#jean helping others but no one helps him until roscoe comes and picks up his buoy!!!

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Yayyy ref for my disco elysium oc and some information of his… a lot of his story is based around Jean cus theyre doomed yaoi sorry

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home with you - Stiles Stilinksi | everything i wanted

Title: home with you – Part One

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: Lydia Martin has a cousin. She’s Y/n. She moved in with Lydia and her mother two years ago after tragedy struck in her life. She met Stiles and Scott, and the two boys basically saved her. She developed a crush on Stiles through this, despite him having a crush on her beautiful cousin. People start going missing in Beacon Hills, and Y/n is forced to face her feelings and her ability to save the people she loves.

Word Count: 6.8k

Notes: Finding a title that fit this story was a bit of a task, but I think ‘home with you’ by FKA twigs is pretty fitting in a way for the feelings I have for this story.

This story is based on season 6A of Teen Wolf. It took me three years to finally finish Teen Wolf and season 6A was definitely a favorite of mine. The character development of everyone was just wow. So here we have a Stiles and Reader fic, because this idea hit me. Enjoy. More Stiles fics to come!

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“Lydia, don’t say that.” You said to your cousin as she picked at her nails.

“What, I thought Stiles would have moved on by now. It’s been what, 4 years?” She popped her gum as she lounged back on her bed. “Aiden and I have been together for a while now, he does know I’m not breaking up with him, right?”

“I’m sure he does, Lyds. Just don’t antagonize him. He can’t help who he likes.” You would much rather not be talking about Stiles’ crush on your cousin with her, but she brought it up when Aiden mentioned that he thought Stiles was still into her.

You sighed and laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. This whole thing was not fun to talk about. You hated the way she treated Stiles, yet he still loved her. Two years ago, you moved in with Lydia and her mom after your parents were killed in a freak accident. You and Lydia had always gotten along, but she was definitely not the nicest person. But she’s been getting better.

“Oh I know, why don’t I set him up with someone? That will help him move on, right?” She raised her eyebrows as she grabbed her phone from the table. She started browsing it.

Your heart perked up, hoping she would realize you were the perfect person to set him up with. But she ignored you.

“Stella is a good choice. Wait no, she’s into James. Oh maybe Ellie, oh she’s perfect! Her hair is identical to mine.”

“Except for the fact that Ellie plays for the other team.” You mumbled.

“Wait, she does? I never knew that.”

“Yeah, at that party at Derek’s last year, she was all over that chick from Econ. Hailey I think.”

Lydia sighed and put her phone down. “Well then I don’t know what to do. He needs to move on, like now. I can’t have him stuck on me like this. We’re seniors and I don’t want him following Aiden and I around in school.”

Rolling your eyes, you moved from her bed. “I will talk to him, Lydia. You don’t have to worry.”

Her eyes lit up, “Perfect Y/n! Now I’m meeting Aiden for a late-night talk. Can you cover for me, with my mom?”

“Of course.” You left her room and headed down the hall to yours. It was nice that Natalie Martin took you in, but sometimes Lydia took advantage of you.

A message came through your phone. It was Scott.

Stiles and I have a kid at the station. He’s terrified and we have no clue who his parents are, we need you and Lydia.

Of course she was already gone.

I can help, but Lydia just left with Aiden. I’m the best you got.

Scott and Stiles became good friends with you when you moved to Beacon Hills. Almost immediately you fell for the quirky boy who had way too much energy. He was funny and sweet to you. When you moved, you’d fallen into a depression but somehow him and Scott got you out of it. Especially since they vowed to find out what happened to your parents.

With the help of Sheriff Stilinski, you did find out what happened to your parents. Not that you wanted to remember it right now.

Stiles will be there in 5.

Okay!

You rushed around your room, pulling off the sweatpants you had been wearing and pulling on some jeans. You got one leg in and lost your balance and fell to the ground. Chuckling, you pulled the pants on and searched for shoes to wear. Finally you had finished dressing when you saw Roscoe pull into the driveway. Shoving your phone into your pocket, you were off. Natalie was nowhere to be found, so you didn’t have to convince her to let you go.

Stiles smiled when you hopped into the jeep. “Well hello, little Martin.” He stated with his signature smile.

“I’m the same age as Lydia and you know this.” You quipped as you clicked the seatbelt in.

“Of course, I know this. I’m just joking with you. I only say it because you’re shorter than me and Scott.” He patted your thigh. “We love you regardless.”

Shaking your head, Stiles backed out of the driveway and headed towards the station.

“Damn, I wish I had a growth spurt.” You mumble making Stiles laugh.

“No Y/n, you’re perfect the way you are. Trust me. You don’t need to be taller or anything like that.”

The words warmed your heart. This is why you had a massive crush on him. He was the sweetest man alive.

“Well that was as sweet as pie, Stiles. Now tell me what to expect with this kid?”

Stiles was now in detective mode. You loved how passionate he was about all of this. He had amazing skills that made him valuable to Scott’s pack, despite being human. You on the other hand, felt very useless to the pack. Your cousin was a Banshee, Scott was a werewolf, Malia was a Coyote, and well Stiles was gifted with his detective skills as well as being smart as hell. You were just a human with no special skills to help them. You always did your best when these things happened, but you just weren’t all that useful to them.

“Liam and Hayden found this kid in a car alone. He was mumbling about needing to find his parents, but my dad has no record of them or the kid. We are all simply confused. He was also mumbling about these men who came out of nowhere on horses and stole his parents.” Stiles explained as he stopped at a red light.

“Interesting. What does your dad think?” You asked when you watched the light turn green.

“He thinks he just ran away from home and found an abandoned car to hot wire.” Stiles was not happy with that answer.

“How old is the kid?”

“12 apparently.”

“Okay, what twelve-year-old can hotwire a car? Who’s the car belong to?” Everything was not adding up.

“The car wasn’t registered to anyone. It had no plates. But the windshield was smashed off. The kid said the men on horses shot the car.”

“That doesn’t sound like a runaway kid to me.”

“Same. Scott is not sure what he thinks.”

You put your hand on Stiles’. “What do you think happened?”

He sighed. “I think it was supernatural of course. I’m not sure what, but I feel it in my bones that he didn’t just run away from home. They don’t even have record of this kid.”

“Well then we will find out what it is, won’t we?”

“You want to help?”

“Of course I do, Stiles. You’re my best friend and I believe you when you have a feeling about these things.” Also your feelings for him, made you believe him even more.

The two of you pulled into the station and he led you from the car. Sheriff Stilinski was in his office with Scott and a kid who looked scared and confused.

“I just want to find my parents.” He cried as Sheriff Stilinski looked on in helplessness.

“How do we find his parents if he’s not even in the database?” He asked Scott in a whisper.

Scott looked pensive before a thought hit him. “Well I could use my claws?”

You shook your head. “Scott no, that’s a horrible idea. That will hurt him!”

The kid spoke up. “I will do anything. I just want to find my parents.” You all exchanged looks, unsure of how to precede. Did Scott really want to use his claws on this kid to get answers?

“It’s going to hurt. Are you sure?” He asked him.

“I am. I need to know where my parents are.” He whined, tears clouding his eyes.

“Okay, we have to do this.” Scott looked to Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles, and I.

Stiles’ dad sighed and shut the door, locking it. Then he lowered all the curtains to his office. You stepped back, knowing it would hurt him. Stiles stepped up beside you and took your hand in his. You turned and buried your head into his chest as Scott buried his claws into the neck of this kid. He screamed in agony as Scott delved into his memories. Stiles wrapped his arms around you, blocking out some of the sound.

It all stopped, and Scott fell away from the boy. Stiles loosened his grip and you turned to see a highly confused Scott. The kid was passed out now.

“What did you see?” Stiles asked.

“Nothing. There are no memories of his parents at all. Just him. His name is Alex.” He mumbled, walking away from him.

“How is there no memories of his parents?” Sheriff Stilinski was so confused.

“That’s what I want to know.” You were all left in a state of confusion. Sheriff talked about how he would be keeping Alex at the station until they could locate his parents. Stiles, Scott, and you exited the station.

“We should go look at his house. You did see his house, right?” Stiles said as you three stopped by the jeep.

“I did. I know where it’s at.” Scott stated.

“Then why don’t we go check it out?” He suggested with hope in his eyes.

“Tomorrow we will go. It’s getting late and we have school in the morning.” Scott told him.

“Okay, that’s fine. Let me know if you remember anything else?”

Scott smiled and put on his motorcycle helmet. “Will do. Good luck!” He told him before riding off.

You were confused. “Good luck with what?” You asked as Stiles led you to the car. You hopped in.

“Oh it’s nothing. Can we, uh, go somewhere to talk?” He was suddenly nervous.

“Sure. I’m positive Lydia isn’t home yet and well I didn’t see her mom, so she’s also probably on a date.”

“Good, let’s go.” He started up the jeep and drove off without another word. He was silent as you both drove along with quiet streets of Beacon Hills. Your mind went to what Lydia asked you to do, and your chest tightened with nerves.

Stiles parked the jeep on the edge of the Beacon Hills Preserve. He shut the car off.

“So I actually needed to talk to you about something.” You said knowing you had to do it now or never.

“Sure, go ahead. I have something to say too.” He said with his cute little smile.

You smiled back but felt like bolting from the jeep. You couldn’t believe Lydia was making you do this. “So I was talking to Lydia and she mentioned that she still thinks you have a crush on her. Do you?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” He answered while watching you closely.

“Okay, she said her, and Aiden were talking, and she didn’t like that you still crushed on her. She was rambling on about how she didn’t want you to spend Senior year following her around, especially now that you and Malia are over.”

“That’s good because I have a crush on someone else.”

You barely registered what he said as you continued on. “And I know it sounds mean when she says this. I even told her she couldn’t say that because you are so sweet and don’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

“Of course.”

“I’m so sorry Stiles, I didn’t want to be the one to say it. But she wants to set you up with someone else, and I said it was a horrible idea because I hate when people set you up with others.”

“Mmm hmmm.” He mumbled as he watched you ramble. He loved when you got like this. You were just so dang cute when you rambled without really understanding what the other person was saying.

“Because I think we should be able to choose who we date on our own without being set up.” You stopped when you realized something he’d said. “Wait, did you say you have a crush on someone else?”

Stiles started laughing. “I was wondering when you would catch that. Yes I did, and yes I do have a crush on someone else. Someone who’s beautiful and loyal and just downright adorable all the time. Someone I should have seen ages ago.”

Inside, your heart ached. “Who is she?”

He shook his head. “Well I think you know her, she’s in all my classes.”

Your brain went into overdrive, thinking about all the girls you and Stiles shared class with. There was only a handful that were in all your classes. “Melanie?”

Once again he was laughing. “No. Y/n, it’s you.”

The world stopped. You looked up at the dark-haired boy in front of you. His eyes sparkled in the moonlight as he watched you with curiosity.

You point to him. “You like me?” Then you pointed at yourself.

“I do. Ever since the Chimera stuff, as well as me and Malia drifting apart. I realized I had the perfect girl in front of me. Who is more perfect than she realized.”

“But I’m not Lydia. At all.”

“I don’t want you to be Lydia. My crush on Lydia was infatuation for someone I thought I knew. But she’s been pretty keen on ignoring me for years, despite us now being in the same friend group. After the Nogitsune, I started thinking about why I liked her and realized all my reasons for liking her, didn’t make sense. I think I just wanted her because I couldn’t have her. Does that make sense?”

“It does. But you really like me?”

“I do, a lot.”

Smiling, you leaned forward and kissed him. “I like you too, Stiles. A lot. I have since I moved here.”

He smiled and pulled you into another kiss. Stiles was happy he finally admitted his feelings to you. He’d known you had some sort of feelings for him but because of Lydia, you never said a thing. He knew he was truly over Lydia.

“Then will you let me take you on a date?” Stiles asked with hope in his beautiful amber colored eyes.

“Yes, oh my god, I would love that!” You wrapped your arms around his lean body, and he reciprocated the movement. His arms pulled you close as you leaned over the console of his car, where he kept his police scanner.

He kissed your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your lips. His lips were hot against yours. You leaned into the kiss until the console got to be too much. Stiles pulled away and motioned to the back of the car. You nodded before hopping over the console with Stiles hot on your heels.

His arms wrapped around you as he pulled you close once again. His lips found yours in another searing kiss. You’d wanted this for so long, that you simply melted into his kiss. Stiles licked your lips to get you to open up, and you did. His tongue was quick to find yours. Your mouths meshed together in the most perfect way.

Stiles’ hands wondered your body over your clothes, increasing your excitement. The way your bodies fit together, was truly a magical feeling. The kisses had your head swimming while he caressed you in the sweetest way.

You took a hold of the situation and rolled the two of you, until you were on top of Stiles. Your lips left his and started sucking on his neck. Stiles moaned when you found the spot on his neck that had his body feeling alive. He pushed up against you, allowing you to feel the forming bulge in his jeans.

Smiling, you pulled him into another kiss and this time, your hands were the ones exploring his body. You felt every muscle in his body as your hands trailed it like he’d done with you. Stiles’ hands were gripping your waist, holding you in place so he could still have some sort of control over you. But you had your own plans up your sleeve, and you pressed yourself into the bulge that was pushing up into you.

“Oh shit.” He moaned as you did that. He was not expecting that at all. “My dirty girl is taking control, huh?” He groaned as you rubbed yourself on him. Your pussy was soaked at this point and the friction of you rubbing against him, was sending you on a trip.

“I am.” You whispered as you ground down again.

“Fuck, you’re making it hard to take this slow.” Stiles’ grip had tightened on your waist. He was trying to stop you from grinding yourself down on him again.

“What if I don’t want to go slow?” You’d pulled away to study his face. You counted the moles on his face, dying to kiss him again, so you pushed forward to do just that.

He lightly pulled away. “As much as I love that, I would hate myself if we did that. I want to do this right. I want to take you out and show you the world.”

You bit your lip as you thrust your hips down again. A steady pressure was building in your core, and you were so ready for it to burst.

“Y/n, gosh you’re so fucking sexy.” He let go of his inhibitions and pulled your lips back to his. His hands were now exploring your body again, while yours wrapped around the back of his neck. He pushed himself up against your needy core, causing the sexiest moans to fall from your mouth.

“Please Stiles, I need you.” You moaned when one of his hands grabbed a breast and palmed it.

His lips were hot against your skin. “I need you too, shit.” His head fell back as your core connected with his hard cock. He was so ready to release it and plunge into your needy little pussy.

“Then have me, Stiles, I don’t want to wait. I have wanted this for so long and I want this now.” Despite everything, you wanted to feel him, and you wanted him to fuck you right here and now.

“Yes, I would love that.” He flipped you over, so you were beneath him. Then he leaned over the seats to grab a condom from the glove compartment. He pulled you into another erotic kiss when a cellphone went off. Your cellphone.

“Awe fuck.” You mumbled as you leaned over the seats to grab your phone. It was Natalie.

“Hello.” You asked into the phone.

“Where are you, Y/n. Lydia said you were in your room but you’re not. It’s nearly 12:30.” She kept her voice level as she asked. She was never too strict with you. Not after what happened with your parents.

You mouthed that it was Natalie to Stiles.

“Scott and Stiles needed me for some research for school. We lost track of time.” You said quickly as Stiles frowned.

“Okay, well you need to come home. You have school in the morning.” She stated, not sounding mad.

“I will be right there. Thank you Aunt Natalie.” You hung up the phone.

Stiles dropped the condom in defeat. “No sex, huh?”

“I’m sorry Stiles. I think we really lost track of time.” You kissed his cheek and jumped back into the passenger seat. Stiles followed behind and started the car.

“Well it’s probably for the best. I meant what I said when I told you I wanted to take my time with you. You just distracted me with your charms.” His eyes traveled the length of your body. Your face heated up when he did this.

“Alright, I agree. We did move a little fast. I just lost myself when I was kissing you.”

“I know the feeling. Now, let’s get you home. I don’t need Natalie on my case for keeping her niece out all hours of the night.”

“That ship has sailed. But she likes you anyway. Especially after what you and Scott did for me when I moved here.” You smiled in his direction.

He smiled back and put a hand on your thigh as he drove through Beacon Hills towards the house you lived in with the Martin’s. He didn’t move his hand at all, not until he pulled into the driveway.

“I had fun, Stiles. I can’t believe you like me.” Never in the world would you have expected the night to turn out this way.

“Well believe it, babe. I’m all yours. Now I will see you at school tomorrow.” He leaned over to kiss you sweetly. Not letting this kiss grow out of control.  

“Yes, I will see you tomorrow.” You left the jeep and waved bye to him. He stayed in the driveway until you were safely in the house. You stood at the door and watched him leave. A huge smile was planted on your face as you did this.

“Damn, what has you so smiley?” A voice cut through your thoughts. Shutting the door, you found Lydia sitting on the couch watching you.

“I had fun with Scott and Stiles.” You stated, trying to not let her know you had just been making out with Stiles Stilinski in the back of his jeep.

“Sure, that’s totally why you’re smiling. I know you better than that. Who’s the lucky guy?” She stood from the couch and crossed the room to stop in front of you.

“Guy? There’s no guy.” You mumbled, looking away from her.

“Y/n sweetie. Your neck is red like some guy was just sucking on it. Cut the bullshit and tell me who it is. I think I have an idea. But please, do spill.” She smirked as she watched you.

“Uh, it was a friend.” Why couldn’t you just say who it was? It was not like she’d be upset.

She shook her head. “It was Stiles wasn’t it?”

“Um, maybe.”

“It was. He was the one who just dropped you off. Besides, I know you’ve had a crush on him.”

Wait, she knew? “How?”

“Y/n, we’ve been close since birth. I saw all the signs. Why do you think I told you to talk to Stiles tonight?”

“You said you wanted to set him up with someone.”

She laughed. “You, I wanted to set him up with you. I knew if I just nudged you towards him, you would admit your feelings for him. I’m happy he feels the same way.”

“Me too. So you aren’t mad?”

“Why would I be? I wanted him to move on from me and you know I want you to be happy.”

“Thank you, Lydia. I really do like him. I never expected him to like me back though.” Not in the least. Not when your cousin was Lydia.

“How could he not? You’re beautiful Y/n.”

“Because he’s liked you forever.”

“Well it looks like he’s over it. Okay, time for bed. You can tell me all about it tomorrow.” You nodded and the two of you went off to your rooms. A huge smile stayed on your face as you drifted to sleep.

**

You drove with Lydia to school, but you woke up to a ridiculously cute text from Stiles. It was still very unreal that he likes you the way he does. But you knew it was real. The proof was the hickey you had to cover when you woke up. Part of you wanted to leave it there, so people knew, but that was stupid to do.

I hope you slept well, my sweet girl. I was sorta up late when a theory hit me. I did some research; you know how it goes. I can’t wait to see your beautiful face at school. See you soon, gorgeous.

The text had you smiling the whole morning, which freaked Lydia out a little. You texted Stiles back, telling him you couldn’t wait to see him at school. Now that you had expressed your feelings, all you wanted, was to be in his presence.

You pulled up at school and spotted Roscoe in the parking lot, with Stiles leaning against it, with Scott not too far from him. Liam was there too, while Malia had just pulled up to school. Trying to hold in the excitement, you and Lydia joined the group.

Stiles didn’t even hesitate before taking your hand in his. Your group of friends eyed you curiously, but the two of you didn’t really notice at all.

“What’s going on with them?” Scott questioned as he watched the way you both looked at each other.

Lydia chuckled. “Somebody came home extremely late, after being out with Stiles last night. It’s safe to say, the two of them admitted their feelings to each other.” She told them.

“Finally!” Scott shouted, throwing a fist into the air. “It was becoming way too much to keep Stiles’ feelings from Y/n.”

Malia rolled her eyes and smacked Scott on the shoulder. “Knock it off. Stiles was just being Stiles. I knew he would do it eventually.”

You looked to your friends. “You knew he liked me?”

They all nodded, even Liam.

“Shit, he even showed me his feelings for you when we were dating. Stiles isn’t particularly good at hiding his feelings.” Malia stated, wrapping an arm around Scott. The two of them were becoming particularly close since Scott and Kira officially ended things a few months back.

“We also knew Y/n had a crush on Stiles. I mean, I’ve known since it started.” Scott laughed as your face heated up.

“I can’t say I knew about it until Scott told me recently.” Malia admitted.

Liam laughed. “I’ve known since I met you all.”

“Well that’s my cue to go find Aiden. He said he was here early to study.” Lydia waved goodbye before leaving the group.

The fact that all your friends knew that you and Stiles had something for each other but said nothing, was frustrating. “Now that I know my friends have been keeping things from me. Is there anything else you want to tell me?” You said, trying to look serious.

They knew you better than that. “You love us, Y/n. Don’t lie.”

“Perhaps. But I am a little mad at you.”

Stiles chuckled. “No you’re not. You can never stay mad at them for long. They just wanted us to figure it out on our own.” Stiles stated while kissing your cheek.

“I know.” With that, the bell went off and you all headed into the school to go to first period, making plans to meet for lunch in the quad.

*

Lunch rolled around and the group met up in the quad like they said they would. Scott, Malia, Lydia, Aiden, Stiles, and you all sat around the tables. Lydia was particularly invested in Aiden as always.

Stiles was talking about going over to Alex’s house on his break, because the investigator in him couldn’t wait to get more evidence. Luckily, Scott convinced him to wait until after school, where he would be able to go. You were grateful because it would be safer to have Scott with you both.

They were going around taking pictures for the yearbook when they stopped at your table. You all huddled in for the picture. Stiles wrapped an arm around you and held you close as the picture was snapped. Everyone was happy to get a picture of the friend group.

Stiles was practically bouncing off the walls when school ended. You followed him and Scott to Roscoe, you jumped into the back and were all headed to Alex’s house. The closer you got, the more a deep feeling of dread built up in you. Something was up and you kind of didn’t want to know but you had to. Alex needed help.

The jeep pulled up in front of a dark blue house, the same one that Scott had seen when he delved into Alex’s memories. The three of you exited the jeep and headed up to the house. There was something up with it.

Scott led you and Stiles into the home and immediately the three of you were massively confused. It looked like a completely abandoned house. There was hardly any furniture, but the minimal furniture that was there, was dusty as hell.

“Are we sure this is the place you saw?” Stiles asked as he looked around the home.

“Yes, this is the right place.” Scott said as he touched a dining table that had a lone plate setting.

You were silent as you wandered the house. The three of you wandered up the stairs where you found Alex’s room. It was fully furnished, and looked clean and lived in, unlike the rest of the house.

“Oh what the hell is this?” Stiles sighed as we looked at the room.

“This doesn’t make sense. How the hell is the rest of the house empty, but his room is not?”

Scott was silent as he looked at Alex’s belongings. “I’m not sure. This is weird. Let’s see if we can find anything else.” He started to leave the room.

You were looking at the bulletin board when you noticed something odd. There was a picture of Alex, but he was alone, but it was clear there were other people that were supposed to be in the picture with him.

“Stiles, look at this.” He stepped up beside you and took the picture from you.

“Huh, that’s weird. It’s like the others in this picture were completely erased from it.”

“Right, this is not any normal disappearance. Especially since we don’t even know Alex’s parents names.” You flipped the photo, to see if he’d written anything on it, but it was blank.

Stiles stopped short. “Did you hear that?” He muttered as he looked towards the hallway.

Hearing nothing, you shook your head.

He was focused on the door though. “I heard a horse.”

Clearly, he wasn’t joking. You knew when Stiles was joking and right now he was completely silent.

“A horse? Stiles, we’re in a house. There can’t be a horse inside it.”

“Yeah well I hear one and it’s getting louder. Stay here.” He said as he headed for the door. The dread you felt earlier was back and more intense. You looked at the ground and spotted something peculiar. A dirty white bandana laid on the ground. Reaching for it, you saw a flash of a vision. It was some sort of creature on a horse, pointing a gun. You jerked from your thoughts when you heard Scott in the hallway. You rushed to the door.

“Are you okay, Stiles? What happened?” Scott asked as you saw Stiles on the ground. He looked absolutely terrified.

“I saw this ghost rider on a horse. He was coming at me. He was about to shoot me.” He rambled, clearly terrified by the ordeal. Your stomach dropped.

“Stiles, was the ghost rider wearing a handkerchief?” You questioned as Stiles finally pulled himself from the floor.

“No, he didn’t have one on. Why?”

“Because I just found this in Alex’s bedroom.” Holding up the dirty piece of fabric, the two guys studied it. Stiles grabbed it and examined it.

“Shit, let’s see if there is anything else in there.” Scott was quick to go back to the bedroom but stopped when he opened the door. There was no furniture in the room anymore.

“What the hell.” You mumbled, grabbing Stiles’ hand. For the moment, you forgot the vision you had when you touched the fabric Stiles was holding.

The guys were silent as they looked into the room. “We need to get out of here. We need to check on Alex.” All three of you left the house to head to the station. Stiles had handed you the handkerchief again and you studied it while he drove the three of you to the station.

Entering the building, something was very wrong. The cell where Alex had locked himself was empty. No one in the station had any recollection of the boy either. It was like he vanished into thin air, just like the furniture from his room.

“He was taken by the ghost riders.” Stiles said to you and Scott. You had headed back to Beacon Hills High for the Lacrosse scrimmage. Stiles and Scott were late, but coach didn’t really seem to notice.

“Hey, why are you wearing my jersey?” Stiles asked a random kid when he walked by in Stiles’ 24 jersey.

“Coach gave it to me at practice yesterday.” He said with a shrug before walking off.

“Huh, what the hell. Why would coach do that? Did he forget to tell me something?”

Scott shrugged. “Not sure man. Let’s head in to change for the scrimmage.” Scott left you and Stiles for the school. Stiles was looking after the guy who wore his jersey.

“Are you okay, Stiles?” You asked, jerking him from his thoughts.

“Yeah, this is just weird.” You agreed and followed him into the school.

“Hey, I forgot some of my homework in my locker. I need to go grab that. I will meet you in a few.” You told Stiles as you both entered the school. His hand was locked in yours. He was on edge and you could feel it just by the way he held your hand. “Hey Stiles, take a deep breath. You’re going to give yourself a panic attack.” You whispered while putting a hand on his cheek.

He looked to you. “I’m okay.” He assured, kissing you before telling you to get your homework.

You nodded and walked away, feeling like something bad was about to happen. The vision popped back into your head as you walked towards your locker. Why and how did you get a vision? That shouldn’t be possible. At all.

Rummaging through your locker, you looked through your belongings to find the book you need for your homework. You stopped short when you felt someone behind you. You glanced back and saw no one at all. Shaking off the feeling, you found the book you needed and slipped it into your bag.

As you were headed back to Stiles, you saw him looking extremely distraught. You rushed back to him and took his hand in yours.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered making him look down at you.

“They don’t remember me.” He said with a frown.

“Who doesn’t remember you?”

“Your Aunt. Liam, Hayden, and Mason. My dad.” None of them remember me.” His voice was low. You felt the panic building.

“Shit, what’s happening?”

Stiles looked behind him. “They are here.” He gripped your hand tighter and pulled you out of the school.

“Who’s here?” You stopped when you heard the distinct sound of horses.

“The ghost riders. They are back.” He raced around. You could hear them, but you didn’t see them and that scared you.

“Where are they. I can hear them?” You jumped when you heard it from your left. Stiles led you away from them.

“You hear them?”

“Yes.”

“Come on, we have to get out of here.” The two of you ran to his jeep and jumped in. He tried to start it, looking up every other second. When the jeep wouldn’t start. He gave up.

“Y/n listen to me. They are going to take me. This is what they do. They take people and make everyone forget they ever existed. I need you to help me. I need you to remember me.” He said, the panic increasing.

“What, no they can’t take you!”

“They are. Listen baby. I love you; I need you to remember me and help them find me. You have to do this for me.” He was now holding your hands in his.

“Please no, you can’t go. I just got you. I need you.” You whined, feeling tears dripping from your eyes. The sounds of the horses were loud, and you knew you were completely surrounded by them.

“I know, baby. I don’t want this. I need you to stay strong.” He wiped away some of the tears that streamed from your eyes.

“Don’t leave me Stiles. I love you. Please.” He was now crying too.

“I’m sorry baby. I don’t have a choice.” He grabbed your head and pulled you into one last passionate kiss before the door flung open and he was pulled from the jeep. “Remember me, Y/n!” Those were the last words you heard from Stiles before he was completely gone.

“Please no!” You yelled as he disappeared from existence. The tears flowed heavier down your cheeks as the weight of the situation hit you. Stiles was gone and you weren’t sure if he would come back.

Everything hurt. Your heart ached in your chest as you cried for Stiles. It was unreal that he had been taken from you. The two of you only just realized how much you liked each other and now he was gone. The biggest fear was that you would forget him. You didn’t want that.

Holding your hands to your chest, you cried for the boy you now knew you loved. He’d been a huge reason why you were still alive after losing your parents. He pulled you from the dark depression that threatened to claim you.

The two of you had danced around your feelings for way too long, but now it had been ripped out from under you.

“Stiles please, come back! I need you.” You mumbled as the tears never ceased falling.

You glanced in the backseat to see a jacket. Stiles’ jacket. You grabbed it and as you touched it, another vision popped into your head. It was Stiles, being thrown off the horse by one of the ghost riders. The vision was so quick that you couldn’t see where he was at. But it gave you a small sense of hope that you could see him again.

The tears still fell as you grappled with the weight of the heartbreak you felt. It was like losing your parents all over again. The world felt incomplete and you weren’t sure what to do.

The fear of forgetting Stiles, made you stay right in his car. Curled up in the back seats as you mourned his disappearance and prayed he would return to you.

At some point, you managed to drift to sleep but you were plagued by nightmares of the ghost riders, taking the ones you loved. Taking Stiles from you over and over again. It was about 3 am when you were awakened with a start.

There was a loud ringing in your ears, that scared you. You noticed you were in Stiles’ car alone. The disorientation from sleep, made you forget where Stiles was. But the weight of the loss hit you like a freight train.

The ringing was coming from outside the car. You pulled yourself up and jumped the seats to get out. The ringing was loud outside the door. A flash of gold caught your eye.

Bending down, you studied the gold object. It was an old-style pocket watch. You reached down to grab it. The ringing stopped once you held the strange object.

Opening the watch, you noted that the time was stopped at 8:43. The time Stiles had been cruelly ripped from the jeep by the invisible ghost riders.

You closed the watch and turned it over. There were initials on the back. ‘GD’.

“I think that belongs to me.” A voice startled you. You turned to find an unfamiliar man behind you.

“Who are you? What are you doing here so late?” You asked, taking a step back from him.

“I’m a teacher here, and I lost track of time because well it looks like I dropped my watch out here.” There was something unsettling about him. “I’m Mr. Douglas, one of the new teachers here.” He added.

“Okay.” You watched him closely.

“Can I have my watch back?” He eyed the gold piece in your hands.

“Oh yes, here.” You handed him the watch, hoping he would leave you alone.

“Thank you, darling.” He placed the watch in his pocket. “What are you doing out here so late anyway? Alone I might add.”

“I’m not alone, I’m here with my boyfriend.” Your heart constricted when you said that.

“Where is he?” A sick smirk entered his face. “I don’t see him around here, Y/n.”

Chills went through your body. You had never met this guy, so how the hell did he know your name.

“Uh, I have to go.” You quickly hopped back into the jeep and locked the doors. Mr. Douglas stood outside and watched you. The keys were still in the ignition, so you turned them and hoped the jeep would start. It did.

As quickly as you could, you raced away from the school in Stiles’ jeep Roscoe.

PART TWO >>

[softyoongiionly]

⚡️with you, i just feel rich ⚡️

In a town that never stops raining, you and your neighbor Jimin cozy up at your place and find ways to cope with the bad weather.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: language, smut, Jimin (because, he's a warning all on his own)

A/N: I hope you guys like this one! Jimin makes me feel all kinds of feelings...godspeed

CRACK!

Jesus.  

That was a big one.  

It’s been raging for hours and hours now.

There really isn’t a sweater thick enough to combat the bitter cold that’s seeping in through the cracks in your walls.

You remind yourself to call the carpenter tomorrow; the splitting in the oak is getting worse every week.

How can you blame it though?  

The town you’ve spent your life in clearly pissed off an ancient god of some sort because; it hasn’t stopped storming for more than a week at a time in the last 50 years.  

Unyielding rain doesn’t exactly pair well with an old wooden house that was clearly built a decade before you were born.  

“Noodles??” You call over the crackling thunder, the house trembling around you.

You think you’d get used to it but, the thunder has always bothered you; even after all this time.  

“Noodles?”  

No response.

“I swear if you got out again, I’m returning the fancy feast! It will be dry kibble for the next two weeks…” You threaten, knowing full well that he can’t understand you.

Noodles, a fat orange tabby, is your bedtime companion. He usually does his own thing during the day which includes sleeping, staring, sulking and, searching for food. At night however, he nestles beside you, pressing his back side against your sleeping figure in attempt to find some warmth. Although, you’d like to think it’s because he actually likes you.

Your search for Noodles is interrupted by a knock at your front door. The sound is almost drowned out beneath the massive burst of thunder but, thankfully you catch a glimpse of it before your house shakes once again.

“Coming!”

The storm is getting worse; you can’t help but wonder why anyone would leave their home in this weather.

Upon opening the door, you are met with your neighbor; clad in a thick yellow rain coat and a pair of dark jeans.  He didn’t come empty handed either because, in his arms sits a soaking wet, grumpy looking Noodles who clings desperately to the yellow plastic on his arm.

“Oh my god, Jimin,” You stretch your voice above the noise of the storm, shaking your head as you reach out towards your pesky little feline, “I’m so sorry, did he get in through your window again?

Jimin chuckles, nodding in amusement, “I heard you calling for him and, figured I’d look around, I found him under my kitchen table.” He assists in handing Noodles over to you, shaking his wet hair out of his face as he does, “Don’t put the blame entirely on him, I think he smelled the steak I was cooking…”

Noodles settles into your arms, clinging onto you as another roll of thunder crackles in the sky.  

“You can’t just break into people’s houses every time you smell food, it’s not polite…” You chastise him, kissing the top of his damp head, “Thanks for bringing him home…again.”

Jimin giggles at your soured tone, adjusting his rain coat, seemingly unaffected by the monumental storm raging behind him, “No worries, I miss having animals in the house, Rosco would have loved this one...he’s feisty”  

You frown at his response. Jimin lost his pitbull Rosco roughly 6 months ago after 16 long years together. Rosco had a happy ending, Jimin and his father held a funeral for him in the back yard complete with flowers, cake and a big large bone to send him off.  

It's what Roscoe deserved.  

“Roscoe loved everyone, he was too good for this world,” You smile, eyeing the fluffy orange cat in your arms, “...far too good for this common criminal. Thank you again for bringing him home, I’ll make sure to tell Maggie to take a look at the window tomorrow.”  

Jimin nods, sending you a closed mouth smile, adjusting his raincoat once more. He goes to open his mouth but, sky interrupts with another angry clash of thunder. The brilliant blast of lightening follows soon after, signaling that isn’t far away.  

“I better head back, I don’t want to be out when that gets any closer. My dad will kill me if his dinner isn’t done...” Jimin chuckles but, there is a hint of bitterness to his statement.  

You nod, stepping back into the warmth of your house, allowing Noodles to scurry off into the living room.  

“We’re still on for Thursday right? My co-worker agreed to switch with me so I’m free after 3:30...”

It was a bi-weekly tradition; Jimin would come over on a Thursday evening; you would bake him and his father two different pies to feast on for the following two weeks and, he would bring you free wine from the local bar. The arrangement was a simple one but, for the last six months or so, you’ve been able to get wine drunk for free and, hone your baking skills. Plus, Jimin isn’t exactly hard to look at nor is he hard to converse with; in fact, the two of you had been shamelessly flirting for quite a while now...

Jimin looks hopeful as he pushes his blonde hair away from his face, the remains of a smile still on his lips.  

“Yeah of course; can you come over around six? I should be finishing up at the school around four but, I’ll need time to get the last pie in the oven...” You lean against your doorframe, trying to avoid staring at your handsome neighbor.  

“Six is great yeah, that will give me time to get dinner ready for my dad.” Jimin muses, adjusting his raincoat.

“Ah yes and, then you’ll be coming home with dessert for him later on; maybe you’ll finally win son of the year...”  

Jimin snorts, shaking his head at your comment, “Yeah, in my fucking dreams...”

You giggle, nodding to his house, “Get home safe ok? I’ll see you Thursday.”

He throws a smirk your way before conceding, turning to head down the stairs of your porch.

“See you Thursday.”

The storm has increased in ferocity and, if Jimin lived any further out, you would have insisted that he stay at your place until things let up.

Thankfully, his house is literally 30 feet from your porch but, you still eye him carefully, ensuring that he makes it through his front door.

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The entirety of your small home smells of apples and cinnamon as the final pie bakes to a perfect crisp in the oven.  

You and Jimin had been sipping cheap cabernet for awhile now and, although there was plenty of space in your kitchen, the two of you decided to lounge on your couch instead.  

“Have you dated anyone since Cara?”

He tilts his head, looking unsure of his response, “I mean, I’ve hooked up since Cara but, things don’t really pan out after that. It’s probably for the best honestly, between school and my hours at the bar, I don’t really have a lot of time for a relationship.”

You nod, understanding how busy life can be, “I get you. I picked up a second shift at the school so, I tutor on the weekends now. My bills aren’t killing me as much but, the hours certainly are.”

“Do you still play the lottery?” Jimin smirks, a bit of fondness in his eyes

“Every week.” You giggle, nodding to the mountain of lottery tickets sitting on your side table, “I’m hoping since my odds of getting struck by lightning are so much higher than the average person, my odds of winning the lottery will also be higher.”

Jimin giggles at this, shaking his head at you, “That doesn’t make any sense…”

“Shhh_” You nudge his shin with your foot, giggling along with him, “Yes it does, just go with it.”

His laugh is adorable and, the way his eyes crinkle up with the sound is enough to make you melt.  

“Alright fine, what would you do if you won the lottery then?” He challenges, tilting his glass towards you.

Narrowing your eyes in thought, you go over the hundreds of ideas that have popped into your brain over many hours of contemplating this question.

“I’d pay off my student loans and, my car.” You begin, “I’d make sure my mom was taken care of and, the rest of my family and then, I’d buy an island in the Pacific Ocean…”

Jimin smiles, intrigued “Really? You’d live there all alone?”

“Well, I wouldn’t live there permanently, just during the winter months. Every other month, I’d live in my 17th century cottage in France where I’d master the art of making French desserts.”

The matter of fact way in which you state your plans has Jimin rolling, his wine sloshing around his glass as his twinkling laughter fills the room.  

“Don’t laugh at me!” You giggle, nudging his shin again, “I’ve thought about this a lot…”

“I can tell, you have quite the life planned for yourself Y/N. I think I’d be begging to join you in that cottage of yours. You can master French cuisine, I’ll attend some fancy ass French art school, it would work out perfectly…”

You scoff, “What makes you think I’d let you freeload in my cottage? You’d have to earn your keep Mr. Park…”

Jimin smirks at the name, “I’d be a good roommate. I’d do all the dishes, the laundry, the maintenance, I’d keep my shirt off too so, you know, you had something nice to look at…”

With that, you nudge his leg once more, giggling at his ludicrous plan, “Hmm I don’t think it’d be worth it. I clean around here just fine on my own…” You move to pull your foot off of his leg but, instead, his hand comes out to stop you.

With his fingers wrapped around your ankle, his hooded eyes flit up to yours, a lingering smirk still on his mouth, “Leave it…”

Your eyes narrow in confusion, “My foot?”

“Yeah,” He rasps, licking over his lips as he turns to put his wine on your side table, “You said they were hurting earlier right?”

A giggle comes from your mouth, as you wiggle your toes in his grip, “You’re really trying to get in on this cottage situation aren’t you?”

He moves so his knees are no longer bent and, your foot is resting comfortably his lap, “I’m just trying to show you what you’d gain if you took me in as your sugar baby…”

You guffaw at this, tugging your foot in his grip, “Oh so you’ve upgraded your request from roommate to my sugar baby?”

Jimin pinches your calf playfully, smoothing his hand over the top of your socked foot. You welcome the touch eagerly, not fully remembering the last time a man has touched you.  

“Tell me more about this cottage hm? What’s the interior like?” Jimin’s tone shifts slightly as he tucks his fingers into the black wool and, slowly begins to pull it from your foot.

“Hm…modern amenities, classical architecture; I’m a big fan of French construction…” You note, your voice lowering with the comfort Jimin’s hands were bringing you.

He’s slow and careful as he presses the pads of his thumbs into the arch of your foot, working out the tension there. “Is there a big kitchen then? Since you’re planning on mastering French desserts, you’ll need the space right?”

Immediately you nod, settling further into the plushness of your couch cushions, “Of course, complete with a brick oven and, two stand mixers…”

Jimin’s amusement grows as he continues kneading out the tenseness in your foot.  

“Would you have a garden? Fresh ingredients would make your food taste better.” He points out, his lips lingering in a smile.

“Mm…” You acknowledge, resting your head against the couch now, his touch paired with the wine, fogging up your motivation to speak full sentences; you want him to keep talking, “Definitely would need a garden; that can be part of your chores, tending to my plants…”

Jimin chuckles, admiring the way your toes wiggle in response to his touch.  

“What about you?”

“What do you mean?” He inquires, tilting his head in confusion.

“What would you do if you won the lottery?”

Jimin pats your other foot as he sets the one he was currently working on back in his lap.  

You hesitate for a moment but, quickly oblige, not wanting his attention on you to wane.  

“Ah well,” He slips off your sock, just as slowly as he did the first time before answering your question, “I’d get my dad out of this town, maybe into some fancy old folks resort in Florida or something,” He chuckles, sighing as he continues, “I’d finish school debt free and, probably try to open up my own studio in a nice city, maybe New York or Seoul…”

His voice is music to your ears and, in such strong contrast to the raging storm shaking your house. You wish he never stopped talking.

“I’d buy a condo too and, start collecting art, like the real thing, not just the shitty reprints I have now,” He elaborates, his eyes lit up with his own daydream.

“Who’s your favorite?”  

Jimin smiles as he starts massaging over your toes, keeping his touch as gentle as possible, “Degas. I’m sure you’ve heard of him. He’s the guy who painted ballerinas…”

You know exactly who he’s talking about, having taken several art history courses whilst in university.  

“Yeah of course, he’s a French artist right?”

“He is,” He points a finger at you, “So see? I’ll have to be in France sometimes so; I can study where Degas did; all the more reason to let me stay in your cottage.”  

A giggle is pulled from your throat and, “We may be able to work something out, I’ll definitely be expecting more foot rubs though.”

He smirks, “I can do that. Do they feel any better?”

A wiggle of your toes confirms your suspicions that Jimin did wonders on your tense muscles.

You can’t help but wonder how his hands would fair on the rest of your body.  

“So much better thank you…” You vow sincerely, “I think the last time I got a foot massage was two summers ago when I had my toes done for my cousins wedding.”

Jimin’s eyes narrow as your statement perplexes him, “What about your ex? He never gave you a foot rub?”

“No, definitely not,” You shake your head, tucking some hair behind your ear, “There really wasn’t a whole lot of touching in that relationship if I’m being honest…”

The wine and massage clearly leave you more willing to share the truth but, Jimin doesn’t seem to mind, taking the opportunity to learn more about you.

“Life in the bedroom went stale? Was that part of the problem?” He ventures but, he tries to keep his tone casual, hoping that his question doesn’t offend you.

A scoff leaves your lips, “If I’m being brutally honest, it was never fresh in the first place…”

“That’s something I know all too well,” He bristles, the wine clearly coating his tone, “Sex is always made out to be this passionate, jaw dropping experience and, you’re just expected to know what the other person likes and, how they feel. No one talks about it though. No one has that conversation, everyone is just aimlessly shifting around in the dark, hoping that their partner is enjoying themselves...or I don’t know, maybe that was just me...ha.” He’s not drunk but, he’s tipsy enough to start spilling his guts and, it’s got you wondering how deep this conversation is going to go.  

“Is that how it was with Cara?” You venture, leaning back on your sofa  

He smirks, eyes flitting over the perimeter of your coffee table, “It’s sad that my only long term relationship contributed to the worst sex I’ve ever had. I’m not blaming her either, not entirely, it was definitely mutual. We didn’t have any chemistry.”  

“At least the split was mutual too,” You offer, taking another sip of wine, “Break ups can be a disaster...”  

His head tilts to the side, conceding with you, “Yeah that’s true. By the time we decided to end things, half of my stuff was already back at my dad’s place.”  

“Do you ever hear from her?”  

Jimin nods, the blonde hair that’s framing his face bobbing along with his movements, “Every now and again, we’re still friendly towards each other. She called me last week to tell me she found a sketch pen of mine. It was one of my favorites so, she mailed it back to me. She’s a nice person but, the more I look back, the more I realize how unhappy I was with her.”  

You understand the feeling; it was very similar to your own failed relationship.  

“Hindsight is everything huh?” You raise your glass towards him and, he laughs, following your lead.  

“Here, here...”  

The two of you clink glasses, taking a long, slow gulp of your wine and, lean back against opposite ends of the couch.  

“I agree with you though, about sex. I think the worst part for me was always how mechanical everything could feel. Like, when someone is trying to get you off, you want to feel like they want to see you get off; like your pleasure turns them on...I never had that. I could never figure out why.”  

Your bare feet are braced against the cushions, toes wiggling into the fabric as the wine warms up your senses.  

Jimin chews on his lip, nodding in consideration, “I feel that. It was like that for me too. I always assumed it was me, like there was something wrong with what I was doing. She seemed really into what I gave her but, she wasn’t very eager to return the favor. I was too young to feel confident enough to press the issue…”

You don’t know his ex very well but, right now, you couldn’t relate to her at all. Jimin’s messy blonde hair, his cheeks rosied from the wine, his toned body tucked effortlessly into his sweater and, jeans; how could one possibly resist the chance to make him cum his brains out?

“I don’t think it was you,” You assure him, “I’m sure there were a lot of things that played into why it was so stale. I get why you’d feel that way though, I felt the same way when I was with my ex…”  

“His lack of foot massages could have told me that… ” He smirks, throwing back the rest of his Cabernet, the red liquid lingering on his lips as he pulls his glass away.

Tempting.

“You want to know something tragic?” You lean over and grab the bottle of wine off of the table, “We were together for 4 years and, I can count the times he ate me out, on one hand…”

Jimin’s eyes go wide, “Fuck off, you’re kidding me right? Did you ever say anything?”

He silently holds his glass out, and you pour a little more for the both of you. You didn’t know how long he would be here but, you didn’t want to risk either of you getting too drunk.  

“I mean, I did but, I guess it was similar to your situation. I felt like he didn’t really like doing it and, I’m not really turned on by the idea of my boyfriend giving head because he feels obligated to…”  

Jimin glances at the exposed skin of your inner thighs and decides that anyone who passes up the opportunity to bury their face between your legs, is likely insane.

“I can’t picture it, I’m sorry…” He chuckles, shaking his head, “I couldn’t imagine not wanting to eat pussy.”

Your cheeks heat but, it’s not out of embarrassment; Jimin’s lips looked really good curling around the word pussy. They look really good all the time though…

“When I asked him about it one time, he said,” You pause, to giggle at the memory, feeling ridiculous that you had bought into his bullshit, “‘I like feeling close to you babe and, when I’m down there, I don’t feel like we’re connecting emotionally.’ “

His eyes widen again as he splutters a laugh through his pursed lips, “Oh my god, what a fucking tool. That is the biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard. I bet he had no issues with you sucking his dick though right? Was that close enough for him?”

You join in his laughter, nodding with the second question, “Ah yes that was pure intimacy. My throat was a one way ticket to my heart and soul.”

Jimin’s laughter grows, his head falling back as he leans into the back of your couch for support.

“I can’t believe I stayed with him for so long, he and I were so different…” You muse, as the laughter between the two of you dies down.

“You guys were high school sweethearts right? Maybe you stayed because it was comfortable.”

Your teeth have found a place on your lower lip as you nod in consideration of his words, “Yeah, that definitely played a part. It was also because everyone expected us to stay together you know? My mom loved him, my friends loved him and, I loved him too but, honestly? I don’t think I ever fell in love with him, not fully. I figured it was something I’d eventually get over or, something I’d fix but, it wasn’t on me. It wasn’t on him either. That’s why I ended things, we just weren’t right for each other.”

Jimin nods slowly, eyes scanning over you to ensure that you’re ok, “Did he feel the same, when you guys split?”  

You think back to the day you broke things off. Your ex didn’t really act surprise at your announcement; in fact, he seemed pretty relieved that he got out of having to breach the subject himself.

“I think so. He knew it was time; it had been time for a while. I started ‘falling asleep on the couch’” You quote the terms with your fingers, “and, he was going out with his friends like 5 times a week.  We ended things as friends and, I genuinely hope he’s doing well.”

Jimin offers up a sweet smile, impressed with your outlook on things. He felt a little bitter by the end of his relationship, although he has trouble admitting it.  

“He’s still a tool for not wanting to eat you out though; hopefully he’s learned the error of his ways…” He jests, taking another sip of wine, eyeing you as he does.

“I’m hoping for the sake of the next girl that he has.” You concede, smirking over the rim of your glass.

A bit of silence moves between the two of you and, Jimin spends that time in contemplation before he speaks again,  “Y/N, not to be too forward but,” Hooded eyes lock onto yours, in an incredulous deadpan, “the fact that he didn’t want to make you cum every chance he got is disturbing to me…”

Jimin’s words lick at your insides, stoking a fire deep in your belly but, you’re confused; why does he care so much?  

A smirk curves on the corners of your mouth, not wanting to show that his words affect you, “I could say the same thing about your girl Cara, I couldn’t imagine being with you and, not wanting to suck your dick.”

He splutters against his glass, checking 3 different times to make sure he just heard what he thinks he heard, “Excuse me?”  

A shrug of your shoulder pairs nicely with a nonchalant sip of wine, “What? I just repeated what you said...”

He shakes his head immediately and, upon noticing the darkness edging around his pupils, you feel a tightness growing between your legs.  

“Your response was a little more descriptive don’t you think?”  

While you’re thinking of another totally chill response, Jimin sets his wine glass on the coffee table. His tongue licks over his bottom lip before it’s tucked carefully between his teeth.

“Are you uncomfortable with my response Jimin?”

He smirks now, understanding what you’re playing at, “No, not in the way you’re thinking...”

You return his expression and, set your own glass down before the kitchen timer interrupts your lustful exchange. The heat on your cheeks is almost unbearable but, you can’t risk setting the smoke alarm off so, reluctantly, you nod toward the sound.

“That’s the pie...”

Jimin’s smirk hasn’t faltered, his puffy eyes alight with intrigue, “I figured...”

“I’ll be right back.”

He doesn’t give you the chance though because, not a full minute passes after you pull out the second apple pie before you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist.  

The breath that is due to exhale gets caught in your throat and, your hand comes up reflexively to grasp at the limbs currently encasing your hips. 

“It’s me...” Jimin’s melodic voice is at your ear, his breath causing goosebumps.

“Bummer, I was hoping it was my other hot neighbor.” You tease, nails gently raking across the top of Jimin’s hand.

He snickers, face firmly situated in the crook of your neck, “Sorry to disappoint you...”

His hands are getting braver now, sliding slowly under the hem of your sweater, forcing every hair on your body to stand at attention. Without permission, your body seems to betray you as it melts back into Jimin’s embrace; the woodsy notes of his cologne are making you dizzy and, you can feel the tightness between your legs intensifying. Quickly, before you collapse onto the floor, you turn around in Jimin’s arms only to be met with his lustful smile, his hair disheveled from being roughed up against your neck.

“I want a kiss...” He whispers immediately against your lips, nudging your nose as he does, “Can I have one?”  

A nod is all you can muster before leaning in and attaching your lips to his. Jimin kisses like the devil himself; slowly exploring your lips with gentle caresses of his tongue and teeth, his hands still tracing into the curves of you. He smirks into the kiss as he feels you press closer to him; he knows he’s good.  

“Your lips are so soft.” Jimin muses, eyes still closed, smirk still present as he slowly backs you into the counter, chuckling darkly as you gasp when the cold tile hits your exposed skin.

“So are yours...they’re big...” You whisper clumsily, your cheeks heating as you hear exactly what you just said, Jimin’s already snickering again, having beat you to your explanation. “You know what I mean...”

“I know what you mean jagi...don’t worry about it...” He rasps, allowing his ‘big’ lips to travel down your chin and into your neck, his saliva acting as another catalyst for goosebumps. He hums low in his throat as he kisses tenderly against the junction of your neck. “I want you by the way...in case you were wondering...”

His comment causes you to giggle but as he sucks your tender skin between his teeth, a moan catches on the end of it. The sound is enough to make his dick swell in his jeans, a groan rumbling deep in his chest.

“You think I could get you to make more of those noises for me?” He challenges playfully nipping into your skin again and, his hands gripping your hips tighter.

A slow smile comes over your lips as your eyes lull back in pleasure, “You can definitely try...”

Jimin likes that answer, he likes the challenge...

Moments later, bare of any clothing, Jimin takes time admiring your body using his lips, his hands, his words:

“I’ve never been this hard for someone in my entire life...you’re so fucking beautiful...so fucking soft...” The bite of his words are pairing with the bite of his teeth, which are currently digging into your hips whilst his eager hands smooth up your inner thighs. He pauses for a moment, lips still lingering against your skin before he looks up at you through hooded eyes, “As much as I want to hold these pretty hips down and eat you til you cry...”

He pauses when your eyes close as you take a deep breath at his words, another sinful giggle coming from his lips. He bites your hip again to get your attention, “...I’d rather have you crying on my dick instead.”

Whatever Jimin wants, Jimin-

“Oh my god...” You whimper into his neck as he expertly pumps his hips against yours, his toned back flexing under the grip of your nails. “Jimin...”

“She really wants me to cum doesn’t she? Saying my name all pretty and shit...does this dick feel good baby?” He chuckles into your ear, pressing a few haphazard kisses against the shell of your ear, his stomach churning from the amount of pleasure swirling in his gut.  

You nod, smiling darkly as you run your fingers through his hair, “So good...you’re going to make me cum...”

This eggs him on, he pushes into you deeper, harder, faster, his shaky breath puffing heavily into your neck, “Fucking cum for me then...”

The release you’re both chasing comes quickly, the pleasure warming you from the inside out. As Jimin gives his final thrust, he collapses on top of you, kissing your neck as the two of you come down.

Mind blowing, that’s the only word to describe him.  

“You deserve to win by the way, more than anyone I know...” Jimin whispers after moments of silence, his hands still roaming over your skin.

Warmth spreads from your head to your toes as you press a kiss to his cheek.  

He’s talking about the lottery...

“Still trying to sweet talk your way into my cottage?” You giggle and, he follows suit, kissing languidly across your chest.

“No,” He smirks up at you, sweaty blonde hair framing his face, “I think I found a better way to use my mouth...”

[stereksecretsanta]

Merry Christmas, @oldestcharm!

*****

Stiles was in a department store-not his favorite place to be, but he was buying Christmas presents for his friends and he was almost done with his list. All he needed was something for Derek. There isn’t really a ‘brooding Alpha werewolf’ section at Macy’s. He thought about a history book, but that’s so predictable. Stiles wanted to get the man something special (for reasons he wouldn’t share).

He stopped at every aisle and stand, checking if anything would fit. Unfortunately, he was out of luck. The sweaters were all too bright and festive, he was pretty sure Derek would strangle him with it if he gave him one.

Maybe cologne? Stiles wasn’t sure what kind the man would like, though. He wasn’t going to buy something cheap, but he didn’t really have the money for Dolce and Gabanna. Still, wouldn’t hurt to try them out.

He picked up a golden bottle first. Velvet Tender read the bottle. Spraying a tiny amount on his wrist Stiles grimaced at the odor. That one was definitely a no.

Next he tried one called The One. He tried spraying it but nothing seemed to come out. Shaking the bottle, he tried again. Of-course he had to hold it the wrong way, spraying it all over his face. “Fuck!” Stiles cried out as the liquid hit his eyes. He stumbled backwards and into a wall.

“Hey! Watch it!” someone shouted.

Stiles barely forced his eyes open and realized he hadn’t hit a wall, but a woman. A woman who was carrying a bag which was now lying on the floor. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry!”

“You imbecile!” the woman cried out. “You just ruined 6 months of hard work!” she shouted, pointing towards the bag.

“I’m really sorry! I didn’t see you and I was trying out perfumes and-what are you doing?”

The woman was glaring at Stiles now, chanting something under her breath.

“Um, ma’am? Are you okay?” he asked, confused and slightly worried.

“Great moon in the sky hear my ploy, a curse I shall lay on this mannerless boy. Teach him a lesson, two or three, only under one condition shall he be set free. A kiss from his true love before Christmas eve, a symbol on his arm, under his sleeve. Ignore the curse that I have sewn, and witness your body turn to stone.”

Stiles swallowed the lump in his throat. “Men… All idiots…” the woman muttered as she picked up her things and left.

Did he just get cursed by a witch?

-

“SCOTT!” Stiles shouted as he ran through the front door of Scott’s house and up the stairs to his bedroom. “Scott! Scotty!” He busted open the door to the bedroom, finding the boy playing a game.

“Dude, where’s the fire?” Scott asked, not breaking eye contact with the TV.

“Scott! Witch! Macy’s! Curse! Perfume!” Stiles was frantically pacing around the room, which got his best friend’s attention.

Scott grabbed him by the shoulders and made him look in his eyes. “Stiles! Deep breaths! Can you do that with me?”

He nodded, trying to get his breathing under control.

“Better now?” Scott asked smiling.

Stiles exhaled. “Yeah…”

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“Um… Well, funny you should ask…”

“Stiles?”

“I might have gotten cursed by a witch,” he sheepishly admitted.

Scott’s eyes widened. “You WHAT? How?!”

“I was shopping for a stupid Christmas present and accidentally bumped into a lady and broke some of her stuff! Then she started chanting and now I think I’m cursed!” Stiles was starting to panic again, but Scott had him focus on his breathing again.

“Do you know what the curse is?”

Stiles gulped. “I… I think I have to kiss my true love before Christmas eve, or I’ll turn to stone…”

“Oh, shit,” Scott cursed. “That’s serious.”

They fell into a momentary silence until Stiles spoke up. “Can you kiss me?”

Scott’s eyes widened again. “What?! No!”

“Dude! You’re my best friend! My brother! That has to count as true love!” Stiles pleaded.

“Which makes it even weirder!”

“You’d rather have me be a bird fountain than kiss me once?!”

Scott chewed on his bottom lip for a bit. Stiles tried his best puppy-eyes look, and it worked (it always worked on Scott). “Fine! But nobody can know!”

“Okay, Mr. Homophobe.”

“I’m not homophobic! I just don’t want-ugh! Do you want me to do this or not?!”

“Yes!” Stiles cried out.

Scott took a breath and brought their bodies closer. Their faces were inches apart, he could feel the heat from Stiles’ face.

“Today, Romeo!” Stiles groaned.

“Shut up!” Scott cupped Stiles’ face and closed his eyes, pulling the other’s face to his, interlocking their lips. He was about to pull away when Stiles entered his mouth with his tongue. Scott panicked for a moment but decided to go with it, there was no going back anyway.

Stiles pulled away moments later gasping for air. “Dude, that was… really intense…” Scott mumbled.

“Sorry, bro, but I’m not taking any chances,” Stiles responded, checking his arm. “Damn it! The mark is still there!”

“So, this was all for nothing?”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Stiles said in defense. “We’ve gotten to know each other on a whole new level, dude!”

Moments later Stiles was pushed out of the McCall house, the door slamming behind him. “Love you, too, bro!”

-

Next stop was Lydia’s house. Surely she would have an idea for a solution, right?

Stiles knocked on the brightly decorated front door impatiently waiting for an answer, Seconds later the door swung open and Stiles was greeted by the sight of none other than Lydia Martin herself. She was wearing a wine red sweater with a reindeer on it-Stiles had to laugh, it was weird seeing the usually serious girl in such attire.

“Can I help you, Stiles?” she asked in an annoyed tone. “It better not be supernatural related because I have an entire house full of distant family members and I just can’t deal with more.”

“Well, now that you mention it…”

“Stiles,” she moaned.

“Can I just come in? It’s really important!”

Lydia exhaled through her nose and further opened the door, letting the boy in. “Don’t talk to anyone!” she ordered and made her way upstairs to her room, Stiles right behind her.

They were almost at her room when one of Lydia’s aunts stopped them. “Lydia! Who is this?!” the older woman chimed.

“Auntie Karen…” Lydia sighed. “This is Stiles, remember?”

“Oh, the boy who had a crush on you?”

“Excuse me?” Stiles was taken aback. Lydia talked to her family about his feelings for her?!

“Nice to meet you, Stiles, was it?” the woman smiled, extending her hand. “I’m Karen, Lydia’s fun aunt.”

Stiles shook her hand, not quite sure what to say.

“My, what beautiful cheekbones you have! Why won’t you date him, Lydia? He’s very handsome!”

“Auntie Karen! You should go into the kitchen! I think mom brought out the good champagne!” Lydia grabbed Stiles by the hand and ran off to her room. “And I’m not dating anyone!”

She locked the door behind them, exhaling in relief.

“You told your aunt about my crush?!” Stiles said in a hurt tone, resting his hands on his hips.

“This isn’t about me! I thought you had something important to talk about!”

He groaned but decided to let it go. Another time, there were more urgent things to discuss. “So, I was shopping for some Christmas presents and I accidentally bumped into a lady and broke some of her stuff, and then she started chanting and before I knew it I was cursed and had this mark on my hand, and now if I don’t kiss my true love before Christmas eve I’ll turn to stone!”

Lydia stood there for a while just staring at Stiles, not saying a word. After a while it was starting to freak him out so he spoke up again. “Lyds? Lydia? Did your brain break?”

“Shut up.”

“Okay.”

“I’m not quite sure what you want me to do about a curse.”

Stiles groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. “Don’t say that! You know everything!”

She puckered her lips and hummed. “What if you joined one of those dating websites?”

“Dating websites?”

“Yeah… I mean, it’s a fast and easy way to get to know people. You have like, what, a week?”

“I guess we could try…”

And they did. They set up a profile for Stiles on a speed dating website. Lydia had to try her best to get a good photo of the boy, but in the end, they succeeded and Stiles’ profile looked very presentable.

“Now what?” Stiles asked.

“Now we wait for someone to message you,” Lydia replied, getting up. “Now, if you’ll excuse me I have drunk family members to deal with.”

Stiles got back into his car and was about to drive away when his phone buzzed. He set up the site’s notifications to appear on his phone so he’d see them as soon as possible.

Looking at the message he freaked out a bit. It was from a guy! Did Lydia put ‘interested in women and men’?! Then again, thinking about it, what if his true love was a man? Could he deal with that? He never thought about it. Okay, maybe a little. Stiles was a curious guy; can you blame him?

Hey sexy! Wanna grab a drink? ;)

He stared at his phone for what felt an eternity, but eventually replied with a ‘sure’. To Hell with it, he was not taking any chances with this stupid curse.

The guy (named Brandon) messaged him the place and time. It was a bar on the outskirts of town, Stiles had only been there once with Scott. It wasn’t anything special, but at least they’d have some privacy.

At 7pm later that day Stiles got into his jeep ready to drive to the bar. He put on his nicest looking shirt and jeans; he was very determined not to screw anything up, he didn’t have the time for that!

But, of course, he was Stiles and he just couldn’t catch a break. His beloved Roscoe decided to die on him. “Oh, come on!” he cried out hitting the wheel. Looking around he realized he was really close to Derek’s apartment. His common sense told him no, but his will to live told him yes. So he managed to park his jeep in an empty space and ran up to Derek’s loft, knocking frantically on the door.

“Go away, Stiles,” the man shouted from inside the building. How did he even know it was him? Oh yeah, werewolf senses.

“Derek! I need your help! Please! It’s a life or death situation!” the teen pleaded.

He heard shuffling on the other side and the door opened, revealing a sweat drenched Derek in a wifebeater and black sweatpants. Needless to say, Stiles was very curious then.

“What do you want?” the werewolf asked, crossing his arms. “I’m busy.”

“I, uh…” Stiles tried really hard to form a sentence but he just couldn’t for some reason. The sweat across Derek’s biceps made them look really big-although they probably were that big.

Derek rolled his eyes and tried slamming the door shut but Stiles quick stopped him. “Wait! I’m cursed!”

That seemed to grab the man’s attention. “I accidentally ruined a witch’s something and she sorta cursed me, so now I have to kiss my true love before Christmas eve or I’ll turn to stone!” he rambled, showing the mark on his arm.

“I’m not kissing you.”

“That’s not what I meant! I’m going on a date with someone but my car broke down and I really don’t wanna ask you for help, but I’m kinda desperate here!”

Derek seemed to be mulling it over for a bit. “Please, dude! I really don’t wanna be turned to stone!”

“Maybe then you’ll finally be quiet.”

“Dude! Come on!”

Derek rolled his eyes and sighed. “Fine. Wait here,” he said and closed the door.

A few minutes later a fully clothed Derek reappeared, and he smelled really good. Not that Stiles was into it or anything, cause he really wasn’t.

They got into Derek’s Camaro and drove off to the bar. “Dude, I owe you big time,” Stiles said checking himself in the sun visor mirror. Had to make sure he looked the best he could.

“I can’t believe I’m driving you on a date.”

“Yeah, me neither,” Stiles muttered under his breath.

Derek, of-course, heard that and bumped the car a bit to make Stiles hit his head on the window. “Ow!”

A few minutes later they arrived at the bar and Stiles quickly jumped out. “I’ll call you when it’s over!” he said and closed the door.

“Stiles, no!” Derek called after him but it was too late. He groaned and drove off. Why was he being nice to the guy?

Walking into the bar Stiles scanned the room and smiled when he recognized Brandon. He made his way over to him, trying his best to look cool and not a nervous mess.

“Brandon! Hey!” he called out and tripped over himself. He landed face down on the ground and made everyone stare at him. Real smooth.

Brandon made his way over and helped him get up. “Uh, hey, you alright?”

“Yeah, just checking the air down there,” Stiles joked, trying to lighten up the situation and make himself look less spazzy-if that was even possible.

Brandon let out a weak laugh and led him to their table. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Uh, a beer’s fine.”

The young man nodded and went over to the bar. Stiles groaned and cursed himself under his breath. ‘Can I be cool for one minute?’ he thought.

A minute later Brandon still wasn’t back. Stiles looked over at the bar and didn’t see the guy anywhere. Maybe he went to the bathroom? He pulled out his phone and started playing a dumb game to pass the time.

12 levels and 30% less battery later he realized Brandon still wasn’t back, and he probably wasn’t coming back at all. Stiles texted Derek that he can come pick him up now.

He went outside and waited for the man while looking at his dating site inbox. No new messages. His stomach felt heavy with worry. Why did he think he was going to find his true love on a stupid dating website? Especially in such short time. He was so stupid. He deserved to be turned to stone, he always ruined everything.

A loud honk snapped him out of his thoughts; it was Derek. Stiles got into the car and slumped down in the seat. “Did it work?” Derek asked.

“No,” Stiles replied with a scoff. “It didn’t work. I fucking tripped over myself the second I walked into like a total moron, and the guy didn’t even try to forget it. He just said he’s getting us drinks and then bailed! I mean, I don’t even blame him. I wouldn’t go on a date with myself. There’s nothing special about me; I’m a spazz with no attention span that trips over air and breaks stuff belonging to angry witches. Might as well let myself be turned into stone, maybe then-”

Stiles’ rant was cut short when Derek pulled him by his shirt to himself. He thought the man was about to punch him or rip his tongue out, but what he wasn’t expecting was to be kissed by him. Derek pushed his tongue into Stiles’ mouth, freely exploring his mouth.

It felt strange. Very strange. The man had stubble and he was rough, but… Stiles was weirdly into it. He started pushing back, challenging the older man. Their tongues swirled and danced with each other, causing Stiles to let out a loud moan. Derek practically growled and Stiles had never been so turned on as in that moment.

Derek pulled back, though. “What was that?” Stiles asked.

“I could smell your boner when you came to my apartment. I knew what you were thinking when I opened the door.”

“Dude, that’s cheating.”

“Check your arm,” Derek said.

Stiles quickly pulled back his sleeve and his eyes widened. The mark was gone. It was actually gone. “Dude,” he said, looking at Derek. “This is really awkward. You’re my true love?”

Derek started the car and grinned. “Wanna go to my place and take care of your other problem?” he asked, looking at the road.

Stiles’ cheeks turned bright red when he realized what Derek meant. Stupid werewolf senses.

THE END

[ofmice-and-imagines]

Stairwells & backseats

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: smut, mild name calling, choking, skipping school lmao

Word count: 3,551

Synopsis: Stiles and Y/N get away from school during lunch to handle some frustration of a specific manner...

          “Sugar conducting cells of the phloem are separated by perforated sieve plates. This is in order to allow the movement of sugar through the plant. These cells also lack a nuc-” Ms. Sherman’s botanical droning was interrupted by the high B sharp note of our school bell piercing the calm air. “Well, it seems as if the bell has caught us today. We’ll continue our discussion on angiosperm morphology tomorrow. Don’t forget to submit yesterday’s lab reports to me before midnight tonight! Class dismissed.” Her mention of homework was followed by a chorus of displeased grumbles backed by the bustle of packing up. Pulling my backpack over my shoulder, I made my way out into the sea current of students flowing past the room.

          The click of high heels on vinyl tile grew louder as Lydia joined me and matched my stride. “There’s no doubt that you did the econ work.. Care to help a friend in need?” I asked, my voice giving away my hopefulness. Her glassy eyes made an obvious shift to gaze at my hair; I had decided to experiment with styles and do something different with it today. Lydia playfully rolled her eyes at me and teased, “Plenty of time to do your hair and not school work?” Almost automatically, I sucked my teeth to make sass a leading note in my response. “Actually, I did it. I just wanna check my answers, I really wanna make sure I don’t make less than a 90!” My hands shot up into a defensive gesture, although snaps would be better to accompany the jocularly hostile inflections in my voice. The copper-haired banshee widened her eyes and hesitated a second; this indicated her defeat.

          Soon, we reached Lydia’s locker and she began twisting away at the lock. Before I could comprehend it, my right arm was in someone’s grasp. Being pulled backwards left me with no choice but to follow suit. It was not difficult for me to recognize the blur of dark green flannel pulling me through the halls. Nothing in me doubted that Stiles was taking me somewhere with haste; by simply paying attention I knew exactly where. With careful focus on keeping up and not tripping over my feet, I barely noticed when we reached a halt. Just as I suspected, Stiles and I had ducked into our usual spot– a neglected stairwell tucked away in the science wing of Beacon Hills High. It was an area that was nearly always desolate and had no cameras; at some point Stiles insisted we used it as a nook for getting as steamy as the setting would allow us, and that’s what we had been doing since.

          Anyone could swear my eyes illuminated with delight upon seeing his face; it was my first sight of him all morning, as he had showed up late to school. “Glad you could finally join us, Mr. Stilinski. I’m guessing you woke up late?” I poked, trying to coax an explanation out of him. Stiles was quick to dismiss me with a “Yeah, yeah.” and got down to business with his original intentions. The force from him lunging himself onto me and initiating a kiss caused me to stumble backward. As a reflex, my arms coiled around his firm torso and I dissipated into our oral choreography. Between his rapid heartbeat and his tongue in my mouth, I found it easy to forget to breathe. The brunet began rutting his groin against me in an attempt to make his boner known to me. I loved everything about feeling the length his dick tucked away horizontally in his pants, held captive from its desires by his jeans. In the midst of all this, I suddenly felt his hand on my neck, applying just enough pressure to destroy any dam preventing a flood in my underwear. It was as if capturing my kiss and grinding against me wasn’t enough for him. With sum of all his inflictions, he had succeeded at making me want him to bend me over the banister and demolish my cunt right there. Just as suddenly as it all unfolded, Stiles darted away from me and naturally trodden from where we were on the landing to the top of the stairs.

          I was frozen with disbelief. Had he really gotten me riled up just to leave me hanging? Stiles had left me feeling nothing short of betrayed and confused. Soft steps brought an ensemble of brown curls into my view. Sydney had come up the stairs, and likely saw our session. It dawned on me that she was the most logical explanation for Stiles’capricious actions. “Um, Hey.” I smiled at her as she passed, hoping it would dissolve any awkwardness lingering. My greeting was met with a genuine smile and a “Good morning, Y/N!” which was a lot more comforting than it would normally be. It felt like a walk of shame as I made my way to class with my cheeks flushed red and my panties continuing to dampen. My phone buzzing against my torso from its resting place in my jacket pocket caught me by surprise. The screen irradiated with a message.

          💗Mieczyslaw💗: Close to caught- sorry!

          The stairwell scandal between Stiles and I only left me with a hot discomfort for my next few classes. Thinking of the abrupt end to our session opposed to the ending I wanted impeded on any focus I had. It’d be understatement to say I ached to feel at Stiles’ mercy once more. A lightning bolt of enthusiasm shot through my core when my phone went off as I made my way to lunch. Sure enough- a message from Stiles, this time bringing me eagerness rather than disappointment.

          💗Mieczyslaw💗: Lunch “date”?😏 Meet me at Roscoe.

          Without a second thought and no convincing necessary, I switched my path to head to the student parking lot. It comes as a surprise that no one heard my heart considering how loudly it pumped as I made my way to my boyfriend’s Jeep. Just the sight of the brown-eyed boy waiting for me made my knees go weak. Once our eyes calibrated together he flashed a genuine, toothy smile at me. The squint caused by his enormous grin always had the ability to melt me like a wicked witch. My feet seemed to speed their pace without my intentions. Before I knew it, I was launching myself into Stiles arms to be held in a hug. “I’d kiss you but I don’t know if I can handle getting any wetter..” I whined. What I meant as a statement Stiles took as a challenge. He subtly dusted wet pecks onto my exposed neck. With this, I shimmied out of his embrace and jabbed, “Aren’t you a huge tease?”

          “I have been today, no getting around that. I figured you’d ditch me to get revenge, doll. You love me more than I thought, Y/N!” Stiles bantered back. “Well, let’s bounce before I change my mind, loverboy.” I warned, only half serious. Nothing more was needed for Stiles to open the driver’s side door of his Jeep and motion me inside. He waited as I scooched across the seat to the other side and climbed in after me.

          We drove until we reached a road lined with woods indistinguishable from any other wood-lined desolate road. A few turns later, Stiles parked Roscoe in a familiar isolated clearing. I found it crazy how many spots bared significance to us that would just be places to other people.

          “You brought me to pick wildflowers for lunch? Or is this the part where I find a surprise picnic?” I questioned, although I was aware why he’d brought me here. It wasn’t any different from the reason he’s always brought me here. Still, I pitched jocular scenarios, “Nope, I’ve got it! You’re gonna leave here without me and no one is ever gonna see me again! I think I’ll start running now.” I playfully reached for the passenger door handle but was quickly frozen by the sound of the doors clicking locked. Stiles’ adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed intensely. “I wouldn’t put that past anyone- after all this is Beacon Hills.” His tone was as dark as possible with this statement. My eyes softened until he beamed to invalidate my alarm. “Y/N, you know why I brought you out here.” He accompanied this statement with a hand motion to the teepee on display in his lap and continued, “You can feel in your own pants why I brought you here, doll.” With this utterance, a firm hand slid to my side of the Jeep and rubbed against my thigh gently, but with all the aggressive hunger of a piranha. Not wanting to prolong the exposition, I climbed over the front seat. In the process, I showed careful precision in arching my back to emphasize my ass and to ensure an enhanced performance from Stiles. In the back seat, I motioned for him to join me.

          It took less than a minute for our activities to be in full swing. Both of our shirts were gone and my neck was damp and red with Stiles’ passion. My panties were soiled with my desire, no thanks to his rough, carefully targeted grinding against my cunt. His boner seemed no less hard than it did during our time in the stairwell. With the thought of his rigid staff working away in my core, my thighs squeezed together to generate even more friction. “Who knew I’d be having dessert for lunch, darling?” He stopped his actions long enough to accompany his statement with a short lived glance upon my face. Without so much as an opportunity for me to blink, his focus realigned with my chest and it was again besieged by Stiles’ open mouthed antics.

          “If I leave here with my chest raw and not my pussy, you and I are going to have issues. Majorly.”

          This statement stopped the boy in his tracks. After taking a second to register my prurient remark in such an assertive voice, his hands were flying to his belt with utmost urgency. “Keep talking like that and our only issue will be my premature ejactulation..” As if on cue, his cock rose to its full potential, no longer confined by pants or boxers. The truth in his comment was evident in the seemingly concrete state of his member, and the precum that had gathered on its head like glaze. Like glaze, in addition, the thought of tasting it made my mouth water out of desperation.

          Stiles shuffled and shifted backwards so that his back rested against the backseat door behind him. I had no time to fathom what he was doing when he leaned forward and placed his palm against the back of my head and impelled it towards his yearning area. In the franticness it didn’t bestow me to welcome his cock with an eager mouth, so my lips were met with his tip’s warm seepance. With his gaze captured in my own, and his eyes wide with expectancy, I slowly licked the substance from my mouth’s outside. I could hear the impatient arousal in his gulp following my action.

          Saliva gathered from his brackish fluid, I finally ended his anticipation with his dick between my lips. My tongue showed tremendous self determination as it explored the forward end of his sheath. I was taking time to enjoy the sensations presented by the different textures of Stiles’ dick tip and shaft. It soon became obvious that my curiosity didn’t meet Stiles’ amusement. “I swear you’re the hugest fucking tease, Y/N..” But his comment seemed to trail off at the end once I lowered my entire head onto his cock. His words simply dissolved into his sounds of gratification meshing perfectly the unintentional noises of my slurping. My pussy only proceeded to soaken more at the feeling of my jaw setting up an ache from the stretch Stiles’s dick caused. It was no surprise that the thought of it being painful to accommodate Stiles only deepened my craving. The boy began using my hair as his personal handles to direct my inflictions, and seemed to get greedy as his hips started to work at a similar rhythm, us colliding in the middle. His jabs at the back of my throat were bound to be a sight of soreness in a few hours. The pair of skilled hands shoved my head farther onto his cock until my nose met his pelvis and held it there. No escape was available from the way he clenched my head in place, only a loud, intense gag from me led to my freedom.

          Soon his member was throbbing with rapid blood flow which one could assume to be accompanied by adrenaline. Stiles’ grip on my hair tightened and began pulling me back from my impositions on his cock. He forced me back against the opposite side of the car; out of disappointment and impulse I attempted to lean back into him. A hand with a firm grasp around my neck was used by him to shove me back into place. His hand didn’t leave my throat as he gradually leaned to where his face barely touched mine. “Stay.” he growled, using a tone that could make me do anything.. with a pool of desire in my panties, that is.

          He turned away to reach into the front to dig through the glove compartment in a frenzy. His hands resurfaced from the mess clutching a foil square that even the most innocent of minds could recognized with ease. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his mouth as he used his teeth to tear the condom packet open. My mind wandered to the things his teeth could do to me. It went without my noticing that my eyes had closed as I zoned out and melted into the imagination of Stiles pleasuring me with his mouth.

          The feeling of his hands separating my legs yanked me out of my trance. His sheathed cock stood with perfect posture as he clasped it, leading it to my center. My clit was met with the stroking of his lubed tip against it, causing me to gasp at the impression and suck my lip in to crush it between my teeth. I had the urge to clamp my legs shut from the toe curling sensation of his member effortlessly violating my clit. The region between my legs was a nothing less than a black hole, hungry to take in anything that would feel good, but specifically Stiles’ cock. “I don’t want it Stiles, forget about my clit! Please take this pussy.” My words caused him to halt his actions once again and fix his gaze on my face. The smirk embellishing his face made eeriness sweep through me, there was no doubt that he wouldn’t give me what I ached for.

          Even my thighs had gone slick with my juices when Stiles made it his intentions to eat me out. My self lubrication only led to wet noises as he thoroughly tongued my blossom. The boy was careful to drag his tongue through every area that would get a reaction out of me. His tender, feather-like licks against the inside of my labia sent my legs squirming. My hips wiggled against the backseat, my only goal being reaching his cock. “Y/N, don’t act like you can’t take a little tease. Karma is a bitch, especially to cockteases like you.” With that, he dove back into my pussy, and aimed his aggressive sucking at my clit. He was attentive to kneading my thighs with his hands and making sure that I felt his nails and tensed up because of it. Stiles knew how to speedily get a tsunami wave building up behind my dam. As soon as he felt my hand draw up a handful of his hair, he sat up. This was done with an excessive amount of enthusiasm, as his head banged against the ceiling in his haste. “Ow, fuck!” Stiles yelled. A large guffaw escaped my chest at the sight of the boy holding his head in agony. His eyes quickly lost their pain filled squint and he looked at me with furrowed brows.

          “It’s funny?” He asked.

          “Extremely!” I replied, breathless from laughing.

          “Oh yeah?” frustration was prominent in his as his hand reached to claim its rightful place around my neck. I could already feel my head going light as he adjusted his grip enough to stop my laughing. “How about now, slut?” questioned the boy. At this point I was as ready to take his length as I’d ever be. His free hand went to his cock and got to work placing it in alignment with my desirous hole. A slow thrust into me was hardly necessary, my built up anticipation combined with the condom’s lubricant  allowed for him to enter me with finesse. I gasped from both the tenacious grip that persisted on my neck and surprise at how he filled me to the brim. I couldn’t say that it fit like a glove, but I could say that it felt as if his dick was made the perfect size to push my limits, to stretch me just right. Stiles didn’t have to be all the way inside of me for me to already feel the pressure against my insides. The slickness of my heat was the perfect condition for Stiles to immediately get to work breaking it in. There was nothing but purpose shown in his callous rutting against. He was a man who knew what he wanted and exactly how he was going to get it. His very passion was being put to action in the form of incessant grazes against the spot I wished he could directly slam against.

          It didn’t help my wetness that his strokings against me were so precise and calculated, Stiles wasn’t just the brains of the pack, he was the brains of our libido. The best part was that he was as skilled as to know the correct moves to send us both over the edge, me writhing and seeking mercy, and him meeting my hopes with nothing but brute thrusts to milk his release.

          When Stiles was inside of me, going like he happened to be, I could never avoid losing control. The sounds coming from me were ones I had no clue how to duplicate any other time. “Fuck, fuck.. Mieczysław!” my own hand shot up to clutch the wrist of the one he had planted on my throat. Beneath us, we could feel the Jeep rocking slightly in calibration with his vigorous thrusts. My whimpers and mutterings were everywhere once Stiles was hitting my g-spot with flawless accuracy and vitality. My hands mimicked the knot above my pelvis in their tightening around Stiles’ forearm and wrist. As soon as my toes seemed to curl without my doing, I knew it was only a matter of time, and so did he. Urgency became an added factor to his thrusts, trying to get himself caught up to me as far as finishing. I was hardly more than a mindless slut for the pleasure he was giving me before I met my long anticipated end with a grunt that must have rang throughout the entire clearing. My thighs shook beyond my controlling as I clawed at my boyfriend; he was now using my pussy to reach his own finish. This thought alone could leave me ready for another round. Without much further ado, his pent up lust spilled into the latex. It took more than a few extra strokes to completely empty his shaft. Soon, his jawline rested upon my collar bone, and the rest of him fell into place on top of me. My hand gently skimmed against his milky back as my eyes searched the Jeeps’ interior for something to rest on amidst our unified pants. Eventually, they landed on the digital clock up front, gleaming “1:13,” and simply shifted to watch out of the windshield.

          After a second of thought, my eyes widened with panic. “It’s 1:13. Stiles, it’s 1:13! We’re late, and so fucked.” I began nudging him off of me and reaching for my shirt that had ended up in the passenger seat. Stiles chuckled as he fastened his pants, “We’re definitely fucked after what we just did, huh?” His jab was followed by a kiss to my cheek. He removed the condom, rolled down his window and tossed it out. “Hey! Don’t be a litterbug, Mieczyslaw Stilinski.” I chastised in the same way one would tell a child not to bite. “Relax, princess, it’s biodegradable.” and with this, Stiles tugged his shirt over his head. He climbed back into the front seat leaving me to finish dressing in the back.

           Roscoe roared to life before Stiles spoke, “We’re already late and there’s no changing that, doll. Might as well make it super late, you hungry?” Both my stomach and face smiled with the mention of food. “Is that a question? Always, Mieczyslaw.” We exited the clearing with an appetite and his hand resting in its rightful spot on my thigh.

[notsugarandspice]

Let’s Talk About Parks

*sings* I can’t write anything coherent so have this utter garbageee

Parks & Rec AU!

Read it on AO3.

                                  CHAPTER 4: THE BASKET

“Babe, I have a double shift today so I won’t see you until tomorrow,” says Ben, feverishly stuffing things into his duffel bag, and simultaneously trying to put on a sweater.

“Alright. I have dinner, no worries!” says Richie, picking up a pack of Cheerios without looking up from the TV.

“Oh God. Rich that’s not food. And…can you please try to clean up a little?” Ben comes up to stand by his boyfriend, and he sees Richie’s face fall a little, and he pauses the game to look up, running a hand through greasy black hair.

“I-I’ll try, okay? Just don’t expect much.” Richie reaches out to take Ben’s hand and kisses his knuckles.

Ben blushes and pats his boyfriend’s head affectionately. “Alright, well, I’ll finish up whatever you’re not going to get to.”

“Okay.” Richie gives him a small smile and Ben walks out the door in haste.

As soon as his boyfriend makes an exit, Richie feels a wave of guilt wash over him. All Ben does is take care of him and he never gives back. So Richie decides to wobble towards the bedroom, take out a piece of paper and write down a list of chores for himself. Taking a double doze of the prescribed painkillers, he starts by taking care of the area where he seems to spend most of his time - the living room, removing of the dirty dishes, empty packs of chips, multiple itch sticks, vacant beer bottles. Richie pushes all of it into a garbage bag and places one filled to the brim right outside the front door to put into the large bins later.

With no proper knowledge for the use of the vacuum cleaner, Richie simply throws the couch cushions on the floor and vacuums on top of them and the emptiness on the seating area. He discovers a lot of lost items under the sofa, and plenty more candy wrappers. After he’s completely done with all the trash in the house, he takes the garbage bags out and throws them into a pit, waving to one of the cross-street neighbors doing the same. Richie then finishes a sink full of dishes and checks the fridge for expired items.

After completing the chores inside the house, Richie blows up a kid pool he found in the garage and fills it with the water from the hose, squeezing an entire bottle of Ben’s shampoo. He remembers that Went used to wash his dog Rosco in a similar fashion, and since he can’t really get into the shower, that’s the only way he can think of getting himself fully clean. He puts two garbage bags on each leg and wraps the scotch tape under and around the knee generously. Richie runs inside the house to get one last thing - the old boombox he had since he was a kid, covered in stickers and other teenage memorabilia. He inserts the latest Three Skin CD, puts on a song he wrote to Ben at the beginning of the year and strips all of his clothes before stepping into a rather chilly pool. Richie decides to throw the clothes in too for good measure, arguing that he might be just about done with the chores for today, and laundry is simply pushing it.

Just as he starts to sing along to the lyrics he hears the back door creak loudly, and he’s too comfortable to crane his neck to see, but he already knows it’s Lawrence. That complete asshole of a neighbor who never wants to leave him alone. Naturally, his neighbor places himself right in front of the pool with a solemn expression on his face, and all Richie can think of is that the guy’s entire outfit is in earth tones.

“Turn it down.”

“No, I wrote that song.”

“Do I look like I give a shit? Turn it down.”

“I’m not going to turn it down. What are you even doing- HEY!”

Lawrence grabs the boombox and makes a beeline towards the fence door that connects their backyards.

“You give me my boombox back right now!”

“IT’S MY BOOMBOX NOW, I ASKED YOU NICELY!”

Richie sits up on the pool, utterly flabbergasted. “You did not ask me nicely, you asshole! I just put twelve new batteries in that thing!” Shit.

Richie rolls backwards to get out of the pool but quickly lands on his back without crutches. When he finally manages to hold onto the side of the house to get them, he goes wobbling after Lawrence at the highest speed possible, clothes forgotten.

*

“Hey, Lucas! Look w-what we got,” says Bill, walking into the office with a large neatly wrapped basket. He puts it on the table in front of his coworker, admiring the massive red bow.

“Whoa, mama.” Lucas reads the label that says Neibolt Construction and rolls his eyes. Suck ups.

“I l-love Chardonnay,” says Bill sighing dreamily, and bends down to look at what else is inside.

“You can have the wine. I want to take that cheese and do terrible things to it,” says Lucas, boring a hole through the yellowish square hiding behind the bottle.

Bill starts unpacking the package and only stops when he feels Mike’s hand slap the top of his from going further. “No, no, no, no! Bill, don’t you remember? We can’t accept anything above twenty-five dollars for corruption reasons, c’mon, man.”

“W-what makes you-“

“I have to go drive all the way to Portland if I want to buy a film with nudity in it. We’re public servants.” Mike picks up the basket and has to stretch his neck back when the purple tie gets stuck under it. He stumbles towards his office, opening the door with the heel of his shoe, and places the gift under the desk, careful not to distress it.

Soon after he sits down, he sees Ben make his way into the department, and Mike instantly lights up from the brightness in his friend’s eyes amplified by a dark-turquoise sweater. “Hey, Mike.”

“Ben! Thanks for coming. We were thinking of making a social network where we could post updates about the park. Something like a page on Facebook? That seems to be the place everyone goes to these days.” Mike gestures for Ben to stand next to him as he shows him the open page on the computer. “EDDIE!”

The boy irritably makes his way into the office and rolls Lucas’ chair to sit by Mike, and when his boss refuses to move, Eddie simply pushes the chair with his, getting closer to the keyboard with a blank expression. He rolls the sleeves on his flannel and opens the Facebook dashboard.

“Can we cut this red ribbon, or do you like want me to sit here and wait for you to do it?” asks Eddie, nodding towards the little bow in the middle of the screen.

“Oh, right. Sure,” says Mike, grabbing the scissors from the cup on his desk, and cuts the strip straight in the middle. “Eddie, that’s really great. Look at all the kids!” Mike points at the folder filled with pictures of children in one of the community parks.

“Oh, look! The Pit has six friends already,” says Ben, pointing at the numbered list on the right side.

Eddie clicks on the new tab and enters the youtube.com, opening a horror claymation video. He doesn’t even look up at Mike and leans back in the chair, grabbing a Sharpie from the pen cup.

“Alright, well, we have things to do, so Eddie, you’re in charge while I’m gone,” says Mike as he grabs his briefcase from under the table. He stops in the doorway to observe Eddie draw shapes with the Sharpie on top of the white jeans. Mike shakes his head and exits the department.

*

“Doing a little experiment tonight to see what will get me drunker, drinking wine or-“

Mike didn’t know what to expect to see when he makes it back to the office the next day but it was definitely not that. He stands in front of the computer in pure shock, already violently sweating through the button-down. There, on the video in the middle of The Pit’s Facebook page is Eddie, smudged eyeliner, wine-stained lips, and a Sharpie-drawn Wicca symbol in his cheek. His hair is disheveled, cheeks pink and he is drinking wine straight from the bottle. Sitting behind Mike’s desk. He can tell because Obama’s portrait is in the background, just like it is in Mike’s office. It is the highest level of a nightmare.

“Right now drinking wine is winning-“

“God, Eddie, why would you do this?” Eddie is sitting on Lucas’ table, completely unaware of the damage he’s done, smiling mischievously at the image of himself chugging some Merlot.

“Um, because I was bored and my hair looked really good. That basket was right under the table,” he says without so much as looking at Mike.

“You have to take this down. I just sent a mass email linking to this page to promote our cause.”

“C’mon, play it again, Bill,” says Lucas, laughing at Mike’s horror-stricken expression.

“You g-gah-got it.”

Before Bill gets to so much as touch the mouse Jim makes his way out of the office, his lips pursed so much that they are invisible under the luscious mustache. “Michael.” He instantly turns and walks back into his office.

Mike puts his briefcase on top of his table and walks towards Hopper’s office, placing himself in front of the boss’ desk.

“Mike, he is nineteen years old. I thought I told you to contain this entire pit situation because a lot is at stake here.”

“Yes, I-“

“The Disciplinary Committee is having a hearing later today, and you’re going to have to testify.” Jim crosses his arms and leans back in the chair, brows furrowed and eyes icy cold.

“Oh, no-“ Mike is starting to feel nausea creeping up his throat, his head consistently changing its mind about being too heavy and too light. He starts stumbling towards the closest wall.

“Eddie might get dismissed. You could get fired.”

“Oh my god. Oh god. Oh no. Oh god.” The backs of Mike’s knees bump into the bench that stands by the wall of Jim’s office, and he sinks into it, falling onto the side, letting his shoulder feel the hardness of the seat. “This bench is so uncomfortable. Help, Jim. Help! Tell me it’s gonna be okay. Jim! Tell me it’s gonna be okay.” Mike feels himself madly hyperventilating now, and he doesn’t know how to calm down.

Hopper stands up and awkwardly pats Mike on the shoulder as he flails sideways on the dark wooden bench. “It’s..uh..hang in-“ As soon as Mike reaches a hand out, Jim pulls back and leans against his desk awkwardly. “-you’re uh, you’re okay.”

The next couple of hours are an epitome of a nightmare. Mike hasn’t worked at all, and he has to dry off his suit in the bathroom because of the forming sweat stains. His head is throbbing, and the coffee is producing the complete opposite of comfort. Mike rubs his face and temples in a desperate attempt to gain some composure, but it doesn’t seem to help. The distraction appears in the face of Lucas who rolls his chair to place himself in front of Mike’s desk.

“You ready for the hearing?”

“No, not at all.” Mike pushes the coffee cup away and lets his head fall into a sweaty palm.

“Do you want me to run some practice questions with you? Maybe help you prepare?”

“Sure.”

Lucas leans back in his chair and grabs one of the notebooks on Mike’s desk to take pretend-notes. “Mr. Hanlon, you are accused of leaving an intern in charge of the department and allowing a minor to consume an alcoholic substance on government premises. How many drinks do you have a week on average?”

“Zero.” Lucas raises an eyebrow judgmentally. “Well, zero to six.”

“I’m going to write down ten,” mutters Lucas, writing scribbles.

“Yeah,” whispers Mike sighing.

“Do you ever cheat on your taxes?”

“No, never!” Mike straightens up and sits more erect, suddenly intrigued by Lucas’ enthusiasm.

“Hey, you’re doing great. Alright. How many sexual partners have you had in the past year?”

“You think they’ll ask something like that?”

“You never know, nothing is off-limits to them. Now, Mr. Hanlon, how many sexual partners have you had in the past year?”

“Zero to six.”

“Zero. Have you ever thought about Jim sexually?”

“What-“

“Have you ever had a sexual dream about Jim Hopper?”

Mike looks horrified, and his voice comes out borderline hysterical. “Absolutely not, no-“

“Yes,” says Lucas, scribbling something down.

“No-“

“Now in this recurring dream you have about Jim, is he a furry, half-furry, a merman?”

“What-“

“Is he wearing a baseball uniform? Are you making love to him in the field of flowers on a couch shaped like his mustache?”

“Okay, no, time-out-“ Mike’s forehead is covered in sweat, and he aggressively throws his arms around.

“This committee doesn’t do time-outs, Mr. Hanlon! Answer the questions!”

“I need something to drink,” says Mike, unbuttoning his blazer.

“How about some wine with a minor?!” screams Lucas, leaning on the table.

“I meant water.”

“Thank you for your time, Mr. Hanlon. You’re fired.” Mike’s eyes nearly fall out of their sockets. Lucas stands up and pushes his chair back. “So this is your worst case scenario, you know?”

When Mike later walks towards the meeting with Jim, he is suddenly very aware of their proximity but also infinitely grateful that he’s there. Mike’s not sure he could possibly do this alone.

“Thank you so much for coming with me.” He is pacing in the waiting room, and Jim distractedly scrolls through his phone.

“I’m a department head, I have to be.”  

They’re called into the room much sooner than Mike would’ve liked it, and the moment he sits in front of three stern middle-aged men, Mike instantly regrets applying for the job in the first place.

“Mr. Hanlon, you’re here because you allegedly accepted a gift of over twenty-five dollars, and contributed to the delinquency of a minor. Can you tell us what happened?”

“May I have a glass of water first?” The man nods and Mike instantly reaches for the glass standing on a black tray in the middle of the table, but his nervousness betrays him, and he knocks the whole row down. After putting it all back in place, he shakily pours some of it into the cup and gulps everything down. Mike then takes the briefcase from the chair next to him and pulls out a folder full of neatly typed notes, but the paper flutters in his hands.

“Two days ago, my department received a gift basket from a well-known local construction company. Awash in the glow of attention, I made a very unwise decision to leave it in my office in an indication that it was accepted by the department. This decision will live in infamy. The basket was already halfway open, and our intern, Edward Kaspbrak, drank some of the wine without my knowledge.”

“But you did open the basket. And the intern did drink some of the wine,” says the exceptionally unpleasant man sitting right in front of Mike, his mustard yellow blazer making Hanlon’s eyes hurt.

“Don’t blame him for my mistakes!” exclaims Mike, slamming his fist on the table. Upon seeing the other people’s rather startled faces, he clears his throat and sits back a bit. “The biggest crime we can commit here would be to destroy the teenage boy’s passion for local government.”

“Mr. Hanlon, what was the first thing you did when you arrived at work the next day? Could you give us a detailed timeline?”

“Of course. I awoke at six twenty-one in the morning after a fitful night of sleep-“

“Okay, what do you guys possibly want him to do?” suddenly asks Jim, half-groaning and rubbing his face in irritation.

“Well, we don’t know yet. We have a lot more questions ahead.”

Jim groans louder now and clenches his hands together.

“Jim, it’s okay-“ Mike reaches to place a comforting hand on his boss’ shoulder.

Hopper flinches away from the gentle touch, like he always does, and resumes to get even more riled up. “No, it’s not okay. This is not communist China. You cannot make him whip himself. You cannot make him wear a hair shirt.” Mike feels a sudden surge of raw gratitude wash over him, and he can’t help but crack a smile.

“We weren’t planning on doing either of those thin-“

“This is America! You want to live in North Korea? Go live in North Korea. I don’t want to. I want to live in America! Mike has never broken a rule in his life to the point that it’s annoying. If you want to slap him on the wrist, go ahead. You planning on doing anything more serious? You’re going to have to go through me. Let’s go.”

“We’re done?” asks Mike, his eyes jumping between the three shocked men and red-faced Jim.

Hopper promptly stands up from the chair without pushing it in. “We’re done. Let’s go.”

Mike stands up too, grabs his things struggling to mask a gleeful grin spreading across his face. They make their way back to Hopper’s office, and the boss frustratingly sits down on the letter chair. Mike stands in front of the desk again because his nervousness isn’t letting him relax enough to take a seat.

“After this, you should only expect to get a letter in your file. That’s it.”

“Jim, I just wanted to thank y-“

Jim raises a hand a closes his eyes in an unshakable demeanor. “Don’t worry about it.”

Mike smiles warmly, and he can see the corners of Hopper’s mouth jump slightly but he doesn’t comment on it, and instead sits down behind his own desk and instantly texts Ben who shows up in less thank half an hour.

“Hi, I got here as soon as my shift ended. How did it go?” asks Ben huffing and puffing, giving Mike a quick hug.

“I don’t want to be overdramatic but today felt like a hundred years in hell and the absolute worst day of my life.”

“Oh god, Mike. I’m so sorry.” He places a hand on his friend’s shoulder, and Mike’s slight smile feels like a win. “I haven’t slept in more than a day but do you want to go out tomorrow? Take your mind off things?”

Mike places a hand on top of Ben’s and smiles wide. “Yeah, that’d be great.”

*

Ben finally makes it back home an hour later, his muscles aching from standing for so long, and head heavy from lack of sleep and abnormal amounts of caffeine. But as soon as he opens the door, he registers the impeccably clean living room area and walking further notices the pleasant smell of freshly cooked food. And there, in the middle of the kitchen stands Richie, his hair tied back in a ponytail, freshly ironed button-down rolled at the elbows but torn track pants on the bottom. And somehow, that’s still incredibly endearing, and Ben feels his heart swell with affection.

“What do you think?”

“Rich, this is so sweet.” Ben walk closer to the kitchen, dropping his duffel bag on the sofa and instantly notices a scrape on his boyfriend’s cheek. He cradles his jaw and rotates it to the light source. “What happened?”

“Eh, I was chasing this jag-weed neighbor and fell in some prickly bushes. Doesn’t matter. What do you think of the house?” Richie points one of his crutches to the rest of the clean area.

“I love it,” says Ben sweetly and leans in to give Richie a soft kiss. “Baby, sit down, I’ll look after your scratches.”

Richie carefully sits down behind the dinner table set with candles and wine and leans the crutches against the side. “Does this mean I’m getting gently laid tonight?”

“Richie!”

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[nervousfandom]

Chapter one of clarity

I walked into school alone as usual. It'd been rough the last two years. Two years ago, I found out I was baby napped. My mom didn't know. She and my dad had gotten me from a lawyer who said he found me on the side of the road and that he tried to find my birth parents. Since the adoption wasn't legal, I had to go live with my birth parents only to find out that my birth mom died of breast cancer a year prior.

While living in San Francisco, I was from a long line of witches and warlocks. Our magic came with an important rule. We couldn't use our magic for personal gain. We were supposed to use it for the greater good and it was fulfilling work but something was always missing. I was always by myself and with my magic, I didn't have much time for a hobby.

I remember going into school with my brother, Scott, and the Stilinski boys, Skylar and Stiles. They were my best friends and what hurt me the most is that the courts ruled that I wasn't allowed any contact with them or anyone in Beacon Hills until I was either 18 or if my father had allowed it. Of course my father didn't allow it because he said that would be a distraction to my training.

Two years ago to the day, I was pulled from the life I'd known. Stiles had invited me over because he had something to tell me. When I arrived, I could tell he was nervous. He was pacing a little bit and then suddenly he announced, "I have feelings for you, Parker. I have for a long time."

But before I could respond, Sheriff Noah Stilinski, Stiles and Skylar's dad, walked in. His mouth formed a frowned and his eyes held sadness. "Parks, you need to get home and pack. Your adoption isn't legal. You need to go to live with your biological parents." I was in so much shock that I went quiet as he led me off.

I had just finished my english lit class and was at my locker when the assistant principal came and brought me to the office. I was nervous trying to figure out why I was being summoned to the office. When I walked through the doors to the office, my heart stopped. Standing there was my mom. She still had dark hair down her back and the brown eyes that were very comforting.

I couldn't help myself but I broke out into a run and hugged her tightly. Tears spilled as she held me tightly. We couldn't help but stand there for a moment in disbelief. She pulled away and studied me. She smiled as she took in my appearance.

I looked over at my dad who was watching us. I studied him for a moment. He took off his glasses, cleaning them. "I love you and having you here but I know you have something missing in your life. I called up your mom and she came straight up to get you. I packed some of your clothes and maybe next weekend you can get the rest of your things." I hugged him tightly.

We parted ways after promising my father I'd be back that next weekend. Beacon Hills was an hour and a half drive from my father's house. My mom offered to take me to lunch and do a little shopping before they get out of school.

I jumped at the chance to spend time with her. I had went through my bag and I'd noticed my father had forgotten my toiletry items and missed a couple skirts and undergarments. I also noticed he didn't pack any of my sandals. I remembered my dad always said that my biological mother always did the packing and that he was horrible at it.

So we went to the local Wal-Mart and got started shopping. It was like I'd never left. We were laughing left and right. We went to the Milkshake Palace for lunch. We were sat in the back booth when my mother suddenly got serious.

"A lot of things have happened since you left, Parker. I'm not sure where to start except that I know that you're a witch," I was instantly on alert. She grabbed my hand reassuringly. "Sweetie, your father told me because he wanted me to not be surprised if your powers got out of hand with your emotions."

I relaxed slightly as she continued, "Your brother, Scott, is a werewolf; a true alpha. His pack includes Malia Tate, a werecoyote who was an actual coyote, his own beta, Liam Dunbar, and Lydia Martin, a banshee. He's also got Kira Yukimura, his girlfriend and a Kitsune, Skylar, whos is also a werewolf, and Stiles but he's a human. Though Stiles was possessed by an evil fox spirit called a Nogitsune."

I leaned back in my seat. "Wow. That is a lot to process. So I guess finding out your other child is a witch doesn't really surprise you." She just smiled sipping her milkshake. After we finished eating we were just in time for her to drop me off at Stiles' Jeep.

I looked at myself in the mirror quickly pulling back my blonde hair slipping on sunglasses. I smiled at my outfit. I had changed styles since I had left. I was wearing jean skirt, a blue tank top with a white button up that was left open with the sleeves rolled up. I had wedge heels on. I checked my makeup before slipping on my sunglasses.

I leaned against the blue jeep, nervous because I didn't know how they were going to react. I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear the bell ring. "Stiles, who's the hot girl next to your jeep?" I heard a voice I didn't recognize breaking me out of my thoughts. I turned my attention to where I heard the voice. I started smiling as they walked closer. I took this moment to see what changed. Scott was holding hands with who I'm assuming is Kira. Skylar was holding Lydia Martin's hand. Stiles had grown out his hair.

They slowly walked toward me weary. I smirked, taking off my glasses. "I didn't think I changed that much. I mean I know I look different," I called out. Scott, Skylar, and Stiles froze for a moment. I took a step toward them when Scott took off first. He picked me up into a hug spinning me around. He was speechless. He stepped back taking in my appearance. Before he could comment on it, Skylar and Stiles came up hugging me at the same time.

Then came the questioning. "Why are you here? How can you be here? Are you allowed to be here? Are you just visiting? Are you moving here?" I was having trouble keeping up with the rapid fire questioning. I used to be able to keep up with them but since it'd been two years I'd lost my touch.

Lydia and three other people walked up. She sighed, "Boys slow down. She can't keep up. It's been awhile,Parker." She smiled softly. "I'll do it since the boys got ahead of themselves. This is Malia Tate, Kira Yukimura, and Liam Dunbar. Guys this is Parker McCall."

"It's nice to meet you. To answer the question is I'm moving back and yes, I am allowed. Mom got me this morning," Scott beamed at me hugging me again. "I missed you too. Let's all get back to the house and catch up while I bake. I now make a mean cookie cake."

All of their stomach growled and we laughed. "I'll take Skylar, Malia, and Liam in my car. I'm sure Scott will take Kira. You ride with Stiles," Lydia suggested. Scott and Skylar agree and Stiles and I got into his jeep.

Stiles smiled at me. "It's good to have you back, Parks. I really really missed you. Now please stay in your seat and keep your hands inside at all times. Enjoy the ride in Roscoe." I laughed and Stiles' eyes lit up. "To be honest I never thought I'd hear that again."

"I was always going to come back, Stiles. The day I turned eighteen I would have come back. It was always my plan," I whispered softly. "As much as I have come to love my brothers and dad. I felt something was missing. It was you...and everyone else."

It got quiet when neither of us knew what to say to each other. We had feelings for each other long ago but only he was able to say how he felt and I wasn't able too. We drove to the house in a comfortable silence.

Lydia's car and Scott's bike was already pulled in. Mom's car was there as well. I stepped out nervously. I was nervous that I was remembering my child home wrong. I was scared that I hyped it up in my mind. My heart slowed down when I saw it being the same as in my dreams.

Scott appeared in the doorway. "Welcome home, sis. Everything's the same." I walk in and look around for a few moments before I found my way to my room. I really missed it. Everything still smelled the same. I went back down stairs slowly.

Everyone was in the living room waiting. I sat down next to my brother and took a deep breath. "I'm a witch. I come from a long line of witches and warlocks. The past two years I have been fighting demons along with my other brothers Nate and Dean. My biological father is more like a mentor to us at this point. Each of us have active powers. Nate's powers are levitation, premonition, healing, and teleportation. Dean's is astral projection, healing, teleportation, and telekinesis. Mine are molecular immobilization, molecular combustion, and teleportation."

They all exchanged looks and were silent. They didn't know how to respond to what I said. Nobody moved until Nate and Dean appeared in the living room. Everyone jumped up. Scott, Kira, Liam, Malia, and Skylar's eyes glowed. They bared their teeth and were ready to lunge when I stepped in between everyone. "Wait! These are my other brothers, Nate and Dean. Nate, Dean, this is my other brother, Scott."

They looked between us and I looked at Nate and Dean. "What's going on?" I hesitantly inquired. They exchanged looks then looked back at me wearily. "Boys, stop giving me that look. Just spit it out."

Nate stepped forward. "I had a premonition. I couldn't see much just some demons so Dean and I did a locator spell for my premonition. It's really close to here. We didn't know what we're up against and knew you'd be near so we came to get you." I just nodded and ran upstairs to my bag.

I pulled out my jeans and switched my shoes. I rushed down the stairs. Scott's pack was ready to help. "I'd tell you to stay but I have the feeling you'd just follow anyway so come on." Dean gave me a look. "They're fine. Trust me." They nodded. Nate pulled out a map and showed us where to go. Nate, Dean, and I teleported close to where we needed to go. The three of us watched the demons for a few minutes.

"Rock, paper scissors? Whoever loses is the bait?" I offered. Nate and Dean played resulting in Nate losing. I played against Dean causing him to lose. I snuck off toward the back side of the camp while Nate and Dean caused a distraction. Walking toward the back, demons started disappearing once they took one look at me. I walked through the demon campit was nearly empty. I saw my friends standing with my brothers.

Dean smirked at the demon in front of him. He was tall with black hair and brown eyes. "Oh it's not us you have to worry about. It's her." The demon spun around and glared. He whistled for back up and frowned when no one came.

"Seems your men are cowards. Running away because a little girl showed up," I teased. He snarled at me. I just threw up my hands freezing him. Smirking, I turned to everyone else, "I guess he didn't listen to his mom when she said his face would get stuck."

Nate and Dean rolled their eyes as Stiles burst out laughing. I joined them facing the demon that I'd just frozen. I sighed knowing we'd have to unfreeze him. "Too bad, I have to unfreeze him for information. You guys might want to duck."

Skylar looked at me. "Why not just unfreeze his head?" Nate, Dean, and I just looked at each other. We hadn't thought about it before.

I threw up my hands and just his head unfroze. "Well would you look at that!" The demon snarled demanding not to be toyed with. "We just have a few questions, Mr. Grumpy Gills." I heard my friends and Scott giggle. I fought a smile and continued, "So tell me why are you here?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, witch! I'm not saying anything," he growled out. While trying to act tough, I could see with how wide his eyes were, that he was scared. Nate decided to use that to his advantage.

"Whoever you're scared of, I can assure you that we're scarier. So just tell us what we want to know and we'll make your death painless." I noticed Scott frowning in the corner of my eye. I kept my eyes on the demon though.

"My boss wants to bring chaos and strife again and the key to bringing it back is here in Beacon Hills." I felt everyone stiffen upon hearing this. I went to ask what was wrong but the demon went up in flames. 

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Family Don’t End with Blood

Summary: Stiles discovered his mom’s family side might not be just normal hunters. They’re actually Campbell, but the only remaining family are his cousin, two Winchester, Sam and Y/N. Stiles decided to go look for them but not just to meet them. He wishes to make them understand not all monster do monstrous things.

Crossover of: Teen Wolf and Supernatural

Paring: Stiles x Lydia, Scott x Kira

Requested by: @horsiegirl998

Word count: 2254

A/N: I took too long to post this, I’m so sorry I’m a very bad person. But I never got satisfied with it. It stayed finished and untouched for a couple of days or weeks and I don’t want to touch it more. I think it’s the best I could do with this story. I still hope y’all like it! The reader is the female version of Dean Winchester, as requested and none of the gifs are mine.

“ Who is it?” A curious boy wearing a red hoodie and black jeans asked his father by pointing at an old yellowed photograph he had found in a dusty photo album shortly before. It was the spring cleaning.

“Ah,” his father answered by dropping the boxes he held in his hands to get closer to his son. Noah’s eyes settled at the spot where Stiles’ forefinger pointed and nostalgia invaded his sweet gaze. “It’s your mother’s family,” he finally answered, sitting down beside him. He pointed at each of the people in the picture. “Claudia’s mother, Deanna, her father, Samuel, and here’s her sister, Mary,” Noah continued sighing, a little sad smile on his lips.

“They look happy …” Stiles commented, having the same nostalgic look as his father. “Were they all Campbell?” The curious boy asked.

“Yes,” the sheriff continued. “Claudia was a Campbell before we married, as you know. Mary was her older sister. If I remember correctly, she married a man named … John … John something. His family name is quite special, a gun name… ”

“Winchester?” Stiles offered and his father slapped his fingers as he recognized the name.

“ Yes! And they had two kids, a girl and a boy, Y / N and Sam. ”

“I hope they’re happy,” Stiles commented, imagining the whole family gathered at a Christmas party.

“Unfortunately a tragedy hit them…” Noah continued and Stiles raised his head, his eyes now sad. “Mary died when Sam was six months, it made the newspapers. John raised his kids alone until his death in 2006 or 2007. ”

“But … my cousins, are they alive? ”

“At the last news, yes. But since John died, I haven’t get any news from them. And now that I think about it …” The sheriff mumbled for himself as he got up, massaging his few days beard. Greedy of his words, Stiles stood up as well to follow his father’s footsteps who circled in the room, lost in his thoughts.

“ Yes?” Stiles tried, licking his lips with impatience to know what would happen next.

“Claudia told me she came from a hunter family. At the time I thought they were hunting deer… but now that I know for the supernatural, I wonder… ”

“You wonder …” Stiles began, knowing what was coming.

“The things they were hunting were perhaps not only deer.”

“Okay, so you say: not only do you have cousins ​​you didn’t even know before, but maybe they’re hunters too? ”

“No, I said surely hunters, there’s a difference, Lydia,” Stiles corrected his girlfriend by raising a finger in front of him to defend his point.

“Whatever,” the strawberry blonde muttered, rolling her eyes.

“If they’re really hunters … they may want to … well, you know, hunt us?” Kira asked in a small, uncertain voice behind them.

“That’s exactly why we should go,” Stiles continued. “Knowing I am their cousins, they should listen to me, right? And they’ll see we’re not dangerous. ”

“So, if I summarize,” Scott spoke for the first time since the start of the meeting. “You want to find your cousins ​​who don’t even know you exist and who are maybe …” Scott stopped when he saw Stiles’ expression, his hands raised, outraged, “surely, hunters hoping they don’t kill us, to kindly ask them not to kill all the nice wolves and other creatures who live in Beacon Hills and to help us if we ever need help? ”

“Exactly,” Stiles replied, an immense smile stamped on his face.

Wanting to find the Winchester was one thing, finding them was quite another. The hunters were known to be discreet and never leave a trace. Fortunately, the pack had a very useful element for research: Stiles’ cousins ​​were driving a showy car. A black 1967 Chevy impala. Hearing the name of the car, Stiles had jumped, excited. He loved cars and was eager to see the vintage model.

Finally, with somewhat reliable information, the pack got to San Fransisco, where the hunters were last seen. The jeep traveled the city’s roads for most of the day and the passengers on board were getting hungry, so it was decided to stop in a small restaurant on the roadside. Everyone ordered something, Stiles hesitated between bad food and health, and opted for both, commanding a salad and French fries in accompaniment. Scott took a cheeseburger and Kira picked the same thing. After rolling her eyes, Lydia decided on a club sandwich.

While they were eating, very quiet, the brilliant body of an unusual car attracted the attention of Stiles. It was his mouth full of French fries that he exclaimed incomprehensible words before rushing out of the restaurant, running toward the vintage car.

“Son of a bitch!” Echoed on the table behind them. Someone was obviously unhappy that a hyperactive boy seemed to be interested in this car and soon the pack left their meal to join their friend.

“Wow!” Stiles kept repeating by turning around the car, totally impressed.

"Get yourself away from my baby!” A harsh, female voice rang out behind Stiles, who stepped back with his hands in the air.

“I’m sorry I only wanted to watch, uhhh, admire the beauty of this rare and quite magnificent specimen!” Stiles stammered without taking his breath and those words seemed to calm the girl because her face relaxed.

"Yes I agree, it’s a beautiful model,” she commented, giving Stiles a boost of energy.

“Chevy Impala 1967, the most beautiful model was made that year.”

“I totally agree,” the girl mumbled with a smirk. “This beauty is called Baby. ”

“ Oh! Me, my car … it’s not as luxurious as yours, of course, but it has tremendous sentimental value,” Stiles continued as he pointed his jeep. “Roscoe was given to me by my mother before she …” He didn’t finish his sentence, his eyes sad.

“My father gave me this car. He had entrusted it to me before he left and was never able to recover it because he died too,” the girl confessed to him. “The important thing is not the cash value of the car, but the sentimental one."

“I totally agree,” Stiles smiled.

Stiles was so focused on talking about his passion that he didn’t notice the man who had arrived near the girl shortly before, nor his friends behind them. He only noticed that something was wrong when Scott began to gesticulate in all directions by pointing at the two people and then the car.

“Oh Lord,” he jumped, staring at the two people in front of him, the girl wearing a leather jacket and another green jacket underneath and the man wearing a plaid shirt. “You are my cousins!"

“What?” The man finally spoke.

"Sam and Y / N Winchester!” You are the children of my mom’s sister! “

"Mom had a sister?” Y / N asked his brother by raising an eyebrow under Sam’s confused look.

Stiles rushed and showed the famous picture.

“Well! Nice to meet you, cousin …? ”

“Stiles!” He exclaimed, shaking Y / N’s hand, then Sam’s. "It’s super important I need to talk to you about something!” “

"Did you go all the way to talk to us?” Sam asked.

“Well to meet you too, you are my family and I don’t have much left …”

“I see …” Y / N mumbled. “At the moment we don’t have much time but …”

“ It’s urgent!” Stiles jumped up and down. "I must know what sort of hunter you are!”

“What my hyperactive boyfriend tries to say,” Lydia stepped forward to try to calm Stiles by placing her hands on his shoulders. “It’s if you’re a simple deer hunter or something else.” The redhead accentuated the pronunciation of the words.

"Ah,” Y / N sighed. “That’s the something else,” she replied, imitating Lydia.

“So we really need to talk,” Scott insisted, also taking a step forward, followed by Kira.

Y / N pointed in turn to the friends of Stiles.

“Have you brought all your friends?”

“That’s what we should talk about …”

“Y / N,” Sam started looking at his cell phone. “We have to go before there’s another kill.”

“Kill…?” Stiles blinked.

“Let’s go hunting a psychopathic ghost,” Y / N smiled as she walked toward the impala. “We’ll talk after. Hey, what about you all come with us! ”

“Y / N …” Sam groaned, discontented by her proposal.

“ What. Stiles is a Campbell. He has to learn one way or another. You come, you look and you stay away. Everything’s gonna be fine, Sam."

“We follow you!” Stiles hastened to answer as he got into the jeep, ready to follow them.

It was probably a very bad idea to follow them in order to find themselves deprived in front of an empty old house and probably full of new species of insects that no one wanted to discover. And above all ghosts. Since when did ghosts exist? Y / N had clearly specified not to enter the house. Stay ahead, wait, that’s it. Sam had convinced her it was too dangerous. But the pack of Beacon Hills doesn’t know the word danger and Stiles is known for his unhealthy curiosity. That’s why, when bored to wait, the hyperactive young person suddenly decided to go inside without saying anything. Lydia called, but in vain and Scott sighed, giving instructions to follow him before the poor man managed to hurt himself alone.

It was so dark in the house despite the light filtering through the holes and broken windows. Stiles felt the need to be reassured and grabbed his phone to get some light. Each of his steps made the floor squish under his feet, making him grimace as he passed.

Then suddenly and without warning, a shrill sound made him jump. Stiles turned just in time to see a rather large and imposing piece of furniture rushing at him at full speed, probably killing him on the spot. His breathing cut in his lungs and he held out his hands in front of him for the unnecessary purpose of protecting himself, but he didn’t need it. A scream tore the silence in front of him, scream he recognized and when he opened his eyes he saw Lydia not far away, her hands placed in front of her, her hair falling around her face. The furniture, as for it, was in a thousand pieces against the wall. She had just saved him again.

“Lydia …” Stiles muttered, still trembling at what had just happened.

“The next time you are told not to come in, do not go in!” The redhead sermon him before taking him in her arms, relieving to have intervened in time.

“What was that?” A female voice rang behind them. Y / N had seen everything.

And she didn’t seem happy at all.

The ghost had been defeated. Sam had burnt the object attaching him to earth and everyone was now in the restaurant, the same one where they had met to pass to the confession.

“So that’s what we wanted to talk to you about …” Scott started, as a leader. Ashamed, Stiles kept his head down and was holding Lydia’s hand under the table.

“It’s a banshee,” Y / N grunted as she stared at Lydia, who swung her head to the side before answering.

“Yes. I predict death. Something against?”

“We’ve already faced a banshee,” Sam spoke. “Let’s say she didn’t give us a very good first impression.” He finished by glancing at his sister who rolled her eyes as she took a bite out of her hamburger.

“Lydia never hurt anyone,” Stiles defended the girl he loved. “And that’s not everything.” He took a deep breath before continuing. "Scott is a werewolf. And Kira a kitsune. A lot of supernatural creatures live in Beacon Hills without ever caused any problems. Most live in fear of hunters and spend their lives hiding. That’s why I’ve been looking for you everywhere. To ask you not to hunt the people of Beacon Hills and… ”

“On many occasions we let creatures go. The one I think most about was this girl, Kate, a werewolf.” Sam began by laying down his fork. "I understand your point, Stiles. But if a job involves this city, it will be our duty to come and see what happens… ”

“But …” Stiles tried but got interrupted.

“…In order to protect the innocents of other hunters,” Sam finished with a smile. They were going to protect the town from other hunters. Everyone at the table sighed in relief, then Sam turned to Y / N who was quiet and staring at her hamburger. Her eyes squinted as if she was trying to find the secret of the universe.

“Y / N?”

“What the hell is a kitsune?”

The rest of the evening was spent with laughs and jokes. Stiles and his cousins ​​exchanged phone numbers and they promised to drop everything to come and help Beacon Hills if the need arose. After enjoying a good cherry pie under the wide-eyed Y / N, it was the farewells. A few hugs, goodbyes and the pack returned to Beacon Hills, satisfied and relieved. The impala grumbled, heading to their next destination: Illinois, Chicago, with a background music that good old Warrant was and the scraper voice of Y / N singing over the singer as a bonus.

[sophia1644]

Kiss Me

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: a little teensy bit of swearing (okay maybe a bit more than a teensy bit), mentioning of dirty things

Summary: Scott and Stiles have been best friends for as long as they can remember, Y/N eventually joining into their scared bond as well. After a while of not seeing her friends, they hang out one night, testing Scott’s abilities in the woods. Stiles and Y/N are alone as Scott runs off, and some weird hidden feelings arise.

A/N: A little bit of a loooong one for you lovelies. I really enjoyed writing this one. Idk it just popped in my mind, so hope you enjoy. P.S. I have no idea what I’m doing and how to get my writing more out into the tumblr-verse so if u have any tips hit me up, lol.

KISS ME

I smiled as I saw Stiles’s blue Jeep pull up into my driveway, hopping off my bedroom windmill, and grabbing a coat from my closet.

I had no idea what my two crazy best friends would get me into today, but I’d been bored all week, stuck in bed. I had a major cold, and my mom was one of those who overreacted at the slightest cough, so I hadn’t seen the boys for a while.

I ran down my front steps, grinning as Stiles and Scott waved at me from inside the car.

I opened up the back door, climbing in as swiftly as possible. I noticed them watching me intently, until I spoke up.

“What’s up?” I asked.

They looked at each other, Scott outreaching his hand towards Stiles as I knit my eyebrows. What the hell was going on?

“Pay up,” Scott said confidently.

Stiles groaned, making a funny face at him, then leaning over and digging in his jean pocket for a dollar bill.

“What is going on?” I ask, completely confused by the whole situation.

“We bet on you,” Scott replied.

“What?!” I shout.

“We bet on if you would cough or talk first,” Stiles added. “I said you would cough because,” he groans, “I don’t know- I just thought you would.”

I roll my eyes, thinking how ridiculous these boys were for wagering money on something so stupid. I put the reminder to never take either of them gambling in the back of my mind.

“So where are we going?” I ask, curious of their antics.

“Well,” Scott responds, “I wanted to do some tests on, you know, myself. Since the whole wolf bite thing, I can hear better and shit. I want to test it out more.”

A couple days before I was sick, Scott and Stiles had called me about them going out to find a dead body, which I refused since I wasn’t going to be dragged into that nonsense. I’d gotten in trouble by Sheriff Stilinski countless times because of them, and that night I just wasn’t in the particular mood.

So, of course being the imbeciles that they are, they still went without me even though I expressed how idiotic the idea was.

After a few hours, Stiles had called me, panting over the phone and failing to create a coherent sentence.

I remember distinctly feeling sick to my stomach, knowing that something wrong happened, and I forced myself out of bed asking him for his exact location and saying I’d be there in a few minutes.

And now here we are. With new and improved Scott.

“Hey, Y/N, you kind of zoned out on us there,” Scott said as Stiles waved his hands in front of my face wildly.

I look up, meeting their eyes. “Oh, yeah, sorry.”

Stiles looks at Scott questioningly. “Maybe she’s a little too out of it to do this, tonight,” I heard him say.

“I kind of feel bad though,” Scott replies. “We haven’t been able to hang out in so long. I felt bad that we didn’t visit.”

“Guys!” I force their attention on me. “You know I’m right here!”

They look at me, their expressions not wavering. “Oh, hi Y/N, didn’t see you there,” Stiles says playfully.

“God, you’re so funny, I forgot to laugh.”

“I know, I can be pret- wait what,” Stiles mutters.

I turn to Scott. “I’m down to do whatever weird ass things you want me to do, tonight,” I state, because I was really not planning on being bored, scrolling through tumblr for another night.

“That sounded really kinky,” Scott laughs. I roll my eyes, sighing. Boys.

“Stiles can you just get Roscoe going?” I ask, getting annoyed of how long we’d been still sitting in my driveway.

“Remember that this was your choice,” Stiles warns. “You gave consent, Y/N.”

I scrunch up my face, looking at Scott as we both knew how wrong that sounded. Stiles didn’t catch on until he paused, looking at us in horror.

“I did not-”

I pat him on his shoulder. “Yep, bud, you totally just did.” The smallest hint of red fills his cheeks as he looks away and starts backing up the Jeep, muttering to himself about how he should think before he says things more often.

…

Later on, Roscoe pulls into the woods, somewhere I hadn’t even thought we would end up tonight.

“We’re good, right?” I ask.

“What?” Scott and Stiles look at me bewildered.

“Like you’re not trying to kill me or anything to get back at me for that one time in second grade when I opened the c-”

“Stop!” They both yell at me simultaneously.

“Y/N, we agreed to never speak of that ever again,” Stiles says in a hushed tone, his hand moving to emphasize his words.

“Okay, okay,” I retort, my hands up in the air in mock fear.

“Okay now for the fun.” Stiles smirks, pulling out a creepy looking leather notebook.

“What the hell is that?” I ask, pointing towards the worn thing in his hands.

Stiles looks at me, confused before seeing my hand. “Oh, it’s the wolf journal.”

“The what?” I ask again, hoping I didn’t hear right the first time.

“The wolf journal.” Yup, hearing is perfectly normal.

I look to Scott for some explanation, but he gives me a look. “Trust me, I didn’t choose the name,” he says, chuckling.

“Okay,” Stiles starts, running his finger down the crinkled paper. I wonder how long this notebook has been around. His finger stops as he jabs it into the notebook. “Our next step of ‘Testing Scott’s Wolf Abilities’ is…”

I walk up next to him, standing on my tip toes to peer over his shoulder. “You actually titled the page, ‘Testing Scott’s Wolf Abilities’?” I ask incredulously.

“Yeah, it’s nice right?”

“Yeah, just flows off the tongue real nicely,” I reply, sarcasm dripping from my lips.

Stiles’s eyes narrow at me, his lips tightening. He points an accusing finger my way. “Hey, sarcasm is supposed to be my thing,” he says while pointing back towards himself. “Not yours.”

I roll my eyes for the umpteenth time today, stepping back. I make my way to Roscoe, placing my hands on the hood and getting the right amount of leverage before pushing myself up, even though Scott offers me help. I refused, because I’m my own independent woman.

“Okay, back to the plan,” Stiles drawls. Scott and I look at one another, our eyes widening at how long this is taking.

Finally Stiles finds the next bullet point, shouting out, “Hearing!”

“Okaaay,” I respond, “How are we going to help Scott with that?”

“I made this super incredible plan,” Stiles begins. “So, Y/N goes over in that direction and starts sprinting and Scott goes over there in that direction. We make her run far enough away that you wouldn’t be able to heat her if you were human, which obviously once upon a time you were but now-”

“Stiles,” I stop him, grabbing his hand that was flying through the air, his actions mimicking his every word.

“I’m just going to run over there,” Scott says. “And Y/N is going to scream because I can recognize that sound from anywhere.”

Stiles and Scott laugh, fist-bumping at the mention of the many heart attacks they’d given me in the past years with their endless, obnoxious pranks.

I had a habit of screaming whenever I was scared, so yeah, I assume it was a noise Scott was somewhat accustomed to.

“Okay, just start whenev-”

And he’s gone,“ Stiles finishes as Scott sprints out into the woods, away from the clearing.

I look up at Stiles. “When should I scream?” I ask questioningly.

“I don’t know, whenever he gives us a sign. I guess we just have to wait fo-”

Stiles stops as we hear the sound of a wolf howling, immediately recognizing it as Scott.

“And there it is. Y/N, just scream whenever.”

I smirk, about to begin when I look at Stiles looking down at me nonchalantly. I grab his hands and place them on either side of his head, covering his ears.

“I don’t want to be the cause of your hearing loss,” I explain and he nods.

I throw back my head, doing an easy task, screaming my lungs out.

I just imagine the last scary movie that Stiles forced me to watch with him, the memory of me jumping out of my seat at that one scene where the killer popped into the screen out of no where.

I finish, my lungs not being able to take it any longer. I smile to myself, almost proud of how loud I managed to get.

I checked if Stiles was okay and he stretched out his jaw. “Damn, I bet the whole town heard that one.”

I giggle, pushing him in the chest playfully. I look up into his warm brown eyes. “Now what?”

“Now, we wait for Scott to come back.”

“Great, how long is that going to take?”

“Hopefully, not too long.”

“I hope your hoping is enough hope.”

“What?” Stiles asks, his chocolate hair falling into his eyes as he quickly looks down at me.

I raise my hand up to it, instinctively pushing it back. Stiles looks at me with wide eyes and I soon realize my mistake, pulling my hands off his chest and away from the freckled boy.

I spin around, my back to him as my cheeks heat up. I nearly never blushed, but the embarrassment flowing through me at the moment was too intense to handle.

“Y/N, can I touch your hair too?” Stiles asks, his voice small, but still loud enough for me to comprehend.

I twirl back around, stunned at the odd request. “I guess it’s only fair,” I reply, laughing lightly.

He walks towards me, one of his hands resting against my cheek and the other combing through my hair.

“Even softer than it looks,” he muses.

I chuckle, the close distance between us causing my breathing to pick up pace. Wondering where the hell all of this came from. Stiles was the last person I assumed to feel all flustered by, especially since he had that thing for Lydia.

It would never work, so I just pulled away from his touch, regretting it as soon as his eyes filled with disappointment.

“Did I walk in on something?” Scott asks, his laugh lightening the mood.

“Nope,” I lie, my mouth curving up into a smile. I can’t help, but notice Stiles tense up in the corner of my vision. “So did you hear me?”

“Yeah I ended up running all the way down to the Hale house.”

“Wait, isn’t that miles from here?” I ask, stunned.

“Yeah, its crazy. I still heard you perfectly,” he replies, with the same amount of bewilderment as me.

“So I guess you are really a werewolf, huh?”

“I guess so,” Scott replies, eying Stiles up and down and looking at me with his eyebrows raised.

Stiles was focusing on his shoes, being completely unlike himself by not contributing to the conversation, and of course his best friend noticed that.

I mouth to him, “Don’t ask.” His eyebrows quirk even higher, but I assume he won’t due to how forcefully I stared at him the whole awkward car ride to his house.

Roscoe stops in front of the McCall house, and Scott hugs you goodbye while giving Stiles a punch to the shoulder.

Normally, my first instinct would be to crawl over the middle console to the front passenger seat, but I hesitated, thinking that it would cause even more awkward tension between me and Stiles.

He silently started driving towards my house, catching my eyes in the rear view mirror a few times, both of us always quickly looking away.

Once he stops the car, I unbuckle my seatbelt, uttering a thank you and opening the door, when I feel a tug in my wrist.

I look down to see Stiles’s hand wrapped around it. “Can we talk about earlier?” He asks.

I nod hesitantly, praying that this couldn’t get any more awkward than it already was.

I still exit the car though, except instead of leaving, I just change my seat so I’m shotgun so it’s easier for us to talk.

We sit in silence for a few seconds, neither of us wanting to speak first.

“Y/N, I’m extremely confused. Like more confused than when Scott became a werewolf, which still is pretty confusing, but now my other best friend is getting thrown into this confusing mess and I’m just confused,” Stiles rambles, playing with his hands and shifting in his seat multiple times.

I wasn’t sure if it made my heart swell or hurt seeing him like this. It was strange for him to be so flustered, as he was normally so open with me.

“To be completely honest, I’m quite confused myself, Stiles.”

“Fuck,” he swears and I’m taken aback a bit, not expecting how loud it comes out.

“Sorry, it’s just that even the way you say my fucking name- just fuck, Y/N.” I look up at his freckled face, watching the gears turn in his head.

How did I even say his name? What was wrong with me saying his name?

“The fuck is going on?” I question, done with the avoidance of what was clearly to come. I hated confrontation, but we had to actually have a conversation instead of making this even more confusing.

“Fuck, I never thought I’d get over her,” he mutters.

“Lydia?” I ask, shocked that he would even think about getting over her, knowing how deep in love he was with her.

He turns, facing towards me and sucking in a deep breath. “Y/N I think I might like you.”

My eyes widen, wondering how this night went so weird so fast. My best friend who has been madly in love with one girl his whole life, just said he may like me. And what’s the most weird is that I feel my heart beating faster at his words.

I try to patch words together to say something in response, but nothing seems to form as I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear.

“I know you may not feel the same way and that’s totally acceptable. I also know that this really sudden and all, but since we’re best friends I wanted to let you know immediately so you weren’t blindsided and all…” Stiles rambles on and I bite my lip, spinning the necklace I was wearing between my two fingers.

Stiles is looking down at his hands, still fiddling with them as he continues his speech.

“… even if you don’t feel the same way, I’d appreciate if you just told me now, so I could get over it and our friendship could go back to normal and ugh, this is so incredibly weird, but I hope you’ll still be my friend even after all the stupid shit that’s sputtering out of my mouth right n-”

I cut him off by bending forward and making him lose his focus on his intense rambling, his eyes darting to mine.

“Kiss me,” I say, my breath hitting his lips due to the close proximity.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Stiles asks, rubbing his palms against his jeans.

“I’m so absolutely sure,” I whisper back.

He doesn’t take another moment and leans in, his lips ghosting over mine for a moment until they meet. He grins against my lips as he plants a sweet kiss against them.

We pull apart and his hand raises to my cheek, rubbing a pattern in it with his thumb.

“Stiles, I think I might like you too.”

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Stiles Stilinski//Part1

A/n: Romance between the reader.

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Stiles Stilinski had a hard life growing up, with his mother going through her cancer problems and her winding up dying in the end and leaving Stiles and his father all alone.

His father is constantly gone due to his job and all the work he had to do, there was never any alone time where just the two of them could just hang out.

But, in elementary school, he met two awesome people that he now calls his friends. Their names are Scott Mccall and (Y/n) (L/n).

Stiles met Scott and a sandbox one day and the next day he met (y/n) on a swing set with two ice creams in her hands.

He then soon got both of the two new people that he met in just one day apart from each other, they got along rather quickly.

The trio could never be separated, they always stood by and for each other. If one was to be picked on all three of them had to be picked on. Now, they didn't when all of those battles but they were happy that they went through it together.

It has been a couple of years and they are now in high school, all these years that had passed by he couldn't be happier.

But, there was one thing that he couldn't get that he was trying so hard to, he told himself that he would never give up on the love he was looking for and the perfect girl to make his life complete.

Lydia Martin, the popular girl since he could remember. The girl with the brains and beauty that he thought nobody could beat. the girl that he says that only sexy and high price beautiful things belong to.

But, there was one thing. She was dating Jackson Whittmore... the all-star. the rich and also popular more muscles type guy. The guy with the fancy cars and all the girls wanting him and his fame and glory.

Stiles knew that he couldn't compete with that, after all, he is 187 skinny pale skin and fragile bones and the only thing he knows is sarcasm. He tries so hard to talk to her and to have some type of "action" with her but, nothing ever works.

But, there was another thing that he had failed to see, and that was his best gal friend (Y/n) (L/n). She's been head over heels for him for as long as she could remember.

And the fact that she couldn't get him and have him all to herself broke her, she was angry that he could look at Lydia Martin with such love and not look at her the same way.

She was pissed that he fell for a girl that has sex and cheats on her boyfriend without him knowing. Yeah, she’s smart and beautiful but, her attitude isn't. She doesn't even give him the time of day and he still runs and trips after her leaving the girl who really loves him in the dust.

She cries herself to sleep at night and distances herself from the boy she loves and her close friend and brother figure Scott McCall just so she could be alone and not hear how much Stiles loves Lydia.

Then, one night Scott and Stiles snuck into her house in the middle of the night while she was sleeping to wake her up and tell her about the dead body that Stiles father had told him about.

She was scared out of her mind when she woke up and saw two boys in her room in the middle of the night.

"Scott? Stiles? what are you guys doing in my room in the middle of the night?" she asked them.

"I want to go dead body hunting with my two best friends," Stiles said with a smile on his face.

"Excuse me? did you just say dead body?" (y/n) asked him as she looked between Stiles and Scott.

"Hey, don't look at me. He dragged me into this as well." Scott said as he held his hands up and backed away a little bit to show that it was all Stiles idea.

"I am not getting up in the middle of the night to look for a dead body." She says as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Oh, I'm not asking you. I'm telling you." Stiles said as he threw a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and a jacket at (y/n). "Get dressed, we're leaving right now." He said as he walked out of her room as she sighed and began to put her clothes on.

"Sorry (y/n)," Scott said as he patted her shoulder and walked out of her room after Stiles as she got ready.

When she finished she walked outside to Stiles light blue jeep that he named Roscoe.

When they got to the spot where Stiles dad and his men had finished looking and began to look themselves for the dead body.

"So, what's so special about a dead body anyway?" (y/n) asked as she used the flashlight on her phone to look around.

"What isn't special about a dead body?" He asked with a smile.

"They smell," she said with a poker face.

"Well, this one is really going to smell because." Stiles stops midsentence to egg his friends on.

"Because?" Both Scott and (y/n) asked at the same time as they waited for him to say why it was so special to him.

"Because it's only half a body." He said with a smile leaving his two friends with shocked expressions.

"Is it a guy or a girl?" Scott asked and (y/n) smacked his arm as she looked at him with a disgusted face.

"What that's a good question," Scott said as he rubbed the arm that she had hit.

"For a pervert," she said as she went back to looking at Stiles.

"Hey, she's dead anyway," he said.

"I hope that this girl is still clothed and it's only the top half of her body." (y/n) said as she began to look around again.

While they were looking Stiles began to bring up Lydia again and how he wanted to ask her to the dance next week.

(Y/n) sighed to herself as she began to separate from them again to look in her own direction to find the body that he was looking for.

But, then she heard a rustling in the bushes somewhat close to her. She jumped when she heard the rustling sound. she looked around to see if Scott and Stiles were still around.

But, they were nowhere to be seen. she looked at the spot where the sounds were coming from and began to back away slowly. When she felt like she was a good distance away she turned around and began to run.

as she was running she could feel and hear someone or something chasing her. Breathing heavily as she was running for her life, when she turned around to look if it was still coming she bumped into someone.

When she looked at the persons face closely she saw that it was Stiles. "Stiles," she said with a smile.

"Yeah, it's me. um, would you mind getting off of me." He asked her as she then got up and him getting up to.

"Where did you go?" Scott asked (y/n) as he looked at her worriedly. "Um, it looks like I got a little lost." She said as she rubbed the back of her neck.

"Oh. well okay, let's keep looking." Stiles said as he walked along ahead of the two.

"Hey, you sure you okay?" Scott asked her and all she did was nod her head yes and walked along behind Stiles.

Scott knew there was something wrong with (y/n) but he knew not to pressure her about anything because she knows how mad she could get.

Halfway through the woods, they had no luck on finding the dead girls body, so they decided to give up and go home. well (y/n) and Scott that is. stiles wanted to come back later and find the body.

As they were discussing what they were going to do if they wanted to come back or not they heard a loud growl come from behind them. The trio stood in silence as they looked behind them where the sound had come from.

feeling very scared (Y/n) grabbed onto Stiles' hand and squeezed it, surprisingly he returned the favor.

"What was that?" Scott asked.

"I don't know," Stiles said as they all began to walk backward away from where the sound had come from.

"We should go, like now." (Y/n) said as they turned around and began to run. The next thing they knew there were footsteps or what was like footsteps coming up behind them quickly.

It was coming so fast that it had sent the trio into panic making them split up, each of them running to different sides of the woods. (y/n) could feel the wind picking up making it harder for her to run.

She then fell to the ground, the footsteps got louder and louder as they got closer and closer towards her, she crawled over to a big log to hide from whatever was coming.

Next, thing she knew a whole herd of deer came running past her. covering her head and ears as they passed.

When they were gone (y/n) got up and looked around to see if it was clear for her to leave and find her friends.

When she saw that it was clear she ran to go look for them, as she was running she heard whimpering so she stopped.

and walked over to where the sound was coming from, she walked slowly and looked over the edge of a small hill where she found Scott holding his side.

(Y/n) quickly jumped down and placed her hand on Scott's wound that is on his side and applied pressure...

she looked around and to see if she could find Stiles or something that could help Scott. but, when she looked around she saw the body that stiles have been looking for.

She picked Scott up and wrapped his left arm around her shoulder and got him up to get away from the body. As she got him away from the body Stiles soon showed up and helped him as well.

After what happened that they the trio especially (y/n) didn't want to talk about it.

After that day Scott had been acting very different lately and very strange. It made both (y/n) and Stiles suspicious of his behavior so they both did some research on his behavior.

In their research session together (y/n) couldn't help but love being in the same room with him, even if they were just doing nothing and just enjoy the silents together.

"I found it!" Stiles yelled as he walked over to (y/n) and sat close to her and showed her what he had found which led to it being that Scott is a wear wolf.

in just a few days a new girl came to school by the name of Allison and Scott had taken a liking to her and it was making his wolf go crazy.

On the night before the dance, Lydia had thrown a party at her house and of course being (y/n) when Stiles asked her to go with him she turned it down because she knew that he was only going to stare at Lydia.

She stayed home and watched Netflix and eating food until she got a text on her phone saying " I got Lydia's number!" by Stiles. (y/n) looked at her phone and sighed and just dropped it on the couch and went back to doing what she was doing.

She kept on receiving text but she ignored every one of them and it even got to the point where she just turned off her phone. Stiles wonders why she wasn't answering any of the text that he sent her.

He decided to ask her about it when they got to the dance, but what he didn't know was that she wasn't going.

on the day of the dance, (y/n) had gotten a call from Stiles... sighing she answered the phone. "Hello, Stiles," she said with an annoyed tone that she didn't mean to let out.

"Woah, woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Is everything alright?" He asked her with a little bit of concern in his voice.

"Hey, yeah I'm fine," she says as she waits for him to get on with what he wanted to say.

"Oh, okay... um, I was just wondering if you were going to the dance tonight?" he asked her.

"No, I am not," she said over the phone.

"What why?" he asked her with a shocked tone.

"What, so I could sit on the bleachers and not have anyone to dance with... no thank you I rather stay home and do that," she said as she sat down on her couch.

"What do you mean, we planned this day ever since we were kids that we would do everything together no matter what the circumstances are." He said trying to convince her to go.

"No thank you, Stiles," she said with a stern voice.

"Okay, what if I make it up to you?" He asked her.

"And how are you going to do that," she asked.

"You'll see if you go." Stiles pressed on.

"Fine, I'll go, only because you'll make it up to me." (y/n) said.

"See you later," Stiles said as he hung up the call, (y/n) sighed and went to get ready for the dance.

[avocadean]

An Eye for a Styne

A/N: ...Oops? 

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Title: An Eye for a Styne

Pairings: just sister!reader and the boys. kinda. 

Warnings: Canon-typical supernatural stuff. MOC!Dean. Slight death(s) (I mean, it’s MOC!Dean). Angst.

Words: Around 2,200

Tags List: @graceb200371 

A loud bang woke you from your nap, and your hands wrapped around one of the guns you have stored in your room.

Dean was out, and so was Sam and Cas. You were alone. Quickly, you checked your phone.

“Shit.”

No texts or calls from anyone. That could mean one of two things; they were back and just forgot to let you know, or someone broke into your home. You went with the later.

You hurriedly sent a text to your brothers and Cas.

In bunker. Something broke in. Come quickly.

You shoved it back in your pocket and listened. There wasn’t much to hear, though. Until footsteps came towards your door. Instinctively, you backed away and squared your body. Arms relaxed, gun ready, and legs stock still. You were ready for a fight. Though, your confidence faded after hearing another pair of feet.

Then another.

You were outnumbered. Usually, you could beat any monster to a pulp. But when your door was slammed open, you were smart enough to know that this was not going to be an easy fight.

Eldon and two of his other clan members stood at your doorway, blocking the only exit. Before you could even raise your arms to shoot, there were two other guns pointed at your head. All but one; a young one, had weapons at the ready.

“Hey, beautiful,” Eldon smirked, then continued in his southern accent, “...why don’t you come with us. Let’s have fun, shall we?”

“Piss off.”

“It sounds like you need to be taught how to talk like a lady.”

You scoffed, and your face was filled with disgust, “It sounds like you need to be shot.” And you raised your gun, but you were quickly stopped. The bulkier guy shot you, right in the leg.

You fell to the floor and your gun clattered away. Your hands went to put pressure on your leg, but again you were stopped.

Eldon picked you up by the arm and practically dragged you through the halls and into the library. You glared at him as he shoved you into the chair, and tied you to it.

“Now, listen, little girl-”

“I’m 24, you asshole.”

“Hey!” he screamed in your face. Some spit splattered onto your face, making you cringe back. In a normal voice, he continued, “I warned you about that language… We will just have to fix it, won’t we.”

“Bite me.”

“Roscoe, do please fine me something to shove in her mouth.”

Roscoe chuckled and looked at you like you were a piece of meat. “I could think of a few things.”

Eldon looked back at him in disgust, promptly scolding him, “Stop being a pig. Now make yourself useful and find something. And Cyrus,” he looked at his cousin, “...stay here with this one. I’m going to get started.”

Cyrus nodded his head in a quick, but meek, manner and Eldon walked away. You stared at Cyrus, and he was looking anywhere but you. This caused you to roll your eyes.

“Hey, kid.” his head snapped up and looked at you like a deer in headlights.

“Uh-uh yeah?”

He was scared. You looked at his quizzically but continued. “Why don’t you come over here and untie me.”

Just then, the other minion walked into the room.

“Oh, yay. You.”

He grumbled a shut up, and tied a rag around your head, making sure it fit snug in your mouth. You couldn’t talk, but if looks could kill, he’d have been dead five minutes ago.

“Cyrus, you stay and watch her. I’m gonna help Eldon,” and he sauntered off.

“Yeah, I’ll be...here.”

You looked at Cyrus, who looked back at you. He had an apologetic aura, and you knew he was a good kid. You knew he didn’t deserve the family he got. There wasn’t anything that you or he could do, so you just sat there, embracing the other’s presence.

It wasn’t until half an hour later when the three of them stood around a big pile of books in the middle of the floor. You had tried to scream out them when they haphazardly tossed pictures and other valuables of yours and your brother’s in the pile as well.

Eldon held up a match box after dousing the collection with gasoline and was stopped by Cyrus.

“Eldon, we don’t have to do this,” he said in a sincere way, “...we can just leave.”

“You’re right. We don’t have to do this,” relief washed over Cyrus’ face, but was short-lived, “...We get to do this.” He smiled a wicked smile. “But first, we gotta make sure our guest is comfortable, right?”

He crawled over to you, and reached out and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. You seethed with fury and growled.

“Now, I’d expect that from your… animal of a brother, but you? Well,” he thought for a moment, “...coming from a Winchester... I guess you all are animals, aren’t you?”

Cyrus looked at you in remorse and tried to get Eldon to stop, but it was futile. Roscoe looked on in the background with a sickening look on his face.

‘I think that’s just his face,’ you thought.

Eldon continued, “Now, Cyrus, what do we do to animals?”

“Eldon, stop. She hasn’t done-”

“I said, what do we do to animals!” he roared. His voice boomed through the library and the war room, and out through the blown out door, where another was getting ready to join the fiasco.

Cyrus shied away but answered anyway. He tried to say strongly, “We play with them,” but it came out weak and shaky.

“That’s right,” Eldon leaned down, his face mere inches from yours, “They become our lab rats. And you, Miss Winchester, will be just fine for that. In fact, I really like your eyes… I want them. Cyrus, go fetch me a spoon, will you?”

“Eldon, don’t do this, not here-”

“I’ll do it myself, then,” clearly annoyed with Cyrus, he stood to his full height, his knees cracking a little.

“Actually, you won’t.”

All four of you whipped your heads around and ended up looking at Dean. Normally, you’d be relieved to see your brother; your hero.

But right now, you’d kinda wished Eldon had scooped out your eyes. What you looked at made you very uneasy, and caused your skin to crawl in slight fear.

Dean was covered, head to toe, in blood and it wasn’t his own. It dawned on you then that he had fulfilled his promise to Charlie; he killed the Stynes. And he wasn’t stopping.

“Ah, Dean. How nice of you to join the party. I hope you brought marshmallows. It is gonna be a full show tonight.”

Quickly, Cyrus ran over to you and untied you from the chair. You pulled the gag away, and thanked him, but stayed where you were.

Dean stared straight at Eldon. There was no emotion in his face, yet it was the scariest you’ve ever seen him. Yes, he was a demon, and yes, he did try to kill you, but this… he was supposed to be human right now.

There wasn’t an excuse for this.

“Save it.”

“Oh, straight to the point, then? Nice. I respect that. But, I need to finish up on good ‘ole Y/N. We were just about to start the… oh, let’s say the previews. How’s that sound?”

“That sounds fine,” you were shocked. This was not Dean. This was not your Dean. “...but,” he pointed his gun at Roscoe and applied just enough pressure on the trigger to fire a bullet. He didn’t bat an eye. “I don’t like movies.”

And then he shot Eldon and looked at Cyrus.

“Please, don’t! You don’t have to do this, I’m not-”

“You’re going to tell me that you’re not like them? That you hate your family?”

Cyrus was caught off guard. “Yes. Exactly, right! See, you understand. I’m not like them at all,” he was frantic, and you stared on in shock.

Was Dean actually going to kill a kid?

Cyrus continued and pulled up his shirt, “See? No stitches! I’m not them. I never will be. You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to kill me.”

Dean released his stare and dropped his arm. You subconsciously released a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Dean?” you tried to get his attention, but he only looked at you for a second, then back to Cyrus. You knew what was about to happen, “Dean. Dean! Don’t.” you got up as fast as you could, the bullet still in your leg limited your ability to move quickly without pain.

You stood just within feet of Dean and the boy he was about to kill.

He looked at you again, and got irritated, but was still a little concerned about your injury. The blood had long seeped through your jeans and followed you like a breadcrumb trail.

“Y/N, go sit down,” there was no gentleness in his voice. He was set like stone. Cyrus was confused, but he thought he was off the hook. He started to get relieved.

But then Dean lifted his arm, gun still in hand, and scratched his head with it. He looked at Cyrus and was focused on him only.

He sucked in a breath, as if this was just a little blip in his day, then said, “Yeah, but I do,” and fired his gun. He shot at point-blank, aiming for the head. Only, he didn’t hit Cyrus, who stood in his place in shock.

Your eyes were wide in pain. It was searing, it was unbearable. You let out a guttural cry.

Dean stood in his spot too, also shocked. 

Cas then walked in and took in the scene. Upon seeing you, crumpled to the floor with a pool of blood forming around you, he rushed to your side. He tried to put pressure on your wounds, but there was too much. It was too close.

“Dean, what did you do?” When he didn’t answer, he screamed at him, his emotions stepping into control. “What did you do!?”

“Y/N…” Dean stared down at you, his humanity coming back to him slowly. Until a small whisper of concern came from another mouth. And then, faster than a cat could catch a mouse, Dean raised his gun and shot.

Cyrus’ body fell to the floor, almost perpendicular to yours. Dean was then focused back to you, and your pain.

You were drawing in sharp breaths, trying to preserve some of your time, but the anger that filled you carried most of your energy away.

“Dean, you damn idiot… Why did you do that!” you wanted your voice to come out big, and threatening, but instead it was mere coughs between every three words and shuddering breaths.

“You’re the idiot! You pointed my gun at you-”

“Dean!” Cas’ voice was harsh and unforgiving. “Not now.”

“Dean, look at me,” but he didn’t. He couldn’t. You took matters into your own hands, and weakly lifted one of your hands that were holding the bullet wound, and pulled Dean’s face towards you with a bloody hand, forcing him to look at you. At his baby sister.

Red liquid was starting to leak out of the side of your mouth, and your face was paling. Dean knew that this was it. You did too. He took your hand in his and held it like his life depended on it.

“You tried, okay? You tried.” he subtly shook his head in disagreement, and closed his eyes as tears started to fall. “Dean, hey, look at me. Please,” he slowly opened his eyes, regret filled them. “...Don’t beat yourself up, o-okay?”

“Y/N…”

“No, Dean I,” you had to cough, which ended in even more blood leaving your mouth. “...I mean it. This was the mark. Not- not you.”

The life started to fade from your eyes, and Dean was desperate. “Cas, please, do something!”

You looked at Cas, and he to you. It was too bad to fix, you were too long gone.

“Dean, it’s okay,” you tried to console him.

“No, it’s not okay, Y/N! I just-” he stopped when your hand went limp in his. His face dropped. “Y/N? Sweetheart?” he tried to wake you up, but nothing happened. “No.”

He couldn’t hear the footfalls behind him, but he clearly heard Sam when he reacted to the sight he was greeted with.

“Oh my god,” Sam let out a sharp breath, and then took another one in, “Not- not again,”. he felt the panic rise up, and he placed his head in his hands and squatted to the floor. Repeatedly, words of disbelief fell from his mouth. His heart was shattered.

Cas stayed in the same spot; next to you with his hands trying to stop the bleeding. He just lost his best friend, and there was nothing he could have done. The damage was too great.

Dean stared at you, hoping that you’d wake up at any second, and say that it was all a prank.

Instead, he, Sam, and Cas were left staring at a burning body on a pyre.