when she pulled back all you can see on her face is surprise because oh my god allison i finally know what you mean now

Believe It or Not. Part 12.

Summary: after being injured by the alpha, y/n can’t help her friends. So follow their wild ride to save her.

///I guess y/n isn’t really in this herself a lot but she’s talked about a lot///

(Based off 1x12 “Code-Breaker”)

“Perfect,” Peter said. Then continuing to throw y/n’s body on the ground, still unconscious.

“You’re coming with me.” Peter took a few steps forward but Stiles hadn’t moved at all.

“No,” the boy groaned, causing an annoyed Peter to turn around and look at him, “i’m not just letting you leave her here.”

“You don’t have a choice. Stiles, you’re coming with me.” Peter made his way back until he was standing right over y/n, claws extended.

Stiles squirmed, he moved so he was on his hands and knees, hovering over her body, “Just kill me. Look, I don’t care, anymore.” Stiles’ tears fell freely from his eyes, he knew time was ticking. He needed to get her and Lydia out of here quickly.

“Call your friend,” Peter offered, “Tell Jackson where they are. That’s all you get.”

Stiles immediately started to fumble his hand around in his pocket for his phone. He realized this was the only way he would be able to get y/n the help she needs.


Once Stiles told Jackson that Lydia was in trouble he hung up and full on sprinted to the lacrosse field.

As he got closer and closer, he was able to see the two girls lying on the ground side by side. The first person he made contact with was Lydia. He held her head in one hand, as his other reached for his phone.

“Come on Lydia, stay with me.” He whispered as he held her head in his hands.

As gently as he could, Jackson placed both of his arms underneath Lydia’s body. One underneath her knees, and the other right near her shoulder blades. He easily lifted her into his arms and ran her all the way to his car placing her in the backseat and then heading back her y/n.

He shifted to his other knee on the ground, reaching his hand down to check y/n’s pulse. A sigh of relief when he realized she was breathing. He then repeated his actions with her, y/n slightly groaned as he lifted her up.

“Wha- Jackson?” Her eyes started to flutter open.

“You’re going to be fine y/n, just shut up okay.”

Confused but tired, y/n let her eyes shut again already being consumed with more pain.


Stiles nervously drove his jeep, speeding as necessary with Peter in the seat right next to him.

“Don’t feel bad,” Peter broke the silence, “she’ll probably live.”

A sudden feeling of anger flooded Stiles’ mind and body, “she better live.” He whispered more to himself than to Peter, not wanting to talk to him at all.

“But the redhead, Lydia is it? If she lives, she might become a werewolf. She’ll be incredibly powerful.”

Stiles’ face twisted in confusion, “did you bite her?” He turned to look at the alpha.

“Scratched.” He clarified.

“That’s just great,” Stiles sighed, “once a month Lydia will go out of her mind and try to tear everyone apart.” He shook his head, things were already difficult with Scott being a werewolf.

Although he did worry about Lydia a lot. He had known her forever, of course he cared about her, she’s his friend. At least he was able to clarify his feelings for her now, and his feelings for y/n… Which were incredibly strong.

“Well actually, considering she’s a woman- twice a month.” Peter’s twisted humor just made Stiles angier, causing him to press on the accelerator a little harder.


“I’m not sure how long you’ll be. You want me to pick out anything specific, sweetheart?”
Allison’s mother Victoria asked her daughter, helping her prepare for leaving town with Kate.

“I just saw my boyfriend turn into a werewolf.” Was all Allison could say, ignoring her mother and replaying the images of the last thing she saw on a loop in her head.

“All right,” her mother sighed, “I’ll pick out some things myself.”

“Who was that? Was that Scott?” Allison asked.

“No. Somebody named Jackson.” Victoria answered.

“What are you gonna do to him?” The girl asked, concerned for her friend.

“That depends. We have a sort of moral code we follow. Especially when they’re that young.” Her mother said, not once turning around from her position in front of the closet.

“Scott didn’t kill anybody, he couldn’t-” Allison rushed to the defense of Scott, until her mother calmly cut her off.

“This is all part of a longer conversation.”


Stiles and Peter ended up on a random level of a parking garage. Peter pulling out a laptop.

“Good luck getting a signal down here. Oh MiFi. And you’re a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves or just a personal preference?” Stiles sarcastic demeanor beginning to return.

“Turn it on. Get connected.” Peter ignored the boy.

“You know, you’re killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here. Look, you still need Scott’s username and password, and I’m sorry, but I don’t know them.”

Peter glared at him, “you know both of them.”

“No I don’t.” Stiles stayed persistent, but Peter’s abilities were too strong.

“Even if I couldn’t hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you’re lying.”

“Dude, I swear to god-”

“I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don’t make me persuade you… Especially when it comes to that pretty little girl in the white and gold dress. Where is she again? Let’s hope the hospital, for her sake.”


Jackson was running through the hospital, turning corners and running past rooms until he ran into the sheriff.

“Where is she?” He shouted, desperately looking for Lydia.

“Hey. Hey! What the hell happened to those girls?” The sheriff asked when he was finally able to calm the boy down.

“I-I don’t know,” the boy answered nervously, “I went out looking for her.” He pointed at Lydia.

“What, you just happened to wander into the middle of that field and you just found her there like that? Don’t lie to me, son.” The sheriff begged. He needed to know what happened to both Lydia and Y/n. He was extremely worried about y/n. He’d known this girl for so long, she was family, just like Scott.

Jackson didn’t answer so the sheriff rushed forwards and grabbed the sides of his shirt.

“What happened to her?” He yelled, forceful.

“This isn’t my fault!” The boy defended himself.

“She’s your girlfriend! And y/n your classmate they’re your responsibility!”

“She didn’t go to the formal with me.” Jackson corrected, taking the sheriff by surprise.

“Stiles took her.”

“Somebody better find my son.” The sheriff whispered, turning around and leaving the teenage boy in the hospital hallway.


“You’re going to kill people, aren’t you?” Stiles asked, his nervous fingers typing on the computer.

“Only the responsible ones.”
He answered. Which immediately turned Stiles’ mind to Scott, “Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott out of this.” He tried to bargain the safety of his friend.

“Do you want to know why wolves hunt in packs,” Peter started, “it’s because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them.”

Stiles had stopped typing and was now facing Peter. He really wasn’t scared of him anymore, if he was going to kill him he would’ve already been dead. So Stiles used the brave part of him to speak.

“He’s not going to help you.” He said with a straight face, looking Peter dead in the eye.

But Peter just laughed, “oh, he will. Because it’ll save Allison, and his sister. And you will because it’ll save her too, and Scott. Your best friend whom you know so well, even his username and password.”

With a sigh, Stiles turned back around to type in the needed information. Peter watched intently as Stiles placed both the username and password into place.

“His username is Allison, and his password, is Allison?” He stated unimpressed.

“Still want him in your pack?”


After Peter had taken his keys and drove off to the hale house, since that’s where Derek was being kept (well underneath it), Stiles ran to the only place he thought he could find her.

He ran down the halls until he turned a corner and saw his dad, slowing down. The sheriff immediately noticed his son’s presence.

“You know it’s a good thing we’re in a hospital because I’m going to kill you.” He said while angrily striding towards his son.

“I’m- I’m sorry,” the boy struggled to explain himself, “I lost the keys to my jeep, I had to run all the way here.”

“I don’t care!” His dad was now yelling.

Stiles ran his hands over his head in frustration. He turned around and saw into one of the hospitals rooms through the window. It was Y/n’s room.

He watched with wide eyes as she lied there on her back in the hospital bed. Her chest shallowly rising and falling. He could hear the faint noise of beeping from the multiple machines she’s hooked up to.

So much guilt flooded his body all at once. This was his fault, he and Scott should’ve told her sooner. Maybe if they had, she wouldn’t be here right now. The image of her body falling to the ground made him shiver. Her head in his lap, wanting more than anything for her to open her eyes, eyes that he loved so much. A tear involuntarily slid down his face.

“Is she gonna be okay?” He whispered loud enough for his father to here.

“They don’t know, partially because they don’t know what happened. She lost a lot of blood.”

Stiles stood, his hand against the window. He wanted to go inside, to see her but they weren’t letting anyone in. So he turned around to face his dad, the sight of y/n making his heart ache.

“What about Lydia?” Concern laced his voice for his friend, who he also got stuck in this mess.

“I don’t know, but there’s something else going on with her.”

Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

“The doctors say it’s like Lydia’s having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going into shock,” the sheriff elaborated, “Did you see anything? I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked her?”

Stiles shook his head, now fully aware of how easy it’s become for him to lie to the people he cares about.

“No. No, I have no idea.”

“What about Scott?” His dad asked.

“What do you mean? What about him?”

“Did he see anything?”

Stiles started racing with anxiety, “What do you- is he not here?”

“What are you talking about?” His dad asked now on the verge of yelling,
“I’ve been calling him on his cell phone. I’ve gotten no response.”

Stiles sighed, “yeah and you’re not going to get one.”


As Scott and Derek approached the entrance of the Hale house when Derek sensed something, something wrong. He stopped in his tracks.

“Hey, hold on,” he called out to Scott, “Hold on. Something doesn’t feel right.”

He said finally catching the beta’s attention. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” Derek shifted uncomfortably, “It’s- it’s kind of like it’s-”

He would’ve finished but Scott cut him off,
“No, don’t say ‘too easy.’ People say ‘too easy.’ And bad things happen. What, do you think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison’s dad? None of this has been easy.”

At the boy’s childish outburst, he gave in.

“Fine. You’re right.” They continued inside the house. After only a few steps they heard the voice of a woman, more importantly, the voice of Kate.

“Now the leg. Flash bolt!”

Derek recognizing the terminology called out to Scott, “Scott, your eyes!”

Except it wasn’t Kate that attacked Scott. Kate was guiding Allison on how to take him down.

“Get up!” Derek shouted, but Scott was too weak.

“Allison, I can explain.” Scott pleaded to the girl he claimed love for not more than a few hours ago.

“Stop lying.” She snapped, “For once, stop lying.” Scott could practically feel her anger.

“I Was going to tell you the truth at the formal. I was gonna tell you everything. Because everything that I said, everything that I did-”

“Was to protect me.” She finished mockingly.

“Yes.” Scott sighed in defeat.

“I don’t believe you.” Allison whispered to suppress her tears.

“Thank god,” Kate interrupted, “now shoot him before I have to shoot myself.”

Allison turned to face her, caught off guard. “You- you said we were just gonna catch them?” She questioned her aunt’s motives.

And just when Allison, Scott, Derek and everyone thought nothing could get worse. That’s exactly what happened.


It all happened so quick in front of Scott. Allison being threatened, Kate’s throat being slashed, and derek killing Peter and becoming the alpha. Taking away any chance Scott had at curing himself.

After the longest night of his life, he finally found himself wandering through the halls of the hospital, looking for his sister’s room.

He turned a few more corners before he reached his destination. Once Scott approached the window, he hesitantly looked inside. His heart dropped seeing her there, eyes shut. He couldn’t help but blame himself. Stiles was right, he should’ve told her everything from the beginning- when he needed her the most. But at least she wasn’t alone, he glanced down to see that Stiles had moved a chair to the edge of her bed so he could hold her hand while she slept. Stiles’ head laying down next to their intertwined hands as he slept as well.

Scott smiled to himself, entering the room finally. He walked up to his best friend and let his hand fall lightly on his shoulder. Stiles softly opened his eyes and looked up at him.

“Morning sunshine,” Scott chuckled, “can I have a second?” He motioned to y/n with his eyes and Stiles understood what he meant.

“Yeah, yeah of course.” He got up and grabbed his jacket, walking towards the door. But before he left, he looked back at y/n one more time and smiled. He could feel it, she was going to be fine.

Scott took the chair that Stiles had recently occupied, and placed his hand in hers. Almost instantly y/n’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hi.” He breathed, relief flooding through him.

She smiled widely, “Hey.”

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Well you know,” she gently positioned herself so she was sitting up against the bed, “it’s not everyday you get clawed by an alpha werewolf just because he’s trying to kill your beta werewolf twin brother for some sort of twisted second family fettish.”

Well at least she didn’t lose her humor. Scott thought to himself.

“Yeah about all that-” he began to apologize.

“Don’t. You don’t have to. It’s all over, and im not mad.” She squeezed his hand for comfort, “just, just tell me now.”

He looked up at her with big brown eyes, “but I thought Derek-”

“He did,” she cut me off, “But I want to hear the story from you.”

So taking a deep breathe, he told her everything.

How all this, destruction, started just because he and his best friend snuck out to go find a dead body. They laughed together about all the mistakes Stiles made along the way, they both smiled when Scott told the story of how he and Allison fell in love and finally admitted it, they cried together when Scott told her that any chance of him being cured was taken away from him. Scott and y/n talked for hours, reaching a new level of closeness than they already had. By the end of the story, Scott ended up on the hospital bed right by his sister’s side, where he vowed her would never leave her side again.

Even with as much as an emotional roller-coaster as that story is. The twins both felt oddly at peace. Finally, they were back to how things used to be. And there were no more secrets between them.

But, believe it or not, their story had just begun.

(Feedback and suggestions are always welcome)

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The bar had been dark, smoky and hot, viciously so. Stiles had been that uninhibited drunk that meant he was tipsy, and willing to throw himself all over the place as he danced with Erica, but not stupid. He’d noticed the guy, noticing him. He’d smirked across the dancefloor at him, bitten his lip until it was raw and red and demanding the guy’s attention, draped his arms over the guy’s shoulders when he’d slunk out onto the floor finally, and pulled Stiles up against him. 

They hadn’t so much danced as ground into one another until Stiles had needed to pause for breath. There’d been big, hot hands tugging up his shirt, clutching at his bare hips, pressing into him with an intensity Stiles is sure will have left bruises. The guy had been rubbing his cheek along Stiles’, making him shiver and arch into him, beard burn be damned it had felt too good to make him stop. 

He’d pulled back, and the guy’s eyes had gone wide, almost panicked, before Stiles had mimed he needed a drink, tugged on his hand and led him through the crowd. 

He twists back to lean against the bar, grins when the guy falls into him, their bodies melting into one another. 

“What are you drinking?”

“Water,” the guy shrugs, “Big day tomorrow.”

“Aw, me too!”

“So, you’re out drinking?”

“Is that judgement I detect?”

“No,” the guy smirks, drifts forward until his mouth is almost brushing with Stiles’, “I’m happy to be a distraction.”

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I look like everyone.

eeeek so hi aloha it is i. so i was in class and i was thinking of what to write and then i remember back to this book i started reading on good ol’ wattpad. but it was one of those cool stories that only gets two chapters then deletes. but here it is (if you know of the book please let me know so I can credit the author) and of course if you haven’t figured it out im stiles af so have some stiles fluff :-)) (and maybe possibly a part two??) anyways go ahead and request

summary: y/n has an unusual almost curse which results in her appearing as someone else. no one ever seems to see her, that is until she met stiles…

word count: 1721

stiles x reader

Originally posted by tylerboechlin

(not my gif) 

You were used to the stares. 

Of course you were. They followed you everywhere. It was just, how it was. Dying your hair, glasses, braces; it didn’t seem to matter. Nobody ever seemed to see what you actually looked like. No one would actually seem to see you. 

It made making friends hard, especially when you were constantly moving around, your family forever on the move. It seemed they couldn’t stay in one place for more than a couple of months. 

You didn’t understand it. You saw the plain old you in the mirror and so did you family. But to everyone else, you suddenly became the person they wanted to see the most. Whoever it they saw you as, there was one catch; only female people. It made some sort of sense, as you were female. 

Far too many times had you experienced the same situation; some frantic person comes rushing up, grabbing your arms as if you weren’t real, staring at you in utter disbelief. Then after some complicated explaining that you weren’t whoever they thought you were, they would always say the same thing,

You look just like her. 

By now, you had a generic response for hearing the same 5 words too often. 

I look like everyone.

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Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

“It’ll take their time until we clean up the mess with the walkers, but imagine all the stuff I-we get.” You say and stroke over Negan’s bare chest.
“Ok ok, but when you fucking try something…”
“I’ll not.” You interrupt him and kiss him passionate to distract him.
It works.
It always works…

“Wait, I help you.” Dwight says as you load a huge box in one of the trucks.
“Thank you.” You say, his pleasent scent tingles in your nose and you smile slightly.
“Are you ok?” Dwight asks and confused you look to him. “I’m just asking, because, you know, what happened inside. I never saw you like this.”
With a sigh you sit down on the loading ramp and look to your old home. To saw it for the first time after several months made you emotional and you killed the walkers inside nearly on your own. Like possessed.
You tried to let out all your frustration.
“Coping with stress.” You say.
“I thought you’ve Negan for that.” Shocked about his own words he closes his mouth and you raise an eyebrow.
Instead of an answer you take a knife out of your pocket.
It’s pretty old with a leather handle where a bike is engraved in it, but it’s really sharp and the silver tip shines in the sun.
It belonged to someone from your old group.
“For you.” You give it to him and his eyes widen surprised.
“Leia, I can’t… Listen, I’m sorry.” Dwight stutters.
“It’s ok.”
Suddenly he bends down to you, his lips hover over your mouth and you close your eyes.
‘Finally.’ You think, but then he decided otherwise and kisses you on the cheek.
You don’t have time to be disappointed as Damien calls for you. Dwight and you pull out your guns as you see another group of survivors, standing there with their arms raised.
“Oh my god.” You whisper as you recognize one of them before you shout. “Everyone lower their guns.”

Laughing and talking you stand on one of the balconies.
“I can’t believe he survived.” Chris says and you nod in agreement.
“Nothing can kill the old man. I just hope…”
You stop speaking as Negan arrives at the Sanctuary with a big satisfied grin.
Chris narrows his eyes, both of you trying to hear what he says.
A cold shudder goes up your spine as Negan mentions a group they found and that Lucille has to do some work tonight.
“Do you think..?” Damien asks.
“I think so. You’ll warn them and I’ll distract Negan in the meantime.”
Chris and Damien agree as you go inside. Negan is already coming toward you, twirling Lucille in his hands around before he puts her carefully on the wall.
“Sir.” They boys nod unison, but Negan ignores you, grabbing you by the hips.
Negan wipes your hair away and presses his mouth on your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there.
“Seems like you’re in a good mood.” You whisper, trying to suppress the damn desire which builds between your legs.
“Oh yea I fucking am. My wife brought me some good shit and I’ve some new employees who will work for me. Even when they don’t fucking know it yet.” He chuckles and you gasp as you feel a cold blade on your arm. “And I’ve a new knife.”
“That’s Dwight’s. I gave it to him.” With cold eyes you look from the knife to Negan.
“Yea and I fucking took it from him. Like I did with everything.”
Anger rushes through you and you snort in disbelief. That doesn’t seem to bother Negan as he puts his lips on yours and kisses you rough.
“I’ll be back in a few days and then we fucking celebrate.” Negan says smirking and taking Lucille before he leaves you alone.
Now you notice your fast beating heart as you slowly follow Negan and watch how he disappears with Simon and a huge bunch of his other men in the motor yard.

Tired you fall in your bed, far away from the penthouse and Amber.
After Negan was gone Chris told you that he warned Roy and his group through the radio station and you were relieved. You’re optimistic that they could make it with the guns you gave them.
As the door opens you expect Dwight for a moment, but it’s just Allison who brings you something to eat.
“Thought you could need it.” Allison sits down on your bed and grateful you start eating.
“What is it?” You ask as she bites her lower lip insecure.
“Damien mentioned that, uhm, that it doesn’t bother you to sleep with Negan.” She responds quietly and you almost spit the soup in her face. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
“No it’s alright and Damien is right. Let’s say it could be worse. But that doesn’t mean that I wouldn’t kill him if I had the chance.”
She nods understanding and you’ve the feeling that she wanted to ask something else. But a little bit too harsh you send her away.
Now you aren’t that hungry anymore and put the plate on the night table before you lie down with your arms crossed behind your head.
Even when your eyes burned from insomnia you can’t sleep.
Do you and your friends have to life like that for the rest of your time?
Or do you have maybe the chance with other survivors to kill Negan?
…and is this really what you want? Killing him?

After two days the ‘relaxing time’ is over and nervous you look to the cars. Depending on Negan’s mood you’d know what happened.
“Where’s Dwight?” Simon shouts toward you.
“In his room. You want me to get him?” You ask and he shakes his head.
“No, you’ll take care of the boss.”
As Negan get out of the car your eyes widen, blood is streaming down his face and the good and brave you are, you run to him.
“Out! Everyone!” Negan yells and you look around, seeing that some of the men are hurted.
As you wanted to press a handkerchief on his wound Negan pushes your hand away and turns you around. Impatient he bends you over a bonnet and pulls down your pants and panties.
“Negan…condom.” You say and try to stop him, but he holds you in position with a rough grip on your waist.
“No fucking time for that.” Negan growls and rams his hard cock in your almost dry pussy.
“Goddamnit woman.” He curses and spit on his hand to rub your clit.
You close your eyes, seeing for a moment Dwight’s smiling face in front of you.
Slowly you’re getting wet and moan quietly.
“That’s it.” He groans behind you, thrusting in an inhuman pace in you and smacks your ass.
As he finally releases himself in you, your whole body is shaking and you’ve tears in your eyes. He never treated you like a cheap whore.
“I hate you.” You mumble.
“Fine. I never fucking asked you to love me.” Negan hisses and presses a short kiss on your lips before he goes.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You say to your friends while you smoke the first cigarette since months.
Amelie offers you her hand, but you just stare at it.
Instead you look at Dwight who leans against a wall. “When you know something what could help us, it’d be the right time to say it now.”
Hurted by your harsh words he is silent and even the others seem surprised. But you don’t care.
You can’t play anymore the nice and lovely Leila.
“Maybe Rick and the Hilltop people.” Dwight says and you nod. “But they’ll not listen to me.”
“No, but maybe to me. I’ll ask Negan to take me there.”
“He’ll never allow that.” Dwight says dubiously.
“When I suck his dick often enough he will.” You shrug and Dwight winces at your words.
“Come, we leave them alone.” Chris mumbles as Dwight and you stare at each other.
Dwight still hurted and you coldly.
As soon as you’re alone, you jump from your chair and Dwight comes to you. Deeply he kisses you, his hands buried in your hair and you sigh quietly.
“What about Sherry?” You ask, your eyes still closed.
“She is important to me.” He admits and your heart grows heavy. “But I don’t love…not anymore.”

*several months later*
“You sure you want to do this?” Rick asks. “I could stay.”
“No, it’s fine.” Grateful you smile at him and squeeze gentle his arm before you go in the room.
A smirk appears on Negan’s face and that’s probably the first time you don’t want to vomit.
“Look who found finally the motherfucking way.” Negan says and something dangerous flickers in his eyes.
His hair and beard is longer, but you still can see the two scars.
One is from you.
“I brought you some food.” You say after a few minutes of silence.
“Fucking nice. What the fuck do you really want here? Missing my dick?”
You snort in disbelief and shake your head.
If you should be honest you don’t know why you wanted to see him.
‘Maybe because he is your biggest nightmare.’ You think.
About the other things you don’t want to think about.
“I hope you fucking know that one day I get fucking out of here and guess on which door I’ll knock first.” Negan says in a low voice and you smile.
“I can’t wait.” You answer cocky and turn around.
“And Leia?” Negan chuckles and you look to him. “How’s my son?”

Teen Wolf - Stydia

Summary: Lydia goes over to Stiles house two weeks after 3x24 leaves off after receiving a worried text from Scott and finds a lot she wasn’t expecting

It’s a little angsty because any time Allison Argent’s death is present I’m a wreck. Also it’s all over the place. My muse couldn’t seem to decide what it wanted to do so it just did everything smashed into one fic. Sorry about that! I promise it has a happy ending :)

I’m really new at writing Stydia/Teen Wolf so it definitely won’t be able to compete with some of the other masterpieces I’ve read but I’m working on it! Let me know your thoughts if you can :)! Thanks for reading!

Have you been talking to Stiles? He hasn’t responded to my calls or texts and I’m starting to get really worried.

Lydia read the text from Scott with a sigh. It had been two weeks since things had finally cooled off, eleven days since her best friend’s funeral, ten days since Ethan left into a world where he was on his own, and she had yet to go over to the Stilinski house. She wasn’t intentionally avoiding Stiles—she just had been swallowed up by her own grief, and then, catching up on all the life that happened while she was grieving, namely homework and extra credit assignments. Burying herself in work was the best way for her to not focus on the crushing hollowness in her chest that she knew was there to stay.

Truth be told, she really hadn’t spent time with anyone. Between grieving both Allison and Aiden’s deaths, she hadn’t been able to think of much else. She was, on the very minimum, functioning, but she had definitely been having a hard time even doing that. She knew the others were hurting too, but she knew that she couldn’t be what they needed until she patched herself up some.

Now, seeing that Stiles was avoiding even his best friend, his brother really, Lydia knew it was time to put the whole ‘emotional tether’ thing to use. She knew, out of everyone, Stiles could arguably be having the hardest time right now. It wasn’t fair that she had taken so long to seek him out, but it was what it was.

So she showered, actually styled her hair and put on make-up for the first time since the funeral, and headed to the Stilinski residence with a reassuring text to Scott.

She noticed the Sherriff’s car was gone, but Stiles’ jeep was still in the driveway. After five knocks, she wondered if maybe he was in the shower or otherwise occupied. Or maybe he just didn’t want to see her or anyone.

Lydia was too stubborn for that. She tried the door and found it to be unlocked—surprising, considering his father was head of the police department—and she tentatively entered the home she had grown rather comfortable in over the last few months. At one time, she couldn’t point out on what side of the city Stiles lived on. Now she knew his house and its inner corners almost as well as her own.

“Stiles?” Lydia called out hopefully, ears waiting for a response.

Nothing. Pure silence. Maybe he had gone out for a walk? Or joined his dad at the station for lunch or to help with something?

The strawberry-blonde headed cautiously upstairs, listening for the smallest of sounds to alert her to his presence. He must be there. It sounded as though Stiles had done pretty much what the rest of them had—holed themselves up in their houses and shut out the world to deal with all that had happened. Although a likely answer, Lydia wasn’t sure what to expect.

No matter what broad spectrum of options she had mulled over, the one she came across was not it.

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Happy Birthday, Love (Stiles Stilinski)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Character(s): Lydia x Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1728

Reader Gender: Female

Warnings: none

Summary: based on this Imagine.

You are Lydia’s younger sister and have a crush on Stiles but he only has eyes for Lydia.

Requested by anon

You entered the school building, already wanting to go back home and fall into your warm and cozy bed again. That feeling grew even bigger when you saw Stiles flirting with your older sister, Lydia. You’ve been having a crush on him for probably just as long as he’s had on Lydia. She had always been the prettier Martin sibling. You didn’t really mind all of the guys drooling over her, but with Stiles it was something different. Every time he was around you felt happy. You laughed about all of his jokes. You just loved his sarcasm, his voice, his looks, his dorkiness, his everything. But he didn’t notice, no less than Lydia at least. To you, it couldn’t be more obvious. But as hard as you tried, you knew he would never like you back. For him, or for the whole pack actually, you were the baby of the pack, who needed to be protected. But the thing is, you were only one year and a half younger than Lydia, but still everybody treated you like a child.

As you passed them you glanced at Stiles, he smiled at you and suddenly grabbed your arm, pulling you to them, almost making you bump into his chest.

“So… because of your birthday next week. Lydia, the pack, you, a lot of other people from school and I are going to celebrate your 17th birthday on Saturday with you. Are you excited?” He cheerfully told you. You couldn’t help but blush and looked at Lydia. She was smiling at you almost jumping of excitement. She’s been talking about the party for, you think, 3 months now. And it wasn’t even her own birthday. You can tell how much she loves organizing parties.

“My little sis is growing up so fast. I am so excited for this party. Aaaand mum isn’t going to be home.” She basically yells at you, making everybody turn their heads to look at you. You start getting nervous. You’ve never been the loudest person and also didn’t like a lot of attention.

“Um… yeah! I’m excited! But I really have to go to class now.” You rushed to your class, not really feeling good about all of this. Stiles said a lot of people are coming and if Lydia invited them, then there ARE going to be a lot of people. People you didn’t know, probably. And they are all going to be there for your birthday. As you said, you didn’t like that much attention and especially not from people you didn’t know. This was going to turn out… great.

It was Saturday afternoon and you were getting ready for your birthday party. Of course Lydia insisted on doing your makeup, your hair and decided what you were going to wear. But you had to admit, you looked hot.

9:00pm. The doorbell rang. “Can you get that?!” Lydia shouted at you from the other room. So you made your way downstairs. Your heart melted as you opened the door. “Happy Birthday!!” Stiles was standing there, cute as always. A goofy smile on his face and a huge surprise in his arms. Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly. “Is- Is this for me?” You asked him. “Of course it is! Or do you know anyone else whose birthday it is today?” He pushed himself through the door handing you the surprise and giving you a kiss on the cheek. By this point you were as red as a tomato, but luckily you could hide behind the present. He really did care about you, you thought.

“So… where’s Lydia?” Nevermind. “Uhhh, she’s still upstairs getting ready.” Then the doorbell rang again. Stiles opened the door while you put the present in a small room near the living room. As you left the room again, there were like 20 more people here than before. And Isaac, Scott and Allison were the only ones you knew of them. You walked to Lydia, who was already downstairs talking to Allison. “Lydia, who the fuck are all these people?” you asked her. “Oh, you know them. They go to our school.” “That doesn’t mean I know them.” “Well… you’re gonna enjoy it anyway. Maybe meet new people.” She winked at you.

“Let’s play truth or dare!” Stiles shouted over the music. Everyone was kind of drunk by now and really outgoing. Even you. “Seriously, Stiles?” Isaac said with a questioning look on his face. “I think it’s a good idea.” You shouted with a grin on my face. What the birthday kid says, counts. So a circle of about 12 people formed. All of you sitting on the ground. “So… Scott, truth or dare?” Scott was caught off guard at first, not knowing what to say. “Um… dare?” He finally answered. “I dare you to lick whipped cream of off Allison’s stomach.” Everyone laughed at the face expressions of both, Scott and Allison.

The game carried on. Stupid dares like running around naked and ringing at the neighbours’ house were accomplished. And you had fun, until a stupid boy, you didn’t even know, thought it was a good idea to dare Stiles to kiss Lydia. At first everything got quiet and Stiles’ cheeks turned a deep red. But you could see the small smile playing on his lips and the happiness in his eyes. He slowly got up making his way over to Lydia, who was sitting next to you. She got up as well. He gently brushed her hair behind her ear, looking deep in her eyes. As he leaned in closer to her you just couldn’t take it anymore. You jumped up from your spot in the circle of people and ran to your room. Was it the alcohol that made you act like that, were you jealous? Or both? Probably the latter.

It knocked on the door and a soft voice whispered your name. You immediately recognized it as Stiles’. To be honest you really didn’t want to see him right now, but you also couldn’t tell him to leave. As you didn’t answer him, he opened the door and came in with caring look on his beautiful face. “Y/N….” “Don’t. I know it was childish to just run away. But I… God I’m so stupid.” “No, you aren’t, Y/N. I totally understand how you reacted.” “So, you knew?” you asked him shyly while looking at your hands. He came closer, so he could lift up your chin to look you in the eyes. “Yeah… I noticed. And I know how hard it is to love a person, who doesn’t love you back. It almost killed me every day to see Lydia with Jackson, mostly because he’s such a jerk….” You giggled and he sent you a soft smile, making your heart melt. How did he do this to you?

His face suddenly changed and he looked like he was deep in thoughts. “Wait a second.” He rushed out the room, only to come back two minutes later with the present he got you. “You didn’t open it yet.” He told you as he put it on your bed. “Come on! Open it now.” Stiles sounded really excited which made you curious about what was inside of it. You obey and rip it open. It was a big box. As you opened it you almost couldn’t believe your eyes. You pulled out a photo album, there were different photos of you, the pack, your family, friends. The first one was a selfie of you and Stiles, you couldn’t help but smile like an idiot at it. He carefully watched you as you looked at the pictures, smiling to himself. The next item was a CD of all your favourite songs. You couldn’t believe he remembered them all. You almost screamed as you held two concert cards of your favourite band in your hand. “Who’s gonna come with me?” you asked him with excitement clearly in your voice. “That’s up to you.” He chuckled. In the box were even flowers with a card on them, which read: “I want you to stop smiling when the last rose dies.” You looked confused at first but Stiles took the roses and pulled one out. “This one is plastic. I know it’s really cliche and cheesy but I just couldn’t help it.” And that’s everything it took for you to fall into Stiles arms and hugging him so hard, you were sure he couldn’t breathe anymore. Tears were building in your eyes but you held them back not wanting to ruin the perfect Make Up, Lydia did. “Thank you so much, Stiles. This means a lot.” “Wait.” He said as he let go of you and searched for something in his pocket. “I’ve still got one more thing.”

As he pulled out a small box, which looked like there could be a ring in there, and opened it, you gasped. You just couldn’t believe your eyes. It was the necklace you probably looked at, at least 50 times while walking by the jewelry store. But you never bought it because you thought it was so expensive. “OH MY GOD STILES! This necklace alone costs like 80 dollars! How much money did you spend on me?” “Does it matter?” He chuckled again as he held the necklace in his hands ready to put it around your neck. It was kind of simple but with a beautiful, purple stone. You never understood why it was so expensive, but it still had something… magical about it. At least that’s what you thought. By now you were crying on his shoulder as he was hugging you tight, brushing through your hair. “No one ever gave me such an amazing present. I don’t know what to say. Thank you so very much, Stiles. Really, this was more than I’d expected.” “It’s no problem, really. Are you still mad at me?” You take one step back looking at him as if he was a ghost or something. “Are you kidding me? How could I ever be mad at you again after this.” He smiled at you, taking you in his arms again and placing a kiss on your forehead, whispering a soft “Happy Birthday, love.”

I’m sorry I haven’t been uploading a lot, but ya know… school. Enjoy!

[Based on this post: Btw I have come to the conclusion that we really need to do it in a bed. Like at least once.]


“So – that was something.” Stiles sighs happily. He cannot be blamed by the things he’s saying now, he’s come dumb; his brain is dead and his body is exhausted. It’s official, he’s had the best orgasm of his life.

Derek snorts, stretches his arms and plasters himself over Stiles’ chest like a damn cat. “A good something?”

“An awesome something.” Stiles smirks, runs his fingers over Derek’s tattoo, the skin under his palm hot and sweaty. Hmn, sweaty. Derek all sweaty after moving tables around all morning, hmmn, Derek’s muscles. “The best something.”

“Cool.” Derek mutters against Stiles’ shoulder, starts dropping small kisses all the way to his neck. “Wanna do it again?”

Stiles’ cock starts to get hard again, and Derek smirks when he feels it rub on his leg. “Shut your face, this is all your fault.” Derek leans in to kiss him, a hand sneaking between their bodies to grab at Stiles’ cock. “Shit.”

“Are you complaining?” Derek moves against him, bites at his lower lip.

“Shut up and fuck me again.”


“You like it.”


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