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Stiles is Allison’s half-brother, on their Father’s side. Stiles was brought up by his Mother and Step-Father, until his Mum died and Noah supported him, Allison was brought up by the Argent family, away from Stiles. Even miles apart, they were inseparable and when reunited, it only got madder. (For @celestallison)
Stiles woke up in the middle of the night. He felt a breath of cold air and he shivered. He didn’t usually get cold at night, his boyfriend is a fucking werewolf is like sleeping next to a heater.
But Stiles’s personal heater was not on the bed. Stiles checked the place next to him, but Theo must have left long time ago because the sheets are not even warm anymore.
Stiles got up of bed and went to search for Theo. When he entered the living room Stiles saw him on the sofa.
“Hey, why are you up?” Stiles asked his boyfriend.
“I wasn’t feeling tired anymore so I went to have a snack and I didn’t want to wake you up” The Chimera responded.
“Mmm” Stiles muttered. “Nightmare?” The human asked knowing already what the answer would be.
Theo huffed a humourless laugh. “Sometimes I wonder who has the ability to read the other one’s heartbeat, I can never lie to you” Theo said in a sad tone.
“That bad?” Stiles asked worriedly. Theo was right Stiles knew him better than anyone.
Theo looked at Stiles, his eyes showed that he had been crying.
“I’ll be fine” Theo assured his lover.
“You know you can wake me, right? In fact, you know you have to wake me up when this happens?” Stiles said sitting next to Theo to confort him.
“Yeah I know... it’s just... you didn’t sign up for this... I-I don’t want you to think that I’m a nuisance” Theo admited.
“How stupid can you be? What about me huh? Am I not a ‘nuisance’? I’m the most annoying person in the world, and I’m always worrying you jumping into danger and doing stupid things; you always put up with everything. Theo I want to help you because I love you, so let me help you.” Stiles proclaimed.
Theo smiled at his boyfriend. “I love you too” he said.
Stiles lean on to peck the Chimera on the lips. “Come on, let’s go to bed” the human said cocking his head towards the bedroom.
Theo breathed out and followed his boy. Stiles cuddled him and Theo felt calm enough to sleep.
Theo woke up one morning and to his surprise the space next to him on the bed was empty. He rapidly checked to see if Stiles was home or not. He located the human on the living room.
When he went to meet him he found him ‘sleeping on the sofa’. Theo could only laugh at the sight, he remembered what happened last moth when he had a nightmare.
“So... I have to wake you up, but you don’t?” Theo asked Stiles in a playfull manner.
But Stiles didn’t answer.
Theo rolled his eyes in a fond way. “I know you are not sleeping Stiles, your heartbeat is too fast to be asleep.” The Chimera said.
Stiles grunted.
“So...what happened, nightmare?” Theo asked.
“Insomnia” Stiles responded opening his eyes to meet Theo’s.
“Wake me up next time, I want to help you too” Theo said sincerely.
“I know... but there’s really nothing to do when I’m like this... I just can’t sleep and you looked so peaceful...” Stiles argued.
“I can think of various activities we can engage in to make you tired” the chimera said suggestively.
Stiles huffed a laugh. Theo smirked at him.
“Do you think we actually work good together because we are kinda similar?” Theo asked getting closer to his boyfriend.
Stiles gazed at the chimera curiously. “Maybe, you get me better than anyone else” Stiles said.
“Yeah same here” Theo claimed.
The pair intertwined their hands looking fondly at the other.
“I’ll make breakfast, what do you think of waffles?” Theo said.
“Mmm, Stiles loves!” Stiles said happily.
“Me or the waffles?” Theo asked seductively.
Stiles huffed a laugh and kissed his boyfriend full on the lips.
STEO DAY
With the end of May approaching, it is about time to introduce to you the joy that will be SteoDay! Like the title says, it’s one whole day dedicated to Steo. This event takes place on Monday, 06/29/2020.
Why did we choose that specific date? Because when 5x01 aired on that beautiful day, Theo and Stiles met again for the first time in years - and that leads us to the optional prompt/theme of the event:
At First Sight
We all saw what happened onscreen, but how else could they have met? Or maybe you think their first meeting should’ve happened differently? Or, do you think there’s a scene that could be missing? But since this prompt/theme is optional, you can choose a different one as well. Create whatever your heart desires!
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Steo Parents! AU
What if Theo and Stiles, after getting through many fights -first dates- break ups, would end up together with an adopted were-baby with no pack or family? I can see Theo, which is totally scared by the infant, clueless about what to do when taking care of a child.
Stiles would be the caretaker. He’s been taking care of people his whole life.
But Theo? He’s never taken care of anyone except of Stiles. His purpose has always been to survive. But now? He would be a father and he doesn’t know what that means.
He would stand by the baby’s crib every night, looking down at cute sleeping face. He would be terrified.
Stiles would come find him in their child’s room, trying to get him to go back to bed. But Theo would never leave the baby side. And I am sure Theo would be the good cop. As the baby would grow. Stiles would be the stern father, sarcastic, always eye-rolling at his child antics.
Theo would be the proud mama. And whenever he would yell at his child for misbehaving, he would flee the room as soon as the baby would cry. It would trigger him the memory of the doctors and his childhood ruined by them. He would feel bad for yelling at the baby.
And I …gimme this AU!
Steo human AU for @steoevents SteoDay
Having spent most of his teenage years going from a foster home to a rehab in an endless loop after getting away from the Dread Doctors and their drug empire, Theo is now almost 18, has no idea what to do next and not a single person to talk to as a friend. So one night, feeling completely and utterly alone, lost and bored, he messages a random number: “Truth of dare?”. He doesn’t even actually hope for an answer. But it adds a bit of a thrill to his insomnia.
So he doesn’t even know what to say when he gets a short message back: “Dare”
That’s how it begins.
Stiles turns out to be able to keep up with Theo’s sarcasm and references, not judge some of his “truths” right away, and not pity him too much.
They meet by a complete chance.
Theo comes to take a book that Stiles just finished and actively promoted to him in the library, and the librarian tells him that there’s just one copy and it has been literally just now returned; Theo finds it hilarious that a Mieczysław checked this book out before him, so he messages about the coincidence to Stiles.
Apparently, there are only so many Mieczysławs in the country, huh.
It’s awkward at first. But then one of them makes a joke about a rom-com, and one thing leads to another, and then it’s… great, actually. Even better than through the messages. Theo thought it should be uncomfortable considering what they’ve told each other and how it’s always easier with someone without an actual face, but it’s somehow not.
And then… Theo is 18, he just got accepted into a college his parents would’ve despised, but he feels right at home at, he has a boyfriend who is going to the same college and is as annoying as he’s supporting, and Theo doesn’t feel that alone anymore.
Regular Mission
For SteoDay @steoevents
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Stiles and Theo where on a mission, it was supossed to be an easy one, just check for clues of what kind of supernatural creature was savagely killing and eating animals in the outskirts of Beacon Hills, and report back to the pack so they could figure out the next move together. Instead, they somehow ended up fighting a nest of Ghouls, wich both of them were certain are the creatures they came to investigate on, so at least they solved the mystery.
Stiles used his magic to cast fireballa on the ghouls at range, and beat with his enchanted baseball bat any that came too close, while Theo used his claws and supernatural speed to slash them to pieces as quickly as possible. There were dozens of ghouls, and while the duo was stronge, their large numbers made the creatures dangerous, and with every passing second the risk of them being overpowered grewn, so Stiles had an idea on how to finish this fight, a powerful battle magic spell he had been practicing. "Theo, let's force them all to gather in front of us!".
"What are you planning?", his boyfriend yelled while clawing away at a ghoul. "Just trust me! I got this!", Stiles told him, and without saying anything else Theo positioned by his side, and both of them and launched their attacks as to force the monsters to group before them. Once Stiles was sure he had them all right where he wanted, he cast magic walls around the ghouls to keep them from dispersing.
"Now let's take a few steps back", Stiles said rasing his arm to Theo's chest and getting some extra distance between them and the creatures. "What now?", the chimera asked when Stiles stopped guiding him backwards, looking at the ghouls trying to clawn at the barrier Stiles conjured.
"Now we finish this", the air felt electric as Stiles channeled as much power as he could, and quickly started working on the spell, wich produced a strange light distortion effect around his hands, with strange shapes fluctuating in it as he moved fingers. It lasted only a few seconds, but Theo was so enthralled by the sight of Stiles's casting that it felt much longer, as if the chimera and the world were frozen in time and all that moved was the mage. Theo was always fascinated by Stiles's magic, how beautiful and fierce he looked as his veins lit up as primal forces surged through him, how he made the complex process of bending reality look so easy, it was magnificent and Theo was sure he would never get tired of seeing it, just like he knew he would always be there for Stiles.
He was brought back to reality when Stiles completed his spell, the arcane shapes around his hands sinchrozing and collapsing into each other in perfect harmony, that resulted in a sphere of energy with a strange dark glown, with a few sparks of purple light briefly escaping it's center and surrounding it, only to be pulled back in again in a loop. It was like Stiles was holding some kind of weird dark hole in his hands.
Wathever exactly it was Theo would have to ask some other time because he didn't have long to observe it very well, with a violent push of his arms Stiles catapulted the sphere from his hands towards the ghouls. It resulted in a small but powerful explosion of dark light that completely destroyed everything in it's radius, and the energy it released filled the nearby area with dust, a smell of ozone and the weird feeling that they just passed through a vacuum.
"That was the new battle spell you said you were praticing, wasn't it?", the chimera asked even though he already knew the answer.
"Yup!", the mage answered proudly. His boyfriend shook his head and gave him a cheerful smile, "Nice".
"Just nice?" Stiles asked exasperated, "I got rid of all the ghouls! With one spell!"
"You didn't get rid of all the ghouls, I took a lot of them out too in case you forgot", Theo said in a teasing tone.
"Yeah, well, but I ended the fight with a badass spell!"
"You did, and that was pretty hot", the chimera said as he closed the distanced between them.
"Yeah?" Stiles asked as he too took a step towards Theo, "How hot?"
"How about I show you when we get home?"
"That sounds great to me", Stiles said and gave his boyfriend a quick kiss.
He'll let Lydia know what happened on the way home, make sure she and the pack knows they're all right and the problem had been solved, but after that anything that isn't Theo will just have to wait until tomorrow.
They more then earned some time together.
While I’m trying to work myself up to recording the Spark Stiles HC Podcast Episode, feel free to share your own HC for us to discuss via ask/submission or have your question featured as part of this episode by submitting a voice message below.
Because bamf!Stiles is one of my favourite tropes and I’m actually really pleased with how this turned out.
The tattoos all have specific meaning to them;
The circular one on the shoulder is Hecate’s Wheel, Hecate being a Goddess associated with the moon, fire, witchcraft, knowledge of herbs and poisonous plants, and necromancy. I will not be surprised if she pops up in Teen Wolf lore at some point.
The one on the bicep is the ‘Choku Rei’, and means that one’s intentions rules over what happens. I thought it was very fitting for Stiles.
The diamond shaped one, if my sources are accurate, is a Native American symbol for wisdom.
And the two purple ones that look a little like stitches are sentences in the Ogham alphabet, an ancient Irish script.
-They read: ’Be the spark’ (forearm, in my headcanon Stiles’ reminder to himself) and ’He who runs with wolves fears none’ (across upper arm, shoulder and neck, this is probably the only one that has any possibility off being magic)
There’s also part of a chest piece peaking out of Stiles’ vest, but I wasn’t able to realise the design for that one. Meant to be a crow teasing a wolf.
Steo Back2School Day
With the end of July approaching, it is about time that we fulfill our earlier promise of a followup event. We’re excited to introduce you to the joy that will be SteoBack2SchoolDay! This event takes place on Saturday, 08/29/2020.
That leads us to the optional prompt/theme of the event:
Back2School
We all saw what happened onscreen, but how many different ways can their story be told with a school as the backdrop. From being a student, to a member of the staff, anywhere from daycare to graduate studies. Oh, and don’t forget Hogwarts or any other type of school. But since this prompt/theme is optional, you can choose a different theme as well. Create whatever your heart desires!
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Casually meeting in the library…
“What are you doing here?” Stiles asks
“I’m trying to graduate. We have the assignment of the Russian Revolution and I thought I could get information in the library” Theo explains showing Stiles the book he is holding.
Stiles looks at Theo with suspicion, he has noticed that lately, Theo is always near, like a fly on the wall. They always bump into each other in the hallways or seat together during lunch… Stiles doesn’t know what his intentions are.
“Fine, have fun” Stikes declares, but before leaving Theo moves in front of him.
“Do you want to study together? Two bright minds are better than one” Theo claims
Stiles snorts. “My bright mind can do it on its own”
Theo rolls his eyes with a little smirk. “Then help me” Theo proposes.
Stiles glares at his classmate. Stiles can’t really help it, there is something no about Theo that he likes.
“Okay, I’ll help you” Stiles agrees.
Theo smirks. “It’s a date”
Fine… wait. What!?
Towards The Future
For SteoBack2School Day @steoevents .
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Stiles took a deep breath as he saw the "you're now leaving Beacon Hills" sign as they passed it on the road, this was really happening. "Hey" Theo spoke, turning to look at Stiles for a moment as he drove, and when Stiles turned his face at his boyfriend he flashed him one his rare, genuine smiles and said "I'm a bit nervous too, but I know this is going to be great!".
Stiles looked at the chimera's beautiful eyes, and for a moment the events that led to his moment flashed trough his head. When he decided to accept the invite to the Alzur Academy, a "college" for the supernatural community, instead of going to Quantico, he knew that it meant letting go of his dream of working for the FBI. Sure, it would give him the chance to get formal, academical education on what being a Spark actually means and all that he can do with his powers, but as a trade off he wouldn't be allowed to work for pretty much any group outside of the supernatural community. At least not unless as an inside man under very strict rules set by the Conclave's Council, the leaders of the supernatural world, otherwise it would risk exposure.
So he decided he would focus his studies on conjuration magic, with a focus on battle magic, so he could become a Justicar, wich if you ask him is just a fancy, shorter way to say "supernaturally gifted person that investigates and hunts supernatural threats", wich Stiles decided was the closest thing he could get to being an FBI agent in supernatural world. It's not what he originally planned, but this could work out great. At least he already has some experience in doing that.
On a far better note, it also meant he and Theo wouldn't have to try a long distance relationship, since the Chimera was going to the academy as well to study alchemy, with the goal of specialing in supernatural forensics and becoming a Justicar too.
They had been talking about how to continue their relationship and what they want do with their lifes before commiting to this decision, and it didn't come as a surprise to either of them that yes, they do want to build a future together! And going to Alzur was the best way to continue their relationship and work towards achieving their goals in live.
Back to the present moment, he smile back at his boyfriend. "Yeah, this is going to be great!", Stiles said more sure than he has ever been about anything in his entire life.
As it turns out, the nogitsune had more powers than the pack ever got to see. A void is dark and cold and, as they find out, impossible to excise completely. Its essence lingers, and with it comes abilities the likes of which Stiles never expected and has no idea how to control.
let's start project sam posts on days i can read right away
Chapter 5
S2 Episode Five
SUMMARY: The pack get word that Derek is trying to kill Lydia, and make it their mission to protect her.
WORD COUNT: 6224
“Hey,” The all-too-familiar voice purred as you opened your locker. You rolled your eyes, not needing to look towards it to know who it was.
“Aren’t you supposed to be running from the law or something?” You answered.
“Who says I’m not just teasing the law now by coming to school?” Isaac smiled, leaning on the locker next to yours to get a better view of you. You cursed the empty hallways, wishing you wouldn’t have shown up so early that morning.
“I doubt your pack daddy would approve of that,” You chuckled, looking over to see the smug look on his face falter. “Or did he let you off of your leash for the day?”
“Ouch,” He held his chest sarcastically before smiling. “What happened to you? You used to be such a sweetheart.”
“That was before you gave me a reason not to be. Did you need something or are you just trying to get on my nerves?” You scoffed, closing your locker to look into his playful gaze. “Again.”
“A little of both,” He smirked. “But my pack daddy wouldn’t approve of what I’m about to tell you so I’m gonna need you to come with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
“Suit yourself,” Isaac shrugged, looking over your shoulder. “Scott’s looking for you anyway. I’m sure you’d so much rather hear another one of his pathetic apologies instead of Derek’s plan to kill someone today.”
You looked behind you to see the boys walk around the corner in deep conversation. Stiles waved his hands around as he passionately explained something and Scott listened intently. Luckily, they were so submerged in the conversation that you went unnoticed in the midst of small crowds of students. However, you weren’t quite ready to face your best friend.
You placed your hands on Isaac’s chest and quickly pushed him into the nearby empty classroom. His brows shot up in surprise as he stumbled back, catching himself on a desk.
“You have two minutes, asshole,” You frowned, looking down at your wristwatch. “What do you mean Derek is going to kill someone today?”
“I only need one,” He grinned. “He gave Jackson the Kanima’s venom last night to see if it would paralyze him and it did. So it can’t be him. He think it might be Lydia.”
“What the fuck?!” You furrowed your brows in suspicion. “Wait, why are you telling me this? Why should I believe you?”
“Maybe I’m telling you because I wanted a moment alone with you,” His lips curved into a coy smile, making you frown. “And you should believe me because we have a bond.”
“Ew, would you stop saying that? We do not have a fucking bond!” You snapped.
“I’m serious! I wouldn’t lie to you,” He sincerely admitted. “I don’t even think I could if I tried.”
“Yeah, okay,” You brushed off sarcastically. You hated that he was getting in your head. You wholeheartedly believed it was a scheme but he was becoming a little too convincing. You didn’t know what to believe anymore. “What makes Derek think Lydia is the Kanima?”
“Peter gave her the bite. There are only two things that happen when someone gets bitten, turn or die. She did neither and now we have a Kanima on our hands.”
“What if she’s somehow immune to the bite? How do you know she won’t be immune to the venom too?”
“He said it’s not possible to be immune to the bite. It’s never been done before,” He shook his head, leaning on the desk behind him.
“Oh, so it must be true if Derek said it,” You scoffed. “Your blind devotion will lead to your downfall.“
“I could say the same to you,” He shrugged. You narrowed your eyes, not quite ready to defend the boy he spoke of. “If you wouldn’t have listened to Scott, this would all be over by now. We’re just finishing the job that you couldn’t follow through on the other night.. You can’t save everyone, Y/N.“
“Don’t talk to me about the other night. That’s between my pack and me. I don’t care to hear your opinions or commentary,” You hissed, feeling a dark cloud of anger begin to sneak it’s way back into your subconscious. You took a breath when you saw his face fall, attempting to take your emotions and thoughts back under your control. “Look, there’s a better way of going about this. I don’t want to kill an innocent teenager if we aren’t one hundred percent sure that she really is the Kanima. Forgive me for trying to spare the life of my best friend.”
“You were so eager to kill an innocent teenager the other night. What happened?” He smirked. You clenched your jaw, feeling the storm of emotions quickly brewing in your chest. “Suddenly your morals shift because your afraid of losing someone you love?”
You fell to silence for a moment as you recollected your thoughts, clenching your fists in an attempt to prevent any black mist from forming. “You’re playing with fire, Isaac. Don’t taunt me-.”
“For telling the truth?” He scoffed. “You were fully ready to kill someone’s kid, sibling or friend by the pool. But now that it might be yours, you hesitate?”
With that comment, you felt something snap within you; you were no longer in control of your emotions- your magic. You felt your eyes darken, similar to the way they did the other night. Your fists felt hot as they began to emit the black mist that often decorated them now. His boyish grin faded as you stepped toward him, making him almost trip on the desk he leaned on as he tried to step away.
He attempted to stand up before you held your hand out, making him sit back on the desk as you leaned in close, sensing and feeding off of his fear.
“You forget who you’re talking to, Lahey,” You smiled as your fingers brushed his neck. “Do you realize how easy it would be for me to cut off the circulation to your head? All I have to do is think about the veins and arteries in your neck, and they’ll pop.”
“Let me go-“
“Ah, ah, ah. I’m talking,” You cooed, pressing your finger against his lips and sealing them shut with the help of the black mist. You chuckled dryly. “I think we both know that if you really wanted to help me, you wouldn’t be sitting here mocking and judging me. No, I’m not too convinced you were trying to help me at all. I think Derek sent you to talk to me.”
“Mmm! Mmm!” He mumbled.
“Let me make myself perfectly clear, Isaac,” Your smiled quickly dropped before your tone darkened. “If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I will not hesitate to kill you and your pack. Slowly and painfully. Got it?“
He nodded spitefully before you smiled again, waving your hand to unseal his lips.
“What happened to your pack’s moral code?” He spat, making you let out a breathy chuckle.
“You chose the wrong pack member for that,” You responded before nonchalantly stepping back as if nothing happened. The cloud of black that once covered your hands evaporated as you reached for the door. “Thanks for the heads up though. I gotta get to class.”
“Are you just gonna leave me sitting here?!” Isaac cried as you reached for the door. “I can’t move!”
“Oh, I actually don’t know how to undo that. Don’t worry though, it should wear off soon,” You smiled before leaving the room. You readjusted your backpack as you walked down the now heavily populated hallways of Beacon Hills, looking for your boyfriend. You felt a smirk form on your face, remembering the look of utter fear on Isaac’s face when he couldn’t speak.
You loved the feeling that was left in your body. The power you felt when you hovered above him, the way your magic pumped through your veins like a drug, the chaos you created in his mind; it was addicting.
“Hey! You’ll never guess what my dad told me this morning!” Stiles smiled before looking into your eyes. “Did you cry? Your eyes are bloodshot. Oh my god, are you high?”
“What? No! My allergies are just acting up,” You played it off. “What’s your dad tell you? Wait, is it about Isaac coming back?”
“What the hell? Yeah, actually. How’d you know that?” He tilted his head. Something was off about you this morning, he sensed it but decided against asking about it again.
“He pulled me into a classroom and told me. He also told me that Derek’s going to make Lydia eat the Kanima’s venom to see if she has a reaction to it,” You lowered your voice. “They’re gonna kill her if she doesn’t.”
“Wait, what? They’re gonna kill her? But she didn’t even have a reaction to the bite. What if she’s immune to the supernatural?”
“That’s what I said. But apparently Derek’s convinced that it’s not possible,” You shook your head. “We need a plan.”
“Follow up question: since when are you and Isaac friends?” He questioned.
“We’re not. He just won’t leave me alone,” You huffed. “He thinks I cast some sort of bonding spell when I stopped him from killing you at the Sheriff’s Department a while back.”
“On the night of the full moon. Yeah, I remember that,” He nodded, grabbing his backpack from his locker. “What do you think?”
“I think that theory has Derek written all over it,” You rolled your eyes as you both began walking to class. You felt odd not telling him about the magic you used only minutes prior, but you knew now wasn’t the time to bring up another issue. You needed to focus on Lydia.
It had absolutely nothing to do with the euphoria that came with the magic pumping through your veins and the confidence it brought with it. Or the fact that the sensation went away when you healed yourself with Scott’s blood, leaving you with a light and clear, yet uncomfortably empty mind. It was not your black-misted subconscious clouding your judgement because this was solely for Lydia’s well-being. At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself.
“I don’t know. I’d be on my knees if you looked at me the way you looked at him,” Stiles smirked.
“I’ve had you on your knees for less,” You smiled, making his lips part as a subtle blush rose to his cheeks at your reference to the previous night’s events. You two have been getting hot and heavy for the past few days, not quite going all the way due to parental interruptions but going far enough to almost make due. It was not only your comment that caught him off guard, it was the confidence you said it with too. That alone almost drop to his knees on the spot
“Anyways. Could you catch Scott up on Lydia’s situation? We need to take turns staying by her side today. I got her covered up til Math. Then it’s up to you guys until Chem,” You continued casually before giggling at his flustered appearance. “You feeling okay, baby? You look a little flushed.”
“You fucking asshole. I gotta get to class,” He chuckled as the first bell rang, looking down at your smug look. Before walking off, he leaned down next to your ear and mumbled, “For the record, though, I plan on having you begging you on your knees tonight.”
“I don’t beg,” You narrowed your eyes playfully.
“Yeah? We’ll see about that,” He smiled before kissing your cheek and turned on his heels to walk away, leaving you with the same pink tint on your own cheeks. You let out a small laugh before turning to head the class.
“Why are you so giddy?” Lydia grinned as you took your usual spot beside her.
“No reason,” You responded, making her laugh.
You spent the rest of the day by her side, switching off with Allison or the boys when you didn’t have a shared class. The first three hours dragged along slowly. You kept catching Erica and Isaac’s dirty glares and hushed voices. The anticipation was killing you. You caught yourself looking over your shoulder constantly and keeping Lydia nearby at all times. You even followed her to the bathroom in second hour. You finally let out a breath of relief when you switched shifts with the boys.
After a quick stop to your locker, you made your way down the corridors of the school to your next class. You were lost in thought when you felt a hand grab your upper arm and pull you aside. You quickly whipped around to see your best friend staring back at you.
“Scott, what the fuck?” You gasped. “Jesus you scared the shit out of me. Who’s on Lydia duty?”
“She’s with Allison. Can we talk about the other night?” He sighed. “I hate fighting with you.”
“I don’t have anything to say to you,” You frowned.
“Well, I do,” Scott began, not letting go of your arm in fear of you walking away. “Y/N, I’m so sorry for reacting the way I did at the pool. I know there were a million better ways of having a discussion about our different views and opinions. I blew it way out of proportion. I‘m just.. I don’t know. I’m just scared of the possibility of your magic making you crazy, you know? So I assumed you weren’t in the right headspace but I get now that you were. I’m sorry for doubting you. And for yelling at you. I still don’t necessarily agree with what you did but I really am sorry for being such a dick.”
“You really were a dick, huh?” You smiled, making him laugh.
“So we good?” He grinned. You nodded before he pulled you into a hug. “You promise to tell me if you feel like you’re going crazy?”
“Mhm,” You smiled. It wasn’t a lie; you weren’t going crazy yet. You were just riding the magic high for a little longer.
“Okay,” He chuckled. “I’m gonna go to class. Meet us afterwards?”
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“Someone help me?” You read off of Stiles’ phone. “What the hell?”
“Maybe she knows!” Scott offered, earning a glare from his best friends. “What?”
“Leave this to the big boys, alright?” Stiles patted his shoulder before turning to you. Allison smiled sympathetically at her boyfriend, holding his hand. “What do you think?”
“Honestly? I don’t think this has any correlation to Derek. You remember how she screamed at the ice rink? It might just be a case of PTSD,” You said, looking down at the screen again. “A really weird one.”
“So what’s the plan for chemistry? I heard we’re doing something weird today. I don’t know if we’ll be able to keep an eye on her the whole time,” Allison spoke up. The four of you looked into the classroom to see Lydia mindlessly doodling in her notebook. You moved aside as the last student from the previous class walked past you before you got an idea.
“Hey, your name’s Nicole, right?” You smiled at the girl, earning a friendly lab. “What are we doing in Chem today?”
“Some lab where we turn goo into crystals. We switched partners a few times,” She answered kindly.
“How many times?” Allison asked.
“Like four.”
“Okay, thanks!” You smiled before turning back to the pack. “Four. That’s perfect! We just have to take turns as her partner!”
“Will do.”
“Sounds good.”
“Shoot.. Guys, we have company,” Allison said as you all walked in. You all rushed to take the seat next to Lydia, earning an odd glare from her and the rest of class.
“I mean I know I’m popular but this is new,” She blinked. You all chuckled before Mr Harris spoke up. He began with his usual insult before explaining the lab.
“You’re going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let’s see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or in this group’s case,” He said, looking over at the four of you hovering above Lydia. “Less than one. Erica, you take the first station. You’ll start with-“
He paused when the hands of virtually every teen boy’s hands flew up.
“I didn’t ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal hands down. You’ll start with Mr. McCall,” Mr Harris said before looking over at the four of you again, assigning you all to your stations. Allison was up first with Lydia followed by you then Scott.
Towards the end of class, Stiles switched seats with the girl next to you to have the chance to be your partner for the last rotation.
“Hi,” He greeted.
“Hi,” You smiled. “You’re going to get in trouble.”
“No, I won’t!”
“Mr. Stilinski,” Mr. Harris called as if on cue, drawing all eyes on your boyfriend. “You’re supposed to be at Station Two.”
“But-“
“I don’t want to hear an excuse. You’re lucky I decided against giving you detention. Go!”
“Fine..” Stiles grumbled, gathering his stuff and plopping down at Station Two. He looked over at his partner to see Isaac staring back at him with a smirk. “Great. Of course he’d put me with the killer werewolf.”
“I haven’t killed anyone yet,” Isaac smiled before looking at Lydia who was leaning forward, talking to you. Stiles followed his gaze before frowning.
“If you keep trying to make a move on my girlfriend or lay a hand on her best friend, I’m gonna turn your little werewolf ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present,” Stiles threatened as he continued the experiment next to Isaac.
“Oh?” Isaac chuckled. “I’ll stop trying to make a move when I stop smelling her attraction towards me..”
“Spare me the fake details,” Stiles muttered, mixing the concoction in front of him. “I mean.. if you genuinely believe there’s some sort of special bond between you two, be my guest. She’s not into you, my guy. Just know I’m not too worried about it.”
“I would be,” Isaac chuckled, catching Stiles’ attention. “Don’t get me wrong, she likes you. Loves you even. But there’s a science behind attraction. Pheromones. And I can smell them. She digs me, bro. On a biological level.”
“I’m actually surprised you know such a big word,” Stiles said condescendingly. “Can you even spell the word pheromone?”
“Are you calling me dumb?”
“The fact that you’re asking me for clarification,” Stiles began, looking straight into Isaac’s eyes. “Answers your question.”
“I don’t like you.”
“Cry me a river,” Stiles scoffed.
“Mm, no. I think I’ll fuck your girlfriend instead,” Isaac smiled as he looked back at you, gaining Stiles’ wide-eyed death glare. Isaac shrugged. “I’ve never been very good at crying.”
“Alright, class! Move to your last station!”
“I thought we were only moving four times,” Scott asked Harris.
“Mr. McCall, I’d be more concerned with the state of your crystal than the amount of stations I’m making you move to,” He replied. You all looked at one another before seeing Isaac slip into the seat next to Lydia. There wasn’t much you could do but finish your projects and keep an eye on her from a distance.
You finished your project with another student, proudly lifting up a crystal. You looked to your left only to be greeted by Stiles holding up something that looked like cement in his beaker.
“Now for the part of that last experiment I’m sure you’ll all enjoy,” Mr. Harris smiled. “You can eat it.”
Stiles shot you a look of disgust, making you giggle.
“Go ahead,” You smiled from the desk beside him. “Eat it.”
He scrunched his nose. “Hell no! This looks like the cafeteria’s mashed potatoes.”
“Here, you can eat mine,” You held up your crystal and held it out for him to take a bite. He smiled and took a bite, only for the rest of it to crumble into pieces.
“Oh, man,” He mumbled. “I was gonna give the other half to you.”
“LYDIA!” Scott jumped up, making everyone gasp from his volume. Your eyes quickly shifted to Lydia who sat in her seat in shock, waiting for Scott to say something.
“What?” She asked.
“Uh..” Scot hesitated before realizing he couldn’t do anything about the crystal that was covered in venom. “Nothing.”
The class fell to silence, all watching him as he stood awkwardly behind her before he took his seat again.
She took a bite into the crystal. You waited for her to have a reaction but it never came. The bell rang a few minutes later and she practically skipped out of the classroom.
“Follow me,” Stiles took your hand and led you all to Coach’s empty office for a quick talk.
“Derek’s outside waiting for Lydia,” Scott explained.
“Waiting to kill her?” Allison asked.
“If he thinks she’s the Kanima, then yes,” He nodded. “Especially after what happened at the pool.”
“It’s not her,” Stiles argued.
“Stiles, she didn’t pass the test, man. Nothing happened,” Scott said softly.
“No, it can’t be her,” You agreed. “I feel like I should have some sort of gut feeling, you know?”
“It doesn’t matter because Derek thinks it’s her,” Allison intervened. “So either we can convince him that he’s wrong, or we’ve gotta figure out a way to protect her.”
“I doubt he’ll try anything here,” You chimed in.
“True. Not at school anyways,” Scott nodded.
“What about after school?” Allison questioned. You and Scott fell silent again. “Well what if we can prove Derek’s wrong?”
“By 3:00?” Stiles scoffed.
“Yeah, there could be something in the bestiary!”
“Oh, you mean the 900-page book written in archaic Latin that none of us can read?” Stiles deadpanned. “Good luck with that.”
“Actually I think I might be able to translate it,” You said, gaining everyone’s eyes. “What? You told me to learn Latin so I’ve been learning Latin. I can’t translate it perfectly but I can try.”
“That’ll do. Uh, I can talk to Derek,” Scott suggested. “Maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove that it’s not her. But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?”
“What does that mean?” Al asked.
“It means you can’t heal like I do,” He admitted.
She reached into her bag and grabbed a crossbow. “I can protect myself.”
“Same here,” You smiled. Stiles gave you a look. “What?”
“You still can’t control it, Y/N. It’s probably better if you don’t use magic today,” He spoke softly. “Let’s just keep you out of the crossfire, yeah?”
“Come on! I can be of use today,” You pouted.
“Same,” Allison nodded.
“No, he’s right. I don’t want you guys getting hurt,” Scott nodded before turning to his girlfriend.
“Fine,” You sighed, leaning next to Stiles. You looked over at him and saw him messing with Allison’s crossbow as Scott spoke to her. You zoned out slightly as you watched Stiles pretend to aim and shoot it at Scott.
“Seriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me, okay? I don’t care if your dad finds out. Call, text, scream, yell, whatever. I’ll hear you and I’ll find you as fast as I can,” He grabbed her face, looking deeply into her eyes.
You heard a snort come from your boyfriend. You looked up at Stiles to see that he was laughing at the theatrics of the couple in front of you.
“Stop that,” You whispered to your boyfriend, trying to hold back a laugh as the couple continued on with their conversation. “Let them have their moment.”
“I can’t help it. They’re so dramatic,” He whispered back, catching Scott’s attention.
“Can you guys fuck off?” He huffed.You no liner could hold back a chuckle. Stiles grinned before taking your face into his hands. “Can you blame me for being nervous-“
“Call, text, scream, yell, whatever!” He exclaimed with exaggerated passion.
“You promise you’ll hear me and find me as fast as you can?!” You grabbed at your chest before he kissed you dramatically.
“You two really couldn’t be more perfect for each other if you tried,” Allison rolled her eyes.
“Quick, let’s see who can get their tongue furthest down the other one’s throat!” Stiles pulled away briefly only to lean back in with his tongue sticking out.
“Ew,” You laughed, pushing him away and making him giggle. “Sorry, Scotty. I promise we’ll be careful. If worst comes to worst, I got their backs.“
“Thanks, Y/N,” He smiled, pulling you in for a quick hug. “Be careful, asshole.”
“You too,” You muttered before letting go.
He nodded before turning around and walking back into the hallway. The three of you waited for a moment before Stiles went to go find Lydia. You followed Allison to the library so that you could connect the flash drive to a computer. You took the seat next to hers as she pulled up the page that spoke of the Kanima.
“God, this might be a little out of my reach,” You breathed as you attempted to read the words.
“It’s okay, just try.”
“Okay, uh,” You cleared your throat before continuing. “Kanima. Like the wolf, it’s power is greatest at the moon’s peak… Hold on, what does this mean..?”
“You speak French and take Spanish, fill in the blank,” Allison sighed. You have her a look, annoyed with her pushy tone. “Uh, sorry. I meant to say please.”
“Alright, it says that like the wolf, the Kanima is a social creature, but where the wolf seeks a pack, the Kanima seeks… a friend?” You finished. “What does that mean?”
“Maybe it’s lonely?” Allison asked before a look of realization dawned upon her. “Oh my god. Like a teenager.”
You gathered Lydia and Jackson as soon as the bell rang and drove them to Scott’s house. As soon as you all got into the foyer, Stiles turned around and locked every single lock on the front door before turning around to see Lydia’s confused and unamused look
“Uh, there’s been a few break-ins around the neighborhood,” Stiles pursed his lips.
You grabbed a nearby chair and placed it under the door handle, shifting their attention to you.
“And a murder,” You added.
“Yeah, it was bad,” Stiles agreed, trying not to smile. Lydia furrowed her brows, opening her mouth to say something before Jackson beat her to it.
“Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute,” He said before leading her to Scott’s room.
“Nice job, you two,” Allison chuckled. “That was almost convincing!”
“Almost?” You and Stiles questioned.
“Well, I for one think we were pretty damn good,” He smiled, giving you a high five.
The three of you continued to chat for the next hour, choosing to ignore the argument that was taking place upstairs. You made sure to lock every door and window around the house. You opted to stay at the entrance of the house because it allowed you to have a better view of the street.
“The sun’s going down,” You mumbled, gaining the attention of the two teenagers. “They should be coming soon.”
“They’re here,” Allison whispered, peeking out of the window. Stiles’ eyes widened before he scrambled to the nearest window, taking a look for himself. “We need to call Scott.”
“Here,” Stiles dug his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Allison. She told Scott it was time for him to come home before hanging up and handing it back to Stiles. You all sat around for another ten minutes, waiting in anticipation for them to attack but nothing happened. “What are you doing?”
You looked over at Allison to see her messing on her phone. She looked up with teary eyes.
“I think… I think I have to call my dad,” Her voice was shaky.
“No, but if he finds you here, you and Scott-“ Stiles protested.
“I know,” She interrupted, making the room fall to silence. “But what are we supposed to do? They’re not here to scare us, okay? They’re here to kill Lydia.”
You all stopped and glanced back at the pack of werewolves that slowly paced around in the front yard. You looked over at Allison, seeing her antsy hands debate on calling her father.
“I got an idea,” Stiles said, looking at Allison. “Just shoot one of them.”
“Are you serious?” She breathed.
“We told Scott we could protect ourselves, so let’s do it,” Stiles spoke as if he didn’t know who he was convincing; the two of you or himself. “Or at least give it a shot, right?”
“Okay,” Allison said.
“What about me?” You asked.
“Hold off for a second. They don’t think we’re going to fight. So if one of them gets hit, I guarantee they’ll take off,” He shrugged. “So just shoot one of them.”
Allison slowly moved the curtain and looked out again. “Which one?”
“Derek. Yeah, shoot him. Preferably in the head,” Stiles said.
“If Scott can catch an arrow, Derek definitely can,” Allison shook her head.
“Okay, then shoot Isaac,” Stiles muttered, recalling their earlier conversation. “Again, preferably in the head.”
“Isaac’s not out there.”
“What do you mean? I just saw him,” You protested, peeking out to see only the other three standing together. You felt your stomach drop before seeing Allison aim. You looked over at her right as a hand reached out for her and knocked her to the ground. “What the-“
You felt someone flip you over their shoulder, and next thing you knew, you were lying on the floor gasping for the air that got knocked out of you.
“Hey!” Stiles shouted before Isaac sent him flying backwards into the wall. He groaned as he hit the floor. He looked up to see Isaac was making his way back to you. “Now, Y/N! Use your magic now!”
You smiled. The energy you’d been pushing down since that morning all rushed into you within milliseconds. It was a different sensation than before; your hands no longer misted and your chest didn’t feel as heavy. This was less overwhelming and less powerful but easier to control. It wasn’t coming from a place of emotions, you’d consciously summoned the magic.
“Y-your eyes are glowing green!” Stiles called, worried it was a bad sign.
“You sure want a round two, Lahey?” You smirked, hopping back onto your feet. “You weren’t much of a match this morning. What changed?”
“I’m actually trying to hurt you now,” He smiled before lunging at you. You held out your hand, focusing on and sent him flying back.
“This is you trying? How cute!” You laughed, looking at Allison and motioning upstairs with your head. She nodded and ran up. “Go.”
He growled with frustration before jumping on his feet and running towards you. You put your hand up but he dodged the force you sent his way. Your eyes widened before you jumped out of his way, kicking off of a nearby wall and running around him. He was right on your heels though. You thought you’d successfully dodged him before you felt his hand grab a fistful of you hair and pull you back, sending your body flying towards the front door. You grunted before looking up to see you’d landed between Erica’s legs.
“And you call yourself a witch,” She sneered, lifting you up by your shirt and holding you in the air. “Where is she?”
“Who? You’re gonna have to be a little more specific. There are a few women here,” You smiled.
She frowned before launching you into the dining room table. You felt the wood break against your back as you flew into it. You groaned again, feeling the pain erupt in your ribs as you rolled on your side. You coughed as you sat up, seeing dribbles of blood fly from your lips. Erica giggled before slowly making her way back to you. She pushed your shoulder back into the broken table, making you hiss from pain.
“I’m gonna ask you one more time. And if you don’t answer me, well,” She hovered above you and looked to her left. You saw Isaac holding his claws up to Stiles’ neck, similar to the way Peter held Kate in her last moments. “We kill him.”
You felt your chest tighten with anxiety before a wave of anger settled into your chest. Before you knew it, you felt the familiar black mist take over your mind one again. Your eyes no longer shine green; instead, they were now completely dark, the black covering even the whites in your eyes. Your hands began to mist and the pain in your body subsided into nothingness as magic pumped powerfully through every vein in your body.
“That little magic trick with your eyes doesn’t scare me, princess. Where is she?” Erica purred. “WHERE IS SH-“
She grabbed at her throat as she tried to choke in some air. You stared blankly at her, not moving a muscle as you lifted her and launched her backwards with lethal force. Your eyes snapped towards the claws that teased at your boyfriend’s flesh. Isaac’s eyes widened with fear before his wrist snapped backwards, touching the back of his forearm. He screeched in pain and dropped to the ground, gripping his arm.
“Okay, Y/N! That’s enough!” Stiles cried as you walked toward Isaac. You looked up blankly before fixing your gaze on the boy whimpering on the floor again. “Y/N! Don’t!”
You lifted your hand, not knowing exactly what force would come out, wanting nothing more than to see the boy who threatened your boyfriend dead, when out of the corner of your eye, you saw Erica run up stairs. Your head snapped her way before running towards the stairs to stop her from finding Lydia.
“Scott!” Stiles breathed as he saw his best friend run into the dining room. “She’s out of control again!”
“Who? Lydia?!” He asked, looking over to see you running up the stairs. “Oh shit..”
Scott didn’t hesitate to follow you, jumping over the rubble and onto the stairs. He grabbed your arm and pulled you back. He almost gasped at the sight of your eyes; completely overtaken by darkness, ready to kill.
“Let go of me! She’s going after Allison!”
Allison. He faltered; every cell in his body was telling him to go protect his girlfriend. But something told him that if he left you in this state, you’d kill Derek’s pack without hesitation. He smelled your craving to kill; there was a chance you wouldn’t just stop with his pack. Morally, he couldn’t leave you alone, regardless of Allison’s dangerous situation.
“Look at me!” He shouted, showing his golden eyes.
“Let go!” You pleaded.
“I SAID LOOK AT ME!” He roared. Your body instantly stopped fighting his grip, relaxing into his touch as you looked into his eyes. “Snap out of it! Fight it! You’re stronger than this.”
He watched as the whites of your eyes and your Y/E/C orbs returned to normal. You gasped before blinking in confusion, looking around at your surroundings.
“You good?” He asked urgently.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m good,” You nodded before looking towards his room. “Oh my god, Allison. Erica was-”
“Go find Stiles, I got Al,” He ordered before running off.
You slowly made your way back downstairs, grabbing at your throbbing ribs as you hobbled into the entryway. You quickly found your boyfriend, hovering over Isaac. They both looked up at you as you walked into the dining room. Your heart sank at the look of fear they both gave you. What have you done?
You awkwardly wrapped your arms around yourself, opening your mouth to say something before hearing Scott come back downstairs with Erica dangled limply on his shoulder. He grabbed the collar of Isaac’s shirt before opening the door and throwing them both out of the house. Allison and Stiles both followed Scott out but you hesitated, not knowing if they wanted to be near you. You didn’t even want to be near you.
Stiles noticed your hesitation and reached out his hand, inviting you to come with him. You looked at it before back into his warm gaze, taking his hand into yours as he guided you onto the porch. The four of you looked down at Derek proudly.
“I think I’m finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott,” The Alpha spoke. “You’re not an Omega. You’re already an Alpha of your own pack… But you know you can’t beat me.”
“I can hold you off until the cops get here,” Scott responded as distant sirens grew louder. Footsteps scurried along the roof, catching everyone’s attention. You all ran out from under the roof to catch a glimpse of the Kanima. It looked over at you all and screeched before running off. You felt Stiles grab your waist and pull you in subconsciously.
Lydia’s heels clanked on the ground as she ran out of the house.
“Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on!?” She demanded.
“…It’s Jackson,” Scott muttered.
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Heartache No More - Derek Hale
Derek x Fem!reader Stilinski
Warnings: none
Word count: 1,175
Requested: Hiii I was wondering if I could request a Derek Hale x Stilinski!reader where she is in love with Derek but he is always rejecting her and breaking her heart but with a happy ending. - @espacioytiempo
Authors Note: I love happy endings cause in life they are rare.
Masterlist
Teen Wolf Masterlist
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“Hey.” Stiles greeted as he walked into the kitchen seeing his sister already in there. “You coming to the pack meeting tonight?”
Y/n didn’t look up as she shrugged when she answered, trying to focus on the pizza in front of her. “I don’t know.”
“Oh come on. It’s at Derek’s loft if that changes your mind.” Stiles nudged her with a teasing smile. He knew about her crush and it took him a while to be on board but he supported it now.
Y/n let out a sigh putting her slice down on her plate. “Actually it just really makes me want to stay home this time.”
“Oh, come on. You are in love with the Sourwolf. Don’t you want to see him?” Stiles questioned, he couldn’t believe that his sister would pass up seeing her crush. Not possible. “Hey. Concerned brother here. What's going on?” he asked now very concerned about his twin sister.
“I gave up Stiles.” She told him dropping her shoulders and she hung her head. Defeated.
NOw Stiles was confused and concerned. “Gave up on what?”
Y/n turned her head, lifting it up to look at him. “Derek’s never gonna love me back.”
“You don’t know that-” Stiles shook his head but Y/n stopped him from continuing.
“Yes. I do, Stiles. He’s even said it. To my face. I need to quit before I cause myself anymore heartache.” Y/n told him looking him right in the eyes.
“Y/n-” Stiles hated seeing the hope leave her eyes but he felt helpless to change it. But he had to try.
“No Stiles. I can’t keep putting my heart through this.” She shook her head, eyes watering and voice cracking. She couldn’t go. No matter how much she wanted to go to the meeting and no matter how much she felt for Derek. She couldn’t go this time. Y/n wiped her eyes and gave a cough to straighten out her voice before she grabbed her plate and went to head upstairs. “I’ll see you in the morning. I’m gonna head to bed early.”
After seeing the tears run down her cheeks and hearing her voice crack Stiles didn’t push any further. “Night.”
After that Stiles ate a couple slices of the pizza before leaving to head to the loft for the pack meeting. But he was pissed about the crap Sourwolf was putting his sister through, and he wished he could’ve stayed home with her. But he needed to go and maybe he could give Derek a piece of his mind.
It wasn’t long after everyone arrived and were just chilling and hanging out, but Derek noticed the whole time who was missing. And it bothered him.
“Where’s your sister?” Derek asked Stiles as they both entered the kitchen.
“She’s not coming.” Stiles stated roughly not sparing him a glance.
“How come?” Derek asked again this time turning to fully put all his attention on Stiles’ next words with a furrowed brow.
“She’s tired of getting rejected by you. She is tired of putting her heart out on the line and it getting crushed every single time. By you.” Stiles told him turning to face the taller man who had been hurting his sister's heart as of late.
“Stiles-”
“No. I don’t want to hear it. You keep breaking my sister's heart. Toying with it, leading her on. So lay off, okay? She’s trying to move on so let her.” Stiles stepped up to Derek, he didn’t care if he knew he’d lose. This was his sister they were talking about.
Stiles stared Derek down for a bit before he shook his head deciding to head back to the others in the main room of the loft. But Derek spoke up before he could fully leave the kitchen. “An what if I do feel the same?”
Stiles let out a sigh turning halfway to look over at the Sourwolf. He knew Y/n loved Derek more than she let on, maybe he could help. God, he hopes this doesn’t backfire. “Then do something about it.”
“I don’t want her to get hurt because of me.” he admitted not proud of himself for how he’d been treating Y/n as of late. But people around him get hurt and he didn’t want Y/n to be one of them.
“You’re already hurting her. What's the difference?” Stiles shrugged. Physical hurt could be fixed. Emotional? Not so easy to fix.
^ ^ ^
“Stiles, you forget your key?” Y/n yelled as she got off the couch and headed to the front door. Upon opening it though she was shocked to see Derek Hale. That and a couple of other emotions came to the surface. “Oh. It’s you.”
“Can I come in?” Derek asked with his hands in his pockets looking sheepish.
“Why?” Y/n crossed her arms around her body, acting almost as a shield.
Which Derek noticed right away and it made him feel even more guilty. “I’d like to explain myself.”
“Derek, I’m done with whatever this is, or was.” Y/n stated as she went to shut the door, Derek rushed up the steps placing a hand on the door to stop it.
“Please. Just one last chance, and I’ll explain everything.” he pleaded with her, giving her a desperate look. One not many saw on him.
“Fine. One last chance.” Y/n gave in opening the door so he could enter.
It didn’t take long for them to sit down and get to the point. Derek told her everything about why he pushed her away but couldn’t keep with it. Now he was waiting for her reaction and response.
“So, it’s all because you were afraid to hurt me?” Y/n asked for clarification squinting his way.
“Yes.” he nodded giving her an answer.
“Do you realize that things done and said by you hurt me more than anything else could?” Y/n told him more than asked. There was hurt in her voice that Derek could hear without his enhanced hearing.
“I do, and I’m sorry.” Derek nodded apologetically, he did think he was doing the right thing in the beginning.
Y/n scoffed shaking her head. “Derek, it's not as easy as just saying you're sorry.”
“I realize that and I will work for your forgiveness if you allow me to.” he had the softest look on his face hoping and praying she’d give him another chance.
Y/n sat there for a minute thinking over his offer. All the pros and cons and what her heart and brain were telling her. Y/n let out a sigh, looking him in the eyes. “One last chance, Derek. Only one Because I can’t keep letting my heartbreak like this.”
Derek nodded relieved letting out a breath of relief smiling. “One last chance is all I need.”
“I hope so.” Y/n gave him a small smile. Hoping she wasn’t setting herself up for more heartache. Heartache no more is what she was hoping for.
Leprechaun Traps - Stiles Stilinski
Stiles x Fem!reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 266
Summary: With it being St. Patrick's day Y/n realizes just how much she misses the activities they use to do in Elementary school.
Authors Note: Just 4 fun and I miss those days. The fun crafts you got to do in school when you were younger.
Masterlist
Teen Wolf Masterlist
Holiday Masterlist
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“How come we don’t do any fun holiday crafts in class anymore?” Y/n asked her boyfriend as they lazed around in his room.
“What do you mean?” Stiles asked turning around in his desk chair to look at her expecting an explanation.
“I mean it’s St. Patrick's Day and what did we do? The same old crap! Back in elementary school, we use to have a party and do crafts. Whatever happened to all that? What we move up a grade and that means fun activities have to stop? That's not fair.” Y/n ranted truly missing the fun activities from back in middle school.
“I get what you mean. An no its not fair.” Stiles smiled at her.
“No, its not.” Y/n sighed frustrated. She got up to sit on Stiles lap before continuing. “Remember when we got to make those leprechaun traps that one year?”
“Yeah, that was a lot of fun.” he stated while wrapping his arms around her waist.
“That was a blast!” she laughed
“You really miss it don’t you?” Stiles asked Y/n seeing the look in her eyes.
“Yeah.” Y/n sighed a little sad but also happy at the memories. Leaning in to hug him.
“Hey! Lets make a leprechaun trap and sit it up ourselves.” Stiles suggested hopping to cheer her up and being honest he misses those fun activities as well.
“Really?” she asked with excitement obvious in her voice.
“Yes, really.” Stiles smiled at her excitement.
“Your the best Stiles.” Y/n stated with a big smile leaning down to kiss him happily.
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「one year anniversary gone wrong 」 Stiles Stilinski x F!reader
Requested by @krissyiscomingforyou 🩷
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You knew it was a bad idea when Stiles proposed it: as romantic as a date far enough to look down at the city lights is, with his jeep you knew there was going to be some problems... like, for example, it breaking down without any warning just as you were about to end your date.
"Stiles, I'm going to kill you" you say and if looks could kill he would certainly be dead. Your reaction is excused tho, you're in the middle of nowhere, without appropriate clothes for the cold autumn night that is coming and without a car that could take you back home.
He doesn't look at you, one because he's focused on looking at the jeep's motor in fake, deep concentration, and two because he doesn't feel like seeing your death stare directed at him. "Now you're being dramatic" he says while walking back to the passengers seat to take the toolbox and the torch. "Could you help me with this?" he asks giving you the light and you sigh while nodding your head.
As Stiles begins to move what seems very important parts of the car around you look warily at him, "not that i don't trust you, but do you know what you're doing?" you ask and he briefly looks at you sheepishly.
"yeah well, not really... but maybe by tentatives something will change...? i think?" he says and you can't help the smile that grows on your lips, after all, the night was perfect: Stiles prepared a wonderful but simple night under the stars with take out food from your favourite restaurant, candle lights and fluffy blankets to keep you warm... you don't feel like putting a bad mood between you two for a small accident that is not even his fault. You move the light to illuminate better the place he is working on.
"One would think that after all the times this car broke down you would become a pro at repairing it" you tease and he chuckles.
"Roscoe has a new problem everyday, it's hard to keep up, you know?" you chuckle at that and you both stay silent for half an hour expect for suggesting new things to try out.
"I'm gonna try to call your dad, maybe he can come pick us up" you propose while taking out your phone only to find out that there is no signal. You don't worry about your parents, you already told them you would be spending the night at Stiles' house and you're glad at least them won't have an heart attack tonight. "No signal... fuck, what should we do? the city is too far to go back walking" you say worried, being trapped near a forest in Beacon Hills in the middle of the night is not on your wish list.
He sighs annoyed and closes the dashboard of the car with more force than necessary. "No it wouldn't be safe" he says in contemplation while looking around, his lips pursued and brows furrowed. "I'm sorry, this is not how the night was supposed to end" he says disappointed and you hurry to walk to stand before him. The thumb of your free hand smoothes the furrowed slit between his brows to make it disappear.
"Don't worry about it Sti, it's not your fault" you kiss his lips briefly before caressing his cold cheek softly. "We could sleep in the back seats for tonight and tomorrow morning we'll try to start the car again" you propose and his hands wraps around your waist even if his eyes don't meet yours, clearly still disappointed by how the night ended.
"We don't have many other choices, do we?" he looks at the car like it just betrayed him in the worst way possible.
"Glaring at it will not make it work, baby" you say laughing while wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Maybe not, but it doesn't hurt to try" Stiles answers immediately and his hands slips in the back pockets of your denim skirt as he turns his head to look at you. "I'm really, really sorry baby, this wasn't suppo-" you interrupt him with a kiss.
"Stop apologizing." your assertive tone shuts him up "this night has been far too perfect to be mad at you... or at your Jeep" he smiles at that and connects your lips together in a sweet kiss.
"Happy one year anniversary" he mumbles and you smile, you're so in love with him.
"Happy anniversary, Sti'" your smile makes him grin. "How about we try get some sleep?"
Stiles hesitates for a few seconds before nodding his agreement. "Yeah...yeah okay, you're right, let's just hope the backseat is big enough for two people" he says, trying to keep his voice cheerful which only makes it sound bitter.
"it was big enough when we had fun last night" you tease and Stiles genuinely chuckles while opening the backdoor and motions you to get in first.
"maybe we should stop having sex in my jeep, it might have broken down because we went too hard in it" he says as he climbs in after you so that your back is pressed to his chest and his legs are on either side of you, his back against the door.
"yeah sure, thats the only plausible reason" you scoff as Stiles covers your body with the fluffy blanket he brought.
"you have a better theory?" he asks wrapping his arms around you, his warmth slowly creeping up on your cold body and you move backwards to try and get more contact between him and your body.
"I might have a few here, listen: dead battery, faulty spark plugs or coil, flooded engine-"
"Ok stop, you're turning me on right now" he whispers against the back of your neck and you chuckle at that, pushing your body further against his.
"ew, that's weird!" you answer.
"How is that weird? You're listing out car parts that tone of voice! how do you expect me to react?" he asks, holding you tighter against his chest.
"what tone of voice?" you ask confused.
"you know the little know-it-all super sexy tone you use? When you're acting all sassy and sarcastic to correct me on something..." he says with a smile and you can feel his lips brush against your ear as he talks making you shiver.
"so... womansplaining? does that even exist?" you ask and your hand goes to his cheek to keep him there.
"mhmh yeah" he says nuzzling his face on your hand, you can feel his lips on your palm and you move your fingers against the curve of his face gently "I call it sassyplaining but whatever works" he murmurs into your skin, his lips moving to your wrist.
You giggle "i don't know if I should feel flattered or offended."
"why would you feel offended?" he asks pressing a kiss to your pulse point "it's a compliment, it means that you're a smart, know-it-all, sexy and confident woman, what's not to like?" his nose travels up your neck and then he plants a kiss right behind your ear.
"uhm, the fact that you just called me 'little know-it all'? maybe? It's not exactly a compliment."
"little as in cute," he clarifies against the skin of your neck while he moves to kiss and nibble at a sensitive spot that makes your breath hitch, "the know-it-all as in super hot" he says while his hand slips between your naked thighs to warm his hand up.
"You're cold." you squirm uncomfortably against your boyfriend but he doesn't budge."
"I know! And you're like my personal heater baby, move closer, please" he says wrapping his arms around your torso in a tight embrace before pulling you flush up against his chest.
You huff but comply as you sit still between your boyfriend's legs and rest your head on his shoulder.
"we should sleep" you mumble while wrapping your arms around the arm that is circling your shoulders and chest to curl up on him.
"yeah yeah, I know" he mumbled as he plants a kiss to the top of your head before resting his cheek on it, his free arm tucks the blanket tighter around your body, making sure there is no cold spot between the two of you. "Good night baby" he says softly against your hair and you let out a hum of agreement.
"good night Sti" you reply before slowly drifting off to the comfort of his body against yours.
The next morning you're woken up by a loud voice. You're still on the passengers seat of your boyfriend's Jeep, the blanket is draped over you and Stiles jacket is under your head as a make shift pillow. Still half-asleep you stretch and sit up while rubbing your eyes, your neck is stiff and your entire body is sore and aching from the uncomfortable positions you slept in.
You look out of the car, much to your relief you're not on the cliff anymore and you recognize Stiles house right away. Your eyes move to the porch and you see Stiles with- oh, his dad... his dad with a really angry expression on his face and an accusatory pointed finger pressed to his son's chest.
You hurry to get down from the car to help your poor boyfriend.
"Dad I swear the car bro-" Stiles tries to explain but before he can say anything the Sheriff interrupts him with a scoff.
"Your car 'broke down' in the middle of nowhere while you were on a date with your girlfriend? just like yesterday? very convenient, do you think I'm that stupid?
"okay, last time was a lie but I'm telling the truth now!" Stiles explains.
"okay Stiles that's it, I'm taking the Jeep keys away."
Stiles gasps in disbelief "you can't do that! I need the car!"
"I can and I will, if your Jeep decides to magically break down every time you and your girlfriend are alone" the Sheriff says with an angry tone.
"sir I promise it's the truth!" you intervene as you reach them.
The Sheriff looks at you, still tired and wrapped in the blanket you slept with. He looks displeased at both of you for a few seconds before letting out a heavy sigh and pinching the bridge of nose between his fingers. "Please tell me you're telling the truth and the Jeep really broke down in the middle of nowhere last night" he says clearly tired of his son's antics.
"it's true, we didn't want to walk in the dark in the middle of the forest and decided to sleep in the car, I promise" you answer and the Sheriff sighs again at your words while looking at his son with a disapproving look.
"I swear to God if I find out that you two lied to me and you just wanted to-" but before he can finish the sentence Stiles interrupts him with a horrified look on his face.
"Dad! Can you please stop here?" Stiles begs with burning red ears.
He look at you again suspiciously before closing his eyes, he doesn't have any proof you're lying, after all. "...Alright, I believe you" he finally says and Stiles scoffs.
"Seriously?! You believe her over me?!" he asks and you suppress the smile that is growing on your face.
"Yes, because she doesn't lie to me almost every week" his dad replies and his son whispers a small 'unbelievable'
"No you're unbelievable" the Sheriff responds "You're still grounded: no Jeep, outside school's uses and no girlfriend."
"WHAT?!" both you and Stiles exclaims at the same time, the only difference is that his voice comes as whiny and desperate while yours is just shocked surprise.
"keep going and it will be two weeks."
"Dad c'mon-" Stiles protests but you quickly interrupt him.
"Stiles shut up, now." you glare at him.
"but he-"
"Stiles! Shut. Up." He looks at you with betrayed eyes but closes his mouth nonetheless, arms crosses to his chest like a child.
"I swear it won't happen again, Sir, we're both really sorry... right Stiles?" you nudge his shoulder with yours.
"yes, it won't happen again and yes, we're sorry" he repeats back while not looking at neither you or his father, still sulking with his arms crossed to his chest.
"Good, at least one of you is being mature" he says while nodding his head and then he finally turns to go at the front door. "Now, take her back home and come here immediately, if you're not here again in 30 minutes it will be not one, not two but three weeks" he orders his son before walking into the house and closing the door behind himself.
Stiles glares at the door for a second before he turns to look at you and sighs "three weeks, can you believe this?" he says shaking his head like he just got betrayed in the worst way possible.
"if we hurry it will be only one, come on!" you drag him by his hand towards his car.
He groans, clearly still annoyed by the situation and you can see that he's dying to protest but he only opens the door of the car. "Yeah let's just get it over with" he mumbles in irritation while you hop on.
At the end, Stiles got three weeks of detention because, of course, the 'see you on Monday at school' kiss turned into a whole make-out session in the back seats that lasted more than 20 minutes.
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Thinking of Stiles who's love language is... everything? he excels in each of the 5 types.
Stiles who compliments you on something everyday, it could be your hair, face, outfit, intelligence but he will for sure appreciate something about you and he means every single one of them.
Stiles who loves to touch you: he tucks your hair behind your ear, lays a hand on the small of your back to gently guide you somewhere, on your thigh while he drives and you're next to him and that always sleeps with at least one arm around you.
Stiles who likes to have you in his room while he solves the umpteenth supernatural case, you don't even have to help him: you can do your own things like reading, studying or even sleep! He just appreciate to have you near him all the time, every moment spent with you is quality time to him.
Stiles who's in front of your house every morning before school to pick you up, he doesn't care if you have a car or if you live on the other side of the city, he. is. there.
Stiles who starts to think about the Christmas or birthday gifts for you months before and he eats every single time: during the year he takes notes of anything you mention that you like or would like to have and boom, you have it. At some point it became a one-side competition for you on who can give the best gift to the other, he beats you every time without even knowing it.
you guys asked me to draw badass!Stiles and I drew kid!Stiles, sorry) next time I try harder haha