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Surgeon to the Stiles (pt 3)

Authors note : Hurrah I’m back but only for a short time. University is literally killing me. Here it is, your third installment of Surgeon to the Stiles. There is always another opportunity to further y/n and Stiles journey, just let me know in the comments. I loved writing this for you guys.

Part 2

Previous Request : A Stiles x reader where she’s chubby and short, so she doesn’t think Stiles could ever like her when he has liked Lydia and Malia in the past. (Anonymous)

Summary : You were a vital part of the pack, the vet. Also known as the girl that was useful for something. One problem was, you were in love with the only other human on the team. It didn’t help that you were not his type, supernatural of some sort with the looks of an angel.

Warning : Swearing, Violence, Death

Pairing : Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count : 5,903

I never thought that the day that I kicked him out of my house was going to be the last time that I would see those majestic eyes. I did think maybe it was a mistake to chuck him out the way that I did. That I may have overreacted. But here we are, a 25 year old veterinarian who used to be besties with a now supernatural being, writing in a diary as if she were five again.

Who am I kidding, Stiles was in the wrong. I can’t forgive him for keeping that from me for a long as he did. Pretending he didn’t know that my knees became weak every time that I walked into a room only to find him standing there looking right at me with nothing but recognition of who I was in his eyes.

But he told me that he felt the same. Isn’t that what I wanted? Isn’t that what I had always dreamed from that day that I, that he, that we became friends? Am I making too much of a big deal about this?

-

You were interrupted by the sudden startling jolt to your heart. Five bangs pounded on your front door. Following the rhythm of your rapidly beating heart. Panic filled you when there was no voice to accompany the treacherous torment that became your nerves.

Edging away you picked up your diary and slowly approached your bedroom door. Trying your best to remove yourself from the situation.

From where you were stood in your apartment you could just make out the shadow of feet underneath the door. Still not used to being alone since the incident, you didn’t know what to do, or who you could even call that would possibly get here in time.

The bangs returned, possibly louder this time. Every beat sounded painfully in your ears. Images of that night flashed in your eyes. Was he back to finish the job as you refused to give up your long time crush and best friend who no longer saw you as anything but a girl he used to know.

“Fucking hell, Y/N! Why did you have to throw him out?” You whispered to yourself critically. You wished he were here to help get you out of this or to at least cradle you until you calmed.

Werewolf or not, Stiles had a knack for calming you down and lulling you to sleep.

It had been a month or so since the last time that you saw Stiles in your apartment that night. A month since you found out that there may have been some hope for the two of you as a couple. Only for him to open his mouth a little longer than he had anticipated and reveal the truth that he had been keeping his knowledge of your true feelings a secret for as long as he did while you recovered from the accident.

For a man this may not seem like such a big deal if the roles were reversed. But for a girl, the irrational part of the brain that admittedly we all have whether we want it or not, starts to go into overdrive thinking that the male, in this case Stiles Stilinski was holding out the truth to see whether someone better came along.

You slapped your head realising that this probably wasn’t the best time to be considering all of the mistakes that you have made in your life. The banging on the door continued for what felt like hours. Realistically it was something like 30 seconds. Crazy what fear can do to the brain.

Then the weirdest thing happened. Everything stopped and there was complete silence. You let out a slow sigh of relief that the torment was over. You let out s stifled laugh for being so stupid and naïve to think that something bad was going to happen to you.

Picking up your phone from the chest of draws located next to your bedroom door. Surprise surprise no new messages. Turns out almost everyone had forgotten you even existed.

For the second time that night your body was sent into shock when the lamp in your bedroom fell to the floor, shattering into several pieces. You jumped around only to come face to face with the man you really wanted to forget.

“Remember me?” The tall figure who assaulted you only months ago reached up to your mouth, covering it with a cloth. There was no denying that there was a struggle as you tried to both scream and untangle yourself from his grasp.

There was no use, you already knew that. The last thing you could remember was the sound of your diary falling from your hand, impacting with the laminated floor of your once tranquil home.

*

**Flashback**

“Scott told you? Wait! You knew!” You snapped out of the trance that you were in and instantly jumped to the other end of the sofa. “You knew about my feelings for a whole month and you said nothing?”

You didn’t know why it had upset you as much as it did. You wanted more than anything to be happy that the boy of your dreams for years had finally confessed that he had feelings for you. But what hurt the most was that he didn’t tell you in the first place when he knew that you liked him back.

“Y/N, please just let me explain why I didn’t tell you sooner.” Stiles tried as best as he could to reason with you. He literally fell to your feet when you turned away from him on the sofa. “Midge please, I-”

In the middle of his sentence you got up and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you. “I’d like you to leave now.” You yelled through the door.

“Y/N, I-”

“No Stiles, you knew I liked you and you didn’t do or say anything. Am I just a big joke to you? Do you feel sorry for me because of what I went through? Or is it because you found out from Scott that I liked you which might I add he had no right to do that.” Feeling much braver yelling at your best friend when you were unable to see the hurt and pain in his eyes.

Little did you know that on the other side of the door, the young man was bawling his eyes out. He knew that he was losing you and it put the fear of God into him. “‘Must make up some bullshit to Y/N cause she risked her life for me and has this huge crush on me.’ Was that how it went in your head Stilinski?”

“Of course not! I would never do something like that!” He banged his head up against the door that you were leaning against, almost guarding it on the other side. “But if that’s what you think of me after all these years, then maybe I should go.”

Your heart wanted to call out to him, tell him to stay. But your head thought otherwise. Your head wanted to punish him for taking so long to tell you the truth, regardless of the similarities of your situation and how it mirrored his. But within that moment, your head couldn’t deal with semantics.

Stiles waited on the other side for an answer that he knew deep down wasn’t going to be one that he liked. However the pending silence was enough for him.

Dropping his head and cursing himself under his breath he picked up his keys and let himself out of your apartment without saying a word.

The sound of the front door shutting was like a knife to the heart. Him being in the apartment was the only thing keeping you standing. As the tears fell, so did you. Slowly you slid down the door until you were led against the floor sobbing like there was no tomorrow.

**End of flashback**

*

When you came through, you had no idea where you were. All you knew was that the last time something like this happened with this specific prick, you ended up with glass in your stomach.

The Alpha sat across from you in the darkened out room. Twisting a knife in his hand that was soaked in blood, your blood. The minute your eyes clocked onto the blood, you scanned every inch of your body that you could regardless of the poor lighting.

Both thighs were covered in deep cuts, two of which you were certain were right down to the bone. The adrenaline that once resided in you had now faded away, riddling your body with agonizing pain.

“Hello little veterinarian. Nice to see you didn’t bleed out. I was a little unsure whether that last cut was too deep. Could be another two or three hours until all you see is darkness.” His smug face was visible through the dreary lighting. You were fighting against the cable ties that were holding you down, prohibiting you from getting away. “Or you can just tell me where I can find my beta and your little werewolf friends, and I can drop you off at the nearest hospital?”

It was hard to talk, your throat was so dry, “b-bite m-me!” You croaked through the scratchiest of your voice.

“Don’t tempt me!” He literally was the type of person who made you feel sick. From the way that he acted to the way that he talked. Even the way that he was dressed wasn’t at all appealing. “Looks like I’m going to have to hurry up the process.”

Lifting from his chair he approached you, swinging the knife from hand to hand as if it were a game. You prayed that he would just stop and leave you alone, but this wasn’t a movie. There was not going to be a sudden burst of a conscience. “If you fucking touch me again I will make sure that my friends kill you.”

His laugh filled your throat with bile. Literally making you feel sick. “Honey, I’ve been casing your place for weeks. No one has come by. Not even Scott’s pathetic little Beta or your Prince Charming. What happened? The little human vet wasn’t good enough for the big bad wolf?”

“Shut up you prick! You have no idea, no idea about who I am and who I know.” It was a little far fetched when in reality you knew the words he was speaking were those of the truth. No one and come by, not Scott, Liam, or Derek or even the girls not that you had expected them too. Stiles hadn’t even called since that night which was unusual considering he’d never be able to go a day without talking to you or at least attempting to. This really was it for the two of you.

Little did you know that Stiles didn’t want to give up on you. He walked by your apartment three times a day, hoping for that one day that you’d forgive him and take him back.

Only this time, he was too late and a little bit drunk.

*

**Flashback**

Stiles wandered by your apartment praying that you’d notice him at least once. Hoping to see whether when or if you did, if there was a smile on your face. Some sign that it wasn’t over for good. That there may be some hope for the two of you.

Tonight he had walked by your apartment more times than usual. He actually camped not far away from your building so that he could watch who came by. There had been news going around that you’d moved on and found someone knew, someone completely human. Which infuriated him, but mostly broke his heart. He couldn’t even think about going back out there and finding someone new. He wanted you and only you.

He finally understood what it must have been like for you to have seen him with both Lydia and Malia. Two really outstandingly popular and beautiful supernatural girls. Two girls that he had to see everyday of his life and who are also extremely close with him to this day. If it was even possible, his heart broke some more.

So stupidly, Stiles took it upon himself to attempt to drink his feelings away as he stared up at the light in your room. Praying you’d walk by so that he could see a simple silhouette often girl he loved and lost.

Sipping at the bottle in the brown paper bag with one hand while trying to answer the ringing phone with the other.

“Yeah?” He answered with a hoarse like tone of voice. The strong liquor burning at his throat.

“Stiles have you been drinking?” Scott’s voice was blurry even with the heightened hearing.

“Just a little why? Are you going to tell Y/N on me? Or worse my dad?” Whenever Stiles had too much to drink he always tried to act the hard man, but only ever ended up sounding like an angry kid trying to get one up on their parents. “What do you want Scott?” Stiles hadn’t really forgiven Scott for falling for his girl. He still saw him pretty much everyday, but things weren’t how they used to be for the two of them.

“You’re outside her apartment again aren’t you?” He didn’t have to really ask he knew exactly where he would be especially today. “Stiles you’ve got to let her go.”

“No Scott, it’s her birthday and I want to see who comes by to see her. See whether this new mystery guy shows up.” Although he was very far gone, his words didn’t slur as much as the typical drunk voice would. “I bet I’m way hotter than this guy anyway!”

Scott sighed knowing full well that Stiles wasn’t backing down from this one. “Fine, but I’ll be over in ten minutes to check on you. Try not to do anything stupid in the mean time.”

“Ah whatever.” Shutting the phone off, he returned to his previous mission, casing the building.

~

A few minutes had passed with no luck of anything suspicious. Downing the rest of the bottle in his hand, he noticed exactly what he wished he hadn’t. A shady looking man walking into the building, checking everywhere around him as he buzzed in. ‘That must be him.’ He mumbled to himself as he leaped off of the wall that he had been sprawled on.

Stiles was always quick to jump to conclusions or in this case leap to them. You weren’t in a relationship but thanks to Malia, you were in Stiles’ mind. It was now public knowledge to the rest of the pack the extent of what had been going on between the two of you. Why you had both gone from thick of thieves to distant strangers.

Suddenly Malia must have realised that there may be a possible chance of getting Stiles back.

‘Creepy looking man thinks he can take my girl!’ He carried on talking to himself as he let himself into the building without buzzing. Still possessing a key as you had forgotten to claim it back. ‘Not a good enough boyfriend if he can’t get into the fucking building’ giggling to himself as if he was a one man comedic show.

Once he had reached the top floor, he came to find the hallway outside your flat was empty. No one was stood there apart from himself. So drunk Stiles took it upon himself to bang rather loudly on the front door without even saying a word. In his head he thought it was a great idea. That he would stop anything remotely sexy going on behind that door. But in reality all he did was frighten the girl he loved.

He began pounding on the door a second time, sparking more fear into your fragile state. Reaching for a third go, he was suddenly pulled away and dragged towards the lift.

Once the doors were shut locking the pair of them inside, Scott let go of his drunk friend. “Why did you do that for?” Stiles groaned as he slumped onto the floor of the moving vessel.

“I could ask you the same question?” Scott loved his friend the majority of the time, however even he had recognised the change in Stiles since that night. “What did you think you were going to achieve, huh? All you did was frighten that poor girl who had recently been in a traumatic experience.”

Stiles’ head fell into his hand as he began to rub his temple. Knowing now the mistake that he just made. Stumbling to get to his feet he reached for Scott for support. “I need to go and apologise Scott. At least let her know that the dick banging on her door was me.”

“I know. But I’m not letting you go in alone. She may not even answer to you, so best that I go on ahead.” Stiles nodded. Although he wanted to be the one who got to see those beautiful eyes first, he knew that it was best that he refrained from doing anymore damage.

The pair of them retraced their steps up the hallway to the door. Scott raised his fist and knocked gently, “Hey Y/N, it’s Scott. Could you open the door, please?” Both boys waited patiently for a response but nothing came. Scott raised his hand again when his ears perked up to the sound of something smashing against the floor.

“Did you hear that?” Stiles said a little more sober than he had been moments ago.

Scott nodded but gestured that his friend lower his voice. It could have been a coincidence but Stiles had a really bad feeling about it. “What are we doing out here Scott? Y/N could be in trouble.”

“We don’t know that Stiles.” Scott was just as worried as Stiles but thought if he showed his true feelings that it would rile Stiles back up again.

The sound of another item clattering to the floor was enough for Stiles to use the key that he was clutching between his fingers. An old response from his human and more fragile days. “Y/N!” Stiles screamed into the apartment. Alerting her that he was coming in uninvited just in case the clattering had been an accident.

Scott searched the apartment alongside his best friend. Walking towards the bedroom slowly just in case you weren’t decent. “Midge?” Stiles called again, the fear was riddled in his voice. Pushing the door open only to immediately fall into a crouched pose, screaming through gritted teeth as he noticed the broken window. The remnants of your presence felt as though he was reliving a nightmare.

Lying at the centre of the shards was the book that Stiles often teased you about. Knowing instantly what it was, your diary. Your diary had become a harbinger of bad news for Stiles over the years. Whenever you brought it out of captivity, Stiles knew right away that things were bad.

“Scott where is she?” It was almost hard to believe that Stiles was heavily drunk only minutes ago. Nothing like you getting into danger to sober up your one true soulmate who would die to protect you.

*

Unknown to you, the boys had just discovered the crime scene that was your bedroom. All you could think about was how much you wanted Stiles to hold you and tell you that everything was going to be okay.

For him to forgive you for acting the way that you did. For him to tell you those words one last time.

Pain rushed to your cheeks as you received another blow to the face. “Tell me where my fucking beta is.”

“Go to hell!” You cried.

Another strike. You knew that you could end all of this pain if you just told him where he could find Stiles but you couldn’t. That would be the ultimate betrayal. One that you were not willing to make. “Don’t be stupid little girl. Where the fuck is my Beta and his side kick Scott?”

You let out a pain stricken laugh. Spitting the blood at his feet, the ultimate disrespectful act. He didn’t like that one bit and grabbed you by your hair pulling your head towards his so that the spit from his snarling grimace hit you in the face. However, you continued to laugh through the pain.

“You shouldn’t create werewolves if you can’t keep on top of them.” Aggressively he released your hair and kicked your chair over, resulting in you hitting the back of your head onto the hard cement.

Then it all went black.

*

“He wants me more, you need to get as far away as you can.” Stiles shoved Scott from the doorway to the building where he was turned 3 months ago. “Get the others and tell them to run too.”

“I’m not leaving you, Stiles. He could kill you and you’re not as experienced as me in the whole werewolf thing.” This wasn’t the time to be underestimating Stiles’ ability to save the love of his life. He wasn’t going to let her go, not again. Walking out of that apartment was the biggest mistake he had ever made in his life.

“I’m not leaving you, you’d be stronger in a pack.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, annoyed that this discussion was cutting into his save the day time. “Hardly a pack when there is just the two of us, Scott.” He mocked, it’s what he does when he is stressed out.

“Good thing he called us then.” Liam called over to Stiles. He was closely followed by Derek, Lydia, Malia and even Isaac who surprised both of the boys by his appearance. “I’m with Scott on this one Stiles. Y/N is like a sister to me and like heck am I going to let you do this all by yourself.”

For such a little boy, he didn’t half have a ‘temper’ on him when he wanted it.

Malia rolled her eyes while Lydia held onto Stiles’ shoulder. “We’ll save her Stiles, I promise.”

“I thought you weren’t a big fan of Y/N. Why would you want to help?” He didn’t mean to sound ungrateful that the pack were willing to jump into the line of danger without a second thought. But he couldn’t help but think why Lydia or even Malia would want to lend a hand when it came to saving your life. Especially considering they avoided you or made harsh comments to your face every chance they got.

“She makes you happy Stiles. You’ve been miserable these passed few months. I want to see you happy again Stiles. Even if that means I have to finally let you go.”

Most people would smile or try to take in the moment for as long as possible. But not Stiles. He couldn’t think about anything other than the pain and torture you must be enduring inside that hell hole.

“Right, as lovely as this moment is…” Liam started, “… but we should probably enter the lair in order to save her.”

*

Surprisingly, after the lashings you received to the face and overall body, getting stabbed in the back was rather poetic.

Somehow you had managed to untangle yourself from the ties and somewhat crawl a metre or so before feeling the sharp blade enter your back.

You always thought that you’d die of something supernatural. Working with the pack didn’t exactly help in that department. Nether the less you didn’t think that you would die all alone protecting someone who may not even want your help anymore. You and Stiles felt like a distant memory. One that you so desperately wanted to hold onto.

Being a vet and knowing just how much blood you had lost, you knew that your time was almost up. Using the last amount of energy you had you screamed at the top of your lungs. “Stiles!” Blood splattered onto the floor in front of you while the tears poured from your eyes. You weren’t afraid of dying, that was bound to happen one day. You were afraid of dying all alone.

*

“Shh!” Stiles hushed the group, tilting his head to get a better listen of the echo sounding around them. His heart beat rapidly when he knew who it was and who she had called for. “This way!” He called to the pack who were advancing in the opposite direction, storming into action.

“What are you on about Stiles? She is this way!” Scott called back to his friend who was already running away from his pack and towards the voice. Had they not heard what he heard. It was clear as day, you were calling for him. That was all he needed to sprint into his possible execution.

He was exhausted he knew that much. Although he was not going to let that stop him from tracking you down. From saving you from the monster who had caused you so much pain. He desperately wanted to call to you, to make you aware that he was coming for you. But he couldn’t.

His footsteps echoed in his ears, almost in sync with his rapidly beating heart that was causing his head to pound.

‘I’m coming y/n, you’ll be okay!’ He kept telling himself over and over again in his mind.

The ringing stopped once he reached the cave like room. All he could hear was a high pitched piercing sound as he saw what could only be described as a blood bath. From where he was standing, he couldn’t tell if you were alive or dead.

“Come on out Stiles. You arrived just on time to see your little friend die.”

Stiles hated this man. He hated what he had made him, hated what he had done to you, and hated how your friendship with Stiles was wrecked because of him.

“Stiles! No!” You cried through the pain. Stiles had walked right into his trap. The Alpha didn’t care whether you lived or died. He knew that Stiles would come. But more importantly, he knew that he wouldn’t come alone. Although you hated to admit it, the beast was clever. He knew full well that as long as you were alive, Stiles would do anything to save you.

He rushed over to you and held your head in his lap, towering over you letting his tears fall onto your face. “Why didn’t you run? You should have stayed away.” You croaked.

“I couldn’t do that Midge.” He kissed your forehead as you started to choke on your tears. Rocking you ever so slightly. “You’re my girl, right?” As long as he held onto you, Stiles thought that he’d be able to take your pain away. Nothing happened, no black veins sucking the painful feeling that flowed throughout your body were in sight.

You smiled as Stiles cursed under his breath. “Why won’t this fucking work! I’m a fucking terrible werewolf and an even worse friend!”

All you could see was your true love being there, to be the last thing you may possibly see before you closed your eyes for maybe the last time. “I’m so cold Stiles.”

“Shh,” he lulled stroking your face but at the same time smearing some blood onto your bruised cheeks. “You’re going to be okay, princess I promise.” Repeating his kiss to the top of your head.

Your hand gripped onto his hand, holding on as tightly as you could. Even through the piercing squeals in your ears you could hear the stampede of footsteps rushing towards the pair of you.

“Oi you!” Stiles tried to sound affirmative, failing through the breaks in his voice. “If you save her..”

“Stiles no don’t do it!” Scott interrupted from what felt like miles away. You turned your head slightly to follow the voice. The pack was being held off by more of the Alphas army.

“If you save her,” he repeated kissing your head once again, “I’ll join you and your fucking army. But only if you help her.”

“Deal!” The alpha’s grin made you feel sick. He got what he wanted. After all this pain and torture you endured.

“Stiles?” You cried as the alpha started to come closer to you. “No! Don’t touch me!” Turning your head up you tried to plead to Stiles to not let him turn you. To not leave with him after all this was done. If you were going to live, you wanted to live a life with Stiles, not without him. You’ve already tried that and it was more painful than anything you had gone through that evening.

The floodgates opened in his eyes as he let them stream down his face. “I have to Midge, you need to live.” The alpha rested on his knee and roughly grabbed your arm. “Hey! Don’t be so rough with her. I already said I’d join your fucking party of maniacs.”

He just grinned as you winced, “No! No! No!” You repeated as you attempted to pry your arm back. “Stiles please! I don’t want to go on without you. I – I love you!”

His hand squeezed tighter on the hand he’d been clutching. “I love you so much you won’t ever believe. That’s why I have to do this, for you.”

The alpha’s fangs pinched and were anything but pleasurable as some freaks like to think. You screamed at the top of your lungs. Wriggling in Stiles’ lap. That was when Stiles broke down. His whole form broke down as he fell on top of you, pulling you as close as he could to his body. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.” He spat into your hair.

The alpha rose to his feet and practically orgasmed over the carnage he had created. “You’re mine now Stilangi!”

“It’s pronounced Stilinski!” Noah Stilinski’s authoritative voice rang throughout the cave, bouncing off of the walls. Alongside was Chris Argent who directly fired the entire contents of the gun cartridge into the alpha’s chest causing him to fall onto the floor.

*

You woke to the familiar sound of beeping. Only this time around it wasn’t the typical hospital room that you’ve lately come to recognise. From the interior design, you knew that Melissa had pulled some strings and managed to get you a bed in the hospital that was out of the way and secluded.

Scanning the room you found a few familiar sleeping faces. Scott was in the corner with Liam leaning on his shoulder completely and utterly passed out. Derek, Lydia, Malia and Isaac however were nowhere to be seen. Which was understandable considering the girls didn’t really like you all that much, the fact that Isaac doesn’t live in town anymore and that Derek was most likely surveying the exterior of the building. Ensuring that no trouble came your way while you recovered.

You felt a twitch in your right hand, and there was Stiles. Flopped in a chair holding onto your hand like it was his one and only lifeline. Even when he was asleep, he managed to make you smile.

Then all the memories all came flooding back and you were no longer smiling. He was dead, he was finally out of our lives. “Hey, are you okay!” Stiles panicked but managed to keep his voice hushed so that he didn’t raise the others. “What’s wrong are you in pain?”

You shook your head and there it was, pain. “Scratch that.” You winced. Stiles smiled and smoothed the strand of hair that fell over your eyes.

You couldn’t help it but you leaned into his hand as he cupped your cheek. “You don’t have to pretend, it’s me Midge.” His eyes searched yours. This isn’t an unordinary act for Stiles, he always knew when something was bothering you and it wasn’t the pain you were experiencing. Surprising, from what you could remember from the beatings you had taken, you’d thought the pain would be far worse. Almost unbearable.

“I’m so sorry Stiles. I wish I never told you to leave that night.” Stiles stood from his seat and joined you on the bed. You lifted your head and rested it on top of his chest. He knew from past experiences that when you’d get worked up, listening to his heart as well as the rise and fall of his chest while he breathed calmed you down almost instantly.

“Shh, Midge it’s okay. You could throw me out everyday and I’d still come back to you.” You let out a half laugh half cry. “I’ll never leave you again.” He whispered into your hair as he pecked at your head with kisses.

“Promise?” It didn’t mean to come out as childish as it did. Like you were back at the clinic with Mischief, the little boy who went on to save your life.

“Promise.”

You’ve declared your love for each other a few times since the first accident at the clinic. But you’d both never actually acted on it. Something always got in the way. You looked up at your soulmate, whose face was covered in worry, not to mention the dark bags under his eyes and tear stained cheeks. He’d probably been up for hours crying himself to sleep.

Your eyes locked onto his. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, he was happy to be with you again. You were alive and that was the only thing that mattered to him.

Through the pain you pushed yourself up so that your lips traced his. It wasn’t at all sexy or in any way passionate. It hurt to kiss him, but it was worth it to see his smile afterwards which you reciprocated. “I love you Mischief.”

He delicately helped you back down so that you were led comfortably next to him and no longer propped up on your bandaged arms. Leaning over you he kissed you back. This time it was everything you ever pictured it to be. “I love you so much Midge.”

He ran his hands softly up and down your arms until he reached the white bandage. When his hands trailed over the material you noticed something. Well more so didn’t feel something, pain.

That was when it all came flooding back. The alpha, Stiles and the deal they made right before Chris filled his chest with silver bullets. “Wait!” Stiles cried a you reached for the parchment.

You removed it before he could stop you. There it was, nothing. You scanned the rest of your body where you knew you had received the worst blows from that evening. There weren’t any marks. “I didn’t want to tell you right away. I didn’t want to overwhelm you.”

“I’m a werewolf aren’t I?” Stiles didn’t say anything just nodded. You fell into his arms crying. You weren’t mad at him, he was only trying to save you. That was all he ever tried to do, save you.

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From Mystic to Beacon

Summary: Moving from Mystic Falls to Beacon Hills. You found that things worked a little differently around here. Things were not the same for you as they were for all the other werewolves in this town. You had to hold a large amount of guilt over your head.

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader

Inspiration: Teen Wolf x The Vampire Diaries

Word count: 3,683

Good girls don’t exist. It’s just a few words thrown together to make the other girls look bad. You see I’m not what they would call a good girl. I’m not necessarily bad, but that doesn’t automatically make me a good girl. No good deeds could rule out the mistakes that I have made in the past that had resulted in me gaining a golden membership into the bad girls club.

You see I have this problem, with my anger. It used to be something that I could handle, only I can’t now. My anger got worse the day that I moved into Beacon Hills. You could say that it was heightened, or you could just jump to the fact that I am indeed a werewolf and I am now surrounded by this great force of supernatural activity. Not that I know who any of them are.

I used to live in Mystic Falls with my brother Tyler. That was until it turned into a ghost town and everyone left. Now the thrill seekers go there to see if they can come across a blood sucking vampire. It’s weird to think that the place that I used to call my home was now treated like an amusement park.

Like Tyler, I was cursed with my ‘gift.’ And I tread over the word ‘gift’ very lightly. There is nothing special about being what I am, especially considering what it cost to be what I am.

Remember what I said about not being a good girl. Well hold onto that thought because this is where it comes into things. When I was fifteen, I was involved in a drink driving situation. Stupidly enough, intoxicated me thought that it was a good idea for myself to drive. Little did my idle mind know how idiotic that sounded.

Anyway long story short, the car inevitably drifted off the road and dived right into the river. Accident or not, it was my fault that my best friend died. What happened next was months of pure agonising pain as I began to shift uncontrollably under the full moons control.

That my friends, is how you can not be a good girl when you know deep down you could never be. I ended someone’s life, I deserved to die too. I deserved much worse than the misery that I suffer as I’m surrounded by weirdos and well more weirdos. I got to live no matter how shit the life was.

*

You slammed shut the diary in which you had been writing in peacefully for the past twenty minutes of ‘recess.’ Also known as your very late principle that you had been waiting for. ‘Punctuality is key,’ obviously wasn’t something that the teachers considered themselves.

It wasn’t as if you were in any hurry to get back to lesson. You’d been pulled out for a reason. One that you argued wasn’t your fault anyway. You can’t help but find the words that escaped the obnoxious girls in front of your desk to be somewhat unbearable. That was an excuse for what came next right?

Back in Mystic Falls, you used to be one of these girls. Chatting away about the unimportant things in life like bags, shoes and makeup. Oh and ‘did you see it, Kyle just totally checked you out’ phrases that today made the bile in your stomach churn.

It was so easy for them to be themselves everyday of the week. For you, you had to balance life as an individual with supernatural abilities and the responsibilities of a senior in high school. You’d give your left arm to go back and be well a more mature version of these two.

“Miss Y/L/N back again I take it. Who did you upset this time?” By now the principle had assigned you a slot in his schedule. ‘Y/F/N drama of the day (insert issue here.)’

“You know me, short tempered and all. Must just get off on the thrill of it all.” He plucked the detention slip that your teacher had signed, issuing the reason behind your dismissal from lesson, from your hand. “I still argue that she cut off her own ponytail. Girls are very bendy these days.”

The stern expression on his face showed no sign of amusement to your very poor attempt at a jokey justification. He knew too well that the trouble you were going to be in from not only the school, but the girls parents too.

“Now Miss Y/L/N you have got to understand that we have standards here. You can’t go around doing whatever the fuck you want to whoever you want.” This wasn’t exactly a school with very high standards if the principle threw around curse words like that to his students. But you weren’t exactly the average student, were you.

“Detention after class.” He shouted. “For the rest of the week.” He added. You wanted to argue back that he was being totally unreasonable, but that was a little hard to do when you were still holding onto the scissors that you had used to dismember a part of Hayden’s body. Even if it was something that would grow back. You’d even argue that she looked better with a shorter length style.

“You know the drill. Take yourself straight to isolation. You can spend the rest of the day in there. Then I expect to find you in detention after school.” The usual authoritative stance resumed as he stood and pointed to the door. Your queue to leave.

*

Isolation was boring, it was isolation after all. You were sat in box pods that you’d find if you went to go and vote or take a test in a proper test centre. The teachers thought that a poxy bit of wood in the middle of two people would automatically prohibit them from talking.

Half the time the teachers who are on watch for any inappropriate behaviour, end up asleep. Probably easing a hangover from the previous day. Those were the days that allowed everyone to chill out on their phones or chat away at their hearts content.

Being a werewolf and all that, you were aware that there was someone else in the room. You could here them breathing quite heavily. Part of you thought that the poor guy may have been asthmatic. Only you knew too well. He was suffering a panic attack. Scanning the room, you had noticed that the teacher didn’t even bother to show up. Just your luck for the past hour you’d been a model student for no one to witness.

Leaping up from your seat you moved around to the poor boy who was holding his head in his hands. His hands were red from gripping tightly onto his hair. “Hey, breath with me okay.” You had no clue who this guy was. But you could tell from the ten claws clinging onto the back of his head, what he was.

If you didn’t want him to completely lose control and blow his cover and possibly your own, you were going to have to help him through this. Slowly you guided him through his breaths. Taking each one at a time. He didn’t calm right away, but he did become slightly at ease having you beside him.

“All better now?” You asked as the boy lifted his head, making it level with yours. He didn’t answer you, which partly made you want to shake him if it wouldn’t send him back into a frenzy. “You feeling better now?” You repeated.

The young boy nodded and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Yes uh, thanks.” He tried his best to avoid eye contact with you. He didn’t want you to notice his eyes. He still thought that you didn’t know the truth of what he was.

“What’s your name pup?” Being subtle never was one of your specialities growing up, even before becoming what you were. Being blunt was far more easier to find out the truth.

He looked shocked, scared even. Since changing, he has been told that this is a secret that he must keep from anyone and everyone. A simple panic attack had just sent him over the edge and outed his biggest secret on the planet.

“How- how did you know?” He stuttered as he still didn’t want to come to terms with his little accident. “I mean what are you on about pup?”

“Save it.” Surveying the room to find the teacher still vacant, you popped out your claws exposing their supernatural length. “Your secret is safe with me.” You winked at him, allowIng a small smile to fall onto your lips. The first one that had been there in days.

“I-i-I’m Liam. Liam Dunbar.” He held his hand out towards you for you to take. Something that no one had done in a very long time. People feared you at this school, or just avoided you. The new girl wasn’t to be messed with. Even if ‘the new girl’ had been here for a year and still went by the term ‘the new girl.’

Taking his hand in yours you graciously shook it. “Y/N, nice to meet you Liam.” The room fell silent for a little while. Both of you not knowing what was the next thing to say. What they could say and what was off bounds were hard to determinate.

“So Liam, what happened?” You gestured to him in general. Obviously meaning how he became what he was.

“Well. My Alpha, Scott. He saved me from being dragged off of a building by just one of the few threats that we have been responsible for stopping in this town. When I was falling, he had no other choice but to bite me to hold me up. If it wasn’t for the bite, I would have died.”

You remained stunned. You had no clue what Liam was on about. You’d not once, in all the time that you had been what you are, heard any werewolf be turned by a bite. It almost sounded as simple as becoming a vampire. “Wait a second.” Holding your hands up to signify that he should pause. “You mean you didn’t kill someone?”

The expression on his face was completely horrified. You were no longer the fascinating enigma that you’d previously been for him. You only became something that he now feared. He had no idea who he was sitting in front of. Your name had a reputation in this school for being a bad girl. But not once was any clarification made that you were in fact a murderer. “Kill. You mean you killed someone to be what you are?”

Slowly Liam edged his way out of his seat and back towards the classroom wall. Anyone would think that you were a diseased zombie that wanted to feast on his brain.

Your head fell. Any hope that you may have had that you may actually be able to make some friends in this town had now dissipated. Liam was now afraid of you. There was no going back from that fear that he now held in his eyes.

It must be easy to be a werewolf without having the guilt of what it cost you held over your head everyday. No matter how much you wanted to go back, claim you got ‘bitten’ too, you couldn’t. So ever so slightly, you nodded your head and admitted defeat. Slumping back into your chair. All you could hear as you now provided him a clear path, was the slamming of the door. He’d left in fear of what you are.

*

It was the next day and you had clocked onto that familiar face in the halls. He was surrounded by a group of other seniors that you recognised from a few of your classes. One in particular stood out to you and that was the boy who was nodding along to every word that fell from Liam’s mouth. That must be the Alpha, Scott.

The weird part was, most of them had supernatural auras about them. All but one. The smaller one beside Liam. The one who nervously tugged at his back pack straps as the others seemed to be coming up with a plan. Was he the Alaric of the group, Matt perhaps? The only human surrounded by physically enhanced beings?

So instead you admitted defeat, you turned around and left the hallway.

Once you were out of earshot, Liam continued the argument that he was having with Scott. “You don’t get it Scott. When she found out that I was bitten, her words were ‘you mean you didn’t kill someone?’” He paused as he was dumbfounded why his Alpha didn’t understand how crazy that was. “Scott I was talking to a murderer. It doesn’t fucking matter if she was cute, she is a stone cold murderer.”

Prior to today, Liam had given the low down on his encounter in the before hours version of detention. He told them how he’d met this really attractive girl who helped him through the panic attack that he was having. Instantly the pack was thrilled. They couldn’t be more happy that Liam had finally found someone who he could possibly connect with.

By the time he got to the part where he told them that you were a werewolf, one that apparently killed someone to become one. They were a little less thrilled than they had previously been.

Only today it seemed to be a completely different story. Scott actually seemed to be trying to come to terms with it. As if your situation was a normal occurrence when not even Deaton had heard of this happening before.

His arms crossed over his chest. The muscles in his arms stood out as he took a sharp breath. “Did you even ask her for her story?” Liam remained silent and small, which was all the answer that Scott needed to know that he was right. “It may be different from where she is from.”

Liam knew that he was right. Only he didn’t want to go up to a murderer and ask her how she murdered someone to find out how she became what she is. Why she was different to him. “Just ask her and then make your decision on whether to avoid her or not.”

*

For once you actually made it a whole day without ending up in isolation. What sucked was that you still had to stay behind for an extra hour. You still had detention for the whole week. Meaning, you had been prohibited from running home as fast as you possibly could to get away from the shit hole that is your life.

You were standing in the line to leave detention, which for once was particularly small. Most people don’t get week detentions. That and most people try to stay out of trouble on a Friday. They don’t want to disrupt their gateway to the weekend.

It had possibly been the most agonising hour going. Mainly because you felt as though you didn’t deserve it. For once you had been on your best behaviour and yet there you were back in that room. It didn’t matter that you were about to leave. You still felt as though one ponytail was not worth this much time inside.

Anyone would think that you had been to prison the way that you often overreacted to your punishments.

Finally the teacher allowed you all to leave. Filing out one by one from the organised queue of a few that had been gathered by the door for the passed five minutes.

You didn’t expect to find a petite well built boy leaning up against the wall that mirrored the door you were walking through. Instinctively you carried on walking, leaving him behind. It didn’t occur to you that he had stayed behind for you. Not when the look that he had yesterday returned to your memory.

Liam was shocked when you didn’t stop. In fact you had almost left the building when he had finally shook himself from the daze he was in. “Y/N! Wait.” He called which resulted in a few stares from everyone but you. Suddenly your ears were filled with the clattering of footsteps as Liam jogged towards you.

“I need to talk to you about yesterday. I nee-”

“Don’t bother. It’s fine, I’m a monster I get it.” You said your back still to him as you carried on walking trying to pretend that he wasn’t following you.

“No!” He grabbed your hand and whipped you around so that you were now facing him. “I got it wrong. I’d like to hear your story if you’d let me.” His eyes were soft and what appeared to be quite sincere.

The word pup came back to mind. The way that he looked so damn adorable when he fixed his eyes on yours. “Not here. Fancy a road trip?” You paused as you remembered the closeness he had with his pack. “You can bring your pack if you’d like.”

*

In your car there was Liam in the front, Lydia and Malia in the back. Stiles as he so happened to introduce himself, was following behind in his jeep with Scott alongside him.

Your initial thought that you had about him had been right. He was the only human in the pack.

“Where are we going?” Liam asked as you continued to keep your eyes fixed on the road. You’d asked the pack to come along for a few reasons. You wanted to make sure that they knew the truth about who you are and how you came to be what you are. As well as having the hope that one day you may be invited into the pack.

“Home.” You were taking them to Mystic Falls to introduce them to one person who could truly divulge your biggest secret as well as what really goes down in this town where the supernatural was concerned. Klaus Mikaelson.

Liam looked highly concerned when he spotted the mysterious figure lingering against the tree in the darkness that surrounded him. Noticing that Liam wasn’t exactly jumping for joy when he saw your best friend, you reached for his hand and squeezed. “Don’t worry Liam. His bark is worse than his bite.”

“So he’s a werewolf then?” You laughed a little when you heard him gulp.

When you had all gathered around the tree, you quickly threw your arms around the tall British man. “You wanted to know why I was different. Well there is no one better than Klaus to tell you the whole story. About what really happens in this town.”

*

By the time Klaus had finished divulging the whole truth about this messed up town, everyone was left speechless. Klaus didn’t stay for long after that. He decided to leave when everyone had been left gobsmacked after hearing the words Hybrid and original vampire.

Liam pulled you aside from the group as they began to disperse. “Can I just talk to you a minute?” You agreed but kept your distance. You didn’t want to over think things and start to catching feelings for someone who could quite possibly be still weary of you.

“I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t know everything and now that I do, I feel terrible.” His head fell as he watched the blades of grass sway in the wind. It made you feel worse knowing that he blamed himself for not only what had happened to you, but for over reacting before he knew the full truth.

“Liam it’s okay.” His head was still facing the floor. More than anything you wanted to avoid those puppy dog eyes. But you couldn’t you had to lock your eyes onto his. You had to make sure he knew that you had forgiven him.

Ever so gently you placed your hand on his cheek. The cold sensation of your skin startled him from his thoughts. “Hey! It’s okay.” His eyes were wide light a deer caught in the headlines. He hadn’t thought that those words would leave your lips this soon.

His hand snatched your free hand. While the other slid to the back of your head pulling your lips onto his. You’d never thought that you’d be kissing him, especially not tonight. Considering the way that he reacted the day before.

You pushed him back harshly than you had meant.

Immediately tears flooded his eyes as he stumbled over his words. “S-s-s-Sorry. I s-shouldn’t h-have done t-that.”

“No you shouldn’t have!” You snapped. Crossing your arms across your chest to show that you were annoyed. He continued to stumble over his words as he tried to edge away from you the second time this week.

When he turned you snapped up his hand and pulled him back. “You shouldn’t have kissed me. Because that was what I wanted to do.” Your lips gripped onto his as if they were a life raft that would save you from drowning.

You didn’t want to pull away this time. You didn’t want to do anymore damage than you had already done. Neither did Liam, he held onto you tightly just in case you chose to repeat your previous actions.

There was something different about this kiss. It burned with desire. Something that you had not once experienced in your life. Maybe you were meant to become this, and maybe he was. Maybe it was written in the stars for you to move to Beacon Hills, to meet Liam and terrify him.

In the end, every mistake we make leads us to the very greatest something.

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Surgeon to the Stiles (pt 2)

Author’s Note: You all asked for it, here it is. After plenty of requests here is part two. I have left the ending open for a possible third part. Let me know what you think and if you think this journey should continue.

PART 1

Previous Request:  A Stiles x reader where shes chubby and short, so she doesn’t think Stiles could ever like her when he has liked Lydia and Malia in the past. (Anonymous)

Summary: You were a vital part of the pack, the vet. Also known as the girl that was useful for something. One problem was, you were in love with the only other human on the team. It didn’t help that you were not his type, supernatural of some sort with the looks of an angel.

Warning : Swearing (as to be expected by now.)

Paring : Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count : 5,042

Silence fell in the waiting room, both boys terrified for what was to come.

“I love her.” Stiles whispered a second time.

“Me too.” Scott reciprocated.

Melissa finally appeared in the doorway, a sombre expression on her face…

…“Mom?” Scott asked hopefully and eagerly, never being one for the dramatics.

Melissa wiped her tear stained eyes. “She is stable now, but she is still being monitored closely.” She whispers as she made her way towards her son. “She needs to get some rest, and by the dark circles under your eyes Stiles. I suggest you both go home and get some sleep.”

“Go home!” Stiles barked. His emotions were definitely heightened and more importantly, they were completely all over the place. “I cant go home! I’ve spent the last month at home when I should have been with her.”

It’s not like he meant to raise his voice with the only other mother figure he knew. But the girl he loved almost slipped right through his fingers and he was adamant that he wouldn’t let that happen ever again.

“Sti-” Scott spoke up but was instantly talked over.

“No Scott!” He snapped, “I’m sorry Melissa, but I’m staying here.” Ever so calmly, Melissa held out her hand to the boy who was hurting, resting it compassionately on his shoulder. Unknown to Melissa, this was what you always did for him whenever Stiles had one of his panic attacks. It was a trick that you had picked up along the way. You’d hold onto him as you guided him through his breaths. “Why cant I see her Mel? P- please let me see her.”

Scott’s mother remained calm and silent while Scott turned to his best friend. “Stiles just give it some time. You don’t want her to see you like this do you?”

His head fell knowing the words escaping his friend’s mouth were true. He couldn’t let you see him this rough. The general appearance of Stiles at the hospital, was a close comparison to when he was possessed by the Nogitsune. Only Stiles’ brain wasn’t flipped to rational, not since he found you lying there in so much pain.

He desperately tried to take away your pain, but he couldn’t. Unfortunately, he still hadn’t got the hang of the whole werewolf thing. He didn’t know how to do it, no matter how much he wished that he could.

The one thing he had on his mind, was how much he had failed you. He wasn’t there, he didn’t protect you. Some best friend he turned out to be.

“Scott?” Stiles’ eyebrows narrowed along with his trailing thoughts. Something clicked in his brain. Something that he had overlooked when Melissa came out with news about you. “You said you loved her?” When Scott’s head fell, it was all the answer that he needed. “But you’re not in love with her, are you?”

Scott didn’t move. He didn’t have to. His heartbeat gave away his truth. “You’re in love with my Y/N?” He questioned again wanting to hear his best friend say it. To feel the magnitude of his betrayal as the words left his mouth. “Scott!” He barked once again that evening.

Slowly Scott lifted his head from where he had been staring at the floor, for quite some time. “I do love her Stiles. But I would never do anything about it. I couldn’t do that to you and her!”  

“Her?” Stiles asked, “her!” he repeated. “You mean she actually likes me back?” Those were the words that Stiles so desperately needed to hear. It filled him with joy, knowing that you reciprocated his love.

However, the once calm and collected Stiles didn’t last very long. “You knew she liked me back! And yet you didn’t say anything? Was that why she avoided me? Did you tell her to?”

Scott backed off slightly, sensing a dangerous rise in Stiles’ temper. “It wasn’t my place to tell you Stiles. Is that why you think she kept her distance this month?”

The words did nothing to calm a raging Stiles who continued to close the distance between himself and Scott. “She stayed away because I knew she loved you. I could hear every time her heart skipped a beat whenever she was around you. How was she meant to keep that a secret from you, now you are what you are?”

Scott’s back hit the wall in the hallway of the hospital. No longer having anywhere left to go. “She doesn’t hate werewolves, Scott. If she could stick by me through the drama of the Nogitsune, she can stick by me through this, now.”

“You’re not getting it Stiles. She loves you, but she doesn’t think that you could love her back. She’d always compare herself to Lydia and Malia. Which didn’t do any good for her self esteem. She never believed that she would be good enough for you. She was not ready to have her heart broken!”

Stiles let the words sink in this time, allowing Melissa to pull him away from her son. “She doesn’t know I love her! She doesn’t think I can!” Immediately hearing himself say those words, he broke down in tears. “I need her to know Scott. I need her to know that I do.”

Slowly Melissa guided Stiles back over to the chairs. Lowering his ghost like body onto the surface. Scott joined his broken down friend, holding him the way he had before his mother had come out.

This time Stiles didn’t argue with Melissa or Scott. He simply gave in and allowed Scott to take him home. “She needs to know.” Was the last thing he said before he was escorted out of the hallway that led right to you.

~

When you woke up, you were alone in a hospital room. Pain flowed through most of your body the second you tried to move. The last real thing you remembered was Stiles’ voice seeping in through the cracks of your unconsciousness, “I need you, you’re my anchor!”

Some anchor you are, you mocked as you gazed upon your many visitors. Or lack of. You so wanted to believe that those words were real. That you may actually mean more to Stiles than you originally thought. However, if that were true, where was he?

“Morning sleepy head!” Melissa walked into your room. She went about completing your medical observations without saying a word. The silence was killing you. More than anything you wanted to know where Stiles and her son were.

Noticing your disappointed eyes as she mended to your drip, she eventually spoke. “Scott had to take Stiles home last night. He was in a right state when they brought you here. I told him to go home and get some rest.”

“Why-” You began to cough, your voice dry from a lack of fluids for quite some time. Melissa handed you a cup of water after your small coughing fit. Within seconds, the full cup of water was empty. “Why was he in a state?” It was a stupid question, you knew it, and yet you still found yourself asking it.

“He thought you were going to die. All he kept saying was that he couldn’t lose you.” She paused, knowing this was not her information to deliver. “I’ll ring them now, let them know you’re awake.” Practically running out of the door, she grabbed the phone and dialled Scott’s number. “Hey Scott, Y/N is awake. Oh and bring Stiles, I think I may have put my foot in it.”

~

No longer than ten minutes had passed since Melissa’s little visit and the definitive foot in mouth syndrome that she displayed during your medical observations. Something was up and you knew it. Melissa was always quite calm and collected. Nothing about her sprinting out of the room was calm or collected.

Your theories were pushed to the back of your head when you saw Stiles.

Stiles manically ran passed your window and pushed through your door. “Y/N!” He screamed out of breath the instant he was in your room. Only it wouldn’t be Stiles if he didn’t manage to find the one wet patch in the whole hospital, slipping over almost instantly.

If it didn’t hurt to laugh, you would have been. You missed your Stiles. Especially your clumsy unbalanced Stiles.

“Are you okay?” You ask instead as you lean over your bed to observe the boy you loved lying flat on his back on the hospital floor. Completely wiped out.

“Isn’t that what we are supposed to be asking you?”Scott asks after entering the room. He wasn’t that surprised to find Stiles on his back in the middle of the room. Extending his hand out to him, lifting him up from where he had landed.

Once on his feet, Stiles eyed your stomach. His mind filled with flashbacks of that night. How he felt the moment he saw you laying there on the floor, bleeding out and close to death. Even though you were fine, Stiles couldn’t help but picture you in the same position you were in that night in the clinic. “Stiles?” You asked when he hadn’t answered you. Lost inside of his own head.

“What?” He shook his head, quite literally shaking the memory away.

“Are you okay? Melissa told me you were pretty rough?” He nodded as he joined you by the side of your bed. His fingers wrapped around yours as he squeezed it harder than he had expected.

“You scared me midge.” As Stiles resided by the side of your bed. Scott remained standing by your feet. After the events that happened yesterday, he thought it would probably be best to keep his distance. “Are we okay, Y/N?” Stiles asked, the thought of you avoiding him popped back into his head.

As much as you wanted to say no, to keep the distance that you had created that past month. You couldn’t lie to him any more. He was your best friend and you needed him, and according to the possible last words you heard him say. He needed you too.

“Always, Stiles.” You ruffle his hair. Something you always did back in the days when he was still in school to remind him that you were older and wiser than him.

Regardless of how much Stiles wanted to tell you how he felt. This wasn’t the time. He needed to make it special. After everything that you had been through, you deserved to be treated like a princess. Special was exactly how his confession needed to be.

He eyed up his surroundings, deeming this to be the exact opposite. A hospital room with Scott and his mum, and you who had just come round from surgery. Definitely not the right time or place, nor was it romantic. Stiles had kept this secret for a while, it couldn’t hurt to keep it for a little longer.

~

The day had finally come for you to be discharged from the hospital. It had been about a month or so that you had spent eating hospital food as you sat on your ass all day and watched the world go by.

You could have probably left a while ago. But thanks to your over protective father and friends who care about you, they persisted that you over stay your welcome.  

Half of the time, you couldn’t help but feel like you were a burden to the people that you loved. They chose to take time out of their busy schedules to come and see you. Preventing them from doing things that were far more important than leaning over your bed and asking how you were feeling for the fortieth time that day.

It wasn’t just Stiles and Scott out of the pack who came to visit you. The whole pack made an appearance, which included the devil incarnate herself. You really would have preferred it if they made less of a fuss. The two boys and maybe Derek were the only ones apart from your dad and Deaton that you really wanted to see.

Although, you shouldn’t complain. They were there because they cared about you. They wanted you to get better. Being the runt of the pack, this was something new for you to experience. Never really feeling like many of the other members, apart from Stiles, paid that much attention to you.

Part of you thought that the only reason they invited you to become part of the pack was because of your extensive knowledge of the supernatural world. It was crazy and 10 years too late to be thinking about stupid things like that. But there were no time limits on theories and propaganda.

“Are you excited to be home?” Stiles voice rang through your ears as he assisted you out of his jeep. (I know what you are thinking ‘Cars! I hate cars! What am I doing inside of a Jeep?’ ) The answer was simple, you were in an accident, you had been considerably hurt. It would be fucking stupid for you to walk the extensive trip from Beacon Hills’ General to your home.

Stiles was the first one to volunteer to be the lucky one that had to deal with you inside of a motorised vehicle. Being the only one who knew your past history and dislike for them, you thought he’d be your best bet. That and he looked so darn cute when he quite literally raised his hand like a little child in class.

Still being deathly afraid of cars, you were a little shaky at first. Gripping onto both your worn out seat and the door all at the same time. Around half of the journey, you did start to ease a little. At first you weren’t aware that it was because of Stiles.

In the middle of a minor panic attack that you were having in the car, Stiles reached down and placed one hand on your knee. As you gazed down at his hand, you slowly felt at ease. That was when you noticed something. The black shade replicating his veins, travelling up his wrist. He had done it finally. He managed to take away your pain.

“You did it.” You cried, proud of him. You were aware that he was finding the tricks of the trade a little difficult to pick up. When you saw him complete one of the only things that made you envious of his werewolf status, you couldn’t help but well up a little.

As you hopped out of the car, your eyes fell upon your apartment building. “You could say that.” Stiles was quick to shut the door behind you and replace his hands around your waist. Giving you the impression that he had very little faith in your ability to keep your balance. “You know I can walk right. I can take it from here, you can head on home if you’d like.”

“No chance.” His fingers interlocked with your own sending a small flutter to your heart. Cursing yourself but at the same time praying he didn’t notice any difference. Fat chance of that happening. Stiles noticed almost immediately. He’d spent the entire time you were in the hospital working on his abilities. That way he’d be able to help more, and not be the pathetic little puppy who couldn’t do the simple things.

“I am not leaving your side again. Nothing bad is every going to happen to you ever again. I will make sure of it.”

Stiles was different since the accident. He put up this wall where he tried to pretend as though nothing fazed him any more. He was willing to die to protect his best friend, especially you. Seeing first hand the pain that you had been in, you remained number one at the top of his list of priorities.

You’d sensed the shift in Stiles, you liked the new found cockiness that he tried to deliver. But deep down. He was the same fun loving Stiles who runs into a hospital room and falls over on the smallest patch of water.

“I believe you.” You knew exactly how he felt. You’d experienced first hand that 'I’d die for you’ feeling the night of the accident. Only it wasn’t an accident, like everyone had been calling it. It was the night that your verbal promise to protect Stiles at all costs, came true.

Flashback

It wouldn’t be you if you weren’t working late on a Saturday. You cleared the surfaces that had been coated in a mixture of fur, blood and unmentionables. Your mind flicked to Stiles, something it hadn’t done as much as it used to since you vowed to keep your distance a month ago. All you could think about was the way his face would look if he caught the slightest glimpse of the surgery table.

The corners of your lips curled into a faint smile. You missed him. Just thinking about how much you missed him, smacked the smile right off of your face. That was when it dawned on you that what you were doing was completely and utterly stupid. He was your best friend. How could you avoid him when he meant so much to you.

So what if Stiles didn’t feel the same way. Stiles was the kindest person you knew. He wouldn’t find your feelings to be disgusting or inappropriate. He’d understand even if those said feelings were not reciprocated. You had to tell him.

Holding back the way you felt was driving you crazy. It was obviously easier before when he was unable to sense and detect heart signals, that is if he had mastered the skill yet. Avoiding him was killing you. Which was why you had to tell him tonight.

Your heart did a little excited yet nervous jump at your plan. Rushing over to the front door, you flipped the sign from open to closed and bolted the door in three different places. Couldn’t be too careful these days.

The final checks were made on the animals. Making sure that they had enough water in their bowls to make it through the night. Locking the door behind you to keep them safe.

All of a sudden the shear excitement and giddiness of what was to come, was instantly replaced with deadly fear. The large window that stood quite high up on the surgery wall, was now shattered. Leaving a puddle of glass in the middle of the practice.

A large hand clasped around your neck and pinned you to the nearest wall, your feet inches from the ground. By the overall look of the assailant, he was a werewolf. Going by the size of him, he was this new Alpha threat. The Alpha responsible for possibly ruining your friendship with Stiles. He snarled at you exposing his supernatural fangs. Allowing a pungent smell to hit you straight in the face.

“Where is my useless excuse for a beta, Stiles Stilinski. And more importantly, his best friend Scott McCall?”His voice bellowed out through the surgery, echoing off of the sterilized walls. He took your silence to be very rude and offensive. Not forgetting very unhelpful. “Tell me now little girl. I will not be as kind as those pathetic werewolves you call a pack.”

Your breath now hitched in your throat. You couldn’t tell him and you wouldn’t. If he knew where Stiles was, he would take him from you and everyone else. Or worse, hurt him. “Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you.” You spat quite literally in his face. Not the best move as it was sure to be something that would anger this large freak of nature.

Using his free hand, the Alpha wiped away the spit that landed on his face. “So brave. Too bad it is going to get you killed.” He let out a half hearted fake laugh at your attempt to be intimidating.

“You can do whatever the fuck you want to me. I’ll never help you find Stiles or-” Before you could finish, the Alpha stabbed you with the largest piece of glass from where he had shattered the window.

“I warned you.” He practically sang, watching your body sink. As he left he threw your limp body across the room. You landed smack bang in the centre of the practice, on top of more glass. In the corner of you eye you noticed your phone lying on top of the counter, mere meters away from your failing body. If only you could have reached it, if only you could move.

End of Flashback

Pushing open your front door, Stiles escorted you over to the sofa in front of the television. Slowly he lowered you down to the sofa which made you laugh at his action. “Stiles I can do it myself. I didn’t break my fricking legs.” Ignoring your rejection, he continued to baby you.

“No but you broke other things.” He muttered inside his own head. Clearly referring to his heart when he saw you the way you were. Once he was happy that you were happy where you were sitting, he wandered over to the adequate sized fridge freezer.

He let out a mighty cheer as he pulled out a large tub of ice cream that he had stashed at yours before you began ignoring his calls. Both phone and house calls. Physical and non physical. You were quite the determined girl when it came to keeping your secret. If only that girl could see you now. “Nice to see you didn’t finish off my favourite tub.”

“Who’s to say I didn’t?” Previously, he had been holding the tub above his head, treating it as if it were some kind of trophy or something. It was easy to say that he wasn’t doing that any more.

Raising an eyebrow, he looked at you with a challenging lingering stare in his eyes as they narrowed. “You wouldn’t!”

“No you big dummy. It is the same as you left it. Anyway, what are you trying to insinuate Stilinski? That I’m fat?” It was your turn to take on the challenging facial stance.

“No- No- No.” The smug look on his face faded as he believed that he may have genuinely offended you. His facial expression now resembled one of guilt. Knowing you as well as he did and for as long as he had, he knew how insecure you were about your weight. Which also made it all the more fun to mess with his head in the meantime. Payback for the mollycoddling.

He dumped the ice cream back in the freezer and almost tripped over your hospital bag as he rushed over to you. Keeping up appearances, you tried to look upset. Holding your head low so that he couldn’t see the grin on your face. “Of course not, Y/N you’re absolutely beautiful.”

That word 'beautiful’ was what made your head snap up so fast, it could have caused you whiplash. For him, he simply slapped his large and considerably attractive hand over his own mouth. Shocked at the words that he hadn’t truly allowed to escape. This was not the way that he wanted to tell you.

“Y-you think I’m beautiful?” Stumbling over your words as you hadn’t predicted that your afternoon would have turned out this way.

Part of Stiles wanted to make up an excuse. Not admit the whole truth, not yet anyway. However, the other part of him felt relieved that some of his secret was out there. 'Fuck it’ he mumbled under his breath. Already, in the hole, it was about time he stopped digging and starting planting the truth. “I thought you were beautiful since the day that I met you.”

The lines in your forehead creased as you contemplated how he could have ever thought you were beautiful, back then especially. “The day you met me. I was thrown across the hallway. I was called 'Slumpy’ and everything.” You judge. “Not the kind of nickname you get if you are 'beautiful.'” You quote the word with your fingers.

Taking your hand in his, he confessed his truth. “Well that wasn’t the first time we met Midge. We officially met when I was six and you were eight.” He paused as he connected his eyes with your, “I’m the little boy called Mischief.”

Flashback 2

“Daddy? Is Scarlett going to make it?” Stiles wasn’t exactly brought up the way most kids were. He knew that bad things happened, including death.

Sitting beside his dog on the back seat of his dad’s sheriff’s car, delicately stroking the fur of his first best friend. The tears came to his eyes, and he didn’t care that it made him seem unmanly. He was six and he knew full well that the signs weren’t good.

“Son, I know someone who can help. He will do his best but there are no guaranties . I need you to be brave, okay?” The sheriff locked his eyes on his son sitting behind him through his mirror. Whereas most parents would lie and say that their children’s pets went to a lovely farm when they got sick. Noah thought it would be best to be honest with his son.

“Yes Dad.” His attention fell back to Scarlett who’s head was resting on his lap. Her pants getting weaker. “You hear that girl. Daddy is gonna get you some help. Just stay with me.”

When the Stilinski’s were greeted in the clinic’s reception, Noah advised Stiles to stay there while he made sure she got the help she needed. “What’s your name?” A small voice filled the small reception room, startling Stiles slightly.

“Wh-who said that?” Now on his feet, tossing and turning about the room, trying to locate the owner of the voice.

“Me silly.” You said again. Standing behind the reception desk, only just being able to see over the top. You skipped around to the front when Stiles hadn’t found you. Growing slightly irritated at the little involuntary and unintended game of hide and seek. Lifting your hand you gave him a little wave. “So do you have a name?”

“Mieczyslaw Stiles Stilinski.” His hand wiped the tears and snot trails that had gathered on his face. Now that he was in the presence of a girl, he suddenly felt self conscious.

“Mie- Miez- Mischief?” You attempted, the name wasn’t the easiest on the tongue of an eight year old.

“It’s Mieczyslaw, but you can call me Stiles.” Holding out his hand towards you. Copying his action, you entwined your hand with his and shook.

“Nice to meet you Stiles, I’m Y/F/N.”

While he waited in the reception room, he told you all about his dog Scarlett and how scared he was that she wasn’t going to pull through. “I know it’s tough. But my uncle Deaton can do wonders. Plus she will always be here,” You poked him in the chest right over his heart making him giggle slightly. “That’s what really matters.”

Noah reappeared with a tired and upset demeanour. Bending down in front of his fragile son, he broke the truth to him. “It’s okay daddy. I understand. But she is in here now,” he mimicked your previous actions, “and that’s what really matters.”

The sheriff couldn’t help but feel proud through his own grief. Taking his little hand in his own, the pair waved goodbye to Deaton and you.

Before Noah could drive away, Stiles leaned over the gear stick so that he could whisper in his dad’s ear. “Can I tell you a secret?” His father nodded, “I am going to marry that girl some day.”

“I’m sure you will son.” He ruffled the little boys hair and drove off.

End of Flashback

“You were Mischief?” There was no doubt in your mind. The eyes you had locked onto when you were eight in that reception room, matched perfectly with the welled up, tear soaked ones in front of you today.

“You remember?” The initial shock evident in his wavering voice.

“Of course I remember. How could I not.”

His head fell from you for a second as he continued to tell you the truth. He avoided your gaze as the words left his mouth. “There’s more. When I got back into the car with dad. I told him that you were the girl that I was going to marry some day.”

It was all very sudden for you. After waiting all these years to hear him say those words, he chooses now to tell you. No matter how much you wanted to speak, you couldn’t find the right words so you chose to stay silent. “Since that day, my heart belonged to you. Never did I think that I would be lucky enough to find you again after all that time. That day when I saw you in the halls, I knew it was fate. I knew I was given a second chance. But I blew it again.”

He placed his hand under your chin and lifted your head ever so slightly so that you could look at him. “I fucked up. I went down the wrong path. I just never thought that you liked me any more than a friend. A best friend. ”

“Stiles, I love you!” You blurted out before he could talk again. Finally feeling lighter now that the weight of your confession was off your shoulders. “You stole my heart from day one.” Finding his eyes to be the most powerful truth serum. “I didn’t stay away from you because you became a werewolf, well not entirely. I didn’t want you to know how I felt about you. I didn’t want things to get weird between us. I -”

“Shh,” He soothed with his voice. You found yourself leaning in towards him, closing the distance between his lips and your own. “I know, Scott told me about the whole werewolf thing the night in the hospital.”

“Scott told you? Wait! You knew!” You snapped out of the trance that you were in and instantly jumped to the other end of the sofa. “You knew about my feelings for a whole month and you said nothing?”

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Surgeon to the Stiles pt 2

Honestly I was going to post part two tonight, but I ran into a little bit of trouble when it came to uploading. I wasn't able to link in part 1 as my main page wouldn't load.

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[imagination-is-key-in-my-world]

Dog Breath

Summary : Liam is Beacon Hills’ resident hot headed student. Which results in him losing his temper with you one day at lunch.

Pairing : Liam Dunbar x Reader

Warnings : Swearing

Word Count : 2,831

Liam Dunbar wasn’t the type of boy you would typically associate yourself with. In fact there weren’t many people who did. To be quite honest, it would be easier to name the people who did, rather than who didn’t. Most students tried their best to stay away from the school’s own resident hot head.

Most of the time, his friendship group spanned to one, Mason Hewitt. But it wasn’t uncommon for him to be communing in a group of a select few. This included Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski and the one and only Scott McCall. These were just the few people at this school that were not afraid of Liam and his escalating temper.

Similar to Liam, you barely had many friends. Difference being people were not scared of you. They just simply didn’t like you. That and they didn’t really want to associate themselves with a goody two shoes like you.

When you were younger, you used to be extremely close to Lydia. Although nothing ever lasts long enough in this town. Especially not friendships that you had when you were little. Both of you had been the smartest in your class those days. Regardless of how smart you were, Lydia had advised you to hide your academic success come high school. This way you will end up on top of the popularity food chain.

Unfortunately for you, you refused to do something as stupid as that. To fail on purpose just to get people to like you. So while you headed towards becoming top of the class, you also wound up being the last one to be picked for not only teams but friendships too. On more than one occasion.

Another key factor in the difference between Liam and yourself was that although there were many that would avoid him. He still had some friends, something that you didn’t any more. Comparing yourself to Liam, he was the most popular human being in existence.

“You’re in my seat.” A stern familiar voice shook you out of your own head casting a shadow over you. Towering above you in the cafeteria, stood Liam Dunbar. God forbid that he may possibly be trying to be friendly, but of course he wasn’t. “Are you deaf!”

Never being one to land in the firing line of Liam’s anger issues. You couldn’t argue that seeing this side of him, scared you a little. Suddenly it occurred to you that Liam didn’t care that you were a girl. His anger had no bounds, including gender morals.

Being on the Lacrosse team, this wasn’t the first time that you have had this miscommunication with gender. When it came to your time on the field, half of the boys on the team treated you just like that. A boy. The tackles were always hard and painful with little or no remorse for their actions.

“S-so-sorry Liam!” You stuttered over the words as you weren’t expecting your lunch to turn out this way. Practically shaking on the inside you continued to fumble over your words. “I- I didn’t see anyone sat here. I- it was the only free table.”

The anger spread across his face didn’t reduce or soften. Instead your remaining presence at the table pissed him off, dismissing your attempt at a justification. He was clearly pissed off that you didn’t even try to move.

His face was so close to yours when you turned towards him. His hot breath hitting you right in the face. Each pant was perfectly in time with the rapid rise and full of his chest. This was always one of the firsts signs that Liam was close to losing it.

Liam’s hands balled up into their usual fist like formation, as you tarred your eyes from him to focus on your only meal of the day until you get home after practice. Clearly annoyed at your persistence. “Liam, calm down!” Scott’s hand clasped onto Liam’s shoulder but he shook him off. “I said calm down!”

With all of this drama surrounding you, you finally leapt up. For a second if Scott hadn’t intervened, you were certain that you would have been bashed. Suddenly you were no longer hungry for the food laying on your tray. In fact the longer you stared at it, the more it made you feel physically sick. Sliding the tray off of the table, you slowly walked over to the bin, dropping the contents inside.

As you turned around, you half expected to see Liam sat in your grave with a very smug and satisfied expression spread across his face. But this was not true. In reality, Liam remained where he stood before you fled the scene. The expression on his face was not smug, but one of guilt.

Liam couldn’t control his anger, or who he hurt in the process. The aftermath wasn’t what he wanted, nor were you someone he wanted to hurt. The worst part was that anything could set him off if he was having a bad day. This was just an example.

Scott noticed the sombre definition written all over his friend’s face. The hand that was once used to hold him back from doing something he would regret, was now replaced. Yet this time it was there for comfort. “It’ll be okay, she’ll understand.”

~

It was finally the end of the day, which meant time for Lacrosse practice. Lacrosse practice normally gave you the opportunity to let off some steam. Typically after a day of taunting and bullying from your fellow classmates. But considering the fact that you hadn’t eaten, that would be difficult. Just walking to Coach Finstock’s office took a lot out of you.

Before Kira left, you and her joined the Lacrosse team together. She was one of your very few friends, until she left. Coach would often complain that you were late to the ‘pep’ talks which was due to the long trek from the female locker room.

Since those good ol’ lecture days, Coach allowed you and Kira to use his office to change before the practice or game. That way you would be there on time.

“Attention please!” Coach called out midway through getting ready. Now that you had been occupying his safe haven, his talks got earlier and earlier. “Y/L/N! Get your tardy ass out here!”

Before his words could register in your head, the door swung open exposing your current state of undress to the rest of the team, Coach included.

Your over sized jersey laid on the chair next to you as you attempted to lace up your boots. Leaving you in just your bra and Lacrosse shorts.

All the eyes in the other room immediately locked onto your half naked state through the open doorway that hadn’t been shut the moment Coach realised the mistake he made. One set of eyes however, never lingered. In fact they grazed and then fell to intently stare at the floor with a bashful glow on his cheeks.

“Do you mind?” Surprisingly, your voice came out more dominant than you could have imagined it to be. No sign of embarrassment at what happened, or any flag of weakness.

After stuttering out an apology, Coach finally shut the door which allowed you to finish getting ready. “Get back to work!” He yelled to the rest of the team which you heard through the closed door.

Moments later you sauntered out of the office and flopped down onto a nearby bench which ideally was at the back of the huddle. Out of the way from the lingering eyes that had previously seen parts of you that you had not permitted.

Regardless of your attempt to avoid the once fixed attention, you still felt a set of eyes burning a hole into the side of your face.

When you turned your head to catch the culprit, you were filled with bewilderment to see Liam mouth something to you. After everything that had happened earlier that day. It was an act of compassion that you never thought would have happened so soon. 'Are you okay?’

Before you could answer, Coach finished his pep talk and the locker room erupted in cheers. All the boys bounced to their feet jumping around as they cheered. Scanning the room once it calmed and began to filter out, you searched for Liam. Although, the space that Liam filled with his presence, was empty.

~

You didn’t have to have the abilities of a supernatural creature to be aware that there was something off about this particular practice. The team weren’t as rough as they would typically be. As well as the fact that they were constantly coming up with a new rude comment every time a player passed you. Or wolf whistling/cat calling whenever you had the ball.

Nolan in particular was a bigger dick than usual. He spent most of the time finding an excuse to touch your arse as he passed you. You were clearly irritated, but you managed to keep your cool throughout. But the same couldn’t be said for someone else.

Gone unnoticed by you, every time Nolan touched you, it made Liam’s blood boil from across the field. Non the less, Scott tried his best to keep his Beta under control.

However, what Scott couldn’t anticipate was what happened next. Unhappy with the simple touch, Nolan decided that he would take it up a notch and fully smack you down in a tackle. Taking his only opportunity to grope parts of you that made you extremely uncomfortable.

By that time Liam had marched over to the scene, getting as close as Scott would allow him. Accessing his enhanced hearing, he could hear Nolan’s inappropriate comment. “Hmm, I preferred the way you looked earlier.” He tugged on your jersey, “I can help you remove this.”

Immediately Liam’s eyes changed from blue to golden, sending fear through Scott. It was difficult to control Liam once he has passed this point.

Similarly to Liam, this act finally sent you over your edge. Nolan had definitely crossed the line with you. Taking your Lacrosse stick into both of your hands, you barged into Nolan’s body sending him toppling over. A chorus of “oo's” erupted on the field as he came into contact with the floor. Surprisingly enough, this what turned Liam’s eyes back to their normal idyllic shade of blue.  

Slowly you leaned over the useless excuse for a human being, “I have a better idea.” You say over him, feeling very dominant. “Why don’t you take your stick, and get the fuck off of me.” Behind you, Coach’s whistle brought you back down to earth.

Stiles slapped Scott on the chest, as he too watched as the drama played out in front of him. “Smooth.” This only resulted in a double elbow to the gut from both Liam and Scott. “Oof, okay not the time.” He moaned crouching over.

“Y/L/N! Bench now!” You don’t know why you expected Coach to stick up for you. At the end of the day, he had to treat you like everyone else on the team. Regardless of the shit that your 'team mates’ put you through. “Actually, you’re done for today.” He corrected, “go get changed and go home.”

“Coa-”

“Home!” Coach interrupted you before you could reason with him and justify your actions. “Now!”

Letting out a quite childish 'ugh,’ you stormed off of the field.

~

The walk of shame back to the changing room was quite depressing to say the least. You hadn’t expected Coach to kick you off the field, and not Nolan too. Stripping out of your jersey you decide it would probably be best to make the most of the empty shower room.

“No one gives a shit about me of course.” Continuing to talk to yourself as you drape your towel around your waist. Exiting the shower room, you moved towards your change of clothing that you had previously laid out neatly on the bench.

“That’s not true!” A voice echoed across the walls, startling you which resulted in a very girly scream. Liam immediately held his hands up in defence. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you jump.”

“What are you doing here Liam! Practice is still going on.” Holding on tighter to the towel that you almost dropped when you screamed. If your heart wasn’t pounding from the near heart attack, you probably would be laughing at the display in front of you. Liam was sat next to the bench with your clothes with his hand firmly clasped over the top of his eyes.

“Coach actually kicked me off the field after I stood up for you.” Not only was he covering his eyes as you threw on your underwear and oversized flannel. He was also had his back to you and kept his head facing the floor. He can be quite the gentleman when he wanted to be.

“Oh. Um – You tried to stick up for me?” You stumble over your words as you tried to comprehend what he was saying. “But why?”

“Because Nolan is a dick. And I kinda punched him.” While he was talking you let out a small cough to signal that the coast was clear and that he could turn around. “He was talking smack about you once you left. Saying that you’re a 'frigid bitch that’s all mouth.’ Something in me snapped.”

“You didn’t have to do that Liam. You could get in some serious trouble.”

The expression on his face was one of fear. Not of getting into trouble for his actions. It was the fear that maybe he scared you away. “Already in a lot, Y/N/N. This was worth it though.” His head fell when he thought back to the events in the cafeteria. “Y/N. I -uh -I didn’t mean to do what I did this morning. I want to apologise.”

From what had happened today, you couldn’t see yourself being alone with Dunbar, having a genuine conversation. “You’re a real Jekyll and Hyde aren’t you?” One of his eyebrows raised at you, not expecting you to be so calm. “I understand, Liam. I really do.”

A small laugh left his lips. “Scott thought you would.”

You nudged him playfully with your shoulder. “Well Scott is a very smart boy.” Although you were okay with what had happened now, you couldn’t stop the words from leaving your mouth. “It did scare me. I’m not going to lie.”

“I really am sorry. Sometimes, I just blow. I never wanted it to be you who it happened to.” Neither of you knew when it happened, but all of a sudden his hands were holding yours. It was quite comforting nevertheless. “You know- I uh- I almost lost control when he- uh took you down.” Stuttering over his own words.

Grabbing your water from your bag, you take a sip, then offer it to him. “And why is that?” Taking the bottle back from him once he handed it over.

“I wanted to defend you. But I guess you can- uh defend yourself.” He mimicked your previous action and nudged into you. “I guess if Scott wasn’t there, I may have seen first hand earlier today.”

“I don’t make the habit of it.” He confesses. “I don’t enjoy seeing others afraid.”

Taking your free hand, you lifted it to his chin. Pushing his head up so that he was no longer staring at the floor. “Hey, I forgive you.”

Instantly, his eyes locked onto your own. Searching through the blue shine intently. “Can I ask you something?” He was completely focused, and yet his face and heavy breathing read nervousness.

“Sure.”

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” The nervous expression was immediately replaced with fear. Fear that you were going to turn him down.

Slowly you bobbed your head up and down, nodding. Filling Liam with the most joy he has ever felt. Instantly he smiled. Although this had been something that he has wanted for a very long time, he didn’t want to rush it. He wanted to be the gentleman that he knew you deserved. So ever so slowly, his one hand snaked up to the back of your neck while his other remained holding onto yours. His actions remained slow as he drew your head towards him.

You connected your lips to his as you kissed him slowly, mimicking his own actions. The kiss only lasted a few seconds. But to the pair of you, it felt like a lifetime.

“Wow.” Liam said once your lips broke apart. “I really want to do that again.”

“Then why don’t y-”

“Y/L/N! Dunbar! I did not send you off the field for this.” The Coach’s voice bellowed throughout the room. Both of you jumped up at the sound of Coach’s voice but Liam still held on tightly to your hand.

“Sorry Coach.” You both mutter but you couldn’t help but grin at Liam.

[theiceberglounge]

Stiles Stilinski and Everyone [11/?] ⤷ Liam Dunbar

[moreygifs]

[faded-green-of-bruises]

I miss my boys so much

Abstinence is a bitch.

[fuckthiam]

Incorrect Thiam Quotes

[user8464282]

Theo:*holds the door open for Liam* After you.

Liam: No, after you.

Theo: I insist,after you.

Stiles:*pushes past both of them* After me.

[oscar-piastri]

#liam “too pure for this world” dunbar

[imagination-is-key-in-my-world]

Surgeon to the Stiles

Request:  A Stiles x reader where shes chubby and short, so she doesn’t think Stiles could ever like her when he has liked Lydia and Malia in the past. (Anonymous) 

Summary: You were a vital part of the pack, the vet. Also known as the girl that was useful for something. One problem was, you were in love with the only other human on the team. It didn’t help that you were not his type, supernatural of some sort with the looks of an angel.

Author’s Note: I really enjoyed writing this, hence the word count. Although I didn’t feel entirely comfortable bashing people for their weight. So I went for a mild attempt. I didn’t want to upset or further any discontent with bullying for someone’s size. Anyway I hope you’re happy with it.

Warning : A lot of swearing (as to be expected by now) and mentions of death.

Paring : Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Word Count : 4,631

Working late yet again in the animal clinic was always creepy at this time of night.

Deaton was your dad’s best friend, which meant he was around a lot, almost becoming like an uncle to you over the years. He would always try to convince your father that you would make such a great veterinarian some day. Not that he needed much convincing, he knew you were talented.

At this time of night Scott would normally be finishing his shift and heading home for the night. Although, this was one of those times when he called in, claiming a supernatural problem had arose. Scott tried to keep his secret from you for a while, as you started working at the clinic before him. You weren’t stupid, you knew what he was.

When he finally tried to come clean about the supernatural nature of his life. The look on his face was hysterical when you had beaten him to it. “I already know you’re a wolf.” You yelled at him from behind the surgery table, “but at the end of the day, you have a job too you know.”

Scott asked you to join the pack when he found out first hand how good you were with a needle and thread. As well as having the knowledge that Deaton had about many supernatural creatures. You half expected Scott to ask you to be a part of his pack.

But the one thing that you didn’t expect was that you would fall for the only other human in the pack, Stiles Stilinski. You could remember the day that you met 10 years ago.

*** Slamming shut you locker door, your gaze fell straight to the boy standing 10 lockers down from you. This was not the first time that Stiles Stilinski had caught your eye in these halls. He was a sophomore and you a senior. Not making it some unrequited love story that you would have to write an essay on. It just simply made it harder for him to notice you, and you him.

Shaking the thought away. You walked from your locker and towards your next class. It was then that you were greeted by a firm thump into your side, sending you crashing to the floor and scattering your books. “Out of the way Slumpy!”

The jock that bashed into you called out as he carried on walking. ‘Slumpy’ was the term used by the popular kids as a way to pick on you for you appearance. Standing for 'short’ and 'lumpy’ taking into account both of your insecurities in one cruel nickname.

It wasn’t as if you were 'fat.’ The only reason people use this term of phrase is to make themselves feel better. You just didn’t have a body of Victoria Secret Model. But your height never bothered you as much as the other side to their torment.

It was high school after all, and nicknames stuck whether they were good or bad.

Meanwhile, on the floor, you were trying to scrounge up all of your belongings into a pile. Starting with the books. When you grabbed at one of the books you suddenly felt this cold sensation of skin touching your thumb.

Your eyes travelled from the floor to the hand that was attached to your book. Then after having their fill of the hand, they travelled towards the owner’s face.

Stiles held out the book to you with one hand and offered you his empty hand with the other. “Th-Thanks.” Stumbling over your words as this was your first encounter with the boy you always wanted to encounter.

“No problem.” Stiles assisted you to your feet, before bending down to gather the stack of books that you had arranged on the floor. “Those guys are jerks!” He then slipped the remaining books onto your pile of one that you were already holding. ***

There was a loud crash at the door, quickly followed by Liam’s screaming voice. “Y/N!” The sudden commotion outside had startled you, causing the tray of tool that you had been carrying to the sink to clatter onto the tile floor.

Rushing over as fast as you could, disregarding the mess and obvious trip hazard you had just created. You unlocked the main door to the clinic. Within seconds of stepping out of the way, Liam and the others piled into the already small enough waiting room.

Overlooking the situation at first, your heart stopped when Scott and Derek held a bloody coated Stiles between them.

“Liam! What the fuck happened to him!” The boys escorted Stiles’ limp body over to the surgery table, hoisting him up until he was sprawled on his back, exposing his serious multiple injuries. “Is anyone going to answer me?” You demanded, evaluating the gashes to his shoulder and stomach which were quite sever.

“Stiles got attacked on the job, didn’t he.” Lydia spoke with such sass that made you want to punch her right in the fucking face. “He insisted that now he was some big time FBI agent that he could be useful.”

You watched on bewildered. Did she not understand that she was being a total and utter dick right now.  

“What job?” silence, “guys I asked you a fucking question. If you don’t te-”

“There was an attack, that much you already know. It was an alpha, an alpha who is building an army in order to bring down Scott and the pack. I had heard about him through whispers. He is biting humans to turn them.” Derek was the one who finally interrupted you to tell you the truth. But deep down you were not happy, he was holding something back.

“And?” Blurting out your annoyance, resulting in an eye roll from Lydia.

“He has this exclusive club -”

“Ah, so Stiles thought that his fancy badge could allow you an easy passageway into the alpha’s lair.” Pausing to see whether it had sunk in that you were far from happy that this had happened. “You are literally a bunch of idiots. You sent the human into an alpha’s lair who has been looking for humans to turn? You handed him over on a fucking silver platter!”

Scanning over his body, it was what you expected. The mark on his shoulder was the result of a werewolf bite. The gash to his stomach was a deep claw mark, obviously caused when he had tried to flee. “I cant reverse it Scott.”

“I know,” his face fell and it hurt you to see your friend so upset. He knew this was all his fault. “I brought him here as I thought that he would want us all together if-”

“Stiles is not going to die!” Malia grabbed onto Scott and shook him as if the action would undo everything. Although you hated to admit it, you were thinking the same. A werewolf bite can either turn you, or kill you. It all depends on how strong the person is. “I know Stiles, he is not going to die!”

“I know him better, I was with him a lot longer Malia!” Lydia pushed passed Scott so that she was face to face with Malia.

“This isn’t a fucking competition. It’s his life.” Scott, Liam and Derek sided with you on this one. Finally having enough of the feud that the girls had. “Stiles is the only one that matters now, not both of you.”

**

One by one, each member of the pack fell asleep, but you remained awake. Trying your hardest to keep busy.

You started by cleaning up the scratches to Stiles’ body, dabbing at them with alcohol rub. If he were awake right now, you knew exactly how this would have gone down. One slight contact of the rub to his skin, and he would have been over-reacting and pouting like a baby from the sting.

Once the cuts were clean you began to stitch up his bite and his stomach. You knew that it wouldn’t stop the inevitable. But it would make you feel better if you did this one last thing for him if he didn’t make it. Also if he did turn, it would speed up the healing process which was always a good thing.

After about an hour, you had managed to clean both major injuries as well as some of the minors ones to his face. Removing the dried blood and dirt, making him look like the sarcastic human being that you grew to love.

Gathering all the tools, you moved over to the sink and placed them inside the bowl. “Y/N?” You jumped a little when you heard a soft voice appear from behind you.

“Oh God Stiles! Are you okay?” You said quietly as you tip-toed over to where he was lying down. You knew it was selfish of you to not want to wake any of the others, and that they were going to be pissed off when they find out. You had convinced yourself that it was the right thing, that you didn’t want to overwhelm him.

“What happened?” His eyebrows furrowed as he surveyed where he was, only sighing when he figured it out. His hands landed behind his back as he arched himself forward so that he was sitting up. “I don’t -”

“Save it Stilinksi! I already know what happened and your part in it all.” Interrupting him. You caught him mouth the word 'fuck’ when he knew he had been found out. Stiles was aware of how much you worry about him. Being the only other non supernatural member, you knew that if he were injured and you were not there, he could die. He wasn’t like the others.

Letting out a sigh you leaned over to his shoulder where his bite was covered up. “Lay down one second please.” Stiles didn’t object, he only did as he was told. Probably because he knew how much trouble he was in with you for going that night.

Slowly lifting the tape that was holding the gauze down onto his shoulder, you revealed the area that had once held the deep but sewn up bite. It was no longer there. You did the same for his stomach which as you suspected, had disappeared too. “Hold out your hand Stiles.”

Sceptical at first, he was not aware of where you were going with this. Especially after you picked up a medical knife. “What are you do-”

Cutting him off by literally cutting his palm. Quite poetic don’t you think? What was left behind was quite a fair bit of blood gathered in a line from where you had dragged the blade.

Moments later you grabbed the towel by then sink, soaked it and then attempted to wipe away the blood on his hand. What was left behind was exactly what you thought, nothing. Not a single trace.

“Welcome to the supernatural team, you traitor.” You dumped the dirty towel in the hamper by the sink and walked over to the sleeping Scott. He was soon awaken with a scared look on his face by you shaking him gently at his shoulder. “Looks like you have a new Beta.” You threw him the keys to the clinic and grabbed your coat from the peg. “Lock up when you’re done would you. Oh and stay with Stiles for a few days. He might be a little over-whelmed.”

**

A month had passed since you became the only human left in the group. It didn’t bother you that Stiles had turned. What bothered you was that you now found yourself having to avoid the boy. That way he wouldn’t hear your heartbeat.

He had always been a ladies man. Just looking at the girls he has been with, didn’t exactly do wonders for your self esteem and hope for the future. Simply thinking about what you had that they didn’t only resulted in the memories of all the times you became the runt of the joke that came from girls like them.

Having little to no similarities between you and Malia/Lydia other than being part of Scott’s 'crew’ and having a fucking vagina. Apart from that, you were worlds apart.

**

Stiles was still having difficulties with coming to terms with his new found abilities. It was harder for him to cope when he didn’t have one of his closest friends around when he needed them the most.

He couldn’t help but think back to the day that he woke up in the clinic, when you discovered that he had turned just like the others. It was almost as if you couldn’t look at him. For the days that you were absent from the group, Stiles started to think that you had gotten the hump with him as the last thing that you said to him before turning to Scott and fleeing the building, 'traitor.’ Obviously he took it as a joke when you had initially said it, but now he believed different.

Being extremely close with you since the day you’d met. Both of you bonded in the group as being the most useful members of the team. Or how you used to describe in a very British accent, as useful as a chocolate teapot. Not being British, but enjoying the way that the words sounded when they would leave your lips.

Turning was supposed to be one of the best things that could ever happen to you. But for Stiles it was the complete opposite, he didn’t want this. He was more than happy to be the baseball bat wielding human.

Becoming an inseparable pair after Sheriff Stilinski had asked the school to suggest their best student who would be up for tutoring his son. The head teacher had jotted down your details on a piece of paper and handed them to the Sheriff.

Accepting the job, followed by spending most of your nights together since that day 10 years ago. You often have to wake him up every time that he fell asleep on an open book. Being two years ahead of Stiles, you insisted on continuing with your tutoring after you graduated.

Stiles had never gone this long without talking to you or at least seeing you mingle with the pack, even if you did ignore him. The pair of you only ever argued once before this deafening silence. It was the year after he graduated from senior year and had gotten together with Lydia, the girl he always loved.

*** After you had graduated with honors as well as studying hard in University, Deaton handed over the business to you. Something that you definitely didn’t expect, no matter how much you wanted it deep down. Stiles was proud of you the most, which was something that you did expect.

After a late day at the clinic, you took out your phone and started dialling Stiles’ number. Surprised when he didn’t pick up after the second attempt. Stiles had this rule about you working late, 'when you finished work, you had to ring him and stay on the phone until you reach your front door.’ Knowing you well enough that you wouldn’t accept a lift, or heaven to bid ring for an Uber.

“Hey Stiles, I just finished work. If you still need to check up on me, call me back!” Trying your hardest to sound enthusiastic.

You slotted your phone back into your pocket and started walking the lengthy journey home.

Suddenly your feet were glued to the side walk. You attention was drawn away from the task at hand, getting yourself home. To the rustling and muttering coming from the car that you were about to pass which was parked by the side of your path. Trying your best to ignore it, you carried on walking. That was until you heard a voice you recognised moaning out another name that you knew. “Jordan!”

Peering ever so carefully in the window, making sure that your nosiness hadn’t been noticed. Low and behold it was Jordan Parish with a sweaty Lydia Martin on top of him, straddling his lower half.

Panic flooded your chest as you walked as fast as you could away from the scene. Alternating your route, rushing towards Stiles’ house instead of your own.

Once you had reached the front door, you began pounding on it with your fist, repeatedly. “Y/N What the hell?” Stiles was at the door in a matter of minutes, yawning and pawing at his eyes. It hadn’t occurred to you how late it was. Quickly you glanced at his clock, 'shit’ you muttered under your breath. It was a lot later than you thought, almost half 2 in the morning. No wonder Stiles hadn’t answered when you called. “Y/N?” He repeated, this time more worried than the first.

Your freaked out expression on your face left little for the imagination. “It’s Lydia. Stiles I just caught her with Parish.” Immediately regretting the words when you saw the range of different emotions flash across his face.

First there was confusion. “What are you on about Lydia and Parish?”

Then there was denial. “Lydia wouldn’t do that to me. She told me she loves me.”

And finally, there was anger. “This was you. You’re making up lies to split us up. I should have known, Lydia would never do something like that to me. You’re just jealous cause you’re all alone and I’m not any-more. Just get out!” Without even taking a breath, he threw you out of his house.

It wasn’t until a week or two later that he found out the truth for himself. In the exact same spot that you had caught them, Stiles’ heart broke. The strangest part was that it didn’t ache as much for his failed relationship with Lydia. It ached for the way that he had allowed himself treat you like shit. When all you did was tell him the truth, which was more than she ever did for him. Following the same actions that you had taken 2 weeks prior, Stiles ran straight to the clinic and begged for your forgiveness. ***

Stiles had vowed to himself that since that day he wouldn’t let any one come between you, on his part of course. Not being able to live with himself for letting you slip through the cracks as you had done so before. He had tried to call you, but you told Scott that things were to chaotic at the clinic to take the calls. Especially now that Scott spent all of his shifts with Stiles. 'Getting him up to speed with the whole werewolf thing.’ Leaving you with the inventory/stock taking, front of house and the bookings, being the full time qualified vet and running a business all in one.

Stiles had spent the whole month, wallowing in self pity. Not listening to the instructions that Scott tried to give him, as well as having frequent panic attacks.

“What the hell is wrong this time, Stiles?” Scott placed a mug of coffee on the table in front of the moping boy. As he had more experience with detecting emotions, he knew that Stiles felt more alone the past month than when he lost Lydia. Stiles was quiet, his head in his palm as he was nursing yet another headache. “Another panic attack?”

Stiles didn’t speak, only rubbed at his head and slightly lifted his head to nod. “I’m taking you to the clinic, now!” Although Scott had only been whispering to his best friend. It came out more painful to his ears than one of Lydia’s screams.

**

As they drew closer to the clinic, Scott froze. Lifting his head so that he could get a better sniff of the air. Stiles’ face grimaced as his nose twitched, he could smell it too. Which was progress, but it’s never a good sign when Scott smelled human blood. “There’s a lot of it,” Stiles chimed in, only echoing the thoughts that had been running through Scott’s head. “From there.” His head twitched towards the clinic.

Both boys ran straight into the clinic. You didn’t have to be a werewolf to know that their hearts broke when they saw their long term best friend lying on the tile floor surrounded with blood and glass from the shattered window.

Scott dropped to his knees when his eyes fell on the large shard of glass sticking out of your stomach. Stiles on the other hand, instinctively turned around and gagged. Still not adapting to the gore that came with your job and lives.

Assessing the damage, Scott knew it was bad. Especially when a tear appeared in the corner of his eye. He blamed himself, he was meant to be in work today. “Scott?” You asked as you lifted your hand up to his face to wipe away the tear that had formed.

“Shhh, just focus on staying awake. Stiles watch her as I ring for an ambulance.” Scott was already out of the door, but Stiles was still lingering in the corner. “Stiles!” He yelled, startling you a little.

“It’s okay Scott. It’s my time.” Choking on a sob that you had been holding back. “Everyone has their time, this is mine.” Those words were what shook Stiles out of his dry heaving state. Leaving the corner and joining your side. “Y/N? Don’t say that. It is not your time.” Stiles fell to his knees next to you, holding tightly onto your hand with both of his. “I cant cope without you here, I need you to keep me sane.” You were going, you knew it and so did he. Your eyes were fluttering shut as you no longer had the strength to keep your eyes open. “I need you, you’re my anchor!”

Allowing his words to be the last thing you hear. Those sweet sweet words that you had only hoped to hear years ago. “Scott, you have to save her. Do something, bite her!” Stiles screamed as your heartbeat slowed. “Don’t you fucking let her die.”

Flashback One..

There he was stood at the end of the hallway back in senior year. “Out of the way Slumpy!”The familiar voice of the joke echoed through your ears as you revisited a memory that you knew you would never forget. “Those guys are jerks!” His eyes connected with yours as he placed your remaining books onto the stack of one in your arms.

“Y/N..” You said holding out your hand for him, returning your gesture. Shaking his hand sent butterflies to your stomach.

“Stiles Stilinski.” 

Flashback Two..

“Are you being serious right now!” Stiles laughed when he heard your confession. “You never learned to drive?”

You shook your head rapidly. “No Stiles. I never learnt how to. I am not a big fan of cars, never have been. I cant get in a car without freaking out.”

It was the second study session that you had arranged since the day that your head teacher had handed your contact details over to Stiles’ father. Each break gave Stiles the chance to grill you about your life, as he tried to get to know his tutor better.

“I don’t get it. Everyone learns how to drive, it is a right of passage.”

“Not for me.” Feeling your head throb, you grabbed your prescribed medicine from your bag. Taking two with a large gulp of water. Aware of what was to come in a matter of minutes if you hadn’t have taken them.

“But why?” He wasn’t letting it go.

You sighed as you clutched your head in your hands. Preventing Stiles from seeing you count to ten and back, slowly. “My mum died in a car crash when I was young. A head on collision with a drunk driver. I saw it happen, I watched her die almost instantly. That is why I don’t drive.”

Stiles was no longer the cocky boy that you had been talking to for the past hour. In fact there was a new expression spread across his face, one you had never seen him wear before. Guilt. “Y/N, I’m so-”

“Nothing to be sorry about.” You wiped the tears that had involuntarily formed in your eyes. Slapping on a fake smile, “Right so trigonometry. How can I easily find the solution to this problem?” You asked.

Stiles never tried to bring it up again. He just simply placed his hand on top of yours and answered your question.

That was when you knew that it was more than just a crush.

Flashback Three..

“I’m so bloody happy for you.” Holding yourself back from wrapping your arms around him. You knew how much he hated blood, and your scrubs were not exactly pristine at that point. Stiles often called you Beacon Hills answer to the super vet that is documented on the telly.

“I could not have done it without you!” He pinched your cheeks and rambled on as you cleared the surgery. “You worked your magic and bam, I’m in the FBI training programme.” Through his excitement he disregarded the blood and pulled you into a hug. “What are your plans tonight?”

“Washing my blood soaked clothes.” He grimaced and pulled his arms away from you when he remembered what was on your scrubs. “Why is it something important?” You mocked already knowing what he was on about.

“My graduation. Duhh!” Stiles held his hand to his heart and returned to his sarcastic ways. “Honestly I’m hurt.” Smacking his arm you cocked your eyebrow.

“Oh is that what it is?”

Stiles helped you clean up the rest of the surgery. At least the parts without any blood on it. “Good, cause it wouldn’t be right if you were not there. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

That was when you knew you were in love with Stiles Stilinski. Only you knew you could never have him, he was with Lydia and before her, Malia. How could he ever love you?” 

Real Life

“Don’t die I need you. Please don’t tell me it’s too fucking late!” Stiles held your hand as you were rushed into surgery at the hospital. He was with you every step of the way, that was until Melissa asked Scott to hold him back after he tried to push his way into theatre to be with you. “Scott you could have saved her! I asked you to bite her!”

Stiles arms were flailing everywhere as he started losing control. Scott had to hold Stiles down in his seat before he did something stupid. “She hated the fact that you were bitten Stiles.” His face fell when he thought about whether she hated the new him that he had become. “No not that you were becoming a werewolf.” Scott always knew what Stiles was thinking, “She waited, agonizingly waiting the whole night for you to wake up. Praying that you were strong enough to wake up.

“Stiles the bite either turns you or kills you. She couldn’t handle not knowing if you were going to wake up. Could you?”

For the first time that night, Stiles remained still. “I love her Scott.” Tears ran down his face at the thought of losing you forever. “I wouldn’t have achieved anything in my life without her. I cant just let her die.”

Silence fell in the waiting room, both boys terrified for what was to come.

“I love her.” Stiles whispered a second time.

“Me too.” Scott reciprocated.

Melissa finally appeared in the doorway, a somber expression on her face.

Author’s Note : As the word count was so long, it felt as though I had no other choice but to leave it on a cliffhanger. If you guys enjoyed it please let me know. Especially if you want a second part. Something that I would really enjoy getting the chance to do. The fate now lies in you hands.. drop me a message if you want a part 2.

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A Stiles x reader where shes chubby and short, so she doesn't think Stiles could ever like her when he has liked Lydia and Malia in the past.

I have finished the written version and just started typing it up on my computer now. It should be done by either tonight or tomorrow. However it will be posted from my main account 'imagination_is_key_in_my_world.' I will make sure to reblog it onto this account also.

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