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anxiousstark · 4 years

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S2 10 | Fury

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Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2848

Warnings: Mentions of guns, degrading names, injuries, blood, murder, swearing (always).

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"So this kid's the real killer?" Noah Stilisnki asked, his eyes moving from Scott and Stiles to me. We were in Stiles's bedroom, showing him a picture of Matt. We needed to end this, but Noah didn't seem convinced by what we were trying to explain.

"Yeah." Stiles rolled his eyes.

"No."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Dad, come on." He got up from his chair, standing in front of the man who had raised him. "Everybody knows that the police look for ways to connect victims in a murder, okay? So all he had to do is, like, look through their transcripts and figure out which class they all had in common."

"Yeah, except for the fact that the rave promoter Kara wasn't in Harris's class."

"All right, okay, you're right, sorry. Then I guess they dropped the charges against him?"

"No, you know what? They're not dropping the charges. But that doesn't prove anything." Stiles groaned, throwing his hands up.

"Scott, do you believe this?"

"It's really hard to explain how we know this, but you just gotta trust us. We know it's Matt." His calming voice reassured the Sheriff, but still, he seemed to have doubts. He glanced at me, and I nodded my head.

"Yeah, he took Harris's car, okay? Look, he knew that if a cop found tire tracks at one of the murders, and that if enough of the victims were in Harris's class, that they'd arrest him."

"All right, fine. I'll allow the remote possibility, but give me a motive." We looked at each other, sighing in relief. "I mean, why would this kid want most of the 2006 swim team and its coach dead?"

"Isn't it obvious?" We still didn't know why Matt was doing this, so no. "Our swim team sucks! They haven't won in, like, six years." He shouted before his voice lowered. "Okay, we don't have a motive yet. I mean, come on, does Harris?" Before Noah could answer back his son, I hit Stiles's arm. "Ouch, what was that for?" He rubbed the placed where I had hit him while glancing at me.

"I'm in the swim team, asshole." I pouted, but then I quickly connected another dot. "That's why he attacked me." Both boys looked at me confused, still trying to understand. "That could be another reason, guys. I'm in the swim team." However, there were other people in the swim team, so why didn't he attack them?

"Attacked you?" Mr. Stilisnki directed at me. He seemed mad. "Okay, what do you want me to do?"

We smiled, sighing in content. "We need to look at the evidence," Scott's voice sounded confident.

"Yeah, that would be in the station, where I no longer work."

"Trust me. They'll let you in."

Sheriff Stilisnki was perplexed due to his son's words. "Trust you?" His fingers pointed at him.

"T-trust Scott?" Sheriff still wasn't convinced. "Trust...Y/N?"

"Y/N I trust." I grinned, feeling better than the other two boys, which made both of them push me a little. Tsk, is that jealousy I smell?

"It's 2:00 in the morning." The Deputy behind the counter gave us a judging look. Sheriff Stilisnki took the three of us to the station in hopes of finding more information, which seemed complicated as he no longer worked there.

"Believe me, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't extremely important."

"We look at the hospital stuff first, okay?" The hazel-eyed boy whispered to Scott and me. "Because all the murders were committed by Jackson, except for one, you remember?" We nodded. The pregnant girl, Jessica.

"Yeah. Since Matt had to kill her himself, somebody from the hospital could've seen him."

The Deputy made a gesture with her head. "Thank you. Boys. Y/N." We entered the office, watching the recording from the cameras of the hospital. "I don't know, guys. I mean, look at this. There was a six-car pileup that night, the hospital was jammed."

"All right, just keep going. Look, he had to have passed one of the cameras on that floor to get to Jessica, okay? He's gotta be on the footage somewhere."

"Oh, hold on, stop! Did you see that? Scroll back." I hurriedly pointed to the camera.

"That's him! That's Matt!"

"All I see is the back of someone's head." Mr. Stilisnki glanced at us over his shoulder.

"Matt's head, yeah. I sit behind him in history. He's got a very distinct cranium, it's weird." A disgusting expression decorated his face. But it couldn't surpass Noah's face, realizing how weird his son was. "All right, fine, then look at his jacket, huh? How many people do you know who wear black leather jackets?"

"Millions, literally."

"Okay, can we scroll forward? There's gotta be a shot of him coming at one of the cameras."

"Right there! Stop, stop! See, there he is again."

"You mean there's the back of his head again."

"Okay, but look. He's talking to someone."

"He's talking to my mom." He took his phone out, calling Melissa who was working. After sending her a picture of Matt, she affirmed recognizing him. She had stopped him because he was tracking mud in the hall.

Noah rapidly grabbed some files. "We've got shoe prints alongside the tire tracks at the trailer site."

"And if they match, that puts Matt at the scene of three murders. The trailer, the hospital, and the rave." Stiles added.

"Actually, four. A credit card receipt for an oil change was signed by Matt at the garage where the mechanic was killed."

"When?"

"A couple hours before you got there."

"All right, dad, if one's an incident, two's a coincidence, and three's a pattern, what's four?"

"Four's enough for a warrant." We sighed in relief. "Scott, call your mom back, see how quick she can get here. If I can get an official ID, I can get a search warrant. Y/N, go to the front desk. Tell them to let Scott's mom in when she gets here."

"On it!" I quickly hurried. When I arrived at the front desk, there was nobody. "Hello?" I glance down. The Deputy was lying on the floor, wide eyes, blood covering all of her chest. Then, I noticed that her gun was missing. I heard a click, turning around. Matt was there, the gun pointing to the space between my eyes.

He turned my body around, now pointing the gun to the back of my head. "Walk." We both started walking towards Noah's office.

Stiles was the first one to notice me, his eyes shaking. He was going to take a step forward when his father stopped him. "Matt?" Noah showed him his empty unarmed hands. "It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun."

"You know, it's funny you say that because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are." The barrel of the gun was pressed tighter against my head as he talked.

"I know you don't wanna hurt people."

"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people. You three weren't on my list," The gun he was holding hit the back of my scalp, making me hiss. "She was, Y/N McCall. If it wasn't for her, everything would have gone perfectly. But she HAD to be there, at the video store, fucking everything up." He sighed, pushing me forward. Stiles grabbed me, checking my face quickly, touching the back of my head to make sure that I didn't have any wound. "But I could be persuaded. And one way is to try dialling somebody on your cell phone like McCall is doing. T-that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone. Now!"

Matt made Stiles handcuff his father, then he took us with him. On the corridor, three officers were on the ground, lifeless. "What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?" Scott asked.

"No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it." He smirked.

Now, we were destroying all the files that conducted to him being a murderer. "Deleted. And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first, whatever that means, I think we're good here, right? So I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, you know? You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the Kanima."

We saw a light, followed by the sound of a car. "Sounds like your mom's here, McCall."

"Matt, don't do this. When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt."

"If you don't move now. I'm gonna kill Stiles first, and then your mom. And then," He smirked. "I'm going to kill her. Because thanks to Y/N the Kanima isn't as strong as it could be. That night, if Jackson would have been the only one getting scratched, all of this wouldn't have happened. You guys would probably be dead." His rage was directed towards me. "But this bitch had to go inside the video store, and fuck everything up."

"And I will fuck everything up again if you touch anyo-" Stiles gripped my arm, begging me to calm down.

To our surprise, it wasn't Melissa. It was Derek. But he was paralyzed as soon as he came inside, falling to the floor, and letting us see Jackson behind him. "This is the one controlling him? This kid?" I tried not to chuckle.

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. It's like a fucking Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"

"Abominable snowman," I whispered his name, trying to let him know that it wasn't the time to be sarcastic. "But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."

Matt didn't like Stiles's comment. Jackson scratched his neck, paralyzing him. His body fell on top of Derek. "You bitch."

"Get him off of me."

"Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

Again, we heard a car. This time, it was Melissa. Scott went out with Matt, the next thing we knew, we heard a gunshot. I stayed on the floor, next to Stiles and Derek. Jackson's eyes fixed on me, smirking. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to end all of this.

A couple of minutes later, Matt came back to the room. My eyes focused on Scott, seeing the blood on his shirt. I walked up to him, examining his face for any type of signal that would let me know that he was healing. He just side-hugged me, keeping me away from his injury. "Is Melissa okay?" I whispered.

He nodded, glaring at Matt. "The evidence is gone. Why don't you just go?"

"Y-you think the evidence mattered that much, huh? No, no, I-I want the book." We both were confused. Matt groaned, getting madder. "The bestiary. Not just a few pages, I want the entire thing."

"I don't have it. It's Gerard's. What do you want it for, anyway?"

"I need answers." He used the back of his mouth to clean the visible sweat around his mouth.

"Answers to what?"

"To this." He lifted his shirt. His right side was the same colour as the Kanima, scales all over it, and it seemed to palpitate. It looked like that thing had its own life. "I'm tired of this," He grabbed Scott's shirt roughly. "Come with me. Jackson, keep an eye on those two," His glare went to me. "And her."

I sat down again, next to both boys while Jackson kept guard of the room so nobody would go inside or outside.

"Hey. You know what's happening to Matt?" Stiles whispered.

"I know the book's not gonna help him. You can't just break the rules, not like this."

"What do you mean?" I asked, keeping my eyes on Jackson.

"Universe balances things out. Always does." He panted. "He is using Jackson to kill people, and killing people himself." I stared at Derek, waiting for him to continue. "Balance."

"Wait," Stiles intervened. "So he becomes the Kanima? Derek nodded. We needed to stop him. We needed to tell him. I glance around the room, seeing my backpack on the floor. "Oh no," I heard Stilinski muttering. "What are you thinking of, McCall?" He tried to move his head to glance at me. "Don't do anything stupid, please. You are the one who told me that when I confronted Peter Hale."

"Did you listen to me, Stiles?" I asked in a hushed voice, crawling to my bag, rummaging through it until I grabbed the object that I was searching for. Pepper spray.

He groaned. "No, I didn't." I slowly got up from the ground, without making any sound. "You aren't going to listen, right?"

"Hey, Jackson," His head snapped to me, eyes shining. "Beautiful eyes." I rapidly used pepper spray. Jackson groaned, kneeling on the ground, and aggressively rubbing his eyes. I threw the spray back to the boys. "He will come to get me. I need to help Scott. Use the spray if you need it!" And even though Derek Hale told me not to do anything absurd, I continued running.

However, the power in the entire station turned off. "Fuck," I muttered. The sound of guns being shot scared the shit out of me, but I had to find Scott. I crawled on the floor, hands covering my head as the windows were being broken by the bullets. Then, when the shots seemed to stop, I got up and ran.

"Shit," My heart almost came out of my chest when I saw Allison. I felt fear because something bad could happen to her, then I felt relieved because we were worried about her as we hadn't seen her at the end of the party. And again, I felt terrified when I saw her face. A numb expression decorating her features while she had a hard grip on her crossbow. "What are you doing here?"

"Where's Derek? She avoided my question, answering with her own. "Where's Derek?!" Her eyes were teary.

"An answer for an answer," I replied. "What the heck are you doing here? You need to get the hell out of here." I looked around, deciding to whisper. "Allison, this is dangerous."

"I'm going to kill Derek Hale because he killed my mom." She spat. "And I will kill anyone who gets on my way."

"Bitch," I mumbled. "Derek Hale saved our asses a million times. Yeah, he probably isn't the best at communication, but when I say our asses, I also mean yours." I scowled. "Your mom," I smirked. "A huge bitch she is. Well, she was." Allison threw a punch at me, but I surprisingly dodged it, something you would only expect in films or books. "She deserves all that she got. She went to the hospital to get information from Mellisa." She glanced at the ground while I continued. "She deserved all that she got. Do you know why? Because she tried to kill Scott." She was in denial, but she knew because her family was deranged. "She tried to kill your boyfriend, Allison. She tried to kill my brother." I firmly stated.

"Shut up!" Next thing I knew, there was an arrow piercing my stomach. The arrow was exactly in the middle. I stared at it, and the blood coming out, although no words were coming out of my mouth as I stared at her. "Oh my, I-I didn't mean to-" I fell to the ground, thankfully on my back so the arrow wouldn't get more stuck in my abdomen. Allison was also interrupted when the Kanima appeared, paralyzing her. Then, it was Matt's turn to make an appearance.

"You should've given me a chance. Because remember how I said I'm not the kind of guy who would say something like: 'well if I can't have her, no one can.' It's not totally true because, Allison, if I can't have you, no one can!" He screamed. "Thank you for finding this slut," He kneeled next to me, brushing my hair. "Pepper spray, uh?"

"If I could," I gasped for air. "I would fucking k-kill you right now."

"Yeah," He laughed hysterically. "But I think you are dying first. Should we show momma McCall, Scott, and Stiles how stunningly beautiful you look as the blood leaves your body?" This dude was sick, utterly sick. "Yeah, let's show them." The hand that was caressing my hair clutched it forcefully, dragging me by my hair through all the rooms in the station. I lost consciousness.

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berrieluv · 2 years

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Usually, Stiles is a loving and caring boyfriend, when he has nothing in his mind you're his first priority. Recently, more than usually, he has been having too much in his mind.

Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader.

This is really, really short because I just wanted to add in something an scene inspired on 50 Cent's TikTok Audio. Let's pretend there's good Universities at Beacon Hills and the pack didn't have to leave and they're still together, thank you.

That Old Jeep.

Stiles was supposed to pick you up from work, as he usually does when he's free and as he does all the time when you're working 'till late.

It was pass 11:00 O'clock when you made it out of your shift. As usual, you walk a few steps to wait for Stiles at the end of the street, so he doesn't have to turn and do the whole round to get out again, you both agreed it was easy to have you walking a few, also, the spot were you would wait for him was crowded with the other people waiting for the bus.

A few minutes later, the first two busses arrived, and around seven people left with them, fortunately there were still five people and you waiting.

Stiles wasn't a punctual person. He usually arrives five minutes late, ten when it was a special occasion and he had too much to do, but he always made sure to make it up to you for the wait.

But sure Stiles never, ever, was thirty minutes late. There wasn't a single person left on the bus stop anymore and it was starting to get cold. The business around started to turn off their lights by 12:00 o'clock, but luckily you, you still have the people who worked very late at the restaurants.

A few minutes after, you were alone again. And you blamed Stiles, and yourself too for believing he will be on time when the last week he has done nothing but let you down. You get up and start to do what you feel you should've done the first thirty minutes he didn't arrive. You start to make your way home, walking in the dark and lonely streets praying some crazy man wouldn't jump on you and try to steal your things, or worst, some fucking werewolf would try to bit you and now you will be cursed, having to need your best friend full time and he wouldn't have time to attend his girlfriend because he'll be too fucking busy helping you.

"Fuck!"

You yell at your thoughts. Of course you were happy Scott and Stiles had each other. It was a very beautiful friendship and you know you would love to have one like theirs, but you were reaching your limits. The fact that Stiles, knowing how dangerous it's out there, would leave you to walk home alone at late night hours was making you angrier.

You froze when you feel a car following you, you try not to show it and your legs start to walk faster only to see Stiles in his Jeep next to you a few seconds later.

"Hey, beautiful. I'm sorry I was late. Scott and I were a little busy" He stops the car a few meters ahead you and he gets out to wait for you and walk you to the passenger seat, but when you walk pass him his face is now showing confusion. "Hey, gorgeous, what's wrong? Please get in the jeep, you can't be walking alone this late at night"

"Go to hell"

"Ok, I know I deserve that. Please, get in the jeep, we'll fix this on there, right?"

You turn to look at him and he smiles when you do, thinking he'll be having you back and his plans would turn like he wanted to.

"Fuck you, Stiles" He frowns "Fuck you and fuck your stupid fucking piece of shit you call jeep"

Stiles looks confused at your choice of words, knowing you were never one to curse that much in just a sentence. He've been knowing you since kindergarten and he doesn't think he ever heard you using that many bad words.

"What would you say fuck my jeep for?"

You let out a frustrated yell and continue walking. Stiles gets on his jeep, ready to star following you, trying to convince you to get in, and if he doesn't, at least you wouldn't be walking alone.

"Hey, princess, please get on the jeep, please? I won't talk if you don't want to just please don't walk all the way. It's dangerous"

"It's exactly the fucking same, Stiles" You yell without slowing your steps "You can't protect me even if you want to. What're you gonna do? You're gonna fight a werewolf if they come for me? Mh? You're gonna do that?" By the last sentence, you stopped your walking, facing Stiles in his jeep, both of you looking at each other "You can't fucking protect me, not me, not you, not your fucking jeep and I don't care how much you help and protect Scott and the pack, you can't do that for me and you do nothing to prove me wrong"

"Y/N..."

"No, Stiles! Stop fucking following me! I'm not getting in that stupid jeep, not alone, not with you, not under any circumstance because it's the fucking same weather I'm alone or I'm with you because either way you're not there!"

"Ok, ok, cool, cool, cool, fine. Baby, please get in the jeep. We'll talk about this, right? Get in and we'll fix this"

"I don't want to fix anything with you"

Stiles saws you walking away and he starts to drive his jeep to you too.

"Y/N, baby, I know you don't mean that. What you're saying it's hurting me"

"And dating you it's hurting me too so either way you stop fucking following me or I'll go to the sheriff station to accuse you of stalking"

You hear Stiles jeep slowing down and you walk faster, only to jump scare when he takes you into his arms and starts to walk to the jeep.

"Just get on the fucking Jeep"

"Put me down, Stiles!"

"No, I know I did wrong, I'm so sorry, but you get in the fucking jeep, we get home, we talk about it, I do that think you like with my tongue and I tell Scott I can't be going with him tomorrow because I have to make it up to my beautiful girl"

"You can't possible stay at home for a day"

"You can't possible stand me for a day but we'll see who wins"

#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilisnki #stiles stilinksi imagine #dylan obrien x reader #dylan o'brien imagine #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagine

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wyrm-wolf · 3 years

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Welcome To Fright Night

“Is that your brother’s new boyfriend ?” Lydia pulls down her sunglasses to look over the rim of them.

Scott looks across the yard where his older brother, Stiles, was kneeled down in the neighbor’s garden repotting some plants. Lurching over him like a shadow was their neighbor, tall, slicked back dark hair with a chiseled jaw and a smirk that made Scott’s stomach twist with distrust. The man was like a shadow that stalked you in the middle of the night before it followed you into an alleyway and killed you. The guy was a ball of mysteries that set his teeth on edge. He leaned over Stiles, with an arm pressed up against the gate while the other was loosely holding a beer in his hand.

Or it could just be the fact the guy was dating his older brother, and Scott was protective of Stiles. After all, his older brother didn’t have the best track record of dating nice guys.

“ Ugh ,” Scott groaned, rolling his eyes at the sight of Lydia eyeing up their neighbor like he was a prime cut steak. “Yeah, that’s Derek Hale.”

He said the name like he’d just eaten a mouthful of ash.

“He seems nice.”

“He’s a dick.” Isaac commented near them.

Scott was proud of the fact that Isaac had taken his side in disliking Derek as much as he disliked the guy. Stiles had rolled his eyes at the both of them before telling them to keep the comments to themselves. Stiles was the oldest as well as their guardian after their father had passed away, so he was the one to make the ground rules and make sure they kept their grades up. Scott was the worst at school work and was lucky enough his older brother was happy to help tutor him or else he would have failed his classes.

“Oh come on, he can’t be that bad. Or else Stiles wouldn’t be dating him.” Allison swam over to where Scott was sitting on the edge of the pool, not yet having gotten back in with the others.

“Can we talk about anything else besides Scott’s hot neighbor?” Jackson huffed, looking like the righteous asshole he was day in and day out.

Scott sent a glare at the other teenager, and almost jumped out of his skin when Derek suddenly appeared next to him.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He cursed under his breath, ignoring the way his heart lurched into his throat.

“Hey kid,” Derek smirked like he could hear the terror in Scott’s heart and found it amusing. The man lifted his now empty beer bottle as he said, “Ran out over at my house, and Stiles said you guys had an extra case I could have.”

“Um, yeah sure.” Scott’s eyes slid over to Stiles who smiled back at him and went back to tending the roses.

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the-real-dannix · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale, Gerard Argent, Kate Argent Additional Tags: Alpha Derek Hale, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, No Beta, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, I Don't Even Know, Werewolf Mates, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, One Shot Summary:

“Before you scream, I’m just gonna go ahead and tell you that I have the rest of your family tied up in the other room, so maybe don’t.” The man’s voice had Derek blinking awake. Which was concerning. There were actually a number of concerning things right now. Not least of which being the stranger in black jeans and hoodie sitting beside his bed staring at him with glowing purple eyes and a knife in his hand. However, most concerning was the fact that he hadn’t woken up before the man had made it into his house and that he still couldn’t hear the man’s heartbeat. Then, of course, his brain caught up to what was said.

“I live alone,” Derek mumbled, dumbly.

The man frown and his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion. “You live a- then who were all those people walking around your loft?”

#fic #fanfic #mine #sterek #sterek fanfic #stiles #stiles x derek #derek hale #stiles stilisnki

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theseguysiship · 4 years

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After 4 years I finally found inspiration to write the sterek fanfic I've been wishing to write. I know I'm super late to the party and nobody will read it but I'm just so happy for that.

These are dark times for everybody, but there's something positive in all this.

#sterek fan art #derek hale #stiles stilisnki #fanfic

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sterekfor-life · 5 years

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For our lost fics, memories that refuse to come back.

I will never stop looking for you.

#fic rec #sterek fic #sterek fics #lost fic #reading fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #derek hale fanfiction #stiles stilinksi imagine #Stiles Stilisnky fanfiction

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sophia1644 · 7 years

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Downpour

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: angst to the damn max, both of you guys crying and being absolutely devastated bc u lost each other ;((((( , but don’t worry it’s a v happy ending aka smutty towards the end

Summary: Y/N loves Stiles Stilinski dearly and can’t believe she let her soulmate slip through her fingers so easily. Luckily, Stiles comes to the same realization, both of them not letting the downpour hinder their love.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: yayayyayayay, I really like this I was listening to this song on repeat. omfg it’s so good idk I love her voice and the vibes. Like I feel like I should be in a quaint coffee shop sipping a latte in a cozy sweater with my boyfriend. Don’t forget to comment if you like this ;) it’s much appreciated bc I love feedback!! It makes my day!!!

I sit down at the wooden bench to my bay window, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders and snuggling deeper into the crimson flannel that still vaguely smelt of him. I hug my mug full of hot cocoa closer to my chest, warmth radiating to my fingertips as I look out the window. Rain falls down, wetting the pavement and turning everything a darker shade while a peaceful, rhythmic sound taps against the glass pane.

I wish that he was here, but I push that thought aside, knowing that he wasn’t mine anymore. A tear slips down my cheek and I’m quick to brush it away with the heel of my hand, taking in a deep breath and exhaling it through my nose.

“It’s over,” is all that keeps replaying in my head on repeat. The way his face morphed from anger to disbelief to sadness within a second after the brash words fell from my lips, fueled by anger and not truth. The way I slammed the door as I ran out of his house, keys in hand and tears brimming my eyes. And the way I didn’t turn back. And how I haven’t answered anyone’s calls or texts for at least a week now, including his.

“I’m such an idiot,” I mutter, more tears threatening and proceeding to fall down my cheeks. I can’t believe that that is how I ended things with the person I truly believed- still believe, is my soulmate.

One argument that went too far, ending with anger-filled words that we would never use with clear state of mind. Words that we would never use in any circumstance towards each other, but still managed to slip past our lips.

I set the cracked blue mug aside, wrapping my arms around my knees and tugging them closer, placing my chin atop as tears continue streaming down my face with no sign of stopping.

How the hell could I let him go? Just, how?

My phone buzzes. I don’t even bother glancing toward the bright screen, knowing that it’s probably just another pointless text that’ll be ignored.

But, the device buzzes again, and again, and again, countless times, for minutes on end. I pick it up, preparing to go to my settings to turn off all notifications, but my fingers stop moving, my whole body convulsing as I weep harder. I forgot that my lock screen was a picture of Stiles and I laughing together, mid-kiss, not to mention the notification that I have 29 missed calls from him.

I click on one of the voicemails, immediately regretting it as the familiar sound of his voice echoes around my room, but with a noticeable flaw. I can tell he’s been crying as his voice breaks at certain syllables, his state of utter sadness similar to mine.

“Love, please j-just pick up the pho-phone, so tha-that we can tal-lk it out.”

But, isn’t he better without me? It’s clear that I’m a fuck up from losing him in the first place and I’m also the reason that this preciously perfect boy is crying. So, how could he not be better off without me?

The harsh truth was that Mieczyslaw Stilisnki didn’t need me, and that hurt. More than I’d like to admit honestly.

“Y/N, I’m be-begging you. Pl-lease, I ne-eed you to pick up.”

“You haven’t and-answered anyone. Not even Ly-Lydia. At this point, I jus-just need to make sure you’re ok-okay. Bec-cause if you’re not, god, love, pl-please I can’t do this. Pi-ick up.”

“Fuck it, Y/N, I’m co-coming over. I can’t t-take this anymore.”

By some act of the gods, I glance out the window again and there he is. Roscoe is parked on the street, Stiles sitting in the drivers seat, tapping his fingers against the wheel, one of his nervous ticks.

His warm brown eyes dart up to my window, an expression of relief flooding his features. He raised his phone in my vision, pointing frantically at it. I look down at my own to see his profile picture fill my screen, a phone call coming from him.

I tentatively grasp my phone in my hands, the button to answer tempting me. I look back out the window to see Stiles looking back at me with desperation, biting his bottom lip.

The sight of him pushes me over the edge, my instincts picking up the call and raising the phone to my ear.

“Thank god,” he says exasperatedly. “I’m sorry. Okay? I’m so so-sorry for everythi-thing it’s all my fa-fault. I take it all bac-ck. Just pl-please come back to me, Y/N. I can’t, I can’t do this with-without you, love.”

Teardrops that were previously balancing on my bottom lash line fall with Stiles’ rushed slur of words.

“Y/N? Please say som-something, any-nything,” he sighs breathlessly, resting his head against the steering wheel to his blue jeep, lines creasing his forehead as his brows pull down, looking up at me still.

“I’ll be down in a sec, a second,” I manage to say in coherent words, standing up and walking down the hall, slipping on a pair of shoes and braving the downpour outside.

I run to the passenger’s side door, tugging open the door and quickly sitting down, already feeling drenched from head to toe.

The vehicle stays silent for multiple seconds as we both stare dead ahead, neither of us sure where to begin. Stiles ends up breaking the silence, both of us turning towards each other at the same time as he takes in a sharp breath. He reaches out to latch his hand into mine, and I allow him, feeling at home in his touch.

“I shouldn’t have let that fight gone that far,” he apologizes, reaching up and tucking a strand of my unruly hair behind my ear, his fingers lingering on my cheek. He looks down, mumbling a profanity under his breath.

“No, don’t blame yo-yourself,” I counter, grasping his chin and guiding his eyes back up to my own. “It’s my fault more than yours, Stiles.”

“No, no, it’s not your fa-ault. You’re not all-allowed to say that either,” he hurriedly argues, shaking his head, his nose bumping into mine due to how close we managed to get.

“Then, it’s neither of our faults,” I conclude, my hand traveling to the back of his neck and playing with the short hairs there. He nods, parting his lips and his eyes darting to mine.

“Can we make a vow to never fight again?” He murmurs softly, wiping away the tears littered across my cheeks.

“Please. I hated being away from you,” I reply, my other hand resting on his black sweatshirt-clad chest.

“Why didn’t you answer any of my calls?” Stiles asks, his brows furrowing.

“I thought you were better off without me,” I confess, pulling my lip in between my teeth.

His eyes widen and he kisses me suddenly, with no warning, our lips pressing with an intensity that neither of us were prepared for. I pull back in surprise and he quickly explains himself. “Y/N, I’m literally nothing without you. How could I be better off without my other half?”

I smile fondly at him, the remnants of tears on both of our faces not reflecting the immense happiness between us at the moment. I swiftly throw my leg over his, straddling him carefully as to not hit the ceiling or the wheel.

I laugh as he smirks cheekily at me, feeling the curve of his smile still as I kiss him. The kisses become more intense, the eagerness from both of us growing. He feverishly pulls me by the waist closer to minimize any distance between his body and mine.

His mouth starts trailing hot kisses down my jawline, then my neck, blowing cool air over it, making me squirm slightly. Stiles starts unbuttoning his flannel currently worn by me, a small smile forming now that the realization that I’m wearing his clothes hits him.

He peers out the window for a moment, tossing the flannel behind his shoulder to the back seat. “It sure is raining out there, huh?” He jokes, trying to annoy me.

“Stiles, we’re kind of in the middle of something here.”

“Oh, yeah, that. The fact that my beautiful as hell girlfriend is making out with me in my jeep didn’t slip my mind whatsoever.”

“Just kiss me, dork.”

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anneshirlei · 7 years

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You and I (are meant for each other)

Words: 1,677 Genre(s): Romance, Fluff Rated: G Ship: Stydia Summary: Sometimes it’s scary how much Lydia Martin was in love with Stiles Stilinski. To: The most beautiful wife in the world @lydias-martin (I love you babe

AO3

#stydia fic #stydia #fanfic #lydia martin #stiles stilisnki #martinski #fluff #romance #myfics

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tazadetapioca-blog · 5 years

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Mi primer fic en la plataforma <3

#null #novela-juvenil #books #wattpad #amreading #dylan o'brien #stiles stilisnki #teen wolf #badboy #romance #fanfic #love

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anxiousstark · 4 years

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S3 01 | Tattoo

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 1871

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood, murder, dead body, swearing (always).

A/N: SEASON 3 HERE WE COME! Double update this week!

↪ PLEASE RESPECT MY WORK. DON’T COPY, TRANSLATE OR CLAIM THEM AS YOURS. NOT ON THIS WEBSITE OR ANOTHER. ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.

Summer was the greatest thing that happened to us, and without any doubt, the best thing that had happened to me since I arrived at Beacon Hills. Our summer was full of peace, which is what we needed. No creatures were trying to kill us or other people. We were safe, and even though we couldn't avoid being a little apprehensive, we knew that we were finally safe.

Scott, Melissa and I were able to sit down together, explaining to her everything that had happened. We were terrified because it wasn't easy to explain to someone you loved that danger followed you. After all, we weren't humans anymore. That night we told her everything. Melissa got teary, feeling guilty for not being able to help or do anything for us. We told her that we were fine, we would be fine.

During this peaceful holiday, I was able to get closer to both boys. Scott and I didn't throw ourselves at each other's throats. Of course, there was a long way to walk. We still needed to get used to everything. The hazel-eyed boy and I developed a new habit during summer, whenever we felt anxious we seemed to notice, bodies being attracted to each other, hands interlocking, hoping to give the comfort we sought. Holding hands became a soothing gesture between us. We did it unconsciously.

"Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles grabbed a folder, holding it up, showing it to the other boy. I walked closer to him, excited to see what was he holding, knowing Stiles, something that would make me snicker. "Too soon? Yeah." Of course, I snickered when I noticed that he was showing Scott the drawing of a beast that looked like the Kanima. Melissa allowed him to get a tattoo.

For what we got to know, Matt was dead. We still weren't sure what that would mean for Jackson. But we had promised ourselves that we wouldn't get into supernatural trouble during summertime. However, tomorrow was our first day back to class, which meant that the supernatural would come back to form part of our lives.

"I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?" I walked around the room, admiring the drawings decorating the walls.

"I'm not changing my mind." Scott and I got closer especially at night. One night I woke up after having a nightmare where I saw my mother. It seemed like the other McCall was also having a nightmare, which ended in both of us, sleeping on his bed, and talking about the stuff that worried us. That night Scott McCall cried, he missed Allion, but he couldn't ignore everything that had happened.

"Okay, but why two bands?"

Scott shrugged, stating that he just liked it. "But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?"

"Getting a tattoo means something."

Stiles had a small grin on his face, ready to inform Scott that wasn't the point. But the tattoo artist interrupted him. "He's right, tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word 'tatua' means 'to leave a mark.' Like a rite of passage."

"Yeah, you see? He gets it."

"He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally."

"Okay, you ready? You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"

"Nope." Scott offered me a smile, ready to get the tattoo he has been asking for so long.

The boy standing next to me scratched his chin. "I tend to get a little squeamish though, so..." There was no time to analyze the situation. Stiles was lying on the floor, an uncomfortable posture making the circumstances even funnier.

I sat on the passenger seat on Stiles's Jeep. Scott had bought a bike with the money he had gained while working for Deaton in the clinic. So now, every day, I was driven to class by the hazel-eyed boy.

"Don't you think it was strange?" He asked me again as I spaced out. "It seems like something supernatural to me. Exactly when we go back to class." After Scott's tattoo, we were ready to go home and have dinner together. My half-brother's happiness due to the tattoo didn't last for long as an excruciating pain made him take the bandages off, realizing the tattoo had disappeared. Maybe we should have taken into account that he was a werewolf, and he healed faster. A tattoo was an open wound.

On our way home, we saw Lydia's car, and not to anyone's surprise, she was with Allison. A deer hit the front of their car, making us run to them to check if they were hurt. Scott was convinced that the deer was terrified.

"I suppose, Stiles." I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

"Hey," He glanced at me for a second, quickly looking back to the road ahead of him. "You alright?" His hand ended up resting on top of my hand, which was resting on my thigh.

"I feel like so many bad things are going to happen again." I lamented. "We still don't know anything about me. There are obstacles everywhere."

"I told you. We will find answers, okay?" He squeezed my hand. To be honest, some nights during summer were spent searching for every scaly creature that exists in the supernatural world. But without knowing what I could do, we couldn't conclude anything. When we arrived at school, we walked directly to our classroom.

Stiles and I glanced at each other when only a couple of minutes into the lecture, Scott had to leave class. My mind went to the worst scenario case, thinking that maybe Melissa was in danger. Stilisnki seemed to notice my change of behaviour, extending his hand, offering me to grab it. I did.

He rested back on his chair, sighing, tired from doing whatever the teacher has ordered us to do. "Hey, Lydia. What is that?" When I followed his gaze, I noticed a bandage around the pretty strawberry blonde girl's ankle. "Is that from the accident?"

"No. Prada bit me."

"Your dog?" I asked. Stiles's other hand extended forward, forbidding me from biting my pen, a nervous habit I didn't notice I was doing.

"No, my designer handbag. Yes, my dog." She replied as if I was stupid, which made me grumble a little while Stiles smiled at my reaction.

"Has it ever bitten you before?" Lydia shook her head. "Okay. What if it's, like, the same thing as the deer? You know, like, how animals start acting weird right before an earthquake or something?"

"Meaning what? There's gonna be an earthquake?"

"Or something. I just... maybe it means something's coming. Something bad." Stiles was completely right. Something was wrong, I felt it.

"It was a deer and a dog. What's that thing you say about threes? Once, twice..." Her words were interrupted when something hit the window, leaving a trail of blood. Every student was interrupted form their concentration, glancing at the window. Jennifer, our teacher, walked towards it. Crows, so many crows were coming towards us. Another one hit the window, and then another, and another.

"S-Stiles..." I whispered, my hand rapidly clutching his shirt between my fingers. The windows couldn't resist so many crows hitting it. They ended up being shattered, thousand of crows getting inside the classroom.

I quickly grabbed Lydia as she seemed to be shocked enough to react, covering her head with my arms. I felt someone doing the same thing for me. Stiles's back pressed tightly against mine, the inside of his thighs pressed against the outside of mines. His arms covering my face after he saw that I was hit by a couple of enraged crows.

Of course, the cops had been called. They were now asking around, trying to understand what was going on. However, this was something out of their reach.

"You alright?" Stiles's hands grabbed my cheeks, lightly moving my head from side to side, making sure that there wasn't any wound or scratch.

"You?" My fingers grasped a feather that seemed to be stuck in his hair, pulling it out. He nodded, sighing in relief, taking me into his arms. That is another habit we had developed during the summer.

"Guys," Mr. Stilisnki came closer to us, his eyes focusing on our intertwined hands. "No more class for today, okay?" He offered us a smile. "Go back home, alright? Make sure you guys are in a safe place." We both nodded.

"Yeah, I see it. It's two bands, right? What does it mean?"

"I don't know. It's just something I traced with my fingers."

"Why is this so important to you? Do you know what the word 'tattoo' means?"

"To mark something." Stiles crossed his arms while letting Derek know as if he didn't know already. He looked so proud of himself.

"Well, that's in Tahitian. In Samoan, it means 'open wound'. I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of a reward."

"For what?"

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to, even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants. Goin' four months later, it still hurts. It still feels like a, uh..."

"Like an open wound." Stiles finished for him. I sniffed, wiping my wet cheeks. I could feel a pair of eyes on me. "Wait, are you crying?"

I sobbed even harder when the boy standing next to me noticed that I was weeping. "I don't know why," I continued cleaning my face. "I just got emotional." The three boys grinned, Stiles embracing me while softly laughing.

"The pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt." Derek let him know, but that wasn't going to scare Scott.

Fire. He was going to burn Scott. "Oh, wow. That's a... that's a lot for me. So I'm gonna take that as my cue. I'm just gonna wait outside." He tried to leave, and I tried to follow him, but Derek wasn't having any of it when he got up, grabbing us from the back of our shirts, and telling us to hold Scott down.

When we were leaving Derek's house after holding Scott down, who cried loudly, until he passed out. The McCall boy couldn't help but grin and be excited about his first tattoo.

"Well, it looks pretty damn permanent now." Stiles examined it, hands deep down in his pockets.

"Yeah. I kind of needed something permanent. Everything that's happened to us... everything just changes so fast." I sighed, linking my arms with both boys, who offered me a smile. "Everything's so, uh... Ephemeral."

"Studying for the psats?"

"Yep."

"Nice."

Scott opened the front door, but rare enough, he examined it while rubbing his fingers against the wood. "You painted the door. Why'd you paint the door?" He asked, looking back at Derek.

"Go home, Scott."

"Hey," I intervened. Scott's breath got quicker, scratching the paint off the door. "What is going on, Scott?" There was a symbol on the door.

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clnriswood · 6 years

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VOID/STILES X READER

OUR LITTLE SECRET (PART NINE)

part eight here

a/n: I took a month break from writing because I was creatively exhausted and still currently doing french programs during my only holiday, but I’m feeling motivated as ever, and the end is coming soon to this series! shit is gonna go down.

tagged: @lowkey-falling-apart @fangirllanie @myfandomiscooler @sataninsatin @sprinklesandsugarcubes @trashymxrphyy @whatsupuser @bojabee @kylobien @bitchhstopp @fox-in-a-mousetrap-8 @golddaggers @wolfie-posts @persassyismyspiritanimal @88charlotte88 @yuukiahim

gif: void-obriens

The excuses to see Stiles got progressively more ridiculous as the days went by. Luckily for (Y/N), Allison got progressively more uninterested as the days went by as well. The group was preoccupied enough with the little bouts of trouble the town was spreading, and a lacrosse season was once again swarming on Isaac, Scott, and Stiles. Regular Stiles, that was, who the girl hadn't uttered a word to in two weeks. That made it easier for her to see Void, at least, as it was fairly easy to melt off the bleachers during games and get conveniently lost in the crowds of crimson, which is exactly what she'd done that night. Their last week and a half had been a blissful one, because, somehow, in their time together, Stiles’ urge to feed and kill had vanished, as if by magic. And he was warmer and more human than ever.

"You're late," Stiles said when she jumped out her car.

They'd chosen a little park near the Beacon Hills High, easy to get to and from the school during the games without being gone too long. The green grass was thick and freshly cut as she skipped through its fluffy blades.

"Missed you too," the girls lips twitched as she approached him.

He wore a grey jacket over dark jeans, his black eyes sparkling when they caught sight of her.

Of course he sat atop the stupid little kid's slide, so she had to stumble awkwardly up to reach him while he chuckled in amusement.

"Hey, you," he smiled warmly when she squished in next to him at the top of the ramp.

"Hi, you," she grinned into his chapped lips as he bent down to attach his mouth to hers, a habit he seemed to thoroughly enjoy.

"So," he amused her, "how's the game going?"

She snorted lightly, "we're winning."

He gave a mock gasp, "a team full of supernaturals? Winning against an average team of greasy teens? Who would've seen that coming?!"

The girl shook her head, kicking her foot against his leg with a laugh, "shh, be quiet or you'll expose us all."

He kicked her leg right back, "mmhm?"

Her eyes flickered up to Stiles' charcoal black ones, and he shifted his gaze nervously, "I got you something."

"Oh?" she said in surprise.

"Yeah, uh," he stumbled, "I mean i'm not so good at the romance stuff. Or, you know, I'm new to this so I don't- well, anyways. I know enough to know flowers can be given as a symbol of love or whatever so I-"

He cleared his throat, reaching his arm around the side of the slide to protrude a bundle of gorgeous violets which he nervously stuck out to her. He’d wrapped their chopped stems in a little brown bowstring, which was hanging sloppily, but a sign of his best effort.

She just stared at the flowers, then him, then the flowers again.

"You don't like it?" he asked.

"No, no, I do," she assured him. "It's just, what you said before that bit, you know...symbol of love."

His eyes suddenly grew twice the size, a lump growing in his throat, "wh- yeah- I meant, you know, l-like symbolically it's n-"

"I love you too," she cut him off.

His mouth hung open, eyes steadily glued to her own unwavering ones.

"You do?" he whispered, sounding so unsure of himself, like the words out of her mouth had been a mistake.

"Stiles," she sighed, turning to face him, folding her legs over each other, "you are so very complicated, and so very messy, but I've gotten to watch you grow into this person who is so...good. And despite everything against you, despite everyone telling you you're not, you went against your literal supernatural instincts and defied that because this," she pointed to his heart, "felt something stronger. So yes, Stiles," she sighed, "I love you.”

His eyes were welled with moisture, which he quickly brushed from his face with a tiny laugh, "I’ll never really believe you, (Y/N), or just how lucky I am to have you. I always feel like I have to hold you, kiss you, anything, just to know it's real...you're real,” he said it so shakily, almost guiltily, too.

She shook her head, raising her hands to either side of his sculpted cheekbones and pulling his figure into hers, gingerly locking lips with him and tasting the tears that caught in them. He placed his palm to her back, his fingertips trailing down her spine as they lost themselves momentarily, pulling away after a long silence.

"I have to go soon," she sighed, her eyes still closed as the moonlight bathed their skin.

"I know," he complained, "but not before I push you down this slide."

"Wait wha-"

. . .

"Cute flowers," Allison said.

"Yeah, I bought them earlier," the girl smiled to herself as she arranged the violets into a clear vase.

"Mhm," Allison said semi skeptically.

The girl raised her eyes to the brunette who was surveying her, but she didn't say anything.

Allison broke the silence as she cleared her throat, "going to Stiles.'"

"Hm?" she asked.

"I'm going to see Stiles, tomorrow. It's nothing big, I just, I'm gonna be out, so I thought you should know."

"Yeah," she tried to keep her voice flat, "no problem.

Allison walked over, brushing the tips of her fingers along the edges of the violets, her warm gaze searching the girl.

"He misses you, you know," she said, "Stiles."

"Okay," she nodded, keeping her eyes down as she felt a stinging pang in her chest.

"You don't have to pretend like you don't either," she hummed in knowing response.

"He doesn't want to see me, Ali. He wanted this, not me, so this is how it has to be."

"Only until one of you gets the guts to say something about your obvious feelings for each other."

"My ob- what?!" she exclaimed, her cheeks flaming a fiery red as she met Allison's gaze.

"Your obvious feelings for each other," she said again without pausing.

"Yeah, actually," she clenched her jaw, "that's what drove us apart."

. . .

Allison willingly left her alone the next night. No protection, no watch system, just alone. Knowing her well, it was obvious to (Y/N) that it was purely out of embarrassment over the words she'd said the day before. It was funny, though, watching Void stroll right up to the front door without trying to hide at all. He was carrying bags of food, and rather than simply walking, would vanish and reappear every couple of steps.

The girl folded her arms over her chest as she watched him from her window, and as if reading her mind, from outside, his big eyes met hers.

"Hello sweetheart."

"OH MY GOD!" she screamed stumbling backwards when he melted into thin air in front of her face. "Don't," she clutched her hand to her heart as he fell into a fit of laughter, "don't do that!!!"

As usual, he ignored her and went straight for her lips, which she ducked with a pout.

"Not fair," he chuckled, crawling his touch under her jaw.

"You don't deserve it," she couldn't help but laugh.

He brushed his slender fingers through her hair, cupping her cheeks as he bent in to peck her lips with that big dumb grin on his mouth.

“Home cooked,” he said, dropping the food against her sheets.

“And where is this little hovel you come from?” she pondered as she pulled from his mouth with a half smile.

“Nowhere for a lady like you,” he snorted in embarrassment. “But don’t worry about that, I think you’ll be impressed with my culinary practice,” he poked his tongue through his lips.

“As impressed as I was with your writing?” she indicated at the poems he’d scribbled on the yellowed paper which sat on her desk.

“I’ve had a while to practice,” he joked.

The girl slid her arms down against his elbows, squishing into his chest as she hummed a happy wordless response.

“Sit,” he beamed, sinking onto her fluffy white sheets.

“Yes sir,” she followed the boy’s command.

She peered over the assortment of treats and colorful entree platters he’d made.

“Mm!” the girl smiled, picking up a crunchy pastry puff and taking a nibble, “impressive.”

He glowered proudly with a shrug, his dark eyes sparkling with adoration.

They talked and nibbled for about half an hour before the platters were shoved to the floor and the two lay back against the pillows in defeat, Void toying with a string on his navy sweater while the girl lay facing him, just staring at his pale skin, sharply curved facial features, and long lashes.

“What’re you thinking about?” he amused her without looking her way.

“Why you wanted to keep Stiles’ face,” she admitted with a sigh. “I mean, I know he was your host originally, but after, could you have changed it?”

“Not yet,” he said, “but I wouldn’t want to anyways.”

“How come?” she pondered.

“I mean obviously I’d never wear my real face because it’s ungodly and deathly terrifying, but I also fancy Stiles’ face because-” he paused, “-you know it, you uh, you like it.”

Her brows arched, “huh?”

“A familiar face was one you would trust. A familiar face of someone you really like is one you’d trust even more,” he’d elaborated.

“Oh,” she nodded in understanding, a slightly uncomfortable feeling drawing on her.

“Anyways,” he transitioned awkwardly, “speaking of him, have you heard anything else?”

“No,” she mumbled softly, searching his serious expression.

He gave in, turning on his side to face her, “you really like him?”

“I really like him,” she repeated cautiously.

His cool breath fanned over her skin, Stiles clearing his throat, “you really...love him?”

“Stiles,” she moaned, blinking up at him when he said the words she knew were coming.

“I love you,” she shook her head, curling into his chest to drop a kiss to his nose.

But he didn’t give a positive response, he just frowned, face darkening, “you didn’t answer the question.”

“I-” she stopped, pursing her lips, “no. I really like him.”

His pitch black eyes narrowed, “only really like him?”

“Oh my god,” she sunk her cheek into the pillow, “that’s it, now stop looking at me like that,” she pressed her palm to his arm. Then, slowly, “a- are you jealous?!” she smirked lightly.

“No, I could rip his heart right out if I wanted,” Stiles fired back defensively.

“Shut up,” she snorted, “you don’t kill anymore, remember? Good Stiles.”

For a moment, his gaze shifted nervously, but it was gone in an instant.

“And hey,” she gave a little grin, “soon, I think you’ll be ready to re-introduce to everyone without them trying to kill you. This clean slate has done well for you, and with time they’ll even trust you!”

His jaw pulsated lightly as his teeth came together, “mhmm.”

“I don’t know how you did it,” she continued. “Your urges were getting so strong and then they just, went away.”

He nodded lightly, bringing his slender fingers to his cheek and trailing them down her skin.

“I’m proud of you,” she mumbled, eyes locked to his searing gaze.

“Stop talking,” he silenced her, dipping his chapped pink lips into hers and sucking gently at her lower lip before taking a pause for breath, delving in before she could say another word. He nibbled at her mouth, his hand trailing to cup her cheeks as she released an open mouthed gasp of pleasure into his kiss. Stiles hummed back, never letting her catch her breath. It started to rain outside, a soft trickle splattering the windows as he hoisted a leg over each side of her body, the sharp V of his muscular middle grazing over her as he melted his body rhythmically over her skin.

“Right now?” she laughed breathlessly when he pulled from her mouth to focus his energy against her bent neck.

He grumbled against her flesh, nibbling her collarbone in response and making her giggle. He kissed lightly at her skin before meeting her gaze, his heavily lidded eyes warming when he looked at her, “I just...I want you, now. I need you now.”

Her eyes widened, a hot warmth spreading through her cheeks as she lifted herself to him, tangling her fingers in his soft brown locks, their foreheads touching, “always, Stiles.”

And they became one, safe from the sky of grey rain droplets.

. . .

Allison hadn’t showed up still, which would’ve been more worrisome if the girl hadn’t been drained from her encounter with Void, who’d vanished shortly after sex with a guiltily rushed cuddle goodbye.

The doorbell rang as she slipped into a faded blue nightdress, her hair falling loose over her shoulders as she hopped down the stairs, her legs a little achy to say the least. She was excited though, maybe tonight would be the night she confessed the truth of Void Stiles to her friend, that things could go back to how they were.

“Hey Alli-” she smiled, pulling the frame open and almost collapsing when she saw him standing in the doorway with his hands shoved nervously into his pockets.

“Stiles,” she swallowed with a quiet gasp.

His warm golden eyes lifted to hers, lips pursed, “we have to talk.”

“O-okay,” she stepped aside, the hole from having lost him suddenly tearing a huge shred in her chest again.

Stiles looked around as he came in, the rain coming to a quiet stop as he entered, and he was acting as if he had to make sure no one was watching.

“How was the get together?” she asked awkwardly, but he barely noticed.

“Lock the door,” he commanded.

She did, her eyes narrowing.

She drank in the boy, his skin looking more sun kissed, maybe a new freckle or two skipping over the bridge of his nose. He wore a red jumper and dark jeans, not to mention that impossible to read expression.

“What’s wrong with you?” she shook her head with bewilderment.

“Have you seen him?” he said frantically, ignoring her.

“Who?”

“Void. Have you seen him?”

“Yes, just earlier,” she admitted, too confused to even consider lying to him.

He gaped in horror, back hitting the wooden door in fright, “Shit. Fuck. Oh god.”

“Stiles, I don’t understand, talk to me-” she begged.

“What has he told you?!” Stiles spat bitterly. “What did he tell you about how he’s, you know, feeding?”

“He stopped,” she responded quickly, “he worked over the urges about a week and a half ago. He was just starting to act out and get really worrisome when it stopped. Now he’s fine-”

She couldn’t even finish before Stiles broke out into laughter. But it wasn’t his laugh, it was sick, and desperate. His large palms came to her shoulders as he peered into her eyes, “he’s a filthy, dirty, liar, (Y/N).”

Her heart froze, partly because she’d forgotten Stiles’ touch, partly because she had no clue what he was on about.

“He’s good now, huh?!” Stiles mocked with a bitter laugh. “He’s ‘different’ hm? You know, I told you I’d stay out of it, out of you two, because the thought alone made me want to-” he clenched his jaw with a soft growl, “not the point. The point is I stopped being able to avoid getting involved the minute his body count started.”

“What body count!?” she shook her head.

“He’s a murderer, (Y/N),” Stiles drawled out slowly. “It hasn’t been on the news because he’s a smart murderer, hiding his kill and disposing of it where nobody will look.”

“No, no, I don’t know why you’d think that, but it’s not true-” she jumped to his defense.

“I have literal street security footage of him apparating in and out of town for the last few days. Always at the same time, always in the same spot. So I went by myself today as far as the cameras would go, which was 15 minutes from a run down grocery store, where there was nothing, which was five minutes from a gas station, also nothing, which was 10 more minutes from the forest, where there’s this.”

Stiles lifted his phone up, and the sight of the image he held made her nauseous, a need to vomit suddenly washing over her. A pile of corpses lay decaying and covered in soil, a bloodied and terribly massacred mess of lifeless, drained, dead people.

“How would you know that’s him?” she choked, sucking in a breath of air.

Stiles frowned, looking sad for her, “you’re so stubbornly faithful and it’s going to get you killed. Really, look into my eyes and tell me you don’t think it was him.”

She stared into those hazel honey orbs, a lump growing in her throat as she thought of his guiltiness earlier, his sudden mood swing over the last week, his random disappearances to unknown places...

Suddenly the truth was staring right in her face, and it was a horrifying and blood soaked one.

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sarcasticmieczyslaw-blog · 7 years

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Craving

Mieczyslaw Stilinski / Reader

Ft. Lydia Martin

Author: Me, myself and I.

Words: 2197

Warnings: Oral sex [ male receiving ], penetrative sex [ unprotected, use a condom kids ]. Mentions drinking, dirty talk and spanking.

A/N: This is my first smut posting on this blog. I probably should have started with fluff or something softer but whatever, here you go, enjoy. This doesn’t get too crazy, well not crazy at all but feedback is always helpful. Also huge thanks to my number one supporter @rxug-e for always encouraging me to keep up with this type of stuff, I really love doing it and I probably wouldn’t be without her. <3

[ Gif, never mine ]

"Oh, look at how cute this one is!" Lydia expresses throwing a complicated bra with numerous straps in front my face.

"Cute." I mumble gazing at the expensive lingerie surrounding me.

She hums happily, spinning around and going through the clothing rack as I stay still watching her.

"So... Are you going to buy something sexy for Stiles?" She questions grabbing a piece and examining it.

"What?" My eyes widen, clamping my jaw.

"You heard me." Her eyes flash to me then back to the clothing as she throws the piece over her arm.

"No, no." I nervously chuckle looking at the floor, shaking my head.

"You know he isn't going to stay if you don't try to spice things up a little."

I swallow thickly as that sentence echoes throughout my brain. Lydia looks at me and signs.

"Why don't you find something you think is sexy and try it." She smiles rubbing my forearm.

I agree, ditching Lydia to continue on by herself, I walk around the store not paying much attention.

Lingerie isn't my thing, I mean I have a few pieces of it but nothing special, owning a lot from Kmart.

One thing caught's my eye. I grab it off the rack, smiling to myself. Brisky making my way back over to Lydia and grabbing her arm, pulling her along with me. The cashier looks at us, shooting us a smile and making me feel uneasy.

"Oo red." Lydia mocks as we get to the dressing rooms.

Glaring at myself in the large body mirror, my breasts swelling out of the red bra and the garter's attachments dangling on my thighs.

"I don't want to come out."

"Oh, come on! It can't be that bad." Lydia comforts behind the curtain door that could easily be opened any second.

"My boobs hurts and my legs look like jello!" I sit on the small stool in the corner, leaning my elbows on my legs and my head landing on my hands.

Lydia pokes her head through, feeling her judgemental eyes piercing right through me.

"Look at me!" I stand up, my hands flailing in the air, on the edge of a mental breakdown.

She hastily makes her way in and shuts the curtain behind her, "Okay, show me what else you have."

"That's all I grabbed."

She grumbles, "I'll be right back."

Leaving me alone, I sit back down, biting the inside of my cheek. I take my phone from the floor, opening my contacts and calling Stiles. The phone ringing in my ear as I chew my thumbnail, waiting for him to pick up.

"Hey! You just missed me, call me back another time." His voice giving me somewhat relief.

The phone call going to voicemail and before I could end it, my phone slips out my hand and lands on the floor.

Lydia opens the curtain wide, "Okay, so I got this, sexy and cheeky, and this sexy but yet not too revealing."

"Sh!" I shush her picking up my phone and hurry to end it.

"What?"

I hear the front door slam and I swiftly play with my hair, sweeping it over to one side, messing it up a bit. Hurriedly grabbing my wine glass and taking one last sip before making my way out to the living room. I lean against the wall, striking a pose that would catch his attention.

“Hey, I’m back-” Stiles cuts himself off spotting me as his bag falls to his feet.

Posing in my new black lingerie. A teddy complementing my body shape along with a garter connected to my matching stockings. I single him over with a finger, turning around the corner and snickering to myself quietly. Quickly making my way over to the dining table with my tall black heels clicking on the oak flooring and pulling out a chair. I turn my head back and see Stiles standing there, checking me out.

“Come sit down.” I pat the chair, smirking to myself.

“Yes, ma'am.” Instantly he walks over to me excitedly and sits down, pursing his lips together.

He acknowledges the wine glass and gazes at me with a concerned expression, "Have you been drinking?"

"Only a little." I stand behind him holding his shoulders, stretching my hands down his chest and back up.

“Did you have a good day?"

"It’s getting a whole lot better.” He whispers licking his lips as I rub his shoulders.

“You what I’ve been craving all day?” I speak softly, my lip gliding up his ear, “Some Sheriff dick.”

Listening to him shudder while my hands reach back down his torso and stopping at his jeans, undoing his belt. I step around him, my hand not moving from his shoulder as I stand in front of him, his eyes locked on mine. My finger snakes up his neck, down his jawline and under his chin, tilting his head up ever so little.

“You’re so beautiful.” His soft whispers causing me to break character and smile.

Leaning down and kissing his wet lips. I stretch back up running my fingers through my hair, flipping it over to one side. Lifting my right leg up on the seat and one hand on my pelvis, his eyes scanning up my leg. I grab his tie and wrapping it around my hand, grasping his attention back to my face.

“Now, what will I do with you?” I bite roughly on my lip.

“I can think of a few things.” Those words causing me to growl.

Settling my foot back on the ground and dropping on his lap, keeping him close and feeling his breath on my lips. His gun stabs me in the thigh and he quickly removes it, placing it on the table behind us. Grinding slowly as I already begin to feel something hard underneath my ass. His hands move to my hips, squeezing hard and moving along with my movement as I pull him in a gentle kiss.

"Do you have another gun on you?“ I mutter throughout the kiss.

"Yeah, my uh own gun but I won’t let it harm you.” He proudly smirks at his comment, disconnecting our lips as I let out a chuckle.

“What if I want it to harm me?” Whispering softly in his ear.

“Oh, dear god.” He whimpers leaning his head down, “Can you just let me win? At least once? I thought I had you with that one."

"Almost.” I grin lifting his head back up to mine, pushing my lips onto his.

His tongue glides across my lip asking for entry but not letting him in without a fight. Continuing to rock my hips as our tongues turn into warriors, fighting against each other but he wins, exploring my mouth. I undo his tie, sliding it off his collar and throwing it off to the side. Quickly moving to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them all the down, exposing his muscles and tiny moles. My fingers dancing their way down, past the happy trail and hooking into in his pants. His hand travels up my back and stopping at the top of the zipper, pulling it all the down as the cold air hits my skin. Slipping it off my shoulders and arms, exposing my chest as he holds me close. I unzip his pants and slide my hand in past his boxers, rubbing his hard cock. He hums into the kiss, tickling my mouth as I pull him out of his pants, stroking him firmly. My thumb gathering all the precum, rubbing it all over as his nails dig into my skin. I pull my body closer, rubbing my cunt onto him as I soak through the silk fabric onto his sensitive skin. He moans, dropping his face back, escaping the kiss. Biting my lip as I rock my hips faster.

“Fuck.” He whispers looking down at the friction being built up between us.

“Does that feel good?” Slowing my movements and keeping an eye on him.

“You know what would feel better?” His eyes shoot up to mine.

“What?”

“If you stop teasing me and removed this god damn lingerie.” He pleads breathlessly.

Smiling and removing myself from him, standing on my feet as I slide it all the way, leaving me in stockings and heels. He stands, removing his shirt and pants along with his boxers as his dick stands free. I press a finger on his chest, walking him back to the chair as he flops back down. I make my way to his lap again, holding onto his shoulders and hooking my ankles on his thighs, positioning myself above him. Holding his dick to my entry, slowly sliding down as we both sign loudly at the feeling. I lick a stripe up his neck causing him to shiver and making my way to his earlobe, nibbling lightly.

“Fuck… You’re so tight.” He groans as his hand's snake across my ass.

I hum beginning to circle my hips, biting back my moans as I lean forward, my arms around his neck, chest to chest, feeling his heart rising as I shake my ass. He tries kissing my shoulder and I move my hair to other side as he sucks roughly, knowing it would leave a mark. Rolling my hips in a way that I know drives him crazy.

"Oh, fuck (Y/N)." Groping my ass and landing a hard slap as I flinch, giggling quietly.

I lift up to high and his dick slips out, groaning at the lost friction. He grabs my thighs from underneath, picking me up and sitting me on the chair. He grabs my shins, pulling my ass over the edge as he slides himself back in. Leaning his head on my shoulder, slowly beginning to thrust deep within me. Moaning loudly as he hits the right spots, caressing my leg and his other hand holding himself up. My hands travel behind his neck, pulling at the short hairs as my head drops back.

"Right there, Stiles!" I yell as he picks up his speed, gripping my hip as I move my hand to my clit, doing circles.

I grip his ass as his thrusts get faster and faster, wrapping my legs above his waist as skin slaps skin.

The chair starts to scrap across the floor, “Stiles." I moan, "We’re going to fall.” Gripping onto his shoulders feeling as if I’m going to fall.

He picks up by my ass, walking over to the wall and pushing my back against it. One hand holding me up and the other next to my face, thrusting deep into me. The new angle causing me make sounds I never knew I could make while my bounce breasts against his chest, legs wrapped around his waist and our sounds of moans and curses filling the room. His breath against my neck causing me to shiver, getting a tight feeling in my abdomen as my nails scratch down his back.

“I’m going to cum.” I whimper in his ear.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum for the Sheriff.” His shorts breaths turning into a rhythm, not stopping his pace.

Those words making my toes curl as he thrusts slower but hard, snapping his hips against mine. One last thrust making me lose it, screaming his name and clenching around him. His thrusts get sloppy as he slips out and drops me on my feet, legs weak as I quickly get onto my knees and pumping him with my hand. My tongue doing circles around his tip, wrapping my mouth around him and moving down an inch as he thrusts slightly in my mouth. He pushes himself all the back of my mouth and I place my hands on his thighs, trying to stop him as he taps the back of my throat. My eyes watering and he notices, stopping myself as I bob my head at my own pace. I try taking him all the way in but stops with an inch left, relaxing my throat and focusing all the down as my nose buries in his dark hairs. Staying there for a few seconds making him shudder and groan loudly, I back up continuing to bob my head while rubbing the little left of him.

"(Y/N)-" He cuts himself off moaning as his warm liquid hits the back of my throat, giving me a shock.

Swallowing every last drop and removing him slowly out of my mouth. I hum happily standing up on my feet, staring at the now tired eyes.

"You got a little-" He points to my face with a half smile.

I lick my lips, tasting the last of him as I giggle softly.

"So... How are your cravings now?" He pushes my hair back, behind my ear, caressing my cheek.

"I'm still hungry." I bite my lip as he signs.

"Oh, dear god."

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anxiousstark · 4 years

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S1 01 | The Tell

MASTERLIST

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2159

Warnings: Injuries, blood, swearing (always).

This chapter will be in 3rd point of view as it is the first one and introduction.

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"What?" Scott stared at his mother. His eyes were full of pain, anger, and confusion. "I don't understand anything. Are you crazy!?" The tone of his voice was gathering strength. Stiles flinched knowing that Ms. McCall had a remarkably bad temper. He couldn't believe that his friend had spoken to his mom like that. "Mom, do you understand?" His hands grasped his dark hair. "This is crazy."

Melissa McCall rubbed her forehead. "Scott, I can't stay home and argue with you right now. I have to go to work." She grabbed her coat and car keys. "We will talk tonight." She looked at Stiles. "Alone."

Stiles placed a hand on his chest as he felt wounded by Melissa's words when he saw her exit the McCall house. "Did you hear that?" He pouted. "She has known me since I was in diapers." He instantly lost his pout and threw himself on the couch, sighing. "You didn't tell me you had a sister! I can't believe you ARE my friend."

"She is not my sister." Scott sat down next to Stiles, his anger bubbling up even more than before.

"Even if you don't like it, she is your sister." He looked at his friend. "Oh my god, imagine her being just like you. It is already hard having to hear you complain. What about another McCall??" The hazel-eyed boy took gum out of his pocket, placing it inside of his mouth and chewing loudly. "So when are we going to meet her?"

"She isn't my sister, okay?" Scott got up from the couch, trying to calm himself while his fists were tightly clenched. "We just have the same stupid father who ran away and who didn't take care of any of us. We just have the same sperm donor."

The other boy chuckled. "Which makes you two siblings. You are her half-brother and she is your half-sister." He made a bubble with the gum, his eyes concentrating on it to the point where they ended up being crossed. "Who do you think is the evil one of you?" He referred to all the films he had watched where there was always an evil sibling.

"I can stay with you!" The girl answered while she tried to hide how her voice was cracking. She was terrified of what she didn't know. She was scared of the unknown. Beacon Hills was unknown to her.

The woman that was driving sighed. Her dark hair was now enhanced by grey hair. "You know you can't. Your father still has your custody." The woman didn't let the teenager answer, knowing that she would get ironic and ask why her father wasn't doing his job as a father. He never did anyway.

"So the best option out there is for me to live with strangers who are my father's other family? Tell me, Miriam. Did he leave them to be with us? Or did he leave us to be with them? Oh wait, was he changing lives every week?"

The woman sighed, parking the car on one of the streets of Beacon Hills. "Y/N, please. I was also a stranger when you came to live with me." She smiled softly. The teenager deserved better. Her mother didn't act like one and left Y/N on Miriam's doorstep when she was 8 years old. Later than everyone thought. Nobody saw Y/N's mother capable of taking care of a child for eight years. But at the same time, she didn't take care of Y/N. The young girl took care of her mother.

"I just don't understand what's the purpose of all this."

"It's for you to be with your family." Her rust-colored eyes examined the teenager. She was almost a woman, a beautiful one that had taken care of herself since day one. "Look." She grabbed her cold hands. "Your mom did terrible stuff. I did too. How did you think we met?"

"But you changed. People change." She peered out of the window for a couple of seconds. "You can't compare what you did with what Alice did." She muttered. Alice was her mom, but she didn't deserve that title. "You never abandoned me. We don't share the same blood, but you took care of me." She tried to argue back.

"But taking care of you isn't my decision anymore. You are still a minor and your father is the one deciding over you." She rubbed their hands together, trying to warm Y/N's hands. "When you are old enough, you will be able to live wherever you want. You can even contact me and I will come for you if you want me to."

Y/N got out of the car, and she slowly moved to the back, taking her suitcase out of it. Maybe if she was slow, Miriam would change her mind and let her go with her. But it didn't seem like that would happen when she found herself waving at the car. It was disappearing down the road, leaving her in a strange town with only directions to Melissa Mccall's house.

On her way to her 'new' house, she saw a video club and her love for films didn't let her walk away from it without checking it out. A bell sounded when she opened the door, her hand still clutching her suitcase. She started looking around when she saw and heard the voice of a boy. "Can somebody help me find The Notebook?" He started looking around. "Hello? Is anybody working here? You gotta be kidding me."

Y/N thought that was rare. There was a phone ringing, and the place was quite dim.

The boy went closer to her. "Uhm, excuse me." She looked at him again, forgetting the films she was checking out. "Do you maybe know where in this whole place can I find The Notebook?"

"Are you asking me because I'm a girl?" She chuckled, making the boy smile a little. "Because I'm more into action movies and I'm new here so I can't help you." She glanced around, finally deciding that her suitcase was safe and she didn't have to grip it so hard. "It is strange that there is no one here though." Her eyes stopped behind the boy, seeing something on the ground.

Jackson turned around and then looked back at her. Both of them stared at each other quietly, without exchanging words. They slowly walked to whatever that was.

When they got closer, Y/N could tell that what she had noticed were shoes. When they cornered one of the shelves, there was a dead body. A man was laying on the floor, his eyes wide open and a terrified expression decorating his face. His neck looked like it had been sliced, and blood was coming out of it.

"Oh my god." The boy whispered, pushing a hand out so Y/N wouldn't walk closer to the dead man. But of course, she wasn't going to do that. No fucking way.

Jackson walked backwards. Y/N who was behind him was pushed against some stairs, making them fall. The stairs hit a lamp that seemed to be in the process of being repaired, making the light of the shop go out.

"Are you okay?" Jackson asked the girl.

"I'm not sure if I can be okay after seeing a dead body." She replied, not being able to take her eyes out of the body. "Are you?"

"I don't think I can be okay after seeing a dead body." He replied similarly.

Y/N wanted to chuckle, but she was sure that it wasn't the best moment to do so. They heard a vicious noise. Turning around, at the end of the corridor there were two shiny red eyes. It seemed like those eyes were examining both of them.

Jackson was petrified, gawking at whatever that monstrosity was. Y/N grasped his arm, pushing him behind a shelf, covering his mouth with her hand. "Don't scream, please." She whispered. But she was as scared as him. Maybe even more.

Without looking back, Y/N knew that thing was running around. She concluded that it was something quite big when the shelves fell in a domino motion, trapping her and Jackson under the shelf that they used to hide. The boy was luckier because only his legs were trapped, making it a little bit easier for him to escape when he felt strong enough, while Y/N's entire half body was trapped, making her hiss in pain.

Both of them heard the beast coming closer to them, breathing hard. She felt it scratch her neck, and she couldn't contain a wail of pain. It seemed like the boy had also been scratched when she heard him breathe even harder. Are there bears in Beacon Hills?

The next thing they heard was a window crash and a couple of minutes later, sirens.

Y/N was sitting in the back of an ambulance while Jackson was next to her, an arm around his girlfriend, Lydia Martin. She had learnt their names, but she wished that it would have been in another situation.

"Why the hell can't I just go home? I'm fine." Jackson asked desperately. She thought that he should have more respect towards the man, but at the same time, she was also desperate to leave that place.

"I hear ya, but the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard. They just wanna make sure you don't have a concussion." The sheriff replied. Y/N took her time to look at Lydia. She looked shocked, and Y/N was confused because Lydia wasn't inside the store. Did she see something?

"What part of 'I'm fine' are you having a problem grasping? Okay, I wanna go home." He got closer to the sheriff while the man answered more calmly.

Jackson began to raise his voice, and Y/N was going to tell him to shut the fuck up when she was interrupted. "Oh, whoa, is that a dead body?" She looked at the boy who had yelled but instantly, got distracted by a doctor who asked to look at her neck and take care of her wound. That was another thing she didn't understand.

Why didn't Jackson have a wound like her? She was sure that he had been scratched too.

"Starting to get it?"

A voice made Stiles jump around, seeing Derek and Scott behind him. "What the fuck! Oh gosh, I think I just peed my pants." He replied while placing his hand on his chest.

"Uh, I get that he's killing people, but I don't get why. I mean, this isn't standard practice, right? We don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?" Scott answered Derek while ignoring his friend. His eyes scanning everywhere, analyzing everything, and trying to understand the situation.

"No. We're predators. We don't have to be killers."

"Then why is he a killer?"

"That's what we're gonna find out." Derek hit Scott's arm, making him rub it. His pupils grew, looking over at one of the girls sitting in the back of the ambulance. "I will let you take care of her first."

Scott observed how Derek walked away and was confused by his last words. Stiles hit him in the same place where Derek had punched him before. Stiles was pointing at the girl's suitcase.

"It says McCall, on the suitcase." His friend let him know and that was when he noticed that one of the girls in the back of the ambulance he had never seen before. "I think that is your-sister-not-sister."

Scott ignored him and walked towards her, but he was stopped by Stiles’ father.

"Guys, you know you can't be here." He said, mostly looking at his son.

"Why is she here?" Scott asked while pointing at the girl.

The Sheriff sighed, deciding to give them a little information, hoping that they would feel satisfied and leave the crime scene. "She was inside. A minor concussion and a deep wound on the back of her neck."

"What type of wound?" Stiles asked. His father felt stupid for believing that his son would be satisfied with just a little information. "An animal wound?" Scott hit his ribs.

"Yes. We believe so." He looked at the girl. "She asked us if there were bears in Beacon Hills."

"Bears?" Both boys looked at each other.

"Seemed like a big beast. Jackson had said that he thought he saw claws, but she affirmed that she felt the claws on her neck." He coughed. "Now, go home." He referred to Scott. "And you, wait inside the car."

"Actually." Stiles decided to talk. "That is Scott's sister." The hazel-eyed boy decided to modify what he had said when he felt Scott's gaze on him. "Well, half-sister. You know. Same dad. Same sperm donor."

The sheriff stared at his son, not surprised by his attitude. Melissa had told him about the new McCall, so he let both boys get close to her.

People in black means it doesn’t let me tag them.

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anxiousstark · 4 years

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S1 06 | Co-Captain

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2091

Warnings: Mentions drugs, child abuse, swearing (always).

A/N: I’m sorry but this is a filler chapter, an IMPORTANT one. Y/N’s past start coming back, her mom’s story is quite significant, and the mention of his dad. NEXT WEEK WE FINISH SEASON 1! THINGS START GETTING FCKING INTERESTING!

Scott had told us last night what happened to him. Peter and Derek had gone to the changing rooms, searching for him. Peter had shown him what happened to the Hale family. It was a truly sad story. Stiles told him what happened in the hospital, including what I did. But he hadn't told him that while Peter was showing him his past, I was shaking in Stiles's bedroom while he searched what creature I could be.

"What's up?" Stiles stopped the jeep next to Jackson and his car. He was accompanied by Chris Argent, someone who looked like an asshole. He was.

"Is everything okay?"

"Hey, Scott. Your friend, here, was having car trouble. We're just taking a look." He replied with a smile on his face. His blue eyes weren't warm, they were cold, transmitting uneasiness.

"There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck." Scott pointed down the street. I just silently sat on the back of the jeep, observing Chris.

"Yeah. You want a ride?" Scott opened the door while Chris turned his face to look at Jackson. "Hey, come on, Jackson. You're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself." Jackson started walking towards us, and Scott came out of the car to let him in.

"Hey, boys." He turned the engine of the car on, it was working. "Told you I knew a few things about cars." Then, he went back to his car, driving away.

"What, are you following me, now?" Stiles got out of the car while I decided to stay inside, rolling the window down so I could hear them better.

"Yes, you stupid freaking idiot. You almost gave away everything, right there." Scott started screaming. Seems like his 'anger issues' were still there.

"What are you talking about?"

"He thinks you're the second beta."

"What?"

"He thinks you're me!" Scott grunted, punching Stiles's jeep. Uh oh, he touched his baby.

"Dude, my jeep."

Scott ignored his best friend and continued speaking his mind to Jackson. "I can hear your heart beating from a mile away, literally! Now he thinks that there's something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you too!"

He turned to the jeep again, to hit it. But Stiles stopped him. "Okay, how about we step away from Stiles's Jeep?"

"This is your problem, not mine, okay? I didn't say anything, which means you're the one that's gonna get me killed. Okay, this is your fault." Jackson couldn't control his temper, pushing Scott against the jeep, making it tumble a little. I decided to go out, standing next to the owner of the said jeep.

"Can we stop hitting my jeep?" Scott pushed Jackson away from him. "Yo, all right, yo, guys, stop. All right?"

"When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you." His gaze landed on his best friend. "I can't protect anyone."

"Why are you looking at me?" I put my hand on his back, rubbing it to help him calm down. He had concluded that Scott couldn't protect him if he didn't have the power.

"You know, now you have to do it. Get me what I want, and I will be fine protecting myself."

"No, you won't! Just trust me. All it does is make things worse." His eyes were desperate, but Jackson didn't seem to care. "Yeah, I can run really fast now. Except half the time, I'm running away from people trying to kill me! And I can hear things like - like my girlfriend telling people that she doesn't trust me anymore right before breaking up with me. I'm not lying to you! It ruins your life."

"It ruined your life." He smiled wickedly. "You had all the power in the world, and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned 16, and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda. Me? I drive a Porsche." He turned around, determined to go back to his so-loved car.

"You aren't a werewolf." I decided to speak for the first time that day. Jackson stopped on his track. "You are something. I don't know what, but you are something." I choked, it was Stiles's turn to rub my back. I wasn't human anymore, and I hadn't had enough time to sit down and talk about it with someone. "And I am too." I stepped in front of the other two boys. "You were there that night." I simpered. "Do you remember that day at school? You asked me if my wound was hurting, you told me you felt different, that you weren't the same Jackson anymore." He turned around to look at me, jaw clenched. "I told you that all that was because you were a teenager. The changes a teenager goes through, you know?"

"Are you done?" He interrupted. "Don't wanna be here anymore."

"I lied." His attention was back on me again. "I lied, Jackson. I could smell you. And you smelled like the dead." He got into the car, driving away.

Stiles grabbed the milk from the fridge, deciding to take it with himself to his room, until he saw his dad sitting on a table, documents all over it. "Whatcha doing?"

"Work."

"Anything I can help with?"

"You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice." He didn't have to think it twice, grabbing a glass and the bottle of whiskey.

"Any leads?" Stiles was going to grab a document when his father slapped his hand away. "Wait. Before we get into that topic. Did you know that Melissa was going to bring Y/N?" He bit his lower lip.

Sheriff Stilinski nodded, drinking his alcohol. "An old workmate had that case. The case of Y/N McCall." Stiles waited for his father to go on. "As you know, Scott grew up without his father but seems like that man wasn't in her life neither. She only saw him a couple of times for what I know." He wrote down some information about Derek Hale. "Her mother was a disaster. My friend carried that case. He freed her from jail one time."

"Jail?" Stiles drank milk again.

"Drugs. An entire criminal record related to drugs; driving under the influence, getting into fights while high..." He coughed. "Then," Noah Stilisnki gazed at his son for the first time that night, ignoring the paper works that were on top of the table. "Child abuse." Stiles dropped the bottle, thankfully it was empty. "Y/N went to court with bruises a couple of times, nothing more than that. But still, abuse."

"Didn't they took her away? What are social services for? Didn't they protect her?" His eyebrows furrowed while he glanced at his dad, who was now looking at the documents on the table.

"They called Y/N's father to court, hoping he would take responsibility for his daughter like any father would do." Stiles's mouth was agape. "But he didn't. The judge decided that the environment wasn't the best one for a child. But, still gave an opportunity to her with the condition of going to rehab."

"Did she?" The teen asked, immersed in the story.

"No, she left Y/N on the front door of one of her friends, who was also into drugs in the past. However, that friend was clean."

"She said her mother died."

"She did." Noah stared at his son. "In jail. She died in jail. She...uhm, ended her life." Stiles was shocked. He had to talk to Scott. She wasn't there to make Scott mad, she was there because she had nobody.

"Why did she end up in jail?"

Noah shook his head. "She was on drugs, and...Uhm, she murdered someone. Then, she took her own life in jail."

Stiles could feel his heart beating loudly. He couldn't imagine how she felt.

Someone knocked on the door, and I came out of my room to see Melissa all dressed up. "Hey." She grinned at me, eyes shining with happiness. "You look beautiful." I offered her a grin, she thanked me, looking back at Scott.

"Scott! Get the door. Scott! For the love of God, please! Hey. What are you doing? Aren't you gonna invite him in?" She was like a teenager on her first date. Not surprised if we remember that she once was married to the man who put his dick on the woman that I should call mom.

I walked down the stairs when I heard Scott talking to her mom's date. He must feel strange, but I was curious to know who he was.

"I'm ready, I'm ready. Sorry again." It was Peter. Peter Hale.

"Mom."

"Yes? Sweetheart?" She was grabbing Peter's arm. I could tell she wanted to go out with him, and have a delightful night. But we all knew why Peter Hale was here. It wasn't because he had fallen in love with Melissa, or because he wanted to get to know her better. It was because of Scott and me.

"Have a good time." The door closed in our faces. "Don't say it."

I did anyway. "Are you going to let your mom go on a date with that demented psychopath?"

"Look, he told me that if I said something-" He sighed. "And what do I tell her? That her son is a teen werewolf, and that dude is-" He had difficulties breathing. "And Allison is upstairs-"

"Scott." I interrupted. "Calm down, okay?" I bit my lower lip, trying to think of something. "Give me your phone." He was confused.

"C'mon!" When he handed me his phone, I called the only person who could help me. "Stiles? Hi! Uhm, I need your help."

I explained the situation to Stiles while we followed Melissa and Peter. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

I grunted. "I wish I was." I tried to get comfortable in the passenger seat. "Here they are." I glanced at him. "What do we do now?"

"We hit."

"Uh?"

Both of us got out of the car. Melissa's face becoming red when she saw Stiles. "Oh, are you kidding me? Stiles!" Her gaze fell on me next. "Y/N?"

"Mrs. McCall?" Great acting, Stiles. "Wow, this is - this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?" He looked at me for a second. "I mean - I do not know what happened. You guys just came out of nowhere."

"Came out of nowhere! We were parked on the side of the road, Stiles."

"How crazy is that? I mean, we should probably call the cops, you know, do like an accident report thing." I nodded my head while grabbing Melissa's hand. Please, please.

"I don't think that's necessary." Peter interrupted, looking around.

"Are you sure? I think I'm feeling a little whiplash." He touched his neck.

"Whiplash? You hit us!"

"I don't know - there's something definitely wrong with my neck." Melissa started screaming at him, and Peter went far from us, he was probably communicating with Scott, who had followed us.

I went closer to Peter, hearing him talk about Jackson. "Don't get close to her." He turned around. smirking at me. "Be a man." I glared at him. "Melissa has nothing to do with all this. Be a man, go for the ones who have something to do with this."

He grinned. "What are you going to do, sweetheart?"

"I was not the one held against a wall with a hand on my neck, choking to death." I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to look intimidating.

"You don't even know how you did it." He came closer to me. "But I know-how. Don't you want to know? Don't you want to know what you are?" He tried to brush my cheek, but I slapped his hand away. "You, my dear, are very powerful. More than you think. Maybe even more than Scott. When you learn what you are and what you can do, you will be a great weapon."

"I'm a person, not a weapon."

"Aw, sweetheart." He pouted. "You aren't a person anymore, and you know it." He whispered the next thing, but of course, Scott was listening to him. "You could be stronger with me. Be part of my pack."

"She already has a pack." I hear Scott's voice in my head. How did he do that? "She is part of my pack."

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S1 03 | Night School

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Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 3958

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood, kidnapping, swearing (always).

"Lock it, lock it!" Scott yelled at Stiles as both of them continued to use their strength to keep the doors shut.

"Do I look like I have a key?" The hazel-eyed boy replied with the same hastiness.

Scott glanced back at me. My fingers were inside my mouth, biting the skin around my nails. "Grab something!" He instructed me.

"What?!"

"Anything!"

"No!" Stiles shouted. "Stay there and don't move!" He pleaded with his eyes. I needed an explanation of what was going on. I was going to explode. What was that thing outside?

Stiles got up from the floor, glancing out of the little window that was on the door. He seemed to see something outside that could help us.

Scott seemed to know his friend pretty well. "Stiles, no, don't." He didn't listen, opening the door. I went to clutch his shirt to bring him back or at least go with him, but Scott grasped my arm, pushing me beside him. "We can't let him go out! Are you going to let him go outside alone?!" My eyes tried to search for something in his eyes.

We both looked out of the window, breathing hard. I glanced at Stiles's jeep when I saw something coming out from behind. "Scott, Scott, that thing is back!"

"Run! Stiles! Stiles!" We started pounding on the door, the other boy looked back at us. He was disoriented, but then he saw the beast coming towards him.

We hastily opened the doors, letting him come inside and be safe. "Oh my god. Are you okay? Did it hurt you?" I grabbed his chin, moving my eyes all over his face to make sure that there wasn't any type of scratch on his face. He swallowed nervously and smiled softly, whispering that he was okay.

We started studying the outside. "Where would it go?" I asked, my voice cracking a little.

Stiles took my hand in his and started walking backward, Scott doing the same. And then, we started running towards one of the classrooms, going inside and hoping to be secure. They both pushed me out of the way, grabbing a desk. "Stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out." I said, pointing at the door. Whatever that beast was, it wasn't going to be kept away by a fucking desk.

"It's your boss." He faced Scott. "Deaton, the alpha? Your boss."

"No!"

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf." My mind was a disaster after hearing Stiles's words. "Oh come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him." Scott bickered back. My heart was beating so fast, and my ears were hurting so bad that I couldn't hold up with their conversation. Derek is dead? Who exactly was Derek? Why were all of them talking about wolves, and what the fuck was that thing that wanted to kill us?

"Okay." I interrupted. "I'm out." I grinned, walking to the door. “I’m out of here.”

Stiles ran to me, grabbing my arms. "Are you crazy?" His eyes examined my face. "Do you want to go out with that thing there? Do you have a death wish or something?"

"No." I put my finger against his chest. "It seems like YOU GUYS have a death wish. I've been one day in Beacon fucking Hills!" Both of them looked at me, Scott begging me to lower my voice.

"I got into an accident as soon as I came here. I have to live with a family that doesn't even want me, which is completely normal because I'm not part of it. I got detention because we were trying to help Scott control his anger issues. And now, I'm out at night inside school!" I said all that without pausing to breathe, Stiles rubbed his fingers against my forearms. "There's a psycho murderer out there that likes to dress up as a beast or something. So, if this is a fucking joke or your way of 'welcoming' me to Beacon Hills. I will fucking kill both of you." I was panting hard. Scott didn't seem to know what to do while Stiles nodded his head, speaking delicately to me.

"Okay, this is crazy, and you don't understand anything but sadly, now you are part of this." He gulped. "We have involved you. Well, mostly I did because I didn't want you to feel lonely." He glanced at Scott and then back at me. "It wasn't my intention to get you into this at all."

"We can't explain it to you right now, okay?" Scott decided to address. This was the first time that he was talking softly to me, without glaring. "But I promise we will explain everything to you when we get out of here."

After contemplating it for a couple of seconds, I decided to speak again. "Just one thing." I bit my lip and both of them waited for my next words. "That thing...That thing out there. Is it real?" They nodded. "We aren't going to get out of here."

"We will." Scott tried to look like he was sure of himself. But I could taste the distress. "I..I will protect you." He smiled softly.

"We will," Stiles murmured. His hands were going down my arms, and I was already missing his grip because it made me feel protected.

We wandered to the windows of the classroom in search of Stiles's jeep, and when we saw it, Scott was the first one to notice that it was dented. When Stiles started getting nervous about it, Scott pulled both of us to the floor, the battery of his jeep had been thrown inside, breaking the window and making it difficult for us to go back to it and get our asses out of there.

We decided to go back to the corridor in search of a classroom with fewer windows. The locker room.

"Call your dad." Scott stopped both of us from walking farther into the room.

"And tell him what?"

"I don't know, anything. Gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

"What if it doesn't?" I asked, and Stiles continued, adding to what I had said. "What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?"

"They have guns."

"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with wolfsbane - laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that?"

I sighed. "So what do we do?" My voice sounded harsher than what I intended it to sound like. "Wait," I said. "Didn't that Derek guy bring his car? Maybe we could use it, get the fuck out of here."

"This is why we had to bring her!" He put his arms up. "That's a GREAT idea. We get his car and leave."

"And him." Scott rolled his eyes at both of us.

"Fine. Whatever." We both whispered and chuckled.

We walked back towards the door when Scott grabbed Stiles's wrist. He heard something, and I did too. "I think we need to hide," I muttered. "There's something out there."

Stiles looked at me perplexed and intrigued, and then he looked back at Scott. My half-sibling nodded at his friend, his eyes examined me. "Yeah, there's something. Hide."

Stiles put the flashlight inside his pants, and then he started looking around. He grabbed my hand, making especially loud noises, and getting both of us inside a locker. We heard another big noise, which meant that Scott had hidden inside a locker too.

My back was against Stiles's chest, his warm breath was hitting the back of my neck. His right arm was slightly against the door of the locker, and his other arm was around my waist, keeping me as far as possible from the door. Which meant that I was as close as possible to him.

The door opened, making me gasp. Stiles's arm left my waist, his hand softly covering my mouth. I heard him pant so I covered his mouth with my hand.

"Son of a bitch!" We heard someone's voice and decided to come out of the locker.

"Quiet!" Stiles touched the janitor from the back.

"Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me? Get out."

"Will you just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles tried to reason. But I mean, how would you react if you were the janitor and found some kids inside the locker room at night?

"Not okay. Get the hell out of here right now." He grabbed both of the boys while I walked next to them. He was pushing us towards the door, trying to kick us out.

"God, just one second to explain," Stiles begged while the janitor jolted us into the corridor.

"Just shut up and go." Before he could close the door, he was grabbed by something. The three of us jumped, we heard the beast, and then we saw the janitor's body against the door, blood smearing everywhere.

Scott tried to open the door and help him. Stiles and I looked at each other, grabbing him to make him run with us. It was too late.

That thing had blocked the doors so we wouldn't be able to get out, and now it was following us. Stiles was able to confine that thing and the three of us smiled at each other like stupid. We were relieved. We were safe. But not for much longer because it escaped by the roof, which meant us, running again for our lives.

Scott's phone started ringing and he seemed to be desperate and angry. "Go to the lobby. Now!" He hung up, looking at us. "Allison is here."

"What?" I asked. "Your girlfriend? Here as in inside the school?!" Scott nodded, running towards the lobby, Stiles and I following. "Why did you come? What are you doing here?" We met a girl in the lobby, and I concluded that it was Allison Argent, which meant she was Scott's girlfriend. She was beautiful, perfect hair cascading over her shoulders. She seemed delicate but also deadly.

"Because you asked me to." Her eyes stopped on me, frowning. I offered her a little smile.

"I asked you to?"

Allison's eyes snapped back at Scott, showing him her phone. Scott swallowed, staring cautiously at her. "Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message?"

"Because I didn't."

"Did you drive here?" Stiles intervened in their conversation. He was anxious, all of us were.

"Jackson did."

That was the guy from the store. The guy that smelled like he was dying.

"Jackson's here too?"

"And Lydia, what's going on? Who sent this text?" Her phone rang, and she couldn't wait to answer the call. "Where are you?"

From behind Allison, Jackson and Lydia appeared. "Finally. Can we go now?" As soon as Lydia asked that, we started hearing noises above us.

"Run!" Scott yelled while intertwining his fingers with Allison's. We all started running until I noticed Stiles was paralyzed looking at the beast that had fallen from the roof.

"Stiles!" I ran to him, grabbed his hand, and made his move. All of us ran inside a dark classroom, I was still grasping Stiles' hand, while the others were blocking the door with chairs and desk in hopes of that beast not being able to come inside and kill us all.

"Guys." Stiles tried to make them listen to him, but they were too busy blocking the door. He called them again, and he was ignored one more time. "Can we just wait a second? You guys, listen to me. Can we wait a second? Guys? Stiles talking."

Stiles ran his hand through his buzz cut, he seemed stressed. "Guys what the fuck! Can you stop moving and listen to Stiles for a motherfucking second?" I sounded louder than I expected too. Everyone stopped in their tracks, turning around and looking at us.

"Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now, what should we do about the 20-foot wall of windows?" He gestured to the left side of the room and I cursed in a low tone. We were fucked. We were going to die.

"C-can somebody please explain to me what's going on, b-because I'm freaking out here. And I would like to know why. Scott?" Allison was terrified, but so were we. She looked at Scott and it seemed like they were talking with their eyes.

"You are not the only one." I interrupted. Scott peered at me, his gaze strong, but it didn't have any type of hate towards me. "But I don't think it's the best time now to give explanations to each other." "Maybe you don't want or need an explanation." Allison pointed to her chest. "But I do need one, now."

"Oh yeah." I went closer to her. "Why don't we eat some snacks while we go through stories of how a fucking big beast is trying to kill us." Stiles came closer to me and grabbed my elbow, trying to put some space between my step-brother's girlfriend and me. "Oh, maybe the beast will like to join us? Maybe it will sit down with us and tell us how he became a beast!"

Stiles snickered, but the glare he received from Scott made him go back to his serious face. "Somebody killed the janitor."

"What?"

"Yeah, the janitor's dead." The hazel-eyed boy walked towards Lydia the others.

"What's he talking about? Is this a joke?" Allison looked at Scott, but he was far from us. When she saw that he wasn't going to answer her, she looked at me and I nodded.

"What, who killed him?"

Lydia, Jackson, and Allison started to get crazy, talking at the same time and asking who was the killer, who was that beast. Scott didn't have a better idea than to say that Derek Hale was the killer, which made Stiles look at me and sight. Seems like I was the intelligent one in the family.

"And the guy in the video store - it's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us. And if we don't get out now - He's going to kill us too." No, everything was a lie and even though Derek Hale seemed to be a hot asshole, he didn't deserve to be incriminated for something he didn't do. And, that thing, whatever it was in the video store, that was NOT a human being.

Jackson looked at me, his jaw tightening and I knew that he was thinking the same. We didn't talk about what we saw at the video store, but we both knew that wasn't a human. "Call the cops." He demanded.

"No."

"Wh-what do you mean 'No?'"

"I mean no. You wanna hear it in Spanish? ‘No’." It was my time to snicker. "Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."

"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him."

"I'm calling." She was already phoning.

"No, Lydia, would you just hold on a sec-" Stiles tried to grab Lydia to stop her, he didn't want to put his dad in danger. Jackson was going to push Stiles so he wouldn't touch her. It felt like I saw his movements slowly like everything was in slow motion. My hands moved on themselves and I grabbed Jackson's arm, twisting it.

"Hey." Scott came closer and he tried to loosen my grip on Jackson's arm, but I couldn't let him go. "Y/N." He whispered. "Let him go, please." I did what he told me and turned around to look out of the window while Lydia anxiously explained that the police hung up on her. But I was too busy looking at my reflection in one of the windows, my eyes were flashing. A deep ice blue, that was not my eye color.

"Molotov cocktail." Lydia interrupted the silence that was overcome by fear and uneasiness. We all looked at her, and all of them seemed surprised to hear her pronounce something complicated. I was sure she was more than what she let others see. "What? I read it somewhere."

"We don't have a key for that either." Stiles sighed, pointing to the closet where all the things were being kept.

Jackson glanced at me and then shook his head, hitting the glass of the closet with his elbow, successfully breaking it. "Seems like we don't need a key," I muttered.

"Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid."

Lydia started making some kind of 'poison', and I gaped at her, my mouth hanging as I couldn't even understand the terms she was using. Science was never one of my qualities.

"No. No, this is insane, you can't do this. You cannot go out there." Allison studied Scott. It was a crazy idea, to be honest, and I still didn't understand what was going on. But I felt reassured knowing that Stiles believed in him, which made me trust him too.

"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles's dad to check his messages." Their whispers were the only thing that sounded in the dark, cold room.

"You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people."

"And we're next. Somebody has to do something."

"Scott, just stop. Do you remember - do you remember when you told me you knew whether or lying? That I had a tell. Well, so do you. You're a horrible liar. And you've been lying all night. Just - just please - please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please." I swallowed as I observed how Allison's hand trembled, hoping for the person he loved to stay with her and not put his own life in danger. But the few days I have been here, I noticed that Scott was never one to quit. At least not without fighting.

I chose to go closer to Allison, grabbing her shaky hands. "Hey," I whispered. "I'm as lost as you." I let out a little smile. "Scott seems to know what he is doing, okay? I know you are worried, but I promise you we won't get out of here without him."

"Funny." She chuckled while wiping away some tears. "Our first conversation is about your brother."

"He is not my brother." I clenched my jaw.

Jackson pulled me away from Allison, grasping her hands that were still shaking. "It's okay. It's okay, it's gonna be okay."

I peered at Lydia. She seemed to be hurt by Jackson's action. He was acting strange towards her, and he had spent the entire night reassuring Allison while his girlfriend was right there. "Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? It has to be sulfuric acid. It won't ignite if it's not."

"I gave you exactly what you asked for tonight."

Lydia muttered something under her breath while looking at the ground. Her eyes seemed lost. I felt someone pat my back, looking to my side I wasn't surprised to see Stiles there, offering me a little grin. "Uhm, it's not like I care," I whispered. "But he will be safe, right?"

His hazel eyes shone. "Yeah, your brother will be safe." I punched him lightly on the chest. "Ouch, you have a technique when punching, woman."

I was going to answer back, but I was interrupted by a horrible pain on the back of my neck. My eyes got blurry, and I could see Jackson kneeling on the floor, he was screaming so loud. It was hurting my ears, they felt so sensitive. I ended up kneeling on the floor too, trying to control my breathing. Stiles asked me what was wrong, but words wouldn't come out. It hurts. Stiles, it hurts so much.

Allison and Lydia helped Jackson while Stiles just rubbed my back softly. "Can you hear me, Y/N?" I nodded, I couldn't articulate and my face was getting damp. I was sweating so much, and I couldn't breathe.

"Like, seriously, I'm okay." Jackson got away from both girls. I was still trying to make the pain go away. Stiles had helped me stand, and now my entire body was resting against his. My chin leaned on his shoulder, my eyes were yelling at me to let them close. I was exhausted.

"That didn't sound okay at all."

"What's on the back of your neck?" Stiles tried to touch his neck, but Jackson hit his hand away. He didn't have a scar before. Why did he have one now?

"I said I'm fine."

"It's been there for days. He won't tell me what happened." Lydia pouted, but I could see the pain in her eyes. I felt a hand on my neck. Stiles was moving my hair aside, and I hissed when he touched the back of my neck, although it felt so good against my cold skin. His hands were warm.

"Has it been there since the video store thing?" He whispered so the others wouldn't hear. I nodded my head.

"It...that thing was not h-human." I eventually articulated. Stiles nodded. "No, that thing wasn't human." He said something else about me, but it was interrupted by police sirens which made us all sigh in relief, except me.

"What about the janitor?" Scott asked the sheriff. We were finally out of that school, and I felt much better. However, Stiles seemed nervous, glimpsing at me all the time, checking that I was there and that I hadn't gone anywhere.

"We're still looking."

"Did you check under the bleachers? Under them?"

"Yeah, Scott, we looked. We pulled them out just like you asked, there's nothing."

"I'm not making this up."

"I know, I believe you, I do." We stopped walking. He was looking at the three of us.

"No, you don't. You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me, but I know you don't."

"Listen - We're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Okay? I promise." The sheriff was called by his workmates. "Stay. Both of you." Stiles threw his hands in the air as if he was completely innocent. He pointed at me. "Young lady, come with me for a moment. Stiles said that the wound in your neck re-opened." I looked at Stiles and Scott as they both nodded.

I followed Stiles' dad. "My wound didn't reopen," I answered puzzled but still followed him.

He glanced at me, smiling. "I know." He looked at them for a second, and then he glanced back at me. "Like women, men also need to talk about their feelings. I think they both need to talk, you know. Best friend to best friend." I nodded, beaming. This man was nice. "So how are your first days in Beacon Hills?"

I rolled my eyes, grunting. "Crazy."

He laughed loudly. "If you continue being friends with Stiles and Scott, it is going to get even crazier."

Later, Stiles came closer to me. I was laughing at some stories Sheriff Stilisnki was sharing with me. Stories about baby Stiles and baby Scott. "Are you okay?" I asked when I noticed that he seemed to be a little down. He just nodded. I searched for Scott with my eyes and found him far from us, talking to Allison. It didn't seem to go well.

I noticed eyes on me and looked back at Stiles, but he was engaged in a conversation with his dad. I continued looking around until my eyes met Jackson's ones.

“You can hear me, right?" He smirked.

Did his voice just sound inside my head?

"Yes. You are hearing me."

What was going on?

People in black means it doesn’t let me tag them.

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