#Stiles killing Donovan and his going back to 'I killed him'

[imaginefan]

Tribrid

Scott McCall X Reader

Word Count: 1604

Requested: @princessskinnee18

Request: Can you do a scott mcall x hybrid reader where she is a werewolf and a vampire AND Can you do a request of the reader being original tribird and klaus and hayley where they she leaves her abusive family goes to new Orleans and she and Scott falls in love and they have a family together

You should have known that no matter where you went trouble would follow close behind, although to be fair to you trouble was already in this town where you got there, werewolves run the place and everything else just runs through it. It seemed that you just added the supernatural roster. You tried to keep your head down doing what you were supposed to, that is until you heard two boys talking. “What the hell is a Tribrid?” One of them asked, the one you realised was human. “I don’t know, maybe we should ask Deaton.” The other said, he seemed to be the alpha, he was nothing like Klaus though, far less confident even with the power that you could feel rolling off of him. “You can smell it?” The human asked. “No, there's nothing different.” The wolf answered and you smirked to yourself, you’d had years to perfect your hidden scent, Klaus was the one who taught you how to do it, he wanted to make sure that you were able to hide from anyone who came looking. “Well we need to find them before they hurt someone.” The human said, you closed your locker holding the books that you had gathered before walking past them. They both stopped talking when you got close enough, only starting again when you were around the corner. “We don’t know if they are going to hurt anyone.” The wolf reminded him. “Well we don’t know that they won’t.” The human answered, you decided to stop listening after that. They didn’t trust you but they didn’t know you either and you wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.

It only took a few days for your cover to be blown. You were heading home after studying for far too long, you heard the screaming in the library and headed straight over, when you got there you saw the human that hung out with the wolf all the time, you’d managed to learn his name, Stiles. He was being chased by someone “Hey!” You called both of them and looked at you and the boy at the bottom of the scaffolding smirked as he turned on you. “You’ll make a good snack.” He said, you raised an eyebrow as he moved towards you. “Run!” Stiles yelled but you stood your ground. “Are you sure that you want to do this?” You asked. “You think you can kill me?” He asked, showing off his sharp teeth and you shrugged. “You think that you can take me?” You asked, showing off your own fangs and eyes before he dove at you, you easily overpowered him, knocking him to his knees and pulling his head back so that he was looking at you “looks like I could kill you.” “Wait!” Stiles called out and you looked up at him, in that moment the boy that you were holding tried to break free from you. “Stop squirming.” You growled, tightening your hold on him. “Donovan, what are you doing here?” He asked. “I came to kill you.” He answered “then I’m going to kill your dad.” “You really should threaten people in the position that you are in.” You warned him. “What does it matter to you, you don’t know them.” He said and you nodded. “You're right I don’t know them but that doesn’t mean that I won’t kill you, they seem like good people and I’ve been trained to kill first and ask questions later.” You answered lips close to his ear as you adjusted your hold on his neck, that was when you smelt it, it smelt like he was dying, there was something wrong with him and by the smell of it, it was going to be painful if you let it continue. Your hands moved into the perfect position to snap his neck. “No wait.” He pleaded. “I’m sorry that this was done to you.” You said softly and before he could even think about it you snapped his neck. “What did you do!?” Stiles asked. “Gave him mercy.” You answered. “What are you-?” You pulled him behind the bookcase as someone came into the library, The Doctors didn’t say anything as they cleaned up Donovan and took the body with them. “Whatever they did to him was killing him, and it would have been painful if I had left him, not to mention he was going to kill you.” You reminded him. “Oh god what am I going to tell Scott.” Stiles asked himself. “The truth, I killed him, tell him that I will talk to him if that’s what he wants.” You shrugged “go home, get some rest.” “You can just sleep after that?” He asked. “Considering everything that I’ve been through, it’s a wonder that I sleep at all.” You shrugged.

The next day you were sitting in the cafeteria eating your food sipping blood from your thermos when Stiles and Scott sat in front of you “can I help you?” You asked. “You know what we’re here for.” Scott said. “Right, are we talking about this here or would you like to go somewhere else?” You asked. “We want you to come down to the Sheriff’s office to talk about everything.” Scott said. “I assume they know about everything that goes on here.” You said and Scott nodded. “He’s my Dad.” Stiles answered. “Right.” You nodded “I’ll meet you there then.”

You did as they asked, meeting them at the station that evening, when you got there, there was one deputy that you could literally smell the ash on, the rest of the building was empty apart from Scott, Stiles and the Sheriff. “The boys said that you had something that you needed to tell me.” The Sheriff said. “I killed what was his name… Donovan?” You asked as you looked at Stiles. “Yes.” Stiles answered. “Donovan. I killed him, snapped his neck like a toothpick.” You said. “And you're proud of that?” The Sheriff asked. “No, but he was dying, I could smell it on him and I thought it was better to kill him then to let him suffer.” You explained. “What are you?” Scott asked. “Tribrid.” You answered “but those weird doctors have been talking about me haven’t they so you already know that.” “We don’t kill people here.” Scott said. “And I don’t let a threat live, the last time I did that I died.” You said. “What?” Scott asked. “There are very specific ways to kill a creature like me but don’t you worry as long as I stay your ally there’s nothing to worry about.” You winked.

You stuck close to the pack after that, helping them where you could and given your unique set of skills that was in a lot of places, however the night of the Supermoon you were the only one that could stop Theo’s plan, with Liam completely giving into his anger, you had to help. The mountain ash at the exit of the library was the only obstacle, an easy one that you used your magic to get past, when you got there Liam had already done pretty bad damage. “Liam! Look here! You're angry at Scott for what!?” You asked. “He didn’t save her.” He answered and you looked at him. “If that’s the case then you should probably kill me too, I could have saved her, my blood heals everything, one of the upsides to having vampire blood.” You held your arm up. “What?” He asked turning his full attention to you, launching at you, he was easy to deflect and fight off, he was strong and he got a few good hits in before you managed to get to Scott, you bit into your wrist pressing it to his lips, you could see the wounds on his body healing and breathed a sigh of relief, you got there in time. You dragged back, you felt the claws at your neck before you felt the pain and then nothing.

You took in a deep breath as you sat up in the bed, your eyes moving around the room trying to figure out where you were. “Hey it’s okay, you're safe.” Your eyes found Melissa, Scott’s mum across the room. “Where’s Scott?” You asked. “He’s okay, he’s in the bathroom.” Melissa said you nodded. “Thank you, you saved him.” “It’s nothing he’s been kinder than most have, even my parents didn’t love me enough to keep me safe.” You shrugged. “Well it doesn’t matter because I don’t have a pack anymore.” Scott said “Theo won.” “Theo has only won when you let him.” You said “the man that adopted me, the world was against him for a long time before he managed to get on top of it all, he has a daughter, plus me and a whole city to call his own, I would happily help you, whether the others choose to or not.” “Why?” He asked. “You're worth the fight.” You shrugged. “You know in the time that I’ve been here, you’ve never once blamed me for anything or demanded to know why I act the way that I do, you’ve trusted that I had a reason and left it at that. People like you are rare, especially in the world that we live in. If I could find more like you I would but instead I’ll have to settle for protecting the ones that I already have.” You sat up in the bed “you let me know when you're ready to get rid of Theo and put your family back together and I’ll help you.” “Until then?” Melissa asked. I guess I’ll just make sure that everyone stays alive.” You shrugged as you disappeared out of the room leaving Scott to think.

Requests and general question!

#teen wolf one shot #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf #scott mccall imagine #scott mccall one shot #scott mccall #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #female reader

[christinesficrecs]

yo chris! hi its me again, always gotta say what an amazing job you do for this fandom!! 10 outta 10 babe!! ok so onto my ask got any long bad friend scott fics where anyone other than scott is stiles best friend?? much loveee <3

Hey! ❤️ Here are a few. Some long and some not so much.

Can't rely on me by Littleredridinghunter | 116.2K

The pack let him down, that's not really a surprise lately.

When Danny finds Stiles nearly bleeding to death the next day it's the start of a beautiful friendship.

Can the pack make amends before it's too late? Will Stiles ever forgive them for not being there for him when he needed them the most?

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli) | 65.6K | Explicit

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

Go Away, Scott by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere | 66.2K

After the incident at the warehouse, Stiles is fed up with Scott. He finds himself drawn into Derek’s pack and in the process, drawn to Derek himself.

With the Alpha Pack closing in, Derek needs to learn how to trust his pack and those around him. And who better to help him than Stiles?

Protect and Serve by MoonlitMemories | 150.7K | Mature

Stiles discovers the Nemeton starting to grow again in the preserve on Hale land. What does that mean for the pack? More importantly: why does the Nemeton seem so attached to Stiles?

Blindsided by AClosedFicIsNeverRead | 39.6K | Explicit

Derek exhaled tremulously and tried to stay calm. He called several more times, growing steadily more frantic each time, before allowing the truth to settle in: Stiles’ phone was off. “No. No, no, no, please, no,” Derek whispered to himself, barely able to see the screen through his tearful eyes. What had he done? Had he been so blinded by rage that he dismissed Stiles' call for help?

A Healing Silence by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere | 36.3K

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

Anthracite by LupusScintilla (inkandblade) | 106.6K | Explicit

It's been a quiet few years, and the McCall Pack has grown and settled. But, when the Hale Pack return to Beacon Hills they find Scott isn't as welcoming as they had hoped.

Soon they, Stiles, and Lydia, find out that not everything about the McCall Pack is as it has always seemed.

What Fresh Twilight Bullshit Is This? by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella) | 196.1K | Explicit

“I am not Bella!” he insisted, shaking his fist angrily at Jackson, as if he’d been the one to suggest he was. “I am not Bella! I am, like, a Jacob, at least!”

Lydia made a noise of debate from his right and he whipped around to look at her.

“What?! What was that sound?!”

“You’re more of a Mike,” she insisted, shrugging neatly and flipping some curls over her shoulder.

“Wha—” Stiles had never been so offended in his life! “I am not! No way! I am a solid Jacob!”

“Mike,” she argued.

“Who’s Mike?” Scott asked.

“Shut up, Scott!” Stiles insisted, pointing a finger at him but still glaring at Lydia.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #scott is a bad friend #simplyygabriella

[imhidingonceagain]

The teen wolf fandom hates Scott McCall:

Honestly, I love teen wolf but the fandom pisses me off to the core because of their hatred for Scott McCall.

(It doesn't surprise me though, it always happens with shows that have POC as the main character)

And listen to me, Scott doesn't have to be your favorite (he's not my favorite character) but the things people say about him are ridiculous.

The amount of videos people make about Scott and Stiles' fight and the comments blaming Scott exclusively baffle me.

Let me tell you about the amount of bullshit people make up about Scott. I've heard the following statements (I'm sure there's more but I'm only thinking about S5 right now):

1. Scott should've Believed Stiles instead of someone he just met:

Scott didn't just meet Theo! The show clearly states that the three of them were childhood friends so why do people insist on believing that Theo was a stranger. HE WAS NOT. And even if he was, Theo was looking for a pack, Scott was just trying to help someone who was in danger for not having a pack because lone wolves are in danger of dying in the Teen wolf universe. Did you see the show? That's why the alpha twins were so desperate to be accepted by Scott!! Scott didn't want someone who he met in his childhood to be left alone and die.

2. Scott should've Believed Stiles, he's always right:

Contrary to what a lot of Stiles Stans believe, he's not perfect or invincible, he's not right all the time either. He's the same character that accused Derek of being a murderer, he's the same character that thought Liam was cheating in Lacrosse. He's the same character that kept making insensitive jokes about Isaac's abuse.

Why is it so difficult for people to understand that STILES IS AN AWESOME CHARACTER WITHOUT BEING PERFECT?

His flaws make him interesting and realistic (and before you come from me, Stiles is in my top 3 of favorite characters so no, I don't hate him, in fact I LOVE HIM).

3. Scott should've understood Stiles because he had Killed before so there's nothing to blame Stiles about:

Believe it or not I saw someone saying that Scott had KILLED someone when the fight happened and their comment had 300+ likes from people who clearly didn't watch the show.

Let me clarify. I will never, NEVER blame Stiles for killing Donovan because he was defending himself and my poor boy was scared, he didn't have another option.

Yeah, that's clear... BUT WHY ARE PEOPLE suddenly saying that Scott killed?

One of the reasons why Scott kept his status as a true alpha is because he refused to kill (even when they deserved it).

I saw some people calling out the person for saying that bullshit and they proceded to say that Scott has indirectly killed someone.

By that logic EVERYONE HAS KILLED SOMEONE.

4. Stiles was going through a lot so Scott should've just understood:

Scott was going through a lot as well. His girlfriend at the time (Kira) was loosing control. His asthma came back, his beta with anger issues was loosing control as well.

HE WAS KILLED THAT SEASON! SCOTT LITERALLY DIED and his mother had to bring him back!!

I think people forget that Scott was a TEENAGER trying to do his best.

That fight was originated by poor communication skills projected by BOTH characters (Scott and Stiles).

Scott asked!! He asked and Stiles kept being secretive so why is it only Scott's fault? Scott was trying, Stiles was trying, everyone was but somehow you guys blame Scott only.

And, ultimately it was THEO'S FAULT!! He's the villain in that season NOT SCOTT (And I'm saying this as someone who loves Theo).

If you dislike Scott that's your problem, your opinion and it's fine. We all dislike characters, but stop making up bullshit to fit your twisted narratives about him.

#teen wolf #teen wolf movie #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #liam dunbar #kira yukimura #derek hale #tyler posey

[strangerquinns]

angst with a fluffy ending with stiles? where he breaks up with reader after the whole donovan thing (even though she believes him) because he thinks he’s dangerous and could hurt her, and it starts with them as exes and then they reconcile? 💗💗

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

It's been almost a year since Stiles broke your heart. But is that the end of your love story?

angst with fluff

words: 1.5k+

"Stiles?" You watched him nearly trip over himself as he rushed out of his truck and towards his home. The rain was causing your clothes to stick to your body and having a cold shiver run through you. But you didn't care. You could see the pain in his face the moment he turned and looked toward you. It ripped through you and made your chest squeeze.

"Stiles..." You whispered this time as you moved towards him, watching as he stopped for a moment. But as you got closer, Stiles stared at you with blank eyes - emotionless. Like a mask was slipped on. He stumbled back a few steps as you drew closer.

You knew what he was doing the moment you recognized it.

"No...no, don't you dare..." You spoke quickly as you rushed towards him.

"You need to get out of here," Stiles spoke.

"What happened? With Scott? He believed you right?" You spoke, ignoring him. "He believed you right?"

"No!" Stiles screamed, the anger creeping back up. "Fucking Theo got to him before me, but you know what...maybe it doesn't matter."

Stiles let out a breathy laugh of false hope, shaking his head from side to side before his eyes looked back towards you.

"I killed someone, y/n. With my hands, I murdered Donovon."

"In self-defense," You counter-argued, "He would've killed you if you didn't defend yourself, Stiles."

"Doesn't matter. After everything with Void and now this...maybe something truly is wrong with me." Stiles paused and stepped towards you more. "That darkness never left. I have felt it since the moment Void came into my life and it never truly went away. I'm not safe to be around."

"What? Of course, you are. This is just fear talking."

"It's not fear. It's the truth finally coming forth. I'm not good to be around...a-and maybe it would be best if you weren't around me anymore."

Suddenly your heart felt like it was in your throat, "No."

"Just...leave, y/n. Leave...we're done. Don't come around anymore."

That memory played in your mind over and over again for almsot a year. You'd never felt pain like the night that Stiles pushed you away. You knew the moment that Theo came back into town that Stiles had been on edge. That entire time you were always on his side, believing every word that came out of his mouth about what was going on. For the last four years, you stood at his side loving him, believing him, fighting for him.

But after one moment he'd pushed you aside and you knew that it was because of fear. Deep down you knew why he did it and you couldn't blame Stiles at all. But that didn't stop your heart from breaking into pieces and shattering all over the floor that night.

And even after everything seemed to slowly repair itself back together within the pack - nothing could repair what was happening between you and Stiles. In a matter of weeks, you'd lost both your best friend and the love of your life.

"You coming over tonight? Was gonna have a good ol' fashion pizza and movie night." Scott asked, leaning against the closed locker beside your open one.

"Ummm...." You paused and hesitated for a moment. You slowly closed your locker before turning towards him. Scott could see the hesitance in your eyes.

"Please. You haven't come and hung out in so long."

"He’s going to be there…isn't he?"

Scott sighed and nodded his head, "But so will Liam, Lydia, Kira, and Malia. So we aren't going to be alone. The Pack misses you."

You bit down on your lower lip for a moment before caving in and nodding your head. The sad puppy dog eyes that Scott was giving you seemed to really work. Even if deep down you were dreading seeing Stiles,

So you went about your school day like normal, trying to let the nerves go. But it seemed the closer and closer the clock ticked towards the end of the night. There was a moment as you walked back home that you tried to think of excuses to make in order to get out of going. But noting viable came to mind and you knew that Scott would just come and check o you if you made an excuse that you were sick.

It was time to face him.

You'd knocked on the door of the McCall household, and the door swung open only seconds later. And before you could even prepare yourself, the one person you were panicked to see stood in front of you.

Stiles breathed your name softly as he stared down at you. His brown eyes were wide with both shock and a little bit of something else you couldn't sense. But you couldn't ignore that feeling that shot through your chest and moved down, making your body suddenly feel warm. It was the only feeling that Stiles could give you. It was a feeling of home. A feeling of safety.

"I-I...I didn't think...you were c-coming." Stiles spoke softly.

"Scott asked at school, didn't really have me feeling like I didn't have an option to opt-out this time."

"Yeah, Scott has a way of making people feel that way sometimes." Stiles chuckled softly, looking behind him for a moment, before stepping forward and closing the door behind him.

You stumbled back for a moment when he stepped into your space. A shuttered breath left between your lips as the musky scent of his cologne washed over you.

"I-I was hoping we could talk also?"

"Stiles..."

"Please," He begged with his voice cracking slightly. It was like the pain he'd been holding down was finally trying to breakthrough. But he could see it, the pain he caused himself was reflected in your eyes. "I have wanted to make things right because for the last few months I have done nothing but regret what I did to you."

Quickly you felt the all-familiar burn behind your eyes and the clogging at the back of your throat. You shook your head quickly not wanting to rip open the wound you felt was finally starting to close up.

"That night...after I talked to Scott about Donovon, all I could think about was how he was right. How maybe there was something that I never realized was there. This darkness that has lingered around ever since the nogitsune took control of my mind there has been this shadow that never went away."

Stiles took a few deep breaths.

"And even though I knew that you believed me, I knew that I needed to make sure that I stayed as far from you as possible. I was no good for you...or so I thought so at the time."

"W-What...so you thought that pushing me away was going to help? Was going to make me feel better?"

"It was stupid and I hated it the moment that I did it. To see the pain that I put you in..."

The moment Stiles saw the tears streak down your cheeks slowly, he moved quickly on instinct and reached to wipe them from your cheeks. He was thankful that you didn't step away from him. Thankful for just that moment he was able to be near you again, and touch you.

"Why now? Why tell me now after all this time? It's been almost a year, Stiles!"

"Because I can't...I can't let you go no matter how much I know it's selfish of me to want you."

"You truly think for a second that I would still be with you if I knew that you'd hurt me?" You nearly shouted, stepping out of his touch. "That fear that you have, Stiles...I get it. It makes sense how you feel scared and everything that has happened has been horrible. Especially what has happened to you. But I was there by your side the entire time, not willing to let me be there that time was cruel. Like you didn't...trust me or something. Or trust yourself!"

"I didn't trust myself, y/n. That is the whole point!" Stiles spoke with desperation in his voice.

"I love you, Stiles! I still do!" You groaned slightly. "God, you are so smart and yet so stupid at the same time."

Stiles moved back towards you, invading your space again, grabbing your face so your tear-filled eyes focused on him. "Tell me I didn't fuck this up to the point where I couldn't get another chance. I will grovel on my knees for as long as I have to in order to be at your side again. Cause I have felt like there has been a hole in my heart since I fucked everything up."

You sniffled and stared up at Stiles. And as much as your head was telling you to forget him and not give him the chance, your heart ached too much. You'd been walking around on autopilot without him at your side. Stiles was the love of your life, and you knew that.

"Stiles," You whispered before reaching up and grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down towards you. Your lips met against his in a soft kiss, melting into one another for a moment, before the ache became too much. Before his hands moved from your face to your waist, pulling you closer to his chest.

For the first time in so long, you felt like you were able to breathe.

#dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien x female reader #dylan obrien blurb #dylan obrien concept #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x female reader #stiles stilinski x you #stiles stilinski x y/n #dylan obrien x you #dylan obrien x y/n

[sapphireginger]

You Left Me

Summary:

A house needed a foundation to build on and so did their pack but by the time Stiles got the pack to listen, they all blamed him. He didn’t understand why but during one pack meeting they pointed out how all of their problems somehow connected to Stiles. Stiles panicked because in truth he was the one who saved them time and time again. So how was he at fault?

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Stiles didn’t know where he was going as he ran through the forest. All he knew was he couldn’t go back. Home wasn’t home anymore as evidenced by the way his friends couldn’t stand to look at him. He thought he could stay and ignore how they avoided him, but he gave up after a week. The final straw, the reason behind him running through the forest, was a fight with Scott. He felt tears stream down his cheeks as he thought back on the conversation they had less than an hour ago.

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“I don’t know what more you want from me Scott!” he shouted.

“I don't want anything from you. I don’t want you around,” Scott shouted back.

Stiles froze and his eyes narrowed. “Seriously? I haven’t done anything wrong. I defended myself. You know that, and I’ve already resigned myself to being ignored by all of you. I don’t know what else you want me to do.”

“You can leave. You can stop filling the halls with the scent of sadness and hurt. You brought this on yourself. You’re not allowed to walk the halls trying to make us feel bad for wanting nothing to do with you. This is all your fault. You can’t blame us for defending ourselves from you. I mean we know what happened to Allison and then Donovan. Who’s to say Lydia’s not next? Or Isaac? Or Danny? Or Jackson? It’s like the Nogitsune never left!” Scott yelled with a growl.

“Allison wasn’t my fault, Scott. That was all him. I fought—”

Scott snarled. “Don’t lie, Stiles. You killed her and you loved it. Stop using him as an excuse for how fucked up you are! Leave! If I see you again after tonight, I will kill you,” he spat.

Stiles felt his heart shatter. When he looked up again and saw that Scott was serious, he turned and ran.

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The blood pounding in his ears snapped him back to the present. His shirt was soaked through from the downpour. It was late into the night and he didn’t know where to go or what to do. Why should he keep going? His dad intercepted a robber while he was off duty one night and was killed. His dad was dead and he had nothing and no one left.

Beacon Hills had been Stiles’s only home since he was born. It was eighteen, almost nineteen, years later and that was still the case. Through all the clashes with various supernatural beings over the years their small pack stayed strong but it was also fractured. Stiles did his best to mend the cracks in the foundation but it was almost impossible when they didn’t have one to begin with.

A house needed a foundation to build on and so did their pack but by the time Stiles got the pack to listen, they all blamed him. He didn’t understand why but during one pack meeting they pointed out how all of their problems somehow connected to Stiles. Stiles panicked because in truth he was the one who saved them time and time again. So how was he at fault?

Everyone had ignored him for some fault they found in him. Stiles knew their reasons were meritless, but it hurt so bad. He stopped caring. When he tripped on a root and crashed to the ground he didn’t bother even getting up. He just laid on the ground letting the tears stream down his face. He was so tired. He was tired of being alone, ignored, blamed, and a part of him was tired of living. It was a downhill slide from then on. Stiles closed his eyes, curled up into a ball on the forest floor and drifted off.

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He woke with a start, his eyes wide as he tried to get his bearings. He wasn’t outside anymore and he looked down to see himself in dry clothes. He wondered how that happened as he looked around the space he found himself in. It seemed like a small cabin but he didn’t remember any cabins in the forest, and he would remember if there had been one because he’d grown up exploring every inch of it. He rubbed his eyes and blinked several times but the scenery didn’t change.

He looked at his hands and counted. 1, 2, 3…all the way up to 10 to prove to himself that he was indeed awake. He was cold and pulled the blanket closer around him. Wait! He looked at the blanket and then took a deep breath in through his nose. When the scent filled his nostrils it threw him into a pile of memories.

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“Mischief!” a boy called out to him.

Stiles beamed and hurried over. “Hi, Theodorable!” he said giggling.

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“Mischief? Did you ask your mom?”

Stiles nodded and held up a sleeping bag. “She said we can sleep in the tree house!”

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“Happy Birthday dear Mischiefffffff! Happy Birthday to you!” Theo laughed and handed Stiles his gift.

Stiles gasped and squealed. “How’d you get his autograph?!” He threw himself at Theo and beamed.

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“Don’t worry, Theo! I brought all your favorites. Movie night is on!” Stiles cheered

Theo curled up under the blanket. “You’re the best, Mischief.”

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“Hello?” Stiles said quietly as he entered the house. He looked around at the now empty building. His breath caught and he teared up. “No! Where’d you go?” he cried out before searching the entire house, finding no one and nothing. He went outside and collapsed on the porch steps sniffling. “Theo.”

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Stiles’s eyes snapped open and he looked around again. “Theo?” he whispered.

“Hey, Mischief,” a voice to his right said quietly.

Stiles whipped his head in the direction of the voice and came face to face with a guy his age. He was gorgeous and Stiles blushed lightly taking in the blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled jawline (unlike Scott’s crooked one), and the smile. “H-Hi,” he replied quietly. He was struggling to hold back tears when he heard his childhood nickname spoken for the first time in years. Only his mother and Theo had been allowed to call him Mischief. Stiles didn’t realize how much he missed hearing that name.

Theo gestured to the couch. “May I sit?”

Stiles nodded and went to move his feet but Theo simply lifted them, sat down, and let them rest on his lap.

“You had me worried.” Stiles quirked an eyebrow and Theo continued. “I found you. Your lips were blue and when I touched you, you were so cold. I did my best to warm you up but I was scared I’d lost you,” he whispered and started rubbing small circles on Stiles‘s ankle with his thumb.

Stiles melted at the touch and looked down. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I just had to leave. I guess if dying was truly my goal, I could’ve just stayed and let him kill me.”

Theo growled low at that but with a bemused look from Stiles, he cleared his throat. “Who?”

“Scott,” Stiles replied in barely a whisper.

Theo didn’t stop his growl this time. “He threatened you?”

Stiles nodded.

“Why?”

Stiles shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s just say I can’t go home anymore. Once I’m warmed up, I’ll get out of your hair too.”

Theo frowned and shook his head. “No. You’re not bothering me and I wouldn’t have brought you here if I wanted you to disappear.”

“But you disappearing is just fine?” Stiles asked, meeting Theo’s gaze.

“I—” Theo started but sighed. He swallowed thickly, struggling to speak with the lump of emotion lodged in his throat. “I didn’t want to leave. I was forced to. They threatened you. So, I left, but I kept an eye on you as best I could. Once I was old enough to deal with them myself, I did so.”

“Really?”

Theo nodded. “There was nothing that would ever stop me from coming back to you. I can back to you, came back for you, Bambi. I’m here.”

“Now you’re here?”

Theo nodded and met Stiles’s gaze with utmost sincerity. “I’m here.”

Stiles tilted his head, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “For how long?”

“As long as you want me here.”

“So, forever?”

“Is that what you want?”

Stiles swallowed and nodded before averting his gaze. “Yeah,” he admitted in barely a whisper.

Theo moved closer, his hand sliding up to grip Stiles’s thigh, the touch grounding them both. “Then I’ll never leave you again.”

“Never?”

“Never ever.”

“Promise?” Stiles inquired, leaning closer, unaware he was doing so but not pulling back nonetheless.

Theo shook his head, stopping just short of kissing the amber eyed man. “I promise.”

Stiles closed the remaining distance between their lips and sighed into the kiss, finally finding what had been missing all these years and vowing to never let go of Theo, to never let go of his happiness, ever again.

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[lucky-bishop]

If you can and want to will you expand your thoughts on Stiles. I like the way you think.

Sure thing! Sorry, it's been a hell of a (fun! just busy!) weekend. But let me dive in a bit:

Stiles is, at his core, fucking terrified of the world around him. But because he's a teenage boy, he can't let anyone know that. Ever. So instead, he's caustic and petty toward anything that her perceives as a threat, which is pretty much everything. Losing his mom - and especially in the way that he did, where he lost her before she actually died and he was the one treated as a threat - made him cling to the people in his life (the sheriff, Scott, and to an extend Melissa as well, though he keeps a bit more distance from her because having another mother figure is terrifying and also still feels like a betrayal for him) too tightly, with his nails dug into their skin.

I think we see this the most any time someone starts to get close to Scott. First, this is Allison. Stiles plays a lot of it off based on Scott having just been turned into a werewolf, but he spends all of S1 dissuading Scott from getting close to her. The biggest example though? Definitely Isaac. Stiles is so fucking mean to Isaac. Granted, Isaac is also a dickhead with similar issues to Stiles, and more (why they are mean to each other), but Stiles doesn't care too much when Isaac is just turned and a part of Derek's pack. When he moves in with the McCall family, though? When he bonds with Scott in a way that Stiles can't (ooh, the deep feelings of inadequacy there I will dive into in a second) because they're both werewolves, Stiles starts going after the weak spots he sees in Isaac in a really childish way (the scarf, bringing up his dad, etc.). Because this outside 'threat' is approaching one of his people.

The nogitsune makes everything worse. Because Stiles was so, so terrified of everything already, especially losing the people he cares about, but he hadn't been terrified of losing himself. And then he did, in the most literal sense possible. He became the outside threat that he was always so terrified of. He hurt Scott, and his dad, and people in town and at the station that he presumably knew his entire life. You can see it in the scene in the loft where Stiles and the nogitsune are battling for control - yes, it was partially a distraction for the oni to arrive, but it was absolutely also the strength of Stiles' terror at hurting these people, his desire for Argent to follow through and just shoot him and end it before things could get worse.

Stiles' post-nogitsune paranoia that everything is a threat is even worse than what he was dealing with before, which given everything that I mentioned above, is really saying something. Yes - we, the audience, know that Theo is a threat. But the way that Stiles treats him? My god. He was 'right' about Matt, and he was 'right' about Theo, but it was completely (okay, yes Matt was a creep to Allison, but let's be honest: Stiles didn't care about that) unfounded both times. It was just his paranoia at these perceived threats that got him there. And then everything bubbles up into his overall worst nightmare: his confrontation with Scott about killing Donovan. Stiles isn't happy that it happened - he's still a terrified kid, remember - but it was yet another threat. His feelings of inadequacy (I promised I'd come back to this point!) are at an all time high when he gives the "Some of us are human!" speech. Because he's failed, time and time again, to protect the people he cares about. He's let them down, time and time again (this is also highlighted back at Lydia's party, where he hallucinates his father) and he just can't take it anymore because he's been doing his best (and failing) for years. And people just. keep. getting. hurt.

Stiles is an asshole to Derek, to Peter, to Isaac, to Jackson, to Theo, and even to Scott and his Dad, the people he actually cares about. The terror that he feels all the time is so strong that he doesn't know how to act otherwise. This isn't everything, but it's definitely the biggest lens in which I view Stiles. Hope this helps and makes any sense lol. Thanks for the ask!

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[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 42: Disagreements Among Friends

The next day Sam met up with Stiles at his locker. He seemed to be in a frenzy and rushed to put things in his backpack.

He pulled out his phone then quickly dialed Lydia’s number as he and Sam ran down the stairs. "Lydia, for the love of God, answer your phone. There's another dead Chimera.”, he muttered in annoyance.

That crossed Carl Smith off the list of dead chimeras. So what was he? How'd he break out?

“What!?”, Sam looked at him in disbelief. "So right now, is probably not a great time to be alone with Parrish.", he said.

"If he's coming to get the body, you can't get in his way.", he said into the phone. "Lydia, do not get in his way.", he said and hung up.

"What the fuck is happening?", Sam asked Stiles. "Corey is dead.", he said. "The Dread Doctors got him. They've also killed Beth."

Sam couldn’t believe it. Beings that they couldn’t touch were killing people left and right without a purpose…

They hadn’t heard from Scott in a while as the sky began to darken and pelt rain. “We gotta go to the animal clinic.”, Stiles said, putting down his phone in the center console. "Turns out Hayden got injected with mercury from the Dread Doctors."

Sam frowned sadly. She heard about Liam's interest in Hayden. His interest quickly turned into love and now she was practically dying.

Once they got to the animal clinic, Stiles quickly got out, meeting up with a distraught Scott. "Sorry.", he said to Scott, "I had trouble starting the Jeep again. That thing's barely hanging on." Scott didn’t say anything. "I couldn't get in touch with Malia or Lydia."

Scott stared at him in silence. “Scott.”, Sam spoke up. Stiles faced Scott in confusion.

Scott took a wrench out of his jacket. He handed it to Stiles, who frowned.

"Where did you get that?", Stiles asked.

"This is yours?", Scott questioned. Stiles sighed and grabbed it. "Why didn't you tell me?", Scott asked.

"I was going to.", Stiles said. "I didn't know how to bring it up.”, he said, making Sam understand what Scott was talking about. He found out? How? From who?

Scott shook his head, "Why didn't you tell me when it happened?" Stiles looked at the wrench, "I couldn't."

"You killed him?", Scott said. "You killed Donovan?"

"Scott, he had to defend himself.", Sam countered. Scott looked at Sam in disbelief. “You knew?"

"Scott, he was going to kill my dad.", Stiles said, appalled at Scott’s behavior. "Was I supposed to just let him?"

"You weren't supposed to do this.", Scott said. Stiles looked at him sullenly. "None of us are. It happened once but should've never happened again.", Scott said.

Stiles just stared in disbelief, "You think I had a choice?"

"There's always a choice.", Scott said. “Scott, are you shitting me?”, Sam fussed in disbelief.

"Yeah, well, I can't do what you can, Scott.", Stiles yelled. "I know you wouldn't have done it. You probably would've just figured something out, right?"

Scott shrugged, "I'd try."

"Yeah, because you're Scott McCall!", Stiles yelled, angrily. "You're the true Alpha! Guess what? All of us can't be true Alphas. Some of us have to make mistakes. Some of us have to get our hands a little bloody sometimes. Some of us are human!"

"So, you had to kill him?", Scott asked.

Stiles stared at him in shock, "Scott, he was going to kill my dad."

"But the way that it happened…" Scott trailed off, "There's a point when it's…It's not just self-defense anymore!" The two stared back at the alpha in confusion.

"What are you even talking about?", Stiles yelled back. "I didn't have a choice, Scott!" Stiles shook his head, "You don't even believe me, do you?"

Scott nodded as he said, "I want to." Stiles’ shoulders lowered. "Okay, all right, so – so believe me then." Scott looked away and didn't reply. "Scott, say you believe me.", Stiles repeated, hurt.

Scott glanced at Sam as she glared at him in disbelief. "Say it." Stiles teared up. "Say you believe me."

"Stiles, we can't kill people that we're trying to save!", Scott yelled.

"Say you believe me.", Stiles repeated as he took a step towards Scott with the wrench in his hand.

Scott took a step back as he glanced over at the wrench that Stiles was holding. Stiles looked down at it, almost shocking himself. "We can't kill people!", Scott exclaimed. "Do you believe that?"

"Well, what do I do about this?", Stiles' voice broke. Scott shook his head, "Don't worry about Malia or Lydia. We'll find them. Maybe – Maybe you should talk to your dad."

Scott began to walk inside the clinic and Sam followed him. “You are out of your fucking mind.”, she growled.

Scott’s eyes trailed behind her and she quickly turned around to see Theo standing in the shadows. “I saw them.”, he said and Sam’s eyes widened.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me.”, Scott frowned.

Sam looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Scott, you– The nerve you have is wild.”, she scoffed. “How the fuck did you even find out?”

She glared at the boy. What the hell was Theo's problem? Why was he determined to make Stiles an enemy? How'd he go from helping Stiles to making him look bad?

Before he could say any more, Sam raised a hand to stop him. “You saw them, and you didn’t think to tell anyone that Donovan was attacking him? You were there and didn’t think to help?”

Theo frowned. “I saw Stiles attacking Donovan.”

"This is how I know you’re lying. Stiles came to my house to explain everything and I even looked into his memories. Donovan attacked him first.”, she said, shocking Theo before turning to Scott. “And you. I can’t believe you.”

“We still can’t kill, Sam. I’m your alpha. You know this isn’t what we do.”, Scott said, making Sam’s eyebrows raise in challenge once more.

“You may be an alpha, Scott, but you’re not the alpha. And if you were such an alpha, the first thing that should run through your mind was the fact that someone attacked your packmate while you weren't there. That’s what alphas do. They care about those in their packs.”, she said, making Scott look down in shame.

“You know Stiles as much as I do. That boy doesn’t go around attacking people without a reason. Why are you acting like you don’t know him?”

She pointed at Theo. “He’s not even in the pack and yet you’ve been doing what he’s said for a while now. Why is that, alpha?”

Scott had nothing to say. Sam shook her head in disappointment. “When you get your head out of your ass, let me know.”, she said before leaving and finding Stiles resting his face in his hand as he sat in his jeep.

She climbed into the jeep, making Stiles look at her with reddened eyes. She sighed sadly. She didn’t wanna see her boys like this. It was unfair on both sides. All because of Theo, she knew something was up with him.

She pulled Stiles into a hug. "I'm sorry about Scott." He shook his head, "I just– I don’t understand. It’s unfair…"

She nodded and rubbed his back. “I know.”

Stiles dropped Sam off at home and she walked up to her driveway. She paused as she heard rustling and hid in the shadows of her porch to find the source of the noise.

As she snuck around her porch, she saw a huge figure in the trees ahead of her. Her heart dropped at how huge the figure was. It reminded her of Peter, but it made no sense. Peter wasn't an alpha anymore and he couldn't turn into a huge beast now that his alpha spark was taken away.

What the hell was she looking at?

She could hear aggressive sniffing as if the beast was sniffing out for someone. The only person that was with it was Sam.

She frowned as it got closer and she took a step back. She placed a hand on a shadowed part of her porch and noticed her hand phased into the shadow.

She could hear the sniffing get closer and took the chance of phasing into the shadow before the beast could catch her.

She watched as the huge beast practically filled her porch as it sniffed around. She hoped her mom wouldn't come home with this thing hunting whatever it was looking for.

After a couple of minutes, it left and Sam exited the darkness, letting out a sigh as she looked around her porch where the monster previously was. The hell was that…?

Before she could make any moves, she felt a prick at the back of her neck. She swung an arm to hit whatever it was behind her but missed, completely unbalanced and unfocused as she realized what was happening.

Someone was after her. Was it the dread doctors? Seriously, now of all times?

When she shifted her weight onto the wall of her house, she looked up to see a familiar outline of a girl.

Lightning cracked and she could see a familiar wet face.

Tracy.

Sam's vision blurred and her words were dragged. She felt almost numb and very heavy as she weakly glared at the girl. "You were s'posed t'be ded…"

Tracy didn't say anything before Sam finally passed out.

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Stiles followed Parrish, and ended up in the impound lot. Stiles hid behind the cars, crouching as he was watching Parrish find a white van. He opened up the hack revealing two body thermal caskets. He opened up the one, revealing Corey's body. Parrish closed the back of the van and got into the driver's seat, started the car and left.

The moment he was gone, Stiles got out his phone, calling Theo, and the others but no one answered him. 

Stiles sighed, still trying to call him, listening to the dial ring on his phone as he heard gravel being stepped on and headlight beaming. He turned to see Theo's truck pull up, and got off his phone once he saw Theo getting out. "Sorry! got here as fast as I could…"

"We gotta go. Now.", Stiles said, heading for the walking around to the passenger seat. "Parrish has the bodies."

*Parrish is out and he's got the bodies. We've got to find Scott.", Stiles rushed. He pulled open the door, about to get in. "And we gotta tell him." 

"Okay, wait up Stiles, wait." Theo looked at him as he stood in front of his car.

"Stiles!" Theo shouted, making him stop, eyeing him as he shut the door.

"I don't think Scott wants to talk to you right now.", Theo says. "Yeah, thanks, I'm aware of that. It doesn't matter.", Stiles dismissed, reaching for the door handle. "He needs to know about this."

"Stiles, Scott doesn't want to talk to you.", Theo repeated, smirking. Stiles frowned.

"But I think your dad does.", Theo said, pulling out an id and turned away from Stiles. "Your dad was looking for you, Stiles. He found me instead."

Stiles walked up to him. "Where is he?"

Theo glanced over his shoulder at him. "I covered for you." He flashed an ID card. "This was taken care of. If Melissa didn't find it at the hospital… Guess even the son of a cop can make mistakes."

"Did you hurt him?", Stiles asked, glaring at him.

Theo's smirk widened. "The better question is… what is Sam really?"

Stiles' head tilted a bit. He read Theo's expression which made Stiles' heart pick up in pace as he grew angry. Sam hadn't answered his phone call. She usually does. She only refuses to pick it up to text him that she was busy.

"What did you do to her?"

Theo seemed pleased at his growing scent of anger. "Even though we worked together for a short while, you two have held vital information from me about Sam. I know about Lydia. I know about Malia and Liam. I even know bits and pieces here and there about that hunter."

Theo shrugged. "But no one really told me about Sam until I had to talk to Scott about it."

He started circling around Stiles. "I learned a little something about her. She can change the sky from day to night. She can look into people's memories. Scott even said she can control shadows despite being a werewolf too. And was even affected by the Nogitsune as well.", he grinned widely. "That's perfect. I need that."

"What do you want?", Stiles gritted.

"I came for the Banshee, the girl surrounded by death. I came for the dark Kitsune, the Beta with anger issues. I came for Void Stiles and whatever Sam seems to be, it's just icing on the cake. That's the pack I want. Unfortunately, it doesn't include Scott."

Theo gave a sigh of fake disappointment. "Though, I'm sure Sam isn't gonna willingly talk so I had to make a couple of arrangements."

Stiles' eyes darkened. "What the fuck did you do.", he growled lowly, walking up to him. "You better not have laid a hand on her, or I swear–"

"Me? Hurt Sam? Oh, no, never.", Theo teased. Stiles was nearly trembling in fury now. He wanted to wring his hands around Theo's neck. To punch the smug look off of his face.

Theo may have been a werewolf, but Stiles couldn't keep his anger down and Theo knew.

"Your heartbeat's rising. Stiles. It's not because you're afraid. Nogitsune is gone, but you've still got more blood on your hands than any of us.", Theo said, giving Stiles a knowing look.

Stiles nodded. "I'm about to get more."

Theo laid Stiles' library card on the hood of his truck. "I'll tell you where your dad is.", he paused. "If you promise not to help Scott."

Theo gave a light shrug. "I may even let Sam go."

The last time someone used Sam as a bribe, they died. And in a rush, Stiles let his anger take over and punched Theo in his face.

Theo tumbled backwards, glancing at him with a wide grin. Stiles huffed as he burned his furious eyes on Theo.

"There he is! That's Void Stiles! Felt good, didn't it?", Theo encouraged. Stiles ignored him and punched him again, taking Theo down with him.

Stiles watched as Theo spat up blood, eyeing him, "We won't tell Scott. 'Cause you can't lose your best friend right? Even though we both know, you never needed him." Stiles let out a yell, glaring at Theo and gripping tightly onto Theo's collar.

"You hate me now, but you'll get it eventually. This is the hard part, cause you can't help Scott and save your dad's life. You've still got time, Stiles. You've still got time."

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Sam groaned as her eyes struggled to open. They felt heavy and she still felt weak.

As she managed to open them, she looked around at her surroundings. It was dark and it would've been perfect for her to use her powers and escape, but…

She seemed to be in a factory somewhere or at least she thought. She couldn't tell. 

"You're finally awake.", she hears and turns her head to see the Raeken boy watching her as he sat in his chair.

Sam growled weakly as she moved to stand, but couldn't as she felt her arms being restricted behind her back. Her wrists were bound in handcuffs that were chain linked to a large pipe that dwarfed her.

She was slightly shivering from being cold after last night in the rain.

"What the hell did you do to me?", Sam growled. Theo held up a small capsule filled with a liquid.

Wolfsbane.

Sam rolled her eyes. Typical.

"You and I need to have a talk, Sam.", Theo says.

“Really now?”

“I'm just curious. We worked together for a little while and you failed to give important details of you being a psychic werewolf with powers. Why? All of this could go easy if you helped a lot more than you have been."

Sam stared at Theo in bewilderment. Had Scott been blabbing his mouth to Theo? He must've not said much. Psychic werewolf? She almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity.

"Even more, you could help me. Work with me. Leave Scott. We could have our own pack that'd be way better and more powerful than Scott's pack. It's falling apart anyways.", Theo sneered.

"Theo, I don't know what type of game you think you're playing, but it's not exactly going in your favor. You're stepping into territory you may never get out of.", Sam warned.

Theo walked up to her. "You think that scares me?", he mutters before crouching in front of her. 

“We’re the same, Sam. Looking for our place in a group. Wanting to feel special. Better. More powerful than everyone else."

Sam scoffed with a laugh. "Oh… Oh, you don't know a thing about me.", she rasped. "You think I wanted this? I didn't want powers. I didn't want any of this. None of us did."

"Well, I do.", Theo says, making Sam shake her head and look away from Theo. "I want a pack much better than Scott's. Lydia, Kira, Liam, Malia, Void Stiles.", Theo listed. Sam paused.

Did he–?

She looked back up at him. "Void Stiles? You–", she scoffed another laugh and shook her head. "You don't want Void Stiles. You don't know a damn thing that fucking Nogitsune did to us. He's a fox, Theo. He's cunning, smart, and very manipulative. What makes you think he's gonna work with you, let alone work for you?"

Theo stayed quiet. "This sounds like jealousy. You want a pack better than Scott's? We are Scott's pack. You're not charming your way with us. You fucked up with Stiles and you're already fucking up with me.", Sam sneered.

She shook her head once more out of frustration. "We're just kids, Theo. You're a kid. We're supposed to go to school, the fuck do you need power for?"

Theo didn't answer and Sam frowned at him.

She shook her head. “I've already found my place. We are not the same.", she said.

"I knew something when you were in the library. You changed the sky. You can control shadows.", Theo said, raising his eyebrows and making Sam's eyes widen a bit. "You can do so much more. All you have to do is work with me. You don't have to feel restricted."

"No one's restricting me.", Sam countered.

“So, you don't hate Scott?", he asked.

"No!", Sam exclaimed with wide eyes. "Far from it. He gets on my nerves, yes. I can't stand it when he's always giving shitheads like you a chance, but I don't hate him for having morals. This isn't the first time we've had a fight. We've fought over less than this. So whatever you thought you knew about me, you don't.", Sam gritted.

Theo's eyes narrowed. "I'll know soon enough.", he said before leaving the girl alone.

She could free herself. She could. That was, if she didn't feel as weak as she did. Being under wolfsbane for this long wasn't something she was used to.

It bothered her. She felt… human again.

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"What do you mean you don't know?", Stiles asked Melissa. "Two hours ago, he was fine. Now it looks like somebody took a baseball bat to his neck."

"There could've been some minor internal.", a doctor explained, making Stiles raise an eyebrow. What did that mean?

"Did you say, "minor internal"?", Stiles asked in disbelief. "Since when is anything internal minor?" They paused as they could hear the EKG monitor beeping at a normal rate now.

"Stiles.", Melissa began but he cut her off.

"I need to know what's going on with him, okay?", Stiles said worriedly. Sheriff Stillinski was unconscious, barely breathing and very pale. The veins in his neck darkened his skin as they looked all purple.

He looked sick…

"Dr. Geyer, somebody needs to tell me what's happening.", Stiles said. No one could say anything. "Somebody needs to tell me what's happening to him!", Stiles yelled.

"We don't know.", Melissa replied softly.

Stiles wanted to say something else until his attention was brought elsewhere. His eyes burned at the sight of the alpha. He slammed the door open and went towards Scott.

Stiles grabbed Scott and slammed him into a wall. Scott groaned in pain as they both fell onto the ground.

"Where were you?", Stiles asked. Melissa and one of the cops ran towards them. "You trusted him. You believed him and now he has Sam, right?", Stiles fussed. Scott groaned in pain.

Stiles was nearly growling. "Where were you!?", Stiles yelled as he held onto Scott's collar.

"Hey, hey, hey!", Melissa yelled as she ran towards them. "Where the hell were you!?", Stiles exclaimed, angrily.

The doctor managed to get Stiles' off Scott and Melissa helped Scott get up.

Stiles struggled to get out of their grip. "Okay, okay, all right.", he exclaimed and huffed. Stiles was breathing heavily as he just stared at Scott.

"Your dad's not the only one who got hurt." Scott said. 

Stiles glared. "Oh, you'll heal.", Stiles said sarcastically.

"I'm not talking about me.", Scott said.

"It's Lydia.", Scott said. Stiles’ expression changed drastically. “Where is she?" The doctor and the cop let him go. Scott looked at the doctor and nodded then motioned to Stiles to follow him. 

Scott looked at Stiles as he arrived and walked into an empty room where there were a bunch of medications and supplies.

Stiles, Scott, Melissa, and Parrish were standing around the metallic table. "What happened?", Melissa asked. "I'm pretty sure Lydia had claw marks behind her neck.", Stiles said, shocking the woman. That meant Theo or another werewolf tried to get in her head to see memories.

"It could be a side effect of shock.", Parrish said. "She's catatonic," Stiles clarified, then he looked over at Scott. "It was Theo digging his way through her mind."

"Why would he do that?", Melissa asked.

"He's looking for something," Scott said. His mom nodded, "But what exactly?", she asked.

"The same thing he's always looking for.", Scott said.

"An advantage," Scott said. He was looking for that from the start.

Parrish looked confused. "So what did he gain by trying to kill Stilinski?"

"It left me alone with Liam.", Scott said frowned. "Theo wanted to make sure no one would be there to stop him from killing me."

"Okay, so he gutted my dad as a distraction," Stiles stated and they nodded. "We need to find this kid.", Parrish said, frowning.

Melissa disagreed, "Isn't that a little dangerous? Especially since he almost killed my son." Stiles shook his head. "Yeah, but he said he didn't want my dad to die.", Stiles declared.

"And you believe him?", Parrish asked. "He told me where to find him and Sam.", Stiles said. "So, maybe he also knows how to save my dad."

"What do you want to do?", Melissa questioned. "Talk to him?" 

Stiles spoke without hesitation. "If it saves my dad, then yeah."

"I can come with you. He doesn't know that I'm alive.", Scott said. "Maybe that gives us an advantage."

Stiles shook his head, "He'll know you're there. I just need to talk to him. Not fight him."

He started to leave but stopped when Scott’s mom spoke up, "Stiles," he turned to look at Melissa. "You can't go alone."

Parrish sighed, frustrated, "Does anyone even know how to find him?"

"We don't have to find him.", Stiles replied with a deep frown. "He'll come to me."

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[realityescapee01]

Just Ask

Steo | Stiles x Theo

Theo made it known to Stiles that he likes him. He didn't say how much, but he did say he would look out for Stiles. No matter what. Theo would kill for Stiles.

Well, he did kill quite a few already to gain the human's trust. But he still held back just how much. Because if Stiles knew, he would know how much power he actually has over Theo. He would do anything. Anything. For Stiles. All Stiles had to do is ask.

Unknown to Theo, Stiles feels the same. When he got back from the Hunt, Stiles' perception of Theo changed.

Actually, even way before the Hunt. Stiles had liked Theo. Who wouldn't? The chimera looks real fine and smart too. Smart enough to fool everyone.

Smart enough to coax Stiles to say how he actually felt when he killed Donovan.

Stiles doesn't know why he said it to Theo. He just did. He just felt like Theo would understand. Theo would not judge him. Stiles knows that he would tell all his truths to Theo. All his thoughts. Even the deepest, darkest, and morally dividing ones. If Theo would just ask.

It would destroy him. Destroy his good image to his friends. To the pack. And he wouldn't care. As long as Theo is there with him. He felt oddly more comfortable and safer with Theo because of that. He could be Stiles. He could be Void. And Theo will still be there.

Stiles doesn't want Theo to know that. To know just how much power Theo has over him too. To know that it's okay for him to get disowned again by the pack as long as Theo is with him.

So now, they stare at each other, as they let Scott discuss the plan against their enemy of the week.

Stiles could tell Theo is not impressed. The plan sucks. Always the ideal, no one should die etc etc plan. But the enemy right now is ruthless. Nothing would fix it unless it's dead.

Stiles knows that. Theo knows that.

After the discussion, they all walked out of the pack house to enact the plan.

Theo approached Stiles.

"What do you think of the plan, Stiles?"

"It's good. It might actually work."

"The truth, Stiles."

"... It sucks. The enemy should be killed."

"Same."

They fell silent a while.

"Do you want me... to do it?" Theo asked.

"...Yeah." Stiles gave the go ahead.

Theo nodded and went to his truck. Stiles went to his jeep.

Scott's plan didn't work and they, Theo, had to go and kill the creature. Scott was upset but Stiles immediately said: Plan A doesn't always succeed.

The pack got rid of the body and was going their separate ways home.

Stiles and Theo walked passed each other.

"You're welcome." Theo whispered to Stiles.

Stiles didn't answer but let his hand slide from Theo's forearm and down to Theo's hand, letting their fingers brush ever so lightly with each other, before walking away.

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[shininglamp]

The One He Calls

Call One: After defeating Void Stiles at the cost of Alison.

Derek: answering phone: What?

Stiles: hey. Do you… maybe… have time to talk?

Derek: suddenly feeling uneasy and confused about it: What is it?

Stiles: I just… uh… feel like it’s my fault. The Nogutsune used me, but I still feel the sensations of… hurting people. I couldn’t hold him back.

Derek: his voice uncharacteristically soft: Stiles…

Stiles: I’m just so weak.

Derek says nothing.

Stiles: It’s no wonder you’ve always hated me. So useless.

Derek: suddenly understanding what was going on: you’re trying to punish yourself, and using me to do it.

Stiles: Maybe. They all just forgave me. But we lost Alison! The fox chose me because I was…

Derek: What, easy pickings? That’s not how it works. He chose the heart of the pack, Stiles. And it was a bonus that you were also smart. You’re not weak, and… I don’t hate you. I never have.

Stiles: Really?

Derek: growls: If you tell anyone I will end you!

Stiles: speaking through a smile: Yeah. It’ll be our little secret.

Derek: feeling confused at his fast heart rate: I’m hanging up now.

Stiles: Hey, Derek?

Derek: Yeah?

Stiles: I don’t hate you either. And thanks for the pep talk. I needed it.

Derek hangs up, not wanting to say anything through the smile that makes him feel goofy.

Call Two: After Stiles kills Donovan in self defense and Scott can’t face him

Derek: answering phone: Stiles?

Stiles: D… Derek.

Derek: What happened? Why are you crying?

Stiles: trying to hold back a cry: ….!

Derek: I’m a few hours away. Go to my loft. I’ll be there soon.

Stiles hangs up. Derek runs to his car and heads back to Beacon Hills. Stiles has used the spare keys and has been waiting in the loft.

Derek rushes over to Stiles and pulls him into his arms. “Tell me.”

Stiles explains. “The way he looks at me now… I know it was self defense but I feel like a murderer.”

Derek reassures, “You took a life, but you’re not guilty.”

“How can you know? Hmm? I’m just human! I don’t have glowing eyes to prove my innocence!”

Derek brings his face close to Stiles’ neck. “Should I bite you?” Stiles holds very still. “Your eyes won’t be blue like mine.” He let’s his eyes glow.

Stiles shakes his head, knowing what he was denying himself. But this was a choice he made long ago and he would stand by it.

Tears start streaming again. Derek pulls back, worried he might have scared Stiles.

“I’ll never get Scott to understand…!” He starts to hyperventilate. Stiles stumbles to a wall for support as he fights for breath.

Realizing Stiles is having a panic attack, Derek’s first instinct is to roar in hopes the fear would interrupt the panic, but he remembers something. “Stiles,” he calls but Stiles is unresponsive. Derek pins Stiles against the wall and presses his lips on Stiles’ mouth. Stiles flails for a few seconds in complete surprise, but then leans into it, his pulse calming. Derek pulls away.

“Wha… what was that?”

“Lydia told me that’s what works against your panic attacks.” Derek isn’t even blushing, but Stiles is going pink. “Better?”

“Well, yeah, but now I have so many questions.”

Derek rolls his eyes and walks away. Stiles, of course, continues. “Like, why are your lips so soft? Is it like chapstick? Moisturizer?” Derek softly laughs to himself but doesn’t answer. “I mean, I expected Lydia’s lips to be soft, but I didn’t think yours…”

“You think of my lips often?” Derek turns back at Stiles with an innocent expression, knowing his question was anything but.

“Well yeah…, I mean… no. I mean, I was just thinking categorical…ly. Um…” Stiles is nervously trying to get through the moment. “Am… am I attractive to guys?”

Derek smiles and rolls his eyes again. The storm is bad outside. Maybe he could spend the night and leave in the morning. “Wanna stay?”

“Yeah.” Stiles looks relieved. He wasn’t ready to face the world. “But…”

“But?”

“You didn’t answer my question. Am I attractive to guys?”

Derek grins, purposefully not answering the question, enjoying watching Stiles fidget. “Let’s get a pizza.” He says instead, and Stiles pouts.

“Okay, but no pineapple.”

#sterek #derek x stiles #fanfic

[amatchinwater]

Pairing: Stisaac

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Donovan Donati, Peter Hale, Deucalion

Warnings: explicit sexual content, butt plug, blow jobs, rough sex, threat of orgasm denial, bondage, public sex (sex club), Dom/sub, A/B/O, praise, biting, spanking,

Words: 2821

Kinktober: Dom/sub

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Standing beside his mate, Stiles mindlessly toys with the collar around his neck. The werefox purring softly at the feeling of the deep red leather rubbing against his skin. The name Lahey burned into the side of the leather. The gold tag between his fingers is engraved with a snarling, red-eyed wolf. They’re waiting to be let inside Moonlight, the city’s sex club. It’s their way of showing off being not only newly mated, but just how obedient Stiles is for his mate. 

Every couple is allowed a few moments in a soundproofed room to ensure the little or sub is actually ready to do this before being fully let in. And the bouncer just moved the velvet rope to allow the pair into said room. Once inside, Isaac sits down on the plush, black leather armchair and Stiles waits by the door for instructions. 

“Come here,” the wolf speaks softly, but firmly. “I want to talk to you about something before we go inside,” Isaac pats his knee. 

Stiles smiles at not having to kneel on the floor beside him as the room isn’t very big and there’s only one chair. Walking to his mate, the fox sits across his lap, crossing his legs and wrapping an arm around Isaac’s shoulders. The tight, thin black tee he’s wearing pulls above his hips and the wolf is quick to find the skin with his thumb, rubbing softly. 

“I know you like being a brat at home to get a rise out of me,” the Alpha starts, blue eyes staring at him. “But if you do it here, it won’t be a funishment, understand? I’ll paddle you in there while you wear a cock ring and I won’t take it off until tomorrow. Night,” Isaac threatens.

The fox whimpers, shoulders curling inward at the very thought. Not only being denied an orgasm for over twenty four hours, but for upsetting his mate. That’s the last thing he wants. 

“It’s okay, Pretty Boy,” Isaac tsks, curling his index finger to gently bring the fox’s gaze back to him. “I love when you’re bratty. It’s fun for the both of us,” he smiles before his tone grows serious. “But if they think I can’t keep you in line, they’ll challenge my claim on you. They will try to take you from me.”

Werefoxes are incredibly rare creatures. An Omega fox might not produce another fox, but any offspring is guaranteed to be supernatural. Add that into the submissive nature of an Omega and any Alpha would consider themselves lucky to be mated to him. Stiles isn’t even a little surprised that someone might try to take him for any reason they seem fit. Like Isaac not being fit to be his Alpha. 

“I-I don’t want that,” Stiles’ eyes grow wide, panic rising in his chest. Not only would the other Alphas try to steal him, they’d try to kill Isaac in their attempts too. The fox considers himself very lucky with his mate. Actually having been friends and knowing one another before the mating. Not being arranged by their parents. Their bond is true. He won’t risk losing that for anything in the world. 

Isaac is just as much his as he’s the wolf’s. 

“I know,” the Alpha slides his hand to Stiles’ jaw, stroking his cheek and pulling him closer. “So be my good boy, yeah?” 

“Yes, Alpha,” Stiles says, exposing his throat to the wolf. 

“Ready?”

The fox allows himself a moment to curl his fingers into his mate’s hair a little longer. To take a deep breath and expunge any residual anxiety about tonight here and now. Stiles trusts Isaac with his life and will do everything in his power to ensure the feeling is mutual. Opening his amber eyes, the Omega finds the wolf smiling fondly at him. 

“I’m ready,” Stiles states, getting off of the Alpha’s lap and kneeling on the floor beside him. Thinking that he’s meant to crawl behind him as he’s seen others do for their Alphas. 

But Isaac holds out his hand, “I won’t make you crawl the whole way, Pretty Boy. We’re here to celebrate, remember?” The Alpha smiles, helping the fox to his feet. Extending his arm, allowing Stiles to wrap his own around it, “just stay close to me, we’ll be home soon. Let’s have some fun first.” The wolf winks at him and opens the door to the club, dark party music flooding the small space they’re in. 

Stiles keeps his eyes down, following Isaac as he guides them through the place. The fox picks up every sound and scent instantly. Flushing his cheeks and sending warmth down his spine. Sex. It’s all sex. Moans and cries of ecstasy, deep voices of praise, feminine words of degradation much to their pet’s enjoyment. So much arousal that Stiles feels drunk off of it, his nose tucks into Isaac’s upper arm. At least he doesn’t have to go to the main stage. That might be more anxiety than he could handle. 

Tonight, he and his mate will be on one of the side stages. Stage is kind of an over exaggeration. It’s a corner of the club with a massive, plush couch on a floor a step higher than the rest. Unlike the other portions of the club, there’s no curtain to be pulled if they want their privacy. Stiles will be on display for anyone who chooses to walk by. Or sit and admire in one of the several chairs surrounding their area. In fact, there’s already a few people sitting waiting for them to arrive. 

Stiles recognizes their scents from the meetings he’d been put through before Isaac made it vocal that he wanted to be the fox’s mate. Deucalion, newly seeing demon wolf, has killed his last three mates during the claiming because they didn’t submit ‘properly’. Donovan, wendigo, a cruel boy Stiles went to school with, notorious for his speciesist nature. And Peter. Outcasted Hale pack Alpha. Relinquished his pack rights to his nephew for killing his niece in a fit of rage for her position. Three of the worst people the fox could have watching him right now. 

The Omega’s fingers dig into his mate’s arm.  

Isaac stops at the edge of their seats, inclining his head towards the fox, “wait for me here,” he instructs. All softness gone from the wolf, fully sheathed in his role now. Or at least, it appears that way for the other Alphas. For Stiles, when he kneels on the ground, palms flat against his thighs, Isaac tenderly pats his head, placing a soft kiss in his hair, “that’s my Pretty Boy.” 

The praise goes to his heart just as much as it does other areas of the fox’s body. A blush burns Stiles’ cheeks as he keeps his gaze trained on the floor. Isaac’s feet leave his field of vision and it takes only a moment for the fox’s nerves to come back. Realistically, his mate is all of three feet away from him making sure everything he’d asked for is here. It’s the fact that he can feel the other Alphas staring at him. Their eyes burning holes in the sides of his body. 

A chair to his left creaks and Stiles freezes. 

“Tell me something, Stilinski,” Donovan’s voice crones beside him, “what are you doing with Lahey? If you were that pressed for a mate, you know you could’ve asked me in school. I’d gladly have taken care of you. Still would,” the last words come out gravelly. Like it’s meant to be an enticing offer. 

All it does is make bile rise in his throat. But Stiles won’t give in. The fox is smarter than that. He doesn’t even look at Donovan, much less acknowledge that he was spoken to. Because it wasn’t Isaac who spoke to him. Stiles knows the rules. The Omega’s eyes remain locked on the hardwood floor, trying to let the thumping music drown out the wendigo. 

“Come on,” he pushes further and Deucalion laughs. Stiles knows it’s meant to get a rise out of him. To prove that Isaac is incapable of keeping his sub in line. But the threat of losing his Alpha is too great, Stiles simply won’t entertain it. “You can talk to me, sweet thing.” 

The use of that name almost makes Stiles snap. 

But Isaac is quicker, “you’re here to watch, Donati.” His mate spits the name like an insult. “Speak to him again and I’ll throw you out of here myself.” The wolf’s words are snarled and the fox can hear Donovan’s mouth click closed. “Stiles, come.” 

Isaac said he didn’t have to crawl the whole time. He’d allowed him to walk into the club, meaning he can’t now. Time to show these Alphas that Stiles knows exactly how to listen and exactly how to be good. That if anyone is going to have ‘control’ over him, it’s Isaac. Never them. Never anyone else. Leaning forward on his hands and knees, the fox crawls up the singular step to reach his mate. Resting back on his knees once he reaches the couch, Stiles awaits further instruction. 

His Alpha sits on the couch, “up here,” he states. In the fox’s motions to get on the couch, he sees purple dyed rope resting in Isaac’s hands along with a gag. His punishment should Stiles not cooperate. Placing the items beside him, the wolf works on unbuttoning Stiles’ shirt, making a show of sliding the fabric off his arms. Donovan whistles, but the fox’s eyes are on the colored rope. “Lie back,” Isaac tells him, slowly tugging his slacks off. Leaving the fox in nothing but his boxers and his collar. “Hands.”

Stiles sits back up, crossing his legs before presenting his hands to his Alpha. Isaac wraps an intricate design around his wrists, blue eyes flicking up to his face when he tugs. The fox nods, silently telling his mate they’re good but not so tight that they hurt. He’ll be able to tug on them if need be with minimal pinching from the rope. Without speaking, the wolf guides him down onto all fours, securing the other end of the rope to a clasp at the bottom of the couch. The angle forces Stiles into a presenting pose and the Alphas sitting near them rumble with delight. The only one the fox cares about is the pleased one coming from his mate. 

Staying in the Omega’s line of sight, Isaac takes his jacket off and unbuttons the sleeves of his dress shirt as well as three buttons down on the front. Exposing his chest for the fox’s eyes to flicker at. Stiles really appreciates the Alpha always staying where he can see him for the time being. Keeping him grounded with Isaac rather than thinking about where they are. 

Though it only lasts for a moment, Stiles is grateful. His mate steps in front of him, unzipping his pants and pulling them down to his ankles. "Open wide, Pretty Boy," the wolf instructs, taking his cock out of his briefs and pointing it towards his mouth. "All the way in or you don't get to cum tonight, understand?" 

"Yes, Alpha," the fox says, opening his mouth and flattening his tongue. Precum smears on his taste buds, making the Omega groan with glee. Relaxing his throat and taking steady breaths, Stiles eagerly takes the intrusion of his mate's cock. He moans as his mate sets a rough pace, slamming into his throat hard enough to make him gag. 

But Stiles knows better, he won't let the wolf out of his mouth. Even if he needs a moment to catch his breath, the fox bobs his head in smaller motions until he can take Isaac's entire length again. Fingers fist his hair, pushing his head down until Stiles' nose presses against his mate's tuft of hair. Drool dribbles out of the corners of his mouth, tears pricking his eyes at the short jabs to the back of his throat. 

"Good boy," Isaac praises, suddenly removing his cock with a hiss of breath. Leaving the fox gasping for air, lips swollen and slick. The wolf kicks his shoes and pants off.

 Isaac walks behind him, the only indication of where he is is the dip in the chaise lounge by his feet. Fingers curl into the waistband of his boxers, just as slowly as his shirt, pulling the fabric down. Helping the fox get them off his feet evokes a tiny whine from his lips. Stiles had nearly forgotten all about the plug nestled in his ass. Isaac knew that Stiles was okay with this, but would want it over as quickly as possible and prepped him before they even left the house. 

"Watching them being stretched open is the best part," Donovan complains under his breath. 

"Oh hush," Peter snaps at the wendigo, "now he can just slide right in without having to wait."

"Exactly," Deucalion adds, "I can't blame Lahey one bit for wanting to get inside him as soon as possible after that." 

Whatever response Donovan had is missed by the fox, Isaac twirling the plug inside him before pulling it out, slick and lube sliding out of his puckering hole. It lands with a soft thud where the wolf tosses it on his pile of clothes. Without warning or hesitation, Isaac thrusts himself fully inside and Stiles throws his head back with a loud moan, jerking the ropes. The fox's eyes roll back, fighting the urge to grind against his mate. Isaac won't appreciate that here and the Omega really doesn't want the gag. 

His limbs tremble with the focus of not moving. Waiting for the wolf to start. Thankfully, by some shred of mercy, Isaac doesn't make the Omega wait forever. Just long enough until Stiles puffs out short, little breaths to keep control of himself. Enough that the Alphas know he's a good sub to Isaac that despite it being clear he wants to move, Stiles doesn’t. That his patience is well suited. His mate languidly pulls back, snapping his hips forward and the fox keens. Palms biting into the rope with how hard Stiles clings to them, loving the harsh thrusts of Isaac ramming into his prostate. 

Isaac's hand slaps his ass, the sting adding to the Omega’s pleasure. "If you cum, you cum untouched, I won’t help you. And if you don't ask for my permission, I will flog you with a rod in your cock to make sure you can't cum again. Am I clear, little one?" 

Stiles whimpers through his moans, shakily responding, "y-yes, Alpha." 

"Good boy," his mate praises with an increase in pace, their thighs slapping against one another roughly. The sinful sound of the lube adding to Stiles' experience, nerve endings pulsing with need. Isaac grips his hips hard enough to bruise, railing into him with abandon. 

His moans are punched out of the fox, his vision swimming with blissful tears. Stiles' insides burn with need, sparks shooting down his spine as his orgasm rises at a snarling rate. Granted, wearing a plug for over and hour and the wolf fucking his throat had the fox teetering on the edge, he just didn't know it. 

The abuse to the bundle of nerves has the Omega seeing stars. "C-cum. Isaac, A-Alpha, please. Can I cum, please? Please," Stiles babbles his begs. Pleading to let go, clenching himself so tightly to prevent it until Isaac tells him it's okay. He might not make it. The fox can feel his mate's knot beginning to swell. Shit, he’s really not going to make it. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The Omega mewls, “please.”

With a snarl, Isaac reaches down and slashes through his restraints. Yanking Stiles up to his chest as he fucks him harder. "Cum for me, Pretty Boy," his mate growls, sinking his fangs into the mark he'd left less than a month ago. 

Stiles screams through his moan, shooting his cum on the couch in front of him. He barely gets a moment to catch his breath before Isaac's thrusts get jagged and his knot catches the rim. Throwing his head back, his mate howls out a moan, filling Stiles with his thick, hot cum. Isaac's knot ensures Stiles is full to almost bursting. It's the best feeling and the fox purrs.

Isaac caresses his chest, carefully getting the fox to lay down on their sides. "You did so good, Pretty Boy. I'm proud of you," he says, rumbling in his chest as he nuzzles the healing mark. "You're mine, little one," his mate rubs soft circles along the Omega’s stomach. 

"Thank you, Alpha," Stiles mumbles, tired eyes seeing the other Alphas have left them alone. Satisfied in the fox's temperament and his mate's treatment. Stiles will be a sub to no one else but Isaac. 

They made sure of that.

#stisaac #stiles stilinski #isaac lahey #isaac x stiles #stiles x isaac #teen wolf #kinktober vol. 2 #Match Writes

[fuji09]

Since I'm still fairly new to the fandom, I am curious as to why there are people that hate Scott and that hate Stiles.

They both fucked up, some things a bit worse than others, but they were both kids. They are gonna make mistakes.

I didn't like Scott betraying Derek and forcing him to bite Gerard and believing Theo over Stiles, but he was scared for the lives of his loved ones and there was a huge misunderstanding.

I didn't like Stiles hiding what happened with Donovan but he was scared because he knew how Scott felt about killing plus with everything that happened with the nogitsune, it makes a lot of sense that he would be terrified of not just Scott hating him, but of the nogitsune possibly being back or changing Stiles. I'm sure the guilt of what the nogitsune made his physical body do caused a lot of anxiety about how his friends saw him and how he saw himself.

Fear makes us do stuff we wouldn't normally do. Kids are gonna make mistakes. Anxiety can be louder than logic. Miscommunication can confuse the best of us.

Since I wasn't in the fandom until recently I'm sure there's stuff I don't know about that may have happened. And obviously there's going to be characters we don't like. I have a few I don't like.

I just feel like there's this hostility with people who hate Scott and people who hate Stiles.

#fuji rants #teen wolf #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #derek hale

[msmischief101]

okay even if you are (possibly) working on my other idea i have another one that is also questionable (dubcon),, when they try to trick theo after he kills scott, and theo crosses the mountain ash and theo looks in the direction scott is hiding so stiles throws scott's shirt at him,,

imagining theo doesn't fall for it. he knows scott is there. but going by him asking stiles if scott ever really was his best friend theo seeks to prove that scott isn't a good friend. so he pushes stiles down on the stairs, grips stiles' wrists and pins him down. waits, gives scott a chance to intervene. scott won't blow his cover. theo kisses stiles who has no hope of breaking free. kisses him the way he's always wanted to. holds stiles down with one hand wrapped around stiles' wrists so he can caress his face and tug his hair. he asks again, in a whisper against parted lips, if scott was ever really his friend. pecks him one last time and THEN knocks him out.

he doesn't leave right away because stiles is so pretty. he looks up to where he knows scott is, knows scott never would have jumped in to help stiles. then he leaves stiles unconscious on the stairs knowing that when stiles wakes up he will feel nothing but doubt for scott and come to theo on his own next time.

The general idea is very fun, but I'd probably add feelings, you know? Feelings both Stiles and Theo are aware off, but Stiles really refuses to acknowledge... which is very hard because Theo loves to push him a little (he's very much aware that Stiles harbours some form of crush on him ever since they've been stuck together in a car for hours).

I'm also struggling with Theo knocking Stiles put purposefully. He's never hurt him before (and he even goes out of his way to help him in Eichen), I'm pretty sure knocking Stiles' out was a complete accident, and he would never have left if Theo thought Stiles was alone. I'm sure Theo was more than aware that Scott was "hiding" up there and that's why he asks the question to begin with.

BUT back to your idea. Theo kissing Stiles in that moment (without knocking him out afterwards because my heart could never) could still lead to many issues between Stiles and Scott. I mean... a few chosen words about their fight and Scott kicking him out of the pack for trying to run away from Donovan probably help. Scott could have noticed that although Stiles said he didn't want to kiss Theo, his body/heart said something different. It could make the whole "You trusted him too" a lot more explosive 👀

Also, yes. I'm working on the other fic 😂 I'm just a little slow at the moment... and I'm trying to write the next chapter for my long fic. It's a struggle, but I'm making progress lol

#*answered. #steo

[rotisseries]

so thats the end of 5a with him being a chimera pack leader. couple other things happened. he got malia to trust him the most. liam backed off after stiles and liam followed him to the creek where his sister died and saw him toss a white flower into it. Liam said he didnt smell just sad. he smelled grief (werewolves can smell chemosignals. they can read if you're sad/angry/happy etc.) liam was skeptical sure, but he didnt see anything wrong with theo (they have things wrong with them in common) anyway. after that interaction, stiles was alone. all the evidence he had was the fact his dad's signature was different from a parking ticket from years ago. theo gagged him with the "so my dads not my dad?..??" 😭😭 i mean he was right tho. his dad is not his dad. anyway. fun fact about theo. he can control his heart rate. the main way you can tell if someone is lying is by their heart beat. he controls that. hes a very good liar. even can cry on command. hes also so good at lying hes calm when he does it yk. like ... no sweat .. idk if the heart rate thing is related to tara though. i like 2 think so... oh and one more thing from s5a . he had this kid donovan try to kill stiles and during theo's manipulative little conversation he says "But it doesnt matter because...you got something else now. Power. Real power. strength,speed, heightened senses. so what do you do with power like that? i knoww what you're thinking. go after stilinski" (he has a grudge against stiles dad the sherriff because he got his dad paralyzed when they were partners n hes pissed about it.) "break his leggs cut off his ears... pull out his teeth. problem is though, sooner or later, physical pain it's...it's manageable. see... Real pain is emotional pain. that is the kind of pain that lasts." introducing the popular headcanon that theo raeken can seperate himself from pain!!!!!!! everyone cheered. hes been through so much in those 8 years he learned to deal with back breaking excruciating pain like nothing. goes numb. do not come at him with a scalpel.

theo's pack includes josh diaz, corey bryant, hayden romero, and tracy stewart. he killed tracy and josh. killed them for their power. he wanted tracy's kanima ablity (paralysing venom) and josh's electric ability. he can absorb and dish it out!! he's only had 1 love interest maybe 2 if u count that weird flirty scene with malia, and the other one was tracy and thats bc he kissed her to distract her while he took her power and killed her.

in 5B the whole thing was trying to figure out who La Bete was and how to stop them. Theo thought he could take the beast's power. he was pressured into killing josh and he killed tracy because he had

this interaction and he was pissed off and sad because he thought he was weak, and needed more power to prove he wasnt a failure . it's very obviously literally i can tell from watching my damn screen. and the person who manipulated him into killing josh reallt just wanted him to have fewer allies and corey and hayden left bc their partners were in the OTHER pack and . no one liked theo. scared of him sure. very sure. but he didnt have a moral system. no one was safe. in 5B he was just grasping at any straws for information, since he left the dread doctors, and everyone made him out to be something he wasnt. they had a valid readon to hate him. he thrned scotts entire pack against him and literallt killed him. and then stiles said shit like "i think you pushed her. and i think you liked it" to theo even though he KNEW theo in 4th grade and that doesnt sound like SHIT A 9yr old would DO unless they were FORCED. think bbg.... sorry anyway. he tried to take power from LA BETE the orginal beast/werwwolf but its genuinely so powerful that that just wasnt happening. he got knocked out. he woke up ans tried to fight scott and deucalion and the whole fucking pack idk. but then kira (who just got back from the skinwalkers) took her sword, and slammed it into the ground and it opened up, and she said "your sister says hello." and he started to fall in. and he looked really scared and his voice broke as he screamed for help and he even screamed for Scott because you would think. the person who saves everyone. would save you. but he didnt even move. and then he couldnt grip any longer and he fell. and the ground closed up. and it was silent.

#wow. there is. a lot going on #ask #ghoultaffy #hi jayme!

[popcrone818]

Broken

Part 8

Season 5 episode 3

Chapter 8 opening

I stood with Stiles and Scott as Papa Stilinski straightened his tie and fluffed his jacket. He was getting ready for his first date since Claudia had died. I could tell Stiles was probably more excited for his dad than his dad was, but I could feel the nerves rolling off papa Stilinski in waves. I gently tugged on the back of Stiles’ shirt as he moved to get closer to his dad to help him get ready.

“Oh, I should have got a haircut.” The Sheriff ran a hand through his slightly greying hair as Stiles stepped out of my hold on him.

“Well, you know,” Stiles started, eyes darting towards Scott and I for backup. “Someone your age should be happy you still have hair to cut.”

“I think you look great.” Scott said enthusiastically. I rolled my eyes at Scott but smiled at papa Stilinski, pulling on Stiles slightly again.

“Well, thank you, son I should have had.” He shoots Stiles and I a playfully glaring look, I feel Stiles wrap his arm around me and pull me in closer. Papa Stilinski starts to undo his tie.

“What the hell am I doing? This is a terrible idea.” He stops trying to loosen his tie as I reach forward out of Stiles’ hold as I tighten his tie up again.

“What? Dad, dad it’s one date, okay? The town of Beacon Hills wont implode while your out with one woman,” he stops fixing his dads clothes, looks back at Scott and I and adds, “or man.”

“It’s a woman Stiles.”

“Okay.” Stiles emphasises excitedly.

“A very beautiful woman.” Papa Stilinski adds.

“What beautiful woman, by the way…?” Stiles raising an eyebrow.

“None of your business, any of you.” Stiles looks at Scott and I again before clicking his tongue and pouting.

“I wanna know.” I pat his bicep gently as Sheriff Stilinski tugs on his jacket before a loud shout of “STILINSKI!” Can be heard through the station. Stiles pushes me behind him as we all walk out of the sheriff’s office into the main hub of the station where Deputy Clark and Deputy Parrish are holding back a young man and a man in a suit stands by.

“Stilinski! I’m going to kill you!” The young man shouts.

“Donovan if you think that shocks me, remember it was well documented in your Anger Expression Inventory. Deputies, escourt the prisoner out.” The prisoner, Donovan, struggles against the two deputies and I can see Deputy Parrish tense his muscles under his uniform.

“I'm not angry, like I'm gonna throw a brick through your window-- I'm angry, like I'm going to find you, I'm going to get a knife, and I'm going to stab you with it until you're dead. And when you look at me and you ask, "Why?", remember right now. Because this is why.” Donovan threatens in a calm tone. I watch the man in the suit pinch the bridge of his nose as Scott and Stiles cross their arms over their chest and step together in front of me. The sheriff seems to be taking it well and reacts to Donovan calmly, like this isn’t the first time this has happened before.

“Wow, that was awesome. That was awesome. That was great. Can we do one more? Give us another one, maybe like Christopher Walken this time, you know?” Stiles uncrosses his arms and steps closer to his dad and does the most Stiles thing he could do to try and piss off Donovan. “Okay, you know what?” Donovan just looks at Stiles with a bored expression. “It's fine. You'll have plenty of time to work on it when you're in your tiny, little cell. You know... just stuck there... forever.” Donovan then lunges towards us again Scott steps forward ready to jump in if needed and Stiles steps back reaching behind him to make sure I havent gone anywhere. I jumped at Donovan’s sudden outburst but dont move my feet as I stay quiet throughout the whole interaction.

“Get him out of here!” Stilinski yells. Clarke and Parrish are able to drag Donovan out of the station as Scott moves closer to Stiles.

“What the hell's an Anger Expression Inventory?” Scott asks in a hushed tone to not sound too stupid.

“It's a test you take when you're applying to become a deputy.” Stiles answers almost as hushed.

“That guy wanted to be a cop?”

“At least now, he's getting the full law enforcement experience.” Stiles shrugs pushing us out the door. Stiles struggles to get the Jeeps engine to turn over and I’m left propped up between the boys half in the backseat and half in the front seat.

“It’s anxiety.” Stiles says out of the blue.

“What is?” Scott cocks his head looking like a confused puppy.

“The chemo-signals? Oh I’m well aware of how you all monitor my emotional state, yeah.” I pat his arm from the backseat. I know that feeling well too. He tries the Jeep again and when the engine doesn’t turn over he slams his hand into the wheel causing me to jump back into the backseat away from an angry Stiles.

“You okay?” Scott questions him, I lean back in the seat as Stiles pulls out his phone to show scott a picture. I pull out my own with a message from Lydia lighting up the screen; ‘ 9-1-1 EMERGENCY.’ With her pinned location. I leant forward and thrust my phone between the boys in their line of vision.

“The banshee is calling.” My interruption pulled Stiles out of his anxiety filled head as he starts up the Jeep. It roars to life this time and we follow Lydia’s location pin.

I hurry along behind the boys as we pass a police barricade. Papa Stilinski, still dressed in his date attire comes up to us asking Scott questions in a hushed tone.

“Scott, you saw this kid Donovan, he wasn’t like you right?” Scott looked at Stiles and I as Stiles played with his abnormally long fingers.

“I dont think so…” Scott stammered.

“Unless he knows how to hide his scent.” Stiles piped up. I take a few steps closer to Lydia, Kira and Malia having noticed them when we walked up to the sheriff. I watched as Scott took off and us girls made our way back over to the father and son duo to wait for Scott. Parrish joined soon after. As we all grouped together static could be heard over Parrish’s radio.

“Scott? Is that you?” Parrish asked before the sheriff took the receiver.

“Yeah, I found Donovan, he’s completely freaked out he keeps saying some name.”

“What name?” The sheriff asked Scott. Before he could respond I heard Stiles mutter a name under his breath; Theo.

“Tracy, he keeps saying Tracy.”

“Tracy who?” The sheriff asks.

“Stewart.” Lydia jumps in and deadpans like she should have known the answer all along. “ Tracy Stewart.”

The boys wouldn't leave me alone for the rest of the night, Scott made camp on the floor in my bedroom and Stiles had made himself comfortable on my bed.

“You both know that she’s not coming after me right?” They both nod at me before Stiles throws a pillow off my bed and takes his shoes off. “And you also know Liam will smell you all over me tomorrow?” Stiles again nods and snuggles into the pillows he had left on my bed. “Your funeral.” I shrugged and got in next to Stiles.

The next morning when I woke up Stiles had his arm wrapped tightly around my waist and my head was nuzzled into the juncture between his head and shoulder. I felt his chest raise and fall and the warmth of his neck on my nose. I snuggled in a little bit more ultimately waking Stiles up with my movement.

“Good morning beautiful, where’s Scott gone?”

“I assume getting food and getting dressed, we do have school today.” Stiles groaned and pulled my body closer to his. He grumbled but got out of my bed anyway. After getting dressed I followed Stiles out to the Jeep dodging any attempt Scott tried at handing me his spare helmet. We jumped out of the Jeep as everyone walked up to stand around the still warm engine of Roscoe.

"Tracy wasn't just having trouble sleeping. It was a real disorder– it was night terrors." Lydia said as she crossed her arms over her chest walking up to the rest of us.

"Well, now she's the night terror. Especially since no one can find her." Stiles elaborates as he leans against the hood of the Jeep. Liams arm wraps loosely around my waist when he hears that little tid bit of information.His arm around my waist however didn't feel nearly as right as it should have and I involuntarily shivered under his touch. Stiles shot me a sideways glance as Scott sighs.

"Okay, I know we're all tired and miserable..." he looks around at each one of us stopping short at the look of excitement evident on Masons face. "Except for you."

Mason flicks his eyes to connect with mine and Liam’s behind me as he laughs lightheartedly. "Oh – I'm sorry. This is all just mind-blowing." He turns towards Scott and points to Kira as he continues, "You're a kitsune. I don't even know what that is."

Kira looks down and smiles softly, "I'm still learning."

Stiles scoffs as his eyes flick towards me for a split second before resting on my boyfriend standing slightly behind me. "Liam, we said you could tell him. Not invite him to the inner circle."

Liam looks to the ground and shuffles on his feet slightly, letting the arm around my waist fall to his side as Mason looks around at everyone of us, the worlds largest smile I’ve ever seen adorning his face. "Uh, I'm in the inner circle?" Liam places both of his hands in his jacket pocket and I move closer to Malia suddenly not feeling any sort of warmth or comfort from Liam.

"No." Liam mutters and Stiles with his exaggerated hand movements almost yells. I reach around behind Malia to hit Stiles on the back of his head, which is a lot easier to reach when he’s leaning on the Jeep, I turn my attention back to Liam who is looking at the ground and not paying any attention to me. I’ll talk to him later about the way he treated Mason.

"Guys, look, back to Tracy. She's just one lone wolf. We can find her." Scott takes charge of the group once again bringing us all back to our task at hand; finding Tracy.

"One lone serial killing wolf." Malia pipes up causing Stiles to make a face at her.

"Wha– I mean she only killed one person, you know – the other two were mauled... not quite serial killing status yet.” He looks between Malia and the rest of our group. I watch as Mason tries to take in all the information and blinks rapidly almost like he isn’t believing what he’s hearing Stiles say. "Alright, what do we do when we catch her?" He opens his arms almost reaching for suggestions.

Malia shrugs "I say we put her down."

Everyone looks at Malia then shares a look with each other almost asking without words if she’s serious or not. Mason seems to be enjoying the tension as his eyes light up and he mutters loud enough for everyone to hear clearly, "Intense."

Scott places his hands on the jeep again before stressing, "Guys, let's concentrate on catching her first. We'll figure out the rest later."

I walked the halls in my free period. I noticed Liam standing by the AP Biology classroom I ducked behind the wall as I watched his lips move before he took off and pulled the fire alarm, I followed Liam and Scott into Mr. Yukimura’s classroom where Tracy had a firm grip on Hayden’s forearm.

Liam went to take a step towards the two before Scott stopped him with an arm across his chest. I stood back with my arms crossed as I watched Scott slowly move his way closer to the two younger girls.

“Tracy. Tracy. Tracy. Tracy,” With each repetition of her name Scott moved closer and closer. Liam moving with him almost in sync. “Let go. Tracy!” her grip on Hayden tightened, I could see blood the tighter she grabbed on, and the more Hayden seemed to try to pull away.

“Hey, you're hurting me...” Hayden tried yet again to pull away, her face scrunching up in pain “Tracy, let her go.” Scott held his hand out to try to keep the peace. Tracey started to mumble as she let go of Hayden’s arm.

“They’re coming... They're coming for all of us.” Tracy fell forward as a silver liquid started to seep out of her mouth. Her eyes stayed open almost like she was staring into our souls as Scott and Mr. Yukimura picked her up and started to carry her out of the classroom and ultimately the school. As Stiles and Malia joined them, Liam and Hayden ran out of the classroom, I followed them both as Hayden spoke.

“She wasn't even supposed to be in our class. Where are they taking her?” She held her arm where Tracy had her tight grip.

“Uhh... The hospital, I guess...” Liam shuffled nervously before he answered Hayden and I could feel the tension between the two. I noticed that his eyes never even drifted in my direction. He looked down at the wound on Hayden’s arm before asking her the burning question and changing the subject. “Do you need help getting to the nurse's office?”

“I think I'll make it.” She snarkily remarked before I pushed passed the both of them bumping my shoulder into the back of Hayden’s shoulder and into the front of Liam and made my way to follow my group of friends hoping that I would be of use in some way.

As I took off in the direction of the animal clinic tears started to fall down my face. The hurt I felt when Liam didn’t even acknowledge my presence couldn’t even compare to the physical pain I felt with Brett or my father. I got to the animal clinic just as Deaton was performing his initial examination on Tracy. I rubbed furiously at my eyes before I entered but Stiles still gave me a questioning look as Deaton spoke.

“Pupils dilate under normal conditions.” Deaton then placed his fingers on her pulse point on her neck. “Heart rate is 250.” He then moved the collar of her shirt to examine her neck further. “ Evidence of an allogeneic skin graft on the right shoulder.” Stiles stepped closer to Tracy as he said it before his eyes flickered back over to me. “Now, this silvery substance at her lips is not something I've seen. It almost looks like mercury.” Deaton’s words caused everyone to follow his line of vision and look at the silvery substance that coated the corner of her mouth. Suddenly her body convulses for a second and Malia pipes up in the only way that Malia knows how.

“Uh... Can't you just give her a shot of something?” Malia seemed to be shuffling anxiously in her spot as she looked at the unconscious girl laying on the examination table. I stepped closer to Stiles, who was the closest to the door.

“She doesn't look to be in any pain...” Deaton’s eyebrows raise slightly as he looks at Malia and Scott and Stiles look at each other.

“I think she meant a shot to kill her.” I piped up as I laid my bag on bench off to the side. I shake my head as the two boys looks at me and Malia nods her head in agreement. Stiles looks like he wants to physically facepalm and Scott just looks dumbfounded.

Deaton scrunches up his face and draws his eyebrows together before he responds to Malia suggestion. “I generally prescribe to a code of ethics that frowns on such measures.”

“Malia, you know we're not going to do that.” Scott speaks to Malia using a gentle voice like he would a child.

“How do you know she's not going to kill us?” Malia voice holds a sense of urgency that I can feel reverberate through my entire body.

“...She makes a decent point.” I point out almost bumping my shoulder with Stiles’ as I step even closer to the small circle surrounding Tracy.

“Either way, I'm going to have to let my dad know she's here.” Stiles turned back around from facing me to look at Scott and Deaton.

“Agreed.” Deaton nodded taking a step away from the examination table. “And, while I may argue against euthanasia, I'm not opposed to a little...” he reached behind him and picked up a bottle of a black like ash. “Extra security.” Mountain ash. He threw the contents of the bottle at the entrance of the room and it connected with the rest of the building. We all stood around as we waited for something to happen but hoping that nothing would happen. Stiles was staring intently at the line of mountain ash on the floor.

“Don't worry, Stiles-- Tracy won't be able to cross a line of mountain ash. She's not going anywhere.”

“Yeah, that's kind of what I'm afraid of...” Stiles says as he stands up from leaning on the table. I fiddle with my fingers as I start thinking the same line of thoughts that I'm sure Stiles is also thinking.

“Well, Amya, you and I will be able to get out of here, no problem.” Deaton pauses, for dramatic effect, I'm sure. “You two? Not so much.” His head nods to each of the supernatural creatures currently conscious. Malia reaches out and touches the barrier between the room in the animal clinic and the outside world, the ripple of a currant causes her to retract her hand before mumbling.

“Weird.”

“Scott? Would you mind holding her down? I'm going to be trying a few more invasive tests.” Deaton picks up a scalpel as Scott holds onto her bicep and Stiles and I try to be helpful by holding down her legs. The scalpel does nothing as Deaton drags it along her skin. Not even leaving a red mark behind. He pushes harder trying anything to pierce her skin with the sharp blade. Tracy starts to pant lightly as a sudden clink of snapping metal can be heard. Deaton holds up a now broken scalpel and Stiles and I share a look before we both react in the same manner and tone.

“I think you're gonna need a bigger blade...” Deaton tilts his head to the side as he looks at Stiles and I.

Deaton starts to notice something strange on Tracy’s neck. I look closer and see something moving under her skin.

“Now, this is interesting...” Deaton exclaims as he moves her head to the side. Stiles and Scott make a move over to the other side of the room as Scott’s phone vibrates.

“Malia, Amya, help me turn her over, please.” Malia and I move forward and help Deaton with moving Tracy onto her stomach. I tried to listen to what the boys were saying but watching the scene before me unravel was a truly horrifying thing to watch. And I’ve seen a few horror movies.

“I think I know what she is.” Stiles says loud enough for Deaton and I to also be able to hear him. I look down and watch as what appears to be Tracy’s spine starts to wriggle and move under her skin.

“Do you care to enlighten the rest of us? Because this doesn't look too good...” Deaton’s voice causes me to shiver as Stiles and Scott move closer to us to get a better look at what was going on. Deaton starts to press on some spots on her back as the bone moves. All of a sudden, her back splits open and blood squirts out hitting Scott and Deaton. I hide behind Stiles hopefully missing the spray of blood myself. As I peak out from behind Stiles I watch as the vertebra of her spine seems to be moving. A tail springs out from her back as we all move closer to watch the dance her spine had been doing. The tail flicks out and catches Stiles in the chest. As Tracy pushes herself up off the table her tail gets Deaton on the cheek. Both Deaton and Stiles fall to the floor as Malia, Scott and I try to avoid her tail while she looks around frantically. Malia is the next one to get hit by the tail and she falls against one of the benches, Tracy then moves her eyes to look at me, and Scott tried to make a grab for her, as she whirls around to get Scott with her claws her tail plunges into my side and I scream falling to the floor by Stiles. Tracy makes a break for it and easily passes over the line of mountain ash. She runs out of the animal clinic as Scott tries to go after her before he too falls to the floor. How the fuck did she just pass the mountain ash. And how the fuck are we going to be able to tell the others if none of us can move. From his position with his face pressed up against the floor, Stiles all but yells.

“It wasn't a Werewolf.”

“Kanima...” Scott whispers into the abyss of the animal clinic.

#stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles imagines #stiles stilinski imagines #teen wolf imagines #liam dunbar imagines

[justanothersterekficgirl]

Favourite Fics- pt 11

A Healing Silence by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere

Stiles is slowly pushed out of the pack following his fight with Scott about Donovan's death. After receiving a phone number from an old friend, Stiles is surprised to find that it belongs to the one person who may be able to bring him back to himself.

Cut to the Bone by standinginanicedress

“Not that it’s any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?”

The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. He’s got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas he’s ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. “A date.”

Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, “pass.”

A Red Pen by fandom_life_forever

Derek and Stiles are always told they are the lucky ones. They found each other when they were three years old and have been together ever since. Not all mates are that lucky. Some have to wait years, but for Derek and Stiles, life is good. They have each other, a great circle of friends and loving families. What could be better?

But life seems to have other plans for them, and an unexpected detour shatters both of their worlds all in one fell swoop.

And it all starts with a pen.

Didn't See That Coming by knittersrevolt

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him.

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

You're stronger than you know by Littleredridinghunter

Set at the end of season 2, Stiles survives his encounter with Gerard and his goons, but it isn't easy.

The pack are letting him down again, his dad is not speaking to him, his life is just generally falling apart.

Until he has to get a bronze dagger to kill a siren and his whole world gets flipped on it's head!

My summaries are rubbish but I hope you'll still give it a chance!

#sterek #ao3 sterek #eternal sterek #sterek fics #sterekrecs #derek x stiles #derek hale/stiles stilinski #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterekfavourites #sterekrecslists

[sapphireginger]

You Left Me

Summary:

A house needed a foundation to build on and so did their pack but by the time Stiles got the pack to listen, they all blamed him. He didn’t understand why but during one pack meeting they pointed out how all of their problems somehow connected to Stiles. Stiles panicked because in truth he was the one who saved them time and time again. So how was he at fault?

AO3 Link

@badthingshappenbingo

Prompt: Banished

Stiles didn’t know where he was going as he ran through the forest. All he knew was he couldn’t go back. Home wasn’t home anymore as evidenced by the way his friends couldn’t stand to look at him. He thought he could stay and ignore how they avoided him, but he gave up after a week. The final straw, the reason behind him running through the forest, was a fight with Scott. He felt tears stream down his cheeks as he thought back on the conversation they had less than an hour ago.

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“I don’t know what more you want from me Scott!” he shouted.

“I don't want anything from you. I don’t want you around,” Scott shouted back.

Stiles froze and his eyes narrowed. “Seriously? I haven’t done anything wrong. I defended myself. You know that, and I’ve already resigned myself to being ignored by all of you. I don’t know what else you want me to do.”

“You can leave. You can stop filling the halls with the scent of sadness and hurt. You brought this on yourself. You’re not allowed to walk the halls trying to make us feel bad for wanting nothing to do with you. This is all your fault. You can’t blame us for defending ourselves from you. I mean we know what happened to Allison and then Donovan. Who’s to say Lydia’s not next? Or Isaac? Or Danny? Or Jackson? It’s like the Nogitsune never left!” Scott yelled with a growl.

“Allison wasn’t my fault, Scott. That was all him. I fought—”

Scott snarled. “Don’t lie, Stiles. You killed her and you loved it. Stop using him as an excuse for how fucked up you are! Leave! If I see you again after tonight, I will kill you,” he spat.

Stiles felt his heart shatter. When he looked up again and saw that Scott was serious, he turned and ran.

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The blood pounding in his ears snapped him back to the present. His shirt was soaked through from the downpour. It was late into the night and he didn’t know where to go or what to do. Why should he keep going? His dad intercepted a robber while he was off duty one night and was killed. His dad was dead and he had nothing and no one left.

Beacon Hills had been Stiles’s only home since he was born. It was eighteen, almost nineteen, years later and that was still the case. Through all the clashes with various supernatural beings over the years their small pack stayed strong but it was also fractured. Stiles did his best to mend the cracks in the foundation but it was almost impossible when they didn’t have one to begin with.

A house needed a foundation to build on and so did their pack but by the time Stiles got the pack to listen, they all blamed him. He didn’t understand why but during one pack meeting they pointed out how all of their problems somehow connected to Stiles. Stiles panicked because in truth he was the one who saved them time and time again. So how was he at fault?

Everyone had ignored him for some fault they found in him. Stiles knew their reasons were meritless, but it hurt so bad. He stopped caring. When he tripped on a root and crashed to the ground he didn’t bother even getting up. He just laid on the ground letting the tears stream down his face. He was so tired. He was tired of being alone, ignored, blamed, and a part of him was tired of living. It was a downhill slide from then on. Stiles closed his eyes, curled up into a ball on the forest floor and drifted off.

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He woke with a start, his eyes wide as he tried to get his bearings. He wasn’t outside anymore and he looked down to see himself in dry clothes. He wondered how that happened as he looked around the space he found himself in. It seemed like a small cabin but he didn’t remember any cabins in the forest, and he would remember if there had been one because he’d grown up exploring every inch of it. He rubbed his eyes and blinked several times but the scenery didn’t change.

He looked at his hands and counted. 1, 2, 3…all the way up to 10 to prove to himself that he was indeed awake. He was cold and pulled the blanket closer around him. Wait! He looked at the blanket and then took a deep breath in through his nose. When the scent filled his nostrils it threw him into a pile of memories.

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“Mischief!” a boy called out to him.

Stiles beamed and hurried over. “Hi, Theodorable!” he said giggling.

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“Mischief? Did you ask your mom?”

Stiles nodded and held up a sleeping bag. “She said we can sleep in the tree house!”

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“Happy Birthday dear Mischiefffffff! Happy Birthday to you!” Theo laughed and handed Stiles his gift.

Stiles gasped and squealed. “How’d you get his autograph?!” He threw himself at Theo and beamed.

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“Don’t worry, Theo! I brought all your favorites. Movie night is on!” Stiles cheered

Theo curled up under the blanket. “You’re the best, Mischief.”

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“Hello?” Stiles said quietly as he entered the house. He looked around at the now empty building. His breath caught and he teared up. “No! Where’d you go?” he cried out before searching the entire house, finding no one and nothing. He went outside and collapsed on the porch steps sniffling. “Theo.”

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Stiles’s eyes snapped open and he looked around again. “Theo?” he whispered.

“Hey, Mischief,” a voice to his right said quietly.

Stiles whipped his head in the direction of the voice and came face to face with a guy his age. He was gorgeous and Stiles blushed lightly taking in the blonde hair, blue eyes, chiseled jawline (unlike Scott’s crooked one), and the smile. “H-Hi,” he replied quietly. He was struggling to hold back tears when he heard his childhood nickname spoken for the first time in years. Only his mother and Theo had been allowed to call him Mischief. Stiles didn’t realize how much he missed hearing that name.

Theo gestured to the couch. “May I sit?”

Stiles nodded and went to move his feet but Theo simply lifted Stiles’s feet, sat down, and let them rest on his lap.

“You had me worried.” Stiles quirked an eyebrow and Theo continued. “I found you. Your lips were blue and when I touched you, you were so cold. I did my best to warm you up but I was scared I’d lost you,” he whispered and started rubbing small circles on Stiles‘s ankle with his thumb.

Stiles melted at the touch and looked down. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I just had to leave. I guess if dying was truly my goal, I could’ve just stayed and let him kill me.”

Theo growled low at that but with a bemused look from Stiles, he cleared his throat. “Who?”

“Scott,” Stiles replied in barely a whisper.

Theo didn’t stop his growl this time. “He threatened you?”

Stiles nodded.

“Why?”

Stiles shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Let’s just say I can’t go home anymore. Once I’m warmed up, I’ll get out of your hair too.”

Theo frowned and shook his head. “No. You’re not bothering me and I wouldn’t have brought you here if I wanted you to disappear.”

“But you disappearing is just fine?” Stiles asked, meeting Theo’s gaze.

“I—” Theo started but sighed. He swallowed thickly, struggling to speak with the lump of emotion lodged in his throat. “I didn’t want to leave. I was forced to. They threatened you. So, I left, but I kept an eye on you as best I could. Once I was old enough to deal with them myself, I did so.”

“Really?”

Theo nodded. “There was nothing that would ever stop me from coming back to you. I can back to you, came back for you, Bambi. I’m here.”

“Now you’re here?”

Theo nodded and met Stiles’s gaze with utmost sincerity. “I’m here.”

Stiles tilted his head, his fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “For how long?”

“As long as you want me here.”

“So, forever?”

“Is that what you want?”

Stiles swallowed and nodded before averting his gaze. “Yeah,” he admitted in barely a whisper.

Theo moved closer, his hand sliding up to grip Stiles’s thigh, the touch grounding them both. “Then I’ll never leave you again.”

“Never?”

“Never ever.”

“Promise?” Stiles inquired, leaning closer, unaware he was doing so but not pulling back nonetheless.

Theo shook his head, stopping just short of kissing the amber eyed man. “I promise.”

Stiles closed the remaining distance between their lips and sighed into the kiss, finally finding what had been missing all these years and vowing to never let go of Theo, to never let go of his happiness, ever again.

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