Stiles- Embarrassing Is My Forte
Request- Hey! If you feel like it, could you please do one where the reader is a werewolf, but she’s bitten by a vampire and she doesn’t heal and she’s in a lot of pain but she doesn’t want to worry anyone so she pretends she’s fine (she is the youngest member of the pack, and she has a huge crush on stiles) I understand if you don’t want to do this, and I love your writing😍
A/N- So since vampires aren’t really a thing on the show, I changed this up just a little bit. Enjoy!
You shoved open the school doors and stepped outside, sighing in content as you felt the warm air on your skin. Even though your grades had been slipping and you were forced to go to tutoring for hours, you had developed a new appreciation of simple things. Of course, that was a side effect of being put on a hitlist, and now that the deadpool was over, you considered yourself pretty lucky to be alive.
It was only weeks ago that you were roaming the halls of Beacon Memorial Hospital, bored out of your mind, when someone covered in blood had come around the corner and attacked you. The psycho had almost torn you apart, and only the sound of footsteps running in your direction had saved your life. A guy with dark hair and a crooked jaw had found you on the floor of hallway, bleeding out and delirious.
“Please,” you had begged weakly. “Help me.”
Instead of running for a doctor or a nurse like you thought he would, the guy just glanced
around nervously. He bit the inside of his cheek and looked down at you, and you took a shallow, shaky breath. “Please. I don’t wanna die.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, kneeling next to you.
Your brows knitted together in confusion. Of course you were sure. No one wanted to bleed to death on the floor of a hospital, but you figured you didn’t have time to point that out.
“Yes,” you whispered sharply. “Please.”
His brown eyes met yours, and he nodded down at you, but instead of going for help, he picked up your arm and sank his teeth into it. A sharp scream of pain tore its way out of your throat, and it hurt so much that you passed out. When you woke up, the guy was gone, but you were still covered in blood.
You had reached for your abdomen, which the blood-covered guy had practically tore open earlier, but it was now completely healed. You sat up, feeling your head, your arms, anywhere that had even been slightly bruised. Nothing hurt anymore.
You suddenly remembered the second guy, the one who bit you, but when you looked down at your arm, there was no mark. You stood up shakily, glancing around at the deserted hall, and that was when a couple of hospital security guards came running around the corner.
You tried to explain what happened, but when they saw that you weren’t hurt, they hurried up toward the stairs. You knew they were trying to find the guy who had attacked you, but you guessed a witness covered in blood wasn’t their priority at the moment.
You shook your head and headed toward the front desk, alarming the nurses there, but they concluded the same thing you had. You weren’t hurt at all.
You walked back to your cousin’s room and stuck around the hospital for a little while while your aunt went to grab you some new clothes. She was the reason you had been there in the first place, and after she had broken her leg in a car accident, your mom asked you to go sit with her.
You were sitting next to her bed when you noticed someone outside in the hall, trying to grab your attention. It was the guy from before, the one who had found you bleeding in the hall. He was waving at you wildly, and against your better judgement, you went out into the hall.
“I’ll be right back,” you told your cousin, pushing open the door.
“Oh, thank god you’re alive,” the guy had breathed, glancing down at you.
“So it was real?”
The guy had pursed his lips and nodded. “There’s a lot I have to tell you. And I’m gonna start by saying I’m sorry.”
When Scott finally introduced himself and explained that he was a werewolf and you were one too, you didn’t believe him. You were convinced you were hallucinating from the shock of being attacked, but then again, the blood that was on you had been yours. You had no explanation for the cuts and injuries disappearing, and once Scott showed you his glowing red eyes, you finally started to relent.
It turns out he had bitten someone else just a little after you, when the same guy who attacked you almost threw a kid in your grade off the hospital roof. You were a werewolf, along with this new guy, and you were both a part of Scott’s pack now.
“Jesus,” you had remarked. “Do you just go around biting people all the time?”
Scott had frowned. “No. This is actually the first time this has happened to me.”
“Seriously?” you asked.
“I’m having an off night,” he had stated glumly.
Learning control was hard, but you were starting to get the hang of it. That was more than you could say for Liam, the other new beta, whose anger issues were complicating things. Now that the deadpool was over though, you had more time to focus on gaining control of your powers, and you were just relieved you were getting the chance to be normal again.
That was why you were so excited about your walk home from tutoring, because while it was something simple, it was mundane. You walked home almost all the time since you lived pretty close to the school, and that was at least one thing that hadn’t changed.
You smiled as you headed out toward the sidewalk, just as the school doors opened behind you. You glanced back to see a girl with dark hair slipping out the door. Her name was Kalissa, and you recognized her from your tutoring sessions, so you called out to her.
She simply smiled and lifted up her hand to wave, but you were pretty far ahead and she didn’t try to catch up to you. You turned back toward the road and headed toward your house, but the footsteps behind you told you that she was going the same way. It never occurred to you that it would have been smarter to walk beside her, but when you heard breaks screeching behind you, you realized your mistake. You whirled around, just in time to see a dark-haired man jumping out of a car and grabbing Kalissa.
She screamed, and something Scott had told you that night in the hospital came to mind. This doesn’t have to be a bad thing, Y/n. You can use to help people.
With Scott’s words echoing in your head, your dropped your bag and sprinted toward the car. The guy snatched Kalissa so fast that you knew he must have been something supernatural, and then he slammed her into the side of the car. She fell to the ground, unconscious, and you let out a threatening snarl, but the guy didn’t look afraid.
Instead, he let out a roar of his own, and his eyes lit up a bright white. One look at his horrifying teeth told you exactly what he was, and you started toward him.
“I hate wendigos,” you hissed to yourself, flicking out your claws.
Your eyes lit up a bright yellow as you swiped out at him, catching him across the chest and tearing his shirt. He roared again and started to go hand to hand with you, but it was obvious he was more skilled. By some stroke of luck, you managed to knock his legs out from under him and pin him to the ground, but he quickly lunged up and sank his teeth into your shoulder.
You screamed, and through the haze of your pain, you realized that you wouldn’t be able to save Kalissa. The Wendigo grabbed you by the hair and slammed you into the door of the car, and you blacked out for a minute or so. When you opened your eyes, you had just enough time to see him loading a back bag into the trunk and then slam it shut.
It took you a few moments to realize that he must have zipped Kalissa into it, and you weakly shoved yourself off the ground. You ran around the side of the car, but he was already inside, and he simply flashed you a crazy grin as he sped off. You limped back to the sidewalk, your shoulder stinging, and pulled out your phone.
First, you tried to call Scott, but he didn’t pick up. You didn’t want to call the police and sound totally insane as you explained everything, but if you had to, you would. That was when you realized that there was one more person who might be able to help.
Since you were a new werewolf, you didn’t have a long list of contacts that new about the supernatural, but Scott had told you that there was one person who was always willing to help if he could. Dr. Deaton was a veterinarian with a very specific set of skills, and not all of those included treating cats and dogs.
When you were introduced to him, he seemed helpful enough, and if you wanted to avoid bringing clueless cops into the situation, then calling him was your best option. You quickly dialed his number and prayed to every god there was that he would pick up the phone.
“This is Dr. Deaton,” he announced after a few rings.
At the sound of his voice, you let out a breath of relief. “Deaton, this is Y/n, uh, Scott’s beta?”
“Oh. What can I do for you, Y/n?”
“I think I just watched a wendigo kidnap someone,” you breathed. “I was leaving the school, and he just pulled over and grabbed the girl behind me. I tried to fight him, but he bit me and I tried to call Scott, but-”
“Woah, woah, woah,” Deaton cautioned. “Slow down, Y/n. What did he look like?”
“Uh, he had, uh, dark hair,” you said slowly. “And I think he had blue eyes. When they weren’t glowing white.”
You heard Deaton sigh through the phone. “Wait, do you know him?”
“I’m afraid so,” he told you. “He escaped from Eichen House a little while ago, but I think I know where he’s headed. Hopefully I’ll be able to get to him before he hurts that girl. Thank you for calling me.”
“Wait, that…that’s it?” you asked. “You’re just going to go after him?”
“Yes,” Deaton told you. “Unless you need something else. You’re not hurt are you?”
You glanced down at your shoulder. “No, uh, I’m fine. Let me know when you find her.”
With a promise that he would, Deaton hung up the phone, and as you slid your phone back into your pocket, you hissed in pain. Your shoulder felt like it was burning, and as you grabbed your bag and headed down the sidewalk, it occurred to you that there was no way you could go home like this.
For starters, you weren’t healing at all. Maybe it was because the bite was deep, or because it was from a wendigo, but the mark didn’t look like it was going away anytime soon. You tried to call Scott again, but he still wasn’t answering his phone, and after trying Kira, and Lydia, you realized that you had to try Stiles.
He was Scott’s best friend and two years older than you, but you and Stiles got along as if you had been friends for years. Meeting him was one of the best things about Scott biting you, and you knew that if you called him and asked for help, he’d be there within minutes.
Stiles was sitting on his bed when his phone rang, and he pulled his eyes away from his crime board to snatch his phone from his desk. “Hello?”
“Uh, Stiles?” you asked hesitantly.
“Y/n? Is everything okay?”
“Not really,” you told him. “A wendigo just bit me.”
“What?” he choked, jumping up. “Where are you? What happened?”
“I’m outside the school. I was walking home and there was who was walking behind me. This guy just pulled over and grabbed her, and when I tried to fight him, his eyes were bright white. He bit me, and he took off. I couldn’t help her, but I called Deaton. He said he knows the guy and knows where he’s going.”
“Okay,” Stiles told you. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”
“No,” you told him weakly. “I think I’ll be okay.”
“You don’t sound okay,” he stated, jogging down the stairs and snatching his keys from the table by the door.
“Stiles,” you told him. “I’ll be fine.”
“Y/n, I’m not hanging up this phone until I know you’re not gonna die on me.”
Despite the pain you were in, you smiled. “Okay.”
He talked to you as he drove to the school, probably breaking about five traffic laws in the process.
“Stiles,” you croaked. “Please be careful.”
“Careful?” he asked, his voice echoing out through the speakers. “‘Course I’m being caref-oh, shit…sure hope that wasn’t a red light.”
You laughed softly and tilted your head back against the brick wall you were leaning against. You hadn’t wanted to go back into the school with your torn shirt and bleeding shoulder, but you hadn’t wanted to stay out on the road either. You had gone around the side of the school and sat in the grass to wait for Stiles, hoping you would be out of view.
“Hey, where are you?” he asked. You could hear the screeching of the Jeep’s breaks through the phone, and you felt your body sag in relief. “On the side of the school. The one closest to the sign.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.”
You heard a car door slam, and true to his word, Stiles didn’t hang up the phone until he skidded to a stop in the grass in front of you.
“Oh shit,” he breathed, glancing down at your shoulder in horror.
“You really know what to say to a girl, Stilinski,” you remarked weakly.
“I-I didn’t mean-it’s just-your shoulder,” he rambled.
“It’s okay,” you told him, shoving yourself up from the ground. “I’m sure it looks awful.”
You stumbled slightly, and Stiles reached out to catch you. He placed his hands on your shoulders to steady you.
“Hey, easy there,” he told you. “I can’t have you dying on me. Scott would kill me.”
“Where is he?” you asked him as he led you to the Jeep.
“No idea,” he told you. “But I’m taking you to Deaton.”
“He’s not there,” you groaned. “He went after the wendigo who took that girl.”
“Damn it,” Stiles breathed. “Okay, I’ll call Scott. Hopefully, he’ll pick up, but for now, I have a first aid kit in the jeep. I don’t have any supernatural healing magic, but I’ve got some gauze and some medical tape.”
“That works too,” you told him. “God, my head is killing me.”
“I also have some aspirin,” Stiles assured you.
He led you to the Jeep with an arm wrapped around your waist, and then helped you into the passenger seat. He reached out in front of you to fumble with the glove box for a moment, and then he pulled out a rusty, metal first aid kit.
“Sorry, it might be a little old,” he warned.
“A little?” you questioned.
Stiles’ lips twitched. “Okay, maybe more than a little.”
You smiled. “It’s fine, Stiles.”
“Great,” he said softly, reaching out to clean the bite mark on your shoulder. You winced, and noticed his fingers were shaking.
“Do you want me to do it?” you asked, nodding down to his hand.
“I-no, sorry I-I just…you make me kind of nervous.”
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t worry, Stiles. I’m not going to attack you again. Besides, it’s not the full moon anymore.”
“It’s not that,” he said softly, wiping the dried blood from your shoulder.
“Then what is it?”
“I-I mean, I don’t hold that against you, you know?” he told you quickly. “It was your first one, and you didn’t end up killing me, so…”
“Oh,” you said. “Okay…but why are you so nervous?”
Stiles sighed. “You’re a total badass. And you’re really pretty…and I’ve never been the best around girls to begin with.”
You blinked, and you felt a smile curling onto your lips. “Stiles, are you saying-”
“I like you,” he admitted, the words tumbling from his mouth. “I really like you.”
Instead of looking at you, he was fumbling around in the first aid kit for some bandages, but you quickly reached out to grab his wrist. “I like you too, Stiles.”
Stiles blinked and looked up. “A-are you sure? Like, you’re not just saying that because I’m totally saving your life right now?”
You rolled your eyes again, and Stiles smiled. “I wouldn’t go that far. I doubt this thing is going to kill me.”
“You never know.”
You sighed. “I like you, Stiles. I’m not just saying it. You’ve been one of the best things about being a werewolf. I don’t think you have any idea just how much I like you. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
Stiles grinned. “You? Embarrassing?”
“You’d be surprised,”
“Well,” he said, leaning forward. “Embarrassing is my forte.”
You blinked, glancing down at his lips before meeting his eyes again. Before he had a chance to mess it up, he closed the distance between you. You closed your eyes as he kissed you, and as you wrapped your arms around his neck, you felt a prickling sensation around the bite on your shoulder and the gash on your head. When you and Stiles finally parted, you looked down to find that the wound had completely healed.
“Woah,” he breathed. “I must be a better kisser than I thought.”
You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t stop the smile blooming on your face. “I’m guessing you didn’t know that could happen?”
He shook his head. “You know, even after all this time, I’m sure there’s still stuff we don’t know about werewolves.”
You sighed. “I guess I’ve got a lot to learn.”
“I can help you out,” Stiles promised. “Starting now. I wonder if kissing could, like, make you sprout wings or something.”
He leaned in for another kiss, and you put your hand on his cheek and turned him away. “I do not want wings.”
“But you do want me…you do want me, right? I’m not misreading this?”
You laughed softly. “Yes, Stiles. I want you.”
He sighed in relief. “Good, because this would have been awkward. So, should we call Scott?”
You looked down at your healed shoulder. “Eh, I think I’m good.”
“Thank god, because I’m starving,” he breathed. “Wanna go get something to eat?”
You grinned. “Sure, but uh, maybe I should change first?”
He looked down at your bloody shirt. “Oh, hold on.”
He leaned forward, practically enveloping you as he reached around your body and into the backseat. He pulled a faded t-shirt from the floor and tossed it to you. “Wear this. It’s clean, it’s just been back there for a while.”
“It’s fine,” you promised.
You smiled to yourself as you hopped into the backseat to change. Stiles turned around to cover you, and you felt excitement stirring inside you. Initially, you had been freaked out about this whole werewolf thing. Now it was beginning to dawn on you that with superpowers, a chance to save lives, and the guy of your dreams, it wasn’t a bad deal at all.