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somebody else // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles broke her heart and now she can never look at him the same. They remained friends, but she can’t exactly find it in herself to truly forgive Stiles and he doesn’t know how to accept her new relationship with the one person he can’t stand. Overtime, they both eventually got over each other… or have they?

Requested: no, collab with @minhosmeanhoe

Warning: no, mature language & themes throughout

Inspired by this song


With a red solo cup in hand, he took a seat on Lydia’s couch. It had become his signature spot every time she threw a party. He’d usually sit there and watch the people around him until he’d have too much to drink or he couldn’t stand to hear one more techno pop remix. Taking a sip of a mystery liquid that burned his throat, he shot Malia a small smile as he caught her eye on the dance floor. She returned the gesture and kept dancing with the other girl around her.

“Why do you always sit on this stupid couch when I go out of my way to throw a killer party?” Lydia pouted, taking a seat next to Stiles. A smile spread across his lips as he rested his arm across the back of the couch. 

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Believe It Or Not. Part 16.

Summary: the gang devises a plan to finally start putting some puzzle pieces together. However, while Allison and Scott find themselves in some trouble… Stiles and Y/n find themselves in a pickle of their own.

Warnings: no one gets to finish a sentence in this chapter rip

Song: “Verbatim” by Blackbear


(Based off 2x04 “Abomination”)

Scott was really mad, he was barely talking to y/n. Every effort she made to try and talk to him- he ignored. Honestly, it really starting to tear her apart. She wasn’t sleeping, barely eating. Y/n needed her brother, and as much as she felt he was overreacting she hated not having him around her.

She was walking down the stairs, the sound of the door opening and Scott walking through grabbed her attention. Not even making eye contact with the girl, he approached the stairs and started to jog up them.

“Hey Scott-” she attempted again as he just passed right by her, not acknowledging her existence.

“How long?” She called out to him, hearing this caused him to stop just as he reached the top of the stairs. She turned to face him, but he kept his back to her.

“I mean seriously, we agreed that night when you sat with me in the hospital, Scott- no secrets. No secrets means I’m involved, and involvement means I need to be able to protect myself-”

“I didn’t want you involved in any of this!” He yelled, cutting y/n off.

“I said no more secrets. That’s means you get to know what’s happening. Not that you get to be apart of it.” His voice reached a lower volume now as he continued, “y/n, this world that we’ve all been pulled into… it sucks. It sucks, and it’s dangerous. I don’t want you risking your life like that again, okay?”

“You sound just like Stiles.” She scoffed dismissively at him. She turned around to continue walking down the stairs.

“Y/n you need to understand–”

“No, Scott,” she cut him off, whipping around and holding her hand up. She tried to stay calm but now she was filled with so much rage she couldn’t help but yell, “you need to understand- understand that whether or not I risk my life, is not your decision. I’m not going to be the only person who acts like everything is fine and normal when it’s not, especially not when my friends- and you- need me the most.” She paused, needing a second to breathe, “I’m going to keep training with Allison. I’m gonna learn how to fight, and you’re going to have to accept that.”

“I’M TRYING TO KEEP YOU SAFE!” Scott shouted, desperately trying to reach her as he approached her.

“YOU’RE NOT AN ALPHA SCOTT!” She retaliated. She calmed down immediately after, hating the sound of her own voice as she yelled.

“And you’re certainly not mine.” She whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. Y/n didn’t give him a chance to say anything else as she stormed out of the house, slamming the door.

Scott stood there, afraid that if he moved he wouldn’t be able to keep himself from falling. All he ever wanted, was for her to be safe. Because if he couldn’t protect her he was useless. Her safety was the only reason he lied to her when this all first began. But then again, look how that ended up.

The sound of the door slamming behind her, y/n practically ran off the porch. She headed straight for her car that was parked in the driveway.

She got in, met with the cold touch of the seat on her legs. She just sat there, the keys above the ignition not yet placed in. It was already dark out, the moon reflecting her face onto her windshield. Where would she go? She had nowhere in mind but it felt like she needed to just leave, clear her head.

She was tired of being underestimated, and of everyone acting like she needed to be protected. Maybe she used to be, but that was going to change.

As if on cue, the sound of her phone ringing caught her attention. The caller ID read out Stiles’ name, y/n immediately swiped the green symbol of a phone right to answer.


“Hi,” his voice instantly calmed her down, “can you come pick me up?”

“Where are you?”

“I’m outside the mechanic shop with the police-”

“Stiles are you okay?” She asked panicky, hearing him chuckled in response at her immediate concern.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. They just have to keep my jeep as evidence because- well it’s a long story. I’ll explain it when you get here.”

She smiled, feeling better that nothing serious had happened, “I’m on my way.” Then she hung up, starting up her car and driving to Stiles.

Y/n pulled into the parking lot of the mechanic shop. She had seen the blinking police lights from a block away, now they were blinding her. As she drove on a little more, her eyes landed on Stiles standing and talking to his dad.

Y/n honked the horn of her car a couple times to signal she was there, laughing as it scared the boy so bad he jumped.

He jogged the rest of the way to her car, opening the door and taking his place in the passenger seat.

“What happened?” She asked, once she saw the expression on his face.

“Well, that thing that attacked you and Allison in Isaac’s house payed me a visit tonight.” He sighed, “It killed the guy working on my car. And this really weird thing happened, it scratched the back of my neck, but when it did I was paralyzed from the neck down.”

Y/n reached across the middle console pulled down the part of his shirt covering his neck, taking a look at the scratch.

“Did it’s claws have some type of poison on them?” She inquired.

“I don’t know, maybe. The only thing I know is that Scott was right. It’s not a werewolf, I mean, it’s eyes were almost like, reptilian. But there was something else about them.”

As he said the last part, his eyes shifted away from her and out the window. The blinking lights illuminating his golden eyes.

“What do you mean?” Y/n pressed for him to continue.

“You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see are their eyes and you feel like you know ‘em but you just can’t figure out who it is?” Stiles’ eyes still hadn’t shifted from the window as he explained himself.

She placed her hand on top of his,
“Are you saying you know who it is?”

“No,” he swallowed audibly, his eyes now meeting hers as he looked into the mm desperately, “but I think it knew me.”

Y/n got to class a little early, taking her seat in her desk and pulling out her textbook. Although, she didn’t know how anyone expected her to focus in class right now.

Her mind was occupied with too much. Another mythical creature? Because apparently the whole werewolf thing wasn’t enough.

She was taken out of her thoughts at the sound of someone slamming into the desk next to her. She looked over to see Stiles panting like crazy, taking a hit from his inhaler before he was finally able to breathe normally.

“What’s wrong with you?” Y/n laughed at the state of the boy. Still not fully recovered, he just rolled his eyes at her.

“Since Allison and Scott have to keep everything they do on the down-low, I’ve been their personal fricken messenger.” He complained, arms flailing all about per usual.

“Ah yes, and what’s the supernatural problem on the agenda for today?”

Taking another deep breath, Stiles told her the whole plan without even pausing, “Apparently, Gerard has some kind of book called a- a bestiary. But Allison can’t get to it without his keys. So she invited him to the lacrosse game tonight.”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, “So… how exactly is that going to work?”

“Well we all know I’ll be spending my night on the bench. Once Allison has the keys, I’ll walk by the bleachers and grab them from her. Then I’ll head into the school and get it from his office.”

Nodding her head along with the story, y/n tried to process the events that lied in front of them for the night.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” She offered.

“You’re plan B.” Stiles stated firmly.

Seeing the confusion in her face, he elaborated, “if something goes wrong, and I get caught, you take my place.”

She laughed, “and Scott agreed to this?” Wondering how they pulled it off since her brother’s attitude toward her want to help.

“Yeah, Allison told me about that…” Stiles squinted his eyes guiltily, “so he doesn’t actually know about your part.”

Y/n smiled widely at the spastic boy in front of her, “perfect.”

She stood on the sidelines. Pom Poms in hand and high-kicking her way through her anxiety.

As y/n went through each cheer routine, she couldn’t help but let her eyes shift to Allison and Gerard, waiting for Stiles to make his move.

On the field, she watched this gigantic kid from the other team practically plow through their own boys.

“Is that thing even a teenager?” She leaned over and asked the girl next to her on her squad, whose name was Caroline.

“Eddie Abramovitz,” the blonde answered, “they call him the ‘Abomination.’”

“Cute.” Y/n sneered.

She shifted her gaze back to bench, but this time when she did Stiles wasn’t sitting there anymore. She looked up quickly enough to see the boy running across the parking lot and into the school.

Every second of the game that passed from then on was just pure anxiety from waiting to see him come back.

Back to the game, since Stiles was gone coach was desperate to find another player as all of his were getting injured. He had picked a random person from the crowd, which y/n didn’t really care about until she saw who stood up. It was Boyd.

She immediately made eye contact with Allison in the stands. Allison held up her phone in her hand while Gerard was distracted with the game, shaking her hand signaling for y/n to check her phone.

Y/n quickly ran to her bag, rummaging through until she found the cellular device, a text from Allison waiting.

‘Stiles has been gone for too long- isn’t answering my messages- time for plan B.’

As y/n got to the end of the message, she gulped. If Stiles wasn’t answering his phone, who knew what she was going to run into in the school.

She grabbed her jacket, slipping it on. She turned her head in all directions to make sure no one was watching her, and then slipped away from the game.

“Stiles?” Y/n called out hesitantly as she walked through the empty- and dark- hallways of the school. Getting no reply, she became more nervous. Hugging her arms around herself for comfort.

“Marco?” She tried again, quieter this time because she wasn’t keen about a homicidal creature tracking her down because of her cynical sense of humor.

She got to the end of the hallways that lead to the pool, y/n needed to cross through the pool to get to Gerard’s office. As she rounded the corner she let out a scream as she ran into someone… who also let out a scream.

“Stiles what the hell!?” She yelled as she realized who it was.

“Me what the hell? What are you doing here?” He retaliated.

“Plan B.” Was all she said, sighing.

“What’s plan B?” A voice said from behind them, causing them to hurriedly turn around. Derek and Erica staring at them.

“Derek.” Stiles unenthusiastically pointed out.

The alpha made fierce eye contact with y/n, making her bones shiver. Stiles stepped in front of her protectively.

“What did you see that night in the Lahey house?” The tall man asked her.

“Uh, several alarming child care violations that I’m seriously considering reporting.” She replied sarcastically, Derek really being the last person she wanted to talk to.

He stepped closer to them, they took a step back.

“Holy god.” Stiles breathed out, Derek’s intimidation having an effect on them. Subconsciously, Stiles hand reached back to grasp y/n’s.

“Let’s try that again.” Derek asked, his voice more laced with anger this time. Letting his eyes grow red.

“Alright,” y/n put her hands up defensively, “All right, the thing was pretty slick looking. Um, skin was dark. Kind of patterned. Uh, I think I actually saw scales. Is that enough? Okay, because I’ve somebody I really need to talk to - Hrr. All right, fine, eyes. Eyes are, um, yellowish. And slitted. Um, has a lot of teeth. Oh. And it’s got a tail, too. Are we good? What? Wait, have you seen it? You have this look on your faces like you know exactly what I am talking about.”

Examining the expressions on their faces, y/n and stiles simultaneously turned around. Up above them, they saw the creature perched on top of a railing. The waves of the pool illuminating the thing’s scaly skin.

“Run!” Derek commanded, each of them taking off across the pool deck.

Before Derek or Erica were quick enough to react, the supernatural animal threw Erica back into the wall and scratched Derek on the neck. He immediately suffered the same effects as Stiles had during his encounter.

“Derek your neck!” Stiles yelled out, catching him before he fell completely.

“Where is it? Can you see it?” Y/n panicked, looking around her in every direction as her heart pound out of her chest.

“I can smell it-” Derek winced, “call Scott!”

She rushed to remove her phone from her jacket pocket, her fingers struggling to find Scott’s contact name.

This is what she hated.

‘come on y/n, pull yourself together’ she could hear her own voice in her head.

She was weak. Her hands gripped her phone harder, stopping all the shaking. She shut her eyes and took a deep breath. If they were going to be okay, she needed to get ahold of Scott.

Y/n opened her eyes and returned to her original task. Just this time without shaking hands. Proud of herself, she smiled. Until it instantly fell from her face.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” Stiles had been watching her the entire time.

Y/n pushed a fallen strand of her behind her ear, lifting her gaze to meet Stiles’ eyes. He could see how wide they were with fear.

“My phone just died.” What were they going to do?

“Where did it go? Did you see it?” Stiles returned his attention to Derek.

“No…” the alpha groaned obviously still in pain.

“Okay, maybe it took off.” Stiles tried to be optimistic, y/n rolling her eyes in response.

All of the sudden they heard the sound of metal dropping from somewhere.

“Maybe not.” Derek whispered. Causing them both the gulp nervously.

“Oh good! You’re back! Dinner’s almost ready.” Victoria Argent sang as her daughter walked through the door, followed by Gerard.

“How was the game?” Chris asked from behind her, slightly noticing the uncomfortable look on Allison’s face but decided to ignore it.

“Why don’t you ask the star player?” Gerard beamed with a smile, stepping aside to reveal the one and only Scott McCall.

“Hi.” The boy smiled, trying not to pass out noticing the look on Chris’ face.

“What am I supposed to do!” Y/n screamed at Stiles… who was now in the pool due to trying to save Derek from drowning.

“Get me out of here before I drown!” Derek complained.

Stiles, completely beside himself, turned to Derek.

“You’re worried about drowning? Did you notice the thing out there with multiple rows of razor sharp teeth?” The sarcastic boy seethed.

“Did you notice I’m paralyzed from the neck down in eight feet of water?” The two bantered.

“Did you notice that the only one of us stuck on land with the thing with razor sharp teeth- IS ME.” Y/n pulled their attention back to her now.

“Okay I don’t see it.” Stiles answered.

Shifting her gaze from the two pathetic boys in the pool, she saw the animal on the other side of the pool. Claws wrapped around the edge, staring right at her. She lost her words for a second when she locked eyes with it. Stiles was right- they looked really familiar.

“That’s because it’s behind you.” Y/n whispered, her eyes not leaving it for one moment.

Stiles re-situated himself and Derek in the water so that they could see it too.

“What’s It waiting for?” Stiles broke the silence.

Y/n watched it intently. She watched as it backed away from the pool, and then just as it would start getting closer the water would send a glare of light into it’s eyes and it would back away again.

“I don’t think it can swim.” She answered Stiles.

“Do you mind if we’re excused,” Allison’s voice broke the tension consuming the dinner table, “there’s actually some notes from English I need to go over with Scott.”

The sound of her father’s fork dropping on his plate making both Allison and Scott jump.

“I’m not sure it’s appropriate.”

“Okay, I’m the one who’s supposed to be old-fashioned here. The two of you. Go!” Gerard nodded towards the two teenagers.

They quickly left their chairs, trying not to move too abruptly as to make Allison’s parents think they were hiding something.

“Come here, come here.” Allison whispered, grabbing Scott’s and leading him up the stairs.

She had pulled him into what looked like an old study, bookcases lined the shelves and there was an old desk with a leather chair pushed right underneath it. He got down on his knees in front of a metal safe, Allison sat down in a chair right next to him.

Allison leaned forward and took the lock in her hands, convinced that she knew that passcode. She rotated a combination of numbers until she was done, trying to pull on the cold metal a sigh left her mouth. The lock didn’t budge.

“All right. There goes that plan.” Frustrated, she threw herself back in her chair.

“Wait. Actually- let me try something.” Allison leaned forward again, letting her elbows rest on her knees. Watching us Scott picked up the lock. Shutting his eyes, he used his senses the way d
Derek had coached him in Isaac’s basement. His fingers started to move the numbers around, except it wasn’t his mind controlling his actions, it was all of his senses.

Once he put the last number in place, Scott pulled on the lock, smiling proudly after hearing the click signaling that he had gotten it open.

He looked at Allison with the widest grin on his face, which she thought was adorable.

“You wanna hit a few banks later?” She whispered, smiling back as they both laughed.

He reached inside and pulled out a book wrapped in leather, Opening it, he read allowed the first writing he saw.

“Salmon, tarte, creme fraiche, what is this?” His face twisted in confusion.

“A recipe,” Allison realized crossing her arms, “a cookbook.”

“Okay. Okay, I don’t think I can do this much longer.” Stiles complained as he continued to tread water to hold Derek up.

“Y/n, I need your help.” Stiles’ panting voice made her look at him as she stood at the edge of the pool. Stiles slowly started to move himself and Derek closer to her, which she didn’t notice too busy being scared.

“My help? What can I do?” y/n whisper-yelled at Stiles.

“I’m not strong enough to continue to hold Derek until his paralysis wears off-”

“Okay then just let him sink and we can make a run for it.” Y/n cut him off.

“Don’t even think about it.” The alpha growled.

“We need him until then okay y/n, look at me,” gulping and not wanting to take her eyes off the animal, she slowly let her eyes meet Stiles’, “he’s the only one who’s going to be able to fight that thing.”

Y/n knew he was right. Looking into his eyes and hearing him say it, made her feel safer somehow. He always made her feel safer, no matter what the situation.

“Okay, what do you need me to do?” She took a deep breath, smiling at him.

“I’m going to need you to switch places with me.”

“What? Are you-” But before she could finish she felt a hand grip her ankle, looking down to see that the hand belonged Stiles.

“Oh no you don”t-” She started to argue before she was cut off again by the cold feeling of her body hitting water.

She reached the surface gasping for air, seeing Stiles now on land and running across the concrete of the pool deck to reach his phone that he’d thrown to the side.

“What the hell are you doing!” She yelled at him, moving her arms from side to side in the water to stay afloat.

“My phones not dead so I’m gonna try to call Scott on mine.” The boy explained frantically

“You realize you could’ve just told me where your phone was right?” She yelled back.

“Yeah, yeah but- I was getting tired and I don’t like pools.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and sighed, that tended to be her only reaction towards him these days.

“My hero.” She passively whispered. Then she noticed that a very angry presence was missing from the atmosphere, looking down through the waves of the water to see Derek at the bottom.

“Oh shit.” y/n inhaled as much air as she could before diving under the water. She swam her way towards his body and wrapped her arms under his, struggling but successfully pulling him to the surface.

Once she pushed both of them through, loud gasps from Derek echoed through the pool.

“Tell me you got him.” Derek questioned Stiles.

“No, he hung up. He friggin hung up!”

“I need something to hold onto.” Y/n groaned, her strength slipping away from her, “Stiles come help me out.” She started pushing both her and Derek towards the edge.

“Yeah- well- I’m a little busy right now.” Stiles looked straight ahead to find himself looking into the eyes of the animal-thing. He didn’t move, hell he didn’t even breathe.

“Stiles.” Y/n nervously whined. Hating that she didn’t know what to do. And even if she did she probably wouldn’t be able to do it. But right now, watching what was happening in front of her, scared her more than it did when she was the one in danger.

Before she could say anything else, she watched as Stiles was thrown to the side on the pool deck, leaving Scott in his place to face the crazy lizard thing.

Y/n watched with wide eyes from the pool, still treading water to keep herself and Derek above the surface. However, she was really starting to get tired.

“Derek…” She whispered, shutting her eyes and gritting her teeth.

“No y/n don’t give up okay.” Derek tried to encourage her, but she was already slipping out of consciousness. He could tell, because as she started slipping out of consciousness, he was slipping under the water.

“Y/n, no, come on wake up-” he was cut off by water entering his mouth and choking him. Still paralyzed, there was nothing he could do to stop them from sinking any further.

Up on land, Stiles had hit his head on the pool deck pretty hard causing him to pass out for a little bit. When he woke up, the first thing he saw was Scott and the strange animal fighting, and it looked like Scott was winning.

Remembering that there were two other people there, he found the strength to roll onto his stomach so he could face the pool. All the blood draining from his face when his eyes were met with very still water, unaccompanied by anyone.

“Y/n.” He yelled, finding it in himself to stand up and run to the edge of the pool. He looked through the clear water to see that both y/n and Derek had sunk all the way to the bottom.

He was just about to dive into the water when all the sudden a huge splash emerged above the surface, through y/n on the ground next to Stiles. Stiles bent down to to help her up, rubbing her back as she doubled over to spit out all the water that had been lodged in her throat.

“What happened?” Y/n finally stood up, letting Stiles wrap his arms around her.

“Looks like Derek’s paralysis wore off.”

“How are we supposed to figure out what that thing is?” Scott waved his arms around as they all stood outside the school, y/n slightly shivering from still being wet.

“It’s called a kanima.” Derek said calmly, standing in front of them and studying each of their reactions.

“You knew the whole time?” Stiles complained.

“No. Only when it was confused by it’s own reflection.”

Y/n stood there furrowing her eyebrows, “It doesn’t know what it is.”

“Or who.” Derek turned to her, confirming her statement.

“What else do you know?” Stiles asked, simultaneously reaching over and grabbing y/n’s hand in his own.

When y/n felt his hand on hers, she immediately pulled away, taking a step to the side to expand the space between them. She didn’t let herself look at him, afraid the see the hurt expression that took over his face.

“Just stories, rumors.” Derek broke the tension.

“But it’s like us?” Scott pushed for confirmation.

Derek tilted his head, “A shape-shifter, yes, but it’s- it’s not right. It’s like a-” Silence fell as he found himself at a loss for words.

“An abomination.” Y/n found the words for him.

“Derek? We need to work together on this. Maybe even tell the Argents.” Scott hesitantly stepped forward.

“You trust them?” Derek scoffed.

“Nobody trusts anyone!” Scott was now yelling, “That’s the problem. While we’re here, arguing about who’s on what side, there’s something scarier, stronger and faster than any of us, and it’s killing people and we still don’t even know anything about it.” Scott finished angrily, taking a deep breath.

Y/n noticed how tensed up Scott was, so she cautiously stepped forward. Reaching out and placing a hand on her brother’s shoulder. No matter how mad she was at him for before, she would always be there for him when he needed her the most. And she knew it was the same for him when it came to her, she knew by the way his hand full on top of hers.

“I know one thing, when I find it? I’m gonna kill it.”

Derek was long gone, but Stiles, Y/n, and Scott couldn’t find it in themselves to move from their spot outside the school.

No one was talking, and then Scott’s phone rang and broke the silence. He answered but y/n didn’t hear anything that was said, too focused on looking on the ground and avoiding Stiles’ gaze.

“Y/n!” Scott’s voice broke her from her slight coma.

“What, yeah?” She shook herself out of it and looked at her brother.

“Mom called and she needs a ride, I’m gonna go pick her up okay?”

She nodded her head and gave him a small smile to let him know that she’s be okay.

“I’ll give her a ride.” Stiles jumped in, giving Scott the okay to leave. So he left.

When Scott was gone y/n started walking away from the school, Stiles jogged to catch up with her. When he got close enough he grabbed her forearm to stop her.

“Where are you going?” He questioned her, confused.

“Home.” She answered shortly.

“Y/n you’re still wet and it’s freezing outside, get in the jeep,” he demanded. She raised her eyebrows towards him at his tone.

“Please.” He added when he saw her facial expression.

Sighing, she looked up into his eyes seeing the desperation in them, she walked right past him without saying a word. Approaching the passenger side of the jeep and getting inside.

Smiling slightly, Stiles followed and got in the car after her. Placing his keys in the ignition and quickly driving out of the school parking lot. Once they were on the road, he used this time alone as an opportunity.

“Why did you kiss me?”

Y/n stopped looking out the window and turned to face him.

“That’s kind of direct don’t you think?”

“Just answer the question please.” Stile replied angrily, obviously not in the mood for sarcasm… which was very rare.

She sighed, looking forward through the windshield and taking a deep breath.

“I kissed you- because I couldn’t stand to continue for there to be secrets between us- you and, me and Scott. I needed to tell you-” tears started to fall from her eyes, she finally looked over at Stiles. His eyes immediately locked with hers.

“I just couldn’t tell you with words.” she finished in a whisper, but he heard her.

Silence consumed the both of them, Stiles processing the information and y/n not knowing what else to say.

“I don’t exactly understand how feelings work,” Stiles’ voice grabbed her attention, but he kept his eyes forward and on the road, “but I know I have really strong ones for you. I have for a really long time,” he laughed even though nothing was really funny, “Maybe even before all this happened, and I just hadn’t figured it out yet.”

‘What about Lydia?” She asked, not able to take her eyes off of him as she awaited his answer.

“Haven’t you figured it out? Whatever I thought I had for Lydia, is non-existent compared to how I feel when I look at you and you’re already smiling at me.”

The sight of Stiles Stilinski tearing up took y/n’s breath away, she was already crying. Silent tears had been sliding down her face the whole time he was explaining himself to her.

“Stop the car.” She suddenly yelled out.


“I said stop the car! Just pull over okay?”

Without another word, Stiles turned the wheel of the jeep and pulled up next to the curb. Confused, he continued to put the car in park and then turned his whole body towards Y/n.

“Okay, I stopped the car. Now would you mind telling me why-”

He didn’t have time to finish his sentence before y/n had grabbed the sides of his face and smashed his lips against hers. The kiss tasted like tears and desperation, but they both needed it.

After what seemed like an eternity they both pulled away for air, letting their eyes have the conversation for them.

“Stiles,” y/n sighed, shutting her eyes and breathing deeply, “everything that you just described is exactly how I feel about you.”

She opened her eyes to a smile on his face, making her heart ache knowing she put the smile on his face and in a few seconds she was also the one who was going to make it go away.


“Oh no, no, please don’t say but-” He started complaining, shaking his head.

“But,” y/n said again, ignoring him, “with everything going on right now; I can barely focus on school, I can’t sleep…”

He wasn’t looking at her, disappointment consuming his features as he stared out the windshield. Y/n reached over and grabbed his hand gently.

“Please look at me when I say this.” She whispered.

“I already know what you’re going to say.” He looked at her reluctantly.

“I know, but I need to say it,” she reached her hand out and placed it on the side of his face, he unconsciously leaned into her touch, “right now, I can’t be in a relationship. Please Understand.”

“I understand.” Stiles whispered, restarting the jeep. But he was angry, she could tell.

“But when this is all over, when we can go back to being normal teenagers… I’m all yours.” Y/n smiled, not wanting him to be mad at her.

“Yeah, let’s just drop it okay.” He snapped at her.

Y/n let herself fall back in her seat, rolling over and looking back out the window. The silence eating a hole away in her heart, not knowing that Stiles was feeling the same effect.


stiles + touching lydia’s face (◡‿◡✿) 

Let Me Show You - Stiles *SMUT*

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Em7vc8NWUNY

Word count: 2,571

Request: I was wondering if you could maybe write a smut where the reader is Stiles/Dylans (I don’t really care) best friend since like forever and she’s been in love with with since him for a long time but never told him because she’s not skinny and think he’s way to good for her or something like that.

A/N: I really liked this request and it took me a while to figure out how I wanted to write this. I feel like this is a very important topic to write about, no body should feel ashamed of how they look. Everyone is beautiful inside and out no matter what size or color. We shouldn’t feel the need to change the way we look sue to society’s views or for what other people think or say about us. If we want to change it should be OUR decision to do so cuz WE want to. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this. And thank you again anon for the request.

Originally posted by kalifornia---dreaming

“Oh my god, Skye, hurry up! We’ve been in here for ages,” Stiles groaned from outside the dressing room. I rolled my eyes at his impatience, doesn’t he understand that a girl needs to find the right dress?

“Stiles, I only have two more dresses to try on and if they’re not it I’ll come back tomorrow with Lydia. So, stop you whining.”

I heard him mumble something under his breath before I opened the door and stepped out, “Well?”

He looked at me up and down before shaking his head, “Green is not your color.”

I sighed and went back inside, “Why don’t you chose that blue one that I liked?”

“Stiles you only liked that dress because of the color, the style was horrendous.” I huffed as I struggled to put on this little black dress.

“But, it’s one of the colors of the Mets!”

I opened the door, “Hence the only reason as to why you like it. So, what about this one.”

Stiles’ eyes widened, “Uh, I don’t think so. It’s too short. No way.”

“But I actually like this one.”

“Skye. I don’t want my best friend to wear that to homecoming, all the guys will get the wrong idea.. No.” I could hear the seriousness in his voice, so I let it go.

‘If only you thought of more than just your best friend,’ I thought.

Closing the door, I looked at the last dress I had to try on, ironically Stiles was the one to chose it. After I struggled to get it on, I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes widened. It was a beautiful ruby red, high-low dress that had silver embroidering in the chest area. The dress actually flattered my curves that I hated and made my legs look fabulous. I was in love.

Holding my breath, I opened the door. Stiles was busy playing Candy Crush on his phone, “Stupid fishes never go where I need them to go.”


Stiles looked up and his jaw dropped. “Say something,” I whispered.

“Skye, you look. Wow, um the dress is. Wow,” he scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “The dress looks nice on you. That’s definitely the one.”

I frowned ‘nice’? That’s it? Clearing my thoughts, I smiled, “I’m buying it!”

“Thank God!” I rolled my eyes.

Once, I was back in my regular clothes and out of the dressing room, I told Stiles to wait for me outside while I paid. Waiting in line I saw, Tina, the evil bitch from school enter the store followed by her little groupies. When she saw me, an evil smirk graced her face and she came up to me.

“Hey, Skye.”

“What do you want, Tina?”

“Ouch. I just wanted to ask you a question,” she batted her fake eyelashes at me innocently.

“Well, with your low IQ I would understand you’d have many questions in that little brain of yours, so by all means ask away.” I grinned.

Tina glared at me, before smirking again, “Are you sure you’re in the right store?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure that there are a lot of plus size stores here at the mall,” her friends snickered. “Did you even try that poor dress on? If you did, I’m surprised it didn’t shred to pieces with all your rolls,” I felt tears begin to prickle my eyes at her words. “Or were you going to just buy it and make a ridicule of yourself at the homecoming? Trust me sweetie, it’ll look a thousand times better on me.”

“Skye, what’s taking so long,” Stiles came to my side and didn’t notice Tina until she spoke.

“Hey Stiles,” she purred at him.

“Uh, hey. Tracy, right?”

“Stiles, let’s just go,” I shoved the dress into Tina’s arms. “Keep it.”

Walking out the store, I could hear Stiles yelling after me. “Skye! Wait up! What happened in there?”

“Nothing Stiles, I just want to go home.”

“But what about-”

“Stiles, just let it go okay! Dammit!” His eyes widened, I don’t think I’ve ever yelled at him. But, Tina’s words kept replaying in my head and I just wanted to bury myself ten feet underground.

We made our way to his jeep in silence and the ride home was awfully awkward. I knew Stiles was worried by the glances he would make my way, but I didn’t dare look his way. Driving into my driveway, I quickly unbuckled and jumped out, “Thanks Stiles.” I walked into the house without looking back.

An hour had passed and my phone was blasting with messages and missed calls from Stiles. Why couldn’t he understand that I didn’t want to talk to anyone? At one point I had to put my phone on vibrate, but even that wasn’t enough. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and answered, “Stiles, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“I’m sorry but do I sound like a Stiles to you?”

My eyes widened, “Oh shit, sorry Lyds, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Obviously,” she sighed. “Skye, what’s wrong? Stiles just called me ten minutes ago, freaking out cause you won’t answer his calls or texts.”

I sighed, besides Stiles, Lydia was my second closest friend and she was the only one who knew my feeling towards Stiles and how I felt about how I looked. “It was Tina.”

“What did that bitch do now?” Her voice sounded deadly quiet. If you think Lydia screaming is scary, then wait till she speaks dangerously low. Laying back on my bed and told her about my whole encounter with Tina.

“SHE SAID WHAT?!” I winced and pulled my phone away from my ear.

“Geez, Lyds. Easy with the banshee screaming, will ya?”

“I can’t believe her! The nerve, just wait till I see her tomorrow-”

“No! Lyds, please don’t, it’ll only make things worse. You know she’s always had it out for me.”

“Yeah and like I always say, it’s because of Stiles,” I groaned, not this again. “She’s always had a crush on him as long as you and Stiles have been best friends. She’s jealous of the attention he gives you and the way he looks at you.”

“Lydia, how many times do I have to tell you? Stiles doesn’t like me, he views me like a little sister and that’s it.”


“No, Lydia please just drop it. I’ve had a really long day and I just want to go to bed, okay?”

She sighed, “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Maybe. I kind of snapped at Stiles earlier and don’t want to face him yet. I might skip”

“Skye, you know he’ll forgive you no matter what. But, alright. Goodnight sweetie.”

“Night Lyds. And thank you.”


The next day I skipped. I didn’t feel like running into Tina in the hallways and have her laugh at me again. Call me a coward, but she just knows all the right buttons to push and points out every single one of my flaws. And I didn’t want to Stiles to see me like this, a total mess. I was in bed watching Netflix on my laptop, when I heard the doorbell ring. Frowning, I looked at the time and saw it was only twelve.

Making my way to the door, I opened it to see it was Stiles. He was just standing there with his hands behind his back and a sheepish smile on his face, “Hey.”

I felt my lower lip tremble and I threw my arms around his neck, “I’m so sorry.”

His arms went around me and I felt like I was in my safe haven, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad, Lydia told me what happened.”

“Of course she did.”

He pulled back to look at me and smiled, “It’s not her fault, I wouldn’t leave her alone until she told me.”

I laughed, “You’re such an annoying pest, Stilinski.”

Stiles shrugged, “What can I say? It’s my specialty.”

I giggled and noticed he had something in his hand, “What’s in the bag?”

He smirked, “Let’s go upstairs,” grabbing my hand he practically dragged me into my room. “Close your eyes.” Huffing, I did as he said and heard him take something out the bag.


Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Stiles looking more nervous than usual, but something red hanging from my closet door caught my eye. Turning my head I gasped, it was the dress.

“Put it on.”

I shook my head, “I can’t Stiles. It doesn’t look good on me.”

“Skye, I said put it on,” his voice was commanding and it was a side of him I rarely saw. It turned me on immensely.

Grabbing the dress, I slowly made my way to the bathroom and changed. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see the same beautiful girl with this dress like yesterday, instead I saw a silly girl with hideous curves and thick legs. The door opened and Stiles came in and stood behind me.

“What do you see,” he rasped in my ear as he held onto my waist.

My throat was dry as I whispered, “Nothing.”

His grip on my waist tightened, “Do you know what I see? I see a beautiful girl who doesn’t know just how much of a goddess she is.”

I scoffed, “A goddess? Stiles, are you blind? I’m no goddess. I’m not petite or perfect like Lydia. I’m not flawlessly beautiful like Alisson. I’m not cute like Kira. And I’m not exotic like Malia with legs that go on for days. I have scar on my body from all the battles we’ve been through. I have awful curves.”

Stiles abruptly turned me around so I was facing him, “You’re right, you’re nothing like them.” I looked down, but he gripped my chin to make me face him again, “You’re so much more than them. Skye, you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. My heart stops whenever I look at you, when you smile or laugh I swear the day gets brighter. You’re scars make you a survivor - no a warrior and when you look at them you should feel proud for the battles you’ve won.” My heart began to beat faster and I felt as if I couldn’t breath. “I didn’t want you to wear that black dress, cause of how sexy you looked and I knew you’d be turning heads left and right. And I should’ve told you how flawless you looked in this dress.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as he leaned down to kiss my cheek, “I don’t know why you wear all those unflattering hoodies and hide your sexy body. You’re curves aren’t awful, god they turn me on so much.” His fingers went to the back zipper and he slowly began to pull down.


“Let me show you,” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, the zipper stopped. “Let me show you how beautiful you really are.” His lips crashed onto mine and I groaned at the feeling. My arms went to the back of his neck and I gripped hard onto his hair.

“That’s right baby, give me everything.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I panted.

“My pleasure,” he growled before smashing his lips back to mine. His hands slipped from my waist to my ass, groping it hard and making me gasp aloud. Stiles slipped his tongue into my mouth and began to fight with mine for dominance, I quickly gave up and moaned as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. I could feel his hard dick poking my side and my poor panties were soaked. Breaking away from his lips for air, he continued to kiss me all over my face; eyes, nose, cheeks, forehead, chin and down my neck. His hands went to the top of the dress and tugged making it pool around my feet and I was left in only my underwear. He pulled away from me and his eyes darkened even more, but I suddenly felt so exposed with my body and scars on display, I tried to cover myself.

Quickly, Stiles grabbed onto my wrists and pulled them to my sides, “Don’t you dare, Skye. Don’t you hide from me.” He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, slowly kissing and sliding the straps down my shoulders. Looking into my eyes, Stiles gently grabbed my left arm and softly kissed at a bite I got from an omega werewolf. I whimpered at how gentle he was being with me and I needed him.

As if reading my mind, Stiles lead me back to my room and laid me on my bed. Hovering over me he began to kiss every inch of my body, he stopped when he reached the stab wound I received on my right side and softly traced it with his fingers. His lips continued their descent all the way to my legs and then back up to where my soaking panties were.

“Mmmm, so wet for me baby?” I bit my lip and groaned in reply as he ripped them off.

The sight of Stiles head on between my legs, made me wetter than I already was. Suddenly his head dipped lower and his tongue was lapping up my pussy juices. “Fuck Stiles!”

“You like that baby? You like my tongue buried in your wet juicy pussy? Fuck you taste delicious.” Stiles began to eat me out like a starved man and I couldn’t get enough of it.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the pleasure his sinful tongue was giving me, “Oh, god!” I yelled out and gripped onto the sheets as I came on his tongue.

Breathing hard he kissed me on the lips and I moaned as I tasted myself. Stiles got up and stripped himself of all his clothes, reaching my hand out I gripped his hard dick and began to stroke. But, he stopped me and softly kissed my lips, “This is about you baby, all about you.”

“I need you Stiles, please.”

He climbed back on top of me, “You have me Skye, always have, always will,” and he slowly entered me.

Finally, we were one and the feeling was surreal. Slowly he began to move and we both groaned at the delicious friction being made. “Fuck, Stiles. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too baby, me too. God, you’re so tight. So beautiful.” He began to move faster and my legs wrapped themselves around his waist pulling him deeper into me. Stiles began to hit all the right spots and I was seeing stars.


“That’s it baby, cum for me. Fuck,” his movements became sloppy and then he became still as he came.

We laid in bed for a while, snuggled up in each other’s arms.



“Thank you.”

He looked down at me,“For what?”

“For everything. For always being there for me and making me feel special and loved. I love you so much.”

“Skye, I’ll always be here for you. And remember that I will always love you, no matter what.” Stiles leaned down and softly kissed me.

“I just realized something,” I said.


“That now I need to go shoe shopping,” I giggled as Stiles groaned and covered his face.

anonymous asked:

Lydia gets bored in class one day and starts drawing Stiles. It starts to become a thing after awhile and she doesn't really think much of it until Allison sees her notebook full of Stiles

Hey anon I really like this prompt! here you go:

(Post 3b)

It started during English.

The new teacher (since the last one turned out to be an evil druid) was droning on about his completely subjective interpretation of A Streetcar Named Desire, and Lydia couldn’t be bothered to hear another word about how Blanche was some completely innocent damsel.

(Maybe she didn’t want to be reminded of how she too used to fool people with a conjured image.)

Her hand was itching to write something, because Lydia was still a conscientious student, and taking notes was second nature. But she knew that she was bored and would start doodling, and she feared if she started doodling she would end up drawing another supernatural motif.

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Changes - Isaac Lahey Imagine

Prompt by @derangedangelIsaac has been flirting with reader since season 2 when he was being a douche but she didn’t like him then and now Stiles still doesn’t like him but reader kinda does. And it doesn’t have to be senior year cause that seems like a long time from season 2.

Word Count: 2,426

Warnings: None

Pairings: Isaac Lahey x Reader (Romantically), Stiles Stilinski x Reader (Platonic) 

Author’s Note: Took me a while to write this and come up with a story for this imagine, but I hope you like what I came up with. :)

My Teen Wolf Master List

Originally posted by laheys-girl

Fall Semester

“Hey, baby.”

I rolled my eyes before slamming my locker door shut and turned around to see Isaac with that stupid smirk on his perfect face. Isaac used to be a shy kid no one knew. Then overnight, he became popular. The girls loved him; the guys wanted to be him and Isaac knew it. He let the attention get to his head and automatically assumed I was one of those girls that only wanted him for one thing.

Isaac’s long fingers began to play with a strand of my blonde curls. “Got any plans tonight, baby girl?”

I pushed his hand away. “None that involve you.” I turned on my heel and began walking away from him. 

Isaac quickly caught up to me and kept up with my pace. “You know, your chemistry class is in the other direction.”

I sighed annoyed he wouldn’t leave me alone. “I was willing to take the longer way to avoid you.”

“Ouch,” he said sarcastically. “Well now we can both take the long way to class." 

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@tattooedstilnski has been feeling rather sad today and asked if I could write her a little angst ridden Stiles to cheer her up, maybe with some added fluff and feelings. I hope this makes you feel a little better, sweetheart. So here, have some Sterek cuddles with Derek talking about all the feelings. 

Sometimes he gets like this. Stiles usually puts a brave face on things when he’s at his worst; he jokes more, smiles harder, and Derek knows better than to try and talk to him about it. That it’s better to let Stiles come to him.

But when Stiles is quiet, Derek worries.

The days where he looks at Derek like he doesn’t see him, shies away from conversation. Derek understands, has the same kind of days, but he also understands when Stiles needs him to step in; needs something he can’t ask for. Something Derek has learned over the years Stiles has rarely, if ever, managed to ask for from anyone.


“Hey,” Derek says, sitting down beside him on the bed. It’s only a little after eight, but Stiles is already in his boxers and an old t-shirt. Derek knows he’s not eaten, thinks about calling for take-out, but then Stiles is turning towards him and holding his hand out. It’s a huge offering, one that has taken Stiles years when he feels like he’s falling apart. Derek takes it, playing with each finger loosely until he feels Stiles squeeze back, asking. “What did you dream about?”

Stiles’ eyes flicker briefly to Derek’s face. There are dark circles under them, bloodshot. “Allison,” he whispers.

Derek nods, moving forward until he’s settling down behind him, looping an arm around Stiles’ waist. Stiles stiffens momentarily, letting out a shaky breath before pushing himself back into the curve of Derek’s body.

Derek does his best to hold him and not overwhelm him. Derek likes contact, but it all depends with Stiles. Sometimes he just needs Derek’s voice, mindless chatter or knowledge. On others he needs more; a firmer kind of reassurance. 

“I’m sorry,” Stiles says after a moment, pressing his face to his own shoulder. Derek lets his free hand trail up and Stiles’ lips to graze his knuckles. Derek doesn’t understand why his hands are such a source of comfort to Stiles, holding them, running his tongue over them, but he couldn’t care less, just lets Stiles take.

“For what?”

Stiles shrugs. “For having to put up with me, I suppose. It’s not ideal, after everything you’ve been through. You should have someone more…” he swallows, not finishing the sentence.  

Closing his eyes, Derek pulls Stiles closer, burying his face in his neck, breathing him in. “We’re a team now. I don’t put up with anything. I love you. It’s that simple.”

Stiles sighs, loud enough for Derek to know if he was less tired he would roll his eyes. The thought makes him unhappy.  

“I mean it,” Derek continues, trying to find the words. Stiles is good with words, knows how to talk Derek down and distract him on the bad days. Derek doesn’t think he will ever learn to do what Stiles does.

But maybe he doesn’t need to.

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White Lie -Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Originally posted by dylanobrienthingss

Summary: In which Stiles fakes owning a dog to get closer to Y/N

Pairing: Female reader x Stiles Stilinski

Word Count: 779

Warnings: Maybe a few bad words

A/N: Something I came up with the other day, I hope you enjoy! This has been in my drafts for so long omg. 

“I can’t believe there’s actually nothing supernatural going on at the moment” Scott said, walking down the sidewalk next to his bestfriend and his dog. Lola was moving forward eagerly, wagging her tail as if she was having the time of her life. 

“I can’t even remember the last time we only had homework and assignements to worry about ” Stiles responded, his eyes focused on the sky.

“Speaking of school…did you see the new girl?” 

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okay but just think about derek going down for a few weeks to visit cora in south america. he comes back ridiculously tan. like, unfairly tan. ruining stiles’ life tan.

and idk scott goes on an alpha kick and organizes a pack bonding beach day. and of course derek comes with, probably (definitely) wears some tight black monstrosity of a swimsuit that leaves way too little to the imagination.

and stiles is fine, stiles is cool. stiles can deal with derek looking like he’s only at this pack outing because he got lost on his way to a photoshoot. stiles has harbored his massive crush on derek for god knows how long and he’s become the master at hiding inappropriate boners. stiles can handle this.

and then it happens.

at one point the suit slips. not a lot. barely a centimeter. but it’s enough. enough for stiles to catch a split-second glimpse of the creamy sliver of pale skin just under the waistband, several shades lighter than anywhere else on derek’s body and it is literally the worst thing that has ever happened to stiles.

it’s too late to unsee it and too late to unknow it because stiles has seen that strip of skin and now he knows the exact color of derek’s ass. and it takes stiles’ brain all of .0000001 seconds to picture it in excruciating detail and stiles is OUT. down for the count, completely fucking useless.

he refuses to make eye contact with anyone, has to hobble out to the water and stay out for an hour and idk do breathing exercises and try not to think about running his tongue over the creamy skin of derek’s ass. 


Scott + looking at Stiles as if he’s literally the center of his universe

Part I: Stiles

It's Me (requested)

“Stiles?” You called out softly, your arms wrapped around your body. “Stiles, are you out here?”

You’d gotten a call at about midnight from Scott, an almost hysterical Scott, at that. He’d been tracking Stiles- or the lack of- and he’d followed him to the school. He’d called you, begging for you to come out and talk to him. You and the rest of the pack had come to learn that the only way to pull Stiles out of that dark place in his head was to have you speak to him, be with him. You were his anchor, in other words. Although it had worked time after time, you still couldn’t shake the fear that filled your body, gripping you in its cold vise. Walking around the school halls at ungodly times in the dark searching for something that didn’t want to be found wasn’t necessarily what you wanted to be doing. Scott had promised you that he’d trail you silently, protecting you if needed.

“Stiles?” You called out once more, pausing at a corner and resting your palm flat against a locker as you strained to hear something, anything.

“He’s not exactly here right now,” a dark voice came from directly behind you.

You jumped, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth before you could scream. You inhaled deeply, trying to gain control of yourself before slowly turning around to face him. There he stood, shoulders broad and square, hands perched casually in his pockets. His head was tilted to the side slightly, his hair disheveled. You couldn’t help but notice the dark circles under his eyes, how pale his skin seemed in the sickly glow of the moonlight coming in through the windows.

“Are you done checking me out now?”

Your eyes flashed, and you clenched your jaw in an attempt to stay calm. You knew that all it wanted was to mess with you, get inside your head and upset you. It took everything you had not to scream at him.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, your voice shaking slightly. Part of it was fear, the other anger.

His eyebrows shot up, his lips curving to form a small frown, although it looked more like a smile. “I could ask you the same thing.”

Your eyes fell to his feet as he inched forward. “Following you.”

“How sweet,” he whispered, bringing one hand up slowly.

Your eyes followed his movement wearily, and you could feel your heart rate speeding. He met your eyes and stared at you as he pressed his palm to your cheek gently. You briefly squeezed your eyes shut, flinching away from his touch.

“Ah, ah,” he murmured, moving his face closer to yours. “Open your eyes.”

You kept them closed, pressing your lips together. He’d never tried to touch you before, and you weren’t sure what to do.

“Open them.” His voice was harder, colder.

“No,” you whispered with a shake of your head.

“Open them!” He almost shouted, and you let out a gasp in pain as his hand moved to grip the back of your neck harshly.

Your eyes snapped open to meet his as he forced you to look up at him. You saw a flicker of movement from down the hall, and your eyes widened.

“Scott, no,” you hissed, straining against Stiles’ grip.

That caught his attention, however, and he raised one eyebrow. “Scott’s here, too?” He grinned. “Well isn’t this just charming?”

“Let her go,” Scott rumbled from down the hallway, and you could see him approaching slowly.

This was not what you had wanted, and you knew it didn’t have to play out like this. No one had to get hurt; you just had to figure out how to stop it from happening.

“Stiles,” you whispered. “Stiles, please.”

He turned back to you, annoyance clear. “You brought a friend, it’d be rude not to acknowledge him, mm?”

Suddenly, his hand was no longer on your neck, releasing you quickly. You fell back against the lockers in shock, rubbing where he had left marks. Stiles turned and began meandering down the hall towards Scott, who’s eyes glowed.

“Stiles, stop!” Scott warned. “Stop, I don’t want to have to hurt you!”

His words didn’t change anything, however, and he continued to move down the hallway.

“Hurt me?” Stiles chuckled. “You wouldn’t hurt me. You wouldn’t even dream of it, we all know that.”

A sinking feeling was beginning to settle into your stomach as you realized he was right. Even though he wasn’t completely himself, he was still Stiles deep down somewhere, and Scott would never hurt his best friend. You watched in horror as he moved closer to Scott.

“Stiles, please!” Scott yelled, more of a rumble. You could see his claws by now, and you knew that if you didn’t do something, Stiles would.

“And you know why that is?” Stiles spoke casually as he put his arms behind his back, locking his fingers together.

You moved forward quickly, quietly, coming to stand directly behind him. “Because we know you’re there, Stiles.” Your voice was quiet, calm.

He swiveled to face you angrily, almost shocked. “What?”

This time you didn’t flinch, instead staring up at him strongly, your hands in fists at your sides. “Stiles, listen to me.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “We’ve already established this, sweetheart. He’s not here.

You blanched at the word ‘sweetheart’, remembering how Stiles said that to you. However, you quickly pushed those thoughts away and pressed on. “Stiles, I know you can hear me, so listen to me now.”

He stared at you with burning eyes and a clenched jaw, but you could see just a flicker of nervousness. “Be quiet.”

“I know you’re in there, I know you can fight it,” you spoke softly, lovingly. “Please, keep fighting. Harder, I know you can do it.”

“Stop talking!” He roared, shoving your back against a locker.

All of the breath seemed to leave your body all at once, and you closed your eyes for a moment before speaking again. His hands were on your shoulders, pressing them back. It hurt, but you weren’t going to let it stop you from getting him back. You silently willed Scott not to intervene.

“Stiles, it’s me,” you whispered. “It’s me, it’s (y/n).”

You opened your eyes in time to see his soften just the slightest bit, which encouraged you.

“It’s me, and it’s Scott,” you continued quickly.

His grip on your shoulders tightened, and you couldn’t help the small squeak that escaped your lips. “You’re hurting me, Stiles!”

Suddenly, as if a light switch had been flipped, all fight seemed to leave the boy in front of you. His fingers immediately released your shoulders, and his eyes were no longer dark. His chest heaved as he breathed heavily, his eyes darting about.

“Stiles?” You questioned.

His eyes met yours frantically. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

And that’s when he passed out, falling forward. Your eyes widened and your arms shot out to catch him, support him, even though he was much bigger than you.

“Scott!” You cried out as you struggled underneath his weight. You stumbled back against the lockers and sank to the floor with Stiles’ unconscious body in your arms.

Scott rushed to your side, sliding down to sit next to you.

“What happened, is he okay?” Scott fired off.

“I- I don’t know!” Your voice rose in a panic. “He just passed out, he kept saying he was sorry, I… I don’t k-know!” You were close to tears as you shook him, patted his cheek, called his name.

After what seemed like hours, he finally came to, sitting up with a gasp for air as if he’d drowned and come back to life.

“(Y/N),” is all he cried out, looking for you frantically.

You tightened your arms around his waist, burying your face in his neck. “Oh my god, Stiles.”

He instantly relaxed, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tighter against him than he ever had before. He pressed his lips to the top of your head and closed his eyes.

“I hurt you,” he whispered.

You shook your head quickly. “No-”

“No, I hurt you, and that is not okay,” he interrupted. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially you, and-”

You didn’t let him finish, reaching up and covering his mouth with the palm of your hand. “I’m okay. Scott’s okay. And you’re okay, that’s all that matters, understand?”

When he didn’t respond, you pulled away to look up at him, seeing the torture in his eyes.

“Stiles, look at me,” you murmured.

His eyes fell onto your face, and you nodded. “We’re going to get through this, okay?”

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his ever so softly, savoring the gentleness that was Stiles without the nogitsune.

“Okay,” he whispered after you had pulled away.

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sterek kissing under the fireworks

For the past hour, Derek’s nerves have been steadily creeping up.

He’s waved to Scott and Allison as they screeched around on the dodgem carts; Allison looking fiercely determined and Scott beaming with pride. He’s sat in horrified silence all the way round the big wheel; Lydia squeezing his arm and pointing out the view every few seconds. He’s amused himself, and Stiles, watching his face change in the hall of mirrors. Stiles was particularly tickled by how long Derek’s eyebrows went.

“You look like a really surprised cartoon!” He’d crowed before cackling at his fingers as he lifted his hands high above his head. Derek was vaguely distracted by the strip of skin showing between Stiles’ jeans and jacket as he stretched his arms up. He’d had to move on to the next mirror where Boyd and Erica were trying to scare some small children by making their eyes flash in the mirrors all around them.

He’s even wearing a cheap, ridiculous bright green bracelet Stiles won him on the shooting game. 

Derek has had a nice, normal, fun evening at a carnival, and now he’d like to go home. He’d like to leave immediately, if he’s honest, because in about three minutes he’s going to make a total fool of himself, and wish he’d never agreed to come out in the first place.

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The difference between Sterek and Steter.

  • Sterek: “I didn’t think Stiles was smart enough to frame us for murder”
  • Steter: “Peter respects Stiles too much to force the bite on him”

And that is why the Steter dynamics are so much more fascinating to me.

jerakeenc said:always-a-girl!stiles is an awkward, scrappy, sarcastic girl who has always hated being protected. just ask her dad. so she does not find derek hale’s savior complex hot in the least. nope. not happening.

THIS PROMPT IS AWESOME!  I love always a girl!stiles, I hope you enjoy this:

“No,” Stiles says. She wriggles her hands, trying to loosen the ropes around her wrists. They’re slick with blood but she’s trying really hard not to think about that.

Derek is very carefully expressionless, but there’s a tightness to his jaw. “No?”

“Absolutely not, nope, no way.” She huffs a lock of hair out of her face. She’s tired, bruised, and sweaty – she needs to brush her teeth, her feet are bare and scraped and she is five seconds away from crying big sobbing tears of humiliation and relief. She’d seen Derek framed in the doorway, big and competent and so handsome, honestly, and her entire body had just sagged, adrenaline rushing out of her, there are parts of her brain leaping around yelling hurray about being saved, but Stiles is not doing this.

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For @hoechlindylan. Happy Birthday, Andi! You deserve nothing but the very best. A wonderful presence in this fandom and a cracking human being all round! <3 

P.S. I still can’t believe you’ve never had a milkshake. 

“That is it,” Stiles snaps, throwing the box of cupcakes- the ones he just bought- at his dorm room wall. That’s how upset he is.

Pink and cream explodes against it and later, later, Stiles will probably be angry with himself (for wasting good cupcakes, obviously, because screw you beige wall “you’re not allowed to put anything up on”) but right now he is just angry.

At the world.

At his professors.

At his thesis. Especially the thesis.

But most of all? He is angry at the milkshake people.  

For twelve years, Stiles has pledged his undying love to Hale’s Howling Milkshakes. For twelve years, he’s has lived off of them. Cherished them. Cared for them as his own.  

And now this:

Dear Mr Stilinski,

We understand how disappointing it can be when your expectations are not met. We regret to inform you that some of our milkshake recipes have been altered. We are sorry to hear you do not like the improvements we have made to them. Over the past several months our customers were asked to try new blends and we found they preferred them to the originals. Please accept the enclosed coupon for ten free ‘Hale’s Howling Milkshakes’, so you might find a new favourite. We look forward to receiving your further orders, and hope you will remain with us.

Your loyal friends at,

Hale’s Howling Milkshakes.

“Loyal friends,” Stiles mimics, sighing and throwing himself down onto his bed, Disney princess style. “More like ex-friends. Fiends. Life ruiners.

Logically, he knows he shouldn’t be making a deal out of this, but those milkshakes meant a lot to him. His mom introduced them to him. She bought him his very first Strawberry and Banana Moon. They were there for him when she got sick. They were they for him when she died.

Trying not to think about it, Stiles closes his eyes, picturing the time his mom “accidentally” spilled a Hale’s Chocolate and Raspberry Wolf down her dress on his sixth birthday, just to make him laugh. His dad had gotten called into work and Stiles has been devastated because he had promised him they would all watch Star Wars for the very first time that night with curly fries and cake.

As it turned out though, watching Mulan for the very first time with just his mom instead was the best birthday Stiles ever spent.  


“Hey Batman – what’s got your panties in a twist?”

Erica is already holding out a mug of steaming hot chocolate to him as he enters the coffee shop. Life might suck balls right now, but at least he still has his loyal Catwoman and her fondness for sneaking him extra marshmallows every Tuesday and Friday.  

“When I finally buy a pair, I’ll let you know.”

Erica rolls her eyes and Stiles shoots finger guns at her, because apparently he will always be fifteen at heart.

“The worst has happened,” he says, sitting down at the counter and taking a sip from the mug. He expects the liquid to burn his tongue but, surprisingly enough, it doesn’t. This is why Erica is his favourite person in the world. When his dad and Scott learn to be expert hot chocolate makers, he’ll consider moving them back up the list.  

Erica gasps, leaning across the counter. “Did…plaid come back in fashion?”

“Ha-ha, very funny.” Stiles levels her with a look, taking another sip, upset he’s too tired to think of a better come-back.

Winking, Erica slides a full bowl of marshmallows towards him. “Would it help if I brought Derek out?”

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anonymous asked:

Sterek - Stiles misinterpreting a gesture and thinks Derek is proposing, Derek naturally failwolfs

“Yes! Dude, I can’t believe it took you this long to ask, I mean, I really thought you were gonna do it at the restaurant when that string quartet started playing In Your Eyes, which, so not our song, okay, I always figured us to be more Phil Collins kinda guys, but–”

“Stiles,” Derek interrupts, straightening up from tightening his boot lace, “What are you talking about?”

Stiles goes very still, eyes darting between Derek’s boots, and his quite obviously empty hands, “Uh,” he wets his lips as his face goes very red. “I may have… assumed something that was… way too presumptuous. And, hey, it’s only been a couple of years, so, what’s the rush, right? Who would wanna tie themselves up with me too soon? Gotta make sure you can really handle it first. Well,” he glances at his watch, “Would you look at the time, I gotta get home. I mean, you live there, too, but I’ll just… see you later,” he steps out into the road, looking blindly for a cab, and Derek catches his wrist, tugs him back onto the sidewalk. 

“Stiles, what are you talking about?”

Stiles scrunches his eyes shut, avoids looking at Derek when he opens them, “I thought you were proposing.”

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