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Title: When You’re the Best of Friends

Pairings:  Stora (Stiles Stilinski + Cora Hale)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 10,239

AO3 Link

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:  Brief Non-Con Touching & Kissing

Square Filled: Best Friends to Lovers

Written For: @anyfandomfluffbingo

Summary:

Cora Hale and Stiles Stilinski have been best friends since the womb. Okay from the time they were born they have been inseparable.

Talia and Claudia have always been powerless to separate them. The two kids did everything together. They were always at either the Hale’s or the Stilinski's, rarely if ever separated. Sleepovers became an every night kind of thing.

Cora Hale and Stiles Stilinski have been best friends since the womb. Okay from the time they were born they have been inseparable.

Talia and Claudia have always been powerless to separate them. The two kids did everything together. They were always at either the Hale's or the Stilinski's, rarely if ever separated. Sleepovers became an every night kind of thing.

Cora loved soccer and swimming. Stiles loved cross country and swimming. So naturally Cora joined cross country and Stiles joined soccer. They would get up at the crack of dawn and go running every morning and then practice soccer drills for at least an hour every evening. They were both extremely competitive–still are–with each other and then would team up and be competitive with others. Everything from sports, to clubs, to their grades to video games...if they could compete, they would.

Everyone kept waiting for them to become rivals or to have a falling out, but they never did. Year after year they only grew closer.

Eventually people stopped expecting them to fight and began to expect them to fall in love or at least fuck. Stiles and Cora were aware of this, but they have never allowed other people to determine their relationship.

That all changed on New Year's Eve their junior year of high school. They had gone to the party together but not like together together.

Cora is determined to kiss Stiles. She is finally going to tell her best friend how she feels. As the countdown begins, she tries to find Stiles.

"5...4...3..."

"Stiles?" she calls out only to see his lips claimed by a girl named Heather, in their grade as everyone shouted.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

Cora's heart shatters and she turns away, missing the moment when Stiles pushes away from Heather with a scowl on his face and searches for her as he wipes his mouth with a disgusted expression.

Stiles is panicking. He had a whole plan. He was going to kiss Cora. He was going to tell her how he feels, but she is nowhere to be found. He calls her but it goes straight to voicemail. He texts her but gets no response. So, he goes to the Hale House only to find that Derek won't let him in.

"Please Der? I need to see her. I have to–"

Derek crosses his arms. "You don't have to do anything. She doesn't want to see you right now. So go home."

"But Derek I–"

"GO!"

Stiles clears his throat as he tries to swallow the lump of emotion stuck in it. With a nod he turns and climbs back into his jeep. He glances up at Cora's bedroom window and finds the curtains shut. She always left them open for him and now–He starts the jeep and drives away. He is left heartbroken and decides to give her space.

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When Stiles shows up to school the following Monday after a very depressing weekend with zero contact from his best friend, he plans to just march right up to her and talk to her.

It's not until he gets in the front doors that he notices everyone staring at him with varied expressions. Pity. Anger. Surprise. Confusion. Stiles gives them an uncertain smile as he makes his way to his locker. He doesn't understand why they are looking at him like that.

That is until he turns down the hallway for the lockers and sees Cora with her back against his locker, her lips slotted with Theo of all people.

He stands there frozen, staring as his heart shatters into pieces, before turning on his heel and heading to class. He has never been more grateful that he never stores anything in his locker.

His seat in calculus is usually right next to Cora's and for a moment he debates switching seats but then decides against it. He won't change things just because his best friend decided to make out with Theo.

Shaking his head, he pushes the sight of Cora and Theo's make out to the back of his mind and focuses on his schoolwork. He had finished his calculus early on Friday afternoon, so he'd have the whole weekend free. Granted he had pictured telling Cora how he feels and then them spending time together just the two of them but well...

He barely notices her trying to get his attention and he is reminded again of the kiss when she sits with Theo and Jackson at lunch. He sits at their usual table grateful for Allison and Isaac.

Allison looks at him worried. "Is everything okay with you and Cora?" she whispers.

Stiles takes a bite of his curly fries to avoid answering verbally but he shakes his head and then shrugs.

Isaac pushes his own curly fries over and offers a reassuring smile. "You need them more than me."

"Thanks guys."

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The misunderstanding with the New Year's kiss is what starts it all. Cora gets competitive and decides to one up Stiles by kissing someone. She wasn't planning on kissing Theo of all people, but she knows by the way Stiles retreats that she should've kissed anyone but the guy who had never been kind to Stiles.

Cora remembers what Theo did to her best– are they still best friends?–their freshman year of high school which makes her feel even worse.

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There's never been a time in their lives that they weren't spending time together. Not even when Cora had ear surgery when she was five. Stiles convinced his mother to let him stay and he would curl up in the bed with Cora.

When Stiles was supposed to go to camp one summer, he refused cause it was only for boys, and he wanted Cora to go too. So, they signed up for a summer camp that allowed both girls and boys to come. They were eight and had the best summer ever.

At age ten they share their first kiss. It was inexperienced and they giggled afterward but it was still special.

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Little moments all special to her, flit through her mind as the school day passes torturously slow but when the final bell rings, she rushes to the parking lot only to tear up when she realizes Stiles's jeep is already gone.

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As the year progresses, they drift apart more and more, neither of them knowing how to bridge the gap.

Then comes junior prom, which is all anyone who's anyone is talking about.

Heather corners Stiles in the library where he's studying and typing away on his laptop.

"So, I was thinking..."

"Sounds dangerous," he murmurs distractedly.

Heather huffs and slips her arms around his shoulders from behind uncaring of the way he stiffens in response. "Go to prom with me, Stilinski. You've got all the makings of a King."

Stiles grows even more tense and shakes his head. "I'm not much of a dancer. Plus, we're juniors. There is no King."

"Hm. Maybe not but imagine getting Prince this year and then King next year," she purrs in his ear, making him feel nauseous.

"No. I'm not going to prom." He gathers his things and after saving his work shuts his laptop and stands up. "Find someone else."

Heather reaches for his arm, and he pulls out of reach. "Oh, come on baby. Go to prom with me."

Stiles sets his jaw and glares. "I said no. Don't call me baby. Don't touch me ever again. Leave me the hell alone."

"You kissed me back!" She shrieks.

"You can't kiss back when you never wanted the kiss in the first place. You're the one who forced yourself on me. I meant it when I said no. So go find some other boy toy. I'll report you if you try it again."

He turns and leaves the library with his head held high. Stiles has a couple stops to make: the coach's office, the music room, the English classroom, the guidance counselor's office and finally the principal's office. It's time he got out of here.

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Despite Stiles turning down a date to prom, Cora still goes, and she goes with Theo. Stiles's heart aches at the sight of her accepting Theo's promposal. He can't just fall out of love with her, but he can't tell her how he feels either. It seems pretty obvious to him that she doesn't feel the same as he does. He hates what Heather did but maybe it was easier this way?

Cora feels nervous and wants to back out so badly, but Theo asked her to prom and well Stiles is going with Heather. So why shouldn't she go to prom too? No one else asked her anyway.

Derek is the one who is home when Theo comes to get her. She's wearing a short lavender dress with sparkles all over it. Theo of course decided against matching, but he did give her corsage. The only problem is that she's allergic to flowers. This makes her brother's eyebrows turn down into a glare, but before he can chew Theo out, Cora has taken her date's arm and is being led to his car.

The car drives away and Derek huffs pulling out his phone. He fires off a text and heads back inside.

[To Stiles] Is that invitation to hang out still open?

[From Stiles] Sure, is Der-Bear. Come on over.

[To Stiles] I thought we said you wouldn't call me that anymore.

[From Stiles] I said no such thing. You told me not to and I ignored it. I know you secretly love it. Now hurry up or the pizza will be gone by the time you get here.

Derek rolls his eyes but smiles as he grabs his jacket and keys. Pretty soon he's in his Camaro and speeding down the road. There had better be some pizza left.

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Prom is not what Cora expected it to be at all. Theo is quite handsy and Jackson badmouths Stiles a lot. Lydia just rolls her eyes and smirks at his remarks.

Cora is regretting coming. She feels extremely uncomfortable. She even pulls out her phone when she escapes to the bathroom for a few minutes debating calling Stiles but changes her mind.

When she exits the restroom, her eyes scan the crowd, but she doesn't see Stiles anywhere. She does spot Heather though and is confused to see her making out with Caitlin. Since when is Heather into girls and why would she be here without Stiles? Cora heard her ask him to prom.

She pulls her phone out, ignoring Theo's arm around her waist and texts her brother.

[To Derek] Hey big brother. Is there any change you could come get me?

[From Derek] Why? I thought you were excited for prom.

[To Derek] I was. Kind of but Theo is an asshole, and I don't want to be here anymore.

[From Derek] Text Peter or Laura. One of them will come and get you, I'm sure.

[To Derek] Why can't you come?

[From Derek] I'm with friends right now.

Cora swallows thickly. Derek is with friends, and he didn't say who, which means one of them is probably Stiles.

[To Peter] Hey Uncle Peter. Can you come get me from the school?

[From Peter] Someone not having as good of a time as they had hoped? I wonder why.

She huffs and fights back tears.

[To Laura] Please come get me?

[From Laura] I'm already on my way.

With a sigh she slips her phone back into her clutch and steps away from Theo. "So, this was not fun and I'm going to head out now."

"Whatever," Theo says with a smirk. "I'm surprised you stayed as long as you did."

Lydia and Jackson smirk and Cora feels furious. "Well, you're an asshole. All three of you are. All you do is bad mouth my best friend and–"

"Sweetie, are you sure he's your best friend?" Lydia asks with a faux sympathetic look. "I mean if I had been his friend in some alternate universe where I was literally insane and I pulled the shit you did, I wouldn't want anything to do with you."

Jackson laughs and nods as he slips his arm around Lydia's shoulder. "Come on, this is Stilinski we're talking about. He's always had a few screws loose and he's just–"

Cora feels her phone vibrate as grabs a glass of punch throwing the sticky liquid all over Lydia and Jackson with a furious expression. Her tone is glacial. "Stiles Stilinski is the best thing to ever happen in my life. Yeah, I don't know if we're still best friends, but seventeen years of friendship since fucking diapers isn't going to just vanish because I kissed an asshole."

Theo grins. "Maybe if it was any other asshole but me." His grin becomes a smirk. "After all, how could he forgive you for it when we both know I'm the reason he almost–"

Cora snags his drink and dumps it on his head before storming out with a big 'Fuck you!' thrown over her shoulder.

Laura is waiting outside, and Cora quickly slips into the passenger seat. She barely manages to fasten her seatbelt before she bursts into tears.

Her sister doesn't say anything as she starts the car and drives them home.

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"Thanks for coming to hang out Der."

Derek looks over at Stiles who is flipping through the pages of a journal. "Of course. I mean I–" He hesitates. "I'm sorry for..." he trails off.

Stiles glances over at him and shrugs one shoulder. "You didn't do anything wrong. I was worried you wouldn't want to hang out after the whole thing."

"As if. You're my friend even if you and my sister are on the outs. Plus, you got me pizza."

That elicits a laugh out of Stiles. The two guys had bid Isaac, Danny, Allison and Kira goodbye a couple hours ago and that left just the two of them.

"What's the journal for?" Derek asks.

Stiles closes it and stands up making his way to the attic ladder. "It was once something but now it's nothing." He deposits the journal on a shelf in the attic and then closes the door.

Derek frowns. "It was for her, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," Stiles mumbles. "Oh. Would you do me a favor?"

"Sure. What's up?"

Stiles walks over to his desk and picks up an envelope. "Would you give this to her?"

Derek takes the envelope from the amber eyed boy and nods. "I will." He swallows thickly, having noticed the packed bags. "When are you leaving?"

"In the morning."

Derek isn't a hugger normally, but he pulls Stiles into one. "Call me if you need anything."

Stiles chuckles wetly. "Never thought I'd see the day where Derek Hale would hug me."

"I'm serious," the older man whispers.

"I know. I will call if I need you. Okay?"

They part and Stiles walks Derek out. He needs to get some sleep. It's a long drive in the morning. He glances at his desk once more when he reaches his room. The diploma is hard to look at but well he's a high school graduate now.

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Cora is a wreck and after she gets home, she quickly shucks her prom dress before getting in the shower to wash away the night. Now she's sitting on the couch with her knees against her chest and her chin resting on her knees.

The fireplace is crackling, and she gets lost in thought staring at the flames. Her hair is in a messy bun which is familiar and comforting because it's how Stiles always loved her hair to be the most. She's even wearing one of his hoodies and a pair of his boxers he had left behind once, and they had gotten thrown in with the Hale's laundry.

Her tears have long since stopped falling but her heart still aches. It's half past 1 am when the front door opens. Peter is shut in his office working on a case. Laura had gone out with her girlfriend, Lyla. So, it's either her mother–which is highly unlikely considering Talia and Claudia had gone for a ladies's retreat–or Derek.

Her brother peeks his head into the living room and locks eyes with Cora. "You're still up?"

She nods. "Yep."

"Can't sleep?" he asks.

She shakes her head. "Nope."

Derek sighs and makes his way over to her. He plops down on the couch and turns to face her. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," she whispers, surprised at his offer. Derek hates to talk about feelings. "Did you have a good time with your friends?"

"Definitely."

Cora swallows thickly. "Were you with Stiles?"

Derek quirks a brow and nods. "Yes. I was also with Isaac, Kira, Allison and Danny."

"Oh." She nods and sniffles. "I'm glad you had fun."

Her brother reaches into his back pocket and holds out the letter. "Stiles asked me to give this to you."

Cora's eyes widen and she snatches the letter from him. Her fingers trace the amber eyed boy's handwriting of her name and how he has always drawn a heart in the center of the o. "Why didn't he give it to me himself?"

Derek's expression makes her wince. "Really?"

"Yeah. Okay. Fair."

"I'm heading to bed." He gets up and kisses her forehead before heading upstairs to bed.

Cora stares at the letter afraid to open it. What if he doesn't want to be friends anymore? What if he hates her? What if he is explaining himself? What if he wants to be with Heather? What if–She heads upstairs and shoves it into her nightstand drawer. Tonight has been too emotional for her. She'll read it tomorrow.

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Stiles melts into his mother's arms as she hugs him. "Be safe and call me when you get there."

"I will Matka."

She kisses his forehead and ruffles his hair. He laughs and places a kiss on her cheek before climbing into the jeep. His bags are in the backseat all packed and ready to go.

"I love you Mischief."

He waves and hollers out his window as he pulls away. "Love you more Matka!"

She chuckles and watches as he disappears down the street. "I love you most."

Noah gets home from the station a few hours later and heads to bed to sleep off his shift. Claudia does some cooking before settling in to watch her favorite show. She and Talia got back early this morning so she could say goodbye to Stiles.

The two mothers are worried about their kids, but neither will intervene yet if at all. Some things have to be learned the hard way.

Plus, Stiles turns eighteen this summer and Cora will turn eighteen as well at the end of summer. They're adults now and need to spread their wings a little. This is why she was more than fine with her son going to his grandparent's house for the summer.

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Cora bursts into her brother's room late in the afternoon the next day. Derek snaps his head in her direction, having been deep into a book he was reading. "What is your problem?"

"Maybe I should just go see him. He can tell me in person what the letter says."

Derek sighs and bookmarks his place before looking at his younger sister. "He said he's leaving but wanted me to give that to you. So, you should just read it."

Cora's jaw drops. "Leaving?! No. Why?"

Derek sighs. "Read the letter." Then he goes back to his book.

Cora's heart races, tears forming as she dashes out of the house, running as fast as she can to Stiles's house only to have Mrs. Stilinski tell her that he is already gone.

Her best friend is gone. "Stiles," she whispers to herself as she walks back home. She sits on her bed and reads the letter.

Cora,

I hate saying this in a letter but needs must and I just can't say it out loud.

I'm leaving for the summer. I need to get away. I need to think and just clear my head.

I hope you had a good prom and that you have a good summer. I'm sorry I won't be there to help you perfect your dives, but I know you can do it. You've always had better form than me anyway.

Enjoy summer break. It's the last one before you'll be getting ready to leave for college.

My phone won't be on, and I'll be out of reach. Please let me have this time.

Always,

Stiles.

She reads it several times before carefully folding it up, sliding it back into the envelope and putting it back in the drawer of her nightstand.

Then she curls up under the quilt he made her when they were in seventh grade, as she cuddles with the stuffed wolf he gave her. She misses him so much.

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It takes a little over six hours to get to his grandparents' house and upon arrival, he melts into their hugs. His grandparents own a mansion in the country and the fresh air is doing him wonders already. It's calm and serene out here.

He eagerly helps his grandmother with chores, especially cooking and baking. His grandfather gives him more lessons on how to ride a horse. He has his own horse named Mischief. It's what his mom has always called him since he was little.

For the first week that's all he does is ride Mischief and make sure she's brushed, fed, watered and that her hooves are cleaned.

During his second week of the summer at his grandparent's house, Stiles meets Avery Astor. She is sarcastic, sweet and a lot of fun to be around.

He's sure that if his heart didn't already belong to Cora then he'd have given it to Avery and then asked her on a date.

"Why is it that we can't have who our hearts want?" Avery asks as she sits in the shade of an old oak by the river.

Stiles skips a rock and shrugs. "I don't know. Sometimes I say fuck the universe."

"Who has your heart?"

"Her name is Cora. We've been best friends since we were in diapers, though our mothers say we were friends since conception. It's a running joke I think but it's serious."

Avery tilts her head, her blonde curls bouncing. "So, what happened?"

Stiles's shoulders slump and the last rock just sinks to the bottom. "I don't know. I mean I do but I also don't." He sits next to her and fiddles with the blades of grass. "It's hard to explain."

"Well, I have all summer. So, you can talk to me if you need to."

"I'll think about it. What about you?"

Avery snorts. "There's a girl I've loved since she saved my life at the pool like three years ago. She was a lifeguard and I had done this dive to try and impress her. I embarrassed myself when my head hit the board as I fell wrong. She ended up reviving me. Her parents aren't my biggest fans."

Stiles frowns. "Why not? You're amazing."

"Thanks Bambi but you see these tattoos and piercings, right?"

"Yeah. They're badass."

"Well, her parents are snooty rich folks, and their daughter is like Miss California or something. Even if she loved me, they'd never approve, and she wants their approval."

Stiles tilts his head. "They're rotten for that. Does she love you?"

Avery shrugs. "I have no idea, but I think it's best I move on. Either way, I can't have who I want."

They exchange a look and Stiles swallows. "So..."

Blue eyes bore into his own amber eyes as she moves closer. "What if we had some fun, Bambi? Just you and me. I mean neither of us can have who we want."

Stiles blinks. "Are you even straight?"

"Oh, Bambi I'm bisexual as fuck. Plus, you're gorgeous. So, I figured why not? I mean, it's up to you."

His heart wants Cora but they're not together and he doesn't know where they are in their friendship. So, it's easy to lean forward and capture Avery's lips with his own.

She moans softly and guides him to lay back. She slowly straddles his hips, and they move together as their kisses deepen. It's pure lust, fueled by desperation to be close to someone. She feels so good with her heat surrounding him and he's glad he keeps a condom in his wallet.

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Avery and Stiles have a fling that becomes dating but neither expects it to go anywhere. Avery knows Stiles loves someone else and so does she, but they find comfort in each other since they can't be with the ones they love.

She is the one to talk Stiles into a couple tattoos and a couple piercings, the day after his eighteenth birthday, as well as a new wardrobe. Not to change him but to help him feel more settled and comfortable in his own skin.

"You know I had my doubts," Stiles says as he checks his reflection in the bedroom mirror. "Yet, I have to say I look good." His fingers trace the tattoos on his arms. He got a fox on one shoulder and a wolf on the other.

As he admires them, he feels slim fingers trace his nipples while Avery's chin rests on his shoulder.

"I told you that you're hot, Bambi. You just couldn't see it under all those layers." Her voice is soft, and her fingers tease the metal bars in his sensitive buds making him moan.

He spins around and captures her mouth in a heated kiss, their tongues dancing, eliciting shivers in her body at the feeling of the cool metal of his tongue piercing in her mouth. He's shirtless and she eagerly falls back on the bed letting him hover over her.

Within mere minutes they're naked and she's rolling a condom onto his cock before he sinks into her in one smooth thrust.

"Gods, Bambi!" she cries out as he pummels her g-spot over and over again.

Stiles nips at her neck and wraps his pink lips around her nipples before tracing each pink erect peak with his tongue.

Avery cries out, clamping tight around him squirting as her orgasm crashes over her, him following not far behind her.

After they clean up, Stiles goes back to eyeing his tattoos and she smiles fondly at him. "You really do look good."

"I feel good."

With one last look, he pulls her up and tosses a bathing suit at her. "Let's go for a swim."

Avery laughs and tugs on the bikini. "Race you?"

"Oh, you're on!"

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Stiles's clothes are much more form fitting now and he loves it. He doesn't feel different exactly. He still feels like himself, but he looks more confident and well he feels a lot more confident too. Avery helped him own his body, his looks and his entire being.

He may also have gotten a small tattoo on his ankle in her handwriting.

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Cora tries to do what Stiles said in his letter and enjoy her summer but it's really really hard when they've spent every summer together. She does perfect her dive but he's not there to see it so it doesn't feel as special. She still gets Laura to record it just in case.

She also gets to meet Lyla for the first time and couldn't help the pang in her heart when she sees how happy her sister is with her girlfriend.

Lyla and Laura are college roommates and went from roommates, to friends, to best friends to dating. Cora won't be surprised if they're endgame. They sure look like it.

Derek hasn't heard from Stiles since the last time Cora asked and gives her a disapproving look. Which is fair because Stiles did say he'd be out of touch. She can't help it though if she wondered if he was just going to apply that to her.

Still summer sucks and she's looking forward to when it ends because that means Stiles will be back and she's been rehearsing all summer what she'll say to him.

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After he rides Mischief once more, he gets his things packed into his jeep. Avery is leaning against the fence with a soft smile on her face. "Well, I guess this is it, Bambi."

Stiles pulls her into a hug and kisses her cheek. "Guess so, but we'll see each other again. I'd like to be friends if you would."

Avery smiles and kisses his cheek. "I'd kick your ass if you just disappeared on me."

"Well, good thing I don't have any plans to do that then." He glances at the road he's about to take on his way back home and his shoulders tense. "What if our friendship is irreparable?" he asks softly.

"Didn't you say you two have been friends since you were born?"

Stiles nods. "Yeah."

Avery sighs and hugs him burying her face against his chest. "Then don't give up on it. Not everyone is so lucky to have such a friendship."

"She broke my heart. She kissed Theo."

"She did and I'm not excusing her behavior, but you can either talk about it and forgive her or you can let him win and allow what happened to ruin an eighteen year friendship."

Stiles huffs and nods playing with her hair absentmindedly. "All right. Theo is a fucking asshole. I'll see about talking to her. Maybe we can at least be friends."

"You'll always want more."

"I know."

"Can you live with that?"

Stiles shrugs. "I'll have to. I'd rather have her in my life as my friend than not at all." He feels his phone buzz and pulls back. "That's my alarm. I have to get going. Call you when I'm home?"

Avery playfully punches his shoulder. "You'd better or I'll hunt you down myself."

They exchange a final hug and a final chaste kiss before he's on the road back to Beacon Hills.

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The day Stiles is due back, Cora is a ball of nerves. She has turned down every single one of Theo's advances because her heart belongs to the boy full of mischief. She can only hope his heart can belong to her.

Theo spread salacious things about her and how she was in bed. It's ridiculous because they never even had sex but it doesn't stop people from believing it and well if Stiles were here, they'd never say it but he's not here. So, it's a free for all.

Cora shows up to the Stilinski house to wait for Stiles to get back. She gets there early and watches the Sheriff head into work around 8 am. Then Mrs. Stilinski heads to her nursing shift around 11 am. After that it's a waiting game until Stiles's jeep pulls up around 3 pm that afternoon.

Her stomach sinks to her feet as her heart gets lodged in her throat. Here goes nothing and everything all at once. To say that it is a shock to see Stiles again is an understatement. The guy doesn't even look like Stiles but then again, those eyes are still full of mischief.

"Oh. Hello Cora," he says as he gets out of his jeep.

Cora stands from her place on the front steps of his house. "Hey Stiles." Her voice is soft as her eyes take in his appearance. She sees a glint of silver near his mouth and his clothes are tighter. He looks good. He looks really fucking good.

Stiles grabs his duffel bag out of the back seat and walks up to the house. Cora steps aside and tries to find words but is surprised when Stiles gestures. "You wanna come inside?" he asks as he opens the door.

"S-Sure. Thanks."

"Have a seat. You know where everything is. I'm gonna shower quick."

Cora nods and watches him head upstairs before she gets settled on the couch. Cora's cheeks twinge pink at the image of Stiles in the shower. She shifts uneasily feeling herself get turned on. She's always been attracted to her best friend but there's just something about him now that intensifies that feeling. She squeezes her thighs together to try and quell the growing want.

Stiles isn't faring much better as he takes himself in hand and jerks off fast. It's nothing like sex was with Avery because it's Cora. It's Cora who he has loved since before he really understood what love really was. He bites his fist to keep in his moan as he releases when his orgasm rushes through him.

After he's come down from his high, he quickly but thoroughly speed washes his body and hair before stepping out of the shower and drying off. He hurries to his bedroom and tugs on a pair of sweatpants–forgoing underwear–and a tight black tank top.

Cora almost squeaks as her cheeks flush crimson when she glimpses Stiles walking to his room without a shirt and only a towel around his waist. She takes several deep breaths because it seems so wrong to be ogling her best friend when she needs to be prepared to apologize. The ogling can come later.

Stiles comes back downstairs in sweatpants that hang low on his hips and tight black tank top. He gets them each a Gatorade–blue for himself and orange for Cora–before plopping down next to her on the couch.

"Stiles, there's something I want to talk to you about," Cora blurts out fiddling with the label on her Gatorade bottle.

Stiles takes a drink of his own Gatorade and nods. "Okay. Shoot."

Cora takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. It's like all her words have suddenly left her and now that she's here face to face with him she doesn't know how to start. "About after New Year's–"

"Let me stop you there. That was months ago, and I'd rather not relive it. Thanks," he states firmly but not unkindly.

Cora tilts her head. "You'd rather not relive your first kiss?"

Stiles snorts and then shakes his head as he frowns. "You were my first kiss."

"We were ten!" Cora sputters.

"Uh huh. So?"

Cora splutters again. "You consider that your first? Why?"

Stiles looks away and gives a one shoulder shrug. "Because it was with you."

'This gorgeous ridiculous beautiful mischievous man.' Cora thinks to herself. "I'm sorry."

He glances at her. "For what?"

"Kissing Theo. Going to prom with him. Hurting you."

Stiles looks away and sucks in a breath. "Why did it have to be him?"

Cora swallows thickly, her gut churning with guilt as she remembers what Theo did to Stiles their freshman year of high school.

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They had been warming up at a cross country meet for their run when Theo made some scathing remarks and gave colorful taunts. Stiles as usual ignored them but it was harder for Cora to do the same. Stiles was the fastest runner at their school and had never been beaten. Theo hated it and it's why the two of them never got along.

As Cora crested the final hill, she was shocked to see how close Theo was to Stiles. It made no sense to her. Then it was like a car crash, and she couldn't look away. Stiles had just crossed the finish line and was drinking from a water bottle when Theo, who had been a couple yards behind him, barreled into him.

She heard Stiles cry out and then she saw red. By the time she came back to herself Stiles was passed out and there was so much blood she almost got sick. Mrs. Stilinski was kneeling down by her son and the Sheriff had called 911. Theo was smirking subtly, and Cora socked him in the nose.

It was with blood on her knuckles that she accepted Stiles's medal. Theo's behavior and him attacking Stiles disqualified him from the event. Thus, Cora took second place and Brett from Devonford Prep took third place.

Stiles was in the hospital sedated for two weeks. Cora was there for every second of it holding his hand. His left arm had minor nerve damage that was almost completely permanent. Luckily the doctors said he wouldn't lose feeling or use of his arm completely and in a few days would be just fine. It didn't make it any less scary though.

Theo was suspended and banned from cross country. Stiles bears a scar as a reminder of what happened, but he hasn't ever let it change who he is or keep him down. It's a battle scar and he'll wear it proudly. The medal still has a tiny dash of crimson on it all these years later.

Stiles went on to win the state championship the next two years as well.

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Cora lets the tears fall down her cheeks and shakes her head. "I don't have an explanation that makes a difference. I fucked up. I know I did. I let myself get jealous and when I saw you kiss Heather, I wanted you to hurt like I hurt."

Stiles clenches his jaw. "I didn't kiss her."

"What?" Cora says confused. "But I saw–"

"She kissed me without my consent. I pushed her away, but I guess you didn't see that part."

"She asked you to pro–"

"I turned her down and once again she touched me without my consent."

Cora's face pales and she sets her Gatorade aside feeling like she's going to be sick. "That fucking bitch."

Stiles snorts Gatorade out of his nose and then starts laughing before it turns into sobbing. "Yeah. D-Definitely a b-b-bitch."

Years of offering comfort kick in and she wraps her arms around her friend, uncaring about the sticky blue drink dripping from his mouth and nose. He's still beautiful to her. "I'm sorry. I should have been there for you." Her voice is soft as she runs her fingers gently through his hair.

Stiles rests his head heavily against her chest, tucking himself under her chin and sighs. "I managed just fine without you."

"You shouldn't have had to handle it alone. I'm still gonna smack her."

"No, you aren't."

"Yes, I am," she promises as her fingers continue to card through his hair while her other hand rubs circles on his back. Her gaze shifts and she gasps when she spots the tattoos. "You got inked."

Stiles blushes and pulls away reluctantly. "Uh yeah. It wasn't my idea, but I love them."

Cora smiles. "Can I see them?"

"Huh? Oh, uh sure." He pulls his tank top off and turns his back to her.

The heat of his skin makes her shiver as she traces the fox and wolf. "They're beautiful," she whispers.

Stiles blushes and clears his throat. "Just like you," he says in barely a whisper, making Cora freeze. She doesn't know what to do or what to say. He must sense that because he quickly continues. "You don't have to say anything. I can keep my feelings to myself. Especially since you don't feel the sam–"

"I DO!" she snaps with desperation and moves around to cup his face. "I do. I always have. I-I was going to tell you on New Year's Eve but then I saw the kiss and I thought..."

The hope in his eyes makes her want to cry but the affection and love makes her want to jump for joy. "I was going to tell you that night too. I tried to find you, but you were gone, and Derek wouldn't let me in. He said you didn't want to see me."

Cora sniffles and sighs. "I didn't. I told myself that if you were happy that's what mattered but I was so angry and so hurt. It wasn't planned but I saw your good morning text and asked myself 'Does he send her that too?' and I just pushed Theo against the locker and kissed him."

Stiles takes her hands from his face and intertwines their fingers. "You're the only one I always say good morning and good night to. You're the one whose opinion matters most to me. You're the one I dream about and you're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about before I fall asleep."

"Fuck I'm so stupid," she mutters melting at the way their fingers slot together perfectly.

"We all make mistakes. That doesn't mean we're stupid."

Cora snorts. "What mistake did you make?"

Stiles shrugs. "Not telling you sooner I guess."

She tilts her head and uses her thumb to catch a drop of Gatorade from his lips. "Once I'm forgiven and we're back to where we were. Tell me again. Okay?"

"I don't know how long that will take," he whispers, feeling conflicted.

Cora nods. "I know but if you still love me when we get there tell me and if you don't then I'll still want you as my best friend."

Stiles smiles and pulls her into a hug. "I can do that."

He's oblivious to the internal war going on inside Cora at the feeling of his bare chest pressed against her clothed one. Cora has always felt safe when she's wrapped in his arms. She loves him so much. Always has and always will.

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With Stiles having already graduated high school, Cora ends up attending classes on her own for her senior year. It sucks so much. Usually, she'd have someone by her side but he's home taking online classes for his first year of university.

However, he does drive her to and from school every day. They get breakfast and then he'll drop her off. They'll get milkshakes after school after he picks her up.

Theo pops up again and Cora is glad she told Stiles everything or the rumors would've shattered her best friend. She isn't expecting to find a bloody and bruised Theo by the dumpsters when she heads to the soccer field for practice, but it does bring her a sense of satisfaction. Therefore, she doesn't say a word about Stiles's bloody knuckles when he picks her up.

Two months into the new school year Stiles tells her about Avery and shows her his tattoo. It would have hurt more than a little if she too hadn't had her own Avery. They laugh about it because it figures they'd find someone with the same name to be their first. That night they have a sleepover and neither of them miss the smiles on their mothers' faces.

The first semester flies by and Cora is finished with classes the week before Stiles takes his last final. Then they take a trip to their favorite ice-skating rink just like they used to do every winter. Cora chooses to tell herself that her cheeks are red from the cold and not from the heat of Stiles's hand on her hip where her shirt slid up when she almost fell.

The second semester starts, and senior prom is already being advertised. It brings up bad memories and Cora has every intention of not going. At least she wasn't going to go until she arrived at Stiles's house for movie night a month before to find him holding a sign.

You will always be my queen whether in sweats or a gown But you deserve to be courted and shown off So will you go to the ball we me and dance in my arms Just say yes...I'll make sure the jeep doesn't turn into a pumpkin

Cora starts laughing and throws herself at him. "You're so goofy," she mumbles into his shirt.

He chuckles and sets the sign aside as he wraps his arms around her. "Does that make you Pluto or Mickey?'

"I don't know," she says with a smile even as she thinks to herself. 'It makes me yours.'

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Stiles goes with her and Laura to pick out a dress. She chooses a floor length velvet burgundy dress with glitter, a corset fastening in the back and the dress is strapless. Stiles gapes at her and she blushes almost the shade of the dress. "What do you think?"

He smiles at her. "I'm going to prom with the most beautiful girl in the world. You're breathtaking."

Cora grins at him and looks at her sister who seems both amused and pleased. "Perfect!" Laura crows. "Let's get it."

Cora expects them to get something to eat after that, but Laura drags Stiles away and Derek comes to hang with Cora. "Where are they going?"

He snorts. "Stiles has to get a tux."

She frowns slightly. "Oh." She chews her lip. "Do you think he'll want to match me?"

Derek smiles. "I do. He's not an asshole like he who must not be named."

"True."

"He is still a certain species of asshole though. It's just the lovable kind."

Cora snickers and sips her milkshake waiting for her best friend and sister to return.

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"I don't know about this one Laura."

She huffs. "Why not? It looks perfect on you."

Stiles snorts. "I wouldn't say perfect but..." he trails off and ushers her over to the ipad and scrolls through the selections. "I was thinking something like this."

Her eyes scan the image, and she grins. "Oh, I love it!!"

A few minutes later Stiles is once again on the platform, this time in a burgundy red velvet suit with a burgundy red vest, white dress shirt and a black bowtie. His shoes are black, and his pocket square is white to match the dress shirt.

Laura takes some pictures and whistles. "Looking good there, hot stuff."

Stiles flushes and bites his lip. "Do you think she'll like it?"

"Pssssshhh. Of course, she will but she will not just like it, she will love it. Now let's get it and go. Derek is probably at his quota of social interaction for the day."

They pay for the suit and head out.

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Prom night arrives and Cora is all dressed up in her gown with high black stiletto heels on her feet. She has a black clutch with a silver chain and her hair is curled and pulled into a braided bun with face framing tendrils. She also has a velvet shawl to cover her shoulders. She debates not bringing it, a part of her hoping Stiles will offer her his jacket but she decides to bring it just in case.

Laura comes to her room and gasps, tearing up. "Oh my god Cora! You look amazing!"

"Really?" she asks quietly. "You promise?"

Her older sister hugs her and smiles. "I swear on curly fries."

Cora giggles. "You've been spending too much time with Stiles."

Laura scoffs. "There is no such thing as too much time with Stiles. He's almost here by the way. Are you ready?"

"I-I think so?" she replies weakly.

"Okay. What's wrong?"

Cora sighs and fiddles with the chain on her clutch. "Prom last year was awful from beginning to end. From Theo giving me flowers even though I'm allergic to the way they talked about Stiles. It sucked and I will literally cry so hard if this turns out badly."

Laura tilts her head. "What makes you think it will go badly?"

Cora just shrugs and glances at the window, seeing a pair of headlights coming up the road.

"Listen to me little sis," her sister orders and Cora meets her gaze as she continues. "Theo is a fucking asshole. Stiles is an asshole too but he's the good kind. He's been your best friend for years. He is nothing like Theo and he's a big boy. He can take care of himself. You're psyching yourself out of what could be the best night of your life."

"He is pretty amazing, isn't he?" she says with a dopey lovesick smile.

Laura snorts but smiles. "Yeah. He sure is."

"And gorgeous. Oh, and smart and funny and–" Cora blushes and huffs. "Okay. I'm going."

"Thata girl!" Laura crows as they leave the youngest Hale's room and head to the stairs.

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Stiles gets to the Hale house early both because he is excited and because he is nervous. Derek ushers him in and gives him an approving smile and nod at his outfit. He does help Stiles straighten his tie though since it is a little crooked.

Derek also helps distract him by talking about his college courses but when they hear a swishing sound by the stairs, they both glance over.

Stiles's jaw drops open as Cora descends, his breath catching. "Gorgeous," he breathes in awe.

Cora watches him with the same intensity as her earrings catch the light along with the silver bracelet he had gotten for her as a belated eighteenth birthday present. It has a fox and a wolf chasing each other on it and the underside has an inscription of their names. "I was going to say the same about you. You look amazing Stiles."

He scoffs. "Says the queen to the pauper." His hands are behind his back hiding a final gift.

"What do you have behind your back?" she asks even as she rolls her eyes fondly at his words. "You're no pauper."

Stiles shrugs. "Agree to disagree, your majesty," he teases and then pulls a box from behind his back. "I know that it's traditional to offer a corsage but we both know you can't have a normal one. However, I think you'll find this is better than any real flower could be."

She takes the box from him and opens it to find a corsage made entirely from origami flowers. She sniffles and holds her wrist out. "Would you put it on me please?"

"It would be my pleasure."

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After more pictures are taken Cora steps out onto the porch confused when she doesn't see the jeep. "Where's Roscoe?"

Stiles joins her and helps fasten her velvet cloak. "She's staying home tonight but don't worry I have something else in mind anyway."

A beep sounds and Cora's eyes widen. "No fucking way!"

Derek never lets anyone drive his baby and yet here they are getting in it and Stiles is driving it for fucks sakes. Her phone vibrates and she pulls it out as they pull away from the house.

[From Derek] No, I haven't gone insane. He asked and I said yes. Enjoy it!

Cora laughs and smiles when Stiles takes her hand briefly on the way there. Laura is right, tonight is going to be the best night of her life.

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They are a little early getting there so they take their time getting out of the car and going in. Stiles hesitates and she turns to look at him. "What's wrong?"

He blinks and searches her face. "Cora, I–"

"Stiles! Cora! Over here!"

They glance over to see Isaac and Allison arm in arm looking stunning in their matching outfits with lavender accents.

Cora waves and turns to look at Stiles wanting to make sure everything is okay, but he offers his arm with a soft smile. "Shall we?" he asks, and she nods, taking his arm.

"We shall."

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Everyone on the prom committee really outdid themselves this year. The theme is royalty and well everyone looks like they could be royal.

They chat with Isaac and Allison for a little while before migrating to the dance floor. Cora will never get tired of being held by her best friend. No one else has ever made her feel this way or this safe. The way he looks at her steals her breath away in the best way.

Not even Theo's dirty looks, Jackson's sneers or Lydia's gestures can ruin this night for her.

"You really do look amazing Stiles."

He grins. "So do you. Thank you for saying yes to going with me."

Cora smiles and moves closer to him as they sway. "Thank you for asking." She tilts her head searching his face. "What were you going to say before we came inside?"

Stiles's eyes widen and his cheeks twinge pink. "O-Oh. Well, I just–"

"Students, if I may have your attention, please?" the principal says into the microphone up on the stage. "It is time to announce this year's Prom King and Prom Queen. Would the nominees please make their way to the stage?"

Cora squeezes Stiles's hand and in a moment of courage kisses his cheek before making her way up to the stage. She is one of four nominees for queen, the other three being Lydia Martin, Heather Custer and Allison Argent. The four nominees for prom king are Theo Raeken, Jackson Whittemore, Isaac Lahey and Danny Mahealani.

"This year we will announce Prom King first."

The guys all puff up their chests–well Theo and Jackson do–as they wait for the results.

"This year's Beacon High Prom King is...Theo Raeken."

Theo smirks and steps over to accept his crown as the principal pulls out the next envelope. He winks at Cora who scowls at him before swallowing hard when the Queen is announced.

"This year's Beacon High Prom Queen is...Cora Hale!"

Her eyes find Stiles who is whistling and cheering loudly for her as she accepts her crown.

"As is tradition...make room for the dance of the King and Queen."

With a smug look on his face Theo leads her to the dance floor and pulls her in for a dance. There's alcohol on his breath when he leans in to whisper in his ear. "How does it feel to know that if it wasn't for you, he'd be in my place, and you'd be dancing with him but instead you're here dancing with me while he has to watch. I bet it is painful for him."

She feels sick even as her face forms a furious expression. "Fuck you, Theo!"

"If you'd like to, I won't say no. I mean I must say you look divine."

She tries to pull away, but his arm is like a vice around her waist. She's about to headbutt him when he flies back from her clutching his nose. "WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?" he hollers.

"I thought we came to an understanding Raeken," Stiles snarls and stalks over to the other boy. "Seems you forgot. I mean I'm not shocked. Your brain is smaller than a pea. I don't think you even have two cells to rub together. We all know that you and Jackson would be flunking if Lydia wasn't doing your homework for you. I wonder how you'll survive college. I mean that is if you get to go. I heard someone informed the principal of Lydia doing homework for you both, so I don't expect you'll get to go to college. Not to mention the drugs you've been selling. They'll probably expel you. Seems fitting in my opinion. You're just as toxic as the drugs you sell, if not more so."

Theo glares at Stiles as he takes a step towards him. "You're just a jealous motherfucker cause I had her first."

Stiles makes a fist and then relaxes it as he smirks. "She's not an object you can have and you're wrong by the way. I've been hers since we were in diapers. So, fuck off and good luck trying to get out of this one."

Cora's heart races at her best friend's words. 'I've been hers since we were in diapers.' She doesn't wait around to watch Theo get escorted out along with Lydia and Jackson. Instead, she drags Stiles outside and wraps her arms around his neck. "I love you," she whispers.

His smile is brighter than the sun. "I love you more."

She leans in their breaths mingling as their foreheads rest together. "I love you most."

They have both grown up hearing Mrs. Stilinski say that to her son and her husband. It felt right to say it to each other now.

He searches her face and when she nods her consent, he kisses her. Warmth floods their bodies as fire pulses through their veins. Nothing exists or has any meaning outside of each other and the feeling of their lips dragging hotly together over and over again.

They get into the backseat of the Camaro and shuck their outer layers. Stiles's jacket gets tossed in the front seat and Cora's shawl joins it as he cups her face when their tongues start dancing together. Fuck that tongue ring feels so good in her mouth.

The passion ramps up as he grows hard, and she moans when he bites her lip and tugs gently. They're both panting heavily when they pull apart. Their grins are so wide their cheeks hurt as their cheeks flush darker red.

"Do you want to–"

"Are we going too–"

"You first," they say simultaneously and then end up laughing.

Cora clears her throat as Stiles speaks. "We don't have to do anything else."

She chews her lip. "But if I wanted to, would you want to?"

Stiles quirks a brow. "It depends on what you want to do. I think your brother might murder me if we make a mess in his car."

"Well..." she trails off and gives him a seductive smile as she looks up at him from under her eyelashes. "I was thinking of these." She takes his fingers and puts one into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks on his middle finger. Then she switches to his index finger and finally his ring finger. Each one gets a turn and then two and then all three.

His pupils dilate as he watches her with rapt attention, and he moans at the feeling. "O-Oh fuck!"

She giggles and pulls her mouth off his fingers loving how his pants are tenting and he looks all flushed. "I have pictured these fingers so many times and I would feel so guilty afterwards," she admits shyly.

Stiles gulps and leans forward gently tracing his other hand up her thigh. "What did you picture?"

Cora guides his hand under her dress and to her now dripping core keeping their gazes locked. "I pictured them inside me, curling just right and making me come undone so completely I couldn't think of anything but your name." His fingers brush her thong, and she shivers.

"I can do that. I-I want to do that. Let me? Please."

With a nod she captures his lips again as he sinks one finger into her easily and with how wet she is he slips in a second finger right away. The windows begin to fog over as the pressure builds in her abdomen and they pant open mouthed.

"St-Stiles!" she cries out. "I'm go-gonna–AH!!" she screams in pleasure, throwing her head back as she cums around his fingers.

He works her through the aftershocks and then slowly pulls his hand out, careful not to get anything on her dress. He slips his fingers into his mouth as he reaches into his pants to stroke himself to the taste. Just as he's about to cum, Cora's lips seal around his cock and he chokes back a stuttered groan. She swallows every drop. "Fucking hell, Cora Hale."

They take a few minutes to get their breathing back under control and then right their clothing. They drive to the Hale house to return the Camaro and then head inside to change out of their outfits.

Cora pulls on the boxers and hoodie belonging to Stiles and then heads to the kitchen to make them something to eat.

Stiles comes downstairs in sweatpants and a tank top. He finds her in the kitchen and grabs out two Gatorades–one blue and one orange–and takes them into the living room. He cues up their favorite children's movie–Fox and the Hound–and grabs the quilt his Babcia made for them.

Not even ten minutes later they are curled up on the couch together. Stiles is laying on his back with his head on a pillow on the arm rest with Cora's head on his chest, her body between his legs and the blanket over them. She blushes as he hand feeds her the fruit and they settle in to watch the movie.

It truly has been the best night of Cora's life. She has a boyfriend who is her best friend and she's happy. Plus, seeing him put Theo in his place was hot.

She looks up at him, his face slightly shadowed as his gaze is fixed on the movie. He's beautiful and he's hers. "I love you," she whispers.

He glances down at her and smiles fondly, his eyes full of love and affection. "I love you more."

"I love you most," she says as she leans up slightly to bring their lips together.

Neither of them hears the door shut quietly but later when Cora checks her phone, she'll see a text from her brother.

[From Derek] The only reason I'm not tearing your throats out with my teeth is because I know how much tonight means to you both and I'm happy you finally got together but don't you ever fuck in my car ever again!

[whoneedsname501]

Help please!!!

I swear there used to be alot more fanfics, in alot more fandoms. Or are the fic hiding from me? Now it is really hard to find something good and when you find something its usually smut. Give me fluff, and cute stuff. Or are just everybody so horny???

Please I need a good recomends for my favorite men. Just as:

TMR Newt

Benny Watts

Whitey Winn

Draco Malfoy

Stiles Stilinski

Tommy Shelby

Poe Dameron

Jack Dawkins (I know he is new but I need something good)

Obi-wan Kenobi

Hawkeye Pierce (MASH)

Hawkeye (MCU)

Javier Peña

Edmund Pevensie

And alot more....

I need FLUFF with them!!! Or at least angst that ends with fluff. Or at very least smut with a lot of fluff and plot. Yes I am the one person that reads smut for the plot :) Please!!!

[marie-sworld]

10 characters, 10 fandoms

Thank you @the-irish-girl for tagging me and giving me a reason to show some of my favourite characters haha 🫶🏻

Carol Danvers (MCU)

Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries)

Nick Nelson (Heartstopper)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Benedict Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

Anne Shirley Cuthbert (Anne With An E)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Belle (Beauty And The Beast)

Last but not least...

✨Rogelio✨ De La Vega (Jane The Virgin)

I'm tagging my best friend @kaeinherworld (obviously, no pressure if you don't want to do it 😘)

[daintylovers]

hey, dolls!! just a reminder that my inbox is open! pls send me any requests or just thoughts you might have! doesn't matter about what- I'm open to most things :)

i'm glad to be back <3

[marie-swriting]

EN Masterlist

❤️Romantic/💜Friendship/💙Siblings/💚Parents

Stranger Things Masterlist

Marvel Masterlist

Top Gun Maverick Masterlist

Teen Wolf

❤️I Wanted It To Mean Something - Kira Yukimura

❤️My Little Girl - Stiles Stilinski

❤️Trust You - Stiles Stilinski

The Vampire Diaries

❤️Never Again - Stefan Salvatore

❤️The Shoulder You Cry On - Katherine Pierce

❤️Lose This With You - Katherine Pierce

❤️Falling - Katherine Pierce

Supernatural

💚Yeah, I Understand - Dean Winchester

💙A Part Of The Family - Dean Winchester

Bridgerton

❤️I Still Miss You - Benedict Bridgerton

❤️The Only One For You - Benedict Bridgerton

❤️Choice - Benedict Bridgerton

❤️I Really Care About You - Anthony Bridgerton

Criminal Minds

❤️New Milestone - Emily Prentiss

❤️After All These Years - Emily Prentiss

❤️Baking Therapy - Emily Prentiss

❤️Everything Will Be Okay - Emily Prentiss [1/2]

❤️Everything Will Be Okay | Let's Go Home - Emily Prentiss [2/2]

❤️For The Very First Time - Emily Prentiss

❤️Beautiful - Derek Morgan (⚠️Please check the trigger warnings before reading!)

The Maze Runner

💜We're Gonna Get Outta Here - Thomas

The Internship

❤️Last Time - Stuart Twombly

Celebrities

❤️More Than A Friendship - Shawn Mendes

❤️The Memories Of Our Relationship - Shawn Mendes

❤️Close To Me - Dove Cameron

❤️And It Lasted - Dylan O'Brien

Drabble Masterlist

Album One Shot Masterlist

FR Masterlist

[jessmalia]

FILM/TV CHARACTERS I SEE MYSELF IN PART 5: 

Max Mayfield (Stranger Things)

The Doctor (Doctor Who)

Gina Linetti (Brooklyn Nine-Nine)

Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)

Donna Noble (Doctor Who)

Brittney Pierce (Glee)

North (Rise of the Guardians)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

[aloneatpeace]

Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 6

you walk into store and there was jeeps  standing beside is some mens you haven't seen . the men's where well build and tall . when one you looking at him he wink at you before resuming their conversation.

you enter the store pulling out some chips and drinks when you try to open the freezer to get some ice cream it's stuck and you're already tired from the dinner.

" you need some help " someone say from behind and it's non another than Mr Argent " hey i saw you at the school "

you give him a smile praying he won't relise how tense you are " yeah I'm a friend with Alison . I saw you too "

"let me guess you're y/n " you node at him " ahha Alison talks about you said that you're good friend to her " he point towards freezer and you move out the way

he open the freezer with grunt " yeah she is good friend too " you said and  he move out the way letting you take whatever you want.

"what are you doing here at this late ? " he ask with a serious expression you stay silent for a minute he look at confused " I'm not invading your privacy" he said you can feel his concern was real and didn't have any ill intentions

you shake your head " I know what you mean Mr argent, murder and missing is happening " he node at you " me and my sister had dinner at friends house on way home I thought why not have some late night snack and here I am "

" yeah the police still don't know who doing it. I heard a girl was attacked last night" Chris and you walk towards the cashier he had a couple of beers cans and sodas

"yeah viki was her name, i was there something bite her but she is alright now " you answer . you can practically hear the gears running in his head trying to figure out the supernatural that causing the havoc in town

"you were there on spot? " he question with serious look on his face you node your head giving your items to cashier and paying the bills

" yeah she was found in the woods near and there was blood gushing out her neck and we helped her to get the hospital "

"that's disturbing " he state paying his bills.

" it's was, and i lost a nice pair of scarf trying to stop the blood " you and Chris walk out the store the men in jeep straighten up when they see Chris coming out.

" well you good home safe kid " he said as he hand the beer to the men that winked at you, he glance at you before leaving.

you node at him giving small smile " you too, good night mr argent " you walk away from them.

when you make it home bonnie was already made a fire and layed a blanket in the backyard.

" look what I have " you yell happily and sat beside her. you pass her ice cream she take it.

she let out a sign after talking a spoon full " I needed this "

" I agree we haven't done this in a while kinda missed it " you look up the sky it's clear starts shinning gorgeously.

" well you have been spending a lot a time with stiles and scott lately " she said with false accusation look but behind her playful eyes you can see she is truly a bit hurt and your chest tighten at feeling of making your sister sad.

"hey do you feel like I'm leaving you behind? " you ask honestly

she let out laugh " I'm just joking y/n " she glance back at the sky.

" all jokes aside bonnie if you really felt that I'm so sorry. I know I have been spend more time with them and not with you but bonnie if you ever need me Or if you want to talk about anything I'll be here for you . " you state soberly

bonnie has little tears in her eyes she pull you in to hug " you are tolerable when you are sweet other times you're pain in the ass " she pull away laughing

" I was serious bonnie not sweet " you said in your mom voice making bonnie laugh again

"You wanna have sleepover at dads house " Bonnie ask slowly it's sore subject for both you.

" You know nothing ever good come out of it he hates me " Your voice was small and soft

" Hey he doesn't hate you "

"I'm alright with it. I never wanted him to love me I know I'm not his real daughter and he isn't expected to take that place for me he isn't obligated to " But you know you wish he did.

"Y/n I'm sorry " Bonnie take a hold of your hand.

You let out small laugh " There is nothing to sorry for.  you have to have a same blood to be a family . You taught me that remember "

Bonnie smile at you with proud look on her face muttering a small yeah.

" And i have this town sheriff and our hospital nurse to fuss over me and two ducklings is just a bounce "

" Yeh and I'm glad that you do " It's was true she was very grateful for them to have your back and you too.

you and bonnie lay down gazing at the sky sharing stories and snacks "look that one so bright it's look like it's coming towards us " bonnie pointing at the one bright star and does look like it's coming towards you. bonnie leave when it's starts to get cold. " don't stay up longer get sleep okay " she said as she stand up taking the tubs of ice cream and snacks with her

" yeah I will " you close your eyes shutting out everything at most peace and you let yourself fall in it.

Unknown to you a pair of eyes watch you in under the clock of night .the predatory gaze fixed on the beating of your heart and relaxed breath.

In the morning stiles and scott tell you come by derek house and you did not expect to see derek in handcuffs .

" y/n we found half of body.! " stiles exclaim running to you with scott behind him.

" what??? why didn't you wait for me " you scolded them .

" I literally tried to kill you last night so we thought let sleep peacefully today " scott whisper still guilty about what happened.

at scotts defected face you couldn't be angry at him. "it's fine next time call me alright"

" yeah and guess what she werewolf too and there was wolfbanse with the bodie " stiles show you flower

when scott sits in the jeep you and stiles move to police care were derek was in

derek glare at the two of you " what???you are scaring us?, you have the bodie why do you have the bodie? " you ask him.

stiles chime in " okey just so you know we are not scared of you " derek bare his teeth at you stiles flitch back you tilt your head at derek " okey maybe I just am but it doesn't matter. you killed the girl and she is werewolf too but different is that why kill you her? "

derek face was conflicted as look between you " why are you so worried about me when it's your friend that going to be a problem. when he shift on the filed do you think they are going to cheer him y/n?? you can't help him without me " derek gaze was dull as he look at you.

stiles was pulled out of car . you turn to derek " did you really kill her? " you plead

"no I didn't. trust me y/n " derek was certain making you look at for minute before you get out the car.

noah and stiles was talking more like stiles exhausting noah.

" I'm just trying to help!" stiles said you walk towards them and stand next to him

Noah sign when he see you " Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came upon this?"

Stiles, realizing he's in trouble, starts to evasively talk himself out of it

" We were looking for Scott's inhaler..." stiles glance at you and you node at Noah

Noah impatiently question "  Which he dropped when?"

" The other night..." stiles said

"  The other night... when you were out here, looking for the first half of the body?"

nodding stiles say " Yes."

"The night that you told me you were alone and Scott was at home?"

" Yes."

your eyes widen " wait " and Stiles and share panicked look

Stiles cringes when he realizes he just outed himself and Scott and tries to backtrack

"No."

Stilinski gives Stiles a hard look, and Stiles realizes he's been caught and sighs

" Oh, crap..."

Stilinski, sounding exhausted and out of patience, stares at Stiles intensely "  So, you lied to me."

" That depends on how you define "lying..." you look at Stiles with disappointment

" Well, I define it as "not telling the truth." How do you define it?" Noah as

"Um... reclining your body in a horizontposition?"

Stiles gestures with his hands to emphasize his point, and Stilinski, annoyed and irritated, finally just dismisses him

" Get the hell out of here."  Noah Eager to get out of this tense conversation, Stiles wastes no time doing exactly as he's told for once]

" Absolutely." stiles and you start to walk

"not you y/n stay " Noah said you stop walking stiles too

" what????why ? "stiles ask his dad

Noah close his eyes for moment truly exhausted at stiles you turn to stiles " go wait for me " you said to him stiles shake his head you harden your gaze at him " now stiles " he reluctantly leave .

Noah let out sigh you cross your arms looking down at guilty " I know what you're going to ask and yes I was with them "

you glance at him praying he won't be mad at you . Noah wasn't just your  best friends dad he been your like a father to you more than your father ever did. he was there when won race clapping along side with Melissa and with your boys.and him being disappointed in you hurts

"y/n you know what's happening here two dead bodies is found by lake . you can't just walk around night we can't even find who is behind it all " Noah tell you softly he knew you would be harsh on your self if he said he is disappointed in your actions. " just promise you would be careful keep them in line seems like only you could do that " Noah let out tried laugh

you smile at " yes sir " . you glance last time at derek and he was looking at you as well. you node your head before walking to stiles

you , Scott and stiles go the woods were no one knows because you need some privacy to talk and with vampire and hunters running around you could never know who is listening to you. 

" everyone is fine no one saw you changing " you inform them after ending the call with her.

Scott frown " everyone expect derek he saw and it and threatened me to control myself before I kill anyone "

"classic derek " stiles said. you all sit down the ground in circle.

"yeah and my girlfriends hunter who clearly hunting for me a monster and i don't think I will never be normal again " Scott frown. you and stiles glance at each other with understanding scotts struggle.

you take scotts hand in yours " look they are not looking for you there because you didn't kill any of that people and you're not monster Scott. just because you're a werewolf now that doesn't make you monster " you firmly state before taking your hand

" our real problem is the vampires in town " stiles add.

" yeah I told bonnie about " you confess Scott and stiles look at you like you are crazy.

" why would you do that? !!!" stiles yell

"because if I didn't she won't know what's happening around her. stiles she is friends with elena and these Salvatore brothers is obsessed with her. they likely to get bonnie killed if she doesn't know what's going on. tanner died and I'm pretty sure David eat him as dessert after dinner" you yell back and stiles raise his hands in surrender.

when you see Scott frown at you know what he is silently asking " no I didn't told her her about you it's your choice who you want to tell "

"I think in our current situation you being a wolf is helpful. " stiles said with gleefully wide eyes

Scott frown more and you tilt your head " how? " you both simultaneously.

"werewolf bite is Poision vampire it can cause hallucinations agony and eventually death so if you're they try to attack you you can save yourself " stiles give him a encouraged smile with tumbs up.

you smile at new Scott face brighten at this " yeah I can save us "

you let out giggle at his boyish smile  feeling content.

bonnie has been on edge since the morning you left her saying your friends called you. she is worried about you worried what you said is true even though you play around she knows you won't make joke about someone getting murdered and part of herself believe what you said but other part refuse to it.  after her talk with Caroline, she decided to call you.

you three were laying down peaceful when your phone ring you sit up when you see it's bonnies making them sit up too.

" hey you alright? " was first thing you say beside you stiles motion to put it in speaker which you does.

" hey i talked to caroline and she really not her self what you said might be true and i don't know what to do " bonnie voice is dismayed

Scott and stiles glance at each other before looking at you waiting for continue

" where is she now? "

"she going to the founder party remember and her date is damon . I don't know what to do "

you think for minute and look up to Scott with mischief smile on your face Scott shook his head at you knowing you're coming up with some dumb idea.

"  shit I forgot about that. do you have date though ? "

"nope "

" perfect wait for Scott to pick you up he'll be there "

" what...? "

"bye Bonnie".

" wait ... " you end the call.

Scott look horrified stiles fall back laughing so hard at him.

" why would you that?! " Scott wails

" because in three of us you are our best chance to keep eyes on bonnie Caroline and Elena "  you state in duh tone.

Scott frown even more " how ?wouldn't they know I'm werewolf ?"

" not unless you wolf out . just look out for them don't interfere " stiles answer

Scott still look unsure and you take his hands in yours " you don't have to do it if you don't want to I'll go with her you both could dig out anything that can help "

Scott shake his head looking at you " no you don't have to as you said im the best option and I'm not sending you with two murderous vampire party "

" hey i can handle my self " you give him a offended face even though it's warms your heart to know that he still care about you .

Stiles drop you at scotts so you could help him out get dressed up for the party. you pulled out nice black tuxedo with matching shirt scott come out his bathroom.

You give him the tux leaving the room for him to change.

" You can come in now " Scott call out you open the room to see him fiddle with cuffs of the tux his hair is unruly curls everywhere.

" No tie or anything? " He ask

"No . No tie you're fine just like that " You help Scott to fix his hair it's neat but not too neat .

You could feel the nervous rolling out off him " Hey how are you? " You ask him making him look at you confused with a frown on his face.

" What? "

You push him to sit on his bed and sit beside him " Scott you literally turned into a wolf against your will ,derek threating you being hunted my hunter for something you didn't do. I know we didn't really talk about it which is not okey we are expecting you be okey with what happened to you and here you are taking it all without backing down. I'm even pushing you do this " You have tears your eyes when fully understand how serious and traumatizing would from him to go through all this when you are all just teenager .

Scott smile at with tenderness and affection "well I haven't been good friend either. When you were getting chased by it. We never really talk about just move along with it "

You shake your head looking down picking the fabric of his comforter "it's not the same . You have to go through this every full moon and your aggression change could reveal who you're to everyone. " Scott grab your hands taking them in his

" Hey we both didn't want to get chased by it but it happened and about the control problem I think I got hang of it after the lock room... " He trail off did he imagine your eyes glow blue after that his anger and mind have been at constant peace he been able to control himself well

He glance at you with narrowed eyes

" what ?" You sniff silently he just shake his head dismissing his thoughts.he tuck the hair that on your face cradling your head  before putting his forehead on yours you wrap your hand on his neck

You both sigh unaware of the blue mist that covering you both as if it's protecting both of you from a hidden threat .

" We wil be alright" Scott said

bonnie was ready to go to the party when the door bell ring. when she open the door a nervous looking Scott standing wearing a black tuxedo . he give her a small smile .

bonnie sigh " she wasn't kidding"

"no she was not " Scott add wordless bonnie and Scott move to her car and they drove to the party .

the drive painful silent as he used to you and stiles bickering.

bonnie look at from the Conner of her eyes ." i assume you also know about the...."

" vampires ..yes " Scott complete her sentence as he saw her hesitation.

"yeah... and you believe her ?" bonnie questions him.

Scott raise eyebrow at her " Don't you believe her ?"

she glare at him " ofcourse i believe her she is my sister...it's just unreal it's not Twilight movie for Christ sake ."

only if you know me Scott mumbled under his breath but bonnie was too into her thoughts to her .

" don't you think what's happening her a bit too strange and y/n told as about your visions and what your grams saying about you being witch "

"that could be coincidence Scott ?" bonnie said taking a turn still looking nervous enough making Scott sigh helplessly at her unwilling to accept the fact but he can't blame her . if someone came and told him that he would be turning into literal wolf he would laugh and walk away .

then again Scott is not ready to tell her about his condition not knowing how she would react .

Scott pat her on the shoulder " it's okey we'll figure it out our main focus to make sure Caroline is okey and you both to be safe "

bonnie look at him with suspiciously " you and Stiles never been friends with neither me or Caroline so why bother "  even it came out as rude both Scott and bonnie know she is asking purely out of curiosity.

"hey i don't really talk to you because you scare me some times and I do care about you because you're good person and my bestfriends sister " Scott answer

bonnie give him a teasing smile " i scare you ?" .

Scott shift in his seat before whispering" yeah .." 

bonnie laugh at him finding it funny that your friend is scared of her soon Scott smile with her to the tension on the car fading away .

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Part 1: Her Broken Heart

Teen Wolf : Multishot

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count: 10.1k

Warnings: series rewrite, start of season 1 {aka 2011}, slow burn, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, eventual pining, eventual NSFW, usual teen wolf levels of violence and gore, heart conditions, health problems, lightheadedness, fainting

Request: This just came from my own head 😊

A/N: Just a note that the reader will be in the dark for a while, meaning that lots of episodes/scenes will be skipped. Also, the heart conditions/problems the reader has comes solely from extensive research and isn't meant to be completely accurate - I did my best.

Part 1: Her Broken Heart {You Are Here}

Part 2: A Lacrosse Boyfriend

Part 3: Blue Handprints

Part 4: Ollie's Catnip

You walk purposefully to your last class of the day, holding onto the straps of your backpack like your life depended on it. New school. Old town.

It was just so noisy.

The squeak of your sneakers was drowned by the bustle of the dozens of highschoolers weaving through the hallways. Side conversations rose in volume, laughter was piercing, lockers slammed metallically, and the morning bell rang with a sharp noise.

You avoid rubbing shoulders with your peers, but inevitably a lacrosse player rams into your side while chasing a ball. You put a hand protectively to your chest, a glimmer of pain dancing across your ribs.

Breathe, you remind yourself. Just breathe.

Walking into English, you eye the rapidly filling seats. You recognize most faces even if they don’t recognize yours. A few skittish steps forward and you spot the dark silhouette of Scott McCall.

The uneven beating of your heart seems to lessen at someone you could at least talk to amicably. He appears to feel the same as he finds your gaze and smiles crookedly.

“Hey, (Y/N),” he whispers encouragingly. “It’s nice to see you finally at school.”

You smile back, “Thanks, it’s good to be out and about.” You pick the desk beside him, closest to the window. “There’s a lot of people here.”

Scott laughs, “What did you expect?”

“Less than this,” you say, thumbing the syllabus in front of you. “I thought Beacon Hills was a small city.”

You hear a cough directly behind you, fingers drumming against the metal desk surface. You flit your gaze to Scott, but he merely rolls his eyes.

“(Y/N), this is Stiles. Stiles… meet (Y/N).”

You turn in your seat to see a closely shaved head, wrinkled hoodie, and widening brown eyes.

“Uh… hi,” he says.

You swallow hard, “Hello.” Your brow furrows, “You’re Scott’s best friend.”

Stiles nods, playing with his fingers, “Yeah, for years. And you are…?”

“Another friend,” Scott interjects, “Friend of the family.”

You feel warmth as Stiles leans forward in his seat, “A friend that I’ve never heard about?”

That made your stomach clench. Of course you didn’t have many close friends, more acquaintances than anything else, but it still scared you to think you’d be judged on that fact.

“We don’t talk much,” you say quietly, turning back around.

Scott had what you hoped wasn’t a pitying look in his eye when he got distracted by neighbors ruffling through papers; then to a pencil dropping; then to a charm bracelet clanking against a desk. With each new noise his head was whipping about.

You tried to read the first page of your syllabus when a gentle tap on your shoulder startles you. You contained the jump in your heart as you turned towards Stiles.

He spoke with a soft but urgent voice, “Are you new to the town?”

“No,” you answer shortly.

“Then how come I’ve never seen you at school before?”

“I was homeschooled until this year.” The anxious fist in your stomach continues to clench further. “I’ve lived here almost all my life.”

He continues to lean forward as the teacher rose to address the class. “How do you know Scott?”

“Our parents are friends.”

“How come he’s never mentioned you before?”

You give a breathy laugh, “Do you always interrogate newcomers or is this just your usual charm?”

He finally leans back in his seat, “I like a good mystery.”

Your smiling reply makes the corner of Stiles’ mouth quirk upward, just as the teacher declares:

“Stiles, are we really going to end the day with a detention?”

Stiles looks up, frowning, “No, sir – just welcoming a new face.”

“Yes, Miss. Westbrook. I’d suggest surrounding yourself with different company. We don’t want a tainted reputation now, would we?”

Scott put a hand to his mouth, stifling a laugh as Stiles lifted his arms in silent outrage. You are stunned but feel a giggle rise in your chest.

The teacher continues, “As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night.”

The laughter in your chest dies in a cough as you replay the teachers unfeeling words in your mind.

“And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester.”

There was a collective groan, but you had already started dating the semesters projects in your academic calendar. The different books you’d be reading were some of your favorite classics: The Scarlet Pimpernel, Jane Eyre, The Count of Monte Cristo, and Sense and Sensibility.

You could already see the outline for your midterm paper on the differences between loving with sense and loving with sensibility.

Then the classroom door opened, and a pretty girl walked in with someone from the office.

“Class, this is our new student Allison Argent.”

You silently thanked the heavens that you weren’t introduced like that to the entire sophomore class. But the introduction intrigued you. Perhaps you could befriend this new student as you were somewhat new yourself.

You met her quickly by her locker after class.

“Hello,” you say in your gentle voice, “I’m (Y/N). I’m new to the school too.”

“Oh, thank god,” Allison says, “Just when I thought I’d never survive the first day.”

You grin, “New kids on the block need to stick together. How are you feeling about the move?”

“I’m used to it,” she says, leaning against the wall of lockers, “What about you?”

“Oh, I’m not new to the city, just the school. I was homeschooled before this. Jumping into the school year in January isn’t preferable, but it’s better than listening to your mom lecture about the Pythagorean theorem while doing the dishes.”

Allison laughs just as another girl walks over to introduce herself and her boyfriend. This new face, Lydia Martin, was clearly a commanding personality. And you quickly quiet yourself as she speaks to Allison.

“So, this weekend, there’s a party.”

“A party?” Allison says, taking a step closer to you.

The boyfriend, Jackson, adds, “Yeah, Friday night. You should come.”

Allison clearly didn’t want to go, judging by how she closed herself off and turned towards you. She fumbles for something to say as you note how the two popular kids never acknowledged your presence.

“Actually, we’ve already made plans for Friday night,” you say quickly, the beating of your heart increasing as Lydia made eye contact with you. “I’m helping her finish setting up her room.”

“Who are you?” Lydia asks, surveying you with her wide eyes.

Allison interjects, “This is (Y/N), she’s new to the school too.”

Lydia seems satisfied in her findings, “Pretty.” She pulls on both of your sleeves, “Let’s go to lacrosse practice.”

You panic, “Oh, no – I actually need to head to the library. The first day came with a lot of homework.” You curse the lines of judgment creasing Lydia’s brow. “I’m sorry, I need to catch up.”

“You need to pick, sweetheart. Beauty or brains. You can’t have both in this school.”

You believe that to be blatantly untrue, but you apologize again as Allison gets dragged off. You sigh, steadying your heartbeats. Your mother will be coming soon to pick you up anyway.

~~~

It was another long evening shift at the hospital working in the clinic. You assisted with logging patients in, taking their medical histories, noting their blood pressure, and administering medications.

You were currently disposing of some items in the sharps container when Nurse McCall came around with a dirty gown and gloves.

“(Y/N)!” she says cheerfully, “How are you?”

You smile, washing your hands in the nearby sink, “Tired, but that’s not unusual.”

She gave you a motherly look, eyeing you like the nurse she was. “How’s your breathing? Have you gotten lightheaded tonight?”

“Nope.” That was a lie. “I’ve been doing great. I worked through the line waiting in the clinic. Now I’ve just got to clean up before heading home.”

She raises her eyebrows, impressed. “I wish your work ethic came in a bottle. I’d give a dose to my son.”

“Oh, you should give Scott more credit. He’s working hard on the lacrosse team, I hear.”

“Have you two… has he been…”

You give a soft smile, “He’s been talking to me in class, yes. He’s been very kind to me.”

“Good,” that seems to relieve her. “I know you’re not the closest of friends but starting school in the middle of the year can’t be easy.”

“No,” you say with a sigh, “But I think I’ve made a few friends. Scott and Lydia and Allison…”

“So are you going to the party tomorrow night?”

You give a weak laugh, “I don’t think I’m made for parties, Melissa.”

“I mean,” she laughs too, “Scott is taking Allison to that party – I figured if you’re all friends now then…”

“Oh,” you compose yourself, “No, I’m not going.”

“Shame,” Melissa folds her arms, “I would’ve liked a trusted pair of eyes on my son. I tell you he’s gotten all squirrely since coming back from winter break.”

You shrug your shoulders, “I’ll check up on Allison to make sure she’s alright.”

Melissa leans over and rubs your arm, “You’ve been working like a madman since the summer. We’re all very impressed with you, (Y/N). But you have a habit of doing too much and telling us too little. You have to promise me you’ll be honest about how you’re feeling.”

You brush her off, “How many times have we had this conversation?” You take a step back, “I feel fine. The summer tuned me up. I feel I can do anything now.”

“I like the confidence,” Melissa says warmly, but she still held worry in her eyes. “I’m just looking out for you. I promised your mom.”

You grimace, “Has she been bombarding you much?”

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

The pair of you share a laugh, “I wish she’d stop worrying.”

“We all worry,” Melissa sighs, grabbing a new box of gloves for the nurses station. “That’s what happens when you have people that care about you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you walk around her, “I gotta go before my dad waits in the urgent care drop off too long.”

“Hey, about that…” Melissa calls after your retreating form. “I was thinking about your carpool situation and maybe you and Scott could drive together. You know – so you don’t have to rely on your parents as much.”

Anything to get more independence from your parents. “I didn’t think Scott had a car.”

“No, he doesn’t. He gets rides from his friend Stiles. Maybe you could join them?” She watches your expression grow anxious, “Or you could ask your new girl friends?”

“Yeah, right,” you snort, “Lydia and Allison live on the other side of town in those big important houses with the four-car garages.”

Melissa shrugs, “Then ask the boys. Stiles is a little… odd. But he’s a good kid.”

“Thanks, Melissa,” you give her a tired smile, “I’ll see you over the weekend.” You pull out your phone as you head to clock out.

Your connected watch reports to you the steady heartbeat you’ve had during the day – just two rapid spikes. Swiping away the health report, you text Allison and wait for her replies as you head towards your father’s car.

“So you’re actually going to the party?”

“What can I say… Scott asked me.”

You smirk, “I saw that coming a million miles away.”

“Sorry about our hangout though, I was going to tell you at school tomorrow.”

“It’s alright. I’ll just get started on the chemistry homework for next week.”

“You don’t want to come with us?”

You scoff, “And be a third wheel? No thank you.”

Your dad continues a conversation about your workday as he drove out of the hospital parking lot. “Any big cases come in?”

“No, nothing particularly stressful. Maybe one guy who was nervous around needles.”

“Good,” your dad says. “I’m proud of you sweetheart. And not a single fainting in five weeks.”

You lean your head against the window, suddenly glum, “Let’s hope it continues.”

~~~

Friday comes and you’re on the couch enjoying another read of Harry Potter. You were just getting to the confession scene in the Shrieking Shack when your mother came in with a cup of herbal tea.

“You seem a little quiet today,” she says, nestling into the opposite end of the couch.

“No more than usual,” you say, sipping the honey and herb concoction. “I usually spend Friday nights reading, mom.”

She nods, stirring her tea in thought, “Yes, usually. But in the last few months you’ve been branching out. Going to public school, getting a job at the hospital, making some new friends.”

“And while that’s all terribly exciting, I still enjoy a quiet evening with my books.”

“Of course,” your mother replies, “How have you been feeling?”

“Mom,” you groan, “I feel fine!”

She sat straighter, “You have had two dizzy spells this past week. It’s not a crime to ask how you’re doing.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, “I started school this week, I’m bound to be a little stressed about that, aren’t I? When I started my job at the hospital there were a few dizzy spells in the beginning, remember?”

“Yes, but you don’t tell us about them anymore. I have to pull up your watch readings to find out.”

“What’s the point? I can’t control them all. Sometimes they happen out of the blue.”

“Precisely,” she says louder, “Which is why it’s important to monitor them for your doctor’s appointments.”

You open your book in a huff, “Can we not talk about this anymore? It always puts the house in a mood.”

Your phone buzzes with a text from Allison. Your mother peers over your shoulder to see if it was a notification from your health app.

“Allison is getting a ride home from the party,” you whisper, texting a reply, “I wonder what happened with Scott.”

“Weren’t they on a date?” your mother asks, relaxed now that she knew the cause of your phone lighting up.

You shrug, “I thought so. I’m going to check on her. I’m sure she’ll want to vent.” You get up with your book and find your sneakers. “Could I have a sleepover?”

Your mother battled the rebuttal of keeping you at home – to coddle you with her security. “As long as you have your medication I don’t see why not.”

“I can drop her off on my way to the firehouse,” your father says, adorning his firefighter t-shirt and cargo pants. It would appear he had another overnight shift.

Fifteen minutes later you were outside the Argent residence, Allison waiting by the front door to welcome you with her frustrations.  

The home was tall with big, open rooms full of chandelier light. It was rich with mahogany browns and beamed ceilings. Allison was guiding you up the stairs after a quick introduction to her mother in the living room.

“I just don’t understand why he left me there,” she says with an edge, “I thought he liked me.”

“I think he does like you,” you say as you enter a beautifully decorated bedroom. “We have to remember he is a high school boy.”

Allison quirks a faint smile, “But to leave me at a strangers house… he has to know I’m new to the town. I don’t know anybody well enough to get some help! And I was not about to call my parents for a ride. That would’ve been reputation suicide.”

You clear your throat, recalling every instance your parents have carted you around, refusing to let you drive yourself. “Who gave you a ride anyway?”

“Someone named Derek Hale. He said he was a friend of Scott’s.”

You feel your uneven heartbeats pick up, “Derek Hale? He’s back in town?”

“Do you know him?”

“No, it’s just…” your mind wanders to old police reports your mother talked about and past newspapers on the dinner table. “There was a fire that burned up the Hale House years ago. Most of his family died in that fire. He hasn’t been seen for years.”

Allison crosses her arms, suddenly giving herself a kind of protective hug. “You mean, he isn’t a friend of Scott’s?”

“Not that I know of, but I’m as much of a new friend here as you are.”

“But Scott said you’re a friend of the family.”

“Yes, I do work with his mom at the hospital,” you fight to keep the Hale memories at the forefront of your mind. “But that doesn’t mean that I’ve hanged out with Scott much.”

Allison nods, still gripping her arms as creases of worry etch her face. “Why would Derek lie about being friends with Scott?”

“He didn’t try anything in the car, did he?”

“No!” she says quickly, “He was really kind, even held the door open for me. He just asked about my relationship with Scott.”

You could feel the beats in your chest stutter. They were loud in your ears, “What did you tell him?”

“Just that I met him this week. I got help from him at the veterinary clinic – I accidentally hit a dog – and he asked me to this party.”

You sit on her bed, afraid that your heart rate was increasing more, “Did Derek seem interested in just Scott?”

Allison thought about it for a few seconds before sitting in her desk chair, “Yeah, it was the only thing we talked about.”

“Which would make sense if that was the only thing you guys had in common.” You put a hand to your chest, hoping to steady yourself with some pressure. “But I still don’t think him and Scott have ever been close friends.”

“That’s slightly concerning,” she says with a shaky laugh.

You return it, trying to take a deep breath without making it too noticeable. “Other than the abrupt departure and unfortunate ride home… how are you and Scott?”

A genuine smile returns to Allison’s face, “He’s so sweet. You can just tell how nervous he is and it’s so cute. After being jumped by Lydia and her friends it was nice to meet someone more sincere.”

“Lydia can be a little overbearing,” you agree, checking your watch to see your heart rate drop to a more acceptable number. “And Scott really is a sweetheart. He can be a bit of a worrier, but I find those are the ones who care the most.”

Allison likes the calming reassurance until the sound of her mother’s voice pierced the air.

“Allison! It’s for you.”

The loudness prompts the two girls to their feet. Up on the walkway towards the staircase, the pair of you had a perfect view of the door… and the boy standing out in the cold.

“Stiles?” you say confusedly.

Allison’s mother left the door open as she returned to her spot in the living room. Stiles stood awkwardly under the porch light, “Uh… yeah, hi.”

“What’s going on?” you ask, leading the way down the stairs, “Is everything okay?”

“Is Scott okay?” Allison asks quickly, following you to the doorway.

Stiles rambled, hands on his hips, “Yeah! Yeah, Scott is fine.” His eyes lingered on you as he paused. You had an instant suspicion that he was lying. “He asked that I check up on Allison since he had to run out.”

“Well, I got home all right, no thanks to him,” she replied with a huff. “But he seemed off, like he was sick all of the sudden.”

Stiles took hold of the sudden excuse, “Yes! That’s what happened. Scott just got really sick out of nowhere, like really sick – like find me a bathroom right now kind of sick.”

You wrinkled your nose at his lack of a filter, “But you said he’s fine.”

“I mean, yeah now he’s fine,” Stiles said loudly, as if that would cover up his little slip. “He met with his mom at the hospital and she gave him some… treatment.”

Your pulse was picking up again at his obvious covering up, “You know what… I told Melissa I would stop by the hospital late tonight to get my new schedule. You just reminded me,” you smile easily, putting a hand to Allison’s arm. “Raincheck on that sleepover, I don’t want to keep Melissa up all night, especially if Scott isn’t feeling well.”

“Yeah, of course,” Allison said instantly, “And would you text me if you see Scott there?”

“Sure,” you smile, “Stiles?”

He looked to you with wide eyes, “Hm?”

“Could I get a ride?”

~~~

Stiles’ jeep was old and clanky, but in an endearing sort of way. You sat with your back more against the door than the seat, arms wrapped around yourself. Your heart hadn’t stopped beating rapidly. Any faster and you were worried about another attack.

“I’m sorry the heater doesn’t work,” Stiles said with a hint of embarrassment. He smacked the dashboard, “You look cold.”

“It’s alright,” you say quietly. You try to focus on the beats of your heart, willing them to calm down before you started to get lightheaded.

“You know what…” Stiles started to flail his arms around the wheel, trying to remove his suit jacket. He banged his head against the door before straightening out, “Here.”

You look at the outstretched jacket with endearment before quietly taking it, “Thank you.” You were much more graceful putting the jacket on, smiling at how Stiles mistook your concentration on your heart rate for being cold and uncomfortable.

“Now you need to tell me where Scott really is,” you say in your gentle tone.

Stiles suddenly gripped the steering wheel, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, Scott isn’t really at the hospital. And I know something is going on with Derek Hale because he lied to Allison. And I have a funny suspicion that you know more than you were telling us.”

There was a twitch in his fingers as Stiles thought about how much to reveal, “You’re right. Something’s wrong with Scott. I don’t know exactly what, but I think he ran off and got lost in the woods.”

“He didn’t give you any hint as to why he would do that?”

“He’s just been acting weird the last few days,” Stiles continued, driving slowly. “When I saw him leave tonight and Allison get picked up… I went after him. But he ran away.”

You wrap the suit jacket closely around you, giggling at how the wide shoulders stuck out on your own frame. It smelled wonderful.

“This calls for a search party.”

Stiles looked worried and frantic again, perhaps still hiding parts of the truth from you. “You don’t mind wandering the roads by the woods? I could still take you…”

“No, I want to help,” you say against your better judgement. Your heart rate still hadn’t gone down. “Let’s start on the north side closest to where the party was at.”

It was already past midnight by the time you started scouting the woods. You kept your eyes out the window, tightly bound in Stiles’ jacket. Your heart rate remained high, the lack of proper oxygen to your brain was starting to make you feel woozy.

Your mother was not going to be happy when she checked your watch monitor.

“Hey, you alright?” Stiles asked, “You need to sleep?”

You shook your head, wincing at the slow motion feeling it produced. “No, I can stay awake.”

“It’s not a problem, really. I can drop you off at home.”

“That’ll waste time when we could be searching.” You sit up straighter in an attempt to expand your lungs. “I just need to take a breath.”

Stiles kept looking towards you just as much as he was looking in the surrounding forests. “How close are you and Scott?”

“Not very,” you say, “I’ve met him a couple times with his mom. Our parents are closer than we are.”

“And you’ve lived here most of your life and yet I’ve never met you before.”

You smile, trying to anchor yourself in your surroundings. It was another attempt to control your heart rate.

The smell of Stiles’ jacket. The rough road beneath the tires. The stale, cold air of the jeep. The sound of Stiles’ investigative voice.

“I don’t get out much.”

He laughed, “Then why the sudden change?”

“I felt like it.”

“Woman of many words,” he smirked, “You said you knew Derek Hale lied to Allison. What do you know about the guy?”

You sigh, “Just a little about his past with the house fire. My mom was a part of the dispatch call that handled the case.”

“Wait, did you just say a dispatch call?” Stiles jumped in his seat, “As in, your mom is a police officer?”

“No,” you laugh at his quick movements, “She works at the front desk helping transfer calls between civilians and officers. She hasn’t been on the active force in many years.”

Stiles had a comical scrunch on his face as he thought for a few seconds, “Your mom is Angela Westbrook? Front desk Westbrook?”

You nod, a strange furrow in your brow, “And you know her because?”

“Because my dad is the town sheriff!”

“You’re a Stilinski?”

Stiles had a shock of energy zip through him, “Yes, a Stilinski! I can’t believe our parents work together.”

“Your dad has been to my house a few times,” you say, amazed at the connections. “I wonder why he never mentioned me.”

“I guess I knew Mrs. Westbrook had a daughter, I just didn’t realize we were the same age.”

The hours ticked by as the pair of you searched the woods by the road. You both thought you’d seen some flashlights and decided to avoid them. Stiles came up with the idea to search by foot away from the woods for a mile or so.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a spare flashlight in the back,” he unbuckled his seatbelt.

You sit straighter, “I mean, wasn’t there a dead body found out there earlier this week?”

“The police are handling it.” He steps out of the car to grab his flashlight.

You stay where you are, uncomfortable with the idea of standing up when your heart rate was so close to an attack. You were lightheaded enough that the rush of standing would not bode well.

Stiles came around the other side with an exaggerated expression on his face as he opened your car door. “Forgotten how to use the handle?”

“No, I’m just…” you tug on the jacket sleeves. “I’m a little lightheaded to be honest.”

“What do you mean?” his face fell into concern immediately, “Is something wrong?”

You smile shakily, “Not at all,” you lie through your teeth. “Just be prepared to catch me if I fall.”

Stiles seemed to take that with the most seriousness as he backed up and held out a hand, “I got you.”

You struggle to breathe as you clamber out of the vehicle. You hold tightly to Stiles’ outstretched hand and wait for the inevitable feeling of the blood rushing to your legs. Your head felt empty, and stars started to twinkle in front of your eyes.

Stiles held onto your hand and put an arm around your shoulders as you swayed, “Woah, you weren’t kidding. You alright?”

After a few seconds leaning into him, squeezing his fingers with light pressure, your breaths started to come easier. Your head became clearer.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks.” You let go of him, checking your watch to see that your heart rate decreased to an acceptable amount.

Stiles backed away quickly, rubbing his hands awkwardly down his pants. He was hesitant to look at you when he replied, “No problem. Does that happen a lot?”

“Oh, you know…” you start venturing towards the tree line, “People get head rushes when they sit too long all the time.”

“Right,” Stiles said faintly, jogging to catch up to you. He clicked on the flashlight and aimed it towards the trees. It was dark and misty and cold. The pair of you kept hearing rustlings between the tree roots and bumping into each other.

You could have sworn you heard howls and growls, but it must’ve been the wind.

“Can I ask why you weren’t at the party?”

“You can, but the answer is boring.” You cross your arms, the too long sleeves engulfing your hands. “I don’t go to parties.”

“Because?”

“Because they make me lightheaded,” you say with a smile.

Stiles tried to pick that apart, but smiled, nonetheless. “You know the more I try to get to know you, the more confusing you become.”

“I thought you liked a good mystery.”

“I do,” Stiles confirmed, shining his flashlight up through tree branches, “I don’t like not knowing things.”

“Sorry, I’m a pretty tightly sealed book,” you shrug, “I can be very evasive.”

“And I can be very persuasive,” Stiles mocked, using a silly voice.

You bump into him again, sort of on purpose and less because you tumbled on a stray twig. “You already know plenty about me.”

“Let’s check the list, shall we?” he chuckled, “You were homeschooled. Your mom works at the station. You suffer from frequent lightheadedness. You don’t get out of the house much. And you’re already a part of the pretty girls club.”

“Excuse me?” you laugh, “The pretty girls club?”

Stiles kicked at the leaves, “Yeah, you know Lydia, Allison… you.”

“Stiles Stilinski, did you just call me pretty?”

He comically puffed out his chest, “In a roundabout way, yes I did.”

You chortle, “See you know a lot about me already. We’ve only known each other three days.”

“You’ll find I can be very determined, (Y/N),” Stiles sighed, “I’ll figure you out soon enough.”

They continued their way through the woods until they came back to the car. It did not go unnoticed that Stiles went to help you open the door and climb into the tall vehicle.

The morning light was starting to peek over the horizon by the time they got back to the roads. The pair of them were starting to grow more worried by the minute. It wasn’t a friendly search party anymore.

“I hope he’s okay,” you say quietly.

Stiles looked your way before resting his hand against the stick shift between you. “We’ll find him. Or he’ll text me as soon as he gets to a phone.”

You lean towards the dashboard, “I guess we’ll find him first.”

Walking along the side of the road, pants covered in dirt and his shirt missing, was Scott. He looked ruffled.

“What happened to him?” Stiles murmured as he pulled over.

“What happened to his shirt?” you say just as quietly. Stiles shot you a look as you strip yourself of his suit jacket.

Scott came to the door and looked shocked to see you handing over the coat. “(Y/N)?”

“Scott,” you say with a smile, “Get in.”

You scoot over to be in the middle. Stiles immediately yanked his arm away as your thigh got in the way of how he was resting his hand on the stick shift. You rubbed shoulders again as Scott got comfortable.

“Long night?” you ask.

Scott rubs at his eyes, banging his head against the window, “You have no idea.” He suddenly turns to you, pressing into your side, “How is Allison?”

“She’s fine,” you say, “I’m a little more worried about you.”

“You know what actually worries me the most?” he grumbles.

Stiles licks his lips, “If you say Allison, I’m gonna punch you in the head.”

“She probably hates me now,” Scott frowns, turning to you with regretful eyes.

You take pity on him, rubbing his shoulder, “She’s upset with you, but she doesn’t hate you.”

“But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology,” Stiles says candidly.

Scott groans, leaning against the headrest. You sit scrunched between them, almost scared to lean into either one. “I hear you were really sick last night. Though I don’t see how that explains your lack of clothing.”

“Night sweats,” Scott mumbles, “When I couldn’t sleep through it at home I decided to take a walk through the woods.”

“That’s a long walk,” you say, “Don’t worry, I’ll put a good word in for you with Allison.”

“Would you?” Scott says, looking at you like you were the answer to all of his prayers. “Could you make sure she knows how sorry I am?”

You pull out your phone to send that update text you promised her. “As long as you apologize in person too, I don’t see why not.”

“You’re an angel, (Y/N), thank you.” He bows his shaggy head to your shoulder before pouting against the headrest again.

“Could you drop me off a few blocks from my house? My parents think I’m sleeping over at Allison’s.”

Stiles nods, “Protective parents?”

“A little,” you smile.

“I’ll add that to the list,” he smirks. “I’ll have to open a full case file on you now.”

“That’ll be a dead end.”

Scott opens his eyes to peer at the pair of you, “Sounds like you two had as long of a night as I have.”

You yawn, “Stilinski here is trying to play high school detective. He’s on a role trying to figure out my criminal past.”

“Criminal you say,” Stiles drums his fingers against the steering wheel. “That’ll mean I need a corkboard and some red thread too.”

“What have you found out so far?” Scott muses, somewhat enjoying the change of subject.

“Not much.” Then Stiles points a finger at his best friend, “But you’ve known her longer than me – fess up. What do you know?”

Scott holds back a smile, “Did you figure out her mom works at your dads station?” After a swift nod he continues, “And that her dad is a firefighter?”

“Really?” Stiles says dramatically, “Any siblings?”

“Only child,” Scott continues, rubbing the tired from his eyes, “And she loves to read. Every time I saw her, she was always reading something.”

Stiles had a look of triumph on his face, as if it were a breakthrough in the case, “What book you reading right now?”

“Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.” You point the directions to your street, “I’m at the end when Lupin turns into a werewolf.”

“A what?” Scott says, shooting forward.

The friendly banter between you and Stiles suddenly shifts into surprise, “A werewolf. Haven’t you seen the movies?”

“Right,” he swallows hard, “It’s been a while.”

Stiles licks his lips again, “It’s ironic because last night was the full moon.”

“Oh, was it?” you hum, “That’s funny.”

~~~

You sleep off most of the weekend, having a lecture from your parents about the heart rate spike on Friday. You told them a night of rom coms and silly boy stories with Allison got you excited – that it was all fun and games.

You didn’t tell them you almost fainted because of it.

The next week was more enjoyable than the last. You excelled in your classes and spent your lunch periods reading in the library – you were already halfway through Sense and Sensibility for your midterm report.

Chemistry, History, and English were your favorite, most likely because your new friends were in those classes. Scott had become infatuated with Allison, especially after she had given him a second chance. Lydia was scheming something over her boyfriend being the captain of the lacrosse team. And Stiles was quickly becoming your highlight of each day.

He’d sit beside you during class and ask a personal question. “At least one a day,” he wagered, “I can ask at least one a day and get an answer.”

“As long as I reserve rights to refuse to answer any question.”

“I’m going to add those refusals to your case file.”

You’d roll your eyes, “Whatever you say, Stilinski.”

You were proud of the fact you hadn’t had another heart rate scare since the week before, meaning your body was adapting to the new stressful environment at school. That didn’t stop Stiles from insinuating you were going to have a lightheaded moment whenever you rose from your seat.

You never noticed how he prepared himself to grab you whenever you’d been sitting too long.

Chemistry had come around later in the week, you having arrived early to prepare the days experiment. Goggles adorning your face, you lit the Bunsen burner and tightened a flask of a chemical liquid above it.

Stiles skid over, sliding on his sneakers, “Hey, partner.” He threw his bag down and took the goggles you hand to him. He snaps them onto his face with a sharp, “ow.”

“I’ve started filling out the notes,” you say, observing how the liquid was starting to bubble with heat. “Why are you late?”

“I’m not late, you’re just early.” He sits on the stool beside you, resting his crossed arms on the tabletop. “Where were you at lunch today?”

You put a thermometer in the liquid, waiting for the right temperature, “In the library.”

“Is that where you always eat lunch?”

“You can’t eat food in the library, Stilinski.”

Stiles rubs at his nose fidgetily, “Scott and I were looking for you today.”

You pause, warmth filling your chest as you pour granules into the bubbling vial. “Sorry, I was reading for my book report.”

“(Y/N), book reports aren’t due for weeks.”

“Might as well get it done so we don’t have to worry about it,” you hum, writing down observations about the chemical reaction.

Stiles slumps a little, “Well, we missed you.”

“Scott just wants to gossip about what Allison thinks of him.”

“And what’s my excuse?”

You turn off the burner and remove the vial with tongs, “You’re trying to question me to continue your investigation.”

He sighs out a smile, “You’re right, of course. I haven’t asked you my question of the day yet.”

“I suppose I have no choice but to answer one,” you sigh with a smile on your face. “What do you have for me today?”

He was playing with his fingers when he asks, “Why do you spend lunch in the library rather than in the lunchroom with everyone else?”

You think about your answer carefully as you put away your supplies and let the vial cool down. “I don’t like being around a lot of people.”

“Why?” he presses.

You grab his goggles and snap them against his face, “Because it makes me lightheaded.”

He yelps and sways on his stool, “I’m beginning to think ‘lightheaded’ is code for something else.” He yanks the goggles from his face, and you snort at the deep lines they left around his eyes.

“Hey, there’s a science project that we need partners for,” you say as a way to change the subject. “Do you want to do it together?”

“(Y/N), we don’t have to do that project until the end of the semester.” He smiles at your antics of avoiding his questioning.

You shrug, “I like getting things done.”

He takes a deep breath, “Alright, at least I know I won’t fail the class if you’re helping me with the final project.”

After class the pair of you separate for final period, you heading to a different floor and running into someone at the bottom of the staircase. Someone tall and dark with light eyes.

That someone you recognize as Derek Hale.

You freeze on the last few steps, holding onto your backpack and feeling your heart beat unevenly again.

“You’re Derek.”

His face was cool and solemn, “What do you know about Scott McCall?”

“Why should I tell you?” Your arms erupt in goosebumps.

He steps closer, “Because I’m trying to help him. He needs to get it through his skull that I am not the enemy here. I need your influence in this.”

You hold back a scoff, fear overtaking that, “What business do you have with helping Scott?”

“Do you not know?” his eyes suddenly darken, “I thought you were one of his friends.”

“I am his friend,” you reply, “And I know people are suspicious of you.” A seed of doubt creeps up your spine, “I don’t like that a shady adult is creeping around the halls of a high school looking to make connections with students.”

He growls, actually growls much to your surprise. “I need you to tell Scott that I am here to help. I am innocent in whatever he thinks I’ve done.”

“What does he think you’ve done?” you ask quickly as Derek backs off.

“I can hear your uneven heart,” he says, turning around, “You should calm yourself.”

You put a hand to your chest, mouth agape at his retreating form. How the hell can he hear your heartbeat? A thrum of fear ripples through you as you run for your last class. You check the monitor on your watch until your heart rate was controlled before entering.

You didn’t see any of your friends until the next day. You were reading in the library over lunch again, finishing Sense and Sensibility and planning your report. You keep getting distracted by the whole situation with Derek and Scott.

What had the adult meant by befriending Scott? Why were you approached? What secret does Scott have that you didn’t know about?

You squeal as someone launches themselves over the library couch and sits beside you. Your cushion bounces as your heart leapt.

“Stiles!” you cry, “Don’t startle me like that!”

He nudges your shoulder, “Sorry, we were looking for you.”

Scott came around and sat on the arm of the couch, “It’s lunch.”

“Yes,” you say, “And I’m working on stuff in the library like I do every day.”

“No,” Stiles says, closing your book and stealing your pencil, “You’re going to join us for lunch today.”

You fight to get the pencil back, “I think I’ll just finish my report here.”

“(Y/N), there aren’t that many people in the lunchroom,” Scott says quietly, “And you’ll have us there.”

You stare Stiles down, “Did you tell Scott about my thing with lots of people?”

He shrugs sheepishly, “Come on, let’s go.” He waits as you stand, picking up your backpack for you. Scott led the way, nervous by how he wrung his hands.

“Has Allison talked about me lately?”

You shove his arm, “Scott, I can’t tell you everything we say during girl talk.”

“Girl talk?” Scott says in a panic, “I didn’t know about girl talk.”

“Yes, it’s where we drop all our juiciest secrets,” you snicker, “Including our thoughts on certain cute boys.” Scott points at himself, eyebrows raised, making you laugh. “Yes, Allison has been saying good things about you.”

Stiles matches your stride, “What about me?”

You look at him with a wide smile before leaning into Scott with another laugh.

“What? I’m a cute boy,” Stiles says, flabbergasted. “Aren’t I?”

They walk into the lunchroom that was still full of students. You spot Allison and Lydia sitting at the popular lacrosse table. Stiles, your backpack still on his shoulder, nudges you to one of the front tables.

Sitting down, Scott kept peering over at the back of Allison’s head. “See it’s not so bad in here, (Y/N).”

The patter of your heart would say differently, but you sit next to Stiles, nonetheless, pulling out your book report.

“I did mean to come talk to you guys about something that happened yesterday.” The boys lean in, eager for any strange story. “Derek Hale came to talk to me.”

Stiles slips out of his chair and crashes to the ground; Scott was stunned, “Derek Hale? Where?”

“On my way to my last class yesterday. He was waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs.”

Stiles crawls back onto his chair, winded, “He was inside the school? What did he want?”

You shrug, twiddling your pencil, “He wanted me to convince Scott that he was a friend. He said he was innocent, whatever that means.”

The boys share a look. You start outlining your report, “And I don’t know why but I think I believe him.”

“No, (Y/N), listen…” Stiles pulls on your shoulder so you would face him. “You cannot trust that guy. Whatever you do, do not be alone with him again, got it?”

“I don’t get it, why?”

Stiles licks his lips, urgent in the way he looks at you, “You need to trust me on this. If he tries to talk to you again, call me.”

“I would if I had your number,” you laugh. The boys pull out their phones immediately to exchange numbers. You snort at their seriousness, “If you wanted my number that bad you could’ve just asked instead of coming up with this elaborate Derek Hale story.”

“We’re not making it up,” Scott says, “That guy is dangerous.”

~~~

At the end of the week you were busy with your shift at the hospital. You had just finished checking on Jackson Whittemore who had a dislocated shoulder, and you were logging notes into the computer at the nurses station.

You were just updating a patient file when a hand slams onto the counter. You jump, clutching your chest.

“Jesus Christ, Stiles!”

Stiles was shocked at seeing you there, “Do you work here?”

“Yes, and for the love of god please announce your presence like every other normal human being and stop scaring the ever living daylights out of me!” It was a good thing they were in a hospital because your heart was about to give out.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says with wide eyes. He rubs at his face, hiding a smile, “This is how you know Scott’s mom so well.”

“Yeah, add it to my case file,” you wave a hand, fixing your scrub top, “Why are you here?”

His eyes linger at something on your chest, making him stutter, “Um… Scott and I were uh… coming to check up on Jackson.”

“That’s right, you’re all on the lacrosse team. I heard it was Scott that knocked Jackson’s shoulder out of place.”

“That would be correct,” Stiles laughs nervously, scratching at the back of his head. “Is he alright?”

You smirk, nodding towards the end of the hallway, “See for yourself.”

Lydia had come to pick Jackson up, and the pair of them were currently making out in the middle of the hall. You turn away, slightly nauseous, but Stiles keeps observing like he’s never seen a kiss before.

“She’s never been subtle,” you grimace.

His mind seemingly elsewhere, Stiles fumbles for something to occupy himself with as he waits. He picks up a pamphlet on the menstrual cycle.

“Where is Scott?”

Stiles was stuck on a diagram of the uterus, “Hm?”

“Scott,” you say again, staring at the pamphlet cover, “I thought you said you were both looking for Jackson.”

“He went to find his mom first.”

You squint your eyes, “Melissa’s shift ended two hours ago.”

“Could you explain to me the function of the fallopian tubes?”

You snatch the pamphlet away from him, “What are you two hiding?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Stiles says nervously, “Don’t you have other patients to see or something?”

“First Derek Hale is telling me that Scott is keeping a secret and then you’re here covering for Scott while he snoops…”

“Who said anything about snooping?”

You stand from your chair, leaning towards the counter and Stiles, “Listen, I’m glad we’re finally friends. I like you guys. But I won’t be lied to forever. I deserve better than that.”

Stiles feels his chest collapse a little, sinking in on himself. “I could say the same thing about you. You’re always keeping things to yourself and giving vague answers to my questions. What do you have to hide, hm?”

A pang of hurt hit your chest, “Stiles, I’ve never lied to you about anything. If I don’t want to answer a question outright because it’s too personal, I tell you so. I’ve never hid something from you deliberately by lying to you.”

Stiles bit his tongue, folding his arms defensively.

You let the hurt show on your face, “I think you and Scott have been lying to me for a long time. About the party that Scott ran out on. About why you checked up on Allison last week. About your trust issues with Derek Hale. About what you and Scott are doing in the hospital right now…”

The will to argue was gone in Stiles, he just looks defeated as he watches the hurt fill your face. “It’s been for your own protection.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you whisper angrily.

Scott suddenly appears by the counter, out of breath. “Hey…” he saw your face, “Oh, hey what’s up?”

“Find what you were looking for?” you ask sourly before returning to your keyboard.

Scott shares a look with Stiles before muttering, “Yeah, uh… Jackson’s alright.”

“He left a few minutes ago.”

Stiles turns around to see that Lydia and Jackson really had left. He tugs on Scott’s arm and gave an imploring look towards you.

“I promise we’ll explain everything eventually.”

You keep looking at your computer screen, ignoring the words. Stiles flickers his eyes to what he noticed on your chest, just along the edge of your scrubs. Scott knits his brow as he listens to what was unmistakably the uneven pounding of your rising heart rate.

Stiles led the way to the elevators, cursing himself and smashing the downward button.

“What was that about?” Scott whispers.

“(Y/N)’s mad at me,” he rubs at his eyes harshly, “Mad at us. She knows we’re hiding stuff from her.”

“For her own good.”

“Yeah, but she sees it as us lying to her. I don’t blame her for being upset. We’ve been pretty crappy friends keeping her at arm’s length.”

Scott frowns, walking into the elevator, “You forget that keeping her in the dark keeps her safe.”

“Well, not anymore with Derek roping her into it.” He leans against the wall, holding tight to the railing. “Did you notice the scar on her chest?”

“No,” Scott says, “But I did notice her heartbeat. It was all over the place. She must’ve been really upset.”

Stiles takes a deep breath, “Did you find anything in the morgue?”

~~~

The next evening you drove with your mother back to the hospital. You were still aching with the argument you had with Stiles. You knew something was going on between him and Scott, but you still didn’t know what.

Your mother sensed your mood and said in a cheery voice, “We made an arrest today about that woods murder.”

“Did you?” you say in a quiet tone.

“Yeah, Derek Hale. He’s been back in town for a couple weeks. I guess there was evidence on his burnt property.”

You close your eyes, thinking back to the warning about Hale. “Good thing you got him.”

“And then I got a strange call on dispatch today from the Sheriff’s son.”

“Stiles?” you say.

She hums, “He’s one strange kid.”

“Does he call dispatch often?”

“He’s not allowed to anymore, but he did call today about a dog sighting.”

You shake your head, “You’re right, he can be real strange.”

“Are you sure you can’t make the big game tonight?” your mother asks. “Everyone is going, even the Sheriff.”

“I can’t. I’m helping on Melissa’s floor since she took it off to see the game.”

“That’s right,” she replies, “Shame. I’m sure your friends would’ve liked to see you in the stands.”

You turn in your seat, staring your mother down, “I thought you’d object to me watching a heart racing game surrounded by loud, rowdy people, standing in the frigid cold air.”

She shrugs, “You’ve been proving yourself capable of handling your heart rate, even when it’s the spur of the moment.”

A sudden warmth creeps up your chest. Your mother was starting to trust you despite the illnesses. It was just enough of a mood shift to prompt you to text Scott and Stiles good luck at the game.

The shift was long and grueling; you were exhausted by the end of it. Another medical assistant drove you home late, no doubt long after the lacrosse game was over. You made a mental note to commend Melissa for handling such a difficult floor of the hospital.

Your mom had been called away because of a case update and your father was on an overnight shift at the firehouse again. You were quick to shower the nights worth of patient grime off your body and throw your scrubs right into the washer.

You were just applying lotion in your pajamas when something hit the glass of your window. Startled, you stood from your bed and waited for it to happen again.

A small pebble flew through the air and pings against your window.

Peering through the glass, you saw a disheveled, sweatshirt-wearing Stiles holding a handful of your garden rocks. He waves at you shyly as you struggle to slide the window open.

“What are you doing?”

Stiles holds up his hands, “Seeing if you were awake.”

“And you couldn’t think to text?” you say incredulously, “Put those rocks back.”

He threw his handful of rocks on your mothers tulips, “My phone died like an hour ago.”

You stood there, leaning on your windowsill, regarding him with a soft expression. He looks tired and scared, eyes looking up and imploring as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

“Then what’s up?” you ask.

He swallows hard, the cold air making his breath come out in icy clouds. “I wanted to talk… about what you said yesterday.”

“How did you know where I live? You dropped me off at the end of the street, remember?”

“Well, yeah,” he chuckles, “And I just watched you walk to this house.” He scratches the back of his head, “Or maybe I looked up your mom on my dad’s computer and found her employee records.”

You nod your head slowly, “That sounds about right.”

“Can I… Can I come up?”

You bite at your lips, hair still wet from the shower. “Sure.”

It was like letting a dog off a leash. Stiles frantically jumps to the garden trellis growing on the front of your house. He struggles past the vines and up the wooden ladder, ignoring your calls of disapproval. He was huffing and puffing by the time he made it to the roof and next to your window.

“Stiles,” you say in your gentle voice, “My parents aren’t home. You could’ve come through the front door.”

His mouth was dry from panting in the cold night air, “Right, but that wouldn’t have been as impressive.”

You watch his fumbling figure fall from the window and onto your carpeted floor, “Yeah, that was real impressive, Stilinski.”

There was only a side table lamp on, lighting the bedroom in a soft peachy glow. You went to sit cross-legged on your bed, patting the covers in front of you for Stiles to sit.

He fixes his shirt, taking your offer before looking you in the eye. “(Y/N), I wanted to say that I was sorry.”

You look towards your hands, playing with the edge of your comfy pajama shirt. You could smell the fruity scent of your lotion still on your fingers.

“I didn’t realize our covering up was so obvious to you. We just wanted to protect you, but I guess it does seem like we betrayed your trust.” He keeps his eyes on you, waiting for you to look at him again, “When I got your good luck text I thought maybe there was still a chance you weren’t super angry with me.”

“Just a little,” you say quietly, giving him a soft smile.

“I wanted to tell you some things that we’ve been hiding from you,” he holds his hands up, “As a peace offering.”

You shake your head, “How generous of you.”

“The body that was found in the woods… Scott and I found it. Us visiting the hospital? That was Scott and I trying to find evidence on the partial body. Derek Hale? He had been seen on the property where we found the other half of the body. He was also in the woods with the first half. We were suspicious of him, and he was basically stalking us because of it.”

You listen carefully, your heartbeat was loud in your ears. “And when he came to talk to me?”

“That terrified us. We thought he was a murderer, and he was talking to you… alone.”

“You thought? My mom told me he was arrested today for the murder.”

Stiles rubs at his face with a tired hand, “Not anymore. The coroner’s said the cause of death was from an animal attack. And the victim was Laura Hale – Derek’s sister.”

“Must be nice having your dad be the sheriff,” you smile. “So Derek’s innocent like he told me he was.”

“I still don’t trust him. He’s not telling us everything. And since we’ve gotten him thrown in jail, my guess is he’s not very happy with us.”

You nod, your head clearer than it was at the beginning of the week.

“Is that everything you’ve been hiding?”

Stiles licks his lips, a nervous habit you’re realizing. “Do you remember when you said you don’t lie, you’re just honest about not sharing the whole truth?” At your nod he continues, “There is one more thing, but it’s not fully my thing to tell. We want to tell you, but it’s not exactly safe at the moment.”

You take the cryptic words and stew with them for a while. “Apology accepted.”

He let out a deep breath, “Thank goodness. Scott would have never forgiven me if we lost our one connection to the pretty girls club.”

You punch his shoulder and laugh, “The one thing I’m good for… gossip from the girls.”

Stiles rubs his shoulder, “That’s not why we want you around.” He clears his throat at your sudden undivided attention, “What I mean is… you’ve been a good friend, and we like you.”

“You and Scott,” you smile.

“Yeah, me and Scott.”

“Scott and I,” you correct, brushing the wet hair from your face, “How was the game?”

Stiles sat more relaxed on your bed, “It was great, we won. And there weren’t any injuries like Jackson’s.”

“Good,” you smile, “And Scott had a pretty victorious after party, so I’ve heard.”

“Allison texted you?” Stiles questions.

You shrug, “Of course. She said you were watching like a little pervert.”

Stiles chokes on his gasp, “I am not…” 

“You were watching Lydia and Jackson too. There’s a trend I’m noticing,” you tease.

He shoves your crossed knee, relishing in your laugh, “Very funny.” He eyes the neckline of your pajama top, searching for the edge of the scar he noticed yesterday. “Can I ask you my one personal question of the day?”

“Fine,” you sigh, “Ask away.”

“Where did you get that scar?” he nods towards your chest.

You immediately clam up, covering the spot protectively. “I got it over the summer.”

Stiles raises his eyebrows, egging you on, “How?”

“I had a surgery.” You watch the concern begin to etch into Stiles’ face. “I don’t like talking about it.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, blinking rapidly as he tries to compute the information, “But you’re okay now. The surgery helped you be… healthy?”

“For the most part,” you say quietly, “The surgery did help me be healthier.” You could already see the cogs turning in his mind. He was going to head home and research what surgeries would leave scars like that on the side of the chest.

His eyes wander your room for a minute before landing on your nightstand. There were three different sized prescription pill bottles resting there. He returns his gaze to you, but didn’t ask further questions, “So I was thinking… how about I give you rides to school from now on.”

You let out an anxious smile, grateful he didn’t press you about your health problems. “Honestly, that would be great.”

“Good,” he seems pleased with himself, “And in return for gas money, you come to our lacrosse games.”

You outstretch a hand, “Deal.”

Stiles takes your hand to shake and instantly blurts, “You smell really good.”

You laugh, “I did just shower.”

He awkwardly lets go of your hand, standing from the bed, “No, you always smell good.”

“Thanks Stilinski.”

[soulofapatrick]

Everything to me - Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader 

Summary: You return to Beacon Hills after being away for a year

Words 2.1K

Warnings: none 

Y/N's POV

As I drive up the narrow, winding trail to the newly rebuilt Hale House, my heart pounds in my chest with a force that feels almost supernatural in its intensity. The familiar landscape of Beacon Hills blurs past the windows, and each turn of the wheel brings me closer to a confrontation I've been dreading for the past year. The supernatural world that once fascinated me had become a nightmare, and the war with the hunters left scars deeper than any physical wound. The most significant of those scars is the bite I received, a mark of the werecoyote now a part of me. The fear of rejection, of being an outcast in the pack I once called family, gnaws at me relentlessly.

Leaving without a word, without a goodbye, was the hardest decision I've ever made. I remember the night vividly, the moon high in the sky, casting eerie shadows as I slipped away. I couldn’t bear to see the confusion, the hurt, in their eyes. I didn’t want to face their questions or their possible rejection. So, I ran. Chicago became my refuge, its bustling streets and unfamiliar faces a strange comfort. An old family friend helped me regain control over my new werecoyote side, teaching me to harness my abilities and temper the beast within. But no amount of control can temper the anxiety coursing through me now as I approach the Hale House.

The mansion looms ahead, a testament to the resilience of my friends. Its imposing structure is both a symbol of strength and a reminder of everything I left behind. As I park the car and cut the engine, the silence is deafening. My hands grip the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white with tension. I sit there for a moment, trying to steady my breathing, but the mix of anticipation and fear swirls within me like a storm.

What if they don’t want me back? The question haunts me, each scenario playing out in my mind. I picture Lydia’s disappointment, Scott’s silent judgment, the pack turning their backs on me. What if I’ve been replaced, my absence a void too painful to fill? What if they see me as a traitor, someone who abandoned them in their time of need? The thought is almost too much to bear, and for a moment, I consider turning the car around and fleeing once more. But I can’t. I need to face them, to face the consequences of my actions.

I barely have time to unbuckle my seatbelt before a high-pitched squeal pierces the air. Lydia’s voice. I turn just in time to see her racing towards me, her red hair a bright streak against the backdrop of the mansion. The next moment, I’m nearly knocked off my feet as she collides with me, her arms wrapping around me in a hug that’s as fierce as it is unexpected. My arms come up automatically, hugging her back, and a wave of relief washes over me. Oh god, I’ve missed my best friend.

Over Lydia’s shoulder, I see the others emerging from the house, their faces a mix of shock, curiosity, and wariness. I know what they must be thinking. I left without a word, disappearing into the night like a ghost. I see the questions in their eyes, the unspoken accusations. But there’s something else too—a glimmer of hope, of welcome. Maybe, just maybe, I haven’t lost them entirely.

A sharp sting on my cheek snaps me back to the present, and I wince as Lydia pulls back, her glare intense enough to make me squirm. “What the hell were you thinking? Leaving like that!” Her voice is a mix of anger and relief, and I can’t blame her for either emotion.

“I—” I start to explain, but the words catch in my throat. How do I explain the fear, the desperation that drove me away? Before I can find the words, Scott steps forward, sweeping me into a hug. His embrace is strong and comforting, a silent promise that he’s still here for me. He murmurs something into my hair, but I can’t make out the words. It doesn’t matter. The fact that he’s holding me, accepting me, is enough.

Scott finally releases me, holding me at arm’s length, and my gaze shifts to the figure standing on the porch steps. Stiles. The one person who knew where I was, who called me every night to make sure I was okay. Those calls were my lifeline, a beacon of hope in the darkness. We shared secrets, fears, and feelings we never dared to voice before. His sleep-filled voice was my anchor, and now, seeing him in person, my heart aches with the need to close the distance between us.

Scott finally releases me, holding me at arm’s length, and my gaze shifts to the figure standing on the porch steps. Stiles. The one person who knew where I was, who called me every night to make sure I was okay. Those calls were my lifeline, a beacon of hope in the darkness. Every night, no matter what, we would talk. It didn’t matter if it was a late-night shift for him or a sleepless night for me. We never missed a call.

Each full moon was a torment. The change would ripple through me, and the urge to succumb to the primal urges of the werecoyote was overwhelming. But Stiles was always there. On those nights, he would stay on the line for hours, his voice a soothing presence. He’d tell me about everything happening in Beacon Hills—the latest supernatural drama, mundane school gossip, even funny anecdotes about his day. He had a way of making me feel like I was still a part of their world, even from hundreds of miles away.

“I wish you were here,” I would whisper into the phone, my voice trembling as the moon’s influence grew stronger.

“I know,” he’d reply softly, his voice laced with the same longing I felt. “Just hang on, okay? We’ll get through this together.”

His words were like a balm, easing the pain and fear that came with each transformation. Stiles kept me anchored, his presence—albeit virtual—a lifeline I clung to desperately. He’d talk me through the worst of it, his voice a constant reminder that I wasn’t alone, that someone cared deeply for me.

But talking on the phone is one thing; seeing him in person now, standing just a few feet away, is another entirely. My heart races as I take a step closer, memories of our late-night conversations flooding my mind. The anxiety that had been a constant companion for the past year now mingles with a different kind of nervousness—the fear that the connection we shared over the phone might not translate to reality.

“Excuse me, Scotty,” I mutter, gently wriggling out of Scott’s grip. I take a cautious step towards Stiles, my heart pounding even harder. He stands there, fidgeting nervously, his eyes darting away when they meet mine. His uncertainty mirrors my own, but beneath it, I see the same longing, the same hope that kept us connected all those nights.

“Stiles,” I whisper his name as I stop in front of him, my voice trembling. He looks up, his eyes searching mine, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of us. I see the worry, the fear of rejection, mirrored in his gaze, but also the unwavering affection that has always been there.

“Hi,” he says softly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck—a nervous habit I’ve come to recognise. The sight makes my heart swell with affection, and I can’t hold back any longer. I reach out, my hands gently cupping his face, forcing him to look at me.

Scott finally releases me, holding me at arm’s length, and my gaze shifts to the figure standing on the porch steps. Stiles. The one person who knew where I was, who called me every night to make sure I was okay. Those calls were my lifeline, a beacon of hope in the darkness. Every night, no matter what, we would talk. It didn’t matter if it was a late-night shift for him or a sleepless night for me. We never missed a call.

Each full moon was a torment. The change would ripple through me, and the urge to succumb to the primal urges of the werecoyote was overwhelming. But Stiles was always there. On those nights, he would stay on the line for hours, his voice a soothing presence. He’d tell me about everything happening in Beacon Hills—the latest supernatural drama, mundane school gossip, even funny anecdotes about his day. He had a way of making me feel like I was still a part of their world, even from hundreds of miles away.

“I wish you were here,” I would whisper into the phone, my voice trembling as the moon’s influence grew stronger.

“I know,” he’d reply softly, his voice laced with the same longing I felt. “Just hang on, okay? We’ll get through this together.”

His words were like a balm, easing the pain and fear that came with each transformation. Stiles kept me anchored, his presence—albeit virtual—a lifeline I clung to desperately. He’d talk me through the worst of it, his voice a constant reminder that I wasn’t alone, that someone cared deeply for me.

But talking on the phone is one thing; seeing him in person now, standing just a few feet away, is another entirely. My heart races as I take a step closer, memories of our late-night conversations flooding my mind. The anxiety that had been a constant companion for the past year now mingles with a different kind of nervousness—the fear that the connection we shared over the phone might not translate to reality.

“Excuse me, Scotty,” I mutter, gently wriggling out of Scott’s grip. I take a cautious step towards Stiles, my heightened senses picking up every detail. The scent of his anxiety is sharp, mingling with the familiar notes of his cologne and the underlying scent that is uniquely his. But there’s something else, something deeper—an intoxicating mix of love and need that almost makes me dizzy.

“Stiles,” I whisper his name as I stop in front of him, my voice trembling. He looks up, his eyes searching mine, and for a moment, the world narrows to just the two of us. I can practically taste the tension in the air, feel the electric pull between us. His eyes, a rich cognac colour, are filled with a mixture of fear and hope, mirroring my own emotions.

“Hi,” he says softly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck—a nervous habit I’ve come to recognise. The sight makes my heart swell with affection, and I can’t hold back any longer. I reach out, my hands gently cupping his face, forcing him to look at me. His skin is warm under my touch, a comforting reminder that this is real.

“I meant everything I said,” I tell him, my voice barely more than a whisper. His eyes widen, and before I can say anything else, he’s moving. His hands grip my shirt, pulling me towards him, and then his lips are on mine.

The kiss is desperate, needy, but it’s perfect. It’s everything I’ve been longing for. His lips are soft yet insistent, moving against mine with a fervour that sends shivers down my spine. I can taste the salt of his tears mingling with our kiss, and it breaks something open inside me. My heightened senses pick up every nuance—the rapid beat of his heart, the warmth of his breath, the faint scent of mint on his lips. It’s overwhelming and beautiful, a sensory overload that drowns out everything else.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer, and he responds in kind, his hands tangling in my hair, holding me as if afraid I might disappear again. The world fades away, and all that exists is the two of us, locked in this embrace, sharing a kiss that speaks of everything we’ve been through and everything we hope for.

“I love you,” he breathes against my lips, his voice raw with emotion. Tears blur my vision, but I smile, whispering the words back to him. “I love you too.” 

In this moment, with Stiles in my arms and the pack around us, I know I’m finally home. Werecoyote or not, nothing will ever tear us apart again.

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[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Heya guys! ya'll are awesome by the way :) I'm pretty sure this hasn't been asked yet, but could you find some Sterek fics where either Stiles or Derek wear glasses and the other finds it really attractive, please? :D

Sure!

A Bite by FairyNiamh

(1/1 I 408 I Teen)

It was only a cake, how bad could a bite be?

Eye of the Beholder by TricksterShi

(1/1 I 3,941 I Teen)

"When was the last time you had an eye exam?"

A simple question leads to some lingering body issues Stiles has to wrestle with but, in the end, Derek proves Stiles has nothing to worry about when it comes to what he looks like through Derek's eyes.

First Date (Queer Your Coffee, Part Two) by alisvolatpropiis

(1/1 I 4,791 I Explicit)

“Holy fuck,” Derek whispers when finally sees Stiles’ cock. It’s gorgeous, long and thick with a big head, which is pierced, the tip shiny and wet. He should have expected it really, the piercing, a prince albert he thinks it’s called, not sure because he’s never seen one, never knew how fucking hot it could be. There are two balls just like the ones in Stiles’ tongue, one nestled in his pretty little slit, the other tucked under the crown of his head, joined by a slightly curved bar under the skin. Derek swallows hard and his mouth fills with hot saliva, one hand going to his own cock, shoving his boxer briefs down his thighs in a rush. He wants to stroke himself, but the thought of that piercing on his tongue, against his throat, fuck, in his ass, has him dangerously close to coming untouched, so he grips the base hard instead, staving it off.

Stiles purrs. “See something you like, big guy?”

Stiles Stilinski, Boyfriend Extraordinaire by MereLoup

(4/4 I 14,429 I General)

“Beacon County Sheriff's Department, this is deputy Mahealani speaking.”

“Oh thank god!”

“Stiles?”

“I, uh, I need some advice.”

“Advice?”

“Yeah. So, hypothetically, say you met your boyfriend’s mother and sister for the first time ever. Completely by accident. In the grocery store. And they convinced you to help them make a dinner to surprise aforementioned boyfriend when he got home after work. What would you do?”

Danny paused, and then, “Stiles, you don’t have a boyfriend.”

“That’s not the point! And I said hypothetically.”

“Stiles...what are you doing right now?”

***

Stiles never imagined he’d be in Derek’s kitchen cooking a surprise dinner with Derek’s family while they waited for Derek to get home from work.

Partly because their visit was a complete surprise.

But mostly because Stiles didn’t have a boyfriend.

Or even know who Derek was.

But he’d already come this far and Papa didn’t raise no quitter!

no aphrodisiac like loneliness by thepsychicclam

(1/1 I 19,705 I Explicit)

Stiles is 27 now, with a master’s degree and a career and a house and a serious boyfriend and a life in San Francisco that doesn't include Derek. But then Stiles unexpectedly shows back up in Beacon Hills, and Derek would recognize that scent anywhere.

Falling down like dominoes by allofspace

(7/7 I 21,666 I Teen)

Stiles has just started a new job, uprooting his life (new city, new apartment) to finally put his degree to good use. Aside from the hot brooding guy who refuses to smile at him, and his creepy cubicle-mate, the people are great, especially his new BFF Allison. Scott may or may not be taking their separation horribly.

10 Things I Hate (love) About You by catsteww

(1/1 I 31,153 I Teen)

When Kate Argent hires Stiles to date Derek and get paid for it, Stiles obviously agrees and sets out to win his heart. Except Stiles wasn't expecting Derek to actually have layers underneath his tough exterior, and he certainly wasn't expecting to develop pesky little feelings for him. And everything gets a little messed up along the way.

Lightly based on the movie.

If You Wanna Be My Roomie (Lover) by orphan_account

(23/23 I 65,056 I Explicit)

Realistically, Stiles knew that the local University's popularity and commonality meant that many members of his graduating high school class would be starting the Fall 2016 semester alongside him, but he never expected his longtime crush to be one of them. Even more so, he never expected said crush to be assigned as his roommate...oh boy.

I Wish He Was Mine, He's Really Divine by yodasyoyo 

(24/24 I 87,706 I Teen)

Derek has been pining for Stiles Stilinski for years. He never thought he'd actually be in with a chance, but all that's about to change.

OR: Very slow build Sterek, with nerd!Derek, sort of badboy!Stiles, plenty of pining and a Kira/Derek friendship for the ages.

[daintylovers]

a silly little thing about me is that brown eyes will always have me in a choke hold- brown eyes and a sarcastic nature is just gonna do it for me every time

[marie-swriting]

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Sterek || eventual Alpha Werewolf Stiles [ao3]

Among born werewolves, it was common knowledge that the prime age for a human to endure the bite of an Alpha and survive was typically during their teenage or young adult years. In fact, the youngest recorded case of a bite resulting in a transformation and not death was previously eleven years old, so imagine the Hale pack’s astonishment when they learned of a small seven year old who was bitten and miraculously survived, challenging the known boundaries of possibility.

Chapter 2 - Perception Ignited

The late afternoon sun broke through the thick canopy of trees on the long, winding road through the dense preserve casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on Roscoe. The lush green leaves danced in the gentle breeze, creating a picturesque scene of nature's vibrant beauty. The summer heat wrapped itself around the vehicle, adding a sense of warmth and anticipation to the air.

Seated in the backseat, Stiles' imagination soared amidst the seemingly surreal surroundings. His young mind, now awakened to the existence of supernatural beings, conjured images of mythical creatures running alongside the car. Perhaps a majestic unicorn with a gleaming horn or a fierce griffin soaring through the sky? Stiles yearned to encounter these fantastical beings, unsure of which ones were mere legends and which ones held the truth. Now that he knew werewolves were real and that he himself had become one, his entire world, his very perception of reality had forever shifted. Anything seemed possible, and the boundaries between the ordinary and the extraordinary blurred in his mind.

Stiles marveled at the fact that he had been discharged from the hospital yesterday after being there for only a day. He’s still amazed at his own healing. He pulled his sleeve up to look at his arm where the giant werewolf had bitten him and still found it astounding that there wasn’t a single trace of injury.

When they had arrived at Beacon Hills Medical Center two days ago, Melissa McCall happened to be on duty, a stroke of luck that would prove crucial. It was Ms. McCall who first noticed something extraordinary about Stiles' injuries - they were healing at an astonishing rate. The sight both relieved and alarmed the Stilinski family and the medical staff, leaving them bewildered.

Unbeknownst to them, Alpha Talia Hale had cultivated connections within the medical center staff, ensuring that she would be promptly informed of any supernatural occurrences. As soon as she received word of Stiles' condition, she wasted no time and made her way swiftly to the hospital. Talia sought out the bewildered parents, Noah and Claudia Stilinski, to deliver the astonishing truth: their son had been turned into a werewolf.

With utmost care and compassion, Talia explained the physical implications that Stiles would now face, including the transformations, the influence of the full moon, and his heightened senses. She also shed some light on the intricate dynamics of werewolf packs and the profound impact they have on the mental and emotional well-being of their members. Overwhelmed and nervous, the Stilinski family found themselves grappling with the magnitude of the revelation. Noah especially struggled to accept this new reality unfolding before him.

Being a parent herself, with three children of her own, Talia could relate to the stress and uncertainty that accompanied such circumstances. She provided them with her personal contact information and assured them that she would be available whenever they needed assistance, guidance, or simply a compassionate ear to listen or a shoulder to lean on.

As the jeep came to a halt in front of the imposing Hale house, Stiles glanced up and caught sight of a boy not much older than himself standing at one of the upstairs windows. His black hair framed his face, and thick eyebrows added intensity to his piercing green eyes. Though Stiles couldn't comprehend the significance of the moment, he felt an inexplicable pull toward this mysterious boy. With a friendly wave, the stranger acknowledged Stiles' arrival as the younger boy climbed out of the old jeep. Stiles grinned and waved back.

“Mischief,” Claudia called softly, gaining the boy’s attention, and he joined his parents as they headed to the large covered porch.

By the time they reached the stairs, Talia had already opened the red door, ready to greet them with a tall teenager standing at her right that had the same long dark hair and dark eyes as her mother.

“Welcome to our home!” the Alpha said regally. “This is my eldest, Laura,” Talia added, gesturing to the girl next to her. “She has recently started her training to take over as Alpha after myself, so she wanted to join us. Laura, this is Deputy Noah Stilinski and his wife Claudia.”

Talia paused before crouching down to be level with Stiles as she continued, “And this little one here is our newest pack member, Mieczysław.” 

Stiles blinked and raised his eyebrows over at his parents at the correct pronunciation of his name. No one outside of their family had ever been able to say it correctly before.

“Nice to meet you all,” Laura said kindly, “especially you, Meechslav.”

Noah smiled at Laura’s stumbling, “You can call him ‘Stiles’ if you want.”

“I am so sorry!” Laura looked horrified, like she had offended them or something, “I’ve been trying to practice saying it. Everyone has the right to have their name pronounced properly.”

Claudia put a calming hand on the girl’s shoulder, and replied, “Sweetie, we appreciate it. Honestly!” She added, seeing Laura about to interrupt. “Mieczysław was my father’s name. They were first generation immigrants from Poland, and, trust me, as a native speaker of the language, I completely understand that most Americans would have issues pronouncing it. Even my little Mischief here has problems saying his own name at times.” Claudia smiled down at Stiles, running her fingers through his shaggy hair. “For the longest time, he pronounced it ‘Mischief’, which is both adorable and, admittedly, accurate,” Claudia laughed lightly and everyone joined in.

“Stiles was originally my own father’s nickname,” Noah added, “so in a way, he’s named after both of his grandparents. We won’t be offended which you choose to call him by. You’re good. I swear.”

Talia smiled at Stiles, still crouched next to him. “What would you prefer, pup?” she inquired softly.

Stiles fidgeted as all eyes turned towards him. He shrugged, “Stiles is what everyone at school calls me.”

“Stiles it is!” Talia said cheerfully before she stood up, clapped her hands once and motioned for everyone to head inside. “How about we show you guys around real quick while Elijah finishes up lunch.”

[continue reading on ao3]