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God His Thighs - Theo Raeken x Reader

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Prompt: Theo Raekens abs!

Warning: FLUFF SO MUCH FUCKING FLUFF!!

ENJOY!!

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“Why is he here?” You snarled angrily as you looked Theo up and down with distaste.

Scott sighed as Stiles nod in agreement. Liam however seemed less judgemental than usual, which you internally pouted about. Alec the newest member of the pack looked between you and Theo with curious eyes.

“We talked about this Y/N. You know Theo’s changed and I’ve decided to let him ease into the pack so we don’t cause a rift. I don’t trust him yet but I’m getting there.” Scott huffed as he looked between you and Theo. He turned to Derek with a pleading expression which he took as a green light and began talking.

“Peter was just as bad as Theo and you accepted him.” Derek added softly, shooting you a pantie melting smile before awaiting your response.

“Peter is Malia’s dad and plus…He’s nice to stare at.” You smirked as Peter shot you a grin.

“Don’t boost his ego more than it already is.” Derek mumbled, his face twisting into one of disgust and mental pain.

“An Theo’s not nice to look at?” Lydia snorted causing Stiles to shoot Theo a glare.

“Oh if you got rid of his personality and he was just a body and face I’d fuck him all over the room. However he’s a sociopath.” Jackson snorted at the words before looking over at Theo.

“Well I like him.” He said with a grin, earning an eye roll from his boyfriend.

“You would Jackson he’s got muscles that I’m pretty sure they are firmer and bigger than Derek Hales. Though I still think Derek’s more attractive I mean his pale green eyes and stubble do things to m-”

“Yes I think that’s enough of that.” Peter groaned his face pulling into an almost symmetrical face of disgust which you had now named a Hale thing.

You glanced at Theo but when you looked at him his eyes were cast down and he was fidgeting with his fingers. You frown and looked at Liam for a minute who subsequently shot you a dirty look that screamed ‘shut the fuck up’.

“What’s wrong with you?” You sighed dramatically.

“Theo saved my life more times than I can count, even when he said he wouldn’t. You should be nicer to him.” Liam snapped but Theo looked at you with wide eyes before casting them back to the coffee table.

“Fine I’ll give him a chance. Only because his thighs literally slay my world.” You muttered childishly, only to look up Theo trying not to smile. Which very much caught you off guard.

Scott finished the pack meeting, you all decided to watch a movie with the pack. Alec was chatting happily with Liam, whilst Stiles and Derek were debating on some things you didn’t really pay attention to. Lydia was sat happily cuddled up to Stiles talking to Malia who was animatedly talking about her date with Scott a few nights ago. Peter was sat watching Malia with a smile which brought a smile to your face. While Ethan and Jackson were laughing about something on their phones.

You and Scott shuffled around the kitchen grabbing snacks and drinks when he threw his arms around you. You shot him a grin as you stirred yours and Ethan’s cups of English tea.

“He’s not that bad once you get to know him.” Scott muttered glancing over at Theo who was sitting further away from the pack, his eyes cast down looking like he wanted to join the conversation but didn’t dare.

You honestly didn’t really hate Theo. You only acted like you did to mask the fact that you want him to fuck you all over every room in every house in Beacon Hill’s. You looked up at Scott and to tell him why you really hated him but decided that since Theo would hear that actions were better.

“I don’t hate him for the reason’s you think.” You mumbled softly which he raise an eyebrow at.

You turned to Theo who still had his head down and made grabby hand in his general direction. Scott burst out laugh understanding what you meant, though he looked a little disgusted probably because you were like his best female friend, since you showed up with Ethan and Jackson a few months ago.

“I hate myself more than I hate him.” You groaned dramatically earning another chuckle from Scott.

“Okay well instead of fighting it why not try embracing it. If anyone can keep him in his place it’s you ‘sweetheart’.” His English accent sucked but he liked to mock you occasionally which you only saw as affection.

“Okay ‘Lindo’.” You muttered sarcastically but Scott only looked more confused. He may be classed as half Spanish but he literally knew no words of Spanish.

“Derek what did she just say to me I feel like it was an insult!?” Scott yelled from the kitchen causing everyone to look up.

“I didn’t hear.” Derek mumbled with a frown.

“Lindo? I think?” Scott mumbled his face now resembling that of a confused puppy.

“She called you a pretty boy.” Derek snorted but high-fived you as you walked past him.

“Aww that’s so nice.” Scott preened clearly not getting that you were mocking him.

“Idiot.” Stiles and Alec said in unison which made you look at them both. You tried to bite back the words wanting to escape you but when Alec and Stiles shot each other a skeptical glare you snapped.

“Okay am I the only one who thinks Alec looks like a love child produced by Scott and Stiles!?” You exclaimed and everyone looked at you with wide eyes.

“Oh thank god! I thought I was the only one!” Lydia sighed as if she was thoroughly relieved with this new information.

“No I think we all thought it.” Peter snorted as he glanced at Stiles and Scott who were still frozen in place.

After a minute they were both on Alec like he’d won the lottery. They stared at him, then at each other. This kept going for a good while which Alec clearly wasn’t happy about, as he was trying to watch the movie that just began playing.

You sat down in the only available space, which unfortunately was next to Theo. You placed the popcorn on your lap unfortunately you kept spilling it because the couch was full and you may be a wolf but you still weren’t as strong as other wolves meaning you couldn’t steady yourself as well as others. So when Alec and Liam began play fighting you got shoved about.

Theo noticed and without a word he stood up, which made you frown thinking he was moving elsewhere but suddenly you were picked up like a doll and moved over to where he was sat seconds ago. He sat back down where you were and put his arms round the back of the couch behind you.

You looked at his arm about to speak up when you noticed his arms muscles were clenched as if he was trying to stay still. That’s when you noticed he was making sure you didn’t get shoved about or touched by him or the other boys as Liam was evidently shoving against Theo. You smiled to yourself before that quickly came to a stop when Theo couldn’t hold off any longer.

He was suddenly touching you, well more like you were pressed against his side which cause a blush to form on your face. He looked down and frowned in an apologetic way before he stood up and grabbed both Alec and Liam by their collars.

“Right if you two wanna play fight that badly go over here! You could have hurt Y/N! She’s still new to this whole werewolf thing!” Theo scolded and suddenly the movie was paused and Scott was checking on you.

“I’m fine Scott. Theo moved me before I got hurt.” You muttered with a blush which he smiled at.

“Thanks Theo. I didn’t even register because those two do it all the time.” Scott sighed as he grabbed both boys’ necks and dragged them off upstairs silently.

Theo sat back down this time further away so you wouldn’t have to touch him. You grinned and decided you may as well start bonding now. You threw your legs over his lap and looked toward the TV which was now playing again. You could see Theo in the corner of your eyes, looking at you with wide eyes before he started smiling and turned to the movie as well.

After 5 minutes Scott and the boys came downstairs, with Scott looking satisfied and Liam and Alec looking like scolded little kids. Liam moved your legs and went to sit next to Theo but you growled at him softly.

“If you move my legs off his comfy ass thighs I’ll end you.” Liam froze for a second before slowly putting your legs back.

They looked around the room for another seat when you let out a sigh and stood up. You placed Alec down first, laying him across the couch. You placed Liam between his legs so he was laid with his back against Alec’s chest and then you laid down between Liam’s legs then threw yours over Theo. He shot you a grin before placing his hands on your shins.

“This has to be the comfiest position ever.” Liam chuckled, earning a few looks from the pack who burst out laughing as they saw you all.

“It’s like fucking puppy pile…but more…organised.” Derek muttered in thought before he shot you a grin.

Everyone continued watching the film in silence before putting on another but eventually you fell asleep without a care. However when you came to you were shocked to feel your head being lifted onto something soft.

“Have you got another blanket?” You heard Theo’s voice asked quietly.

“She’s a werewolf.” You heard Derek’s voice snort.

“Yes but even I think it’s freezing in here.” Scott’s voiced added.

“Lydia and Stiles took the other blankets because there room is one of the coldest.” Derek sighed grumpily.

“Maybe you should just stay here so she can take in your body heat instead.” Scott giggled earning a huff from Theo you were unsure of whether it was from distaste or embarrassment.

“She’ll be angry if she finds me cuddling her tomorrow morning.” Theo grumbled the embarrassment clear in his voice. You decided now was a good time to sit up and rub your eyes. The boys stared at you as you shot them a pout.

“Where’d my leg pillow go?” The blanket fell off your shoulder causing you to shiver. Theo looked at you and raise his hand giving you a little wave so you knew where he was in to your current dazed stated.

“Hand.” You commanded as you held your right hand out.

“Is that a dog joke?” Scott snorted but you shot him a glare before turning to Theo who looked a little unsure.

“Fine don’t come cuddle maybe I’ll go stay in Peter’s bed with him.” You huffed playfully, however as soon as you tried to leave the living area Theo picked you up and put you back on the couch. You turned to Derek and Scott who were looking rather amused. Your room in the newly built Hale house was still being decorated so you honestly had nowhere else to sleep except with Derek or Peter.

“Goodnight Derek. Night Scott.” You said with empathises on the night so they knew you wanted them to leave.

They left with a chuckle, leaving Theo standing there awkwardly and you sitting on the couch with a grin. You grabbed his hand and pulling him down to the couch making him sit down. You shot his a smile before speaking.

“How would you like to do this?” You chuckled, your own words amusing you to no end.

“Ermm I don’t know…” Theo replied awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck.

“Well you’ve obviously cuddled with someone before so what’s comfiest for you?” You giggled softly but as soon as you saw his cheeks darken under the moonlight your eyes widened. Instead of mentioning that he’d obviously never cuddled a woman before, you decided to take the initiative.

“How do you usually sleep?” You asked softly which made him look up at you.

“On my front.” He answered easily.

You instructed him to lay down before situating yourself on your front. He guessed what you wanted him to do and laid his chest over half your back, his arm slung over your shoulders you felt comfy but soon Theo started shuffling about which made sigh loudly.

“What is it?” You snapped, humour clearly evident in your voice as you turned your head to look at him.

“I usually sleep without a top on…” He murmured awkwardly which caused you to erupt into a fit of giggles which earned a few chuckles from him.

“Take your top off then situate yourself and I’ll lay wherever is comfortable for you.” You snorted before sitting up and nudging him off you.

He took his top off and waited as if he was thinking about something. He laid on his front and faced the outside of the couch before glancing at you.

“Dammit I thought I’d be able to sleep on your pecks.” You pouted playfully earning a snort from the man laying down. You climbed over him and laid down on your front, half on Theo half on the couch. Your unconsciously threw your leg over the back of his thighs before your arm was thrown over his back. You sighed happily and closed your eyes and before long you began to drift off.

“Why is Y/N sleep on the couch with a half-naked Theo?” You heard a voice whisper.

You tried to sit up but opened your eyes when you realized you couldn’t, you saw a rather large bicep and shoulder. You scanned around only to see you’d somehow laid on your back during the night and Theo had laid himself half on top of you.

You grinned and looked up to see a few pair of eyes. You glanced at Lydia who had an amused smirk on her face. You gave her a thumbs up and an eyebrow wiggle. You looked at Theo’s face that was right next to yours, close enough that it you wanted you could kiss him which, right about now didn’t sound like a bad idea but still you decided against it.

You scanned his face noticing how sexy he looked sleep. No not angelic. Sexy. His hair was slightly messy and his lips were slightly open but he had a slight frown on his face which added to the sexiness. Suddenly his eyes started opening and you smiled but continued staring.

“Why are you staring at me while I’m sleeping?” Theo grumbled, his eyes closing again.

“Cause your big ass biceps are trapping me and I had nothing else to do.” You dead panned causing a few people downstairs to laugh.

“I’d say sorry but it’s the morning and you’re already objectifying me so I think I can safely say I don’t need to.” Theo voice was husky with sleep which made you shiver but before he or anyone noticed you were manhandled and flipped over. You were now laid on Theo’s chest which you couldn’t exactly complain about like at all…ever.

“There. You’re free.” He chuckled but you looked up into his now open eyes and shot him a cheeky grin.

“Nope I honestly think I’m glued here.” Jackson and Ethan burst out laughing but you just sent them a thumbs up as you looked over to the couple.

“Well as entertaining as that is. I need coffee.” Theo snorted, as he ran his hand through his messy hair. You stared at him for a few minutes in silence, letting him silently know you had zero intention of moving. When he finally realized he rolled his eyes and moved your arms to his neck before he sat up.

“Still not gonna move?” He chuckled which you nodded in reply to.

He nodded back and grabbed the back of your thighs earning a squeak from you. However you still clung to him as he stood up and made his way to the kitchen. He let go of your thighs leaving you to cling to him like a koala bear, as he grabbed a cup.

“Theo put a shirt on.” Stiles complained his face most likely contorting in disgust.

“I would however it appear Y/N and I are stuck together.” Theo said seriously which you tried not to giggle at.

“Oh my god! Is it a witchy thing?! Did someone cast a spell on you two and now you’re like magically glued to one another!?” Stiles screamed in distressed.

Scott and Derek walked into the room and Scott burst out laughing as he moved to look at you over Theo’s shoulder where your head was resting. You gave him a satisfied grin which only made him laugh harder.

“No more like Y/N is clinging to Theo because she wants to lick his abs.” Lydia snorted as she poured herself a coffee.

“That is not totally untrue!” You exclaimed happily as Theo sat at the breakfast bar.

You sat back slightly so you could look at him, your legs swinging back and forth and the side of you and Theo. He placed a hand on your lower back to make sure you didn’t fall which made you smile.

Scott handed you a plate of waffles before sitting down next to you and Theo. Theo cut up the waffle for you and handed you the fork before going back to drinking his coffee. You stared at Scott in shocked but he just gave you shrug.

You ate a few pieces of waffle before shooting Scott an evil grin whose eyes narrowed in worry. You raised your free hand a pinched Theo’s nipple hard making him open his mouth say ‘ow’, but before he could you shoved a fork full of waffle in his mouth. After he finished chewing he frowned at you.

“I can’t tell if I should find what you just did sweet and endearing or extremely savage.” Theo sighed before holding his cup to your mouth letting you have a sip of his coffee.

“I can’t tell if that was sweet and endearing or just a way to shut me up.” You retorted childishly, after swallowing the coffee.

“Both.” Theo mocked, earning a laugh from Derek and Scott.

Eventually you decided to go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and shower. Much to your own dislike that meant letting go of Theo. You chuckled at the thought of your weekdays being like this from now on.

Obviously Theo wasn’t offered a room in the Hale house yet because people were still warming to the idea but eventually you knew they would. Until then you could always offer him a place in your room which will be finished by tomorrow.

You hopped out the shower and made your way to Lydia’s room where all your clothes were. Unfortunately luck was not on your side because you bumped into Theo who stared at you with wide eyes before looking away.

“Make me a cup of tea I’ll be down in a minute.” You snorted before making your way to Lydia’s room.You quickly got dressed in a pair of high waist Nike skinny joggers and a matching sports bra before drying your hair and tying it up.

You made you way downstairs in thought, you had tried to find your matching cropped Nike hoodie but it wasn’t in Lydia’s room. You looked in the front room and asked everyone if they’d seen it but they all answered no which only made you pout.

“Theo have you seen my hoodie?” You asked as he passed you a freshly made cup of tea.

“The light grey Nike one?” He asked as he put the sugar, milk and tea bags away in their rightful places.

“Yeah.” You answered before taking a sip.

“Its on the coat hook, where you put it yesterday, after you got back from getting your nails done with Lydia babe.” He responded easily as he closed the fridge door. His domestic response however isn’t what made you start choking on your tea. It was the fact that he’d called you babe.

“Babe?” You coughed out as you tried to regain your composure.

“Did I say babe?” Theo asked with wide eyes, clearly not realizing he’d said it himself.

“Oh yeah you totally added babe on the end of that sentence.” You replied awkwardly before taking a sip of your tea.

“Sorry.” He muttered before grabbing himself a water bottle from the recently closed fridge.

“Its fine I don’t mind just shocked me.” You chuckled softly before sitting at the breakfast bar.

Theo nodded clearly still shocked by what he’d done but if you were being honest, you didn’t mind. In fact it felt nice to hear him say that, not that you’d tell him that. Theo lent against the counter looking rather deep in thought until he turned to you with a slight frown.

“We should go on a date.” There you were again choking on your tea.

“Am I going to get to drink my tea up am I going to choke it down instead?!” You snapped with fake anger, amusement and embarrassment seeping through the room.

Theo shot you a pantie dropping smirk before taking a sip of his water. He didn’t respond so you took it upon yourself to answer his rather unexpected question.

“Isn’t it a little pointless to go on a date?” You asked skeptically. Theo’s eyes went from amused to sad in seconds quickly coming to the conclusion that someone as perfect as you wouldn’t date a monster.

“We already know each other so I don’t see why we can’t just be together.” You muttered shocking not only Theo but yourself as well.

“Well…how about we at least have a movie date at home…I mean so we can hang out or something.” Theo replied, his cheeks dusted with a light pink.

You stood up and walked over to him with a smile. You stood on your tip toes pressing your lips against his in a very short chaste kiss, which felt oddly normal and domestic. You pulled away and took a sip of your tea before speaking.

“If you wanna go on a date ‘babe’ we can.” You retorted playfully before making your way out the kitchen into the living room. Leaving Theo thoroughly shocked and frozen in place.

You sat in the living room for a few minutes sipping your tea before you heard Theo’s water bottle drop on the kitchen floor. You grabbed Ethan’s hand and placed the cup of tea in it before you heard Theo scream.

“Y/N you can’t just kiss a person like you’ve done it your whole life then walk off!?” Theo shouted angrily his footsteps getting closer. You hopped off the couch and over Liam who was laying on the floor before turning to see Theo coming into the room.

“Now babe there is no need to make a big deal about it.” You scolded playfully as you jumped over Alec when Theo walked towards you. Everyone in the pack was staring with amusement as they watched to see how this would play out.

“Y/N when I get a hold of you I swear to god.” Theo huffed, a smile working its way to his face.

You squealed as he ran towards you hoping over the boys laying on the floor. You ran round the couch and used Scott who had just walked downstairs as a shield. Scott looked between you two then to Theo.

“What’d she do?” Scott asked with his arms crossed.

“She told me there no point in dating we may as well just go out then kissed me like she’d done it her whole life then left.” Scott raised an eyebrow at you then at Theo before grinning. Your eyes widened as you realized he was on Theo’s side. You tried to run however before you could, Scott grabbed the back of your sports bra and picked you up by your waist. He placed you in front of Theo with a grin.

“Here’s an early birthday present.” Scott joked before walking off.

Dear god…Your Alpha just totally fed you to the wolves…or wolf in this case.

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lavenderlegends · 6 months

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say, don't go

ship: stiles/derek prompt: memories characters: lydia, jackson, scott, isaac, boyd, erica, allison, kira, malia, danny cw: n/a tags: light angst, fluff, stiles leaves the pack, christmas word count: 2.5k ao3 ♞♚♞♚

Stiles stares out the window of the train. He fidgets with the receipt for his ticket in his hands. Crumpling, uncrumpling, ripping tiny pieces, and eventually, shoving it into his backpack's side pocket. He swallows, but there's a lump in his throat, and he doesn't know if he can breathe anymore.

He stands up under the guise of stretching his legs, and then sits down again. Squirms. He should've taken his ADHD and anti-anxiety meds, but he was so nervous about today that it slipped his mind completely.

"Excuse me," a voice comes from beside him. Stiles looks at the young girl in the seat next to him. She eyes his bouncing knee. "Do you mind not doing that? You're making me nervous."

"Sorry," he mumbles. He tries his best to stop, but it starts up again. He gives her an apologetic look and then looks back out the window.

It's mostly trees, and he wishes that it was more distracting.

They slow down to the next stop, and the girl beside him takes someone else's seat.

Stiles inhales sharply. Just outside his window, a perfect Christmas tree. He can't help himself. He's transported back, back to before he left Beacon Hills.

♞♚♞♚

"What do you think you're doing?" Lydia asks, laughing. She wraps her fingers around his wrist and tries to pull him in another direction. "C'mon, I have a gut-feeling the perfect Christmas tree is this way."

"No," Stiles says, shaking his head. He comes to a stop. "It's right there. Look at it. It's perfect."

"Perfect?" Lydia echoes. She stares at the tree before Stiles. "Actually... it just might be. Okay, I'll tell Jackson we want this one."

"Okay." Stiles lets her go and circles the tree to ensure that it really is perfect. He beams when Lydia shows up with Jackson. "This is the one."

Jackson inspects it before nodding. "Yep. It is. Stiles, bring the car around front?"

"Sure."

He makes his way through the tree farm and jingles Jackson's keys in his hand. It's going to be brilliant. Derek will never see it coming.

About a half hour later, they arrive at the Hale House. It's a little cold, a little empty. But it's big, beautiful, and ready to be loved again.

"Alright, I'll ask Scott to help me with the tree," Jackson says, giving Stiles a clap on the shoulder. "You go make sure everything else is in place."

"Bless," Stiles mutters as he jogs into the house. He's instantly hit with the aromas of food. Really, really good food. "God, it smells good."

"Doesn't it?" Scott asks, appearing in the living room archway. "Does Jackson need help with the tree?"

"Yeah."

"On it." Scott pauses before slipping out the front door. "This is really something that you're doing for him."

"It's nothing," Stiles says, unsure how to handle the sweet moment.

"It's something," Scott reassures him before leaving.

Stiles makes his way down the hallway to the kitchen. He grins. Erica and Boyd are blaring Christmas songs and laughing with each other.

Boyd catches sight of Stiles and nods silently, and Erica spins around. She's beaming. "Stilinski, reporting for duty."

He laughs. "How's it going, Reyes?"

"Great. The turkey is in the oven. The mashed potatoes are mashed. The beans are dressed. The--"

Boyd puts his arms around Erica's waist and she stops short to kiss his cheek.

"Everything is going to plan," Boyd says, grinning. "Kira and Allison will take over with the cookies soon."

Stiles grins back. "Speaking of... where are they?"

"Family room," Erica and Boyd answer in unison.

"Perfect." Stiles blows them kisses and they go back to work. He swings around into the family room where Danny is bent before the new electric fireplace. "Danny, my boy, how's it going?"

"Great," Danny answers, flicking a button. The electric fireplace roars to life.

"Amazing." He glances around. Kira, Allison, and Malia are giggling in the corner. "What's going on?"

Kira spins around first, her face red. "Nothing. Nothing. We were just..."

"We can't find this ugly doll's clothes," Malia answers, showing him a hideous doll.

"Uh..."

"It was Cora's," Allison explains. "She left explicit instructions that it was to make an appearance at the party."

"But it's naked," Kira adds, before she starts laughing nervously.

"Cora would hide all the clothes," Stiles says, shaking his head. "Maybe check with Laura where she might have put them before she left for New York?"

"On it!" Malia says, setting the doll back down.

"The decorations look amazing," Stiles murmurs, as he really allows himself to take in the room.

"Honestly, Derek had a lot of really great stuff in the shed," Allison tells him. "And anything we didn't find, Scott went out and bought."

"Nice." Stiles swings his thumb over his shoulder. "I think Erica and Boyd are cleaning up the kitchen for the cookies."

"Ooh, yay!" Kira says, grabbing Allison's hand. They rush past him.

Malia says, "Laura has an idea. Apparently, Cora has a secret back to her closet. I'll go check."

Stiles nods.

"Where do you want the tree?" Jackson's deep voice comes suddenly.

"And please answer fast, it's heavy!" Scott chimes in.

Stiles laughs. "That corner, please."

"I'll go get the decorations," Danny calls out.

Stiles helps Jackson and Scott set up the tree. Jackson and Scott chat about nothing of importance, so Stiles zones out and makes sure that every branch is placed perfectly.

Danny and Scott decorate the tree, and Stiles would be worried, but they know how important this is. They hang everything with extra care, and ask Stiles for direction multiple times.

♞♚♞♚

An hour later, everything is in place.

"Where's Isaac and Derek?" Stiles mutters, looking at the time on his phone.

"Coming up the drive right now," Jackson announces from the window.

"Places, people!" Lydia calls out. She turns to Stiles and says, "You ready for your big surprise?"

"Not in the slightest," Stiles mutters.

He moves towards the front door, and takes a deep breath. He had given the pack strict instructions to leave the front foyer the same. It's all part of the surprise.

It feels like forever until the front door swings open. Derek steps in, Isaac following close behind. Derek frowns.

"Stilinski, what are you up to?"

Stiles laughs. "Nothing. We just borrowed your kitchen to make cookies. That's all."

"Oh." Derek shrugs off his jacket and hangs it up. "Fine, but can you ask permission next time? You forget how potent the cookie scent is when Allison and Kira bake. They use so much sugar. It's sickenly sweet."

That's what I'm counting on, Stiles thinks. He grins. "Sure. Want to join us for a game in the family room?"

Derek glances at Isaac, who shrugs innocently. "...sure."

Stiles can't wait.

It's his best present ever.

He trails behind Derek and Isaac and despite expecting it, startles when everyone shouts "Surprise!"

"What--" Derek stammers. "What is this?"

"Merry Christmas," Stiles whispers beside him.

Everyone comes out from their hiding spots, settling into various places in the family room, and Derek turns to Stiles. "You did this?"

"Yeah. Couldn't have you celebrating Christmas all by yourself, now, could we?" Stiles asks, grinning.

"Oh my god," Derek mutters, looking over Stiles' shoulder. "Did Cora tell you about that doll?"

"Huh?" Stiles glances back and then says, "Yeah. Why?"

"It used to give me nightmares," Derek mutters. Stiles laughs, surprising himself. Derek takes a deep breath and says, "You know Cora and Laura are just in New York. It's not like they're... gone."

"I know." Stiles leans into Derek as Danny passes him. "We just wanted to do something for you. Make sure you knew that we'll always be a pack."

"I don't know what to say, Stiles. The place looks great." Derek glances around. "Thank you."

"Any time, bud."

Derek's face falls, and Stiles isn't sure what he did wrong. He takes a breath before adding, "Erica and Boyd made dinner."

"Amazing," Derek says, but it sounds different. Like he's not excited at all.

"Stiles, come settle an argument!" Jackson calls out.

"What makes you think I'm siding with you?" Stiles calls back. He pauses and says, "I'll be back."

"Sure," Derek says, as Kira comes bouncing up and wraps her arms around him.

Stiles walks over to settle an argument, and can't help but feel that saying goodbye to Derek is going to be harder than he expected.

♞♚♞♚

Now, it's a year later, and Stiles is on the train back to Beacon Hills. The train starts moving, snapping him out of the memory. He swallows. Telling Derek that night that he had been given a job offer in Vancouver had been hard.

Derek hadn't yelled. Hadn't even blamed him for leaving. He'd simply said, "That's why you did this. It's a goodbye party."

Stiles squirms, just thinking of it now.

And three hours later, he's getting off the train. He'd texted the almost defunct pack chat that he'd be getting home now. Scott assured him someone would be here to pick him up.

He just didn't expect it to be Derek.

"What--" Stiles starts and falters. He almost trips. "Derek?"

"Hey, Stilinski." It's said so flatly.

"Hi. I wasn't..."

"Expecting me?" Derek finishes for him when he trails off. "Yeah, well. Everyone else just conveniently happen to be busy."

"Can..."

"Let's go," Derek interrupts. He turns around and stalks off towards the parking lot. Stiles scrambles to follow him.

It's not until they're in the safety of Derek's Corvette that he manages to catch his breath. Seeing Derek after all this time... it's so hard.

He keeps getting flashes of memories. Of how he'd been so excited for the job opportunity. How everyone encouraged him to go, follow his dreams, and that Derek would be fine. If Derek had only said, "Don't go." Stiles would've happily stayed in Beacon Hills.

But Derek hadn't said anything. In fact, Derek had ignored every text, every midnight call, every olive branch.

"Can we talk?" Stiles asks, as they pull out of the parking lot.

"How are you?"

"No. Like... talk. Talk about how you haven't said a damn word to me since last year and--"

"And how you said we'd always be a pack and then ran away?" Derek interrupts. "Sure, we can talk about that."

"Derek, please." Stiles hates pleading, but he misses his best friend. He's about to tell him as much when Derek snorts. Anger flares up in Stiles. "Why are you acting like me leaving was the end of the pack?"

"Because it was." Derek glances at Stiles and hesitates before pulling his gaze back to the road. "Did you not get the memo?"

"Clearly not! What are you talking about!" Stiles shouts, hating that he's raising his voice to Derek.

Derek sighs and then explains. "After you left, the pack sort of disbanded. Everyone just got busy with their own thing. Lydia and Jackson travelled. Danny sort of faded out completely. Erica and Boyd do their own thing. Scott and Allison are focused on their vet clinic. Kira and Malia moved out of town. Isaac... who the fuck knows where he is or what he's doing these days. Last I heard he got a job at an autobody shop."

Stiles blinks. "What... what are you talking about?"

"You were the glue," Derek mutters. "And when you left, it all fell apart. Didn't you notice that the pack group chat hasn't been used in over six months before you decided to waltz back in?"

"I--" Stiles starts, but Derek's on a roll.

"Didn't you think about us?" he asks. Then quieter, "Didn't you think about me?"

"Of course, I did!" Stiles argues. "That's why I threw that huge Christmas party at your place! So, you'd know you'd never be alone."

Derek snorts. "Look at how well that turned out."

"Derek, I'm sorry, but..." Stiles frowns and rubs his face. "I didn't know. I had no idea. If I could go back in time, I would! I wouldn't go to Vancouver. I would stay right here."

"Would you?"

He's had a lot of time to think about this and nods. "Yeah. Yeah. I would. And you wanna know why?"

"Why?" Derek snaps.

"I miss you."

Derek's eyes are glued to the road, and Stiles wonders what he's thinking. There used to be a time when he'd just know. When they were in sync.

But the truth is out there now, so he might as well keep talking. "I miss you, you idiot. I miss how you'd show up at my bedroom window at the strangest hours, and sometimes, you had updates on situations, and sometimes... you just wanted some company. I miss how you always, always control the music in the car even though that is totally a passenger's responsibility."

Derek's lips twitch. Slightly. But it's enough for him to keep going.

"I miss the way you kept me on my toes. I never knew if you'd finally admit how you felt about me, or if I was making all the signs up in my head. I miss the way I would silently beg you to kiss me, and you'd be too busy laughing to notice. I miss the way you hug and smell and I miss the way you loved me."

Stiles lets out a deep breath.

Derek doesn't look at him, but simply pulls up in front of Stiles' dad's house.

"I never meant to hurt you, Derek." He swallows hard. "I just... I was going mad with confusion. I took the job because I thought maybe I'd take some space and sort out my thoughts. But I'm not over it. I don't think I'm ever going to be over you."

"Would you shut up?" Derek asks, but his voice is soft and there's no anger in it. "I'm processing."

Stiles nods, because he knows Derek needs time to sort out his thoughts. After all, it's a lot of information to receive at once.

But he starts to fidget. And his knee starts bouncing. And he can't contain himself much longer.

"I... I didn't know that you felt the same way," Derek finally says.

Stiles' lips part but he closes them. It's Derek's turn now.

"I'm an idiot. I'm sorry."

"You know, if you had told me to stay, I would've." Stiles rubs his hands together. "I loved you."

"Loved?"

"Love," Stiles corrects. "I loved you then, and I love you now."

"And tomorrow?" Derek asks, softly.

"And tomorrow, I'll love you."

Derek's lips twitch into a smile and that's all Stiles ever needed to see. He doesn't hesitate this time. Doesn't worry that he's making a huge mistake. Because he knows. Deep down, he knows that it was always meant to be him and Derek.

They're kissing and it's glorious and beautiful and hot and sexy and all the treasures at once.

"I love you too," Derek murmurs. "Quit your job. Move back. Come home."

"Boy, do I have good news for you," Stiles whispers, laughing. Derek tilts his head. "I quit my job two weeks ago."

Derek grins.

It's not everything they have to work through, Stiles knows, but for now, it's enough.

"We have a pack to get back together!" Stiles announces.

"Tomorrow," Derek says, before pulling him into another kiss.

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 13

Word Count: 3.2K

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

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“So, is this an all-hope lost situation?” (Y/N) asked as she sat beside Derek in the abandoned subway cart. “Might as well just give up, huh?”

“What are you still doing here?” Derek ignored her questions. “I thought you’d go with Scott.”

“He insisted on walking home,” she shrugged. “And you didn’t answer my question. Do you really think there’s nothing we can do?”

“Honestly? I don’t know,” he sighed, his eyes closing in frustration. “This is a lot more than I ever thought I would have to handle.”

His head fell back, resting against the cold metal of the car, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. (Y/N) could see the frustration building inside him. How the weight of the town’s survival seemed to fall on his shoulders. Without thinking, she stood between his open legs and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.

She could feel his body relax as his own arms wrapped around her waist. He gripped her tightly, almost as if he was afraid that she wasn’t there. His fingers dug into the skin of her hips as hers snaked into his hair. It was a comfort both of them needed. A calm in the middle of the storm that was Beacon Hills.

“You’re not alone, Derek,” she spoke into his hair as he listened to her heartbeat. “You don’t have to carry this by yourself.”

“But it’s my fault,” he responded, his voice muffled by her shirt. “I bit Jackson, (Y/N). I’m the reason he turned into this monster that is ravaging through the town. I’m the reason so many people have died –why so many tragedies have happened in this town.”

(Y/N) leaned back in order to look directly into Derek’s eyes. Her hands traveled to his face, cradling his cheeks as her thumbs caressed them. “I want you to listen to me, Derek,” she said. “If it’s the only thing you ever believe from me, it’s that this is not your fault. Nothing that is happening is your fault. Not when other people have made decisions for you or are consequences of their own actions. You are good, Derek. And you are not alone.”

There was silence between them, filled with the same tension that gripped their beings whenever they were in close proximity. So many unsaid words traveled through their eyes, and so many desires that were being repressed.

“What are you thinking?” (Y/N) breathed, breaking the quiet.

“How I don’t think I’ve said enough how amazing you are or how lucky I am to have met you,” he said before dropping his voice to a whisper. “Or how bad I want to kiss you right now.”

“And what if I said that there’s no way you want to kiss me as bad as I want to kiss you.”

“You wanna bet?” he chuckled. “Because it’s taking everything in me not to.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“I think you know exactly what’s stopping me.”

“So, what if I don’t want it to stop you –stop us?”

She could see the way his breathing picked up. The way his eyes kept switching from her eyes to her mouth, then back to her eyes. The way his finger squeezed her hips tighter. “Then it would take the Kanima himself to rip me away from you,” he growled lowly. “So I need to know exactly what you want, (Y/N). Because I don’t know if I could contain myself.”

Her skin flushed red, warming as blood rushed to her face. The air inside the subway cart was choking, taking the air from her lungs and making the moment just that much more intense. She wasn’t sure if giving in to her wants was the best decision. That if she allowed herself this step out of her rules, she would be able to fall back in line.

“Kiss me,” she choked out. “Plea…”

Before she was able to get the word out, Derek towered over her and crashed his lips onto hers. And suddenly, everything just felt right. Their bodies fit together like a glove; their lips moved in perfect synchronicity. It was everything and more than she had ever expected. The feeling of his hands on her waist and the scruff of his beard against her skin was now forever etched into her mind. And she understood why Derek would not have been able to stop. Because she did not either.

(Y/N) pressed herself as much as possible to Derek. The need to be as close as humanly possible to him was overwhelming, but it was all she wanted at that moment. For her, it was scary to do the things she wished for. Taking what she wanted without fear of repercussions had never been something she had allowed herself, and doing it was an intoxicating thrill she had not expected.

“You should get home,” Derek said as he parted breathlessly from her, resting his forehead against hers. “I don’t want you to, but you should go home.”

“What if I wanna do this for a little while longer? What if I’m not ready to go home just yet?”

“Then I’m sure your dad will be knocking down my door tomorrow morning when he gets here,” he chuckled. “I’m trying to do the right thing here, (Y/N). Please don’t make this harder than it already is. You need to rest, and I need to heal.”

“You’re no fun when you’re trying to do the right thing.”

“Please,” he groaned, pecking her lips once more and reveling in their warmth. “Go home, (Y/N). Am begging you.”

“Mmm, I like you begging,” she laughed. “But fine. I guess I should go home.”

“Yeah, your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing in your bag, and something tells me it’s Isaac waiting for you. So, please, do us both a favor and go home.”

“What if you take me?”

“You have your dad’s car,” he said. “You don’t need me driving you around.”

“I never said that you needed to drive,” she smirked. “Just escort me back like the gentleman you are. You do know there’s a big bad reptile running around in Beacon Hills. But you can drive if you want.”

“You are something else, (Y/N) Argent,” he laughed. “Fine. I’ll go with you and run back. But no funny business.”

“Me?” (Y/N) grinned as she handed him the car keys. “I never partake in funny business.”

The car ride was quiet but filled with giddiness. Their hands were joined in the center console, their fingers exploring each other’s skin. Matching smiles spread across their mouths, and their eyes kept wandering to the other. But neither said a single word. Not that it was necessary.

(Y/N) felt that she was faltering in her resolution. Now that they had kissed, she didn’t know if she would be able to withhold herself for the coming nine months. She’d had a taste of the forbidden fruit, and she wanted more. The problem? She didn’t know when she needed to stop.

“We’re here,” Derek said, killing the engine of the car. “So I kept my end of the deal. I should go home now.”

“You could,” she offered, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. She stared at the dark sky through the open garage door before checking through the rearview mirror that the kitchen door was closed. “Or…”

“Or?”

“We could kiss for a bit more,” she smirked. “No one would have to know.”

“What happened to not wanting to get me in trouble? You’re still seventeen,” Derek chuckled. “I thought you didn’t want me to go to jail.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she teased. “Now kiss me until I’m eighteen.”

In a swift second, their faces met in the center, their lips crashing together once more. Derek’s hand went to the back of her neck, pulling her as close as he could, breathing her in. It felt like a dream. A pleasantry she did not want to wake from. It didn’t take long for the heat to rise between them, steam creeping up the windows as they panted. Their hands searched each other’s bodies, the only touch they could afford at that moment. A kiss was the only intimacy they could ever share.

Suddenly, a knock resounded through the car, making them jump apart. They turned to see Isaac’s smug face, a knowing smile outstretched on his lips. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” the boy said as the pair got out of the SUV. “It was quite the show.”

“Stop being a creep, Isaac,” (Y/N) chuckled as her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. “Derek was just making sure I got home safe.”

“Sure,” he grinned. “Because the monsters are hiding between each other’s li…”

“That’s quite enough, Isaac,” Derek grumbled before turning to (Y/N). “I’ll go home now, then.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s a good idea.”

“Well, I’ll leave you two so that you don’t feel weird kissing goodbye,” Isaac laughed as he made his way back inside. “Have fun, kids. But not too much!”

A soft laugh escaped Derek’s throat as (Y/N) turned to him and hid her face on his chest. As she wrapped her arms around his waist, he embraced her around her back. “Well, there goes the secrecy,” she mumbled. “How did you not hear him coming?”

“Someone had my mind a little occupied,” he chuckled. “But it wouldn’t have lasted long. Your friends have a habit of uncovering everything, whether you like it or not.”

“What do we do now, then? After that, I don’t think I can keep away from you for nine whole months.”

“Nothing has to change,” he shrugged. “We just can’t do any of this in public or wherever the pack is, or even your house. So, basically nowhere.”

“It wouldn’t be us if it weren’t complicated,” she snickered. “We’ll find a way. After all of this is finished, we’ll find a way.”

With a kiss goodbye, Derek disappeared into the night, and (Y/N) went inside her home to find Isaac. He was in the living room, laughing to himself as he indulged in a bowl of popcorn. But the TV was off, and he was staring at the kitchen door.

“Sorry for the interruption, friend,” Isaac laughed. “Didn’t know you two had finally gone official.”

“We haven’t,” she said, sitting next to him and taking a handful of the buttery snack. “It was just a little kiss.”

“That kiss was anything but little,” he grinned. “But congrats. You can now cross off your first kiss from all the school experiences you’ve missed out on.”

“You’re hilarious, Isaac,” she scoffed teasingly. “Now, hurry and go to sleep. You’re out of here in the morning.”

“It was only a joke, (Y/N). You’re really kicking me out for some friendly teasing?”

“No, you idiot,” she laughed. “My parents are coming back tomorrow, remember? I don’t know how excited they’d be if they knew a boy was staying over when they were away.”

“Funny, you’d think they’d care more that I was a werewolf.”

“Nah, being of the opposite sex trumps that.”

The next morning, (Y/N) awoke to Brody jumping onto her bed and licking her face. The roughness of his tongue tickled her skin, and laughs overtook her quickly enough. “I’m guessing you’re in the mood for a run,” she chuckled. “I have been neglecting you a bit. Haven’t I, boy?”

She was met with a bark in response, and she was out of bed. As she changed into her workout clothes, she couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face remembering the events of the night before. The warmth of his lips, the roughness of his beard, the smoothness of his skin. He left an indelible mark in her mind that had no way of leaving her mind.

Before going down the stairs, she peeked into the guest room to find the bed perfectly done and no sign of Isaac. A part of her was saddened that her best friend was gone, but she understood why. She had been the very person that had told him to go. But she had gotten used to his presence, and the house felt unusually big without him there.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Her father’s voice spoke from the end of the staircase. “Didn’t think you’d be up this early.”

“You’re home!” (Y/N) exclaimed as she ran downstairs, jumping into her father’s arms. “Where’s mom?”

“She’s over at your uncle’s house. Something about Victoria being bitten last night, and they wanted your mom to check out the wound,” he responded, his tone slightly accusatory. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, (Y/N)?”

Her breath got caught in her throat. The only thing keeping her grounded was the feeling of her dog’s wet snout against her arm. (Y/N) shouldn’t have been surprised or even hoped that Victoria had kept to herself that she had gone against her the night before. “Dad, I can explain,” she said. “I didn’t –technically—betray the family.”

“What are you talking about, munchkin?”

“Victoria didn’t say anything about me and last night?”

“No. The only thing we were told about you last night is that you left the mission early,” he said. “Nothing about betraying the family. So, wanna talk about that?”

(Y/N) sighed as she went to sit on the bench in the entryway, her shoulders slumping as the weight of the truth made its way onto her. “Dad, you remember when you told me that I’d always have you on my side no matter what?” she asked. “I need to know that you truly meant that.”

“Honey, of course I did. If it were up to me, I would have no ties to the horrors of our family.”

“Okay, I’m gonna tell you everything about last night, and I need you to promise not to get too mad.”

“Go ahead, munchkin.”

“Well, there was a plan to trap the Kanima last night, just not with our family. The Hale pack had everything planned except that the Argents knew everything, and they would show up to the rave to ruin the plan. Much less that I would be involved in it. So, I sort of had to lie and say I wasn’t feeling well and pretend I left. But I was actually there with my friends. I’ll spare you some of the details because the Argents already know about everything else that happened. But they probably don’t know that Victoria was there last night trying to kill Scott McCall. He let out this pained howl, and I knew he was hurt. If it hadn’t been for me and Derek Hale, she would have succeeded. She had turned wolfsbane into a vaporized solution, and it was eating him from the inside out. She and Derek fought for a bit, and I guess in that struggle, he bit her. And, honestly, dad, I think that’s the only way she would have left.”

At some point, Henry had sat next to her, wearing the same pained expression on his face that she was sure she wore. “It’s okay, honey,” he said, pulling her to his side. “I’m sure you had no choice. And I am proud of you for saving your friend. Is he okay?”

“Yeah, we got to him just in time.”

“Well, it’s good that you were there, even if it was risky to ally yourself with the wolves while our family was there,” he sighed. “But I did find it peculiar that you could hear his howl. That’s not supposed to happen, munchkin. Much less that you know what the howl means.”

“That’s actually something that I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” (Y/N) said. “For some time, I’ve been feeling weird. Not bad weird, but different. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes I get these feelings about people. Sometimes it’s that they’re hiding something or that they’re not good. And then, the howl thing. That I was able to feel the pain in that call. And I don’t know why.”

Her father kept quiet for a second, and, though she didn’t say it, she was getting the feeling that there was something that he was not telling her. “I don’t know about that, honey,” he responded. “But I will look into it and let you know. Maybe there’s something in the books about it.”

“Uh, sure. Thanks. I guess it’s just scary when things are happening to you that you don’t understand. I don’t like it.”

“I know, munchkin. I’ll see what I can find,” he smiled. “But you should go take Brody out. I think he’s getting a bit angsty.”

After she got back home, (Y/N) spent the rest of the day doing homework. She might have spent the night before chasing down a reptilian monster and his handler, but she still had her normal life to maintain. And that included her outstanding grades. As far as the school knew, she had nothing going on at home.

It wasn’t until the sun had disappeared from the sky that she even noticed how much time had passed and how hungry she was. She closed her laptop for the day, stretching her tight limbs after being in her desk chair for hours on end. Hopefully, one of her parents had thought of cooking some dinner.

But as she walked toward the stairs, their voices stopped her in her tracks.

“I think it’s about time we tell her, Rebecca,” her father said from the dining room. “She deserves to know the truth.”

“No, Henry. You promised we wouldn’t tell (Y/N) anything until we found her. And we still haven’t. I won’t put our daughter in harm's way.”

“And don’t you think that keeping this from her will do more bad than good? She’s already seeing the signs. Sooner or later, we’re gonna have to say something.”

“The only reason I ever agreed to this plan of yours was because you promised me we would tell her when we both agreed,” her mother retorted. “I don’t agree yet. Not until we find her.”

“So what am I supposed to tell her that’s happening?” Henry raised his voice slightly, still trying to keep it hushed, not knowing that the very person they were trying to alienate was hearing their every word. “I won’t have my daughter think she’s going crazy.”

“She’s my daughter too,” the woman replied, pain in her words. “And you don’t have to tell her anything other than you don’t know what’s happening. Nothing more. Nothing less. Keep your end of the bargain, or I’ll make sure that everyone in this family knows the truth.”

“You wouldn’t be that spiteful, Rebecca,” he spat. “Because you would never hurt (Y/N).”

“You’re right. Not intentionally, at least. But don’t underestimate me, Henry. If you break our deal, so will I.”

As (Y/N) heard her mother’s footsteps, she ran back into her room. Her heart hammered in her chest, and it made it hurt. She knew her parents were trying to protect her. Whatever her parents were talking about would break the very fabric of her existence, and she wasn’t sure if that made her want to know about it more or not. But out of everything, the thing (Y/N) wanted to know the most was who the her they were talking about was.

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thyfggfy · 6 months

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We are continuing my self-indulgent little project with the fandom's favourite blorbo-Derek Hale

I am not going to beat around the bush here.His outfits 90% of the time are pretty lame .From a production standpoint it makes total sense .Why bother putting Tyler in something cute when the script demands for him to be half-naked 5 minutes later , you know?

However , I do think that Derek goes through a solid style evolution when it comes to his colour scheme and a few other elements .

During the first two seasons we see him wear primarily greys and blacks

There are a few exceptions from the rule.He wears a white t-shirt in the pilot

a brown one in season 2

and if you really feel like taking a dig at me , I guess you can also count the times when he wears standart denim

But overall it is pretty bleak and from the flashback episode we can see that he wasn't allergic to colours

So we can assume that something must have happened during this time period. (We knowww what happened , but for the sake of this post we are pretending to be a bunch of film students who haven't watched a lick of tw).

In season 3 we see Derek finally starting to get his sh*t together. He tries to be a better alpha , rebuilds his support system and slowly but surely gets on the path of overcoming his trauma.That is reflected in his wardrobe that seems to become significantly more bright and colourful.

You can also notice that his iconic leather jacket starts to make less and less frequent appearances .

which can symbolize that he is stripping away his armour.Fitting , considering the fact that this is the season where he gives up his alpha status.The one thing he worked so hard to reinforce in the previous season.

In season 4 his character arc concludes . In that season we see him wearing (you might need to sit down for this one) jackets that are not black

Let that sink in.

Outside of that his style remains pretty consisted with what we've talked about so far.

I realize that this might not be fashion related (quite the opposite actually) , but I feel like it is appropriate to point out that when he finally confronts Kate he is fully naked

signifying that he is no longer afraid and that she has no power over him.

Season 6 doesn't diviate from the established points either

neither does the movie

We will finish this post with the only other outfit that is memorable in the fans' eyes and that is the thumbhole sweater .

and this time around I have to fully agree. This is cute as hell.I want one.

Parts: Jackson ; Liam ; Mason ; Theo ; Scott.1 ; Scott.2

#derek hale #fashion #finding images for season 4 was very fun #can't you tell #that was surprisingly long #I hope it doesn't become too unfocused near the end #I've sacrificed a great joke btw #because I've reached the image limit #so appreciate my dedication #teen wolf

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SELENOPHILES OF BEACON HILLS | Teen Wolf Rewrite

Stiles Stilinksi/Original Female Character

chapter thirteen

fic summary; after an already traumatic evening involving the unfortunate discovery of a gruesome scene, amber is convinced to hike through the woods with her two best friends in search of the other half of a dead body. but it's not as if she could ever say no.. not when stiles looked at her like that.

chapter word count; 15,581

chapter warnings; underage drinking, very mild sexual content

chapter notes; between forced confessions, terrible tasting alcohol, and appearances from both peter hale and the argents, winter formal turns out to be quite the event. chaos ensues.

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c h a p t e r t h i r t e e n (finale)

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When they pulled into the school parking lot on Friday night, Ben gestured for Amber to stay put as he got out of the car and jogged around to the passenger side to open the door for her.

"Thanks, but you really don't have to be quite so chivalrous." She laughed.

Ben shrugged with a grin, "Can't have you thinking I'm a bad date."

"I already know you're not a bad date. I'm the bad date, remember?" She reminded him as they linked arms and walked to the front of the lot.

"I thought you were a pretty good date right up until that little slip at the end," He looked down at her with a friendly smile, "It was a pretty big slip, but y'know.. For the other ninety-five percent of the date you were great."

She was laughing as they approached the school building. Jackson and Allison were standing just outside of Jackson's Porsche in the parking lot and Amber watched as the boy lifted a flask to his lips to take a long pull.

"Save some for the rest of us, Wittemore." She joked with a quiet laugh.

Jackson held the small metal container out toward her as he swallowed with a wince, "You want some?" He asked, voice husky from the liquor.

Her free hand twitched at her side. She looked up at Ben hesitantly and her date shrugged at her, releasing her arm with a small nudge.

"If you want some, I'm not gonna judge you." Ben told her softly.

Amber licked her lips and hesitated for another fraction of a second before accepting the flask. She lifted the small opening to her lips and poured some of the liquid into her mouth, swallowing with gag when the taste lingered on her tongue.

"God. What is that?" She asked in disgust as she handed it back over.

"It's bourbon." Jackson told her judgmentally, "Expensive bourbon."

She nodded, "Oh, yeah. You can tell. It- It's really good bourbon."

"You're welcome to have some more," Jackson grinned, holding it back out, "I mean, since you like it so much. I've got more in the car."

"Oh." She faltered, looking around her at Ben and Allison's amused gazes, "Yeah, totally. Thanks."

She took the flask from his grip again and gulped nervously in anticipation. She frowned and took a deep breath before tilting her head back and pouring what was left of the container into her mouth. There was slightly more than she'd been expecting from the weight of it and her mouth was full when she swallowed, fighting against another gag and coughing instead. As she did, she reached out to grab onto the sleeve of Ben's suit jacket and handed Jackson back the tiny metal flask blindly.

Jackson was laughing at her as Amber coughed once more and she heard Lydia's voice chime in from behind them as she recovered.

"Jackson." Lydia greeted, "You look handsome."

"Obviously," Jackson shook his head, tucking the flask back into the pocket on the inside of his jacket, "It's Hugo Boss."

With that, he pulled Allison's hand to loop around his arm and guided her toward the school.

Amber turned to face the new arrivals, dropping her hand from where it had been agressively squeezing Ben's arm. She eyed the pale pink satin of Lydia's dress before she allowed her gaze to flick over to Stiles.

She hadn't seen him in a full suit since his own mom's funeral in elementary school. Back then, the suit he'd worn had been slightly too large and he'd been red in the face from crying.

Now, when Amber looked at him, she floundered for a moment at how handsome he looked. His black suit jacket fit him nicely, and the white button down he had on underneath was crisp and tucked neatly into his dress pants. She swallowed distractedly as her mind drifted with the desire to grab him by his tie to pull him in for a kiss.

Only a few quiet seconds had passed and Amber shook her head to recover as she realized Lydia was speaking again.

"-I will not fall prey to society's desire to turn girls into emotional, insecure neurotics who pull up their dresses at the first flattering remark." Lydia told herself sternly.

"Lydia. You look gorgeous." Amber told her honestly. She leaned closer in the dark of the parking lot to study the red of her lipstick, "That lip color goes really nicely with your dress, too. Your lips really pop and- You look incredible, okay?"

Lydia was fighting a smile, "Really?"

"Really." Amber laughed.

Lydia sniffed and looked Amber over in scrutiny, "Gross. Did Jackson give you bourbon?"

"He might've given me a bit." She admitted with a quiet giggle, already beginning to feel the light buzz thrumming in her brain. She turned her attention toward Stiles with a grin, "Stiles, you look really-" She hesitated for a second, "Really handsome."

Stiles seemed surprised by her comment, "Oh, I. You too." He told her.

Amber laughed quietly and Lydia's elbow jammed into Stiles' side. He jerked in realization as he processed what he'd said.

"I mean- Not- You look really nice too, but not handsome. I meant beautiful. You- You look really beautiful." He amended.

Amber cheeks flushed, stomach flipping from his stuttered words of praise, and there was a small moment of silence between the four of them before Stiles spoke up again.

"And uh, Ben looks great too," He added awkwardly, "Can't leave him out, I mean, look at this guy." He reached out to punch Ben in the shoulder and the other boy blinked at Stiles incredulously as he continued, "So sharp. Uh, should we head inside? I think we should head inside."

His hand came up to rest on Lydia's shoulder and he steered her toward the school building without another word.

Amber simply watched him go for a second before Ben's hand came up to rest between her shoulder blades over the curls in her hair and he nudged her to follow behind them.

"Pull yourself together, Callisto." Ben laughed quietly, "You were practically drooling."

"I was not." She pouted, prying her eyes away from the back of Stiles' head to look up at the tall boy beside her.

"I know he's cute but you are never gonna make it through the night if you keep torturing yourself." He told her.

He squeezed her shoulder as he pulled their tickets out of his jacket pocket with his free hand and gave them to the chaperone at the door.

The minute that they made their way inside, Ben dragged Amber over toward the refreshments table and forced a small bottle of water into her hands.

"I don't trust the punch and since you've had alcohol, you should hydrate sooner rather than later." He told her quietly, looking out at the room around them.

She accepted the water and took a drink.

"Did you want to dance yet?" She asked, the music thrumming nicely with the tipsy buzz in her brain, "I think I wanna dance."

Ben laughed, urging her to take another long sip from her water before he led her into the crowd of students on the dancefloor.

She swayed in her heels along with the upbeat music and Ben reached out one hand to grip onto hers in case she lost her balance. She held onto it gratefully and bounced on her toes as the beat picked up, a few of their classmates bumping into her periodically as she moved.

They danced for twenty minutes before Ben's phone began to ring distantly from inside his jacket pocket.

"Is that you?" Amber asked when she noticed the sound, reaching into his suit jacket to dig around for the device as it continued to chime.

Ben frowned and reached around her fingers to pull out his phone. He read the name on the screen and his frown deepened.

"Sorry, give me a sec. I'll be right back." He assured her before jogging out into the hallway.

As Amber watched him go, she happened to catch sight of Scott hunched down behind an open set of bleachers at the side of the gymnasium and she took off in Scott's direction, only wobbling slightly in her heels as she went. When she came up behind him, she leaned closely into his space.

"Hi!" Amber said beside his ear.

Scott flinched and jumped back, turning to face her with a look of surprise.

"Dude! Aren't you supposed to have like, super-senses?" She laughed joyfully, "How did you not know I was standing right here?"

"I was focussed on Allison." Scott defended, calming down and looking his best friend over slowly, "You look nice."

"You look very nice too." She grinned and reached out to fiddle with the collar of his suit jacket, "Did you see Stiles? You both look so handsome-" She flattened his lapel back down beneath her fingers and pouted with an influx of emotion, "My two boys-"

Scott leaned into her space and unsubtly sniffed at her, "Are you drunk?" He asked with a frown.

"No. I'm lightly buzzed," She corrected with a shake of her head, reaching up to adjust his crooked tie around his neck with delicate fingers, "There's a difference."

Scott looked over her shoulder and his eyes widened for a moment before he shook his head and frowned in confusion. Amber spun around, still gripping onto his tie, to look at whatever he was focussed on but all she saw was a crowded room.

"What is it?" She asked.

"I-I thought I saw Peter."

"Well, did you see him?" She asked quickly, gaze snapping back over to her friend.

Scott shook his head again, "I'm not sure. He disappeared."

"Well, he's not a ghost, Scott." She told him, "You're probably just nervous. I mean, you snuck in, you don't want to get caught, I hope you're still thinking about how to find Derek, Allison's here with someone else-"

Scott shot her a dirty look and she shrugged her shoulders in mock surrender.

"Hey, don't give me that look. Everything I said is true." She defended.

"Hey, there you are-" Ben's voice sounded from behind them, "I couldn't find you."

"I'm gonna-" Scott said, pulling his tie from between her fingers and pointing his finger behind himself before taking off.

Amber turned to Ben with a grin, "So, what's up? Who called?"

He sunk in on himself sadly and frowned at her, "I, uh. I have to go. Home."

"What?" She asked incredulously, "Why? We just got here-"

"I'm really sorry." Ben apologized, "My parents are out of town and they hired a sitter for tonight but she just called and said she's like, vomiting. So, I have to-"

"Hey, no." She cut in quickly, reaching up to grab his bicep, "It's okay. Go watch your sisters. I understand."

"I'm really sorry." He repeated, "Like so unbelievably sorry. I know that Stiles-"

"Ben. Stop." She said gently, "I'll be fine, okay? I'll catch a ride with Stiles, or even Jackson if I have to. Don't worry. Go home, seriously."

He frowned at her and pulled her into a quick hug. Amber startled for a moment before wrapping her arms around him to return the embrace. After a few seconds, Ben pulled away and stepped backwards slowly.

"I'm sorry again." He frowned.

"I forgive you, again." She laughed quietly.

She watched him turn to go and her face didn't pull into a frown until he could no longer see her. Amber sighed sadly and gnawed on her lip, looking around the crowded room. She spotted Jackson and Danny spiking their drinks from a familiar flask unsubtly and she pursed her lips in thought before heading in their direction.

Jackson raised his eyebrows when he noticed her, "Callisto. What do you want?"

"Wanted to know if I can have more of your illicit refreshments." She told him, nodding at Danny in greeting before returning her attention to Jackson.

He looked at her skeptically, "Where's your date?"

"My date had to leave due to a vomiting babysitter." She told him, "And now I'm dateless and I'd really like it if my buzz was a little stronger."

Jackson shrugged at her explanation and poured out another small dose from the flask before handing over his spiked cup of punch, "All yours." He told her, "Try not to get too messy, will you? It's tacky."

She repeated his words back to him in a weak imitation of his irritating voice and rolled her eyes. She raised her cup in a salute of thanks before turning and heading off to find a table where she could sit down.

She spotted Lydia and Stiles sitting at an otherwise empty table and hesitated for only a moment before going over. Stiles had shed his jacket at some point and was slouching unhappily in his chair next to Lydia, who didn't look any more amused. Amber sighed and plopped down into the chair beside the redhead.

"Where's Ben?" Lydia asked, picking at her nail polish and looking bored.

Amber lifted her cup to her mouth and took a dejected sip. Lydia's eyebrows raised expectantly when she didn't immediately get a response and Amber swallowed with a frown before answering.

"Family emergency." She told her.

"W- Hold on. Davis left?" Stiles asked, sitting up straighter in his seat and looking at her in disbelief.

"Mhm." She responded, leaning back in her chair.

She peered down at her own breasts for a moment and tugged at the fabric of her dress where it must have gotten slightly askew from all of the dancing and moving around. She readjusted it before taking another tiny sip of the repulsive drink in her hand.

"Okay, I will not continue to be subjected to this." Lydia announced in annoyance.

Amber's attention snapped over to look at her two friends. Stiles' face had a light flush rising on his cheeks and Lydia was pointing between him and Amber as she shot them both an irritated look.

"You two are ridiculous." Lydia told them, "Sitting here and watching you both sulk is actually infuriating."

"What did I do?" Amber asked, taken aback.

"You?" Lydia repeated incredulously, "You made me go to this stupid dance with the guy you're practically in love with, even though I had a wonderfully stupid and incredibly hot guy from the football team all lined up-"

"Lydia. What the hell?" Amber finally cut her off with wide eyes, heart pounding and refusing to look over at Stiles, "What are you-"

"No." Lydia said, holding up a finger like she was scolding a small child, "No. You want to be here with Stiles. He wants to be here with you. This is stupid."

Amber frowned, "Lyds-"

Lydia sighed loudly and turned in her seat to face the boy beside her, "Do you want to kiss Amber? Right here, right now?" She asked him seriously.

Amber's heart pounded in her chest and her eyes finally darted over to Stiles. He was looking between them with a dark flush on his cheeks, mouth hanging open as he floundered.

"I, uh. Wha-" Stiles articulated slowly.

Lydia's glare intensified, "So help me god. If you don't answer the question in the next two seconds-"

"Yeah, I- Yeah." Stiles interrupted, swallowing nervously and glancing at Amber across the table.

She could barely hear anything over the heavy pounding of the blood pumping in her ears. Her right hand tightened around the plastic of her cup.

Lydia was smiling as she turned to Amber, reaching out to delicately place her fingers over where Amber's free hand was resting on her own thigh.

"Amber," Lydia started almost condescendingly, speaking slowly as if she were dealing with a two year old, "Do you want to kiss Stiles?"

"I, yeah. I do. I like, really, really do." She said quietly, eyes wide.

Lydia patted Amber's hand and stood from the table.

"Great. My work here is done. Have a good night, you two." She told them before turning away, "It's like second grade all over again." Lydia muttered as she strutted off.

Amber didn't move for a moment, her brain fuzzy with adrenaline and a hint of alcohol.

"You wanna kiss me?" She repeated in question after a few seconds passed.

"Is that.. An actual question or an invitation?" Stiles asked, avoiding eye contact and fiddling with a napkin on top of the table.

"Whichever." She told him.

His gaze snapped back to hers and they both paused again for a few seconds.

"Okay. I, d'you- Hallway?" Stiles asked dumbly.

She nodded with wide eyes, "Hallway." She agreed.

When she stood from her seat, she swayed slightly from a combination of the fog in her brain and her high heels. Stiles came to stand beside her and grabbed her hand, tugging her away in the direction of the doors quickly.

They stepped into the hallway and her heart continued to pound in her chest, only now it was with excitement. Stiles didn't stop pulling her along once they broke through the doors. He continued to tug her down the hall and around a corner until the music from the gym was only a dull thumping of bass in the distance.

"Stiles-" She called out quietly, pulling at his hand.

He came to a stop and turned around to look at her with wide eyes, "Yeah?"

Stiles' chest was rising and falling heavily. His face was flushed bright red underneath the speckles of moles dotting cheeks. His hand was damp with sweat where it was gripping tightly onto hers. Amber desperately wanted to kiss him.

So she did.

She tugged forcefully on his hand and when Stiles stumbled forward, she took a step closer. She reached up to cup his face and guided him to tilt his head down until their mouths slotted together softly. He huffed out a small breath in surprise and before she could relish in the feeling of his lips on hers, he was pulling back just a fraction of an inch, his eyes flicking slowly between hers in contemplation.

"Have you had more alcohol since the last time I saw you?" He questioned quietly against her mouth.

She nodded with a quiet sound of affirmation, leaning up onto her toes to bring their lips back together but Stiles brushed her hand away from his face and raised one of his own to grip her shoulder so he could push her down until her heels touched back onto the floor and he pulled back to look at her again.

"I feel like we shouldn't- I'm- If you're drunk-" He stuttered out.

"Stiles." She interrupted softly, squeezing his hand in hers.

"Yeah?" He asked quickly.

"I promise I'm not drunk. And I'm gonna need you to kiss me again." She whispered, "Now."

"Are you sure?" He questioned, fingers tightening around her shoulder for a fraction of a second.

Amber nodded, "Really, really sure." She repeated.

Stiles hauled her back in quickly, his fingers sliding into her hair and releasing her hand from his own to grab at her waist. He tugged her closer and she sighed contentedly into his mouth as their lips slotted together more comfortably.

His mouth on hers felt right. The kiss soft and firm and so fucking perfect she was instantly convinced that her lips had to have been made for his. Her stomach was alive with butterflies and her heart was determined to beat it’s way out from beneath her ribcage and she wasn’t sure how she was supposed to exist now without his mouth on hers.

She reached out to his fancy dress shirt and fisted her hands into the fabric on either side of his hips while they kissed, pulling him along for a few steps until he was caging her back against the wall in the hallway. The stone was cold as it touched her bare back and she gasped in surprise at the chill of it pressing against her skin. When her mouth dropped open, Stiles tilted his head just so and his tongue slipped into the opening to brush against hers.

At the first touch of his tongue, her mind grew hazy and she tugged harshly at the fabric of his shirt. The action pulled Stiles firmly against her and he let out a soft, needy noise into her mouth when his groin pressed against her hip.

She separated their lips to take an unsteady breath and Stiles rested his forehead against hers as they both panted quietly.

"Sorry." He murmured in apology.

He let the hand he had in her hair slowly trail down until it rested lightly at the curve where her neck met her shoulder, his thumb brushing up and down softly over her collarbone. He shifted back until their lower halves were no longer pressed together and she found herself genuinely mourning the loss of contact.

She frowned in the small distance between their faces and reached up to place her right hand at the back of his neck, guiding their mouths back together and tugging him back against her with her grip on his waist. When Stiles released another small sound against her lips at the contact, she angled her head and kissed him deeper.

When he rolled his hips unconsciously against her a minute later, her fingers tightened around the back of his neck. She sighed quietly at the feeling of him and there was an aching heat building between her thighs as she focussed on the point where his obvious arousal was slowly hardening against her.

The hand he had on her hip slid slowly until it was resting over the arch of her back where her spine curved to meet her ass and Amber tightened her fingers around the soft fabric of his dress shirt when he pulled her closer.

His hand at the base of her neck readjusted until his thumb could press lightly into her chin and he guided her to tip her head to the side. His lips skimmed across her face slowly and he pressed tender kisses along her cheek. He continued to tilt her head with his thumb sliding along her jaw until could lower his mouth to kiss lightly at her neck. She gasped out a quiet breathy noise and automatically lifted up onto her toes to push against his mouth more firmly as his lips kissed softly at her throat.

"Stiles-" She said breathlessly. It came out too airy, like an unconscious expression of pleasure rather than a signal. She gasped when he sucked lightly at the sensitive skin under her jaw and took a shaky breath before trying again more firmly, "Stiles."

She moved her hand from the back of his neck to his jaw and pushed his face away from her slightly. He leaned his head back and looked down at her with dazed eyes.

"We should probably-" Her chest was rising and falling quickly and she rubbed her thumb softly along his jaw as she tried to calm her breathing, "Should definitely slow down."

He dropped his forehead down against hers again and heaved a deep sigh before pulling back to look at her, "Yeah. Yeah, you're right-"

"Sorry." She apologized quietly, watching his face closely in the dimmed light of the hallway.

"Hey, no, don't apologize. Not for that." Stiles told her seriously. He readjusted his grip on her jaw and pressed his fingers into her cheek to pull her in for another chaste kiss before taking a few steps back, "God. I seriously need like- Two minutes where your mouth isn't only an inch away."

Amber watched him in amusement while he frowned and reached down to uncomfortably adjust himself in his dress pants. She lifted a hand up to her own face to cover the small smile pulling at her lips.

He caught her gaze and shot her a small glare in jest, "Oh, you find this funny?" He asked her with an incredulous grin, gesturing to his pants.

"No," She shook her head with a serious expression, "No, not funny at all."

He narrowed his eyes playfully at her once more, "Alright, you." He stepped forward to press a final conciliatory kiss to her lips, "Go back in and I'll be there in a minute."

She frowned but took a small step back in the direction of the gymnasium.

"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom real quick." He explained in response to her silent question.

"Oh, you're going to the bathroom, are you?" She asked, grinning at the insinuation.

"W- I'm not- This is embarrassing enough, okay? I just- I'll see you in a minute." Stiles shook his head with a flush on his cheeks.

She laughed and held her hands up in surrender as she backed away, "Sorry, I'm going. I'm going."

She took one final survey of how debauched and truly obscene he looked before she turned on her heels and headed back toward the gym with a giddy smile on her lips. Her gaze drifted across the crowded room once she stepped through the doors again and she picked up her pace when she caught sight of Lydia sitting back at their table, nursing a cup of punch.

Once she was within arms reach, she grabbed Lydia's hand from the tabletop and pulled the girl up out of her chair. The moment her friend was on her feet, Amber's arms were wrapped around her in a tight hug.

"I love you so much right now, I could kiss you." Amber told her quickly.

Lydia stepped back to look at her friend with a barely there smile of amusement, "It looks like you've gotten plenty of kissing done already." She pointed out, reaching up to fix the mess Stiles had made of the hair on the right side of Amber's head, "Was there anything more than kissing?" Lydia questioned casually.

"Just kissing." Amber told her, "Really hot, glorious, incredible kissing."

"Oh, I can see just how hot and glorious it was." Lydia grinned devilishly, pressing her fingers into a tender spot that Amber couldn't see on her underside of her jaw bone.

"God. Do I have a hickey?" She asked quickly, reaching up to press her fingers over the spot Lydia had touched, "Please tell me I don-"

"It's not a hickey." Lydia promised, "Calm down. It's just a little pink."

She sighed in relief and dropped her hand, looking over at the spot where Lydia had taken up residence while they'd been gone with a frown.

"Have you danced at all?" Amber asked.

Lydia shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest, "No, and I don't plan to."

"Oh, come on, Lyds," She goaded, grabbing the redhead's hands in hers to uncross her arms and tugging her in the direction of the dance floor, "Please dance with me?"

Lydia pouted dramatically and rolled her eyes but followed behind Amber without protest.

The song that was playing through the gymnasium was a slow one, so when they stepped out onto the dancefloor Amber put her hands around Lydia's waist and grinned as she guided the redhead to sway with her. Lydia brought her arms up around the back of Amber's neck and moved slowly along with the beat, meeting her friend's gaze and smiling back at her with a small roll of her eyes.

They danced closely to the familiar song for a few minutes before a loud voice erupted across the gym.

"McCall! I see you!" Coach Finstock's voice yelled out over the music. "Come here, buddy! McCall!"

Amber turned her head to see the teacher pushing his way slowly through the crowd of teens. Scott's eyes widened from the other side of the gym and he ducked down as he moved through the dancing bodies in the opposite direction. Amber watched as her best friend snuck around the spot where she and Lydia were dancing and came to a stop in front of Danny and his date beside them.

"Danny. Danny, dance with me." Scott said frantically.

Coach Finstock was still yelling as he pushed through to get to the other side of the dancefloor and Scott looked between their teacher and Danny nervously.

"What?" Danny blinked in confusion.

"Dance with me." Scott repeated with wide eyes.

Danny looked between Scott and his date slowly, "No."

Coach had nearly reached them and Amber watched the situation in amusement.

"Please!" Scott begged, "Right now!"

Scott's hands scrambled to untangle Danny from his date and he shoved himself between them. Danny shrugged at his date with a frown as Scott pulled his arms up onto his waist and brought his own arms up to wrap around Danny's shoulders.

"McCall!" Coach said loudly as he stepped up to the couple, "You're not supposed to-" He paused in confusion as he looked between the two boys, "What the hell are you do- What the hell are you doing?"

"Yes, Coach?" Scott asked with a look of wide-eyed innocence, tightening his arms around his dance partner's neck as he pulled Danny closer.

The music had quieted between songs and Coach's raised voice had been loud in the sudden silence. A majority of the gymnasium was turned to see who Coach was yelling at and they all frowned at the sight of the two boys dancing in front of him.

Coach seemed to catch on to the train of thought of the people around him and he backtracked at the perceived homophobia.

"Okay.. Oh, ho, ho- Ha! Hold on," He started, addressing the room at large, "You.. I was just saying that he's not supposed to- I mean, I wasn't saying that he shouldn't- You guys don't think.." He took a small step back from Scott and Danny with a nervous smile, "I-I was- Just dance, everybody! Just dance! Dance! It's a party!"

After shooting a final look of warning toward Scott, Coach disappeared into the crowd again.

Amber snorted softly and readjusted her hands over the silky material at the bottom of Lydia's spine. She watched Scott release Danny with a pat on the shoulder, stepping back and shot the other boy a thumbs-up.

"Thanks, dude! I owe you!" Scott called out before taking off.

A new song started up after a minute and Amber peered at the people around them as they danced. She spotted Scott and Allison now wrapped up in one another's arms closely. After another minute, Lydia slipped her arms from around Amber's neck and took a small step back.

"What's wrong?" Amber asked with a frown as her own hands fell to her sides, "You okay?"

"Just.. I need to take a little break." Lydia told her with a sad smile.

Amber nodded in understanding, "Is that code for going to talk to Jackson?"

Lydia looked momentarily taken aback by her friend's attentiveness before nodding slowly with a small pout on her lips and Amber reached out to squeeze Lydia's hand with a reassuring smile.

"I get it. Go ahead, Lyds." She said encouragingly.

She watched Lydia go and when the redhead was through the doors and out of sight, Amber shuffled on her feet awkwardly for a moment in uncertainty. A slow song was still playing and she was just debating heading over to snag another bottle of water when someone grabbed her hand to gently pull her back a step.

She teetered in her heels and spun around to see Stiles standing right behind her, tugging her against him. When her gaze went to his face, Stiles brought a hand up to cup her cheek and he ducked down to give her a soft kiss that had her stomach fluttering wildly.

"Hi." He said gently as he pulled back.

He was quick to wrap his arms around her waist and she followed his lead by curling her own arms tightly around the back of his neck, holding on to her own elbows as they began to sway to the music with their chests pressed together.

"I distinctly remember you saying something about needing time away from my mouth." She laughed quietly, licking her lips unconsciously to taste the lingering essence of him again following the chaste kiss.

"I had my two minutes away," He spoke softly into her ear, "Now I'm thinking I should actually figure out a way to have you within kissing distance at all times."

She snorted a quiet laugh into his shoulder, "You're ridiculous."

She tightened her arms around his neck and leaned against him to prop her chin up over his shoulder as they moved slowly in time with the music. They made it through another entire song before Amber sighed quietly, loosening her grip around his shoulders and taking a small step back from him.

"Okay. Now I need to use the bathroom." She laughed quietly.

"Must be all that bourbon." Stiles told her with a small smile of amusement.

"Oh, cut it out." She wiped the grin off his face by pressing her lips against his in a quick kiss, "Stop picking on me and let me go because I actually do need to pee. Really badly."

Stiles dropped an arm around her shoulder and guided her through the crowd of dancing bodies, releasing her at the edge of the room and giving her a gentle push out the doors and into the hallway.

She used the bathroom outside the gymnasium quickly, wiping a small bead of water that she'd somehow missed when drying her hands onto the velvet of her dress as she was exiting the girl's room. When she looked up again, she spotted Jackson walking back inside the building with a terrified look on his face.

"Jackson? What's wrong? Did you talk to Lydia?" She asked quickly as she approached him.

"I-I was out behind the school-" He started slowly, voice shaking as he looked at the girl in front of him.

"Jackson, is Lydia okay?" She redirected quickly, her heart rate picking up in her chest.

He shook his head and her stomach dropped before he spoke, "Not Lydia. I-I. Allison's dad-"

"What about Allison's dad? What did you say to him, Jackson?" She demanded, stepping closer so that they were almost pressed together in the dark hallway.

"I-I told him- He promised he wouldn't-" Jackson continued to stammer, "But I told him- I told him Scott-"

She shoved Jackson back against the wall behind him aggressively, her hands shaking, "What have you done?" Her voice cracked with anxiety and the sheer volume of her yelling, "Do you have any idea-"

"Hey- Hey! What's going on?" Stiles' voice came from behind her. Amber had been reaching out to grab at Jackson's suit but Stiles' arms wrapped around her and pulled her a step back, "What happened? What did Jackson-"

"He told Allison's dad about Scott! Her dad is here and he-" Amber said angrily, before ice seemed to fill her body in fear, "Oh, god. Where's Scott?"

She turned to Stiles with wide eyes and he looked just as nervous.

"Jackson, what did you do?" Stiles asked rhetorically, shooting a glare at the boy over Amber's shoulder.

"Lydia's still outside looking for Jackson," She realized suddenly, words coming out between anxious gasps, "And the hunters are- What do we-"

Stiles put his hands over her shoulders and gave her a squeeze, "We'll split up and we'll look for them both, okay? Everything's gonna be okay."

She took a shaky breath and turned to shove Jackson against the wall one final time before she was running outside.

"Lydia!" She called out as soon as she stepped out of the school and into the cold night air. She continued to call out for her friend as she rounded the building and crossed over into the side parking lot near the lacrosse field, "Lydia?"

She heard Lydia's voice calling out for Jackson in the distance and Amber reached down to rip her uncomfortable strappy heels from her feet, taking off in a run across the cold grass. The floodlights around the field began to click on loudly, illuminating the lacrosse pitch in a slow circle until she could see where Lydia was standing at the center of the field.

Amber slowed as she took her first step between the bleachers while a dark figure stepped out on the other side of the field in Lydia's eyeline. Amber lifted her arm over her face in an attempt to block some of the bright light from above as she tried to distinguish the shadow with squinted eyes.

"Jackson?" Lydia questioned the mystery person at the other side of the field in a quieter voice.

"Lydia, no. Wait-" Amber said, only a few feet behind her friend now.

"Amber! Lydia!" Stiles' voice screamed frantically from the end of the pitch, "Run!"

Amber's gaze snapped between Stiles and the dark figure in front of them as it took another few steps toward them. The floodlights over the field illuminated Peter Hale's face and Amber reached out to pull at Lydia's wrist as her heart thumped violently in her chest.

"Lydia, you need to run. You need to run now, please-" Amber begged, tugging a confused Lydia backwards in an attempt to get the redhead hidden behind her.

Peter tilted his head, his eyes slowly shifting to a bright glowing red as he came to stand in front of them. He growled as he shoved Amber to the ground, his face beginning to shift deeper, fangs dropping down from his mouth. The brunette fell to the grass hard and watched on in horror from only a few feet away as the werewolf bit down, sharp teeth sinking into Lydia's waist.

"No!" Amber screamed, already crawling toward them as she watched the dark red of Lydia's blood start to seep out to stain the pale pink satin of her dress.

Peter leaned back but continued to hover protectively over the redhead's unmoving body, forcing Amber to freeze with her hands only a few inches away from her friend. Stiles finally reached them and dropped to his knees at Lydia's other side, both he and Amber watching Peter in fear as a trail of blood dripped from his mouth.

"Don't kill her." Amber begged, hands shaking with the need to reach out for her friend, "Please."

"Of course not." Peter agreed quickly, eyes flicking over to Stiles, "If he tells me how to find Derek."

"W- What?" Stiles stuttered in surprise.

"Tell me. How to find Derek." Peter repeated slowly, tracing a claw down the side of Lydia's unconscious face teasingly.

"He doesn't know!" Amber cried immediately, "We don't-"

"Yeah, I- I don't know that." Stiles reiterated between shaky breaths, "How would I know that?"

"Because you're the clever one, aren't you?" Peter smiled condescendingly at him, "And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles."

Amber's gaze cut to Stiles with wide eyes and she spoke in a shaky voice, "Stiles, what's he talking about?"

He shook his head, "I-I don't know!"

"Tell me the truth, Stiles." Peter growled angrily.

The werewolf moved with a sudden quickness that the teens could barely comprehend and before they knew what was happening, Amber was upright on her knees, her back pressed flush against Peter's chest as he knelt behind her, the fingers of his right hand wrapped around Amber's throat tight enough that she could feel his sharp nails digging into the flesh of her neck painfully.

"Tell me the truth. Or I will rip her apart." Peter continued.

She squeaked quietly in fear and shifted on her knees, reaching up to grab onto Peter's arm desperately, her eyes filling with tears as she met Stiles' own terrified gaze.

"Look- Look, I don't know, okay? I sw-" Stiles faltered when Peter's fingers gripped tighter at her throat and she let out a whine, "I swear to god I have no idea!" He yelled anxiously.

Amber felt the claws press deeper into the skin of her neck and she whimpered again quietly as she pulled at the sleeve of the werewolf's jacket. The moment the tip of one of his claws punctured her skin, she felt the sharp sting of it and gasped in pain.

"Tell me!" Peter repeated, voice loud and demanding beside Amber's ear.

"Okay, okay! Look-" Stiles relented, "I-I think he knew-"

"Knew what?" Peter asked quickly, refusing to loosen his grip on the girl in front of him.

"Derek. I think he- I think he knew he was gonna be taken-" Stiles explained shakily.

Amber looked at him in confusion through the tears in her eyes.

"By the Argents." Peter clarified.

"Yeah." Stiles squeaked.

Peter jostled Amber in his arms as he straightened his back, "And?"

"When they were shot. He and Scott-" Stiles spoke nervously, eyes bouncing back and forth between Peter and Amber, "I think he took Scott's phone."

"What?" Amber squeaked before whimpering quietly when Peter shook her slightly in a demand for silence.

"Why?" Peter asked Stiles.

Stiles looked at Amber regretfully as he spoke, "Because they all have GPS now. So if he still has it on him, and it's still on-" He explained, "You can find him."

Peter's grip around Amber's neck and body loosened all at once and he pushed her forward as he got to his feet behind her. She caught herself in the grass on her hands and Stiles rushed over to her side, his hands coming up to brush gently over her arms and her waist and her face, touching softly over everything he could as he checked that she was okay.

Her hands were still shaking as she brushed Stiles off to crawl forward and lean over Lydia. Amber pushed an errant lock of her strawberry blonde hair off of her face with trembling fingers before her gaze dropped to the dark stain still spreading across the fabric of Lydia's dress. She trailed her hand lightly over the spot and her stomach turned as her cold fingers came back coated with the warmth of her friend's blood.

"Lydia?" Amber asked quietly, voice choked with tears. "Oh, god."

Peter had produced a handkerchief from one of his jacket pockets and he was delicately wiping the two girl's blood away from his face and fingertips. When he was finished, he tucked the stained cloth away again and turned his attention to the teens still on the ground in front of him.

"Alright. Let's go." He told them simply, as if they were dilly-dallying and making him late for a meeting.

"No." Amber protested quickly, tearing her eyes away from her bloodied fingers to look at the werewolf standing above her, "We're not leaving her here."

"I don't need you." Peter dismissed, "But Stiles is coming with me."

Her chest tightened in worry at the thought of Stiles going off alone with Peter Hale, "No. No, he-"

"I'm not- I'm not going anywhere-" Stiles protested with a shake of his head, pained gaze darting over to Amber as she took in shaky breaths.

"You can call your friend," Peter acquiesced, "Tell Jackson to come out to the field. That's all you get."

Stiles continued to look at Amber with wide eyes, his shoulders still trembling with nerves and adrenaline.

"Call Jackson." Amber told him quietly, nodding her head in what she hoped looked reassuring rather than showing the terror that she was truly feeling.

Stiles frowned and his lips quivered around a shaky breath, looking like he desperately wanted to say something, but after a moment, he closed his eyes and got to his feet, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

While he called Jackson, Amber's gaze dropped back down to Lydia and she exhaled a trembling breath of fog into the air. She brushed her friend's hair back from her face again gently and her heart clenched at the small streak of blood that her fingertips left behind over the pale skin of Lydia's cheekbone.

Amber flinched when Stiles dropped back down to his knees beside her, his hands gripping her cold arms as he studied her worriedly.

"Jackson'll be here in a minute." He said quietly.

She nodded and bit down on her lip, jaw trembling and causing her teeth to chatter over the flesh in a combination of fear and chill from the cold. She felt her eyes prickle with heat again at the reminder that Stiles would be leaving with Peter and she desperately tried to take in every tiny mole dotted along cheeks, her gaze scanning his face intently.

"Stiles." Peter's voice cut in, making them both flinch, "Now."

Stiles teetered back and forth for a moment, seeming to hesitate before he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Amber's lips with a hand at the back of her head. The kiss was chaste, but he still held his mouth firmly against hers, lingering a second longer than was strictly necessary with a werewolf impatiently hovering behind them.

"Teenagers exhaust me." Peter declared in annoyance.

Amber reached up to push at Stiles' shoulder and the two separated reluctantly, "Go." She told him.

He nodded with a frown and got to his feet again. Peter held an arm out in a gesture toward the parking lot and he and Stiles walked away, disappearing from her line of sight to where the Jeep was parked around the side of the building.

It was only another minute before Jackson made it out onto the field, his legs carrying him quickly and his eyes drawn to where Lydia was laying on the ground, his face dropping in horror at his ex girlfriend's bloodied body.

"What happened?" He asked worriedly.

"The Alpha happened," Amber told him quickly, "Just call 911."

"You haven't called 911 yet?" Jackson asked in disbelief.

Amber waved a hand in gesture to the tight fabric of her dress, "This thing doesn't exactly have any pockets for my phone." She snapped. "Just do it."

Jackson glared at her before his eyes dropped back to Lydia in worry and he was nodding and pulling his phone out to call for help.

Amber leaned down to press a soft kiss to Lydia's forehead and swallowed past a lump in her throat. As she heard Jackson's phone call coming to an end, she climbed to her feet reluctantly.

"I swear to god if you let anything else happen to her-" She told him threateningly.

"What do you mean?" He asked quickly, watching her move past him, "Where're you going?"

She spun sharply to look at him again, eyes alight with anger, "I have to go find Scott," She bit out accusingly, "Because someone told a bunch of werewolf hunters who he is and now he's in danger too and he has no idea! I am not letting any more of my friends get hurt tonight."

Jackson's face twitched with an indiscernible emotion, "Be careful." He told her with a surprising gentleness.

She nodded gratefully, casting one last look at Lydia and taking a trembling breath before she turned and ran. The grass was cold against her bare feet as she took off in the direction of the parking lot at the back of the school building. It was the one of the only places she hadn't searched before she'd found Lydia and she knew it was the best place to start looking for her best friend.

"Scott!" She called out, her voice a sharp whisper in the dimly lit lot. She stepped into the treeline and peered into the dark forest for any sign of him, "Scott!"

Someone suddenly rammed into her from the side and a hand reached up to cover her mouth as they pulled her back a few steps into the woods. Amber made a small noise of protest at the familiar position and clawed at the arm across her chest frantically.

"Shh! Amber! Amber it's just me-" Scott's voice spoke quietly into her ear, dropping his hand from her mouth and loosening his grip around her shoulders to allow her to spin around to face him.

She punched him in the shoulder with as much force as she could manage, "Don't ever grab me like that again! I thought-" She hissed quietly, before remembering exactly why she'd been looking for him in the first place, "Oh, god! Allison's dad! He's here and he knows that you-"

"I know," Scott told her quickly, "I already ran into them. And Allison saw the whole thing, so now she knows too."

"Scott," She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. Scott's arms came up to encircle her back and she felt him take a shaky breath in and out over her hair, "Tonight is- I-I'm so sorry. And- and Peter-"

Scott took a step back and cut off her words quickly, "We need to get Derek." He took a whiff of the air between them, nose scrunching in thought as he sniffed before his gaze dropped down to her neck, "Are you bleeding?"

She reached up a hand to wipe at the right side of her neck where the claw on Peter's thumb had lightly pierced through the skin.

"I'm fine." She assured him, immediately trying to refocus the conversation, "How are the two of us going to find Derek?"

Scott grabbed onto her hand to began to pull her deeper into the woods. They hadn't made it more than a few steps when Amber winced in pain as a twig snapped sharply beneath her bare feet.

"A wolf howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack, right?" Scott repeated the words she and Stiles had told him over a month before, before Scott truly even believed that he was a werewolf.

"Oh my god." She whispered in realization as they continued to trek through the woods.

"I'm gonna call out to him and hope he howls back." Scott finished.

"So why don't you do it, then?" She questioned in confusion, teeth chattering as they began to hike up an incline, "I mean, where are we going?"

"Need to get somewhere that the sound'll carry better.." His steps slowed slightly and turned to face her in the dark, "You're.. Not wearing shoes." He stated.

"Well, I was wearing heels," She explained in confusion at his assessment, shivering slightly harder now that they were no longer moving, "Wh-"

"Crap. Why didn't you-" Scott shook his head and stripped his suit jacket off quickly before handing it to her, "Dude, why didn't you say something sooner?"

She stuffed her arms into his jacket without question and huffed out a shaky breath at the sudden warmth, "Me being cold is the least of our problems right now." She squinted at him in the dark in confusion as Scott squatted down and began untying his shoes rapidly, "What are you doing?" She questioned.

He pulled off his dress shoes and socks before sliding his feet back into his fancy shoes barefoot and re-tying them. His fingers worked at the laces quickly and when he was done, he handed her his discarded black socks.

"Dude, it's gonna be a problem if you lose toes." He told her as he placed the socks into her hand.

She thanked him quickly and bent to pull them onto her bare feet. She'd barely stood upright again when Scott took ahold of her wrist and began dragging her through the trees again with fast steps.

They hiked through the woods for another ten minutes before they emerged from the treeline at the prominent lookout point over the town. Scott released her and went to stand on the rock that jutted out further than the rest, tilting his head back and taking a deep breath in preparation.

When he released a loud, rumbling growl, it was reminiscent of the call he'd made to the Alpha that pivotal night at the school. Amber's skin erupted into goosebumps at the sound despite the jacket she was now wearing over her dress and she took a quiet, shaky breath as the sound faded out and the forest around them settled into silence again.

Scott slowly stepped back to stand beside her again and they both waited with bated breath as they listened for a response. After thirty seconds or so passed, Scott seemed to deflate and he shuffled on his feet in disappointment.

"It was worth a try, right?" Amber whispered, reaching a hand out to grab Scott's, "It's okay. We'll-"

Her voice cut out as they both heard a long howl in the distance. Her grip around his hand tightened automatically and she turned to find him already looking back at her with wide eyes.

"Was that-?" She started.

He nodded slowly, "Yeah." He suddenly pulled on her hand and tugged her sharply into the woods, moving through the trees with purpose, "Come on."

She followed with a tight grip on him as he led them in the direction he'd determined the howl had come from with his enhanced hearing. They were nearly sprinting and they kept up the aggressive pace for another ten or fifteen minutes before Scott finally slowed and released her sweaty hand.

"What-?" She asked quietly, trying to slow her labored breathing, "Are we-?"

Scott shushed her and motioned for her to follow behind him as he crept through the leaves more cautiously. She nodded in understanding and took in another deep breath, trying to watch her step in the dark as she stepped over small rocks and twigs on the forest floor.

When she looked up, Amber noticed the massive dark outline of the Hale house up the slope in front of them. She followed behind Scott as her mind raced with a confused barrage of thoughts, all of them circling back around to the same starting point.

Derek was at the Hale house.

Scott paused in his steps and appeared to pull a deep breath in through his nose before grabbing Amber's shoulders and directing her to stand behind a large tree.

"The only scent I'm picking up is you." He explained quietly.

Unsure whether she should be offended or not, she watched as he stepped back again. He turned and took another determined inhale through his nose and tilted his head in concentration.

When he took a purposeful step to the right, Amber followed behind him automatically. They rounded over toward the side of the property, still skirting around the bottom of the slope, until Scott stopped again.

As she came up to stand beside him, Scott was pulling at a large metal grate, the bars blocking off a rounded cement channel that opened up into some sort of cellar beneath the hill. He gave it a hard tug and the metal creaked agonizingly loud in the quiet night air, both of them flinching at the sound. Scott stepped into the cavern before turning and helping her climb through. Once they were inside, the space opened up into a painfully familiar dark passageway and Amber swallowed nervously and followed behind Scott as he continued to use his nose to guide them through the maze of dimly lit hallways.

When she spotted a familiar doorway, she pushed a hand against Scott's back to urge him to walk faster. He peered into the doorway cautiously before allowing them both to step into the room.

"Why would you bring her back here?" Derek demanded immediately upon seeing them.

Amber ignored him and ran over to the familiar control panel on the table along the wall. She rushed to turn the knob down, putting a stop to the flow of electricity that had been making Derek so weak.

"What do you mean back?" Scott asked in confusion.

As soon as she'd managed to cut the power, she darted forward to stand beside where Scott was already working to undo a shackle around one of Derek's wrists.

"Uh, hi. 'Her' is right here and can hear you just fine." She said to Derek, ignoring Scott's question entirely, "And, quite frankly? I'm not sure you're in a position where you should be getting picky about who's a part of your rescue party."

She was reaching her hands up to assist Scott and their hands fumbled, fingers brushing as they pulled at the metal latch.

"Did he mean 'back' as in 'you've been here before'?" Scott asked worriedly, not willing to let the subject drop as easily as she'd hoped and turning his head to look at the girl beside him.

"You didn't tell him?" Derek asked incredulously, frowning as they both continued to pull and tug at the buckle around his right wrist.

"Tell me what?" Scott asked.

When neither Derek nor Amber immediately responded to him, Scott nudged his best friend with his elbow.

"Amber." Scott prodded again as they finally got the latch on Derek's cuff undone, "Dude. What is he talking about?"

She was saved from having to answer when both Derek and Scott's attention suddenly snapped toward the doorway. Scott shoved her underneath the table in a poor attempt at hiding her while he himself moved to a dark corner of the room to the side of door.

A man who Amber had never seen before stalked through the doorway with an evil grin, his eyes thankfully focussed on Derek and Derek alone.

"Ready to have some more fun?" The man asked, lifting a hand to examine the back of his bruising fist, "To be honest, my knuckles are kind of hurting. So, I brought some help-" He pulled out a bat that he'd been holding behind his back with his other hand and tightened his grip on it menacingly, "But I need to warn you, I played in college."

The man swung the bat but Derek's newly unrestrained hand reached out quickly to grab ahold of it before it could make contact with his torso in the way the man had intended.

"I brought some help too." Derek told him darkly, raising his eyebrows and nodding behind the man to where Scott was stepping out of the shadows.

Scott grabbed the man from behind and ripped him away from Derek, throwing him across the room aggressively as Amber crawled out from underneath the table. She winced when he hit the wall with a loud thud, eyes drifting over to where he laid unmoving following the impact, and she swallowed, wondering whether he was unconscious or dead.

She shook her head to dislodge the thoughts and made her way over to Derek. He was pulling a piece of dried, bloody gauze from his abdomen from where the hunters had caused him some sort of physical abuse that he'd already managed to heal from.

She squatted down quickly to begin working at one of the cuffs around Derek's ankles. Her fingers trembled nervously as she worked to undo the difficult latch.

"Scott, help me with this." She called out over her shoulder after a moment.

"No." Scott replied determinedly.

Both Derek and Amber's attention snapped over to where Scott was slowly approaching from on the other side of the room.

"What?" Both Derek and Amber questioned in disbelief.

"Not until he tells me how to stop Peter." Scott explained.

Amber looked up at her best friend incredulously, "Scott, you're joking. This is kind of time sensitive."

"You really want to talk about this right now?" Derek reiterated.

"He's going after Allison and her family," Scott told them, "He's going to kill them."

"Maybe saving the murdery family of werewolf hunters shouldn't be our main priority right now?" Amber suggested in a frantic shout, turning her attention back to the large metal clasp in her fingers.

Scott ignored his best friend entirely, "Tell me how to stop him." He told Derek calmly.

"You can't!" Derek snapped, "Alright? Now, I don't know when Kate's coming back so just help Amber get me out of this now!" He yelled, pulling at his still-cuffed wrist, "Get me out right now!"

She let out a shaky breath when the manacle on Derek's left ankle fell open and she shuffled on her feet slightly to immediately begin working on the other one as Scott spoke behind her.

"Promise you'll help me."

"You wanna risk my life for your girlfriend? Your best friend's life?" Derek questioned angrily, "For a stupid little teenage crush that means absolutely nothing? You're not in love, Scott!" Derek yelled, "You're sixteen years old! You're a child!"

Her heart clenched at the desperation in Derek's voice and she winced as her finger caught on a jagged piece of the metal, slicing into the side of her middle finger painfully. She took a shaking breath and tightened her mouth as she continued to pull at the tight latch.

"Maybe you're right," Scott told Derek, "But I know something you don't. Peter said he didn't know what he was doing when he killed your sister, right?" Scott questioned.

She heard the rustling of paper behind her as she tugged at the metal in her hands with numb fingers.

"Well, he lied." Scott continued, "Remember this?"

Her attention snapped up for a second as Scott handed Derek a piece of paper over her head.

"You said this brought your sister to Beacon Hills, right?" Scott questioned the older werewolf.

"What is it?" Amber asked them from where she was still kneeling on the cold floor.

"Where did you get this?" Derek asked Scott.

"My boss told me three months ago someone came into the clinic asking for a copy of this picture. D'you wanna know who it was?" Scott questioned, "Peter's nurse."

The latch in Amber's hand finally came free painfully between her fingers as she gasped in surprise at Scott's words and she fell back onto the ground on her butt. Her gaze snapped up again to look between the boys in disbelief while she scrambled to get up off of the cold floor in her tiny dress.

"They brought your sister here so that Peter could kill her and become the Alpha. That's why you're going to help me." Scott spoke again.

Amber got to her feet quickly and began working at the final cuff around Derek's left wrist, rising up onto her tiptoes in the socks on her feet to get a better angle to pull at the difficult metal latch but Derek pushed her fingers away with his free hand. She looked at him in confusion while Scott continued to speak behind her.

"Just say you'll help me and I'll unlock your other-"

Derek pulled aggressively at his remaining restraint and the metal snapped and fell to the ground at Amber's feet. She looked at Derek with wide eyes as he rubbed at his sore wrist and glared at Scott over her shoulder.

"I'll help you." Derek told him.

After being forced to run across town on foot due to Peter Hale rendering his car keys completely useless by bending them with his bare hands, Stiles sprinted through the hospital’s emergency doors and straight into an elevator. Chest heaving, he aggressively and repeatedly pressed the button to take him up to the next floor, bouncing on his toes agitatedly as the metal box crept upward slowly.

When the elevator dinged loudly, Stiles slipped back out through the doors before they'd even slid fully open, dripping with sweat and breathing heavily as he frantically scanned the hospital waiting area. Before he had time to focus on anything in particular, his dad stood in front of him and blocked off his line of sight. The Sheriff placed his hands on his son's shoulders, guiding him backwards half a step, and focussing on him with a serious look.

"You know what?" His dad started, pulling Stiles' gaze up to his angry expression and pointing an accusing finger at the boy as he continued, "It's good that we're in a hospital, because I'm gonna kill you."

"I-I'm sorry," Stiles panted, still catching his breath as he began to explain, "I lost the keys to my Jeep. I had to run all the way here-"

"Stiles!" His dad interrupted in a raised voice, "I don't care!"

Stiles faltered for a moment with a frown, peering over his dad's shoulder and looking through a window to where Lydia was laying in a hospital bed, still unconscious. Mrs. Martin sat beside the bed, petting her daughter's hair back from her face lovingly with a grief-stricken expression.

"Is she gonna be okay?" Stiles asked softly.

"They don't know." His dad told him, lowering his voice to speak more quietly, "Partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood. But there's something else going on with her."

"What d'you mean?" Stiles asked worriedly. He knew how sick Amber must be feeling, agonizing over her friend, and he ached in sympathy for her while also harboring his own worry for Lydia.

"The doctors say it's like she's having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going into shock." His dad explained in a quiet whisper.

Stiles' gaze dropped to the floor as he thought about what Peter had told him about the possibility of Lydia's body rejecting the bite and killing her. His stomach tightened with anxiety as he swallowed.

"She was your date. Did you see anything?" The Sheriff asked his son, "I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked her?"

"No. No, I have no idea." He lied anxiously after a moment.

"What about Amber?" His dad followed up, "Or Scott?"

That drew Stiles' attention sharply up to his father's expectant face.

"What d'you mean?" Stiles asked immediately, "What about them?"

"Did either of them see anything?" His dad questioned obviously.

Stiles' heart dropped and his brain went slightly fuzzy with panic, "What d'you- Are they not here?"

"What are you talking about?" His dad questioned in disbelief, "I've been calling them on their cell phones. I haven't gotten a response from either of 'em."

Stiles let out a breath in anguish and his eyes drifted over to Jackson over his dad's shoulder. Jackson looked back at him with a shrug of genuine naivety, I don't know, the boy mouthed at Stiles silently in response.

"Yeah.. You're not gonna get one." Stiles finally told his dad in realization that neither Amber or Scott were currently in possession of their cell phones.

His stomach tied itself in knots, anxiety twisting in his gut.

Stupid, reckless, beautiful, selfless-

Amber. Who must have run off to Scott's aid the second that Stiles had left her.

Stiles was getting a stress headache already as he worried about everything that could've happened since he'd last seen her on the lacrosse field.

His dad led him away, into an unoccupied office typically used to privately discuss sensitive matters with the families of patients in the hospital. The Sheriff drilled Stiles again with the same questions, getting a more official statement of what Stiles knew about what had happened to his date.

Ten minutes later, his dad finally guided him back out into the hallway with a hand gripping tightly at his son's shoulder, "Stiles, listen," His father started, "Just- Go wait with your friends, alright?"

"Dad, look. You know all of this has something to do with Derek." Stiles told his dad desperately, finally cracking.

"Wh-" His dad paused in the middle of the hallway and turned to face him, "I thought you three said that you barely knew him?"

Stiles shrugged with a grimace, "Alright. Well, we might know him a little better than that."

The Sheriff looked up and down the hallway quickly before grabbing the back of Stiles' neck and guiding him into a corner of the hall with a firm grip, "You do realize I'm elected to this job. Right?" The man whispered aggressively.

"And if I help you figure out this case, you'll be re-elected," Stiles pointed out, "Am I right?" He turned to fully face his father with a sigh, "Dad, come on."

His dad's gaze drifted down the hallway toward Lydia's hospital room with a frown, "That girl in there has nothing to do with a six-year old arson case."

"Wh- When did you decide it was definitely arson?" Stiles asked in disbelief.

His dad gave him a sharp look for the volume of his voice while discussing a case before responding, "When we got a key witness," Stiles' mouth dropped open but he was cut off before he could speak, "And no. I'm not telling you who it is. But yeah. Yeah, we know it's arson. And it was possibly organized by a young woman."

"What young woman?" Stiles questioned immediately.

"If I knew that, she'd be in jail." His dad told him blankly.

Stiles' face pinched in frustration, "Was she young then or is she young now?"

"Wh-" The Sheriff's phone began to ring from his pocket, "She's probably late twenties." He told him, pulling out his phone and reading the name on the screen quickly, "Oh. I gotta grab this call."

"You don't know her name?" Stiles asked frantically.

"No, I don't." His dad defended quickly, "Wh- What is this twenty questions? All we know is that she had a very distinctive.. A uh, what do you call it? A pendant."

"What the hell is a pendant!" Stiles snapped as his dad peered down at his phone again.

His dad turned his attention back to him quickly, "Stiles, do you go to school?" He asked, raising his voice to match the volume of his son's, "A pendant! A pendant. It's a- It's a necklace. Now can I answer the phone?"

"Yes." Stiles told him with a sigh.

His dad took the call and started off down the hall, leaving Stiles standing in the middle of the corridor in a ball of anxiety. He reached up to rub at his short hair furiously in agitation, taking a deep breath as he spun around.

When the puzzle pieces finally slotted together in his brain regrettably slowly, his expression dropped further.

"Oh." He said in realization.

Allison's pendant. Allison's aunt. Who had helped take down Derek and then had proceeded to kidnap Amber.. And hide the both of them underneath the Hale House.. Where Peter Hale was currently going to get Derek.

He couldn't believe that it had taken him so long to put everything together.

He took off down the hallway in a fast paced walk and when he passed Jackson, the other boy chased after him frantically.

"Where are you going?" Jackson asked as he raced down the hallway beside Stiles.

"To find Amber and Scott." Stiles told him quickly.

"You don't have a car." Jackson said cynically.

"I'm aware of that," Stiles snapped, "Thank you."

"Hey, I'll drive." Jackson said, reaching out and pulling Stiles to a stop with a hand around his wrist.

Stiles ripped his arm out of Jackson's grip, "Look. Just because you feel guilty all of a sudden, doesn't make it okay. Alright? Half of this is still your fault."

Jackson paused for only a second, "Look, I have a car. And you don't. Do you want my help or not?"

"Alright," Stiles sighed before his brain supplied him with an idea, "Did you bring the Porsche?"

"Yeah." Jackson confirmed immediately, pulling his keys out of the pocket of his dress pants.

"Good," Stiles replied, ripping the keys from the other boy's fingers and already moving to walk down the hallway again, "I'll drive."

Stiles' steps stopped just as soon as they'd started at the sight of the person standing in the middle of the corridor, his feet carrying him a step back automatically and causing him to bump shoulders with Jackson.

"Boys." Mr. Argent greeted them, two lackeys hovering intimidatingly behind him for extra muscle, "I was wondering if you could tell me where Scott McCall is."

"Scott McCall?" Stiles repeated dumbly, "Um. Haven't seen him since the dance. Jackson, you?" He nudged the boy beside him and silently urged him to say the same.

There was a long beat of silence.

"Uh-" Jackson started slowly, "Um, I-" He released a shaky breath and turned his head toward Stiles worriedly.

"Oh, for the love of god." Stiles muttered anxiously, watching as the two men behind Mr. Argent stepped forward.

Each of the large men grabbed a teenage boy and dragged them down the hallway before throwing them violently through a set of double doors and into a small exam room for administering x-rays. Stiles and Jackson both collided with the edge of a metal table painfully and quickly worked to right themselves before turning to face the group of men behind them.

Mr. Argent was flipping the latch at the top of the door into a locked position as he spoke, "Let's try this again," He said, turning to face the boys, "Where is Scott McCall?"

When neither one of them immediately answered, Mr. Argent grabbed Stiles with his hands fisted in the collar of his shirt and slammed the boy back against a metal cabinet along the wall. Stiles winced at the a sharp pain than shot up his spine and looked down at the man in front of him.

"Let me ask you a question, Stiles." Mr. Argent started, "Have you ever seen a rabid dog?"

Stiles swallowed and squirmed against the grip the man had on his shirt, "No.. I could put it on my to-do list if you let me go."

"Well I have!" Chris Argent shouted in the boy's face, "And the only thing I can compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened?"

"Not really." Stiles answered quickly, unable to hold back a sarcastic remark, "No offense to your story-telling skills."

Mr. Argent ignored his sass, "He tried to kill me." He told the room at large, "And I was forced to put a bullet in his head. The whole while that he lay there, dying, he was still trying to claw his way towards me. Still, trying to kill me. Like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath.. Can you imagine that?" He asked pointedly.

"No." Stiles lied easily, despite the way his mind flashed to Scott pulling at his handcuffed wrist, screaming and growling in rage as he tried to get to Amber and himself. Another sarcastic remark falling from his lips in an attempt to mask his discomfort, "And it sounds like you need to be a little bit more selective-"

Mr. Argent released Stiles' shirt to slam his hands jarringly against the metal cabinet on either side of the boy's body threateningly, "Did Scott try to kill you and Amber on the full moon?" The man yelled, "Did you both have to lock him up?"

Stiles' gaze drifted to Jackson for the first time. The other boy was looking at them with a terrified expression, as if it had never once crossed his mind that Scott had been telling the truth when he'd said becoming a werewolf was dangerous.

"Yeah," Stiles caved quietly as he maintained eye contact with Jackson, "We did. We chained him to a radiator.." His eyes snapped back to Allison's dad sharply, "Why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?" He asked venomously.

At that, Mr. Argent finally took a slow step back from him with a disbelieving laugh, "I hate to dispel a popular rumor, Stiles, but we never did that." Chris said slowly.

"Oh, right," He said sarcastically, "Derek said you guys had a 'code'. I guess no one ever breaks it."

"Never." Mr. Argent defended quickly, looking back at the men behind him.

"What if someone does?" Stiles pressed.

This brought Chris Argent's attention back around to him. He looked at Stiles in suspicion, "Someone like who?"

"Your sister." Stiles told him, anger twisting in the pit of his stomach, making him feel nearly sick as his mind supplied him with the image of Amber on the floor of her kitchen, tears streaming down her beautiful face, covered in dirt and her own blood.

Kate Argent had done that to her.

Kate Argent was a monster.

And with the way that Chris slowly turned his head to look at Stiles, as if the boy had somehow managed to shed light on something that had been in front of him this whole time — something he was only now realizing he'd been so obviously blind to — It seemed as if now, Chris Argent believed that she was a monster too.

As they climbed back out to the leaf-covered forest floor, Derek reluctantly leaned a small amount of his weight onto Amber's shoulder, still feeling weak from seven days of captivity.

"Hey," Derek said quietly, slowing his steps as he gripped her opposite shoulder. He panted heavily and tipped his head to the side to rest over the top of hers for a brief second as he breathed, "Hold on, hold on," He waited until Scott stopped and turned to face them before continuing, "Hold on. Something doesn't feel right."

"What d'you mean?" Amber asked quietly, tightening her fingers around the older boy's back and watching him look out into the darkness around them nervously.

"I don't know.." Derek shook his head in the dark, "It's- It's kinda like it was-"

"No." Scott interrupted quickly, "Don't say 'too easy'. People say 'too easy' and bad things always happen." He looked between Derek and his best friend slowly before speaking again, "What, you think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison's dad? Pulling Amber four miles through the woods barefoot?"

Amber reached up to hold onto the hand Derek had resting on her shoulder, "None of it's been easy, Derek."

"Fine. You're right." He sighed.

The words had barely slipped past his lips before they heard a quiet whistle of something soaring through the air. Derek jolted backwards a step and released his grip on Amber, stumbling worryingly.

"Derek?" Amber took a single step to check on him and his hand came up to shove her away. She was still regaining her footing as she watched Derek fall to his back on the ground. There was another soft twish of something flying through the air and she watched in panic as an arrow planted itself into Derek's thigh.

"Scott, your eyes!" Derek yelled suddenly, looking back at them.

"Scott!" Amber called out worriedly as she spun around, unsure what exactly was about to happen but knowing that it wouldn't be good.

Another arrow sailed only a few inches from her face and hit the tree behind her with a familiar explosion of light. She flinched back and ran up the hill to search for her best friend in the dark, following the sounds of his pained breathing.

"Scott." She squatted down, pulling at his arms to help him up.

Derek released two sharp, wounded noises behind her but Amber was focussed on pulling Scott's dead weight up onto his feet as he continued to groan and squint his aching eyes. She had only just managed to stand upright and get her friend's arm around her shoulders when Derek came up behind them and gave them both a push to get moving.

"Go!" Derek demanded, "Let's go!"

They moved up toward the burned house and the trek slowly got easier as Scott was able to hold more and more of his own weight with each step. Derek's hand brushed over her backside when he fell to the ground behind them and she turned her head to look back at him worriedly even as she continued another step forward with Scott.

"Go!" Derek yelled sharply when he noticed her hesitation.

She spun around fully to look back for whatever threat was emerging from the treeline while Scott continued to rub frantically at his eyes with the hand he didn't have wrapped around her shoulder. She tightened her arm protectively around her best friend and guided them a step backwards, heart pounding in her chest with fear.

"Allison, I can explain." Scott said suddenly as someone finally stepped through the trees and into the small clearing in front of the house.

"Stop lying." Allison snapped emotionally, tightening her grip on the large archery bow in her hands, "For once. Stop lying."

The look of pure hatred swimming in Allison's eyes was haunting and it had Amber continuing to carry Scott away as the other girl approached them with quick steps.

"Allison-" Amber started, but she was cut off when Scott spoke frantically again.

"I was gonna tell you the truth at formal," Scott promised, "I was gonna tell you everything. Because everything that I said, everything that I did-"

"Was to protect me?" Allison finished mockingly.

"Yes!" Scott responded quickly .

"I don't believe you." Allison told him.

"You don't have to," Amber pleaded weakly, "But what you're doing.. It isn't- Allison, look at yourself! You've lost your freaking mind-"

"God. Enough-" Kate emerged from the treeline and came toward them with quick steps, "Now, shoot him before I have to shoot him myself."

Amber wobbled slightly in her next step as she stared at the woman in fear. Amber's hold around Scott's waist tightened protectively and she felt his own grip on her shoulder tense at the woman's words.

Allison spun to look at her aunt in disbelief, "I thought you said we were just going to catch them?"

"We did that," Kate rolled her eyes, "Now we're gonna kill them."

There was a loud gunshot and Amber flinched, watching in horror as Derek dropped down onto the ground from a bullet to his chest. Kate lowered her weapon again with a smile.

"See? Not that hard." She told her niece easily. After a moment of silence, she tilted her head judgmentally at the girl as she came up to stand beside her with a sigh, "Oh, no. I know that look. That's the 'you're gonna have to do it yourself' look."

The woman turned her attention toward Scott and Amber and raised her gun again. She aimed at Scott, holding the weapon less than a foot away from the boy's face.

"Kate! Kate, what're you doing?" Allison asked nervously, taking a step toward them as she realized the severity of the situation.

Kate shoved her niece to the ground behind her as Scott dropped his arm from around Amber's shoulders. He moved to stand in front of her protectively but Amber dragged him back and refused to let go.

"Don't shoot him." Amber begged, eyes welling with tears.

"Werewolves really aren't good company to keep. If you want a puppy so bad, you should try starting with something a little easier-" Kate looked at Amber with a mocking grin, "Like a golden retriever. Maybe a lab." She turned her gaze to Scott and pouted jokingly, "I love those brown puppy-dog eyes."

"Kate!" Chris Argent's voice called out from the distance as he too emerged from the woods, "I know what you did."

Kate paused, her gun lowering a fraction but still remaining firmly trained on Scott.

"Put the gun down." Chris demanded.

"I did what I was told to do." Kate defended quietly in response to her brother's earlier statement.

Allison's dad shook his head, "No one asked you to murder innocent people. There were children in that house-" He nodded his head toward the burnt ruins of the home beside them, "Ones who were human. Look what you're doing now. You're holding a gun at two sixteen-year old children. No proof that either one of them have spilled any human blood." Chris said desperately, "We go by the code. Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent."

"We hunt those who hunt us?" Amber whispered quietly in translation.

Kate shot her brother an annoyed glare before she turned to focus on Amber and Scott again. Amber's heart stuttered in her chest as she watched the woman's finger twitch imperceptibly over the trigger on the gun.

Chris Argent pulled out his own gun where he stood a few yards away and raised it slowly, the weapon trained on at Kate, "Put the gun down-" He repeated.

When the weapon aimed at Scott didn't lower, there was another loud gunshot. Amber flinched at the echoing sound again as small chunks of bark flew from the tree trunk just behind Kate's shoulder.

"-Before I put you down." Mr. Argent finished threateningly.

Kate slowly lowered the gun and both Scott and Amber immediately took in shaky breaths of relief. They didn't get more than a second to recover before the front door to the Hale house was creaking open ominously. Amber took a cautious step back, bumping into Scott's shoulder as she did so, her eyes glued to the dark doorway.

"Allison. Get back." Mr. Argent ordered his daughter sharply.

Scott finally succeeded in positioning himself in front of his best friend and his arms went out to cage Amber behind himself protectively as they continued to take slow steps back and away from the house.

"What is it?" Amber asked Scott quietly.

"It's the Alpha." He responded without turning around.

A dark figure darted out of the house in a blur and Peter raced around in the treeline, never pausing in one place long enough for any of them to really catch sight of him. They all spun around nervously. Amber eyed dark forest around them with shaking hands as she stood at Scott's back.

Chris Argent's feet were suddenly taken out from underneath him and he slammed down to the ground hard.

Only a few short seconds later, Allison was knocked onto her back as well, dropping her bow into the leaves as she fell.

Amber was reaching a shaking hand out slowly, intending to grip onto the fabric of Scott's shirt, when something rammed into the both of them painfully from the side. Both teens tumbled to the ground and Amber rolled a few feet away with the sheer force of the hit.

When she came to a stop in the dirt and leaves, she scrambled to get up onto her knees. The small rocks and twigs beneath her dug into the bare skin of her legs as she braced herself on her hands and knees, Scott's oversized suit jacket hanging low enough over her hands to protect her palms where they pressed into the ground beneath her.

"Come on!" Kate yelled out tauntingly to the Alpha.

The dark moving figure stopped suddenly behind Kate in his human form and took her wrist in his hand. Kate pulled the trigger on her gun, missing her target and shooting a bullet off into the forest behind him.

Peter glared at the woman angrily and he held her wrist with a presumably tight grip, bashing it with his other hand until there was a sharp snap of bone breaking. When Kate screamed out and dropped the weapon to the ground, Peter grabbed her by the throat in a frighteningly similar way to how he'd held onto Amber earlier that night.

Amber watched from the ground with wide eyes as Peter tossed Kate up onto the porch a few yards away where she landed with a loud thud. He moved in another quick blur of motion, dragging Kate through the dark doorway and into the house with him.

"No!" Allison protested, getting to her feet and running into the house after them.

"Allison, wait-" Amber tried, but the other girl was already through the door.

Scott got to his feet quickly and followed after Allison and Amber watched him go while she pulled herself up, shuffling in her socks as she contemplated her options. She looked nervously between the dark house, Mr. Argent's unmoving body, and the treeline.

After a moment of hesitation, she took off toward the treeline. She wandered around in search of Derek but saw nothing, no bloodied corpse or dying werewolf anywhere to be found, and after a few minutes, her heart settled in relief at the knowledge that he was most likely alive.

"Dad!" Allison called out from behind her, skidding to a stop in the leaves and kneeling down beside her father.

Amber took a few slow steps toward them, heart nervously thumping in her chest with a new distrust for the entire Argent family. Despite that, when she looked down at Mr. Argent laying on the ground in front of his daughter, Amber felt a pang of sympathetic grief.

She dropped to her knees beside Allison slowly, "Is- Is he-"

"He's alive." Allison said quickly, gripping onto her father's hand tightly, "I-I think he hit his head when he went down, but he's alive."

"That- That's good." Amber replied, reaching out after a moment's pause to pat her hand consolingly over Allison's arm. The girl's attention snapped over to Amber all at once with tears in her eyes.

"Amber, I-" Allison choked on a quiet sob, "I'm so sorry."

She patted Allison's arm softly again and gnawed on her lower lip indecisively, knowing that she didn't forgive Allison for all that she'd done, Amber simply nodded.

Suddenly, a window from the house beside them shattered loudly, glass flying through the air as someone was thrown from the house. Both Amber and Allison's attention snapped up and Amber closed her eyes for a brief second in resignation at the sight of Scott scrambling to right himself on his hands and knees as Peter dove outside in his terrifying fully shifted form.

The Alpha charged forward and Amber fearfully watched as he and Scott fought evenly matched for a moment. Peter grabbed a hold of the boy by the collar of his shirt and let out a loud, animalistic growl. Scott reared back and kicked his feet out against The Alpha's dark hairy chest and they both flew a few feet back from one another from the force of his kick. The fully shifted Peter growled once again in outrage and got back to his feet, immediately turning his gaze on Scott.

Headlights suddenly curved up the driveway through the thick covering of trees around the final turn and the car skidded to a stop in the gravel, the doors flying open and the horn honking loudly in a surefire way to gain everyone's attention.

Jackson and Stiles tumbled from the parked Porsche and Amber had only a moment to panic about their presence at the scene of the danger before Stiles was pitching his arm forward and throwing a glass bottle across the clearing.

The bottle flew through the air and straight into Peter's outstretched hand, the liquid-filled container identical to the Molotov cocktails Lydia had prepared back at the school in the chemistry classroom. The animalistic version of the werewolf growled angrily in Stiles' direction as he caught the container and examined it.

"Oh, damn.." Stiles exclaimed quietly as the Alpha growled again.

"Allison!" Scott yelled toward the two girls.

Amber and Allison's attention both snapped to the boy who was still on his hands and knees on the ground. Scott reached forward toward Allison's abandoned bow and threw it in their direction. Allison grabbed it quickly while Amber snatched an arrow from the quiver laying beside Mr. Argent's unconscious body, handing it over to the other girl just as she righted the bow in her hands to take aim.

When Amber looked back up, the Alpha was turning to face the two girls and pitching his own arm back to throw the container in his hands in their direction.

Allison wasted no time in shooting an arrow toward the Alpha before he got the chance to throw the liquid fire-bomb in his clawed hand. The well-aimed arrow hit it's target dead center, shattering the glass beaker in Peter's hand in a small fiery explosion.

He roared angrily as his left arm was overtaken with flames, shaking his arm in an attempt to get rid of the roaring fire burning over his skin.

A second batch of chemicals shattered over the werewolf's body when Jackson threw a second flask at the Alpha's chest. Peter's wolfed-out form roared in both agony and fury as the flames overtook his whole body, the smell of his burning flesh and fur spreading through the air. Amber couldn't hold back a gag at the nauseating scent when it reached her nose. After a few seconds of his outraged growls, the Alpha turned his attention back toward the two girls who had taken some part in the pain he was now experiencing. Despite the flames on his skin, Peter took a menacing step toward where Allison and Amber were still knelt on the ground, frozen in fear.

Upon the Alpha's first step in their direction, Scott yelled in outrage and ran at the burning wolf, kicking the other werewolf hard and sending Peter stumbling back several steps before dropping to his knees as the flames flickered out slowly.

No longer able to hold his shift, Peter sagged as he reverted to his human form, his pale skin covered head to toe in a combination of spots that were marred red and others that had been singed so deeply that they'd blackened with char, his human flesh so badly burned in some places that there was no skin left at all.

Amber didn't want to feel anything for him, but she couldn't help the microscopic pang of pity she felt when she realized he'd had to experience the feeling of burning alive twice. He was dark, and twisted, and definitely insane, but she wasn't sure that anyone deserved such a painful death even once.

They all continued to watch as Peter made a small noise of pain and collapsed onto his back on the ground.

Allison tugged Amber's arm as she rose to stand, pulling the girl up to her feet and when Allison took a small step to approach Scott, Amber's own gaze snapped to the place where Stiles was still standing in front of the car, his wide eyes glued to Peter's unmoving body.

Not even fully aware of the movement of her socked feet against the ground, Amber took off in a run. She closed the couple hundred feet separating her from Stiles and her body smacked into his with enough force that he was sent stumbling back half a step. Her arms wrapped around Stiles' neck and she lifted up on her toes as she gripped onto him desperately. His hands slipped beneath Scott's jacket to return the embrace, his arms curling tightly around her back.

"You were supposed to stay with Lydia." He scolded softly into her hair.

"I know," She said quietly, reaching up to the hold the back of his head in her hair as her body trembled with excess adrenaline, "'M sorry. But I couldn't let Scott-"

"I know." Stiles interrupted softly.

She loosened her grip just enough that she could lean back in the circle of his arms to look at him, her eyes flicking over his face slowly. Before she could make a move to kiss him, Stiles was leaning in to cover her mouth with his in a gentle press of lips.

"Wait!"

Amber took a startled step back at the sound of Scott's panicked shout, pulling out of Stiles' embrace and lacing her fingers with his in a tight grip as they both turned to watch Scott run across the clearing in front of the house.

Derek was standing over Peter's unmoving body and turned his head a fraction at Scott's voice before he lowered into a squat and returned his gaze down at his uncle.

"You said the cure comes from the one that bit you," Scott said frantically, reaching an arm out toward the other werewolf, "Derek, if you do this, I'm dead." He pleaded, "Her father, her family- What am I supposed to do?"

There was a long beat of silence wherein Derek's attention was focused on the burned werewolf beneath him. Amber's fingers tightened around Stiles' hand nervously while Derek raised an arm over his head in preparation.

"Wait!" Scott yelled again, "No, no! Don't-!"

But Derek's clawed hand swiped down aggressively, slashing Peter's throat as Amber flinched with a gasp. Watching Derek kill someone left a queasy feeling in her gut and her hands shook as she watched him slowly rise to stand again, blood dripping from his clawed fingers. Her haunted gaze was pulled away from the the thick red drops falling from Derek's nails when Stiles reached out to cradle the back of her head and guided her face gently into the crook of his neck.

Her fingers tightened where she was still gripping Stiles' hand and she let out a shaky breath against the collar of his dress shirt when she heard Derek's voice behind them.

"I'm the Alpha now."

#stiles stilinski x oc #selenophiles #stiles stilinksi fanfiction #stilesfic #stiles stilinski #stiles #dylan obrien fanfic #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien fic #stiles fanfiction #1x12 #*

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fictionsbaby · 1 year

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Hi everyone!

Okay so I need some requests on fan fiction to write.

Here’s who I write for for sure but if you give me anyone I’ll try:

Sherlock Holmes (from the BBC and Ebola Holmes)

Count Tewksbury

Seth Clearwater

Jasper Whitlock Hale

Edward Cullen

Prince Caspian

Edmund Pevensie

Peter Pevensie

Peter Parker

Tom Holland

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malloy

Blaise Zamboni

Dean Thomas

Fred and George Weasley

Percy Weasley

Percy Jackson

Cedric Diggory

Bill Weasley

Tom Riddle

Mattheo Riddle

Regulus Black

Oliver Wood

Newt Scammander

Scorpius Malfoy

Pietro Maximoff

Bruce Wayne/Batman (2022)

Carlos De Vil

Harry Hook

King/Prince Ben

Diego Hargreeves

Zuko

The Darkling

Kazz Brekker

Hermes (A Touch of Darkness)

Hades (A Touch of Darkness)

Clark kent (specifically any one that’s animated lol)

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I do write smut if you want

Um so yeah. Let me know if you have any requests and I’ll do my best to write them:)

But I prefer to do fem reader, cause that’s what I just typically do, but I also do gender neutral and I’m willing to try male reader in the future

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dreamlandforever · 9 months

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@writersmonth Prompt: Day 29 - Fireflies

Fandom: Teen Wolf | Sterek WC: 1.2 K

AO3

XXIX. Fireflies

“Daddy, what’s she saying?” Eli asked, insistently pushing his mason jar against Stiles’ face. Stiles batted him away gently, doing his best not to throw the pan with their dinner to the floor.

“I don’t know, Eli.” Stiles answered, turning the stove off and turning to put his son back on the floor and making a mental note to re-arrange the kitchen so the kid cannot get on the counter this easily. He took the mason jar from Eli’s hand and looked at it, curiously. “Who took you firefly hunting?” Stiles asked, slightly unscrewing the lid so the firefly could breathe.

“Uncle Peter!” Eli answered excitedly, making grabby hands at Stiles for the jar. Stiles gave it back to his son, and turned to the big glass screen doors that lead to the backdoor, and, hence, the preserve.

“Derek Samuel Hale! Get…” He turned to his son and sighed dejectedly, forcing himself not to curse in front of him. “Get in here, Big Guy. You’re in big trouble.” He finished lamely, counting until 10 before his boyfriend was entering the window.

“What’s wrong?” Derek asked, looking around the house curiously, probably looking for a mess that would definitely get Stiles screaming at him.

“You were supposed to be watching Eli. Why was he on the counter asking about fireflies?” Stiles asked, arms crossed, and pointing at the jar Eli was proudly holding for both of them.

“Daddy has the gift of gab, Papa! Auntie Lydia said so. And light is a language. And so is gab, I asked!” He explained happily, forcing the jar into Stiles’ hands.

Derek turned around to face the door to the kitchen, but Stiles could still very clearly hear the snort. He was so going to ask Lydia about that conversation later. “He was with Peter, Boyd, Jackson, Erica, Lydia, Isaac and me. He was very intrigued about the light, so Erica helped him trap them in one of the mason jars you use for jam. I’ll buy you a new one tomorrow.” Derek said unapologetically.

“Honey,” Stiles said, getting eye level with his son, “the fireflies use the light to communicate among themselves, just like we use words. I can’t understand the firefly any better than they can understand us.” Stiles explained, handing the jar back to his kid. “It’s like when Papa decides that grunting is a language. No one understands him.” Derek side eyed Stiles at that, but let it go when Eli simply nodded like it made sense. He was done trying to win against his boyfriend and son.

“Go away and send Scott in.” Stiles said simply, going back to the stove where his very not cooked chicken was still in the pan.

“Peter said you were a blabbermouth. Lydia you said a gift. Erica said the gift of gab. They were defending you in their own way. I told them all to shut up, and then growled. I promise.” Derek said, hugging Stiles from behind. Stiles let his weight fall on his boyfriend, leaning against his chest.

“How loud?” He asked.

Derek chucked against his neck, making a shiver run down Stiles’ back.

“Very loud. Eli gave me a 10.” Derek answered. And just before he was able to kiss Stiles’ neck. Or cheek. Or anywhere, really, he was reminded exactly where he was by Eli trying to get in between his legs.

“I want to hug Daddy, too, move, Papa.” He instructed, pushing at Derek’s legs. Stiles barked out a laugh, but stood straight, going back to the kitchen, while Derek picked Eli up and got him closer to Stiles so Eli could hold on to his neck. Derek moved slightly so it was more of a hug than a chokehold, but Eli was very adamant in his strength. Stiles hugged him back, holding onto one hand to make sure he wasn’t actually choked.

“Go help him catch more fireflies. When you come back I’ll teach you a bit more about them. Did you know that even their eggs glow?” Stiles asked, attention back on the food. A hungry Eli was an angry Eli, even if right now he was being very nice and happy. He took after Stiles in that regard.

“Really?” Eli asked excitedly, staring intently back at his two fireflies.

“It takes longer for them to lay eggs, Champ. But, yes, really. I’ll tell you more after you’re done and Papa gets you cleaned up for dinner.”

Eli nodded violently, pointing at the back door so Derek could take him outside, like a very strict werewolf pilot.

“I’ll send Scott your way, I guess.” His boyfriend said, planting a kiss on Stiles’ cheek and following Eli’s finger all the way back to the others.

It wasn’t even ten minutes before Scott was in the kitchen with him.

“What’s up, bro? Derek said you called?” Scott asked, looking at the now mostly ready chicken and going to get he rest of the ingredients for enchiladas.

“Yes, I need you to read me fireflies facts while I prepare the enchiladas, because I promised Eli.” Stiles said happily, handing Scott a spoonful of salsa so he could try it.

“Perfect, as always. And sure thing, man. You do know Derek got you an Alexa, right?”

“Yes, but you have a cuter voice, bro.” Stiles said with a wink.

Scott groaned loudly. “Isaac told you.”

“Of course Isaac told me! Why didn’t you?” Stiles half yelled at him, pointing a dripping spoon at him.

“I didn’t want to get in trouble!” Scott defended himself, grabbing at the spoon with a napkin, trying to minimize the mess Stiles was making. “Isaac is such a tattletale. He does know you’re not his father and you aren’t allowed to ground him, right?”

“I so can ground him. He’s Pack. And I can ground you, too, Mr. True Alpha. Now, you are going to look up facts for fireflies. And before each one, you’re going to tell me why in the world you thought it was a good idea to teach my son how to get on counters.”

“I didn’t think about it! I did it, and then he tried it. He’s more stubborn than you, took him like five minutes to figure it out.” Scott groaned again. He was about to go on defending himself when Isaac walked in.

“Hey! I just need water. Eli is thirsty but he’s learning to count his fireflies. He was three, but he gets confused after one.” Isaac laughed, grabbing two water bottles from the pantry.

“Tattletale.” Scott mumbled at him. And it wasn’t until Stiles laughed out loud and Isaac looked at him like he had grown a third head that he realized his mistake. “Isaac didn’t tell you!”

“Of course not, Scotty, he was outside. Eli quite literally decided to show me his fireflies by getting on the counter. Only other people to do that here are you and Jackson. And Jackson’s very…” Stiles interrupted himself, trying to find the right word.

“Psychotic?” Isaac provided, rather unhelpfully.

“Don’t be an ass, Isaac.” Stiles chastised. “He’s very protective of Eli. He wouldn’t do it in front of him.”

“I gave myself away.” Scott said, shocked.

“You did. Now, facts and explanations.” Stiles said, busy slightly frying the tortillas in the sauce before making the enchiladas, the way Eli liked them. Kid was very against soggy food.

Isaac took the moment to silently leave the kitchen while Scott found very creative ways to convince Stiles he was making sure Eli could get out of trouble, and not trying to get him into trouble, and Stiles just couldn’t see it. For his own safety, Isaac knew being far, far away was the best choice.

#writersmonth2023 #writing prompt #jwritessometimes #sterek #teen wolf #eli hale

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christinesficrecs · 1 year

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Hi Christine, do you know any fics were Stiles feels like the pack/Derek ignores his contributions to the pack, like ignoring his plans or leaving him at home to "protect" him. The angstier the better. Thank you!

You might want to check the stiles is pushed out of the pack tag. I feel like there are more fics where the pack protects Stiles but they're escaping me right now.

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Stiles feels forgotten, he feels left out. So he does something about it, while getting reacquainted with nature he stumbles on to something else. If the pack doesn’t need him, if his dad wants him to stay out of it all, well, maybe he just needs a distraction in the form of 3 adorable wolf cubs!

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When the latest threat sweeps into Beacon Hills, Derek decides that the very-much-human Stiles needs to be severed from the pack for his own safety. But when the ritual goes unexpectedly wrong, Stiles finds himself alone—and unable to reach out for help when he needs it most.

Cue a retreat to his mom’s old house, where he finds that magic is more real than he ever could have imagined.

It seems wasted now by DaaroMoltor | 48.5K

It’s been months. Months of lonely days and lonelier nights. And Stiles can’t understand what he did wrong.

Solitary Animals by Mollyamory (Molly) | 13.6K

In which the Alpha pack wants to take something important away from the Hale pack, and there's only one sure way to keep Stiles safe. Negotiations of a personal nature ensue.

Lap Magnet by Prairie_Grass | 30.7K

Five times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did…

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #lybellulla #stiles is pushed out of the pack

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evanesdust · 1 year

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where you go, i go

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale Additional Tags: POV Stiles Stilinski, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, Possessive Behavior, Protectiveness, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Spark Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, New Year's Eve, Violence, Non-Consensual Touching, but not between Sterek, what happens at midnight

Summary:

All hell breaks loose when someone touches Derek inappropriately. …or the one where Stiles and Derek are violent, possessive, and in love.

Stiles is out on the makeshift dance floor, arms flailing as he shimmies and shakes around Jackson, who looks like he wishes the ground would swallow him whole. Isaac and Erica laugh their asses off, while Boyd is the epitome of the strong, silent type with his arms crossed over his chest and an indifferent expression on his face.

The air is hot and humid and reeks of the cheap beer that's spilled all over the scuffed floor.

Stiles can't help but chuckle because Derek probably hates it. But that's alright. As the scents seep into Stiles's pores, it's more likely that Derek will throw him down on their bed when they get home and have his wicked, wicked way with him.

Maybe they should have stayed home to ring in the new year, but then Isaac suggested coming out to the new supernatural bar that opened a town over. Derek said no, absolutely not. Jackson said yes because agreeing with Isaac would likely get him laid—seriously, they're worse than when Derek and Stiles first got together. Erica said yes because she wanted to dance and Boyd said he didn't care, so Stiles was the deciding vote.

Instead of answering, he grabbed Derek's keys and ran for the door.

But when they got here, Derek gripped his chin, lifting his head until they made eye contact. "Baby, I'm going to need you to reign in your attitude while we're here. Alright?"

Stiles pouted, but he didn't blame Derek for the warning. Stiles is kind of a possessive bastard and Derek's hot. It's never easy watching men and women damn near throw themselves all over his mate.

Like now, for instance.

Erica nudges Stiles, nodding toward the bar where Derek sits. A woman is leaning into his space, and it's apparent that she's flirting by her sweet smile while batting heart eyes at him.

Stiles watches for a bit as Derek lets her down gently.

It happens again just a few minutes later. This time it's a guy, and Stiles can admit he's pretty good-looking. But again, Derek smiles and shakes his head, redirecting the guy to the other end of the bar.

Stiles goes back to dancing, glancing at Derek every once in a while to make sure no one is encroaching on what's his.

Not that Derek is an object that Stiles owns or anything, but Derek is his mate. Seeing person after person flirting with Derek always makes his blood boil.

And he knows Derek hates the attention. Sure, he's an alpha werewolf. Sure, he works out and has a hot body and a pretty face, but Derek's so much more than his physical appearance. Derek is the first person to say his attractiveness isn't anything special. That he can't help being born a werewolf or with attributes that make him visually appealing.

"Here," Boyd says, thrusting a beer into Stiles's hand, courtesy of Derek, who gives him a soft smile. The kind of smile that's reserved just for him. If Derek were clean-shaven, Stiles would be able to see his dimples pop.

God, the things Stiles would do for those dimples.

But he also likes the beard Derek's growing. It feels incredible between his thighs and on his ass.

As Stiles tips the bottle up, taking a large swig, another woman goes up to Derek. Unlike the previous two people, this one places a hand on Derek's arm.

Stiles stops dancing and just watches now. He counts slowly, waiting for the woman to get the hint and walk away.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

At five, the woman gets a little more forceful, pressing her palm against Derek's chest as she practically rubs herself on him.

Stiles's eyes narrow.

The pack stand on either side of him, Erica and Boyd to his left with Isaac and Jackson to his right.

"Oh fuck," Isaac whispers, casting a wary glance at Stiles.

Stiles tilts his head. Without supernatural hearing, he has no idea what the woman just said to Derek. "What? Tell me."

Boyd shakes his head while Erica looks murderous.

"Derek told her that he's mated." Jackson leans close, his breath tickling Stiles's neck. "She didn't believe him, so he pointed you out."

"Jackson, don't," Isaac warns.

But Jackson smirks. "She knows you're human. She said you're breakable and that Derek would have a lot more fun with another werewolf."

Stiles raises a brow, impressed that a werewolf would try something like that. Mates are usually held in the highest honor. It's why everyone who approaches Derek quickly leaves once they find out.

This woman, though…

It takes everything for Stiles not to interfere.

But then—

Derek's mouth forms the word no as he steps back. That's enough for Stiles to move in their direction.

But then the woman's eyes flash beta gold and she cups Derek's groin.

After all the crap with Kate and Jennifer, the idea of someone taking advantage of Derek has Stiles seeing red.

"Boyd!" Derek's voice rings out across the bar. "Grab him!"

But it's no use. Stiles's fingers and palms tingle as he pushes out, using his spark to shove her across the room and away from Derek.

The music cuts out as her body hits the wall with a loud thud.

Before the bouncer or security has a chance to intervene, another alpha grabs Stiles in a headlock, then it turns into an all-out fight.

Jackson and Boyd try to pry the guy off Stiles while other patrons start grabbing at them.

Isaac dodges a punch, and Erica's got a firm hold on the woman who hit on Derek.

Derek's roar shakes the building, drawing Stiles's attention as he slaps at the arms around his head.

"Oh, you're in for it now, buddy!" Stiles says, laughing maniacally. It's probably entirely inappropriate that all Stiles can think about is how good Derek looks when he's all wolfed out.

Fuck.

When they get home, Stiles is going to flop on their bed face down, ass up, and legs spread as if he were a sacrificial virgin.

Stiles doubts anyone would blame him. Seriously, it's so fucking hot when Derek damn near rips the other alpha away from Stiles, tossing him to the side as if he were nothing more than a sack of potatoes.

The alpha slams into the bar, slumping over it with a loud groan before getting up and attacking Derek. They both go down, stumbling backward into some barstools. The alpha gets a punch in before Derek flips him, the alpha's back slamming into the ground.

Stiles smirks as the air is so obviously knocked out of him. Then Derek swings, his fist connecting with the alpha's jaw, knocking him out.

Derek shoves the alpha's body away as he stands, the anger on his face softening on his way over to Stiles, checking him over for injuries.

"Are you okay?" Derek asks, gently cupping Stiles's face.

Stiles beams at him. Despite the chaos around them, the world devolves to just them when Derek looks at him like that. "I'm A-OK. What about you? She bad-touched you, babe. I wanna hurt her."

Derek takes Stiles's hands between his own and kisses his fingertips. "It's New Year's, baby. I'd rather not have to spend the night in jail."

"Pretty sure I'm the one who'd be going to jail," Stiles points out.

"Where you go, I go."

Except, when the deputies show up, everyone but the pack points their fingers at Stiles as the aggressor, and Deputy Farrow handcuffs him immediately.

"Hey, Farrow. You got stuck with Parrish tonight? Bummer."

Deputy Farrow raises a brow but doesn't say anything. Unlike Parrish.

Parrish sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Really, Stiles? You know this is one of our busiest nights, and now I'm going to have to be the one to inform the sheriff that his son is the reason we were called out."

Derek tries to reason with him, explaining what happened, but this isn't Beacon Hills. The people in this town hold no loyalty to Derek or his pack.

As Stiles slides into the back of the cruiser, Derek shakes his head and walks over. He looks up at the sky before muttering an apology and punching Farrow.

Parrish sighs again.

"I quit. I quit," Parrish says after telling Farrow to clean the blood off his face. Gravel crunches under his boots as he walks over, pulling out his handcuffs and slapping them on Derek's wrists. "You guys get to explain this to the sheriff."

Stiles cackles when Derek ducks into the cruiser next to him. "Where I go, you go, huh?"

"Looks like it," Derek says, rolling his eyes but also smiling. It's one part amusement, two parts exasperation.

"Yeah, yeah. You know you love me."

"I absolutely adore you." Then Derek kisses Stiles softly. It's over far too quickly, and Stiles pouts when he tries to chase Derek's lips. But then Derek glances away and says, "Just one second."

Stiles gives him a curious look, then follows Derek's gaze to the clock on the dashboard.

11:59

As soon as it ticks over to midnight, Derek says, "Happy New Year, baby," and leans in for another kiss.

And a happy new year it is.

#sterek #sterek fic #sterek fanart #holy shit i wrote something

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violetfairydust · 8 months

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I want to celebrate Halloween this year sharing snippets of the Halloween themed fics I've written. I will post one every day all month long in October. If I decide to post the full thing, I'll link it on AO3. This isn't an official thing, it's just for fun!

#my fics typically center around the hales but I do branch out sometimes #teen wolf #hale family #derek hale #cora hale #peter hale #malia tate #malia hale #i count jackson as a hale #jackson whittemore #hale pack #hale-o-ween #stiles stilinski #sterek #any time of the year spooky #some of my halloween themed fics aren't scary #if you want to join you absolutely can! it is not a requirement #just something fun i wanted to do

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roadtogracelandx45 · 8 months

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Saving Grace| Jax Teller

Summary: Ryder Winston thought she had everything planned out perfectly with her sister-in-law Donna, to where she could use one of the days to go see her older brother Opie at Chino prison to let him know that he was finally gonna be an uncle. They just hadn’t counted on Jax Teller, Ryder's husband and Opie's best friend showing up to see him as well. And his finding out in the worst way possible that he was going to be a father.

Jax /Ryder

Rated M for adult language, and implied smut

Set pre-series

Prequel #5

masterlist

part one of two

Chino, California

“Donna, I really can’t thank you enough for letting me take this week's visit,” Ryder said into her phone as she started to pull into the visitor’s parking lot at Chino, the California institution for men, the prison more or less where her older brother Opie was at serving 5 years for arson.

“Of course Ry, he has been asking about you. It’s getting harder to keep the baby a secret from him. He knows something is up.”

“That’s why I’m here D, and I am telling Pops too.”

“Jesus Ry! You haven’t told your dad yet! You are 5 months pregnant.”

"Nope." She laughed nervously, "I didn't want him to tell Gemma and for her to tell Jax. I want to do this on my time and terms. The club has controlled every aspect of my life, I am not going to give this up. My whole childhood and most of my adulthood has been controlled by the club. I don't want my daughter to have to go through that too."

"You are having a girl?! When did you find that out?"

"Yesterday, at my appointment. Do you know how hard it was for Kozik not to call Jax and spill the beans right then and there about the baby."

"You actually have a babysitter? I thought you were joking."

"Happy and Kozik are the only two brave enough to do it. Something about me being a handful."

"Well they aren't wrong babe, you are a handful."

Ryder laughed and then froze seeing her husband parking his bike in the space next to her.

"Oh, you got to be fucking kidding me."

"What? Ry? What's wrong?" Donna asked, the end of her question hitched with anxiety worried for the safety of her sister-in-law and niece.

"Jax is here. Shit, he just saw me. I got to go D, I will call you back."

Jax had already seen her and was off of his bike and pulling open the door of her cage, "Ry? What are you doing here?"

"Seeing my brother." She offered up weakly, "I worked it out with Donna. It's been a while since I have been able to come down and see him. Work has been keeping me busy."

Her husband grabbed ahold of her hand and helped her out of the car. His eyes were drawn instantly to her swollen stomach, she hadn't thought to wear something that would cover herself up more, she thought that she would have been safe being there.

No other son was around except for Opie.

"Are you?"

"Yeah, 5 months along." She answered, her free hand going to cover up the bump.

"And it's mine?" He instantly regretted the words when the hurt flooded her face.

"Of course it's yours, Jackson, there hasn't been anyone else but you." He studied her carefully, he knew that she was always faithful to him and had been since before David Hale shattered her heart into tiny pieces and he was able to swoop in and finally make her his.

His gloved hand reached on its own accord and rested it on top of hers.

'I was going to tell you." She started softly, "but I was scared." "Of me?" He asked, finally finding his voice fully. She nodded her head, "And of mother Gemma and her having to be involved in everything."

"Babe, have I ever given you anything to be scared of? Other than a broken heart?"

"No, but I wasn't sure if you would've been ready for a baby. We rushed our marriage, I didn't want to rush this." He covered her mouth with his to get her to stop rambling.

"Ryder, we got married because we are in love. It was the next step after you got my crow."

The crow had been the one thing that Jax was adamant about her getting when she got accepted to the university. But Piney made them wait until she graduated which ended up being a good thing because Tara started sticking her nose into their relationship and making it worse.

Some of their worst fights came because of that

But there had been other issues that were tied into their quickie wedding but the most important he always touted was that they loved each other and he didn't want her to go to law school at Stanford without his crow, his ring, and last name attached to her.

Seeing the boys flocking to her made that need worse, so first they eloped and then they had a big wedding after Gemma found out that they got married without her.

"I know, come on, we should go in and see Opie before the time frame is up."

He nodded his head and stepped away from her long enough to remove his things and put them on the driver's seat before locking her car doors. His hand tangled with hers without a second thought putting himself between her and everyone else.

Like he always did.

It was easy to fall back into the ease of their relationship before things went to hell. And she knew that it wouldn’t last past this, it never did but for this brief few hours, she was going to take it.

Opie Winston was surprised when he walked into the visitor's room and saw his sister and his best friend sitting side by side at the metal table whispering to each other. The last he had heard from not only Donna but the other brothers was that there was little to no contact between the two.

According to Happy, Ryder had been busy with work and had been made partner within 2 years compared to other new people who were still working as gophers and not getting their own cases. But his sister, his brilliant sister, was already way ahead. "Hey Ope," She grinned standing up to hug him.

"Hey, everything okay?" He asked, looking over her head at Jax. Annoyed, his sister pinched him. "Ow." "You know, you can direct things to me, Harry."

Sighing he took a step back to fully look at her, "Everything o," his eyes landed on her bump, "oh, okay. Wow."

Ryder laughed before retreating to sit next to her husband, "Yeah, that's been the reaction."

"It's mine." Jax filled in answering Opie's unasked question, "Just found out too."

Opie looked at his sister surprised that she was able to keep this to herself for so long.

Normally, Ryder blabbed about everything especially when she was excited about something.

And a baby was something that she had looked forward to ever since she had the miscarriage her senior year of high school. "Congrats." He finally smiled, "I am happy for you. Does Donna and the kids know?"

Ryder nodded her head as her fingers started tracing a pattern on the memorial tattoo that her husband had on his forearm, "I told Ellie I would take her with me to an appointment to see the baby when it's closer for them to come."

She wanted to keep the fact that this was a girl to herself just for a while longer.

Then everyone else could know.

Opie was thankful that Ryder kept in contact with his kids and his wife and was stepping up while he was inside. She had taken Ellie and Kenny to Disneyland during their spring break giving Donna time to herself and that's all the kids could talk about when they came to visit the following week and he knew that it was going to be the same with this.

“Does Mother Gemma know?”

#ash writes #oc: ryder winston #oc: ryder winston teller #series: charming town #jax teller #jax teller imagines #jax teller fan fiction

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buckyismybicycle · 8 months

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I'm cheating and combining two of these :3

Thank you so much for the tag, @im-95-not-dead for this one💗💗 (The first bread I ever made was focaccia and it turned out amazing for my first try!!! Simple steps, phwew)

Last song listened to? The Summoning - Sleep Token Currently reading: I am currently not reading anything believe it or not. Have about 29338 tabs open for fics, though, that's gotta count for something, right? Currently watching: A Crown of Candy (from Dimension 20) Currently obsessed with: I think I am doomed to just forever be obsessed with Bucky Barnes ( ゜-゜). I have been obsessed with running Bucky events AND participating, so I'm truly, thoroughly [redacted].

- AND - Thank you @xoxobuckybarnes for this one!

3 ships: Bucky/just about anyone (in case my username didn't give it way), Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Percy Jackson/Nico D'Angelo 1st ship: Loki/Thor Last song: The Summoning - Sleep Token Last movie: Barbie Currently watching: A Crown of Candy (from Dimension 20) Currently consuming: Bubble Tea!! Currently craving: a back massage actually LOL. Foodwise, I would kill for some ramen right now

No pressure tags if you haven't done these/one of these yet: @rookthorne @cable-knit-sweater @sparkagrace @xoxobuckybarnes @buckets-and-trees

#answered asks #tag! you're it

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lavenderlegends · 7 months

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Okay but "you can hear it in the silence" is DEREK "you are in love" HALE (I guess sterek lol)

you are in love

stiles/derek word count: 4.5k ships mentioned: boyd/erica, lydia/allison, kira/malia characters: stiles, derek, isaac, boyd, erica, lydia, kira, jackson, scott cw: drinking, weed, implied physical abuse, Stiles thinks he's in love with Erica lol

ao3

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"I don't really understand," Stiles complains, stretching his legs out across Erica's.

There's a beat. Derek's heart aches.

"What's there to understand?" Erica asks, putting her hands on Stiles' legs. She tugs them in closer to her. "I'm going to marry him one day."

"But first off, you don't talk to each other," Stiles says, shaking his head. "And secondly, Boyd doesn't talk. To anyone."

"He talks to me," Erica says, smugly. "Isn't that right, Derek?"

"Hm?" Derek says, as if he's absentmindedly paying attention and not studying the way Stiles' lips move. "Yeah. He does."

"Okay, well, whatever. I've seen him hanging around Lydia's ex, Jackson." Stiles frowns. "And you know Jackson is bad news."

"He's really not," Lydia mutters, not looking up from her phone.

Derek shifts on the grass. He wants to tune out of this pointless conversation. Everyone here knows that if Erica wants to marry Boyd, she'll probably do just that and marry the guy. But Stiles loves to imagine that Erica’s secretly in love with him and has been since high school. He finally got over Lydia only to get hung up on Erica.

Stiles just loves love, even if he pretends to hate it.

Derek knows this, and often wonders why Stiles can’t see what’s sitting right in front of him. Derek. The guy who has been in love with Stiles since they were about twelve years old. The guy who has never wavered in their friendship, even when Stiles makes it nearly impossible sometimes. The guy who showed up when Stiles’ mom was dying, and the guy who showed up when Danny turned him down for a ‘virginity pact’ and left Stiles crying in the locker room.

But no. Stiles doesn’t see Derek in that way, and that’s fine. It has to be fine. Derek would rather Stiles be in his life than out of it.

“C’mon, the guy cheated on you!” Stiles argues with Lydia now.

“He was going through a sexuality crisis! In high school!” Lydia counters. “If anything, Erica, you should be glad that Boyd has a friend like Jackson. He went from hating his queerness to running the college queer centre. He wouldn’t keep awful company.”

“That’s a great point, Lyds,” Erica says, beaming. She turns back to Stiles. “You’re just worried that Boyd won’t understand that I’m trans, and that he’ll break my heart like every other cis boy out there.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt, Erica. You’re, like, obsessing over this guy. And he doesn’t even talk!”

“He does too!” Erica gently shoves Stiles’ legs off her. “And if you don’t want to be a supportive friend, then the least you can do is shut up.”

Erica gives Lydia a look and silently, the two of them start packing their things.

“Wait, what just happened?” Stiles asks.

“You were an asshole,” Lydia tells him, her tone dry. Erica stands up and walks away without a word. Lydia pauses to add, “I know you’re all hung up on Erica right now, but maybe don’t bash the guy she likes. It’s not a good look.”

Then Lydia trails after Erica.

Stiles scoffs and looks at Derek. “Can you believe that?”

Derek shrugs. He’d rather not get caught in the middle. Besides, Boyd does talk. Derek’s sure Stiles rarely gives him a chance to, though. He picks at some of the grass, ripping it from the ground, and immediately feeling guilty about it.

“I don’t get women,” Stiles mutters. “What does she see in him?”

What do you see in Erica that you don’t see in me? Derek wants to ask but bites his tongue. Instead, he opts to quietly say, “Why don’t I walk you to your next class?”

Stiles studies Derek’s face, and he can’t help but wonder what Stiles is looking for. Instead of asking, Derek gets up from the courtyard grass and grabs his backpack. He holds out a hand to help Stiles up, and tries to ignore the way his body buzzes at the contact.

"You know, I'm starting to question whether I'm even meant for love," Stiles mutters. "Like maybe I'm just destined to be single for the rest of my life."

Derek snorts, because that's ridiculous.

"What?" Stiles asks, as they head towards the school doors. "I mean, Lydia has refused to look my way once. Not even a tiny little glance or a peek. She was all obsessed with Jackson, and then fell for Allison. And like, sure, they're a great couple, but... I'm always going to wonder what if?"

Derek doesn't respond, but simply holds the door open for him and trails beside him.

"And Erica... she was single all throughout high school, always complaining that no one was ever going to love her -"

"-sounds familiar," Derek teases.

Stiles doesn't hear him though. He keeps going. "And here I am, ready and willing to make our friendship more, and she's suddenly hung up on some guy who doesn't say a word."

Derek's lips part and shut. It's impossible to get him to hear anyone else when Stiles gets on a roll like this.

"And Boyd! Do you think he has any idea what a treasure Erica is? I bet not. I bet he doesn't even see her. And I do." Stiles pauses to glance at Derek. "You think Erica and I would be a good couple, right?"

Derek freezes.

"Yo, Stilinski! I heard you been talkin' shit about me!"

Thank god for Jackson, Derek thinks, as they both spin around to see him coming up the hall.

"I ran into Lydia and Erica. They're both furious with you," Jackson says, coming to a stop in front of them. He claps a hand on Stiles' shoulder. "I'd be pissed at you, but I think their wrath alone will be enough."

"Ha-ha," Stiles says, sarcastically. Then his face pales a little. "Oh shit, are they really mad?"

"Furious, dude," Jackson says. "I just said that."

"Fuck." Stiles hesitates before saying, "Okay. I'll apologize after class. I just..."

"Just what?" Jackson asks, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. "Just talked shit about the guy that Erica's in love with?"

"Well, not exactly--"

"Just forgot your boundaries because you think you're destined to have met your soul mate in high school like your parents did?" Jackson continues. "You do realize that it doesn't always happen like that, right? And you don't have to jump from friend to friend saying you're in love like the boy who cried wolf."

"Well--"

"Food for thought," Jackson says, before gently shoving Stiles' shoulder. "I gotta get to class. But you better apologize before my party on Friday! I don't want any drama!"

"Su--sure," Stiles stammers, as if he doesn't know how to respond for once.

"Always nice to talk, Hale," Jackson says before jogging back the way he came.

"What is going on?" Stiles whines. "It's like no one wants me to be in love with Erica."

Derek glances at Stiles, and then has to look away. He could say, Maybe that's my fault. Maybe it's because everyone knows I'm desperately in love with you. Maybe it's because I've been waiting for you for so long now. But he says nothing.

Instead, he pretends to get a call and tells Stiles he'll catch up with him later.

Instead, he walks down the hall and fights the urge to look back.

Instead, he puts the phone back into his pocket without even an attempt at a fake phone call.

Some days, being in love with your best friend is too much. Even for Derek, who has years of practice at it.

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"Oh my god, you came to a party!" Kira says, giggling and clearly already drunk. She throws her arms around Derek's shoulders. "I don't think I've ever seen you at one before!"

Derek laughs, feeling more relaxed tonight than he has all week. He's going to see Stiles again, and maybe lose his tongue, but at least he's calmed down from his mini freakout on Monday. "Hey, Kira. I've been known to party occasionally."

Kira laughs. "Okay, sure. Oh my god! There's someone I've been dying for you to meet!"

Derek lets her take his hand and drag him into the crowd at Jackson's apartment. They make their way out to the balcony where a handsome, but slightly scrawny, guy stands smoking a joint.

"Isaac! This is Derek. I've told Isaac all about you, Derek. You two have a lot in common. And -"

"Kira!" a girl's voice comes from within the apartment.

"And that's my cue. Have fun!" Kira giggles as she runs back into the apartment. Derek hears her shout "Maila!" before the door shuts behind her.

Isaac sighs. "This isn't what you think it is."

"It feels like we've just been set-up," Derek murmurs, walking over to take the joint from Isaac's fingers.

"Yeah, but not in the way you think." Isaac takes a deep breath before he says, "She said you have a big house."

Derek blinks, because that's not what he was expecting. "I... do. It was left to me after my parents passed away."

Isaac winces. "Sorry to hear that, man."

"Do you need a place to crash?" Derek asks, taking another puff of the joint before handing it back to Isaac.

"Something like that," Isaac mutters. He closes his eyes and takes a long drag of the joint. Then he says, "Listen, I like Kira. I trust Kira. And Kira trusts you. So. I'm just going to say I'm in a really bad spot right now, and could use another friend."

Isaac takes a deep breath and offers Derek the joint again. Just then, his sleeve moves down, and Derek sees all he needs to know.

"Yeah, man. Any friend of Kira's is a friend of mine. Get my number from her, and we'll work it out."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Derek says, nodding. "My sisters sort of live with me, but neither of them are around much. Cora's in school on the east coast, and Laura works in New York City. So, the place is kind of lonely, anyway."

"Cool. Thanks."

They stand on the balcony in silence for a few minutes, passing the joint back and forth, and then decide to go inside.

Derek's mind is spinning with what just happened, and perhaps that's why, he doesn't see Stiles coming.

Stiles throws his arms around Derek's neck from behind and swings around to face him. "Derek! I need you, right now."

He doesn't hesitate. He puts his hands on Stiles' waist and is ready to whisk him out of this party when Stiles laughs and stumbles backwards.

"Oh, that's good."

Confused, Derek asks, "What do you need me for?"

"I wanna make Erica see what she's missing!" Stiles says, swaying his hips. He frowns when Derek doesn't budge. "Dance with me, handsome."

Derek feels rusty. Like someone who hasn't danced before. He swallows hard. "I thought you apologized to her?"

"I did! A bunch of times!" Stiles says. "But I guess she's on a mission tonight to prove to me that she's really in love with Boyd. So, I wanna make her jealous."

"And I'm the way to do that?" Derek asks, unable to hide the hurt in his voice.

"Duh." Stiles shifts closer to Derek. "Is this okay?"

His mouth is dry. He manages a quiet "yes."

Derek tries to swallow again, but a lump has grown in his throat. It feels impossible, to be this close to Stiles, so suddenly after all this wanting.

Stiles tosses his head back and laughs.

He feels like he's drunk in love, Derek realizes. He sways off-beat to the music with Stiles, and he doesn't care. Being able to touch him... be this close... almost kiss him... it's almost too much.

The world pauses for a moment, and Derek blurts, "You are my best friend."

Stiles grins. "You're mine, too!"

There's a beat of silence between them. And Stiles' eyes grow wide. Does he know? Did he read it on Derek's face?

Derek frowns, untangling himself from Stiles and breaking the spell they were just under. "Sorry, I... I have to go."

"Wait, what?" Stiles asks with a panicked expression. "No, you can't just... leave."

Derek swallows and it feels like a hole just opened up beneath his feet and he's falling.

"Sorry, I got... too stoned."

Stiles' lips part.

"I'll text you," Derek finds himself promising.

He squeezes Stiles' wrist, unaware he was even holding it until now, and then he makes his way through the crowd.

"Hey, Hale!" Jackson's voice comes through. But Derek doesn't know what to do now. So, he rushes out the front door and doesn't look back. For once.

♞♚♞♚

"You gonna tell me what Friday night was about?" Lydia asks, settling in beside Derek at the picnic table in the school courtyard. Derek looks up.

"No-thing," he stumbles. "Just got too stoned."

"One minute, I see you all in love with Stilinski, and the next, you're leaving him on the dance floor." Lydia frowns and lowers her voice. "Derek, are you okay?"

He shrugs, because what is there to say? The only text he received from Stiles was a wtf and the only other message he got over the weekend was from Isaac, who has officially moved into the first spare room.

"Derek," Lydia says, her voice sharp. "Talk to me."

"I don't know, okay? He wanted to make Erica jealous or some shit, and I was too stoned to... I don't know. Deal."

Lydia considers this and then nods. "Idiot."

"Me?"

"No, not you. Stiles. He's being an idiot," Lydia says. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No."

"Okay." Lydia shifts on the bench and then says, "I heard what you did for Isaac. He's in one of my classes. A quiet little thing. I'm glad."

"Yeah." Derek leans forward and whispers, "I think... he was..."

"Yeah, me too." Lydia nods. "I've had my suspicions for a few months now. But he's safe now."

Derek leans back and lets out a breath. "Yeah. Yeah, he is."

Isaac had thanked him a thousand times as they moved his stuff in. It was mostly in garbage bags, so Derek's pretty sure he didn't plan on moving quite so quickly. The poor kid was shaking when Derek came to pick him and his stuff up. It's an image he'll remember for a lifetime.

"You're a great guy, Derek. I love Stilinski, I do, but the guy is a bonehead. You could do so much better," Lydia tells him, and Derek sighs. He guesses they're back to that conversation.

Derek looks up at Lydia and quietly asks, "Is that how you feel about Allison?"

Her lips part and close before she shakes her head. "Alright, point made."

"Hey," a familiar voice comes.

They turn to see Kira. She wears a bright smile, but a pair of sunglasses.

"You can't still be hungover from Jackson's party," Lydia says in lieu of a greeting.

"I ammmm," Kira whines, sitting down beside Derek. She groans dramatically before she says, "I just wanted to thank you, Derek. You're a good man. A better man than most."

He doesn't know what to say to that, so he smiles and wraps an arm around her shoulders. He squeezes her close.

"Hey! Hands off my man," another voice comes.

Derek really should've picked a less popular spot to eat lunch.

His heart pounds.

Stiles plops down beside Lydia with a wide grin. "Haven't you heard? Derek's taken."

"By who?" Lydia asks, dryly.

"By me." Stiles winks at Derek as if he should play along.

"What!" Kira says, sitting upright. "How drunk was I at Jackson's party? Since when?"

"Since Derek swept me off my feet," Stiles says, grinning.

"Oh my god! I'm so excited for you both!" Kira exclaims, and before Derek can stop her, she says, "He's been in love with you since, what, like ninth grade or something?"

Stiles blinks and looks at Derek. "Wait, what?"

"She's kidding," Derek says, but his voice is tense, and he's not sure a single person at this table believes him. Derek takes his arm back from Kira's shoulders and picks up his sandwich.

"No, no," Kira says, clearly not getting it. "When I met Derek, he was at Erica's house, high as a kite, and talking about you. Told everyone he was in love and--ow!"

Derek looks at Lydia, who has clearly kicked Kira under the table. Lydia snorts. "You can't believe everything Derek says while high, Kira. He also once pretended that he was a knight in shining armour and was going to save us all from a dragon."

Kira laughs. "Did he really?"

"I plead the fifth," Derek mutters.

"So you weren't madly in love with me?" Stiles asks, looking at Derek curiously.

Derek picks up his phone. "Shit, I'm going to be late for class."

That he doesn't have.

"I gotta go."

Anywhere but here.

"Derek, wait--" Stiles starts, but it's too late. Derek scoops up his stuff, shoves it in his backpack, and jogs towards the parking lot.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

♞♚♞♚

"Is it okay if I have a friend over?" Isaac asks when Derek gets home. He hesitates before adding, "I think you even know him. Vernon Boyd. We just have a project to work on and I can't really concentrate in the library and--"

"Isaac," Derek says gently. "Of course you can have someone over. This is your home too."

"Oh. Um. Alright, cool. Thanks." Isaac starts to walk towards the kitchen when he pauses and asks, "Are you alright, man?"

Derek laughs. He doesn't mean to, but the sound bursts out of him anyway. He shakes his head. "I'll be fine."

Isaac frowns, but lets it go for now which is exactly what Derek needs. He crashes on the couch, flipping through Disney Plus aimlessly looking for an easy-watching kids' show to watch.

He's almost half way through his fifth episode when someone knocks at the door. Isaac darts down the hall, pausing in the living room archway to say, "That'll be Boyd."

"Okay," Derek says, absentmindedly.

A few minutes later, Isaac comes into the living room with Boyd and says, "We're going to go in the kitchen, if that's okay. Don't want to--"

"Nah," Derek says, shaking his head. "Study in here. It's more comfortable. I was going to go take a nap anyway."

"Oh! If you're sure." Isaac hesitates before asking, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Derek looks at them, with Boyd quietly watching him, and shrugs. "It's dumb."

"I highly doubt that," Boyd says, almost startling Derek with how smooth his voice is. "Isaac told me something was up. Hope that's okay."

"Um. Yeah. It's fine. It's really nothing."

But when Isaac and Boyd settle into the chairs, Derek finds himself talking. A lot. He explains the whole situation starting from ninth grade to this afternoon.

"And I don't really get it," Derek continues, almost out of breath. "Like, why is he using me like this?"

"Sounds like he doesn't get it," Boyd counters.

"Have you told him anything?" Isaac asks.

Derek shakes his head. "No, but I'm sure Kira and Lydia told him after I left today. He hasn't even texted or called or... I don't know. Done anything."

"Sucks," Isaac says.

"Definitely sucks," Boyd agrees.

Derek rubs his face. "What do I do now?"

"Let him go?" Isaac suggests.

"I can't. That's the annoying part," Derek admits. "There's just... so much history. And he's really a great guy. He's just been all obsessed with this idea that he's in love, and I don't think he even really believes it."

"Why do you say that?" Boyd asks, shifting on his chair to lean in. He studies Derek with his intense brown eyes, filled with concern, and Derek melts. No wonder why Erica's mad for him.

"I think he chooses people who are emotionally unavailable so he won't get hurt. Because if he chooses someone real, well, he'd actually be risking something." Derek sighs.

Boyd smiles. "I appreciate you sharing all of this with me, especially because we don't know each other well."

"Ditto," Isaac says. "And my advice? Maybe just... talk to him?"

"Tell him how you really feel. And that's why you can't pretend to see him to make Erica jealous." Boyd pauses before asking, "How do you know Erica wouldn't be jealous, though?"

"She's in love with yo--" Derek catches himself but it's a beat too late.

Boyd blinks, and then a bright grin crosses his face. "Sorry, gentlemen, but I think there's somewhere I need to be."

Isaac laughs. "By all means, man, go get your girl."

Boyd pauses to add to Derek, "Talk to him. He has no idea what's going on in your head. Good luck."

Derek watches in bewilderment as Boyd leaves. He turns to Isaac and asks, "Is that dude for real? He finds out Erica's slightly interested in him and he just... goes to talk to her?"

Isaac laughs. "Yeah. Boyd's been madly in love with her ever since they first met. Said she was a goddess. Claimed she was an angel without her wings."

"And... and he's just going to go tell her?"

"Yeah. He just wanted to be sure that she felt the same for him," Isaac says, before adding, "Why? Hoping Stiles is doing the same?"

Derek exhales. "If only."

♞♚♞♚

Feeling a little more hopeful than before, Derek knocks on Stiles' dorm room door. He doesn't know what he's going to say. But he knows he has to say something. He's been running from this for far too long.

He holds coffee in his hand, realizing that it may be a mistake to give Stiles coffee at midnight, but it's too late now.

Stiles' roommate, Scott, opens the door. "Oh! Derek. Hi."

"Hi, is Stiles here?" Derek asks.

"I don't know what happened between you two," Scott says, carefully. "But ever since Monday, he's been moping around. I'm not even sure he wants to talk to you."

"Yes, he does!" Stiles calls out from somewhere in the dorm room.

Scott frowns, narrowing his eyes on Derek. "If you hurt him, I hurt you. Got it?"

"Got it," Derek says, although he's pretty sure he could win in a fight against Scott. But he's not about to say that.

Scott opens the door for Stiles to slip through.

"Hey," Stiles says.

"Hey. Wanna go for a walk?"

"Sure. Let me grab a sweater."

Stiles slips back into the dorm and Scott gestures that he's watching Derek. He almost wants to tell Scott that he's got this all wrong. It's going to be his heart to break tonight.

A few minutes later, Stiles comes back in a red hoodie. He happily takes a coffee and says, "Let's go."

Derek doesn't know what to say, not even when they get into the elevator, so he stays quiet.

Stiles asks, "Did you hear that Erica and Boyd are officially dating?"

"Oh?" Derek says, as if he didn't already know this. "That's great for them. How... um. How are you?"

"Surprisingly... fine," Stiles says, but his voice sounds stiff.

"That's good."

Their shoulders brush when they both move to exit the elevator. Derek steps back to let Stiles go first.

They don't say anything until they're walking along the path by the pond.

"So, you're in love with me, huh?" Stiles asks.

Derek swallows, unsure what to say. He knew this would come up. Knew that he'd have to admit it tonight. But saying the words seems a lot harder.

"I wish I had known!" Stiles says, when Derek doesn't answer. "Here I am, mooning over these people, begging to be in love like my friends, and here you were. The whole time. But you didn't say anything. Why?"

"Because you weren't mooning over me," Derek mumbles. Suddenly, he's lost his nerve. "I don't know. Why didn't you ever tell Erica you were in love with her?"

"Because I wasn't!" Stiles says.

They both stop walking to stare at each other.

"You weren't?"

"No. I wasn't. I... I see that now." Stiles rubs his hands together. "In fact, I don't think I've ever been in love before. But..."

"But?"

"I don't know," Stiles admits. "I think I'd like to be."

Derek considers this, and then quietly says, "Stiles, would you like to go on a date with me?"

His eyes light up. "Really? Even if I'm not in love with you too?"

Derek smiles. "I've had a long time to be in love with you. Are you sure you're ready for something real?"

Stiles beams. "I am."

Derek holds his hand out and Stiles slips his fingers in between Derek's fingers.

It might not be the love story Derek expected, and it might burn hot and fizzle out, but he's relieved to have finally let his fears go and try.

♞♚♞♚

Three months later...

"Derek! Can you please tell Stiles he can't strip down naked every time he comes over without seeing if I'm home first?" Isaac calls down the hall.

Derek laughs. "Sure thing, Isaac. But you might not want to come into the kitchen."

"Aw, c'mon, man!" Isaac calls back. "In the kitchen? Really?"

"We're making breakfast," Stiles calls out. "But give me a second to put on more than the apron."

Stiles turns to Derek and motions for him to hand over Derek's blue sweater and a pair of sweatpants.

"Isaac is going to kill me if we keep doing this," Derek says.

"Yeah, well, he's going to have to get used to it. I'm not going anywhere."

"No?" Derek murmurs, leaning forward for a kiss. Their lips touch briefly before they hear a groan from the hallway.

"Did you two burn the toast again?"

Stiles and Derek both turn to see the toaster has popped up with black toast. "Crap! Derek, it was your turn to watch the toast."

"It's hardly my fault that you decided to get naked and distract me," Derek says, moving towards the toaster to deal with the burnt toast. He starts to pull it out, wincing at the heat, and glances over his shoulder to see Stiles is fully clothed again. He pouts.

"It's okay," Stiles says, coming up behind him and whispering in his ear. "I love you too, Derek."

It might not be the moment he imagined, but it's theirs, and it's perfect, and that's all that matters.

"Guys, is it safe to come into the kitchen yet?"

Derek laughs.

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