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Sarky Stiles or Little Liam (pt 2)

Part 1

Summary : Stiles has been your friend for most of your life. He had the most in common with you, especially seeing as you and him were the only members of the pack who were not supernatural. The Dread Doctors are the latest threat, but you are surprised that the person who saved you was not your best friend and biggest crush.

Pairing : Stiles Stilinski / Liam Dunbar x Reader

Warning : Possible bad language. Pretty morbid in places with mentions of death.

Word Count : 2,585

Stiles drove you to school, but Liam decided to walk. You caught a smug look on Stiles face when you hopped into the jeep. “What Stilinski?” He held his hands up in defence, “nothing, just glad your boyfriend didn't want to mooch a ride from me.” “Stil-” He cut you off before you could defend yourself. “I know you Y/N, I know when you're happy.” Turning the key in the ignition, “I just hope you used protection.” As much as Stiles loved to be sarcastic to you even in a serious situation. He only ever used it this time to cover up the hurt and betrayal he felt in his heart. ' If only he were me.'

No one was able to protect you from the Dread Doctors in the end. Theo made sure of that. Boy Liam and Stiles tried their hardest that day to stop them from getting you, but there was no use. Every time they stopped them, they returned stronger. Until they didn't have to return again. During the fight, Theo claimed he got confused. Stating that he didn't mean to hurt you, he thought that it was one of the Dread Doctors. But sure enough, there you were bleeding out on the floor with all of your pack around you. Little Liam, your unofficial boyfriend, as you had no chance to revisit your chat from that morning, and Sarky Stiles sat at your side clinging to your hands as blood filled your mouth. You were going to die. “Scott!” Stiles cried, “Scott you have got to do it, please.” He left you side and started pulling Scott to where you were lying, soaked in your own blood. “Bite her, turn her. I really cant lose her Scott. She is all I have.” As Stiles tried his best to convince Scott to turn you, Liam gripped onto your hand hard. Not realising the pressure that he was applying. “You are not going to leave me, you hear. Not now.” Your free hand rose to his face as you attempted to brush his tears from his face, only to smudge blood onto his cheek. “I'm sorry Little Liam, I -” You coughed, the blood in your throat beginning to choke you “I would have loved – to – be your -” You couldn't finish, your eyes shut and your hand fell from his face. Liam let out a growl, which pulled Stiles from his heated argument with Scott. He instantly dropped to his knees, pulling at his hair.

“Guys, I think she is waking up!” That was Scott's voice that broke through the darkness. “Stiles!” Instantly he was at your side smoothing the hair from your face and kissing your cheek. “Y/N, you're okay. Don't move we need to call Deaton back in to check you over.” “Stiles? Wh-” “Shhh,” his soothing voice filled your ears. You wanted to ask what happened, where Liam was and again what happened to you, but just the sound of his voice lulled you. “Everything is going to be okay.”

Days had passed since you had transitioned, and it was tough. But that wasn't the hardest part about the whole process. The hardest part was deciding what you were going to do. Whether you were going to stick with Liam? Or wait for Stiles, the boy who knew you inside and out? Walking back to the house, with Stiles' jacket around you shoulders. You opted to walk back from the clinic because you thought about all those days you had spent not doing anything while the giant hole in your chest healed. “Stilinski?” “Hmm?” His arm slung around your waist and tugged you closer to him. “What is it Kiddo?” “I'm scared? I never really wanted this. I just wanted to be human, like I was, like you?” A tear ran down your cheek when you thought about it. You thought back to the night that you spent with Liam where he kissed you. You thought back to the next morning when he asked to be your boyfriend, but you didn't answer. You thought back to the evening that same day when Theo impaled you with a metal pole. Resulting in you bleeding out and eventually dying in front of the people you cared most about. But most of all, you thought about now. What was going to happen now? “Hey, you will always be you, okay.” He stepped in front of you and stared deep into your soul. His eyes piercing your skin. You were the one to break out of the frozen scene first as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “Promise me one thing Kiddo?” “Anything..” Your voice muffled as you spoke into his shirt. “Do not try out for Lacrosse. I am already a bench warmer. If you tried out, I might as well just become the cheerleader.” You couldn't help but laugh when you pictured Stiles in the cheerleader attire. “Why don't I try out for cheerleader now? I mean I could probably do all those fancy flips and shit.” He didn't answer, instead you heard a different sound. Something that you hadn't been able to control since you knew what you were. You heard his heartbeat rise. Did Stiles like you, or just the thought of you in the tight skimpy outfit. “Come on, lets head home. Spiderman is waiting for us.” Referring to the movie night tradition you and Stiles had on a Friday. “Well he better have brought pizza.”

You ran up to your room and chucked off the messy bloody clothes that you had been wearing for 2 days. Freezing as you walked passed your long length mirror. You were standing there in your underwear, tracing over the area on your chest that had been ripped apart by Theo. There was almost no trace of where it had been. A huge pang of guilt hit your stomach. You hated this, as much as it was nice to be able to heal so easily, you couldn't help but feel bad for people that couldn't. For you mum. Lost in your own thoughts there was a knock on the door, and like he always does, Stiles appeared in your room. God that boy needed to learn the knocking rules. “Yes Stiles?” Still aware of your current predicament and attire you just thought it would be better to not seem phased. “What is it?” His heartbeat was going like crazy as his eyes searched over every inch of your body. “T-the film?” “Okay, I'll be down in a minute.” You say turning back around, staring at your mark again. Only he didn't leave. He just moved over to you and stood behind you to see what you were looking at. His face instantly showed remorse. “I am really sorry, Y/N. It was the only way to save you.” You locked eyed with him in the mirror, “I couldn't lose you.” His heartbeat was the only sound in the room, pounding against your ears. “It's okay Stiles. You did what you had to do.” “No it was selfish. I should have known that you wouldn't want this. I just couldn't bear to live without you.” Turning around to face the real Stiles. His hands fell onto your hips, preventing you from moving but not in a forceful manner. “I need you to always be here.” His forehead leaned against yours as if he was transferring what he was thinking to you. “I would do the exact same for you Stiles. In a heartbeat.” His heartbeat pounded louder as you laced your fingers around her hair. “You're my everything.” “Are we going to watch this movie or what?” Scott cried from downstairs. You pulled away from him and walked quickly to your dresser. “That was what I was trying to tell you earlier but I got distracted,” he gave your body one more scan before he continued “with talking to you. The others wanted to join us for the movie night. Scott wants to make sure that you're going to be okay.” “Yeah, sure.” You said all flustered, thinking about what could have been if you weren't interrupted. You flung the long shirt that you stole from Stiles and slung it over your head. “Right lets go.” You didn't mean to sound disappointed, but deep down you were.

You were sat down on the sofa between Stiles and Liam. Scott was sat on a different couch with Malia and Lydia. 'Well this was not awkward at all,' you thought. You could sense the tension in the room as everyone would glance at you every now and then. Liam's hand rested on one thigh while Stiles' rested on the other. Clearly both boys were afraid that you were going to bolt at any minute. Pulling yourself up, you walked to the kitchen. “Y/N?” Liam spoke up from the doorway, you heard Stiles sigh from the living room. “Can we talk?” “Here? Not much privacy with all the wolves in there.” You gestured to the front door. “Walk?” He nodded and grabbed a coat. “I'll be back in 10 minutes. No spoilers you.” You instantly heard a laugh leave Stiles' lips. “Hey, no promises on that one.” He walked over to you, placing both hands on the top of your shoulders in front of Liam. “Be careful.” He kissed your forehead and you turned towards the door.

Walking with Liam was odd, for definite. You hadn't spoken to him since that day when you tried to tell him that you would love to have been his girlfriend. But part of you was thankful that you had 'died' before you could have told him. It prevented you from telling him something that you knew wasn't 100% true. You loved Stiles and if you hadn't have had surprise visitors, you may have shared a very intimate moment. “Liam?” “Yeah?” He knew what you were going to say. His heart sank and you noticed. “I don't think I can be your girlfriend.” His lips curled into his mouth. “It's okay Y/N, I think I might give it a go with Hayden to be honest. Seeing how well you have adapted to this world. Maybe she won't hate me like I think she will.” You pulled him into a hug. “She is one lucky girl Little Liam.” He rested his chin on the top of your head, “just promise me, you'll ease her into this world.” “Cross my heart.” He held onto you hand and turned to walk back to the house. “But you need to promise me something. “Tell Stiles how you feel. I heard what you were talking about earlier.” Holding his hands up to defend himself as your jaw dropped. “I promise I was not trying to eaves drop. I just couldn't help myself your heartbeats were going like crazy. You have to tell him.” You sighed, “I know Little Liam. I just don't want to ruin our friendship.” “A wise girl once told me that you gotta get out of here, and start to follow this, who knows where it may lead you.” He poked from your head to your heart the exact way that you had the night you spoke about his mantra. “Whoever said that sounds irritating.” You both burst out laughing as you made your way back into the house. All the eyes falling on the both of you as you stepped through the door. “Go get her stud.” You kissed his cheek as he waved goodbye to the rest of the group, leaving Stiles' house. Plonking yourself on Stiles' lap, ruffling his hair. “Hey stranger.”

You spent most of the night quietly sat on Stiles' lap until you yawned in the middle of the 3rd film. “Are you okay kiddo?” You nuzzled into his chest as you let out another yawn. “I'm a little tired,” you rubbed at your sleepy eyes, “can I sleep here.” He laughed at your response, “kiddo you live here.” Rubbing your back as you cuddled into him further. “No here,” gesturing at his chest. Letting out another laugh. “Sure go ahead kiddo.” Stiles continued to watch the 3rd film with the rest of the group as you fell into a deep sleep on his lap. Once it finished he gestured his finger to his lips as the others excused themselves. Picking up their belongings and leaving Stiles and you on the couch. Slowly he lifted you up, holding you bridal style as you started to stir. “Shh, I'm just taking you to bed.” “Noo! You said I could sleep on you.” You whined like a child. “You promised.” “Shh, you can stay in my room, okay. Then you can cuddle up as much as you like.” He made his way up the stairs. Even without the supernatural strength that you and the others had, he was able to lift and carry you with ease. Slowly lying you down onto his bed. He slipped off your shoes and socks, knowing full well that you wouldn't be comfortable if your socks stayed on. Before he edged his way into the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he returned to you, you were mumbling things in your sleep. In his hands he held a pillow. Like Stiles, you both had your special pillow that you needed in order to sleep. He lifted you head up a little and slid your pillow underneath your head. Placing a kiss on your forehead. “Stiles?” You mumbled eyes fluttering open. “Yes Kiddo?” He led into bed next to you and you cuddled into him. “I think I'm in love with you.” Your head tilted up so that you could look at his face as you said the words. “Like I really think I am in love with you.” Those were the words that he had been waiting to hear since the day that you moved in next door to him. Those were the words that he had almost given up on ever hearing. His hand slipped behind your head and pulled you into his lips. Moving slowly but full of passion. He let out a little groan as he had been waiting for this moment for a while. Swiping his tongue against your bottom lip, asking for entry. You allowed. The kiss went from being soft and sweet to very heated and full of love. He broke away first making you moan as his lips disconnected from yours. “What about Little Liam?” You smiled and kissed him again. “I prefer my Sarky Stiles.” Your lips crashed back onto his, your hands fell to the hem of his shirt as you pulled it over his head. “I mean how can I not.” “But I am not like you. I am not a werewolf.” His head sank into his pillow. You lifted his head up so that he could look you in the eye. “I don't want a werewolf. I'd rather have my Stiles, my jeep driving, baseball bat fighting Sarky Stiles. Perfect in every way.” “I love you, Y/N. Even now you smell like wet dog when you get out of the shower.” You smacked his arm. But he just laughed and pulled you back to his lips.

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