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Seriously, you again, reading a fic about a person who doesn't even know you exist,OR WORST,doesn't even exist........same thing sis. Keep reading
The Opposite - Stiles x Reader
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Prompt: You arrived to Beacon Hills 6 months ago with Jackson, you’re now co-Alpha to the McCall pack. When you met Stiles you liked his sarcasm but after 6 months you began to grow feeling toward him. Situations arrive and you finally get the opportunity to tell him how you feel.
Warning: Smut, slight dom!Stiles, blood, violence and BAMF!
Notes: Stiles is darker than normal after the nogistune so if you thinks he’s OC don’t read.
ENJOY!!
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You stormed up to the door of the loft, heels clicking as you walked. The boys were following closely behind you, the group consisting of Stiles, Scott, Liam, Isaac, Mason, Jackson and Cory. You slid the door open angrily, your glare set firmly in place as you stormed down the steps.
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Memory Found - Soulmate AU Masterlist
Summary: In a world where soulmates exist, werewolves and banshees are also a thing. At 18, soulmates can share past memories between each other. But here’s the thing. You just turned 18. And the memories you’re seeing make no sense. You can’t remember any of them.
Why is it so painful? It was supposed to help soulmates finding peace, finding each other. But why are you crying every night when a new memory is played instead of the usual dreams?You are in each one of them. In every memory. Right beside a boy… A boy you seem to be friend with. A boy with honey eyes and moles. A boy that makes you smile. A boy every single one of your friends seems to like. But why can’t you remember these memories? And why can’t anybody remembers him?
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Teen Wolf Rewrite Masterlist
As requested by @i-hab-stick (who is so sweet thank you so much for your comment 🥺) here’s a masterlist for the TW series! I will obviously add more links once the new parts come out 🥰
Season One
Episode 1: Wolf Moon Part One, Part Two
Episode 2: Second Chance at First Line Part One, Part Two
Episode 3: Pack Mentality
Episode 4: Magic Bullet
Episode 5: The Tell Part One, Part Two
Episode 6: Heart Monitor
Episode 7: Night School Part One, Part Two
Episode 8: Lunatic
Episode 9: Wolf’s Bane
Episode 10: Co-Captain
Episode 11: Formality
Episode 12: Code Breaker
Season Two
Episode 1: Omega Part One, Part Two
Episode 2: Shape Shifted
Episode 3: Ice Pick
Episode 4: Abomination coming soon!
Episode 5: Venomous
Episode 6: Frenemy
Episode 7: Restraint
Episode 8: Raving
Episode 9: Party Guessed
Episode 10: Fury
Episode 11: Battlefield
Episode 12: Master Plan
would anyone be interested if i write teen wolf rewrite, maybe?
Hi wonderful people! i’m so sorry for leaving you guys, for so long! i started working.
i didn’t expect to get likes on ‘how wants a rewrite on Teen wolf’ , good news, i did already start writing ,a few chapter are already done! but i need answers!
- 1ste person point of view or 3rd?
that all, haha!
Fuck me like you mad at me baby
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Oh my God. He's so hot. He's literally so fucking hot I literally have trouble breathing. Help me he is so hot. Lord I swear if that man would give me a chance I'd suck his dick until the skin falls off and my organs collapse yes indeedly.
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HEY BABIES
eee im new n i wanna write stuff so help me n request if u miraculously see this.
i'll do:
Harry Potter:
• Marauders Era (Includes: James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, Regulus and maybe others)
• Golden Trio Era (Includes: Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione and maybe others)
• Next Gen (Includes: Scorpius, Teddy and maybe others)
Throne of Glass:
• Dorian Havilliard
• Some of the Cadre (Includes: Rowan, Lorcan, Fenrys, Gavriel)
• Aedion Ashryver
• Aelin Galathynius
• Elide Lochan
• Chaol Westfall
• Probably others too (just ask if they aren't on the list)
ACOTAR:
• Cassian
• Azriel
• Rhysand
• Feyre
• Mor
• Amren
• Nesta
• Elain
• Probably others too (just ask if they aren't on the list)
OBX:
• JJ Maybank
• Kiara Carrera
• Pope Heyward
• Probably others too (just ask if they aren't on the list)
Teen Wolf:
• Stiles Stilinski
• Scott McCall
• Lydia Martin
• Allison Argent
• Liam Dunbar
• Theo Raeken
• Isaac Lahey
• Probably others too (just ask if they aren't on the list)
Other:
• If what you want isnt on these lists, just ask anyway, I may or may not do it anyway, but these are my oreffered characters to write for ❤🧡❤
Teen Wolf Masterlist
This is the official Teen Wolf masterlist for this blog! This is new territory for me, but feel free to send in any requests! I love this show and I’m excited to write for it!
Some characters I write for (subject to change)
Headcanons
Derek defending Reader b/c of their Quietness
Writings
Taking a Break (Isaac Lahey)
Stiles having a Crush on Reader
Stuck in a Loop (Stiles Stilinski)
I’m still watching the show, but just know I’m currently obsessed with Teen Wolf! Characters can be platonic or romantic, unless stated otherwise. Here’s a list of the characters I’m willing to write for:
Stiles Stilinski (👹👹)
Scott McCall
Allison Argent
Lydia Martin
Isaac Lahey
Malia Tate
Derek Hale
Kira Yukimura
Noah Stilinski (Platonic)
Melissa McCall (Platonic)
Chris Argent (Platonic)
Coach Finstock (Platonic)
If there are any other characters that are not listed, I’m most likely willing to write for them! Characters can be added to this list the more I write for them :D
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.
Taglist: @padawancat97
I'M GOING TO LOSE MY SHIT! ALL I WANT IS A TEEN WOLF REWRITE (And/Or Story) WHERE THE READER DOESN'T END UP WITH STILES! DOESN'T END UP WITH DEREK! THERE ARE OTHER FUCKING CHARACTERS ON THE SHOW! DID WE NOT WATCH THE SAME SHOW PEOPLE! MY GOD!!
Right. Now, don't get me wrong, I love Derek and I love Stiles but no one gives the other characters any type of attention. Look at Scott. Scott's the main character and he barely gets anything. That's a problem! Not only that but people are always hating on him...for what?!
I'M GOING TO LOSE MY SHIT! ALL I WANT IS A TEEN WOLF REWRITE (And/Or Story) WHERE THE READER DOESN'T END UP WITH STILES! DOESN'T END UP WITH DEREK! THERE ARE OTHER FUCKING CHARACTERS ON THE SHOW! DID WE NOT WATCH THE SAME SHOW PEOPLE! MY GOD!!
AND ANOTHER THING! WHY ARE THERE NO FANFICTIONS ABOUT THE FEMALES IN THE SHOW?
YOU MIGHT FIND A FEW FOR A MALE OC OR A MALE READER, BUT FOR US FEMALES WHO LIKE THE FEMALES, WE GET BEST FRIENDS, SISTERS, COUSINS.
I DON'T WANNA BE THEIR FRIEND/SISTER/COUSIN! I WANNA BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH THEM! Y'ALL DO THIS FOR ANY OTHER FANDOM BUT NOT THIS ONE, HUH?!
I'M GOING TO LOSE MY SHIT! ALL I WANT IS A TEEN WOLF REWRITE (And/Or Story) WHERE THE READER DOESN'T END UP WITH STILES! DOESN'T END UP WITH DEREK! THERE ARE OTHER FUCKING CHARACTERS ON THE SHOW! DID WE NOT WATCH THE SAME SHOW PEOPLE! MY GOD!!
a little fashion show
kinktober, day four
a/n: bro, the amount of time this idea has been in the notes app on my phone....
warnings: stiles stilinski x reader, smut, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, trying on lingerie, teasing, flashing, kissing
word count: 990
∼ gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here ∽
masterlist | join my taglist | kinktober 2023
“Who was at the door?” Stiles asked as your giddy form appeared in the doorway to your room once more.
“The mailman,” you giggled, unable to contain your excitement, “and look!”
“You got a package!” not getting as revved up in the excitement as you were, he nonchalantly pointed out the parcel in your palms, “oh, cool!”
“Not just any package, only the one I’ve been waiting about a billion years to arrive,” you shut the door behind you, gazing down at the bundle in your hands with heart-shaped eyes, “you don’t mind if I just try this stuff on right now, do you? I just don’t know if I can wait till you leave.”
Discretely readjusting in his comfortable seat on your mattress, he waved a hand, “no, no, it’s fine.”
“Really? Great!” you squealed, digging your fingers into the opening of the package, “you can help me see if any of it doesn’t suit me or fit right, give you a little fashion show and everything.”
“Alright, sure,” he agreed with a soft chuckle as you disappeared behind the wide bookcase that acted as a divider in the middle of your room.
After changing into the first item, you couldn’t stop yourself from springing back out, arms raised high above your head as you sang, “tada! What do you think?”
“Wow, oh, wow,” you watched Stiles eyes grow wide as they landed on the extremely short nightgown hanging around your form, “that’s-, that’s-…”
“It’s cute, isn’t it?” you turned your back to your stunned friend to glance at yourself in the mirror, “the floral pattern especially.”
Gaze tracing your hands as they played with the tiny skirt, “y-yeah, it is,” you just barely managed to catch sight of his reflection discreetly move one of your pink pillows over his lap, “it’s good, you should definitely keep that one.”
You hadn’t thought that his blush could have gotten any worse, but evidently, as you soon pranced out clad in the next thing, it very much could.
“What about this one?” you innocently observed the lingerie set in the long mirror, turning a bit to see how the high-waisted, black underwear hugged your bottom, “do you think it fits alright?”
Looking like a broken PlayStation 2 game you’d have to pull out and blow on, Stiles simply hummed, “huh?”
“I just feel like if I jump around or bend over in this, the girls are just gonna spill out,” your nose crinkled as your fingertips ghosted over the cups of the matching bra.
“I mean,” he blinked hazily, “you could test it out, if you want.”
Obliging twice, jumping gently in place, the squint to your eye didn’t fade away as not only you observed how your boobs jiggled in the cups, “hm, I don’t know, maybe one of the ones that has a different cut then this one…”
Peeping through the shy slivers of the bookcase, you bit down on your smirk as you watched the trouble you’d stirred up on the other side. As you slid off the black number, daringly arching your back and purposefully sticking your butt out far enough for him to catch a glimpse, you spotted how a string of your want clung to the panties as you dragged the down your legs.
If this last one wasn’t gonna do the trick, make the guy you’d had a crush on forever fess up and make a move, then you didn’t know what would.
Pink, skimpy and sheer, your pebbly nipples weren’t the only thing on full display as the see-through thong also made your puffy pussylips no secret to anyone.
Your pace as you returned to the mirror was purposefully slow, not looking to Stiles even once as you felt your desperation for him soak the pretty garments.
“T-that-, yeah,” his fluttering eyes were trained on your bare bottom, “that’s nice.”
“Yeah?” you still didn’t dare to look at him, “you think so?”
“Mhm,” he nearly groaned.
Grazing your touch ever so lightly over the elastic edges, you uttered, “you really think it’s pretty?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Stiles,” you sucked in a deep breath and gathered up the courage through the pumping adrenalin of being so exposed before your crush, “can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” flowed from his lips nearly instantly.
“Would you have sex with me?”
The room was dead silent a moment before Stiles choked, “what?”
“Would you fuck me?” you rephrased, still not looking back at him in the refection.
“Would I-… I’m sorry, what?”
“Would you fuck me?” gnawing at your bottom lips, you finally turned to face him, “because I kinda really like you, like a lot,” your feet slowly carried you closer to where he sat, “and I don’t know, I’m sorry, am I being too forward? Is this too much? Do you not like me in that way? Because I totally get it if you do, I’m really sorry for everything. I thought you’d picked up on the hints I’ve been dropping for a while now and that you-”
“I do like you!” he rushed to cut off your concern, “I-I-, yes,” seizing your hand in his as he emphasized, “yes.”
“Yes or yes?” you asked, eyes flickering to the pillow hiding his own excitement.
“Yes,” he nodded, swiftly tugging you down in his lap before you could withdraw your proposal.
An airy whimper escaped your lips as he then kissed you, your whole body feeling like puddy in his grasp. Drawing back a moment from his long-awaited pecks, you found yourself offering bashfully, “you know, I could also just give you a handjob or blow you or something if you’re not-”
Using his leverage, he suddenly flung you down against the mattress, effectively cutting your suggestion off as he scurried to hover above you, an earnest grin adorning his lips as he then exclaimed “oh my god, just shut up and let me screw my best friend.”
© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble
a little fashion show
kinktober, day four
a/n: bro, the amount of time this idea has been in the notes app on my phone....
warnings: stiles stilinski x reader, smut, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, trying on lingerie, teasing, flashing, kissing
word count: 990
∼ gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here ∽
masterlist | join my taglist | kinktober 2023
“Who was at the door?” Stiles asked as your giddy form appeared in the doorway to your room once more.
“The mailman,” you giggled, unable to contain your excitement, “and look!”
“You got a package!” not getting as revved up in the excitement as you were, he nonchalantly pointed out the parcel in your palms, “oh, cool!”
“Not just any package, only the one I’ve been waiting about a billion years to arrive,” you shut the door behind you, gazing down at the bundle in your hands with heart-shaped eyes, “you don’t mind if I just try this stuff on right now, do you? I just don’t know if I can wait till you leave.”
Discretely readjusting in his comfortable seat on your mattress, he waved a hand, “no, no, it’s fine.”
“Really? Great!” you squealed, digging your fingers into the opening of the package, “you can help me see if any of it doesn’t suit me or fit right, give you a little fashion show and everything.”
“Alright, sure,” he agreed with a soft chuckle as you disappeared behind the wide bookcase that acted as a divider in the middle of your room.
After changing into the first item, you couldn’t stop yourself from springing back out, arms raised high above your head as you sang, “tada! What do you think?”
“Wow, oh, wow,” you watched Stiles eyes grow wide as they landed on the extremely short nightgown hanging around your form, “that’s-, that’s-…”
“It’s cute, isn’t it?” you turned your back to your stunned friend to glance at yourself in the mirror, “the floral pattern especially.”
Gaze tracing your hands as they played with the tiny skirt, “y-yeah, it is,” you just barely managed to catch sight of his reflection discreetly move one of your pink pillows over his lap, “it’s good, you should definitely keep that one.”
You hadn’t thought that his blush could have gotten any worse, but evidently, as you soon pranced out clad in the next thing, it very much could.
“What about this one?” you innocently observed the lingerie set in the long mirror, turning a bit to see how the high-waisted, black underwear hugged your bottom, “do you think it fits alright?”
Looking like a broken PlayStation 2 game you’d have to pull out and blow on, Stiles simply hummed, “huh?”
“I just feel like if I jump around or bend over in this, the girls are just gonna spill out,” your nose crinkled as your fingertips ghosted over the cups of the matching bra.
“I mean,” he blinked hazily, “you could test it out, if you want.”
Obliging twice, jumping gently in place, the squint to your eye didn’t fade away as not only you observed how your boobs jiggled in the cups, “hm, I don’t know, maybe one of the ones that has a different cut then this one…”
Peeping through the shy slivers of the bookcase, you bit down on your smirk as you watched the trouble you’d stirred up on the other side. As you slid off the black number, daringly arching your back and purposefully sticking your butt out far enough for him to catch a glimpse, you spotted how a string of your want clung to the panties as you dragged the down your legs.
If this last one wasn’t gonna do the trick, make the guy you’d had a crush on forever fess up and make a move, then you didn’t know what would.
Pink, skimpy and sheer, your pebbly nipples weren’t the only thing on full display as the see-through thong also made your puffy pussylips no secret to anyone.
Your pace as you returned to the mirror was purposefully slow, not looking to Stiles even once as you felt your desperation for him soak the pretty garments.
“T-that-, yeah,” his fluttering eyes were trained on your bare bottom, “that’s nice.”
“Yeah?” you still didn’t dare to look at him, “you think so?”
“Mhm,” he nearly groaned.
Grazing your touch ever so lightly over the elastic edges, you uttered, “you really think it’s pretty?”
“Y-yeah…”
“Stiles,” you sucked in a deep breath and gathered up the courage through the pumping adrenalin of being so exposed before your crush, “can I ask you something?”
“Anything,” flowed from his lips nearly instantly.
“Would you have sex with me?”
The room was dead silent a moment before Stiles choked, “what?”
“Would you fuck me?” you rephrased, still not looking back at him in the refection.
“Would I-… I’m sorry, what?”
“Would you fuck me?” gnawing at your bottom lips, you finally turned to face him, “because I kinda really like you, like a lot,” your feet slowly carried you closer to where he sat, “and I don’t know, I’m sorry, am I being too forward? Is this too much? Do you not like me in that way? Because I totally get it if you do, I’m really sorry for everything. I thought you’d picked up on the hints I’ve been dropping for a while now and that you-”
“I do like you!” he rushed to cut off your concern, “I-I-, yes,” seizing your hand in his as he emphasized, “yes.”
“Yes or yes?” you asked, eyes flickering to the pillow hiding his own excitement.
“Yes,” he nodded, swiftly tugging you down in his lap before you could withdraw your proposal.
An airy whimper escaped your lips as he then kissed you, your whole body feeling like puddy in his grasp. Drawing back a moment from his long-awaited pecks, you found yourself offering bashfully, “you know, I could also just give you a handjob or blow you or something if you’re not-”
Using his leverage, he suddenly flung you down against the mattress, effectively cutting your suggestion off as he scurried to hover above you, an earnest grin adorning his lips as he then exclaimed “oh my god, just shut up and let me screw my best friend.”
© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble
y/n: boy i can feel you staring scott: what no we arent *looks away* isaac: *looks away* stiles: just looking at an amazing view y/n: omg stiles!
Why couldn’t it be me?
in which Y/N loves Stiles but Stiles can’t find himself.
this is intentionally really short.
Stiles is a dick in this. Y/N isn’t exactly right either. basically; there’s some throwing of objects, sheriff stilinski is goated, mentions of sex nothing too wild though very vague.
Part 2 Is it me?
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you scared Stiles as you sat on his bed. he just came home from hanging out at Scott’s place so seeing you sitting on his navy blue comforter was a shock. you gasped as you stared at him.
“Stiles.” you smiled widely. “hi.” you dragged out the vowel, swinging your feet.
“…hey, Y/N/N, what are you doing here?” he hadn’t expected company tonight, especially you.
“your dad let me in.” you giggled. “did i ever tell you how much i love your dad. he’s so amazing.” you rambled dazedly.
“Y/N/N… are you drunk?”
“what? pshhh, no.” you laughed. “i’m offended you would think that Stiles.” you crossed your arms.
“ok, alright, let’s get you home.” he reached to help you up but you pulled away.
“no, Stiles, i wanna stay.” you pouted at him.
“Y/N.” he said sternly. “you’re drunk, you have to go home.”
“would you let Lydia stay.” it wasn’t a question, you knew he would.
“Lydia has nothing to do with this, lets go.”
“Lydia always has something to do with it.” you stared in his eyes. “wake up and smell the roses, Stiles, she doesn’t want you.” you instantly regretted what you said. you stood to reach for him. “Sti, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean that-”
“and you think i’d want you.” the malice was clear in his tone. your arm that reached toward him immediately retracted, that seemed to have sobered you up.
“oh.” that was the only thing that could escape your lips.
“i am so tired of this, Y/N.” you knew he was being serious, he never called you by your first name, it was always Y/N/N. “you come around just to tell me about your feelings and always blame it on it Lydia. wake up and the smell the roses Y/N/N.” he spat out the nickname. “i don’t want you.” your stare hardened and the words that fell from your lips spilled with venom.
“fuck you Stiles.” you backed yourself onto his desk and your fingers fell upon a mug filled with pens. you traced it lightly before picking it up and twirling it in your hand, the next thing Stiles knew it was flying past his head. the mug hit the wall with a thud, leaving a dent and fell the floor into pieces. “you act so fucking high and mighty.” you took a Star Wars figurine that was sitting next to his laptop and chucked it at him. “like you weren’t just begging to fuck me last week.” another object came flying at him, he ducked out of the way just in time.
“it’s all bullshit Y/N.” he rushed towards you and backed you against the desk, invading your personal space. “you wanna hear the fucking truth.” he was so close and you could feel his breath on your cheek. “you are so fucking easy.” tears welled up in your eyes. “you think you’re so special when all i have to do is put on an act about how much i need you and you’re ripping your top off like some goddamned slut.” a sob fell from your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut.
“let go of me, Stiles.” you tried to sound strong but your voice broke in the middle of the sentence.
“no, you think i’m all high and mighty, look at your goddamn self.”
“Stiles let go!” you whaled, breaking down.
“Stiles, what the hell is wrong with you.” Sheriff Stilinski stepped into the room, ripping Stiles off of you. you fell into his arms as you cried. “i got you, i got you.” kissing your forehead like he was your father.
“dad, she’s fine.” Stiles tried to justify.
“she’s fine!?” Sheriff Stilinski looked at his son like he didn’t know him. “you call this fine!?” you continued to shake in his arms sobs racking through you. “i’m going to take her home and when i come back you better be sitting on that goddamned couch with a handwritten formal apology.” Stiles watched as his dad left loading you into the car and driving down the road. but he couldn’t do anything, he felt like a stranger in his own house, trapped in his own mind. what you and his father didn’t know was Stiles was screaming for you to come back, ready to be on his knees begging for your forgiveness.
the real him.
Is it me?
in which they love each other.
part 2 to Why couldn’t it be me?
it has a little angst, nothing to bad tho but it gets so fluffy at the end. like grossly fluffy.
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so much had happened since that night. it was the last night Stiles had seen you in weeks. after Sheriff Stilinski drove you home you packed your things and just… disappeared. everyone tried contacting you. Scott, Lydia, Allison, Kira, even Isaac but no one could reach you. It’s like you had fallen off the face of the earth and Scott feared something had happened to you. no one had heard from you or knew where you were until that night. the night Allison died. you received all of their calls and voicemails, but never had the courage to call back. after you left you never planned to return but when you read Scott’s text about how Allison had died and he really needed you then - needed his best friend, his sister - you couldn’t avoid Beacon Hills any longer.
you showed up in his doorstep and the moment Scott opened the doors he fell into your arms. you let him sob into your chest until he couldn’t anymore. you two sat in his living room as he caught you up on everything and asked for your help.
“so… this entire time, it wasn’t Stiles?”
“no. it’s an evil spirit hiding in his body and Y/N/N, i need your help getting Stiles back.”
“why me? you have everyone else I don’t get why you’d need me.”
“I need extra help, just in case anything goes south, i’ll know I have you.”
“ok.” you pondered for a moment before speaking your mind. “I have an idea but I need you to make sure no one else knows i’m back.” Scott gave you a questing look. “I have a plan, Scotty, and for it to fall through, I need the element of surprise.”
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after that night Scott had kept you updated on everything that happened. and that led you to where you were now, standing outside of Beacon Hills High, hiding in the shadows. you saw Derek fighting some of the Oni with the twins and then you saw him. for a moment you thought it was him. you thought it was actually Stiles but you just knew it wasn’t. he didn’t look like your Stiles and now you’re questioning yourself on how you hadn’t noticed before. but you couldn’t let yourself wallow in self pity. you saw the imitation of Stiles look in your direction and before he could realize you were actually there you ducked behind a wall. you quickly realized walking straight through the front doors of the school was a no-go so you had to find another way to sneak in.
you remembered the many nights you Stiles and Scott had been in similar positions, somehow every time you were fighting some supernatural creature you ended up back at the school, tonight was no different. to get into the school you had to sneak past the imitation of Stiles - Void, they called him - and the Oni. the only other way you could think of was the doors leading to the lacrosse field. you snuck around the building as quietly as you could and onto the field. once there you sprinted to the doors and into the building. when you opened the metal doors what you saw was unexpected.
there was blood, everywhere. splattered all over the walls. it was gruesome and absolutely disgusting, you felt sick to your stomach. pushing the bile that was building up in your throat back down, you made your way through the halls. you snuck around until you heard the familiar voices of your friends. before you could reach them an Oni appeared in front of you. it unsheathed its sword and got into position to swing. right before the sword could slice at you, you ducked out of the way and rolled to the opposite side. hiding until the last moment wasn’t an option anymore so now you had no choice but to fight.
as you crouched on the floor you got into the position to pounce. only transitioning half way, your claws and fangs were out to help you defend yourself. growling lowly at the Oni you launched yourself at it, using an aggressive approach into the fight. it swung its sword at you, slicing through the air and missing you just barely. from what Scott had told you, the Oni were nearly invincible so when you had dig your claws into its arm, there was barely a reaction. the Oni shook you off and sliced its sword at you once again, this time cutting you on your side and leaving a gaping wound.
you hissed in pain and reached to touch the wound, blood covered your hand but you couldn’t give up now. no matter how hurt you were you had to continue fighting, for Stiles. just as the Oni was going to swing again you slid yourself through its legs and popped back up behind you. as it turned around you ducked and clawed at its midriff , a black smoke fell from its wound and it lifted its sword in the air to stab you. you twisted your body as the sword came down, sending a sharp pain through your side and you bent at your cut. you hissed as the gash started bleeding again but you hadn’t had enough time to register it as the Oni came charging at you. instead of backing or ducking out the way as you had done before, you pushed yourself into the Oni. you shoulder checked it and clawed at the mask. flipping over you kicked it’s sword out of its hand and elbowed it where you assumed it’s rib cage would be.
now that it didn’t have its sword anymore, you left it somewhat defenseless. you charged at it, grabbing it by its wrist and flipping it over your back, letting it fall to the floor, you grabbed something from your back pocket and stabbed it straight into its chest. Scott had told you that right before Allison passed she figured out the Oni’s only weakness - silver. and luckily for you, you always carried around a silver dagger your father had given you. as the Oni disappeared into a cloud of smoke you grabbed your dagger and dashed around a corner. just in time as well as Stiles, Lydia, Kira, and Scott came out of the doors of the classroom.
“we’re ok.” Scott had said. “we’re ok-” before he could finish Void had come out of nowhere and knocked him out. Kira turned around ready to swing her sword but Void hit her too.
“this was my game. you think you can beat me at my game.” now he was looking at Lydia and Stiles. he started down the hall at the two as they cowered backwards. “divine move. divine move.” he said incredulously. “you think you have any moves at all? you can kill the Oni but me? me? I’m a thousand years old. you can’t kill me!”
“but we can change you!” Lydia blurted out. that stopped him.
“what?” Scott told you everything and in case anything took an turn of events, like now, he told you what he needed you to do.
“you forgot about the scroll.” Stiles answered.
“the Shugendo scroll.” Lydia added.
“change the host.” it stemmed to all hit Void at once.
“you can’t be a fox and a wolf at the same time.” Stiles finished. and that’s where you came in.
you ran from the corner you were hiding behind and grabbed Voids arm first, just in case he tried to fight back. it came as a shock to Stiles and Lydia, they expected Scott but when they saw painted nails instead they immediately looked up. it wasn’t Scott at all, the red glowing eyes that were coming up from behind Void weren’t Scott McCalls. they were yours and the moment Stiles saw your face, he wanted to burst at the seams. he hadn’t seen you in over three weeks and to be honest, he never thought he would see you again. after the fight he had come looking for you and he couldn’t find you anywhere. not even at your secret spot.
you grabbed Voids head next, gripping onto his hair and yanking his head to the side. your fangs slid out and you growled right before biting into his neck. he was screaming as you bit him and once you had let him go, Kira stabbed him with her katana. Void started choking, a fly came out of his mouth and tried to escape but Isaac had caught in the jar made of wood from the nemeton at the last moment. Void had fallen to his knees and started cracking until he collapsed onto the floor and disappeared into a pile of dust.
everyone was looking at each other until all their all landed on you.
“Y/N.” Stiles spoke a smile lighting up his face but as he tried to take a step forward he collapsed.
“Stiles.” you ran to him, slipping your hand under his head just in time before he slammed it onto the ground. your heart rate was sky rocketing as you rested his head in your lap. Scott had told you they all feared that if they had taken out Void, would Stiles go along with him? and right now, you couldn’t lose him, you just got him back. just as the tears were building in your eyes Stiles took a deep breath in and his eyes opened.
“oh god. I fainted didn’t I?” you let out a breath of relief into a laugh as he looked up at you. “we’re alive? we’re all alive?” you nodded your head at Stiles as tears fell down your cheeks.
“yeah, we’re ok.”
“no, you’re hurt.” Stiles noticed you clutching your side where you wound was.
“no, i’m fine, we’re all fine.” just as you said that you felt a pit in your stomach as Lydia sat up. she got up and started heading to the main doors, and you lot followed behind her, you holding Stiles as he struggled to walk. when you finally reached outside you understand where the feeling was coming from, Derek, Aiden and Ethan were all sitting outside but Aiden didn’t look so well. he wasn’t well at all and once you guys finally realized what had happens Lydia turned around and Scott grabbed her, letting her sob into his arms.
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you were sitting in Stiles’ room putting things in boxes as he took down his mock investigation board. you noticed Sheriff standing in the doorway and you smiled at him. a look of shock crossed his face before a warm smile replaced it. you still hadn’t told everyone you were back.
“what’re you kids doing?” he asked and Stiles turned around, finally noticing his dad.
“we’re just…” he trailed off trying to find a way to finish the sentence.
“clearing our heads.” you finished for him and he turned to look at you, a smile gracing his face.
“ok.” his dad said staring fondly at the two of you before heading downstairs. Stiles put whatever he was holding down before kneeling in front of you.
“we need to talk.” the fond look you had on your face faded and you nodded, letting out a broken “ok.” you guessed it was finally the time, not much talking had been done since you got back. after that night you helped Stiles get home and then you went back to your place, your mom scolded you for disappearing and not telling her where you were but then she hugged you, telling you how much you worried her and if you were ever going through something again to just tell her. Stiles texted you and asked you to come over today, saying he needed help with his room. he took your hands into his and then placed one on his face. “I’m sorry.” you looked up at him incredulously.
“what… what are you sorry for?” you asked, eyes wide.
“the last time I saw you. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things and I know I hurt you and I never, ever meant to do that.” he was crying now, tears cascading down his cheeks.
“Stiles stop.” he looked up at you confused. “it wasn’t you Sti.” you bring your other hand to his face, now cupping his cheeks. “it wasn’t you. you didn’t mean it and I forgave you a while ago. the moment Scott told me what was happening I forgave you.” before you could finish Stiles surged up and kissed you, your lips moved passionately in tandem and a smile broke out onto your face.
“I love you.” he whispered and your eyes grew two times wide before the brightest smile you could muster appeared on your face. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Stiles.” he looked at you, smiling brightly as well. “I have since I met you.” he kissed you again and this time you pushed him back meeting him on the floor. you fell next to him in a fit of giggles intertwining your fingers with his. “ok, ok we have to clean.” you laughed, trying to get up but Stiles pulled you back down with him.
“it can wait. I finally got my girl.” and in that moment you swore you could never be happier.
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sooooo how we feelin? ik ik it took me forever to post part two but i finally did!
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