I love you | Dating Stiles Stilinski

pov: you’re dating Stiles Stilinski

Summary: By complete accident you, Allison, Jackson and Lydia all managed to get trapped inside the school while Scott and Stiles were running from the Alpha. You now have to put your life on the line to help figure out a way to get out safely, but in case you don’t, Stiles wants you to know he’s deeply in love with you.

Word count - 6110

Warnings - language?

Based on: season one, episode seven

. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ I love you by Billie Eilish ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ .

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Your parents arrived home from their date at around nine pm, relieving you of your babysitting duties. Your brother was already asleep by that point. The two of you had spent the night watching movies, all his choosing, though they all seemed very Stiles-like. Leading you to believe at some point your boyfriend had had a heavy influence on your brother’s taste in media, and you’d have to remember to scold him for that. After you had dinner the kid practically passed out on the couch, leaving you to drape a blanket over his small body and wait for your parents to get back. 

The first thing you did was shoot a text to Scott, asking if he was okay after Stiles’ insane plan earlier. You’d been given no update on how it went. So either he was fine, or he’d killed a group of middle aged men. Your question was avoided and all you received back was an ominous ‘meet me at the school’ that didn’t give you any kind of explanation as to why anything really. 

But of course he was your best friend, and you trusted him, so you headed over without much of a second thought. If he needed you then you wanted to be there for him. It probably wasn’t the smartest idea considering how late it was, and you could guarantee your boyfriend would scold you for being so careless about your safety, but you walked the distance from your house to the familiar building, occasionally wrapping your jacket around you tighter to fight back against the cold nipping at any bare skin. 

Upon the school falling into your vision, you very clearly saw the familiar blue jeep sitting alone in the parking lot. It brought a small smile to your face, both the sight of it, and knowing Stiles was in there too. As you continued walking you didn’t realise you’d fallen into a slight daze, at least not until you were snapped out of it by the sound of multiple voices.

“Hey Y/N, what are you doing here?” You startled upon seeing the three figures standing a few metres away in the dark, weak streetlight illuminating parts of their faces, but only enough to just make out who they were. Allison, Lydia and Jackson. What the hell were they doing here? “Allison, hey. Uh, Scott told me to come and meet him here,” you said, weakly pointing to your phone. “What about you?” 

She frowned, holding up her own phone so you could see the message displayed on her screen. “Me too, actually.”

She directed your gaze over to the entrance doors that were wide open, leaving you to sigh at the idea that the two idiots broke in for whatever reason they had this time.

“D’you want me to come with you?” Jackson asked, aiming his question at Allison rather than you. For a second it looked like he was going to reach out for her, but you were very glad when he didn’t. If she really was Scott’s anchor then you wouldn’t want to be there when he found out Jackson had been more or less openly flirting with her. She shook her head with a smile. “I’ve got Y/N, we’ll be fine.”

It was almost like he only just remembered you were there, turning his head over your shoulder and nodding at the pathetic wave you sent his way. 

You were uncomfortable for more than one reason watching the interaction between her and Jackson. Glancing back into his car to see Lydia more than intrigued in whatever it was they were talking about. Now you still had your issues with her, but that didn’t mean she deserved to be treated shitty by the one man she’d been pretty obsessed with for years. So when she made momentary eye contact with you, you did nothing but shrug, giving her a slight moment to relax when she realised nothing strictly romantic was happening, not if you didn’t know what was happening either. 

To any bystander it probably would look like they were flirting, what with the looks and smiles they were sending each other. It bothered you especially considering the both of them were very much taken. You were left to just wait for them to stop talking, rocking on the balls of your feet awkwardly as they had their ‘moment’.

Hearing her let the Lacrosse player know you’d be right back was what snapped you back to reality, beginning to follow her up the steps of the large building.

Stepping through the unlocked doors was eerie, no lights but the handheld one in her grip to guide your way. “Where do you think they are?” you asked, watching her point the flashlight down the long hallway. She shrugged, quietly calling your friend’s name in hopes of a response. When you didn’t get one you shared a look, slightly nervous about being in that place, in the dark, alone, when there was some mysterious Alpha on the loose. (Not that she knew about that part). 

The pair of you walked the halls together, shining the light in every direction, occasionally calling out the names of the two boys you believed were inside. Although it didn’t seem like you were going to get a response, or not the one you were hoping for anyway. 

You checked everywhere you could think of, going as far as to even go to the swimming pool in search of the boys. Maybe this was meant to be their idea of fun, not that you were having much of it at that moment. You were just wishing you’d ignored his text and stayed home, or asked for any kind of explanation as to why they were at the school of all places. It was silent while you walked around, hoping if you stayed quieter you’d have a better opportunity at hearing any noise the two males made somewhere nearby. 

That was interrupted by the sound of Allison’s phone ringing, causing the both of you to jump slightly as that thick, unwavering silence was broken. “It’s Lydia.” The conversation was quick, the brunette letting the girl on the other end of the line know you’d had no luck. “Yeah, we’ll meet you there.” 

She’d barely even opened her mouth to let you know the intended plan before her phone was ringing again, causing her to come to a stop in her walk. With an exasperated sigh she slipped her phone from the pocket in her jeans she’d only just put it in. You noticed the way her brows furrowed, expression morphing into one of utter confusion as she read the name displayed on her screen. “It’s Stiles?” Her words came out as more of a question than a statement this time.

You repeated her words just as confused, frowning slightly at the mention of your boyfriend, why was he calling her and not you? “Here,” she said, letting you take the mobile device from her hands to answer it yourself. You thanked her quietly, bringing the phone up to your ear. “Stiles?” There was a beat of silence before you heard a voice that definitely wasn’t your boyfriends. “Y/N?” “Scott?” 

You could hear Allison beside you silently questioning why Scott had been calling her from Stiles’ phone. And when it went quiet enough you could faintly hear your lover asking his friend why you’d answered Allison’s phone, and if that meant you were in the building too. Although Stiles was clearly worried that you might be in the one place he’d consider the least safe in Beacon Hills right now, Scott wasn’t. He was more concerned about his own girlfriend. “Is Allison with you?” he asked. He sounded rather out of breath and panicked, causing your heart to beat a little faster at what that meant. “Yeah, she’s right here-” He barely let you finish before jumping in. “Where are you?” The only thing you could think of with his level of panic was that something supernatural was happening, and that was really really bad, especially if you were alone.

You glanced at the girl in question. “We’re in the school looking for you. What’s going on-”

“Where exactly?” His tone was getting harsher. “The swimming pools. Scott, what’s going on?”

He successfully avoided your question. “Get to the lobby, go now.” 

You motioned for Allison to start heading in the direction of the doors a few feet in front of you, following a few steps behind her with a promise to your friend that you’d be right there. “Okay, okay. We’re coming.”

Within seconds of exiting you found the pair you’d been looking for, watching as Scott practically stormed over to the brunette you were with. You pushed that thought to the back of your mind though, heading straight for Stiles yourself, snagging a quick hug while the other member of your trio was distracted.

“What are you both doing here?” he asked. Sounding nearly furious that you’d even thought about coming near this place. Although neither of you had been made aware of the danger that had them so panicked yet.

She glanced over his shoulder at you in slight disbelief. “You asked me to come.. Both of us.” 

That was when he first acknowledged you, standing shoulder to shoulder with Stiles as the pair of you watched him and Allison interact. You only confirmed what she’d told him with a small nod. “I asked you to?” 

She pulled out her phone as her proof, letting him read over the message he’d supposedly sent, the same one that went to both of you. The fear on his face was painfully clear, making you reach over and grasp your lover’s hand out of pure nerves. “Why do I get the feeling you didn’t send me this message?” 

He sighed. “Because I didn’t.”

»»——⍟——««

In the classroom was the first time Stiles let go of your hand since you’d taken his a few minutes earlier. But not without bringing it to his lips to press a small kiss to your knuckles, just a little something for reassurance. As long as he was there, supernatural or not, he was not planning on letting anything get to you. 

The roar of the alpha was what had led you to where you were, having ran throughout the building for anywhere to hide when you were under the impression that it was chasing you. It was utter chaos around you. There were voices from nearly every angle trying to figure out how to barricade the door, Scott barking orders at Jackson for once. But you were stuck watching Stiles.

He was just staring at the windows, trying to catch his friend’s attention to make the point that you couldn’t have chosen a worse place to try and hide. “Scott, wait, not here.” 

Allison and Lydia were trying to figure out what the hell just nearly attacked them in the hall, demanding some kind of explanation that the brunette was too busy to give. Stiles shot you a glance, shaking his head as he raised his voice louder in the hopes of getting one of the four other people in the room to listen.

“Guys!” you called. You didn’t know what it was but suddenly you had four pairs of eyes on you, leaving you to shyly point behind you at Stiles.

“What should we do about the 20-foot wall of windows?” He thrusted his arms in their direction dramatically to emphasise his point. You watched as the realisation hit the group of them.

“Can somebody please explain what’s going on?” Allison asked. Usually you would’ve been clued in by the two males, but apparently one night away from them and everything goes to shit. So you were also wondering what the hell was happening. The only thing you happened to know that the other three didn’t, was that that thing out there was a werewolf. But you were still rather clueless, turning to Stiles to hope he’d give you some answers.

No one was giving any answers, not Scott nor Stiles, and it was beginning to really bother you. Why now of all times were they excluding you from the mess they’d once again found themselves in, for the last few weeks you’d also found yourself in nearly every single one of them, what was so different about it now?

All eyes drifted to Scott as he walked away from the group, taking a seat on one of the many chairs that had been scattered around the room in a haste to make sure the wolf couldn’t get inside. His body was rocking forwards and backwards, unable to sit still as he tried to come up with anything he could tell them without incriminating himself. There was no reasonable– or human, explanation for that creature back there. 

Stiles tried to assist him, speaking up to give him a little more time to think. “Somebody killed the janitor.” There was a round of gasps, mainly out of unease. The boy’s words had done nothing to actually help Scott, further forcing the trio into a state of anxiety that was making it much harder for him to think. He couldn’t drown out the background noise of the flurry of panic. There were so many questions flying around at once that just couldn’t be answered. 

Allison was growing increasingly angry at his silence. “Scott!” 

The teen turned round, stuttering out a response that didn’t give much clarity to the others. “I-I don’t know. I-If we go out there he’s gonna kill us.” 

“Who? Who is it?” Allison asked. She looked towards Stiles, hoping if Scott wasn’t going to give her a valid answer then maybe the only other person that’s been with him this whole time would, but he was no better, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to think desperately on the spot. 

Scott suddenly turned around, a name leaving his lips that you never expected would. “Derek. It’s Derek Hale.”

His admission, or false admission should you say, only summoned a whole new wave of questions, ones that he didn’t have the strength to answer, and he didn’t even dare glance back at you or Stiles to see how you’d taken his on the spot thinking. Stiles may be more clued in than you right now, as you really didn’t understand why he’d shift the blame to Derek and make him a criminal; again, but he still looked just as taken aback as you did. 

There was a few minutes of silence where they all tried to take in the information as best as they could before Jackson spoke up. “Call the cops.” His statement was directed at Stiles, obviously assuming that because the Sheriff was his dad that he’d be able to get through to them much easier. 

“No,” he simply stated. 

The boy’s eyes narrowed, his head cocking slightly as his fists balled at his sides. “What do you mean no?” 

“I mean no. You wanna hear it in Spanish? No.” He used a slight accent on his last word, leaving you to suppress a chuckle. There was a split second where you saw intense anger flash through Jackson’s eyes, your heart skipping a beat when you thought he might try and hit your boyfriend. But thankfully Stiles had already moved on in conversation before he got the chance. 

“He’s killed three people okay, we don’t know what he’s armed with.”

“Your dad is armed with an entire Sheriff’s department,” Jackson pointed out. Lydia sighed, cutting the boys off from their impending argument as she pulled out her phone. “I’m calling.”

Stiles tried to protest yet again but Scott tugged on his arm, silently telling his friend to just leave her to it, maybe the cop cars really would scare away the alpha and then you could all escape this mess unharmed and only slightly mentally affected. You listened to Lydia’s frantic phone call intently, the way she rushed out your location only to pull the phone away from her ear a second later. “She hung up on me.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “The police hung up on you?”

She explained. “She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school.” 

Everything seemed so insane to the trio that hadn’t been stuck dealing with supernatural stuff for a while now. You could understand their confusion completely, and it didn’t help that you had no way to explain it to them honestly. 

“Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?” Allison asked. She originally looked at Stiles, but upon seeing him turn to look at his best friend for an answer, the rest of you did too.

“Why’s everyone looking at me?” The sets of eyes on him and the constant questions coming his way had him snapping slightly. You watched as Allison flinched back from his harsh, demanding words. You glared at the side of his head for that, stepping over to the girl and wrapping your arm around her for just an ounce of comfort. While you comforted her, Stiles pulled his friend to the side, muttering something about easing his anger a little bit. 

You couldn’t hear their conversation from where you were, focusing on letting Allison know her boyfriend was definitely being unfair to her, not that you’d ever tell Scott you were on her side in this. Apparently their whispering was getting to Jackson, the hothead stepping in once again to insert his opinion on the matter.

“New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad-” Your eyes widened, a harsh ‘Jackson!’ slipping past your lips, which of course went ignored. “And tells him to send someone with a gun and a decent aim.”

There was a silence as Stiles waited for Scott to step in on his side and tell the Lacrosse captain what a dumb idea that was. But to his surprise he agreed with him, the boy taking a step back in slight offence. “He’s right.”

Stiles shook his head, insisting he wasn’t going to do it, telling Scott he wasn’t willing to see his dad get eaten alive by that thing.  

“Alright, give me the phone.” Jackson placed one hand on the brunette’s shoulder and received a swift, harsh punch to the jaw that sent him tumbling back. Allison quietly called his name, her and Lydia rushing to his aid while you looked at Stiles with a slacked jaw. You were both shocked and slightly amazed, trying to hold back a laugh at the fact the rich boy finally got what he’d been asking for all year.

You approached him with the clear notion that you were trying to bite back a smile, taking his offending hand into yours to look over his knuckles. “Your hand okay?” you asked. 

Your amusement brought him amusement too, the boy nodded with a cheeky grin on his face as he finally truly realised what he just did, and god was he proud of himself. You leaned in to whisper quietly. “That was kinda hot.” Allison looked pissed when she looked back at your boyfriend, and you quickly hid any trace of glee as her eyes landed on you. She didn’t expect you to comfort Jackson, but she would’ve at least thought you were going to scold your lover for doing something so unnecessary. 

Despite what he’d just done, Stiles pulled out his phone and called his dad anyway, a grumpy look on his face as he brought the device up to his ear. “Dad, hey it’s me. And.. it’s your voicemail.” You sighed dejectedly, running your hand over your face as he left a message that you hoped the man would get back to as quickly as possible. 

Pounding on the door broke you away from your thoughts, your heartbeat quickening to an uncomfortably rapid pace. Stiles thrusted his free arm out in front of your body to guide you back away from the doors in question. If it was any other situation you probably would’ve mentally awed, but it was probably a terrible time for that.

It didn’t look like the doors were going to hold much longer with the way the alpha was using its unnatural strength to force them open.

“The kitchen,” Stiles said. “The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell.”

Scott shook his head. “Which only goes up.”

“Up is better than here.” 

The six of you made a run for it, your boyfriend always keeping either a hand or an eye on you to make sure you were with them at all times, there was zero chance he was letting you fall victim to the vicious creature chasing you.

You all followed the two friends up the stairwell to the second floor, frantically trying the doors to countless classroom’s to find one that was unlocked that you could hide in. Lydia was the one to find one, an empty chemistry classroom that you could lock with a chair propped up against the door handle. Although after the way you’d seen the monster rip open those doors downstairs, you didn’t think a chair was going to do much to stop him.

Panting echoed around the room as you all took a second to breath, your bodies functioning off of pure adrenaline at this point. You subconsciously leaned into Stiles while the group tried to listen out for any signs of the approaching wolf. As you let yourself relax you realised how fatigued you were becoming. Your legs were tired from all the running, lungs burning and eyes growing heavy.

A faint growl sounding from outside the door had you bunching the material of your boyfriend’s shirt in your fist out of pure fear. That sense of sleep washing away as you prepared to run again.

He glanced at you, not doing much to reassure you considering those honey eyes you adored were filled with a fear that hugely resembled your own. “How are we gonna get out of here?” you muttered. He opened his mouth as though to say something, only to close it again a moment later. His eyes trailed over to Scott, hoping he’d have an answer that was better than his.

“Jackson, how many people can you fit in your car?” The rich boy looked around, shaking his head as he counted the number of you. “Not all of us.” 

He cursed, eyes darting around the four walls you were in as he looked for another escape route. “What about here? We can go up to the roof and down the fire escape,” Scott suggested. You sighed, pointing to the large silver lock on the door. “That’s a deadbolt, Scott. And we don’t have a key.” 

“The janitor does.” 

Stiles shook his head. “You mean his body.”

It was clear he wasn’t going to debate about it, already heading in the direction of the door with a purpose, his mind set on his new dangerous task. “I’m getting that key.” 

His words alarmed his girlfriend. “What? You can’t go out there unarmed.” He grabbed the first thing he saw that could be thrown in an attempt at defence, although the object itself was definitely questionable considering it wouldn’t do anything at all. There were a round of disappointed sighs, the boy shrugging. “It’s better than nothing.” 

Stiles shook his head. “There’s gotta be something else.” 

“There is.” Lydia motioned to a locked glass case beside where Allison was standing, one that was filled with different chemicals that were usually used for experiments during the class. Although once again, nobody had a key, which was exactly the original problem in the first place.

“What are you gonna do, throw acid on him?” 

“No,” she answered almost like it was obvious. “Like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting Molotov cocktail.” 

You and the brunette shared an equally bewildered look while Jackson tried to figure out how his girlfriend would know that. “We don’t have a key for that either,” you pointed out.

Before you had even a second to argue it, Jackson was wedging his arm into the glass, the lot of you watching as it smashed with ease. You supposed that was one way to do it.

You definitely zoned out when it came to Lydia making her supposed ‘fire bomb.’ You didn’t understand what she was doing or how she knew how to do this, so you settled for sitting quietly, shoulder to shoulder with Stiles. 

“You okay?” he whispered, nudging your arm lightly with his to gather your attention. You smiled softly, shrugging your shoulders. “Okay as I can be, I guess. How ‘bout you, you holding up okay?” 

He hummed, leaning his head against yours in a sweet gesture. You didn’t currently care who saw you, you just wanted to feel his touch to allow yourself to have a single moment of peace in this terror filled night. “‘M okay knowing that you are.”

“You’re such a sap, y’know that?” “Hell yeah. My aim as a doting boyfriend is to make you swoon every chance I get.”

You stopped your little interaction in time to see the strawberry-blonde handing the concoction over to Scott, Allison jumping in with a quick protest on how Scott shouldn’t do this. Of course she’d know he wasn’t in as much danger as a regular person if he’d just tell her about that night in the woods. Surely it was easier than lying. “You cannot go out there.”

“We can’t just sit here waiting for Stiles’ dad to check his messages.”

“You could die. Don’t you get that? He has killed three people.” She put emphasis on the three. It was strange to see him brush it off like it was nothing. “Somebody has to do something. If we don’t, we’re next.” 

She followed him in his path to the exit, tears already welling up in her doe eyes as she tried to voice her concern in a way that would genuinely put a stop to her boyfriend’s insane ideas.

It felt wrong to listen to their conversation. Your friend was clearly distressed and although you knew the truth you weren’t allowed to tell her, and that was killing you inside. Seeing her here now with tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she begged Scott not to go out there was mildly heartbreaking.

Her pleas didn’t deter him. “Lock it behind me.” 

Before he was able to get far she pulled him back by the sleeve of his jacket, placing her lips on his forcefully. Not another word was said when they pulled away, Scott heading to the door that you’d barricaded when you came in.

All you could do was frown, offering her a hug as she prematurely mourned her boyfriend. Your hand ran up and down her back sweetly. “He’ll be okay. He’s Scott, he’s always okay.” 

Once you thought she was a little bit better you pulled away from the embrace, wiping away a few of her tears with an attempt at a comforting smile. 

You ended up straying away from the group after a while, finding yourself near the windows with Stiles by your side. You couldn’t hear the conversation going on with your friend, but you could see the way Jackson was now the one comforting her and it made you a little uncomfortable.

“Hey, Y/N/N?” Your gaze was ripped away from the strange encounter to focus on your lover, a soft smile spreading across your lips at the sight of that familiar handsome face. “Seeing as we’re about to die-“ he started. You rolled your eyes, muttering an unimpressed ‘Stiles’ that pushed him back on track to what he was going to say.

“Now uh, now might not be a great time, but-” His eyes flickered up to meet your wide ones and he could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating for a split second. It felt right, it felt so right. “Y/N, I- I’m in love with you. Hearing Scott say that stuff about Allison earlier today, it made me realise I’m so deeply in love with you, and I just thought you should know.” 

A gasp left your lips at his admission. You shouldn’t have probably been so shocked, you felt the exact same way he did, and just like him, Scott’s words had too made you think about your feelings towards your own boyfriend. But hearing it out loud, feeling the way it affected your body had made it a thousand times more wonderful than you could’ve ever imagined it would be. “You don’t have to say it back, but-“ You cut him off with a kiss, forgetting completely about the two people in the room that had no idea about your relationship, but they didn’t matter right now.

“Stiles Stilinski, I am head over heels in love with you. So much that it hurts to think about it sometimes.” He grinned, reflecting your own smile as he leaned in for another sweet peck.

You felt even more drawn to him than usual, you just couldn’t let go. “If we get out of here alive, I am so taking you on another date. But this one will be like, a billion times better and more romantic.” 

“I’m gonna hold you to that promise, Stilinski.”

You were torn from your love filled bubble, your moment being cut short at the sound of Jackson’s echoing screams. Your eyes widening as they snapped over to the boy crumbling to the floor, his hand cupping the back of his neck. Along with the others you didn’t know what you were supposed to do, all looking between one another like someone else would magically have the answer.

The two girls helped him up from the floor, ignoring his insistent demands that he was fine. You’d seen first hand that he clearly wasn’t. “That didn’t sound fine at all.”

“What’s on the back of your neck?” Stiles muttered, reaching his hand up to touch whatever it was, only to have it slapped away by the male. “I said I’m fine.”

Thankfully you had his girlfriend to fill you in. “It’s been there for days. He won’t tell me what happened.” 

“As if you actually care,” Jackson spat. The girl’s face twisted into one of hurt, her mouth opening to retaliate. But thankfully you jumped in before she was able to.

“Can we just stop the arguing?” you insisted, an ache beginning to pound in the back of your head at how childish Lydia and Jackson were being. You didn’t know what was going on with them, or with Jackson and Allison, but it was giving you a headache that they could still fight like children in a situation like this.

“Scott should be back by now.” 

Your heads all simultaneously turned when you heard the lock of the door behind you, a light huffing sound heard coming from the other side that had you and Stiles locking fearful eyes.

Allison rushed to the door, calling her boyfriend’s name desperately. She kept trying the handle, finding that it wasn’t opening no matter how hard she tried it. He’d left you there.

»»——⍟——««

You’d never been so relieved to hear the sound of police sirens in your life. Usually it would signify the trouble Stiles had gotten you into was going to come to an end by the hands of his disappointed dad. But this time Noah was saving you from imminent danger that wasn’t his son’s fault. 

“Come on. We’re okay.” Stiles placed a sweet kiss to your forehead, intertwining your fingers tightly before leading you through the school building, running into his dad and Scott half way. If he had to be honest, he was very much still running off of the adrenaline of telling you he loved you, and hearing it right back just like he’d hoped for.

Obviously the timing wasn’t the best, but there was a moment where he believed he was going to die, so what better chance than to do it in a display of passion then and there. But you two were probably closer than ever now, and that’d help in the long run if these kinds of things kept happening.

You weren’t listening as Scott ranted to Noah about what happened, or as much as he could tell him. A warm hand was still placed in your own, stealing all of your attention to him and only him as you basked in the feeling of his touch. Even if it was only a little one. All you heard was Noah’s promise that they’d search the entire school until they caught the man that had been terrorising you, the man in question being innocent. You still didn’t understand why Scott blamed this all on Derek. It was unfair of him to do so, but you weren’t about to argue with your friends when you were so drained from the events of the night. 

A yell for the Sheriff brought your focus back to what was happening in front of you, a tight lipped smile being sent your way by the man himself. “Stay,” he insisted. “All of you.” You flashed Noah a small smile and a nod before he walked over to the deputy that called him. You were exhausted when you turned back to look at your friends, seeing the irritated look that was still firmly planted on Scott’s face.

Thankfully Stiles was there to try and lift the mood. “Well, we survived dude.” Apparently the elder wasn’t feeling the positivity he was trying to convey, shaking his head as he brought up one event that was stuck in his mind.

It was clear that it was bothering him. “When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us. You don’t think that he heard us?” 

You and Stiles shared a look, an equally tired one at that. After the night you’d just experienced, all you wanted was to go home and sleep for the next couple days, hide from any possible supernatural occurrences that might happen. And you’d hoped it could’ve started now, but he just couldn’t let it go.

You joined in. “If it did, how are we still alive?”

“It wants me in its pack.” He looked around, lowering his voice when he noticed the cops littered around the area that could possibly hear him. “But I think, first I have to get rid of my old pack…”

He refused to meet your eyes, and your boyfriends, for whatever unknown reason, making you feel rather uncomfortable about what the underlying meaning of his words was. 

“What do you mean? What old pack?” Stiles asked. “Allison. Jackson. Lydia. Y/N. You,” he answered.”

His words hit you both at the same time, your eyes drifting to meet his, as the pieces finally connected in your heads. “The alpha doesn’t want to kill us,” he began. Scott turned around, finding it difficult to look at you both as he uttered the words. “He wants me to do it.” 

He ran his hands through his hair, tugging on it as he showcased his distress.

“And that’s not even the worst part. When he made me shift…” He finally turned back around to face you. His eyes connected with yours for a split second before he was looking back at Stiles, who’d been staring intently at him this entire time. “I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you both.”

A quiet gasp tore through your throat, Stiles’ hand blindly finding yours for some kind of comfort as he let the meaning of his best friend’s words settle. Even in the minimal light you could see the shimmer of tears building up in those doe eyes you adored, his hand trembling slightly in yours as he gulped.

Nothing else was said as Scott walked away, presumably in the direction where he could see his boss sitting in the back of an ambulance. But you didn’t follow as you usually would, Stiles needing a little more time to process what he’d heard. You stayed with him, coaxing him into a hug that he melted into.

“It’s okay, Sti.” You rubbed your hand up the expanse of his back, letting it settle on the back of his neck to keep him close to you. “He’s not going to do it. He’d never hurt us like that.” 

You felt him sigh against your skin. “‘M not so sure about that anymore.” 

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Chapter 6

S2 Episode Six

SUMMARY:Y/N has to deal with the aftermath of losing control of her powers. The pack looks for and tries to save the Kanima on their own terms.

WORD COUNT:6868

TW: 18+ smut FINALLYYYYYY

“But you had it in control for a while!” Stiles turned back to you in the backseat as he followed closely behind Derek and the Kanima. “I read somewhere that the black mist that comes from your fists means you’re using black magic. And no one can really control it. But the green eyes mean-“

“Stiles!” Scott gasped as the Jeep slowly drifted off the road. “Road! Eyes on the road!”

“Sorry!” Stiles whipped the vehicle back into the lane. “Y/N, your eyes were glowing green! That means you were in control! That was normal magic!”

“But I was weaker! I can’t defend myself with just normal magic. I need black-“

“Oh my god. You’re kidding, right? You can’t possibly be justifying the use of black magic when you know that’s what makes you go crazy!” Scott turned around, looking back at you, only to see that you were being dead serious. “Okay, it’s official. You’re out of your fucking mind, Y/N! You need my blood. Give me your hand!”

“First off, I’m not giving you anything when you talk to me that way,” You scoffed. “Second of all, no! I’m weaker when we do that. And you need all the help you can get!”

“You actually think you’re helping me? In the unstable state that you’re in right now? The last thing I need is to be caught up in rescuing you when there are lives on the line!” Scott finally snapped.

“Whatever.”

“Don’t you get it? I had to leave Allison and Lydia to fend for themselves while Erica was trying to kill them because you were so out of control tonight!”

“Why are you always so quick to make me the bad guy, Scott? I was not out of control!”

“I SMELLED IT ON YOU, Y/N! You were about to kill everything in sight had I not stopped you!” He roared, making your lips part.

“Woah, dude, I think the last thing she needs is someone yelling at her right now,” Stiles stepped in. Scott sighed, realizing your eyes began to fill with tears at his tone.

“No, you’re right. I’m sorry,” He paused before going on. “Look, I just.. I can’t keep babysitting you when there are lives on the line. You’re better off weak and in control than allowing that dark magic to endanger the people you love.”

Your breath hitched. He was right. You felt it too, the desire to kill. The darkness in your mind fought to stay, even if it meant lying to yourself and the boys. The magic you used was no longer for self defense or even to defend those you loved. The darkness that possessed you wanted everyone and everything around you gone. You didn’t even want to think about what would’ve happened had Scott not been there when he was.

Stiles looked into the rear view mirror to see you purse your lips. His heart sank when he saw the realization set in; in that moment, the old you finally shone through. With teary eyes, you fought against every part of you that told you to keep your hand to yourself and hesitantly held it out.

Scott gave you a look of guilt. You knew he hated the person he became around the dark you. He hated yelling at you. He hated seeing that look in your eyes, the one that wanted- no, needed to kill. He hated seeing his best friend realize that she was no longer the protagonist in this story.

His claw sliced through your palm, making you wince, before his bloodied hand came in contact with your own. The familiar tingle fluttered against your skin before a burst of pain hit you both. You both groaned and hissed as the blood sizzled between your hands; this was far more painful than the previous time. You saw a flash of white in midst of the pain. You yelped, gripping onto his hand as the dark part of your mind tempted you to stop.

All this pain can go away if you just let go, it said. You will be stronger than any supernatural being if you let go. You will be able to defend those you love if you just let go.

Just as you thought you couldn’t handle much more, the pain dissipated almost as quickly as it came.

Your busy mind finally fell to silence. The buzzing and the constant chatter in your head fizzled away to nothing, and the darkness that weighed down your chest finally lifted. For a moment, you felt as if you could finally breathe again. Everything was okay again.

“How you feelin’?” Scott asked carefully, making you realize both set of eyes were on you.

“Better. God, a lot better actually,” You breathed as the Jeep whipped around another corner. “You?”

“Yeah, I’m all g-“

“FUCK!” Stiles shouted before the Jeep halted to a quick stop. You looked at the road in front of you to see a spike strip blocking the road. He stopped and looked over at Scott. “What do we do now?”

“Stay here!” Scott called as he ran out of the Jeep and towards the Kanima. You both watched as your best friend disappeared around a corner. The sounds of growls and hisses echoed through the concreted space you sat in. Stiles reached for his radio, turning on soft music to try and drown out the eery sounds of the fight going on just around the corner.

Within a few minutes, you felt your body begin to come down from the adrenaline that came with the pain. You were fatigued to the core. Every part of you felt as if it had been depleted of all energy. You never realized how much of a toll the magic had on your body until it left.

“Hey, you alright?” Stiles muttered, not failing to notice the way your heavy eyelids drooped. You rested your cheek on your now healed palm, drowsily looking up at him.

“Physically or emotionally?” You yawned.

“Both.”

“Oh, well in that case, kinda shitty,” You responded, making him chuckle. “Physically, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this tired before. I feel like I just participated a triathlon or something.“

“Yeah, you look like it too,” He nodded, making your head shoot up slightly with a playful smile. “Hair and everything. You look rough.”

“Hey!”

“Don’t get me wrong, you still look unfathomably beautiful. But you look like a tornado sucked you up and spit you out,” He smiled. “Or like an earthquake-”

“I got it, Stiles,” You interrupted before you both chuckled. “Thank you for that.”

“And emotionally?”

“Not doing too great after that comment,” You joked, making him laugh before you cleared your throat. “No, but uh.. I felt a little numb when the magic was really beginning to control me. It almost felt good to let it take the wheel. It was easier than fighting it but now, I… God, I feel awful. I almost killed Jackson. And tonight, I was going to kill Isaac and Erica had Scott not stopped me.”

“Hey, don’t be too hard on yourself,” Stiles shook his head, taking your hand into his own. “That was just the black magic. It wasn’t you.”

“Wasn’t it though? It was mymind.Mythoughts.My desires. It might’ve rewired my thinking but it was still me.. Sti, I didn’t just want to kill, it was like I needed to. Had Scott not been there tonight, I might’ve…” You trailed off, finally looking back up at your boyfriend. You felt hot tears begin to pool again in your eyes before letting go of his hand and looking at your lap.

His lips parted. You didn’t have to finish your thought. He knew exactly what you meant; you might have to killed him too.

“But he was there and you didn’t. You had it under control for a moment!”

“Until I got scared,” You muttered. “I can’t control it when I’m mad either.”

“So it’s not a matter of controlling your powers, you made it pretty obvious that you’re fully capable of doing that. It’s a matter of controlling your emotions,” Stiles smiled. “Sounds like something we’ve done before.”

“You’re not gonna duck tape my hands and launch lacrosse balls into my chest, are you?” You groaned. Stiles threw his head back in laughter, opening his mouth to respond just before you saw the Kanima jump over the Jeep with Scott closely behind him, making you both scream.

Stiles’ eyes widened as he looked over at you.

“Was that..?”

“Yup, hop up here and help me follow them!” He waited for you to jump into the passenger’s seat before he reversed the Jeep and followed your best friend down various streets and alleys. You helped Stiles locate where the two were headed, yelling a series of “Left! He went left!” and “Right! No, no! Your other right!”.

Finally, you parked the Jeep as Scott ran into an alleyway. You both jogged up behind him, making him jump.

“Wait, wait! Sorry, sorry!” Stiles yelped before Scott had the chance to cause any harm. “Did you see where he went?”

“I lost him..”

“What? You couldn’t catch his scent?” You chimed in.

“I don’t think he has one,” Scott shook his head.

“All right, any clue where he’s going?” Stiles asked.

“To kill someone.”

“Ah! That explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now,” Stiles deadpanned, making Scott roll his eyes. You smiled. “What? Scott, come on. I’m 146 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense!”

“Just help me find it!”

“Not ‘it’, Jackson,” You corrected.

“You’re right. I know, I know,” Scott breathed.

“But does he know know that?” Stiles asked. “Did anybody else see him back at your house?”

“I mean, I don’t think so, but he already passed Derek’s test anyway,” You shook your head.

“Yeah, but that’s just the thing. How did he pass the test?” Stiles turned to you.

“He gave Jackson the Kanima’s venom to see if it would paralyze him, and it did. He thinks that since a snake can’t be killed by its own venom, the same can be applied to this situation,” You explained.

“So it’s an either-or thing… When’s the Kanima not the Kanima?” Stiles raised his brows.

“When it’s Jackson,” You muttered before looking up at him again and grinning. You were about to compliment his intelligence when the Kanima’s tail sticking out of a window upstairs. Your face fell as you backed up, trying to get a better view.

“What? What’d you see?” Stiles asked, looking up. “Oh shit. Dude!”

“Yeah, I see it too,” Scott breathed as it crawled in completely. “He’s inside.”

“What’s he gonna do in there?” Stiles questioned. You watched as Scott’s eyes wandered towards the entrance.

“I know who he’s after!” He gasped, you tried following his gaze but couldn’t see past the bouncer.

“What, how? How? Did you smell something?” Stiles asked. Your jaw dropped when you stepped aside to see Danny standing in line.

“Armani.”

“There’s a door over there!” You pointed, hesitating to follow behind them.

“You coming?” Scott asked.

“It’s a gay club. I feel like I’ll only draw attention to you guys if I go in with you,” You shook your head. “Maybe I should just wait in the Jeep.”

“What?No way! Not when the Kanima is nearby!” Stiles protested, stepping away from the door.

“You’re joking, right? You saw her tonight! She can take care of herself. Fuck, I’m even scared to mess with her!” Scott chuckled.

“She’s weaker now. And look at her, dude. She’s running on adrenaline right now but as soon as she settles down, she’ll fall asleep! I can’t let her go alone,” Stiles shook his head. “There’s no way she can fend for herself when she’s asleep.”

“What are you gonna do? Scare the Kanima with your sarcasm?” Scott deadpanned.

“For someone who doesn’t like sarcasm, you’re pretty damn good at it,” Stiles grumbled.

“Go! You’re wasting time! I’ll be fine. Scott will know if I’m in danger because of the bond. Give me the keys and go!” You laughed. Stiles paused before finally tossing you his keys.

“Be careful. Don’t fall asleep!” He pointed at you as he jogged in behind Scott.

You smiled and walked back to the Jeep. You decided to sprawl out in the back seats to rest. You genuinely tried to stay awake but the next thing you knew, you woke up to Stiles banging on the driver’s door. You scrambled to unlock the door before noticing a naked Jackson laying limply in Scott’s arms.

“Looks like you two had fun,” You smirked.

“Not as much fun as you’re about to have,” Scott smiled before all but tossing Jackson into your lap.

“Ew! I don’t want him!” Your face scrunched up, making the boys laugh. “Why is he naked?!”

“Long story. I’ll be back!” Scott called as he jogged off towards the arriving ambulances. Stiles climbed into the driver’s seat and looked back with a smirk.

“If you’re going to make some sly remark about the size of his dick, I don’t want to hear it,” You sighed, making his face fall.

“Never mind then,” He grumbled, turning around the face the front again. “He paralyzed a few guys but they’re all gonna be fine.”

“Did Scott do this?” You asked, looking at the bloody claw marks sliced through the peaceful boy in your lap.

“No. That was Derek.”

“Derek was here too?”

“Couldn’t get anything out of Danny,” Scott interrupted as he hopped back in the Jeep.

“Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now before one of my dad’s deputies sees me?” Stiles asked before starting the vehicle. As if on cue, the sheriff swerved into the parking lot, right in front of the Jeep. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Could this get any worse?”

Jackson moaned loudly and snuggled into you, leaving you with a face of disgust.

“That was rhetorical!” Stiles snapped, looking back at him.

“Get rid of him,” Scott said.

“Get rid of him? We’re at a crime scene and he’s the sheriff!”

“Do something!” Scott shrugged. Your boyfriend grumbled something and flailed his arms before letting himself out of the car. “Y/N, get down. He won’t be able to play off the fact we’re at a gay club if his dad sees you.”

“Getdown?!” You looked down at Jackson, realizing you’d either have to stick your chest in his face or lower your own face near his crotch. “No way!”

“What’s going on?” Jackson mumbled.

“Jackson, shut the fuck up for a second, would you?” You snapped. “He’s waking up, asshole! I’m not getting all up in his business!”

Jackson moaned loudly again, lifting his head off of your legs. You rolled your eyes and shoved his head back down.

“Dude! Be careful, he’s hurt. Jackson, be quiet!” Scott whispered. “Y/N, would you rather have your boyfriend to be grounded for an eternity or suck it up and get down?!”

“What’s happening?” Jackson asked. You sighed before lowering yourself out of the Sheriff’s sight. Unfortunately, your chest was pressed against Jackson’s face. You cursed yourself for wearing a low cut top that day. “Whatever’s happening, I’m not mad about it.”

“Ew,” You gagged. You were about to sit up again when you felt Scott’s hand push you back down. “What the hell, Scott?”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. They’re looking over,” He smiled and waved at the Stilinskis. Only moments after, Stiles hopped back in and reversed out of the crime scene. He looked over his shoulder to make sure he was clear to back out when he saw the unfortunate position you were in.

“Scott made me do it,” You said.

“Dude, can we please just kill him?!” Stiles whined as the car sped through the streets of Beacon Hills. You sat back up.

“No! He’s just a kid!”

“Okay, then where are we gonna keep him?” You asked, looking down at him to see that he was fast asleep again. “Because he has a pack of werewolves and hunters after him.”

“I don’t know.”

“Uh, what about your house?” Stiles asked.

“My mom’s home tonight. And my dad’s still in town so my place isn’t an option,” You sighed.

“Scott?”

“Not with my mom there,” Scott shook his head.

“Jesus, where was this parental attendance when we were growing up?!“ Stiles huffed, referring to the amount of time the two of you spent at his house as kids while your parents were working.

“We need to keep him somewhere where can can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him!” Scott said. “Or long enough to convince him he’s dangerous.”

“No, I’m with Stiles on this one. I say we just kill him.”

“THANK YOU!”

“We’re not killing him!” Scott scolded.

“Let’s take a vote. Raise your hand if you think we should kill Jackson.”

Both you and your boyfriend’s hands shot up.

“You’re outnumbered. Take a left, it’ll take us to the forest so we can-“

“We aren’t taking a fucking vote, you idiots. We are not killing him!” Scott grabbed Stiles’ hand and put it down again.

“God! Okay!” He grumbled. “Okay, wait. I have an idea!”

“Does it involve breaking the law?” Scott questioned.

“Scott, it’s Stiles talking. Don’t you think that’s a given?” You rolled your eyes.

“I was just trying to be optimistic!”

“Don’t bother,” Stiles replied.

“But like.. just how illegal is it because I still want to get into Yale,” You muttered.

“Maybe you should this this one out then,” Stiles pursed his lips.

“Wh- no way! We’re in this together.”

———

“STILES! MCCALL! I’M GONNA KILL YOU!” Jackson roared from inside the prison transport van Stiles ‘borrowed’ from the Sheriff’s Station.

“Okay, maybe you were right. I probably should’ve sat this one out,” You nodded.

“Told ya,” Stiles scrunched his nose sympathetically. “Here’s the deal. I need you to go to school today, alright? We can’t all be absent or it’ll look weird.”

“Do I have to? My body is drained from the blood transfer thing we did last night,” You groaned.

“Yeah, unfortunately you do. But I’ll stay behind with Jackson then switch shifts with Allison and Scott after school so that you and I can get some sleep, sound good?” He asked, watching as you yawned and sleepily rubbed your face. He normally loved seeing you so sleepy; he could melt on the spot from how cute you looked when you did that. But he felt felt his heart drop a little, feeling as if he was asking too much of you. He pouted empathetically and caressed your cheek. “Aww, don’t do that. I know you’re tired, I’m sorry. But just try to get through the day, alright? I swear we’ll have the best nap of your life after school.”

You nodded and yawned again, sticking out your pinky. He chuckled and gladly took it in his own before kissing your hand.

“I have an extra energy drink in the Jeep. Take it with you,” He smiled before kissing your forehead and watching you leave. “I love you!”

“I love you too!” You called as you hopped into Scott’s car and drove off.

Stiles grabbed his backpack and climbed into the back of the van, checking to make sure Jackson was still in his human state before fully hopping in. “Alright, I bought you some food-“

“LET ME OUT NOW!” Jackson growled, making Stiles jump back. He slammed his backpack down before sitting up again.

“You know, my girlfriend and I put those pants on you, alright, buddy? One leg at a time!” Stiles snapped. “Being all up-close and personal with your junk wasn’t exactly a highlight of my day. So don’t think this is fun for me either. You know we’re actually doing you a favor?”

“This is doing me a favor?”

“Yes! Y-You’re killing people!” Stiles deadpanned. “To death. Yeah! And until we can figure out how to stop you, you’re gonna stay in here. I’m sorry. Now, do you want the ham and cheese or the turkey club?”

———

The school day trudged by slowly. You fell asleep a few times in a few of your classes. You didn’t fully wake up until you saw Mrs. Argent walk into your class and introduce herself as your new substitute teacher. After school, Allison told you exactly what her grandfather told her; Jackson’s parents went to the police. They were looking for the van.

She gave you a ride to the spot in the woods where Stiles parked the van. You saw him holding Jackson’s phone and typing before you ran up to him.

“OH MY GOD!” He screamed before realizing it was you.

“They know,” You said.

“What?!”

“They know Jackson’s missing!”

“No, they can’t. I’ve been texting his parents since last night. They don’t have a clue!”

“Gerard told Al that his parents went to the police,” You shook your head. “They know.”

Stiles looked down at the phone in his hands and held it out before he gasped. He whimpered before handing you the phone and opening the van’s door. You followed him, hearing the dispatch radio order all available units to the woods.

“Al!” You jogged back over to her car. “Can you lead us to your secret spot?”

“Yeah, follow me!”

You ran over to and hopped into Stiles’ jeep before following close behind her. You looked in the rearview mirror to see Stiles was not far behind. You saw him on the phone and assumed he was updating Scott on your new location. You all drove for about five minutes before finally parking beside a cliff. Scott was already there waiting on you all.

You all hopped out and walked with him as he spoke.

“If Jackson doesn’t remember being the Kanima, he’s definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny’s tablet,” Scott sighed as you all walked away from the van.

“Why would he steal the thing if he doesn’t even know what’s on it?” Stiles asked.

“What if someone else took it?” Allison jumped in.

“Then somebody else knows what he is,” You said.

“Which could mean someone’s protecting him!” Scott nodded.

“Like the bestiary says, the Kanima seeks a friend, right?” Allison agreed.

“I need to retranslate that paper to make sure, but yeah.”

“So somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the Kanima and then just erases part of it so he wouldn’t know?” Stiles furrowed his brow. “I mean who would do that?”

“Somebody who wanted to protect him?” Allison asked.

“There’s something else. The only thing Stiles found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that’s actually true?” You proposed.

“Well, no, it can’t be. It tried to kill all of us, remember?” Stiles’ tone softened when he spoke to you before he turned to the rest of the pack. “I don’t know about you guys but I haven’t murdered anybody lately.”

“Exactly! If it wanted to kill us, we’d all be dead by now. It didn’t kill Scott and Allison at Isaac’s, it didn’t kill you in the mechanic’s garage!”

“Well, yeah, but it tried to kill me and Derek in the pool.”

“But it didn’t.”

“Itwould’ve. It was waiting for us to come out!”

“No, she’s right,” Scott interrupted. “What if it was trying to keep you in?”

“..Why do I feel so violated all of the sudden?” Stiles paused.

“Because there’s something else going on! We don’t know what it is. We don’t know anything about what’s going on with Jackson or why someone’s protecting him,” Scott put his hand on your shoulder as he spoke.

“Know thy enemy,” Allison muttered, gaining all of your attentions. “Just something my grandfather said.”

“All right. I got it. Kill Jackson. Problem solved!” Stiles shrugged.

“He risked his life for us. Against Peter, you remember that?” Scott spat.

“Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the bite from Derek,” Stiles lowered his tone. “It’s funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, it’s funny!”

“Yeah but it doesn’t mean he’s not still worth saving!”

“It’s always something with him, though,” You agreed with your boyfriend.

“He doesn’t know what he’s doing!” Scott argued.

“So what?” Stiles hissed.

“So, I didn’t either! And for that matter, Y/N still doesn’t know sometimes either!” Scott explained before turning to Al. “You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson? Or, Y/N, the way you almost killed Isaac and Erica last night! We had someone to stop us. He has nobody!”

“That’s his own fault,” Stiles scoffed.

“Doesn’t matter,” Scott replied. “If we can save him, we should try… Y/N?”

The boys both looked at you before you sighed.

“I hate to admit it but Scott’s right,” You nodded before yawning. “We’re privileged enough to have a support system when we are at our worst. How does that make us more worthy of living?”

“Fuck, I hate it when you make sense,” Stiles grumbled. “Fine, we’ll try to save him. But I need to get this one home. She’s drained.”

“Okay, we’ll take the evening shift,” Scott nodded. “Meet up at 11:00?”

“Sure thing, buddy,” Stiles nodded before guiding you back to his Jeep. “Before I forget, you making driving my Jeep look so good.”

“Do I?” You laughed as he opened your door for you.

“Uh,ch’yeah!” He nodded before jogging over to his side. “Not gonna lie, you had me a little worried at first. I thought you didn’t know how to drive a stick.”

“I don’t,” You shrugged making his eyes snap over at you. “I kinda just remembered you talking about it and-“

“You used your magic to help you, didn’t you?”

“Oh, I definitely used my magic to help me. That was complete bullshit,” You nodded as he threw his head back in laughter. “I kind of have a better idea as to how to control it now though. When I used my magic last night. I won’t lie, though, it’s going to take a lot of practice to get it as strong as black magic.”

“If anyone can do it, it’s you,” Stiles smiled over at you, picking up your hand hand placing a kiss on the back of it. “There’s not a doubt in my mind that you can master it. It’ll be hard but you got me and Scott in your corner.”

“You’re the best, you know that?” You grinned before yawning again. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sleepyhead. Now let’s go take a nap, yeah?” He asked.

He drove you back to his house. You practically ran into his room, sighing with relief when you caught a glimpse of his bed. He chuckled when he saw you quickly take off your shoes and jump in. Within seconds of your head touching the pillow, you were out cold.

He took his sneakers and crawling in beside you. As he set an alarm for 10:00 PM, you rolled over and snuggled into him. He smiled down at you before setting his phone down and holding you until he drifted off as well.

———

Six hours past by before the alarm woke you both up. You sat up and stretched.

“What time is it?” You groaned as you stretched your arms above your head.

“10:00,” Stiles mumbled, turning off his alarm. You couldn’t help but smile at how sleepy his hazel eyes were, batting his dark eyelashes in an attempt to stay awake. “What are you looking at?” He chuckled.

“You,” You giggled. “You’re so handsome. Can you blame me?”

“Not really, no. I’d be drawn to my devilishly handsome face too,” He shrugged, making you laugh. He reached out for you, pulling you into his chest before playing mindlessly with your hair. “How are you feeling?”

“So much better,” You sighed.

“That’s good,” He mumbled into your hair. “I was really worried about you.”

“During school or because of last night?” You asked.

“Both. But mostly last night,” He responded as you readjusted to be able to to look into his eyes as he spoke. “The way your eyes went black. And the way you easily broke Isaac’s arm. Seeing that reminded me of the severity of using magic, you know? Then when we were in the car and you refused to give Scott your hand, I-.. I thought for a second that I might’ve lost you. I felt like a little kid watching my mom’s dementia take over her mind again.”

“Sti..” You furrowed your brows before placing a sweet kiss on his chest. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to scare you or hurt anyone. I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no, it’s okay! Don’t apologize. I know it wasn’t in your control. I’m just happy you’re back to normal now,” He smiled softly before you kissed his lips. As you pulled away, he gently pulled you back in for another kiss. “Mm, give me another one.”

You giggled against his lips as you both sweetly kissed. It was a moment of pure love and appreciation. You were both happy things were, for the most part, back to normal. After a couple of minutes, though, the kiss deepened into something of passion and desire.

He flipped you over on your back as your legs wrapped around his torso. He kissed your lips for a few more moments before slowing moving down your neck and then behind your ear. You let out as his soft lips pressed against that spot behind your ear that made you go crazy. He smiled as your hips slightly bucked up.

It was your turn to flip him over, straddling his hips before he sat up to continue the kiss. His hands entangled themselves in your hair, tugging slightly in the midst of the heated moment. Your hips began to slowly and firmly grind into his own, making him moan with anticipation.

“You’re making it really hard to get ready to go back to the woods,” He said between kisses.

“They can wait a little longer,” You whispered. “We never get the house to ourselves.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He pulled away, looking into your eyes as he caressed his cheek. “Because it’s totally okay if you don’t. You’ve had a rough-“

“Stiles, you have no idea how badly I want you to fuck me,” You said with a coy smile. A subtly blush rose to his cheeks as he shot you a lopsided grin. “Are you gonna make me beg for it?”

“Maybe,” He bit his lip as he looked at your own. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“I think I know how to convince you,” You looked at him, a devious smile with the eyes of an angel. You were killing him. Your fingers traced the top of his jeans, teasing him with the fact that you wanted them off. “As long as you’re okay with it.”

“Oh my god. I’m so okay with this,” He stumbled on his words as your fingers made their way to unbutton his pants. You pushed him back on the pillow before slowly kissing down his chest, his stomach, and leaving a sloppy kiss on both of his hips.

You finally pulled his pants down and smiled at his length. You pressed a small kiss on the tip before licking a stripe from the base of his shaft to the top.

“Stop teasing me,” He whined, making you smile as you looked up at him. “Please, baby.”

You wrapped your lips around him before slowly making your way down. You couldn’t fit him all the way in your mouth without gagging, so you used a hand at the base to help you out. He threw his head back as the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat. His hand wrapped itself in your hair as you strategically bobbed your head up and down.

The noises of pure bliss, the whimpers and shivers you sent through him; it all drove you crazy. You looked up at his as he moved your head at his desired pace, only to see his mouth agape and eyes fixated on you. He twitched in your mouth before you felt him pull you back up, placing a kiss on your lips.

“Your turn,” He smirked, laying you down and kissing you. He slowly discarded your clothes as he kissed down your body. He left wet kissing down your neck, lingering at your collarbones and on your chest before toying the the bottom of your shirt. You took it off alone with your bra, leaving him gawking at the beauty before him.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” He whispered before he took your breasts into his hands and kissing them. His mouth found its way to your right nipple as he squeezed the other in between his fingers. You moaned as you placed your hand behind his head. His swollen lips trailed down your chest and stomach before he pulled at your legs, positioning closer you to the edge of the bed where he stood.

Stiles unbuttoned your pants as he kissed your stomach, wiggling them down eagerly before carelessly tossing them on the floor beneath him. He slowly parted your legs before crouching before you.

He kissed the waistline of your panties before moving down further, kissing just above the wet spot. It was his turn to tease you. He looked up through his lashes as you groaned, “Stiles, please.”

“I thought you didn’t beg,” He smirked.

“You proved me wrong,” You breathed as he pressed another kiss on your covered clit. “Please, baby.”

“Well, when you say it like that,” He chuckled before leaning down. His tongue dragged up and down your slit, only sucking on your clit for a moment before slipping back down again. He enjoyed hearing the frustrated noises that came out of you.

“You’re being such an asshole,” You whined.

“Hm?” He smiled. “A what?”

“An-oh my god,” You moaned as he finally gave you what you wanted. His tongue flickered against your clit while he sucked slightly.

“God, you’re so wet,” He mumbled, pulling away as he rubbed his fingered up and down your slit again before inserting a finger and connecting his lips to your clit once more. He had you gripping the sheets, moaning out a euphony of words, including his name. He felt your walls clench around his fingers but kept the same pace. In a matter of seconds, your back arched as you all but screamed his name. He pulled away, watching you lay in bliss, heaving and sweating. He did that to you. “Christ, you look so fucking hot when you cum.”

“Wanna see how hot I look when you’re inside of me?” You breathed with a smile. He nodded frantically before you both readjusted on the bed. His lips crashed back down on your own and your hand trailed over to his nightstand. “I can’t find the condom.”

“Here, let me,” He pulled away and grabbed the condom package, pausing before he opened it. “And you’re still sure you wanna do this?”

“Mhm, I’m sure,” You smiled and took the package out of his hand, ripping it with your teeth and handing him the condom. “Are you?”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life,” He said, making you giggle. He rolled on the condom before kissing you again. He teased your with his tip, rubbing it up to your clit and back down. “I’ll go slow.”

He gently but firmly pressed himself against your entrance. You let out a small gasp at the new sensation as his tip slowly made its way into you.

“You okay?” He paused.

“Mhm,” You smiled, pulling at his hips a little. He began sliding into you again, watching as your jaw dropped and your brows furrowed. He would’ve stopped had it not been for you pulling his hips into you. “Let me feel all of you.”

He finally pushed in all of the way, keeping still as your tight pussy clenched around him, trying to get used to the sensation. He thrusted lightly for a few more moments before you relaxed into him and began moaning with pleasure.

“Faster,” You breathed, making his brows shoot up. He was impressed by how well you were taking it. He sped up the pace, barely able to hold back his cum. Your pussy was tight and wet; it was nothing like he’d ever felt before. If he wasn’t completely obsessed with you before, the way your moved and moaned below him, the way your nails dug into his back, the way you whimpered his name along with all of the other filthy words that fell out of your mouth, he was utterly enamored by you now.

“I’m close,” He groaned as he continued at your desired pace.

“Cum for me, baby,” You whispered in his ear. That was enough to push him over the edge, he pulled out and finished the rest of the orgasm off with his hand before plopping down next to you, breathing hard with a smile on his face.

“How do you feel?” He looked over at you to see your smile mirrored that of his own.

“Like we should’ve done this a long time ago,” You replied, making him laugh.

“No kidding. I could definitely get used to this,” He agreed as you giggled. You rolled over and wrapped your arm around his sweaty torso.

“How are you feeling?” You asked, kissing his neck. He’d never experienced you in this state; your hand mindlessly roamed around his chest as your lips continuously pressed to his collarbone and neck. He almost preferred seeing this side of you over the sex itself.

“Me? Oh, I’m awesome!” He grinned, looking over at you as you giggled. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” You smiled before looking at the clock. “Uh.. What time were we supposed to meet up with Scott?”

“11:00, why? What time is it?” Stiles looked over to see the clock read 12:43 AM. “Oh shit! Are you okay to like get dressed?”

“Stiles, we just had sex. I didn’t get shot,” You deadpanned.

“Well, I don’t know how this works! Scott told me girls bleed when they have sex. And it’s gotta hurt, right? I mean, it’s such a small hole that gets stretched out and- please interrupt me! I’m ranting!” He flailed his arms, making you laugh.

“Honestly, I thought it would hurt more but it was just a lot of pressure at first. Then it felt good,” You smiled. “Really good.”

“Wait, really?!” He stopped.

“Mhm,” You nodded standing up and walking over to his closet. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of your figure as you searched for a t-shirt. “And I didn’t bleed either! I thought that would happen too!”

“Probably wouldn’t be the worst thing to put a cautionary pad on though, right?” He asked. “I have some under the sink for you if you need them.”

You put on his Beatles shirt before bending down to grab your athletic spandex and a pair of underwear from your backpack that you didn’t use earlier that day and throwing those on underneath. “That’s not a bad idea actually. I’ll be right back.”

After you finished up in the bathroom, you both hopped into the Jeep before heading back to Allison and Scott’s spot. You placed your hand on the back of Stiles’ neck, rubbing it with your thumb as he hummed along to an old cassette. As he pulled up, you realized that the van’s back door was wide open.

“Fuck,” You whispered before hopping out of the car and running up to the van, only to see that it was completely empty. “Jackson’s gone!”

“What the hell? Where’s Scott?” Stiles asked before he caught glimpse of Allison’s car. “Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!”

He marched over and peaked in the back window. You ran up behind him to see Allison cuddled up with Scott, both naked and covered only by a thin blanket. You banged on the window, causing them to snap awake.

“You guys might wanna come take a look at this!” Stiles spoke. You both turned around to give the two a moment of privacy to change. Once they were dressed, you all jogged over to the van to see the empty makeshift holding cell.

“I have to tell my father,” Allison blinked. Scott walked away from the three of you in thought.

“I think she’s right, Scott. He’s going to kill someone,” You bit your lip.

“Okay, tell him,” He nodded. “Tell him everything.”

“Scott, I gotta tell mine, too,” Stiles spoke up.

“This is all my fault,” Scott muttered.

“It’s not,” Allison shook her head, speaking in a soft tone. “But we have to tell them. We’re just a bunch of teenagers. We can’t handle this.”

“You’re right.”

“How’re you gonna make your dad believe all this?” You asked your boyfriend.

“I don’t know,” Stiles sighed. Scott turned around, shining his golden eyes at the three of you.

“He’ll believe me,” He said.

The pack decided to split up, the boys going to the Sheriff’s station and you riding home with Allison. She left the bestiary at home and needed you to translate it properly now that you were basically fluent in Latin.

“Here’s the paper, you think you can get anything new out of it?” She asked, handing you the Kanima’s page she printed from the bestiary. You sat down, looking at the paper and translating it again, fixing all of the errors you initially made.

“Are you sure? I thought that meant ‘friend’. ‘The Kanima seeks a friend’.”

“I was wrong,” You shook your head before looking up. “It means ‘master’.”

“The Kanima seeks a master..” Allison muttered. “Someone’s not protecting him.”

“Someone’s controlling him,” You finished as you both gave each other looks of horror.

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Chapter 5

S2 Episode Five

SUMMARY: The pack get word that Derek is trying to kill Lydia, and make it their mission to protect her.

WORD COUNT: 6224

“Hey,” The all-too-familiar voice purred as you opened your locker. You rolled your eyes, not needing to look towards it to know who it was.

“Aren’t you supposed to be running from the law or something?” You answered.

“Who says I’m not just teasing the law now by coming to school?” Isaac smiled, leaning on the locker next to yours to get a better view of you. You cursed the empty hallways, wishing you wouldn’t have shown up so early that morning.

“I doubt your pack daddy would approve of that,” You chuckled, looking over to see the smug look on his face falter. “Or did he let you off of your leash for the day?”

“Ouch,” He held his chest sarcastically before smiling. “What happened to you? You used to be such a sweetheart.”

“That was before you gave me a reason not to be. Did you need something or are you just trying to get on my nerves?” You scoffed, closing your locker to look into his playful gaze. “Again.”

“A little of both,” He smirked. “But my pack daddy wouldn’t approve of what I’m about to tell you so I’m gonna need you to come with me.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“Suit yourself,” Isaac shrugged, looking over your shoulder. “Scott’s looking for you anyway. I’m sure you’d so much rather hear another one of his pathetic apologies instead of Derek’s plan to kill someone today.”

You looked behind you to see the boys walk around the corner in deep conversation. Stiles waved his hands around as he passionately explained something and Scott listened intently. Luckily, they were so submerged in the conversation that you went unnoticed in the midst of small crowds of students. However, you weren’t quite ready to face your best friend.

You placed your hands on Isaac’s chest and quickly pushed him into the nearby empty classroom. His brows shot up in surprise as he stumbled back, catching himself on a desk.

“You have two minutes, asshole,” You frowned, looking down at your wristwatch. “What do you mean Derek is going to kill someone today?”

“I only need one,” He grinned. “He gave Jackson the Kanima’s venom last night to see if it would paralyze him and it did. So it can’t be him. He think it might be Lydia.”

“What the fuck?!” You furrowed your brows in suspicion. “Wait, why are you telling me this? Why should I believe you?”

“Maybe I’m telling you because I wanted a moment alone with you,” His lips curved into a coy smile, making you frown. “And you should believe me because we have a bond.”

“Ew, would you stop saying that? We do not have a fucking bond!” You snapped.

“I’m serious! I wouldn’t lie to you,” He sincerely admitted. “I don’t even think I could if I tried.”

“Yeah, okay,” You brushed off sarcastically. You hated that he was getting in your head. You wholeheartedly believed it was a scheme but he was becoming a little too convincing. You didn’t know what to believe anymore. “What makes Derek think Lydia is the Kanima?”

“Peter gave her the bite. There are only two things that happen when someone gets bitten, turn or die. She did neither and now we have a Kanima on our hands.”

“What if she’s somehow immune to the bite? How do you know she won’t be immune to the venom too?”

“He said it’s not possible to be immune to the bite. It’s never been done before,” He shook his head, leaning on the desk behind him.

“Oh, so it must be true if Derek said it,” You scoffed. “Your blind devotion will lead to your downfall.“

“I could say the same to you,” He shrugged. You narrowed your eyes, not quite ready to defend the boy he spoke of. “If you wouldn’t have listened to Scott, this would all be over by now. We’re just finishing the job that you couldn’t follow through on the other night.. You can’t save everyone, Y/N.“

“Don’t talk to me about the other night. That’s between my pack and me. I don’t care to hear your opinions or commentary,” You hissed, feeling a dark cloud of anger begin to sneak it’s way back into your subconscious. You took a breath when you saw his face fall, attempting to take your emotions and thoughts back under your control. “Look, there’s a better way of going about this. I don’t want to kill an innocent teenager if we aren’t one hundred percent sure that she really is the Kanima. Forgive me for trying to spare the life of my best friend.”

“You were so eager to kill an innocent teenager the other night. What happened?” He smirked. You clenched your jaw, feeling the storm of emotions quickly brewing in your chest. “Suddenly your morals shift because your afraid of losing someone you love?”

You fell to silence for a moment as you recollected your thoughts, clenching your fists in an attempt to prevent any black mist from forming. “You’re playing with fire, Isaac. Don’t taunt me-.”

“For telling the truth?” He scoffed. “You were fully ready to kill someone’s kid, sibling or friend by the pool. But now that it might be yours, you hesitate?”

With that comment, you felt something snap within you; you were no longer in control of your emotions- your magic. You felt your eyes darken, similar to the way they did the other night. Your fists felt hot as they began to emit the black mist that often decorated them now. His boyish grin faded as you stepped toward him, making him almost trip on the desk he leaned on as he tried to step away.

He attempted to stand up before you held your hand out, making him sit back on the desk as you leaned in close, sensing and feeding off of his fear.

“You forget who you’re talking to, Lahey,” You smiled as your fingers brushed his neck. “Do you realize how easy it would be for me to cut off the circulation to your head? All I have to do is think about the veins and arteries in your neck, and they’ll pop.”

“Let me go-“

“Ah, ah, ah. I’m talking,” You cooed, pressing your finger against his lips and sealing them shut with the help of the black mist. You chuckled dryly. “I think we both know that if you really wanted to help me, you wouldn’t be sitting here mocking and judging me. No, I’m not too convinced you were trying to help me at all. I think Derek sent you to talk to me.”

“Mmm! Mmm!” He mumbled.

“Let me make myself perfectly clear, Isaac,” Your smiled quickly dropped before your tone darkened. “If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I will not hesitate to kill you and your pack. Slowly and painfully. Got it?“

He nodded spitefully before you smiled again, waving your hand to unseal his lips.

“What happened to your pack’s moral code?” He spat, making you let out a breathy chuckle.

“You chose the wrong pack member for that,” You responded before nonchalantly stepping back as if nothing happened. The cloud of black that once covered your hands evaporated as you reached for the door. “Thanks for the heads up though. I gotta get to class.”

“Are you just gonna leave me sitting here?!” Isaac cried as you reached for the door. “I can’t move!”

“Oh, I actually don’t know how to undo that. Don’t worry though, it should wear off soon,” You smiled before leaving the room. You readjusted your backpack as you walked down the now heavily populated hallways of Beacon Hills, looking for your boyfriend. You felt a smirk form on your face, remembering the look of utter fear on Isaac’s face when he couldn’t speak.

You loved the feeling that was left in your body. The power you felt when you hovered above him, the way your magic pumped through your veins like a drug, the chaos you created in his mind; it was addicting.

“Hey! You’ll never guess what my dad told me this morning!” Stiles smiled before looking into your eyes. “Did you cry? Your eyes are bloodshot. Oh my god, are you high?”

“What? No! My allergies are just acting up,” You played it off. “What’s your dad tell you? Wait, is it about Isaac coming back?”

“What the hell? Yeah, actually. How’d you know that?” He tilted his head. Something was off about you this morning, he sensed it but decided against asking about it again.

“He pulled me into a classroom and told me. He also told me that Derek’s going to make Lydia eat the Kanima’s venom to see if she has a reaction to it,” You lowered your voice. “They’re gonna kill her if she doesn’t.”

“Wait, what? They’re gonna kill her? But she didn’t even have a reaction to the bite. What if she’s immune to the supernatural?”

“That’s what I said. But apparently Derek’s convinced that it’s not possible,” You shook your head. “We need a plan.”

“Follow up question: since when are you and Isaac friends?” He questioned.

“We’re not. He just won’t leave me alone,” You huffed. “He thinks I cast some sort of bonding spell when I stopped him from killing you at the Sheriff’s Department a while back.”

“On the night of the full moon. Yeah, I remember that,” He nodded, grabbing his backpack from his locker. “What do you think?”

“I think that theory has Derek written all over it,” You rolled your eyes as you both began walking to class. You felt odd not telling him about the magic you used only minutes prior, but you knew now wasn’t the time to bring up another issue. You needed to focus on Lydia.

It had absolutely nothing to do with the euphoria that came with the magic pumping through your veins and the confidence it brought with it. Or the fact that the sensation went away when you healed yourself with Scott’s blood, leaving you with a light and clear, yet uncomfortably empty mind. It was not your black-misted subconscious clouding your judgement because this was solely for Lydia’s well-being. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

“I don’t know. I’d be on my knees if you looked at me the way you looked at him,” Stiles smirked.

“I’ve had you on your knees for less,” You smiled, making his lips part as a subtle blush rose to his cheeks at your reference to the previous night’s events. You two have been getting hot and heavy for the past few days, not quite going all the way due to parental interruptions but going far enough to almost make due. It was not only your comment that caught him off guard, it was the confidence you said it with too. That alone almost drop to his knees on the spot

“Anyways. Could you catch Scott up on Lydia’s situation? We need to take turns staying by her side today. I got her covered up til Math. Then it’s up to you guys until Chem,” You continued casually before giggling at his flustered appearance. “You feeling okay, baby? You look a little flushed.”

“You fucking asshole. I gotta get to class,” He chuckled as the first bell rang, looking down at your smug look. Before walking off, he leaned down next to your ear and mumbled, “For the record, though, I plan on having you begging you on your knees tonight.”

“I don’t beg,” You narrowed your eyes playfully.

“Yeah? We’ll see about that,” He smiled before kissing your cheek and turned on his heels to walk away, leaving you with the same pink tint on your own cheeks. You let out a small laugh before turning to head the class.

“Why are you so giddy?” Lydia grinned as you took your usual spot beside her.

“No reason,” You responded, making her laugh.

You spent the rest of the day by her side, switching off with Allison or the boys when you didn’t have a shared class. The first three hours dragged along slowly. You kept catching Erica and Isaac’s dirty glares and hushed voices. The anticipation was killing you. You caught yourself looking over your shoulder constantly and keeping Lydia nearby at all times. You even followed her to the bathroom in second hour. You finally let out a breath of relief when you switched shifts with the boys.

After a quick stop to your locker, you made your way down the corridors of the school to your next class. You were lost in thought when you felt a hand grab your upper arm and pull you aside. You quickly whipped around to see your best friend staring back at you.

“Scott, what the fuck?” You gasped. “Jesus you scared the shit out of me. Who’s on Lydia duty?”

“She’s with Allison. Can we talk about the other night?” He sighed. “I hate fighting with you.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you,” You frowned.

“Well, I do,” Scott began, not letting go of your arm in fear of you walking away. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for reacting the way I did at the pool. I know there were a million better ways of having a discussion about our different views and opinions. I blew it way out of proportion. I‘m just.. I don’t know. I’m just scared of the possibility of your magic making you crazy, you know? So I assumed you weren’t in the right headspace but I get now that you were. I’m sorry for doubting you. And for yelling at you. I still don’t necessarily agree with what you did but I really am sorry for being such a dick.”

“You really were a dick, huh?” You smiled, making him laugh.

“So we good?” He grinned. You nodded before he pulled you into a hug. “You promise to tell me if you feel like you’re going crazy?”

“Mhm,” You smiled. It wasn’t a lie; you weren’t going crazy yet. You were just riding the magic high for a little longer.

“Okay,” He chuckled. “I’m gonna go to class. Meet us afterwards?”

———

“Someone help me?” You read off of Stiles’ phone. “What the hell?”

“Maybe she knows!” Scott offered, earning a glare from his best friends. “What?”

“Leave this to the big boys, alright?” Stiles patted his shoulder before turning to you. Allison smiled sympathetically at her boyfriend, holding his hand. “What do you think?”

“Honestly? I don’t think this has any correlation to Derek. You remember how she screamed at the ice rink? It might just be a case of PTSD,” You said, looking down at the screen again. “A really weird one.”

“So what’s the plan for chemistry? I heard we’re doing something weird today. I don’t know if we’ll be able to keep an eye on her the whole time,” Allison spoke up. The four of you looked into the classroom to see Lydia mindlessly doodling in her notebook. You moved aside as the last student from the previous class walked past you before you got an idea.

“Hey, your name’s Nicole, right?” You smiled at the girl, earning a friendly lab. “What are we doing in Chem today?”

“Some lab where we turn goo into crystals. We switched partners a few times,” She answered kindly.

“How many times?” Allison asked.

“Like four.”

“Okay, thanks!” You smiled before turning back to the pack. “Four. That’s perfect! We just have to take turns as her partner!”

“Will do.”

“Sounds good.”

“Shoot.. Guys, we have company,” Allison said as you all walked in. You all rushed to take the seat next to Lydia, earning an odd glare from her and the rest of class.

“I mean I know I’m popular but this is new,” She blinked. You all chuckled before Mr Harris spoke up. He began with his usual insult before explaining the lab.

“You’re going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let’s see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in this group’s case,” He said, looking over at the four of you hovering above Lydia. “Less than one. Erica, you take the first station. You’ll start with-“

He paused when the hands of virtually every teen boy’s hands flew up.

“I didn’t ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal hands down. You’ll start with Mr. McCall,” Mr Harris said before looking over at the four of you again, assigning you all to your stations. Allison was up first with Lydia followed by you then Scott.

Towards the end of class, Stiles switched seats with the girl next to you to have the chance to be your partner for the last rotation.

“Hi,” He greeted.

“Hi,” You smiled. “You’re going to get in trouble.”

“No, I won’t!”

“Mr. Stilinski,” Mr. Harris called as if on cue, drawing all eyes on your boyfriend. “You’re supposed to be at Station Two.”

“But-“

“I don’t want to hear an excuse. You’re lucky I decided against giving you detention. Go!”

“Fine..” Stiles grumbled, gathering his stuff and plopping down at Station Two. He looked over at his partner to see Isaac staring back at him with a smirk. “Great. Of course he’d put me with the killer werewolf.”

“I haven’t killed anyone yet,” Isaac smiled before looking at Lydia who was leaning forward, talking to you. Stiles followed his gaze before frowning.

“If you keep trying to make a move on my girlfriend or lay a hand on her best friend, I’m gonna turn your little werewolf ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present,” Stiles threatened as he continued the experiment next to Isaac.

“Oh?” Isaac chuckled. “I’ll stop trying to make a move when I stop smelling her attraction towards me..”

“Spare me the fake details,” Stiles muttered, mixing the concoction in front of him. “I mean.. if you genuinely believe there’s some sort of special bond between you two, be my guest. She’s not into you, my guy. Just know I’m not too worried about it.”

“I would be,” Isaac chuckled, catching Stiles’ attention. “Don’t get me wrong, she likes you. Loves you even. But there’s a science behind attraction. Pheromones. And I can smell them. She digs me, bro. On a biological level.”

“I’m actually surprised you know such a big word,” Stiles said condescendingly. “Can you even spell the word pheromone?”

“Are you calling me dumb?”

“The fact that you’re asking me for clarification,” Stiles began, looking straight into Isaac’s eyes. “Answers your question.”

“I don’t like you.”

“Cry me a river,” Stiles scoffed.

“Mm, no. I think I’ll fuck your girlfriend instead,” Isaac smiled as he looked back at you, gaining Stiles’ wide-eyed death glare. Isaac shrugged. “I’ve never been very good at crying.”

“Alright, class! Move to your last station!”

“I thought we were only moving four times,” Scott asked Harris.

“Mr. McCall, I’d be more concerned with the state of your crystal than the amount of stations I’m making you move to,” He replied. You all looked at one another before seeing Isaac slip into the seat next to Lydia. There wasn’t much you could do but finish your projects and keep an eye on her from a distance.

You finished your project with another student, proudly lifting up a crystal. You looked to your left only to be greeted by Stiles holding up something that looked like cement in his beaker.

“Now for the part of that last experiment I’m sure you’ll all enjoy,” Mr. Harris smiled. “You can eat it.”

Stiles shot you a look of disgust, making you giggle.

“Go ahead,” You smiled from the desk beside him. “Eat it.”

He scrunched his nose. “Hell no! This looks like the cafeteria’s mashed potatoes.”

“Here, you can eat mine,” You held up your crystal and held it out for him to take a bite. He smiled and took a bite, only for the rest of it to crumble into pieces.

“Oh, man,” He mumbled. “I was gonna give the other half to you.”

“LYDIA!” Scott jumped up, making everyone gasp from his volume. Your eyes quickly shifted to Lydia who sat in her seat in shock, waiting for Scott to say something.

“What?” She asked.

“Uh..” Scot hesitated before realizing he couldn’t do anything about the crystal that was covered in venom. “Nothing.”

The class fell to silence, all watching him as he stood awkwardly behind her before he took his seat again.

She took a bite into the crystal. You waited for her to have a reaction but it never came. The bell rang a few minutes later and she practically skipped out of the classroom.

“Follow me,” Stiles took your hand and led you all to Coach’s empty office for a quick talk.

“Derek’s outside waiting for Lydia,” Scott explained.

“Waiting to kill her?” Allison asked.

“If he thinks she’s the Kanima, then yes,” He nodded. “Especially after what happened at the pool.”

“It’s not her,” Stiles argued.

“Stiles, she didn’t pass the test, man. Nothing happened,” Scott said softly.

“No, it can’t be her,” You agreed. “I feel like I should have some sort of gut feeling, you know?”

“It doesn’t matter because Derek thinks it’s her,” Allison intervened. “So either we can convince him that he’s wrong, or we’ve gotta figure out a way to protect her.”

“I doubt he’ll try anything here,” You chimed in.

“True. Not at school anyways,” Scott nodded.

“What about after school?” Allison questioned. You and Scott fell silent again. “Well what if we can prove Derek’s wrong?”

“By 3:00?” Stiles scoffed.

“Yeah, there could be something in the bestiary!”

“Oh, you mean the 900-page book written in archaic Latin that none of us can read?” Stiles deadpanned. “Good luck with that.”

“Actually I think I might be able to translate it,” You said, gaining everyone’s eyes. “What? You told me to learn Latin so I’ve been learning Latin. I can’t translate it perfectly but I can try.”

“That’ll do. Uh, I can talk to Derek,” Scott suggested. “Maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove that it’s not her. But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?”

“What does that mean?” Al asked.

“It means you can’t heal like I do,” He admitted.

She reached into her bag and grabbed a crossbow. “I can protect myself.”

“Same here,” You smiled. Stiles gave you a look. “What?”

“You still can’t control it, Y/N. It’s probably better if you don’t use magic today,” He spoke softly. “Let’s just keep you out of the crossfire, yeah?”

“Come on! I can be of use today,” You pouted.

“Same,” Allison nodded.

“No, he’s right. I don’t want you guys getting hurt,” Scott nodded before turning to his girlfriend.

“Fine,” You sighed, leaning next to Stiles. You looked over at him and saw him messing with Allison’s crossbow as Scott spoke to her. You zoned out slightly as you watched Stiles pretend to aim and shoot it at Scott.

“Seriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me, okay? I don’t care if your dad finds out. Call, text, scream, yell, whatever. I’ll hear you and I’ll find you as fast as I can,” He grabbed her face, looking deeply into her eyes.

You heard a snort come from your boyfriend. You looked up at Stiles to see that he was laughing at the theatrics of the couple in front of you.

“Stop that,” You whispered to your boyfriend, trying to hold back a laugh as the couple continued on with their conversation. “Let them have their moment.”

“I can’t help it. They’re so dramatic,” He whispered back, catching Scott’s attention.

“Can you guys fuck off?” He huffed.You no liner could hold back a chuckle. Stiles grinned before taking your face into his hands. “Can you blame me for being nervous-“

“Call, text, scream, yell, whatever!” He exclaimed with exaggerated passion.

“You promise you’ll hear me and find me as fast as you can?!” You grabbed at your chest before he kissed you dramatically.

“You two really couldn’t be more perfect for each other if you tried,” Allison rolled her eyes.

“Quick, let’s see who can get their tongue furthest down the other one’s throat!” Stiles pulled away briefly only to lean back in with his tongue sticking out.

“Ew,” You laughed, pushing him away and making him giggle. “Sorry, Scotty. I promise we’ll be careful. If worst comes to worst, I got their backs.“

“Thanks, Y/N,” He smiled, pulling you in for a quick hug. “Be careful, asshole.”

“You too,” You muttered before letting go.

He nodded before turning around and walking back into the hallway. The three of you waited for a moment before Stiles went to go find Lydia. You followed Allison to the library so that you could connect the flash drive to a computer. You took the seat next to hers as she pulled up the page that spoke of the Kanima.

“God, this might be a little out of my reach,” You breathed as you attempted to read the words.

“It’s okay, just try.”

“Okay, uh,” You cleared your throat before continuing. “Kanima. Like the wolf, it’s power is greatest at the moon’s peak… Hold on, what does this mean..?”

“You speak French and take Spanish, fill in the blank,” Allison sighed. You have her a look, annoyed with her pushy tone. “Uh, sorry. I meant to say please.”

“Alright, it says that like the wolf, the Kanima is a social creature, but where the wolf seeks a pack, the Kanima seeks… a friend?” You finished. “What does that mean?”

“Maybe it’s lonely?” Allison asked before a look of realization dawned upon her. “Oh my god. Like a teenager.”

You gathered Lydia and Jackson as soon as the bell rang and drove them to Scott’s house. As soon as you all got into the foyer, Stiles turned around and locked every single lock on the front door before turning around to see Lydia’s confused and unamused look

“Uh, there’s been a few break-ins around the neighborhood,” Stiles pursed his lips.

You grabbed a nearby chair and placed it under the door handle, shifting their attention to you.

“And a murder,” You added.

“Yeah, it was bad,” Stiles agreed, trying not to smile. Lydia furrowed her brows, opening her mouth to say something before Jackson beat her to it.

“Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute,” He said before leading her to Scott’s room.

“Nice job, you two,” Allison chuckled. “That was almost convincing!”

“Almost?” You and Stiles questioned.

“Well, I for one think we were pretty damn good,” He smiled, giving you a high five.

The three of you continued to chat for the next hour, choosing to ignore the argument that was taking place upstairs. You made sure to lock every door and window around the house. You opted to stay at the entrance of the house because it allowed you to have a better view of the street.

“The sun’s going down,” You mumbled, gaining the attention of the two teenagers. “They should be coming soon.”

“They’re here,” Allison whispered, peeking out of the window. Stiles’ eyes widened before he scrambled to the nearest window, taking a look for himself. “We need to call Scott.”

“Here,” Stiles dug his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Allison. She told Scott it was time for him to come home before hanging up and handing it back to Stiles. You all sat around for another ten minutes, waiting in anticipation for them to attack but nothing happened. “What are you doing?”

You looked over at Allison to see her messing on her phone. She looked up with teary eyes.

“I think… I think I have to call my dad,” Her voice was shaky.

“No, but if he finds you here, you and Scott-“ Stiles protested.

“I know,” She interrupted, making the room fall to silence. “But what are we supposed to do? They’re not here to scare us, okay? They’re here to kill Lydia.”

You all stopped and glanced back at the pack of werewolves that slowly paced around in the front yard. You looked over at Allison, seeing her antsy hands debate on calling her father.

“I got an idea,” Stiles said, looking at Allison. “Just shoot one of them.”

“Are you serious?” She breathed.

“We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let’s do it,” Stiles spoke as if he didn’t know who he was convincing; the two of you or himself. “Or at least give it a shot, right?”

“Okay,” Allison said.

“What about me?” You asked.

“Hold off for a second. They don’t think we’re going to fight. So if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they’ll take off,” He shrugged. “So just shoot one of them.”

Allison slowly moved the curtain and looked out again. “Which one?”

“Derek. Yeah, shoot him. Preferably in the head,” Stiles said.

“If Scott can catch an arrow, Derek definitely can,” Allison shook her head.

“Okay, then shoot Isaac,” Stiles muttered, recalling their earlier conversation. “Again, preferably in the head.”

“Isaac’s not out there.”

“What do you mean? I just saw him,” You protested, peeking out to see only the other three standing together. You felt your stomach drop before seeing Allison aim. You looked over at her right as a hand reached out for her and knocked her to the ground. “What the-“

You felt someone flip you over their shoulder, and next thing you knew, you were lying on the floor gasping for the air that got knocked out of you.

“Hey!” Stiles shouted before Isaac sent him flying backwards into the wall. He groaned as he hit the floor. He looked up to see Isaac was making his way back to you. “Now, Y/N! Use your magic now!”

You smiled. The energy you’d been pushing down since that morning all rushed into you within milliseconds. It was a different sensation than before; your hands no longer misted and your chest didn’t feel as heavy. This was less overwhelming and less powerful but easier to control. It wasn’t coming from a place of emotions, you’d consciously summoned the magic.

“Y-your eyes are glowing green!” Stiles called, worried it was a bad sign.

“You sure want a round two, Lahey?” You smirked, hopping back onto your feet. “You weren’t much of a match this morning. What changed?”

“I’m actually trying to hurt you now,” He smiled before lunging at you. You held out your hand, focusing on and sent him flying back.

“This is you trying? How cute!” You laughed, looking at Allison and motioning upstairs with your head. She nodded and ran up. “Go.”

He growled with frustration before jumping on his feet and running towards you. You put your hand up but he dodged the force you sent his way. Your eyes widened before you jumped out of his way, kicking off of a nearby wall and running around him. He was right on your heels though. You thought you’d successfully dodged him before you felt his hand grab a fistful of you hair and pull you back, sending your body flying towards the front door. You grunted before looking up to see you’d landed between Erica’s legs.

“And you call yourself a witch,” She sneered, lifting you up by your shirt and holding you in the air. “Where is she?”

“Who? You’re gonna have to be a little more specific. There are a few women here,” You smiled.

She frowned before launching you into the dining room table. You felt the wood break against your back as you flew into it. You groaned again, feeling the pain erupt in your ribs as you rolled on your side. You coughed as you sat up, seeing dribbles of blood fly from your lips. Erica giggled before slowly making her way back to you. She pushed your shoulder back into the broken table, making you hiss from pain.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time. And if you don’t answer me, well,” She hovered above you and looked to her left. You saw Isaac holding his claws up to Stiles’ neck, similar to the way Peter held Kate in her last moments. “We kill him.”

You felt your chest tighten with anxiety before a wave of anger settled into your chest. Before you knew it, you felt the familiar black mist take over your mind one again. Your eyes no longer shine green; instead, they were now completely dark, the black covering even the whites in your eyes. Your hands began to mist and the pain in your body subsided into nothingness as magic pumped powerfully through every vein in your body.

“That little magic trick with your eyes doesn’t scare me, princess. Where is she?” Erica purred. “WHERE IS SH-“

She grabbed at her throat as she tried to choke in some air. You stared blankly at her, not moving a muscle as you lifted her and launched her backwards with lethal force. Your eyes snapped towards the claws that teased at your boyfriend’s flesh. Isaac’s eyes widened with fear before his wrist snapped backwards, touching the back of his forearm. He screeched in pain and dropped to the ground, gripping his arm.

“Okay, Y/N! That’s enough!” Stiles cried as you walked toward Isaac. You looked up blankly before fixing your gaze on the boy whimpering on the floor again. “Y/N! Don’t!”

You lifted your hand, not knowing exactly what force would come out, wanting nothing more than to see the boy who threatened your boyfriend dead, when out of the corner of your eye, you saw Erica run up stairs. Your head snapped her way before running towards the stairs to stop her from finding Lydia.

“Scott!” Stiles breathed as he saw his best friend run into the dining room. “She’s out of control again!”

“Who? Lydia?!” He asked, looking over to see you running up the stairs. “Oh shit..”

Scott didn’t hesitate to follow you, jumping over the rubble and onto the stairs. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back. He almost gasped at the sight of your eyes; completely overtaken by darkness, ready to kill.

“Let go of me! She’s going after Allison!”

Allison. He faltered; every cell in his body was telling him to go protect his girlfriend. But something told him that if he left you in this state, you’d kill Derek’s pack without hesitation. He smelled your craving to kill; there was a chance you wouldn’t just stop with his pack. Morally, he couldn’t leave you alone, regardless of Allison’s dangerous situation.

“Look at me!” He shouted, showing his golden eyes.

“Let go!” You pleaded.

“I SAID LOOK AT ME!” He roared. Your body instantly stopped fighting his grip, relaxing into his touch as you looked into his eyes. “Snap out of it! Fight it! You’re stronger than this.”

He watched as the whites of your eyes and your Y/E/C orbs returned to normal. You gasped before blinking in confusion, looking around at your surroundings.

“You good?” He asked urgently.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” You nodded before looking towards his room. “Oh my god, Allison. Erica was-”

“Go find Stiles, I got Al,” He ordered before running off.

You slowly made your way back downstairs, grabbing at your throbbing ribs as you hobbled into the entryway. You quickly found your boyfriend, hovering over Isaac. They both looked up at you as you walked into the dining room. Your heart sank at the look of fear they both gave you. What have you done?

You awkwardly wrapped your arms around yourself, opening your mouth to say something before hearing Scott come back downstairs with Erica dangled limply on his shoulder. He grabbed the collar of Isaac’s shirt before opening the door and throwing them both out of the house. Allison and Stiles both followed Scott out but you hesitated, not knowing if they wanted to be near you. You didn’t even want to be near you.

Stiles noticed your hesitation and reached out his hand, inviting you to come with him. You looked at it before back into his warm gaze, taking his hand into yours as he guided you onto the porch. The four of you looked down at Derek proudly.

“I think I’m finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott,” The Alpha spoke. “You’re not an Omega. You’re already an Alpha of your own pack… But you know you can’t beat me.”

“I can hold you off until the cops get here,” Scott responded as distant sirens grew louder. Footsteps scurried along the roof, catching everyone’s attention. You all ran out from under the roof to catch a glimpse of the Kanima. It looked over at you all and screeched before running off. You felt Stiles grab your waist and pull you in subconsciously.

Lydia’s heels clanked on the ground as she ran out of the house.

“Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on!?” She demanded.

“…It’s Jackson,” Scott muttered.

CHAPTER 6 ->

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Chapter 4

S2 Episode Four

SUMMARY: Stiles witnesses a new attack firsthand. The pack tries to get a hold of the bestiary. Y/N and Scott continue the dating charade and finally find out what the hell the new monster is.

WORD COUNT: 7719 *gasps and clutches pearls*

TW: cursing, arguing i feel like i need to stop posting a tw bc these mfs stay cursing and arguing

“They’re coming back, so we don’t have much time to talk,” Deaton explained before checking Scott’s wound, only to see a healthy scar beginning to disappear. “Delvoux blood. Powerful stuff, huh?”

“How do you know all of this?” Scott questioned as you stepped back towards Stiles, his hand instantly made his way to the small of your back. “Actually how do you know anything?”

“It’s a long story,” He replied. “What I can tell you is that I know about your kind. Your kind, I can help. Y/N, I can only tell you what I know. The rest is up to you. But this?”

He motioned over his shoulder.

“This is something different.”

“Do you know what did it?” You asked, desperately wanting to ask more questions about his previous comment but refraining due to the urgency of the situation.

“No. But the Argents will. And this is the crucial part,” Deaton looked back at Scott, speaking urgently. “They’ll have some kind of record or book. Little have descriptions, history, notations of all the things they’ve discovered.”

“All the things?” Stiles whined. “How many different things are there?”

“They’re here,” Scott breathed. You both looked over at him with wide eyes before you all opted to run into the dark hallway that led towards the kennels. Scott made sure to stand the closest to the door in an effort to protect his best friends. His eyes looked over at you before slowly putting his index finger to his lips. You nodded.

“I’m starting to think I need to buy a more prominent close sign,” Deaton spoke, warning you all of their presence. Stiles noticed the fear in your eyes and took your hand in his reassuringly.

You all listened into the tense conversation; the creature had easily cut through bone and organs with a single swipe. It was evident that it was no longer just werewolves and hunters you needed to fear; this was an entirely new beast. Something faster, stronger, and more dangerous. It didn’t seek to eat prey like the usual natural predators; it’s only purpose was to kill.

After they left, Deaton told you all to go home. He didn’t want you to stay too long with this killer on the loose. You all crawled back into your car and made your way to the Beacon Hills car shop. You all spoke of the night before deciding to put a pin in the conversation so that you could all gather your thoughts and brainstorm ideas.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you?” You furrowed your brows.

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s gonna take about an hour anyway. You need to get the car back to your dad. I don’t want you to piss him off,” Stiles smiled. You sighed. “I’ll be fine. Get outta here!”

“Okay! Okay!” You laughed as he reached over to kiss your cheek before making his exit. Scott was quick to take the front seat. “God, I can’t wait to have my own car.”

“Join the club,” He chuckled before you drove away. You had intended on driving him back to his car but you took off into one of your usual conversations, stopping to sing along to one of your dad’s infamous burned CDs. You pulled into the school parking lot and parked next to Melissa’s car, only to spend the next hour and a half chatting and giggling. Once the much needed, lighthearted conversation came to a lull, you both decided to talk about the night’s events again for the next twenty minutes.

“I think it should be pretty easy to convince Allison to help us get that journal,” Scott shrugged, readjusting in his seat before sighing. “I’m actually still a little bummed that she canceled on me tonight. I was really looking forward to seeing her tonight.”

“Oh, I’m sure you were,” You rolled your eyes, making him laugh. “Hey, at least you got to spend time with your best friend!”

“Yeah, except he had to go to the shop,” Scott smirked. Your jaw dropped as you playfully punched his arm.

“Asshole!” You laughed.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” He giggled. “This has actually been really nice.“

The sound of your distinct ringtone went off, reminding you that it had been well over an hour since you’ve heard from your boyfriend. You looked down and saw his caller ID.

“Hold that thought,” You smiled before answering. “Hello?”

“Y/N. Could you come pick me up?” Stiles’ voice sounded frantic.

“Yeah. What’s wrong?” You sat up, gaining Scott’s full attention. The car fell to silence, only the sound of the faint rainfall and phone call protruded through it.

“I saw the monster,” His voice was shaky. “I have no clue how it did it but it paralyzed me somehow.”

“Oh my god. Are you okay?” You felt your heart sink.

“Yeah,Iam but..” He trailed off. Just from the way he spoke, you knew he saw the monster claim its latest victim. He sighed. “Can you, uh.. could you come pick me up?“

“We’re on the way,” You responded. Scott buckled in again as you sped back towards Tucker’s garage. It didn’t take very long to arrive seeing as you frantically sped down the streets of Beacon Hills. You were greeted with a line up of cop cars and ambulances. “What the hell..?”

Scott looked over to catch Stiles walk towards the car before taking a seat in the back of your father’s car. You both turned to him, hearing his shaky breaths. The rain had now picked up. He was soaked.

“I saw it. I had temporary paralysis too but it didn’t come anywhere near me. I think it was from skin contact to its venom,” He began, looking at his hands. He went on to explain everything he saw and experienced that night; the reptilian beast, the way it crushed Tucker, the way it just ran away after seeing him. “Deaton was right. It’s not like you. I mean, its eyes were almost, like… reptilian. But there was something about them.”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked.

“You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can see are their eyes? And you feel like you know ‘em, but you just can’t figure out who it is?” Stiles finally looked up, careful to avoid your gaze. Your soft, caring, ever-loving gaze; it would cripple him emotionally after witnessing the horrendous death of a man. You didn’t take it to heart, you knew him well enough to realize that he was trying his hardest to push off the impending panic attack.

“Are you saying you know who it is?” Scott furrowed his brow.

“No,” Stiles shook his head, looking back down for a second. “But I think it knew me.”

———

You dropped Scott off at the school once again before driving back to your place. The second he hopped in front, you didn’t pressure him to talk. You simply took his hand in yours and asked, “Your place or mine?”

“Can we drop by my house so I can pick up some clothes? I can’t drive us to school tomorrow because they’re impounding my Jeep,” Stiles’ eyes wandered to your delicate hand in his own, rubbing at the back of it with his thumb.

“I almost forgot about that. Yeah, for sure,” You nodded, making a quick stop at his house and quickly returning to your father’s apartment. You explained enough of the night’s events to your dad. He wasn’t angry and even agreed to letting Stiles stay the night again. You warmed up leftovers and ate in a comfortable silence before going to bed.

Stiles finally opened up about the night; not just the events but how they made him feel. The task that had been impossible in the past was effortless when he had you in his arms. Being vulnerable around you was second nature now, especially when you rubbed his chest the way you were in that moment.

You fell asleep before him, and with that, so did his racing mind. His thoughts slowly came to a stop the more he talked to you, but nothing calmed him down more than when he heard the familiar sounds of your drowsy breathing. He rested easy with your arm wrapped lazily around his torso as you slept peacefully beside him.

———

“I’m so sorry about the other day. I’m trying. We’ll get through this. Uh, I know, because I love you. I love you more than-“ Stiles cut himself off at the sound of your giggles, looking away from Scott before groaning. “Oh, my God, I can’t. You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate.”

“Come on, you guys are the only ones that we can trust!” Scott pleased before shifting his attention to you. “Is she coming to the game tonight?”

“Mhm. She said she wouldn’t miss it for the world,” You smiled. “But we really need to get that journal. I’d offer to go talk to her but I have class in a couple minutes.”

“I think Deaton meant to call it a Bestiary,” Stiles replied.

“What?” Scott asked.

“A Bestiary.”

“I think you mean bestiality,” Scott giggled.

“No, dumbass. It’s like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures,” You chuckled.

“How am I the only one who doesn’t know anything about this stuff?”

“Okay, you’re our best friend, you’re a creature of the night… It’s kind of, like, a priority of ours,” Stiles explained.

“Okay. If we can find it, it can tell us what this thing is-“ Scott began.

“And who,” You chimed in.

“…We need that book!” The boys shouted simultaneously.

“Keep me updated?” You stood up, gathering your book and binder into your arms. “I really need to get to class.”

———

“She thought it was bestiality too?!” You threw your head back in laughter as you drove Stiles to the Lacrosse field for the game. “I do not want to know what’s going on in their heads.”

“That’s exactly what I said!” He grinned. “Thanks for the ride. I gotta go warm up! I love you!”

“I love you too,” You giggled, getting out of the car. The stadium was already filling up with eager lacrosse fans.

Your eyes panned over the crowd, seeing Allison sitting with her grandfather and making a mental note to steer clear until she gave you the signal for when she got a hold of the keys. You opted to take a seat next to Melissa, hugging her as you greeted her.

“Hi, sweetheart!” She grinned, holding you tightly before scooting over and patting the seat next to her. “I was saving you a seat.”

“Thank you!” You smiled, happily plopping down next to her.

“I find it so odd that you want to sit next to me instead of your friends,” She laughed.

“We’ve been lacrosse buddies since middle school! I’m not about to give up that title just because I made new friends this year,” You shrugged. “Plus, you’re cooler than they are.”

“You mind telling Scott that?” Melissa joked, making you chuckle. “Oh! It’s starting!”

You watched as the boy nicknamed The Abomination plowed through a good percentage of the team, leaving Coach no choice but to play the kids he would otherwise never give a chance. You looked over at Allison to see her holding out three fingers as the keys dangled from her hand. The signal.

“I’ll be right back,” You excused yourself.

“Okay, sweetie,” Melissa smiled. “I’m gonna go get some popcorn.”

You both got up and walked your separate ways. You made your way to Allison, reaching for the keys, only to see Stiles’ hand beat you to it. He looked back and smirked as you jogged to catch up to him, making his way to the school.

“Hey! That was my job,” You giggled.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t stand to watch that Hulk of a man break another set of legs,” He shivered.

“Jesus, that guy is OP as fuck,” You huffed. “You think he’s a werewolf?”

“No, Scott would’ve noticed by now I think,” He shook his head.

“Oh, so he’s on steroids,” You smiled at the ground as you stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Oh yeah. Man’s roided up,” He chuckled. “Man, I really thought it was him too. I don’t think this is gonna be as easy as we thought it was.”

“What? Who said this was gonna be easy?” You laughed.

“Scott,” Stiles paused as you raised your brows. “Okay, yeah. That’s on me for believing him. He’s a dumbass.”

“Such a dumbass. But he’s our dumbass,” You commented, making him chuckle.

You continued to talk for a few more minutes before you heard sobbing coming from a familiar car. “Oh my god. Is that Lydia?”

“Fuck,” You breathed. “I should probably go talk to her. You good going in by yourself?”

“Yeah, it should be easy enough. Go check up on her, I got this covered,” He smiled, giving you a quick kiss before jogging into the building. You drew in a breath, still a little bitter about the way she treated you the other night. Regardless, you swallowed your pride and walked up to her car.

“Hey, Lydia,” You said softly, making her jump. “It’s just me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” She wiped her tears. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk. I’ve been such a bitch to you lately.”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” You smiled, making her chuckle through the tears. “But you’re still my friend. Can I hop in?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it… but, uh.. I could use some company,” She said as you settled into her passenger’s seat.

“Okay,” You nodded, placing a reassuring hand on her back. Lydia cried for a few more minutes as you gently rubbed up and down her back. Once she collected herself again, she apologized for her behavior at the rink. You smiled, hearing the sincerity in her voice alone was enough to forgive her. You spent the next half an hour trying to cheer her up by talking about anything that came to mind. You even began making her laugh towards the end.

“I really appreciate you, Y/N. This year has been…” She drew in a breath before continuing. “Rough, to say the least. You and Allison were the only good things that came out of it. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just for being you. Thank you,” She reached forward for a hug you gladly accepted. “But I’m really tired from the crying. I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Okay, drive safe. Call me if you need someone to talk to,” You smiled before getting out of the car. You looked at your phone to see if Stiles had texted.

7:32 PMStiles: THIS JOURNAL IS SO HARD TO FIND FOR WHAT

7:40 PM Stiles:oh, hope she’s okay lol

7:43 PM Stiles: i’m like 90% sure it’s not in here but i’ll keep looking :/

You chuckled at his messages, looking at the building to see the principal’s office lit up. You walked towards the entrance, only the sound of your feet to keep you company. The path was darker than usual, it seemed like a few light posts had gone out recently. You felt a funny feeling arise in your chest before you noticed a second pair of footsteps behind you. They were much too heavy and calculated to belong to your boyfriend.

You turned around and held out a defensive hand, ready to use any type of magic to ward off the potential threat. You watched Isaac gasp and flinch.

“Jesus! Be careful with that thing!” He breathed. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

“That’s hard to believe,” You scoffed, refusing to put your hand down. You wanted to make your hand ooze with black smoke to intimidate him but knew you’d probably end up hurting him on accident. You hadn’t gotten around to training your powers so they were incredibly unpredictable. Seeing as he hadn’t tried anything, that option seemed a little premature. “What do you want?”

“I’d like for you to put your hand down,” He chuckled. You didn’t cave in. “Or not. That’s fine. Look, I just wanted to apologize for the other day.”

“I don’t need to hear your heartbeat to know that’s a hot load of shit, Lahey,” You rolled your eyes, putting your hand down cautiously.

“I’m not,” He began. “I really do feel bad-“

“Feel bad for trying to beat up my best friend or siding with the bad guy?”

“Uh, both?”

“I have somewhere to be,” You spoke with annoyance.

“I’m serious, you know,” He called as you turned around. “Just know my intentions are never to hurt you.. or your friends. I’m following my alpha’s lead but I draw the line with you.”

“Because of my blood?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Not exactly. Remember that night when I first turned and you did that thing with your eyes to stop me from killing Stiles?” He looked around, stepping closer as he lowered his voice. “I don’t know what type of witchy bullshit that was but I literally can’t bring myself to hurt you. And I’ve tried. But it’s like I get paralyzed. And I can’t get you out of my mind. I’m constantly thinking of you to the point that it has been getting in the way of my training. I think you made some sort of bond that night.”

“Did Derek tell you to say that?” You scoffed, making his face drop.

“What? No,” He was offended. “He’d probably kill me if he knew I was telling you this.”

“I don’t believe you,” You shrugged. He paused, narrowing his eyes with an amused smile plastered on his face.

“Your heart skipped a beat,” He leaned against the stairway’s railing.

“Look, I’m sure I left some sort of impression but a bond would require us both to feel that way. And I don’t. But even if I do believe you, what do you expect me to do about it?” You snapped. “Did my heart skip a beat that time?”

“You’re pretty when you’re mad.”

“Wanna see how pretty I look when I send you flying into the parking lot?” You smiled sarcastically, making him quickly glance at your hand to make sure you weren’t acting on your threat. You smirked, almost feeling guilty at how much satisfaction his fear gave you.

You felt the familiar sinking feeling in your stomach pull your gaze towards stands before a panicked roar on the field erupted. You felt a magnetic pull towards Scott.

“You better go check on him,” He looked over at the field. “That didn’t sound too good.”

You quickly jogged back around the stands and to the field only to be greeted by a crowd that was making its way towards a wounded player on the ground. You quickly ran around them and saw Scott sprawled out with his right heel practically touching his right elbow. You darted up next to him and Allison, sliding a bit on your knees as you beat the crowd to him.

“Oh my god, your leg!” Your heart clenched empathetically.

“Pull me up,” Scott breathed as the crowd began gathering round.

“But-“

“Y/N. Pull me up please!” He pleaded urgently. You extended your hand as he rose up from the ground before wrapping an arm around you for stability.

“Don’t move!” Coach ordered.

“Scott!” His mother called.

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” He chuckled. “I’m fine! I’m fine.”

“I could’ve sworn I literally hear bone breaking from where I sat,” Melissa breathed.

“Heard it? I felt it,” Coach added.

“Guys, seriously, I’m fine.”

“We should go,” Allison walked up to her grandfather.

“Hold on,” Gerard paused as the crowd dispersed. “I wanna ask him one more thing.”

You stuck around to hear Gerard invite you both to dinner, not taking any excuses as an answer. You were about to protest one last time before Scott agreed. You shot him a glare. “We’ll be there!”

“Ah! That’s what I like to hear!” The old man grinned, walking away as he called out again. “We’ll meet you there after the game.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You hissed after he was gone, taking his hand off of your shoulder. “We?!We’ll be there? No. No, no, no. I’m not going with you!”

“Y/N, please? I-“

“No, Scott!” You shouted, earning a few glares from the players who walked back on the field. You rolled your eyes and guided Scott back toward the sideline as the game started up again. “I’m tired of playing along with this stupid fucking charade! You saw the way Stiles reacted last time! No way.”

“Just this once!” Scott begged. “I mean.. This will be the last time! I swear to God. I’ll tell Stiles about everything, okay? I’ll send him a text right now. He can’t get mad if this stupid fucking charade saves my life! Not to mention, there won’t be any hiding or lying! Please!”

“Scott,” You groaned.

“Please. Please. Ple-“

“OKAY FINE!” You exclaimed. “Oh my god. Are you twelve? You fucking owe me big time! Call him and explain right now. And if he’s not cool with it, you’re on your own, got it?”

“Okay! Okay! I will! Thank you!”

You smiled and flipped the bird before taking your seat next to Melissa once again. You both chatted as Scott grinned and shot you a thumbs up, running back into the last couple minutes of the game.

8:14 PMStiles:i’m gonna kill him. those cold-blooded murder documentaries you watch will make a whole ass episode dedicated to me

8:15 PMY/N: dedicated to us*

8:15 PMStiles: THIS. this is why i love you

8:16 PMStiles: btw can’t find the journal. i’m gonna try to look around the secretary’s office now. i’ll call if i need you

You smiled and turned off your phone to watch the rest of the game.

———

“Oh, good! You’re back. Dinner’s almost ready,” Mrs Argent called from the kitchen as the four of you wandered into her home.

“How was the game?”

“Why don’t you ask the star player?” Gerard smiled. The couple’s gazes shifted disapprovingly to your best friend.

“Hi,” He pursed his lips.

The dinner was eaten in awkward silence. Small chat was attempted by Gerard to no avail. You kept your eyes low, smiling from time to time as you looked around.

“Alright,” Gerard wiped his hands off with a baby blue napkin. “Why is everyone so quiet? Is it that uncomfortable that they dated?”

You almost choked on the green bean you swallowed at the way her parents looked at Scott.

“Did you ask them if they’d be uncomfortable?” Chris questioned.

“Okay, I know it’s been a few centuries since I was a teenager, but even back then, we dated and broke up all the time!” His father smiled.

“We’re fine. Besides, they’re dating now,” Allison smiled. “Right, Scott?”

It took every ounce of you to hold back an eye roll when you saw the look of utter admiration on Scott’s face when he responded; he couldn’t help but to look at Allison as if she’d hung the stars. “Yup.”

“You two are dating?” Mrs Argent questioned. You smiled and nodded. “You will never cease to amaze me with the women you manage to pull.”

“That’s exactly what my mom said too,” Scott chuckled, choosing to ignore the obvious insult.

“Oh, I see,” Gerald sighed. “Y/N’s the reason you broke up.”

“No!” You all tried to speak at the same time, pausing when you realized how quick the unanimous response was.

“No, uh..” Scott wiped his mouth before continuing. “Things just got.. complicated between me and Allison. We broke up way before we got together. I only caught feelings for Y/N when we were both nursing each other’s broken hearts from our previously failed relationships. Our families are really close so they always said it was only a matter of time.”

That was oddly convincing, you thought, impressed at the effortless fib.

“Plus, Allison broke up with me,” He finished. You choked down a laugh at the way Allison’s mouth dropped open.

“No offense, Scott,” Chris spoke up with a forced smile. “But I think maybe Allison felt the two of you were just growing apart.”

“As if the father’s opinion isn’t biased,” Gerard interjected. “How do you know they weren’t as passionate as Romeo and Juliet?”

Your lips parted at his rude comment. Even as his fake girlfriend, that fucking hurt! Why would he even say that in front of his (fake) girlfriend?

“Well, Romeo and Juliet commuted ritual suicide,” You deadpanned, earning a smile from Chris.

“Exactly. They could’ve used a little less passion,” He agreed.

“Can we please talk about something else?” Allison blushed.

“Brilliant idea,” Her mother muttered.

“Scott,” Chris instructed. “How about you help me grab dessert from the kitchen?”

You turned to him with wide eyes as he got up, knowing that couldn’t be good. The two walked out of the room and disappeared behind the door, leaving the four of you alone. You smiled up at Allison, desperately trying to change the mood. “So, uh, how’d you do on the Econ exam?”

“A, you?” She mirrored your expression.

“Same,” You giggled.

“Smart girl,” Gerard chuckled. “Victoria, did you know Y/N is well on her way to becoming the valedictorian in their grade?”

“No, I actually didn’t,” She replied. “There’s a lot of new things I’m learning about her tonight.”

“She also knows French!”

“Oh?”

“Uh, yeah,” You laughed uncomfortably at the spotlight, not quite knowing how he knew that about you. “My dad taught it to me growing up. He worked internationally in France and Canada so I also picked it up when we traveled.“

“French!” Gerard grinned. “Our family comes from France!”

“Mine too,” You smiled and decided to compliment Mrs Argent on the meal. “Mes compliments au chef. C’est magnifique.”

“Merci beaucoup,” She thanked you with a smile as the men returned with the dessert. The table fell to silence once again.

“Do you mind if we’re excused?” Allison asked. “There’s actually some notes from English I need to go over with these two.”

“Mhm,” Gerard responded sweetly before the three of you got up and followed Allison up to her grandfather’s room. You all looked around quietly for the leather bound journal for a few seconds before Allison pulled back a jacked from a piece of furniture only to reveal a safe.

“There goes that plan,” She frowned.

“Wait..” You furrowed your brow. “Scott, people use stethoscopes to crack the code on those things all the time. What if you-“

“Already on it,” He grinned, he kneeled down beside the safe and pressed his ear up to it as he fumbled with the knob, opening it only seconds after.

“Do you wanna hit a few banks later?” Allison asked, making you all chuckle. Scott grabbed the leather journal, seeing only old recipes written on the pages. “Oh my god. It’s a cookbook.”

He placed it back in the safe before your phone buzzed. You grabbed it to see Stiles calling.

“Y/N, no,” Scott ordered. “Shut it off. We can’t-“

“Hey, I’m a little busy,” You answered regardless. “Can I-“

“Y/N!” His voice echoed as the sound of water splashing filled the background. “That lizard thing is here and I’m trapped with Derek at the school’s pool. I need your help! Bring Scott!” He said breathless and with urgency.

“Okay, okay, we’re on the way!” You looked at Scott before the phone call ended. “We need to go.”

“What? What about the book?” Allison asked with concern.

“We’ll figure it out later,” Scott kissed her. “Stiles needs our help.”

You all ran downstairs to bid her family a polite farewell before you hopped back in Scott’s mom’s car and took off. You arrived in a matter of minutes, running straight in.

“WAIT!” Scott ran up in front of you. “Stay behind me. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Okay. Go! Go!” You turned him by his shoulder before you both took off running again, whipping corners and descending from stair cases similarly to when Peter kept you all hostage in the school for a night. Scott burst through the doors to reveal two very tired men in the pool. You saw Stiles reach for the diving post in an effort to stop swimming before he and Derek sank into the water. Scott growled, shifting into his werewolf self, and pulled them out.

“Oh my god, are you alive?” You breathed out as you cupped his cheeks in your hands. He breathed heavily but nodded. “Derek, you alright?”

As you spoke you saw a figure on all four approach at an ungodly speed. You looked up in fear, holding your hands up and closing your eyes. You didn’t even think to use magic, but it seemed to come naturally when you were angry or afraid. It still controlled you. You felt the familiar black smoke surround your hands but were too afraid to open your eyes to reveal what you’d done.

“Oh my god,” Stiles muttered. “How the hell are you doing that?”

You finally opened your eyes to see the creature jump over a sort of translucent black mist surrounding the three of you, instead it went for Scott. You couldn’t tell if it was some sort of force field or if provided you al with invisibility. Maybe it was something else entirely. To be frank, you couldn’t care less. Because whatever you just did, it was working.

“I don’t know,” You shook your head, looking over in time to see Scott fly into a mirror. “But stay inside of it.”

“What do you mean? No, don’t go out there!” He shouted.

“I’m getting really tired of playing good girl and listening to everyone’s damn orders today,” You murmured as you stepped foot outside of the mist. “HEY!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?” Scott cried as the lizard looked over at you before approaching. You held out your hands, feeling them kick you back as you sent a force flying into the creature, sending it flying with bone shattering force to the opposite wall. It quickly got back to its feet and shot you a look of utter anger before charging once again.

You felt a bigger kickback when you sent another force out of your hands, sending it flying back for a second time. It landed with a thud, grunting a little before hesitantly getting back up.

It quickly snapped out of its fear. With a look of death, it ran at you with its full speed, almost not giving you enough time to prepare. Almost. You screamed, feeling the same black mist that surrounded Stiles and Derek begin to appear on your hands. This time it was darker than ever, hiding your hands completely in its smoke. You sent as much force into it as you could. It flew back and fell into the ground. Silence followed when the creature didn’t so much as twitch.

“What the fuck, Y/N!?” Scott shouted with anger from his wall. “We aren’t fucking killers. Why’d you do that?!”

“It’s not dead!” You argued.

“It looks pretty dead to me,” Stiles grumbled as the black mist around him dispersed.

“You need to get in control of your fucking powers. Don’t let them control you! You caved into your urge to kill tonight-“

“I don’t have an urge to kill!” You argued. “I’m not like you!”

“You’re right. Because I can actually control it,” He contended. Your lips parted in disbelief.

“Guys, maybe we should just-“ Stiles began.

“I recognized that look, Y/N. I was the same way!”

“I didn’t mean to fucking kill it, Scott!” You shouted. “I just wanted to stun it so we can get the fuck out of here. We’re wasting time! So let’s go!”

“There’s a teenager in there that you might’ve just murdered and you want to leave?!” He was persistent. He wanted to have one of your infamous arguments. At times, the two of you were capable of arguments that only siblings could bounce back from. Good thing you were bonded. “Own up to your actions!”

“I DIDN’T KILL IT!” You snapped. “Look, Scott! It’s breathing. And you should be thanking me because you didn’t exactly have that fight under control.”

“Guys?” Stiles’ spoke cautiously. “The monster-“

“Yes, I did!”

“No, you didn’t!” You spoke to him in a condescending tone. “I had it under control. And for that matter, I fucking savedyou!”

“Hey! Hello?! Guys!” Your boyfriend raised his voice to no avail. “It’s g-“

“At what cost?!” Scott pointed over to where the monster laid, only to see it was gone. “Where’d it go?”

Your heart dropped at the sight. You walked back towards Scott out of habit as you both looked around. He picked up a shard of the broken mirror as a defense.

Suddenly, the monster jumped from high ground and appeared beside Scott, hissing before it walked at an eerily slow pace. Whatever it’s next move was, it was calculated. Scott held out the mirror and snarled.

The monster took a glance and tilted its head. It seemed to be entranced at the sight. You both furrowed your brows in confusion before it jumped on the wall beside you and climbed out of the room, breaking the glass ceiling on its way.

“Now who saved who?” He said smugly.

“Can we just drop it? It’s alive, alright? The argument is over,” Stiles sighed.

“The argument’s not about the fact it’s alive. It’s about how she almost killed an innocent person.”

“Innocent? Oh my god!” You scoffed. “I’m so tired of talking about this!”

“Then stop talking and listen!”

“All I’ve been doing is listening to you! The fake relationship, the dinner with the Argents- Scott, I basically obey your every command! Even when I know for a fact that you’re wrong!” You paused, seeing his face fall slightly. You breathed heavily from the force exerted, both from the yelling and the magic. “You know what? Never mind. I’m done with this conversation.”

You turned on your heels and marched out of the auditorium, making your way to his car. You barely held it together as you walked out of the building, feeling you vision blur as you looked at the empty parking lot. You wiped at the stray tears on your cheeks and tried to collect yourself before the whole group walked out.

You’d stuck through thick and thin with Scott. You defended him since you were children. You were his shoulder to cry on, his rock. You helped him master his new powers and never doubted his morals or his heart. Out of all people, you’d assumed that he would be the one to understand what it feels like to be controlled by supernatural abilities and the process of learning how to control them. He was doubting your morality simply because it didn’t align with his own. He was doubting you as a person, a friend, simply because you almost killed a beast that has claimed numerous victims and would continue to do so unless it was put down.

Yet, you didn’t know how to feel; betrayed because of his lack of confidence in you, or afraid. He was normally the last person to question your motives. Could he be right? Were your thoughts, your conscious, being corrupt by the black magic?

“Hey, you okay?” Stiles’ voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned around, making his soft smile fade at the sight of your tears. “Oh, Y/N..”

He reached out for you, pulling you into an embrace. His hands gently rubbed your back as you heard your faint sniffles against the crook of his neck. “Sorry it took me so long to come out here. I had to yell at him for a couple of minutes for being such a dick to you.”

“Really?” You chuckled, making him smile.

“Yeah, my voice actually feels a little hoarse now,” He cleared his throat as you giggled and pulled away slightly to look him in the eye. “And I normally don’t really get involved in your arguments but that was so out of pocket.”

“Agreed,” You smiled as he wiped the last of your tears. “Thanks for always standing up for me.”

“Of course,” He let out a breathy chuckle. “We’re in this together now, right?”

“Yeah, but you’ve done that ever since we were kids.”

“It’s because I’ve liked you ever since we were kids,” He admitted. “Scott never stood a chance when it came to whose side I’d pick in an argument. Especially after that one time he threw away that flash drive that had our fifth grade field trip pictures on it just because his hair looked weird. You were so-”

“Flash drive..” You repeated quietly.

“Yeah, remember? You took pictures of us at Disneyland-“

“Oh my god. Stiles,” Your eyes lit up as you looked back at the school. “Gerard’s keys had a flash drive! Do you think the bestiary was on it?”

“God, you’re so fucking hot when you do that,” He grinned before you both took off into the school. You quickly grabbed the keys from the principal’s office, ran past Stiles’ locker to grab his laptop, and darted back to Scott’s car to look at the contents.

Within a matter of a couple minutes, the two of you set up a makeshift desk on the hood of his car and scrolled through the documents on the flash drive. Scott made his way back over to the two of you.

“Is this the bestiary?” He spoke up hesitantly.

“If you can call it that. Is this even a language?” Stiles huffed.

“It’s Latin,” You recognized some of the words from the Romance languages you spoke.

“How long would it take you to learn Latin?” Stiles asked you.

“Using magic? I could probably learn it in a matter of a week and translate it.”

“A week?!” Scott asked. “I don’t know if we have that long. We need to figure out what this thing is now.”

“It’s called the Kamina,” Derek approached with his pets alongside him.

“You knew the whole time?” Stiles’ tone was nothing shy of annoyed.

“No. Only when it was confused by its own reflection.”

“It doesn’t know what it is,” Scott said.

“Or who,” Derek affirmed.

“What else do you know?” Stiles questioned. You slipped your hand in his for emotional support, receiving a squeeze.

“Just stories. Rumors.”

“But it’s like us?” Scott asked.

“It’s a shape-shifter, yes. But it’s not right. It’s like a..” Derek paused to think about how to phrase his next sentence.

“An abomination,” You finished, earning all eyes on you before Derek frowned and nodded. He turned to leave before Scott called his name.

“Derek! We need to work together on this. Maybe even tell the Argents-“

“You trust them?” He hissed.

“Nobody trusts anyone. That’s the problem!” Scott snapped. That’s rich coming from you, you thought. “While we’re here arguing about who’s on what side, there’s something scarier, stronger, and faster than any of us, and it’s killing people! And we still don’t even know anything about it!”

“I know one thing,” Derek lowered his voice. “When I find it, I’m gonna kill it.”

Your eyes widened, knowing it was a promise and not a threat. You looked over at Stiles who wore a similar expression.

“We have to save that kid,” Scott turned with a huff. “We can’t let him get away with murdering it.”

You stayed quiet. To be completely truthful, you disagreed. You thought it was morally wrong to keep it alive. It not only risked the lives of countless people, but you had a feeling there was no negotiation that could be done to lure it back to normal. It was unethical to keep it alive. The last thing you wanted to see was the people in this town, the people you loved and grew up with, torn to shreds one by one.

“You don’t agree?” Scott asked you. He scoffed. “When did you become so heartless?”

“Hey, back off, man,” Stiles stepped in as your eyes darkened with anger. “We can settle this when the topic isn’t so fresh. Let’s regroup tomorrow, alright? We don’t wanna speak out of anger.”

The ride was filled with tense silence. Scott dropped you both back off at Stiles’ house before leaving to pick Melissa up from her late shift.

———

“You okay?” Stiles asked, kneeling down in front of you. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head.

“Wanna take a shower?” He followed up. You nodded and he grabbed a few of his old garments before you made your way to his bathroom.

The scalding hot water seemed to be the only thing that had relaxed your tense muscles. The anger slowly washed off with the grime from the day. You got to thinking about the night’s events.

When you got angry, it was hard to distinguish which thoughts were truly yours and which ones came from the magic’s toxicity. Every part of you screamed at you, telling you were right. That thing did deserve to be put down. And you would’ve done it yourself if it meant saving those you loved. You didn’t feel as if you were talking with your emotions or with a black-misted mind. It seemed rational. But if you couldn’t tell last time, what was the difference now?

You allowed these thoughts consume you as you mindlessly washed your body before turning off the water and drying off. You tossed on your boyfriend’s clean clothes and made your way back to his room to see him on his computer.

“All yours,” You mumbled, still deep in thought as your dried your hair.

“Okay,” He nodded, looking over at you. He noticed your shoulders and overall stance ease with the shower. “I’ll be quick.”

And he was. It was only a few minutes before he wandered back in, rubbing the towel fiercely against his hair and discarding it in the corner of his room. You laid on his bed, stomach down with your head resting on your hand. You were so zoned out that you didn’t even notice him enter.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” He sat down beside you and rubbed your back. “You’re worrying me.”

“Was I wrong?” You flipped on your side to look at him. “I feel like I can’t tell if I speak and act with my mind or my magic-intoxicated subconscious anymore.”

“Honestly? I have no clue who’s right or wrong. I don’t think it’s a question of if the magic is fucking with your mind, it’s more about the morality behind the situation. I mean, personally, my morals lie with the best interest of those I love, but I don’t necessarily know if that’s a good or bad thing. I guess you’re both right in a sense,” He shrugged, placing his hand on the soft curve of your neck. “It wasn’t an uncalled-for discussion. But the way Scott went about it was all wrong.”

“That was such a pageant girl answer,” You huffed, making him chuckle.

“You’re right. What I meant to say is you’re so right! Fuck Scott. You know what? Fuck morality and ethics for that matter! Let’s just run away and never come back!” He said, making you giggle. “What do you think? Scotland? New York City? Ooh, what about Mexico?”

“I hear Mexico is pretty this time of year,” You smiled.

“México it is!” He cheered before you both burst into a fit of laughter. You sat up, wanting to shift the conversation to a more serious topic.

“So what about you? How are you doing after tonight?” You asked.

“Exhausted. Sore. Traumatized,” Stiles admitted. “I don’t think I’ve exerted that much energy since like elementary school when we played that two week long round of tag.”

“That bad?!” You laughed, recalling the sweet childhood memory.

One summer, you all decided to play a ‘never-ending game of tag’. When you weren’t it, you’d avoid the boys like the plague. When you were tagged, be it from one of them hid in your closet or invaded your soccer practice to tag you, you’d sneak into their own houses, t-ball games, or ask their parents for a ride somewhere to try to tag them. You all barely slept towards the end in fear of one of your friends tagging you in your sleep.

At one point, you and Scott decided to chase Stiles around Beacon Hills for hours, not telling him who was it. You didn’t stop until he fell and sprained his ankle. It was only one of the various injuries you’d all acquired in the midst of the two week long chaos. All of your parents scolded you and forbid you from ever playing tag for longer than a few hours a week.

“Almost. I’d argue that last day of tag was still, to date, the most exhausting experience of my life,” He spoke as he got under the blankets, patting the spot next to him so you’d join. You gladly abided, taking your usual position; your leg lazily tossed on top of his own while you rested your head on his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” You sighed. “I can’t even imagine. I wish I would’ve checked on you earlier.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” He yawned and kissed your forehead. “Don’t feel bad. It led to us figuring out what the hell that thing was. I will, however, need two to four business days to recover before we even think about having sex though.”

“Damn it. I was hoping we’d do it tonight.”

“Really?! Because I was totally kidding! I’m fine. I’m not even sore!” He sat up quickly, making you laugh. “You were kidding weren’t you? That was a mean joke. Don’t ever do that again.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” You giggled, looking up at him. “I’m actually really drained from today anyway. Let’s just sleep tonight and maybe reconsider in two to four business days?”

“Okay, as long as you aren’t holding out for me. Because I could totally perform FYI,” He yawned, making it very evident that he could not. “I was just warming up in the pool earlier.”

“Oh? So you and Derek were-“

“I knew your dirty mind would say something as soon as the words left my mouth,” Stiles interrupted. “Goodnight, asshole.”

“I love youuu,” You smiled up at him. He failed at holding back one of his own.

“I love you too,” He grumbled dramatically before reaching over to turn off the lamp on his nightstand.

CHAPTER 5 ->

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Chapter 3

S2Episode Three

SUMMARY: Y/N and Stiles keep getting cockblocked. The pack goes ice skating. Y/N can’t stop resisting the urge to use her powers.

WORD COUNT: 7000 (damn wtf i went OFF with this chapter. had so much fun writing this omg)

TW: Sexual language, cursing, blood. What else is new bitches

“A tail?” You furrowed your brow as you looked over at Stiles. “Like a dog tail? Did it wag?”

“What? Only you would ask if it wagged,” He stopped to look at you with sass. “No, it did not wag, and no, it was not like a dog tail! Scott said it was almost.. lizard-like.”

“Gross,” You mumbled.

“Anddangerous,” Stiles deadpanned, looking up at Scott and Allison. You both stood in silence for a moment before he spoke up again. “So about last night-”

“Oh my god,” You blushed, hiding behind your hands. “I’m so sorry about that. I seriously don’t know a bigger buzzkill than my mom.”

“I was gonna call her a cock block but that works too,” He smiled before taking your wrists into his hands and lowering them before looking into your eyes. “Hey, it’s alright! Don’t be embarrassed. I get it. She came home early and found you gone so you had to leave. I’m not in any rush. We can do this on your time.”

“You mean my mom’s time?” You groaned. “At least my dad’s coming home tonight. I don’t know if I could stand another day with her crazy ass.”

“Your dad’s coming home?” He perked up. “Oh, we are so going to his apartment tonight! He’s making dinner, right?”

“Yup, some sort of pasta I think,” You laughed. “You know you’re always welcome! He’s like in love with you.”

“Are you kidding? I’m the one who’s in love with him!” He smiled, making you giggle and roll your eyes. “Seriously! He’s the coolest person I know.”

“Hey!” You protested.

“I said what I said,” He shrugged, chuckling boyishly as you pushed him away.

“Alright, Y/L/N, Erica! You’re up!” Coach called as Allison climbed down.

“Saved by the bell, asshole!” You joked before walking up to the rock climbing wall. You strapped on the safety rope and looked over to see Erica nervously fumbling with it. “Here let me help. These things are so awkward.”

“Thanks,” She smiled, facing you so you could buckle her into the strap. You nodded once before making your ascent to the top. Though it was far from effortless, it was your favorite day in gym class so you had fun climbing. You hopped down again and raised your arms with pride.

“WOO!” Stiles shouted, making those around him jump as he looked over to Greenberg. “That’s my girlfriend!”

You laughed and blushed at the scene he was making before you look over to see Erica was still gripping at the middle of the wall, clenching for dear life as she hyperventilated. Your eyes widened as everyone approached.

“Erica!” Coach called, running up next to you. “Dizzy? Is it vertigo?”

“Vertigo’s a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear,” Lydia scoffed before looking up in annoyance. “She’s just freaking out.”

“Would it kill you to be a little nicer?” You returned her tone, making her eyebrows shoot up. She opened her mouth to speak before Coach spoke up again.

“Erica!”

“I’m fine,” Her voice trembled.

“Coach, maybe it’s not safe. You know she’s epileptic,” Allison informed.

“Wh-Why doesn’t anybody tell me this stuff?!” He huffed before looking at you. “Y/L/N, climb up there and tell her to kick from the wall! Just coax her down. Kick her off if you need to!”

You nodded before making your way up again, stopping right next to her.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay,” You smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder as you leaned against the rope. “Look, this thing’s pretty safe. I’ll climb down with you. Just tell me when you’re ready.”

She nodded and hesitantly let go of the rocks, quickly gripping the rope. You smiled. “There you go. Now just hop down like this.”

Her shaky breath relaxed a bit as she watched you descend slowly, following your lead. Once she landed, Coach began to speak to her softly and tried to soothe her before the crowd of students erupted in howls of laughter. Erica looked around before walking off in shame, making your heart drop at the sight.

“Thanks, Y/N,” Coach pat your back before dismissing the class. You all rushed to the locker rooms for a quick shower. Lydia gave you the cold shoulder for your comment so you stuck with Allison, waiting in the hallway for your boyfriends.

———

“What do mean tonight’s not a good idea?!” Stiles asked as he changed into another shirt.

“I don’t know. That thing that we saw last night, Isaac missing, Allison’s grandfather- All this stuff happening with Derek just doesn’t feel right. Y/N told me she had a bad feeling about something. I mean what are the odds?” Scott responded as he closed his locker.

“No, you’re not backing out! Do you wanna know why?” Stiles stood his ground. “Because you and Allison are obviously having quite a good time together. And you know who else wants to have a good time? Stiles! Stiles wants to have a good time. And for that matter, so does his girlfriend! Many, many times. Several times in a row. In several different positions!”

“Dude! Spare me the details, that’s basically my sister you’re talking about,” Scott cringed. “Besides, I thought you were gonna have a good time last night?”

“We were! We were on the fast track to having said good time. But I only got to like second base and a half before her mom called and told her to get her ass home!” Stiles sighed before realizing Scott’s aloof face. “Are you even listening to me?! This is serious!”

“Y/N,” He muttered before looking up with panic.

“Yes. I am talking about Y/N. Who the hell else would I be talking about?!” Stiles shouted before looking at Scott’s shaking hands and sighing. “What is that?”

“I think something’s wrong,” Scott said before the two took off, running back into the gymnasium to see you trying to pull the matt out under Erica who was halfway up the rock climbing wall again. “Oh shit!”

“Don’t help me! Go stand under her in case she falls,” You breathed as you continued to pull. Stiles quickly took the place beside you and began helping. “Thanks. I got this bad feeling in my stomach that led me back in here. I saw her on the wall and I think she’s about to have a seizure.”

“Put her on her side! On her side!” Allison shouted as she approached her boyfriend. You and Stiles let go of the mat and ran up to the girl Scott placed on the ground. “How’d you know?”

“I don’t know. I felt this pull. Like I needed to check on..” He whispered before the pack’s eyes landed on you. “You.”

Your lips parted, remembering something from an article you read recently. If a Delvoux connects with a supernatural being on a spiritual level, there’s an unbreakable bond between them. A twin flame. With time and trust, your blood no longer affects them, leaving you fully vulnerable to their attacks. In times of need, they feel drawn towards you. It takes a pure bond on both ends; something you shared with Scott since birth.

“The article,” Stiles whispered, pulling you aside. “It was true.”

“I hope not,” You scrunched your face.

“Why? Isn’t it a good thing?” Stiles furrowed his brows.

“Not if I go crazy,” You hesitated. “He’ll feel every emotion. All the chaos and the destruction, he’ll feel it on a spiritual level. It won’t look pretty for either of us.”

“It’s not going to happen,” He reassured, holding your shoulders. You sighed and looked back at Scott who held Erica’s head, trying to minimize any impact from her subconscious jerking.

“I fucking hope not,” You breathed.

———

“Ew, does being your twin flame mean we’re like gonna fall in love or something?” Scott cringed.

“Okay, first of all, ouch!” You laughed, throwing a green bean at his head. He, of course, caught it with a smile. “I don’t think you could sound any more grossed out at the thought of me if you tried! And second of all, ew! No, it just means we’re like platonically bonded. Think of it as siblings but with our souls instead of our blood.”

“So you can say ew but I can’t?” He took a bite from his apple. “And you call my ego fragile.”

“I’m saying ew because of the fact that we’re basically siblings. I didn’t call you gross!” You giggled, grabbing his apple out of his hands and taking a bite.

“Hey!” He reached for it as you pulled it away again. “Eat your own apple!”

“I ate mine already!” You shrugged before Stiles walked up and slammed a keychain on the table, making you jump.

“Got ‘em!” He smiled. “I’ll pick you guys up right after work tonight and we’ll meet at the rink, cool?”

“I’m not working tonight actually. I was planning on going to Allison’s after school to get ready together,” You said, looking up to see their eyes had drifted towards the doorway. You sighed and turned only to be greeted by a pair of long, tan legs. Your jaw dropped at the sight of Erica walking in, repping a new look. “Holy shit..”

She proceeded to walk up to a boy and take a bite from his apple, seductively wiping her bottom lip afterward. She looked good. Her hair fell into loose ringlets, her walk was powered with confidence, and her smile made everyone in the cafeteria stop what they were doing. It was like everyone was entranced by her beauty.

“What the holy hell is that?” Lydia slammed her hands on your table.

“It’s Erica,” Scott responded.

“She’s hot?” You mumbled, more as a statement, before feeling two dainty fingers slip under your jaw and push it closed. You looked up at Lydia who smirked down at you. Stiles’ eyes widened at the way she touched you, pinching himself to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

“I’m still hotter,” Lydia leaned down, only inches from your face.

“I was just thinking the same,” You smiled, grabbing her face and pretending like you were gonna kiss her. You both giggled and pulled away.

“I-Is this how girls joke around?” Stiles squeaked before Scott got up and walked after Erica. “Can I come with you to Allison’s after school? And every other day for that matter?”

“Come on,” You laughed, taking his hand and running behind Scott. He followed behind you but not without a smart remark.

“Wait, I wanted to see what the two of you were going to do!” He whined as you pulled him behind you.

“Keep dreaming,” You looked back before running into Scott, bumping back into Stiles. You looked past him to see Erica getting into Derek’s black Camaro and driving off with him.

“Well that’s not good,” Stiles muttered.

———

“What about this?” You asked, twirling to show your outfit off to your friends.

“Try the red dress!” Lydia smiled. “That one looks really good on you!”

“Okay,” You giggled. “Unzip me.”

She gladly abided before pausing to look at the door. You glanced over to see Mr. Argent knocking as he entered the room. He pulled Allison away for a few moments as you continued to play dress-up with Lydia. She added a few accessories on you and worked on your makeup as Allison entered the room again.

“So you have a date?” She grinned, looking at Lydia.

“Well, I did,” She grumbled. “He just texted saying he can’t tonight. Can I just tag along with you guys?”

“Uh,” You raised your brows and looked at Allison. “I mean-“

“If you don’t mind hanging out with a group of couples, then sure!” She laughed, almost positive Lydia would back down at her comment.

“Beats being alone,” Lydia shrugged. “This is gonna be so fun!”

“Yeah,” Allison looked over at you with wide eyes. “Sofun..”

———

“Lydia,” Stiles forced a smile as she walked past him. You walked up to him and pressed a kiss on his cheek. “You invited Lydia?!”

“Lydia invited Lydia,” You corrected, watching her walk into the rink. He groaned. “Don’t worry! My full attention is yours tonight.”

“I don’t think you even believe that,” He grumbled. You smiled and gently took his cheek into your hand. “Fine. But you owe me.”

“I texted my dad and asked him to make your favorite tonight,” You tilted your head sweetly. “He can’t join us for dinner though. He‘s going out with a few college buddies tonight.”

“Damn it, I was actually looking forward to seeing him,” He sighed. “But I’ll settle for lasagna.”

“Stiles.”

“Hm?”

“He’s leaving the apartment to ourselves for a few hours.”

His eyes shot wide open with excitement.

“Okay, you’re forgiven! For everything you’ve ever done ever and everything in the future,” He spoke quickly, making you throw your head back in laughter before you waltzed into the arena. He stayed behind to watch the way your hips swayed as you walked up and got a pair of ice skates before proceeding to do the same.

“You know,” Lydia started you took the seat next to her. “I know I’ve given you a lot of shit in the past for dating Stiles. But he’s actually really cute.”

You looked up at her only to see her eyes on your boyfriend as he chose a pair of black skates. As much as you hated to admit it, you felt a spark of jealousy ignite, a feeling you hadn’t gotten in a long time. Not because of her words, but the way she said them. It was a challenge.

“Thanks,” You smiled, lacing up your skates. “I think so too.”

“Likereally cute!” She giggled.

You knew bringing her was a bad idea. She wasn’t going to let your little comment from earlier slide as easily as you thought she would. You hated her psychological warfare but had no choice but to participate.

“What’re you guys talking about?” Stiles smiled as he took the seat next to yours.

“Nothing,” You smiled.

“You, silly,” Lydia corrected. “Well, you and Y/N, that is. God, it’s so cold in here! Do you have a jacket I could borrow?”

“Uh, yeah, I think I have something in my bag,” Stiles responded, completely oblivious to her attempt at flirting. You clenched your teeth, holding back any sort of smart remark. “Here.”

“Oh, she hates orange,” You commented. “She thinks it clashes with blue. What were the words you used, Lyd? The worst color combination ever?”

“But it’s the colors of the Mets,” Stiles pouted.

“I don’t remember saying that! I love the Mets!” She smiled, taking the jacket. You rolled your eyes and looked over at your boyfriend.

“Oh, before I forget- Look at what I brought you!” He grinned, reaching in his bag to grab a Reece’s peanut butter cup.

“I love Reece’s! Thank you!” You perked up, reaching for the orange package.

“I should’ve eaten before I came,” Lydia sighed. “My stomach is growling like crazy.

You looked over in annoyance, only to receive yet another smile.

“Oh, give it to Lydia. I don’t mind,” Stiles mindlessly spoke as he laced up his skates. You pressed your tongue against the inside of your lip before holding it out to her.

“Thanks, Stiles!” She smirked, taking the package from your hands and opening it.

You looked over at your boyfriend and watched as his hands fumbled with the laces, getting an idea. You leaned over and kissed the spot behind his ear that drove him crazy, making him look up at you with an amused smile.

“What are you doing?” He whispered. You shrugged before rubbing your hand on the base of his neck, using your thumb to stroke softly as his jaw.

“Nothing,” You responded innocently. “You’re just really attractive.”

“Oh?” He smiled as you leaned in. You placed your lips on his own, almost instantly deepening the kiss. He wrapped his hand in your hair, almost forgetting where he was for a moment. You pulled away with a grin before turning to face Lydia again.

“You two are so cute,” She forced a smile.

“Aren’t we just?” You scrunched your nose and smiled back. She bitterly hummed in response before walking onto the ice.

“What was that about?” Stiles chuckled.

“I’ll tell you later,” You shook your head before standing up. “Ready to skate?”

You spent the first few minutes holding on to each other, giggling every time one of you almost fell.

“Hey, I think I’m starting to get the hang of it!” Stiles called as he let go of your hand to skate ahead a little bit. “This isn’t so- Oh my god. Oh my god! I’m falling! Y/N! I need you! HELP!”

You laughed and reached out for him as he stumbled around, trying to stabilize him through your laughs. He finally stood still before his feet went out from under him. He yelped and subconsciously grabbed your waist as he fell, taking you down with him. You both lost it, wheezing as you laid on top of him.

“Ouch,” He chuckled. “You’re so mean!”

“Me? I tried helping!” You barely could get the words out. “You’re the one who took me down with you!”

“Yeah, but like the fantastic boyfriend I am, I cushioned your fall!” He argued, smiling as he pushed a few stray hairs behind your ear.

“That was so not on purpose!”

“Uh, it so was!” He shook his head, pretending to be baffled by your comment. “But don’t thank me. Thank my tailbone. He really took most of the blunt force.”

“Aww, are you okay?” You said, getting up and holding out your hand. He gladly took it.

“Yeah, I’m good. I’d be a lot better if you kissed me though,” He grinned before puckering up and tapping his lips with his pointer finger.

“Ah, okay, well just as long as it makes you feel better,” You smiled as he pulled you towards him and placed a sweet kiss on your lips.

“Y/N! Stiles! Watch this!” Lydia called before she performed a whole ass figure skating routine. You both looked over as she twirled away on the ice. You rolled your eyes for what seemed like the millionth time. “Y/N, can you do that?”

“Y/N,” Stiles warned. “Don’t do it. It’s not worth wasting your magic on-.. and she’s gone. I’m talking to myself now. Great.”

You channeled the familiar part of your brain that you used for school, using it to guide you elegantly on the ice. You began skating and twirling and jumping around, performing a perfect routine. Lydia watched, jaw agape, with utter shock. You skated towards her with a smirk.

“Canyou do that?” You asked innocently, making her give you a look of annoyance. Stiles reached out for you as you skated by, stopping you. “Sorry. I know, I know. That was reckless.”

“I think you mean awesome!” He shouted with glee. “Oh my god! That was seriously like something out of the winter Olympics! I wonder what else you can do!”

“Thanks! But I’m not trying to find out,” You grinned. “Wanna go take some pictures in the photo booth?”

“Uh, ch’yeah!” He laughed before you both skated off. Scott and Allison crawled out of the booth and smiled at you two. “Hey! Come take pictures with us!”

“Stiles, it’s only meant for two people,” Allison giggled.

“That’s what we’re for!” Scott offered, taking a seat and patting his lap.

Allison looked up at the two of you and shrugged before happily plopping down. Stiles sat down next to them and held out his arm for you. You laughed at how ridiculously small the space was but took a seat on his lap regardless.

You all posed, smiling for the first picture and growling like a wolf for the second. The third one was a shot of the four of you laughing at the previous pose and the fourth was one of each person kissing their significant other, still evidently laughing. Two photo prints came out, one of which you took for yourself.

“Scott, your eyes!” You laughed at the way they flashed back with the flash. He looked at the one in Allison’s hands before tearing off the top half and handing her the normal side.

“Keep this one,” He smiled. “I like this half better anyway.”

The moment was suddenly interrupted by screaming. You all looked at one another and stumbled out of the photo booth to run back to Lydia. You all saw her gripping the ice and sobbing, skating up to her to calm her down. It took a few minutes to snap her out of it, but when she finally came back to reality, she spent the rest of the night looking as if she saw a ghost.

Allison drove her home shortly after. The rest of you shuffled into Stiles’ Jeep and drove back to Scott’s to drop him off before driving back to your father’s new place.

You sighed as you entered the vast and empty space that was your new home. A note was laid neatly on the counter that read: Lasagna’s in the fridge. Pop a slice or two or five in the microwave. Love you!

“Hey, so you wanna tell me what was up tonight?” Stiles spoke up from behind you. “What happened to not wanting to use your powers? I thought you needed to reserve them.”

“I do,” You sighed. “Lydia was taunting me all night because of the small remark I made about her in gym class. She knows exactly how to piss me off enough to make me want to show her she isn’t superior or better than me.”

“Damn,” He raised his brows. “What’d she do?”

“She was messing with my head,” You opened the fridge and popped a plate in the microwave before turning back to him. “Okay, I know how stupid this is going to sound. But she was flirting with you and it was driving me crazy.”

He laughed. “Lydia. Flirting with me? When?!”

“All night!”

“Look, I don’t want to sound like I don’t believe what you’re saying is true but I really don’t think she was,” He smiled.

“Oh, please! Stiles, can I borrow your jacket? I’m so hungry! Y/N, your boyfriend is soooo cute! I love the Mets! She doesn’t even like baseball!” You huffed, crossing your arms. “And she took my fucking Reece’s cup!”

“Not the Reece’s cup!” He gasped before laughing. You lowered your jaw and gave him an unamused look. “Aww, don’t get mad! I’m sorry! I believe you. I guess it just went right over my head. I was so focused on you that everything she said was like background noise. All I kept thinking about was how hot you look in that dress.”

“Whatever,” You giggled.

“No, I’m serious!” He responded. “She can flirt all she wants but it won’t get her anywhere. I mean I genuinely didn’t even realize she was doing it because I am so, utterly captivated by you. It’s actually really annoying, thinking about you all the time. Yeah, it’s like a million times as bad when around you too. Hence the flirting going right over my head. She really doesn’t stand a chance.”

“You’re so cute,” You smiled, walking over to wrap your arms around his neck. “How do you know exactly what to say all the time? It actually baffles me just how perfect you are sometimes.”

His eyes danced between your eyes paired with a smile that teased the corner of his lips. He shrugged as a response.

“You’re really cute when you’re jealous,” He said softly.

“Am I?” You let out a breathy chuckle. “Well, I definitely don’t feel cute when I’m jealous.”

“Your competitiveness really comes out. God, and that kiss was so hot. Please, for my sake, be jealous more often,” He begged.

The microwave went off, but with the way he was looking at you, your mind barely registered it. His hazel eyes were focused completely on your own before they made their way down to your lips. You simply smiled and leaned in.

The kiss that started so soft and sweet slowly deepened, as if you were mutually agreeing to take it further. The second you slid your tongue on his lower lip, asking for entrance, he walked you into the wall behind you and the night began.

You felt his hands slowly trace your figure from your hips, up to your shoulders, and down to your wrists, taking a hold of them and pinning them on top of your head. He took his time kissing your neck before he let you go and entangled his hands in your hair, tugging slightly with desire.

Your now free hands mindfully and seductively traced up and down his chest before pulling him in closer by his belt loops. He groaned into the kiss, sending vibrations through your skull and a shiver down your spine.

“Let’s go to my room,” You said in between kisses.

It was your turn to grab onto his own wrist, guiding him towards the first room on the left. As soon as you closed the door behind you, his lips were on yours again.

“Are you sure?” He pulled away breathlessly, making you smile. “We don’t have to if you aren’t absolutely-”

“Stiles.”

“Yeah?”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Yes ma’am,” He grinned, abiding your word before guiding you towards the bed, laying you down gently. He raised your dress up and left wet kissing on your stomach before you reached behind you to unzip it. “Wanna step out of that dress for me?”

“Mhm,” You hummed against his lips before you flipped positions, leaving you straddling his hips as you pulled off the red dress. You were left in nothing but the lacy black panties you’d bought for tonight.

“Woah,” He muttered, taking a moment to soak in your breathtaking figure. “Just.. wow. You’re stunning.”

You felt your everlasting smile widen before leaning down to kiss him once again. The pace slowed down; you both wanted to take your time and do this right, making sure to continue with enthusiastic consent.

Right as you began rubbing your hand up and down over his pants, you heard the front door open and close. You both paused before pulling away and looking at each other with wide eyes.

“Did you hear that?” You whispered.

“No,” He said a little too quickly. “I heard absolutely nothing.”

“Y/N? Honey, are you home?” You heard your father call out, making your boyfriend groan in frustration.

“Yeah, I’m changing into my PJs. I’ll be right out!” You called before lowering your voice. “Hide in my bathroom.”

He looked around, seeing it was the only place to hide, and nodded. He quickly collected his shirt and checked to make sure his shoes were still on; a rookie mistake he made in the past. You turned on the light as he rushed to your bathroom. You reached past in your bag to grab an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts to throw on before quickly checking and fixing your appearance in the mirror.

“Hey, Dad!” You greeted with a smile as you walked bag into the living room. “How was your night?”

“I’m very drunk,” He slurred before giggling. “Man, oh man, those boys know how to make the best apple martinis. It tasted like juice so I downed them like water. Did you know we used to water down your apple juice when you were little so you wouldn’t get hyper?”

“You got drunk off of apple martinis?” You chuckled, taking the lasagna out of the microwave.

“Who knew they were so delicious? Here I was drinking beer, never knowing the delight that was mapple tinis,” He paused before thinking. “Mapple.. Apple martinis.. I meant apple martinis!”

“Yeah, I got that,” You smiled as he clumsily took off his shoes. “Did you have fun?”

“So much fun!” He grinned before stumbling over to the counter. “Can I have that lasagna?”

“Go for it. I’m not that hungry anyway,” You giggled, pushing the plate towards him as he took a seat at the island. “I was actually about to hit the hay.”

“Boo!” He grumbled. “That’s boring!”

“It’s a school night! And from the looks of it, you should probably go to sleep too,” You reached in the fridge to grab him a bottle of water. “Drink this before bed. I don’t wanna nurse your hangover tomorrow.”

“I’ve got the liver of a 21-year-old athlete, foo,” He hiccuped before taking a bite. “Damn this is the best lasagna I’ve ever tasted in my life! Of course it is, I made it! Thanks, me.”

“Goodnight, Dad,” You laughed, walking over to kiss the top of his head.

“Goodnight, sweetheart. Sweet dreams,” He responded before drawing in a big breath. “GOODNIGHT STILES!”

You froze before hearing a small voice from your room.

“.. Goodnight, sir,” Your face fell into the palm of your hand.

“If you sleep with the door open, I won’t tell your mom that he’s over so late,” Your dad offered. “He can borrow my Star Wars PJ bottoms. They’re in the top drawer. Oh, and you can take the car to school tomorrow! I won’t need it.”

“Really?! Thank you!” You grinned.

“No problem, kiddo,” He said with a mouthful of lasagna. “I’m gonna watch movies and eat popcorn.”

“You do that!” You said as you walked into his room to grab the pajama bottoms before going back to your own bedroom and throwing them at Stiles who sat on your bed. “Rain check?”

“Raincheck,” He affirmed before shifting uncomfortably. “How does he always know I’m here?“

“Maybe it’s the Delvoux blood,” You shrugged before smirking. “Or the fact that you literally parked your car at the entrance of the building.”

“God damn it!” He huffed, recalling his obvious parking spot of choice. “The Jeep! Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” You giggled, placing a sweet kiss on his lips. “Now we know what not to do next time.”

“It sucks knowing what we could’ve gotten away with tonight if we’d thought it through beforehand,” He grumbled as he made his way to your bathroom.

———

“Y/N, we think Boyd is Derek’s next victim. Wanna go with Stiles to check to see if he’s home or with me to the rink?” Scott approached quickly as you shut your locker, Stiles right on his heels.

“I think you already know my answer,” You laughed.

“No, no, I need her to go with you,” Stiles argued.

“What? Why?” You both questioned.

“She needs to stop using her powers, dude. You can protect her better than I can,” He turned to Scott. “Plus, she brought her dad’s car so she can drive you there. It’ll be quicker.”

“But-“

“He’s right. I think it’s better this way. I’m almost positive he’s at the rink anyway so Stiles should be fine,” Scott grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you behind him. “Call if you need anything!”

“Will do!” Stiles shouted before running out to his Jeep. You and Scott made a beeline to your dad’s car, hopping in and speeding off.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” He mumbled. “Am I getting it from you?”

“Yeah, I think so,” You nodded, gripping the wheel.

“So why can’t you use your powers?” He asked as you made a sharp turn to the left.

“I don’t know if it’s true, but there are some articles that say the more you use it, the more likely it is to like.. make you go crazy in a sense,” You spoke up, looking over at his stunned face.

“So that’s the secret you’ve been hiding from us,” He mumbled. “Have you felt any different?”

“I honestly can’t tell. I mean, normally when Lydia tries to get under my skin, I can just laugh it off. Last night though.. It’s like I had this overwhelming urge to outdo her and I kind of channeled the magic or whatever to compete with her,” You sighed. “But I’m also just competitive. So who knows?”

“Maybe it’s triggered by anger the same way it is for me,” Scott pondered for a moment before speaking up. “You might be able to ask Allison if she knows something. Her family’s gotta have some sort of book. And it’s not like she’ll tell anyone or anything.”

“You mean my worrywart of a friend? I don’t know, Scott. She’s got a lot on her plate right now, I’d hate to worsen her anxiety,” You breathed.

“She’d hate to see you not ask for help. She’d rather see you reach out than go crazy,” He shrugged. “But it’s up to you.”

“Yeah, I’ll think about it. It’s not a bad idea,” You nodded as you pulled into the rink. “Now, come on. Let’s go get Boyd.”

Scott rushed into the building before you, scanning the vast space for any presence besides for the boy who sat on top of a Zamboni.

“Boyd!” Scott called as you walked in behind him. “I just wanna talk.”

He continued to drive the ice resurfacing machine, ignoring the two of you.

“Hey, come on, Boyd. Please,” You spoke.

“Did Derek tell you everything?” Scott asked. “And I don’t just mean going out of control on the full moon, I mean everything.”

“He told me about the hunters,” The boy broke his silence, grinding the machine to a stop.

“And that’s not enough for you to say no?“ You questioned, without judgment but with genuine concern. He fell silent once again.

“Whatever you want, there’s other ways to get it.”

“I just want to not eat lunch alone every day.”

“If you’re looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek,” Scott shook his head.

“That really hurt, Scott,” The familiar voice boomed behind the two of you. You turned to see Derek standing with his newly formed pack behind him. “I mean if you’re going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how’s life been for you since we met?”

“Hmm. In a word, transformative,” She said before showing her teeth and growling. You rolled your eyes.

“Isaac?” Well, I’m a little bummed about being a fugitive, but other than that, I’m great,” He smiled at you, looking at you up and down.

“Okay, hold on. This isn’t exactly a fair fight,” You scoffed.

“Then go home, kid,” Derek smirked.

“She meant fair for them,” Scott slammed his fist into the ice below him before growling. You took your stance, hoping your magic wouldn’t fail you now. The two betas approached, Isaac going for Scott and Erica towards you.

“Didn’t he tell you, sweetheart?” You smiled. “You can’t hurt me.”

“No, I just can’t make you bleed,” She scoffed before running and throwing you back. You landed on the ice with a thud, groaning a bit as you slid before standing up again. “Doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun.”

“You shouldn’t have done that,” You chuckled before feeling the power run through your veins in a way that it never has before. It made you feel unstoppable. You could see how this could be addicting; it was euphoric.

She launched at you again but you jumped up, managing to kick her on the side of her head and knocking her down. “Woah..” You smiled.

“Youbitch!” She growled, coming at you again. You waited for her to approach before manipulating her force against her to flip her into the ground below you. “That’s it!”

She whipped out her claws and stood up.

“Make me bleed. I dare you,” You taunted. She paused, realizing who she was up against. In the moment, she let her anger take over her judgment before she continued to march towards you with her claws fully retracted.

The power in your nerves surged excitedly through you. With it, came a feeling you’d never had before; you wanted to hurt her. You wanted to show her your power and frighten her to the point of pissing herself. You didn’t care at the moment if it killed her; you wanted retaliation to the extreme.

You saw a black flame-like aura appear on your hands as she continued towards you, you held them out as the black aura grew, bursting a black flame towards her chest. It sent her flying into the Zamboni headfirst, knocking her unconscious. You turned in time to dodge Isaac as Scott launched him back next to Erica.

“Don’t you get it?!” Scott shouted. “He’s not doing this for you! He’s just adding to his own power, okay? It’s all about him. He makes you feel like he’s giving you some type of gift when all he’s done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!”

“It’s true. It is about power,” Derek spoke. You looked at him breathlessly as you wiped your nose. Your eyes widened at the black blood that now decorated the back of your hand. “You look tired, Y/N. Let the big boys take care of this.”

He approached Scott, eyes now glowing red as he slowly transformed into his werewolf form. You saw as Derek head-butted him before slashing his claws through his stomach.

“Scott!” You yelled, feeling something drip out of your nose.

“Stay out of this, Y/N! You’re bleeding!” He shouted before receiving more blows to his chest and jaw, returning them back to Derek and sending him stumbling backward.

You wiped at your nose and saw black blood smeared on the back of your hand. Maybe the whole black aura thing wasn’t such a good idea. You couldn’t help but wonder if your body was warning you against the type of magic you’d summoned. You’re thought were interrupted by Derek’s growl.

The alpha smiled before beating Scott senseless, sending him into the ice. He stepped up to him, pressing his heel into his throat. You looked up a Boyd, taking the keys from his hands and clenching your eyes as you sliced through the palm of your hand.

“Goddamn,” Boyd cringed as you approached Derek from behind. You grabbed his face with your bloodied hand before he turned around with shock.

“Oh shit,” You muttered before he flipped you over his shoulder, sending you flying forcefully into the ice next to Scott and knocking the breath out of you. He quickly took a small, silky fabric out from his jacket and wiped the blood off of his face, seeming to be just fine before walking back to his pack.

“Don’t,” Scott breathed as Boyd approached the two of you. “You don’t wanna be like them.”

“You’re right,” He lifted his shirt to reveal a bite, making you sigh and drop your head back in disappointment. “I wanna be like you.”

The four werewolves gathered before making their exit. Scott rolled over to look at you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, wiping the blood from under your nose and looking back at you. He took your wrist in his hand, seeing that the blood from your hand was still red. You nodded and sat up. “You have to be more careful. But I’ll admit- that last stunt you pulled? That was a killer move.”

“Literally and figuratively,” You smiled, looking down at the cut. “I wonder why it didn’t work though.”

“If you ask me, it probably has to do with that rag he wiped his face with,” Scott looked back as the door swung closed behind the last of them. “We need to find Stiles.”

“We need to take you to the clinic,” You argued, looking at the nasty bash in his stomach making him wince and hiss in pain as you lifted his shirt to take a closer look.

“It’ll heal,” He shook his head.

“Wouldn’t the healing process have started by now? He slashed it at the beginning of the fight,” You furrowed your brows, seeing it bleed a significant amount compared to his more recent wounds. You got up, helping him up before you both made your way back to the car. “Try to keep the blood off of my Dad’s seats.”

The drive to the clinic was quick but it was enough time to call Stiles to check his location. You drove with your left hand as Scott pressed your old hoodie against the wound on your right palm, keeping it from bleeding more. You swung by an alleyway and watched Stiles crawl into the backseat of the car, reeking of garbage.

“Jesus. What happened to you? You smell like shit,” Scott gagged.

“Erica happened! That bitch is ruthless,” He huffed, leaning forward to see his gaping cuts. He looked over at you to see your upper lip covered in dry blood and your hand covered by a blood-soaked cloth. “Oh my god! What happened in there?! Are you okay?”

“Derek happened. He happens to also be a ruthless bitch,” You smiled before driving towards the clinic. “Look, I know I need to stop but I had no choice but to use my powers this time. It was Derek’s pack versus us.”

“It’s okay! But you just have to be careful. We don’t know how to control it yet,” Stiles reassured.

“I get what the articles mean by magic controlling my bloodline,” You breathed, remembering the feeling it gave you. “It came so naturally. And it felt like a drug. It was like utter power and euphoria pumping through my veins. I think it could be addicting. I really need to stop using it.”

“Bro, you should’ve seen her though! Her hands were like covered in this black mist, dude. She beat the living hell out of Erica,” Scott looked back smiling. “She was like a jujitsu master before her hands started smoking. Then she just knocked Erica into the ice smoothing machine and knocked her out without even touching her!”

“Damn,” Stiles’ brows raised, he was impressed. “What happened to her hand?”

“Derek knocked Scott to the ground and held him by the throat with his foot,” You began to explain before Scott chimed in with excitement.

“Y/N sliced her hand open with Boyd’s keys, dude. Then she came up behind Derek and grabbed his face, smearing her blood all over him!” He all but shouted. “It was awesome!”

“Yeah, except for the part where it didn’t phase him and he flipped me over his shoulder,” You mumbled. “My back feels like it got snapped in half now that the adrenaline is going away.”

“Wait, it didn’t phase him?!” Stiles’ jaw dropped. “How?! That shit knocked Scott on his ass with just the fumes or whatever!”

“He wiped his face with this like silk cloth. Scott thinks it has to do with that. I feel like it was because I over-exerted my powers fighting. Who knows,” You shrugged, pulling into the vet clinic’s parking lot. You all got out and proceeded to walk in. “It’s not like we can test it. Scott’s basically immune to my blood now.”

“God, why isn’t this thing healing..” Scott winced as he walked beside you.

“Because it came from an alpha. And that’s not true, Y/N,” Deaton’s voice echoed as he saw the three of you walk in. You froze, how did he know? “The blood of a Delvoux can help cure those she’s bonded with. The women in your family were well known to join werewolf packs as an alliance. They protected your ancestors and your ancestors healed them in return. All it took was love and trust. Mixing the blood of a bonded werewolf with your own can heal you too. Physically and mentally.”

“You know?” You muttered, making him smile. “How?”

“I know everything about this town,” Deaton shrugged. “We have a lot to talk about. I wanna show you something. But before I do, unwrap your hand and rub it on Scott’s wounds. I have to warn you, it’ll burn.”

You nodded, hesitantly taking the hoodie off of your hand as Scott lifted his shirt. You looked up at him as if to ask for permission; he nodded. You placed your bloody hand on the beginning of the top gash. You removed your hand across every gash, feeling a warm sensation in your hand.

“Oh, that’s not too bad!” You smiled as you pulled away.

The second your hand left his final scratch, you felt it. Both you and Scott screamed in pain, feeling as if you were being branded. You held your wrist and fell to your knees, clenching your eyes in midst of the blistering pain. And just as quick as it appeared, it went away. “Fuck, remind me never to do that again.”

“Agreed,” Scott said, trying to catch his breath.

“How do you feel?” Deaton chuckled.

“Like I just placed my hand on a stove,” You looked down at your hand. All that was left from the wound was the dried blood where the hash previously laid.

“Mentally. How do you feel?”

You took a moment to realize that your head suddenly felt light. The anxiety, the anger that boiled deep within you, the darkness that loomed in your mind- it was gone. Your eyes widened at the silence in your head. You didn’t realize just how bad it had gotten until it was gone. It snuck up on you, eating at your mind silently and subtly. The gravity of the situation finally sank in; you were well on your way to insanity before that moment.

“Holy shit,” You whispered. “It’s gone.”

“Come with me,” Deaton’s tone darkened before he led you to the back room. Before you laid a corpse, slashed through like he’d been through a human cheese grinder. “I think we better have that talk now.”

EPISODEFOUR->

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Chapter 2

S2 Episode Two

SUMMARY: With the discovery of a new werewolf on the day of a full moon, the pack plans on saving Isaac from himself, the hunters, and the cops. Y/N asks Stiles about her fake-date plan.

WORD COUNT:

TW: talking about sex, suggestive language

“So Scott and I were talking and thought of a plan,” You smiled as you unwrapped the towel in your hair and entered Stiles’ room wearing his clothes. His jaw dropped slightly at the sight of you. There were a few of his shirts he never wore because of the simple that they were too baggy on him. On you though, they seemed to fall off of your body in the perfect way. Today you opted for an old graphic t-shirt with a pair of your shorts. This was indeed a sight he could get used to. “And you’re zoned out. Earth to Stiles!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear a word you said,” He replied, looking you up and down. “Damn, you look so good when you wear my shirt. What were you saying? A plan?”

“Yeah,” You giggled as you grabbed a brush from your bag and running it through your damp locks. “So you know how he’s got Argent on his ass and he can’t hang out with Allison? And my mom basically is banning me from seeing you. What if Scott and I pretended to be a couple so that we could all spend more time with our significant others? I told him I’d run it past you before we agreed to anything.”

“I.. Y/N, I don’t know,” He sighed. “I don’t really feel comfortable with that.”

“Okay, no biggie,” You smiled sweetly before kissing his cheek. He grinned at your easy-going personality, silently thanking you for not asking any more questions as he climbed into his bed. The last thing he wanted to do was act like a jealous douche bag. “Just thought I’d ask.”

“Scott really surprises me with his stupid plans sometimes,” Stiles chuckled, making you pause. “… That was his plan, right?”

“Yeah! Yup, you know Scott with his.. dumb plans,” You muttered, making Stiles laugh while mentally cursing yourself for lying.

“So dumb! I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love the guy but damn it’s like sometimes he forgets that we’re people with feelings or something. Anyways are you ready for bed?” He grinned, scooting over to his side of the bed and holding the blanket open for you.

“Yeah,” You smiled as the guilt began settling in your stomach from your dishonesty. You thought about telling him as you turned off the lights and again when crawled in with him, but by the time you worked enough courage, he changed the conversation completely. You both talked about nothing and everything for an hour in each other’s arms. What harm could come from a small white lie anyways?

“Your shampoo is literally the best thing I’ve ever smelled in my life,” He breathed into your fragrant hair, making you laugh. “Seriously! It’s heavenly.”

“I actually feel the same about yours.”

“You picked mine out.”

“Yeah, hence why it smells so good,” You shrugged, making him chuckle. You readjusted next to him, facing him as you spoke. “I really like your cologne too. Before we were dating, I remember-”

“Come back,” He pouted, holding his arms open.

“I’m comfier over here!” You argued with a smile.

“Okay and?” He furrowed his brows and waved his arms around as if to tell you to come back anyway. “Come on! I can’t fall asleep when you’re not on my chest!”

“I have a solution. Face the wall,” You began, making him scoff.

“Okay,rude!” He shouted before turning around with sass. You giggled before scooting up behind him and wrapping your arm around him. “I’m not going to be able to sleep like this.”

“Let’s just try it!” You rolled your eyes. “I like hugging you.”

“You can hug me from my chest,” He yawned. And within a couple of minutes, he fell asleep. It was the first time he’d ever fallen asleep before you, making you smile. Not going to be able to sleep your ass.

You snuggled into his back, kissing the back of his neck and breathing in his scent. The sound of his breathing soothed you like the crashing waves on a beach. You loved hearing his sleepy groans and mumbles as he slept, though it was rare for you to be awake to experience it.

“Goodnight. I love you,” You whispered, not expecting an answer.

“Mm love you too,” He grumbled in his sleep, putting his arm around the one you wrapped around him. You smiled; even in his sleep, he was the sweetest boyfriend you could ask for.

———

“Alright, show’s over, assholes,” You called as you walked up to Lydia and Allison who stood frozen under the crowd’s gaze. Everyone stared at Lydia in silence, judging her for the naked hiatus she took in the woods. Suddenly, their eyes all shifted to you, making you roll yours. “Go!”

And just like that, everyone scattered, looking back as they walked away. You smiled and looked back at Lydia.

“I was gone for a few days and now you’re the queen bee, huh?” She teased.

“Oh, hell no. Just keeping your seat warm on the throne is all,” You smiled, making her laugh. “Now, let’s get to class, yeah?”

“And to think, you were this shy, insecure little thing when I found you! I think my job is done. You can dress, walk the walk and now you can talk the talk! I’m so proud of myself!” She grinned before walking away, leaving you and Allison standing at the doorway.

“Gee, thanks, Y/N,” You muttered, making Allison laugh. “You’re such a good friend. Thank you for shooing everyone away!”

“Oh,please,” Allison laughed, wrapping her arm around you. “You didn’t actually expect a thank you from her, did you? She’s back and as cool as ever again.”

“Yay us,” You grumbled, making her throw her head back in laughter as you walked towards your lockers. “So, how are you? I feel like it’s been forever since we talked.”

“Things are really good actually,” She blushed. You furrowed your brows and smiled. “Like so good.”

“NO WAY!” You squealed. “NO FUCKING WAY!”

“Shh!!” She giggled, pulling you aside at your locker. “Yes way! Scott and I finally.. you know..”

“Youfucked!” You grinned. “Finally!”

“What do you mean finally?” She tilted her head.

“Scott was so mad at me for basically sharing all of my firsts on the same day as him. First kiss, first I love you- you name it. We basically had the exact same milestones as you guys. He made us swear to wait until he lost his so we could lose ours,” You admitted.

“That’s ridiculous!” Allison laughed. “Technically, we did it after midnight so you could lose yours tonight as a fuck you. Figuratively and literally.”

“I’m actually a little nervous,” You admitted as you messed with the lock on your locker and opened it. You continued to speak as you took things out of your bag and organized them neatly in your shelves. “What’s it like? Does it hurt? Is it awkward?”

“A little bit at first. You have to make sure to like… warm up, if you get what I mean. It’s not bad though. It’s actually a lot of fun,” She bit on her pointer finger, remembering the events from the previous night. “And it’s not awkward. It was really sweet actually. Are you having second thoughts or something?”

“No!God, no. He’s great! It’s just.. losing your virginity seems like such a big deal. I’m just excited to get the first time over with,” You grumbled.

“Don’t think like that! It’s really not that big of a deal at all. It’s just a label. But make sure to savor it and be safe. It’ll definitely be something you’ll remember for the rest of your life so might as well make it sweet,” She smiled, hugging you from behind. “Just don’t tell Lydia about it.”

“Oh, that’s a given,” You said before the two of you erupted into giggles and walked to class.

———

“He’s playing goalie? But he hates goalie,” Allison furrowed her brows. You looked up from your book to see him jogging towards the goal. “What’s up with that?”

“I don’t know actually,” You responded, looking over at Stiles. His features were decorated in concern, eyes locked on his best friend. You placed a bookmark in the novel you were reading and put it in your bag before leaning against Allison. “Something’s wrong. Look at Stiles.”

“He always looks like that.”

“Okay, well he’s shifting his weight and playing with his hands. That’s a dead giveaway that- what the fuck?!” You gasped as Scott ran from the goal and tackled the first guy in line. “Did he just sniff him?”

“Yeah, it looks like it,” She leaned forward in concern. “Scott, what are you doing?..”

Scott looked up from the field before running back to his position. The two of you watched as he proceeded to repeat his actions with everyone in line until Jackson walked off, making you narrow your eyes in suspense. You recognized the next player as Isaac Lahey. He and Scott took off running and tried to tackle one another, resulting in them falling to the ground. Isaac landed on all fours and looked up at Scott, reminding you of how Scott practiced and played when he first turned.

“Oh my god,” You whispered. “Al, I think-”

“The cops are here,” Allison interrupted, pointing to your left. You looked over and, sure enough, a group of policemen walked over to Isaac, taking him away. The lacrosse team watched as they walked him off.

“Watch my stuff?” You looked over at Allison, earning a nod before you walked down the bleachers and made your way to the boys. “What the hell is going on?”

“I saw his eyes glow,” Scott leaned in and spoke in a hushed tone. “I thought I sensed another werewolf in the locker room earlier so Stiles asked Coach if I could play goalie.”

“That explains the tackling,” You mumbled sarcastically.

“His father’s dead. They think he was murdered.”

“Are they saying he’s a suspect?” Stiles asked.

“I’m not sure. Why?” Scott responded as you all looked over again.

“Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours,” Stiles responded.

“Like overnight?”

“During the full moon,” You breathed.

“How good are those things at holding people?”

“People? Good,” Stiles looked over at Scott. “Werewolves? Probably not that good.”

“Stiles, remember when I said I don’t have the urge to maim and kill?”

“Yeah?”

“He does.”

“Alright, ass wipes. Enough staring! Back to practice!”

———

The three of you sat in Mr. Harris’ class and spoke more about the previous events, trying to figure out if the Sheriff’s Department could hold Lahey or not.

“I don’t think they can do that. Well, not unless they have solid evidence,” You responded to Scott.

“Or a witness,” Stiles’ eyes widened. “Wait.. Danny. Where’s Jackson?”

“Principal’s office. Talking to your dad,” The dark-haired boy responded.

“What? Why?!”

“Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac?”

“A witness,” Stiles looked back at you. “We’ve got to get to the principal’s office.”

“One step ahead of you,” You said, crumbling up a piece of paper and launching it at Mr. Harris’ head, causing the class to erupt in laughter.

“Who in the hell did that?” He growled, turning around. The three of you pointed at one another, earning a spot in the principal’s lineup. You all walked to his office and took a seat, looking in as Scott listened to the conversation. The sheriff walked out of the office and looked over at the three of you. Stiles quickly pulled up a magazine to his face in an effort to hide.

“Hi, Scott. Hey, Y/N,” He greeted his son’s friends before shooting his son a look of annoyance. You both waved as he walked away.

“Nice playoff,” You deadpanned, taking the magazine out of Stiles’ hands.

“Hey, give that back! I was actually reading about the Mets-”

“You three. Come on in,” A voice said from beside you. You all looked over to see Gerard standing before you.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” He read off of a file. “Beacon Hill’s smartest student. Very involved in the community; honor society, student council, writer’s club, and you still find time to volunteer. I see you’ve been lacking a bit. You haven’t logged many hours in a few weeks.”

“My parents divorced and I had to pick up shifts at the clinic,” You explained, not straying too far from the truth.

“That’s a shame. Sorry to hear about that,” He said unsympathetically. “Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete. Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse.”

“Oh, actually I’m already-”

“Hold on. McCall,” Gerard held up a finger. “You’re the Scott that was dating my granddaughter.”

“We were dating but not anymore. Not dating. We broke up. I’m actually in a new relationship,” He said, taking your hand. You and Stiles looked over in annoyance at your stumbling mess of a friend. “With Y/N. We’re dating now.”

“We are?” You asked, getting a look from Scott. “I didn’t know we’re official. Uh, yeah, yeah.. We’re dating now.”

“Childhood friends. It was bound to happen,” Scott shrugged. “Isn’t that right, babe?”

It took everything inside of you not to gag at the way he called you babe without any sort of irony. You swallowed and nodded.

Stiles scoffed before you kicked his ankle. “Sorry. I’m still bitter about that. I liked her too.”

The new principal chuckled before looking back at Scott.

“Well, that’s too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me,” Gerard smiled before looking away. You yanked your hand from Scott’s and shot him a look. “Now listen guys- Yes, I am the principal but I really don’t want you to think of me as the enemy.”

“Is that so?” Stiles asked sarcastically, making you let out a breathy chuckle.

“However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention.”

You looked over and Scott and realized he was looking past you. You looked to your right in time to catch Stiles’ gaze. He looked around at all of you before his jaw dropped.

“I threw the-” You began.

“No, I got it!” He flailed his arms. “I’ll go..”

——

“Stiles!” Scott called after his best friend who marched away. “Dude, I’m sorry! I freaked out! Y/N brought up the idea and Allison gave the okay so I assumed-”

“But I didn’t!” He stopped, turning back to Scott. “She asked me and I told her I wasn’t comfortable with it! Of course you assumed. You always do!”

“Stiles, I’m sorry-”

“Youalways are, dude! You never ask for permission. You always beg for forgiveness! I’m so tired of you just jumping into your own plan- … Wait, Y/N came up with the idea?”

Your eyes widened as he looked over at you.

“Did I say Y/N? No, it was my idea. That was all on me-”

“NO, Scott, it’s okay. Yeah, I did,” You confirmed, looking at your boyfriend. His face dropped, no longer showing an ounce of anger. He was hurt. “I just.. figured it’d be a good way around my mom’s strict rules so I could spend more time with you. But then you turned it down so I didn’t talk about it again.”

“Why would you-.. You told me it was Scott’s- You know what? Never mind,” He scoffed and walked off.

“Sti!” You began to walk after him before Scott held his arm out, preventing you from chasing after him. “What are you doing? I need to go after him.”

“He needs to cool down,” He shook his head. “Or else he’ll say something he doesn’t mean. Just give it an hour, okay? The conversation will still be there.”

“You’re right,” You hesitated. “God, it feels awful to hurt his feelings.”

“Tell me about it,” Scott sighed, looking over his shoulder to see Stiles walk around a corner. “Come on. Let’s go get some lunch, yeah?”

———

“Hey, you want me to wait on you, or should I catch another ride?” You asked as Stiles closed his locker after school.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be. It’d probably be best if you got another right,” He sighed. He wasn’t trying to hurt you. He genuinely didn’t know how long detention would run. Not to mention, his feelings were still hurt. His stomach dropped at the sight of you. Though it was a small lie, he couldn’t help but fear the possibility of his best friend developing feelings for the girl he loved wholeheartedly while in this fake relationship. After all, it hadn’t even been a full year since Scott got over his little crush. What if it came back?

“Stiles, can we just talk about this? I’m so s-”

“I have to get to detention, Y/N,” He shook his head before walking off. He was never one to be vulnerable, let alone when he was hurt. You thought you’d seen him open up more towards you but seeing him dismiss you made you think your relationship just took a step back.

You sighed. You weren’t expecting this reaction. He was genuinely hurt, and you could understand why; you lied. You’d be offended too considering a lot of your relationship was built on always telling the truth. It made you nervous, the impact of a small lie.

You’d recently learned more about the Delvoux family and kept it hidden from everyone, including Stiles. The powers developed in certain generations of the family. Those with magical abilities were often cursed; many of them went crazy. Of those, almost every single one either committed suicide or a heinous crime. Magic was a hard thing to control, and it often was the one doing the controlling. The stronger the witch and the more magic she used, the higher the risk was.

You didn’t say anything because the chances of having any sort of magical abilities were slim. It wasn’t until you started feeling tingling in your fingers and predicting events that it hit you; you had the ability. You thought you had it under control, but the magic kept finding you. Predictions came naturally. Not only that, but your intelligence was another form of magic in and of itself. Perfect grades regardless of the lack of studying, being able to understand even the hardest of topics, figuring out perfect plans for the pack to use during trying times; it was all your bloodline’s gift. Truth be told, you had no idea how long you’d been using magic to ace exams and focus on your studies.

“Hey,” Allison spoke, bringing you out of your deep thoughts. “I heard about Stiles. Are you okay?”

“Scott told you?” You sighed, adjusting your backpack.

“Yeah. I almost didn’t believe it until I saw him walk past me a minute ago,” She nodded. “How are you holding up?”

“Oh, I’m fantastic,” You smiled sarcastically, making her laugh.

“Wanna come over? We can get our minds off of our relationships and just watch a movie or something,” She offered. You hesitated before realizing that was actually exactly what you wanted to do and nodded. “Alright. Let’s go! I’ll let you pick the movie.”

You walked out to her car and made a quick stop by the video store, opting for the movie Inception. You also dropped by the store and picked out a few snacks for the movie, laughing and joking the whole time. She really had a way of cheering you up in your worst times.

After returning home, you greeted her parents. You knew they were skeptical of you, being Scott’s friend and all, but they smiled and treated you with nothing but kindness. You sat down at the dinner table after your movie and made them all laugh with your goofy stories and sweet disposition.

“Let’s go to my room and study!” Allison giggled, pulling you away from her mother and running up towards the stairs. She almost ran into a man dressed as a cop, apologizing as she moved aside. You caught glimpse of a small wooden container with a wolfsbane flower engraved on the top and froze. She gave you a look of concern before being summoned into her father’s office. “Go ahead. I’ll be right up to tell you everything.”

“Okay,” You nodded, jogging up to her room. It was only a few minutes before she opened her door with urgency and made her way to you.

“We need to do something about Isaac. Like right now. They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out-”

“I saw that! I’m assuming they’re sending him to Isaac?” You sighed. “He was carrying a box with wolfsbane in it. I could tell from the top because it was carved on top.”

“Wolfsbane?”

“Yeah, it’s toxic to the werewolves. I think they’re gonna-”

You stopped at the sound of your phone going off. You looked up at Allison before grabbing and answering it.

“Hello?” You hesitated.

“Hey, sorry. Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. He had my phone the whole fucking time!” Stiles’ voice echoed into your ear, making you frown. You could tell by his tone that he was still angry.

“It’s cool. Look, we have a bigger problem on our hands. I’m with Allison and her dad just sent a guy dressed as a sheriff’s deputy to the station for Isaac,” You explained. “He was carrying a box of wolfsbane with him.”

“Oh my god. They’re gonna kill him,” Stiles said. “Okay, okay, what’s the plan?”

“Um..” You trailed off.

“You don’t have a plan?!”

“Doyou?” You rebutted. “I just found out about this literally five seconds ago!”

“Okay, uh, you and Allison follow that guy to the station. Slow him down, alright? I’ll meet you there,” Stiles scrambled for the words as he conceived the plan on the spot. “See, now that wasn’t too hard was it?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll see you soon. Bye … Allison, let’s get in your car. I’ll explain everything on the way.”

You both ran downstairs and hopped in her car before speeding off. You quickly filled her in on the plan and within a few minutes, you had the man on the ground screaming with an arrow in his leg.

“Nice!” You whispered, making her smile. “If things don’t work out with Scott, just know I’m next in line.”

“Noted,” She chuckled. “I’ll keep the spot reserved for you.”

You laughed as you both ran away to get some distance. Once you felt safe, you picked up your phone and dialed your boyfriend.

“Hey, did you slow him down?” Stiles answered.

“You could say that,” You let out a breathy chuckle as you looked at Allison.

“Alright, well, uh, I’m headed to the station right now.”

“Where’s Scott?” Allison chimed in, leaning against your head to hear the conversation.

“Isaac’s.”

“Does he have a plan?” She followed up.

“Yeah, but not a very good one. And unfortunately, we don’t really have time to come up with anything better,” Stiles huffed.

“I have to go find him,” Allison said.

“Oh, that’s not a very good idea either,” Your eyes widened.

“No! That’s a really stupid idea actually!” Stiles cried. “Stay at the station. It’s safer there. He should be going all out werewolf right about now.”

“Let’s split up,” Allison brushed off. “You stay here. I’m only a phone call away and Stiles is on the way.”

“Allison!” Stiles shouted. “Al, listen to me! You’re safer as a group! Stay with-”

“She’s gone,” You sighed. “Fuck! What am I supposed to do here? What’s Scott’s plan?”

“This wasn’t a part of it,” Stiles squeaked. “I’m picking up Derek right now, okay? Hide. I’ll be right there. And Y/N!”

“What?”

“Just.. be careful, alright? I’m still pissed but I really don’t know what I would do without you so just stay safe,” He lowered his tone.

“You too,” You smiled softly. “Take a breath. We got this, okay? I’ll see you soon.”

“Thanks. I love you, bye!”

You sat in an alleyway and watched as people entered and exited the sheriff’s station. You kept your eyes peeled for anyone with a limp. Time seemed to fly by now that you finally heard him say he loved you. Ever since your lab earlier, you felt anxiety swell in the pit of your stomach that begged to know just how badly you screwed up. His tone cleared it all up; this was simply argument. Nothing catastrophic.

Just as your mind began to wander back to the thoughts and secrets of your bloodline, you saw a familiar baby blue Jeep pull up. You smiled and jogged up to it before tapping on the passenger’s window.

“Would you please tell this person of interest that going in there as a distraction isn’t the best idea?” Stiles flailed his arms.

“I’m an innocent person of interest!”

“You?!” Stiles laughed. “Yeah, right!”

“Going back to your question, it depends on the distraction,” You shrugged. “If you flirt, you’re golden. It’s the new deputy and she drops everything at the opportunity to get her dick wet.”

“She has a dick?” Derek raised his brows

“I don’t know! It’s just an expression,” You chuckled.

“You’re only saying that because you hate her,” Stiles deadpanned. “She doesn’t drop everything for male validation. She just happened to have flirted with me in front of Y/N.”

“No. I might not like her but I’m just saying the truth,” You argued.

“Oh, so now she’s capable of telling the truth!” He gasped.

“Stiles, refer to me in the third person again and I will do this by myself,” You huffed.

You opened Derek’s door and motioned him to walk in front of you before following close behind. You and Stiles waited for him to capture her full attention before sneaking in behind them. Stiles led the way to his father’s office, typing in the code to a small safe. When he opened it, there was nothing in there.

“Oh, no..” He mumbled, making you peak over his shoulder before you looked at one another and took off running. You looked through the hallways and whipped a quick right to run into a cop. “Oh, uh, just looking for..”

You both looked down at the man’s leg to see it was impaled with an arrow. “Oh shit..”

He held out a gun and pushed the two of you in front of him, herding you to the holding cells. You saw Stiles trip beside you and took the opportunity to yank the fire alarm. The man’s eyes lit up with anger before shoving you with force into the room. You stumbled and fell backward into the open cell.

“That’s not good,” You muttered, pausing to look around for the feral werewolf that loomed in the room. As soon as you caught a glimpse of him in the corner, he launched his body into that of the faux cop. He stumbled back before trying to fight back. His hand was quickly caught and bent to an ungodly angle. You took the opportunity to run towards your boyfriend, checking him for any scrapes before looking back once again.

“Are you okay?” He asked, holding your face in his hands. You nodded before seeing a figure appear at the doorway.

Derek entered the room and stomped on the vile of wolfsbane before calmly looking up at Isaac. Your eyes widened in fear when his eyes shifted to your boyfriend; the intention of maiming in killing was certainly clear now.

In the midst of the chaos, you lowered your jaw and felt yourself give him a deadly look. Isaac approached with a similar look until he caught your gaze. He froze, making the men in the room look towards you as well.

“Back.Off,” You ordered with an authoritative voice. Isaac simply stared at you, the look of horror slowly arising. “GET THE FUCK BACK!”

He stumbled back with utter terror, falling back into the wall behind him and curling into a ball. You heard his whimpers and breathed out a sigh of relief before looking back at Stiles. His lips parted in amazement.

“How did you do that?” He breathed.

“Peter was right,” Derek spoke up in disbelief. “You’re a Delvoux.”

He quickly gathered his beta before fleeing the scene, leaving you and Stiles in the room alone with the unconscious man on the opposite of the room. Stiles got up and offered you a hand.

“So what else are you hiding from me?” He furrowed his brows. “You gonna cast a spell of forgiveness next?”

“Wha- I didn’t even know I could do that!” You argued, making him scoff.

“I don’t even know what to believe anymore,” He grumbled, letting go of your hand.

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Stilinski?!” You shouted. “This is the thanks I get for saving your life? Yes, I lied. And I’m so sorry. Truly. You have to know how guilty I’ve felt about hiding this from you. But you don’t get a free pass into every bit of information about my life just because your my boyfriend!”

“Jesus Christ, Y/N. I never asked that from you! All I ask is for the truth. If you’re not ready to talk about something, then fucking tell me that! I won’t push you to talk about anything but I feel like a boyfriend should know when his girlfriend is going through something. I’m fed up with your secrecy!” He shouted. “You had no right to tell me your little dating plan was Scott’s idea!”

“You’re right, Stiles. That one is completely on me, okay? And I won’t ever do that again. I’m sorry I hurt you,” You lowered your tone, but anger dripped from your following words. “But this whole Delvoux thing?! I’m hiding most of it to protect you because I would assume you wouldn’t want to know that it’s a fucking curse!”

“A curse?” He blinked. “What do you mean by that?”

You stayed silent and looked away.

“Look, I get that you don’t wanna talk about it but don’t hold back on my account. I can handle the-”

“Stiles?” You heard a voice from the doorway, making your boyfriend look towards his father. You sighed, holding back tears from the argument. “Y/N, wait in the lobby. Stiles, come with me.”

You nodded and walked past the group of deputies, towards the lobby. You could hear the inaudible shouting from his office and closed your eyes, wishing this would all just stop. You wanted nothing more than to curl up into your pillow and cry away the hopeless feeling that sank into the pit of your stomach. You placed your head on your hands to hide the tears that refused to stay in your eyes, not knowing how much time passed before you felt a familiar presence in front of you.

“Hey,” Stiles spoke softly. You remained in your position, not wanting to show your tear stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes. “Can we talk in the Jeep?”

You sighed and nodded before grabbing your backpack and standing up, not daring to look at his sympathetic gaze. You walked out in front of him, seeing his hand move past you to open the door. He repeated the usual act when you got to his Jeep. You hopped in and wiped your cheeks as he jogged over.

“I’m sorry,” You began. “I’m sorry for not telling the truth and for hurting you. It was never my intention. You didn’t deserve that, Sti. I’m so sorry.”

“I know,” He nodded. “I’m sorry for acting so childish. I don’t think I would’ve been so mad had Scott not said you were his earlier. I was acting out of jealousy and you didn’t deserve that either. It’s okay that you hid some stuff from me and that you lied. I get it. And you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. Just know I’m here for you if you want to.”

“I feel like I’ve been on the verge of a mental breakdown from not telling you everything. I think you should know,” You sighed, swallowing the knot in your throat. You proceeded to tell him everything; the magic, the way you mindlessly used it for your intelligence, the effect it might have on you and it being the reason you’ve been so hesitant about looking into it.. You didn’t want to accidentally use more magic. He listened intently while rubbing his hand on your thigh.

“We’ll find a way,” He reassured. “We always do.”

“I don’t know, Stiles,” Your voice finally broke. “I don’t think we will this time. I’m so scared.”

“Hey, come here,” He whispered, pulling you into his embrace. “I will find a way around this if it’s the last thing I do, okay? You’re going to be okay. You have my word. And I’ll stick it through with you no matter what.”

He held you tightly as you sobbed quietly into his shoulder, rubbing your back for the few minutes you allowed yourself to cry it all out. Once your breathing finally regulated, you leaned back again.

“I don’t know how I would do this without you. I love you so much,” You laughed, wiping the final tears from your face using the sleeve of your shirt. “It actually hurts sometimes.”

“God, I feel that in my soul,” He chuckled, reaching over to wipe your cheek with his thumb. “Love sucks. No one ever tells you how bad you feel when you hurt the person you love. Or how your chest literally feels like it’s going to explode when they fall asleep on it.”

“It sucks so bad,” You giggled, making him smile. “I don’t even wanna imagine what heartbreak is like.”

“Oh, I don’t plan on ever feeling it with you,” He admitted. “I refuse. You’re just stuck with me I guess.”

“I’m okay with that,” You looked into his eyes. “I’m still sorry.”

“It’s okay! It’s okay! All is forgiven,” He laughed. “Just please don’t cry again because holy shit I feel like I just got punched in the gut.”

“Okay, I promise I won’t cry again,” You smiled. He returned the facial expression, looking at you with utter admiration. “So you were jealous, huh?”

“Oh my god. So fucking jealous!” He said, making you laugh again. “Like I was fully prepared to just like punch him and surround myself in mountain ash.”

“If it makes you feel better, there’s nothing to be jealous about,” You put your hand on the side of his neck.

“Oh?” He raised his brows. “Why’s that?”

“Because I am so, completely, and utterly yours. I don’t think anyone could compare to you. You’re like the best boyfriend ever. I mean, you’re hot, nice, smart, and hot and funny and caring, oh and did I mention hot?!” You grinned as he threw his head back in laughter before scrunching your nose. “Also, Scott?! EW! Bleh! Hell no! I really do see him like a brother so that’s just fucking gross!”

“Thank God,” He leaned back and sighed in relief. You took his hand in yours and took in his features, still not quite believing he was yours. “I love you.”

“I love you more, dumbass,” You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Hey, my mom’s working the late shift. You mind if I stay the night?”

“I was just about to ask you actually,” He chuckled. “Yes, please stay the night!”

“Okay, I’ll definitely make it all up to you tonight,” You said, a little more seductive than you anticipated. His eyes widened in response. “Let’s go.”

“H-hold up,” He stuttered. “Wait, wait, wait. What? Tonight?!”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. We just got into an argument so I totally understand if don’t want to-” You blushed.

“NO! I mean, uh,” He squeaked before clearing his throat and speaking in a deeper tone. “No, I definitely want to. But didn’t we promise Scott not to until he..?”

“He did it last night,” You smiled. “So?”

He looked at you with wide eyes and lips parted before clumsily fumbling to start the car and speeding off. You laughed at his urgency and the grin that painted his features. “This is gonna be awesome.”

EPISODE THREE ->

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My heart goes out to Ukraine and those oppressed under the Russian regime. My soul feels heavy knowing about the horrors going on in their country. Innocent people and children are dying because of a mentally unstable facist’s pride. I stand with Ukraine and their heroic fight for democracy. I have never felt such pride as I do seeing these people fight for their freedom and livelihoods. They are truly the definition of heroes. If you want to donate, please visit this website. It will provide you with multiple organizations and charities that you can donate to.

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A/N:Sorry y’all. You know me, I’m a SLUT for some angst. Can’t have a relationship without an argument from time to time. I just have a feeling Stiles is like super petty as a way to hide his vulnerable side before he comes to his senses and apologizes. I promise he’ll get better at handling his emotions, he’s just ✨traumatized✨. I feel like he needs Y/N’s divine feminine energy to really get in touch with that side of himself. Anyways, I’m ranting now. SERIOUSLY HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE WITH THE SERIES RN OMG.

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To Fall for a Friend

SEASONTwo

Stiles x Reader

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.

1. Episode One ->
2. Episode Two ->
3. Episode Three ->
4. Episode Four ->
5. Episode Five ->
6. Episode Six ->
7. Episode Seven & Eight ->
8. Episode Nine->
9. Episode Ten->
10. Episode Eleven ->
11. Episode Twelve ->

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TFFAF UPDATE -> (what to expect in the next few months)

Chapter 1

S2 Episode One

SUMMARY: Y/N discovers more about what Peter told her the night he died, choosing to keep some facts hidden. Lydia goes missing and the pack commences a full on search for the potential new werewolf.

WORD COUNT: 4670

TW: none besides the usual cursing lol :)

“Come back to bed,” You boyfriend whined, throwing his favorite pillow at you. You laughed and twirled in his desk chair to face him, only to notice he was already under the covers. “You didn’t come with us to look for Lydia and now you won’t even come to bed!”

“Okay, you say that like I had an option. My mom’s got me on strict house arrest ever since she found you in my room the other night. Also I think I found something,” You smiled before throwing back the pillow, making him groan. You’ve been actively scouring the internet for answers since the last conversation with Peter, especially now that you had a disgusting amount free time with your century-long grounding. Luckily, your mom typically worked the late night shifts so you were able to sneak Stiles in at midnight on most nights. “Can I just read this to you before we go to sleep? I’ll make it quick.”

“Nope,” He said nonchalantly. “Bed. Sleep. Now. We have to wake up early tomorrow and it’s already-”

“2:00 AM, I know,” You pouted, knowing it was his kryptonite. “Pleaseee.”

You heard a sigh and the creak of his bed before feeling his presence behind you after you twirled back to the computer. He crouched down and pressed his lips to your neck, making a shiver go down your spine.

“Fine. What did you find?” He asked, voice muffled into your hair. “You have five minutes to explain before I pick your ass up and take you to bed.”

“It says here that the Delvoux family was believed to be a long line of mages from France-”

“A mage?” Stiles perked up. “Isn’t that a witch?”

“Yeah, kinda! But anyways-“

“Does that mean you can cast spells and use magic?” He looked over at you with an excited look. “Because that would be awesome.”

“I doubt it but let me finish,” You laughed before kissing his cheek and reading on. “It says here that the Delvoux are infamously known for casting a spell on the Rowan tree in 1598, giving it the ability to scare off evil beings and create barriers against the supernatural.”

“Like wolfsbane?” He asked, pulling up another chair to sit next to you. He leaned forward to read on, staying silent for a few moments as his eyes scanned the page. “Wait, the Delvoux family created Mountain Ash?!”

“That’s not even the craziest part!” You scrolled down. “Listen to this, their descendants’ blood is said to be laced in mountain ash.”

“Okay so what does that mean?”

“It means, I’m basically untouchable by the supernatural,” Your tone was laced in excitement as you took off into another rant. “Well, kind of. My blood acts more like wolfsbane-“

“Woah, woah, woah,” Stiles stopped you. “How do you even know you’re a Delvoux? He could’ve just been saying this to put you in danger.”

“Apparently during the Salem witch trials, the Delvoux family was forced to change their surname in order to protect themselves,” You explained before looking over at him. “Stiles, they changed their name to Y/L/N.”

He narrowed his eyes in thought, staying silent for a moment before speaking up again.

“You think your Hogwarts letter got lost in the mail?” He joked.

“Fuck off,” You playfully shoved him, making him chuckle. “Read the second paragraph from the bottom.”

You watched as he subconsciously moved his lips as he read along, squinting ever so slightly to look at the small text before opting to read out loud.

“The Delvoux descendants’ blood is known to be poisonous to supernatural beings. If enough blood is shed, it’ll paralyze and eventually kill the attacker?!” He looked over at you. You nodded. “In very rare cases, those who have managed to spill a lethal amount of fresh Delvoux blood are cured. They no longer possess any sort of supernatural abilities and are by all accounts human.”

“So if a supernatural being manages to kill me, and somehow my blood doesn’t kill them, they’re cured,” You summed up.

“Yes, thank you, Sherlock,” Stiles rolled his eyes. “I got it the first time.”

“Sorry, I’m just excited,” You giggled. “There’s a way to test if I really am one.”

“How?” He questioned. You smirked. “Oh god. Is it bad?”

———

“What do you mean you want a drop of my blood?” Scott furrowed his brows as he closed his locker. “No! That’s so fucking weird. Even for you.”

“What do I have to do to convince you?” You rolled your eyes.

“What are you gonna do with it?” He asked carefully.

“I already told you! A science experiment.”

“I can literally hear your heart speed up, dumbass. What’s the real reason?” He turned to walk toward the parking lot.

“Give me your blood and I’ll tell you,” You smiled sweetly. He scoffed and walked off. “Scott! Please! I-.. Ooh! I’ll do your laundry for a week.”

He stopped in his tracks.

“A month,” He turned around.

“Two weeks,” You bargained.

“And you have to clean my room tonight,” He raised his brow.

“Deal,” You stuck out your hand. He reluctantly shook it. “Anyways, how’re things going with the secret girlfriend, lover boy?”

“Shh! Keep it down, would you?“ He hissed before frantically looking around. “How did you know?”

“No one! I figured it out on my own,” You said. “I saw you sneak into a classroom together the other day.”

“It was Stiles, wasn’t it?” He deadpanned.

“You know, I don’t appreciate the whole listening to my heartbeat thing,” You scowled. “But in his defense, he didn’t tell me about it until last night when I asked, and I had to beg him to tell me. I’m only asking because I wanted to make sure you were okay after everything that went down with her dad.”

“Oh,” He responded softly. “Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks for asking. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I was trying to keep it under wraps.”

“So you told Stiles?” You chuckled.

“No, he actually did see us sneak into a classroom,” Scott laughed. “I’m actually surprised he didn’t tell you sooner.”

“GUYS!” Stiles squeaked as he ran over to the two of you, practically shoving people out of the way as he approached. “I think I have something about the Lydia case! My dad told me that there was a grave robbery last night. Get this, normally they steal jewelry. Last night, they stole a dead lady’s liver.”

“She ate the liver?” Scott’s face scrunched up in disgust.

“No, I didn’t say she ate it. I just said it was missing,” Stiles shook his head. “And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It’s the most nutritious part of the body.”

“Yeah, but it’s also a dead woman’s liver,” Your face scrunched up in disgust.

“I never ate anyone’s liver,” Scott challenged.

“Yeah, right, ‘cause when it comes to werewolves, you’re a real model of self-control,” Stiles muttered. You walked behind them and almost ran into him with the way he came to a stop. “Actually, wait- hold on. You’re the test case for this so we should be going over what happened to you.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?”

“Oh, I bet I can answer this one,” You finally spoke up with a smirk. They both looked at you. “Allison. He couldn’t stay away from her. Hell, he still can’t.”

“She’s right,” Scott shrugged.

“Allison. Okay, nothing else? Seriously?” He groaned.

“Nothing else mattered,” Scott confessed.

“Maybe we can start with Jackson?” You offered. “She was looking for him all night. And she never stops talking about him. It’s gotta be him. Maybe you guys can catch him in the locker room and talk to him.”

“Like he’ll wanna talk to us,” Scott huffed.

“Okay, then threaten him,” You said simply, earning two very amused smiles. “What? It worked last time.”

“That’s my girl!” Stiles praised, wrapping his arm around you and rubbing your arm with pride.

“Jesus Christ. You’re rubbing off on her, dude,” Scott laughed before turning to walk into the school.

“Oh my god. Take that back!” You called, making Stiles use the hand he previously held up to playfully and gently shove you. “I’m kidding! Aww, Stiles don’t walk away. I was joking!”

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“This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski,” Mr. Harris’ voice boomed through the room, making you jump. You turned to look over at your boyfriend on the other side of the room who stared at the teacher with wide eyes. “If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career.”

“Can you do that?” He asked sarcastically, making you chuckle quietly.

“Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I’ve ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently,” Mr. Harris said. “I’ll see you at 3:00 for detention.”

Your jaw dropped as you caught Scott’s surprised gaze.

“Mr. McCall. Miss Y/L/N. Look over again and you’ll be joining him.”

“Yes, sir,” Scott mumbled.

You rolled your eyes and looked back at your quiz, mentally cursing out the teacher that had a personal vendetta against Stiles. You knew he was holding Sheriff Stilinski’s previous accusations against his son. You looked up once more to see your friend group working vigilantly on the quiz before beginning your own. You were about halfway through when you noticed someone in the corner of your eyes stand up. You looked over and saw Jackson holding his nose before running out of the room. The teacher shot Danny a questioning look.

“Nose bleed,” He responded.

“Oh, no problem. Continue your quizzes, class. Remember, this is timed!”

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“You coming to the funeral?” Scott asked as you walked out of the school with him.

“I thought we weren’t allowed to go because of Allison’s dad?” You furrowed your brow.

“Has he ever stopped us from doing anything?” He smirked.

“Yeah,” You deadpanned. “Like a lot of things actually.”

“No, we just found new ways of doing them!” Scott rolled his eyes. “You think you can sneak out of the house to come?”

You sighed and looked over at your mom’s car before looking back at Scott.

“I don’t know. That woman is currently reigning with an iron fist. She’s been watching me like a hawk since she caught Stiles sleeping in my bed the other day,” You shook your head. “I’ll try but no promises.”

“Let me talk to her,” He smiled before marching over to the vehicle.

“Scott, wait! I don’t think it’s a very good idea to ask her!” You chased after him before he turned over his shoulder and took off into a sprint. “SCOTT I SWEAR TO-“

“Hey, Scotty!“ Your mother greeted as she opened her window.

“Hi, Y/M/N! How are you?“ He smiled as you caught up to him.

“Good,” She narrowed her eyes. “The answer is no to whatever you were gonna ask. She’s grounded.”

“It’s just to Kate’s funeral. We’re getting Allison’s friends together for emotional support,” He explained. “I’ll have her back home as soon as it’s done!”

“Now why couldn’t have you just dated Scott?” She looked over at you. “See, he’s a respectful and thoughtful young man! I know damn well he wouldn’t be lingering in your bed at a questionable hour of the night. If Stiles abided by Scott’s moral code, maybe you wouldn’t be grounded right now.”

You shot her a look of annoyance and bit your tongue, not wanting to say anything that might upset her. Scott shifted uncomfortably at the tense silence.

“I’ll think about it,” She finally said.

“Thank you,” Scott smiled. “I gotta go get ready, but, uh, just shoot me a text if you wanna walk there together.”

“Yeah, will do,” You pursed your lips before he walked off. You walked over to the passenger’s side, threw your backpack in the back, and got in.

“No smart remark? You must really wanna go,” Your mom said as she put the car in drive. “Scott’s single now, right?”

“Yes, Mom. He’s single,” You lied.

“I might even consider ungrounding you if you broke up with your boyfriend and went on a date with him instead,” She sighed, sparking an idea in your mind.

“Really?” Your eyes lit up, making her smile. She was oblivious to the light bulb that just went off in your mind.

“Yes, really.”

“Noted,” You nodded, sitting back in your seat and pulling out your phone to text Scott.

Y/N:meet me at my house in hour

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“Hey, so she let you go?” Scott asked as he walked up to your porch, noticing your black dress.

“Yeah,” You nodded, patting the porch swing as an invitation to sit next to you.

“Is everything alright? Your mom seems..”

“Intolerable and rude?” You suggested. “You can call her a bitch. It’s okay.”

“You said it, not me,” He chuckled, making you smile as you looked at your shoes. “You okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. She’s just been weird with the whole divorce thing,” You shrugged. “She said she’d consider ungrounding me if I broke up with Stiles and went on a date with you.”

“That’s ridiculous,” He furrowed his brows.

“Okay, but what if we did?” You looked up with a smile, making his eyes widen. “What if we-”

“Woah, um, listen Y/N- Stiles is really into you and I’m in a relationship with-“

“What?No! Listen,” You turned to face him. “What if we pretended to be in a relationship? It would get her off my ass and the Argents off of yours. I mean we obviously have to talk it through with Stiles and Al but I think it might work out in our best interest if we played pretend. This way we can hide behind a fake relationship so that we can actually be in our real ones.”

“Oh, thank God,” He breathed. “I thought you were going to profess your love or something.. That’s actually not a bad idea. Yeah, let’s talk to them tonight. It might break your dad’s heart though. I don’t know who’s more in love with Stiles; you or him.”

“Oh, a hundred percent him,” You laughed before you stood up and extended your hand to help him up. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, baby, I’m ready,” He smirked, taking your hand slowly before you swatted him away with disgust. “Wait, babe! We can fix this!”

“Fuck off!” You squealed as he ran behind you with extended arms. “Scott, get away! I’m serious!”

“Snookins! I don’t wanna go to bed angry!” He laughed as he picked you up from behind. “Forgive me, sugar cheeks!”

“EW!” You laughed as you jumped out of arms. Your foot landed on a wet patch of dry grass and slipped out from under you, making you fall and skid your knee on the nearby sidewalk. You yelped and shifted your weight to allow you to sit down.

“Oh shit!” Scott gasped before running to your side. “Are you okay? Y/N, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s okay! I’m okay,” You breathed with a smile. “It’s just a little scrape. Don’t get too close. I-”

“No, you’re actually bleeding pretty bad,” He winced as he looked at your knee. Your stomach drop with anxiety at the possibility what effect your blood might have on him. “Want me to..”

He blinked before clumsily taking a seat next to you. “Fuck, I just got lightheaded.”

“Scotty, are you-..” Your eyes widened at the realization; your blood was toxic to him. You felt your heart race slightly as you looked down at your knee. It was bleeding, sure, but it was nothing crazy. If this small amount of blood was enough to make him dizzy, you didn’t want to imagine how much it would take to have a bad effect on him. You quickly stood up and limped back. “Let me get you a bottle of water and clean this up real quick.”

“No, no. Sit down, I’ll go inside and-“ He began to push himself up, shaking his head to clear his vision.

“Scott, I’m fine! I’ll be right back,” You said quickly before limping back up your porch stairs and to your door. “Don’t move, okay?”

“Honey, what are you- oh my god, your knee!” Your mom gasped from the kitchen before rushing up to you. “What happened?”

“I tripped. It’s not as bad as it looks, can you run a bottle of water out to Scott? He’s a little light headed from the blood. I’m gonna clean this off and wrap it. I’ll be out in a second,” You explained. She nodded before disappearing into the kitchen and coming back with the first aid kit and a bottle of water. “Thanks.”

“No problem, holler if you need me. I’m gonna check on Scott,” She responded before she walked outside.

You worked quick, wincing as the disinfectant entered wound and noticing that it was a lot smaller than you expected. You finished up within a couple of minutes before going back outside to see Scott standing and chatting as if nothing happened.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Your mother furrowed her brows, checking his pupils with a light to rule out a concussion.

“I’m sure,” He chuckled before turning to you. “Hey, how’s the knee?”

“Oh it was pretty small, it was just a bleeder,” You smiled. “We’re gonna go, Mom. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Let me drive you,” She began before seeing the look on your face. “You know what? If your knee is alright to drive, take the car. I don’t want either of you falling on the way. Keys are in the ignition.”

“Really?” You smiled, earning a nod. “Thank you!”

“Be careful!” She called as she walked back into the house. You limped slightly to the car and waited for Scott to hop it to turn it on. You both sat in silence as the engine roared to life and you backed out. You were well aware that he knew something was up. Even if he wasn’t able to hear the sound of your racing heart and smell the anxiety that you radiated, he knew you to your core. He knew your mannerisms and the way you acted when you were hiding something from him.

“Do I wanna know?” He asked.

“Good question,” You chuckled nervously as you sped down the familiar roads of Beacon Hills. The drive to the cemetery was only a couple of minutes from your house.

“Y/N,” He tilted his head in annoyance. “What’s going on with you? You’re constantly spaced out and you’ve been so distant. Then today you ask me for a drop of blood? Obviously it has to do with-“

“Okay!” You burst out, causing his lips to seal. “Fine. Look, I found out that my ancestors created Mountain Ash. I know how crazy that sounds and I wasn’t sure if it until I saw you get light headed.. but the lineage has it in their blood. And it acts kinda like wolfsbane,” You sighed. “It’s toxic to the supernatural.”

“I’ve been around wolfsbane. It doesn’t do that,” He shook his head. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“There’s a lot to it that I don’t even know yet,” You admitted before pausing. “There’s a lot to it that I haven’t even told Stiles about.”

“.. Why?” He asked as you pulled into one of the cemetery’s parking lots. You thought carefully about your words, not wanting to give too much away but also not wanting to lie. You parked the car and sighed before turning to him.

“I found a lot of information and I don’t know what’s true or false. A lot of it is really cool but there’s some shit in there that..” You trailed off. “I just didn’t want to scare you before I knew all of the facts is all.”

“Oh.. Okay, well I won’t push you to talk about anything you’re not ready to tell me. Just know I can keep a secret and a level head. I’m always here for you. You know that,” He reassured. You smiled and hopped out of the car, wincing a bit from the impact. You locked the car and began walking towards him, giving him a hug.

“Thanks, Scotty,” You mumbled into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you in return.

“Of course,” He replied, lingering in the hug before pulling away. “We should go. The funeral’s starting soon.”

“Okay, let’s go hide behind a tombstone so we can get up close,” You giggled before walking off.

“I like the way your mind works,” He responded before following you through the woods. You both ran up to a tombstone, careful to avoid any eyes or cameras and watched from a distance. You shot a smile to Allison as she sat down with her family before an old man wandered in. You quickly realized he was an Argent with the way he made his presence known; taking one of the cameramen’s SIM card and hugging the family.

“Who is that?” You whispered. He held up a finger as he listened to the conversation that unfolded between the Argents.

“Yo,” You heard your boyfriend run up to you before feeling his kiss against your temple. You smiled before getting a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Hide,” You pushed them back, barely avoiding the family’s gaze. They both looked at you with wide eyes before you nodded, giving them the okay to peek again.

“Who the hell is that?” Stiles whispered, choosing to put a pin in his witch comment.

“He’s definitely an Argent,” Scott responded before listening in again. Allison looked over and smiled softly at the lot of you.

“Hey, you know, maybe they’re just here for the funeral. I mean, what if they’re the non-hunting side of the family?” Stiles suggested. “There could be non-hunting Argents. That’s possible, right?”

“I know what they are,” Scott looked back at him.

“Reinforcements,” You pursed your lips before seeing the two boys beside you suddenly get pulled back.

“The three of you. Unbelievable,” Sheriff Stilinski growled. Your face scrunched up at his disappointment as you picked up his tie.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m supposed to ask,” Stiles muttered as he led the three of you back to his car.

You all sat through his lecture that proceeded with a deafening silence. You sighed and ran your hands up and down your thighs, deep in thought about your gut feeling, hoping it was nothing more than a coincidence before Stiles placed his hand over your own. You looked up at him and smiled.

You okay? He mouthed, earning a reassuring smile and nod that he didn’t quite buy.

“4-1-5 Adam,” The radio chattered, making your eyes widen in recognition.

“Disturbance in a car,” You muttered.

“Atta girl! You’re starting to pick up on these now,” Stiles grinned, speaking quietly.

“I’m sorry, did you say 4-1-5 Adam?” The sheriff clarified.

“They we’re taking a heart attack victim DOA. But on the way to the hospital, something hit ‘em.”

“What, hit the ambulance?”

“Copy that. I’m standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There’s blood everywhere,” The voice continued as your boyfriend curiously leaned forward with a look of concern. “And I mean everywhere.”

You looked over at him and to the door, signaling an exit. He nodded before the three of you slid out and ran towards his Jeep. You drove into the dusk, looking for the ambulance. Once you finally found it, Stiles parked a few hundred feet away before you all got out and made your way towards the scene.

“What the hell is Lydia doing?” Stiles questioned as you all hid behind a small hill a close distance away.

“I don’t know,” Scott said.

“What kept you from doing that? Was it Allison?” You breathed, catching glimpse of the bloody interior of the emergency vehicle.

“I hope so,” Scott muttered.

“Do you need to get closer?” Stiles anxiously sighed. Scott sniffed the air before responding.

“No, I got it.”

“Scott,” You shook your head, feeling your heart clench. The boys looked over at you, worried about the words that followed your somber tone. “Just.. I just need you to find her. Please just.. just find her.”

“I will,” He nodded, patting your back before getting up again.

“Hey, she’ll be alright. I know this is scary, but I have faith she’s okay,” Stiles whispered. You furrowed your brows as you looked back at the ambulance. “Hey, hey, look at me. I think we’ve seen enough for a lifetime’s worth of nightmares.”

“Stiles, I.. How are you holding it together so well?” You blinked away the tears in your eyes. “It’s like one big blow after the other. Peter, then the whole stupid fucking witch thing, and Lydia missing-“

“I’m so not holding my cool right now,” He chuckled sweetly, caressing your cheek and wiping away a stray tear. “I’m dying of anxiety at all times. But.. I don’t know. Something about having you around kind of makes it to where I can breathe again.”

“Sti,” You smiled before leaning fully into his embrace. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” He chuckled, feeling the familiar warm sensation spread in his chest at your words. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing you say that.”

“I’ll just have to say it like a billion more times then,” You giggled.

“A billion?” He laughed. “That’ll take you a lifetime.”

“I mean-”

“STILES!” Sheriff Stilinski shouted into the woods, making you both duck. “I saw you, dumb ass. Get out here. Now!”

“Damn it,” He clenched his eyes in frustration before pushing himself off of the ground. You both scrambled to get up and walk over to him. He stood there with his arms crossed and a stern glare that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Do my lectures mean absolutely nothing to you guys?” He scolded, making the awful feeling in your chest multiply. “Do you understand that we have a potential kidnapping murderer on the loose? Do your lives really mean that little to you?!”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stilinski,” You shook your head, trying to clear it of the anxiety. There was now a buzz in your right ear.

“It’s not her fault, Dad. I just-“

“Oh, I know it’s not her fault, son. You and I are going to have a serious conversation about your inquisitiveness and ability to drag your best friend and girlfriend into the worst possible situations!” He shouted. You knew he was speaking at a loud level, but the buzzing got louder as he continued. You winced and covered your right ear. They continued to talk as your eyes closed from the noise.

“Hey, you good?” You heard Stiles say before feeling a grab at your shoulder.

“Lydia,” You whispered subconsciously. “She’s near.”

“Wh-What do you mean?” He stumbled before your head looked over to the woods. And there she stood. Naked and shivering. “Oh my god. Lydia..”

You suddenly snapped back to reality, seeing the face of utter disbelief on your boyfriend’s face before jogging over to her as you took off the coat your borrowed from him. You quickly wrapped her in it, shielding her body from the wandering looks of the men behind you and pushing away the thought of the conversation you weren’t quite ready to have with Stiles; the truth about everything you’ve learned. He was bound to ask about everything later.

“Here. Take this,” You whispered before hugging her. She gladly fell into your arms, shivering violently. “You’re okay. I got you.”

“Thank you,” Her voice shook before wrapping her arms around you and letting out a sob. “Thank you.”

Chapter 2 ->

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So Much For “I love you”-Part One

Summary: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) a girl that soon realized her world was about to come crashing down all because of a blue-eyed wolf…

(Y/N)= Your Name
(Y/L/N)= Your Last Name

Isaac Lahey x Reader

Requested: Yes (A long time ago, I might add)

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(Y/N) POV:

*Then*

“Isaac I can’t just leave. What about the pack, what about my family” I exclaim. He walks towards me a soft look evident on his face, he takes a hold of my hand and interlocks them together. I sigh and move away from leaving him confused.

“I know this is a lot to handle, Isaac. We’re all still hurting but you can’t expect me to up and go. I love you, Isaac, I do. But I can’t leave not now not ever” I explain.

“ (Y/N) I know you don’t wanna leave Scott, the pack, and your family. But you, Scott…Derek you three are the only family that I have left and I can’t watch you die in my arms, (Y/N). So please” Isaac pleads.

“Isaac…"I whisper. I take his hand and place it on my cheek comforting the distressed wolf.

“I’m not Allison… I miss her so much, she was always there for me whenever I needed her… I miss her, Isaac just as much as you do but I’m not her. I’m me…(Y/N) (Y/L/N), your girlfriend. She’s a human girl with a human family. That gets average grades and is hopelessly in love with a guy named Isaac freaking Lahey” I begin to say ever so softly. A tear escapes slowly streaming down my face.

“And if he loves me as much as I love him… He won’t leave me here alone, he won’t make me go somewhere I don’t want to go because if he truly loves me he’ll stay and fight beside me till we fall to the ground cause we were protecting someone that mattered” I continue to say.

“I can’t leave them here, my family is human, Isaac. They can’t fight like me, they can’t heal like you or Scott. So they need me to protect from whatever danger is coming their way because they matter to me” I finished. Tears were uncontrollably streaming down my face.

“And you matter to me… (Y/N) please don’t make me go without you” Isaac cries.

“Then don’t go” I respond.

“It’s not that simple (Y/N)” Isaac says.

“But me leaving my family is. What made you think that I was just going to leave my family, my friends, my hometown…I can’t, I don’t think I have the strength to leave” I reply. He looks at me in defeat, the look of desperation washes over his facial features.

“You mean everything to me, Isaac. And I love you to the moon and back but all of this is too much to ask an emotionally wrecked girl. I lost my best friend, I almost lost Stiles tonight I don’t wanna lose him again, he’s like a brother to me Isaac” I cry. I cup his face, everything slowly becomes drawn out as I look into the icy blue eyes.

“I’m sorry (Y/N) but I’m not going to stay here and watch you die” Isaac says. My heart breaks in two, I step away and turn around not wanting to see him.

I hear him pick his bag up off the ground. I try to block it out every little sound that he made. Everything was becoming too unbearable for my heart to handle.

“I guess this is goodbye” He says. I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears. I turn to face the boy I love, my arms folded loosely across my chest.

“I guess so” I say bluntly. He drops his bag and runs towards me, his hands on my hips and our lips connected as he kissed me goodbye. I push back and fold my arms once again looking at the floor.

“Please come with me” Isaac pleads once again.

“You know I can’t do that, Isaac. Scott, my parents, Lydia…. I can’t leave, Isaac. They mean too much to me” I reply.

“(Y/N)…” Isaac says. I turn away not wanting him to see me cry.

“Please, Isaac just go, your leaving me whether I come or not. So please make this easier for my heart and leave” I yell.

“But (Y/N)…” He says. I turn around once again to face him, my emotions suddenly all over the place.

“Isaac… go” I plead. He walks towards his bag and picks it up once again. He slowly closes the door behind his eyes never leaving mine. He abruptly stops and says one more thing.

“I love you” He says and shuts the door. I collapse onto the floor in tears, my body slowly starts to become weak as I continue to repeat the love of my life leaving me. I look up at the door and replay those three words in my mind.

“I love you too” I say….

*Now*

“Hey (Y/N)”

“Hello…”

I shake my head as the sound of a very familiar voice wakes me up. I turn to look at Scott and Stiles, one gives me a concerned look and the other one looks at me annoyed.

“What?”

“The plan remember” Stiles says. I roll my eyes and lay back onto the jeep.

“Look I’m glad I’m a part of your plan, Stiles. But I’m not even sure if I wanna go to college yet” I say. He gasps at my response cause both me and Scott to laugh. I sit upright and look at the boy beside me.

“Something is seriously wrong with her. Scott what does she smell like” Stiles says. I glare at him and stick my tongue out.

“She smells…-” Scott begins to say. He looks up at the sky thinking.

“Sad, Scott I’m sad. Thought you’d be used to it by now. It’s basically a common state for me” I answer.

“Whats wrong?” Scott’s ask concerned. I sigh and face the alpha next to me.

“I was thinking about the night Isaac left” I begin to say. Stiles looks at Scott with this I told you so look on his face causing me to glare at him.

“I keep asking myself what if, you know” I finish.

“Hey, you’ll be okay. My mum said to this to me when me and Allison broke up "They’re you’re first love everything will be amazing and exciting-” Scott begins to say but I cut him off.

“But you’ll end up finding someone else that’ll end up being just as amazing as the first” I finish.

“See you’re getting it” Scott says nudging me in the process. Stiles waves his arms in frustration causing both me and Scott to look at him.

“Dude the plan” Stiles says.

“Don’t worry Stiles you can have him back I’m gonna talk to little wolf anyway” I say. I jump off the jeep and walk towards a chained up Liam.

“(Y/N) you’re a part of the plan as well” Stiles yells behind me.

“Love you” I yell back casually . I stand beside Liam and look up at the sky.

“How you feeling?” I ask.

“I feel great by the way” Liam yells.

“He’s busy at the moment little wolf, Stiles is currently discussing the ‘plan’ aswe speak” I mock. Liam groans in annoyance and rests his head on the tree stump.

“Ughhhh it was only one time I seriously don’t know why I’m even here” he exclaims annoyed. I roll my eyes thinking about all the other times he’s done something stupid during the full moon.

“You sure about that” I reply with giggling. His face turns red in embarrassment as he start looking up at the the stars. I join him in this little activity thinking about the times where me and Isaac would do the same.

“The stars are quiet beautiful tonight, they just sit up there slowly burning throughout the night peacefully and without a care in the world. You know Me and Isaac use to do this all the time it was my favou-” I start to say without thinking. My eyes go wide as I fully process what I just said.

“Isaac?” Liam says while looking at me intrigued.

“Ahhhhh it’s nothing don’t worry about it little wolf, You know what I’ll meet you in the jeep” I say. I quickly walk towards the jeep and get inside. I lean back against the chair slowly sliding down my mind is filled with thoughts.

“What did he do?” Stiles asks as he walks up to the door.

“Nothing, Stiles. He done nothing” I reply.

“Then why do you look like you’re about to cry” he says.

“Seriously stiles don’t worry about it okay I’ll be fine” I say.

“Pfffft a nd I have a six pack with biceps the size of your head. Now come on, whats wrongs” Stiles says. I laugh at his reply and sit up in my chair.

“If you really wanna know I started thinking about my time with Isaac okay and how we’d use to look at the stars, see I told you it was nothing okay” I reply.

“Look you need to talk about him whether it’d be with me, Scott or Lydia but you need to talk about him (Y/N)” he says. I nod my head and usher him out the jeep. I lean back into the seat and close my eyes thinking about what Stiles had just said.

After a while, I get out of the jeep and sit next to Scott. They both look at me concerned looks plastered onto their face.

“I thought about what you said and you’re right. I need to talk about him so why not do it now” I say. They both send me small smiles.

“Where do I begin. Isaac was my first everything, my first love, my first kiss etcetera, etcetera. And I loved him so much… He was there for me when you were the nogitsune, Stiles” I begin to say. Scott puts his arm around my shoulders in order to comfort me.

“Things were great you know. I even saw a future with him, then everything turned sour when Ali died. She was the glue that held everything together. I didn’t know what to do after that and neither did Isaac or that’s what I thought. When he asked me to go with him I was surprised. Deep down I wanted to jump into his arms and scream yes at the top of my lungs but then I thought about you two, my family, Lydia… the pack. I begged him to stay, I begged and I begged but just like that he was gone and I was standing there cold and alone. I tried so hard to forget about him but all I do is end up missing him even more it’s like I’m going crazy and I haven’t figured out how to get over it” I finish. By this point, I was balling my eyes out. Scott was hugging me, rocking side to side as the night continues to tick away

“No matter what (Y/N) you’ve always got us okay” Scott says with a stupid grin on his face. I laugh lightly and hug them both.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you two, seriously” I say. I let go of the hug and chat to them for a little while as some time passes stiles begins to say something.

“Hey you think it’s been long enough” Stiles says referring to the chained up wolf.

“Yes” Liam yells. We all walk towards the little wolf, Scott puts his hand into his pocket and begins to take the keys out.

“Are you sure you’re okay” Scott asks.

“Yes, I’m fine” Liam replies.

“Well if we see your naked butt running around town again I’ll be dragging you here myself little wolf” I say with my brows raised slightly.

“I said I was hot” Liam replies.

“Yes well my grandparent didn’t appreciate seeing a particularly naked young boy running outside my house at two in the morning. Now let’s get going we got things to do”

*skip rest of car ride*

Me, Scott, Malia and Stiles finally make it to the school. We wait for Kira as she was the only one that wasn’t here.

“I’m going to get her” Scott says.

“How are you going to go through all the traffic” Stiles asks.

“I have a way. You guys go to the library, I’ll go back home and get my bike” Scott’s says. We nod our head and wave bye to Scott.

“You guys go ahead I need to do something that I haven’t been able to do in a long time” I say. I play with the necklace Isaac gave me for our anniversary.

“Oh hell no. Do you really think I’m gonna-” Stiles begins to say but Malia cuts him off.

“We’ll meet you at the front of the school” Malia says. Stiles begins to protest but Malia motions her hands to the necklace. Stiles looks at it and then finally understands what I meant. They both walk away, I smile a little as they both remind me of the relationship I had with Isaac.

I walk towards the lacrosse field, my hair and clothes drenched in water. I stand there, the necklace firmly in my hand as I begin to think about the memories we made together. After a while, I look at the necklace a tear slides down my face.

“I love you and I let you go, Isaac Lahey”I throw the necklace far away. My heart finally feeling at peace. I turn around and come face to face with a man.

“You look a lot like the girl in the photo” he says. I move away from him my heart racing. I look at his hands and see long claw protruding from his fingers.

“What are you?” I ask.

“Someone wanting to know where Scott McCall is” he says. I try to run past him but he grabs my arm and pulls me towards him, he then puts his claws up to my throat.

“Look I don’t know where he is okay” I say. 

“Now that’s a lie isn’t it” He says. He digs his claws into my throat causing me to flinch. 

“You won’t find him and even if you do you won’t even know what hit you” I say threatening. He chuckles and leans into my neck. 

“Oh, naive little girl… just you wait and see” He whispers into my ear. We walk to the tunnel that we were under before Scott went to pick Kira up. Coincidentally both Scott and Kira were there. He growls causing the both of them to look in our direction. He pushes me out of the rain, his claws digging into my lower back. 

“Hey, Kira. How was the trip?” I say trying to lighten the mood. The strange man pushes me to the side and runs at Scott and Kira. Everyone begins fighting, Kira takes out her sword while Scott takes out his claws. I crack the bone in my neck and get ready to fight.

“How cute. You all think you can actually beat me” He says. I raise my brow and pull my knives out. 

“Of course we can. Afterall your just another one of our useless obstacles” I say. 

I run up and attack, he dodges some of my advance causing me to attack him even more. He grabs my arms and kicks me in the stomach making me fall to the ground in pain. Scott and Kira then proceed to fight him, he pushes Scott to the side leaving Kira. She takes her sword out and slashes the air and then proceeds to attack, he easily blocks her moves and hit her back causing her to fall.

“A true alpha. Where’s your power, Scott” He says. 

“Who are you?” Scott asks.

“A devoted fan. Show me the man that took down Deucalion, the man who broke the Argents. I came for that alpha, COME ON” He replies. Scott roars and then attacks him. Kira gets up and then attacks him once again but he blocks every move. 

“I didn’t come just to claim your status” He starts to say. 

I stand up and ready my knives once again but I was pulled back by some guy. He attacks him landing a few blows here and there but not enough to take him down. Scott stands up and dodges every throw taken towards him but that guys grabs him by the throat and lifts him into the air. Then he impales Scott with his claws, Scott slowly kneels onto the ground his eyes flashing back to his normal eyes. 

I push past Kira taking her sword and run towards Scott getting ready to attack once again. Scott then grabs him and stands up his eyes back to his alpha ones. I smirk to myself and aim her sword at him while he lays on the ground.

“I don’t know who you are or what you thought you were gonna do but I’ll give you a choice. You can stay and I’ll break something else or you can run” Scott threatens. He looks at us and then turns his to face Stiles. I kick his leg getting his attention, I then lean crouch down in front of him the sword now on the ground. 

“I’d run” I whisper. He stands up, holding his broken arms and runs. I stand up picking up the sword and throw it back to Kira. We all walk towards each other, I turn around to face the guy behind us curious as to who he is. 

“You don’t remember me do you” he says. We all stand there silent, I fold my arms across my chest.

“Nope not one bit” I say. He chuckles and starts walking towards us. 

“I always liked that about you, (Y/N)” He replies. I take my knives out and aim them at him. 

“How do you know my name” I threaten. 

“I guess I look a little different since the fourth grade” He says. 

“…Theo” Scott says. He nods his head a smile slowly emerges onto his face. I put my knives down and place them back into my boots. 

“You know him” Malia says. I smile to myself as the memories of us begin to flash through my mind. 

“Yeah, we use to know him. We were best friends for three years” I reply. I look around the group of people everyone reactions seem so different. 

“Trust me I thought I’d never get to see you guys again. A couple months ago I heard of an alpha in Beacon Hills… When I found out his name was Scott McCall… I just couldn’t believe it. Not just an alpha but a true alpha” He says. 

“What do you want?” Scott asks.

“I moved back to Beacon Hills…back home with my family. Cause I want to be a part of your pack” He answers. 

“That was a really nice speech, Raeken. But all I wanna do and I’m pretty sure most of you agree is to sign our stupid initials onto a library shelf in the school, okay. Now if you don’t mind we’ll be going” I say before anyone could say anything I left and started walking towards the library. We all walk to the library in complete silence, all that could be heard was the sound of rain hitting against the ground. 

“That was interesting” Malia says breakining the silence. 

“Yeah” I reply. 

“What were you doing anyway (Y/N)”Scott asks. 

“I was letting someone go” I reply. He looks at me confused, i just pat his shoulder and continue walking ahead. We make it inside the school all of us sigh in relief. 

“I’ll be back. I have to go to my locker” I say. They nod their heads and stand there talking. 

I jog towards my locker and grab whatever I needed and began jogging my way back to the group of teens. I frown as I approach them as they all sounded like they were arguing with someone. 

“Hey what the hell is going on” I yell. Everyone turns around and looks at me with a sad expression. I look at them weirdly, not sure whats going on. 

“Hey, (Y/N). What the hell happened to you” I hear a very familiar voice say. He booked to walk towards me cupping my face as he examines my injuries from the fight. I push him away my emotions suddenly all over the place as the love of my life stands in front of me after all these years.

“Don’t start caring now Isaac it’s too late for that” I reply coldly. My hearts racing over a thousand miles per hour while my mind is all over the place, Why now, why here, why me…

“I don’t know why you’re here or why you’re back Isaac but I’ve had a bad night so if you’d like you can go back to France and never return. Oh yeah and this is for leaving” I say, I punch him in the face as the sudden urge of anger starts to raise inside me. He stumbles back a shocked look plastered on his face, he wipes the blood of his nose and fixes his composure, He looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes still full of love and it made me even more angrier.

“I’m here because of you” He says. I roll my eyes and scoff as I continue to glare at the boy in front of me.

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Isaac. It’s been years since you up and left me, I needed you, I relied on you Isaac… so what makes you think that you could come back and think that everything would be okay. I’m still healing mentally and emotionally so I really don’t need this at the moment Isaac so leave… its what you’re good at” I yell tears streaming down my face with every word.

“(Y/N) please listen to me” he begins to plead with me. I scoff and roll my eyes once again, no matter how much I’ve yearned for him touch or to see him once again I’m not going to fall for his lies anymore, I’ve let him go so I need to stick by it.

“Isaac stop I’m done with this conversation and I’m done with you. Let’s go guys Lydias probably waiting for us” I say, I walk away the pack following behind as we make our way towards Lydia.

“Sooooo that was interesting” Stiles says while he catches up to me.

“Ugghhhh don’t even get me started, seriously this night couldn’t t have been any worse. I just wanna write my initial on that stupid library shelf and go home, my grandparents are probably worried” I reply annoyed. He laughs and puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Well it seems like your wish just came true cause I spot Lydia right now actually so library here we come” he says. I smile and hug him once more before letting to go met up with Lydia a bit quicker than the others. I give her a big hug and she hugs me back surprised.

“Took you guys long enough and what was that for even though I’m not complaining” she says with a confused yet concerned look on her face.

“I’ll catch you up tonight, sleepover?” I reply.

“Uhhhhh of course” she replied, I laugh at her response and hug her once more while we wait for the others to catch up.

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Isaac Lahey was my first everything, he was my first my love and also my first heartbreak. I had given that boy everything I could and yet that still just wasn’t enough my heart wasn’t enough because when I needed him the most he left…

I hate him so fucking much, that it hurts to still be in love with him. He left me, abandoned me, threw me away like I was simply nothing but trash to him, so how dare I still love him… how dare he still be on my mind after all he’s done to me, how dare he not be hurting still after all these years apart, how dare he make me feel the way that I do, how dare he expect to me to fall into his arms like he never left or none of it never happened…

I hate him so much that my heart can’t seem to stop being in love with him and it hurts, it hurts so much and I’m not sure if I fully let him go…“I love you”… yeah so much for that.

The Avengers: 

• Steve’s your boyfriend and Tony your brother
  
• Self harm scars
• You gave your life to save them 
  

Loki:

• Training with him
  
• You visit Asgard
• Separated
• Serious injuried

Steve Rogers:

• Taking care of your daughter
  
• Surprise
• He stays at the hospital
• Home

Thor: 

• The sky
  
• You like him

Tony Stark: 

• Like your father
  

Vampire Diaries:

• Dating Damon, but Stefan tries to flirt with you
  

Damon Salvatore:

• Horrible date
  
• Your parents
• Having you for the night
• Fight
• Wonderful weekend
• True trust 
• Come back
• Perks

Stefan Salvatore: 

• He looks at you
  

Teen Wolf: 

• Stiles got Detention
  
• Accidentally walking into Jackson 
• How Stiles looks at you

Part 1

I knew I was somewhere cold. I could feel my skin clamming up and the goose bumps forming on my arms. I was laying down on my back, staring upwards, but my eyes were closed. There was a bright light shining through my eyelids, causing me to be hesitant to open them. 

I slowly opened my eyes. My hand flew to cover them immediately. I looked around. I was in a white room. The walls, the floor, the ceiling…all white. I looked down at my bloodied grey jeans and blue t-shirt. I was in the same outfit as when I was with the Dread Doctors. Was I dead? Was I hallucinating? The last thing I remember was Stiles carrying me away from the Dread Doctors. 

“Y/N.” A voice came from behind me. 

I stood up immediately. I wobbled around for a second, trying to catch my balance before turning to the area I heard the noise from.

“Who’s there?” I ask, my voice coming out scratchily.

I look in the corner of this “room” and see a person standing, with their back to me. They had all black on and was carrying some kind of weapon.

“You can’t tell me you forgot me all ready.” The voice responded, turning.

“Allison?” I ask, the word coming out with confusion and shock.

Allison, brown hair and bow and arrow and all, smiles, opening her arms for me. I run forward and embrace her. 

“I can’t believe you’re here.” I whisper, pulling away. “Aren’t you de-” I cut myself off. I didn’t want to say “dead”. Maybe that was too harsh. 

“Dead?” She asked laughing. “Yeah, I am.”

My heart dropped. “So, does that mean I’m..?”

“Not necessarily.” Allison replied.

I look at her, confusion running over me.

“You’re not dead. You’re almost dead. You just have to have a driving force to get you back to the other side.” She smiles. “So I’m here to help.”

“How am I supposed to know what my driving force is?” I ask.

“I think both you and I know what it is.”

“Stiles.” I breathe. 

She nods. “Think about your most favorite memory of him. Think about it hard. Almost re-live it.”

“If I do this…will I ever see you again?” I ask. 

“You may never physically see me but…know I’m always there with you.”

I closed my eyes and began thinking back to my most favorite memory of Stiles and I. 

“Stiles?” I call out, walking up the stairs of his house. “Where are you?”

“I’m up here, Y/N!” Stiles yells. 

I ran the rest of the way up the stairs and turned into his room. He had a clear writing board placed in the direct middle of his room. Drawings and pictures were hung all over it with different colored string connecting them. 

“What’s this?” I asked. 

“Something to keep me sane.” Stiles answers pinning up another photo. I glance at the photo and see Jackson Whittemore’s face on it. Stiles grabbed a piece of red string and connected the photo to the word Kimera. 

“This is amazing.” I said, examining everything.

Stiles smiled slightly. “Like you.”

“What?” I laugh, turning to him. 

“I was just saying how amazing you are.” Stiles replied. 

“You’re pretty amazing yourself.” I said. “Oh, this one’s easy.” I grab the picture of Jennifer Blake and pin it up on the board. I grab a red piece of string and drag it to the word “Darach” written on the board. I miss the word by an inch.

“Here, let me help you.” Stiles says, grabbing my hand in his and shifting it upwards. 

I should have pulled away right then, but I couldn’t. The electricity that was running through our fingers was something like no other. I knew that at that moment I loved Stiles. And the shimmer in his dark brown eyes, made me hopeful that he felt the same way.

I gasp for air and open my eyes, immediately not regretting it. The dark brown eyes peered down at me with hope in them. 

“Thank god.” Stiles breathes. “You’re alive.”

He paused for a moment.

“I couldn’t let the last thing I told you be something horrible like ‘don’t die on me.’” He fumbled with his words. “I love you too, Y/N.”

Y/N - Your Name

Word Count - 1512

Prologue - Welcome to the Fun house, Blackwood.

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.” 

Mischief

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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.

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2. Mischief - Stiles Stilinski
3. Fuck The Rules - JJ Maybank
4. Beautiful Girl - Newt
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You Are The Only Exception ~ .

She’s Different ~ ’ .

Just Play ~ .

Never Thought That Would Happen ~ , .

Unexpected Guest ~ .

It’s Too Late For Me To Cry ~ ’ .

We’ll Sleep Down Here ~ .

I Know It’s Hard For You ~ .

He Did What? ~ .

Why Would You Write This? ~ .

I Want Your Heart To Beat For Me ~ ’ .

It’ll Pass ~ .

Go Back To Sleep ~ .

Wait ❤️ ~ .

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Okay Who Likes Her? ~ .

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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.

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