#when allison died and lydia could feel it i think my heart broke into 1 million pieces i cannot take this shit

[caccry]

They should have kissed

[hepaidattention]

denial

part 2

where Allison never died in s3 and Lydia and Stiles are still going strong in the flirting game but still stubborn, so Allison decides to set them up (with Scott’s help of course).

part 1 can be found here

Scott would be lying if he said he wasn't surprised to see Allison's name pop up on his phone screen as he played video games in his room. The names to pop up are usually Stiles and his mom. Seeing Lydia's name was a little more normal - he even got one from her earlier, telling him that Stiles was in the works of a terribly stupid plan and he needed to distract him from it. Hence the video games they were now playing together. Isaac was a little more regular, Isaac just wasn’t much of a texter. Point is, there were a lot of people in his life that he would expect to be texting him at 7 o’clock on a Tuesday night. However, Allison was not one he would expect. 

There was a time in his life where Allison was the most common name to pop up. But now, now she was with Isaac and things have been especially weird and tense since her almost dying thing. She said a few things, they both said a few things that might have made things even more awkward now than ever. It was by a miracle that Scott was able to even heal her enough to get her to a hospital in time. Even Scott thought they had lost her forever that night. 

Isaac was there in his room too, defeating Stiles in the game with a triumphant grin on his face. Stiles just looked like this gave him even more reason to hate him. Now that Isaac and Allison were officially dating, Stiles claims that Isaac broke some kind of bro code and he shouldn't be allowed over his threshold. Scott doesn't care though; Isaac's his friend. Besides the guy lived here most of the time, where else would he go?

Stiles, his attention now split, of course noticed Scott's uneasiness. Probably because he died a while ago and has shown zero interest in rejoining. Stiles was now frantically glancing from the game to zombie-like Scott, trying to catch his eye. It wasn't until his half baked attention span made him lose (Isaac cheering over his success) that Stiles turned to Scott and asked, "You okay there buddy?"

"Yeah, yeah," Scott locked his phone screen. He couldn't make himself open the text. He was sure it was probably something small, like 'hey do you have the history homework for tomorrow', but there was too much pressure for him to open it right now. He couldn't do it with two pairs of peering eyes now watching him. "Sorry, just started thinking. Got a little distracted. How about another round?"

"I'm down." Isaac tried to sound cool, but he sounded more enthusiastic about it then anything. With his permanently smug expression, he weaved his hands behind his head and leaned back, as if winning this game was a walk in the park.

"Of course you are Lahey," Stiles glared at him, his temper boiling when Isaac even breathed loudly. "Hey, why don't you do Scotty boy here a favor and go get him some water. He looks parched."

The weirdest thing about Isaac is now that he stole his alpha’s/friend’s ex-girlfriend, he did everything for Scott. Scott hated it. Stiles? Well he thoroughly enjoyed it.

Isaac shrugged. "Yeah, okay, I could use a drink." He got up and walked out, not even questioning it.

Scott waited until he left to say, "I'm not even-"

"Not all of us have a servant to wait at us hands and feet, okay now Scotty? Some of us, when thirsty, have to stretch a little truth to get even the simplest of things." He leaned back into the beanie bag and sighed. "Now what did Allison say?"

Scott's eyes widened and he looked behind them in case of Isaac before hissing, "How did you know she-?"

"You've been staring at her name on your screen for the past 10 minutes there, buddy. You're not exactly stealthy about it."

Scott smirked back at him and winced, it was this look that he gave Stiles a lot. Stiles knew it as ‘yeah okay well you don’t know everything thank you very much smartass’, but that was just general speculation. Nothing was set in stone. Scott looked back down at his phone fearfully as he said, "Like you can talk. You've spent all day staring at the clock, counting down the hours until you can go faun over Lydia Martin as she bosses you around again."

Stiles gave Scott that distinct look in return, this time it said 'you can't turn this around on me'. "Yeah, okay, whatever - I see what you’re doing. And I don't know what you’re talking about - I'm not seeing Lydia later."

Scott arched a brow, "That's not what Lydia said."

Stiles clearly wanted to ask what Lydia did say, but he was too smart for the bait. Scott knew it seemed to easy. Instead Stiles said, "So what you’re saying is you haven't even opened the text then?"

Scott puddled into the floor in shame, "Nope."

"C'mon man, she's probably just checking up, right? I mean, you've been really weird around her lately. Like borderline schizoid weird. Maybe she's just trying to clear some air so you'll stop dodging her every time you see her in the halls."

Scott frowned, "Have I really been that weird?"

"Scott," Stiles blinked, his face fallen, "yesterday she asked you for a pencil in class and you stared at her for five whole minutes before you gave her like ten. Then when she said she only needed one, you didn’t respond but instead you gave her like ten more."

"She loses her pencils a lot," Scott defended, "it was for later."

Before they could finish their conversation Isaac reappeared with the water. He handed it to Scott, which Stiles then took from his hands before he could even think about drinking it and took a long sip. Isaac flopped back into the beanie bag when Stiles said, "Hey, Scotty here's stomach is growling. You should go make your true alpha a sandwich, Lahey."

Isaac started to stand.

"Isaac, no stop -" Scott shot a glare at Stiles, clearly annoyed with his antics. "I don't need a sandwich, I'm fine."

"Okay," Isaac shrugged, "I'm gonna go make one for me then. I’ll make extra just in case." He walked out and Scott gave Stiles his 'I'm a disappointed mom' look.

"What? He’s hungry too, he said it himself.” Scott’s face didn’t change. Stiles sighed, “C’mon - Scott, he's like a puppy. He will willingly do anything the fuck I want for you and he doesn't even think twice. You could ask him to jump off a bridge for you and he'd probably do it."

"And that's definitely not something we're going to test." Scott gave him a warning glare before leaning back in his seat and looking back at his phone screen. "He just feels bad about Allison and he shouldn't, I don't have some kind of claim over her. We've been broken up for a while now."

"If it doesn't bother you so much, then why don't you just open the text from Allison?"

Stiles was attempting to make Scott admit something, but he actually had a really good point. Him and Allison were over, no matter what they might have said to each other that night. He needed to toughen up and read the text.

"You know what? You're right, Stiles." Scott unlocked his phone and clicked on the message in one swift motion. 

"That's not something I hear very often." Stiles watched, trying to read the text over Scott's shoulder. "What does it say? Was I right? Does she need to return to you all the unneeded pencils now?"

To Scott's surprise, it was about Stiles himself. Stiles and Lydia, to be more precise. Scott locked the screen again, just in time before Stiles got a glance at it. He just shrugged it off and said, "She just has question about history homework. I'll answer it later."

Stiles knew he was lying. Scott could tell by the look in his eyes, he didn't believe a word he just said. "Yeah alright, sound like believable bullshit at least." He deadpanned. "Not any chance you're going to actually tell me what she said, is there?"

"It's just about homework Stiles, that's it."

Stiles sighed and pulled out his phone now, his eyes on the time again. "I knew it. She wants to return the pencils. No normal human being needs that many pencils. Why do you even have that many pencils?"

"I always come to school prepared." Scott was reading the text again, now that Stiles was occupied with his own phone.

Stiles raised a brow, the corner of his lips sliding up to the side. "You know, just in case you break all twenty pencils with your werewolf super strength before lunch?"

“Ha ha,” Scott said with heavy sarcasm, probably something he learned from Stiles himself. 

The text said, "I need your help. Stiles and Lydia, as we both know, are in denial about being completely in love. We have to do something or I'm going to lose my shit. Meet me tomorrow morning at my locker. DON'T bring Stiles."

Scott was grinning to himself, something he wasn't aware of until Isaac with a mouthful of sandwich said, "What's got you so giddy?" He entered the room and dropped a plate of sandwiches at the floor in front of all of them. "You look like someone sent you that video of that dog who helps people cross the street again."

Stiles was now suspicious, looking away from his evident Lydia texting so he could check over Scott’s shoulder again to see the screen. Lucky for Scott his phone was back to being locked. Both boys were looking at him like he was up to something and he needed to change the subject. He decided on casually smiling as he picked up his remote control and said, "Who's ready to get their butts whooped?"

Stiles, taking a big bite out of his sandwich said, "Let's hope that answer is you."

As Scott royally got his butt handed to him in the video game, he looked down to see another text from Allison. When Stiles wasn’t looking he opened it, glancing down in between rounds to see it say: Take it back. Tonight. 9pm. Pick me up.

Scott had to keep his heart from racing the rest of the night. 

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read part 3 here 

[when-they-write-stuff]

Kiss Me Hard (Before You Go)

pairing: sterek

word count: 5350

note: a ko-fi commission for the lovely @guess-thats-me who requested "I'd love to see some Stiles courting Derek with cute kisses and fluff. I trust you do that justice!" and I totally loved writing this. Soft kisses (plus some 5+1 things) are my favorite ever.

1. 

Stiles wasn’t sure how it started.

Okay, he was. 

Stiles had been trying to get under Derek’s skin for weeks now. He thought he was doing a good job, but clearly not good enough because Derek still hadn’t done anything yet. ‘Done anything’ meaning anything other than slamming him into walls and growling a lot.

‘Done anything’ also meant finally manning up (werewolfing up?) and finally asking him out. Or maybe just kissing him. Or at least doing something other than giving him red-eyed looks that made Stiles’s stomach flip and then continuing to be grumpy for the rest of the day.

Because Stiles knew that could all happen, dammit. Erica had flat out told him Derek was harboring a crush and even Scott had admitted his scent and heartbeats changed when Stiles was around. Things could be happening, dammit. But Derek wasn’t giving Stiles any leeway.

So Stiles had decided to take matters into his own hands.

This might have involved doing everything he could to get under Derek’s skin. And not just in an irritating or annoying way, but in a tempting and alluring way. Because Stiles could be alluring, dammit! He had skills.

On day thirteen he wasn’t so sure he had skills.

Stiles had tried everything. He’d tried walking around with no shirt, then he’d started walking around in just boxers. But all that did was get him kicked out of the pack house when it was raining outside. 

From there, Stiles had tried to be seductive. Lydia, with tremendous amounts of sighing and complaining, had attempted to help him. But apparently, Stiles wasn’t good at being seductive. 

Lydia had told him his lips were one of his best features, so Stiles decided to walk around pushing his lips out for the next three days. When that did nothing but earn him strange looks, he went around chewing on everything in sight instead; a packet of Twizzlers he kept in his back pocket, any kind of pen he could find, the strings of his hoodie when he was desperate.

But then Derek informed him that the pen he was chewing on had been found underneath the fridge earlier and Stiles proceeded to heave his lungs out for the rest of the day.

Stiles didn’t know what else to do. Derek was a stubborn-headed asshole who refused to give him a chance and Stiles was running out of ideas.

So he tried to kick things up a notch.

The first time was when they were training. Derek had recently started telling Stiles he was now required to join in and at first, Stiles hadn’t been happy about that at all.

But then he’d gotten pinned to the floor a couple dozen times by Derek and he thought he could learn to cope. Because Stiles was a teenage boy, okay? Getting pinned to the floor by a much stronger and much sweatier shirtless man checked off all his boxes.

Things ended a little differently this time.

When Derek kicked out his feet and drove him to the mat that day, just like every other time, Stiles was out of breath and panting. Sweat ran down his forehead and soaked through his shirt and Derek crowded over him, pinning his wrists against the floor and eyes colored a little red.

But this time, Stiles grinned up at him as Derek glowered.

“You were too slow, Stiles.”

“Yup,” Stiles said, popping the p. “Guess you got me again, Sourwolf!”

Derek blinked at him and Stiles’s grinned widened.

“Good match, dude!”

And then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against Derek’s nose. The man froze and all colors of Alpha red faded from his eyes. Across the room, Erica burst out into laughter. Stiles tilted his head and just smiled and Derek stared at him for a long moment.

Then the man shoved himself up and turned, stalking away. Stiles sat up slowly, gazing after him, and his heart stopped thudding so hard against his chest. He watched Derek splash water onto his face from the nearby sink and then stalk up the basement stairs, vanishing from sight.

Erica cackled.

“I think you broke out Alpha, Stiles,” she said. Stiles grinned triumphantly and just shrugged, pushing himself up. He’d finally gotten a reaction; and that was only the start.

Stiles had a plan.

 2.

 The second time, things weren’t exactly going to plan.

Not necessarily in a bad way, but… yeah, kind of in a bad way. They’d been facing off the current monster of the week, a wendigo, and things had been going fine until Derek had been slashed all the way across the back.

Stiles had panicked. 

He’d dropped his bat, abandoned the fight, and reached Derek first, dropping to his knees at the man’s side. The sound of Derek’s pained roar still echoed through his ears and he was pretty sure if Derek died, he might die too. Because that couldn’t happen. This couldn’t happen. Derek wasn’t allowed to die.

The man wasn’t dead. But he had collapsed to the ground, breathing shallowly, and his shirt was all but shredded. The wound wasn’t healing very fast. The injury itself nearly made Stiles hurl.

He heard the faint sound of Scott’s howl and then the wendigo’s roar cut off. Stiles didn’t have to look over his shoulder to know the threat had been taken care of. His fingers fluttered over Derek’s open back and panic rose in his throat.

“What do I do, Derek, what do I do?”

“Nothing,” Derek said, groaning into the dirt. “It’ll heal.”

“Dude, your entire back is literally open! That’s not going to heal!”

“It will,” Derek snarled, starting to push himself up. But then he made a pained noise and dropped back down, his eyes fluttering closed in defeat. “It’ll just take a while.”

“So what, you’re just going to lay here until things are all better?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my god.” Stiles hated everything sometimes. He didn’t know how laying still was possibly going to fix things but… but maybe the wound didn’t look quite as bad now as it had before. Stiles still knelt at his side, looking at Derek’s face screwed up in pain, and wished there was something more he could do.

Scott and the others approached carefully. Stiles glanced over at them.

“He’ll be okay.”

Erica whined softly and Boyd wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Derek glanced at them, his breaths not quite as panting anymore. “I’ll be okay.”

“Is there anything we can do?” Scott asked, studying the wound. Derek shook his head. 

“Just—” he groaned as he pushed himself up a little. Stiles wanted to yell and shove the man back down, but he was pretty sure that would only make things worse. “Just take care of the body. The rest of you head back to the loft and get cleaned up. You still have school tomorrow.”

Stiles blinked at him. The other betas nodded and started to turn away, but there was no chance Stiles was moving.

Derek glared at him. “Go, Stiles.”

“Uh, no way in hell dude. I’m not leaving you lying out here in the middle of nowhere. There could be— could be— bears!”

“Bears.”

“Yes, or mountain lions. Or coyotes. Or something else that might like to snack on a helpless Alpha werewolf!”

“I’m not helpless,” Derek said, glaring at him. Stiles rolled his eyes and turned toward the betas, waving a hand through the air.

“Begone, pups, I know two of you haven’t done your homework yet. I’ll make sure your Alpha doesn’t get snacked on by wild animals and bring him back to the loft when he’s healed.”

Boyd nodded gratefully and led the other two back toward Derek’s Camaro. Scott hesitated a moment longer and Stiles put on his best smile.

“Go on, dude, I’m fine. I totally felt like sitting out in the middle of the preserve in the middle of the night anyway.”

“Stiles—”

Stiles ignored Derek’s growl, waving Scott off. The boy still hesitated a moment longer before Allison took his elbow and started to pull him away. Stiles sat back with a sigh, pulling his knees into his chest as he sank into a more comfortable position. Derek continued to glare at him.

Stiles only grinned. “Feeling any better yet?”

“Go home, Stiles.”

“That’s not the answer I was looking for, Sourwolf. Seriously, dude, half of your back is opened up right now. I’d find that very gross if I hadn’t spent most of my high school career seeing wounds like that. I mean, it’s still gross, but not nearly as gross as it probably would’ve been two years ago. I’m not going to faint or anything.”

“Stiles.”

“Yes?”

“Go home.”

“That’s cute, dude. Hey, look at you, you’re sitting up now! Props for that, Sourwolf. I was starting to think you might never walk again.”

Derek glared even harder at him. The man  was  sitting up now, but he winced at the movement. Stiles craned his neck and tried to get a better view, and then regretted that. Derek’s shirt was stained with blood. It ran in drying trickles all the way down his back and pooled into the grass. Stiles retched a little and pulled away.

“Oh my god, just kidding. I’m not any better than I was two years ago. That’s so gross.”

“Then don’t look.”

“Don’t tell me not to look because then I’ll want to look.”

“Stiles, just keep your eyes to yourself.”

“Great, now you sound like my mean old fifth-grade teacher, except she would’ve been talking about my hands.”

Derek leveled him with a flat look and Stiles chuckled nervously, turning his eyes down to said hands. The panic at seeing Derek collapse had subsided some, but he was still trembling a little. Derek’s gaze zeroed in on the action and his brows furrowed.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Seriously, dude?”

The man raised a brow and Stiles rolled his eyes.

“I was worried , Sourwolf.”

“About me.”

“No, about the wendigo. Yes, dude, about you! I don’t know if it’s possible for guts to come out of your back but if it were, I’d say you were pretty close, Sourwolf.”

“I’m healing.”

“Yeah, turtle slow.”

Derek grumbled something Stiles didn’t catch and he sighed, glancing at the wound again. Derek wasn’t wrong; it was getting better. Slowly, but it was closing itself back up at least. The man was sitting with his arms wrapped around his knees now and his face was screwed even tighter. Stiles tried to discreetly scooch closer but was pretty sure he failed. 

“Does it still hurt?”

 “No, Stiles, my back is open but I can’t feel a thing.”

“I swear to god, Derek, don’t give me that attitude. Do you really want me to leave? Do you really want to sit out here all by your lonesome while your back slowly stitches itself back together?”

Derek held his gaze for a long moment before lowering his eyes. Stiles could’ve sworn he heard a soft  ‘no’ but he couldn’t be sure. Still, he didn’t leave.

“I just want to be here for you,” Stiles mumbled. Derek tensed a little but didn’t say another word. Stiles glanced over and watched as he shifted uncomfortably, trying to pick at the shirt that stuck to his skin and wincing every time. Stiles sighed and moved closer. “Let me.”

“Stiles—”

“Let me, Derek.”

The man grunted and stopped shifting. Stiles picked at the ripped t-shirt with careful fingers, peeling it away from the wound. Blood covered his fingers and Stiles wrinkled his nose but didn’t stop. Soon, Derek’s back was bared and Stiles realized the wound really wasn’t as bad as he’d thought. Still bad, but not terrible.

Stiles looked it over, tracing careful fingers across the man’s shoulder. Derek shivered and leaned into his touch and Stiles’s stomach flipped.

“It could be worse,” he said softly. “You’ll be okay.”

“I know that.”

“Yeah,” Stiles murmured. Before he could let himself think, he leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss against the man’s shoulder. Derek went impossibly tense before closing his eyes with a soft sigh. Stiles smiled slightly. “You’ll be okay.”

He was pretty sure they sat out there for another few hours, but Stiles had stopped counting the time. He only knew that when the sun touched the horizon, Stiles was trudging back into his bedroom, the exhaustion was crashing over him in waves.

Still, he didn’t regret staying. Not one bit.

Not for Derek.

 3.

 The third time, Stiles was pretty sure it was a heat of the moment decision.

It was pack movie night and Lydia had picked the movie, which meant they were watching the Notebook. Stiles didn’t really mind, but he hated the ending. He didn’t do crying during movies. Especially around a bunch of werewolves.

Apparently, the rest of the pack felt the same. Because when the end of the movie started to come, more than half of them got up and wandered away. Isaac claimed he wanted more popcorn, Scott said he needed a drink, and Jackson said he just didn’t care. Soon, it was only Stiles, Derek, and the girls left. 

Stiles rolled his eyes and burrowed deeper into his blanket. Derek shifted at his side, gaze never leaving the TV.

Stiles’s eyes tracked sideways and he found himself studying Derek’s face. He could’ve sworn the man’s eyes were turning a little red. Stiles stared.

“Derek,” he whispered, and the man finally looked over. Stiles smirked a bit. “Are you crying?”

“... No.”

“You are!”

“Shut up,” Derek said, flashing his red eyes. None of the others had torn their eyes off the TV except for Erica, and she was smirking at both of them. Stiles smothered some of his grin and shrugged.

“I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, Sourwolf, just that you should be careful. There might be a mutiny if the rest of the pack discovers you have emotions.”

“You’re an idiot, Stiles.”

“And you’re a little Softiewolf.”

The man rolled his eyes and refused to glance over again. Stiles snorted and glanced down; his eyes landed on Derek’s hand, which rested only a few inches from his knee. Carefully, he reached over and brushed his fingers over the tips of Derek’s. The man didn’t move a muscle. 

Stiles chuckled and traced his fingers over the back of Derek’s hand. When the man still refused to move or glance over, Stiles threaded his fingers through Derek’s own.

He was half expecting to get shoved off the couch of maybe kicked out of the room. But Derek only froze for a moment and then Stiles blinked as the man squeezed his hand a little tighter. Stiles’s chest turned warm and he turned his eyes back toward the TV, watching the rest of the movie with a small smile on his face.

By the time it was over, Stiles’s hand was all gross and sweaty. But Derek still hadn’t pulled away so he didn’t either. And when the rest of the pack wandered into the kitchen, the TV screen now black, Stiles didn’t move. Erica gave them one more smirking look before following and then they were left alone.

Stiles nervously wet his lips and glanced over. Derek rolled his eyes and still didn’t look over.

“So, Sourwolf,” Stiles said coyly. “Any other movies that make you cry?”

“Shut up.”

“Let me guess. Titanic.”

“Stiles.”

“No, no, Charlotte’s Web. You’d be a monster if that didn’t make you cry.”

Derek finally gave him an incredulous look and Stiles grinned. But the man only arched an eyebrow, not looking impressed. “How is Charlotte’s Web sad?”

“The spider dies!”

“... The spider dies.”

“Yes,” Stiles said. “She dies. And that’s the saddest thing ever!”

“It’s just a spider.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles said, pulling his hand away. Derek’s eyes sparked a little red at that and Stiles shook his head, unable to believe he was actually having this conversation. “Derek, you soulless bastard. We’re watching that next Friday. I can’t believe you don’t think that’s sad!”

Derek only shrugged, but he was looking at his hand a little unhappily. Stiles resisted the urge to grab it again, pushing himself up instead. His stomach growled.

“I’m going to go eat away my sorrows,” Stiles said, starting by. “You can think about what you’ve done.”

Derek caught his arm before Stiles could pass him, though. The man’s fingers curled into his sleeve and Stiles gazed at them, before meeting Derek’s eyes. The man’s face was a little pink and Stiles’s heart softened.

But then Derek said “Don’t touch the ice cream” and Stiles decided that he changed his mind. He hated the Sourwolf.

“Two seconds ago, I didn’t realize there was ice cream,” Stiles said, peeling Derek’s fingers off of his sleeve and bringing his hand up to his lips. To Derek’s widening eyes, Stiles pressed a chaste kiss across the back of Derek’s hand and then grinned. “I’m going to go eat it now. Thank you!”

The man snarled his name. But Stiles was already dancing away, only thoughts of ice cream on his mind.

He ignored Erica’s smug look as he entered the kitchen.

 4.

 The fourth time, Stiles was pretty sure Derek was starting to realize what was going on. 

It wasn’t like Stiles was planning all of this exactly, but things were happening anyway. His plan had gone off the rails from decision one and Stiles was just rolling with it now.

They were at the nearest diner and Stiles was pretty sure the rest of the pack was supposed to have shown up. But then Derek sat down with a ‘they all canceled’ grunt and Stiles thought the universe was either rooting for him or very, very against everything he did.

It wasn’t like this was a date or anything. Even though Stiles’s heart started to beat harder against his chest and Derek had chosen to sit right next to him instead of the empty booth across the table.

Stiles was starving. So much so, he almost didn’t care that it was just him and Derek alone. So when the waitress came over, Stiles ordered a burger with extra fries and glared at Derek’s judgemental look.

“Don’t give me that, Derek, I’m a growing boy! And I’ll have you know, if the supernatural crazies in this town didn’t make me run around the forest at two in the morning on a school night, maybe I wouldn’t be so hungry all the time.”

The waitress’s eyebrows flew straight up and Derek shot him a dark look, but Stiles only grinned. The young woman chuckled nervously and turned toward Derek, pen brushing against her pad of paper. Her expression changed and her eyes sharpened as she studied his face. 

“And what can I get you, sweetie?”

Stiles’s stomach clenched. He was pretty sure he hadn’t gotten called sweetie. 

Derek seemed to notice, but he didn’t even react. “I’ll have the same.”

“Oh, wow,” Stiles said, elbowing the man in the side. “So you’re allowed to order a burger and extra fries just fine, but I get the judgemental eyebrows?”

Derek gave him a flat look. The waitress put on a small, slightly irritated looking smile at being so obviously ignored and hesitated for a moment longer before flitting away. Stiles tried not to feel smug about that.

“So,” Stiles said. “The rest of the pack canceled, huh?”

“Yes.”

“All of them?”

“What are you implying, Stiles?”

“Nothing,” Stiles said, fiddling with his napkin and suppressing a smile. When Derek’s eyes turned squinty, Stiles just smiled. 

The waitress came back later with their order and drinks, and Stiles’s smile melted at the look she gave Derek and the way her fingers brushed over his arm as she pulled back. Derek shifted a little tensely and Stiles stabbed his straw into his drink, keeping his eyes on her the entire time. He hoped the action was as threatening as he thought.

She didn’t pay him a second glance though, so Stiles didn’t think so.

When the woman left, Derek shot him a look. “What’s wrong with you, Stiles?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your scent is doing… things.”

“Things,” Stiles said, staring at him. Derek’s face turned a little red and he busied himself with his burger instead of answering. Stiles pointedly didn’t address the question asked, busying himself in his own food too. He found some of his smirk returning though.

When the waitress returned to refill their drinks, looking only at Derek and running a finger over the rim of his glass, Stiles noticed the man shifting uncomfortably. She continued to smile and move closer, and then Stiles reacted. 

He probably should have thought before he acted, but then Stiles was pecking Derek’s cheek and he offered his best grin at the waitress. “So, Sourwolf, what do you say about these burgers?”

For a second, the man froze. Then he gave Stiles an odd look; one of fond exasperation mixed with slight relief. Derek glanced at his plate empty before looking back at the waitress. “They were good.”

The woman’s smile was small and tight and she turned away. Stiles snorted.

“I wouldn’t drink the next refill she brings back,” Derek said the moment she was out of earshot. Stiles waved a hand through the air.

“I’m not that thirsty anyway.”

“So what was that, Stiles?”

Stiles paused and glanced at the man. Derek’s expression was unreadable and suddenly, Stiles’s stomach clenched. Instead of providing an honest answer, he just shrugged. “Me saving you? She looked like she was about to start getting handsy.”

Derek nodded quietly. But Stiles could’ve sworn there was a smile tugging at the corners of his lips..

Stiles didn’t touch the next refill the waitress brought back. But Derek let him drink from some of his own.

Stiles let himself be quietly content at that.

 5.

 The fifth time was not an accident at all. But it was a little bit of a mess.

Or at least, Stiles really hoped it wasn’t an accident. He paced Derek’s bedroom rambling about flying monkeys and how dead the pack was if they didn’t figure out how to reverse the current witch’s spell, while Derek nursed his newest wound and ignored him. But then one moment, the man was touching a cloth to the open gash across his chest and the next, he was looking sharply at Stiles with narrowed eyes.

Stiles stopped mid ramble and raised an eyebrow. “Uh, Derek?”

“Do you ever think about the things you say?” Derek asked. And it wasn’t like Stiles couldn’t remember the last time Derek hadn’t told him that. Still, he backtracked and thought over his previous words before blinking in confusion. He was pretty sure he hadn’t said anything totally uncalled for.

“... No?”

Derek growled something and pressed the rag too hard against his wound. His hissed sharply as a result and Stiles yelped as it began to bleed even more, stumbling across the room toward the man.

“Woah, woah, let me help. You’re just going to make it worse!”

Derek rolled his eyes, but let Stiles pry the washcloth from his hands. Stiles pressed his lips together and eyed the wound before glancing back up.

“You heal like a turtle.”

“You’ve told me that before.”

“Yeah, well I meant it. One day, you’re not going to heal in time and you’re going to bleed out because of it. And then how am I going to feel?”

Derek shrugged. Stiles scowled at him.

“Bad, Sourwolf. Very bad.”

“Really.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles said, resisting the urge to jab at Derek’s wound with the cloth himself. He moved down to his knees and dabbed about the wound carefully instead, shooting an upward glare at the man. “One of these days, you’re going to accept that people are allowed to care.”

“I never said they weren’t.”

“Yeah, well you implied it.”

Derek’s scoffed, but Stiles noticed him shift a little. He blinked at Derek’s bare chest and tried not to think about how close he suddenly was. He really hadn’t thought this through when he’d tried to get on eye level with the man’s injury.

“So,” Stiles said, chuckling nervously. “Nice weather up there?”

“Seriously, Stiles?”

“I’m just saying,” Stiles said. “It’s not so bad down here. Not— oh my god, not like that. Just that you have very nice ab muscles. Seriously, I think each one has its own six-pack. I’d say that’s not even fair but you basically eat pushups for breakfast, so maybe it is.”

Derek didn’t say anything and when Stiles glanced up, the man’s face was bright red. Stiles grinned, even as he felt his own face warming.

“Did I just make things really weird?”

“You always make things weird.”

“Okay, but in a good way or in a bad way?”

“Stiles, would you just finish up?”

Stiles felt his face turn redder and he chewed on his lower lip, wiping away the last smudges of dried blood. He tilted his head at the angry-looking wound and then leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss against the area above it.

Instantly, Derek jerked back.

Stiles startled and leaped to his feet. Derek was looking at him with red eyes and Stiles quickly backed away, throwing his hand up 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking and I thought that'd be adorable, but I’m Stiles Stilinski, clearly I’m not adorable and oh my god. That was out of line. Please don’t rip my throat out of anything.”

“No,” Derek said, blinking a few times. He shook his head and then dropped his gaze, grabbing his shirt from on top of the dresser and pulling it over his head. “It’s not that, Stiles. It’s—”

“Really,” Stiles said, cutting him off. “You don't have to explain. I’m fine, totally fine. I should’ve kept myself to myself and I’ll go do that right now. Keep myself to myself, that is.”

Stiles tried to duck past Derek out of the bedroom, but Derek caught his arm before he could make his escape. Stiles froze and looked at the man quietly, and Derek kept his eyes on the floor for a moment longer. He didn’t look like he was about to commit murder, but he did look more than a little constipated. Stiles swallowed hard.

“... Derek?”

“It’s something Kate used to do,” Derek said quietly. “It just took me off guard.”

And Stiles’s stomach dropped. He deflated in Derek’s hold and guilt struck him in a wave. As if Derek could tell, his eyes instantly widened and he let go of Stiles’s arm, fingers trembling in the air only a few inches away.

“It’s okay, Stiles, really. I was just surprised.”

“I’m sorry,” Stiles said quietly. “All this time, I’ve been trying to get your attention or maybe get under your skin but I never meant— I never meant—”

“Stiles.”

Stiles forced himself to meet the man’s gaze. Derek’s face was soft and he moved forward to press a kiss against Stiles’s forehead. His lips were a little chapped and his breaths were warm against Stiles’s skin, and Stiles felt himself deflating even more. But this time, it was out of relief and not panic. 

“Stiles, I know,” Derek said softly. “And I… like it.”

Stiles glanced up in surprise. Derek’s face was red as he pulled away a few inches. “What?”

“It’s different, being on the other side.”

Stiles stared at him for a long moment. Then it hit him like a punch to the face and Stiles grinned widely. “Oh my god, Sourwolf, you  like being courted! Dude! Is that why you kept letting me act like an idiot? Have I been out there scrambling head over heels trying to get under your skin while I’ve already been living there rent-free?”

Derek rolled his eyes. “You’re making yourself sound like a parasite.”

“Which is absolutely not true.”

“I suppose it depends on who you ask.”

Stiles nearly jabbed in the man in the stomach just for that comment. But instead, he grinned at started to lean forward; Derek straightened, pupils dilating, and Stiles very nearly brushed his lips against the man’s own. But then he drew back at the last second with a bright grin.

“Well, Sourwolf, guess you’ll just have to wait until I’m done courting before you get a proper kiss! Because if I’m doing all the work here, then I’m doing it right.”

“Will you stop calling it courting?”

“What, is there a more proper werewolf term? Oh my god, is this some sort of mating ritual?”

Derek rolled his eyes and grabbed the bloody washcloth from Stiles’s hands, shoving it into his face as he moved out the bedroom door. Stiles squawked and then gagged, yanking it away from his face. He looked at the pink cloth, gagged one more time, and then let the bloody material drop to the floor.

“Dammit, Derek, I’m not going to court you if you're going to act like a--”

Stiles came stumbling out of the bedroom and then froze to see the entire pack looking at him in surprise. Stiles went stock-still and then looked at Derek in betrayal, but the man looked just as horrified. Grinning, Stiles backtracked back into the bedroom.

The last thing he heard before he closed the door was Erica’s roaring laughter and Scott’s confused questions. Stiles quickly locked the door before any of the pack could reach him and then leaned heavily against it.

God, he hated everything sometimes. Since when had this become about him making a fool of himself?

Stiles was never listening to his internal plans again.

 +1.

 Derek had known from day one what Stiles was trying to do. And in the beginning, he’d been terrified.

But as one thing led to another, Derek found himself not minding the crazy things Stiles got up to. And by the time Stiles had announced to the entire pack that he was ‘courting the local Alpha werewolf of Beacon Hills and proud of that fact’ Derek decided things could be worse. Stiles could really be trying to do it the werewolf way; and that involved a lot of dead animals, smelly clothes, and the occasional peeing on lawns.

So Derek was glad he wasn’t doing it that way.

And as the months went on, Derek found himself more than enjoying Stiles’s attention. The boy made it his personal goal to kiss Derek everywhere except the lips (other than the stomach) until his acclaimed ‘courting’ was done with. And at first, Derek thought it was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard.

Then he stopped complaining.

But when one month had turned into two and two turned into three, and Stiles was still playing coy, Derek had enough. He decided that as the local Alpha werewolf of Beacon Hills, it was his job to pull Stiles’s head out of his ass.

So one day, when Stiles came to the loft with a cocky grin on his face and his gaze zeroed in on Derek’s neck, Derek crossed the room and shoved him against the nearest wall. Stiles made a surprised noise and before the boy could react, Derek carded a hand through his hair and shoved his lips against his.

Stiles squeaked, went rigid in shock, and then melted like goo. Derek smirked despite himself and growled lowly, pulling a small keening noise from the back of Stiles’s throat. If the boy could've been rambling, Derek was pretty sure he would've been.

But he didn’t let that happen.

Because yeah, Derek wasn’t sure how all of this started. Okay, he was. Stiles decided to be an idiot and Derek decided to let him. The boy had gotten underneath his skin like a parasite and Derek found he really didn’t mind this particular passenger. Stiles was an idiot, yes. But he was Derek’s idiot.

And Derek kissed him with the intention to prove that for the rest of his life.

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Why did you do it part 3 (Teen wolf imagine )

Part 1 , Part 2

Scott pov

 I saw y/n eyes close, I heard her heartbeat become slower. “Stiles drive faster please I can’t lose her .” I mumbled he somehow heard me and drove faster. Allison was next to me sobbing uncontrollably. Lydia was trying to calm her down but it was useless. Liam was with stiles up front he kept looking at y/n as tears rolled down his face. I knew he was thinking back to the times they had . He looked at me I saw the pain he had “ she’ll be okay ” I mouthed to him “ I know she’s strong ” he mouthed back . I nodded I held her hand taking the pain away hoping she’ll open her eyes. I felt her squeeze my hand . As I looked down stiles pulled up to the hospital . Brett opened my door and I ran in with everybody behind me . I saw mom ready for us I guess Brett called her to let her know we were coming. “ what happened Scott. ” she said as she took her out of my arms and put her in the gurney “ she saved us ” i sobbed out . “We will do everything to keep her alive . ” I nodded . Derek and Chris came in running “ what happened who is hurt ? ” said Chris looking around “y/n” said Derek noticing she was missing “ what happened McCall ” asked Chris . “ she saved us ” said Liam crying . “ saved you? how? why? ” asked Derek . “We had a different plan cause we knew Scott’s plan wasn’t going to work . We knew if we did Scott’s plan we all would die so y/n and I would stay back while you guys would run and get everybody help . But she had a different plan to save me as well. She pushed me out with the others and locked herself with the dread doctors. She let everybody go and got hurt. She pushed me out the way and got stabbed again. She said she did it for I can live a happy life but I won’t be happy if she dies saving me . ” Allison sobbed Isaac pulls her into a hug. “ why did she leave ? ” demanded Derek I sighed “ I can’t tell you ” I said “ why” “ cause you will kill them ” stiles said “ who ?” Asked Malia standing up from her chair “ Lydia and I ” said Parrish “ wait why?” Asked Kira “ You son of a -” started Brett as he realized what must have happened but Derek grabbed his shoulder calming him down. “ what happened ” asked Jackson through his teeth. “Parrish cheated on y/n with Lydia because they have a stronger connection . She left because she couldn’t stand seeing them together . She left because she hated their guts. She left because this idiot broke her heart to pieces with her so called best friend without an explanation. She left because every time she saw them she would think everything he said was a lie. She left because she knew we would pick sides .” Said Liam pissed . My mind went back to the day I told the pack y/n left . -flashback- After the conversation i had with y/n, I called in a pack meeting. I saw everybody here except y/n. “Okay everyone is here ” I said clapping my hand letting them know its business “ no y/n not here ” Liam pointed out while looking around “ yeah that’s what this meeting is about . Y/n is no longer one of us. She left beacon hills. ” i said calmly . A commotion erupted with everyone asking questions except Parrish and Lydia . “Guys ” I said everybody kept talking and asking questions on where is y/n. “ GUYS” I yelled catching everybody attention . “ she left because …” I started but I couldn’t finish that sentence . I still couldn’t believe what they did to her . “Why did she leave ?” Questioned stiles. Parrish looked at me with pleading eyes not to tell . I sighed “ she said she couldn’t stay here because she needs to find herself ” I lied . They all nodded “okay meeting dismissed ” everybody walked away except for Lydia and Parrish . Once everybody has left . Jordan was the first to talk “ thank you for not telling them the real reason why she left Scott. ” I rolled my eyes “ I didn’t do it for you or Lydia I did it for y/n she wouldn’t like the pack fighting each other . I can’t believe you two did that to her. I still don’t get why you did it but you both messed up big time. Now y/n is god knows where hurt probably doing something stupid. If something ever happens to her just because she left I won’t ever forgive you guys. "I growled at them . "What did you guys do ?” Asked Liam walking in with stiles . “ nothing "Lydia lied quickly ” no what did you guys do to make her leave ?“ Asked stiles ” why aren’t you going crazy that she left Parrish ? I thought you loved her and she was the one ? Ain’t she your girlfriend?“ Asked Liam confused "I - uh -uh -I ” stuttered Parrish I grew angry and slammed my hands on the table everybody jumped “ he don’t love her . She isn’t the one for him. She isn’t his girlfriend considering that he cheated on her with Lydia . Lydia is his girlfriend now. Their connection is stronger than what he had with y/n. Instead of telling y/n that they should break up. He went and cheated on her now she’s feeling not good enough. I saw the little flirtatiousness between Lydia and you but I thought nothing about it . Now everything made sense , now I know why I sensed sadness off of y/n . I don’t understand how you could do something like this to her . SHE LOVED YOU WITH HER HEART AFTER EVERYTHING YOU GUYS WENT THROUGH WITH THE AGE GAP. ” I said getting louder with each sentence till I ended up yelling . I grabbed my jacket and left to cool off before I did something I’ll regret. -End of flashback- “Why didn’t we know about this ?” Asked Malia irritated with everything . “ she didn’t want everybody to know what happened . She didn’t want everybody to pity her and hate them . ” I responded “ why did you do it ?” Asked Isaac we all looked at them “ I couldn’t control my feeling for him. We are like summer rain. While they were like fire . (Gmw reference ). She couldn’t keep him calm she only pushed him to be his worst . ” Lydia said “ no fuck you first of all . Second of all y/n gave him everything she ever had. She gave him her first for everything . He was the love of her life. You came and took that away from her. You broke her heart and the sick part is you were there helping her with the dates and all but all you wanted was the guy. ” said Allison for the first time ever with anger . “ I have seen the looks she gave him when she was in love with him and wow I can’t believe the two people who were supposed to protect her caused her the most pain” said Theo breaking his silence in a while. “ how did you three know ?” Asked Derek “ she told me ” I said in a monotone voice “ we walked in on Scott going off on them about it ” said Liam while stiles nodded . “ how did you know where to find her ?” Asked Parrish I looked at him “ after she left I couldn’t stay home knowing the fact that she was somewhere broken-hearted and in pain. So I followed her scent . It took me a couple days to find her because she went to this little town way far from here. I found her when she was about to leave to buy furniture for her apartment. After talking to her I joined her and bought some things. Ever since I was the one she would call. Liam and stiles followed me one day and we helped her through the break up and making sure she was okay. ” I choked out as tears started to fall realizing I always loved her from the start. “ when did you realized you loved her ?” Asked Parrish “ since 3rd grade but I just didn’t realize how I loved her I always thought it was as a friend but no I love her . ” my mom came out" how is she ?“ Asked Allison before I could ” she’s in a stable condition. She lost a lot of blood we will keep her overnight. She also might have a small chance of memory lost take it easy on her when she wakes up . “ she said we all nodded ” now how did this happened I thought your plan was foolproof and no one was going to get hurt ?“ "She saved us she took one for the team ” said Jackson “ we don’t want to get into details Ms.McCall it has been a long night and if we relive that moment I think we all will go crazy ” said Liam nicely she nodded “ get some rest she’s in room 210 ” she was about to walk away but turned around “ I think it’s best if you go in one at a time "my mom said as nicely as she could ,probably feeling the tension that was going on. "Yeah we will mom thanks ” I said giving her a quick hug then turning to the gang “is it okay if I go in first please ” I asked them . I really needed to be the first one to see her , she means the world to me and I couldn’t bare the thought of her not knowing me anymore . I love her too much for anything to happen to her . I don’t know what I’d do if she hadn’t gotten seriously hurt or even worse died. I was brought out of my thoughts when stiles slapped me. I glared at him “ sorry buddy but you were spaced out and go ahead be first we don’t care as long as she’s okay we will gladly wait our turn . ” I nodded giving him a hug. Man I been giving a lot of hugs today oh well . I ran to room 210 once I got there what I saw broke my heart a bit she looked so lifeless but she was awake so that was a good thing. I sat next to her in the chair . When she heard movement she looked at me and smiled at me like I was her world “ hi Scotty ” she said with this cuteness that I couldn’t help but to blush. “ hey there y/n/n how are you feeling ?” “ a little bit of pain but I’m okay .” “Good ” I said kissing her forehead “ do you remember everything my mom said there was a slight chance of memory lost ” “ I remember everything ” she said blushing . She looked at me for a good minute before looking away . I wonder what that was about “ I remember saving Allison and I remember you saying I was the love of your life before kissing me ” she said quickly not looking me in the eyes. I chuckled at how cute she was being “ that’s correct Babygirl ” “ where does this take us Scott ?” She asked so innocently that my heart melted a bit . “ wherever you want it to take us . We can go out and see where that take us . We could just stay friends and pretend that i never confessed my feelings to you and that I kissed you . ” “ let’s see where it takes us Scott ” she said kissing my hand that was holding her hand . I could hear isaac telling everyone what was going on . I also heard Liam and stiles yelling yes my otp are finally happening . I couldn’t help but to burst out laughing y/n looked at me weird “ stiles and Liam are acting crazy like always ” she nodded looking tired . I was about to get up and leave but she pulled me close to her face “ yes hun ?” “ stay with me ” she said scooting over and patting the spot next to her . I laid next to her" I have a question “ she said softly "what’s up ” “why did you confess now ? Why not before Parrish ?” “ I never thought of losing you like I did today . I don’t want to ever lose you . I am deeply in love with you. I saw you dying in my arms I didn’t want that I needed to tell you that I love you .” Tears started to form . “ do you know how long I have been waiting to hear that ? ” she whispered I shook my head no . I was confused did she feel the same way for a long time too ? Or was I just misunderstanding this ? I was also hearing Isaac and Brett reacting our conversation . It’s taking a lot to not roll my eyes at how dramatic they are making it . “Since you came after me when I left town . When we spent that day together I felt like myself and I couldn’t be any happier with anybody else .” She said kissing my cheek . Slowly we fell asleep . *The next day * I woke up to see the pack sleeping around the room , it was a funny sight to see Liam and Stiles cuddling . Jackson and Aiden were hugging each other feet . Allison was sleeping on Isaac chest. Derek was sleeping standing up somehow . Kira and malia were sleeping in a weird position that I don’t know how to explain. Lastly Parrish and Lydia were sleeping on the far corner . I looked down to see y/n sleeping like an angel I couldn’t help but smile god she had me wrapped around her finger. I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see my mom , stiles dad and Allison dad looking around . “ Theo went to go get coffee and pastries for everybody he stayed up all night watching everybody I think he feels guilty you should have a talk with him ” my mom said “ I will thank you ” “ so how did this happen ” asked Stiles dad I sighed “ Allison and y/n had their own plan to save us cause apparently my plan wasn’t going to work but y/n had a different plan to save Allison as well but sacrificing herself. Y/n and Allison beat the beast and saved mason by themselves. When we went to the dread doctors everything went down hill . Lights were flickering like it’s a horror movie . All I heard was guys run. They stayed behind shooting I didn’t even know y/n had a gun. I thought her weapon choice was ninja stars , bow and arrows or a knife . Out of nowhere the doors started closing and we were asking what was going on . They told us they were saving our lives when y/n pushed Allison towards us . Allison told her this wasn’t the plan and y/n said I know the pack wouldn’t forgive me if I let you die. I got to her but she pushed me out and the door closed. We started banging on the door telling her to let us in but she was still shooting . Allison started to run looking for a another entrance when all the people that the dread doctors kidnapped came Out . As they ran out Josh and Corey told us y/n would be out soon. As we were waiting we heard her scream in pain. Allison ran in locking us out again. I heard y/n say Allison watch out . As Liam and Brett was trying to open the door Lydia screamed y/n name that’s when I knew she was dying . Something in Brett and Liam snapped they broke down that wall . I ran in to see y/n in Allison arm bleeding out with a knife and a sword in her stomach. I heard her say goodbye to Allison and my heart just broke to pieces. I grabbed her and we brought her here ” I cried out full on crying and leaving out the part that I told her that I love her . I looked up to see them crying “ she’s such a brave girl.” Said Chris “that’s my girl ” said Mr.Stilinksi my mom just hugged me . One by one the pack started to wake up . They all looked around and saw I was awake they just stared at me confused “ she’s not dead is she ? ” question Isaac . Allison hit him “ no you idiot her heart is still beating ” said stiles annoyed “ what’s going on why are you crying ?” Asked Liam a bit scared . “It’s nothing I was just telling them about what happened.” They nodded . We all just stared at her “we almost lost her ” said Allison out of no where “ she was saving all of us ” said Liam “ even them two ” said Brett through his teeth “ guys not again ” I mumbled “ no it has to be said Scott . She actually risked her life saving us even them two who hurt her the most without a thought. What does that say about her ? That she has a heart of gold . That she’s the most caring human being ever . That she’s always putting people first and not herself . She almost died last night . I almost lost one of my best friends last night cause she put us first . A life without her isn’t worth living and I know for a fact you know that too. ” stiles choked out almost in tears . The others were tearing up also . I felt her move next to me . I looked down to her awake with tears coming down her face. “ hey hey shh why are you crying ” I whispered wiping her tears away. “I’m sorry stiles ” she whispered . He jumped over Liam landing on the edge of the bed , he crawled up to us and hugged her . “ hey , look at me there’s nothing to be sorry for . You saved us you saved me . You are a amazon warrior okay. I’m glad to call you my best friend but if you ever scare me like this ever again I’ll never forgive you okay. I love you so much ” he told her softly . Everybody in the room was literally crying their eyes out with his little speech. “ can we please talk ” said Parrish “ alone. ” added Lydia “ no whatever you got to say to her you can say it in front of us . We are a family and we stick together we aren’t leaving her alone ” said Jackson proudly and protectively “ what is there to talk about Jordan ” she hissed at him “ I want to explain ” she nodded him to continue I was holding her hand while stiles was playing her hair . “ I didn’t mean to hurt you.i loved you I really did but I lost feelings for you and instead of telling you how I felt I played you . I went out with your best friend when I was supposedly training her . I would come home drunk and god I knew you could see the lipstick stain . You never said anything till a year later . Why did you wait so long ? ” she squeezed my hand hard . Her heartbeat started to beat fast. Everybody was waiting to see if we had to escort them out “ I knew the moment when you missed my birthday it was cause of her . I knew when you guys would disappear for hours cause of the so called training . I even knew when you told me I love you it was a lie. The reason why I waited so long was I was waiting for you to man up and come clean. I was waiting for you Lydia to come and talk to me . To tell me what was happening like a best friend would have . I know it would have been hard but damn you guys were cowards. You guys lied to my face for a year. My best friend was having sex with my boyfriend on my birthday. Oh yeah I knew about that. See Lydia you butt dialed me and I heard most of it . My favorite part was when he asked you if you guys should go to the party and you replied with she wouldn’t notice we are gone with everybody there plus it’s y/n we are talking about she’ll believe any bullshit lie we tell her. I don’t know what gave you guys the idea that I wouldn’t have figured it out but I knew all along I was waiting for you guys to be real with me for the first time ever . Apparently you guys couldn’t do it so I did it for you . I don’t forgive you for it , I don’t like you , I don’t trust you anymore, but for the sake of the pack I will put my differences aside .” She confessed . I didn’t know what to do . Everybody was silent for a good while till Derek grabbed Parrish by the throat and slammed him against the wall. “ HOW DARE YOU” he yelled “HALE ” scream y/n everybody looked at her she never yells she was the calm one . Even Derek looked at her surprised . She cleared her throat. As she was going to say something Theo came in with food . “ oh I can sense something happened in here ” he chimed in . “ I’m so sorry y/n . I know this isn’t going to fix things but im so sorry for hurting you I wasn’t thinking ” said Lydia “obviously ” spat Theo i heard Brett catching up Theo . “ oh hell no . I know I heard that wrong . You guys are sick , sicker than me I know I did somethings wrong but y'all did is unforgivable and I can’t believe y'all would do this .” Theo said mad getting up and walking towards Parrish who was still in Derek’s grip . Out of nowhere y/n screamed very loudly making Stiles and I jump. “ ENOUGH . "She yelled before continuing ” this is the exact reason I didn’t want to stay . I only told Scott for a reason. We are a damn pack and we better start acting like it . Whatever happened between the three of us stays between us . You guys are family okay . This shouldn’t effect you okay this effects me and only me. I have fucking recovered okay. Sure my heart was broken by the guy who I thought I loved but so does millions of girls in this world and no one is making it a big deal . So stop this bickering and apologize . Derek hale if you don’t let him go so help me god I’ll stand up from this bed and slap you silly .“ She said with a stern tone .” I’m not apologizing “ said Theo y/n rolled her eyes and smirking at him . Derek let go of Parrish "you know we are trying to protect you right ?” Said Brett She sighed “ I don’t need to be protected. I know how to protect myself .” “ I don’t care I’m still going to protect you even if you don’t like it okay” said Liam “we are a pack we protect each other ” said stiles and everybody nodded agreeing with him . After we ate breakfast and y/n was discharged from the hospital we went home to relax and spend some quality time with each other. I was extremely happy to know that y/n is giving us a chance and that she likes me back. We are going to take things slow but I have a feeling we have a whole lot of time in our hands . I looked around the room and I smiled knowing everything was going to be okay from now on. A/n hope you guys enjoy-K @angelameliajadearmitage

[minky-beta]

Allison Argent x Reader:  Paranoia (Rivals Part 2)

A/N:  I kinda made up a lot of the plot, so it's not really canon compliant. I am planning on writing a third part. 

Reader should be gender neutral. 

Link to Part 1

Part 3: Old Friends

You curled in on yourself on your bed as you heard your family arguing outside your shut door. You could hear every sob, sniffle, and insult thrown into the room,and you hated it. You knew that something had been wrong with you lately, but you never thought that it would be something like this. 

"We need to get rid of it," 

"It? That's Y/N you're talking about! How could you be so heartless?" 

"We almost died last night!" 

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and your family froze, completely silent. The person sighed before they knocked again, making the door shake this time. "Let me in! I know you're in there," You imagined your relatives glancing at each other in the corner of their eyes, internally debating what to do. "Listen... I know about the problem that you're fighting about right now, and I can fix it. You guys won't have to worry about this happening again," 

Your blood turned ice cold as you heard the front door open. The person pushed past your family and stalked towards your door before throwing it open. She had hickory hair that had parts dyed red. She sent you a small smile. "I'm Stacey. And don't worry, I'm just here to help you," 

"Why should I trust you? I don't know you," 

Stacey's eyes softened, and she glanced over her shoulder before she shut the door. She closed her eyes before snapping them open to show their ruby coloring. "Because I'm the only one here who knows what's going on to you. If you don't trust me, then you'll never figure it out," 

You pressed your lips together as you stared. Her eyes were shining the same way yours were the night before, but she was still in control. You gulped and nodded. "I trust you." 

You stared into Emily and Haley's room, watching the moonlight fall onto them through the window. You had been having nightmares about Stacey lately. You didn't know what they meant, but they freaked you out. They made you feel paranoid, more so than usual

You took a deep breath as you backed out of the room. The last thing you wanted was for them to wake up to you freaking out. You licked your lips as you began walking back towards your room. 

"Y/N?" Lain asked from the doorway of his and Ash's bedroom. "What are you doing up?" 

"I had a nightmare, just wanted to check up on you guys. Make sure that everything is alright," you shrugged, "Just go back to sleep," Before you could walk to your room, Lain lightly touched your arm. 

"You're acting like I haven't noticed that you've done this three nights in a row. What's going on?" Lain muttered.

"I've been having nightmares about Stacey," you said, "I don't know it's making me feel like I'm doing something wrong..." 

"Wrong?" 

"Like I'm messing up being an Alpha or missing something that I need to do," you explained. 

Lain took a deep breath before he pulled you into a hug, rubbing your back. "You're a great Alpha Y/N. You have nothing to worry about," 

You loved going over to Allison's. You worried about your pack; a part of you still hated what you had done to Stacey, but Allison looked at you with the same soft eyes that you stared at her with. You trusted her, and the best part was that she did the same. She heard about what you had done in order to protect your pack. Still, she pulled you into her arms as she told you that she found you comforting. She trusted you, and that fact alone made you want to jump up and down in happiness. 

That was what you found the most surprising. Sometimes you even wondered if Lain trusted you, but you never questioned her. 

No, you never questioned the fact that Allison trusted you with her life. You loved her with her entire heart and soul, which made it harder during fights. You spent most of your time checking up on your pack, and now you checked on her all the time. It was getting dangerous, and you hated it. 

You grunted as your back hit the concrete wall. As you landed, you rose your arms up to cover your face as the werewolf threw his clawed hand towards you. Your breath hitched as you watched Allison run behind the werewolf with a knife. She dug the knife into his side, making him turn around to face her. Before Allison could try to defend herself, the werewolf grabbed her arm, digging his claws into her arm as he threw her to the side. He stalked over to Allison as she was getting up. You clenched your jaw as you ran up to him; your technique was off because of your anger, but you the adrenaline pumping into your system dulled the pain and made you move faster.

Your eyes flashed crimson as he backed away, and you moved so that you were standing between him and Allison. You growled at him when he tried to step closer. Allison stood up and raised her bow and arrow to aim it at him over your shoulder. Everything was frozen for a moment before she let go of the arrow, and he howled as the arrow pierced his shoulder. 

"We have to meet up with Scott and Ash," Allison said as she grabbed your wrist, and you both ran to the meeting spot. You could feel Allison's blood trickle down to your wrist. The scent the running blood stung whenever you inhaled. By the time you got to Scott and Ash, you felt like you were going to vomit from the smell that mixed with your guilt. She was trying to protect you, and you hated that she had put herself in danger for you.  

You tried your best to focus on the conversation going on; you knew that it was important because this pack was dangerous, but your mind kept on traveling back to the blood-stained sleeve of Allison's jacket. 

It had been a week since that pack fight, and you couldn't look Allison in the eye without her painful hiss ringing in your ears. You loved her, and it felt nice that she loved you enough to risk herself for you. It was also gut-wrenching and terrifying that she loved you enough to risk herself for you. You didn't want her to risk anything for you, especially not her life, and that was all that you could focus on. 

Allison had noticed your shift of attitude, but every time she asked you about it, you brushed her off. She had resorted to going to your pack members and asking them if you were alright, but they all said that you were just stressed out from school; the lie you had told them.  

You stared at her from her bed as she talked to her Dad on the phone, flashcards sitting in front of you. You had been desperately searching for another solution, but you couldn't find one. You needed to do something to make her unwilling to jump in front of a car, or a werewolf, in order to save you. You were going to hate yourself for this.  

"Sorry about that," Allison smiled as she sat down on the bed and handed you the flashcard set again, "Quiz me," You glanced down at the note cards in your hands, focusing on them as you took in a deep breath and the colorful diagrams she had written on them in hopes of understanding chemistry. Since you loved to see her focus, you both studied regularly. Your eyes shot up to meet her confused ones when you realized it; you loved her. You had known that since your first date, but the statement hit you just as hard as it did that day. You had to do this. 

"Y/N?" she hesitated as she slid her hand closer to yours until her fingertips brushed over your knuckles. 

You pulled your hand back, still feeling the warmth travel up your arm, even though the contact had seized. You pulled your gaze away from hers and focused on the sheets. 

"Y/-" 

"I think we should break up." You rushed out in one breath, desperate to get the sentence out. Time and air seemed to freeze in the bedroom. You could hear her heart beating, and the sadness that fell off of her made you want to wrap her in your arms. 

"What?" Her voice cracked.  

You swallowed. "I think we should break up." 

"Why?" she demanded, "Why? What did I do wrong?" 

"It's not about you Allison," You turned away from her, facing the wall, as you leaned your arms to rest on your knees, curling in on yourself. "But I'm busy with my pack and school, and I don't think that I have the time for a relationship. You deserve the best, and I just... don't think I can give you that,"

"I don't care if you're not giving me your best," Allison pleaded, "I love you Y/N, and I want to be with you no matter what." She grabbed your arm and tried to pull you around to look at her. 

You stood up from her bed, shaking her hand off of you. You tried to control your shaky voice. "I think.... It's the best thing we should do. I'd rather break up now before you start hating me because I can't give you what you need," 

"Y/N pleas-" 

You grabbed your backpack and risked looking at her. Your heart broke as you watched her eyes shine with tears. "Goodbye Allison," you whispered. You rushed down the stairs, out of her house, and into your car. You slammed the door and gripped the steering wheel as you let your tears run down your face. You heard Allison let out a sob in her room; her sadness making your own worse. She was silent for a moment before you heard her speak up on her phone. "Lydia.... Y/N broke up with me.... I don't know! They/She/He said that things were too busy, but I thought we were fine," she admitted before she continued crying. 

You wiped your tears away before you forced yourself to drive away. 

You gasped as you woke up from yet another nightmare. You flattened your hands against your cold bed sheets, focusing on the feeling as you kicked off your blanket. You huffed at the sweat that built up. You sat up and huffed. You were exhausted from your lack of sleep and anxiety from them. There wasn't even anything attacking you guys right now.

It had been almost a year since you first came to Beacon Hills. Now your pack had a home and went to school; it was the dream that you and Stacey would dream of on late nights when you guys would rather take burning eyes than the nightmares. The only piece of your dream that was missing was Stacey... and Allison. 

The archer that had wedged herself into your dream life. You knew that you were doing the right thing by ending your relationship, but you'd be lying if you didn't consider calling her whenever you had a nightmare, just to hear her voice. You knew that if you continued dating her, she'd just risk her life again, and there wasn't a guarantee that she wouldn't get hurt. Your chest still felt tight when you realized you didn't have your full dream, but you had given up on that dream life years ago, so it was nice to just have a minuscule part of it. You had seen Allison a few times since your break up at the pack meetups you had with Scott. You hadn't said anything to her, even though she had tried to talk to you. There was an awkwardness, but you hoped that you guys could get past it. She managed to be friends with Scott after their breakup, so you were holding out that you and her could be friends. 

You stared at your wall for a moment before you stood up and walked out your room. Over the years of sleeping in sketchy places, you had developed a habit of taking patrol when you couldn't sleep. You had tried to break the habit but being scared and on edge had been ingrained into you. 

You pressed your lips together as you walked up and down the house. There was a low growl outside, making you freeze for a moment. You held your breath as your ears trained in on the sound, only to be met by the snores of your pack. 

You sighed and brought your hands to your face. You shook your head. These nightmares were making you imagine things. You forced yourself to walk back into your room and fall onto your bed. As much as you wanted to check through the house, you forced yourself to stay still; you couldn't afford the sleep. 

Outside, another werewolf had his ears trained in on the pack's heartbeats. 

You walked over to the house and stepped inside. You had just gotten back from working on a project with a classmate.  Lain walked out of the bathroom, and you scrunched up your nose at the chemosignals coming off him. "What's wrong?" 

"Emily's sick," he sighed. 

Your eyes widened. "What happened?' 

"She threw up, and her temperature is 103," he said. 

You walked past him and into Emily's room. She was laying on her bed, snuggling herself into her big blanket. "Hey sweetie," you said, "How you feeling?" 

"Alright I guess," she whined, "I thought werewolves weren't supposed to get sick," 

You shrugged. "Not often, but it does happen. It needs to be something real strong in order to make us sick," 

Emily nodded. "I'm tired," 

"Go to sleep. You're not going to school tomorrow 'kay? Goodnight"

"Okay, goodnight," she mumbled before she turned on her other side. You smiled at her before you turned off her bedroom light. "Love you," she called over her shoulder. 

"I love you too," you smiled as you shut her door. 

Lain was leaning against the wall. "She probably caught it from school," 

You nodded. "Yeah. I'll stay from school tomorrow to watch her," 

"No," he objected, making you raise your eyebrows, "I know you have a big English test tomorrow. I'll stay," 

"I'm the Alpha; I should be staying," 

"You know that things are different for us," he pleaded, "You're not that far away from graduating, and that test is really big. It's not a big deal Y/N," You glanced at Emily's door and sighed. She'd somehow find out that you missed the test for her, and you knew it would make her feel guilty for being sick. "Fine, but if anything bad happens I want to know," 

"Of course," 

You sighed as you walked out of your final class of the day. You were really worried about Emily, even though Lain had text you a couple of times to tell you that she was okay. Your phone vibrated, and you quickly checked it in case it was Lain. You relaxed when you noticed that it was from Scott. 

The bestiary I was telling you about is at Allison's. Her dad was borrowing it. She said you could drop by to pick it up. 

You took a deep breath before you sighed and text Scott back a thanks and told Allison that you would head over. It would just be a quick trip. In and out. 

You walked up the steps of her house and knocked, waiting a moment before the door opened to show Alison smiling. It made you smile back, and your heart felt lighter for a moment. "Hey Y/N," 

"Hey," you said as you shook your head. Things were over, and you couldn't think like that. "Scott said you had the bestiary.

"Yeah." Allison stepped back from the door, and you followed her inside. She grabbed it from the kitchen table, a few papers surrounding it. "One of my Dad's hunter friends was having trouble a few towns over, so he was trying to see if he could figure it out," 

"Did it help?" You grabbed the book from her and flipped through a few pages to see fast scribbling and a few illustrations. 

Allison nodded. "They said that it was a siren messing everything up. Neither of them have had sirens before, so they were caught off guard," 

You closed the book and smiled at Allison. "Thanks, but I should probably be heading out," You said as you began to step backwards. 

"Y/N..." 

You raised your eyebrows, and she fidgeted under your gaze. It was silent as she bit her bottom lip. "Alli-" You stopped as she stepped closer, breath hitching. Her gaze was fixed on you as she stepped closer again, and you stepped back, accidentally trapping yourself into a wall. You pressed yourself into it as she stood across you, only a few inches between you. 

"Can you tell me the truth?" she hesitated. You pressed your lips together before you nodded. "Do you still have feelings for me?" ‘

You stared at her eyes, wanting to look away, but you felt like you shouldn't. You always loved her eyes, even as they pierced into you. Her hazel eyes were breathtaking to you. "Of course I do." The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them. You weren't sure if you wanted to take it back or not. 

A heaviness hanged in the air between the two of you. She blinked a couple of times, as if she was shocked, although you didn't know how it wasn't obvious. Allison leaned closer, and you took a deep breath. Her eyes glanced up at you, as if checking to make sure that you were alright with it, like you were an animal that she didn't want to scare off. You leaned closer to her. Your instincts and her clouded the logical part of your mind. You felt light as she pressed her mouth against yours, hands going to your waist. You let out a breath as you raised your arms to her shoulders, squeezing them slightly, as if you needed to ground yourself. All you could focus on was the feeling of her, and that was all that you wanted to think about at the moment. 

It had been so long since you had been like this with Allison. You felt like you were on cloud nine. She pulled away, so that she could look at you. She was about to say something when your phone vibrated with a phone call in your pocket. 

You were suddenly pulled back into reality as you grabbed your phone and answered it. "Hey. Is everything alright?" 

"Yeah," Lain sighed, "I just wanted to make sure you were alright since it's been a while since school got let out. Nothing serious. I just had a bad feeling," "Don't worry. I'm fine," you responded, guilt thickening your words, "I'll be on my way." 

"Why do you need to go?" Allison raised her eyebrows, "There's not a supernatural problem right?" 

"No. Emily's sick, so I want to be there," you shrugged, trying to sound more relaxed than you were. You pressed your lips together. "We can't get back together Allison," 

"Why not?" Allison demanded, "I love you, and I know you love me too. So why shouldn't we be together?" 

"Because I want to be the kind of Alpha that knows how to put them first. I want to protect them, care for them, love them the best that I can, and I don't think I'm doing that," you confessed. 

Her eyes softened. "I've seen you with your pack. You're an amazing Alpha," 

"I don't think that I am," You mumbled, "I had an amazing Alpha, and I don't think that I'm doing the most that I can like she did," 

"What does that have to do with you and me?" 

"I made a promise to them that I would put everything into making sure that they were safe and had the best life they could, so I'm going to honor that. I'm putting them first right now." You shook your head. "They mean the world to me, and I need to figure out how to deal with those people in my life before I add another person who means the world to me into it. Me and you aren't even together, and I'm still over here instead of being with my sick beta," 

Allison stared at you with her mouth slightly open, but you could tell that she finally understood you. She relaxed which, unbeknownst to you, she hadn't done in a long time since your break up. All the puzzle pieces had finally clicked. She took a deep breath and looked down for a moment before her eyes met yours. "I still love you." 

"I love you too," you whispered before you cleared your throat, "I should really get going," 

She nodded and followed you to the door. You stepped out and held the book to your chest as you walked down the steps. "I meant what I said, about how you are with them. You're amazing," 

You turned back to her with a grateful smile. "I'll keep that in mind," 

"I'll wait," 

"What?" 

"I'll wait for you," Allison declared as she crossed her shoulders. 

You shook your head; guilt ebbing away at you. "Allison, I don't want you to waste your time on me. I don't want you to feel forced into waiting for me just because I still lov-"

She smiled as she stepped closer and placed her hands on your shoulder. "I'd probably waste more time trying to move on alright? You're not forcing me to. I am saying, of sound mind and body, that I would rather wait for the chance to be with you again than try to move on with someone else because I love you too much to even pretend that I'd feel that way about another person," You couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh as you wiped at the few tears that had escaped your eyes. "To think a year ago you were just a pissed off archer to me," 

Allison laughed too as she dropped her arms down to her side. "And you were just a werewolf that needed to take a chill pill," You stared at each other for a moment. "I do love you," she muttered again. 

You couldn't help but smile. "I love you too." You loved the feeling of the words as you said them, as if you were meant to say them to her. The words felt airy and safe. All you wanted was to say them to her over and over again. Just to feel the pressure of them on your mouth and in your chest before you released them to her. 

She smiled back at you before she pecked your cheek and stepped back into her house. You took a deep breath as you turned around again and stepped down her steps, hearing the door shut behind you. 

You felt relieved and guilty at the same time. Happy that she didn't hate you, but guilty that she still loved you. You hurt her, you broke up with her, and you didn't want to think about what she might have been thinking about you or herself because of it. And now she was saying that she didn't care about any of that. That she was fine with you focusing on your pack right now. 

You didn't know what entity had led the two of you together, but you would have to hold a million thank you rituals to show your gratitude.

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hi I’m going to list off my favorite emotional scenes in Teen Wolf that made me stop and think “oh my god - I thought this was just a campy teen drama.” Don’t mind me. (Not in a particular order.)

1) When Stiles thinks he has the same type of dementia that his mom had, and him and Scott hug each other before he has his CAT scan, and he just sobs as he holds his best friend. That scene WRECKED me and I will never get over it. It, in my opinion, was the most emotional scene in the entire show because it wasn’t about anything supernatural or mystical. It was a real issue that people have to face every single day. 

2) In s3, again when Stiles is mentally fighting the nogitsune and hasn’t slept in weeks. He goes to Scott’s mom for help, because that’s who he has for a mother figure. He needs someone to take care of him and he knows she always will. He breaks down in front of her, terrified over what’s happening to him, and she makes him sleep with a sedative (in a loving, caring way). He calls her mom as he goes under, and that scene might never leave my heart. Ever.

3) When Aiden dies in his twin brother, Ethan’s, arms. The fact that his last thoughts were that he still was going to die as the villain, even though everyone knew he was redeemed as a hero. Ethan and Aiden were never my favorite characters, but his death was so immensely sad and it was too much for me. He was just a kid.

4) The entire episode of Motel California. Isaac literally having to relive his childhood trauma - like what the actual heck? And of course, the scene when Stiles not only tries to talk Scott out of suicide, but then tells him if he’s going to kill himself then Stiles is going to die with him. AND THEN HE STEPS INTO THE GASOLINE. I literally ... I can’t. The relationship between Stiles and Scott might be the most wholesome friendship in any show I’ve ever seen.

5) When the Sherriff refused to let Stiles admit himself into Eichen House and uses the excuse that Stiles needed his pillow because he couldn’t sleep without it. Then, as he’s near tears fighting his son, telling him he couldn’t live with himself if he left him there without his pillow because he wouldn’t ever sleep, Stiles just looks at him and says, “Dad, I haven’t slept in days.” I think Stiles and his dad are my second favorite relationship in that show. There’s nothing compared to their father/son bond. 

6) When no one will believe Lydia that Stiles is real in s6 and she breaks down outside of where his door should be. What hurts me the most from this was that Stiles ALWAYS believed in her. It didn’t matter if she had zero proof, he always believed her and always convinced everyone else to believe her. If no one went along with it, Stiles always did. But when he was gone, she had no one to believe her, and no one to help her find him. Lydia always went to Stiles when she needed his help, and in many scenes she’s at his door for his help. This scene killed me because it reflected how she needed him, she came to his door, but it wasn’t there anymore and the way she broke down against the wall made ME break down.��

7) When the Sherriff remembers Stiles in s6 and his wife has to “die” in order for him to fully remember. Just. That’s it. There’s no other words to say. It was a BEAUTIFUL scene and I... I can’t. 

8) In s3b when Stiles has the nightmare within a nightmare within a nightmare, and when he finally wakes up he’s screaming and panicking and his dad has to come in and hold him down like this wasn’t a new thing. That’s called PTSD guys, and it’s real. This scene killed me. 

9) s3b again, but when Stiles can’t read in class and runs out and has a panic attack in the bathroom. Scott follows him and Stiles is insisting that its a dream, and Scott has to talk him through that panic attack as well as showing him he’s really awake. The realness in this scene just... all of s3b had me crying tbh. 

10) When Stiles has a panic attack in s3a. I swear this show got so real sometimes. They dealt with panic attack's a lot in the show and I appreciated it so much because YES. Teenagers going through this crap WOULD have panic attacks. I mean heck I have panic attacks without my friends and family all almost dying on a regular basis. It was so so sad and it just broke my heart for him.

11) in s6, when Stiles is being erased and he runs to his dad. He goes to him terrified of what’s happening and he hugs him and is frantically explaining and his dad asks him what his name is. That scene hurts. Stiles not being remembered by his dad is crushing, and it really hit me that he was really being taken. Seeing the realization on Stiles’ face is heartbreaking. 

12) When Stiles is about to be taken in s6 and tells Lydia she’s going to forget him and she says “I won’t” and he just says, “Lydia, you will,” but she still refuses to believe it. Then once he’s taken, she sits there and says “remember, remember” and the next scene Scott and Malia ask her what she’s forgetting and she says she can’t remember. 

13) When Lydia walks to and waits by Stiles locker in s6a after he’s been taken, and she doesn’t know who’s she’s waiting for, she just knows she’s supposed to meet someone there.

14) When Lydia realizes/remembers she never once told Stiles she loved him.

15) When Lydia stays with Stiles even though she knows Allison is about to die, and then can sense her death and sobs as she lays on an unconscious Stiles for comfort. Lydia goes through hell in s3b and I don’t think we realize it enough. She not only was emotionally tied to Stiles and had to not only watch but feel the pain he was going through with the nogitsune, but she knew Allison was going to die and knew there was nothing she could do about it. 

16) s3a when Lydia can feel what’s happening to Stiles but she can’t do anything about it so she just cries and banshee screams in her car. 

17) When Isaac has a breakdown in Argent’s arms after Allison’s death.

18) The entire backstory of Isaac. Like. Guys he was so abused that poor boy deserved so much better. His goodbye made me mad - we got so attached to him and then he just left and never came back. 

19) in s5 when they save Lydia from Eichen House but they think she’s dead, and Stiles begs her to open her eyes. I literally hold my breath every time I watch that scene. The tears in Stiles’ eyes, his broken expression, Scott and Deaton looking at Stiles like they don’t know how to handle Stiles if she’s dead, it’s... it’s so much emotion. And the relief on everyone’s face when she finally breathes. Just... damn. 

20) The entirety of Stiles dealing with the death of Donovan. I can hardly get through s5 because I can’t stand to watch the pain Stiles go through the entire season. He is emotionally tortured the whole time, and it’s not like is s3 when its a supernatural force - it’s his own darkness being used against him. He almost loses his dad, he almost loses Lydia countless of times, Scott (his BEST FRIEND, the guy he calls BROTHER) loses trust in him, and he has to live with the death of Donovan on his conscience with literally no support. Stiles was always, like Lydia, right about just about everything. Yet, no one ever picked his side - which left him having to fight his demons, AGAIN, alone. 

I’m gonna leave it there at 20. However, I could go on for hours. This show man - how is it one of the campiest, yet funniest, yet most emotional shows I’ve watched in a really long time?