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Darkness Part 2: Void Stiles

Here it is! You guys wanted this first so I hope you enjoy! It was requested by a bunch of y’all. Enjoy! Xxxxx

Part 1

I hate feeling afraid. I hate feeling helpless and weak. But I can’t help it whenever the Oni’s come near me I freeze. I could feel the fear going through me and it terrified me to no end.

I was currently sat on the same table that earlier I had been hiding behind, pretending to listen to Scott’s long speech of how “they wouldn’t let Void Stiles hurt me. How he wouldn’t even come near me again.” But that was exactly comforting to me. I wasn’t scared of Void Stiles, he did save me after all.

Everyone decided to hang around until the next day, letting Isaac rest and fully heal from the nasty slash across the stomach. Allison had patched him up with whatever she could find around Derek’s loft.

Lydia had sat with me for the most of the night and the day, not really saying much but she kept her arms wrapped around me and that was all the comfort I needed.

I wasn’t exactly sure what we were waiting for. Derek wasn’t due back until at least tomorrow and we hadn’t told the Sheriff where we were going but no one seemed to want to pick up the phone and tell him.

Soon the sunlight coming in from the window bled into darkness until the only light was coming from a few dull lamps spotted around the apartment and the bright light from the moon outside. It was almost full.

Everyone was quietly muttering to each other until there was a loud bang on the door and everyone’s head snapped up in fright.

Allison looked at Isaac and mouthed, “Derek?”

Isaac shook his head, staring at Scott who was breathing deeply. His gaze snapped back to Isaac and both their eyes widened.

“Come on Scott,” A voice sang through the door. “Let me in.”

Void Stiles.

I shrunk into Lydia’s arms as she glanced between the two werewolves.

“Either you let me in, or I come in on my own. Your choice.” Void Stiles offered. No one moved except for Allison, who picked her bow back up.

With a loud rattle, Derek’s door was thrown open and Void Stiles stood on the other side, a smirk on his face and 4 Oni’s at his heels.

“Hello again. Long-time no see.” Void Stiles chirped sarcastically and I shivered.

As if sensing my discomfort Void Stiles’ eyes met mines and locked on them. His eyes always fascinated me. They were so different from Stiles’. Stiles’ eyes were a warm honey brown and his were dark and cold and almost black. But definitely intriguing.

“Hello, little dove.”

Fear pushed through me but I determinedly held his gaze as I mustered up a “Hello,” in the strongest voice I could.

“May I speak with you?” He asked, staring straight into my eyes. I opened my mouth to answer but Scott spoke before I could,

“No.”

Void Stiles cocked an eyebrow as a smirk twitched onto his face. “No? Hmm, I guess we’ll have to change that.” The look of dangerous mischief was back on his face and I already knew something bad was going to happen.

With a lazy flick of his wrist, the Oni’s all drew their swords and Isaac groaned, “Not this again.”

I was pulled behind Lydia as Scott and Isaac fully shifted, their loud snarls and growls filling the dim-lit room as the both took on an Oni each. Allison was holding two off by herself as more arrows left her bow.

Void Stiles walked closer to me and Lydia and both of us backed away from him. His smug smirk never left his face as my back, yet again hit the wall.

“Now Lydia,” Void Stiles’ tone reminded me of one you would use to get a troublesome 3-year-old to do what you wanted. “Move aside.”

Lydia held her ground, tightly holding onto my arm.

“Tut tut,” Void Stiles said before he brought his hand up and backhanded Lydia across the face. She fell to the floor and my mouth dropped in surprise whilst Allison shouted in anger.

“Now we can talk in private, little one.” Void Stiles smirked, continuing with the stupid nicknames.

“About what?” I whispered my frightened tone back again.

Void Stiles sighed, looking slightly disappointed before saying, “Listen little dove, because I’m only going to say this once. I’m sorry.”

I blinked in shock. “What?” I asked, voicing my thoughts as I looked sceptically at him.

“I’m sorry for putting you in danger. Sorry for letting the Oni so close to hurting you. I’m sorry okay?”

I opened my mouth to say something before my attention was suddenly drawn to Scott, who was thrown straight across the room, smashing so hard into the wall that a long crack appeared in the concrete.

“Scott!” I screamed, dodging past Void Stiles and towards my best friend.

“Y/N look out!” But it was too late. There was a piercing pain in my side and I collapsed to the ground, the last thing I heard was Void Stiles screaming my name before everything went dark.

Stiles x Sister!Reader

Requested By @thejulietfarciertlove

Part One

Stiles forced himself to stay awake, listening for any signs of you having a nightmare or that you were heading down from your room to his. He wondered how he’d missed you seemingly coming unravelled, your close relationship with the Hale pack and how he hadn’t noticed you slipping into the shell of his little sister.

  “Stiles?” Your quiet voice came from the other side of his bedroom door.

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He went from “I’ll have your daughter home by 8:00pm sir” To “Your daughter calls me daddy too.”

Panic attack

Prompt: Dylan has a panic attack on set and you try to calm him down

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You were driving home when you got a call from Tyler Posey.

“Hey. What’s up?” you said

“Hey (Y/N)” he was talking really fast “I’m on set right now and Dylan is having a panic attack. I’ve tried everything to calm him down but nothing is working. Please, could you come here right now?”

Like you, Dylan had major anxiety but having panic attacks was extremely rare and, when they did happen, it was never in such a crowded space like the Teen Wolf’s set.

“I’m coming” you answered as soon as you heard Tyler’s words.  You got extremely concerned because you knew how Dylan was feeling and how awful it was, especially with people who don’t know what to do. So you sped up and rushed to the set.

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When you got there you were kind of lost. You didn’t know were Dylan was and you couldn’t find anyone to ask. Until you saw Holland.

“Holland!” you yelled to get her attention

“(Y/N)! You’re finally here!”

“Where’s Dylan?” you asked almost instantly

“Tyler took him to his trailer. I’ll go with you” she offered

You thanked her and both of you started sprinting towards Dylan’s trailer. You knew where it was by heart but, even if you didn’t, the whole crew and cast were outside of it so it was pretty clear where he was. You could see everyone was a bit surprise by what was happening and, at first, you couldn’t understand why. But then it hit you. Dylan was always so funny and sweet around everyone that seeing him having a panic attack was definitely a strange thing.

You pushed everyone out of the way and got in the trailer. There was Tyler, Shelley, Sprayberry, Cody and Jeff Davis. You saw Tyler talking to someone who was sitting on the floor. It was Dylan! You rushed to him and knelt beside him. He was very pale and was having an horrific time trying to breath. You could see tears streaming down his face.

“Dylan! Dylan” you called while holding his hands. “It’s me (Y/N)! I’m here. It’s gonna be okay” he was shaking uncontrollably .

He opened his eyes and looked directly at you.

“It’s okay Dylan” you smiled “You know what you have to do. You just have to slow down your breathing and your heart will also calm down, okay?”

He nodded while holding your hand tighter. You started taking deep breaths, in and out, in and out and Dylan was mimicking you perfectly.

“That’s it Dylan” you assured him wiping off his tears

It seemed to be working perfectly until he started to hyperventilate and his heart started racing again. You looked at Tyler and whispered.

“Please get everyone out of the trailer. I think all these people are making it worse”

Tyler nodded and seconds later you were all alone with Dylan.

“I know what you’re feeling and I know it’s horrible but the only way to overcome this is to control your breathing.” You told him in your softest voice “You just have to breath in and out slowly without overthinking it” This was probably why it hadn’t worked the first time. He was thinking too much of how other people were seeing him and how stupid we thought he looked and how stupid it was to have a panic attack for no apparent reason. People usually don’t understand… At least that’s what happened to you and you knew Dylan felt the same.

“Think about something good. Something positive” you continued trying to distract him

“I, I can’t” he said between breaths “My head is spinning”

“Then, just focus on my voice” you started thinking about things to say. You just wanted to keep talking. “Remember that time we both went swimming on the ocean in the middle of the night?”

His eyes were closed but he smiled.

“And then we forgot our towels so we were all wet”. You giggled a bit.

“Yeah” he said opening his eyes and smiling again “It was freezing cold and we couldn’t stop shaking so we decided to go to McDonalds because it was warm in there”

“And then the lady started yelling at us because we couldn’t be there all wet. We were literally dripping everywhere” you laughed.

He laughed too and finally his breathing was normal. You were silent for a minute just looking at each other.

“Are you alright now?” you finally asked.

“I’m alright.” He answered while hugging you. “Thank you”

You hugged him back. “Don’t thank me. You would do the same for me”

You pulled back from the hug and pressed your lips to his. He shut his eyes slowly and pulled you closer.

Requests are open!

Warnings: NSFW

Gif source:  Chris  |  Peter

——— Request for anon ———

Apparently, the subliminal messaging just wasn’t working on the hunter or the werewolf you were currently trying with all your efforts to bed. It had been two weeks of you hinting at it, all the while slowly mustering your courage to come right out and tell them that you would love nothing more than to have the two of them at the same time.

Peter’s grin widens as you admit it, your face heating with the sheer embarrassment and worry that they’d turn down your offer, “I was wondering when you’d finally ask, sweetheart.”

“You—” you huff, embarrassment turning to mild anger as you point at Peter, “You pretended you didn’t get what I was doing this whole time?”

Chris’ lips quirk up, a sign that he had the same idea, “If you don’t ask for what you want, how do you expect to get it?”