#stiles stilinski x maggie whittemore

[godjustkys]

╰┈➤ ❝ masterlist;

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR;

- Teen wolf

- Marvel Cinematic Universe

- Supernatural

- The Walking Dead (AMC)

- Merlin (BBC)

- Stranger things

- Dune

- Game of Thrones

- F.R.I.E.N.D.S

- The Maze Runner

- Lord of The Rings

- The Hobbit

- Harry Potter

- Brooklyn Nine-Nine

- IT

- Diary of a Wimpy Kid

- Dead Poet's Society

- Shameless

- Handsome Devil

- The Black Phone

- Sweet Home

- Arcane

- Spider-man Universe

- The Goldfinch

- The Last of Us

- The Beekeeper

- Weak Hero Class 1

- Bad and Crazy

ANIMES;

- Demon Slayer

- My Hero Academia

(the anime list will get updated as long as I continue watching anime.)

Characters I will to write for;

Teen wolf:

- Stiles Stilinski

Stiles Stilinski x top!m!reader (smut)

- Scott McCall

none yet..

- Derek Hale

none yet..

- Allison Argent

none yet..

- Lydia Martin

none yet..

- Isaac Lahey

none yet..

- Jackson Whittemore

none yet..

- Peter Hale

none yet..

- Malia Tate

none yet..

- Kira Yukimura

none yet..

- Liam Dunbar

none yet..

- Theo Raeken

none yet..

- Jordan Parrish

none yet..

- Erica Reyes

none yet..

- Ethan Steiner

none yet..

- Aiden Steiner

none yet..

- Christopher Argent

none yet..

- Mason Hewitt

none yet..

- Danny Mahealani

none yet..

Marvel Cinematic Universe:

- Tony Stark

none yet..

- Peter Parker

none yet..

- Bruce Banners

none yet..

- Thor Odinson

none yet..

- Loki Laufeyson

none yet..

- Steve Rogers

none yet..

- Natasha Romanoff

none yet..

- Stephen Strange

none yet..

- Wanda Maximoff

none yet..

- Clint Barton

none yet..

- Bucky Barnes

none yet..

- Carol Danvers

none yet..

- Shuri

none yet..

- Sam Wilson

none yet..

- Okoye

none yet..

- Wade Wilson

none yet..

- Pietro Maximoff

none yet..

- Vision

none yet..

- Yelena Belova

none yet..

- Peter Quill

none yet..

- Gamora

none yet..

- Nebula

none yet..

- Matt Murdock

none yet..

- Frank Castle

none yet..

- Xu Shang-chi

none yet..

- Eddie Brock

none yet..

Supernatural:

- Dean Winchester

'What a perv.' Dean x top!m!reader (smut)

- Sam Winchester

none yet..

- Castiel

none yet..

ALL; SUPERNATURAL HEADCANONS (NSFW)

(I have little knowledge of supernatural.)

The Walking Dead:

- Rick Grimes

none yet..

- Carl Grimes

none yet..

- Michonne

none yet..

- Negan

none yet..

- Daryl Dixon

male reader x daryl dixon (smut)

- Eugene

none yet..

- Rosita Espinosa

none yet..

- Maggie Greene

none yet..

- Glenn Rhee

none yet..

- Carol Peletier

none yet..

- Andrea

none yet..

- Gabriel Stokes

none yet..

- Dwight

none yet..

- Simon

none yet..

Merlin:

- Merlin

none yet..

- Arthur Pendragon

none yet..

- Morgana Pendragon

none yet..

- Guinevere

none yet..

- Lancelot

none yet..

- Mordred

none yet..

- Gwaine

none yet..

- Percival

none yet..

- Elyan

none yet..

- Leon

none yet..

Strangers things:

- Mike Wheeler

none yet..

- Nancy Wheeler

none yet..

- Will Byers

none yet..

- Jonathan Byers

none yet..

- Joyce Byers

none yet..

- Jim Hopper

none yet..

- Jane 'Eleven' Hopper

none yet..

- Lucas Sinclair

none yet..

- Dustin Henderson

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- Steve Harrington

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- Maxine Mayfield

none yet..

- Billy Hargrove

none yet..

- Dmitri 'Enzo' Antonov

none yet..

- Eddie Munson

none yet..

- Henry Creel

none yet..

- Robin Buckley

none yet..

Dune:

ALL; stranger things headcanons.. pt 1.

- Paul Atreides

none yet..

- Leto Atreides

none yet..

- Chani

none yet..

- Feyd-Rautha

none yet..

- Duncan Idaho

none yet..

- Stilgar

none yet..

Game of Thrones:

- Ned Stark

none yet..

- Catelyn Stark

none yet..

- Robb Stark

none yet..

- Jon Snow

none yet..

- Theon Greyjoy

none yet..

- Sansa Stark

none yet..

- Arya Stark

none yet..

- Tywin Lannister

none yet..

- Jaime Lannister

none yet..

- Cersei Lannister

none yet..

- Tyrion Lannister

none yet..

- Tommen Baratheon

none yet..

- Joffrey Baratheon

none yet..

- Daenerys Targaryen

none yet..

- Jorah Mormont

none yet..

- Sandor Clegane

none yet..

- Samwell Tarly

none yet..

- Margaery Tyrell

none yet..

- Tormund Giantsbane

none yet..

- Brienne of Tarth

none yet..

- Podrick

none yet..

- Ramsay Bolton

none yet..

- Jaqen H'ghar

none yet..

- Grey Worm

none yet..

F.R.I.E.N.D.S:

- Rachel Greene

none yet..

- Phoebe Buffay

none yet..

- Monica Geller

none yet..

- Ross Geller

none yet..

- Chandler Bing

none yet..

- Joey Tribbiani

Joey Tribbiani dating headcanons (SFW+NSFW)

The Maze Runner:

- Thomas

none yet..

- Newt

none yet..

- Minho

none yet..

- Gally

none yet..

- Frypan

none yet..

- Aris

none yet..

- Janson

none yet..

Lord of The Rings:

- Frodo Baggins

none yet..

- Samwise Gamgee

none yet..

- Pippin Took

none yet..

- Merry Brandybuck

none yet..

- Aragorn

none yet..

- Legolas

none yet..

- Boromir

none yet..

- Faramir

none yet..

- Galadriel

none yet..

- Arwen

none yet..

- Éowyn

none yet..

- Éomer

none yet..

The Hobbit:

- Bilbo Baggins

none yet..

- Thorin Oakenshield

none yet..

- Kili Durin

none yet..

- Fili Durin

none yet..

- Tauriel

none yet..

- King Thranduil

none yet..

- Elrond

none yet..

Harry Potter:

- Harry Potter

none yet..

- Hermione Granger

none yet..

- Ron Weasley

none yet..

- Fred Weasley

none yet..

- George Weasley

none yet..

- Draco Malfoy

none yet..

- Blaise Zabini

none yet..

- Oliver Wood

none yet..

- Seamus Finnigan

none yet..

- Luna Lovegood

none yet..

- Neville Longbottom

none yet..

- Dean Thomas

none yet..

- Severus Snape

none yet..

- Sirius Black

none yet..

- Regulus Black

none yet..

- Remus Lupin

none yet..

- James Potter

none yet..

- Lily Potter

none yet..

- Bill Weasley

none yet..

- Bellatrix Lestrange

none yet..

- Cedric Diggory

none yet..

- Lucius Malfoy

none yet..

- Narcissa Malfoy

none yet..

Brooklyn Nine-Nine:

- Jake Peralta

none yet..

- Amy Santiago

none yet..

- Charles Boyle

none yet..

- Gina Linetti

none yet..

- Rosa Diaz

none yet..

- Terry Jeffords

none yet..

- Ray Holt

none yet..

IT:

- Richie Tozier

none yet..

- Eddie Kaspbrak

none yet..

- Beverly Marsh

none yet..

- Bill Denbrough

none yet..

- Stanley Uris

none yet..

- Ben Hanscom

none yet..

- Mike Hanlon

none yet..

- Henry Bowers

none yet..

- Patrick Hockstetter

none yet..

Diary of a wimpy kid:

- Greg Heffley

none yet..

- Rodrick Heffley

none yet..

Dead Poet's Society:

- Neil Perry

none yet..

- Todd Anderson

none yet..

- Charlie Dalton

none yet..

- Knox Overstreet

none yet..

- Steven Meeks

none yet..

- John Keating

none yet..

Shameless:

- Fiona Gallagher

none yet..

- Lip Gallagher

none yet..

- Ian Gallagher

none yet..

- Debbie Gallagher

none yet..

- Carl Gallagher

none yet..

- Liam Gallagher

none yet..

- Mickey Milkovich

none yet..

- Mandy Milkovich

none yet..

- Kevin Ball

none yet..

- Veronica Fisher

none yet..

- Jimmy Lishman

none yet..

- Karen Jackson

none yet..

Handsome Devil:

- Ned Roche

none yet..

- Conor Masters

none yet..

- Dan Sherry

none yet..

The Black Phone:

- Finney Blake

none yet..

- Robin Arellano

none yet..

- Vance Hopper

none yet..

- Bruce Yamada

none yet..

- Billy

none yet..

- Griffin

none yet..

Sweet home:

- Cha Hyun-su

none yet..

- Lee Eun-hyuk

none yet..

- Pyeon Sang-wook

none yet..

- Jung Jae-heon

none yet..

- Seo Yi-kyung

none yet..

- Lee Eun-yu

none yet..

- Yoon Ji-su

none yet..

- Jung Ui-Myeong

none yet..

Arcane:

- Jinx

none yet..

- Vi

none yet..

- Viktor

none yet..

- Caitlyn

none yet..

- Silco

none yet..

- Sevika

none yet..

- Ekko

none yet..

- Vander

none yet..

- Mel

none yet..

- Jayce

none yet..

Spider-Man Universe:

- Peter Parker (A. G.)

none yet..

- Peter Parker (T. M.)

none yet..

- Peter B. Parker

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 1610)

none yet..

- Miles Morales (Earth 42)

none yet..

- Miguel O'Hara

none yet..

- Hobie Brown

none yet..

- Pavitr Prabhakar

none yet..

- Gwen Stacy

none yet..

The Goldfinch:

- Boris Pavlikovsky

none yet..

- Theodore Decker

none yet..

The Last of Us:

- Ellie Williams

none yet..

- Joel Miller

none yet..

- Tommy Miller

none yet..

- Tess Servopoulos

none yet..

- Abby Anderson

none yet..

- Dina Woodward

none yet..

- Lev

none yet..

- Yara

none yet..

- Jesse Pinkman

none yet..

- Manny

none yet..

- Owen

none yet..

- Mel

none yet..

The Beekeeper:

- Derek Danforth

none yet..

- Adam Clay

none yet..

Weak Hero Class 1:

- Yeon Si-eun

none yet..

- Oh Beom-seok

none yet..

- Ahn Su-ho

none yet..

- Park Hu-min

none yet..

- Kang Woo-young

none yet..

- Jeon Seok-dae

none yet..

Bad and Crazy:

- Ryu Soo-Yeol

none yet..

- Do In-beom

none yet..

- K

none yet..

- Oh Kyung-Tae

none yet..

- Boss Yong

none yet..

- Andrei Kang

none yet..

Demon slayer:

- Tanjiro Kamado

none yet..

- Nezuko Kamado

none yet..

- Zenitsu Agatsuma

none yet..

- Inosuke Hashibira

none yet..

- Genya Shinazugawa

none yet..

- Kanao Tsuyuri

none yet..

- Aoi

none yet..

- Shinobu Kocho

none yet..

- Tomioka Giyuu

none yet..

- Rengoku Kyojuro

none yet..

- Uzui Tengen

none yet..

- Mitsuri Kanroji

none yet..

- Obanai Iguro

none yet..

- Shinazugawa Sanemi

none yet..

- Muichiro Tokito

none yet..

- Gyomei Himejima

none yet..

- Muzan Kibutsuji

none yet..

- Akaza

none yet..

- Douma

none yet..

- Gyutaro

none yet..

- Daki

none yet..

- Kokushibo

none yet..

- Murata

none yet..

HASHIRA; hashira headcanons, pt.1 (angst)

My Hero Academia:

- Izuku Midoriya

none yet..

- Katsuki Bakugou

none yet..

- Shoto Todoroki

none yet..

- Tenya Iida

none yet..

- Ochako Uraraka

none yet..

- Denki Kaminari

none yet..

- Eijirou Kirishima

none yet..

- Tokoyami Fumikage

none yet..

- Shoji Mezo

none yet..

- Momo Yaoyorozu

none yet..

- Hanta Sero

none yet..

- Kyoka Jirou

none yet..

- Mashirao Ojirou

none yet..

- Mina Ashido

none yet..

- Yuga Aoyama

none yet..

- Monoma Neito

none yet..

- Shinsou Hitoshi

none yet..

- Rumi Usagiyama

none yet..

- Keigo Takami

none yet..

- Aizawa Shouta

none yet..

- Hizashi Yamada

none yet..

- Oboro Shirakumo

none yet..

- Touya Todoroki

none yet..

- Tomura Shigaraki

none yet..

- Toga Himiko

none yet..

- Jin Bubaigawara

none yet..

adding anime back cause I watched demon slayer,,, :3

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Of Mermaids, Werewolves, and Men (Stiles Stilinski x OC)

Summary: Maggie comes back from London with new found feelings for best friend Stiles. And after a summer of relative normalcy, she's welcomed back to Beacon Hills with the strangest of happenings.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x OC (Magdalene Whittemore)

Word Count: 6936

Warnings: death mention, violence (the deer crashing through the windshield), blood mention, season 2 plot points mentioned

A/N: This takes place basically in the first episode of season 3-a, but the OC is written as if they have been through all of season 1 and 2. Maggie is best friends with Stiles and Scott and the twin sister of Jackson. When Jackson gets bitten at the end of season 1, Maggie also receives the effects of the bite (but turns into a Mermaid instead). In season 2 she is learning how to use her powers but is also pursued romantically by Matt so that he can get closer to Jackson.

If you would like more of this let me know!

When Jackson and Magdalene Whittemore were sat down by their parents and told that they were moving to London, surprisingly, the younger of the twins was the one to object profusely.

She screamed and cried that it wasn’t fair. That Beacon Hills was where they had grown up. Where Jackson was captain of the lacrosse team. Where Maggie was the best runner on the cross country team. Where both of them had friends, friends that would understand them way more than even their parents would.

All while the older twin just sat on the couch with his arms crossed and his head bowed.

“Jackson!” she cried, looking back to him with eyes wide and red with tears. “Aren’t you gonna help me out here?”

“No. I agree with them, Maggie.”

“You what?” The furious blonde turned on her twin.

“After everything that happened — “ He finally glanced up at her then, blue eyes that matched her own glinting with regret. “We need a fresh start.”

She stared at him for a moment. Feeling betrayed but also like she was being proven wrong. Which she hated.

“But — But — “ Maggie sputtered, beginning to accept her defeat as her tears welled up even more. “I don’t want a fresh start! I want my friends — I wanna keep going to Beacon Hills. Please don’t — I can’t — “

Maggie could feel her walls breaking down. The flood walls of her eyelids breaking as the tears spilled over and down her cheeks in a torrent. She hated this. Hated that they were having this discussion. Hated that she had screamed and argued. Hated that she was now crying. Hated that everyone else was right. The relief that flooded her when school was let out for the summer was undeniable. No more stared and whispers followed her wherever she went.

She’s been acting super weird lately.

Poor Maggie, her boyfriend was that kid who drowned in the creek. Matt.

Didn’t her brother die for like — a few days or something?

It made her skip most of her classes the rest of the year and hide out in her room — hoping that it would all just blow over eventually. But she couldn’t escape it at home either. Their parents had so many questions about everything. How Jackson came back to life. What they had to do to hide their abilities now. Why Jackson was a Werewolf but Maggie wasn’t. The only real solace she had left were her friends. Allison, Lydia, Scott…Stiles.

Stiles was a whole different story.

Going to some school where no one knew her did sound nice. It sounded refreshing and responsible and logical. But how was she supposed to do this life without her friends in Beacon Hills? How was she supposed to figure out life as a Mermaid without them? They knew who she was, who she really was, from the very beginning. They helped her, fought for her and with her, they understood what she was going through. At a new school, she would have no one like that. She would have to keep everything about herself a secret to everyone. Never truly letting anyone in.

And that was just not something she was willing to do. Screw being responsible and logical.

Balling her fists up tight, her nails digging into her palms, and sniffing back her tears, Maggie muttered, “I would live with Aunt Kay.”

“Aunt Kay?” her father asked incredulously, “My spinster of a sister who hates children?”

Her mother rolled her eyes from beside him. “She doesn’t hate children, Daniel. She just never wanted any of her own. Or to get married. Or have a permanent residence.”

Maggie’s hopes shot through the roof. She spoke quickly so she could get out her point before they shot her down. “She told me I could come live with her if I wanted when I got to college. I’m sure she’d be fine with it being a few years early.”

“Oh, I don’t know, Maggie, honey.” Her mother shook her head. “That’s a big burden to put on Kay.”

“She’s a philanthropist for a living. I’m sure she had enough money for it,” her father grumbled.

“You know that’s not what I’m talking about. Taking care of a teenager — making sure she doesn’t get into trouble, making sure she does her homework. Kay’s never been the discipline type.”

Maggie practically shouted she was so desperate to speak. “I’m responsible, I’ll make sure I do my homework — just, can you — can you at least call her and ask? Maybe?”

“If you really wanna stay in Beacon Hills, honey — sure. We’ll give her a call.”

“Yes, please. Thank you.”

Triumphant, Maggie turned back to look at her brother. Only to see the hurt swimming in his eyes.

“Are you still mad at me?” Maggie asked, sitting now in her empty bedroom with nothing but packed boxes ready to be taken to the moving truck.

Stiles scoffed from his seat beside her. “What’re you talking about? I’ve never been mad at you.”

“Okay, that’s total bullshit.”

“Bullshit? What are you — “

He looked absolutely flabbergasted, but Maggie could see right through it. The two of them had been friends for too long for him to hide his true emotions from her. She glared at him as harshly as she could while bumping him with her shoulder.

“I could see it, ya know? After the whole…Jackson thing was resolved. You would barely look at me — talk to me. I don’t know if you still are. Mostly cause we haven’t seen each other in forever,” Maggie said, looking over the tops of her knees at her bare room. “Would you have even come over today — if I hadn’t asked?”

Stiles sighed. He had one leg pulled up towards himself, the other spread out before him. The pair of them were sitting under her window on the floor, shoulder to shoulder. It was the spot where he had held her as she turned for the first time. Where she had whispered to him all her fears about being a Mermaid. Where she had confessed that she was going on a date with Matt. And this was the last time they were ever going to get to sit in that spot.

Her family’s flight to England left in six hours — and it was there that she was going to spend her summer.

“You know I would have,” Stiles finally muttered.

“I’m — I’m sorry that I didn’t see that Matt was behind everything the whole time,” Maggie whispered, tears stinging the backs of her eyes. “I just…I thought he actually liked me, ya know?”

Turns out he was just using her to get closer to Jackson as the Kanima. Shame burned within her like a bonfire fueled by gasoline. She should have seen the signs. She should have known. But she got so caught up in him being her first boyfriend, being the first guy to like her in that way, that she was blinded. Stiles had tried to tell her that Matt was bad news. But she hadn’t listened — her heart out betting her brain.

“God, Maggie, I — I wasn’t mad about that,” Stiles muttered.

“You weren’t?” she questioned with a furrowed brow. “Then what — ?”

“Maggie, honey!” her mother called from downstairs, “We gotta go! Come on!”

She huffed as she got up from the floor, Stiles quickly following suit with a nervous look on his face. She threw her backpack on then looked around her bedroom one last time. She was going to miss it. The memories made there, the style of it, the hominess. But now she got to make another place feel like home and make some new memories.

“Text me when you land, okay? Just so I know you’re safe,” he asked, hands shoved deep in his pants pockets.

Maggie nodded. “I will.”

“And — don’t forget to call every once and a while? Don’t want you getting all posh on me.”

“You know I would never,” she scoffed, but then she said, “I just — um — why were you so upset before? You never said.”

Stiles opened his mouth to reply, looking like he was about to spout total bullshit. She could see the signs of it on his face. But then her mother called, even louder, from downstairs again: “Magdalene! Come on!”

“I’m coming!” Maggie yelled back.

Then Stiles smiled, a small, shy thing that she had never seen before. It somehow filled her with nerves and elated her at the same time.

“We’ll talk about it when you get back. Okay?”

“Okay.”

She spent the summer in England with her family as they looked for a new house. She had an internship with Camberwell Studios in London getting coffee and dry cleaning on the weekdays. But at least she was in proximity of an actual film studio. On the weekend, they took trips to Scotland, Ireland, France, Italy, Germany, and Spain. By the end of it, her parents had found jobs and picked out a house — and every memory card Maggie had purchased was full of footage from all over Europe. But as summer drew to a close, and her flight back home to Beacon Hills came nearer and nearer, Maggie felt like it was the calm before a great storm.

She was now in the room that would be saved for her when she came to visit. Packing her suitcase neatly, trying to make all the souvenirs she bought for her friends fit in the limited space. She may have to leave the Longchamp handbag Lydia made her buy in France behind.

As she folded in her last shirt, a soft knock thumped on her door before it creaked open. Jackson poked his head through the crack.

“It’s me. Can I come in?”

“Sure,” Maggie replied.

Her and Jackson had not spent much time alone together on this trip. The tension between them far too great for either of them to bear it. But it seemed like tonight Jackson was intent on broaching the subject.

He stood just beyond her closed door with that hard look on his face that made her squirm. “I’m not…Angry at you for going back to Beacon Hills. I’m — really hurt.”

Maggie rolled her eyes as she practically slammed the top of her suitcase shut.

“We weren’t gonna be together forever you know,” she said stubbornly, refusing to apologize in that way that siblings do. “You were already leaving me miles behind anyway.”

“Maggie, don’t flip this on me to make me feel bad, okay? I already feel bad enough.”

“About what? The fact that you turned us into monsters?” Her eyes flashed in an unnatural way, showing the way her eyes glinted silver like a fish deep in the sea. “Or the fact that you spent the last three years practically ignoring me?”

“I wasn’t ignoring you, we were just…Growing apart,” he said as he moved to lean on her bedpost.

“And that gave you the excuse to laugh at me? To brush off everything I did like it didn’t matter? To make fun of me and my friends behind my back?”

She watched her twin through blurred, water-stained vision. Watched as his hard expression crumpled into one of guilt and sympathy. And somehow that turning of his face, that show that he really did care, made her break down into tears. She collapsed into him, throwing her arms around his shoulders and laying her head on his chest. He held her as she cried. And it was at that moment she knew that it was over.

They couldn’t be mad at each other anymore — or even hurt. Everything had been put out on the table. The laundry had been aired. They had done the worst things imaginable to each other and there they stood. Holding each other. Crying.

“I’m sorry, Mags,” Jackson whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m sorry, too,” she replied.

Peace came over her then. Something she hadn’t felt the entire summer. She now felt free to leave her brother in London and go her own way. They would always be twins. They would always love each other. And they would always have each other’s back.

“God, how am I gonna survive this place without you?” Jackson laughed into her hair as she finally pulled away to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

“I have no idea,” she chuckled in reply, moving back to her luggage to zip it all up.

Jackson flopped down on her bed with a sigh. “And you’ll do just fine without me. You’ve got McCall, Stilinski, Allison…Lydia.”

Maggie smirked, pushing her blonde hair back behind her ears before getting to work on zipping her suitcase shut. “You talked to her at all this summer?”

He glanced away, choosing to pick at his sock instead of looking at his twin. “Here and there. She knows I’m not coming back. I told her to move on. Even though I didn’t really want to.”

“Do you want me to tell you? If she moves on — I mean.” Maggie finally got the zipper closed with one final tug. Unsure if she would ever get it unzipped again. Mermaid strength or not.

“No. I don’t need to know.”

“That’s very grown-up of you, Jackson,” she said, sitting down next to him on the bed with a smirk.

“Oh, shut up,” he scoffed, shoving her with his shoulder. “What about you? And don’t lie — I know you’ve talked to Stilinski basically every single night.”

“God! Jackson! Don’t listen in on my phone calls!” Maggie felt a mad blush creeping across her cheeks as she hid her face in her shirt sleeve.

“I miss you, Stiles! You would’ve loved this museum we went to today! Oh, Stiles!” Jackson heightened the pitch of his voice in a bad attempt at impersonating his sister, flicking pretend hair behind his shoulder.

Maggie replied by throwing a pillow at his head. “Shut up! It’s not like that!”

“Like what?” Jackson easily caught the pillow before it could even make contact.

“Like…Like what you and Lydia had together. It’s not like that.”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Sure as hell sounds like it. It would take a real idiot to not see that you two have a thing for one another. Granted — it’s Stilinski so the idiocy is understandable.”

“Shut up!” she whined, but the smile on her face was uncontrollable.

As the summer went on, her relationship with Stiles had grown more and more…Complicated. She left Beacon Hills friends with him again after weeks of uncertainty. And then one phone call led into her calling him the next day, and the next day, and the day after that until it was every night before she went to bed. He was comforting and home and just so easy to talk to when her relationship with everyone in her family was on unsteady ground. She knew what it all meant but refused to acknowledge it. Not when there was an entire ocean between them.

And in the back of her mind, that thing they had yet to talk about still lingered. What it could possibly be. What the consequences of the final confession could be.

Aunt Kay’s house was different from anything that Maggie was expecting.

On the plane ride back from England, she dreamed about living in a luxurious manor the likes of Elizameth Bennet would be envious of — or a high rise penthouse apartment that Patrick Batmeman would have to murder her for. Decadent and guady decorations or high tech gadgets with sleek, modern furnishings. She really could not expect anything less from her millionaire, philanthropist aunt. After all, that was what every movie she ever watched told her that millionaires lived like.

But Maggie started to have doubts about her aunt’s luxurious lifestyle when Kay picked her up in a mid-2000s hybrid instead of a brand new sports car like she imagined.

Now, there she stood. In front of the house she would be living in for the rest of her high school career, the house she had been yearning to explore every bedecked knook and cranny of — and it was small. Stuffed into the back most corner of the Beacon Hills city limits, it was a little, bright orange hous beside a small pond.

“Not what you were expecting?” Kay chuckled a sshe hauled Maggie’s giant suitcase from the trunk of her car.

“Er — “ Maggie turned to her aunt with a shy smile. “Yeah. I guess not. I thought it would be like…A manor? Or something?”

Kay laughed again, her bright red hair swinging in her simple ponytail. “Nope. I prefer to spend my money on more meaningful things. I don’t need a big mansion all to myself.”

Maggie supposed that made sense. Kay was unmarried, had no children, and from what her father said, sh ewas barely even home in Beacon Hills. Always travelling to one of her holding companies all over the world or visiting the many charities that she supported. Maggie wondered if she would stay in town more now that she was living with her — but highly doubted that her routine would change much. She had so many businesses and people that needed her attention at all hours of the day. And Maggie didn’t want to be the stick in teh wheel that had been turning for well over a decade.

“Here’s the keys.” Kay handed them over to Maggie before lifting her suitcase once more. “Go ahead and head in — I’ll be right behind ya.”

The door was painted bright turquoise, a porch to the left overlooked the pond. And inside was sparsely decorated. A few niknaks here and there from different, exotic countries dotted the shelves and wall space. The furniture looked hardly used and the kitchen was nearly sparkling clean. It felt like she was stepping into an AirBnB freshly cleaned and ready for a vacationing family rather than someone’s actual home. There weren’t even any pictures of Kay’s family or any people at all.

She wished her brother was here. She wished her mom and dad were here. For a split second, as she stared around at the cream colored walls, her stomach dropped with regret. She should’ve just stayed in London with her family. She should have started over like Jackson and gotten to live maybe even a more normal life than she would have found in Beacon Hills. Tears stung the backs of her eyes and she blinked them away furiously. Angry at herself for making a rash decision — for nearly crying in the first place.

Then her phone vibrated in her pocket. It had finally connected to the cellular data after getting off the plane. A handful of messages flooded her screen, covering the picture of her and Jackson in front of Big Ben. Fresh tears filled her eyes. But not angry, sad tears. These were happy, grateful tears that dripped down onto her cheeks.

They were all messages from her friends. Allison welcoming her back home and telling her she got back from France only a few days before. Scott sent her a bunch of emojis expressing his emotions about her coming back. Lydia asking when they could hang out and if it could be that night. And Stiles — Stiles sent her more messages than any of them. Asking if her flight was okay, if she landed alright, if she arrived at her aunt’s house okay.

Maggie smiled. She had family here.

“Okay, so — “ Kay came through the door, red in the face from dragging the suitcase across the lawn. “What do you have in there? Bricks?”

By the time the sun was dipping down under the horizon, Maggie couldn’t decide if she was exhausted or full of energy. If she was back in London, it would be morning by now. She would have had a good night’s rest. But instead, she hadn’t slept in twenty—four hours and her internal clock was screaming in confusion. Plus, Aunt Kay suggested that she stay awake till tomorrow night to get rid of the jet lag and reorient her sleep schedule. It sounded horrible, but really, what else was there for her to do? School started tomorrow, and she couldn’t be completely asleep during the first day of classes.

For the past few hours, she had unpacking and putting all of her things away to distract her from the sleep in her eyes. Aunt Kay sat on her bed for a while and kept her company. She asked about her summer trip and also tried to pry into why Maggie wanted to come back to Beacon Hills instead of staying in England. But Maggie never gave anything away — dismissing it with a wave of her hand and a vague excuse about how California is better for her future career. Kay accepted that answer for now, but Maggie could tell that she was still unsure about it all.

“Alright, I’ve got a video conference with Japan in a few minutes. I’ll be in my office. If you need anything — seriously — don’t be afraid to interrupt.” Kay moved to stand in the doorway, hands in her jean pockets. “I’m only present for posterity reasons anyway so I’ll be muted the entire time.”

“Thanks, Kay.” Maggie smiled.

There was nothing left to do. Her room was finished for the time being, until the rest of her things were moved out of the storage unit her parents rented in town. She sat down on her bed with a sigh.

It only took a few minutes of being idle and alone for Maggie to begin torturing herself with thoughts of her family, the coming school year…And Stiles.

After she responded to his texts, telling him she was at her aunt’s house safe and sound, he asked her if she wanted to hang out. She hadn’t responded yet. Unsure what she even wanted to say. Yes. Of course she wanted to hang out with him. The phone calls and occasional skypes were not enough, she missed his dumb face. But she talked to him every day while they were separated. Sometimes well into the night in England, which was nearly five in the morning back in Beacon Hills. Meaning Stiles had to wake up early to answer her calls. And it seemed like he never minded at all. He never even mentioned it. And at the time, she didn’t think anything of it. All she knew was that she enjoyed talking to Stiles — he was her best friend, had been since they were toddlers. Growing into teenagers and an entire ocean between them wouldn’t change that.

But the implications of him waking up early to take her calls, of them calling each other every day in the first place, were starting to dawn on her. And maybe her feelings towards Stiles were changing, evolving into something new. But she wasn’t prepared to deal with that at all.

So when Lydia called and asked if she wanted to join her and Allison on a night on the town as a last hurraw for summer, she jumped at the opportunity. Anything for an excuse to ignore Stiles’ text for a bit longer and anything to help her stay awake.

Maggie knocked on Kay’s office door quietly before she opened the door. It was a bit more decorated in this room. Some travel posters were up on the walls and a few pictures were even up on the bookshelves. Kay sat at her desk with her desktop showing the live conference feed of some Japanese businessmen giving a presentation. Kay turned with a smile when Maggie entered the room.

“What’s up?” Kay asked, pulling her headphones down around her neck.

“Uh — some friends called and asked if I could hang out. Would that be okay? I’d be back by midnight at the latest.”

“Jesus, you are way more responsible than I was at your age.” She chuckled. “I would’ve just snuck out. Back by twelve, you said?”

Maggie smiled. “Yeah.”

“Go ahead. Have fun.”

In a few minutes, Maggie hopped out the door and into Lydia’s idling car. There were squeals and hard, reuniting hugs between the three girls. Then they all piled back into the car, talking excitedly about their summers and all that they got up to while they were away from one another. Allison had gone off to France with her father to recconnect with her family’s roots. Her and Maggie had visited one another over the summer. While Lydia remained in Beacon Hills — and from her stories it sounded like she spent the majority of her time trying to find a guy to replace Jackson.

When it was becoming increasingly clear they weren’t heading into town proper, Allison asked, “So, where are we going, exactly?”

Lydia didn’t respond for a moment. Then she sighed, “Er — Brad Morin’s house. He’s throwing an end of summer party.”

“And how many people are gonna be there?” Maggie asked with narrowed eyes from the backseat.

“Just a few…Brad — his brother Nick. And Garrett Kline from the swim team.”

Allison and Maggie shared a look through the rearview mirror, then Allison chidingly asked, “Is this a date?”

“It is not a date. It is a…Group thing,” Lydia explained as she drove.

“A group thing?” Seriously?” Maggie spoke up, head thrown back against the headrest as she fought off the urge to sleep. “Sounds like an orgy to me.”

Allison rolled her eyes and ignored Maggie’s comment. “Do they know it’s a group thing? Cause I told you that I’m not ready to get back out there.”

“And neither am I!” Maggie lifted her head.

“You both were in Europe and didn’t do any dating for four months?”

Allison shrugged — but then a smirk quickly tugged at her lips as she said, “The only reason Maggie’s not ready is because she already has somebody.”

Maggie’s eyes widened, she could feel a blazing heat taking over her cheeks and she was sure she was nearly red as a lobster. She knew she shouldn’t have told Allison about her Stiles dilemma — she should’ve known it would come back to bite her in the ass. But she also felt like she needed to tell someone what was going on. She didn’t feel comfortable talking to her parents about that kind of stuff, and Jackson was absolutely out of the question. It was eating her up on the inside, and when she met up with Allison in Paris it just burst out of her like a shaken up soda.

“Excuse me?” Lydia asked with a wide grin, looking over her shoulder at Maggie hiding herself in her shirt sleeves. “Did you find some European hunk to try long distance with?”

“N-No,” Maggie replied, face shoved deep into her forearms.

“Well, what then? Who?” Lydia insisted, looking to Allison for help.

“She talked with Stiles every day this summer.”

“What?” Lydia gasped in something that sounded like a mix of horror and jubilation, “Stiles? Seriously?”

Maggie groaned, nearly wrapped her arms around her entire head. “Possibly — yes — maybe.”

“Oh, my God! Finally!”

Allison giggled as she turned in her seat to get a proper look at Maggie. “So have you actually decided if you like him or not?”

“That is still up for debate,” Maggie said, voice muffled by her arms.

“Have you talked to him? Since you got back?”

Her arms flopped back down to rest on the leather seat of the car. “We texted a little. He asked to hang out and I…Kinda ignored him.”

“Are you kidding me?” Lydia scoffed, “You’re here with us instead of being with the guy you’ve clearly been in love with since sixth grade?”

Allison’s eyebrows shot up her forehead. “Since sixth grade?”

“Oh, my God, Lydia! I tell you I have a crush on him once when we’re twelve! I got over it!”

“No, you clearly did not!”

“I’m sorry, can someone please tell me about this crush in sixth grade?” Allison asked.

Lydia was eager to divulge the story as the car came to a stop at a red light. Maggie sighed as she looked out the window, her cheeks still burning. Maybe she should have just stayed at home. They were on the edge of town, the dense forest lining the side of the road and reaching back and back into dark shadow. A fog rolled down the hill through the trees. Maggie had missed Beacon Hills. London had fog, sure, but it was nothing in comparison to this fog that rolled in from the bay nearly every night. London fog made for a nice morning gloom that brought a chill to the air — but broke with the morning sun. But in Beacon Hills, the mist was creepy, haunting. You never knew what could be lurking in the shadows. What beasts could be on the prowl.

“Oh, my God!” Allison gasped, Maggie’s head snapped away from the window to see what was happening, fearing an accident. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. I can’t see him, not now!”

Maggie leaned forward so her head poked out between the two front seats to see what was going on. She looked out Lydia’s window to see Stiles and Scott sitting in that familiar, light blue Jeep stopped at the light beside them. Her face blanched with a fresh blush as she crashed back into the back seat.

“Shit, shit, shit!” she hissed, resisting the urge to cover her face with her arms again. “Lydia, go, just go!”

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him. He was trying to roll down Scott’s window, an excited smile on his face. She nearly forgot that he had grown his hair out over the summer. It looked good on him. It felt like her heart was doing vertical jumps in her chest. Elated at the sight of him but fearing the worst for when they did finally have to talk in person.

“But the light.” Lydia gestured towards the still red signal.

There wasn’t even anyone else on the road, for crying out loud! How had it not changed by now? She wasn’t ready to confront him just yet. She needed time to really figure out her feelings. But as she sat there, practically melting into the backseat so she wouldn’t be seen, she thought back to all those nights in London. How he sounded so sleepy because he had woken up at four in the morning to talk to her. How she would fall asleep with her phone pressed between her cheek and the pillow. How her heart would ache to hear his voice. How she would whisper in the darkness that she missed him — and he would say it back like it was a secret only for them.

Oh, God.

Maggie leaned forward — daring to see him dead on. But then Lydia sped off through the red light, leaving the Jeep in the dust.

“You guys alright?” Lydia asked gently.

Allison nodded her head, but Maggie couldn’t even formulate a simple answer. Her mind was racing. She was in denial all summer long. Convinced herself that it was impossible. But her heart was betraying her at every turn. Even just seeing that small glimpse of him solidified it in her mind. Her feelings were clear. And she couldn’t wait another second to talk to him.

“Lydia, stop,” Maggie said as she turned to look at the Jeep behind them. “I need to go back and talk to him.”

Allison protested the idea of being anywhere near her ex again, but Lydia slowed the car to a halt. The other two girls turned to look out the rear window with furrowed brows. The blue painted hunk of junk was stopped in the middle of the road. Maggie didn’t know if it was because the car had stalled again or because Stiles had put on the brakes.

“They’re stopped too,” Maggie said.

“Why would they stop?” Allison asked.

“It’s Stiles and Scott — do you really wanna try applying logic to those two?”

Maggie turned to give Lydia a look, but her eyes widened in fear when she spotted a giant buck barreling down the road coming straight towards their car. Out of her peripheral vision, she could see Lydia and Allison’s expressions buckle in concern, but what occured next seemed to happen in slow motion.

The deer, without stopping or any hint of hesitation, ran right into the car. She could see the deer’s eyes right before it collided with the car. They were wide with something — either it was deranged or terrified. Maggie heard the metal of the car crunch and buckle beneath the deer’s weight. And could only watch as her friends turned and screamed, arms up to shield their faces as the buck’s giant antlers and head crashed through the windshield. Broken glass flew everywhere. High pitched shouts of freight filled the air. Blood from the deer’s ripped flesh splattered onto Maggie’s face along with a spray of tiny glass shards.

As soon as the glass settled with a last few tinkles of sound, Allison and Lydia leapt from the car to get away from the deer and its massive antlers. But Maggie stared at it for just a few moments longer, frozen to the spot.

It had been nearly an entire summer of normalcy. Of nothing weird happening or anything one would constitute…Supernatural.

What an apt welcome back to Beacon Hills.

“Maggie — Maggie! Are you okay?” Stiles’ voice calling from outside the car pulled her back into reality.

Not his voice through a phone. His actual voice.

The cool night air greeted her like a bucket of ice as she stepped out of Lydia’s car. Shocked her into finally processing what just happened. Her friends could have died. She would have been fine, her supernatural healing saving her from any serious injury, but Allison and Lydia…If that deer would have hit them any harder they would be dead. And she would have been able to do nothing to stop it.

Warm, inviting hands clasped onto her shoulders. She looked up to see Stiles staring down at her, concern pinching his brow. A lopsided grin overpowered her. Everything was fine. No one got hurt. Stiles was there. God, she had missed him. He looked worried now, his fingers working into the flesh of her shoulders maybe a little too tightly. His brown eyes, deep and dark as freshly turned graves in the twilight, invited her to be buried alive. But it wasn’t like she minded. She missed looking into those eyes so much. Those eyes that comforted, that let her in on every joke, that accepted her. All those worries that plagued her fled her mind when she looked into those eyes.

This, right here, felt like coming home after months away. Or was this what it felt like to be in love?

“Hi,” she finally managed to whisper.

Stiles huffed out a laugh from his nose and moved his hands to her elbows, pulling her in just a little closer. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Maggie looked back at the totaled vehicle as if she had forgotten it was there in the first place. “I’m okay.”

“You’ve got — er — “ Stiles smiled as he pulled a piece of glass from her forehead.

Maggie reached up in surprise to feel the small cut, the wetness of her own blood on her fingers. But she could feel the wound already beginning to heal. But then, God, she couldn’t help it. She looked back up at Stiles and smiled. And he smiled right back. A shy sort of grin that he had never shown her before.

“Well, I’m not okay!” Lydia suddenly screeched, “I am totally freaking out! How the hell did it just run into us?”

Maggie and Stiles nearly jumped as they turned to look at the rest of the group. Scott was standing with Allison while Lydia was off to the side by herself, still very pale and obviously shaken. Maggie reached out and took hold of Lydia’s trembling hand as Scott moved to investigate the deer. Stiles went with him. Lydia squeezed her fingers fiercely, trying to pull some confidence and security from her friend. Maggie grasped her hand back.

“I saw its eyes just before it hit us.” Maggie looked around at the group as she spoke. “It was like it…Like it was crazy — Or — “

“No. It was scared.” Scott placed his hand on the deer’s broad neck. Feeling the last of the animal’s endorphins and hormones. “Actually — Terrified.”

Maggie’s brow furrowed as Lydia crushed her hand in a vice like grip. Though to her, it didn’t really feel like much. What could possibly scare a deer so badly that it would run right down the middle of the road? Deer weren’t that smart, but they weren’t stupid enough to do that. But this one had been. A chill ran down Maggie’s spine that left her teeth chattering.

Welcome back to Beacon Hills, indeed.

Stiles offered to drive everyone back home. For a moment, Lydia tried to insist that they still go to Brad Morin’s house for the party. But Allison and Maggie both agreed that they were no longer in the mood — and that they never really wanted to go in the first place. Scott’s house was closest, since the boys were heading in that direction in the first place. Then Lydia, shortly followed by Allison who had moved into the new highrise apartments downtown just a few days ago.

And just like that, it was Maggie and Stiles alone in the Jeep. It was quiet for a while. A heavy sort of silence where she could feel words bubbling up her throat but she couldn’t get them out. Couldn’t say anything that was on her mind. It was all too much. She missed him. She didn’t want to go back to Kay’s place just yet. She wanted to just ride around in this Jeep for hours, like they used to when he first got his liscence.

She loved him.

“How was your flight?” he finally asked.

“Good.” She nodded her head with a cough to hold down that last thought, popping her feet up onto the dash. “Time difference is driving me crazy though. Gotta stay up until tomorrow night so my sleep schedule won’t be all out of whack.”

“Oh, Jesus. That’s gonna suck at school tomorrow.”

“Tell me about it. I already feel exhausted.” The short lived adrenaline from the deer crash had already worn off.

“I could stay up with you.” Stiles glanced over at her as he drove, adjusting in his seat awkwardly. “If — If you want.”

Maggie chuckled. “I think I already messed up your sleep enough, Stiles.”

“I don’t mind,” he said, gentle and honest, “I never mind.”

It felt like he had stolen the very breath out of her lungs. The words were on the brink now — about to burst from her like a sudden thunderstorm. She had never felt so warm and so cold at the same time.

But there was one thing that still nagged at the back of her mind.

“Why were you mad after Matt died?” she asked quietly, afraid that the question itself was about to break something. And maybe it was.

“I — I wasn’t mad, Mags, honest,” Stiles replied, his voice serious and thick, “I was just…Shit. I don’t know how to say this.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. Cause…We talked all summer and I avoided it but I really don’t think I can anymore.” He glanced over at her as he drove, clearly just driving mindlessly as he was headed in the complete opposite direction of Kay’s house.

Maggie swallowed hard. “Avoid what?”

They came up to another red light and Stiles stopped the Jeep with his head hung low. To Maggie, it felt like the entire universe had slowed down just for this moment. Just to torture her for sins unknown.

“I wasn’t — I wasn’t mad about Matt. I was jealous. I wanted to…I wanted to be with you. But ya know — I thought that…You thought of me as just your goofy friend Stiles. Or whatever.”

The final confession sat heavy between them for a moment. Maggie stared at her worn sneakers propped on the dash — rimmed in red fluorescent light from the intersection. Was this really happening?

“And I — I still feel the same way.”

Maggie finally was able to find words, small and slow ones, but still words. “You…Liked me?”

“Yeah.”

“And you…And you still like me?”

Stiles scoffed with a smile. “You think I would’ve woken up at five in the morning to call you all those times if I didn’t?”

Everything inside Maggie lifted and swelled until suddenly she was launching herself across the middle console. Stiles grunted in surprise as she flung her arms around his neck, but was quickly silenced when her lips crashed against his own. It was uncomfortable, the seatbelt dug into Maggie’s shoulder, and he had an awkward time getting his hand into her hair — but it was beautiful. It was beautiful because it was their first kiss. After all those years of wondering and sidestepping the conversation, of ignoring feelings and denying accusations from friends. It was finally happening. Maggie felt Stiles smile into the kiss as a grin stretched her own lips.

A car honked behind them. The light turned green.

The two of them jumped apart. Stiles started driving again with an awkward cough.

But the smiles on both of their faces were wide and full of an insurmountable joy.