#teen wolf fanficiton

[stereknation]

But Not With Haste by uraneia 

Summary: It's been years since Derek escaped from the hunters who killed his family and bound him in his human form. He travels solo, never staying in one place, keeping under the radar--until a skinny, smart-mouthed kid stows away in the back of his truck.

Four months ago Stiles's first kiss put his best friend in a coma. His dad gave him a couple hundred bucks and a hug and told him to run. By the time Stiles witnesses the cage fighter known as Wolverine take out a shotgun and its wielder with his bare hands, he's got a plan. He knows there's a school in New York for kids like him. All he has to do is get there.

OR, in which Derek is the werewolf version of Wolverine and Stiles is Rogue and the plot of X-Men progresses accordingly, with a few notable deviations.

Rating: Explicit 

Main Character(s): Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski 

Additional Character(s): Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Sheriff Stilinski, Aiden, Ethan, Kali, Deucalion

Pairing(s): Derek Hale / Stiles Stilinski

Tags: Alternate Universe - Fusion, Alternate Universe - Mutants, First Kiss, First Time, Getting Together, Angst, Slow Build, Oral Sex, Frottage, Hand Jobs

Words: 20,776

Chapters: 1/1

[siren-writes-things]

yet another fanfiction blog no one asked for

Hey, friends! My name's Siren and I'm twenty-one. My pronouns are they/them, so please use them accordingly. I have been writing and making up stories for most of my life.

I write in the third person and it's almost always gn-presenting. I'm not comfortable enough in my writing to write as a male. If it's not a series I've already started to plan out, the characters will always have they/them pronouns, and the character will be referred to as "Y/N." However, if it is a series, I've already planned a character to write for, AKA an original character of mine. If you'd like to see one of your characters to be featured in this blog, you're more than welcome to shoot an ask my way or message me.

For now, the fandoms I will write for are Supernatural, Teen Wolf, Bridgerton, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, The Witcher, Baldur’s Gate 3, and Red Dead Redemption. I've been tossing up the idea of writing for The Walking Dead, but I've not yet decided. This list will be subject to change once I delve more into different fandoms!

!!!DISCLAIMER!!!

I will not base fanfiction around a real person. For example, I will not do Dylan O'Brien x Reader/OC. Writing for a celebrity, or an influencer for that matter, is something I used to do in 2014, which were some dark times.

Please note that I am not a smut writer, so I will keep it vague like Julia Quinn (Bridgerton's author.) You can request smut, but I will not do it as explicitly as other authors here do.

I can't wait to start writing for y'all!

[therulerofallpotatos]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤

Curious what ur fav fics of yours are? 👀🖤🩷

Like ever?Like my five favorite fics of ever? oh boy ok lemme pull up the list

Well immediately I Bit Him so He's Mine is coming to the top of the list which isn't even done yet but is sitting rn at around 40k, is my longest project ever and officially novel length. Between the writing a murder mystery, writing a low fantasy adventure, the gothic/fairytail romance, the hyde wednesday/hyde tyler scenes, the subplots, and the fact that I'm not able nor do i want to rely on psychic visions for information, this is the most involved and exciting project I've probably ever done. Before Wednesday, I hadn't really sat down and written a proper drawn out mystery plot and this is the first where there were no psychic visions either. It's also officially longer than my Absolution novella which is not on this list just because that fic was one of the first I ever wrote and it shows. (though it is special to me because of that)

2. I'll add Wandering in the Dark because it was born of a prompt that my hs senior english teacher gave the class for a project that'd been anticipated (or dreaded depending on who you were) all semester. Basically, we all got to draw a disease (chronic I believe or at least mine was) out of a hat and then just do whatever we wanted writing a story with it. He gave me complete creative freedom. I wrote steter fanfiction which is also why it reads for someone who isn't familiar with teen wolf. I got an A.

3. My Lost Soul (Lead Me to Redemption) was my baby for a long time. It was one of the first pieces I ever wrote in a creative writing class which I then rewrote as sterek fanficiton and evolved into a whole series with Derek, Stiles, and Peter becoming the Hale Pack again. My writing style and quality drastically changes from beginning to end and there's something special about getting to see that firsthand reading this series. I'm sure it would only have continued if I hadn't lost steam for the story.

4. This is not a fair game. I'm not even left my teen wolf list yet.

4. I suppose I'll put Have You Seen Me? because idk I just like it. I like it a lot. I like exploring Tyler immediately after the cave. I like the title and the way the summary is just Tyler's wanted poster. I like how it leads into Wednesday going to Nevermore and I like how they interact with each other and Tyler being an Addams

5. Hold Me Close and it's sister fic Pin Me Down (to be posted) will have to take place as well. I'm counting both because I love them for the same reason. I've been writing officially since 2016 and for at least as long I always knew that I would eventually write my own fuck or die/sex pollen fic and that I'd take the approach of approaching the potential trauma and very present vulnerability present in the premise. Plus, the sex marathon aspect was a good writing challenge to stretch out the sex scene long enough to actually feel like a marathon reading it. Hold Me Close's sex scene was around 3000 words. Pin Me Down's sex scene is 3455 words long.

Honorable mentions for an abandoned multi-chap from high school that I hadn't thought about for years solely because I recently went to a convention where I met a lot of local authors and talked their ears off about writing and the genres we do and our current projects (and I had plenty due to wyler week and the bingo) and this one author recognized my ao3 alias and loved the fic in question. Mark Me an Angel for the hannigram fandom which also is a good example of why you plan a basic plot/direction when you start something.

[kingofangst]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ❤️

(i'm swamped with schoolwork rn so i can't respond but tysm for sending and pls tell me all about the things that make you happy!!)

No worries❤️ I totally understand as schoolwork can be extremely stressful (I attend Community College and despite it being only 2 years it is still stressful😩😩 plus I am in the financial industry💀💀) but I can do it again

1. Creating fanficitons from fandoms: Teen Wolf, Hunger Games, Titans/DCU, Jujutsu Kaisen and more.

2. Learning new facts and knowledge about the world

3. Watching movies and documentaries

4. Food & Beverages🍛🍷

5. Learning a new language (Merci Beaucoup🇫🇷 and Kamshamnida🇰🇷)

[stilinskishit]

Too Long (A Stiles Stilinski Fanfic) - Chapter 14

**First couple of posts have a different title but I changed it because I didn’t like it :)**

Summary: Teen Wolf with a female main character alongside Scott and Stiles? Here it is. Ramie McCall is Scott’s twin sister and best friends with both her twin and Stiles. The trio’s friendship means the world to all three of them, so what happens when there are more than friend type of feelings present?

Tags: @multi-madison​​ @purple286 @multifandxm353​ @bralessandflawless @5secondsofmoxley

https://blacklivesmatters.carrd.co/

MASTERLIST

Chapter 14 - Hallucinate

Season 2, Episode 9

Ramie was having trouble processing a lot of things. First off, her brother almost died, which was scary enough as it is. But on top of that, it was one of her best friends’ mothers who had tried to do it. Ramie knew a friendship with Allison was going to be difficult from the second she found out that Allison’s family was basically out to get Scott, but once Allison and Scott agreed to keep things secret, Ramie thought that maybe things would be okay. And they seemed to be, until Ramie watched Derek drag Scott out of the club that night, saying Allison’s mother was trying to kill him using wolfsbane.

Ramie also didn’t know how to process that Derek had bit Allison’s mother, and Allison had no idea. She knew it wasn’t her place to tell Allison this information, but still felt really wrong about keeping the information from her. Scott insisted that they keep it all from Allison, for her own good. And Ramie agreed, but still felt bad. On top of all that, Jackson was still out there,  being controlled by someone who they had yet to unmask. And, Lydia insisted on inviting Jackson to her birthday party, which Ramie had found herself helping Lydia set up for.

Lydia’s parties were iconic in Beacon Hills, always huge, rambunctious and memorable. Ramie did her best to avoid them, always making excuses, but she never could miss Lydia’s birthday. Even though Ramie insisted she return it, Lydia had bought her a cheetah print slip dress to wear with the same black chunky combat booties Ramie always wore, and she had to admit, the outfit was pretty cute. It was definitely her style, and Lydia even allowed her to wear her layered chain necklaces she always wore. Lydia, of course, had many outfit changes planned for the night, but always made sure Ramie had something new to wear on the occasion that she actually agreed on attending one of Lydia’s parties. Lydia’s family was very well off, and Lydia definitely spoiled Ramie just for being her best friend, but never made her feel guilty about the things she bought her.

That night, Ramie answered the door when Scott and Stiles showed up, the first to arrive other than Allison, who had gotten there a few minutes before and was helping Lydia finish up hanging lights in the backyard.

“Look at you!” Ramie exclaimed, hugging her brother. “All dressed up with a blazer, I love it.”

“Allison told me Lydia bought her an outfit to wear, so I figured I should try and look like I actually deserve to be with her,” Scott smiled, and Ramie rolled her eyes. “Lydia got you something as well?”

“She always does,” Ramie sighed, still holding the door open for Stiles, who was standing outside of the doorway, looking zoned out, staring at her, mouth slightly open. “You coming in Stilinski or are you gonna party on the front porch?”

Stiles blinked hard, stepping forwards quickly into the house. Scott gave him a look that Ramie couldn’t distinguish.

“You look…” Stiles started. “Nice. Pretty. Very pretty.”

“Thank Sti,” Ramie smiled, feeling her cheeks heat up, the two of them following Scott further into Lydia’s house.

“Where’s Allison?” Scott asked, breaking the silence between the three of them. Ramie nodded towards the backyard. “We’ve gotta tell you guys something.”

When they found Allison in the backyard, Scott and Stiles explained that Stiles and his Dad figured out all of the people who the kanima, or Jackson, had murdered were members of the Beacon Hills swim team years ago, when Isaac’s dad was the coach. Stiles was sure that was the connection between the kills, and whoever was in control of the kanima had something seriously against the swim team that certain year.

Before they could talk about it more, Allison mentioned how dead Lydia’s party was. And by dead, she was putting it nicely. There was maybe two other people there, which was not typical for Lydia’s party. Ever since Lydia ran away from the hospital and wandered naked in the woods for two days, everyone at school saw her differently. And since Jackson broke up with her, she wasn’t dating the captain of the lacrosse team any longer.

Scott made calls to the lacrosse team, and Stiles made his own calls to some “friends” he knew, and soon enough the part was in full swing. Ramie poured herself another drink, feeling pretty tipsy even though she swore she only had one drink. She had a small dinner, as she was helping Lydia set up for most of the evening, so she figured that’s why the drinks were affecting her more than usual.

She walked to the bathroom, stumbling a bit, deciding she should splash some water on her face and try to compose herself. Things were fuzzy as she made her way down the dark hallway upstairs. She saw a light under the bathroom door, so she knocked, wondering if someone was actually in there, or if Lydia had just left the light so if someone needed to puke they could find the bathroom easily. There as no answer, so she pushed the door open. However, the room was not empty. Sitting on the bathroom counter was Lydia, her legs wrapped around Stiles’ waist, the two making out. Ramie’s mouth dropped open. Stiles turned, seeing her, and smirk crossed his face.

“Sorry Ramie, this room’s taken,” he grinned, and Lydia giggled. Ramie was speechless, her mouth opening and closing, trying to make words come out. She felt tears coming to her eyes. Stiles continued talking, turning towards Ramie this time. “What? You’re going to cry? Do you think I could ever actually care about you like I care about Lydia?”

Ramie started stepping backwards and Stiles stepped forward towards her slowly, continuing to talk.

“I’m in love with Lydia, I always have been, and I always will be. Why would I care about my best friends sister? The girl who has been my friend forever. And that’s all we’ll ever be. Friends.”

Ramie felt a tear drop down her cheek.

“Shut up,” she spat at Stiles, trying to sound angry but her voice cracking.

“You’re so pathetic, pretending to not care about me, pretending you care about Isaac,” Stiles kept walking forward towards her, Ramie still stepping backwards.

“I do care about Isaac,” Ramie stuttered, feeling tears fall.

“Please,” Stiles scoffed. “You’ll never be able to care about him like you do about me.”

“Why are you doing this?” Ramie said, her voice barely a whisper.

“Because I’m sick of you pining after me,” Stiles spat, and Ramie stepped back again. “I’ll never love you like I love Lydia.”

Ramie put a foot back, but there was nothing there. She was at the top of the stairs, and felt her foot fall down onto nothing. She was about to tumble backwards and let out a shriek, reaching around her to grab something to catch her fall. Suddenly she felt arms around her, catching her slightly, before she fell back.

“Ramie!” The voice yelled. She stood up quickly, back on the top step. She looked down the hall to the bathroom, the door open, light on, but no one inside. A pair of arms were still around her shoulders, holding her slightly. She turned to look at the stairs, seeing Stiles at the top, a concerned look on his face. “What are you doing? You almost fell down the stairs.”

Ramie blinked her eyes, hard. Lydia was gone, the Stiles that was sneering at her was gone too. Normal Stiles dropped his arms from around her, stepping up on the stairs next to her.

“I think I drank too much,” Ramie leaned on the wall and slid down to the floor rubbing her eyes with the backs of her hands. Stiles sat down on the second step from the top next to her.

“Did you see something?” He said quietly. Ramie looked towards him quickly, nodding. “We think Lydia did something to the punch.”

“How’d you sober up then?” Ramie groaned, leaning her head on the wall, her thoughts still fuzzy. Stiles pointed to his slightly damp t-shirt.

“Stuck my head in the pool.”

Ramie snorted, and Stiles broke into a grin, but not like the smirk the Stiles she had saw before. A genuine grin, the Stiles she knew.

“I guess I’ll go take a quick shower then,” Ramie sighed, standing up from the floor, trying not to flash Stiles as her dress had definitely ridden up.

“You have clothes to change into?” Stiles asked, following her towards the bathroom.

“I think in my bag in Lydia’s room, will you get them for me?” Ramie asked, knowing she sounded like a child, but she couldn’t care less. Stiles nodded, telling her to get into the shower and he’d bring the clothes in for her.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door as Ramie let the warm water hit her face. She called out that Stiles could come in.

“I grabbed your whole bag,” she could see his shadow through the curtain, setting her stuff down on the sink. “I found sweatpants but I didn’t see a shirt in your bag, and I didn’t want to go through Lydia’s stuff, so I’m just gonna leave my flannel for you to put on. I took it off before Scott dunked me so its dry.”

“Thank you Stiles,” Ramie said, standing under the hot water.

“Are you okay?” Stiles asked after a second. “Do you need anything else?”

“I think I’m okay,”

“Do I need to stay up here or are you sober enough to get downstairs safely now?” Stiles said, seeming like he was trying to be funny, but his voice was laced with concern.

“I promise I’m okay, I’ll be downstairs soon,” Ramie told him. He left reluctantly, telling her to text him if she needed him and he’d be up in a minute. She stood under the water for a few more minutes, trying to process her thoughts. Whatever Lydia did made her have a really weird hallucination, and she couldn’t wrap her head around what it could mean.

She walked downstairs after changing into her sweatpants and Stiles’ flannel. Everyone seemed to have left the party, and Scott, Stiles, and Allison were left sitting in the living room, talking quietly to each other. Scott and Stiles’ backs were to Ramie on the sectional, and Allison sat on the huge ottoman in the middle facing them. She saw Ramie walking towards them, giving her a small smile. The boys turned, Scott giving Ramie the same look.

“Feel better?” He asked and Ramie nodded as she rounded the couch, sitting down next to Allison, pulling her legs underneath her on the cushioned surface.  

“Where did everyone go?” Ramie looked around. When she looked back to the three of them, Scott and Allison were looking at each other, then looked at Stiles, who was playing with a loose string on a throw pillow, then back to Ramie. Scott’s eyes glanced down to the shirt Ramie was wearing, then over to Stiles again. Ramie looked down at her hands, feeling her cheeks burn. She hadn’t thought about how it looked, her coming downstairs wearing the light blue flannel Stiles had came to the party wearing.

“Someone thought the cops were here,” Stiles said, breaking the silence. He looked up at the three of them, who all had their eyes on him. “What?”

Scott shook his head and Allison let out a small, “nothing.” Stiles eyes narrowed but before he could say anything else, Ramie started talking again.

“Where’s Lydia?” Ramie asked, looking around.

“She went off with a guy, I think,” Allison said. “She texted me and told me she was okay.”

Ramie nodded, hoping the guy wasn’t Jackson. Ramie truly believed that Lydia was much better without Jackson. Ramie then realized how quiet her three friends had been since she walked downstairs, despite the whole awkward shirt thing.

“Did I miss something? You guys are being quiet.”

“Matt is controlling the kanima,” Stiles burst out immediately, as if he had been waiting for her to ask.

“Matt? That weird photographer guy?” Ramie asked. She never really knew Matt that well, but Allison said he took some weird photos of her and Stiles always had said he didn’t trust him.

“Someone pushed Matt in the pool just before the party ended,” Scott explained. “He couldn’t swim. Jackson pulled him out and when we went out front when everyone was leaving we saw him standing there with the kanima.”

“We’ve gotta go tell my Dad,” Stiles said, mainly to Scott, who nodded.

“I’ve got to get home, my Dad won’t stop calling me,” Allison said.

“Let’s split up, I’ll go talk to Derek about Matt,” Ramie said. The two boys left, and Allison said she would drop Ramie off at Derek’s. Ramie thought about telling Allison about her hallucination, but she decided against it. Obviously she had liked Stiles for a long time, but ever since she was with Isaac, she wasn’t feeling the same feelings towards him. Sure, sometimes those feelings would come out for second, but Ramie figured it was just old feelings coming back briefly, and it meant nothing. She tried not to worry too much about the hallucination, because that’s all it was. It wasn’t real, her brain just played tricks on her. That’s what she kept telling herself.

When she got to Derek’s, she found him training with Isaac, Erica and Boyd.

“We figured it out,” Ramie panted as she jogged into the warehouse. Isaac turned towards her voice and Erica landed a punch straight to the side of his face, Isaac distracted. He groaned and glared at Erica, who pursed her lips and mumbled something about him being whipped.

“Figured what out?” Derek asked, stepping away from Boyd and grabbing a water bottle.

“Who’s controlling the kanima.”

“You figured that out?” Erica said, in disbelief, with a definite attitude.

“Scott and Stiles saw him,” Ramie explained further, ignoring Erica, who scoffed.

“What’s your problem Erica?” Isaac said suddenly. Derek put a hand on Isaac’s chest but Isaac pushed past him, stalking towards Erica. “You always have shit to say to Ramie, why? When are you going to get over the fact that I don’t want you, I want Ramie.”

Erica lunged towards Isaac, growling, but Boyd grabbed her arm, pulling her back.

“Enough,” Derek spat towards Erica, who glared at him, then straight at Ramie.

“Thanks Boyd, wouldn’t want her to claw the shit out of me again,” Ramie said, sending a glare right back to Erica.

“Again?” Derek asked. He looked between Erica and Ramie. “Tell me what happened.”

“Erica clawed the shit out of Ramie’s leg in class the other day,” Isaac spoke up when Ramie was silent. Ramie narrowed her eyes at him, not wanting Derek to try and fight battles for her. She wasn’t scared of Erica.

“I didn’t know that,” Boyd said, finally letting go of Erica’s arm.

“Well I only knew because I saw the marks when she wasn’t wearing pants,” Isaac said casually, shrugging. Derek’s mouth opened for a second then closed, a mischievous look in his eyes. Ramie felt her face get very hot.

“Anyways, that’s not important,” Ramie changed the subject. “This kid, Matt, he’s controlling the kanima. Scott and Stiles are going to Stiles’ Dad right now.”

“You know this probably won’t end well,” Derek said. “Including someone who doesn’t know everything.”

“Okay, so we’ll go meet them there and figure something out,” Ramie said. “We need to stop him from killing anyone else.”

Derek nodded, surprisingly agreeing with Ramie. He told his beta’s to stay behind, telling Boyd to make sure Isaac and Erica didn’t kill each other while he was gone. Derek was nearly silent the whole drive to the police station, until they were a few minutes away.

“If you keep having problems with Erica let me know,” he said suddenly, not looking away from the road.

“I can take care of myself Derek,” Ramie sighed, annoyed at his whole alpha male demeanor. Sure, he was an alpha, but she was not part of his pack.

“I know,” Derek said simply. “But Erica is still a young beta and I don’t fully trust her control. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

Ramie softened immediately at Derek’s words. She spent a lot of time with him when they were training, and despite his hard exterior, Ramie had started to see him as sort of as an older brother. She knew a lot of his tough shell had to do with the whole alpha thing. She was about to tease him for being soft when he suddenly continued talking.

“And Scott would kill me if something happened to you,” he said quickly.

“Right,” Ramie smiled at him. The corner of his lip twitched, almost like he was going to smile too.

[playbucky]

Calm

Requested by Anon – Yoo saw your thingy for requests and I’d love to request for the almighty Peter Hale. Something where the reader finds it really calming to absentmindedly draw patterns on skin, but often someone else’s and not her own skin. Something riles her up really bad and the pack isn’t able to calm her down, until peter gets an idea. Reader and Peter ending up cuddling in bed or curled up on the couch (peter without shirt to give her as much skin as possible) bonus if kisses happen! Characters – Peter x Reader Word Count – 471

‘What are you doing?’ You heard Peter ask you, you looked up to find him watching you as you drew random shapes and patterns on your arm calming yourself. ‘Calming myself.’ You told him. he turned to you and rested his back against the counter. ‘Does it work?’ He questioned, you shrugged your shoulders. ‘Sometimes, works better when its on someone else though.’ You told him truthfully, he nodded before going back to his business, occasionally looking at you.

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‘What’s wrong?’ Peter asked when the door was flung opened and the pack filled in and he was on his feet straight away. ‘We haven’t been able to calm her.’ Scott said, his eyes then fell on you. Peter looked at your frightened face, your eyes wide as you tried to take everything in. He took you in his arms and started drawing patterns on your back, you started to slowly calm down. ‘Okay, you can go.’ Peter told them, they looked at him comprehensively. ‘Are you sure?’ Stiles asked, as they continued to watch your body slowly relax into Peters. ‘Yeah, I’ve got it.’ He said, as he took you into his arms. The pack nodded before turning around and leaving his apartment. Once the door was closed he looked down to you. ‘Come on.’ He said, as he took your hand and started walking. ‘Peter.’ You said as you followed behind him reluctantly. ‘Just come.’ He said softly as he leads you to his bedroom, as he entered the door he dropped your hand and pulled his shirt over his head. ‘What are you doing?’ You asked, averting your eyes. ‘You’re stressed, and you need someone to draw on.’ He said as he took your hand again and led you over to the bed. ‘How did you-‘ You started to ask but he answered before you could finish it. ‘You were drawing on your arm the other month, and you told me.’ He said, and you remember the night. ‘You remember?’ You questioned him. he nodded, you could see a faint blush covering his cheeks. ‘I remember everything you need or do.’ He told you truthfully. When you reached his bed, he got in first before lying down and patting beside him. He watched as you slowly moved up the bed and lay down beside him, resting his head on his chest and your arm wrapping around his front, as you started to trace patterns across his stomach. He continued drawing shapes on your back as well. ‘Thank you.’ You said breaking the silence as you moved your head back to look at him. He smiled before bending down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. ‘No worries. I’m always here of you need me.’ He said, you could hear his heartbeat picking up slightly as you started drawing again.

[edge0fmydesiree]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken Characters: Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken Additional Tags: POV Liam Dunbar, Pining Liam Dunbar, Drunk Liam Dunbar, Drunken Confessions, Theo Raeken Loves Liam Dunbar, Good Theo Raeken, Oblivious Theo Raeken, Fluff and Crack Summary:

When he hears the tone to leave a message, he huffs. “Screw you, Raeken, and your perfect hair and your perfect eyes,” He grumbles. He’s not slurring his words, so he’ll take it as a win. “I hope you’re having fun with what’s-her-face.” He waves his hand aimlessly before letting it drop onto the bed. “Not that I care. Because I don’t.” Which is a big fat lie.

{Liam drunk dials Theo and confesses his feelings. Unfortunately, Theo isn't about to let it go. He wants answers.}

[littlemissagrafina]

we're all in this (together)

@comfortember Day 11. Holding Hands + 12. Concern

Summary: "Scott!" Stiles yelled, staggering through the trees towards the writhing form of his best friend. Crashing to his knees next to him, Stiles trusted the rest of the pack to protect them while he worked.

Taking in the black tendrils that were already snaking their way up from the bullet was still embedded in Scott's side. 

Shit, Stiles thought, his hands shaking for a small moment before he reined his panic in, instead shifting to try and inspect the bullet, muttering apologies when Scott grunted in pain.

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"Scott!" Stiles yelled, staggering through the trees towards the writhing form of his best friend. Crashing to his knees next to him, Stiles trusted the rest of the pack to protect them while he worked.

Taking in the black tendrils that were already snaking their way up from the bullet was still embedded in Scott's side. 

Shit, Stiles thought, his hands shaking for a small moment before he reined his panic in, instead shifting to try and inspect the bullet, muttering apologies when Scott grunted in pain. He ignored the blood already soaking through the Alpha's shirt.

"Scott. Hey. Scott, Buddy. This is a different strain of wolfsbane than normal. It's acting way too fast. I need to get the bullet out to see if I can extract any of it to burn this out, okay?" He looked at Scott, brown eyes meeting brilliant red.

"Do it." Scott panted, and Stiles could see him gritting his teeth from the corner of his eye as he rolled the bloody shirt up and out of the way of the angry wound.

Taking a deep breath, Stiles focused as much as he could with the wounds of growls and bullets still going off behind them. He stared at where he could see the bullet and the lines of black spiralling out across Scott's skin. He watched it slowly pull back out, making sure that he didn't cause any more damage than was already done.

Stiles breathed a sigh of relief when it lifted out finally and dropped down into his waiting hand. He broke the bullet open, eyeing the darker dust with disdain. Taking a moment, he gently grabbed Scott's skew jaw, and made him focus on him.

'I was right, it's not a normal strain. There's enough here to burn it out but it will take longer. This strain is more fireproof than others, so it's a bitch to burn." He explained, face grim.

"I've been messing around with my Spark since I took over from Deaton. There's a thing that I can do that's pretty much exactly like the pain drain that all you guys can do and–"

He was interrupted by Scott growling, his eyes flashing red and Stiles could feel his own flash their silvery white glow back at him. 

"No." He growled and Stiles glared at him, eyes still glowing.

"You would let any of the pack do it, you would do it (and have!) for me." Stiles snarled, sounding remarkably wolflike. "I'm your emissary, Scott, now shut up and hold my hand so I can burn you."

He didn't give the Alpha a chance to argue any more, grabbing his brother's hand and dumping the wolfsbane from the bullet into the wound. Stiles started siphoning the pain, summoning a small flame that I pressed against Scott's side.

Distantly, he was aware that there were no more growls and gunshots ringing through the trees.

His lungs froze, breath sticking in his chest as the waves of burning pain filled his senses. He refused to stop, not until Scott relaxed underneath his hands and his Spark told him that the wolfsbane was completely burned out.

The second he knew it was gone, he slumped forward over his brother, staring as the injury started healing, not looking away until it was gone. Only then did he stop draining Scott's pain but he didn't let go of his brother's hand.

He breathed, the waves of pain cut off when he'd released the intent, but there were phantom shocks of it dancing along his side.

Stiles sat back up, squeezing the hand he still held in his. "How are you feeling, Buddy?" He asked.

His Alpha frowned at him, a tightness around his mouth that Stiles wasn't used to seeing. "I'm fine, I promise. But I don't want you to do that again." He cut Stiles off, staring intently at him with still red eyes. The concern was clear in his voice and on his face. "Deaton told me that you might be able to do that one day. But I don't like it, Stiles. You can't heal as fast as us, even with your Spark and we can still be damaged irreparably or even die from draining too much pain from someone. I don't want you to hurt yourself just to protect us, to protect me. I won't let you do that to yourself."

Scott's eyes flickered back to brown, something fearful and sad in them that Stiles had seen reflected in his own for years.

"I can't lose you, too."

Stiles flung himself at his Alpha, his brother.

"I can't lose you either, Scotty. We've lost too many people, and I refuse to lose anyone else in our pack, in our family. But I'm your emissary, Scott. And you need to let me help and protect all of you, just like we let you do for us."

He squeezed his brother tighter to him, something relaxing in his chest when Scott rubbed his cheek against his shoulder, scenting him.

"We're in this together, okay?"

Scott nodded against him.

"Okay. Together." He echoed, and they both stood, walking to check on the rest of the pack, hands clasped between them.

Alpha and emissary. 

Brothers and family.

[lostinthemazecalledmyhead]

“I can beat your ass blindfolded.” You tell Liam with your arms crossed over your chest. “Uhuh?” He asks raising his eyebrows and biting his lower lip.  “Yes.” You confirm holding your head slightly higher.  “Well I think you will be too busy thinking about that steamy dream you had about me last night and I will still kick your ass.” He says with a smug smile on his handsome face. Your eyes widen. “What dream, I- I don’t know what you are talking about.” You stutter and can feel your cheeks turning red.  “Oh, but I know.” He winks at you and walks away.

[lettersofwrittencollective]

The Pull (76/?)

Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was gifted to them. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.

Author: @lettersofwrittencollective​

Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)

Word count: 2388

Warnings: Bad descriptions of fighting, There’s no stasha this episode... Don’t kill me! 

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You’re standing off to the side with Derek, waiting for Sheriff to give you guys the go-ahead. A police helicopter is flying over, floodlight on as the force tries to find whoever it was that had taken out Sean. People in uniform swarming in and around the hospital trying to find any possible leads. 

The chaos is unsurprising in the aftermath of finding a dead patient and as you watch, you have an uncomfortable feeling of familiarity… like it was when Void had been up to his games and your hand moves up to touch the kanji on your ear. 

Closing your eyes you focus on this moment, reminding yourself that Void isn’t here… 

“Let’s get everyone off the roof,”  you can hear Sheriff telling Parrish, “And uh… see if you can stall the M.E. for five minutes. I’ve got an expert of my own coming in to take a look.”

“You have an expert on teenage cannibals?” is the deputies' unbelieving response.  

Your lips pull up into a small quirk at the amount of trust Sheriff shows in you and your family and at Parrish’s response.

It doesn’t take long for the rest of the deputies to clear out and Sheriff walks over to you and Derek, “You’ve been there long enough to hear we’ve gotta be quick about this.” He pointed out as he made his way up to the two of you before asking, “So what is it?”

“A Wendigo,” you tell him. At the Sheriff’s confused expression, you clarify, “Cannibalistic shapeshifters….”

“But I haven’t heard of them in Beacon Hills for a long time,” Derek tells the two of you, “They must have been extremely well hidden.”

No one says anything but a changing wind catches Derek’s attention and he turns around for a moment. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from reacting when you realize he’s caught Scott's scent and, if you’re right, Liams.  

A moment later, he confirms your thought process when he asks, “How many people did Scott say were up here?”

“Just Sean and the ax-murderer,” Sheriff tells Derek, “who apparently had no mouth. You know anything about that?” 

Derek turns to look at you and the two of you have a quick, silent conversation. Whatever Scott’s up to - it apparently involves Liam but until you know for sure what it is, it’s probably best not to say a word. 

“Alright, “ Noah says when Derek doesn’t respond, “Anything special about how they die or… anything?”

At this, you look over to Derek. You don’t know much about how other creatures die but you know that some have burial rites in order to be able to actually rest and there are some that can just be buried. 

Derek looks thoughtful for a moment before shaking his head, “None that I can think of. The good news is that unless the coroner digs around, the feeding teeth should stay receded.” 

“Receded?” Sherriff questions and Derek nods his head. 

“Wendigo’s have a set of feeding teeth, the fangs, that usually only show up when they’re feeding. They retract above the regular teeth outside of that,” Derek explains. “As long as the coroner doesn’t dig too close near the gums, you won’t have to answer any questions.”

You find yourself surprised by the information and Sheriff looks just as confused as you do but nods his head after a moment’s pause. The sound of a banging door catches both yours and Derek’s attention and you realize that Parrish has held off the Coroner as long as he can - it’s time to go. 

The two of you quickly make your way off the roof, thankful for fire escapes. 

***

Pulling up to Scott’s house, Stiles had wondered what it was that his friend needed help with and why exactly he was being so secretive. 

As he walks up to the house, Scott opens the back door and Stiles walks in, “I told my dad everything I could.”

“But you didn’t tell him about Liam?” Scott clarifies 

Stiles shakes his head as he points out, “You barely told me about Liam!” 

Realizing that there is no annoying little brat anywhere in sight so he asks, “What’d you do with him anyway?”

Scott seems reluctant when he says, “He’s upstairs.”

“Doing what?”

“Laying down…” Scott drags out and Stiles knows that he’s hiding something but decides against saying anything and follows him up the stairs. 

Scott goes into his room but still, Stiles doesn’t see Liam.  He follows as Scott walks to the bathroom and a moment later he’s pulling back the curtain to reveal a terrified looking Liam covered in duct tape. Liams thrashing around and Stiles turns his shocked expression to Scott who grimaces as he lets the curtain fall and the two of them make their way back to Scott’s room where they sit on the edge of the bed. 

“So you bit him?” Stiles clarifies. 

“Yeah…”

“And you kidnapped him.”

“Yeah,” Scott confirms with a nod of his head. 

“Then brought him here?”

“I panicked,” Scott tries to defend himself. 

“Yup,” Stiles says, trying not to scoff before turning to look back at the bathroom door, “This isn’t going to end up with us burying the pieces of his body out in the desert is it?”

Liams muffled cries become more panicked and Stiles has to remind himself that it’s likely that Liam's sense of hearing has developed and he’s probably terrified. 

Trying not to groan, he turns to Scott, “As a reminder, this is why I always come up with the plans. Your plans suck.”

“I know,” Scott points out, “Which is why I called you.”

There’s a moment of silence before Scott asks, “So, what do we do?”

“We’re going to have to explain it.”

They move to grab Liam and it isn’t long before they’ve got him situated in Scott’s desk chair. The boys' eyes are flicking back and forth between the two of them and Stiles moves to stand in front of Liam, “Liam, we're going to take the tape off your mouth. If you scream, it goes right back on. If you talk quietly, it stays off. Got it?”

Liam's eyes go back and forth between Scott and Stiles before he nods his head quickly. 

“Okay,” Stiles says before motioning for Scott to remove the tape. 

Scott doesn’t seem to get the picture and so Stiles reaches out and pulls the tape off Liam’s mouth, who makes a pained grunt as the tape comes off.

“Alright Liam,” Stiles begins, “now you've seen a lot of confusing things tonight. And more confusing things are going to happen because of the confusing things that happened tonight. Do you understand?”

“Not really,” Liam says with a shake of his head.

“Good…” Stiles mutters, “that’s good.”

“I don’t understand either,” Scott points out and Stiles glances between the two of them. 

Shaking his head, Stiles sighs, “We need to tell him.”

“Tell me what?” Liam asks, his voice is skeptical and annoyed. 

Stiles can see how uncomfortable Scott is but there’s really no way to get past this outside of telling the little shit what’s happening. 

Eventually, Scott begins, “Liam… what happened to you. What I did to you... Which I had to do in order to save you… it, it’s going to change you.”

“Unless it kills you,” Stiles points out, almost subconsciously. When he sees the flash of terror run across Liam’s features he realizes his mistake and shakes his head, “Probably shouldn’t have said that…”

“What?” Liam asks, his voice broken as small sniffles begin to filter out of him.

“Uh…” Stiles begins, unsure of what he’s seeing when the sniffles begin to become actual tears, “Is he… is he crying?”

“Hey, Liam,” Scott tries, “ You’re okay. You’re going to be alright.” Liam however, either does not hear Scott or chooses to ignore him and Scott has to tell him, “You’re not going to die.”

“Probably not,” Stiles points out. 

He watches as Scott turns and practically growls at him, “Stop it.”

Crossing his arms, Stiles raises an eyebrow at his longtime friend,“He deserves to know the truth, Scott.” Crossing over to the new, possible, beta, Stiles starts working on the tape and rope, “Would you help me untie him?”

Once they have him untied, both boys step back from Liam, showing they mean no additional harm.

“Liam?” Scott begins, “Are you okay?”

“We’re sorry about that,” Stiles tries, “We’re really sorry.”

The room falls silent for a moment and Stiles is trying to figure out how to help out this poor kid when said kid is picking up the chair he’d been tied in just a few moments ago.

Feeling Scott being thrown into him, Stiles is knocked into the dresser closest to the door.

“Liam, what the hell is your…” Stiles asks as he pushes himself back against the dresser only to be met with a fierce pain on the side of his face. It takes him a moment to realize that Liam punched him

Pushing off the dresser, he and Scott fall into the hallway where he sees Liam standing there, like a deer in the headlights. 

“Get him!” he yells at Scott and the two of them push themselves up before rushing towards the boy. The three of them end up tumbling down the stairs and Stiles reaches out, grabbing the boy.

“Leg!” he calls out, “I got him! I got him! I got him!”

He stops struggling and ends up locking eyes with Scott. Scott who’s leg he’s currently holding. Scott who is glaring at him. 

Letting go of Scott's leg, he feels Scott practically throw away his leg. The two of them turn and look over towards the front door that’s now wide open. 

“Your plan sucked too,” Scott practically growls. 

Stiles can’t help it, when he speaks, there’s a growl of his own, “No, this was trying to fix your plan. You can’t make shit smell like roses Scott.”

Scott looks over to Stiles, frustration bordering on anger on his face and Stiles raises an eyebrow at his friend. There’s a dark look on Scott's face for a moment before it shifted to surprise. 

***

You’d swung by Peter’s after leaving Derek at the hospital. While you were curious about what was going on with Scott you were also curious what Braeden may have found so you’d dragged your oldest cousin over to Derek’s loft so that the three of you could have a little family pow-wow about the missing money. 

Walking into the loft with Peter, who’s reading one of Braeden's reports, you notice that it seems like Derek’s not home but one of the silent alarms seems to be going off. Turning the alarm off, you call out for your older cousin. 

You make your way to the stairs and call out for your cousin again when a whooshing sound catches your attention. Turning around you watch as Peter falls to his knees. 

“Peter!” you scream as you run towards him. 

As you near him there’s another whooshing sound and you drop down. Looking up you see a man in a grey jumpsuit of some sort and with no mouth. 

The same guy Sheriff had told you about. 

Growling you extend your claws and make your way towards him. He has nothing to throw at you so you’re able to rush after him and you move to attack him. 

You’re not sure how he’s doing it but a moment later a robotic voice is saying, “Don’t worry Peter… Derek’s next…right after...”

You cut him off by launching yourself at him and the robotic voice is muffled as the two of you tumble against the floor. You manage to get the upper hand and you’re punching him in the side of the face when he manages to flip you. 

He moves to punch you but a roar and a blur distract you and a moment later you can feel his weight move off you. 

Getting up, you watch as the man fights against Peter. You’re not sure how but quickly, the man without the mouth, the Mute, managest to get away. You manage to pull his glove off. Both you and Peter try to attack the man on two ends but he throws something at his feet and a bright light flashes out, a flash grenade, blinding both you and Peter. 

When you open your eyes again, it takes a few minutes to readjust but, eventually, you find that the loft is empty again. 

“What the hell was that?” you growl out and Peter shakes his head, “Nothing good.”

He pulls you to him and you can tell that he’s checking you over, looking for an injury when you realize that the center of his shirt is covered in blood with a tear in the very center. 

Gasping, you reach over and move to check his own wounds.

“What the hell made this?”

“Tomahawk…” he answered with his own scoff, motioning towards a metal axe on the floor not too far from the two of you. 

It’s silver all over the place and you make your way over to it. Picking up the axe, you realize that this may very well be the thing that Braeden had been talking about. 

“Military grade…” you point out to Peter who nods his head at you. 

“Military grade,” he confirms. 

“You need to go talk to Braeden,” you tell him.

“That we do…” Peter trails off as he takes the axe from you. 

It takes a couple moments but the two of you realize that the axe is covered in wolfsbane. 

“Peter?” 

Thankfully Derek shows up not long after. The three of you work together and realize that no one’s sure what kind of wolfsbane it is which means the safest thing to do will be to burn it out. As long as it’s not Emerald Wolfsbane… he’ll be fine.

Once the Wolfsbane is burned out, your pulling Peter to his feet. He turns to Derek, “He said he was after you.”

“How does a guy with no mouth say anything?” Derek’s voice sounds unconvinced. 

Reaching onto the table, you grab the glove with the machine on it. 

“This,” you tell him, “looks like some kind of speaking device.”

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A/N: Guys, I cannot tell you how excited I am to be getting to writing/posting this again. I hope that you enjoy this as much as I do! Let me know what you thought! Comments, reblogs, asks… all of these things let me know how you’re feeling about the story and give me life! As a reminder, my taglist doc had gone poop and so I have created a new one, let me know if you would like to be added!

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Posted 19 February 2020 

[blissfullylostinarabbithole]

Just a quick FYI in case anyone needs to see this: Teen Wolf begins in the winter. When they refer to their "first day back", they mean from winter break. I can see why it's confusing as they never say it outright, but the clues point to it being winter. Also, the term 'wolf moon' (the title of the first episode) is what January's full moon is called.

[huntsthemoon]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAhcvZzYKT0)

The Moon Huntress ~ Season One Finale Preview

Beacon Hills will only getting crazier as the Argent Family drama comes to a head, but in the end what side will the two sisters end up on or will they end up on opposite sides of the battle lines?

@papermoon262

[its-not-a-thing]

To Fall and Rise

http://archiveofourown.org/works/13456434

Stiles was just getting off a grueling double shift at the student coffee shop, shrugging on his worn grey coat when he saw her walk in. The first thing he noticed was her eyes. They shone, similar to the way the waters in Tahiti sparkled at high noon. They looked like the night sky, hiding just as many secrets. She was gracefully drenched, water dripping from the bleak brown hair her delicate hands were wringing out. Her skin was almost translucent, in comparison to the heavy black sweater that hung from her body, showcasing ever curve of her petite figure under the weight of the water. Her cheeks were spotted with freckles across the bridge of her nose and cheeks which were curved up into a smile, laugh carried through the air like a bell ringing.

Lydia saw him too, he was taller than most people she’d seen in the past 24 years. There was something unique about his face, it was framed by big boxy black glasses which made his light brown eyes look smaller. His brown hair hung into his view and he was staring at her. Most people didn’t gawk at others this way, but she thought it was interesting. She couldn’t help but smile shyly at him.

He started walking out of the building, almost feeling the heat radiate off her body. The breeze from the doorway rustled her hair, attacking his face with the smell of pomegranates and orchids. He almost said something to her, but as he turned she was gone.

He couldn’t stop thinking about her, the little glimpse of her he’d gotten was enough to cloud his thoughts for the weeks following that glorious moment. He sat in Digital Forensics Lecture, usually fascinated by the content, but distracted and turning quickly whenever he thought he saw her walk past the windows. She found herself thinking of him as well, walking around campus, she’d asked around about him but came up empty more often than not. She felt strange when she thought of him, like bubbles in her stomach, but she pushed it away.

           They were still on each other’s minds when they found themselves at some trashy party, he had been dragged by his friends and she decided it was a good idea to try and be as human as possible. Another quick turn from him was finally rewarded by her walking in. Her once dark hair, now appeared Strawberry Blonde in its dry glory, falling in perfect curls around her face and down her back. Her emerald eyes seemed florescent under the neon lights and her skin shone like a full moon in the darkness.

           He wasn’t going to let her slip away this time, he ruffled his spiked hair and downed his drink for liquid courage before walking up to her. She was alone again, and seemed surprised someone had walked up to her, he wouldn’t let himself miss out on the chance of knowing her. She was just surprised he had found her. She felt her stomach do weird things again, she wished she’d found him first.

           “Can I get you a drink?” his voice deeper than she’d imagined for someone with such a lanky build.

           “I don’t drink…” She said the words so quickly, almost out of instinct and almost winced at how standoffish it sounded to her. He thought her voice chimed like a melody to a favorite song he didn’t know he had.

           “How about water then? Or we could dance? I could get you some food?” The eagerness in his voice made her laugh softly, like bells ringing. It was endearing, she thought about the questions before answering slowly.

           “Water sounds appropriate. Dancing to this music seems difficult. Food is trivial.” He found the way she spoke intriguing, when she knew it should’ve put him off. Standing this close to her made his head whirl with the smell of her. She just watched him as he reached for her hand, weaving his way through the heavy crowd to find the kitchen he knew well. His hair bounced with his step that he somehow kept in rhythm with the music. His hand was rough and calloused against hers. This was the first time she’d touched someone. Her hand was smooth like glass and somehow warm like an early summer day in the Caribbean despite the chilly weather outside.

           They spoke well into the night, sitting on the edge of the porch just barely engulfed by the heat of the house but still isolated from the party. He gripped the water bottle he’d gotten her, still unopened. Their hands sought each other out, she loved the way he focused on her, and the way his thumb rested on the back of her hand. She was different, from the way she spoke to the way her skin seemed to glow with the pale moonlight.

           He tried asking for her phone number. She realized she never needed a phone before meeting him.

           “I’ll find you.”

He was restless waiting, the wet chill of winter seemed to melt into spring, making a couple weeks seem like months. Scott urged him to move past her, she didn’t feel real, not since he met her and yet every detail from his memory was so vivid, there was no way she wasn’t. She was having trouble finding him, every moment that passed made her ache that much stronger.

Another week passed before she found him. She was standing against the wall outside the coffee shop. She smiled, wider than she thought she could, and in that moment, he knew she had been waiting for him. He was greasy and sweaty from the steam and long work shift making cappuccinos, but she held his hand anyway. She led him through campus, no words exchanged. She often thought words didn’t capture feelings accurately.

He probably should’ve asked her for her phone number, or something so he could find again. He gripped her hand, almost waiting for her to disappear. When she didn’t, he followed her willingly, intoxicated by her smell.

“I never got your name.” His voice came out a whisper a few minutes after they’d started walking.

“That is a very human thing to ask.”

“Well, we are human.”

She didn’t correct him. “Lydia.” She answered simply, the word sounding angelic on her tongue. The moment she said it, he couldn’t imagine calling her anything else. It was a key into a lock to some mystery he didn’t know he was solving.

“I’m Stiles.”

“I know.” A confident smile so evident in her voice, that he couldn’t doubt her statement.

They ended up laying on the old sledding hill on the south side of campus, the grass damp and too tall, a useless barrier from the chilly air around them. Next to her, he felt warm, despite the blue cold creeping onto his fingers and lips. She felt complete again with him by her side.

They didn’t speak this time, just watching the sky turn every shade imaginable, as if they’d picked the best seat in the house, until it became a deep blue that reminded him of her, and her of home.

“That’s Kira.” She pointed up at the bright star near the moon. She wasn’t holding back with him, so she might as well be honest. “She fixes broken dream and wills, she was the one who pushed Tesla until he created the lightbulb. That’s Derek, He and his two siblings have been around forever. Sometimes they like to flicker and dim until they’re almost invisible just to mess with the humans. That’s Malia, she likes to help people think of dreams, then accomplish them. Her best work is unfortunately Hitler and World War II, it got a little out of hand. We still hold that over her head. She should have known better. And that is Allison, my best friend. She likes helping people accomplish ordinary dreams. I do not know how she does it. I miss her most.”

Stiles furrowed his brow, the words coming out of her mouth were strange, but she wasn’t like any other girl. She made his life brighter like the moon brightened up the sky. She thought maybe she’d said too much until he spoke:

“Which one are you?”

“I’m right here, silly.”

He walked her home around 2am. She spent all night talking about her friends, the stars, like it was the most natural thing in the world. To her it was. They stood outside the green doors to her house, wordlessly admiring each other. He was trying to figure out what emotion was twinkling in her eyes and she was trying to understand the shape of his face, the way his jaw was cut, the hollow of his cheekbones or the way his deep caramel eyes changed color at night.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against her cheek for just a second, her smooth skin almost too warm, made him crave more. She couldn’t understand why her stomach tightened, or the wave of nausea that came over her. She stepped back and into the house, closing the door. He felt like he did something wrong, but couldn’t bring himself to regret what seemed to be the best moment of his existence, so he hoped. Lydia knew nothing ever lasted, it blazed fast and disintegrated into nothingness. She’d seen it happen a million times over the last three thousand years and it was made her lose hope.

She avoided him for 10 days, he was starting to think that he had misinterpreted their last encounter until he found her at his door that Tuesday night, holding a stack of movies and a liter bottle of water. She tried to stay away, but the reminder of his eyes sparking just for her, his cool lips on her cheek and their silent conversations lured him back for more. She ignored the twist her stomach did when he smiled at her. She figured if she was stuck here, she might as well enjoy it.

           They sat on his uncomfortable futon, shifting, trying to find an easy spot next to each other for an hour until she eventually nuzzled herself under his arm, against his chest, the back of her head fitting perfectly into the curve of his shoulder. She felt warm against his chest, their skins tingled where his hand fell naturally to her waist. Two movies and a bathroom break for him later, she spoke, almost startling him after the prolonged silence. She was curious about him.

           “Tell me about your family.”

Stiles stumbled to answer “My dad’s a Police officer – well I guess he’s the sheriff actually, and my mom, she um… she passed away a couple years ago. He’s married to Melissa. She’s my best friend, Scott’s Mom and She owns a craft store. Scott goes to school here too. My younger brother, well half-brother- is six and wants to be an astronaut. My parents are both only child’s, so that’s about it. I never knew any of my grandparents, except my grandmother on my mom’s side, who taught me how to knit. She lived in a home now. I can’t remember the last time I saw her.” She watched him speak, envying all these people who’d known Stiles his whole life. She wished she had, the years on earth spent without him felt wasted now. “Your turn.”

           “I don’t have a family.” She picked up his hand from her waist and ran her index finger along the skin of his wrist and forearm. He thought she was trying to find something wrong with it, but she was just trying to distract herself from the conversation she’d initiated.

“Everyone has a family…”

“Not where I’m from.” Stiles could tell there was no more asking her about it, she linked their fingers together and rested her head back on his shoulder, continuing to watch the movie unfold in front of them.

That was the first time they spent the night together. He remembers waking up to the soft sounds of her breath tickling the hairs on his neck, the morning light sneaking through the blinds reflected onto her skin. He laid on the uncomfortable futon, but she was using him as a mattress, curled into him. She remembers waking up to a shifting mass under her, she was startled but quickly moved off him when he muttered about having to use the restroom.

           This quickly became routine for them, always in his room, but now in his lofted bed. She’d crawl into his bed around midnight every night, after spending hours on his futon watching movies, often waiting for him to finish his forensics homework into all hours of the night. He would jump into the small bed, pressing her into him while she buried herself further into the blankets and him. There would be whispers of hopes and dreams between them, Stiles told her he had hopes of becoming a detective, she would giggle into his neck, loving the sound of his confiding voice.

It was a Wednesday when she’d asked him to stay at her house for the first time. They had been sleeping in the same bed for a month now, the winter since faded into a cool spring. She had embraced them, so she wanted him to feel welcome where she felt most comfortable.

           He was shocked, considering he’d only been to her house to drop her off and that ended terribly. He was excited and terrified about what was being those old green doors.

           On the outside, her home seemed like a typical small house on the edge of campus. When he walked inside, her smell engulfed him, making him as dizzy as the first time he’d smelt it. The living room consisted of one large sofa facing a medium sized television with at least 300 movies stacked around it. He knew she loved movies, but he didn’t quite grasp the extent of her obsession until this moment. The center room also extended into a small kitchen, seeming unused, but she skipped over this entirely heading to her bedroom. She assumed he would follow and he did.

           The walls of her bedroom were painted the color of her eyes, with white paint splattered across it resembling the milky way. The bed took up half the small room, sheets messy atop it, which surprised him considering she hadn’t spent the night here in a while. The wall across from the bed had her desk propped against it and was covered in drawings in what could only be graphite pen. Some consisted of angels, closeups of different kinds of wings and people Stiles could only imagine were her friends because of the nostalgia the pictures brought. Then there were drawings of utterly mundane objects drawn in dark light and devastating images. For Lydia, this might as well have been showing Stiles her healing soul.

           “I didn’t know you draw.”

           He approached the wall of drawings in front of him, making them unwillingly let go of each other’s hands. She watched him, weary of his reactions. He saw her desk scattered with drawings of him, from all angles and distances. He picked one up and frowned; he’d never thought of himself as beautiful until this moment. Was this how she saw him? His fingers grazed the lines of his face on the page and he couldn’t control the smile sprouting from within him.

           “I can never get it right. I was hoping I could draw you.”

           “Why would you want to draw me? I’m so ordinary and you’re- “

           “Let me draw you.”

           He obliged willingly. She was his soft spot, and he was pretty sure he’d do anything she asked. She felt the happiness rise in her chest as she guided him into the position she wanted. His breath hitched as she ran her fingers through it to get it to stick up like she loved. He studied her face like he did on most nights, but he’d never seen her brow furrow in concentration like this. He couldn’t help but smile a little, which earned him a scowl from her for moving.

           When she was finished, Stiles felt like he was looking into a black and white mirror, and yet the beautiful creature on the page couldn’t be him. He looked up at her to say something, but every thought he’d ever had was wiped from his mind when he saw how she looked at him. He was her whole world. Lydia knew that now.

           The way her eyes shined mischievously should’ve scared, not excited him. She kissed him this time, settling onto his lap. Despite his shock, he gave into her quickly. Since the night she’d run away from him, he had hesitated making any moves, but now he was giving into himself and her. He kissed her the way he wanted to for so long. She gave into him: she knew everything always ended in pain and suffering, but she didn’t care because she had him. Everything had led her to him.

Stiles woke up a smile on his face as his mind quickly reminded him of the night before. He tried to pull her into him, only to find his arms without her. He looked around the empty room before pulling on his boxers and walking into the main area. Lydia was humming to herself, facing away from him, wearing nothing but a worn tank top and her underwear. He started walking towards her when he noticed it.

           She had two scars running down her shoulder blades, each about two inches thick, curving slightly before disappearing under her tank top. The skin of the scar was splotchy and fresh, like it was only a few months old. He walked up to her and gently grazed his fingers on one of them, the skin felt different than the rest of her had: rough, prickly, almost like something had been ripped from her body. She instantly flinched away from his fingers, a hiss coming out of her perfect mouth at the pain he had caused her, turning to him.

           “What is that?”

           It was more of a demand than a question, but she pulled him into a kiss to avoid talking about it. She’d hoped she could evade this conversation altogether. She gripped his back, holding him to her before his hands rested on her waist. How hadn’t he noticed the scars before?

           “You’re not going to kiss your way out of this.”

           She ignored him, turning back to the burnt scrambled eggs she was making for him. It took him a few seconds to realize the food was for him. He’d never seen her eat, and she’d mentioned a few times how trivial and human food was. Lydia handed a plate of food to him which he ate, despite the singed taste. She often reminded him to eat, especially when he went hours without it until his stomach would groan in protest sending her into a laughing fit.

           He tried to figure out a way to bring up the scars again, he wanted to know about her, about them. It seemed like he told her everything and she skirted around topics of where she was from and where she grew up by saying vague things like “growing up is an abstract concept” and “everywhere”. He couldn’t tell if it was more endearing or infuriating.

           She knew if she told him the truth, everything would change, yet she knew he knew she was different. Lydia wasn’t a normal human because she wasn’t exactly human. She wanted to put it off longer, the confusion and sadness stirred up her insides. She didn’t want to hurt him, the idea brought her more pain.

           “What are the scars, Lydia?” they both hated the audible ice in his voice, so she decided to be honest with him. She couldn’t lie to him.

           “They are from where my wings used to be.”

           “I’m being serious Lyds. Just tell me the truth.”

           “That is the truth, Stiles. I am an angel whose wings were taken and these scars are a painful reminder of my wrong doings.”

           He tried not to chuckle, it seemed ridiculous what she was saying and yet he knew she was telling the truth. He’d never really lied to him before. But an angel? He’d thought about it but never literally. She just watched as he stared at her quietly, obviously too much going on in his mind. If he left, it would just confirm every thought she’d had about the human world that sent her here.

           “Why are you here now?”

           She couldn’t look at him. “When an Angel has lost their purpose, or done something wrong, they lose their wings. Banished to Earth to live life amongst humans and never aging.”

           “That doesn’t answer my question.” He secretly hoped she didn’t do anything wrong, but his mind went to the worst. Was she a Satan Sympathizer? Did she hurt a human?

           “You see, I am what can only be described in mortal words as a…Star Angel. Our purpose in eternity is to help souls manifest their dreams, and aid their divine higher selves in experiencing and accomplishing these dreams. We also assist in discerning a soul dream from a goal that might take you off your path or be a distraction. The reason I am here now…” Her voice shook. “…is because I believe souls are too easily swayed; there is no helping the bad ones. When souls achieve their goals, they go back up There – you humans would call it heaven- but most souls get lost along the way. All the other planets, but mostly Earth, have showed me over the last three thousand years that souls are weak. Most souls go to the bad place – Hell, for all intents and purposes – because they are distracted by mortal temptations. And the ones who achieve their goals only end up back here on Earth a decade or two later. It is pointless really. So, my wings were taken.”

           Stiles had no trouble understanding it. An Angel who was supposed to help people reach their goals became pessimistic due to human nature. It had taken Lydia three thousand years to realize what Stiles had known since he was fourteen. Humans suck.

           But he was confused, she seemed intrigued, fascinated by humans. She often wanted to know about his every thought and what food tasted like to him. He never even tried to hide anything from her.

           “But you love humans. Their thoughts, watching them, movies.”

           “Your movies often idolize the qualities you lack, making an average human to be a villain. Your morals sway so much over the years, and there’s only been movies for the past 80 years. Watching humans on this planet is comforting because it’s equally as disappointing here as it was There.”

           “What about all your questions about me and my thoughts and my family- “

           “Stiles, you are different from any soul or human I’ve ever observed.” The way her voice lowered when she said those words confirmed her honestly. She was also biased when it came to him, because despite how plainly ordinary he was, she loved him.

           He stared at the angel in front of him and everything came together. The way her skin seemed to radiate light, even at night, the way she spoke, the pain she felt whenever she leaned too far back in her chair. She made sense now in a way she hadn’t before. He only loved her more.

           When he pulled her into his arms, he felt his heart tighten in his chest. She looked at him, and he looked at her the same way he always had. The sparkle in his eyes gave her a hope she hadn’t felt in centuries, bringing a twinge of pain where her wings used to be. Hope was a bad sign for her, and yet it grew inside, intertwined with her love for him. It would send her back to a place she didn’t want to be. She didn’t feel like she was meant to be everyone’s Angel, she was meant to be Stiles’ human.

Days and months passed, their relationship grew stronger as the weather grew warmer, scalding them whenever they stepped outside, or whenever Her skin touched his. This didn’t stop him. The more time she spent with him, the more her scars tugged with the hope growing inside of her, wings waiting to sprout in the heat.

           She sat on the grass, watching Stiles as he laid next to her, eyes closed humming to himself. Finals for him had finished earlier that week, but they couldn’t pull themselves from their favorite spot atop that hill.

           “What does an angel do when she’d done with school?”

           “Get a summer job, just like everyone else.”

           Stiles chuckled and looked up at her through squinted eyes and cheap sunglasses. She pressed her lips against his, feeling a tug on her shoulder. She knew he would be going home to help out his dad, and he’d asked her to come. She was hesitant, she knew her time on earth with him was withering away.

She couldn’t stay away from him too long, her heart tugging in his direction whenever they spoke. Three days after he left, she joined him and his family. They were kind, and smart and knew what they were doing. Despite his Mother’s death, they functioned as best they could, which Lydia thought was admirable. The old house Stiles had grown up in explained so much about him. She ran her fingers over the ridges of height marks on the inside of the pantry door, smiled at the posters that covered his walls, the pictures carefully scattered around the house. Everything she admired carried a memory he later explained to her between soft kisses and damp sheets.

           She fit right in with his family, His Step-Mother offered her a summer job at the craft store, wanting to spend time with the girl who snagged her Stiles. His father kept making comments under his breath about sealing the deal and marrying her before someone else could. She remembered hearing those comments, that night lying in bed Stiles’ face in her chest, fast asleep whilst she spent hours imagining a life with him that she’d never had. She wanted to grow old with him, have kids, live in a house like the one he’d grown up with, dying happily in each other’s arms. Every happy memory made her scars tingle with the burn of impossibility.

           Humans feared death, but Lydia welcomed it with open arms. She wasn’t fit to be an Angel but she’d go back soon enough. The pain of the scars unbearable most days, she hid this from Stiles but he saw the pain in her smile and the way she sat most days.

           He pretended, for her benefit. He wanted her to tell him, but the days were cooling down and she seemed to be withering away from him. Her skin’s shine was slowly becoming a glow and the scars on her back seemed to be protruding at odd angles more than shoulder blades should. The hope he gave her made him more cynical with the thought of a life without her.

By the time the leaves turned, they were living in her tiny house, falling into a comfortable rhythm. They both knew it would end soon.

           One night in September, she woke up shaking, her body covered in sweat, and the pain from her shoulders made her whimper and groan enough to wake him up. The sight in front of him vaguely reminded him of the first time he’d seen her, drenched then too. He pulled her into his arms, trying to rock and sway the pain form her.

           It felt too soon; they hadn’t been with each other for a year. She couldn’t go yet.

           He refused to let go. He had so many regrets, he wanted more time, to tell her all the things he hadn’t, to talk about her leaving, just more time. His hands were unyielding.

           “Stiles, please.” Her voice shook, barely audible. “Don’t make this harder. You know if this were my choice, I would stay. Growing old doesn’t seem abstract to me anymore, not with you.”

           “Life without you is bleak and cruel. It was before you and it will be after.”

           “Eternity without you seems bleak and cruel. S, you’ve given me hope…” her hand held his hair almost limply.

           “Maybe my greater purpose was to help you…”

           Lydia smiled, pressing her finally cool lips against his for the last time. “I’ll see you soon…”

           A shriek erupted from her lips following the hopeful words. She curled away from him before the house fell silent, and her eyes fell closed. Two giant auburn clouds sprouted from her shoulders, swirling like soft serve or a cinnamon roll covered in icing. They were different than anything Stiles had imagined; they didn’t have feathers or look anything like her drawings, and yet somehow, they fit her perfectly. He watched her body slowly fade into translucency and glow in the light before disappearing altogether.

Lydia sat next to Allison, watching the souls below. She didn’t tell any of her friends about Stiles, she was sure they’d watched. She didn’t speak of it, as it brought a mix of sadness and happiness into her that she couldn’t bear, but she kept watching him. She saw him grow old as the years passed, marrying a girl from his hometown. They had three kids, and he died from old age when he was eighty-seven. That day she waited, hoping his soul would remember, and everything would make sense again.

           She watched his soul ascend, looking strange because it wasn’t her Stiles. She looked at the soul, waiting, hoping. The soul smiled warmly at her the way Stiles would, before nodding and disappearing above, making the spot where her humanly heart would be, ache with longing for someone who no longer existed.

[just-jordie-things]

Being Malia’s Anchor/Best Friend Would Include...

word count: 745 warnings: this is a platonic reader x malia imagine requested by anon! (altho i sorta turned it into headcannons rather an imagine so i hope that’s okay)

- You met Malia in junior year when the rest of the pack did, you helped her ease back into a regular life again

- Let’s just say it took a LOT of easing

- Time to time you’d find her sleeping, all curled up like she was still a coyote rather a human

- You’d also often find her chewing on things.  Pieces of paper, the strings on a sweatshirt, the end of her sleeve, pencils, books, and it took a lot of scolding for her to stop

“Malia do you- Malia! no! Bad human! Get that out of your mouth!”

- She still chewed on her nails however, but you just let that happen.  At least it looked like something a regular person would do

- Since she was a highschooler now, you took on the role of her tutor.  And trying to teach her the last eight years of math she missed, was not fun.  But it was the only subject she struggled with.  Sciences, history, and English she was excellent at.

- But once you had left the room during a tutoring session, and when you came back you found your textbook all shredded, and Malia picking out pieces of paper from her claws.

- She asked a lot of questions as she became a more grounded member of the Beacon Hills society

- You helped teach her how to drive, and eased her past her fear of it

- While she was dating Stiles you urged her to tell you every single detail of it.

Malia: why? it’s not that exciting all the time you know You: I know, but it’s what best friends do

- Malia loving having a best friend.  Sure, there was other members of the pack that she was close with, but she’d never really had a best friend before

- Sleepovers a lot

- You let her try coffee, but she spit it out because it was so bitter

- But she loved the sweet and caramely frappuccinos

- You had to get her to lay off all the coffee

You: so i was thinking we go out for lunch, your pick, whatcha want? Malia: Deer- You: your choices are burgers or pizza.

- She took you to visit the small cave that she’d lived in all her time in the woods.  It was a very emotional experience for the both of you

- She loves the rain, she always drags you out in it to play and dance around

- But, like  six year old, she also loved stomping in the mud

- You made her put on her swimsuit so you could clean her up in the tub

Malia: but it was fun

- She also found a love with music, which you were beyond happy to share with her

- You tried watching movies with her, but she reacted differently to all of them.  Like when you watched horror films together...

Malia: No- No don’t go in there-!  You: ... Malia: *grumbling* dumb bitch now you have an ax in your chest

- When she found out her father was Peter Hale, you comforted her in her confused and hurt times

- You’d offered to take her to the loft so that she could confront the ex-Alpha about their relations, but she’d declined.  Politely saying she didn’t feel like talking to a serial killing son of a bitch

- She had a tad swearing problem, but you let it slide

- Scott didn’t really like that you let it slide

- Malia didn’t care

- When she finally got her license, you surprised her with a congratulatory cake and fresh cut deer from the butcher

- You’d never seen her so excited

You: I’m so proud of you Mal, you’ve come so far

- Big hugs

- She was so honored to have you in her life and appreciated you every day

- Except one time she brought you a dead mouse

You: so you’re a cat now? Malia: what you don’t like it?

- Lydia helped her find the perfect Christmas present for you

- And it was perfect.  Matching best friend necklaces.  Yours had two small charms on it, a howling coyote, and a metal heart that opened and revealed a picture of you two.  A selfie with the wolf snapchat filter

- (Malia always complained that there was no coyote one)

- Malia’s necklace had an anchor, and the same heart with the same picture

- You’d almost cried upon realizing what her necklace symbolized

You: I-I’m your anchor? Malia: Yeah, ever since being a human again you have been

- All in all, being friendship goals

[stilinskishit]

Too Long (A Stiles Stilinski Fanfic) - Chapter 5

**First couple of posts have a different title but I changed it because I didn’t like it :)**

Summary: Teen Wolf with a female main character alongside Scott and Stiles? Here it is. Ramie McCall is Scott’s twin sister and best friends with both her twin and Stiles. The trio’s friendship means the world to all three of them, so what happens when there are more than friend type of feelings present?

Tags: @multi-madison​​ @purple286 @multifandxm353​ @bralessandflawless

A/N: Night School is one of my fave episodes but also has a lot happening so I had to cut it down some! Really excited for the next chapter though :)

MASTERLIST

Chapter 5: Punching

(Season 1, Episodes 5, 6, 7)

After their free period trip, which included a drugged Lydia getting way too close to Stiles and a terrifying picture found on her phone, Ramie and Stiles headed to the Stilinski’s to try and get a hold of Scott and tell him what they found on Lydia’s phone.

“That has to be the alpha,” Stiles told Ramie, slamming the door to his room behind the two of them.

“Obviously,” Ramie replied, dropping her backpack on the ground. “20 bucks Scott is with Allison. It’s her birthday.”

“I don’t care who he’s with, he just needs to answer the phone,” Stiles said, his phone up to his ear as he paced back and forth across his room. “Hey, it’s me again,” He said to Scott’s voicemail. “Look Raim and I found something and we don’t know what to do, just please call back. Or else, I’ll kill you.”

“Stiles,” Ramie sighed. Stiles gave her a death glare and she rolled her eyes back at him, laying back onto his bed. Stiles sat down on his desk chair, laying his head on the back of it.  A knock on his door made them both jump as Stiles’ dad entered the room.

“Ramie, hi,” Noah said, giving her a smile. “Didn’t know you were here. Where’s Scott?”

“Long story,” Stiles huffed. “What’s up?”

“Please tell me I’m going to hear good news at this parent teacher conference tonight,” Noah sighed. Ramie scoffed.

“Depends on how you define good news,” Stiles said.

“I define that as you getting straight A’s with no behavioral issues,” Noah said, glancing at Ramie who now had her hand over her mouth.

“You might want to rethink that definition,” Stiles said, pulling a face as his Dad sighed again. Noah looked between Ramie, who was trying to hold back a laugh, and his son.

“Enough said,” Noah nodded, leaving the room. He went to close the door behind him but then glanced between Stiles and Ramie, and opened it all the way. Stiles didn’t notice this at all, but Ramie did. Did Noah really think something was going to happen between her and Stiles? The boy caught her attention, pushing away her thoughts as he checked his phone again, groaning.

“Stiles I should go,” Ramie got up off the bed.

“What? Why?”

“My Mom’s home tonight because of conferences and I told her I’d be home for dinner,” Ramie told him as she grabbed her backpack. “I’ll call you if I hear from Scott, okay?” Stiles grunted and Ramie walked over to him, giving him a small pat on the shoulder before leaving his room and heading home.

…

Stiles and Ramie were already in class when Scott showed up the next morning. Stiles was blaming Scott for his Dad getting hurt the night before, and had offered to bring Ramie to school, but not Scott. Ramie glanced behind her at Stiles when Scott entered the room. Stiles saw Scott and rolled his eyes, blowing a sharp breath of air out of his mouth.

“Play nice,” Ramie raised her eyebrows at Stiles, who ignored her. Ramie heard the two boys bickering throughout class about Stiles’ dad and Derek, but kept her head towards the front of the room. However, at the end of the day when Ramie was waiting for Stiles to drive her home after the detention he and Scott had earned themselves, the two seemed back to normal. Over the course of the day, Stiles and Scott had figured out that Allison actually helped control Scott’s ability to hold back a shift, not make it worse as they previously thought. It’s like she held him down, kept him grounded.

Stiles and Scott took off after dropping Ramie at home, who decided she was going to stay out of whatever they were getting themselves into that night and do homework. However,  when she got a text from Stiles at 10 that night saying he needed to see her at the school, Ramie of course went, against her better judgement. She told herself she was going in case something serious was going on, but she knew deep down she was in so deep with him, like Danny had said.

She called Lydia to ask for a ride, since her Mom had the car at work and Stiles was the only other person who ever drove Ramie anywhere. Lydia was with Jackson, much to Ramie’s dismay, but a ride was a ride so she accepted Lydia’s offer for the two of them to pick her up. When they three of them pulled up to the school, they noticed the front doors open and swaying slightly in the wind. Ramie knew back entrances that didn’t usually get locked, so she figured she would get in through one of those, until she saw the doors wide open. And something felt off.

“Why did you come here again?” Jackson asked, getting out of the car with Ramie. Lydia gave a huff and unbuckled, quickly following the two of them around to the front of the car.

“Stiles asked me to,” Ramie said, eyeing the school, wondering if maybe Stiles was waiting for her in the front hall, which was why the doors were open. She started walking towards the school, the other two following her.

“He asked you to meet him here, alone?” Lydia asked, a smirk crossing her face. Ramie rolled her eyes.

“I’m sure Scott’s here too,” She shot a glare towards Lydia. Ramie had never explicitly told Lydia about her feelings for Stiles, but the strawberry blonde wasn’t as clueless as she pretended to be in front of Jackson.

“Ew, you’re gonna hook up with that spaz with your brother around?” Jackson raised his eyebrows at Ramie.

“No!” Ramie nearly yelled. “Stiles and I are not hooking up, now, or ever. He’s my best friend.” “He totally likes you,” Lydia nearly sang. Ramie ignored her.

“Yeah, I’ve definitely seen him check out your ass a time too many,” Jackson scoffed. Ramie stopped on the stairs and turned around, giving Jackson a glare. He shrugged.

“You’re delusional,” Ramie nodded towards Jackson. He scoffed back. “He has a fat crush on your girlfriend, not me.” Ramie turned on her heel and started walking back towards the school again. Ramie had told Lydia many times that Stiles had a crush on her, but apparently Jackson hadn’t been let in on this information, because Ramie could hear him bickering with Lydia about Stiles as they made their way to the school.

“You guys can go now, I’ll get a ride home with Stiles,” Ramie said, turning when she go to the top of the stairs. Jackson went to turn and leave but Lydia grabbed his arm.

“Absolutely not,” She said, pulling his arm as she walked up the rest of the stairs. “This feels weird, I’m not letting you go in by yourself.” Ramie opened her mouth to protested but Lydia walked past her, holding Jackson’s hand and dragging him into the school. Ramie followed the couple with a sigh, looking around the lobby. It looked like no one was around.

“Stiles?” Ramie called into the darkness. Her voice echoed through the empty lobby.

“I don’t like this,” Lydia stated.

“You’re being dramatic,” Jackson rolled his eyes at his girlfriend. Ramie shushed them both, thinking she heard something. Lydia shrieked as someone burst through the doors to the left, that lead further down the hall. It was Stiles and Scott, looking very confused. It was Ramie’s turn to jump as a door burst open behind her, the one that lead to the pool. However again, it was someone they knew, Allison.

“What are you guys doing here?” Scott looked at all of them.

“You asked me to come,” Ramie and Allison said at the same time, Allison looking at Scott and Ramie looking at Stiles. Both boys furrowed their brows.

“I just got dragged here against my will,” Jackson said, earning a glare from everyone in the group. Ramie pulled out her phone and showed Stiles and Scott the text she received from Stiles, Allison doing the same. They both were exactly the same, yet both of the boys said they never sent it.

“Can we just go now, I’m freaked out,” Lydia said, walking towards the doors. Before anyone could answer, there was banging coming from above them. Ramie saw Allison grab Scott’s hand and Stiles’s stepped closer to Ramie, looking at Scott.

“Run!” Scott yelled, turning to run down the hallway. Stiles grabbed Ramie’s wrist, tugging her after them and Jackson and Lydia followed behind. The six sprinted through the school, looking for somewhere to hide. Ramie didn’t look behind her as Stiles dragged her along, but she definitely heard growling from whatever it was that was following them. Ramie assumed it must be the alpha. They finally rushed into a classroom, throwing things up against the door to block out whatever was chasing them.

“Guys,” Stiles called, no one listening as they kept stacking desks and chairs in front of the door. Ramie turned to him, her gaze following his. He was staring at the opposite wall, which was entirely made of windows. Glass certainly wouldn’t keep out what was following them. Ramie and Stiles both continued to try and get everyone else’s attention, which didn’t work until Stiles yelled at all of them.

“Great job guys, really, great work, but what should we do about the 20 foot wall of windows?” He dramatically gestured towards the wall.

“Shit,” Jackson muttered. And Ramie nodded, as if to agree with him.

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on because I’m really freaked out,” Allison said, near tears and clutching Scott’s arm. Lydia was clinging to Jackson and Ramie suddenly felt awkward, taking a step away from Stiles and sitting down on top of a desk, rubbing her hands over her face. Scott gave Stiles a panicked look, walking over to the desk next to Ramie’s and leaning over, putting his elbows on it and placing his head in his hands.

“Somebody killed the janitor,” Stiles said suddenly, walking forward. Ramie noticed his hand scratching at the side of his jeans and knew he was either extremely nervous, or lying. Or both. Lydia let out a squeak that almost sounded like a “what?” “Yeah, he’s dead.” Stiles continued, Scott visibly shaking and not saying a word. Ramie hopped off the desk and walked over to him, rubbing his back.

“Who did it?” Allison asked.

“No this was supposed to be over,” Lydia stuttered. “After the mountain lion this-“

“Don’t you get it, there was no mountain lion,” Jackson interrupted her.

“Who is it?” Allison said, a little too loudly for Ramie’s liking, considering they were supposed to be hiding. Allison’s eyes didn’t leave the back of Scott’s head, who was still breathing heavy despite Ramie’s attempt to comfort him. She could see he was on the verge of tears. “Scott!”

“Uh, I, I don’t know,” Scott stammered, turning around but not looking anyone in the eye. “If we go out there he’s gonna kill us.”

“Us? Who?” Lydia questioned, still clung to Jackson.

“Who is it?” Allison demanded, looking between Scott and Stiles. Stiles’ mouth opened and closed a few times, clearly thinking of something to say.

“It’s Derek Hale,” Scott said after a second. Ramie’s head snapped to him, probably too quickly. She made eye contact with Stiles, who looked just as shocked as she was. “It’s been Derek the whole time, he’s killed everyone. And if we don’t get out of here, he’s going to kill us too.”

…

After Lydia attempted to call the police, much to Stiles’ dismay, and failed, Ramie, Stiles, and Scott were bickering as quietly as possible in the corner of the classroom.

“Derek? That's the best you could do?” Ramie glared at her brother. “You could’ve just said it was a stranger.”

“It doesn’t matter, Derek’s dead anyways so they’ll never know the difference,” Scott explained.

“Dead?” Ramie said, probably a bit too loudly. Stiles reached out quickly, putting a hand over her mouth. He dropped it after a second and gave the two boys a sheepish look. “The alpha killed him?” The boys nodded at her.

“Okay, assheads,” Jackson stepped towards the trio. “How about Stiles just calls his useless Dad and he can get us out of here.” Stiles rolled his neck and tightened his jaw, giving Jackson a glare.

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Ramie said, stepping towards Jackson.

“He’s right,” Scott said to Stiles as he grabbed Ramie’s arm, not allowing her to step closer to Jackson.. “Tell him the truth if you need to.”

“I’m not having my Dad come here just to watch him get his head ripped off,” Stiles spat back at Scott, clearly getting frustrated. He shook his head, stepping away from Scott.

“Alright, give me the phone,” Jackson stepped forward, grabbing Stiles arm. The second Jackson grabbed Stiles’ arm, Stiles turned, punching Jackson in the face, hard.

“Jackson!” Allison yelled, running forward to help him while Scott pushed Stiles back, holding him away from Jackson. Ramie just stood there with her mouth open. She glanced at Lydia, who was looking at Allison and Jackson, who were now both crouched on the floor, Allison’s arm around Jackson. Stiles caught Ramie’s eye and she gave him a look that she hoped he understood. He seemed to, because he pulled out his phone, dialing his Dad, but only getting his voicemail.

As Stiles was trying to leave a message for his Dad banging began on the door. Ramie took off first, leaving the classroom through a different exit and running down the hallway, finding another classroom to hide in, the rest following her.

“We need to do something,” Jackson said after they locked and barricaded the door in the new classroom.

“What about this?” Ramie was pulling on the handle of a door to the roof, but it was locked. “We could go up the roof and down the fire escape, we’d be in the parking lot quickly.”

“It’s dead-bolted,” Stiles pointed, at the door.

“I’ll go get the key off the janitor,” Scott said without hesitation.

“Are you crazy?” Ramie looked at her brother. “You’re not going out there.”

“There’s nothing else we can do,” Scott said, walking towards Allison, who looked like she could cry any second at Scott’s new announcement. “I’ll go get the keys and then we’ll be out of here."

“You need to at least bring some sort of weapon,” Allison nearly begged. Scott looked around, grabbing a pointer off the desk. If the situation wasn’t so serious, Ramie would’ve laughed out loud at her brother’s stupidity.

“Well it’s better than nothing!” Scott said, in protest to the dumbfounded looks everyone was giving him as he waved the pointer in front of him.

“There’s gotta be something else,” Stiles said, craning his neck to look around the classroom. Ramie noticed his right hand was shoved in his pocket since he punched Jackson.

“There is,” Lydia said, nodding towards the cabinet in the corner of the room, which held many different chemicals.

Minutes later, Lydia had made Scott a self-igniting molotov cocktail to bring with him as a weapon. Scott left a crying Allison and shaking Ramie behind, but went out to face the alpha. Lydia and Jackson sat with Allison while Stiles paced. Ramie looked up to see him with his back to the rest, inspecting his hand, flinching a bit when he tried to make a fist. As worried as she was for her brother, Ramie figured patching Stiles up could be a distraction.

“You’ve gotta stop doing this,” Ramie said to him, grabbing his good arm and dragging him to the back of the classroom, where there was a sink.

“Doing what?”

“Punching people,” Ramie made eye contact with him, giving him a disapproving look.

“Jackson deserved it,” He muttered. Ramie hummed in agreement, pulling Stiles’ hand under the water. His cuts from punching Derek had opened back up, and his hand definitely had bruising. Ramie was quiet as she dried his hand, bandaging it up carefully. She could feel his eyes on her the whole time, but she didn’t dare look up. If she met his honey colored eyes, she would turn to mush instantly, and with everything happening at the moment, she was more worried about Scott. Stiles mumbled a small thank you when Ramie finished.

“You’re always taking care of me,” Stiles chuckled. “Isn’t it supposed to be the guy taking care of the girl.”

“You’re my best friend Stiles,” Ramie placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’ll always do whatever I can to help you. And fuck those stupid gender roles anyways.” Stiles chuckled again and followed Ramie back towards the front of the room.

…

When Scott and Ramie got home, Ramie filled Scott in on what happened with Jackson, how he had a screaming fit like he was in pain after the alpha roared, and then was defensive about something weird on his neck, and Scott told Ramie what happened when he encountered the alpha and nearly killed all of them, but held himself back because of Allison. Scott also told Ramie that Allison had broken up with him once they had made it safely to the parking lot, since Stiles’ dad and other officers finally arrived. Allison had told Scott she didn’t feel like she could trust him. It seemed like the only good news was that Scott’s boss was not the alpha, and of course that they had all made it out alive.

Scott and Ramie stayed up late that night, talking. Scott finally told Ramie everything that had happened the day before from figuring out Allison was basically Scott’s anchor, to Scott keying a car and what happened with Derek.

“I miss talking like this,” Ramie said to him after they had caught each other up on everything. “We used to be inseparable and now sometimes I feel like we barely talk.”

“This wolf stuff is kind of ruining my life,” Scott sighed.

“You’re handling it way better than I could,” Ramie told him. “I would’ve ran away and lived in a wolf den far off in the woods by now.”

“You’d never leave me and Stiles behind,” Scott teased.

“Nah, I don’t need you guys,” Ramie shrugged, laughing with her brother. It was the first time she had seen him smile all night. “Allison will come around. I promise.” She told him, grabbing his hand and squeezing it. He gave her a weak smile that didn’t look too convincing, and headed off to bed, Ramie following.

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Anchor

Requested by Anon - Great! Can you do something where peter realizes that the reader is his new anchor and doesn't know how to react to it? Thank you! Characters – Peter x Reader Word Count – 465

Peter could feel himself becoming angrier, the topic wasn’t going the way he wanted it to go and he could feel his muscles tightening and his breathing getting more ragged. He tried taking deep breaths but when he felt someone take his hand, he looked down and noticed you. He took in your hair, that was tied up and with some stray strands sticking out in random directions, then to your fingers running over his rough palm and fingers. ‘What are you doing?’ His voice startled you. You jumped and let go of his hand. ‘Sorry, I was just trying to calm myself.’ You said, he swallowed before nodding. ‘It’s fine.’ He said, you smiled slightly as you took his hand again, continuing to trace patterns as you listened to what the group was saying. As he focussed on you drawing on his hand realisation hit him.

‘What’s up with you?’ Derek questioned as he saw Peter prancing around the room. ‘She’s my new anchor.’ He said without glancing at Derek, who was lounging back on the couch. ‘Who?’ He questioned. ‘Y/N.’ Peter said, Derek looked up from the book he was reading. ‘So?’ Derek quizzed, raising a hand up. Peter stopped and looked at him. ‘What do I do? How do I tell her?’ He questioned, and Derek shrugged his shoulders. ‘You just did.’ You spoke up from behind them, Derek smiled at you and you retuned it before he got up of the couch and left the room. You then turned to Peter who was staring at you. ‘So?’ peter said, you looked at him. ‘So?’ You copied him, but he only continued watching you. ‘I’m pretty new to this but I believe you’re meant to tell me what an anchor does.’ You told him as you walked further in taking a seat on the empty couch. He followed you and continued to watch you. ‘Do we have to date?’ You questioned, and he looked at you. ‘No, why’d you ask that?’ He asked you, you shrugged your shoulder. ‘Just, that everyone else seems to be dating their anchor.’ You said, Peter looked away from you. ‘No, we don’t have to date. Unless you want to.’ He told you, you nodded. ‘What do you know about anchors?’ He questioned you. ‘Nothing.’ You told him truthfully. ‘Okay, well an anchor… anchors you really. If I were about to turn through anger, then only you could calm me down and stop me.’ He explained to you. ‘You are what I would concentrate on to become calm.’ He said, you took in the information. ‘So essentially I’m like a stress ball.’ You said to him, he nodded hesitantly. ‘Yeah… but cuter.’ He said, and you smiled, ducking your head as a blush spread across your cheeks.