malia something or other

you know you’re on my mind

This is part 1/? of a human AU I’ve been wanting to write for AGES in which Derek and Stiles are long-distance friends/pen pals. Derek lives in California and Stiles lives in Poland. Features brief past Stiles/Malia (Derek and Malia aren’t related in this AU). Idk how long this fic could eventually get; I’m hoping to just work on it as I get the time/inspiration. 

 Title from “Mind Over Matter” by Young the Giant because that song always makes me think of LDRs. 

EDIT: This WIP is now also up on AO3 here.


If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

He’s got dozens of photos of Stiles saved to his phone, and a whole box of letters from Stiles, and years’ worth of emails from Stiles, and a whole wall of postcards from Stiles pinned up on the wall over his bed, and none of it is enough.

He wants to do things to Stiles, okay, things besides just watch movies together in two different time zones or talk on skype.

…which… is kind of a new feeling.

Derek didn’t even know he liked guys until three years ago, freshman year of high school, when Stiles came home from a party raving about this girl he’d kissed, Malia something-or-other, and how Malia’s hair was so soft, and how Malia had the prettiest brown eyes and the best laugh, and—and suddenly Derek wanted to throw his computer against the wall.

“I have to go,” he’d snapped, and slammed his laptop shut and thrown on some jogging clothes.

He was five miles deep into the Preserve before it really sank in, not just the jealousy but the absurdity of the jealousy. He and Stiles had never even met, technically. They were probably never going to live in the same country. There was no logical reason for them not to date other people. Especially given that Stiles might not even like guys, or like him.

Still, he was secretly, guiltily, viciously satisfied when Stiles and Malia broke up barely two weeks later.

And since then the crush has gotten, if anything, worse.

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The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 8) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Worst Party Ever”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Malia Tate, Isaac Lahey, Cora Hale, Lydia Martin, Jordan Parrish, Hanna Simmons, Sarah Millin, Simon Brewster & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Fluff, underage drinking… if that’s something people care about.

Summary: The pack goes to a house party.

Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine

Originally posted by inveens

“Hey Scott, my roommates and I are outside, and Stiles said he went out for ice, can you let us in? I don’t want to just walk in to this person’s house..” You said into your iPhone. “Okay, great, thanks.”

“So is Scott cute?” Your roommate, Hanna, asked.

“Yea, he is, and he’s single too. He’s kind of not over his ex though which actually really sucks, because he definitely deserves better.” You replied.

“And how did you meet all of them again?” Sarah, your other roommate, asked.

“Oh, Scott sits next to me in Western Civ. and we just started hanging out.”

“But Stiles is the one you like?” Hanna confirmed.


“What kind of name is Stiles anyway?” Sarah questioned. You looked at her, furrowing your brow and then shrugged. You didn’t actually know the answer to that question. You intended on finding out.

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Imagine knowing about the supernatural in Beacon Hills ever since your two little cousins were saved by a teenager with super strength. You thought their tale of a girl with yellow eyes and fangs who was trying to attack them was just a joke, but after a while you start to notice impossible things. Then when rumors around school start to fly around about Liam being a monster, you realize not all monsters do monstrous things. So when you hear Liam is being targeted by a bunch of bullies to get him to shift in front of everyone, you decide to step in.

Originally posted by secretgif-s

Liam X Reader

Something weird is going on.

Well to be fair something weird is always going on in Beacon Hills, but this time it’s worse. People are paranoid about something, always looking over their shoulder and fidgeting nervously when in the same room as someone in particular. But that fear and paranoia quickly turns into anger, and you start to realize that certain students at school are being singled out.

But the thing is, you know why everyone’s acting shady. You have known for a while now that some people are more than just human, as unbelievable as that sounds, but it’s the truth. Your two little cousins had once been attacked by a girl with yellow glowing eyes, fangs and claws, but had been saved by a boy with superhuman strength. Everyone had thought them to be making it up, but as the years slowly passed you realized maybe there was some truth to their words.

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Echo House // A Stiles Stilinski Smut

A/N: This is my first ever one-shot and smut. But, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Prompt: Emma’s boyfriend, Stiles Stilinski, has decided to lock himself inside Eichen House in order to keep everyone he loves safe. Emma sneaks into the mental house to be with Stiles. What they don’t know is what awaits them inside. A one-shot filled with emotion, strife, chaos, and pain. Amongst other things like love and sex.

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Swearing, Angst, and Pain.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Word Count: 7,432

A/N: This is my first ever one-shot and smut. But, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Originally posted by loff-ya-babe

As soon as we heard the news, Scott and I drove over to Eichen House as fast as we could. Thankfully Stiles and the Sheriff were just arriving too. 

Scott and I got off his motorbike and ran over to them. 

“Why didn’t you tell us?!” Scott asked.

“Because we wanted to avoid something like this.” Sheriff Stilinski answered. 

“It’s only 72 hours.” Stiles stated. 

Stiles, the love of my life, has never looked more fallen apart. His eyes sucken from his lack of sleep and bloodshot from crying I can only guess. My body ached with pain seeing him this way.

“This is the same place where Barrow came from. The guy who had a tumor inside of him filled with flies!” Scott said. 

“You don’t know everything yet.” I said to the Sheriff. Hoping that could make him rethink all of this.

“I know enough.” He protested. “Nogitsunes, Kitsunes, Oni, or whatever they’re called-”

“No, it’s actually all suprisingly correct.” Stiles interrupted. 

“Guys, I saw an M.R.I. that looks exactly like my wife’s. And it terrifies me.” the Sherriff continued. 

That was the first time since Scott and I have arrived that Stiles and I exchanged looks. His eyes were filled with sadness.

It breaks my heart seeing him like this. I just want him to be better. To be free of all of this. Stiles is the last person on earth who deserves this. 

A tear escaped my eye. 

“I’m heading down to L.A. tomorrow morning to talk to a specialist.”

“Why are you putting him in here?” Scott asked. 

“He’s not.” Stiles said with confidence. “It was my decision." 

"Stiles, I can’t help you if you’re in here!” Scott said.

“And I can’t hurt you.” Stiles said.

Another tear.

“Deaton’s got some ideas. Argent’s calling people. We’re gonna find something. And if we can’t-” Scott began to say.

“If you can’t. If you can’t, you have to do something for me okay?” Stiles said. “Make sure I never get out!” His voice filled with determination.

That’s when I lost it. Tears started flowing out everywhere. 

“No Stiles! No! You can’t do this, okay? Please don’t do this!” I begged. “You can’t. Please PLEASE! We can do something else! Anything else! We’ll lock you up like we did with Scott on his first couple of full moons or we’ll borrow a freezer from Isaac. Just please don’t lock yourself away in here." 

"Scott always broke away anyway. And, besides, it’s only 72 hours.” He said, placing his hand on my right cheek. 

“A lot can happen in 72 hours.” I said. 

“I have to do this.” He said looking into my eyes.

He then placed a kiss on my cheek. It would’ve been on my lips, but we weren’t going to kiss in front of his dad.

Stiles nodded to his father for them to walk inside. 

Scott walked over to me and took me in an embrace. Scott understands more than anyone else, other than the Sherriff of course, how awful it is to see Stiles suffer. 

And so we watched the most important person in our lives walking off into a place that will certainly give him memories that will last for the rest of his life.

Scott went over to the animal clinic with Allison to try and find solutions with Deaton. 

I decided to go on my own little adventure. 

The thought of Stiles being alone in a mental institution all the while being haunted by the nogitsune has kept me awake all of last night. I cannot leave Stiles alone in a situation like this. I have to be there for him, now more than ever. 

And so, I’ve somehow managed to sneak into Eichen House. The first thing I did was put on their awful clothing to desguise myself as a patient. The desguise consisted of a long sleeve light navy blue shirt, grey sweatpants and brown slippers. 

I was walking down the hallway trying to figure out where Stiles could possibly be when, out of luck, I spotted him talking to some girl. As I got closer I realized it was Malia, the girl we all saved from her own father and then Scott changed her from her coyote form back to her human form. I guess her father must have felt that putting her in here was the best option for her to recover from all those years she was missing

Suddenly, Malia pulled her fist back and punched Stiles right in the face. 

I immedietly ran over to him, but before I could reach him, a big Eichen House employee held him down.

Anger boiled inside me. How dare this girl hurt Stiles? Especially after he helped save her damn life! I glared at Malia and she glared back, certainly recognizing me from that day.

“She hit me!” Stiles yelled at the employee. “Wait, wait, wait, wait! Stop! I didn’t do anything!" 

The employee pinned my love to the ground, who seemed to have stop fighting and was looking at something. 

Then out of nowhere, our school’s guidence counselour, Ms. Morrell appeared. 

"Enough!” She shouted. “Enough!" 

The employee let him go and I walked up just behind Stiles. 

"Stiles.” I heard her say to him. “You saw something didn’t you?" 

"The basement.” He answered. “I’ve been down there before.”

Ms. Morrell got up and left.

Stiles got up and walked over to some guy I do not recognize. 

“Stiles!” I called. “Hey!”

Stiles immedietly turned around, shock consuming his face. He walked over to me. His friend, I guess, followed.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” He asked. His expression filled with concern. “You shouldn’t be here! I can’t have you getting hurt!” His eyes filled with worry.

“Stiles, really? You literally just got punched in the face and you’re worried that I’ll get hurt?" 

With that, Stiles leaned in and kissed me. It was short, but very sweet.

"Thank you. Thank you for never listening to me.” He said, leaning his forehead against mine.

His friend then cleared his throat. 

Stiles looked over to him. He let me go and motioned for the guy to come closer.

“This is Oliver.” He introduced.

“Hi.” Oliver said.

“Hi.” I said

We both extended our hands and shook them.

“I see you’ve been making friends.” I said to Stiles. 

Stiles smiled.

“I think I swallowed a bug the other day.” Oliver said, trying to make things less uncomfortable. 

“Sounds delicious.” I said sarcastically. 

“Not exactly. I still feel like it’s stuck in my throat somewhere." 

"Well, umm-”

A bell rang. Thank God too, I wouldn’t know what to answer to something think that. 

“Oh that’s the session bell.” Oliver stated.

Stiles and I both looked at him very confused. 

“It means we have a counseling session to go to." 

"Oh okay. Well, why don’t you go ahead and we’ll meet you there?” Stiles suggested.


Oliver had the most adorable smile on his face as he walked off. He’s a bit strange, but I like him. 

"Emma, this is where the nogitsune kept me.” Stiles whispered, facing me. 

“Kept you?” I asked.

“Yeah when I was missing." 

"Oh you mean where he kept you although you were actually just asleep.”

“Yes. Same thing Em.” He said, a bit annoyed. “I stayed in the basement. We have to go there. I need to find out why he kept me there." 

As we started to walk, the employee that was holding Malia after she punched my Stiles came over to us.

"Why haven’t you gone to the session yet?” He asked. “You need to be at the session." 

"Sorry. We were just heading there.” Stiles lied.

“Yeah. Well I’ll walk you over there myself. Can’t have any of you crazies walking around just anywhere.”

I looked at the nametag pinned to his clothes. It read Brunski. 

“Great.” Stiles said. Knowing him, he definitely meant that in a sarcastic way. 

Brunski ushered us into this big and spacious room filled with windows and chairs. There was a small circle of chairs with Ms. Morrell sitting right in the middle. We spotted Oliver and sat right next to him.

Then I realized we were sitting right across from Malia. 

“I want to go back to the topic of guilt today. It might surprise you to hear me say that guilt is a good thing.” Ms. Morrell began.

Stiles wouldn’t stop moving in his seat. He would keep shaking his legs or fidgeting with his hands. 
So I reached over and placed a comforting hand on his thigh. He looked at me, smiled and took my hand into his. Our fingers intertwined. 

“It’s a rather mature emotion.” She continued. “Malia, you said something about guilt the other day. You said it came with a visceral reaction.”

“I said it made me feel sick to my stomach.” Malia cleared up, looking at me and Stiles.

Oliver started coughing, pulling me away from the glare we had estabilshed.

“Guilt often becomes physical.” Ms. Morrell explained. “You feel it in your gut." 

Stiles let go of my hand, leaned forward and pressed his hands to his face. He’s thinking about all the things he’s done as the nogitsune. I don’t need to read minds to know that. I extended my hand and rubbed it along his back. Trying to help him calm down.

"It’s not just phychological.” Ms. Morrell said, staring at Stiles with a somewhat cynical expression.

Stiles started to look around. Then he spotted something to my right. I looked, but saw nothing there. Fear consumed Stiles. 

I continued to rub his back and began carressing his arm. Doing everything I can to calm him down. 

He looked at me and I looked. back, trying to comfort him.

“How does guilt make you feel, Stiles?” She asked.

“I’m sorry, what?” He asked, breaking our eye contact. 

“Guilt.” She answered. “What does it make you feel?" 


“Like a sense of urgency?” Her eyes were tense and focused on him. Like she knew more than she let on.

Stiles nodded. 

“You feel an urgent need to make up for something you’ve done. You apologize.”

Stiles turned away and looked at me. Looking for the comfort I gave him before. 

He, then, started to look behind me. 

“These are healthy responses. Does anyone know who we call someone who doesn’t expierence guilt?”

“Sociopath?” Oliver said rasing his hand. 

“That’s right Oliver." 

Stiles just could not keep still. He started gripping the back of his neck. Scratching it. 

"I’m sorry everyone, but we need to take a break.” Ms. Morrell said urgently. 

Stiles and I shared a confused glance.

“Come with me Stiles? You too Emma.” She said, standing up. “I’d like to talk to you both for a minute.”

Stiles and I got up from our seats, hand in hand, and walked into the nearest room with her. She closed the door behind us. 

“Stiles, this is going to sound very straight forward, but could you please remove your shirt?” She asked.

“Um, what?” I asked, jealousy creeping in. 

“Please Emma. I have better things to do than see a teenage boy’s abs. There’re marks on his neck leading to his back. I think I know what it is, but I need to make sure.”

I examined Stiles’s neck and saw what she was talking about. His neck was filled with what looks like rays.

For the sake of my jealousy, I asked him to turn around and just lift up his shirt. He obeyed.

Ms. Morrell reached over and touched the marks that were all over his back.

“They’re called Lichtenberg Figures. They appear on lightning strike victims.”

She let go. Stiles let go of his shirt, turned towards her and grabbed my hand again.

“The fact that they’re appearing on you after a shot of wolf lichen is both significant and strange.” She said.

“By significant and strange, do you mean hopeful and optimistic?” Stiles asked, making me chuckle. He’s the only person who is able to make me laugh during an awful situation like this. 

Ms. Morrell walked over to a cabinet with medicine inside, picked one and came back to us. 

“When the marks fade, the nogitsune’s grip over you will return." 

She handed him a bottle of pills. 

"What are these? Sleeping pills?” He asked. 

“Amphetamines.” She answered. “Sleeping is exactly what you don’t want to do. You’re vulnerable when you sleep." 

"So all I have to do is stay awake?" 

Stiles and I shared hopeful glances.

"For now.” She said hauntingly. “If your friends…and girlfriend…haven’t figured something out by the time those marks are gone, I’ll come find you.”

“To tell me what to do?" 

"No. To give you an injection. Pancuronium bromide. It causes respiratory paralisys.”

It felt like she had just punched me in the stomach and knocked all the wind out of me. 

“That sounds a lot like death.” Stiles stated.

“It’s used for lethal injection. Yes." 

"So when the nogitsune takes over, you’re gonna kill me?” Stiles asked angrily. 

We have enough problems on our own. We don’t need this bitch making things worse.

“I’m gonna do what I’ve always done. Maintain the balance.”

“Okay then. I’ve missed our talks.” He said. “Thanks for the illicit drugs." 

Stiles and I started to walk out of the room. 

"Emma!” She called. “Keep. Him. Awake." 

Stiles and I left the room.

"Okay. There has to be a door the the basement right?” Stiles contemplated. 

“Actually I think I saw it when I sneaked inside.” I said. “Follow me.”

Stiles and I walked over to the hallway I first came in. At the end of it, there was a door. We walked to it and Stiles tried to turn the knob. Locked. Fantastic. We both started to bang on the door and mess with the knob. Maybe, just maybe, we can open it this way.

“What are you doing?" 

Stiles and I jumped. We turned around to see Oliver looking at us, confused.

"We need to get to the basement.” I answered. 

“Doctors don’t even have the key to this door.” He said. “Only Brunski. He’s got keys to everything in here." 

"Does he keep them on him all the time?” Asked Stiles. 

“If you want them, you’ll have to find a way to trick him.”

“Well part of me is getting very good at playing tricks." 

We walked down the hallway back to the lobby again. Malia was there. And of course she was glaring at us. 

"I am so done with her.” I said.

I started walking towards her.

“Hey, whoa, hey. What are you doing?” Stiles asked, stopping me in my tracks.

“I’m going to talk to her. She can’t just go around punching my boyfriend in the face." 

"I appreciate your concern with me, but a punch in the face doesn’t hurt compared to everything else I’ve been through." 

I turned over to Stiles and carressed his face. 

"I know, but I have to do this.” I said, purposely repeating what he told me last night.

I walked up to her.

“Hello there Malia." 

"Hello.” She said back.

She was wearing a long sleeve shirt along with a thick coat.

“Are you cold?” I asked. “It’s like 80 degrees out." 

"Yeah. Ever since I turned back to human, I just can’t seem to get warm.” She answered. 

“Maybe you just have a low cortemp.” Suggested Stiles. “You know, you might just be sick or-”

“I used to have a fur coat!” She answered cutting him off.

“Or that. Hey it could be that. It’s probably that.” Stiles answered feeling obviously akward. 

“Yeah, so, I was kind of wondering why you punched my boyfriend in the face?” I asked.

“What? Did you think I was gonna thank him?” She retorted.

“Well yes actually. We did kind of save your life!" 

"You’re right. Thank you. Thanks for invading my home, for putting me on the run, for turning me back to human so that I could look at my father everyday and try to figure out how to explain to him that the reason my sister and mother are dead is because I almost ate them on a full moon. Thank you so very much.”

“We were just trying to help.” Stiles said softly. 

“You want to help me? Find a way to change me back!" 

"You want to go back to being a coyote?” I asked.

She grabbed my wrist.

“What do you know?” Asked Malia, with urgency in her voice.

I stared down at her hand than looked back at her. 


"I might know somebody who could teach you how to change." 

"Okay. What do you want?”

“We need to get into the basement.” Answered Stiles.

“Which means we need to get the keys off of Brunski.” I continued. “You help us and we’ll help you.”

“Done.” She agreed.

The session bell rang again. I guess Ms. Morrell needs to continue giving her heartfelt lesson on guilt. 

“Let’s do it during the session.” Suggested Stiles. 

“Okay. Do you have a plan?” I asked.

“Emma. I always have a plan.”

Stiles then explained his plan. He decided to include Oliver in it. 

Oliver and Malia were going to distract Brunski and grab his keys. 

“It’s simpler than I thought.” I said.

“Hopefully it’s simple enough to actually work.” Said Malia.

We all walked into the spacious room again. Then, Oliver and Malia began their distraction. They pretended to fight. Oliver was pinned on top of her and yelling.

“No! She said that they put holes in your head! She said that!" 

I could see Malia quickly grab the keys from Brunski. She ran over to us and handed the key to me. 

"Go!” She said.

Stiles and I sneaked out of the room back to that door at the end of the hallway. 

Stiles took the keys and started to try and unlock the door. 

“Come on.” He said moving to the next key and the next. 

I looked around to make sure no one followed us. But, instead, I spotted Oliver go into some dark room at the end of the hallway. What the hell is he doing?

“Hey you okay if I go check on something?” I asked.

“Yeah why?” Stiles asked. 

“Oliver’s being weird. Well more than the usual." 


I walked over to the room he went into. I opened the door and looked for the light switch. 

He was gone. Vanished right before my eyes.

"Hang on. Hang on! I can’t go to sleep! Okay? I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Stop! Get off of me man!” I heard Stiles shout. He started to yell.

I immedietly ran over to where his voice was coming from. I peeked inside and saw two men with Brunski inside a room with Stiles. They were putting him to sleep! Panic attacked me. 

They stopped and I hid in the nearest room. 

“Please. You don’t understand! You don’t get it. I have to stay awake. I gotta stay awake.” He said, slowing down. I guess whatever they put in him sure worked fast. 

I started to freak out. Stiles can’t go to sleep and I was supposed to keep him awake! Tears started to fill my eyes. 

No. I can’t cry. I have to do something. 

Brunski and his minions finally left the room. I heard them talking about another way into the basement. Through the closed unit they said.

Once they were completely out of my sight, I ran over there. The door was closed and locked.

No. No. No! This can’t be happening! I can feel a panic attack start to creep up. 

I started to fidget with the door knob. Feeling the adrenaline in my veins, I pulled at it. They say a mother can lift a car if her child were stuck under it. I can do this. 

I pulled the knob with force I’ve never had before. 

It broke off.

“OH MY GOD!” I laughed. “I DID IT!" 

I opened the door and Stiles was laying on the floor. He was hysterical. Screaming and shaking. 

I kneeled down to him and grabbed him in my arms.

He screamed louder.

"No. No. No. Stiles! It’s me! It’s just me! Shhh! Shh! Wake up! It’s me!”

His eyes flashed open. And when he saw it, indeed was just me, he calmed down. Relief consuming both of us. All is well. Thank God.

We both let out a sigh.

Stiles looked at me with a different expression. His eyes beamed something I could not understand. It was soft and gleaming.

“How did you get in here?” He asked out of breath.

“I broke the lock!” I said with the biggest smile on my face. “Hearing you scream and suffer brought me the strength and need to make you be okay again.”

He smiled back.

“Alright get up.” I said, helping him get up. “There’s another entrance into the basement. Through the closed unit appearantly.”

Stiles and I found that entrance and made our way into the basement. It was very dark and cold. 

I looked over at Stiles and he seemed scared.

“It’s okay.” I said. “It wasn’t real.”

“It sure as hell felt real.” He said with a pained expression. 

I walked in front of him to stop him. I leaned in and kissed him. I know this isn’t exactly the best time, but I need him to know how much I care about him. 

“You’re not going through that alone ever again.” I said, pulling away. “I’m here for you.”

He gave me a weak smile. 

“So, do you have any idea what we should be looking for?” I asked. 

“Something to do with that.” He said, pointing in front of me. 

I turned around and saw the self conjugy burned into a spot on the wall. 

We walked up to it and felt it just to make sure it was actually there. 

“The nogitsune drew that there.” He said. “Then it burned away.”

“Right before your eyes?" 

"Right before my eyes.”

“Okay so maybe he was making some sort of symbolism. He drew it because you were yourself, then burned it away because you stopped being yourself as soon as he came into the picture." 

"Yeah I thought about that too. But it just doesn’t make sense why he would do it here. Why Eichen House? Is it because he’s made me lose my mind?”

“Was there anything else he said or did to you?" 

"Well other than scream ‘Let me in’ and tell me riddles, no." 

"What kind of riddles?" 

"His favorite one was ‘Everyone has it, but no one can lose it.’ To which the answer was a shadow." 

"Shadow? As in your shadow or his?" 

"Both I guess." 

"Maybe he has a shadow and it’s here somehow." 

"Should we look around?” Stiles asked.

“That would probably be a good idea." 

Looking around, I spotted a couch. Boy could I sure use a nap or any sense of release right now. Then behind the couch I saw something. Looked like a sort of box. 

I walked over and opened it. It was filled with papers. Papers with alarming pictures on it.

"I can’t seem to find anything. Have you?” Stiles asked from afar.

“I think I may have. Come over here." 

Stiles walked over to me and we moved the box in front of the couch that way we could sit down. We started digging into it, but slowly started to realize there wasn’t anything useful when it came to the supernatural. 

"This place sure used to be a lot of fun. The torture devices they would use sounds very inviting.” I joked.

“Hey look at this one.” Said Stiles, showing me a picture of a guy will a hole drilled in his head. “Trepination." 

"Isn’t that what Oliver kept going on about?" 

"Sure is.”

“Stiles?” I asked alarmed, noticing something terrible.

“Yeah?” He said looking at me. 

“The marks. They’re almost gone!" 

Stiles put his hand on his neck to check and see. 

His face fell and I could see tears start to form in his eyes.

"I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to be the nogitsune again.” He cried with his voice almost in a whisper. “I’m scared to Emma." 

I didn’t know what to say. I just froze there not knowing what to do. 

Stiles’s tears became more intense. 

"I’ve killed people. I don’t want to do that again. I just… I just want this to be over." 

"Scott’s going to find something. If someone’s going to figure this out, it’s going to be Scott.” I said, crying along with him. 

“I.. I almost killed him Emma. I almost killed my best friend. I felt the sword inside of him. I felt what I was doing. And that just,.. broke me." 

Stiles tried to wipe away the tears, but there were just too many. 

"Before, I would do everything to stop the villian. Now… Now I am the villian.” His voiced cracked at that last word.

“You are not the villian Stiles. You’re not. You know what you are? You’re the hero." 

"I am not the hero Emma. I’m anything but a hero.”

“Stiles I have lost count of how many times you’ve saved lives! Lydia, Jackson, Derek, Scott, me and so many others! The things you do is something no one else can do. You don’t need to have supernatural strength to be strong. You don’t need powers to defeat the bad guy. You know why Stiles? Because your strength in character, your intelligence, your love, your everything makes you win. You are what makes you a hero. Just you." 

Stiles looked up at me with that same unrecognizable look in his eyes from earlier. Only now I know exactly whay his expression meant.

Love. Love in the purest form.

Stiles leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t like any other kiss we’ve ever shared. It was tender, passionate and seemed to last forever. I threw my hands around his neck and deepened the kiss. He put his arms around my waist, pulling me in closer.

Stiles’s tongue grazed across my bottom lip, asking for an entrance. I opened my mouth for him and our tongues danced together. 

After a while, I brought my head up so I could breathe. But Stiles didn’t stop. He started to trail wet kiss along my neck, then would lift up and blow on them. The contrast from his warm kisses and cold blow made my head spin. 

I then pulled away and lay on the couch. Stiles straddled on top of me. He crashed his lips onto mine with urgency. I slipped my hands under his t-shirt and started to roam around his back. We were both starting to get really heated and I could feel him growing below me. 

"Emma.” He said completely out of breath. “We should stop before things get too much.”

“Let things get too much.” I said with a smirk. 

I took off my shirt.

Stiles just stayed there. Looking at me. 

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. I’ve never been more sure about loving someone in my life." 

That was the first time either one of us has said it out loud. 

"I love you too.” He said.

Stiles had the dorkiest smile on his face. My heart flooded with happiness. 

We went back to our intense kissing. I removed his shirt. And then his sweatpants. He hovered over me and helped me remove mine.

Stiles started to suck on my earlobe. He was so sweet, only touching my waist or neck, never anywhere else. I leaned my hands forward and slowly started to remove his underwear. He stopped what he was doing to help me do so. 

And when we removed it, all I could do was stare. Stiles was completely naked right before me. Never has he looked more handsome. More sexy. 

Stiles chuckled. “Your turn.” He said. 

Stiles removed my bra in one swift movement and then my underwear. 

He stared back. 

We both just tranced at each other with these stupid looks on our faces. 

I leaned forward and pushed him back, putting him in a sitting position. I got off the couch and kneeled in front of him. 

I placed my hand over his heart and could feel how hard it was beating. He knew what I was about to do.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Oh God! Never better!” He answered and we both laughed.

I extended my hand and touched his penis for the first time. I carressed the tip. Stiles couldn’t contain his moans and breaths. That made me feel good. I leaned forward, never breaking our eye contact. His eyes were wide and excited. It was adorable. 

I took him into my mouth and Stiles moaned. I swirled my tongue around his tip, driving him crazy. He grabbed the couch and tried to pull himself together. I started moving up and down taking in as much as I could. I wrapped my hands around the area I couldn’t reach. I started slow than moved faster and faster. Stiles’s moans filled the room. He shut his eyes tight and wouldn’t let go of the couch. Faster and faster I would move and louder and louder Stiles would become. 

“I’m going to release.” He said entirely out of breath “You should probably remove your mouth because I’m about to-" 

And with that Stiles came into my mouth. He looked down at me and I swallowed. 

He pulled me up to him and gave me an extremely passionate kiss. 

"Alright. My turn.” He said. 

I went back into my laying position on the couch and Stiles hovered over me. He kissed me once again and started to carress my breasts. He kneaded both of them as his tongue did wonders inside my mouth. 

He pinched both of my nipples and took one into his mouth. He nibbled on it and I couldn’t contain my moans either. He did the same to the other and blew on them both. Another moan. 

He kissed his way down to my core. He then spread my legs apart and stared at my most intimate part. I blushed and became red all over. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He said.

Then he brought his finger and slid it up and down.

“And so wet.”

I giggled.

Stiles then spread me apart and started to finger my clitoris. He motioned in circle movements. Always looking at me to make sure everything was okay. 

He started slow then picked up the pace. I kept moaning and hitching my hips. 

He then replaced his finger with his tongue. His warm breath and tongue was driving me insane. 

He kept going faster and faster and a knot/hot senstion began down there. The faster he went, the more it grew. Then when the sensation became unbearable, I released. It was the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever had. Even though it was my first. 

I was a mess. Completely out of breath. Stiles leaned over with the biggest smile ever. 

“I made you orgasm!” He exlaimed extremely giddy. 

“Yes you did.” I said back. 

“For two virgins, we’re surprisingly good at this!” He said. And we both laughed. 

“Now what?” I asked. Stiles chuckled. 

“We lose our virginity.” He answered. 

Stiles had already become hard again when he was working on me. 

I asked him to sit up and sat on his lap, straddling him. 

He took my face into his hands and I played with the back of his hair.

He kissed me. It was long and slow. We wanted to saviour this moment as much as we could. I started kissing his neck while his hands rubbed circles on my lower back. 

We kissed one more time, then we were both ready. I rested my hands on his shoulder and he held my waist with his. I lifted up and over him. Then he positioned my entrance on his tip. He slowly guided me down, and we never broke our eye contact. The pain was intense. I let out an aching groan. 

“I’m sorry.” He said, kissing me all over. 

When we reached the bottom, neither of us moved. I needed to adjust to him and even the smallest of movement would cause pain. 

I then lifted up and slowly went down again. 

After the fourth time of slow movements, I could feel Stiles throb inside me. He was ready for more and so was I. 

I got off him and layed on the couch. Stiles entered me without a single problem. I wrapped my legs around him and he picked up the pace. 

It felt amazing. Having the person I love the most making love to me made me bubble with pure happiness inside. 

“Faster!” I said. “And harder!”

Stiles obliged and his movements were sending me through a frenzy. I squeezed my eyes tight and could feel that knot come back. I grazed Stiles’s back with my nails and he grabbed onto the arm of the couch. 

Our moans were extremely loud. I wouldn’t be surprised if all of Eichen House could here us. 

“Don’t stop!” I screamed. 

He went on and I could tell he was close because his movements became sloppy and needy. My movements became needy too because I couldn’t stop bucking my hips. 


“Oh God Emma!" 

I could feel myself tightning around him, making Stiles moan even louder. 

Then, we both released. Stiles hot cum filling inside of me. 

We were breathing harder than ever. Stiles fell on top of me and I laughed. I kissed his forehead that was with droplets of sweat. I didn’t care. I just cared about him and his needs. 

"Wow.” He said.

“Wow.” I said back. 

“That was definitely not what I imagined doing when I decided to lock myself in here.” He said and I giggled.

“You’re welcome for not listening to you. Ever." 

"Thank you.” He said lifting up and kissing me. “Thank you.” Kiss. “Thank you.” Kiss. “Thank you.”

Stiles pulled out and layed facing me. He took my hand and we started to intertwine our fingers. Stiles smiled at me and placed a kiss on my nose. I smiled back. 

“Wait!” Stiles said sitting up. 

“What?!” I asked becoming alarmed. 

“We didn’t use a condom!" 

I let out a sigh and started to laugh.

"God, Stiles I thought something bad was happening!" 

Stiles laughed. 

"It’s fine.” I said. “I’ll just use the morning after pill." 

Stiles layed down again and I decided to turn around. We were spooning now.

Then I started to analyze the place where the self conjugy was and I noticed something. 

"Stiles.” I said getting up. “Put on your clothes and follow me." 

We both put our clothes back on and walked over to the symbol. 

"Do you see how it’s a different color than the rest of the wall? Kind of like it’s sectioned off.” I asked. 

“Yeah, now that you mention it.”

I leaned closer and knocked on the wall. The sound echoed.

“It’s hollow.” Stiles stated. 

Stiles turned around and picked up what seemed to be a pipe. And started whacking the shit out of this part of the wall. Stiles was able to make a huge hole and inside was this enormous space. We kneeled down in front of the gaping hole. Inside was a body, wrapped in bandages, and I think a sword. 

“This is him.” Stiles said with a pained voice. 

“This is the nogitsune?” I asked. 

He nodded. 

Stiles just kept staring at it. His eyes glued to the thing that’s been haunting him this entire time. 

“That’s why he brought you here. Because he’s here." 

"A shadow.” He said. We looked at each other and I smiled. I guess my theory was right. 

I put my hand through the hole and explored. 

Inside the nogitsune’s jacket pocket was a picture. Stiles and I looked at it and we instantly recognized a girl who looked exactly like Kira. 

Stiles took the picture and got up. I continued looking inside the hole. 

“We’ve got to get this to Scott.” He said. 

Suddenly, out of nowhere, I heard a buzzing sound and Stiles grunting. I immedietly looked up and saw Oliver with a tazer in his hand. Stiles fell to the ground, shaking.

“You took Brunski’s keys and I took his stun gun.” Said Oliver.

He came over to me and stunned me as well. I fell.

“I also got his Haldol.” Continued Oliver. 

He held a syringe in his hand and stuck it inside my thigh. He released the fluid and I could feel myself drifting to sleep. 

I fell asleep hearing Oliver say one last thing. 

“Like I was saying, Stiles, I heard they used to do trepination here.”


I awoke with an awful headache and my eyesight out of focus. 

Once everything did clear up, I took in my surroundings. I was still in the basement of Eichen House, but I was locked onto a chair. I looked down to see my hands tied onto the arms with, I think, leather cuffs. 

“I borrowed a few pointers from the five-point restraint." 

My head snapped up and I saw Oliver talking to Stiles, who was in the same situation as myself.

"Oliver, stop this.” Stiles said, struggling with the cuffs and moving. 

Oliver started to cough intensely. He brought his hand up to cover his mouth. When he finished, I could see the blood on his hand. And a fly. He wiped his hands on his pants.

“Oliver listen to me. Stop! Oliver! ”

Oliver raised his other hand, which had a drill in it, and turned it on. He grabbed Stiles’s head and started to near the drill to him. 

“OLIVER STOP!” Stiles and I shouted together. “OLIVER!" 

Then he stopped. And both of them looked at me. Stiles immedietly became more tense and more scared. He started to struggle more. He become hysterical. Trying to break the cuffs. 

Then he saw something behind me and stopped. 

"You did this.” He said. “You got into his head.”

Oliver walked over to me and tightened the cuff more. He positioned the drill again. But was waiting for something. 

“Stiles! What’s going on?!” I asked, terrified. 

“The nogitsune. He’s here. And he got into Oliver’s head!” Stiles answered. 

“Oliver, look at me! You have to fight him! Don’t let him do this do you!” I yelled to him. 

“Just let her go.” Stiles said. 

Stiles tensed up. And I saw tears fill his eyes. 

He started struggling again. Doing everything he could to break away from the cuffs and from the nogitsune. 

I know he’s saying something to him, even though I can’t see or hear it. 

“Just let her go. Please.” Stiles begged. 

Stiles screamed. 

I couldn’t take this anymore. I started balling. His pain brings me pain. That’s how love works.

“Stiles!” I called. “Look at me! Focuse on me!" 

He turned to me and we cried together. 

"I love you.” I said.

Then I heard Oliver’s drill begin again. He grabbed my head and positioned it. 

“Just stop. STOP! LET HER GO!” He shouted. 

Stiles screamed again. 

“Stiles! It’s okay. Just don’t let him get into your head again! I’ll be fine!”

Oliver began getting closer and closer with the drill.

“PLEASE!” He shouted. 

Stiles was in agonizing pain. He kept screaming and crying and struggling. 

Tears kept flowing down his face as he closed his eyes. Breathed one last time and let go. 

“NO!” I yelled. 

I know what that meant. 

He let the nogitsune take over in order to save me. 

I let out a wail. My heart ached more than it ever has before. I couldn’t breathe. More tears were falling, if that was even possible. 

Oliver came closer and closer with the drill. I don’t even care anymore. Stiles is going to suffer again. And it’s all my fault. 

“Oliver.” Said the voice coming from my boyfriend’s mouth. It was cold and fierce. Nothing like Stiles. 

Oliver stopped immedietly.

He broke the cuffs that were emprisioning him to the chair. 

He got up and messaged his wrists. 

He looked at us. His eyes lost all emotion. He was void. 

He walked towards Oliver and myself. Slowly. With no expresion whatsoever. 

He stopped in front of Oliver and stared at him. 

Then he punched Oliver in the face making him fall and faint. 

He turned to me. 

And I became scared. 

He reached over and ripped one cuff off and then the other. 

“Don’t ever say I haven’t done anything for you.” He said slowly. 

He started to walk away. 

“This isn’t over.” I said with more determination in my voice than I expected. 

He stopped. Looked at me. Then left. 

I got up and left the basement myself. Found my clothes from where I left it this morning and changed. I sneaked out the way I sneaked in.

This certainly is not over after everything he did to Stiles. I will find a way to save him and a way to kill the nogitsune. 

Little Things Matter ~ Stalia

Request: This actually isn’t a request exactly. This is for Stalia Secret Easter Bunny that I joined. I wrote this for @menyc1ty I am your Easter Bunny. I tried to incorporate some of your favorite moments and your ideal ending. I really hope you like it! 

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Malia Tate, Stiles Stilinski x Lydia Martin (Very minor)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,979

Author’s Note: I know that this isn’t what I typically write, but I have wanted to write something for Stalia for a long time because they are my number one otp. Flashbacks are in italics. Some are original Stalia scenes, but most are ones I made up. Some of this is kinda cliche, but it’s a good mix I think. 

Stiles sits in his Jeep and leaves the engine running. He knows she won’t take long. Maybe it’s the supernatural speed or the fact that over the past two years she didn’t accumulate many clothes. 

He focuses on tapping his fingers against the steering wheel until something else steals his attention. There’s a flash of a figure, followed by a loud noise that meant the trunk was being opened. 

“That took longer than I expected.” Stiles announced, smile wide as his girlfriend enters his car. She lets out a playful growl and moves her hair from her face. 

“Well, I didn’t expect my dad to start crying. If I did I would have added an extra ten minutes to my side of the bet.” Malia replied, clicking her seat belt. “What do I owe you?” 

Stiles flashes one of his goofy grins and answers, “Just this.” He presses his lips softly to hers, making a pleased noise as her lips move against his. 

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Naive Part 1

Malia noticed what was happening but somehow she still didn’t see it coming.
Should she blame it on how naive she used to be or just the fact that she was and is so in lo-
You can’t think that anymore , she reprimanded herself, He isn’t yours to love.
Malia knew this but the coyote in her brazened. The animalistic side of her, her true side, demanded to be felt. And it felt possessive and angry and hurt and betray-
She had to keep a better control of her self, be her own anchor but all the progress she had made seemed to unravel seeing Stiles.

Thinking of him unleashed a wave of memories that crashed on Malia which she welcomed yet were unbidden.
Stiles, who had helped her when she had come into this new world, confusing and -though she wouldn’t admit it- scary.
Too many rules and constrictions and a resentful father who wished it were her mother and sister (and so did she), and guilt and nightmares which kept her up at night.
And the cold.
He made her warm.
When all she could do was shiver and long for her fur, he made her warmer -no hotter- than she had ever been, each kiss and touch leaving a trail of heat behind, his fingers igniting a fire inside her. But better was when she saw Stiles, she felt like her heart was bursting with something, at the time,she couldn’t place but it calmed her mind.
The look he gave her made her feel like she could get through this, the pride and happiness spurring her on but more was the emotion she had come to associate with him.
He was the first to show her that, how to love someone and how it would feel to be loved in return.
When she had learnt to process her emotions of guilt or anger he had always been there, supporting her and comforting her as she had comforted him.
All those nights he would scream Allison’s name or mutter incoherent apologies to others, it almost seemed like the Nogitsune was always haunting him, as if it had never left.
She was there holding his shaking body as he slowly came to and she had never felt as helpless as she did then, hearing his sobs and screams. In that moment she made a vow to Stiles and herself, promising to protect him from others and even himself.
Stiles taught her to be selfless, she could see it in how he cared for her, Scott and the pack who were like a family to her and him. Malia knew that she would gladly give her life for them just as he would do without a second thought.
That was what made it hard for her right now, wondering how she could forget Stiles, her anchor, someone she would die for.
Her mate.

For her the word boyfriend had always felt too insignificant in comparison to what she felt.
Deep down she knew, because physically it ached her soul, knowing how she could forget him like he was nothing when he had changed her in ways that could never be again.
It was as if all the progress she had made in trying to get over him had been erased along with the memory of him these past few months, bringing her back to square one, to that day in the car.
The thought was enough to make her hyperventilate.
But Malia remembered how he told her to concentrate on one thing and one thought kept her sane through this.
With Stiles, she would kill to have him safe and happy.

Malia kept that thought in her mind, the increasingly impatient coyote in her restless, but nonetheless in her control as she pushed open the doors to Beacon Hills High school.
She heard the chatter of students and the bashing of lockers, the thumping heartbeats and the rhythmic breathing of each individual.
And like a switch, all the noises hitting her sensitive ears drowned out.
Malia heard a voice she knew so well, better than her own,
She stood higher to look.
Stiles and Lydia.
Stiles and Lydia holding hands.
Stiles and Lydia looking at each other with the same look he used to give her not so long ago.

She took a breath.

She exhaled.

Malia felt her eyes stinging but blinked back the tears, swallowing the lump in her throat and restraining herself from shaking.
She wondered how naive she could have been to think she could ever prepare herself to see this.
No amount of reminding herself, pacing around the room or the emptiness that had invaded her recently could prepare her for this.
Malia wiped her eyes quickly with her sleeve, clearing her throat as she weaved through the masses of students.
The noise almost deafened her as it returned, distracting for only a moment - if only it was longer- as she stalked towards the two, planting a smile on her face.
Malia finally made it towards them and she felt her heart begin to thump with each step. Their conversation stopped as they noticed her approach, Lydia giving her a small smile, her eyes guarded as she tightened her grip on Stiles.
Who was staring at her and for a moment it was as if nothing had changed and he was still hers, but he glanced at Lydia and she saw the look he gave her of adoration and maybe something more.
She felt as if she had been punched in the gut.
Stiles turned his attention to Malia again, a grin on his face encouraging her to do something other than stare.
She looked into the golden eyes of the boy she lo-
She couldn’t think that anymore.
Heart hammering in her chest she opened her mouth to speak, remembering to focus on her relief of him in front of her alive, safe and happy.
“You’re back.”
But how could she have been so naive?

anonymous asked:

stiles / malia

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying /i will ship them in hell

While I love Malia and Stiles separately I have a really big problem that Malia was rushed straight into a relationship of a sexual and romantic nature with Stiles. This is a girl who lived in the woods on her own from a young age, I don’t think as a character she was ever ready to jump straight into that and it bothers me. I think i’d be okay with the ship if the writers hadn’t made it so explicitly sexual, if it had been a relationship about simply helping each other, giving each other support, something which Malia really does need then I’d be fine with it. But they had to make it more mature than a girl whose lived in the woods her whole life should probably be having. 

They put this story line in and then hated the fact that in actuality it would impede her character, so they rushed her into things she shouldn’t have been doing, wasn’t ready for extra, and wrote it as if she was. It just bothers me. 

Send me a ship and i’ll rate it

Teen Wolf S06E09

Just watched it….

Yeah, I’m just… none of this season is cannon for me.  Just saying.

The tragedy is, I love Stiles, as a character. He was funny, weird, smart. He is flawed and I was fully happy with him having an unrequited love. I was sad for him a bit but loved to see him move on to something better for him. Malia and Stiles, both needed the other. They compliment the other.

And now to see this… I hate how now I can’t just be happy about Stiles. I hate that now, if I had to choose Parrish or Stiles with Lydia, I would choose Parrish INSTANTLY. Which means I have to be against a character I loved.

Malia has SO many more meaningful memories of Stiles. Each time she opened the book it was going towards something. And yet they made her drop RIGHT before we got to see anything.

The sad, sad kiss with Lydia. Oh boy. If you go back a season or whatever, to the original one, Lydia is clearly not affected by it. But this time there is the feels, squeezed out of no where.  There is the music… its just sad.

If we had never first had then find another person who fits them SO MUCH BETTER, than yep this would have been all awww finally. But we did get to see Stalia and we got to see Marrish, so this is pathetic.

And Parrish, what have you bastards done to Parrish? You introduce this amazing character, set him on fire and have him walk back into the station all covered in ash and necked and bad-ass and we LOVED HIM. Then the connection. To Lydia. OMG it was beautiful. For me, best love connection on the entire show!  ….and now where is he? I don’t know. I didn’t even see him in the trailer for next time. I hate you.

#59. “Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.”//#78. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you."

Graduation day was finally here. And even though Malia never considered herself an overly emotional person, she couldn’t help but feel so much today.

And she thought a lot too. About people. Her friends, mostly. The people who mattered. Her pack.

“What are you think about?” Lydia asked Malia through the mirror, noticing the way her eyes would become deeper and more thoughtful at times.

“You know,” Malia started, feeling the heat radiating off the flat iron that Lydia was running through her hair on the back of her neck. “Everyone,” she said vaguely.

After so long, all of junior year and the beginning of senior year, she had thought it would be her and Stiles against the world after graduation. Things hadn’t worked out after the breakup. Even after Lydia was out of Eichen, even after Kira had come back, even after Theo and his pack had been taken care of. Even after the the pack had become one again. Even after everything.

She blinked the feeling of a tear away and focused on something else, like the pattern on Lydia’s bedding.

“Well,” Lydia said as she ran a hand through Malia’s hair and turned the flat iron off. “Don’t worry. We’ll never be far from each other,” she said, talking about the pack as well as the both of them.

“I know,” Malia said, offering a smile. But the truth was, she knew even though that strong relationships have been developed, not being in high school was guaranteed to put a hole through even the strongest ones.

As she stood up and brushed the front of the dress, upon another request from Lydia, she smiled a genuinely. Enough of these sad, pessimistic thoughts. She was done. She was graduating. No more high school math to torture her anymore. That was worth celebrating.


“We did it,” Kira said as she turned her head to look at all of her friends down the row, slightly bouncing up and down, smiling at the graduating pack. Scott, Malia, Lydia, and Stiles all returned a smile as they took their seats at the auditorium, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Lydia sat on the edge, so she could get up to the stage easily; she was delivering her valedictorian speech. Then Malia, then Stiles, Scott, and Kira.

Stiles and Malia thought that they have definitely gotten over any serious awkwardness between them. Though neither of them could deny the slightly ever present and ever growing gap between them in the rare occasion that the pack forgets the unspoken seating chart and leave them to sit next to each other.

But they were friends, they guessed.

Malia made sure to lean a little closer to Lydia, often whispering something into her ear, commenting on the ceremony.

Stiles couldn’t care less about the seniors standing up to get their diplomas. He, frankly, only cared about one person getting it, Malia.

*No, not like that*, he thought. He liked to believe it was because he spent so many hours of his life helping her study to pass exams that led her here, but he knew better.

Even all the way now, even after everything, he knew it was more of her than him that led her here. She did it and beat all odds. Some seniors that have been human all their lives and didn’t spend half their time fighting evil creatures weren’t graduating but she was.


After the ceremony wrapped up, they were all in the hallway, each knowing that even though they would all see each other relatively soon, it wouldn’t be the same. They would be in college and starting their lives. In fact, Lydia was leaving in two days, Scott in a week, Kira in two.

The girls were engaged in a conversation, planning a summer vacation. They couldn’t wait until the holidays. Malia pretended to listen to the ramblings of beach getaways as she watched Stiles out of the corner of her eye as he talked to Scott. She couldn’t believe they would be separated by so much distance. They were best friends. You can’t be apart from the people you love.

He expressed happiness for Scott, grinning, laughing, and a light punch here and there as they talked about how he would be in college, studying to be a vet in two short, short weeks.

But Malia saw his disappointment. In himself, mostly. She knew that a lot of her friends couldn’t wait to leave and make some thing of themselves, Stiles included in that list. But he was going to stay in this small, yet very peculiar town.

“Okay,” Kira said, looking at her phone, swallowing. “I got to go now. My parents are finally letting me go get a few, final touches for my dorm,” she smiled. After a couple of hugs, Malia, Lydia, and Stiles waved Scott and Kira goodbye, knowing the next time they would see them would be Thanksgiving break. Or a beach, who knew?

Lydia looked on, with a somewhat pained look. But not pain for not seeing them, exactly. Malia knew she would miss them, but they would see each other soon. A look that expressed something Malia couldn’t put a finger on. “I have to go help her pick it out,” she said, running after them, her cap and gown swinging begin her. Pain for shopping being done without her.

“Lyd-” Malia started, but stopped, knowing there was no way to stop her.

Both of them watched the three of them walk off until they turned the corner, disappearing from the hall. Malia silently cursed Lydia. She made her and Kira promise they would never leave her alone with Stiles.

“I-I’m going to go too,” Malia said, slowly turning to Stiles, not yet meeting his gaze. She started to walk to the direction everyone else left, but she felt his wrist on her hand. Her eyes followed his arm all the way up to his eyes.

“I-I need to talk to you,” Stiles said, stumbling over his words like Malia had. “I need to do this now,” he said, not knowing if they would get to see each other alone for a while.

“Okay,” Malia said nervously, pulling her hand away and taking a step back.

Stiles took a deep breath, swallowing his pride. “I’m sorry,” he said. Those words had not seen the light of day for ages.

“For what?” Malia asked, about to say he didn’t need to pay her the dollar he had borrowed last week.

“For everything,” he said. This was hard. Apologizing and confessing his wrongdoings to others was not his forte. “I’m sorry I was being a crappy boyfriend. I’m sorry I didn’t help with your mom. Im sorry I left you on your own in math. I’m sorry for not being there. I’m sorry,” he said, looking into her eyes, searching for forgiveness. “For everything.”

Malia stared in confusion, taken back by this. Stiles didn’t do this often.

“It’s okay,” Malia said, offering him the awkward-yet-somewhat-friendly smile both of them had become so familiar with. “I guess I’ll see you around,” she said, planning to go catch up to Scott, Kira, and Lydia before they left.

Stiles sighed, not really knowing if he wanted to go on. “Do you forgive me?”

Malia furrowed her eyebrows together. “I told you, it’s okay,” she said, confused on why he didn’t get that as her forgiveness.

“But do you forgive me?” Stiles asked again, feeling the need to make sure Malia forgave him.

“Yes,” Malia nodded, turning around, beginning to walk down the hall and away from Stiles.

“But do you really-” Stiles called after her but then stopping himself. Why did he even care that much? Most of the times he never apologized to anyone. Things just seemed to work out. Why did he need this from Malia?

Malia turned back around. “Why do you care?” Malia asked, conscious that now she had crossed the strict, acquaintance-banter they had engaged in for the past months.

Stiles swallowed, again doubting himself on why he cared so much. “It’s nothing. Never mind,” he said, dismissing the thought.

“It’s something,” Malia said, crossing her arms.

Stiles debated if he wanted to tell her. He took a deep breath, while she watched the late afternoon light wash over her, lightening her hair, and giving her a heavenly glow. It’s now or never. “I just want you to forgive me,” he confessed.

“I do,” Malia half-lied.

“No, you don’t,” Stiles said, defeatedly taking a seat on the stairs. “I just don’t want you to go a world away from m-here and still have this… this weirdness, awkwardness, tension, whatever,” he said.

“I’m telling you, I forgive you,” Malia said, every second making the half-lie she said a second ago a full truth. She thought for a second as she saw Stiles sitting down on the stairs, the warm light, filling the room from the windows above the stairs.

Stiles nodded, sighing of relief.

Malia still stood a couple of feet away from him.

Neither of them made a move to leave for some reason. Some sort of bond refusing to break forever.

She walked over to him and sat on the stairs next to him. He looked to her and a hint of nostalgia settled inside of him.

They found comfort in each other, something they both desperately needed, but denied from themselves.

Malia thought about why Stiles cared for her forgiveness after so long.

“Thanks,” Malia broke the silence after a little while.

Stiles raised an eyebrow. “What for?”

“I couldn’t have done this without you,” she said, touching her diploma.

Stiles smiled at her. “You could have done that without me. You can do anything without me,” Stiles said sadly, another wave of bittersweet nostalgia washing over him, remembering the countless nights Malia had kept him up, questioning human etiquette and endless afternoons of studying at his house. “Or without anyone,” he added so it wouldn’t be too awkward.

Malia shrugged, not really wanting to convince Stiles of the fact that he had been a big part of her not only becoming human again, but also for being a part of who she is now. He knew.

“Stiles,” Malia said, a tone of slight panic in her voice.

“Yeah?” Stiles said turning to check if she was okay.

“We’re not going to see each other until Thanksgiving,” she said, coming to the realization that this was it.

Stiles didn’t answer. He looked at his lap, knowing that she would go far away from him and probably even bring some other boy home for Thanksgiving.

Malia set her hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer to her, pressing a kiss to his lips.

She pulled away, almost abruptly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have kissed you,” she said the distress in her voice coming through.

Stiles didn’t think so. But like most things they felt or thought, they kept it to themselves.

Malia, stood up, brushing the non-existent dirt off her gown, and straightened the cap on her head. “I’m sorry,” Malia said again, noticing how unlike her she sounded.

“Malia,” Stiles said, standing up. He took a breath to say something… meaningful for the both of them. But the barrier that had blocked them from each other stood tall and proud, winning again. “I-um… I’ll miss you,” he said awkwardly, not sure if he should go for a hug or a handshake.

Malia didn’t move, listening to an audacious thought running through her head. “Tell me to go and I will,“ she said, pausing to make sure she wanted to continue. “But if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again,” she finished, picking her head up to look at him.

The first words spilled out almost by accident. They sounded like an accident. She didn’t mean to say something as bold as that. But the last few were spoken with a sense of knowing what Stiles’ answer would be.

Stiles said it as soon as she was done speaking. “Stay.”

But Sterek could have been so much though? In so much more capable hands than the TW writers? Just imagine?

  • Like, Stiles and Derek did see each over those four months between season 2 and season 3 and that starts a friendship throughout season 3
  • We get Scott finding out they hung out between 2 and 3 and also started to look for Boyd and Erica 
  • Stiles’ friendship with Derek causing him to see that maybe Scott should freakin’ apologize for what he did to Derek in the season 2 finale and him bringing it up to Scott in 3x01 and that issue actually gets addressed and they work it out? With Stiles there or not there when they do, either would have worked.
  • Derek running after Stiles like that deleted scene Hoechlin mentioned, because of course even as friends Stiles would try to annoy Derek, but then we get to see them banter and then get serious and Stiles show his worry for Derek and him warning Derek to be careful and Derek telling Stiles he would try his hardest to stay safe.
  • Derek coming to Stiles after the events of 3x03 and telling Stiles about Cora and Erica and Stiles letting Derek lean on him - figuratively - for support. 
  • Stiles seeing something happening with Derek and Jennifer and showing subtle signs of jealousy but not too overt at this point, because slow burn, peeps, slow burn. Love seeing the build up to things, ya know? 
  • Stiles also being suspicious of Jennifer, as he has been with almost every other villain or major asshole in the series, and trying to warn Derek about her but Derek not listening and Scott wondering to Stiles if he’s just projecting some…jealousy onto this situation? And Stiles being all offended and like NO there is no jealousy pfff what r u talking about Scott, i’m being srs. And meanwhile we, the audience are all like OHHH, they’re totally gonna get Sterek together
  • We actually get that scene where Stiles asks Derek about Paige which we never got (so why did they set it up like there was going to be a scene between them???) 
  • Maybe in that scene Stiles would also mention, oh hey, I figured out a little while ago through my own deductive reasoning and because I’m a smarty pants, that something went on between you and Kate and they talk it out and ohhh that’s why Stiles says “second one you’ve dated by the way” in 3x10, so that’s how he knows. 
  • Also maybe we get that Sterek scene Hoechlin mentioned at Alpha con with Stiles taking his anger and fear out on Derek and Derek letting him?
  • Maybe we get a scene with Stiles being annoyed Derek left in 3x13, maybe griping about it to Scott and Scott being all “mhmm” with a nod and a knowing look at Stiles.
  • Derek coming back in 3B and actually having a scene with Stiles? Yeah? Like them having a convo about how Derek left and Stiles didn’t appreciate that, and maybe he notices something off with Stiles too, notices the dark circles under his eyes, the twitchiness, the fear in his eyes. 
  • We got plenty of Derek worried about Stiles in 3B, but maybe we also get a scene with Derek and the Nogitsune and it taunts Derek and teases about how fond Stiles is of Derek and hints there may be feelings but we can’t go there yettt, too soon, of course!
  • Stiles and Derek have actual scenes in season 4 and they continue to grow closer and maybe they have a few talks about how Stiles is doing post-Nogitsune and Derek tries to help Stiles with his trauma, maybe? And Derek confides in Stiles about how scared he is about becoming human. 
  • Stiles and Derek hanging around each other so much that Malia and Braeden notice something there. They can’t quite put there finger on it, but they notice something. 
  • Stiles and Malia break up in season 4 and stay broken up?? Because really their relationship makes no sense??
  • Derek and Braeden are treated as something fun and nice but nothing that serious because that is how whatever they had seemed.
  • Stiles and Derek share a look too in 4x12 before Derek leaves, because they’re pretty damn close at this point?? 
  • So we get in season 5 how much Stiles and Derek have stayed in touch a lot and we get Stiles mentioning Derek a lot. 
  • Hoechlin comes back in season 6 because they say they’re actually going to go the Sterek route and he’s on board with it
  • And in season 6 when Derek comes back and when they see each other they hug each other tight and they have smiles on their faces and they don’t let go for a long time.
  • And Derek tries to help fix Scott and Stiles’ cracked friendship, that crumbled in season 5, and they’ve been making strides toward getting their great friendship back but it’s still awkward and stilted at times but Derek helps them become besties again?
  • Stiles and Derek get all the more closer, and okay they’ve got this slow burn thing down pat, and Stiles and Derek blatantly stare at each other now and they’re barely able to look away and they get so obviously jealous of others.
  • We’re nearing the end of season 6, now, okay, and say TW is getting a season 7, mmkay? So, we get to the end of season 6, and Stiles and Derek finally have the BIG kiss scene. That scene. And they’re fighting about something and then they just meet in the middle and the kiss is crazy, wild, passionate, shocking them both and that is the scene.
  • OR they’re laughing about something as they hang out during a break from all the shit going down in Beacon Hills and they’re close to each other and they slowly lean in, the music is swelling, and their first kiss is sweet, soft, and deep, and okay guys, we got here. Sterek is finally fucking canon. 
  • And in the last season, lets say, during all the supernatural craziness, Stiles and Derek try to navigate the start of a relationship and we get make out sessions, dates at Derek’s loft, kinda like Scira in that season 4 ep but totes different because it’s Sterek. 
  • And near the end of the season they finally have sex and it’s beautiful and awesome and we’re all squealing at our televisions sets and Sterek is SO CANON and we’re all dead from Sterek overload.
  • And then the series ends before them as a couple could be screwed up and angst could happen and we all go on to write fanfic about the angst ‘cause that would be our jobs and
  • Stiles and Derek holding hands when the pack has to meet to talk supernatural shit out. They lean against each other. They tell Stiles’ dad they’re boyfriends, the Sheriff hugs them. 
  • One ep has Derek reading on Stiles’ bed while he’s at his board thinking thinky thoughts, and they banter at each other before Stiles leans over Derek, takes the book from Derek’s hands, tosses it off the bed, and kisses Derek sweetly on the mouth. 
  • And they’re just like…together and in love and it took a long time for them to get there but they got there, and their journey to getting together was done well and they still have their fights in eps but they work at it, they talk it out.
  • And at the end of the series when everything is well and good in Beacon Hills and they can all finally fucking relax, Stiles, Scott and co. graduate in the last ep
  • And there Derek is in the crowd, standing next to the Sheriff, clapping as Stiles walks across the stage and receives his diploma
  • And it all ends fucking happily
  • With Sterek together
  • And like, I’m not saying I need Sterek to be canon, ‘cause I don’t
  • But I gotta say, canon Sterek could have been amazing, ya know?

Part 1

Scott: You really go?
(Y/N): Yes…
Lydia: But we can-
You shake your head.
Lydia: Okay.
(Y/N): Where’s Liam?
Kira: We couldn’t find him…
Scott: Don’t worry, he’ll come. He just never lost someone before…
(Y/N): Okay…
Scott: Hey…
Scott pulls you in a hug.
Scott: You don’t have to feel guilty. We understand your choice.
(Y/N): And why does this feel so wrong?
Malia: Because it is.
Kira: Malia, we talked about it.
Malia: Yes, but it’s completely the wrong choice. We just have to talk with her-
Lydia: Malia, stop it!
Malia becomes silent. You hug her.
(Y/N): I’m sorry.
Malia: I’m not mad, I just don’t understand it.
(Y/N): Please kill no one, okay? It’s not right… but you already know it, aren’t you? You’re getting better in this stuff day by day…
Malia: Yes… with your help.
(Y/N): You’ll make it without me.
You turn on Kira and hug her.
(Y/N): Promise me that you’ll kick many supernatural asses with your power! …And take care of Scott…
Kira: I promise…
Liam: Am I late?
(Y/N): Liam! I thought you wouldn’t come…
You hug him.
Liam: I never couldn’t say goodbye.
(Y/N): I’m sorry…
Liam: It’s okay…
(Y/N): You’ll control your power, okay? I know it! You’re strong! And don’t let Stiles tease you. He actually likes you.
Liam: Thank you…
You go to Lydia and hug her.
(Y/N): I could tell you “Be strong!”, but you’re already the strongest of us.
Lydia: Just because of you!
(Y/N): No, I’m strong because of you. You’ve always been strong.
You go to Stiles and try to hug him. He doesn’t let you.
Stiles: I’m not gonna say goodbye. You won’t go…
(Y/N): Stiles… I’m s-
Stiles: If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t go…
You finally hug him.
(Y/N): You know I can’t…
Stiles: No, I don’t know… I won’t let you go!
(Y/N): Yes, you will, because you’re the smartest boy I know. You know someday you will feel better.
He just shakes his head. Eventually you hug Scott.
(Y/N): Please ensure that they’ll be okay, that they won’t be sad too long…
Scott: I think, I couldn’t do that.
(Y/N): Yes, you can. You’re the alpha… the best alpha ever… the best friend ever.
Scott: You know what will happen, when you’re gone. We can’t take it.
(Y/N): I know you… you can.
(Y/P): (Y/N), we have to go.

After your leaving your friends drive in the jeep home. They don’t talk till the jeep has a breakdown.
Stiles: Not now!
He gets out of the car and check it.
Stiles: F*ck!
Scott: Buddy, you don’t have to-
Stiles: I’ll fix it!
Scott: Stiles, it’s okay.
Stiles: Nothing is okay, Scott! Just let me fix this!
Scott: Stiles…
Stiles: I don’t want to hear it! Please shut the f*ck up, Scott! This stupid car!
He punchs the car and curse.
Scott: Stiles!
Stiles: What?!
Scott: That’s enough!
Stiles looks to the others and see, what he has done. Lydia covers her ears and is on the point of crying, Malia looks like she’s going to freak out and gets out of the car to breathe fresh air and Kira has her arms around Liam comfortingly. Then he looks to Scott again, who has tears in his eyes.
Stiles: I’m sorry…
Scott: It’s okay…
Stiles: No, it’s not…
Stiles puts his arms around Scott.

Melissa: Scott! Guys! There’s someone for you!
Scott: Mom, we don’t want to see anyone! Not yet…
Melissa: You want to see this someone!
Liam jumps up and runs downstairs as he smells something he knows. Malia and Scott look at each other shocked.
Malia: Oh god!
Scott: That couldn’t be true…
They also run downstairs followed by the other confused ones.
Stiles: Guys, what’s-
They all freeze after they saw you in Liam’s arms. You both cry. Lydia and Kira run to you and put their arms around you.
Stiles: (Y/N)… What are you doing here?
(Y/N): You were right, Stiles… I won’t go… Maybe you all can live without me, but I can’t live without you freaks…
Scott: Your parents?
(Y/N): I told them… We’ll stay.

(Y/P) = Your parents

Stiles/Allison- In Between

Requests-  Can you write something along the lines where the reader goes to surgery due some supernatural incident but the reader dies for a few minutes and while she’s dead she encounters Allison. The reader rather die than go back but Allison convinces her that someone needs to protect Lydia (their bestfriend) and that everytime she’s in trouble she will be there to guide her (that she’s (Allison) the ray of sunlight through the dark). They say their goodbyes and the reader wakes up. I almost cried 😢😢 /  Hi! Can you do an imagine where Stiles and the reader are twins and when her got into a car accident Stiles had a feeling that something happened with her and he starts scream her name And later he finds out that his sister is between life and death?

A/N- So I combined these two requests because I thought they would go well together. Enjoy! Next up will probably be a Derek imagine.

Lydia walked through the lunch room, setting her tray down at the usual table and taking a seat across across from Kira. The kitsune was babbling on about something to Malia, as the other girl simply shoveled nachos into her mouth like they were her last meal. Lydia smiled fondly, enjoying moments like this when she didn’t have to fight for her life.
“…hasn’t asked me yet,” Kira was saying as Lydia turned her attention to the kitsune. “What do you think? Malia? Malia!”
“What?” the coyote complained through a mouthful of cheese.
“Are you even listening?” Kira asked gently.
“No,” Malia told her bluntly. “Hey! It’s not my fault you keep trying to talk to me while I’m eating.”
Kira sighed, looking over to Lydia. The banshee raised her eyebrows. “Prom?”
Kira nodded. “It’s only a week away and Scott still hasn’t asked.”
“I’m sure he will,” Lydia told her. “But a better person to ask about that might be Y/n…wait where is she? And where are Scott and Stiles?”
“Scott and Stiles are in the library,” Kira explained. “They stayed up all night playing Halo when they were supposed to be working on their history project. It’s due next period and they haven’t even started.”
Lydia rolled her eyes, taking a bite of her pizza. “Sounds like Scott and Stiles.”
“Y/n took the jeep to bring lunch to her dad at the station. Stiles would have gone with her but he has to work on that project,” Kira told her, but then her tone got a little uneasy. “She’s been gone for a while actually.”
Lydia paused, and as if on cue, a chill ran through her. The bite of pizza she had taken lodged in her throat, and she swallowed thickly, trying to get it down. “How long ago did she leave?”
“Why?” Kira asked nervously. “Do you feel something?”
“I-I don’t know,” Lydia admitted, dropping the slice of pizza back onto her lunch tray. “I-”
Lydia froze, listening intently to something no one else seemed to be able to hear. If she concentrated she was just able to make out several whispering voices, and what she heard sent another chill down her spine.
“Lydia?” Kira asked anxiously. “Are you alright?”
“I-I have to find Stiles,” she whispered, rising from the chair and abandoning her lunch where it sat on the table.
“What’s her problem?” Malia asked, watching Lydia hurry out of the cafeteria.
“I don’t know,” Kira told her. “But it’s not good.”

“Hey, uh, Mr. Yukimura,” Stiles asked as he leaned against the door frame of the classroom. “If anyone were to, let’s say not turn in this project, how much would it affect their grade?”
“Quite a lot,” Kira’s father told him as he munched on an apple at his desk. “It’s a test grade and tests are worth 50% of your final grade.”
“Right, right,” Stiles said, shooting a wide-eyed glance at Scott. “And, uh, figuratively speaking, how much extra credit are you giving this semester?”
“We’re asking for a friend,” Scott added, causing Stiles to grit his teeth.
Mr. Yukimura sighed and simply said, “You still have thirty-five minutes until lunch ends.”
“Oh, cool thanks,” Stiles told him. “Not that we’d need it though, cause we did the project already. It’s really great, you know, historical and all.”
“Stiles,” Scott complained. “Come on.”
Before Stiles could say another word, Scott was dragging him out of the classroom by his shirt. “He’s totally onto us, dude!”
“So what?” Stiles asked. “As long as we finish it and turn it in we’ll be fine.”
Scott rolled his eyes and Stiles patted him on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry,” he told him. “I’ve finished projects in less time than this. Just ask Y/n.”
“I’m guessing she already did hers?” Scott asked.
“Of course,” Stiles told him.
“It’s crazy how you two look exactly the same, but you couldn’t be more different,” Scott remarked.
“Well, yeah,” Stiles told him sarcastically. “That’s what happens with twins. See, you’ve got two different people who come from the same-”
He froze suddenly, stopping in the middle of the deserted hallway. Scott took in his expression, and the sudden increase in his heart rate and immediately knew something was wrong. “Dude, was is it?”
“Something’s wrong,” Stiles choked out. “Something’s wrong.”
“What do you mean?” Scott asked. “Wrong with what?”
“With Y/n,” Stile choked, feeling a sick feeling run through him.
Panic flashed through his chest, gripping onto his heart with icy fingers. He didn’t know how to explain it, but somehow he just knew something was wrong with you. One minute everything was fine, and the next thing he knew something was going terribly, terribly wrong.
“Stiles,” Scott said, as the other boy sank to his knees. “Stiles, come on. Talk to me. Just tell me what’s-”
“Stiles!” Lydia cried, catching sight of the two boys down the hall as she turned the corner. “Scott!”
Her heels clicked on the tile as she rushed towards them, and Scott realized that Lydia must be involved in whatever was going on.
“Something’s wrong with Y/n,” she breathed, looking down at Stiles on the floor. “Stiles?”
Stiles looked up at Lydia, immediately jumping to his feet at the mention of your name. It was one thing to know something was wrong with you, but when Lydia, the banshee, the literal bearer of death, said something was wrong, it couldn’t be good.
“Lydia?” he demanded, gripping her arm tightly. “What’s happening to my sister?”
“I-I don’t know,” she admitted. “But the voices, t-they won’t stop. I-I keep hearing her name and I-”
Suddenly Stiles’ phone rang, and he fumbled for his phone, nearly dropping it in his haste to pull it from his pocket. “H-hello?”
“Son?” his father asked, his voice thick with worry. “You need to get to the hospital. Y/n, she-she got in a car accident. She’s in the hospital and you need to get here right now.”
“W-what?” Stiles demanded. “What happened?”
“Some dumbass ran a red light and slammed into her, but-Stiles just get here now!”
“O-okay,” Stiles breathed, quickly hanging up the phone and turning to Scott. “Dude, we gotta go right-”
Stiles froze when he saw Lydia and Scott, crouched on the floor. Lydia’s eyes were tightly screwed shut, and her hands were clapped firmly over her ears as if trying to block out noise. Scott shot Stiles a helpless look, as if asking him what to do, but before Stiles could make a move, Lydia opened her mouth and let out one deafening scream.
Stiles fell to the ground, hot tears filling his eyes. His knees hit the hard tile, and he knee they would bruise, but he didn’t care anymore. He knew what a banshee’s scream meant, and he couldn’t ignore the fact that it was for you.

You woke up on your back, your sweater flush against a patch of dirt and grass. You opened your eyes, finding yourself staring up into plush green trees. You blinked slowly, peering around and realizing you were in the middle of the woods. You pushed yourself up off the ground, your sneakers crushing the fresh grass as you stood.
You gazed around at your surroundings, trying to figure out how you had gotten to the woods when the last thing you remembered was being in the jeep. Suddenly a soft thwack! hit your ears, echoing towards you from somewhere over in the trees.
You began to walk, following the noise as it happened over and over. You slowly moved through the trees, peering out from behind an oak as your eyes fell on a girl shooting arrows into a target. She was wearing a blue skirt with a white top tucked into it, and her shoulder length brunette hair fell in curls around her face.
You let out a chocked gasp, recognizing the girl even though her back was to you. “A-Allison?”
Allison whirled around, and when she caught sight of you her face broke into a broad grin. You ran forward, throwing yourself right into her arms and hugging her tightly. She dropped her bow, letting it fall into the grass as she hugged you backed fiercely.
“Y/n,” she said, and her voice was like music to your ears.
“Allison,” you breathed. “God, I-I’m so sorry. I…I should have done something to save you. You were my best friend and I…I let you down.”
Allison pulled back slightly, shaking her head. “There was nothing you could have done, Y/n. It wasn’t your fault I died. I would do it all over again if I had to.”
“Wait,” you whispered, freezing. “If we’re both here and you’re dead…does that mean I am too?”
Allison shook her head once more. “Not exactly.”
“Not exactly?” you repeated. “You mean there are varying degrees of death? So am I like, half-dead, or like, two-thirds dead-”
“No,” Allison said with a light laugh. “You’re more like…in between life and death.”
“In between,” you stated. “What happened to me?”
“Car accident,” Allison told you.
“Seriously?” you asked. “After every supernatural creature that’s tried to kill me, it’s a car accident that finally does it?”
Allison shrugged. “At least you didn’t die at school.”
“True,” you muttered. “So what do I do now?”
Allison pursed her lips. “That’s up to you.”
“Like…like I have to decide?” you asked.
Allison nodded, and you sighed, looking around at the woods. It seemed like a nice place, and you figured it might be easier to just stay there with Allison than to go back to Beacon Hills and continue to fight for your life.
“Don’t even think about it,” Allison warned, shooting you a warning look.
“What?” you protested.
“You’re thinking of staying.”
“Isn’t it my choice?”
“You’ve got your whole life ahead of you, Y/n,” Allison told you. “You have Stiles and your father to take care of.”
“They have each other,” you told her. “Allison, please, I want to stay with you.”
“What about Lydia?” Allison demanded. “She’s all alone, Y/n. You’re all she has now and you need to keep her safe. If you die, she’ll have no one left.”
You pursed your lips, thinking back to how devastated you and Lydia had been when Allison died. You didn’t know what you would have done if you hadn’t had each other, and you knew you couldn’t put Lydia through that again.
“Okay,” you whispered. “You’re right.”
Suddenly a warm breeze swept through the woods, and in some strange way you knew it was time to say goodbye.
“I’m sorry,” you told Allison. “For everything.”
“Don’t be,” Allison told you with a smile. “We protect those who can’t protect themselves. You helped me come up with that, remember?”
You nodded. “I remember.”
“I’ll always be there for you, Y/n,” Allison whispered, tugging you into another hug. “You’re still my sister, born that way or not.”
She squeezed you tightly, and you closed your eyes, melting into her hug.
“Goodbye,” she whispered.

Goodbye. You opened your eyes slowly, looking up at the blank white ceiling of your hospital room. Your fingers tightly gripped the sheets on the bed, and you shifted, trying to get a better view of the room. To your right, Stiles was sitting in a chair, his leg bouncing nervously as he sat at your bedside.
The minute you opened your eyes, his whole face lit up. “There’s my little sister.”
You blinked, narrowing your eyes. “I’m twelve minutes older than you, dumbass,” you croaked.
You heard a soft chuckle to your left, and you looked over to see your father smiling over at you. “Hey, dad.”
“Hey, kiddo,” he said softly. “Glad to see you’re feeling better.”
“Oh yeah,” you said hoarsely. “I’m living the dream.”
“Well, it’s good to see that her sarcasm is still intact,” Stiles remarked. “And no brain damage either. Well, no more brain damage. We could debate over whether or not she had it before or-”
“Oh definitely,” you told him. “I probably caught it from you in the womb.”
“Kids,” the Sheriff scolded, but he couldn’t help the smile on his face. “Stiles, maybe we should explain what happened.”
“I got in a car accident, right?” you asked.
Stiles nodded. “And then Lydia screamed your name in the school, and we all thought you were dead. You actually did die for a minute or so, hence the scream, but they brought you back.”
“Huh,” you murmured, thinking back to your talk with Allison.
“What?” Stiles asked.
“Nothing,” you told him. “It’s just ironic isn’t it? After everything that’s tried to kill us-”
“I know,” Stiles told you with a scoff. “Death by werewolf would be so much cooler.”
You laughed. “At least we’re alive for now.”
Stiles smiled, bringing you into a tight hug. “That’s all that matters.”
You gripped his shoulders tightly as you leaned into him, ruffling his hair. “Truer words have never been said, little brother.”
“Hey,” Stiles complained. “You’re only twelve minutes older than me.”
“Key word being older,” you reminded him, leaning back in your bed and shooting him a grin.
You closed your eyes, resting back against the pillows and thinking of Allison. You didn’t know if your conversation had all been a dream or not, but you were grateful to her regardless. She had been right when she said you had your whole life ahead of you, and that was a hard thing to just throw away, especially with a family like yours.

okay but Stiles’s jeep is definitely an allegory for himself right? he puts the jeep back together using duct tape and without the proper work it needs, like he does with himself. there’s so many things wrong with the jeep, it still works, but it breaks down a lot and now much more often than it did before. and the line “how come you let it get so bad?” “there’s been a few distractions if you haven’t noticed”. stiles has been so caught up in making sure everyone else is okay and trying to save the pack and figuring out what the hell to do about these dread doctors, the Donovan situation, trying to hide his secrets without actually dealing with them and he’s been dealing with everything from before this season as well that’s just all been piling up. he’s been letting himself get so bad mentally that he’s just about ready to break because he isn’t taking care of himself. the important thing to him is saving the town and his friends and figuring out what’s wrong and his own health comes last in that equation. so when something gets bad he just puts duct tape on himself and keeps going but as malia said “maybe you should try something other than duct tape”

Marks - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Plot: Scratch Mark. Bite Marks. Bruises. That’s what the pack finds on Stiles the morning he returns after “going missing”

Stiles softly shut the door as he stepped into his home. His dad was already going to kill him for not coming home the night before, but it’d turn out a lot worse if he woke him up earlier than necessary.

“Stiles?” Scott’s voice spoke. The living room light flickered on and there sat the entire pack all rubbing the sleep out of their eyes. “Stiles!” he shouted again.

Scott took off toward him, quickly pulling him in for a hug. Stiles winced when Scott’s hand came in contact with his back. Scott didn’t seem to notice, though.

“Where have you been?” Allison questioned worriedly as she got up to stand next to Scott.

“J-just places,” Stiles stuttered.

“What do you mean just–” Scott cut himself off, furrowing his eyebrows, “Hey, why does your lip look likes it’s been bleeding.”

Stiles was quick to cover up his mouth with his hand which caused his hoodie to shift so that his wrists were showing.

Lydia walked over. “And what’s on your wrists? Are those…bruises?”

She tried to observe the fingerprint-shaped bruises on Stiles’ wrists before he could make a move to hide them.

Scott spoke up again, “Stiles, what happened?”

“Nothing, I’m fine really.”

“If you’re fine then why are you bruised?”

“Listen, Scott, I said I’m–”

Kira interjected, “Guys, maybe we should just give him some space. After all, he’s been missing since school ended yesterday.“

“Right,” Stiles thought to himself, “Missing.”

The three people in front of them nodded, backing up to give him space. However, when Stiles walked passed them and the rest of the pack to get to his room, Malia noticed something the others hadn’t.

“Stiles,” Malia said before he could take another step.

“Yes, Malia,” he groaned.

Anyone–except for Malia–could tell that he was agitated. He didn’t want to come off as a jerk toward her, they were friends after all, but he’d had an unbelievably long night and wanted nothing more than to sleep. His friends’ plans of interrogating him seemed to interfere with that.

“Why do you smell like sex?”

The entire pack turned to look at him with wide eyes.

Isaac smirked, “Now that you mention it, I do smell a little…musk.”

“Me too,” Derek chuckled.

“So that’s what ‘it’ smells like,” Liam trailed off.

Stiles rolled his eyes, “You guys are crazy. I have not had sex with anybody,” he scoffed.

“Then why’d your heart just skip a beat?”

“I-it didn’t.” Stiles shifted in his spot.

A taunting smile grew on Lydia’s face, “Stiles what are you hiding under that hoodie?”


“Then take it off,” Allison teased.

“No!” Stiles shouted a bit too quickly which caused even more suspicion.

“Take it off or we’ll rip it off,” Liam threatened from his spot on Stiles’ couch.

Stiles glanced over the everyone before he began to blush. His fingers gripped the bottom of his hoodie, and he pulled up, revealing his bare torso underneath.

“Woah,” the group muttered as they gathered around the flushed boy.

Scott reached out to trace the scratch marks on Stiles’ back. “Damn, what happened to you?”

“You’ve got hickies all over you!” Kira gasped. She poked the one on his neck.

“And are those…teeth marks?” said Lydia. She giggled, “Whoever you were with must be a real animal.”

“You’re telling me,” Stiles muttered.

“So now are you are you gonna tell us what really happened?”

He huffed as he slipped his hoodie back on, “I’ve been dating this girl,” Stiles started.

The pack dramatically gasped which lead to more giggling.

Stiles rolled his eyes, “We’ve been dating for a few months, and she just happens to be a real animal in bed.” His last couple of words were muttered shyly and under his breath. "I wasn’t actually missing; I was just spending time with her.”

“Dude, how come you didn’t tell me?” Scott’s mouth hung open. They told each other everything and for Stiles to not have told him he had a girlfriend? Harsh.

Stiles shrugged, “It didn’t seem important.” He began his walk to his room again, thinking he was dismissed from his embarrassment. However, Derek interrupted.

“Well before you go you have to tell us about her.”

“Well she’s, uh, a girl. Yeah, definitely a girl. She’s got hair, eyes—two of them.” He pointed to his brown eyes, “And—oh yeah! She’s kinda sorta a werejaguar.“