i kissed your stiles


I saw some people talking about the “Stiles comes back from college hot” trope, and it reminded me that I needed to make a seperate post for this fic!

Inspired by this post. (On AO3)

He’d been hoping for a reaction.

If he was being honest, he’d actually been anticipating a reaction.

While he’d been away at school, he’d started meeting people and making new friends. Some of those friends had turned out to be fitness guys, who loved running and working out. Stiles had ended up accompanying them on numerous gym trips, until eventually he liked it enough to just go, with or without them. He’d liked the feeling of being stronger, being able to trust his body to do what he wanted.

He’d become more confident with his looks, and started accepting invitations to parties. He’d started buying better-fitting clothes to show off his physique, and felt incredibly flattered when he was flirted with often. He’d kissed a lot of people, talked to a lot more, learned as much as he could, and even hooked up a few times.

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Isaac x Reader

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“Who are you dating?” Scott asked as the two of you joined the group.

“You’re dating someone?” Isaac asked curiously and you locked eyes for a moment.

“Maybe I am, not your business though.” You hummed and Scott jogged to keep up with you.

“Yes, it is, I’m your brother!” He sighed and Stiles caught up with you both.

“Stating the obvious… he on about mystery boy again?” Stiles teased and you sighed.

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phantomavenger  asked:

Prompt #11 :)

I loved doing this one. Here’s #11: “If I die I’m going to haunt your ass.”

“You’re the worst, like the actual worst!”

Derek huffed beside him, “if you don’t shut up I’ll leave without you.”

Stiles paused, eyes wide and mouth dropped in shock at the threat. He didn’t sense any joke behind it. Instead he went back to his silent freak out as he did his best to ignore the undead groans from the other side of the door.

Zombies. Freaking zombies. As if Beacon Hills couldn’t get any worse. This time if people were bitten they wouldn’t turn into were-somethings. They’d be zombies; rotten, gnarly, undead flesh craving things. Of course Stiles had played his fair share of online games with his friends to fight off creatures, like zombies, but the real thing was much more terrifying. They smelled terrible, their skin looked horrendous especially when it fell off in chunks, and for the love of God the noises were things of nightmares.

Sick pained groans that were hollow and void of any sort of intelligence.

Just hungry.

Very hungry actually since they tried to make him Stilinski a-la-mode about five minutes ago and Derek a Hale sunday.

“This is your plan? Hide in a storage closet?” Stiles asked and flailed just crazily enough to knock over a paint can.

It clattered to the floor with a harsh sound followed by a long silence. Derek’s eyes flashed blue, and gave Stiles level ten of the Hale-Glare-of-Gloom™. From outside the storage room of the old factory the silence gave way to loud hungry moans of the undead, bodies banging against the door. The rusted hinges weren’t going to last if the pileup on the other side grew until the pressure was too much.

“If I die I’m going to haunt your ass,” Stiles muttered as he shuffled backwards until he was flush with the wall, his heart about to beat out of his chest.

“You’re not going to die Stiles,” Derek said.

“I’m so going to die, you’ll probably heal,” he said, his hand ran through his hair but didn’t seem to have its usual calming effect, “oh, God. I’m gonna be a zombie—holy, Derek…you gotta keep my dad away from fast food, alright? His cholesterol is through the roof. Give Scott my comic collection; he’ll keep them safe–”

His panicked ramble was cut off when Derek was suddenly in his space, his hands tight around Stiles’ shoulders. There was this look of…uncertainty in his pale green eyes, and before Stiles knew what happened he was wearing the leather jacket.


“Keep your head down, hang on tight, and whatever happens…run,” Derek said seriously before he hoisted Stiles up onto his back.

Stiles gasped in surprise, his legs automatically locked around Derek’s waist as his arms wrapped around Derek’s shoulders. His mind raced with questions, for example; why the fuck Derek was about to risk his life for him of all people? Seriously there was no rhyme or reason for it, the guy made his dislike for Stiles crystal clear.

The door was kicked open, the hinges flying off and the metal crushed the few zombies right in front of it. There was a split second path and Derek was already running; Stiles let out a small shriek and curled himself tighter against Derek, his head hidden in the crook of Derek’s neck. Hands tried to swipe at him, but the leather and denim he wore made it hard for hands to actually grab and tear into his flesh.

Stiles had no idea how Derek was doing, he had no idea if he was hurt, he had no idea where they were going. At one point Derek jumped, and they free fell for a while before landing. Eventually though they made it to a place where fresh air was all around them and the noises of zombies were gone.

He found it in himself to look up when Derek slowed, they made it out of the old factory, into the back end of the woods.


Well almost, because suddenly Derek collapsed to the ground with Stiles still on him. His knees smacked onto the hard ground violently but he had enough sense to roll off Derek, finally taking a second to see if he was okay.

“Oh my God, dude, Derek!” Stiles gasped and scrambled to his knees to shove Derek on his back and off his wounds.

There were angry tears of skin and muscle, blood oozed out in thick globs, and Stiles was so sure he was about to puke. Derek let out a pained sound and tried to curl in on himself only to fail and fall back.

“You so cannot die! We save each other! We don’t freaking die!” Stiles exclaimed, trying to see if the wounds were healing themselves or not.

Hands cupped his face and pulled him away from Derek’s torso. His eyes met pale ones which were riddled with pain. Stiles hated that; he couldn’t even do the cool werewolf pain drain thing, he could only sit there helplessly. He wasn’t just sitting there though, because now he was bent down with lips on his which were surprisingly soft.

So maybe he totally flailed and maybe he accidently bit Derek’s lip, but he was well within his freak out rights. Derek Hale was kissing him and he hasn’t kissed many people, let alone super attractive people that were so out of his league.

Stiles pulled back, lips still semi-puckered with his brows drawn in, “why did that feel like a goodbye kiss?”

Derek had the audacity to roll his eyes, “not…a goodbye kiss, it was a ‘calm down I’m healing slowly’ kiss.”

“So you’re not dying?!”

“No, I can feel myself healing.”

“Oh sweet Jesus,” Stiles wheezed, leaning back down for another kiss which was probably only a little less clumsy than the first one.

“What kind of kiss was that?” Derek asked softly.

“I think it was a ‘thank god you’re not dead don’t do that to me again you dick’ kiss,” Stiles answered.

“I saved your life. I’d do it again if I had to.”

“Are you getting sentimental on me?”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

Derek did in fact shut him up.


halerogers  asked:

sterek + “I just kissed your forehead, chill.”? <3


“I just kissed your forehead, chill,” Stiles said, rolling his eyes as he plopped down in the comfy armchair by the other end of the couch, folding his legs to set his ankle on his knee. He picked his biochemistry book up from where he had set it on the floor, resting it on his thigh as he cracked it open, flipping through the pages until he found his desired page.

But Derek could not chill. Not by any stretch of the imagination. Because Stiles had just kissed him.

Yeah, sure, Stiles had a point, he had just kissed him on the forehead, but still! It was still a kiss! Regardless of where exactly it was!

The important part was that Stiles had just kissed him! How could he be expected to chill after that? It just wasn’t feasible.

He had been ass over elbows for the hyperactive, unbelievably intelligent, too-curious-for-his-own-good teen since the first time he had met him. At least, he had been unconsciously. It had taken him a little while to realize it and once he had, he immediately launched into a vigorous campaign of self-loathing and self-denial, reminding himself at every turn why his feelings were stupid and wrong and irrefutably unrequited.

For quite some time, a few years, in fact, Derek had downright hated himself for his attraction to Stiles, having sworn off love and romance and attraction years ago, once after Paige’s untimely death and again after the fire that had claimed the lives of almost his entire family. But then Stiles had waltzed into his life, trespassing in more than one way, and tossed all of his plans to live the rest of his miserable life alone right out the window

Over years of working together, even before they were officially pack members or even friends, and regularly saving each other’s lives, the initial spark of Derek’s interest had been stoked into a slow, constantly burning fire that resided somewhere deep in his heart. Now, every time he so much as saw Stiles — or heard his voice, or received a text from even, or even just remembered something about him ― a warmth radiated through his body that felt like a ray of sunshine coursing through every fiber of his being, rushing through every vein and capillary in his body.

Derek was pretty sure he was in love with him.

He loved the way Stiles never held back with anything he did in life, thrusting himself into whatever he chose to do, whether it be researching the most recent supernatural threat, or ferreting out as much information as he could about reports of hunters, to diving headfirst into his college courses or learning how to make all sorts of healthy foods to keep his dad’s heart healthy. He loved Stiles’ razor sharp wit, never at a loss for a snappy rejoinder or sarcastic remark, in spite of whether or not it was appropriate to be making such sardonic comments, or perhaps because of it.

He loved Stiles’ selflessness, at time disturbingly willing to lay down his life for those he cared about, leaping into harm’s way more times than Derek could, or at least more than he cared to, count. He loved the way that Stiles wasn’t afraid one bit to be himself, never paying any mind to those who sought to discourage him or put him down, growing more and more confident with each and every passing day.

Hell, it was useless to list everything he loved about Stiles because he loved everything about him.

Every nuance of his facial expressions ― the way he furrowed his brows when he was concentrating, the way his lips twisted up at the corner when he smirked, the way his temple twitched when he was angry. Every behavioral quirk ― the way he dotted his i’s, the way he chewed on the drawstrings of his hoodies and the sleeves of his obnoxious flannels, the way he hummed under his breath when he did the dishes or folded his laundry.

The only problem was that he didn’t love Derek.

Derek had, quite foolishly, convinced himself that he might actually have a chance with him when Stiles had officially made the announcement that he was bisexual, but the newly out teenager had never made any indication whatsoever that he had interest in him. That had been over a year and Derek had since given up all hope that Stiles might ever harbor any romantic feelings for him, resigning himself to a life of unrequited pining, sure that Stiles would never show him any ounce of affection that wasn’t purely platonic.

And then he went and kissed Derek like it was no big deal. Granted, it was only on the forehead and he had a valid, non-romantic, strictly platonic reason to do it.

With the moon tucked away in the shadow of the earth during a late autumn lunar eclipse, Derek was just about as human as Stiles was, leaving him vulnerable to all sorts of things like regular bullets without the wolfsbane and other types of weapons. Apparently, it also meant that he was able to contract human illnesses. Like the common cold.

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Just Friends (epilogue) - Stiles Stilinski

“Lucy you get off the coffee table this instant!” You used your sternest voice without yelling at the five year old.  “It is time for bed, now come upstairs with me so we can put your pajamas on” You said, and she pouted.

“But momma I wanna watch Beauty n’ Beast” She said, using big golden brown puppy dog eyes.  You gave her a look, and slowly put your hands on your hips.

“Well if we go up get ready for night night now, then I promise, we can watch Beauty n’ Beast tomorrow” You said, and you saw the hesitation in your daughter’s expression.  “Come on” You said in a softer tone, approaching her with open arms, and wrapping them around her middle, holding her up on your hip.

“Okay” She sighed, leaning her weight against your chest and shoulder.  You smiled a victorious smile.

“Come on baby, let’s go get some sleep.  And tomorrow, we can watch your movie and maybe if it’s nice out we can go to the park together” You told her, and she nodded her head sleepily on your shoulder while you went up the steps.  When you entered her room, you flicked the light on the lowest setting, really just enough for the room to be dimly lit.

“Mommy?” Lucy called as you were tucking her into bed.

“Yes sweetie?” You asked, brushing her hair back

“Can daddy read me a bedtime story?” She asked, and you gave half a smile.

“Could I do it tonight? Daddy’s real busy with work downstairs right now” You asked, but she frowned, and you sighed.  Of course she wanted her father to tell her a story.  His were much more creative and drawn out.

“Please?” Lucy asked in a begging voice, and she batter her puppy dog eyes again.

“I’ll go see” You breathed, but gave her a small smile.  “Be right back” You got up, walking to the hall and back down the stairs to where your husband was working at the kitchen table.  He had all his papers across the tabletop, pens and pencils, colored highlighters scattered everywhere.  He was intently staring down at a file folder that had to have five hundred papers in it.  But when you walked in, he looked right up to you.

“Hey baby” He smiled a tired, and worn out smile, standing up to embrace you.

“Stiles, she’s only going to go to sleep if you read to her” You told him as his arms encircled your waist.

“Then I’ll read to her” He smiled, pecking your nose quickly.

“I don’t want to interrupt your case-”

“I promise, you’re not interrupting anything” He said, and released you.  “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a unicorn wedding story to attend to” Stiles grinned, kissing you chastely before heading up the stairs.  You sat on the couch, going back to the book you’d been attempting to read before Lucy decided to be queen of the coffee table.

The girl smiled as soon as her father entered the room.


“Sh sh sh.. don’t get us in trouble with your mother” Stiles said quietly, pulling a chair up next to Lucy’s bed.  “Now, what will be the story request tonight?”

“Are you the beauty or the beast?” Stiles chuckled at the way his daughter was obsessed with the Disney film.

“Well, let’s say your mom is definitely the beauty” He said.  “She’s always been”

“You love each other?”

“Well of course we do, and we love you kiddo” Stiles ruffled Lucy’s hair, the same color as yours.

“So you always loved each other?” Stiles chuckled.

“You’d be surprised.  Your mom chased me around for a while” He said through a long breath, rubbing the slight scruff on his chin as he leaned back in the chair.  “I’d say she was quite the stalker, chasing me down and begging me to go out with her” Lucy giggled.

“Well I sure don’t remember it that way” Stiles turned to see you standing in the doorway, leaning against it.  “In fact… I think it may be the total opposite” Lucy fell into a fit of laughter again.

“So did you do true loves kiss?” Lucy asked, and you smiled, sitting on her bed, knees brushing Stiles’.

“Oh yeah” You said with a big grin.  “And we still do” 

“So you’re soulmates?” Lucy asked, and you giggled, adjusting the blankets to fit around her body.

“I’d certainly say so” Stiles spoke up, and you gave him a smile.

“Yeah me too” You added.  “And some day, in a distant future from now, you will too” You told your daughter.

“Very distant” Stiles piped.  “Like… sixty years distant”


“Daddy!” You both scolded Stiles, and he gave a nonchalant shrug.

“Alright alright, time for mom to go to bed” You yawned, and stood up with a stretch.

“Okay kid, time for sleep” Stiles said, leaning over and kissing her forehead.  “Sweet dreams princess” 

“Goodnight daddy” Lucy said tiredly before he left and went to the bedroom.  You smiled at your daughter, pressing a long kiss to her forehead, and closing your eyes.

“I love you baby girl” 

“I love you too mommy” Lucy giggled.  You caressed her soft cheek, kissing her forehead once more.

“Goodnight sweetheart.  I’ll make you pancakes in the morning, okay?” Lucy nodded.

“Okay” She yawned.  “Goodnight mama”

“Goodnight baby” You whispered, and walked to the door, flicking off the light.  You smiled at your little girl for a moment, then closed the door, and walked into yours and Stiles’ bedroom.  You found him sitting on the edge of the mattress, in sweatpants for bed, and no shirt.  Which you smiled at.  You closed the door, and padded to the dresser, taking one of his shirts out, and stripping out of your jeans and shirt.  

“How’re you feeling?” Stiles asked as you pulled the long tee shirt over your body.  You smiled at him, and walked over to him, sitting on his lap.

“Pretty wonderful Mr Stilinski” He grinned crookedly at you, and brought your lips to his in a long kiss.

“Barely saw you all day” He mumbled against your mouth, and you stroked your fingers against his cheek.

“Yeah, that’s the thing about you having a job” You giggled softly, and kissed him again.

“Well then maybe I need to quit” Stiles murmured, winding his arms around your waist.  

“That’s not funny” You said, pulling your lips abruptly away from his.

“Hey-” Stiles furrowed his brow in a pout.

“And speaking of not funny” You said sliding off his lap, and making his expression more permanent.  “I know you taught Lucy how to use those stupid puppy eyes” You scolded, sliding into the blankets.

“Did she rat me out?” He asked, flopping down next to you, and pulling the covers over him as well.

“Stiles, just because you’re the fancy dancy FBI Agent, doesn’t mean I can’t figure things out” You chuckled, and he smiled innocently at you.  “What? What’s that look for?”

“You’d be a sexy cop” He said, shrugging nonchalantly, and making you giggle.  You rolled onto your side, still smiling big at him.

“I’m happy” You said aloud, and he rolled to his back, opening up his arms.

“Come ‘mere” He whispered, and you easily snuggled against his side, head lying on his chest.  “Did you know, that I love you so much, I would burn every existing Star Wars film on this planet, if it meant you’d smile for a few seconds?” You laughed softly, laying your hand on his chest and tracing patterns on his skin.

“I’d do anything for you too Stiles” You whispered, and he kissed your forehead, causing your eyes to fall shut.  “I love you” Stiles wrapped his arms around you again, holding you tightly against him.

“Love you too” It was quiet for a bit, neither of you sleeping, just cuddling and enjoying the other’s presence.

“Hey Stiles?” You called quietly, setting your chin on his collarbone to look at him.

“Yeah babe?” He mumbled back, opening his eyes to look at you.  You smiled slyly.  “Oh, and I’m the one dishing out looks.  What’s that?” You scooted up closer.

“We never did have Prom sex” You hummed, and Stiles grinned eagerly.  Before you knew it, you were being flipped over on the mattress.

“Guess we can make up for it then”

buuuuut again, thanks to everyone and shout out to @failingmemequeen for inspiring me to make this epilogue a thing

and omg shout out to @writing-obrien for niticing and complimeting my lame ass BIG thanks to her xx

(and shout out to @taegdcl1018 bc i mean.  she’s my bean.)

tagged: @lena-lightwood @seninjakitey @morganschiebel @spn–addict–i-may-need-help and @bunnyboo10154

lots of love and hugs sweet dreams don’t do drugs stay in school have safe sex and don’t hug any cactuses, no matter how cute they are.
xoxo ~ jordie

Little Sister//Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Reader.


“No, Y/N. You can’t and won’t go out with Stiles.” Derek looked up at you from his spot on the couch.

“Why not?” You cross your arms, challenging your big brother.

“He’s weird. Too weird for you. Just…just no, okay?“

“Too weird for me? Yeah, that’s a good reason.” You turn on your heel as you roll your eyes.

“I mean it, Y/N!”

“Whatever!” You shout over your shoulder. You were going to see Stiles.

"Y/N!” He shouted as you pulled up beside him.

“Stiles!” You grin at the goofy smile on his face. You both jump out of your cars.

“How’d you manage to get away from Derek?”

“Easy. I just didn’t tell him where I was going.” You lean up against the front of his Jeep.

He laughs, “He doesn’t know you’re with me?” He wraps an arm around your shoulder.

You shake your head and lean into him. “Nope.”

“Secretive…I like it.”

You giggle. The two of you were meeting up in random, unsuspecting places. No one knew, not even Scott.

“It’s kind of chilly out here.” You shiver as Stiles pulls you closer.

"I told you we should’ve met at a restaurant.” He says as he begins to slide his flannel off of his shoulders. He wraps it around your shoulders.

“Thanks, babe.” You peck his lips and he smiles.

“It’s been awhile. I don’t even get to see you at school. A man needs to see his girlfriend, you know.”

“I know…Derek pulled me out so he could keep an eye on me. He says now that Cora’s gone he won’t lose a third sister.” You shrug.

“And he let you out of the house?” Stiles looks down at you.

“He’s distracted. Worried about Peter, I guess.” You shrug. Just then your phone rang.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me where you went.” Derek says the moment you answer.

“Oh, I’m on my way home.” You give Stiles an apologetic look. “I had to stop at the store, I needed…tampons. Yeah, I needed tampons.”

Stiles kisses you before you get in your car, mouthing a ‘be careful and I love you’.

“Oh, okay. Be careful on the way home.”

“I will.” You sigh. “Bye, Derek.”

You get home, remembering you still had Stiles’ flannel on. He’d definitely smell Stiles on you now. You begin to panic, quickly taking it off and throwing it in the backseat. You take a deep breath, dousing yourself in perfume you kept in the car for when you went to parties and drank. You walk inside and head straight for the shower.

The next morning you had an intense argument with Derek. “Stop bringing it up! I just don’t want you with Stiles, okay? I don’t have to explain anything to you.”

“Just because Dad’s gone doesn’t mean you have to act like him.” You give him a once over before grabbing your keys and storming out the door.

You drove to yours and Stiles’ spot, sending him the signal text. He was waiting on you when you got there. You were pissed and he could tell.

“What’s wrong, babe?” He asks as you climb out of the car.

“Derek keeps saying he doesn’t want me with you. It’s just annoying. He acts like my dad did, like he can’t trust me.” You sigh.

He hugs you, trying to calm you down. “I’m sorry, princess. Come on let’s cuddle.”

“Where? We’re in the wilderness.” You look around you and he chuckles.

“Here.” He helps you up into the backseat of the Jeep, climbing in behind you. He lays down, stretching his legs out and you lay on top of him, your head on his chest. The cool air from air condition blows on you, giving you goosebumps as his hands rub up and down your arms.

“God, I love being with you.” He smiles as you snuggle into him.

“I wish we could be together more.”

“I know…maybe one day.”


The two of you ended up falling asleep. You were snapped out of your slumber by a knock on the window. Derek stood at the side of the Jeep, arms crossed.

“Stiles.” You swatted his arm, sitting up quickly.

He sat up, obviously alarmed. “What? What’s wrong?” He follows your eyes to your brother behind him, letting out a string of curse words under his breath.

“Time to face the wrath of Derek Hale.” You murmur as our climb out of the car.

“Are you serious? What was the point of even asking me if you were with him anyway? Are you two having sex? How long have you been with him?” He shouts one question after the other.

“Derek…calm down, please.” You plead, his anger somehow increasing when he sees Stiles behind you.

He starts forward when you step in front of him. “Derek, please. I’m happy. I am.”

He looks defeated, “You’re happy?”

You nod, a smile fighting its way onto your face as Stiles laces his fingers with yours. “Derek, I know you said no but, I love him. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

“You love him? How long has this been going on?”

“Almost a year.” You mumble.

“A year? Y/N, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you’d get pissed..”

He looks over at Stiles, “Do you love her?”

Stiles nods, squeezing your hand. “I’ve never loved anyone or anything like this before.”

You felt your heart flutter and you brought his hand to your lips and kissed it.

“I just don’t get why you didn’t tell me.”

“No one knows. Stiles and I didn’t tell anyone.”

“How’d you keep it secret for this long then?” Derek raises an eyebrow.

“It’s seems like when there’s a lot of supernatural occurrences…no one cares about two people dating.” You shrug.

He sighs, “Well, if you’re going to be together do it at the house. Meeting in the middle of the woods, really?” He looks around.

“I thought no one would find us.”

“I found you.”

“Clearly.” You raise an eyebrow.

“Look, just come back to the loft…I won’t bother you. You’ve got my seal of approval.” He smiles.

“Really?” You smile at your brother and he nods.

“All I want is for you to be happy.”


Aiden x Reader

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“So how’d your desperate attempt for love go?” Ethan asked his brother as he finally arrived in the changing rooms and tugged off his shirt.

“They think I’m going to get (Y/N) killed.” He huffed.

“Well, can you blame them?” Ethan teased until he saw his brother was genuinely upset.


“Why does it even matter what Stiles and Scott think?” Aiden slammed his locker shut and glared at it.


“Why don’t you sign up to the English thing, Mrs Martin’s looking for older students to help (Y/N)’s year.” Ethan shrugged.

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First Time -Stiles Stilinski Drabble

Originally posted by ninja-stiles

Summary: While filming a Q&A with Stiles, Y/N is asked about her first kiss.

Warnings: None

“Stiles! Behave, we’re on camera” Y/N chuckled rolling her eyes at the boy, who just couldn’t sit still. 

“Right, I’m sorry. Let’s try it again” 

“What’s up guys? Welcome back to my channel, as you can see I’m joined by my best friend Stiles.”

“Hi!” Stiles waved at the camera. 

“I thought it would be fun to do a Q&A, so I asked you guys to tweet me questions under the hashtag AskY/NandStiles. Let’s see what we’ve got”

“Look at this one” Stiles spoke up. “Melanie wants us to tell her about our first times” 

“That seems fun” Y/N nodded in agreement. 

“First time we met?” He asked. 

“Easy! That was when I moved in next to Scott’s house” she smiled at the memory. “Alright what about…your first crush?” 

“That was a girl I met at summer camp when I was like 7″ 

“Yeah, I remember you telling me about that” 

“What about your fist kiss?” Stiles asked, which made Y/N freeze. 

“You already know mine” he added.

“Yeah well you know the thing is-” she blushed heavily.

“You haven’t been kissed” he realized, his eyes wide. 

“Oh shut up. It’s not a big deal” she muttered, embarrassed about the whole situation. 

“Y/N?” Stiles spoke which made her turn her head to the side. As she did so, a pair of lips came in contact with hers and she closed her eyes when she realized what was happening. 

“I might have to cut that part out” she chuckled awkwardly after they pulled away. Stiles smirked.

“Leave it. They’re already shipping us” 

come what may || stiles stilinski

word count: 1563

warnings: mentions of sex. cute and adorable stiles stilinski

prompt: based on this song

author’s note: once again, my old blog was deleted so this is just a repost. enjoy!

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Painful//Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Reader.


You’d been hurt, you were bit. It wasn’t deep enough to turn you, just enough to immobilize you. You were surrounded by mountain ash, so no one could help you but the only person who wasn’t there. Stiles.

So there was an accident…” Scott told Stiles.

“What? What’s wrong?” Stiles looks around the room.

“It’s Y/N..” Scott sighs.

“What happened to her?” Stiles’ eyes widen.

“She’s been bit. You need to help her.”

“Where is she?” He asks.

Scott points to the living room and Stiles goes running.

“Y/N!” He kneels in front of you. “Y/N!” He feels for a pulse, the soft beating beneath his fingers making him feel a bit of relief. You’re writhing in pain. You’re crying out for help. You can’t open your eyes, you’re just screaming.

“Y/N, wake up.” He shakes you and you don’t react. “Wake up! Please please wake up!” His eyes start to fill with tears. Your heartbeat was slowing down.

“Scott, come here.” He calls out. Scott rushes into the room. “Take her pain.” He looks at his best friend.

“I can’t. Not with the mountain ash.” He shakes his head.

Stiles sighs and kicks a gap into the circle. Scott comes to your side and takes your hand. As he takes your pain away your heartbeat speeds up. He pulls away and you take a deep breath.

“Oh my God.” Stiles breathes out. “You’re safe now. I’ve got you. You’re okay.” He pulls you into his arms.

“Stiles?” You look up at him.

“Yeah, Y/N?”

“Will you call an ambulance? I think I need stitched up.”

Stiles wipes his eyes and laughs, “Leave it to you be most responsible here.”

“I’ll call.” Scott stands up and leaves the room.

“I waited for you.” You cough. “I knew you’d help me.”

He caresses your cheek, “I’m here. I’m here, Y/N.” He looks at your bite before meeting your eyes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you.”

“Don’t blame yourself. Please.”

“I stayed home. Scott told me to come, and you went in my place.” He sighs.

“I would’ve went anyway. Whether you did or not. Stiles, stop.” You shake your head.

He elevates you, laying you across his lap. “Y/N, I love you. Please, please know that.”

You smile and grab his shirt. “I know. I know, Stiles.”

He kisses your forehead, “You’re going to be okay.”

“Thank you. You were the only one who could help.”

You hear the sirens as the ambulance approaches, the come inside and load you on a stretcher.

“I’m going to ride with you.” Stiles nods and follows you out. He jumps up into the ambulance as they hook you up to oxygen. He holds your hand and makes you smile.

“I’m here. Always.”

You squeeze his hand, “I know.”

You get to the hospital and Stiles stays with you the whole time, he helps fill out paperwork as he sits beside you.

“You don’t have to do that.” You look over at him.

“I know everything about you. I’m the best option.” He shrugs.

“True enough.” You sigh, glancing at the monitor beside you.

“Your blood pressure’s on the high side. I told a nurse and they gave you something in your IV.” Stiles scribbles something down.

“Okay. Thank you for taking care of me.” You smile.

“It’s no problem.” He reads a question and laughs, “Are you sexually active?”

“Stiles.” You sigh, trying not to laugh.

“I’m not asking for me. I’m asking for the doctor.”

“Give me the paperwork.”

“It’ll get tangled in the wires. Yes or no?”

You sigh, “As of now, no.”

“Have you ever been sexually active?”


Then I Won’t.

Stiles Stilinski!Brother X Reader Theo Raeken X Reader

Word Count: 440

Requested: Wattpad

Request: Hii could I possibly request an imagine where you’re Stiles younger sister by two or so years, yet you have a thing with Theo but he doesn’t know that. That was until the reader gets almost killed and the discovery is made. Thank youu ❤

Originally posted by buckybarnesaddicted

You were supposed to hate him but instead, you were sneaking around with him any second that you could get with Theo you would take, you couldn’t be open with your relationship because you older brother Stiles didn’t trust him. “Theo you shouldn’t be here.” You mumbled out as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I should never be here.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes.
“Well, you should double not be here today.” You complained as he placed kisses on your shoulder.
“Uh huh. Why’s that?” he asked.
“Because my Dad and my brother are home.” You answered leaning back into him.
“You don’t seem like you want me to leave.” he noted.
“Well honestly… I don’t.” You whispered and he smiled.
“Then I won’t.” He confirmed and you rolled your eyes.

After weeks of secretly dating Theo, there was a problem… Your brother was right. You were on your way with Mason to get Liam. You got there and Mason told Liam about Hayden as he left another figure walked in and smacked Mason out of the way before turning to you. “Oh Sweetheart I wish you would have waited a while,” Theo smirked before Theo used his claws and cut at your arms, stomach and chest.
“(Y/N)!?” Scott called. “I thought you loved her!”
“Not nearly enough,” Theo answered. “She just too innocent to know any better you never prepared her for this.”
“Take her to the hospital,” Scott demanded.
“Sorry Scott I don’t grant dying wishes,” Theo smirked before stabbing Scott in the stomach, Theo walked over to you already lying in a substantial amount of blood, he crouched next to you and moved your hair from your face and then whispered. “You shouldn’t trust me.”
“Then I won’t.” You struggled to say back before you passed out.

You woke up in the hospital, your brother by your bed, you lifted your hand to touch his and he looked up immediately. “(Y/N)?” Stiles asked as you tried to move.
“Hey…” You croaked out.
“Do you remember what happened to you?” Stiles asked.
“Yeah…” You answered the tears welling up in your eyes.
“Are you in pain?” Stiles asked.
“No… Well yeah but that’s not why I’m crying.” You answered.
“Why are you crying then?” he asked.
“I should have listened to you, we were supposed to stick together and I failed you.” You admitted and Stiles sighed before squeezing your hand and drawing your attention to him.
“You didn’t fail me, It’s okay me, you and Dad we’re going to be okay, I promise,” Stiles smiled leaning over and kissing your head.

Requests and general question!

Requested by - Anon.

Pairing - Stiles x Reader

Word Count - 852

You haven’t seen Stiles all day, it was Saturday and you figured you two could have a day together. You were getting texts here and there, but you never worried about it if it wasn’t a full on conversation with your boyfriend.

You sat at your desk in front of the window that faced out towards the street, your homework laid out that you planned on doing but you were a bit distracted with your phone. You heard a car and the engine cut off, you just happened to look out the window to see Stiles. A smile appeared on your lips and then you heard the front door open and saw your younger sister.

Confused, you watched your sister greet Stiles; you were even more confused when Stiles pointed at the house. You watched your sister put up a fight with him, before he got his way and she was walking back to the house.

Your eyes landed on Stiles who didn’t notice you, and oddly it didn’t bug you. You kept your eyes on your goofy boyfriend as he appeared your mom’s rose garden. He managed to cut a rose off the bush, seeing him struggle made you chuckle. He then disappeared onto your porch and that’s then the door bell rang throughout the house. You could faintly here some light murmuring before both Stiles and your sister were seen heading for his jeep, he opened the door for her and she got in. And then they were off.

You didn’t know what was going on and you were sure there was nothing to worry about.

You remember telling Stiles how your sister was having a guy problem, and that it ended with her getting hurt. So you thought that Stiles was trying to do something for her, and that thought alone made your stomach twist and turn. You were falling hard for that sarcastic guy.

You didn’t text neither Stiles nor your sister. Not wanting to ruin whatever he had planned for her.

It was later in the day, not as late as you thought Stiles would be. You heard the familiar sound of Stiles’ jeep and a few seconds after both Stiles and your sister walked in. You looked over to them; your sister smiling from ear to ear, the rose she received from earlier was in her hold.

“How was the date?” You asked and turned to face them, while on the couch.

“How did you find out?” Stiles came up to you; he placed his hands on your cheeks and pecked your lips a few times.

“I saw you fight my mom’s rose bush, it was quite the fight. And I figured so when she got the rose and you drove off,” You said after kissing Stiles back and pulled back.

“I hope your mom doesn’t find out,” Stiles mumbled now realizing what he did.

“You’re fine.” You laughed and kissed his forehead. “So, how was it?”

“It was amazing; you got a really lucky with him. I hope you marry him or I marry someone like him. He really knows how to treat a girl.” Your sister told you. “Stiles took me out to eat and we talked just hung out, thanks again for that I loved it.” She said and then headed upstairs.

You smiled widely to your sister’s happiness and brought your attention to Stiles, you watched as he walked around the couch and sat down next to you.

“Can I ask why you did that for her?” You asked as Stiles took your hand making you smile a lot with the small gesture.

He didn’t speak at first but brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.

“Because your sister shouldn’t let some guy make her feel down or feel like she has to better herself because he’s being an asshole. I wanted to show her how she should be treated. So hopefully now she has the highest of standards.” Stiles answered you his brown eyes locked with yours.

You felt your breath stuck in your throat, almost forgetting how to breathe. You lost your breath altogether when his lips connected with yours, his hand gone from your grip but was rested on your cheek, cupping your face. The kiss you shared was sweet; the emotions could be felt because when you pulled away, three words slipped from your lips.

“I love you,” You realized what you said and quickly opened your eyes.

Your eyes met his but his were looking over your face, making you wonder what he was thinking. “Stiles?” You spoke lightly.

“I heard you, babe. I’m just trying to figure out how in the hell I got to be with the someone as perfect as you.” He replied. “I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you.”

You opened and closed your mouth trying to speak but you couldn’t find the words.

Stiles laughed some, noticing you’re lost for words, “You don’t have to say anything. I love you, Y/N,” He brought you into a tight hug and kissed over your blushing face.

The Ones That Got Away

Uh…I wrote another one? >.> Another prompt, another fic. I’m super glad to be on this creative wave, but also hella suspicious. Let’s see how this goes!

Fear of hating this one slightly less so there was a read through, but again unbeta’d.

(Also if you can guess which book I referenced in this I’ll love you forever ok ok)

EDIT: Oh and I would like to thank everyone for the great feedback and response I got on the last fic! In like 2 days that became my most popular thing……ever.

“C’mon Derek!” Laura whined from the living room, “I would like to eat that popcorn sometime this millennium!”

Derek rolled his eyes and dumped the third bag of popcorn into their largest mixing bowl. Between him Laura, and Cora they could each eat one bag. Putting it all together like this meant a lot less arguing.

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Third-Wheel//Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Malia Tate, Reader.


“I just don’t get it. It’s too hard. Maybe I should just drop out, find a job somewhere local.” Malia sighs.

You rub her arm comfortingly, “Listen, I’ll tutor you. If you go down, I’ll go down with you. I’m always here for you.” You nod.

She sighs, “Thank you. I just…maybe I should just find a way to go back. Back to the way it was before.” She looks at her lap.

“No no no, don’t say that. We need you here, I need you. You’re my best friend, Mal.” You hug her and she sighs.

“Thanks for talking to me.” She nods.

“Always.” You smile.

She stands up and heads for the door.

“I’ll call you later, yeah?”

“Yeah, thanks again Y/N.”

You pick your phone up and dial your Stiles’ number.

“Hey, babe.”

“Hey, do you think you wanna come over?”

“I thought Malia was over.” He sounds preoccupied.

“Yeah, she left. I miss you though.”

“Okay. I’ll be right there. I love you.”

“Love you too.” You hang up and toss your phone on your bed.

You let him in as soon as he pulls into the driveway. He kisses you as soon as he walks in.

“Baby..” You smile when he kisses you. “Will you stay over?”

He raises an eyebrow and you swat his arm, “Not like that, I just want you here.”

He laughs, “Fine, I’ll stay.”

“Come on.” You pull him up to your room and collapse on your bed. “I missed you.”

“You saw me like five hours ago at school.” Stiles sits down beside you. “But to be fair I missed you too.”

You giggle and he pulls you onto his lap, kissing all over your face.

“I’m so in love with y-” He stops and looks at the doorway.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry, but can I stay over?”

You turn around, Stiles’ hands still on your hips. You give Stiles an apologetic look. “Yeah. Come on.”

“Thank you.” She comes in and sits on the bed with you and Stiles, not realizing the moment she just broke up.

You climb off of Stiles and sit in between the two of them. You pat Stiles hand. ‘I’m sorry.’ You mouth and he nods.

You end up sleeping in the middle, Malia in front of you and Stiles in back. You wake up the next morning and quietly grab Stiles. You pad downstairs together and you begin to make breakfast.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” You sigh as he sits at the counter.

“It’s okay. I just wish we could have some time to ourselves. Sometimes it’s like we have a kid.” He shrugs.

“I know. I know.” You hand him a cup of coffee.

You eat and sit some aside for Malia. When she comes back down you heat her food up.

“I’m going to head home.” Stiles kisses your forehead.

“Okay. I might come by later.”

“Okay, just let me know.” He grabs his keys and heads out the door.

“So, how are you feeling about school?” You ask Malia.

She looks up from her plate of food. “Better. I definitely need help with Trig.”

You laugh, “Doesn’t everyone?”

You hang out with Malia all day, helping her with schoolwork most of the time. When she leaves you head to Stiles’ house.

“Hey, babe.” You sit on his bed and he turns from his desk to look at you.

“Are you all mine?” He smiles.

“Yep. All yours.” You make your way over to him. You bend over and kiss him gently, making him smile.

“Cuddle? I felt like we couldn’t last night.” He looks hopeful.

You nod, “Hell yeah.”

He laughs and pulls you onto the bed with him. Your phone rings and he sighs.

“Let it go to voicemail.” You wrap yourself around him.

He kisses your forehead. “We should go on a date. We never do anymore, we just hang out.”

You nod, “Take me somewhere nice.”

He laughs, “Okay. I can do that.”

Your phone rings again and you turn your ringer off.

“You should probably just answer.”

“Babe, no. I’m here to see you.” You shake your head.

“It’s okay. Really.” He rubs your back.

You look at your phone and sigh. “It’s Malia.”

“Go ahead and call her.” He nods.

You call her back, drumming your fingers on your leg as the phone rings.

“Hey, are you busy?” She asks.

“I uh…I’m with Stiles.” You look at him and he purses his lips.

“Oh…well I was wondering if you wanted to do hang out.”

“Mal, we spent the day together.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’ll just come by tomorrow morning.”

“Okay. Let me know if you need anything.”

You hang up and lay on Stiles’ chest.

“Babe?” He runs his hand up and down your back.


“Please don’t be mad.”

“Stiles, what’s wrong?”

“I feel like…” He sighs. “I feel like we never get time alone anymore. It’s always me, you, and Malia.”

You sit up and look up at him, “Stiles…”

“I just miss you. You’re always preoccupied with her. I love you loads, I just wish I could have you to myself sometimes.”

“Stiles, I didn’t want to say anything…” You shrug. “I’m her anchor. She just has her dad, she has no one to relate to. I’m that for her. She needs someone to kind of teach her how to be a teenager. She’s my best friend.” You look at him.

“You’re her anchor?” He sits up.

You nod.

“Oh, baby..I had no idea. I just..feel like a third wheel sometimes.”

You shake your head, “You’re never a third wheel. I love you so much. I just have to take care of her, it’ll be less intense as she adjusts. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m glad she has you and you have her.” He kisses you gently. “You’re my favorite person ever. You’re the most amazing person ever.”

Welcome Home (Stiles Stilinski Imagine)

A/N: Okay this is more of a pack imagine than a Stiles imagine but whatever.  Anyways, I got inspiration from a prompt that I found: ‘Okay, I got this, oh- I do not got this. I do not gOT THIS!’ So credit to whoever wrote that and thank youuu. Okay, enjoy! :)

“Stiles, will you stop pacing?” Malia groaned as she sat on the McCall’s couch with her head thrown back.

“I can’t,” Stiles mumbled, periodically looking out the window before pacing again while chewing on the side of his thumb.

“Look we get that (Y/N) is coming home but-” Lydia started, not taking her eyes off of the book that rested on her lap.

“No buts!” Stiles shouted. “I haven’t seen her in months and I miss her and I’m excited,” he rambled.

“I haven’t seen her in months either and I’m still not as excited as you,” Scott chuckled from beside Malia. “And I’m her brother.”

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Alpha pt. 7

Originally posted by teenwolflove15

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six //

“Who’s been helping you?”
“Not sure what you mean”
Peter pulled his shirt over his head and slipped it on. The warmth that radiated on his skin from the dryer, made him purr like a kitten.
“Don’t play stupid, Peter. I know you couldn’t have done all this without someone helping you”
“Can’t an uncle do something nice for his dear nephew, like help him capture a murderous Kanima?”
“No,” Derek said flatly.
He knew Peter better than anyone. He always had a trick up his sleeve and never ceased to play his twisted little games. It had to be someone close. Someone who could be in the middle of everything.

“I thought it was just supposed to be us”
Stiles scratched his head and gave a nervous chuckle. Lydia refused to let him bail on a bonding night since she’d planned it weeks ago. Scott tried to get out too, but as usual, it was always two against one. Five, since Erica, Isaac, and Boyd butt in as an order from Derek.
“It could be fun”
“Or it could be a complete disaster”
Stiles opened his mouth to protest, “either way, you’re right. It’ll be fun!”
You moved to set your stuff down while Stiles was left in shock.
“So how should we do the teams?”
Lydia immediately ran down to the control panel and placed her name first, “boys against girls. Obviously”
Isaac against Allison, Lydia against Boyd, Stiles against Erica, and You against Scott.
Stiles tried to change the order but Lydia wasn’t having it.
“This is how you measure up real competition”

The girls, of course, were winning. The only ones keep up the points, were Isaac and Boyd. Scott was distracted every time he went up and Stiles just could not bowl. He had a score of five in the fourth frame while Isaac nailed 80 points. You couldn’t bear to see him suffer so you pulled him aside.

“You suck at this”
“Wow, I was actually expecting a pep talk or something”
“I can’t pep what’s not there”
“What is the goal of this conversation?”
You smiled and grabbed his hands in yours, “remember our first kiss?”
“I do, yes, very much,” Stiles chuckled.
“Good, think of this as kissing me”
“How–how does that apply to bowl–”
“Just do it”

You let go of his hands and went back to your side.
The girls crossed their arms in disappointment but you could care less. Stiles picked up the ball, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. He tried to remember what your lips felt like and how peaceful he felt at that moment. Stiles opened his eyes and let the ball go onto the lane. The pins fell in defeat as Stiles jumped in excitement. His first strike. He turned back to catch your smile and couldn’t help but smile wider than he did now.
Scott clenched his jaw and looked away from him. On his turn, Allison came up behind him when his ball only got one pin.

“Don’t get frustrated. Remember the first time we bowled?”
“Then, picture me naked”

Allison stepped back to watch him nail the strike. Everyone sucked in a laugh when he got a straight up gutter. When he was turning to leave you placed a hand on his arm, “it happens to everyone.”
Somehow your reassurance made him feel better. It was nice coming from you. Everyone started to get hungry so you volunteered to go cash in orders. Scott said he’d tag along and help you get the food back.
The silence between the two of you was awkward.
He wanted to say something but he wasn’t sure how to approach you. You, on the other hand, was delighted that he was anxious.
“So, you and Stiles, is that like a thing or…”
You smiled and shifted on your feet.

“Maybe yes or maybe no?”
“Maybe both”
“Can you choose one?”
You chuckled at his impatience.
“Are you jealous, McCall?”
“What if I was?”
“I would question your relationship with Allison. Stiles and I are here on a date”
“I get that, I just don’t get why”
“Why does my being with Stiles bother you so much?”
“Cause I don’t think he’s your type!”
Scott started to breath heavy and clenched his jaw so much that you could feel how sore it must be. His eyes were blazon with anger and that familiar stench of jealousy rang through your senses.
With a seductive whisper, you locked eyes with him, “then who is, Scott?”
His heart beat quickened, his breathing fell deeper, making his chest fall up and down. He looked at your lips and licked his own, as if to prep him for what he was going to do.
You grabbed the plate of food and left the other one for Scott to pick up.
He cursed under his breath from behaving the way he did.
His anger was growing out of control. Between hearing Stiles talk about you all the time and seeing the two of you together made him so jealous that he couldn’t see or think straight.

“You’re in heat”
Derek chuckled and threw a slashed tire to the other side of the room.
“What do you mean, I’m in heat? I thought that only happens to–”
Peter flexed his muscles and sat in a chair.
“Au contraire, McCall, heat happens to both genders, that’s why sponges are wet and wood is hard”
Derek rolled his eyes and faced Scott.
“Heat comes and goes in cycles. It happens because the wolf side of you wants to mate, thereby, making your hormones go haywire. It brings out the most feral, horny side of you that is usually buried within. Luckily for you, your attraction isn’t to your alpha”
“Yes, that would be rather awkward. I know I’m handsome Scott, but please–”
“Shut up, Peter. How do I fix this?”
“You can’t. It can go on for as long as two weeks, and it seems to me like your body is just prepping itself for the cycle. If you’re lucky, it’ll be over in five days”
“Five days? We don’t have five days! Matt is controlling Jackson and he might kill someone else in five days”
“You asked, I answered”
“Give me a better solution,” Scott’s eyes glowed yellow and his claws stretched out. Derek appeared unamused.
“Scott. I want you to think very carefully about what you’re going to do. Either you leave with the information I gave you or leave in a condition different from when you walked in”
“Is that a threat?”
Peter smirked at the situation before him. Scott was unhinged. What a nicely gift wrapped present his puppy left him in. He got up and wrapped his arm around the angry wolf.
“Come with me, I think I know something that might help you”
“I’ll see you later, nephew”

“I’m sorry about our last date a couple of days ago. I know it was bad but do we really have to go go-karting? Mini-golf is still open”
You looked up at Stiles through your cap and smiled.
“Afraid you’ll lose?”
“I’m more afraid that I’ll die”
You went over to the preparation room and Stiles reluctantly followed behind.
After being briefed about the rules of the track and what to do if stuck in a situation on the track.
That didn’t help Stiles feel any better than he did prior to the training.
But he wanted to make Y/N happy. She looked so confident picking out a helmet and calling dibs on which kart she wanted.
The guy on the side waved them to go and Y/N took off.
She was in the lead where Stiles wasn’t dead last but only because the two guys behind him were high. It’s just racing, come on. Stiles stepped on the gas after pepping himself up.
He was slowly but surely passing people out on the track. Y/N was so far until some kid bumped into her and made her spin. The karts stopped and a worker had to turn her around. Once he did, Stiles caught up to Y/N and came close to beating her.
They were head to toe but she bumped his kart back.
Stiles laughed at her competitive nature.
Once they got out, Y/N jumped up and down when she saw the finalist board.
“In your face Stilinski”
“Well, how else do you win?”
“By actually being good?”
Y/N laughed and crossed her arms, “was that an insult?”
Stiles walked away only for Y/N to hop on his back.
She squealed when he started running and laughing like a madman.

Peter handed Scott a cup of coffee and they both took a walk.
He didn’t say anything which was making Scott a little bit angrier than he supposed to feel.
“Peter, what are we doing out here?”
He raised a finger to his lips and continued to drink his coffee.
Scott huffed and crossed his arms.
Peter finally stopped walking and placed a hand in his pocket while he held his drink in the other hand.
“Why are you attracted to Allison?”
“What do you mean?”
“It’s a simple question. You have a girlfriend. Why?”
Scott looked away from him and thought to himself.
There were lots of reasons to why he fell in love with Allison but why did he struggle with the question?
“I don’t know, her smile?”
“Why are you asking me? I’m not the one dating her”
“She was a breath of fresh air. Just when I needed it”
“And now you’re falling for someone else”
“I wouldn’t say I am–”
“Denial is what makes you angry. Seeing the girl you desire with someone else can boil your blood quicker than someone hitting on the girl you’re with. I’m not saying you don’t love Allison, it’s just not the same anymore. Your wolf knows that and he wants to play”
As Peter spoke, images of Y/N flashed through his mind. He’d undressed so many times that he could be blindfolded and accurately point to a body part.
“I thought you said you were going to help me. I feel like I’m already going insane. I can’t stop thinking about her and when I’m with Allison I imagine that she’s the one underneath me”
“You have to let go of Allison. Tell this girl how you feel. I’m pretty sure teenagers are still doing that till this day”
“I can’t”
“Because Stiles is with her and I can’t do that to him”
“Maybe you can’t, but your wolf will. This would’ve all been avoided had you listened to me and accepted me as your alpha”
A nerve was struck and Scott lashed out.
“I’m never going to be in your pack, Peter!
"Fine. Until you change your mind, I’ll keep the information all to myself. Good luck on your horny situation”

Scott tried to grab Peter but he twisted his arm behind his back. “Silly Omega, don’t you know that all the blood leaves your brain and goes elsewhere?”
He pushed him onto the ground and smoothed out his shirt.
“You’re going about this all wrong, Scott”
With that, he left the teenager on the ground.

“I had a lot of fun today,” Stiles turned off the engine and rested his head on the seat.
“Yeah, way better than the first one”
They laughed and looked at each other for a while.
The silence was somewhat comforting.
“Walk me to my door?”
The two walked and talked up until they reached the door.
She looked up at Stiles, biting her lip.
“Something about you Stiles makes me want to throw away my dating rule”
“Dating rule?”
“Yup, I wait for five dates before I move forward. This is only our second and I don’t think I can wait for another three”
“What are you saying?”
Y/N stepped forward and sucked Stiles into her seductive gaze, “come inside”
Stiles felt his breath hitch and his hands fidgeted in his pockets.
“Yes, no, I mean, I don’t know”
Y/N took a step back and nodded, “I get it, you want your first time to be with someone you actually care about”
‘Whoa, no! I want to do this, I just, I’m not–“
"It’s okay Stiles. I’m not hurt, thanks for taking me home,” Y/N moved to open the door when Stiles grabbed her wrist the same way he did in the parking lot.
“Listen, I’ve dreamt about doing this with you, it’s just, I don’t want to be bad. I want the first time to be special”
“Like what? Candles and chocolate?”
“I won’t apologize for being a cliché romantic”
Y/N laughed, Stiles was truly something else.
“We could always practice. You know, kissing and getting comfortable with each other before we actually have sex. So it’s up to you, you can come inside and we can cuddle and watch a movie”
“You’re very straight to the point, aren’t you?”
“I have to be”
Stiles smiled and followed her inside, the wooden door creaked as it closed.


Derek winced in pain and sat against the wall.
Scott crawled next to him, peering his head from the side to check if he was still there.
“Great, just great. Now we have a pissed off Matt who can, apparently control Jackson, after us”
Scott hushed him up while he tried to ping Stiles’ phone. He was supposed to help him prove that Matt was killing everyone and not Mr. Harris.
The phone went to his voicemail and Scott cursed a little too loud.
The next thing he heard was a click to his head, “drop the phone and get up”
Scott slowly rose from the ground with his hands up.
Derek attempted to lunge for Matt but he felt his body go still then drop on the ground.
A half transformed Jackson snarled and dragged him through the blood of the other dead officers.
“Matt you don’t have to do this, please”
“Shut it, keep moving”
Matt kicked the back of his knee, making him fall on the ground.
With his boot to his chest, Matt gave Scott a wicked smile.
Melissa screamed as she saw her son at gunpoint.
“Mom, run! Get out of –”
Scott roared in pain as Matt fired a shot just underneath his ribcage.
Melissa screamed and ran toward him.
Having the advantage, Matt pointed the gun at her and shook his head no.
“Get in the cell”
“Scott, he needs me, just let me look at the wound, please I–”
Matt cocked the gun and narrowed his eyes at the crying woman.
“Don’t make me repeat myself”
“Mom, please, just do what he says”
“Oh, this is too good. Does mommy not know what kind of monster you are? Maybe you tell her. Or don’t. She’ll figure it out by the end of tonight”

The lights went out and the station was filled with smoke.
Scott jumped to his feet and picked up Derek, running past Jackson to try and get him safe.
Something happens and they split off.
“Don’t move”
Scott stops to find an arrow aimed at him.
“Allison, what are you doing?”
“Where’s Derek?”
“What? Why are you–”
She released her fingers, as the arrow flew an inch past Scott’s ear and into a box.
“I don’t want to hurt you”
“Then what the hell was that?!
"Derek needs to pay for what’s he done”
Allison put her bow down and walked past him, turning around with dead eyes, “if you won’t help me, then stay out of my way because I won’t miss next time”
She pulled the arrow out of the box and left Scott dumbfounded.

“No! Get away from me!”
Scott runs to the sound of his scared mother to find Jackson trying to claw his way inside.
He tackled him to the ground, trying to wrestle him away from the cell.
Derek showed up and yanked him across the hall.
Unable to control his transformation, Scott gazed up at his mother, yellow eyes flashing and all.
“Oh my god”
Scott ran away and ran right into Gerard.
“I don’t get it, none of this was supposed to happen! You said if I did what you asked, spied on Derek, told you about Jackson and Matt that you would leave everyone alone!”
“Dear Scott, things don’t always go according to plan. As you can clearly see, this was not my doing but you leave Matt to me. Go help your mother”
Scott did as he asked.
Derek clenched his jaw and slipped away into the shadows.