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I’m back bitches!! I know I’ve had a long hiatus and I’m sorry for not keeping you guys updated. I’m back at public school and I’ve been dealing with my mental health, but I’m back. And it wouldn’t be one of my fics if there wasn’t some angst or sadness, lemme know what you guys think <3
Warnings: Mentions of sexual abuse
Word Count: 724
You shook as you clutched the bathroom sink. Tears pricked at your eyes. Why? Why did everything happen to you? Your bangs fell onto your face but you didn’t brush them away.
You looked up at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes were glassy and your nose was red. But you weren’t going to cry, you were too numb. Instead, you stared at yourself in the mirror, contemplating on what to do next.
You woke up with a pounding headache. Everything was fuzzy, even the quiet clinging of medal beside you. As you groaned and rolled over, you immediately regretted it. Your body ached, especially down there. You winced in pain and tried to look around the room.
You could make out someone looking at you.
“James?”
You turned on the shower, putting it on the hottest setting, and you walked in. You didn’t know what to do. How could he do this to you? Almost every emotion imaginable flooded you; guilt, sadness, anger. But there was nothing you could do, you couldn’t cry, you couldn’t scream because nothing would come out. You just sat there in the boiling water doing nothing. More memories flooded into your brain.
You sat alone in the room, your vision clearing up. You tried to get up but your legs felt like jello beneath you. There was a bloodstain on the bed and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. The one thing that you actually liked about yourself had been taken, you were no longer innocent.
You were taken out of your flashback as you heard a knock on the bathroom door.
“Y/n?”
You stopped your movement.
You stuttered as you spoke. “S- stiles?”
“Y/n? It’s me. Are you okay? We lost you last night.”
You didn’t say anything back. You turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around your body and going for the door. But it opened from the other side.
“The door was wide open, I’m sorry for barging in-“ He cut himself off as he took in your appearance. Your skin was beet red and your cheeks were puffy, and you had a bruise along your back where the towel slacked.
“Oh my god, are you okay? What happened?” He rushed out all at once.
You couldn’t answer, instead, your eyes welled up and out came the tears you had tried so hard to keep in.
Stiles immediately grabbed you in his arms and pulled you in. Hushing you as you bawled. He cooed at you, repeatedly telling you that you were safe and that you were okay. Eventually, you pulled away from him, looking up at his sorrowful eyes.
“I don’t know what happened. One minute I was dancing and the next I woke up and James was next to me, he was fixing his belt-“ He cut you off and looked at you sternly yet with a look of guilt in his eyes.
“What did he do Y/n?” He asked.
You shook your head, not wanting to say the words out loud. You knew it had happened, he knew what had happened but you couldn’t bring yourself to actually speak the words.
“I’m going to kill him! Look, we’re gonna go get Scott and we’ll-“ this time you cut him off.
“Stiles please” you begged “Please you can’t tell anyone” Tears were streaming from your eyes again. He just looked at you until his once defensive demeanor had softened. He took in how broken you really were. He looked at the bruise on your back that had caught attention again. He stared at it in the mirror and sighed.
“Y/n, we have to tell someone. My dad could help protect you, I could help protect you.”
You looked at him long and hard, until you caught his gaze. He wasn’t looking at you, but behind you. You turned around and looked in the mirror at your back that was now black and blue.
You sighed, sniffling as you kept staring at yourself. Maybe Stiles was right. Maybe you did need to tell someone. Were you the first girl he had done this to? Were you the last? These questions flooded your brain until he snapped you out of it. Stiles lightly touched your arm and looked at you in the eyes. You looked back up at him.
Imagine: You finally track down the demon that murdered your family but when you finally confront it, things go south.
Pairing:Dean Winchester x Reader
Warnings: Death, cursing, inappropriate touching, violence, mentions of sexual assault.
Murder. The only word that was on your mind since you found the demon that killed your family, including both your parents, your little sister, and your big brother. You had spent your whole life after that moment trying to find that son of a bitch. You had gone all by your self to a little town in Wisconsin you tracked him to gank him yourself.
The Winchester brothers had said that “Revenge wasn’t the answer.” but you knew that was probably the only thing that could satisfy your craving for vengeance. Obviously without Dean’s permission you had taken Baby to Adell, and finally make that bitch pay for what he did, you were going to make sure it was a slow dragged out process too.
You pulled up to a random motel and got out. You walked up to the front desk and checked out a room, then you went to the car and grabbed all your stuff out of it.
You told the boys you were going on a pie run, and it wouldn’t be long till they found out that wasn’t what you were doing, if they haven’t already. As soon as you got into the motel room you sat down on the bed taking out all of your stuff and making sure it was nice and sharp. You went to a local bar where the demon was said to be seen around.
You walked inside, the outfit you picked for this occasion was quite revealing, but the demon was known for having a taste in girls who dress like that. You sat down at the bar next to a particular guy who looked familiar, too familiar. You were telling your self to stay calm and to not kill him right then and there, instead your plan was to get him somewhere where nobody could find you, interrupt you guys and the little ‘chat’ you were going to have with him.
He eyed you down and scooted a little bit closer to you. “Hey.” He said, his terrible breath slapping your face. You smiled at him. “Hi.” You smirked, putting your arms under your boobs to make them more revealed. He kept looking at you, trying hard not to look at your breasts. He gave up and looked down. “Hey buddy, my eyes are up here.” You said motioning to your face. The demon looked up, his eyes flashing black for a split second, you pretended not to notice. “ Wanna get out of here.” He said still eyeing you down. You grabbed his hand and led him out of the bar and into Baby.
It disgusted you to be close to this thing, let alone holding his disgusting hand.
You took him to your car letting his touch linger a little longer than needed, and you got in. You started the car and took off down the road, the demon’s hand still gripping your thigh. You pulled into the motel that you were staying at. It was pretty much empty except for the really horny couple a few rooms away and you guys.
You picked up the pace a little faster to your room and unlocked the door, as soon as you got in lips attacked yours, they weren’t the soft full pink lips that belonged to Dean but actually quite the opposite, they were rough and slobbery with no love attached to them, only lust. You kept yourself from gagging as that would ruin your plan.
You continued to make out with the demon before pushing him onto a chair abruptly. “Oh, You like it rough.” He smirked, yeah you did, but only with Dean you thought. You smirked. “Hold on.” You said getting up and heading to the bathroom where you kept the rope you meant to tie him up with.
When you came back into the main room the demon was nowhere to be found, the only thing left was the putrid scent of sulfur. You walked out further with the rope in hand. A door shut behind you, you turned around to be face to face with the demon. He was leaning against the bathroom door smirking.
“Hey Y/n.” He said chuckling, “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now, I don’t usually like to leave jobs unfinished.” He smiled even wider.
“You son of a bitch.” You yelled as you lunged at him. He swatted you aside as if you weighed lighter than a feather. Your vision drifted away as darkness consumed you.
When you woke up you were tied to a chair and you had a gag tie on. The demon was on the other side of the room going through your weapons before finally selecting a knife from the duffel bag. He walked up to you and crouched down in front of you.
“You know, when I saw you walk into the bar I couldn’t believe it. Hell, I almost didn’t.” You looked past him and at the clock on the wall as he continued talking. The time was about 10:30. You returned your attention to the demon.
“All I could think was ‘just my luck’ and damn did you grow up all nice and pretty, maybe we can have some fun…. Just like I did with your mommy before I ripped that bitch apart.”
You screamed, but due to the gag, there was barely any noise escaping.
The demon leaned closer. “Sh sh sh, we wouldn’t want to disrupt the people next door from their fun night.”
As if on cue a moan came from the room over.
He leaned closer, kissing your neck. The demon reached down and dragged the blade against your thigh causing shivers to run down your spine, also causing you to pull away from the unpleasant kissing from him.
He dug the knife into you deep and slowly dragged it down, you screamed and tears went down your face.
He smiled and lifted up the blood-covered knife.
“Now, there are two ways we can do this, 1) I can take off your muzzle and we can ‘chat’ about the Winchesters or option 2, I can slowly torture you and have some fun.”
You looked up at him through your lashes and made an incoherent noise. “Aaand we’ll take that as door number one.”
He took off the tie and put his finger on your bottom lip as he looked into your eyes, his were pure black.
You didn’t say anything, he looked at you smirking.
“Let’s start with your little baby daddy… Dean.”
You gave him a confused look. “What?” You whispered, you could taste the salt from the tears.
“Oh darling don’t make that face, it makes me want to do some dirty things.” He chuckled, you continued to stare.
“What the hell do you mean.” You said more firmly, but still shaky.
“Oh, you mean your little Winchester you’re carrying in there.” He motioned towards your stomach. You looked down. There were no words that you could muster up.
“I assume that you didn’t know, haha he’s got a loud heartbeat.” He chuckled placing the knife down on your stomach, and pressing down and drawing blood. You groaned and kicked him in the shin.
“You bitch.” He stated, bringing the knife to your neck. He grabbed the familiar gag tie from the bed. “Do you want this to go back on.” You shook your head.
“Go to hell.” You yelled. The demon chuckled. “Oh, baby I’m already there.”
He dragged the knife down along your collarbone, blood dripped down your chest.
“Now, putting the baby thing aside tell me, Where are the Winchesters.” You shrugged and looked down.
A beam of headlights poured into the hotel room as another car drove into the motel. The demon groaned and shut the curtains.
“WHERE ARE THEY.” He yelled as he landed a punch on your cheek.
The door swung open just as a searing pain went through your stomach.
You saw the familiar face of your boyfriend and his giant brother. Sam ran over to the demon and plunged his knife into him, he went up in electrifying lights then fell to the floor.
Dean ran over to you and quickly untied your wrists from the chair, you slouched forward, due to blood loss.“
“Y/n, baby I’m right here, look at me, look at me, come on.” Words kept flowing from his mouth as you guys fell to the floor. Your vision was getting hazy and you struggled to breathe. Sam was right next to you guys, tears streaming from all or your faces.
“I love You.” You smiled at Dean, blood dripping from your lips. Sam squeezed your hand, you looked at him and smiled. “No no no, don’t you say that. You’re gonna- we’re gonna get through this”
Your vision was getting blurrier by the moment. You started gasping trying to get words out before it was too late.
“ wait, Dean, I- I’m pregn-”
You gasped for your last breath trying to finish the words, but it was as if you had a timer on your life and it was up. There was nothing, no sound no feeling no nothing. You had the image of your lover stitched in your brain, but now it was as if the image seemed to be fading away as darkness consumed you.
But Dean, on the other hand, had the image of you, lying in his arms blood on your lips, and tears down your face seared in his mind. He couldn’t seem to comprehend the thought of your guy’s love ending that way.
He had always pictured you guys together, Sam wasn’t there, but instead, he was living the normal apple pie life with beautiful shaggy-haired kids and a beautiful wife.
He pictured you guys lying there, hands locked and bloody after finishing a hard hunt. You guys had brought those sons of bitches down with you though, but at least you were together. Happy and bloody.
Maybe one day you would even had kids, but it looks like that dream came as soon as it went, because you were gone and with you went your guys’ child who would’ve hopefully carried on the Winchester legacy into the next generation.
Instead, Dean drank more, it didn’t get rid of his pain only numbed it and when he sobered up it only added more. Sam ended up getting out of the life, meeting a pretty girl.
Dean hadn’t talked to Sam in a while, he got rid of all communication. He kept hunting though, becoming more reckless and violent.
He had taken a particularly hard case that included 11 vamps in one nest. He had gotten ten of them the last one snuck up and slit his throat. He fell to the ground blood sputtering out.
Peace finally took over, no more pain, no more wishing for death, he finally had it. It was so, etching he looked forward to it and now it was here.
Darkness took over and suddenly it was as if he was living again, except this time he was in a house and there were toys scattered around.
“Tristan no running.” Were the words that echoed through the halls of the house as little pitter patters came around the corner.
A little boy about 6 years old ran up to him and stopped. The kid stared at Dean, He had Green eyes and Y/H/C and light little freckles scattered under his eyes. “Daddy?” The little boy scanned over him.
More footsteps came down the hall, Dean looked over to be met with a pair of familiar eyes. His breath got caught in his throat.
“Y/n” was all he could muster up as he was engulfed in a hug. Tears streamed down both of your guys face as you had been reunited.
Dean had finally met his son, Tristan Ross Winchester. You guys had finally gotten what you wanted after all. A family who loved and looked after each other.
Request: Can i please beg for a stiles stolenski (sorry can’t spell last name for my life man) soulmate au where the first words to each other are written on their arms and like it would be in school and he’d accidentally bump into her dropping her books or something and is apologizing and they chat and that’s when they remember the words and they go on a date or something like that Please
Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 781
You groaned in frustration at your locker. You gave up, still carrying your history and Chemistry books down the hall. You had the campus map laid out on your books and you were looking down at it. You were thrown out of your concentration when you slammed into a wall. Your stuff went flying and you fell to the ground. You let out a frustrated sigh and started gathering your things.
Another set of hands sprawled out, helping you gather your things. “Sorry.” His voice said. “I’m the one who hit you.” You chuckled as regrouped yourself and things. You stood up, looking at the ‘wall’ that you had run into. The boy froze as he looked at you. “Are you new?” He asked as he adjusted his backpack strap on his shoulder. He looked nervous, he was shifting his weight to either foot and twidling his thumbs.
"Yeah, I’m Y/n.“ You said smiling. "Stiles, I’m Stiles.” He stuttered. “Hey maybe you can help me, I’m trying to find Mr. Finstock’s class.”
“Yeah, that’s where I’m going now”
You sat through a relatively boring class, there were some perks, like you heard Stiles’ last name and you had learned that everyone calls the teacher Coach instead of Mr. Finstock. You had sat next to a nice girl named Allison who turned out to be a friend of Stiles and you now had somewhere to sit at lunch.
The bell finally rang and you guys started walking together and talking about things, and how your mom had gotten a job opportunity in the town over but this town was a better place to live, how his dad was the sheriff; and finally you had gotten to the topic of soulmates. You both were beyond excited to meet your soulmates but neither of you expected them to be right in front of you.
“So what are the words?"He asked, trying not to pry too much. You slid up your jacket sleeve "Sorry.” You chuckled. “It sucks because I’ve had about a billion people say that to me.” This time he laughed. “Let’s see yours Stilinski.” He looked down at his arm and froze. He read it slowly. “I’m the one who hit you.” He had forgotten about the first words that you had said to him. Now you froze. “What?” You asked, almost not believing what you had just heard. You were excited but stunned, and so was he.
You guys had finally reached the cafeteria. He led you over to his friend group and you both sat down. He introduced you to everyone, you learned that Scott and Allison were soulmates. Everyone had been super nice to you all day and you could tell that you were gonna like it here.
Stiles leaned over to you and whispered to you “How about a date?” You smiled and nodded at him. It wasn’t awkward like most first encounters, everything felt right. In fact, you were excited. For most of your life, you were terrified that you would never meet your soulmate or that your soulmate was going to be someone that you weren’t attracted to but all your worries had washed away.
Stiles was cute, there was no other way to put it. Moles freckled his face and he had the most gorgeous eyes. You were beyond excited for your date tonight. And you could tell Stiles was the same.
Later that night you heard a knock on your door. “It’s open.” You shouted as you put the back of your earing on. “Y/n?” You heard Stiles’ voice “In here.” He walked in and he let out a deep breath, “wow.” He sighed. You turned to him and smiled. You were wearing a simple shirt and jeans as he had told you to be casual but he still thought you looked beautiful.
“Ready?” You asked. “Uh, yeah.” He said as he held out his hand. You grabbed it happily and let him lead you out of the house. He opened his passenger door for you and you hopped in.
As you drove you looked around, he hadn’t told you where you guys were going but you found it easy to trust him. He turned off the main road to a little plaza, the only thing in business was a black light mini golf place. Your eyes widened “No way.” He laughed. “Do you like it?” You were beyond excited.
“I have not played in forever.” You said excitedly. “Get ready to lose.” He smiled.
The night was fun and you inevitably did lose but you didn’t care. You could tell that life from now on would be perfect and nothing else but that.
Warnings - Death, filicide, swearing, all around shitty situation considering family beforehand.
Moving 5.3 thousand miles at sixteen wasn’t exactly my plan but it’s what ended up happening. No GCSE taking, no getting drunk in a field on the last day or after prom. Instead it’s a flight to California to live with my older sister. Although I guess it was bound to happen given the circumstances and the only place, I could realistically go without being put into a bad situation was here, Beacon Hills in the Golden State. As if being a 16-year-old isn’t melodramatic enough, being one with issues and a fish out of water creates melodrama for a good year or so. The drive from the airport to Beacon Hills itself wasn’t too bad considering I fell asleep whilst my sister drove, there wasn’t much conversation, I guess she’s still in shock considering she had a much different experience in comparison to the one I had, not that I blame her. I think something simply snapped in them, mum was always murmuring to herself in a different language, it seemed as if it was Latin and dad would randomly snarl at people. I guess everyone has their points, but theirs led to them filicide, whereas others just simply have a breakdown and they have a support system. Not killing three of the four children in the home at the present time. Although Bea has been living in our great grandparents’ old house since she inherited it and done it up. Yet I have a feeling with her being a successful author helps to pay the bills.
It’s only when Bea pulls up in front of the house that I feel myself to get choked up. “How can you sit there so calm Bea? After what they did to Alastair, Blaze and Harry, how can you not be a bit more of a mess?” I question my sister, tears rolling down my face.
“Because Y/N, I didn’t see it like you did, it hasn’t processed in my head like it has for you. But I’m here for you now and I am going to be the big sister you’ve missed out on since I left.” Bea explains and she puts her arm around me across the centre console and I rest my head on her shoulder.
“I’m so sorry Bea, I should’ve done more to save them or to stop them.” I sob out.
“Hey, Y/N listen to me, it’s not your fault one bit now how about you come inside and meet Apollo, he’s dying to meet you and I am sure he’d love to give you all the cuddles in the world.” Bea tries to cheer me up and I sniffle and nod.
I hop out of Bea’s grey Toyota and grab my bags from the boot of her car and follow her up to the house after locking the car behind me. Bea is already at the door and after unlocking it and opening the door, a Pit Bull comes darting out the door and jumps up on my front and starts licking me. “Aw, hello little fella. Aren’t you the cutest guy around here huh?” I say dropping one of the bags so I can stroke him, and I can hear Bea laughing. “Okay, Apollo! Come here!” He gets down instantly and retreats to her and I pick up my bags and follow suit to the house. It’s only when I get inside, I really grasp how big the house is. “Jesus Christ Bea, when you said that the house was a bit bigger than what I’d be used to, I didn’t expect this. Fucking hell!” I exclaim in amazement and the scale of the downstairs area and how cosy it is at the same time. All Bea does is laugh.
“Hey, follow me, I’ll show you your room.” Bea suggests and I follow suit and gaze around the house as we walk and how the walls look so clean and modern with different prints from artists around ranging from simple line art to intricate landscapes. There are few photos, but I assume she has a majority of them in her room. That’s when we stop in front of an eggshell white wooden door. Bea ushers for me to go inside the room and it has a little corridor before opening up to the room which is simple and has a double bed with a wooden frame and white bedding. To the left there’s a door that leads to what I presume to be my bathroom which also doubles up as a wardrobe as well. I find myself gobsmacked. “Like it?”
“Like it? I love it!” I exclaim and hug her.
“I know it’s not much right now at least until your stuff from England gets here but you can decorate however you want it okay?” I simply nod at Bea.
“Thank you, seriously Bea.”
“It’s fine. Anyways, whilst I am working tomorrow, I need you to run some errands for me and when you are done with them, I’ll teach you how to drive and maybe we can watch some movies? You’ll be having to start school when it starts up again in January, so we have three weeks for you to adjust here.” I give her a small smile and that’s when she leaves me to my devices. That’s when I lie down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling, what adventures will come to me? I don’t know. Will I meet new people? Indefinitely. Do I have a feeling that this town has something to it? Yes. Am I going to find out? Now that is an answer that I don’t think anyone knows or would be willing to answer.
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Falling asleep in my clothes from the day prior was apparently a bad idea since it made me feel dirty as soon as I woke up. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I quickly shower and get into some clean clothes. Wandering through the house I end up in the kitchen and I find a list of errands for me to do today and underneath is another note to give to someone called Deaton? I shrug and put them in my pockets so I can get some breakfast before leaving.
Just as I am about to put the bread in the toaster, I hear Bea shout my name. “Yeah?” I question. “I’ve got a friend coming around so let him in when he gets here please!”
“Sure!” I reply and turn back to the toaster and push them down.
Yet just as they pop out of the toaster the doorbell rings. “I’m coming!” I pull the toast out and drop it on the plate before sliding towards the door and slipping back as I open the door due to wearing socks on a clean laminate floor. I fall on my ass as the door swings open to reveal a dark figure in a leather jacket and seems to have a case of resting bitch face to me. He looks down at me. “Hi.” He awkwardly greets and offers me a hand up.
“Hi, I’m Y/N, Bea’s younger sister. You must be…” I trail off.
“Derek. Derek Hale. It’s nice to meet you Y/N, can I ask where’s your sister?” He questions and I step away from him due to the proximity.
“I think she’s in her study, I’m sure you’ll know where that is because I sure as hell don’t. Now if you don’t mind me, I’ve got some toast with my name on it. It was nice meeting you Derek.” I explain and give him a sincere smile.
“You too Y/N” he returns with a smile and heads down the nearest corridor presumably to Bea’s study. I close the door behind him and head back to the kitchen. As I sit there eating my toast I notice my iPad lighting up with messages from Facebook messenger from my friends back at home. I elect to ignoring it and go back to eating my food when a shiver runs down my spine. Ha, it must be somebody walking over my grave. That’s how the saying goes right?
I finish up my food and head out to do the errands that Bea has requested. I stop by the animal clinic where I am met with a boy my age with an uneven jaw. “Hi, is Deaton here? I have something for him from my sister.” I explain to him and he explains that he’s just gone to pick something up from the shop, or store as he called it.
“So, are you new in town?” He questions.
“Let me guess you could tell from the accent?” I return and he chuckles.
“Just a bit, do you know your way around town?” I shake my head. “After Deaton gets back, I’m meeting with my friend Stiles, if you want we can show you around.” What sort of a name is Stiles?
“You know what I’ll take you up on that offer…”
“Scott. Scott McCall.”
“Nice to meet you Scott McCall, I’m Y/N Blackwood.”
You stirred awake to the sound of your phone going off. You untucked your arm from the warmth of your comforter and reached over to grab your phone which was still going off. You squinted your eyes at the bright light and saw Stiles’ name. You tiredly answered the phone, “Y/N!” You groaned at the volume, “Stiles it is twelve in the morning what do you want?” You asked. “Y/N, we think Derek Hale is the alpha!” You rolled your eyes. “Okay. Can I go back to sleep now?” “Y/N, get your ass out of bed and let’s go, we’re waiting outside.” You shuffled out of your bed to peer out your window, and sure enough, Stiles blue jeep was parked out front. “I’m going to kill you.” You threatened, annoyed. “Hurry up!” Stiles yelled through the phone before hanging up.
You begrudgingly got ready, not changing out of your pj shorts and t-shirt, opting to just slip on a hoodie. You put on your shoes, grabbed your phone and wallet and you were out the door and with an angry frown on your face, meeting with Stiles’ and Scott’s grins as you hopped in the backseat of the jeep. “Hey babe.” Stiles smiled, turning around in the driver’s seat to look at you. You just rolled your eyes. “Where are we going?” You asked, settling in the back seat. Stiles started to pull out of your driveway and drive down the dimly lit street, only few street lamps on. “We’re going to the Hale house.” He said. “What?” Scott turned to look at you, “We’re just going to investigate a little bit.” You raised your eyebrows, “So what? We’re gonna snoop around in his house, because I’m pretty sure that’s breaking and entering. And wouldn’t he be home?” You replied. Scott turned back around. “We’re not going inside, we’re just going to investigate around the house.” “Snoop. Snoop around the house?” You shot back. He sighed, “Yes.”
“What’s wrong with snooping?” Stiles popped in. “It’s rude.” You said, crossing your arms. Just then you pulled up to the clearing of the woods, which revealed the Hale house, which was deteriorating by the minute. It was dark, gloomy, and quite frankly, scary. It looked like something straight out of a cliche horror film. You all hopped out of the jeep with caution, being sure to shut the doors as quietly as possible. You walked up to Stiles, linking an arm with his as you three cautiously stepped closer to the house. A house your parents would tell you to never go near as children. And the house you guys egged on halloween when your parents told you not to.
“So what are we looking for?” You asked as you and Stiles began to walk around. Scott splitting up slightly, but still within your hearing range. “I don’t know, anything out of the ordinary.” Scott replied. You were about to say something when Stiles stopped walking, causing you to so the same. “Like this?” He said, which made Scott come over to where we were standing. You three looked down to see dirt. But it seemed to be dug up and then placed right back, as if someone dug a hole and then filled it back up. Like they were burying something. “Yeah, yeah like this.” Scott said, kneeling down and beginning to dig. Stiles pulled away from you to help, but after a minute or two, gave up and made Scott do the rest on his own.
You and Stiles stood there watching as Scott dug, but then he found something. You and Stiles heard Scott dig upon what sounded like plastic or something. “What is that?” Stiles asked. “A tarp.” Scott replied lifting it up, revealing something that you guys weren’t prepared to see. You gasped, as you guys looks down to see a dead wolf, ripped in half. Stiles wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close. “What the hell?” Scott said. “Oh my god that’s disgusting.” Stiles added. You looked back down at it, gasping yet again, seeing something even more gruesome than before. It had turned into the upper half of a girl. You quickly turned to Stiles, tucking your face into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you protectively. “That’s the other half of that body.” Stiles said. “Yeah, this is the half I saw the night I was bit.” Scott said, burying her back up, kicking the dirt back into the hole.
Scott frantically kicked the dirt back in the hole. “We need to go, like now.” Stiles said, pulling you along with him towards the jeep. Scott followed. You three quickly got into the jeep and got the hell out of there. “Why would Derek bury that girl?” Scott pondered. “Maybe she was a werewolf, ‘cause she like, transformed or whatever.” Stiles said. Scott nodded in agreement. “Okay but still, why did Derek feel the need to bury her by his house, where’s the connection?” You asked. “Hold on, if she’s a werewolf, and he’s a werewolf, what if they like…knew each other or something.” Stiles said. “Or they’re related.” Scott said, looking over at Stiles with wide eyes. You three knew right then that you had stumbled upon way more than you had previously intended. This was something you weren’t supposed to see, and something no one was supposed to know about. “What if he killed her?” Stiles asked, already thinking of every possible scenario in his head. “I think we should just drop it for tonight.” You replied, tired and not wanting Stiles to get riled up. The boys reluctantly agreed and you three sat in comfortable silence as Stiles drove Scott home.
Once at the McCall house, Stiles and Scott said their goodbyes and you got out of the jeep to take Scott’s previous place in the passenger seat. After Stiles pulled out of the driveway and began driving down the dark street, you reached over to grab his right hand and intertwine your nimble fingers with his. His hand was warm. He didn’t say anything, only glancing at you as you took his hand. You rested yours and his hand on the console that separated you two. You leaned your head on the window and closed your eyes, just barely falling asleep.
It wasn’t before long that Stiles pulled into your driveway and pulled his hand from yours, getting out of the jeep and over to the passenger side door, carefully opening it to wake you. “Hey, come on let’s get you to bed.” He said softly. He unbuckled you and you turned to look at him, bringing your arms around his shoulders, his arms wrapping around your torsos and lifting you out of the jeep. He walked you inside and into your room, keeping an arm around you as you leaned on him.
Stiles flicked on your lamp, slightly illuminating the room. You glanced at your alarm clock on your bedside table, reading 2:01. Stiles pulled back your comforter and you climbed into bed, Stiles tucking you in. Once were tucked in and comfortable he gave you a peck on the lips. “Okay, I’ll see you in the morning, alright?” He said. “Wait,” you interjected, “stay.” You finished. He smiled, kicking off shoes, then pulling off his jeans and shrugging off his jacket. He climbed into bed beside you and you turned onto your side and faced away from him. He comfortably wrapped his arm around you, nuzzling his nose in the dip between your neck and shoulder. He breathed out a sigh of contentment. “Goodnight, love you.” He whispered, kissing your neck. “Love you.” You replied, falling asleep in your lover’s arms.
You walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. The door opened after a moment to reveal your beautiful boyfriend Stiles. “Heyyy.” He said in a low voice, pulling you by the waist into a kiss. He kissed you a few times before letting go and letting you walk inside. “Hey.” You replied smiling, kicking your shoes. “So what movie are we watching tonight?” You asked walking into the living room, Stiles right behind you.
“I thought you might want to watch Heathers, since you talk about it so much.” He chuckled, plopping down onto the couch and grabbing the remote. “It’s on Netflix?!” You asked excitedly. “Yeah.” He laughed as you sat down next to him. He hit play and put down the remote, grabbing the big blanket he had out and covered both of you with it. You cuddled into his side and he wrapped his right arm around you. You rested your head on his shoulder and he turned his head to kissed yours. He then rested his head on yours for a moment before lifting it back up when the movie started.
Through out the movie you and Stiles ate the popcorn he had prepared before you had come over for movie night. But you two had finished it not even half way through the movie. “I’m gonna make more popcorn.” You said, getting up. As you got up though, Stiles let his hand drag down your ass as you walked away with the bowl. You thought that was a little out of character for him, but you disregarded it.
Once the popcorn was done you walked back to the living room, set it down on the coffee table, and sat back down next to Stiles. But as soon as you sat down he kissed you. You kissed back despite the odd timing. He started getting needy with his kisses though. He brought one hand up to your face and the other was on your leg, squeezing whenever he felt the need. “Stiles,” you pulled away laughing slightly, “your dad is home.” “He doesn’t have to know.” Stiles said going to kiss you again but you pulled away. “Stiles we can’t.” You laughed, “And take care of that.” You laughed again gesturing to the tent in his pants.
“Go! Go upstairs and do your business!” You laughed, shoving him playfully. “Why would I beat it when your right here right now?!” He asked like you were asking him to do something insane. “Because your is .” You said. “Uuuuuuggh pleeeaaassseee babe?!” He whined, reaching for you waist but you pulled away. “ You’re cute when you’re horny, you know that?” You laughed. “Y/N!!” Stiles whined. “Stiles I’m serious! Now go march upstairs and don’t come back until you’re done!” You laughed, pointing to the staircase.
He groaned obnoxiously and trudged away and up the stairs. You giggled and got on your phone, not wanted to finish the movie without him. After awhile, Stiles came walking back down the stairs and plopped down on the couch next to you, followed by him crossing his arms and his eyebrows knitted together. ‘He looked like a child whose mom said they couldn’t have candy’ you thought. “Have a good time?” You asked giggling. “Shut up.” He said. You laughed and played the movie.
Y/N gets incorporated episode by episode into Teen Wolf
The life Y/N once knew is completely gone. Her parents are divorced, her best friend finally comes to grips with being a werewolf, and the boy she had a crush on is now hers. Suddenly, her best friend goes missing and the pack is on a new hunt; find the new werewolf that is wreaking havoc on Beacon Hills. She now faces newly found powers, afraid of what it might mean for her ultimate wellbeing.
I’m shadowbanned and someone took my video taking me out and putting themselves in it and ended up getting thousands of likes and views. I’m so pissed.
A/N: In case you missed it, here is the first part of this story. Enjoy !
The police sirens reverberated through the streets as several cars parked around the pack. The officers, the coroner and even forensics were already rushing into the house.
« Hey dad! » Stiles greeted his not so happy father as he walked to them.
« Why am I not surprise to see you here ? » He ironically responded.
« If it brings any comfort, we didn’t really plan to find a dead body tonight » His son added, grinning at the end of his sentence.
« Can you please stop saying ‘’dead body’’? » Y/N told Stiles.
He gave her a comforting smile before turning to his father.
« Before you ask, we don’t know what happened. We just found her. »
« Anything supernatural I should know about ? »
« Probably, but we’re not sure yet » Scott answered.
The Sheriff took a look behind the boys. Y/N was still shaking, she could not keep her eyes focus on anything and she seemed ready to collapse any second now.
« Is she alright ? » He asked.
Scott pursed his lips, taking a step toward the policeman.
« She’s been through a lot tonight, could we … could we give you our deposition tomorrow so we can take her home ? » He spoke.
« Under any other circumstances I would’ve said yes, but I’ve got a dea… » He stopped when he saw Y/N picking at his words. « … A body and a couple of kids who found themselves in a house where they shouldn’t have been. »
« C’mon, dad, seriously ? » Stiles complained.
« I’m sorry but I’m gonna have to ask you to come with me to the station »
« Could we just bring Y/N home first ? » Lydia asked.
The Sheriff hesitated. He looked at the kids then turned back to his officers.
« Is Parrish here yet ? » He demanded.
Y/N instantly raised her head, the familiar name alone bringing her comfort.
« Just arrived, Sir » One of policeman answer.
Before he could ask them to call him, he saw his deputy urgently getting out of his car, not even in his uniform, and rushing to the pack. He didn’t acknowledge his boss, or even the teenagers around him, but just went straight to what mattered the most to him, Y/N.
« Are you alright ? » He frankly asked, checking for any sign of physical injury.
She faintly nodded.
« What happened ? » He inquired, turning to Scott for an answer.
« We were getting there » The Sheriff told him. « Where is your uniform, Parrish? »
« I’m sorry, Sir. I … I forgot. »
« You forgot ? » He raised an eyebrow.
« I just rushed to my car when I heard the call on the radio. »
The Sheriff seemed to ponder his answer before he turned to Scott.
« You three » He began, pointing at Lydia, Stiles and the alpha « You’re coming to the station with me. And Parrish ? »
« Yes, Sir ? »
« Get the girl to her house. She look like she’s seen a ghost »
« That’s an understatement » Stiles muttered, earning a small punch from Lydia. « Ouch! »
« Shut up! » She told him in the same tone.
Stiles rolled his eyes, already on his way to the jeep. Before leaving, Scott and Lydia both turned back to their friend, wanting to make sure she was alright.
« Everything is gonna be okay » Scott assured her, patting her shoulder.
From anyone else, she surely wouldn’t have believe them, but she knew her alpha and trusted him with her life. She thanked him with a nod before he left to join Stiles in the jeep.
« I’ll come tomorrow » Lydia told her.
« I’m sorry I scarred you » The young girl whispered.
« Honestly, I’m just glad you were not hurt »
She kissed Y/N’s cheek and turned to Parrish.
« You better take good care of her »
« You know I will, Lydia » He promised. « Thanks for calling me »
The girl nodded, ignoring the persistent look her friend was giving her.
« You called him ? » She asked, more aggressively than she intended to.
« You’ve been through a lot, Y/N » Lydia explained. « Just for a couple hours, allow yourself to stop overthinking everything and let him be there for you, okay ? »
She didn’t answer, only rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.
« Good. » The red hair smiled. « I’ll see you guys tomorrow »
And with that she left. The atmosphere was awkward, she didn’t dare to speak and instead followed Parrish to his car in silence. They didn’t talk. For the five minutes the drive lasted, they kept starring straight ahead. She couldn’t stop thinking about the girl she saw. Was she really a ghost ? What was she trying to say and why did she scream ? There were so many questions rushing inside her head.
« Y/N … » Parrish gently called.
They had stopped for a couple minutes but she hadn’t notice, so engrossed in her own thoughts.
« Are you alright? » He asked.
« Yes… yes, I’m fine »
« You don’t look fine »
She pursed her lips and got out of the car without a word. As she walked to her house, she realized he wasn’t following. He was still behind the wheel, watching her.
« You’re not coming ? » She said.
« I’m not sure I should » He answered.
He cursed at himself when he saw the look of hurt crossing her face. Instantly, he opened his door and walked to her.
« It’s not that I don’t want to, Y/N. But you didn’t seem happy about Lydia calling me » He explained. « You’ve had a rough night, I’m not gonna stay if that’ll make you feel even worse »
She starred at him, trying to hide her smile before finally raising her arm toward him.
« C’mon » She just said, silently inviting him when she opened the door.
He didn’t waste any time and grabbed her hand, following her inside. He made no move when she walked to the kitchen, taking her jacket off and tossing it on a chair. He simply watched as she got two glasses and a bottle of scotch.
« Tea, coffee or alcohol ? » She asked.
« Coffee, please. » He answered. « … Should you really be drinking ? »
She rolled her eyes.
« Rough night, I deserve a drink »
He pursed his lips, not wanting to add anything that’ll make her angry. Finally, he went to sit on one of the kitchen stool. She kept herself busy, giving him her back. She looked stressed, almost scarred, and while she didn’t notice her composure fading, Jordan did. He worriedly kept his gaze on her, trying to read into her expressions.
« Y/N … » He called.
She didn’t answer, but instead kept working on making his coffee. He sighed, knowing it wouldn’t be easy. He got up, walking to the teenager. He could have put his hand on her shoulder, a small sign of his presence for her, a sign that didn’t represent at all what they meant to each other; but instead, his hand went to her waist as his chest got closer to her back. This was the closest they had been and both of them were savoring that proximity.
« Are you alright ? » He whispered in her ear.
She tried to ignore him, fixing the coffee machine instead until he put his other hand on top of hers in an effort to make her stop. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply, enjoying the feeling of having him so close, of feeling safe for the first time that night.
« Talk to me » He said.
She unconsciously leaned back against his chest, seeking comfort.
« I’m scarred » She admitted.
He squeezed her hand, silently showing her he was here.
« What happened ? »
They stayed in the same position as she told him what had happened. She closed her eyes as she remembered the girl, alive to her but oh so very much dead. She could practically still hear her, feel her pain, her loneliness. She had tried to say something, to reach out to Y/N but all the girl could remember was her scream. She sounded terrified.
« I just don’t get it, Jordan » She said. « What is happening to me ? How did I saw all that ? »
« I don’t know » He answered.
« Do you think something’s wrong with me ? » She muttered as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
He took a step back and grabbed her wrist to make her turn toward him.
« Hey, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you, Y/N » He vehemently told her, looking right at her.
He sighed when he saw how unconvinced she looked. He closed his eyes for a moment, going against his best judgment, and put his hand against the skin of her face. Stroking her cheek, with all the kindness he could mustered, he kissed her forehead.
« We’re going to figure it out » He promised.
« You don’t know that »
« I know I trust you. I trust us. There’s nothing this team hasn’t been able to overcome » He reassured her.
« Thank you, Jordan »
« I’m just doing my job »
He knew he had said something wrong when he saw her pursed her lips. She took a step back, reaching for the small cup of beverage she had prepared and silently handed it to him.
« Your coffee, deputy » She stated.
« Y/N… » He tried to apologize.
« You don’t have to stay. » She told him while busying herself behind the kitchen counter. « Nobody’s after me, I’m safe here »
« I don’t think you should stay alone tonight »
« As soon as the guys get back from the station I’ll ask Lydia to come »
« It might take a while »
« I’ll manage on my own until then »
He didn’t try to arg, he knew it would be useless. Whatever he had said to make her upset, he couldn’t take it back now and she fully intended to make him regret his words.
« Do you really want me to leave ? » He asked, almost fearing the answer.
« No, I don’t » She truthfully stated. « But I’m not a job you need to get over with, I’m not some cases you’re trying to solve. Nor am I a responsibility you need to carry »
« I never implied any of that »
She didn’t answered, remembering his words. She was too tired to have that argument with him. They had been there too many times, she had tried to make him admit his feelings on countless occasions.
« You’re relieved of your duty, deputy. You can go now. »
She didn’t wait for an answer and left the room. Shaking her head as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom, she convinced herself she had experienced enough in one night to be bothered by that interaction. It would have been too much to process all at once. She would deal with Jordan and her feelings for him, but not that night. It was when she climbed in her bed that she noticed the small light outside her window. She took a quick look and saw the deputy in his car, still parked in the alley. He hadn’t left. Sitting inside the engine, he was guarding her house, he was protecting her. She smiled when she saw he, too, was getting sleepy. She almost felt guilty to have kicked him out of her house. She stayed a while against her bedroom’s window, just watching the man, before she felt her phone buzzing next to her. It was a text message, from the deputy.
‘You can sleep now, I’m not going anywhere’
It was all the assurance she needed. She let herself fall back on her bed, closing her eyes, savoring the moment of peacefulness. She knew the day that would follow would not be easy. Questions to answer, leads to follow, worry to have. That full night of sleep would probably be the last one she’d have for a while.
She woke up a couple hours after that by a noise downstair. Somebody was in her kitchen and she knew it wasn’t Jordan. He wouldn’t have come back without her knowing. She got up, slowly, and grabbed the baseball bat Stiles had offered for her last birthday. Trying not to make any noise, she walked down the stairs, hands grasping tightly the weapon.
« Geez, what are you doing with that, Y/N ? » She heard not far from where she was.
Instinctively, she screamed in fear, dropping the bat, the sound of it reverberating inside the house as it touched the floor.
« What the hell, Stiles ! » She shouted at him when she noticed who it was.
The teenager smirked, amused by her reaction. He walked past her, picking the weapon up on his way.
« Told you it’d be useful » He simply said.
She rolled her eyes, annoyed, and turned around. Lydia was fixing breakfast in the kitchen while Scott sat on the couch, researching something on a laptop.
« What are you guys doing here ? » She asked as she sat on one of the stool.
« Making sure you’re okay » Lydia answered, putting a fresh cup of coffee in front of her friend.
« And accessorily trying to find out what happened yesterday » Stiles added.
Lydia pursed her lips, glaring at him in a non-so subtle way.
« What ? » He told her, a pancake halfway in his mouth.
The ginger-haired girl shook her head at his childish behavior. Scott, still on the couch, got up and joined his friends.
« How are you feeling ? » He questioned Y/N as he put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
« Better. Still not fully understanding the situation, but less on edge than yesterday »
« That’s good. » Scott nodded. « They kept us pretty late at the station, otherwise we would’ve come back earlier »
« It’s fine, guys »
« By the way, wasn’t Parrish suppose to stay with you ? » Lydia inquired.
« Yeah, what happened exactly ? » Stiles added, crossing his arms on the counter right next to her.
« What do you mean ? » Y/N pretended not to understand, sipping on her coffee.
« Don’t play dumb with us » He smiled. « The guy was asleep in his car when we got here »
She knew there was no way she was avoiding this when she saw three pairs of prying eyes on her.
« Okay … » She sighed. « I might have … kicked him out … last night »
« Ouh, rough » Stiles joked before his friend kicked him playfully in the ribs.
He laughed it off before grabbing a plate and filling it with pancakes.
« What did he do ? » Lydia asked.
« Said something he probably regret » She shook her head.
« He stayed in his car all night to keep an eye on you » Scott told her.
« I know… It’s … it’s complicated, guys. » She explained. « I don’t want to talk about it. What happened at the station ? Did you find anything ? »
« We know who that girl was » Scott answered.
« Her name’s Anya Scortley » Stiles continued. « She was a junior at Beacon Hills. Ring any bells ? »
« Not at all. »
« She didn’t live in the neighborhood where her body was found. Her parents have been notified last night. They came to the station »
« It was heartbreaking » Lydia commented.
« They didn’t even know she wasn’t in her bedroom. They have no idea what happened. But she has a little sister, and she didn’t seem that surprised by the news »
« Do you think she’s involved ? »
« Can’t be sure for now » Scott explained. « What we need to figure out first is what you saw »
« What do you mean ? »
« We don’t know what’s happening to you yet, but maybe figuring out what you see will help us understand what you are »
« What I am ? » She repeated.
« Honey » Lydia carefully stated. « Normal people don’t have vision of dead people. Maybe it’s something that happened to you, or maybe something you were born with. We don’t know yet, but we do know there is something. You are something »
« Something else than human »
« Something more » Scott corrected.
He reassuringly smiled at her.
« Whatever it is, we are going to find answers » He promised her.
« But the only way to figure out what happened to that girl right now, is through you » Stiles said.
« I … I don’t know if I can » Y/N carefully answered.
« Close your eyes, and try to remember » Lydia encouraged her.
The teenager took a deep breath, already knowing she wouldn’t like the next couple of minutes.
« How ? » She fearfully asked.
« Forget the pain you felt. Let your brain go back there without apprehension. Think about blank pages, about writing her story. Moment by moment, write what you see, what she felt. »
Y/N slowly closed her eyes, trying to follow the instructions her friend gave her.
« I heard a voice first » She started. « I thought it was the wind until I realized it sounded like someone was whimpering. I felt cold and scared and it felt like … like those feelings were not mine. The more I focused on it, the more my head was hurting. And that’s when I saw her »
« What was she doing ? »
« Nothing. She was just standing there, pointing at the empty house. She looked at me and disappeared. When I looked back, she was in front of the house. I tried to get closer, and that’s when she started to scream. It was like … it was more than pain. She was in agony .. and I … I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. Almost like someone was stabbing me »
« Did you notice something else ? Maybe in her appearance ? »
« Hm .. she had … she had marks on her wrists. Scars. There weren’t knew. I saw it when she raised her hand toward the house. Bruises too, around her neck and on her arms. She was awfully pale and I swear she muttered something to me, but I can’t make out the words. I think it was a name. She said it with so much fear »
She opened her eyes, shivering at the memory.
« That’s … that’s all I remember » She told her friends.
« This is more than enough, Y/N » Scott reassured her.
« Is that how she died ? Stabbed ? »
« Yeah, every detail you gave were right on point » Stiles answered. « On a scale of basic to creepy, we’re on a solid what the fuck »
« Geez, thanks for the reminder » She rolled her eyes.
« What do we do ? » Lydia asked, turning toward their alpha.
« For now, we go to school. If she was a student there, that’s a good place to start » He informed them. « After class, we’ll go back to the station. See if they know more »
« Why do I feel there is more » Stiles added. « We have to go back to the house, tonight » Scott told them.
« I was hoping you wouldn’t say that » Y/N made a face.
« We might have missed something the police didn’t see » Stiles agreed with his best friend.
« Everything’s gonna be fine, don’t worry »
« That’s the problem, Scott. I have a feeling something’s gonna go terribly wrong »
we’re 2k hooligans around here now and i couldn’t be happier to have you guys here despite my violent lack or presence i guess…
thank you so much !!
the celebration for this sleepover will be a little different than last time !! a lot of you have awesome ideas and share them in my inbox and i simply just cannot ignore these sometimes because they genuinely give me great ideas !! so i figured, why not compile all the great stuff your minds come up with to help that greatness be explored ??
you probably saw the previous post but a lot more ideas came to mind (at like 3am so they’re a little wonky). hopefully you guys will enjoy :)
sofrom thursday 9th to july 9th : you guys will be able to put in pseudo requests under these three activities!!
we’re 2k hooligans around here now and i couldn’t be happier to have you guys here despite my violent lack or presence i guess…
thank you so much !!
the celebration for this sleepover will be a little different than last time !! a lot of you have awesome ideas and share them in my inbox and i simply just cannot ignore these sometimes because they genuinely give me great ideas !! so i figured, why not compile all the great stuff your minds come up with to help that greatness be explored ??
you probably saw the previous post but a lot more ideas came to mind (at like 3am so they’re a little wonky). hopefully you guys will enjoy :)
sofrom thursday 9th to july 9th : you guys will be able to put in pseudo requests under these three activities!!
