I want to not be scared. That night in the school, I felt utterly weak. Like I needed somebody to come in and rescue me. I hate that feeling. I want to feel stronger than that. I want to feel powerful.
Crystal Reed as Allison Argent in Teen Wolf (2011-2017)
developed by Jeff Davis
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synopsis: you hadn’t seen stiles since middle school. but when your friend lydia invites you to a party, and you see stiles again for the first time. and he’s not the annoying kid who used to have a crush on you. now he’s hot.
warnings: underage drinking (in the usa), swearing, some suggestive language. some of them are probably ooc cause it’s been ages since i’ve written anything teen wolf oops.
notes: i’m very slowly making my return to tumblr. i’ve been listening to man’s best friend on repeat and got a little inspired.
you leaned in closer to the mirror in your bedroom, rubbing your lips together and dabbing away the excess lip gloss from the corners of your mouth with your fingertip.
“hurry up already!” lydia huffed from where she was sitting on the edge of your bed, leaning back with her arms outstretched to hold herself up. “if we don’t leave in the next 5 minutes we’ll be past fashionably late.”
“oh, whatever.” you rolled your eyes and turned around to face her, slipping the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “how do i look?”
“hot.” lydia replied and stood up. “now, come on! if we’re gonna get you a man, we need to hurry before all the good ones are gone.”
while you shook your head, you couldn’t help the amused smile that grew on your face as she pulled you out of your bedroom.
it had been months since you had even talked to a guy - with romantic (or sexual) intent, that was - and lydia had decided to make it a mission for herself to find you a boyfriend before the school year ended.
“you know, i bet if you went to my school instead of your silly private school, all the boys there would be falling over themselves to talk to you.” lydia sighed as you both headed down the stairs to the front door of your empty house. “so unfair.”
“please, i know the boys you go to school with.” you spoke with amusement. “i doubt any of them are any better than they were in middle school.”
“oh, you’d be surprised.” lydia said, flashing you her signature smile as you opened the passenger side door to her car. “some of them have really changed.”
“yeah, i’ll believe it when i see it.”
the soft voice of sabrina carpenter played through lydia’s speakers the moment she started the car, and the short drive consisted of failed harmonization attempts and mispronounced lyrics.
when lydia’s car pulled to a stop a short distance down the road, you checked your makeup in her car mirror one last time before the two of you headed down the sidewalk towards the bustling party at the house of someone you didn’t even know.
upon entering the house and hearing the loud music and equally loud chatter from the party guests, you needed a drink.
lydia immediately beelined for the kitchen, pulling you through the sea of half-drunk high school seniors by the wrist, and the two of you were examining the labels on bottles soon after.
“whose party is this, anyway, lyds?” you asked as lydia searched a nearby cupboard for shot glasses, gripping a bottle of some flavored vodka in her left hand.
“allison’s.” lydia responded with a hum as she set two small glasses on the counter in front of her. “you remember allison, right? you met her like a month ago.”
“brown hair, dating scott with the asthma from sixth grade?” you asked and lydia giggled.
“yeah.” she replied and handed you one of the glasses, clinking them together in a ‘cheers’ motion. “here’s to finding you a new man.”
“sure.” you laughed and downed the shot, immediately wincing at the taste after swallowing the drink. “ugh, i swear that tastes worse every time.”
“lydia!” a new voice cut in and you turned to see allison argent, the host herself, hurrying towards the two of you. scott mccall was close behind, one finger linked with hers as he followed his girlfriend around like a puppy. “and y/n, right?”
“yep.” you offered a friendly smile as she and lydia hugged, then she turned and hugged you next, which you weren’t expecting.
“this is my boyfriend, scott.” allison introduced, locking her arm around scott’s as he gave you an awkward smile.
“we’ve actually met already.” scott spoke up and allison turned to face him. “we used to go to school together.”
“oh, right. duh.” allison nodded as lydia handed you a cup of whatever alcoholic concoction she had been making while you spoke with her friends. “sorry, i’m already a bit tipsy, but help yourselves to any of the drinks.”
lydia gestured to her cup with a smile. “sweetie, we already have.”
an hour in and you had already spoken to multiple people you hadn’t seen since you were all twelve, now you were eighteen and in just a couple months you’d be graduating.
“anyone caught your eye?” lydia’s voice asked in your ear and you spun with a gasp, holding one hand to your chest at her sudden appearance.
“jesus christ! give a girl a warning, next time.” you exclaimed with a sigh of relief and lydia’s lips turned into a smirk.
“i take that as a no.” lydia said and you stayed quiet, lifting what was now your fourth drink to your lips for a sip. “you know what? come with me.”
“where?” you asked.
“just trust me. he’s your type.”
lydia grabbed onto your hand and began pulling you along again before you could protest.
you didn’t know where she was leading you, but you looked ahead to see allison and scott talking to another boy, who had his back facing the two of you.
“hey, guys.” lydia said and the boy turned, but you couldn’t see his face from your place behind lydia.
as you took another sip of your drink, lydia pushed you a few steps forward so your eyes could finally settle on the boy’s face.
“y/n, don’t you know stiles?” she introduced smoothly and your heart stopped as you took a double take - then a triple take.
you did know stiles… six years ago.
back then he was obsessed with you. twelve-year-old stiles stilinski had the biggest crush on you and he made it extremely obvious.
you, on the other hand, didn’t like stiles at all. you found him annoying, much like all the other pre-pubescent boys in your classes, and you didn’t like that he liked you because you thought he was ugly and a bit of a loser.
but now?
oh, boy.
your eyes traveled up and down stiles’s frame. maybe it was because he lost the buzzcut and finally grew out his hair, or maybe it was how much taller than you he was now.
it could’ve been the way his brown eyes hadn’t moved from your face since lydia said your name, or the way his shoulders filled out the flannel shirt he was wearing very nicely. maybe it was just his face.
whatever it was, you knew stiles stilinski was now, undeniably, hot.
“huh.” was all you managed out after you looked stiles up and down again.
“uh, hey, y/n.” stiles stammered slightly, looking over to scott in a panic like he was going to melt any second.
you could’ve sworn stiles was pretty unattractive as a kid, you were so sure of it. but how on earth could an ugly kid make such an attractive man?
“hi, stiles.” his name fell off your tongue so nicely, so naturally. you smiled.
“thank me later.” lydia whispered in your ear before she and allison disappeared. scott pat stiles on the shoulder before he followed.
“it’s been a while.” you noted and stiles laughed awkwardly, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.
“yeah. yeah, it- it has.” he nodded, swallowing and hoping it would fix how dry his mouth was looking at you.
if he had a crush on you when you were twelve, then, fuck, he was in love with you now. he couldn’t help the way his eyes slowly drifted away from your face and down your neck, down to your chest, before snapping back up to your eyes.
“how have you been?” you asked casually, your tone sweet, and stiles struggled to reply.
he seriously thought he was over this crush. it had been several years since he had seen you last, but it came back with a vengeance the moment he laid his eyes on you.
“i’m good.” stiles strangled the words out as he nodded.
“you look good.” you nodded in agreement and stiles went red immediately. “do you work out?”
stiles seemed to short circuit at the question, or maybe it was the way your hand brushed ran down the side of his bicep.
“no. no, i don’t.” he shook his head, lifting one arm to scratch the back of his neck awkwardly and you noticed the way his arm flexed as he did so.
“hmm.” you ran your hand up his other arm again and stiles froze in place.
he managed to collect himself again, picking up his drink and lifting it to his mouth to take a long sip.
“so what have you been up to, stiles?” you asked him before taking a sip of your own drink. a smirk tugged on your lips at his reactions, threatening to show on your face.
“me?”
“is there another stiles here?” you teased and he scratched the back of his neck again.
you couldn’t believe yourself. if you from sixth grade - hell, if you from yesterday knew you were flirting with and thinking about hooking up with stiles stilinski, you knew past you wouldn’t approve.
but current you certainly did. and that was enough.
“i, um… i’m on the lacrosse team.” stiles managed the words out.
“yeah? you any good?”
“no.” he replied honestly. “i spend most the games on the bench.”
you hummed and reached up to brush away the hairs that fell over his forehead.
“i bet you look really hot in the uniform, though.” you said. “when did you get hot, by the way? because i like it.”
“you think i’m..?” stiles’s words were lost in his throat as he chuckled breathily with raised eyebrows. “wow. i mean, you’re… shit.”
you finished your drink and put the empty cup down on the table beside you before brushing your hand against stiles’s free one.
“i’m… shit?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow, and stiles ran a hand over his face.
“fuck, sorry, no, i mean… you’re -” he let out a sigh and a bit of a chuckle. “you’re so… and you think i’m…”
he gestured between the two of you and you connected your hand with his.
“mm?” you gave him a look that told him to go on.
“god, you’re beautiful.” he said and lifted his own hand. it ghosted against your hip like he was scared to touch you. you pushed his hand against your hip with your own and he gripped onto you easily, his eyes flickering all over your face and body. “can i get your number?”
you laughed and stiles’s stomach dropped. he freaked out, did you not actually like him? were you messing with him this whole time?
“stiles, baby, you can have that and more.” you told him and dug through your purse to pull out a pen.
you grabbed onto his hand and stiles watched in awe, his heart beating out of his chest as the ballpoint tip met with the skin of the back of his hand.
a moment later blue ink read out a sequence of numbers - your phone number - on the back of his hand.
you popped the lid back onto the pen and it disappeared into your bag again.
stiles was in disbelief. the girl he had the biggest crush on in middle school just gave him her phone number.
the girl he had seen again once at the mall, who had then become the star of his wildest fantasies, thought he was hot.
you were right in front of him, he could feel your fingernails graze against his arm and he swore his jeans were starting to feel too tight.
you giggled at the bewildered expression on his face and leaned forward, onto your tiptoes, to kiss him on his cheek.
“i’ll see you around, stiles, yeah?” you said and stiles blinked, snapping out of his thoughts.
“what? you’re leaving?” he questioned, his heart sinking and a pouty frown appearing on his face.
you gave him a shrug. “text me.”
you started to walk away and stiles watched, his eyes drifting down your back, until you swiveled around.
“unless… you wanna walk me home?” you suggested, the smallest flirty smirk on your lips.
stiles didn’t hesitate to jump forwards, letting you grab onto his hand and lead him away from the party.
and maybe him walking you home would lead to you inviting him inside… of course, only to give him the house tour.
a/n: or whatever idk how i feel about this so i hope you like it
I need more fics where Stiles' and Scott's money problems are talked about.
Jackson, Lydia, the Argents, and the Hales are pretty well off. Danny isn't as rich but he's still middle class comfortable.
Boyd, Erica, and Isaac are from less well off families but they get used to Derek buying things for them.
Meanwhile Scott and Stiles are still just poor.
Scott has a job and makes his own money but he still spends most of it helping his mom. What little he has left, he spends on Allison.
Stiles' dad won't let him get a job so he can focus on school. He used to tutor sometimes but only when he was saving up for someone's birthday. Then when all the supernatural stuff started he was too busy to do that.
I just imagine that there's a new big bad in town and they need magic stuff to defeat it, so Derek gives his card to Stiles and has him go buy whatever magical supplies they need.
Stiles ends up going all around town for herbs and things and eventually one of the stores is in a mall or something and at this point he's super hungry. He has to pass through the food court on the way out and gives in to his hunger.
He stops at McDonald's and is only planning on buying a burger from the dollar menu but the cashier tells him that they have a special going on and he can upgrade to a large meal and save $2, so he gets the meal.
It's only 5 bucks and some change but then the cashier asks him if he wants to round up to $6 for St. Judes charity and he doesn't want to seem like a bad person so he does that too.
He moves to the side as he waits for his food but then he starts talking to the cashier(he's the only one in line). Eventually she tells him that she's saving up her tips so she can buy a new backpack for her younger sister.
She tells him about how her sister was upset about only getting hand-me-downs and wanted a new backpack for school but their parents couldn't afford it.
He gets his food and tips her $5.
When he gets back to the loft he hands Derek his card back and anxiously mentions that an extra charge might come through on his card.
Scott immediately turns toward them and looks concerned.
Derek tenses up and says, "How much."
Stiles bites his lip like he doesn't want to say but Derek gives him the judgy brows so Stiles just hangs his head and announces, "Eleven dollars...".
Scott gasps. "Eleven dollars!? Dude...."
Stiles is just like, "I know, I know, I didn't mean to.." he quickly stumbles through an explanation and ends it with, "I'll pay you back, I'm sorry."
Scott is disappointed but doesn't want Derek to kill his best friend so he jumps in and offers to pay for it.
"I get paid on Friday, I can pay you back then..." He turns to look at Derek and gives his best puppy eyes.
Stiles just stays with his head down, fiddling with his fingers.
Everyone else in the room is a mix of confused and amused.
Derek is mostly confused, and is like "It's fine. You don't have to pay me back. It's just eleven bucks."
Stiles' head pops up and both him and Scott give Derek matching shocked faces.
"JUST!?" Stiles is guffawed.
Jackson pipes up. "You know he's like super rich right?"
Scott and Stiles turn to him with confused looks.
Peter steps in super casually. "Anything less than fifty dollars doesn't even count as an expenditure."
Stiles and Scott look at each other equally baffled at that statement.
The richer parts of the pack are equally as baffled that anyone thought eleven bucks was a lot. Erica, Boyd, and Isaac are a little more understanding but still very amused.
After that the pack start spending money on each other a lot more. At first they mostly spend it on Stiles or Scott just to see the anxious look in their eyes but then it gradually shifts to spending it on everyone.
Also after that incident, Allison realizes how meaningful it is for Scott to pay for most of their dates despite not having a lot of money and starts trying to pay instead. They have many arguments over it but also fall more in love with each other every time.
Derek endlessly showers Stiles in gifts to prove to himself that he can provide for his mate. As soon as Stiles looks at or even mentions something, Derek immediately buys it for him. Stiles is very annoyed by this but equally as grateful for it.
He tries to give back to Derek by doing things for him like cooking and cleaning but Derek misunderstands and thinks that Stiles figured out his feelings and is accepting his courtship.
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Stiles and Derek finally getting together and everyone is really shocked how easily they get along. They bicker all the time but they never fight. When shit hits the fan they move in sync, speak without words, share things so easily it’s actually really damn annoying to all the other couples.
And eventually it turns into that episode of The Big Bang Theory where the partners are mad because Sheldon and Amy appear to have the best relationship. And the packs will be damned that the grumpy alpha who barely speaks and the snarky human asshole are the healthiest couple they have…Except, they kind of are?
Stiles to Derek: “Would you like some of my Pizza?”
Derek: “Sure.”
Stiles to Derek: “Can I have some of your burger?”
Derek: “Absolutely not.”
Scott and Allison giving each other knowing looks before Scott glares at Derek. “Won’t even Share your food with him? And you think you guys have a better relationship than us?”
Derek growling at Scott: “It has avocado. He’s allergic! Are you so jealous of our relationship you want him to die?”
They finally leave the restaurant and it dissolves into That 70s Show moment where Stiles mentions he’s cold and Derek immediately slips his jacket off and drapes it over his shoulders vs Lydia looking at Jackson.
“I’m cold too.”
Jackson throws his hands up in the air. “Oh my god Lydia I don’t control the weather!”
