Y/n... Thanks, for not adding to the 90."

Y/n gives her a small smile. "No problem."

...

Y/n sighs in exhaustion when she gets home, only leaving Erica when she was sure the girl would be okay. She goes up to her room and sits on the edge of her bed, burying her face in her hands. She could still hear Erica's cries of pain in her head. She could have done better, she could have made it painless. When she looked up she was almost surprised to see the image of Peter again. Almost. But he's been following her for a while now, she's come to realize, and she was too tired to care at the moment.

"You know, that girl would have been in less pain had you had more experience in blood magic."

Y/n lightly shook her head. "I'm not ready to do that yet."

"You could be." She closed her eyes and sighed. When they opened again he was gone, but his words still lingered no matter how much she wished they wouldn't. You could be.

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