So I was wondering if you could please write an imagine of Noah stilinski x teen reader. Where the reader has abusive parents and one night, since she's friends with strikes and knows about the supernatural, Noah goes to pick her up to take her to his house since stokes jeep is broken and can't go pick her up, and he heard yells and hits, so he goes in an ya know, takes her parents to the police and then takes her to his house and after that night when she wakes up screaming and Noah comforts her, he resides to adopt her. - @inlovewhithafairytale 💜
TW: mentions of abusive parents!
Glancing at your phone, you set it aside as you turned to carry on doing your homework.
Stiles was getting his dad to come pick you up and bring you over to the pack meeting since he couldn’t, but the sheriff didn’t want text you himself as it could’ve been misinterpreted.
If anything, you were slightly glad that Stilinski decided against letting you know he was coming, because if your parents saw that the sheriff was coming they would be furious with you.
And they were already mad enough since you got home slightly late after school because you were stuck in some traffic.
You could hear them about downstairs, banging around and making a lot of noise as they slammed everything closed.
It put you on edge slightly, but it made it easier to pinpoint where they were, and you were hoping that they would stay down there.
But it didn’t last for long because you heard shouting of your name, so with a heavy sigh, you got up to go down the stairs.
Stilinski didn’t even need to open his car door to hear the shouting coming from inside.
Cautiously he got out, holding his hand to the radio on his shoulder, and he crept closer to the house as the shouting got louder, along with the sound of things being thrown and smashed.
He heard your voice cry out, and he immediately radioed for backup before running to the door, kicking it open.
“On your knees!” He yelled.
Your parents spun around, and seeing him with his gun aimed at them and they got in their knees.
“(Y/N)?” He called.
There was no response, but he could hear your heavy breathing, and the sound of something being moved.
You were refusing to come out of wherever you were hiding yourself, so he cuffed your parents, keeping them in his eye line as he looked around a doorway.
You were stood at the other end of the room.
“Hey kiddo, you alright?” He asked.
You nodded your head, but you refused to look at him.
He waited, spoke to Parrish who came to help, and he made sure your parents were out in the back of the police car before coming back.
He had to carefully walk over the broken glass, and he made his way over to you.
“Hey there kiddo…” he whispered.
He crouched down, and he looked around at all the glass and the broken table next to you.
“What happened?” He asked.
“Fell.” You murmured.
“By accident?”
You shrugged a little and he sighed softly.
“Are you hurt (Y/N)?” He asked you.
“Nothing too bad, I can deal with it…”
“Let me see.”
You showed him your arm which as a decent sized cut on it, but it wasn’t bleeding much, and your face where you had a bloodied nose, and a forming bruise on your cheek.
He nodded his head and shield gently at you.
“Alright, we can handle this. We may need to go to the hospital though for that arm.”
“We can’t please I can’t afford it.”
“Alright, I’ll see about getting Scott’s mom to come to you.”
You nodded and he stood up, going to speak to the other man before he came back over to you.
“Come on, I’m not leaving you here, where’s your bag?”
You pointed to the other end of the room, so Stilinski walked over and picked it up before coming back over.
“Come on then, we’ll come by tomorrow and get some more clothes alright?”
“Okay…”
You trailed after him, getting into the front of his patrol car, keeping quiet as he drove to the station.
He let you wait in his car while he went to deal with your parents.
Once everything was ready and he had done what he needed to do, he came back out to the car to find Malissa there and tending to your arm.
“How did you know we were still here?” Stilinski asked her.
“Scott was driving past, he didn’t want to scare (Y/N) so he didn’t come over, but waited for me.”
“Scott was here?” You asked.
“Yeah, he was driving through to come home.” His mom smiled.
You nodded your head a little, and when she had finished with your arm you got back into the patrol car and waited.
Stiles’ dad spoke to Malissa for a few minutes before he took you back to his.
“Is stiles home?” You asked.
“No, he’s at Scott’s, I think he’s going to stay there so you can have his room for the night, is that alright?”
You nodded your head.
You had been here loads of times, having grown up with the two boys, so you knew how to find Stiles’ room as you set you bag in the desk.
His dad walked over and stood in the doorway.
“How long as this been going on?”
“I don’t know, it’ll be fine tomorrow though.”
“You’re going to go back?”
You shrugged a little.
“Don’t have a choice, gonna have to go home at some point Mr Stilinski.”
“You can stay here for as long as you need, you know that right?” He asked.
“Thank you, but I’ll be okay.”
“Alright, we’ll in the morning we’re going to have to ask you some questions but I’ll be there the whole time.”
You nodded and he left.
You didn’t both to change, you simply just dropped on the bed to go to sleep.
Sleep didn’t last for long, you dreams twisted to nightmares and everything felt all too real.
Your screams made Stilinski jump from his skin and he shot up, running straight up the stairs to the room you were sleeping in and ran in.
“Hey, hey I’ve got you.”
He picked you up, cradling you against him.
“It’s okay, you’re alright. It’s just a dream, it’s a dream (Y/N).”
He held your head to his chest, and he held your tightly.
“Come on, wake up…”
Your eyes snapped open, and your struggled against him so he let you go, and you stared at him in fear.
“I won’t, i promise, alright? I’m not letting them hurt you ever again, come here.”
You let Stilinski hug you, and you sniffled a little, and he sighed to himself, resting his back against the wall as he held you.
You were clinging to him for dear life, as if you were to let go and you would be in danger.
So when you fell asleep, he stayed there for a little longer to make sure you were in fact asleep before quietly leaving, but keeping the door open and light on.
Heading downstairs Stilinski ran a hand down his face and sat at the table.
He couldn’t let you go back there, and he couldn’t let you potentially fall into the wrong hands either.
You needed people you felt safe with, and you felt safe with him and stiles.
So there and then he decided he was going to do what it takes to adopt you, to keep you in his care for good
Summary: The Ragnulf’s are one of the oldest lines of werewolves known. A gift from ancient times was given to the line. Though not all of the line will experience it. There are some who will experience a Pull. This Pull leads them to their true mate, a soulmate. The problem is, just because the wolf finds their true mate does not mean that they are the same for that person.
Author: @lettersofwrittencollective
Pairing: Stiles x Hale!Cousin OC (Reader)
Word Count: 3359
A/N: So this scene is a bit more descriptive to what the reader would wear in this situation. I very much envision this character to be more on the athletic side, a bit lean and muscled, because they are a predator. They are on the shorter side (about 5 ft) which has to do with the fact that research indicates that female wolves tend to be smaller than male wolves. So that’s what I am basing my idea off of.
As always let me know what you thought!!!
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Getting to the loft, you had been surprised at the amount of cars that were outside. It seemed like everyone at the high school and then some had been parked in front of the loft. Thankfully, the building itself was empty other than Derek. Something you hadn’t understood before but were extremely grateful for in the moment.
You’d had Stiles and Scott park in the parking garage and the four of you made your way from the garage to the loft. The closer you got the louder the music became. You could feel the thudding of the bass against the floor up through your chest and a smile tugged at your lips.
Pulling the door open, you’re suddenly blinded by a neon light beam. Squeezing your eyes shut, before blinking them open. What you see when your eyes do adjust surprises you- Danny, Ethan and Aiden had done a great job at getting the loft blacklight ready. Someone had brought moving lights that were flashing through the loft and there was enough blacklight that pretty much everything was glowing. A group of people come in after you, each of them carrying a case of beer and a quick glance around the room shows that there’s a lot more alcohol than you had expected.
“Derek can never know about this.” you’re almost shouting to be heard over the music.
Stiles and Scott both turn to you, their faces very clearly showing they think you’re insane, “It’s his loft?”
“There’s more beer here than a liquor store. I’m not trying to die for that,” you shrug as you’re all stepping into a the loft. Suddenly, there’s something icy seeping through your shirt.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” you hear someone say and you see a red cop that’s tilted awkwardly. Of course, the cold you feel had to be someone spilling their drink on you.
“It’s fine!” you say back and the girl grabs your arm, she tells you that you’re ‘so nice for not being mad!’ She’s very obviously drunk but she makes her way back into the crowd.
Once she’s gone you let out a chuckle. “I’ll be back. I’m gonna go change,” you tell the trio you entered with. Looking at Kira, who seems a bit out of her element, you call her name. When her attention is on you, you ask if she’d like to borrow something.
Looking like a deer caught in headlights, she shakes her head quickly. “I’m okay.”
You raise an eyebrow at her but she just nods her head and reassures you that she doesn’t need anything. Figuring she’d rather just spend some time with Scott you nod your head and, staying close to the wall, quickly make your way to the spiral staircase before running upstairs. You find a white yoga bra and black leggings that are already covered in splotches of colorful neon paint and change quickly.
While you’re making your way down the the spiral stairs, you scan the room, trying to find Stiles, Scott and Kira or Isaac and Allison or Lydia. Your eyes find Stiles pretty quickly but he’s already looking at you. You lift you hand to wave at him when a girl pulls Stiles into a kiss. You can feel a ball form in the pit of your stomach and when he looks at you again, you offer him a weak smile before making your way down the stairs.
It had taken Scott, Kira and Stiles a moment to actually move from the door. They were making their way through the crowd of bodies and Stiles was telling Scott about the key he’d found. “It just showed up there on my keyring this morning. I asked my dad if he put it there but he didn't know anything about it.”
“It’s just a key right?” Scott’s asking as if he’s trying to clarify what it is that’s got him so worried about the key.
Stiles is looking around as he answers, “Yeah but it’s not mine and I don’t know how-” he’s stopped mid sentence by the sight of Natasha walking down the stairs. He couldn’t tell you what the garments are called but she looks absolutely stunning and he cannot tear his gaze away from her.
She’s looking around when their eyes connect. He watches as she waves at him, when suddenly he feels hands cupping his face and holding his neck. He’s surprised to feel lips and he’s not sure why but he could swear that he saw hurt flash through her eyes, which should be impossible from this distance, but she’s smiling at him and someone’s saying happy halloween. He turns and sees a girl in an orange wig making her way through the crowd.
Looking back at the stairs, he doesn’t see Natasha anywhere. Figuring that he imagined the whole thing he turned to find the girl with the orange wig.
Your heart's beating faster and your mouth is dry as you make your way through the bodies. Seeing Isaac, you begin to make your way towards him when you see Allison walk up. The two are obviously having a conversation that you can’t make out over the noise.
As you get closer, you hear Isaac say, “I don’t like keeping secrets from Scott.“
“No, you don’t. You just like to stand there awkwardly waiting for someone to notice us…” Allison responds and you take that as your cue to veer in a different direction.
While you would like to spend time with them it seems they’re having an argument you don’t really want to bear witness to. So you start to wander through the crowd.
You’re enjoying the music and dancing with a group of girls you don’t know when someone grabs your shoulder. Turning, you find Aiden offering you a bottle.
“Wolf's brew,” he says over the music at your furrowed brow. “You’re literally a lifesaver!”
You take the drink from his hand and laugh. “You’ll actually have to thank Peter”
Aiden makes a face, his features twisted in disgust. “Yea, that’s not happening!”
“I thought this was supposed to be a keg?”
“Demarco said all they had was bottled so this is what we get. Gotta admit, whatever it is it actually punches quite a punch.”
“What’s in it?” you ask as you take a tentative sniff of the drink. It just smells like regular beer to you.
“Demarco said it’s just regular alcohol but they steep Kava and Salvia Divinorum with it.”
You have no idea what either of those are but Peter had paid for the alcohol and you had no intention of turning it down. So taking the bottle, you cheered Aiden before taking a drink. The drink was sweet in your mouth. You and Aiden spend some time talking about the turn out and the party before he’s excusing himself, saying that he was going to find Lydia and you let him go figuring he could use the chance to woo the redhead.
Stiles finds the girl in the orange wig and gets her attention.
“Hey, I kissed you,” she says as she moves towards him, a smile on her face as she continues to dance.
“Yeah, you kind of did. What’s your name?”
“I’m Caitlin.”
“Caitin..” he repeats when a realization suddenly floods him, “Oh my God you’re Caitlin.”
‘I know, I just told you that.”
Stiles is stumbling over his words “No, I know… I just… I mean, uh… you and your girlfriend. She’s…” He has no idea how to be sensitive about this and is trying to figure out how to not be an ass.
“She died.”
“Yeah… Are you okay?”
Caitlin just throws her hands up and nods her head, “Yeah! I’m really drunk.”
“Okay,” Stile says as he rubs the back of his neck. He’s going to walk away when she asks if he wants to dance. He’s surprised by the offer but agrees and follows her to the dance floor.
As Stiles and Caitlin are dancing, he sees that she keeps looking over his shoulder. At first, he doesn’t really pay any mind to it but then she’s got a sensual smirk directed at someone. Someone that is not him. He turns, expecting to see another girl flirting with Caitlin and instead he sees that there’s a guy smirking in their direction.
Confusion floods him as he looks between the two. Leaning over to Caitlin, he says, “I thought you liked girls?”
She turns to him and raises an eyebrow, “I do. Do you?”
“Absolutely,” he responds without hesitation. “So you also like boys?
“Absolutely, do you?”
Stiles stops and looks at her. He’s never been asked that and he’s never actually thought about it. Before he can really focus on it though, the guy that Caitlin was flirting with has joined them and is asking if he can cut in
Stiles steps to the side and allows the guy to replace him. He can’t help but feel a little disappointed. Sighing, he runs his hands through his hair and makes his way off the dance floor to go get a water. As he gets closer, he sees Natasha talking to someone.
It takes him a moment to realize just who it is but when he does, he quickly makes his way towards her, calling out her name like a mad man.
After Aiden had left you to find Lydia, you had found yourself just moving through the crowd. Grabbing another drink, you’re hanging out near the DJ’s platform when you catch sight of Stiles dancing with the girl that had kissed him earlier. She’s got a smirk on her face and you can’t help but wonder if you could get away with “accidentally” tearing her rotator cuff. It might be a little difficult to manage but at least it wouldn’t be bloody.
As you’re contemplating this, a body slides up uncomfortably close to you on your right. Stepping to the left you turn to look at the person. A brunette you recognize from the lacrosse team but you can’t put a name to.
“Jax,” he says with a hand extended to you and a friendly smile on his face. You smile and begin to introduce yourself, “I know who you are. You’ve been hanging out with Lahey, McCall, and Stilinski.”
“You make that sound like a bad thing.”
“Nah,” he says with a shrug, that is very reminiscent of T, “Just a bit surprising. None of them were every great with girls. Especially not ones like you.” He’s looking at you like you’re a meal he intends to devour and extends his hand to you again, “Care to dance?”
On the one hand, your ego and vanity enjoy the attention but on the other hand, it feels very uncomfortable “Actually,” you begin only to be cut off by Stiles calling your name.
‘There you are!” he breathes out as you feel an arm wrap around your waist. Looking over to Stiles you see that he’s glaring at Jax. Out of the corner of your eye you see a smirk fall on Jax’s features.
“Stilinski.”
“Robertson”
You look between the two of them and watch as Jax’s eyes flick to Stiles’ arm wrapped around your waist and then up to Stiles before he addresses you, “I didn’t realize you were here with Stilinski.”
Stiles feels his blood run cold at the thought that she had been talking to Robertson for a while. “Well- you obviously don’t know very much Robertson” he says as he pulls her closer only to stiffen when he realizes that it’s her chest and stomach that are pressed against him and not her side. He could swear that he’s going to die of a heart attack his heart’s beating so fast in the moment. He’s not sure what she says but before he knows it, Robertson is walking away.
“So, what was all that about?”
Stiles is still looking in the direction that Jackson had walked off. “I don’t trust him.”
“Alright then, no hanging out with Jax.” you murmur into his shoulder which is when you realize that you’ve basically wrapped yourself around him.You take a half step back at the same time he does.
Stiles runs into a table with a bunch of brushes and paint, some of them clatter to the floor and he quickly picks them up and sets them back on the table. The two of you are left standing there and it feels a bit awkward, looking around you realize that it’s just the two of you.
“Where’s your friend?”
“Scott?” he begins to look around, “I’m not -”
“No- the um.. The girl that” you reach for his cheek and wipe some of the neon flakes away, “Did this to you..”
Stiles looks at your fingers and his brow furrows, “You mean Caitlin?”
“I guess? I haven’t… umm met her.” your voice softens at the end and you rub the back of your neck somewhat self-consciously.
“Oh! She’s not- that is to say… Well she’s not really a friend.” as he rubs his cheek, getting rid of most of the remaining fluorescent. The sight of which makes you bite back a smile. He moves his arm to rub the back of his neck as he continues “Her girlfriend… That is to say that ummmm… It was in the woods and.. well...”
The smile you were trying to bite back disappears, Isaac had told you about the night they’d chased Cora and Boyd. “She was one of the Darach’s…” he nods and you feel like the biggest jerk to have ever existed. Taking another drink of the Wolfs Brew, you clear your throat, “Did you ummm...did you wanna go check on her?”
“I uh, actually talked to her earlier. She’s ummm… she’s fine.” At your look of disbelief he continues “Well she’s drunk but she’s dancing with someone and seems ok.”
“Good to know.”
Things feel awkward for a moment as the music blares around you but you and Stiles say nothing. Looking around you a thought occurs to you and so you step around him, to look at the brushes and paint. A thought occurs to you and so you pick up one of the brushes and turn to him, a smile on your face, “Care to paint my body?”
Lydia’s glancing around the room and wondering, not for the first time, why she decided to come tonight. She sees Allison dancing with Isaac, almost sensually.”Ach! Finally.” Those two had been dancing around each other so much she was wondering if either one of them would actually step up.
As the music pulsed, she continued to look around. And sees Aiden dancing with some girls behind the gate, one of them is grinding into him and she scoffs, “Predictably.”
She rolls her eyes and turns, her eyes catching Stiles dancing. He’s doing the sprinkler and his arms are flailing about awkwardly, but there’s a huge smile on his face. She sees a hand with intricate neon swirls up the arm grab his hand and follows up to the face.
“Interestingly…” Stiles is dancing with Natasha and both of them look like their lost in their own world. She’s looking at him like he’s the only thing in the world, he’s looking at her and it’s a look Lydia recognizes but she doesn’t think Stiles does. The two of them are dancing like there’s no one watching them and, suddenly, Lydia feels like she’s intruding on something intimate.
Looking away, Lydia hears a low snarling. Trying to find the source, all she can see are bodies dancing in the room, pressed against each other. Making her way through the bodies, a dark figure appears before immediately disappearing.
Feeling like she’s beginning to suffocate, she calls out Scott's name and continues to make her way through the people before she finally makes it to the Terrace.
You find yourself unable to stop staring at Stiles, you can feel the smile on your face as the two of you enjoy the night dancing away. As the latest song wrapped up, you and Stiles make your way towards the stairs. You stop to grab two water, a bottle of wolfs brew and a beer. Handing Stiles water and the beer, you down your water.
Stiles sits on one of the steps and drinks his water then holds up the cold beer the question evident on his face. You just shrug your shoulders and sit on the steps below him, “That’s up to you. You’ve stayed the night before. Do you have a bottle opener?”
“Yes,” he says as he reaches into his pocket.
He’s leaning over you and opening your brew when you see the yellow glow. “Your key has phosphors on it,” you say as you wrap your hand around his and lift the key and turn it, “look.” You let go and look up at him, finding that he’s staring somewhat intently at the key. Like he’s trying to figure something out.
He looks at you, and before you’ve even thought about it, your lips are pressed against his. His lips form against yours almost awkwardly, mechanically. You pull away and as you do, you feel his fingers brush against your neck.
“I- I’m sorry…” you stammer out, “I shouldn’t have- I sw-” His lips are on yours and you return the kiss, cupping his face before he’s pulling back.
“I’m sorry, what are phosphors?”
“Oh… uh, they’re any substance that luminesces. It’s in your teeth and fingernails. Laundry detergent. It’s also in this,” you say as you rub at the swirling patterns he had painted earlier. “Reacts to the UV light that’s why it glows.”
Stiles makes a humming sound of agreement and nods his head, accepting your explanation before he’s leaning in and kissing you again. This time it’s passionate and feels just like coming home. Stiles pulls away and you don’t like the feeling.
‘I’m sorry. I’m really totally sorry… it’s just, how would I get phosphors on my keys?”
You’re a little fuzzy, the brew having had its intended side effects so it takes you a moment, “Chemicals.”
It occurs to you ba moment later than it does him. Barrow. He’s already gotten up but you’re quick to follow him out.
“Wait, wait, wait!” he stops you as you’re heading down the stairs. When you ask what’s wrong he points at you “You don’t have a jacket. You’re gonna be freezing.”
You’re shocked that that’s what he’s noticed and focused on right now. Shaking your head, you pass him on the stairs and grab his hand, pulling him along with you.
‘Natasha I’m serious! We need to go get you a jacket.”
“You got a flannel in Roscoe?”
“Uhh yea... maybe”
“Then I’ll use that and if it’s not there you’ll just have to keep me warm yourself.” He’s stopped and you come to a jarring halt, an oof escaping your lips as you turn to him. “What?”
“I can’t tell if you’re serious or not.”
“Stiles, we have to get to the school.”
He nods his head and soon enough the two of you have made it to Roscoe, where there was, in fact, a flannel for you to use. You’d shrugged it on and pulled it tightly across your body, “Guess we’ll never know will we Batman?”
The drive to the school is silent and somewhat tense and you’re not sure what it is that you’re gonna find. Whatever it is though you’re pretty sure it’s not gonna be good.
When the two of you make it into the building, Stiles leads you right back to the chemistry room. They hadn’t erased the board earlier that day and so the numbers are right there next to your writing.
Stiles is looking at the numbers like he doesn’t believe what he sees before he picks up a piece of chalk himself. Writing next to the numbers, he writes the same exact numbers before stepping back.
The writing on the chalkboard had been his writing.
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Summary: Y/n’s anxiety has been acting up all day until they have a panic attack and Stiles is there to help them through it.
A/N: hey guys! its been a hot minute and i apologize for that. school and just life has really been a lot. also had a major period of writers block and i’m currently still trying to work through it. but i started to rewatch teen wolf and fell in love with stiles all over again so i figured i’d try to start writing some stuff for him again, now that i actually know proper grammar and how to not make my dialogue sound forced and uncomfortable. (all the shade being thrown at my 2015/2016 self). not sure how long i’ll keep writing for him but i hope you guys like this!
Warnings: cussing probably, mentions of anxiety and its symptoms, panic attack described in detail
When I woke up, I knew today was going to be hard. I could already feel the crushing weight on my chest and my thoughts instantly started racing. My first few classes were mind-numbing, making it easy to zone out during all of them, anxious thoughts plaguing my mind.
It felt like all I did was blink and the next thing I knew I was sitting with the pack at lunch, in my usual spot next to Stiles.
I picked up a spoon full of food but instantly set it back down when I felt my chest clench, an overwhelming sense something bad was going to happen suddenly washing over me. I picked at my chipping nail polish and bounced my leg up and down, tuning everyone out.
“Hey,” Stiles called out softly.
“Yeah?” I replied, looking up at him.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I told him, giving him a reassuring smile. He nodded his head and grabbed my hand, squeezing it a little. I smiled and blushed at the gesture. He continued to talk animatedly with Scott about some new video game that was coming out, but I couldn’t focus on the conversation with my mind going a hundred miles a minute. I felt Scott glance at me a couple times, I’m sure he could sense my anxiety, but I ignored him, still focusing on my chipped nail polish.
Suddenly the bell rang, signalling lunch was over and I threw away my untouched lunch. I felt someone tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Stiles standing in front of me, both our backpacks in his arms. He handed me mine and I thanked him quietly.
“I’ll walk you to your class,” he offered, giving me a sweet smile I couldn’t resist. I nodded my head and smiled back at him, a closed mouth smile. He grabbed my hand and we walked down the halls. He began to talk about his plans for the weekend, something about going out with Scott and then having a Star Wars marathon, but I couldn’t pay attention. Instead, I nodded my head every few minutes and stared at the floor tiles, caught up in my irrational fears and insecurities.
I was pulled out of my train of thought when Stiles tugged on my hand. I looked back to see he had stopped walking and I hadn’t even noticed. He was staring at me with furrowed brows, concern swimming in his brown orbs.
“Y/n, are you okay?”
“Of course, let’s go to class,” I replied, nodding my head and smiling to reassure him. He stood his ground, not moving an inch and still clutching my hand.
“If you’re feeling bad or something you know you can talk to me, right? I’m your boyfriend, I will always be here for you, okay?”
I bit my lip and nodded, feeling myself starting to get emotional from how much he cared. “Thanks, Stiles,” I whispered.
“Of course,” he replied, pulling me to him so he could kiss my forehead. I felt my worries melt away with his one kiss but quickly come right back after he let go of me. “Let’s go.”
He dropped me off at my class and the rest of the day was an anxiety filled blur. Before I knew it the dismissal bell rang and I was distractedly walking down the halls to the student parking lot. I got to Stiles’ car before he did, staring at the empty space beside Roscoe, invested in my intrusive-thought-filled world.
For the second time that day I was pulled from my thoughts by Stiles. He waved his hand in front of my face, snapping me back to reality.
“Hey,” I greeted softly.
“Hi,” he greeted back suspiciously, his eyebrows once again furrowing. “Ready to go?”
I nodded my head and climbed into the passenger seat of his car. He started the car and pulled out quickly.
“How was your day?” he questioned, glancing at me.
“Fine,” I replied quietly, fidgeting with my hands. I stared at the trees as they rushed by, not wanting to talk. He let out a sigh and turned on the radio, getting the hint.
“What’s going on with you?” he asked, breaking the silence after a only few minutes.
“I- it’s nothing, Stiles. Don’t worry about it,” I told him.
“Y/n, please just talk to me. I hate seeing you like this,” he begged.
“Stiles, I just- I’ve been a little anxious lately that’s all,” I explained, messing with my sleeves. His features softened and he looked at me for a brief second before putting his attention back on the road.
“I wish you would’ve told me you were feeling like that.” He sounded disappointed. Mad almost. My mind instantly convinced me he was mad at me and going to break up with me.
I felt my chest clench again, this time it was a mixture of sadness and anxiousness. I felt my breath practically get sucked out of my lungs,and suddenly I couldn’t breathe. Tears welled up in my eyes and fell as quick as they formed. My hands started shaking and next thing I knew sobs were falling out of my mouth as I brought my hands up to grasp my chest. I barely heard Stiles call out my name but I couldn’t answer. I felt the car swerve and then heard the car door slam. Suddenly, my door opened and Stiles was unbuckling me, quickly placing my face in his hands.
“Hey, hey, hey, breathe okay? All you need to do is breathe. Try to mimic me. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”
I tried to mimic him, although I failed, only making me panic more. I was gasping for breath and the sound of my rapid heartbeat was only getting louder.
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s okay, you just gotta keep trying alright?” He did it again, this time slower. I copied him shakily, tears still streaming down my cheeks. “That’s it, sweetheart, keep doing that.” He kept guiding me through the breathing exercise until I was no longer gasping for breath, the only side effects of the attack being tears and trembling hands.
I took a shaky breath, sniffling. He rubbed his thumb across my cheek, wiping away some of my tears. I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch. I opened my eyes again to be met with his sad ones. He had a pained expression on his face and I looked down, avoiding eye contact.
“Do you feel better?” he asked softly.
I nodded my head, ashamed I wasn’t able to calm myself down. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.
“For what?” he questioned, confusion laced in his voice.
“I don’t know, you had to pull over to help me, and I didn’t tell you I felt bad,” I whispered, tears slipping down my cheeks at a faster rate. He brought his hand up to my chin, softly pushing my head up to look at him.
“Hey, no, no, no. Don’t cry. I’m not upset with you, and you don’t need to apologize. You can’t help shit like that. You’ve helped me with countless panic attacks, alright? I don’t mind pulling over to help you with one. I love you, which means I want to take care of you and make you feel better, alright?”
I nodded my head, smiling at him. “Thank you,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him tightly.
“Of course, princess,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist. He kissed the top of my head and for the first time that day I felt completely safe.
Prompts: 6. “It’s over,” 76. “If you die I will literally go out of my freaking mind,”
wanna make a request?
You stared at the unconscious guard laying at yours and Jackson's feet, "Seriously Jackson? You didn't think of using the tail before I got punched in the face?" You huffed as Jackson untied you.
Jackson shrugged, "I had to let him get close, so I figured I'd just let you run your mouth until he couldn't stand to listen to you anymore,"
"Glad to see you haven't changed Jackson, you're still the same asshole from four years ago," you grumbled.
He rolled his eyes and led the way to the door, stopping in front of it. "Do you here that?" He asked anxiously, you nodded slowly in response.
The two of you stared, wide eyed as the door began to shake. As the door began to crumble into itself, you and Jackson prepared to fight whatever was on the other side. Suddenly, the door disconnected from its hinges and clattered to the floor, revealing Lydia and Stiles.
"Lydia?" Jackson gasped as he stared at her.
“Jackson!” Lydia screamed excitedly as she ran over and gave him a hug.
You didn’t really notice Jackson and Lydia’s reunion, weren't focused on them. All you saw was Stiles.
"Y/N?" He whispered as he stood staring a you, just as awestruck as you.
"Stiles?" You finally managed to say.
"Y/N!" Stiles body finally caught up with what his brain was telling him to do and he ran to you, pulling you tightly into a hug.
You hugged him back, "Y/N! You're okay! It's okay, it's over,"
You gently pulled back from him, dazed by the fact that he'd come to save you, "You... you came?"
"Of course I came," Stiles smiled lightly.
"But, what about the internship? What about Quantico?"
"You're more important,"
"But why-"
"Because I love you, Y/N," Stiles explained, "And because if you die, then I will literally go out of my freaking mind. I need you Y/N... and clearly you need me," he gestured at the mess around him with a goofy grin on his face.
You laughed softly, shaking your head, "You're right, I'll always need you," you leaned into him, kissing him softly as a smile formed on your lips.
Summary: At Lydia’s party, Stiles comes to the rescue when Y/N is in trouble.
Title Reference: Acquainted x The Weeknd
Word Count: 474 words
Warning: alcohol, party
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The speakers were bumping and more people showed up throughout the night. Lydia’s parties were always the go-to parties of the year. Since exam week is two weeks away, this was the perfect time to go crazy before stress takes over my body.
With a drink in my hand, I sat outside away from the crowd. I was feeling a little dizzy and I needed some fresh air.
‘Y/N, what are you doing outside by yourself?’ I turned around and saw Jackson walking towards me. I smiled at my best friend, Lydia’s boyfriend.
‘I think I drank more than I intended.’
Jackson chuckled as he sat next to me. ‘Hey, it’s a party. You’re supposed to drink a lot.’
‘You’re right.’ I chugged the rest of my alcohol. He stared at me as I had an empty hand in my cup. ‘What’s up?’
‘You know you’re really pretty. I don’t know why you don’t have a boyfriend.’
I laughed at Jackson’s statement. ‘That’s funny, Jackson.’
He cupped my cheek, leaning closer. ‘I’m serious, Y/N.’
‘Jackson, what are you doing?’ I scooted away from him.
‘Don’t worry, just enjoy the moment.’ he whispered as he placeed his hands on my waist. Struggling out of Jackson’s grip, I tried to push his hands away. ‘Stop, please.’
‘Hey, let her go!’ I heard someone running towards us then kicked Jackson’s back as he collapsed onto the ground.
Groaning in pain, Jackson finally let me go. ‘Stilinski, you’re going to pay.’
‘Just let me know when.’ Stiles sassed as he helped me up. He grabbed onto my hand and started running, leading me to his jeep.
Sitting in his passenger seat, I took a deep breath, relieved that someone actually came to save me. ‘Thank you.’
He turned to me and smiled. ‘Of course.’
Looking at him face to face, I recognized him from my class. ‘Oh, you’re Stiles right? You’re in my algebra class.’
‘You know my name?’ Stiles grinned as he started his car.
‘Yeah, you’re the cutest guy in that class.’ I blurted, instantly regretting what I said. The alcohol was making me blab things without thinking.
Stiles blushed. ‘That means a lot coming from a pretty girl like yourself.’ If I wasn’t already drunk, he would’ve seen how red my face turning.
As he drove to my house, I stared at the window. I wondered if I’ll forget about him tomorrow. I know I wasn’t completely wasted but my lightweight self would most likely not remember the night.
‘Are you okay? Stiles asked.
‘I hope I don’t forget you when I wake up in the morning.’ I mumbled.
He chuckled, pulling over by my driveway. ‘I’ll tell you what; I’ll come by tomorrow morning to check on you. And maybe I can take you out for breakfast or something?’
Relationship: Vampire!Stiles x female!reader (sorry)
Word Count: 4433
Warnings: violence, fighting, mature language, smut, vampire, biting, blood?, kidnapping, I never know what to warn
Request: @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone said:
I have a weird request, well not weird like... okay so. PLEASE MY LIFE NEED A VAMPIRE STILES SMUT YOU WOULD GRANT ME MY MOST HYPERWANTED EVER WISH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
A/N: So,,,, it’s definitely more than smut. It didn’t center around that so I apologize... yea... enjoy.
Also, I’m gonna update my masterlist later tonight.
Stiles dragged his feet along the soft underbrush quietly, looking around himself terrified. He was in the middle of the woods alone as he had lost the others quite a while ago. Normally, he wouldn’t have cared the least. I mean, how hard could it be to find them? Not tonight, though.
The pack had come into the woods for a specific reason, a terrifying reason. Lately, there had been cases of people found in the wood, everything in their body intact except for the fact that there was no blood left. Something had been sucking the blood out of them, shown by the small bite marks on the sides of their necks.
Of course, Stiles had immediately jumped on the case when his father had brought it up, going through extensive research to figure everything out. It was his first instinct that it was a vampire. Werewolves were real; why couldn’t they be?
So, he called the pack after finding out where it was hiding and how to kill it. Simple, just cut its head off with a silver blade. Well, it was easier said than done.
Somehow, the vampire knew the pack was coming and immediately started playing tricks on them. He sped in front of them, chuckling darkly when Stiles flew around, trying to figure out where he was going. Scott set off after him, taking precautious steps so everyone was safe. It was all in vain, though.
The vampire, after having way too much fun, had separated the entire pack from each other, driving them into different parts of the woods. Stiles was alone.
Stiles was his favorite. He was the one who had initially discovered him. He was the one with all the information, something that confused him beyond belief as it would have been madness searching through all the lore. He was the one who had a bat instead of a blade.
The vampire made sure Stiles was far, far away from the others. He pushed him deeper and deeper into the forest, mimicking Scott and Lydia’s voice to drive him closer.
By the time the vampire had him right where he wanted, the pack had regrouped. They found each other using their supernatural senses, something Stiles didn’t have. Instead, he was alone in the maze of woods, spinning in useless circles.
“Scott,” he yelled into the darkness, trying to make out the figure approaching him. Unlike what he wished had happened, he was not met with Scott. Instead, a large man with a gleaming smile and bright red eyes stepped out from the trees.
“I’m afraid you might have me mistaken for a friend of yours,” the vampire smirked, showing his teeth off proudly. “I am not Scott. My name is Micah, and I’m guessing yours is Stiles.” The vampire’s voice was laced with an accent Stiles couldn’t pinpoint, but it left the man drawling out every sentence, a slight lisp to it from the two sharp teeth poking out from his lips.
Stiles raised the bat slowly, wishing he had brought a blade. It was only his luck that he would be the one stuck in this situation, but if he had a knife, he’d probably end up stabbing himself with it on accident. “What do you want with me,” Stiles questioned darkly, trying to maintain eye contact with the creature.
The man known as Micah smirked and began speaking again. “You’re a curious little thing, aren’t you? Most would have tried to run off with their tail tucked between their legs by now.”
“Yeah, well you’ll find I’m not like most people,” Stiles retorted, taking a step back as his bat swayed lightly in his hands as if he were getting ready to swing at a baseball.
“That’s why I want you, Stiles,” Micah drawled out. “You’re not like most people. I’ve been watching you for the past few days, and I think you would make an excellent vampire, possibly one of the best. You have the perfect qualities and the perfect supernatural connections. Don’t think I haven’t taken note of your little friends. A banshee, two werewolf, a kitsune, and a werecoyote. You have quite the group of friends there.” Micah began pacing back and forth in front of Stiles, watching him as Stiles returned the look. “And don’t think I haven’t noticed sweet little y/n. Poor thing doesn’t even know what she’s gotten herself into, does she?”
Stiles gritted his teeth and spit out his response vehemently, “you leave her out of this. She has nothing to do with this.”
“Oh, she has everything to do with this,” Micah sang happily. “Of course, when I turn you, she’s going to have to deal with the consequences. You should have listened to her when she told you not to come out tonight. Little bird knew something was wrong, just couldn’t put her finger on it.”
Stiles grunted and watched the man carefully. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Haven’t you been listening,” Micah chuckled happily. “I’m going to turn you into a vampire, and that little bat is not going to do anything to save you.”
“Says you,” Stiles grunted before swinging the bat forward, hitting the side of Micah’s face. The vampire screamed and clutched his face, trying to stay calm.
“Vervain,” he snarled before yelling, “You laced your bat with vervain?”
Stiles smirked and patted the bat into his hand. “Totally worth it.” He then swung again at the vampire only to have it thrown away.
Micah stood up slowly and snarled at Stiles, his eyes changing to black. “I was going to be nice about it, but you just can’t accept this can you? You’re going to make me do this the hard way.” Micah yelled something else before running forward, appearing in front of Stiles within seconds. He pushed him against a tree and growled loudly. Stiles stood petrified, trying to free himself from the grip of the thing, but before he could even try, Micah swept down and bit into his neck, leaving Stiles a screaming mess.
Pain coursed through the boy to the point of where he couldn’t move. After Micah was satisfied with the damages to Stiles, he pulled away, cut his wrist with his teeth, and placed it in Stiles’ mouth, forcing the blood to flow into it. Stiles watched with tired eyes as he felt himself drift into unconsciousness.
“Good luck,” Micah stated before smirking and disappearing, leaving Stiles to crumple to the forest floor and pass out.
When Stiles awoke, he found himself tied to a bed. He groaned quietly. It felt like there was fire running through his veins. There was a thin sheen of old sweat across his body, making him feel gross. His eyes hurt from the small light by the door, and he couldn’t help but whine softly. No matter how much he didn’t want to admit it, his pants were tight, straining from an erection.
He found himself unconsciously tugging at the restraints, trying to free himself. It wasn’t until he heard the door to the room open that he stopped his actions. He lifted his head- one of the only body parts he could move- and saw Scott standing at the door with a worried look on his face.
Stiles sniffed the air quietly, frowning when he realized his sense of smell was possibly the best it had ever been. His eyes scanned Scott cautiously, trying to figure out why all his senses were better than ever. He gulped quietly and slumped back into the bed.
Scott quietly walked up to the bed, holding a bowl of water with a rag hanging out. Stiles watched him carefully.
“Hey Stiles,” Scott spoke quietly as if trying not to set the boy off. Stiles didn’t respond. “Do you remember anything?” Stiles didn’t respond. Scott rung out a rag and swiped it across Stiles’ forehead. “Well, Deaton and Derek said that you got bit by a vampire. The only way to reverse it is if we kill the one who bit you. We’re trying to find him right now.” Stiles remained quiet. “That’s why you’re tied down. We feared what would happen.”
Stiles grunted and pulled at his restraints again. “Let me go, Scott,” he whined, rolling his eyes. “It’s obvious that I’m not going to do anything. Where’s y/n?”
Scott looked at him quickly before looking away, running the rag down his arm now. “I can’t. Deaton also said that since you’re just turned, you’re going to be in heat. I thought that was just for werewolves, but I guess I’m wrong. So, he said we have to keep you down until it passes.”
Stiles looked at Scott with an expression that left Scott feeling stupid. “If I’m a vampire, that means I can break through these ropes, Scott.”
“Stiles I don’t want to hurt you.”
“And I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to, Scott.”
Scott watched Stiles with a look of disappointment- for who, Stiles didn’t know- and sighed before standing up. He grabbed the bowl and shut the door. “Goodnight, Stiles,” he called through the door to which Stiles rolled his eyes again.
His eyes flicked down to the rope tied around his wrists. He pulled at them slowly before snapping his wrist up, breaking through the thick rope. He grinned happily and did the same for his other wrist, his legs following the action. He pulled himself off the bed and walked quietly over to the window. In the front yard, his jeep was parked.
The room was on the first floor, so it was relatively easy for him to climb out the window. He walked towards his jeep only to realize that it would obviously give away the fact that he was leaving. Instead, he walked into the woods.
He knew the path to y/n’s house like the back of his hand. It was as dark as the night before, but he could see with such precision, it seemed like it was daytime. He ran quickly, trees passing by as a blur. It only took him thirty seconds to reach y/n’s house from the inhuman speeds he was reaching.
He stood in front of the house, running a hand through his hair. He wasn’t supposed to be here, he knew that, but he didn’t care. Quickly, he stepped forward before stepping back. If his heart could race, he knew it would. It hadn’t occurred to him that he was a vampire. He was dead. He would drink blood. He was a vampire.
The thought sat in the back of his head silently as if he would listen to it. Stiles took a deep breath and listened to see how far he could project his hearing. He focused quietly and listened. Inside the house, he could hear a heartbeat and a tv playing quietly in the background. y/n was the only one home.
___CHANGING THE POINT OF VIEW BECAUSE IM TRASH___
I set typing away on my computer. I had an essay due in a few days, and I wanted it to be over. School was annoying, but I had to do it. There was a law or something.
I was almost done when I heard the door of my bedroom open. “Yes, mom,” I questioned, not turning away from my computer.
“I don’t believe I’m your mom,” I heard a familiar voice laugh from the door. I turned to see Stiles standing at my door. I smiled widely and stood up, walking over to him.
“Hey, babe! What are you doing here,” I questioned, wrapping my arms around his neck. Stiles smiled broadly and bent down to place a kiss on my lips. I giggled loudly into his kiss and moved farther towards him only to jump back. “Are you- Are you hard right now?”
“Sorry,” he mumbled gruffly, “Apparently I’m in heat.”
“Heat,” I questioned confused, pulling away even farther. “You’re not a werewolf.”
Stiles laughed and moved forward to me, pulling me near him again, “vampire. Something happened on the hunt.”
“What the fuck, Stiles?” I yelled, pushing myself away from his grip. “Shouldn’t you be with Scott or something? What if something happens?”
“C’mon, babe, don’t worry about that right now.” He leaned forward and placed his head in the crook of my neck. “I go out of my way to come see you, and you don’t even want me here.”
I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone. I typed in Scott’s contact and quickly dialed his number as Stiles began to trace his lips down my throat. It rang a few times before he picked up, his tired voice ringing through the phone. “Yea-“
“What the fuck, Scott,” I cut him off, trying to ignore Stiles who was kept trying harder to get my attention.
“What,” he grumbled into the phone.
“Stiles is a fucking vampire now? And he’s in my room?” I screamed frantically, pushing away Stiles’ hands that crawled up my stomach. He pulled away and pouted at me. He picked me up by my legs and pushed me to the nearby wall, making me squeak in surprise.
“What? I had a line of vervain all around his room!”
“Well, obviously it didn’t work,” I screamed back.
I heard him shuffling around his room, looking for something. “From- From the notes we have, it doesn’t look like he’ll hurt you. He’s just in heat which means that he’s going to want to have sex, especially with his anchor, which I’m guessing is you since he showed up. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get there in time, y/n. I don’t know what to do. You live so far away from us. I don’t understand how Stiles got there so fast.” Scott seemed a little less frantic as he read from his notes. “I promise, nothing bad is going to happen as long as he doesn’t give you his blood. He might take some of yours.”
“Scott, I don’t trust this,” I whined, pushing away Stiles’ needy hands. They tried to grab anything they could get. It wasn’t as if I didn’t want it, it’s just- what if he loses control and kills me. He just turned into a vampire. I hadn’t seen him in three days and now he shows up and wants to do me. What the hell?
“Y/n, have I ever put you into a seriously dangerous situation?”
“Yes!” I screamed into the phone, “All the time!”
Scott sighed and stated slowly, “He’s not going to hurt you. I’m going to get the rest of the pack and we’ll come restrain him. Just do what you must to keep him from doing something bad.”
“Scott,” I whined, letting Stiles un his hands up and down my thighs.
“I’m sorry, y/n.”
Then, he hung up, leaving me with Stiles. “Are you that worried, babe,” Stiles questioned, pushing his lips against where the phone was. I had thrown it onto the bed.
“Stiles, I don’t know what’ll happen.”
“Trust me, baby,” he whispered, pulling at my top.
I groaned and placed my head on the wall. “Fuck, whatever,” I grunted, pushing his head to mine, molding our lips together. “I fucking love you,” I muttered into his lips. Stiles smirked and pulled my shirt over my head, moving us to the bed. He pushed me down and pushed himself down so his lips connected to my throat, moving farther and farther down. I groaned in response, pulling locks of his hair.
Stiles grinned against me, lips in the middle of my breasts. His hands reached behind my arched back, fumbling to unclip the bra. He pulled it off quickly and threw it across the room. I moaned lowly under my breath as his lips circled my nipple, his hand squeezing my other breast.
“Stiles,” I whined, feeling him buck his hips up into mine. “Stiles please.”
Stiles pulled away and smirked at me, his hair disheveled yet he looked like nothing had happened. “Tell me what you want, babygirl.” He spoke as he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a lean, toned torso. His hands fiddled with his pants as he watched me, pushing them down to his ankles, letting his erection spring free.
“Stiles, please, fuck me,” I groaned into him, my hands against his shoulders. He grinned and tugged at my gym shorts, pulling them down with ease along with my underwear. Stiles grabbed my ass and looked down at me before placing his lips on mine.
“We don’t have much time,” he mumbled, his dick pushing against my entrance. I moaned lowly, as did he. “You’re so wet. Is this all for me,” he questioned, nipping at my neck.
“Yes, Stiles, please,” I groaned into him. Stiles smirked and slowly pushed himself in before starting off at a quick pace, snapping his hips to mine furiously. He used his newfound strength to go faster than he ever had. He groaned against my neck and bit down harshly, drawing blood. His hands squeezed my boobs harshly making me scream in pleasure. His hips seemed to never stop.
I groaned out something incomprehensible as Stiles pulled out. He then flipped me over, my ass in the air as he slammed into me from behind. He gripped my hips harshly, and I knew it was going to leave bruises. My face was pressed into my blankets.
I could feel myself getting ready to release, the all too familiar feeling building quickly in the pits of my stomach. I moaned loudly and called out to him. “Stiles,” I screamed.
“I need you to come for me, y/n. Fall apart for me.” He pulled me up to where my back was pressed against his stomach and my head was on his shoulder. His hand rested on my stomach and the other on my hair while mine were wrapped into his hair, carding through it.
I let out a cry of pleasure and gripped him tighter as I felt myself come, my vision turning slightly white as he continued to push into me. He waited until I had completely ridden out my high, throbbing and tightening around him. I knew he was close to finishing.
“Stiles,” I screamed and pushed into him, helping him go deeper. He did one final thrust before he pulled out, coming on my back, his breath shaky.
I groaned lowly and fell forward as Stiles let go of me, not caring what I looked like.
“C’mon babe, we have to get you in the shower,” Stiles mumbled. He slowly picked me up bridal style, walking to the bathroom. He set me down on the toilet, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. He turned on the water, making sure it was warm before he walked over, picked me up, and placed me in it.
I sighed and slumped into the tub, enjoying how warm it was.
Of course, my time was short as almost immediately, I heard Scott’s voice ring through my house. “Y/n? Are you okay? Where are you?”
I sighed and placed my head against the wall in annoyance. Stiles smiled sadly and stood up from beside the tub. “Do you still have some of my clothes in your closet?”
I nodded in response before dragging him down to meet my lips. “I love you. Stay safe.”
That was two weeks ago. I hadn’t seen Stiles again. Scott told me that they had him chained down in Derek’s basement. After what had happened, Stiles came willingly, only asking to make sure I was safe. When asked why, Stiles just stated he had a bad feeling.
I was sitting in his jeep now, tapping on the wheel. I didn’t have his keys, of course, he wouldn’t give them to anyone. The only exception would only be Scott because of how close they are. I wanted to cry, if I was being completely honest. I wasn’t allowed over at Derek’s house while he was there. I was told that it might set him off if he sees me. Last time was while he was in heat, now he’s fighting an irresistible craving and he couldn’t drink supernatural blood.
I missed him so much, and the fact that he was obviously not okay only made it worse. I would get short updates every now and then, but the pack refused to tell me anything. The last time someone tried to, Liam accidentally stated that Stiles wouldn’t stop screaming for me. I just wanted to help. If anything, I should be the one to settle him down. I didn’t understand why I couldn’t at least go see if I could be of any help.
I slammed my head on the wheel of the jeep one time and groaned, something I seemed to be doing often. While he was gone, I was left with some clothes of his and pictures.
From the little knowledge I had, it seemed like they were trying to track down the vampire who bit him. Apparently, Stiles had to kill him to become human again. After some extensive research myself, that was all I could find as well- well, at least from a valuable source. The rest talk about some Edward Cullen shit that I didn’t care too much to hear about. That wasn’t the point it.
It was night time when I stepped out of the jeep. Of course, it was always nighttime when bad stuff happened. The daytime just wasn’t scary enough, I guess.
I was walking to my front door – the others had moved Stiles’ jeep to my house saying something about how it should stay in safe hands - when I was grabbed from behind and pushed into a wall. A cold hand wrapped around my mouth while the other pushed me into the wall. I let out a muffled shriek.
“Finally,” a deep voice spoke from behind me, “I have you.”
That was all I heard before I blacked out as he pressed harshly on a pressure point on my neck.
I awoke what seemed like hours later as the sun was beginning to rise. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around to see I was tied to a chair in the middle of what seemed to be a living room. I could feel my anxiety settling in the pits of my stomach from not knowing where I was or how long I had been out.
I pulled at the ties, trying to see if there were any loose points. However, when I pulled my leg, trying to figure out if it was loose, a man walked into the room. He was on the phone, frowning as if he were trying to figure it out. He was tall, that was for sure, and he had long black hair and bright red eyes. I tried to shrink into my seat when he looked my way, a lazy smirk on his face.
He gleamed brightly at me, two long, pointy teeth sticking out. I took a deep breath as he walked towards me. “Good morning.”
“Why am I here,” I gulped, pulling at my arm ropes.
The man tutted and scrunched his nose. “Why did he choose you of all people. You’re quite the opposite. He stood tall and proud while you hide like a meek kitten.”
I frowned at him and spit in his face, trying to prove a point of sorts. “Fuck you.”
The man chuckled and backed away, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Now that’s more like it.”
I was about to say something again when his phone cut him off. He answered the call quickly, picking at his nails. I pull at the wrist ties once again, though I knew it was futile.
“Bring me the boy. ... Yes, I have her. … That was the deal. … If you don’t bring him to me, I will kill her. … I want him in my coven. … bring him! ...”
He was talking furiously, glaring at me while I held my breath. I scratched the chair nervously. What was he planning?
I was going to say something to him when he hit the wall, making a hole in the brick. “Those idiots just don’t pay attention.” He walked out the room, slamming the door.
He left me for a few hours. Why were there always a period of time between stuff? Why couldn’t every just- I don’t know – happen? I was half asleep and hungry when he walked in, whistling happily. I looked at him confused; he simply ignored me.
He walked behind me and picked up the chair, causing me to freak out, jerking around in the chair. The man simply ignored me and carried me outside. I immediately closed my eyes from the bright light. It was sometime in the afternoon. I opened my eyes to see the pack standing in front of me, Stiles front and center, red eyes shining brightly even from where I was.
“Stiles,” I yelled out, jerking forward in the chair.
The man laughed before patting my head. “Ahh, Stiles, I’m glad you came to your senses. I’m sure you’ll enjoy being by my side. I can be reasonable.”
Stiles nodded and walked forward, the man meeting him halfway. I watched with wide eyes. He was going to join him?
I was about to cry out for him to stop when Stiles did something unexpected. A blade fell from his hoodie’s sleeve. Stiles moved forward quickly. Apparently, the man didn’t see him coming as all I heard was a scream as Stiles drove the blade through his skull from the bottom of his chin.
I yelled out for Stiles, trying to see if he was okay. The vampire fell to the ground, dead. Stiles stood, shaking silently, before he collapsed to the ground, screaming. I continued to scream, struggling against the ropes that held me down. Scott rushed forward to hold Stiles while Malia and Lydia surrounded him. Kira and Liam rushed forward to untie me. They cut the ropes off of me and before I knew it, I was sprinting towards Stiles, pushing past Lydia and Malia, and holding his head in my lap.
I watched him groan in pain before he opened his eyes, the normal hazel having returned.
“Stiles,” I questioned quietly, trying not to frighten him, “Stiles, are you okay?”
I could feel tears running down my face as he smiled and pulled his hand up to cup my face. “I missed you,” he whispered.
I cried from happiness and clutched him tightly, bending down to kiss him. “Don’t ever let that happen again, please.”
Stiles chuckled and nodded. “I’ll try.”
“Now, come on,” I mumbled standing up, pulling him with me, “I feel like we both need a long deserved nap.”
Warnings: panic attack, it’s just terrible writing, depressing af
Request: @hannahriley12 asked:
One with Stiles Stilinski where the reader and Stiles are at one of Lydia's parties and he has a panic attack and reader calms him down. Thanks xoxo
A/N: I wrote this on my mom’s computer.
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I let out a grunt of annoyance as I felt some sort of liquid cover the front of my new shirt. Of course, I shouldn't have worn an actually good shirt to one of Lydia's parties, but she would have flipped if I wore anything different. My face scrunched into a scowl before I hurried out of the crowded room and up the stairs.
It was quieter here as everything else was down there. Well, it was quiet until I approached the bathroom. As I padded down the long white hallway, my hearing picked up on the sound of heavy breathing and something falling over. I looked up at my feet in confusion and followed the noise to be met with the bathroom door.
I knocked cautiously, my hands shaking slightly.
"Go away," an all to familiar voice yelled back.
"Stiles," I questioned, knocking on the door, "can I come in?"
"No, n-no," he said, trying to breathe properly. His voice kept cutting off and shaking as he tried to fix himself. "You can't see me like this."
"Stiles, please," I yelled back as I heard the sound of something breaking. My hand reached for the doorknob and twisted it, sighing happily as it opened. It looks like he forgot to lock it.
When I stepped into the dimly lit room, I was met with Stiles leaning over the sink, choking on air. A glass cup was shattered on the ground to the right of him, and a few towels were fallen out of place. I ran forward, towards him.
"Hey, Stiles," I stated loud enough for him to hear but not to scare him. He looked like a wild animal trapped in a corner. "Stiles, tell me what to do. Tell me what you need."
Tears ran down his face and he stumbled back, falling onto his butt as he tripped over his own feet. His hands shook along with his legs. I crouched down beside him, listening to him whisper something. "You're not real. You're not real," he chanted to himself, pulling hand up to grip his hair. "This is just a dream. Wake up, Stiles!"
I swallowed harshly when I realized what was happening. Scott told me about their encounter in the school bathroom. "Stiles, this is not a dream," I spoke in a clear, smooth voice, trying not to freak out. "I promise."
"N-no, you always say that! You always say that and then you stab me! This isn't real!" He screamed, his face twisting in terror.
"How do I prove it to you? What's the difference between dream and reality?" I questioned, getting close, but not too close.
"My fingers," he choked out. "I have eleven fingers in my dream."
"Let's count then, Stiles, c'mon." I raised my hand next to his. "Let's count."
He raised his hands and began to count with me, calming down slightly. His hands shook terribly, and I couldn't help but feel bad for him. What had made him like this? When we finally got to ten and he realized it wasn't a dream, he burst into tears. He choked on his breathing, and pulled me into him, surprising me entirely. His arms wrapped around me in a tight hug, his face buried in my shoulder, crying loudly and soaking the part of the shirt. I slowly pulled my arms around him and rubbed small circles into his back, rocking him lightly.
"Hey, you're okay. Everything's okay. You did great." As I said those words, my mind was racing. There had to be something to help him. Anything.
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