#void stiles one shot

[uhhhj13iguess]

that was the best sleep i've had in months

stiles x reader (no use of (y/n))

wc: 1.7k

yucky tooth rotting sweet fluff that i couldn't write without smiling, pls enjoy

the drive back from mexico was dead silent. no one had the energy to make small talk, let alone process all that had happened as they rescued their friends from kate. despite everything, scott insisted on driving, barely staying conscious enough to get them home as kira slept in the passenger seat. stiles sat in the back wedged between you and liam, staring out the window as flashbacks tormented his utterly exhausted mind.

he knew everything had resolved itself. he knew the deadpool was over, kate was being taken care of, derek was fine, everyone was safe. but it only filled him with more dread. he couldn't help but obsess over what was going to happen next. he loved his friends, and he wanted to do nothing but the absolute most to come to their rescue, but after months and months, and years of life-threatening events one after the other, he didn't know how to do it anymore. he didn't know how to keep going and how to not live in a constant state of fight or flight without breaking, he didn't know how to handle --

stiles' mind went from a painful spiral to completely barren in the matter of a second.

there was a pressure on his right shoulder, and he would be lying if he said his first thought wasn't liam -- he barely made it through the full moon, let alone the rest of the evenings events. but as he turned to his left and saw liam's head resting against the window, he swallowed a lump in his throat.

he looked over to see you asleep, your cheek squished against his shoulder as you breathed deeply, looking the most at ease he's seen you in weeks. you stirred, subconsciously trying to get more comfortable and resting more of your body against him.

and so many emotions overcame him

he's so afraid. afraid to move an inch, for the car to hit a bump in the road, for anyone to start talking. anything that would wake you. he knew how exhausted you were and was so relieved to see you asleep. and he so anxious of anything disturbing that.

he was also anxious for another reason.

you were touching him. your touch made it impossible for him not to move, much to his dismay. but your body against his felt as though it was burning his skin.

he lived for the moments the two of you accidentally touched and even made efforts to sneak them in as he could. but for it to happen so organically, of your own volition? everything felt hot to the touch.

even if not of your own volition -- maybe it was an accident. maybe you had fallen asleep upright, and after a turn, you'd fallen against him. he didn't care why it happened. he was just so grateful it did.

that was his primary emotion: complete gratitude to whatever chain of events put him in this position. you were so close to him. he could smell your perfume, hear your soft breathing, and feel how warm you were against him. he found comfort in how peaceful you were.

he sat like that until he himself couldn't keep his eyes open. he was so exhausted and your presence put him in a trance. his own head slumped against yours as he passed out.

scott switched lanes, peaking at his mirrors to check the empty desert road behind him. what he saw made him double-take, eyes widening and the sight waking him up instantly. in the small mirror, he saw the two of you cuddled up, heads pressed together and limbs entangled.

he let out a chuckle, shaking his head.

"took them long enough."

kira stirred in her seat next to him, letting out a yawn and soft whine as she stretched out her arms. she rubbed her eyes, looking at scott.

"what'd y'say?" she slurred.

scott kept his eyes on the road, nodding his head to the backseat with a smirk.

"i said it only took them long enough. i was sure it was going to happen last week when we went to the movies."

he had to shush kira at her burst of laughing towards his comment, reducing her cackle to a giggle and looking back to see if she had woken them up.

"don't wake them! this is like, his biggest dream come true."

kira smiled at the two, slipping a ten dollar bill from scott's wallet on the dashboard. "i told you it would happen soon. she can't take her eyes off of him, it's so obvious."

scott shook his head in defeat, still holding a smile. "i just didn't think he had it in him. i'm proud."

stiles woke up as he felt the car coming to a stop. he opened his eyes, lifting his head to look around him and gage the situation. in his half-awake state, he acted unconsciously, acknowledging your presence against him with a hand reaching out and cradling your head, his fingers running through your hair softly. he looked outside to see they were outside his house, scott parking in his driving and turning around to stiles with a huge grin on his face.

stiles was more awake now. he looked down at you, eyes bulging out of his head, and back to scott with his mouth slightly agape. he couldn't come up with a single thing to explain himself out of this one.

"okay, we're running in to use the bathroom quick before we head out. i suggest you wake up sleeping beauty there and see if she's planning to stay with you or if we need to drop her off on the way." scott winked and stiles was left alone with you in the car, the other three making their way into his house while snickering to each other.

stiles turned back to you, resuming his light movements on your head. he shifted a little, moving his other arm from your lap to your face, brushing your hair out of your eyes.

he called your name out a few times, gradually getting louder to wake you softly. you stirred against him, moving your hands to your eyes, rubbing them harshly as you looked up towards him.

it was at this point you became aware of the position you two were in. your legs were crossed with his (borderline in his lap) and your full left side leaned against him, your head on his shoulder. you blushed instantly and froze, not knowing how to proceed.

sure, you may have intentionally went to lay your head on his shoulder as you were drifting off, but you didn't mean to practically mount the man in the backseat surrounded by your friends.

stiles gave you a soft smile. "we made it home."

you let out a soft hum.

"we're at my house right now, everyone ran inside to freshen up before leaving. do you..."

he trailed off, shifting his legs slightly apart from yours and growing more visibly anxious. "do you want to stay the night here? scott's also willing to drive you home, if you want. i just didn't know if you'd, um, want to be alone or not, you know?"

you smiled and looked down into your lap. nodding, you began to peel yourself off of him, from what looked to be his dismay.

"that sounds nice stiles, thanks. and thank you for letting me use you as a pillow the whole ride. I'm pretty fucking exhausted."

he smiled back at you, "ditto." crawling his way out of the backseat after you, he then grabbed both of your bags and led you inside.

after saying goodnight to your friends, stiles shuffled around the living room as he gathered blankets and pillows on the couch. "my dad's on night shift tonight. I'll set up here and you can have my room. you can grab some sweats or anything from my dresser if you'd like."

you shifted slightly in your stance, working up the courage to say something you didn't even know how to get out.

"i don't want you to have to sleep on the couch."

stiles was still focused on his makeshift bed, chuckling to himself.

"i've slept on the chair in scott's rooms hundreds of times, this couch is a luxury."

"stiles,"

"no really, i don't mind at all. i'd rather be woken up early when my dad gets in instead of having you wake up, i-"

"stiles."

he stopped what he was doing and turned to face you, concern washing over his face as he studied you.

"what is it?"

"i- i mean i just like, i," you took a deep breath. now or never, you supposed.

"sleeping with you in the car was the best sleep I've gotten in months." you rushed out in a hushed tone.

stiles stared at you, his face unreadable. every bit of confidence you had built up was being shred apart, and you could feel your resolve slipping, making you contemplate how quickly you could book it for the front door. you sat anxiously, waiting for a response.

"are you asking me... to-"

"i'm sorry, wow, that was embarrassing. i actually think I'm going to just head back home, I'm sorry to-"

"no wait, please, you didn't-"

"even be here, let alone say what I just said. I'll see you-"

"do anything, please. stay."

you stopped in your evacuation out his front door and faced him.

"stay, please. i've never felt more safe and sound than while sleeping on the ride back with you."

you stared at him, a blush fighting its way to flush your cheeks.

"really?"

he nodded, taking a step towards you. "really. i didn't ask because I didn't want to push any boundaries or make you uncomfortable, but there's nothing I would rather do right now than have you in my arms and lay with you for the next, I, god honestly for as long as you'll let me."

you smiled at him, glancing down at your feet as his words rushed warmth all over your body. you turned back around, and started walking. he ran immediately after you. "wait, I'm sorry i-"

your hand hit the railing of the staircase as you looked towards him, extending a hand. "are you coming? I'm really tired stiles."

he let out a sigh of relief, shaking his head with a small chuckle. he took your hand and followed you up the steps, ready to finally get some well-deserved rest.

[loonylupinblack3]

Pairing: Void/Stiles x reader

Warnings: surprisingly not many, unrequited love??, scary void??, mentions of murder/killing/death threats???

Summary: void corners you in the empty school and gives some insightful advice

Word count: 1.9k

“Void?” you breathed into the darkness.

Silence answered you, unsettling you more than you’d care to admit. You looked around the dim classroom, feeling your nerves dance in your stomach. The school was dark when the power was off. So dark that you could barely see to the other end of the room.

“Is anyone there?” you asked again, feeling panic claw at your throat as you waited for a response, every muscle in your body tensed.

Yet when you still didn’t get an answer, you started breathing a little easier. Maybe he wasn’t here. Maybe you could go home to your friends and forget about ever hearing that voicemail on your phone, threatening your family if you didn’t come to the school to meet up with him. To meet up with Void.

You let out another breath, letting your shoulders relax slightly as you turned towards the door. Void wasn’t here, and though that could mean you were here as a distraction, you couldn’t help but feel relieved that you didn’t have to see him. The Nogistune was truly terrifying, a supernatural creature you had no want to get to know.

“Going so soon?”

You froze, feeling like you’d just been dowsed in cold water. The hairs on your neck stood up as a wave of nausea hit you. Even still you didn’t turn around. You just stood there, rooted to the spot with your eyes squeezed shut, begging for this all to be a dream.

You heard Void’s soft footsteps as he walked up behind you, barely breathing. You waited with bated breath for him to say something, do something, but he just stood there behind you, enjoying the sight of your fear.

Suddenly you felt a finger trace your jaw and your eyes flew open to find Void standing right in front of you, a small smirk curled onto his face. You glanced behind you, but no one was there. When had he moved in front of you? Why hadn’t you heard him? You felt queasy as you thought of how silent Void had been, how he had purposely let you hear his footsteps, all to see you tremble before him. It was sick. He was sick.

You stared up at him, at the face that was once so familiar, now distorted and wrong, trying to find some shred of dignity inside of you. You didn’t want to seem afraid, but how could you hide your fear when he could smell it? When he feasted upon the very terror you were trying to hide from him?

Void stared right back at you, the smirk on his face slowly growing. He had bags under his eyes and he was very pale. You could only imagine Stiles was looking even worse, which made your stomach lurch.

“I’m glad you came,” Void finally spoke, the hairs on your arms rising just at the sound of his voice.

You swallowed thickly, trying to calm your heartbeat as he took a step forward, trailing his finger down to your throat, resting on your racing pulse. He smiled, his eyes flicking up to your face where he could no doubt see the terror written all over you, no matter your attempts to hide it away.

He grinned, the sight making your stomach drop. “Are you glad you came?”

Not really, you thought wryly, still able to keep your sarcastic demeanour even in serious situations. It was one of the reasons you and Stiles became friends so quickly; you were both too sarcastic for your own good. You knew in this moment though, where you were alone in an empty school with a Nogistune, that sarcasm would not help you.

So instead you just stayed silent, hoping Void would get to the point of why you were here. His hand was still on your pulse, which was unnerving you nearly as much as how close the Nogistune was to you, barely a breath away.

Void raised an eyebrow at your silence. “Not in a talking mood?”

Mutely, you shook your head. Void stared at you, cocking his head to the side as he raised his hand to lightly brush along your cheek. You did your best not to flinch, standing as rigid as a statue as you waited for him to be done with whatever he was doing. It was pathetic, you knew, but you didn’t have much of an option. You weren’t powerful like Scott or smart like Lydia. You couldn’t grow claws or punch with enough force to break walls. You were just an average human, one that Void could toy with however he wanted, because you certainly wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop him.

“Do you know why I asked you to come here?” Void asked, finally taking a step back.

Immediately you felt some weight on your lungs lift. You no longer felt like you were suffocating, because now you actually had space to breathe. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, but they were back open and alert as soon as he continued speaking.

“I asked you to come here because I have a theory.”

Curious, you couldn’t help but ask, “what theory?”

Void grinned, beckoning you closer with his hand. Reluctantly, you took a small step closer, but that didn’t seem to be enough for Void because he grabbed on your wrist and tugged you closer until you were flush against his chest.

Void looked down at you, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear as an unreadable expression took over his face. “Stiles Stilinski is in love with you.”

You stared at Void, momentarily caught off guard. Stiles, in love with you? You’d been helplessly in love with him for years, yet you’d always believed it was unrequited, what with Stiles’ infatuation with Lydia, but now here Void was, telling you he was in love with you, and he’d know better than anyone wouldn’t he, having possessed him and all.

Even so you couldn’t bring yourself to completely believe him. There was the doubt that had followed you around for years holding you back, the doubt that came in the form of Stiles staring longingly at Lydia, or the smile she’d put on his face that you’d never managed to do.

“How do you know?” you asked quietly, relieved that your voice didn’t waver like you’d feared it might.

Void looked at you pityingly. “Oh don’t worry, he loves Lydia more, if that’s what you were wondering.”

It felt like a kick to the stomach. You knew he preferred Lydia over you, knew he loved her more, but to actually here it be said, be confirmed, was worse than you could have ever imagined. It felt like all your dreams were being crushed, like your heart was being squeezed as hard as possible, like someone had taken a sledgehammer to your chest.

After everything you’d done for him. Every night spent doing his homework for him because he had gotton side tracked with helping Scott. Every time you picked him up after he fell, not Lydia. Every time you comforted when he was upset, letting him cry on your shoulder while Lydia was who knows where. It was you who had helped him all those times, you who had been there for him through everything, you who loved him endlessly, yet he’d choose Lydia over you in a heartbeat.

It wasn’t fair, and it angered you beyond measure. Instead of focusing on your grief, you focused on the rage, knowing it would help you in this situation more than sadness ever could. Anger was a weapon, something Derek had taught you early on, and you intended to use it as such.

“That’s not what I asked,” you eventually said. “I asked how you knew.”

Void raised his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised at your change of attitude. “Well, it ties in with my theory, you see. I split myself from Stiles, but in doing so I seemed to take a bit of him with me, as he took a bit of me with him. Now, I’m not sure what that part of me might have manifested into. It could be aggression, distrust, or anything, really, but I think I’ve figured out what his part manifested into.”

You couldn’t help but cross your arms, irritated at his monologue. You had just gotton your heart torn in two, yet he didn’t seem to care as he talked riddles at you. You’d asked him a simple question; you wanted a simple answer in return. “Which is?”

Void’s lips curved into a smirk as he stared at you. “I thought it would be obvious.” At your silence he continued. “It manifested into his love for you.”

You couldn’t help the “oh” that tumbled out of your mouth at his words. This whole confrontation was starting to make a bit more sense, now that you had all the information. This meant, though, that Void was in love with you. Void, a Nogistune that had killed countless people, was in love with you. What were you supposed to do with that?

“Why are you telling me this?” you finally managed to say.

He cupped your face in his hands, his eyes hungry as he stared you. “Because I want you to join me, Y/n. Stiles doesn’t deserve you, he never will. All these people you call friends will sacrifice you without a second thought if it meant saving someone else. You will always be a second choice if you stay there.”

You stared at him, a million thoughts racing through your mind at his request. Join Void? Could you really stand against your friends? Fight against them? The people who you’d known for years, who had always stuck by your side?

Not always, a vicious voice spoke in your mind. Void is right. You’re always a second choice to them. Always second best, when you deserve to be first. He had spoken all your doubts aloud, cementing them in truth. You’d always ignored them, but now that Void had acknowledged them you weren’t sure you could anymore.

Didn’t you want to be someone’s first choice? Didn’t you deserve it? After everything you’ve done for all of them, and they couldn’t even care enough to put you first. The familiar feeling of anger returned, and you remembered your goal to use it as a weapon. You hadn’t thought you’d use it against your friends, but then again, aren’t they the reason you were angry in the first place? Don’t they deserve to feel your anger, to know what pain you’d gone through?

You looked up at Void, searching his face for any hint of doubt, any hint that he didn’t actually want this. He only stared back at you hungrily, waiting for you to make your decision.

And you did.

You grabbed his neck and pulled him close, pressing your lips against him fiercely. He returned the kiss immediately, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer. You melted into the kiss, letting him explore your mouth and give you pleasure with every flick of his tongue. You held onto him tighter, relishing in the way he made you feel. No one had made you feel like this, made you feel as powerful as you did in this moment. You could tell that Void wanted you, the way he gave a sound of approval from his throat when you pulled him even closer.

He lifted you up on to a desk, moving between your legs and you dutifully wrapped them around him, your hands pressing against his chest. Void tilted your head to the side to get better access to your mouth, one of his hands going to your hair and entangling them in it.

You felt powerful, and you knew you’d get revenge on you so called ‘friends’, with Void right by your side.

[fionajames]

Lemme request something Void! related. Preferably Sterek. No x reader please. Even just Sterek friendship!

Devoid of All Emotion

A/N: OML TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST!!! I AM SO GRATEFUL, YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Now to explain, I would ship Sterek but the thing is, yk, the age gap, so unless it's an au or a few years into the future when it's more natural, I view Stiles and Derek as platonic soulmates. I really hope you enjoy and PLEASE, TEEN WOLF PEOPLE, SEND REQUESTS.

(divider by @saradika-graphics)

Three seconds breath in, three seconds hold, three seconds breath out. 

Three in, three hold, three out.

In, hold, out.

Three, three, three.

The rhythmic breathing was beginning to ache in his chest as the man exhaled steadily, attempting to steel himself as he stared at the orange hues of sunset. Inside the apartment, beyond the door, he could hear the Sheriff’s attempt at resurfacing whatever remained of his son.

In, hold, out.

Derek glanced to his side, where Allison was gnawing on the ends of her fingernails, glancing to her dad every few moments. He could smell the anxiety rolling off of her, grief twisting with it as she sighed loudly. Emotional pain drifted in the air, stronger and heavier than anything else.

“You’re not my son,” the words floated into Derek’s ears as the tiny flickering spark of hope in his stomach was quenched with the snapping sound of metal being broken. Stiles was gone. He blinked languidly, his own grief growing inside of him. 

Argent was the calmest one present, as predicted, and waves of chilling cool rolled off of him. It was relieving to Derek’s overwhelmed senses, and he focused on that instead of Allison’s frantic panic as they entered the loft.

He followed Argent with monotonous steps, watching out of the corner of his eye as Allison sucked in a breath, positioning herself diagonally from Stiles. 

No, a voice in his head rasped, and Derek scanned the boy’s face hopelessly. That’s not Stiles.

Abruptly the weight of the situation came crashing down on him. That wasn’t Stiles in front of him, that was the Nogitsune, controlling the boy he once knew. Stiles was smart and mischievous, witty and quick-thinking, but he had this bubbly energy that had originally annoyed Derek to all ends. 

But now, he would give anything for a cheerful humorous quip to come from Stiles’ lips, instead, the Nogitsune watched contently, as though everything he’d planned was slotting into place. It was using Stiles’ body like a puppet, and Derek could practically picture the red strings tied to the boy’s every limb, controlling his every move.

Allison attempted to tase the Nogitsune, but it raised its fists effortlessly and caught the electricity. Sure, Derek hadn’t thought the taser would affect the monster, but he hadn’t expected it to catch it. He pushed down the fear rising in his stomach, trying desperately to picture something other than Stiles in front of him.

And then the Nogitsune yanked the electricity, and Allison’s eyes grew wide with horror as the taser was ripped from her grip with careless ease, thrown to the side of the room. 

Rage washed over Derek as he stared at the monster in front of him, controlling Stiles’ body and taunting him without even realising. It was as though someone had taken a blade dripping with wolfsbane and plunged it through his heart, twisting constantly. 

He’d been too afraid to admit it, even to himself, but Derek was aware his anchor had changed. The moment he’d met Stiles’ teary eyed gaze in this very same place, nearly two months before, he’d known. It had taken him a mere matter of seconds to believe the words that came from Stiles’ mouth, and with that Scott’s. He’d nearly killed Jen– the Darach right then and there.

Stiles was a cheerful boy, even if he had darkness inside of him that he rarely talked about. Derek was aware of how soulmates worked, whether they were platonic or romantic, it took a werewolf - or were creature of some sort - to feel the bond. He hadn’t recognised it at first, but Stiles was in fact his other half, and even though there were no romantic connections tying them together, Derek loathed the idea of hurting him.

But this wasn’t Stiles, this was the Nogitsune.

Derek snarled and lunged forward, aiming to grab the back of the boy’s head, only for the Nogitsune to grab him by the arm and twist. A cry of pain escaped his lips as he heard and felt his arm break as his shirt was grabbed and his head was slammed into the table. In one swift motion he was thrown into the pillar, and he groaned when pain erupted from his ribs as his back hit the plaster and he fell to the floor.

Not Stiles, he told himself. Nogitsune.

A click ran through the room, and Derek lifted his head to stare at Argent through the haze of pain glazing over his eyes. The sound of safety being switched off on a gun. Said gun was pointed directly at Stiles’ head. It didn’t matter if it was the Nogitsune, because that was Stiles’ body it was controlling, and a bullet to the head would kill him.

“Argent, listen to me,” the Sheriff began, reaching out a hand as though to calm a frightened animal. “Don’t do this.” Derek rose to his feet, because even though he was sure he’d broken a few ribs and it hurt like hell - even though it would heal - he wasn’t going to just watch Argent shoot his anchor. 

Not just his anchor, his other half.

“Why not?” Argent mused calmly, but Derek could smell the tinge of guilt amongst the collected calm. “I’ve done it before; werewolves, berserkers, I can easily add a Nogitsune to the list.” The Sheriff responded immediately, raising his gun and clicking off the safety smoothly, pointing it at Argent’s head.

Derek saw Stiles’ mouth form an ‘o’, eyes widening and brows shooting up, as though he wasn’t surprised, just amused. It made him feel sick. 

Argent glanced at the Sheriff. “You’re not gonna shoot my son,” the man told him firmly, and the stench of fear spilling off of him was acidic to Derek’s senses.

“You said it yourself, Sheriff,” Argent told him, turning back to look at the Nogitsune. “That’s not your son.” The Nogitsune tilted Stiles’ head mockingly, taunting Argent silently, teasing him. Derek wanted to scream.

“Put it down,” the Sheriff firmly ordered, yet Argent didn’t flinch. “Put it down.”

“Dad, he’s gonna shoot me,” the Nogitsune whispered, fear seeping through its words. But the fear was fake, an attempt to guilt trip the Sheriff into listening. Derek reminded himself yet again; this was the Nogitsune, not Stiles. Not his Stiles. “He’s gonna kill me, Dad.”

“Put the gun down,” the Sheriff repeated, glancing at the body of his son again. 

“Don’t listen,” Argent told him.

“Put it down!” The Sheriff’s voice grew louder and stronger. “Now! Do it! Put it down!”

The Nogitsune turned Stiles’ head, staring Argent in the eyes. And yet, as it spoke, something inside of Derek tinged, and he knew that the words were Stiles’, not the spirit’s. “Pull the trigger, come on.” The Nogitsune was playing it off as a taunt, but Derek could feel the heavy presence of Stiles in the words, begging Argent to kill him so the spirit would leave.

Horror was swimming in Derek’s stomach, getting harder and harder to push down. He wanted to grab Stiles and drag him away, but this wasn’t Stiles. Yet, it had Stiles’ body, and if any harm came to the boy’s body, it wasn’t just affecting the Nogitsune. It was doing well, and he knew that, it was pulling on everyone’s heartstrings and taunting them into doing exactly what it wanted.

Derek hated it.

“Listen to me, you put the gun down now!” The Sheriff shouted, and Derek watched the horror melt Argent’s features, as though he realised exactly what was happening.

“Dad!” Allison pleaded, and Derek wanted to join her in begging them to stop, but he couldn’t drag his eyes from Stiles’ face. Devoid of all emotion, completely void. 

“Shoot me!” Stiles screamed, and yet again, it was Stiles. The Nogitsune couldn’t completely control the boy, but it was manipulating his body language and tone, but the words themselves were all Stiles. Derek despised it. This was Stiles, his anchor, his other half, begging for Argent to put a bullet through his head to save his friends, to save everyone. Stiles begging for his own death. It filled Derek with a new kind of emotion, one he couldn’t quite decipher, but it was strong.

“Put the gun down!”

“Shoot me!”

“Argent, you put it down!”

“Strife,” came Allison’s whisper, and Derek’s gaze broke from Stiles’ face, realisation hitting him. The colours of sunset were fading to darkness, and his heart ached. The Onii were on their way, on their way to kill the Nogitsune, and in the process, Stiles. His Stiles.

“Put it down! Put it down!”

“Stop!” Allison screeched. “Stop it! This is what he wants! This is exactly what he wants!”

“Not exactly,” the Nogitsune intervened, and a rush of sharp coldness like an icy river shot through Derek’s soul, engulfing him in frigid iciness. “I was kinda hoping Scott would be here. But I’m glad you all have your guns out, because you aren’t here to kill me. You’re here to protect me.”

The Nogitsune turned and stepped backwards, between the Sheriff and Argent as four dark figures materialised out of nowhere. The Onii slashed the swords ominously, and Derek hated to admit that the Nogitsune was right. He wasn’t going to let the shadowy figures even brush against Stiles. Never.

And then the two men opened fire on the shadows, and Derek slipped round to meet Allison on the other side, encircling Stiles. 

The fight was a blur, literally, because the Onii seemed to be pure shadow. At some point, one of their swords sliced Derek’s shoulder, and he cried out in pain. They eventually dissipated, and when he turned around, Stiles was gone, nowhere to be seen. The others left shortly after.

A sigh escaped his lips as he splashed his face with water as the ache in his chest grew, licking up inside his throat and burning. His other half was out there somewhere, trapped inside his own body with no control as the Nogitsune continued to puppet him.

The idea sent more rage rocketing through Derek’s body and he leaned his forehead against the wall. Nothing was ever simple in Beacon Hills, and now they had to somehow yank a spirit from a human boy’s body. 

But they would, Derek knew that. Because he wasn’t going to give up until Stiles was back and the Nogitsune was gone. Whatever it took.

A/N: tysm for reading!!! i hope you enjoyed!!!! please send requests, im actually begging you.

(taglist: @skellymom, @techs-goggles9902, dm me if you wish to be added or removed)

[camellcat]

to go ahead and start off my new awesome Teen Wolf obsession, here are some Void Stiles doodles as I try and figure out how I wanna draw him

up next: Scott McCall (and more Stiles) :D

[freedomfireflies]

Weedboiii Void | 10. Meet Scott

Summary: Royal is a patient at Eichen House. Colin happens to be, too. But this mysterious boy is more than just fake blonde hair and weed.

He's also the voice in his head.

Word Count: 1.7k

“Okay, I know I have a pain kink, but is this really the best way to—”

Royal slams the door shut the moment they’ve crossed the threshold, releasing her iron-like grip on Colin’s wrist to peer out the small window.

Once she’s sure the coast is clear, and they haven’t been followed by any guards, she turns around to face him.

He stands a few feet away from her bed, eyes flicking around the small space with intrigue. “Huh. S’nicer than mine.”

Her hands find her hips. “All the rooms are the same.”

A hum comes from deep in the back of his throat. “Not mine.”

“What do you mean?”

He looks over. “You remember The Cage, right?”

Her expression drops. “I…I thought you’ve only been in there once—”

“Not quite,” he corrects with a rather haughty smirk. “But it’s fine. I’ve gotten used to the quiet.”

She swallows the guilt attempting to needle at her, watching as he lazily moves for the small, twin mattress before flopping down.

“All right,” he begins, hands crossing over his lap as he leans back against the wall. “Start talking.”

She takes a deep breath, looking for the right words, and for the push she needs to admit something she’s not sure she should. “I…I’m in here for a reason.”

His brow raises. “Yeah. No, I got that part.”

Her head shakes. “No, not…not just for that, I…I…”

He waits.

“I wanted…to be in here.”

He doesn’t have the reaction she thought he’d have, and she’s not sure whether to be grateful or terrified. 

“Okay,” he says, waiting for more.

Another deep breath. “I…I didn’t know…about…you know…the thing,” she stammers, hoping that if she doesn’t say his name, he won’t be tempted to return.

Colin’s head tilts. “What thing?”

“You know,” she whispers. “The thing. The thing you were trying to get rid of.”

He blinks. “Uh…the mole on my back?”

“No,” she finally hisses. “The thing that you had that now I have that you’re all mad about. The thing.”

Now it clicks. His expression hardens and she watches the way his fingers flex in his lap. “Yeah. Right. Okay, what about it?”

“I didn’t know…you had it, or even what it was,” she repeats cautiously. “But I was…I was looking for it.”

He seems to steel himself, straightening up against the wall as he regards her. “Okay. Why?”

She swallows thickly and takes a step closer to him, lowering her voice some as she murmurs, “Because I need it to help me find somebody I lost.”

His eyes narrow. “Who?”

She begins to pick at her cuticles nervously, glancing down toward his sweatpants before moving to sit beside him on the bed. “An old friend of mine.”

“Yeah, m’gonna need more than that.”

He sounds angry, something Royal assumed he might be, but still…he’s listening. And that’s more than she can say for anybody else.

“He was…he was really important to me,” she begins, eyes falling across Colin’s face before she looks toward the window. “He was admitted to Eichen House a few months before our senior year of high school. It was…it was really bad for him. Here. I don’t know everything that happened but I know that once he walked through these doors…he never walked back out.”

He’s quiet. Pensive. 

She barrels on. “I tried everything I could think of to figure out what happened, but…nobody would tell me. They wouldn’t let me in if I wasn’t a patient, and his family had no idea what to do, so…I did a little research.”

Colin’s brow raises.

“Not on you,” she corrects quickly. “Just…on some of the lawsuits Eichen House has faced in the past. To see if maybe he was one of them, and that’s when I learned about…the thing.”

“The thing,” he repeats slowly.

“Yeah. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew that it had been around during the same time that my friend was here,” she tells him. “I thought maybe…it would tell me where to find him.”

Another moment of tense silence as Colin looks away from her and toward the floor.

She waits, rather nervously. She’s not sure why. Maybe she’s hoping for his approval or his forgiveness or understanding. Either way, with each second that he refuses to grace her with his reply, the worse the ache in her chest gets. 

Then, he purses his lips together. “Do you think it can? Help you, I mean?”

“I think it can,” she says. “I just don’t think it’ll want to.”

He makes a noise that resembles an amused snort. “Right, well…”

He stops.

Her heart sinks.

Then, he looks over. “Could’ve just told me that, you know.”

She feels her cheeks flush. “I didn’t want it to know,” she explains gingerly. “I thought if it knew…it wouldn’t cooperate. I wasn’t sure how much it could hear—I’m still not sure, but…I also wanted to help you.”

His reaction is conflicted. Features twisting between gratitude and disgust. “You didn’t want to help me; you just needed me—”

“No.” Her head shakes, tone a bit firmer this time. “No, I did want to help you. At first, I was only going to talk to it through you, but I didn’t know it was killing you. And when I finally figured that out, I realized…I didn’t want it to.”

His eyes narrow.  “And I’m supposed to believe you now?”

She shrugs. “I guess not. But…it’s true. I’m sorry I tricked you, but I’m not sorry that you’re alive. I wouldn’t change that. Not for anything.”

She can tell he wants to be annoyed, but instead…he looks away.

They sit in the silence for a moment longer before he finally murmurs, “So…what was he like? Your friend?”

She smiles, her entire face lighting up with excitement as he suddenly springs onto her feet and grabs his hand. “I’ll show you.”

A bit hesitantly, Colin lets himself be dragged off the bed and toward the hallway, eyeing her closely. “Uh…where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

He shuffles along behind her as she tugs him down the hallway and toward the second floor. “Seriously, what the hell are you doing? I thought you said he wasn’t here anymore—”

“He’s not,” she confirms. “But his picture is.”

He seems confused. “What?”

But she doesn’t bother responding, instead choosing to let him see for himself.

They make it to the office, where all the important documents and files on each patient are kept. They pause to check their surroundings and make sure the coast is clear before Royal yanks him forward and surges toward the door.

More than confused, Colin stumbles after her, eyeing the cabinets that line the walls rather suspiciously. “Uh…what—”

The sound of a drawer being wrenched open cuts his question short as she eagerly rifles through the folders inside. She looks for the familiar name, scanning each tab quickly while calling, “What’s the time?”

He looks around for a clock. “Um…eight past one.”

She nods. “Okay, that gives us two minutes before the nurse comes back.”

He turns to her. “So…you’ve done this before.”

Another nod. “Yeah. It’s the only way I can…”

She trails off, the rest of the sentence catching on the lump in her throat. 

Thankfully, Colin doesn’t push. “Okay, well, hurry the fuck up. I don’t need another reason to go back to The Cage.”

She smirks to herself before finally finding what she came for. She plucks it from the cabinet, slams the drawer shut, and turns to him. “Okay, let’s go.”

Relieved, he sighs, and they both make their way for the hallway once again before coming to a screeching halt in front of Ms. Morrell.

She stands directly in their path, blocking them from fleeing to safety, her eyes wide. “Hello.”

Royal swallows, nodding once as she attempts to subtly tuck the folder behind her back. “Hi.”

Ms. Morrell looks to Colin. “Colin.”

There’s a slight clench in his jaw as he murmurs, “Yeah.”

She smiles. “It’s been a while since you’ve joined us for group.”

Colin shoves his hands into his pockets, glancing away bitterly. “Yeah, well…I’ve been working on my self-reflection.”

“Oh?” Ms. Morrell grins, clearly amused as she looks to Royal next. “Is that right?”

Royal says nothing as Colin shrugs. “Found a bonding buddy,” he says, nodding his chin at her. “You know, been healing our inner child, and all that shit.”

“And how is that going?”

“Oh, fucking fantastic,” Colin replies. “Yeah, I feel like a whole new person, actually. I’m practically cured!”

Royal can tell he’s poking fun at the idea of therapy, but Ms. Morrell merely steps closer, as if to get a better look. 

“You do seem to be doing better,” she agrees, eyes trailing down from his face to his neck. “I see the scars have faded.”

Now, Colin tenses, as if uncomfortable under her stare. “Yeah, it’s a fucking miracle.”

Ms. Morrell looks to Royal. “And how are you feeling, dear?”

Royal swallows. “Um…fine. Better, yeah.”

“Any pain today?”

She shakes her head.

Colin frowns.

“All right,” Ms. Morrell hums, now satisfied. “Well…I hope, Colin, that you continue to come to our sessions. Progress is not a straight line. It’s like a muscle. It needs to be worked on and strengthened.”

“Mhm, yeah, I’ll keep that in mind,” he mutters before wrapping his fingers around Royal’s upper arm to drag her down the hall and away from the conversation.

Ms. Morrell steps aside to let them pass, and as Royal scrambles after the agitated blonde boy, she catches a strange gleam in the therapist's eye.

The moment they’ve turned the corner, Colin brings them to a stop, whirling around to face her with a scowl. “God, I fucking hate it here. That better have been worth it.”

Royal exhales the deep breath she’d been holding and brings the manilla folder back out from hiding, holding it between them. “It was.”

Curious, his brow lifts as she flips open the file, and reveals the document to him.

His eyes fall over the photo, head cocking to the side as he reads through the information. 

She looks as well before pursing her lips, and saying, 

“Colin…meet Scott Howard.”

Eeee!! So, for those of you who maybe don't know, Teen Wolf was originally a movie that came out in 1985, starring Michael J. Fox as Scott Howard.

Well...turns out, we're having a No Way Home moment, and these two worlds are now colliding, and I'm so excited!

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~ Weedboiii Void | 9. Bullshit

~ Full Masterlist

[xoxostiles]

𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑨𝑰𝑻𝑯 ~ MOODBOARD

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𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 / 𝑽𝑶𝑰𝑫 𝑿 𝑭𝑬𝑴!𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

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| 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕, 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒚, 𝑮𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 18+

☆ 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹: 💋

☆ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻: ❤️‍🔥

☆ 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻: 🖤

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SUMMARY: Y/n L/n is a normal Beacon Hills student. She gets good grades is very popular especially with the boys ;). Particularly one boy her chemistry partner. Stiles Stilinski. The boy has been pining over the girl since she arrived to the school freshmen year, learning every fact about her and spending each day romanticizing ever single interaction with her.

But what happens when void takes over controlling Stiles body. Learning his mind only to find out the girl he’s been head over heels for is something beyond her vision something so powerful, something so valuable to the nogitsune. The connection between the two making void also pining after the girl.

His plan is simple, get the girl and use her for a energy source. But will he be successful? What happens to Stiles? What will the pack say? What will Y/n say.

| 𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑵 |

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𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹(𝑺) 𝑺𝑵𝑬𝑨𝑲 𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑺 <3

CHAPTER ONE - LOOSING FAITH 🖤💋

CHAPTER TWO - FINDING FAITH 🖤

CHAPTER THREE - DISTURBING TRUTHS 💋

CHAPTER FOUR - MINE ❤️‍🔥🖤

CHAPTER FIVE - LOCK ME UP 🖤

CHAPTER SIX - BABY, 🖤

CHAPTER SEVEN - SLUT! 🖤

CHAPTER EIGHT - BEYOND US🖤

CHAPTER NINE - TRUE ALPHA 🖤💋

CHAPTER TEN - FAITH WITH IN US ❤️‍🔥

| Trust me there will be so many more chapters these are just all the ones I have planned so far / started drafting in my notes |

This is a work in progress and I will still be posting one shots during this so the series will probably take awhile my goal is to get chapter one done by tmr!

xoxo Layla

[rowinablx]

I only have a season 1 DVD of teen wolf like I mentioned before. But I have a question, do the first three seasons have good moments for Derek & Stiles in canon? Because I do want to watch before Malia happens, so I can pretend nothing past season 3 happened.

Good Sterek moments??? Buckle up buckaroo

Season one:. Derek is shot with a wolfsbane bullet and goes to the school to find Scott, but even though he's delirious and sick he manages to find Stiles in his Jeep in the parking lot and collapses in front of it. Throughout the rest of the episode Derek basically threatens Stiles to not go to Derek's house while he can't defend himself but there's no hint of seriousness about it. Also Derek asks Stiles to cut off his arm and Stiles comes really close to doing it. Scott ends up running in with the bullet Derek needs but Derek passes out and drops it. Should be noted Stiles does this while trying to get him to wake up

Season two: Derek and his beta Erica interrogate Stiles about what attacked him, the Kanima, no spoilers who the kanima is, when the kanima appears and knocks Erica unconscious. Derek immediately went into a protective position in front of Stiles.

He tells Stiles to run before the kanima cuts the back of Derek's neck, paralyzing him. Meaning with Erica knocked out and Derek losing feeling in his body, Stiles is literally the only person who can protect Derek. And then while carrying Derek and trying to grab his phone, Stiles accidentally drops Derek in the pool.

For two hours Stiles has to hold a werewolf above water to keep him from drowning. Even diving all the way to the bottom to save Derek after Stiles finally gets his phone and calls Scott, only for Scott to immediately hang up on him.

Season three unfortunately does not have a lot of Sterek moments, but there's a couple I really like.

One: Derek's beta Boyd is killed by Derek when the Alpha pack forces him to. Stiles comforts Derek after the fact.

Two. When the Nogitsune possesses Stiles, Derek tries to fight him but Void kicks his ass. Chris Argent, a hunter, immediately points a gun at Stiles and you can see Derek in the background looking like he was about to jump in front of him. Also should be noted that Stiles made a chessboard of the pack and had Derek as the king piece

[sterek-ao3feed]

Russian Roulette (Poor Stiles)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/60793444

by MyOwnParabatai

Stiles and Derek are kidnapped. They're kept away from each other, only interacting over bad guy's phone. Every day it's a new game, and every day, it's the same question for Stiles: "You or him?". Stiles, despite how pissed or hurt Derek may be, says "Me" every time.

Now, they're here to play one last game. Stiles is chained to a table with their abductor and the game is Russian Roulette. Will Stiles make it out alive and save Derek? Or has this ordeal unlocked a long forgotten part of him that can guarantee their escape? Is Stiles willing to release the Nogitsune if it means Derek's safety? Will Derek come to the rescue instead?

Inspired by Rihanna's "Russian Roulette". Been a WIP in my docs for YEARS, finally got it out. Kudos and comments welcome. Writer's block is not welcome, though. Bye bye.

Words: 4853, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Nogitsune (Teen Wolf), Original Hunter Characters (Teen Wolf)

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Kidnapping, Implied/Referenced Torture, Russian Roulette, Inspired by Music, Song Lyrics, Void Stiles, Protective Stiles Stilinski, Sad Derek Hale, Pre-Relationship, Post-Canon, Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Post-Nogitsune Stiles Stilinski, Possession, Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Morally Ambiguous Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Derek Hale is Stiles Stilinski's Anchor, Non-Evil Nogitsune (Teen Wolf), Derek Hale is Off-Screen for This, Should he have a starring role?, obviously!, One Shot, Hurt Stiles Stilinski, Love Confessions

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60793444

[fandom-imagination-ss]

IMAGINE: Derek hale destroying your tire so you can't leave Mid fight

You and Derek rarely have fights.

Not since you graduated high school and told Scott and his pack to Suck it.

Between your cousin Scott lying to you for years about the werewolf thing, being shot in my shoulder by Stiles / Void Stiles by an Arrow. And getting No explanation for it. No one told you what he'll be going on. Until Peter mentioned it and Derek tried to shield you from the truth. It only made you mad. So when Graduated you just left no goodbyes nothing.

But time changes a person, you Forgave your cousin, his hot best friend Stiles, and when Life gave you a curve ball and you returned to Beacon Hill. you gladly became friends with Malia and Started Dating Derek. 

the Fight was Stupid. It wasn’t an Earth-shattering Fight, it was a simple Stupid Fight. Derek Forgot about your Dinner date. that you were looking forward to all week. because he was so focused On work fixing a Fancy car. the Idiot who brought in the classic Car. had the Brilliant Idea that if he put Painters’ tape throughout the Entire Car. covering Every Inch of the Car it would protect the paint job... Between the Heat of the Sun beating down on the moving car. and the fact. he used cheap ass painter’s tape. he destroyed the car.. the tape he started peeling off. and took Large chunks of the paint. 

Normally it wouldn’t be a big deal that Derek forgot about Date night. bot after the week of hell you dealt with your co-workers. your boss putting a pass at you. again. and you have to file another report to HR. who just swept it under the Rug and then dealt with Eli. Stealing the Jeep Again for the fifth time. this month, and to Top it all off you were Late... you only realized it today once you were getting ready for date night that you weren’t just a little late. you were 3 weeks late. your Plan was to have a wonderful Date night with your man. Slip off to the pharmacy to snag a pregnancy test and hope along and take it. in the store. because you knew. that Derek and Eli would find it at home. That was your Mission for the night. But Derek came home covered in Grease complaining about how the painter taped around the exhaust pipe that the idiot put on. burnt the pipe. and that led to discovering the Oil was leaking and it was a bigger task than he expected. you stood wearing your summer dress with a jean jacket as he looked at you stunned, “why are you dressed all cute?” 

“Date night?’ 

Derek rubbed his face as he spoke, ‘rain check? I’m exhausted?” he walked over kissing your head as he suggested ordering a Pizza instead as you called him a butthead.  and grabbed your keys and decided you would go to Walgreens and Skip Part 1 of your plans. and go straight to getting the Test. you were sitting in your car at a Red light. the road was empty. as the light turned green. your Car jumped. but didn’t move. you quickly turned to see Derek standing behind your car. as he’s claws were slowly going back to normal. your jaw dropped as you quickly un did your seatbelt as you shot out. seeing he sliced your back seat driver side tire. 

“ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR DAMN MIND!” Screaming you walked over lookign at your tire it was ruined no fixing it. you would have to replace it complete.y “My Car!” 

‘you don’t get to just Leave!” Derek was trying to contain his anger as you looked up at him. 

“I was coming right Back after I hit Walgreen you Jack ass!” 

‘you called me Butthead!” 

your anger was sidetracked at hearing the hurt ins his voice hearing him say that as you blinked stunned, “I’ve called you So much worst! your fixing this!’ Derek crossed his arms tightly as he snapped, “the last time you called me a butt head you disappeared for three years! you don’t get to just leave because I forgot date night!” 

“I was just going to Walgreens! I wasn’t Leaving! I stormed off  yes but I intended to COME BACK!” you groaned as he spoke, ‘what was so important that you needed to go to Walgreen you sick?’ 

“No. I just- needed.. female products.” 

A pregnancy test counts don’t it?  you hoped he couldn’t tell the difference as he stared at you, “I’ll fix your car. and we can go-” 

you shook your head as you crossed your arms, “you can fix my car, and we Can go home! and we are getting burgers. and im getting a milkshake and we are going to watch whatever i want! I can’t believe you Jump from Butthead to me Running off? where would I go? your my Heart!” 

Derek sighed heavily as he spoke, “it was Rough the first time you left.. you just called me a fucking Butthead and then you were gone i didn’t even get to know hwere you were” 

“Derek- to be fair.. we weren’t close back then you kept your distance.- I would Never leave you.. if i leave you- i’m taking you with me. i’ll stuff you into my trunk- your stuck with me forever.” 

he nodded his head stepping over as he cupped your head softly, “im sorry - I overreacted and broke your Car.” 

you nodded your head, “Sorry I called you a butthead and stormed off I just- it’s been a rough week.. and I was looking forward to just you and me time.” he sighed heavily soothing your hair, ‘you did look beautiful. you do look beautiful, lets get this car fixed and go have a date.” you smiled weakly as you spoke, “by the time you fix the tire, i’ll be passed beauitful and want to go home.. Lets just fix it. and go home. and order in.” he nodded his head saying okay kissing your lips as he pulled back as you helped him take your tire off, and use your replacement. that he forced you to have in your trunk. when the car was fixed you kissed him and said you would meet him at home as you drove to Walgreens. 

you only ever taken a pregnancy test Once, when you were in university. your roommate was worried about taking one so you took one with her. you weren’t pregnant. you weren’t at all in danger of having a bun in the oven. but Now? Now you were in a relationship with a guy who looks like the Greek Gods carved out out of marble! your relationship was at the ‘honeymood” stage... bene together for almost six years. and your “Fun time” was Very much Healthy Relationship. and Sure.. Sometimes you both get caught in the moment and forgot to be smart. and responsible! 

Which as you stood at the walgreens counter paying for your Pregnancy Test yo were shocked you were here. buying a test. Sure Rationally you knew, you weren’t excatly “Safe’ 100% of the time.. especially lately. But it still surprised you. you were just paying when Derek came in. and caught sight of you instantly. he’s eyes grew large seeing you holding pregnancy box as he fainted. 

Nothing could perpare you for seeing your boyfriend. falling forward completely passed out in shock as you bolted over to him as you rubbed his arm trying to wake him. he woke up instantly as he looked at you as he spoke, ‘your pregnate?” 

you shook your head, ‘no- well I mean.. I dont kow..” 

“were you going to tell me?” 

“yea.. after i took the test.. I didn’t- I didn’t think taking the test at home would be a good idea..” 

Derek got to his feet as you helped him as he spoke, “why not?’ 

“Derek I was hoping to surprise you with the news.” he rubbed his face as he spoke, ‘okay.... Lets go take it.” 

“What?” he grabbed the box as he spoke, ‘come on. they have a public bathroom.’ 

you laughed but was shocked as he picked you up as you gasped he hosted you over his shoulder as you gasped loudly. as he headed to the bathrooms. getitng itno the  womens bathroom he went to the wheelchair accessable stall and put you down as he spoke, “here you go.” 

he handed the box to you as you spoke, ‘thanks..... we never talked about babies..”  

he nodded his head as he spoke, “I would Love- if you aren’t pregnate.. can we have a baby?” 

you couldn’t help but smile at the way he asked as if he was asking for a puppy. “you want a baby?”  he nodded his head, “I want to have a baby with you. i want our family to grow. I always wanted a big family. you want kids. we talked about this.” 

‘yea- Like on our first date! Derek!” 

“is it cause we aren’t married yet? Because i’ll pospose right here and we can elope oyu never wanted a big fuss of a wedding!” you couldn’t help but smile. you shook your head fast. 

“as much as getting postpose to in the bathroom. is intoxicating. can we pick another time to ask me.. Like when we aren’t in a public bathroom?” 

he sighed heavily as he stepped over, “just- can you pee on the stick? I want to know.” 

you chuckled as you spoke, “well- leave the stall and I’ll do the test.” 

“can’t i stay?” you laughed as you shook your head, “No sicko go!” he grinned slippng out as he closed the stall door as he stayed in the bathroom. you rolled your eyes. Even if he went outside he would still listen in. that’s the problem with having a wereowlf boyfriend. you did what the test required as you walked out. ‘would- it be 50/50 if it’s like you or me right?” 

“yea why? does it matter?” 

“well Yea! if im gonna nurse i dont want my bits bite off! Oh my god! what if i ahve the baby on a full moon! Derek! does it matter? what if-” derek stopped your rambling as he cupped your face softly, “I would be right there to help, and it wouldn’t be like that. just a little babe. and the powers awaken later.” you nodded your head relieved to that as he spoke, ‘So you would want it?” 

you nodded your head softly, “A Chance to see you with daughters. Hell yea.” 

he chuckled softly as he spoke, “not a boy?” 

“Nope a girl.” he smiled to that as you reached up cupping his face kissing him. when the 2 minutes were up. it was your time to faint. as Derek caught you. you were infact. pregnant.

[mikatheseer]

We interrupt this multi-chapter sterek fluffsmut fanfic to bring you a Void Derek vs Void Stiles one shot AHAHA WHAT AM I DOING TO MYSELF

[uhhhj13iguess]

in his flannel

stiles x reader (no (y/n) use)

wc: ~900

a best friends to lovers trope is at no moment NOT running through my head

when stiles opened the door, his mouth was dry on impact. there you stood, innocent and ready to study for your upcoming test -- in his flannel. he didn’t remember when it came into your possession, but he didn’t care.

he didnt even know he wanted so badly to see you in his clothing, until now, where he just can't seem to take his eyes off of you.

you.

in his shirt.

"stiles? can i come in, or..."

you spoke suddenly, breaking stiles from his trance. he shook his head dramatically, cringing at his first impression at the door.

"yeah jesus sorry, come in."

he stepped out of the way, making small talk as you made your way to his room, unloading your textbooks and notes across his bed. you sprawled out, laying on your stomach as you began to flip through the pages. stiles' eyes once again fell to the way his flannel fell against the curves of your body, his own feeling too hot suddenly.

he hadn't really thought of you this way before. okay, that was a lie, but he never took it seriously. he’d known you forever, and anytime he felt you unconsciously slip into his thoughts, he felt embarrassed to be thinking of his best friend like that and pushed it away. but now, seeing a shirt he had worn a few days earlier now draped over what he can only presume as your bare torso, he was torn between feelings of cuteness aggression and wanting to rip the shirt off of you.

you could sense the gaze, looking towards his frame slumped at his desk, smiling as he turned away as though he'd been caught.

he cleared his throat. "so. where do you want to start?"

you weighed your response carefully.

stiles had left his flannel in your car the other night after dropping him off, and you hadn't taken it off since. originally, you'd put it in your backpack to bring to him the next day, however after being sleepless long enough, you grabbed it, hoping the extra warmth would send you dreaming.

you were awake the rest of the night.

you couldn't get over the smell. when his scent first hit your nose, you found it calming, sure it would bring you a sense of comfort and immediately put you to sleep. as it turns out, it was taunting.

with the smell of espresso and fresh linen overwhelming you, the only thing on your mind was stiles. everything about him, every memory of you two, every accidental touch -- suddenly, it was all you could think about.

in the back of your mind, you always knew there was something special about him. something deeper within him that drew the two of you together. stiles made you feel every single thing with so much more passion, so much more intention. but you'd brushed it off, convincing yourself you were crazy.

that he didn't feel that way.

but he was flustered, and you hoped you were right about why.

"so, where do you want to start?"

you let out a hum, toying with the topmost button on his flannel, blushing as you noticed his eyes honed in on your actions. you sat up slowly, trying to build any ounce of courage you had.

"i want to start with why you're being so weird today."

stiles cleared his thoat, scratching the back of his head and turning back towards his desk. he shuffled his papers. "I, uh I mean, I don't know what you're talking about, I'm being completely normal."

you sat up facing him, tugging at his sleeves. "sti-"

"why are you wearing my shirt?"

your eyes shot up and you frowned immediately. suddenly uncomfortable, you wrapped your arms around your waist and looked down.

"oh, im sorry, you left it in my car and I didn't think it would be--"

"no no it's okay i just-"

"-- an issue, i have a sweatshirt in my bag I can--"

"-- i like it"

you looked up at him, completely silent. your brain fought hard to process what he said and how you could be reading it incorrectly.

"you..."

"i'm sorry, i, that sounded weird, jesus. i just mean its fine that you, you know you're wearing it, and--"

"stiles."

he shut up. he knew he was rambling and he just hoped he wasn’t reading the situation incorrectly. he locked eyes with you, anxious and listless.

"i wore it so you would notice."

stiles felt hot again.

he took a shaky breath, trying to think past the growing tension in the room. he wheeled his chair closer where you were sitting.

"oh"

you swung your feet over the edge of the bed.

"yeah"

both of you would swear that time stopped. the air got thick, and the moment was a blur. you don't know who made the first move, but suddenly you were both standing, your lips against each other in a relieving kiss. neither of you had allowed yourselves to imagine this moment seriously, yet here it was, and you had no idea how you’d lived without it before this.

his lips moved sweetly across yours, nervous but needy. it felt like forever before you pulled away, your body impatiently reminding you of its need to breathe.

both of you blushed, foreheads touching as you relished in the moment.

"i think i'm going to start forgetting my clothes around you more often."

[moonlightazriel]

☽ Stiles Masterlist ☾

☽ One Shots ☾

☽ Void!Stiles Drabble

[maddie0101]

❤︎= smut (MDNI)

One-shots:

Someone needs to by: @perlocutionary ❤︎

Kitten by: @redstringlovers ❤︎

Parental Guidance by: @obriengf

Freaky Friday by: @obriengf

Besties in love by: @twjournals

Never have I ever by: @sweet-pea-channie ❤︎

Dirty dancing by: @mummybear ❤︎

Blood in the water by @sundrop-writes (void stiles)

Series:

Selenophiles of Beacon Hills by: @strangerstilinski

The Mistake by: @were-cheetah-stiles

Please go show these amazing authors some love! ☻

[semicolonsspace]

i beg you could you do a one-shot about fem reader x (dom) void stiles 🌶️? maybe like y/n is stiles best friend but doesn’t know abt void and when she goes to his house she meets void (and they well fuck💪)

THAT I CAN DO BUT IT WILL TAKE A BIT!! ILL MAKE A POST IT NOTE AND PUT THAT SHIT ON MY WALL

[teencopandthesourwolf]

hello tcats

i hope your day is going good

if you do not mind can i ask you a question? i am fairly new to tumblr and not very fluent in English so i fail to understand some tumblr terms. Can you tell me what does the tags "a wolf and his queueman" means? i have seen other variation of this tag such as "i will queue heavily at you" so what does this actually mean?

thank you

hi nonny! welcome to the dumpster fire that is tumblr dot com and the sterek fandom!

oh my gosh ofc i don't mind you asking :) it's lovely that i was the one you decided to ask! like, i wouldn't call myself a tumblr oracle or anything, but i have been around these parts enough to know a bit about a bit, y'know?

so, for whatever reason (if there is a specific reason that i don't know about somebody who does should absolutely feel free to wade in and enlighten us both) the kool kids on tumblr (read: the nerds) use puns as a fun queue tag for the posts they queue up instead of the ones they post or reblog into the void as soon as they see them.

because i have no idea of your level of understanding of the english language, i'm going to post the oxford dictionary definition of the word 'pun' for any further comprehension that might be needed. i hope you don't take offence at this as i'm really not trying to patronise in any way:

so, lots of us on tumblr will choose either just a random pun that correlates with the word 'queue' i.e. my queue tag for my og main blog from 400 years ago was queue queue ca choo, which was a pun on the beatles lyrics coo coo ca choo from their song i am the walrus. i picked it because it was a (fairly) recognisable line and just something puntastic that i thought would be fun and kind of worked (debatable).

OR

lots of us will pick a queue related pun that is specific to our blog i.e. my queue tag from this teen wolf/sterekblog of mine that you mentioned: a wolf and his queueman. this is actually a really frickin terrible pun but one taken from the sterek fandom because it alludes to the phrase a wolf and his human (meaning derek and stiles)... yeah, i told you it was bad!

to further explain, my buddie blog queue tag is fire and resqueue, bc buddie is from the 911 fandom which is a show about—you guessed it!—fire and rescue!

okies, i hope this helps, nonny? sorry if it's actually a shitty explanation; my brain currently resembles that black gooey shit that seeps out of derek when he gets shot with a wolfsbane bullet bc i've sarcastically had a few very fun few days lol

happy tumbling!

cassidy xp

[maria021015]

Stiles wasn’t sure how he got into the dark, cramped locker from his bed at home, and he wasn’t sure why he was there either. Light from outside shone through the grill at his eye level, and he peered outward to find himself inside the empty locker room at Beacon Hills High. Pressing his palm against the door to push it open, he found that he was locked inside. This small change was enough to send his pulse skyrocketing as the walls seemed to close in on him, filling his chest with an overwhelming pressure. The locker shook as his fists slammed loudly, crashing against the metal and causing it to warp beneath the force until the lock finally gave way. Bursting out of the confined space, Stiles found himself stumbling into a classroom. The dim light of the moon filtering through the windows illuminated his surroundings. Tables and chairs were cleared and swept to the side to make room for the giant tree stump emerging from the tiled floor.

The Nemeton.

As he walked towards it slowly, time seemed to warp outside. As the moon shifted across the sky, shadows played along the roof. Stiles approached and reached out towards the stump, half expecting his hand to go right through it like some hallucination. Instead, the centre of the Nemeton shot open, vines snapping outwards and wrapping around his hand tightly. His heart jumped and thrashed against the cage of ribs restraining it and in the blink of an eye his vision went blurry.

Gasping for breath, he tore out of his sheets, sitting up as his mattress creaked beneath him and his eyes darted around in a panic to find that he was back in his room at home. The crumpled pile of clothes hung over his desk chair was right where he left it, along with abandoned stacks of research strewn over every surface. It wasn’t the first time he’d woken from a dream of the Nemeton since being sacrificed, and with his luck it wouldn’t be the last. The instinct of routine prompted him to glance at his phone on his bedside table where it was plugged into the charger, but before he could reach for it, the rustle of fabric beside him pulled at his attention.

“What is it? You okay?” A soft and groggy hum sounded from his right and soothing hands rubbed over his arm and back. “Stiles?”

“Yeah...I was just dreaming.” He loosened a deep sigh of relief at the sight of Zaida by his side. The flannel shirt she’d borrowed from him was hanging off her shoulders, flashing a thin strap of silk as her long hair swept to the side. Seeing her was enough to calm his heart and settle his soul. “It was weird - it was another one of those dreams within a dream.”

“Inception?” The girl hummed in acknowledgment, calling back to their conversation the night before.

“Yeah…” He nodded as his hand came up to cover her with a squeeze of appreciation. Waking up with her already next to him was so much better than waiting anxiously for her to arrive. Waking up next to her? “Wait a second...Zay, what are you doing here?”

He couldn’t remember falling asleep beside her - or even her arriving at his house. The last he recalled speaking to her was the day before at school…

Stiles’ musings were interrupted by a loud creak and his head snapped towards the door to his room, a chill tracing ghostly fingers down his spine and making his hair stand on end. Staring at the slightly ajar door, he could only see blackness beyond it, but it was not the darkness of night. It felt like a void that was unfilled, as if the hallway that normally lay on the other side was no longer there.

“Hang on…” He mentally brushed aside his previous thoughts, his mind captured by the strange and off-putting feeling hung thick in the air. He peeled back the covers, swinging his feet onto the floor.

“Stiles, where are you going?” Zaida’s brows furrowed as she watched him, propping herself up further.

“I'm just gonna close the door.” He explained, unable to tear his eyes away from it. There was an undeniable force drawing him towards it, though it was not the same as the gravitational pull he felt towards Zaida. This was different - more haunting.

“Just go back to sleep.” Zaida did not let go of him, shuffling closer to wrap her arms around his chest, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“No, no, I should close it…” He insisted, unable to shake those phantom fingertips whose touch lingered on his skin. The safety that had enshrouded him when he’d woken up to Zaida’s comfort was now gone, replaced with a sense of danger.

“Don't worry about it.” Zaida whispered, turning to brush her lips against his neck tenderly, trailing a path to his jaw. His breath caught in his throat but even that was not enough to entice him away from that daunting weight in his stomach. “Stay here, with me…”

“What if someone comes in?” He questioned, eyes not wavering from that black realm beyond the door. He slowly untangled himself from her, standing and inching closer and closer. The further he stepped away from Zaida, the more that feeling grew.

“Like who?” She asked, starting to sound mildly concerned from where she remained in his bed. “Let’s just go back to sleep, Stiles.”

“No...But what if they get in?” He uttered under his breath, the instinct to remain quiet rising within him as he approached his bedroom door, now only a few paces away.

“What if who gets in? Stiles, just leave it. Please, Stiles,” Zaida’s voice flitted from behind him, starting to grow shrill with worry. “Please, Stiles...Stiles, come back to bed.”

“It’s okay, I’m just going to look.” He reassured her as he reached out to grip the door handle. “I just need to see if anyone’s there…”

“Stiles, please. Don't, Stiles! Don't!” Zaida’s voice rose along with her panic as she begged him not to move any further. “Don't go in there, please don't! Please, Stiles, don't!”

Once his hand closed over the cold door handle, it was as if his body took over. Stiles didn’t think he could have pulled away even if he wanted to. Instead of heeding Zaida’s warning, he tugged the door open to reveal pure darkness. Venturing further, he recognised the crunch of leaves beneath his feet and his vision adjusted to find that he was surrounded by looming trees. Whipping backwards to search for Zaida, he found she was no longer there - neither was the doorway he had just stepped through. Instead he was faced with that wide, unyielding stump.

The Nemeton.

“It's just a dream…” he muttered to himself in realisation, his head clearing. “This is just a dream...It's just a dream…”

No, no, no, not again. Not again. Not again! His heart dropped into his stomach as his eyes were suddenly flooded with a blinding brightness and he winced to block it out, hearing the familiar buzz of the lacrosse field floodlights. Lifting his hands to cover his ears as the buzz grew louder, he tried to drown out the noise with his own yells.

“Get it out of your head, Stiles. You're dreaming, all right?” He began to beat against his head, hoping that something - that anything - might help pull him back out of this hellish dreamscape. “So, wake up, Stiles. Wake up, Stiles. WAKE UP!”

Sleep tugged at Stiles’ eyes heavily, making the act of opening his eyes a difficult one. Blinking against the bright light of day streaming through his windows, he turned his head to see the door to his bedroom wide open and his father knocking lightly at the wooden frame.

“Hey, time to get up, kiddo.” He grinned, gripping a half-empty coffee mug in his hand with a faint smile. “Get your butt to school!”

His body ached with fatigue as he dragged himself out of bed, not bothering to change his shirt but swapping out his flannel bottoms for a pair of dark jeans Zaida had insisted were a wardrobe staple. He moved almost on autopilot as he skipped breakfast as he drove Roscoe to school, pulling into his favourite parking spot beneath a shady tree at the front entrance. Finding Scott wasn’t hard, considering he spotted the wolf parking his motorbike a few spaces over. Hurrying out of his Jeep and locking it behind him, Stiles half-jogged over to his best friend, falling into step beside him as they walked towards a side entrance.

“Hey Scotty, I gotta tell you something,” He rushed to explain the phenomenon he had been researching recently. Last night’s experience had solidified his theory.

“You had another nightmare?” Scott guessed, his keen senses picking up on something no human could have.

“Yeah, but it wasn’t just any nightmare. It was a nightmare within a nightmare, like ‘Inception’, you know?” He brought up the same movie that had helped Zaida understand the concept, but at Scott’s blank expression he gathered the werewolf hadn’t seen that either. Seriously, what movies had he seen? “Basically, every time I thought it was over, I was in another dream.”

“And you couldn't wake up?” Scott clarified with drawn brows, tugging at his backpack straps.

“Nope, and it was beyond terrifying. You ever hear of sleep paralysis?” Stiles continued on his train of thought.

“Uh, no. Do I want to?” His tone ticked upwards in confusion and apprehension.

“Have you ever had a dream where you feel like you're about to wake up, but you can't move or talk?” Stiles tried to reach for words to describe the phenomenon clearly.

“Yeah. Yeah, I've had that.” Scott nodded with pursed lips, obviously recalling his own haunting dreams. Stiles knew that they had both been having them - as well as Allison - since dying and coming back. It was simply that none of them had been able to bring themselves to talk about it openly yet, or to begin to question why.

“It happens because, during REM sleep, your body is basically paralyzed. It's called muscle atonia - that way, if you start dreaming about running, you don't actually start running in your bed.” His hands moved animatedly as he spoke, taking the steps up towards the school. “But sometimes, your mind can wake up before your body does. So, for this split second, you're actually aware that your body is paralyzed.”

“And that's the terrifying part.” Scott nodded in understanding as he followed his best friend into the building.

“It turns your dream into a nightmare. You can feel like you're falling, like you're being strangled, or, in my case, like you're at the centre of a grove of magical trees where human sacrifices took place.” Stiles drawled sarcastically, weaving his way through students in the corridor towards home room.

“You think it means something?” The werewolf questioned, taking his usual seat at the table the two of them always shared.

“What if what we did that night…” Stiles winced, not wanting to explicitly narrate the memories. “What if it's still affecting us?”

“Post-traumatic stress?” Scott clarified, suggesting the probable - and normal - cause.

“Or something…” Stiles trailed off vaguely, unable to put his finger on that strange and daunting sense of danger that he couldn’t shake. It had followed him even out of his dream into reality, which hadn’t yet happened before. Unless…his heart jolted in his chest as the thought crossed his mind. “But, you want to know what scares me the most? I'm not even sure this is real.”

Stiles’ throat was raw and hoarse from screaming when he awoke for the fourth time that night, unable to move until his body finally obeyed his mind, tearing forward out of his sheets while his stomach leapt to his throat. The room was dark around him and Fear’s sharp talons gripped his heart as he thrashed, trying to rip the covers off his sweating body to relieve some of the overwhelming heat and pressure as the door to his bedroom was flung open. Stiles barely registered the blur of a figure racing inside amidst his panic, feeling arms clamp down around him to restrain his movements. Still screaming, he thrashed against the man, desperate to escape until he heard his father’s voice soothing him.

“Hey, hey, hey! It’s okay, it’s okay,” Noah Stilinski cooed, pulling Stiles further into his lap as he held the boy to stop him from hurting himself, feeling his muscles ease as his screaming finally quietened to heavy breathing. “You’re okay. You’re alright…”

“Count with me, Stiles,” Zaida’s voice flitted through his mind and even just the memory of the sound was enough to give him a semblance of control. “Everything is okay. Now you’re going to count with me, alright? Five things…”

“I need to…Need to count,” Stiles gasped for air, that relentless crushing weight in his chest preventing his lungs from expanding.

Five things. The chair was piled with clothes. The room was littered with stacks of papers. His school bag was leaning against the leg of his desk. The moonlight filtered through the blinds, shining against the far wall. The bedroom door was wide open, though this time the hallway could be seen on the other side instead of that black void.

Four things. His body felt hot and sweaty. The covers clung to his skin uncomfortably. The air against his skin was cooling. That pressure in his chest was starting to ease.

Three things. The breeze outside rustled the leaves of the trees lining his window. His father was still whispering reassurances as he pulled away, patting him on the back. His breathing was less ragged, evening itself out.

Two things. He could smell his own sweat in the air, and the faint odor of his dad’s aftershave.

One thing. As his tongue darted out to wet his cracked and dry lips, he could taste salt.

“You’re okay, son,” Noah was still murmuring comfortingly, relieved to see Stiles was visibly calmer as he pulled away, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to sit up.

“Sorry I woke you up,” Stiles winced as he caught a glimpse of the clock that read well past three in the morning, remembering that his father had work in only a few hours.

“It’s alright, Stiles,” The Sheriff shook his head with a deep and heavy sigh, following his son’s gaze as his eyes stared almost longingly at the phone plugged into the charger on his bedside table. “You want to call her?”

“What?” Stiles’ brows pulled together in surprise at his father’s words, tearing his gaze away from the phone that was tempting him to do something he promised himself he wouldn’t.

“Zaida? You don’t have to pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Noah smiled faintly. He knew - about the nights that the girl would sneak in during the middle of the night to comfort him. He’d known the whole time. “You can call her - I’m not going to stop you.”

“No, I can’t call her,” Stiles’ shoulder sagged, his face falling. He’d sworn to himself he would give her the space she’d asked for, and that included right now, even when every atom in his body was begging him to give in.

“Why?” His father asked with a concerned tone. It was no secret how he felt about the pairing. “Did something happen?”

“I made a move on her but she wasn’t ready, so I promised I’d give her time to work some things out.” He explained with a shaky breath, focusing on keeping himself grounded.

“Well, at least you finally took your head out of your own ass and realised how you feel about her - and how she feels about you.” The Sheriff tried to look on the bright side, remaining positive. “With the rate you two were moving at, I thought you might never figure it out.”

“Yeah, well, Scott brought me to my senses,” Stiles snorted at the mention of how oblivious he’d been.

“Just…don’t mess this up, son.” Noah smiled softly as he got up from the mattress, undoubtedly about to head back to bed to get what little sleep he still could before work. “You two are good for each other. I think this could really be it.”

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded, his heart swelling at the thought of the girl with the long dark tresses and bright hazel eyes. “I think so too.”

He couldn’t deny it. Every time he found himself thinking about his future recently - every time he imagined what might come next - she was there beside him. Tonight was another testament to that, as even in his nightmares she was with him. It seemed as though his mind couldn’t conjure up a reality without Zaida in it.

Zaida wrapped her arms around herself as she walked slowly through the deserted roads, her path illuminated purely by moonlight in the gaps between the street lamps. There was a slight chill in the air during this time of night that was a refreshing change to the heat that still hung over the day. But the wind had nothing to do with the way her hairs prickled at the back of her neck, causing her to look over her shoulder every few paces to reassure what she already knew was the truth - which was that no one was behind her. She still couldn’t escape the feeling of eyes on her, though, as she checked her phone, waiting for Stiles to call.

She knew that when they had spoken the day before she had drawn a clear boundary line, but she hadn’t expected him to take it so seriously. She certainly hadn’t thought he’d give her this much space, but despite the disappointment she knew she realistically couldn’t complain. This was what she had asked for. This was what she needed. But it still stung - being woken by his panic as if it were her own and waiting for a call that never came. Going for a walk had been meant to ease her mind, however it did quite the opposite.

By the time she reached the apartment building again, she had convinced herself it was all in her head - a post traumatic stress response. That was until she turned to make sure the door closed behind her and she caught a brief glimpse of a shadowy figure standing across the road. It was gone before her next blink as if it had never been there, and maybe it hadn’t been. But it was enough to make her question herself. Enough for her to triple-check she’d locked the door to the apartment before she went back to bed.

“He had another nightmare last night,” Zaida pursed her lips as she hiked her large bag strap further up on her shoulder, walking leisurely beside Lydia from the car park towards the school building. “I could feel it. I woke up in a panic and only just managed to force my blocks back up.”

“He didn’t call you?” Lydia arched a brow in partial disbelief, her heels clacking against the concrete walkway.

“No, I told you, he’s been giving me space to work things out. But that’s not the point - I couldn’t go back to sleep, so I went for a walk-” Zaida began to explain what she had originally been getting at, brushing off the stab of disappointment in her gut, when the redhead interrupted her with a stern glower.

“In the middle of the night? I thought we said you weren’t going to do that anymore. Deucalion is still on the loose, remember?” Lydia huffed in frustration with the girl’s lack of safety.

“Like I could forget,” The brunette rolled her eyes. “Look, I think someone’s been following me. I got this feeling the last time I walked to Stiles’ house - like someone was watching me. I felt it again last night, and…I think I saw someone.”

“You felt like you were being followed and yet you went out again ? That’s some cheap horror-movie mentality, Zay, and it’s not like you at all.” Lydia shook her head in concern. “Are you sure you saw someone?”

“I don’t know…” Zaida chewed on her bottom lip, still unconvinced. “It was like a flash of shadow - it was gone before I could even register what I saw.”

“Paranoia and delusion are common with PTSD,��� Lydia spouted facts like an audiobook as they approached the stairs. “Let’s hope it’s that because in this case, the alternative is definitely the worse option. And these twilight strolls? No more. You need to stop - it’s not safe.”

“Yeah, I know,” Zaida sighed, pausing when she caught sight of a familiar cut of dark brown hair whipping about as a girl sprinted up the steps in a frantic hurry, looking as if she was being chased. Or like she thought she was being chased. “...Is that Allison?”

Lydia didn’t answer, she simply gripped Zaida’s hand and tugged her forward, both girls rushing after their panicked friend and catching up right as the taller girl threw the double doors open and entered the hallway, freezing like a deer in headlights.

“Allison?” The redhead asked, reaching out to brush the huntress’ arm, snapping her out of her trance-like state as the shrill bell rang for home room. “Are you okay?

“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine,” Allison cleared her throat, getting her bearings as she continued to walk through the corridor, fixing her frazzled hair.

“You’re not fine,” Zaida scoffed, her stomach fluttering with a foreign sense of anxiety. “And something tells me you’re not the only one.”

“Stiles?” Lydia indirectly questioned whether she’d connected to the boy once more, but Zaida shook her head.

“It’s Scott,” She clarified, and hooked her arm through Allison’s, dragging her along and knowing Lydia would follow as she led the way. Zaida followed that twisting in her stomach as it strengthened, allowing the door in her mind to remain open just a crack. Her discipline over her power was getting a lot stronger, but she still hadn’t mastered maintaining control when she wasn’t paying attention - hence the incident that night with accidentally connecting to Stiles whilst she was unconscious.

They wound through hallways and out a side door to find the very duo they were searching for talking near the grand staircase that connected the sports fields to the outdoor cafeteria.

“You don't look all right, Scott.” Stiles was saying to the werewolf, gripping the boys’ shoulders to steady him.

“I'm okay.” Scott nodded insistently, but he too had that frantic look behind his eyes.

“No, you're not. It's happening to you, too - you're seeing things, aren't you?” Stiles asked with a grim expression. None of them missed the implication that stiles too had been experiencing something similar.

“Come on,” Zaida urged the girls either side of her as they approached the two with a sense of urgency.

“How did you know?” Scott’s lips parted in shock as he gawked at his best friend right as Lydia swooped in.

“Because it's happening to all three of you.” She stated with Allison and Zaida both standing behind her in mild discomfort - Zaida because of the way Stiles was staring at her, and Allison because of the state she’d been caught in.

“You’re seeing things too?” Zaida asked Stiles in a soft voice, betraying her worry for him.

“It’s more like I’m not seeing things. Not clearly, at least.” He swallowed thickly, and instead of explaining further at the confused expressions of the others, he turned to Scott. The group trailed after him as he started to head inside the school building. “For me it’s mainly the nightmares - full-body paralysis. What did you see?”

“My shadow…it was shifting. It’s been happening all day - started with claws and turned into a full wolf. Like Peter,” Scott gulped in admittance, glancing back at Allison behind him.

“I saw Kate,” The huntress revealed in a dry voice. “She was coming after me.”

“Well, well, well...Look who's no longer the crazy one.” Lydia trilled in a sing-song voice, crossing her arms over her chest as they trudged past the walls of lockers.

“We're not crazy!” Allison insisted defensively and Zaida pursed her lips to stop her smart-ass remark form escaping.

“Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine.” The redhead’s words dripped in sarcasm and Zaida couldn’t hide her half-smirk of amusement.

“We did die and come back to life…” Scott pointed out in a hushed tone. “That's gotta have some side effects, right?”

“Yeah, side effects that only seem to be getting worse. What’s next?” Zaida muttered under her breath, her brows drawing together in a frown.

“We keep an eye on each other, okay?” Stiles’s eyes moved from each person to the next sternly, landing on the redhead as the second bell went for class, indicating they had all missed home room. “And Lydia? Stop enjoying this so much.”

“What?” The redhead shrugged almost sheepishly behind her barely concealed smile.

“Come on, we’re already late,” Zaida rolled her eyes at her friend, gripping her hand and dragging her along with the rest of them towards their first class of the day - history.

They all dispersed upon entering the classroom to find whatever free seats were available, pulling out their books whilst the new teacher wrote his name up on the chalkboard.

“Good morning, everyone. My name is Mr. Yukimura. I'll be taking over for your previous history teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago. I'm sure, by now, you all know my daughter, Kira?” The man had a bright and sunny disposition that was a refreshing surprise as he called all of their attention to a girl sitting in the back of the classroom with a small gesture.

The girl - Kira - sank into her seat, her face burning in embarrassment as almost every student in the room turned to look at her. Allison and Lydia were too busy whispering amongst themselves about that morning’s events to pay attention, but Zaida stole a backwards glance. Kira shared the same sleek black hair and dark almond eyes, but had a vastly different face shape. Just when Zaida thought it couldn't get any worse for the girl, her father continued speaking.

“...Or, you might not, since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school...Or brought a friend home, for that matter…” He trailed off awkwardly and the girl slumped over her desk, burying her face in her hands while Mr Yukimura continued. “Either way, there she is! Now, let's begin with American history at the turn of the 20th century…”

When Zaida turned back around to pay attention to her books, she noticed Scott flashing the new girl a friendly smile. Normally - as someone who was always the new girl - she felt she had a civil duty to make sure any other new students’ transitions went smoothly. However, with the state of their lives at the moment she knew that Kira would probably be better off without them.