"When the band just found out Scottie has a crush on Y/N"
[The front door of Stephen's house gets a few knocks, he walks up to the door, and opens it. Standing on the porch is Y/N, holding a good amount of food in a bag, scent of burgers and buffalo wings. Right next to him is Neil, staring with his mouth open]
M!Reader : Hey, Stephen!
[Y/N greets with a smile, lifting the bag]
M!Reader : I thought you guys might be starving, so I brought us some food!
[Stephen's eyes stare at the food. He steps to the side to make way for them both to enter. Y/N walks in first, Stephen then pays his attention to Neil]
Stephen : Hey, what are you doing here?
Neil : I need to see this...
[Neil murmur, His voice genuinely sounds like he wants to see where the situation will go. Stephen hums and casually nods, completely understanding the assignment]
Stephen : Right, the viewing area is right over there...
[Stephen gestures towards the couch near the kitchen. Kim and Knive are already sitting down waiting for "it" to begin, watching Y/N sets the food on the kitchen counter, unboxing the food. Neil walks in and sits in the space between Kim and Knive]
[Stephen walks up next to the edge of the couch, standing while crossing his arms, also waiting for the "show" to start]
Stephen : Scottie! Your man— date– person–Y/N's here!
[Stephen sits on the couch cushion. Footsteps scramble down the hall. A second later, Fem!Scott drifts into the open doorway of the kitchen. She freezes the moment she sees Y/N. Y/N turns his head at her with a smile]
M!Reader : Hey, Scottie!
[Fem!Scott's eyes widen. Total absolute panic runs through her nervous system, a blush appearing on her face. She instantly thinks she NEEDS to look cool, she NEEDS to look flirty asap!]
[Clearing her throat aggressively, Fem!Scott tries to casually throw her weight to the side, wanting to lean her forearm against the door frame]
Fem!Scott : H-Hey there—
She completely misses the wall.
Fem!Scott : —AGH!!!
[With a miss, her whole arm slices through the empty air, her whole body comes crashing down hard onto the floor]
M!Reader : ...Scottie, are you okay?!
.
.
[From the couch, Kim, Knives, Neil, and Stephen just watch the crumble form of the band's bassist lay on the floor]
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Summary: The reader and boyfriend Scott are busy making a day of putting up holiday decorations when Scott gets the craziest idea.
Word Count: 1332
A/N: This one is so goofy but I was like “lol that’s so scott”. I hope you enjoy!
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“Babe, could you come here for a minute?” you were were practically hanging off of the side of the house, the ladder supporting you nearly collapsing as you struggled to staple rainbow colored lights to your gutter. Scott was situated at the porch of your house trying to shovel the deep snow off, his headphones blaring music. You had to yell for him twice before h turned around and looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You let out a shriek as the ladder, on its final leg, fell underneath you and you were left hanging onto the gutter of your house.
“Oh!” Scott shouted, running up beneath you with his arms held out, “Okay, jump. I’ve got you!” the two of you fell in a heap onto the cold ground, piles of fluffy snow and strings of lights surrounding you, “Do you need a spot or something?” Scott asked with a laugh.
You scoffed and dusted the snow off of your peacoat before getting to your feet. Grabbing the string of lights from the ground, you lent Scott a hand up from the cold ground, “Please,” you said with a smile. Scott helped you set the ladder back up and lent you a hand for support as you climbed it, pulling the remaining string of lights up with you, “Staple gun, please!” you reached for the stapler that Scott held out in his free hand, the stainless steel now freezing cold from being dropped in the sub zero temps of the snow. You were stapling away, trying your best to create a straight line of colorful light bulbs. They were inspired by your mom’s Christmas lights from your childhood; oversized, rainbow colored bulbs that hung and used up all of the energy due to the fact that they weren’t LED lights. Luckily, your vintage inspired lights weren’t going to suck all of the energy from the neighboring houses, “Y/N, I just had the best idea!”
“What?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow as you hopped down from the ladder. You dusted your hands off, blowing on them to try and warm them up. Scott’s face was lit up with excitement as he grabbed ahold of your wrist and led the way to the garage, just like a young kid on Christmas morning, “Scott, it’s freezing! I’m ready to go inside and warm up before we put up more lights,” you said with a whine.
Scott tore away from you and went on a hunt for supplies, “I’m going to build… wait for it…a human snow globe!” he exclaimed, “I know we have a tiny kid pool somewhere and one of those human sized hamster balls. I’ll just have to grab some battery powered lights and fake snow,” he was throwing things out of cardboard boxes as you stood there shaking your head at him, trying to keep from laughing. You knew it was a silly idea, but Scott was so stubborn that he would just have to figure that out himself, “I’ll be back before you can say Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!”
“Oh, Scott. Please be careful,” you rolled your eyes and planted a kiss on his lips as he snagged the keys from their spot on the hook, “I’m going in to warm up. Keep your phone on you please, and call me if anything bad happens! I don’t need my boyfriend stuck in a human hamster ball all season.”
You waved from the step as Scott backed out of the driveway, honking gleefully from the driver’s seat. A laugh escaped your lips as you went in for a cup of hot coffee and a snack as you waited for his return. Where on earth did he even get an idea to make himself the subject of a human sized snow globe?
“I’ll just be in the backyard!” Scott waved, his arms full of grocery bags as he ran passed you to kiss your cheek. You smiled and rolled your eyes at him as you pulled Santa and his sleigh pulled by reindeer from the back of your garage. It was your favorite set of Christmas decorations that you owned. Santa sat on his sleigh in the yard, the reindeer pulling the sled through the path of lights that you put out.
You were whistling along to the holiday song stuck in your head as you hammered reindeer into the yard with wooden stakes and tossed lights into a straight line in the yard. Decorating was your favorite thing to do during the holiday season which was proven true by how many decorations you had. You’d even invested candy cane sticks to line the driveway, illuminating your path. All you were concentrating on was decorating your house for your favorite holiday of the year, which is why you jumped nearly ten feet into the air when your phone started ringing.
“Hello? What? Scott, I can’t hear you. Talk slower!” you said with a sigh, already on your way to the back yard. You could hear him talking quickly and frantically, his voice bouncing off of the walls of his human sized hamster ball.
“Okay, I might losing air and going light headed and I may need you to unzip this snowglobe. That’s after you marvel at it and take a picture for me, okay?” you had hung up on Scott as soon as you saw him sitting in the ball, tossing snow into the air as he was waving frantically.
You laughed quietly to yourself and shook your head, it really looked like a snowglobe. If Scott was supposed to be the cheerful little Holiday figure inside, he was doing a poor job at the time that you saw him, looking as exhausted as you felt from all of the yard work, “My gosh!”
“Take a picture!” he shouted at you, signing for you to use flash. You giggled and counted down from three, taking a couple of photos of your gleeful and childish boyfriend inside of a globe. You could hardly see Scott in the photo thanks to all of the condensation from Scott’s breathing, there was so much fog that he drew a smiley face on the plastic before you unzipped the large, heavy duty zipper to let in the chilling air. He started gasping , filling his lungs with the freezing air as he crawled out of the globe.
Your mouth fell agape and you gasped as he fell onto the snow, “You nearly passed out, are you crazy? Where on earth did you get an idea to make yourself into a snow globe?” you pulled Scott to his feet and helped him walk along the snow as he laughed, brushing you off while still panting for breath.
“I didn’t pass out and yes I am crazy! You know this! Come on, it was awesome. I can’t wait to see those photos,” he said with an airy smile. Even though he had run out of oxygen and had been stuck in a freezing globe of plastic, his eyes were still lit up with youthful excitement, “Gosh, it’s freezing out here.”
You pushed open the door and dropped your coat onto its hanger, “Come on, let’s warm up. We can enjoy the lights from in here,” you said with a laugh, placing your tea kettle onto the stove to heat up, “Where on earth did you get a crazy idea like that?” you repeated your first question, shaking your head in disbelief.
“What, you’ve never looked at a snow globe and wondered what it was like to be in one?” Scott rolled his eyes at you and reached for a mug, waiting patiently for the water to come to a boil. It seemed to be taking years, only a slight whistle escaping the kettle.
You laughed at him and threw your arms around his neck as you kissed him, “No, I have never once wondered what it was like to be in a snow globe.”
Requested by Anon - I’ve been watching the Night shift recently and gosh that Scott guy is like the hottest dude on my telly, can you write anything for him? fluff, smutt, i dont care as long as it has him in it and you dont kill me or him?? gosh i need that rn thanks darlin ilysm
Requested by Anon - 43 with Scott from the night shift please. But could it be Scott asking the reader? Love your work xx
A/N – I combined two requests together, hope it’s okay <3
Characters – Scott x Reader
Word Count – 535
‘Hey Scottie.’ You said cheery, he took in your appearance and the lack of coordination and noted that you were drunk. He stood aside and watched as you stepped in.
‘Are you drunk?’ Scott asked, you looked at him but had to blink a couple of times before he focussed. When the room started to spin you closed your eyes for a second before re opening them.
‘Maybe.’ You trailed out. You tripped up taking your shoes off and thanks to your slow reactions you were falling face first, until a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Scott pulled you up, keeping your close to his chest, when you placed a hand on top of his chest you looked up at him.
‘You’re my hero.’ You said, going on your toes to kiss him.
‘Yeah, I know.’ He said rolling his eyes. When you dropped your head against his chest, he sighed before hooking an arm behind your knees and another on your waist, securing you before he started walking up the stairs.
‘Now let’s get you to bed.’ He stated as you made an incoherent noise.
‘Don’t worry I didn’t change you.’ You heard Scott say, as you looked down at his shirt on your body.
‘How am I in your shirt then?’ You questioned.
‘You stole from my washing and put it on before climbing onto the bed and passing out.’ He commented as he passed you a glass of water and pain killers. You smiled and thanked him as he walked out the room.
‘Your clothes are on the dresser, I’ll meet your down stairs.’ He said and pointed at the dresser where your clothes were folded neatly.
‘I’m sorry.’ You said as you entered the kitchen. Scott glanced at your over his shoulder.
‘About what?’ he quizzed.
‘Showing up here drunk, your just back from recovery and I came her steaming.’ You said truthfully, he just waved a hand as he turned back to the kettle.
‘It’s fine, nice to know who’ll you’ll come to if you need help.’ He said, you knew he was hinting at something
‘I’d always come to you.’ You said truthful.
‘You always seem to go to TC.’ He said, and you stood up, walking over to him.
‘Is that jealously I hear?’ You asked him, and he shook his head, handing you the cup. You took the cup before setting it down on the counter, grabbing his arms and bringing him in, when your lips connected with his. You placed your hands on the nape of his neck, pulling the small hairs that were there, he moaned as he placed his hands on your hips, pulling you closer, one moving up until it was entwined in your hair. You pulled back and both of you were breathless, almost gasping for air.
‘Me and TC were in the rangers together, that’s all.’ You said as you bumped his nose with yours. He relaxed and smiled slightly.
‘I’ve always liked you, but you were busy with Jordan.’ You commented, he looked down before smiling. His hands tightened slightly.
‘I’m not anymore.’ He said before he attacked your lips with his and pressed you against the counter.
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Summary: Moving is always sad when you leave things behind. When you have to leave Beacon Hills, you’re more than demolished. You force yourself to forget to be able to move on, but you regret forgetting the day you come back to town, years after your departure. What did you forget? And why does it seem so important for Scott?
Word count: 2070
Requested? Yes, by @5sospoplikerock
Pairing: Reader x Scott
A/N: Wow this took long. Sorry for the wait! I hope you like it! Thanks to @maddie110201 who helped me with this story as well!!
Forever tag list: @rosecoloredshawn @multilovee (you can still ask to be in this tag list!)
“Promise me!” You asked, crying, your little fist constantly wiping away the tears from your cheeks.
“I promise you, one day I’ll marry you, Y/N.” His voice rang against your ear. You can’t help the little laugh that escaped your mouth.
“I’ll come back. I’ll come back, I swear, I promise, Scott, I’ll come back and make you hold your promise.”
“I can’t wait. I miss you already,” Scott mumbled, passing his hand on your soaked cheek and then on your ear to replace a lock of hair behind it.
And then, even if you two were young, you knew what to do. You mouth already closed as you keep getting closer until your lips collided gently for a deep and painful goodbye kiss. You didn’t know if you were going to see him again.
But you made a promise. And he made one too.
It's been years. Years since you left, left Beacon Hills behind because your parents had to move for work. You had been so sad, demolished, cried for weeks over this city, all your friends, and especially him, your best friend. Scott. You had missed him so much, especially at the beginning. His absence was worse than a hole in your chest; you had so much trouble making new friends. But you had succeeded, over time.
And now, 18 years old, your parents were moving again.
To Beacon Hills.
This city you had almost forgotten, lost in the depths of your thoughts, well hidden. The memories attached to it being too painful, you had buried everything. And when the sound of the city’s name echoed in your ears, you didn’t know if you wanted to jump of joy, a huge smile stretching your lips, or go cry because of all the memories resurfacing simultaneously.
"What?” You murmured, your eyes round and inexpressive. The information hadn’t yet made its way to your brain.
"We’re going back to Beacon Hills. "
It had been so long. So many years had passed, years when you forced yourself to forget this city without history but full of memories. And during the whole drive, you kept asking yourself questions. What would the city look like? And, above all, will Scott remember you? What did he look like after all these years?
A mixture of excitement and fear mixed in you, causing you to gnaw at one of your fingernails frantically as you watched the landscape scroll through the open window of the car.
What if ... Scott didn’t want you anymore?
You vaguely remembered your departure that day. Tears, him, sadness. The rest was bathed in an indestructible mist.
Eventually the car entered the city. Immediately, you stood up in your seat and began to glance around you, under the laughter of your mother. If you could, you'd probably have passed through the window.
You really missed Beacon Hills.
The car passed in front of the high school and the hospital to finally park in front of the house’s garage. You glanced at the house that was smaller than the last one, but it was enough. The moving truck was already there and the furniture being unloaded, your father giving the instructions. As soon as the car was motionless, you went out, a cardboard box in your hands and took a deep breath, a smile stamped on your lips.
It was so good to be back.
A week later, it was the beginning of school. You wanted to go see Scott immediately, or Stiles, your childhood friend who was always with you, a real inseparable trio, but you were too afraid to create a shock or to not recognize them. And returning to school seemed like the perfect opportunity to find someone.
So it was with apprehension that you went to school, walking alone and uncertain among a crowd of unknown teenagers.
You felt alone in a big world filled with no face or identity. Invisible and so alone.
Until, lost in this big and new school, your look captured something. A fraction of a second was necessary for your brain to link the image with a distant memory in your head. And it was only with this fraction of a second that you could feel the world revolve around you. Everything got to idle, students walking, time slowing down everything but you. The fraction of a second expanded and extended so that you had time to see it. Your heart made a long and noisy beat in your ears.
There, before you, at the end of the corridor, you had seen him. He hadn’t changed so much, where you were standing you could notice he was taller, his hair was shorter but it was him. You were certain, your heart hurt. A single idea then appeared in your mind, you had to join him.
Pushing the students, you rushed to the last place where you saw him. You didn’t care about the insults that were thrown at you, you had to get there. Your heart was beating fast.
As you turn the corridor, your smile of hope fell. Of all the students, you couldn’t see him. Your look passed on every face quickly, retailored, scrutinizing them, but none were matching with the one you were looking for. Did you dream? The disappointment hit you heavily.
"Y / N ...?” An uncertain voice made behind you. A voice you didn’t know, grave and a little hoarse. Although the sound of the voice didn’t tell you anything, the way the person pronounced your first name gave you chills in the back. You could recognize him among hundreds of others.
You turned slowly as you felt the tears invading your eyes. Then you find yourself in front of a boy of your age. His brown eyes were dark, his hair messy and you could see muscles under his t-shirt. His jaw was misaligned and a distinct, pale scar could be seen with attention under his eye on his cheek.
"Scott ..." You murmured, a smile stretching your lips and illuminating your face. No word was needed and you immediately took him in your arms. His embrace was firm but soft at the same time and you couldn’t help burying your nose in his neck to smell his scent. It was almost the same as before, only now you could detect a smell of soap and perfume.
"Is this a bad time?" Another voice spoke near you and you had to step back from Scott to see who talked. His hair longer, his moles on his cheeks.
"Stiles!” You exclaimed, taking him also in your arms under his confused look.
"Erm. Your face reminds me someone. You seem to know me. But I have a hard time ... "
"Use the force, Luke," you laughed, knowing very well that the reference to Star Wars that you used to tell him would clarify his ideas.
"Y / N !!!” Stiles exclaimed at last, shrinking back to look at you, then clasped you in his arms.
Once the hugs were done, you shrunk back to look at your two childhood friends. Both had tears in their eyes to see you again and you too had to do everything to not burst into tears in front of everyone.
"Y / N .... You ..." Stiles began gesticulating with his hands in all directions.
"You're beautiful," Scott finished in his place and you couldn’t prevent the red from invading your face. "You became a woman ..." He went on, detailing you up and down, a little smile on the corner of his lips.
"You're not bad either!" You laughed, feeling his arm, which was indeed very muscular. You did the same with Stiles and stopped. "Some things don’t change," you added, chuckling at his expression.
The day passed thus in the reunion. You told a brief summary of your last years and they did the same. At some times you felt like they were hiding things from you, but you didn’t try to understand. Some things had to remain secret sometimes.
And all the time you were catching with them, you had the impression that Scott was looking at you strangely. His look wasn’t the same as Stiles and he kept staring at you, as if he wanted to say something but didn’t dare. You shook your shoulders; he surely was very surprised to see you again.
However, you were about to know. At the end of class, while you were putting your books in your locker, one hand got on your shoulder. You jumped and went back to Scott who apologized for frightening you.
"It’s okay," you laughed.
"You don’t remember, do you?" Scott ended saying, seeing you no longer speaking. The corridor was almost empty, all the students had already returned home a long time.
"Remember what?" You asked him as you continued putting away your books without looking at him.
"The promise we made. "
"What promise?" You continued by closing your locker while putting your bag on your shoulder, paying all your attention to Scott. Your gaze fell on him and your smile vanished.
He was serious. And looked very sad, a spark of sadness darkened his black eyes.
" Oh no.” You began by placing your hands on your mouth. "I forgot something important, right?"
Scott smiled at you sadly but you saw very well that it was a forced smile. A smile that he didn’t have the heart to do, but he did it anyway to not worry you. Scott hadn’t changed.
"It's nothing," he whispered softly as he left without waiting for you. You groaned in frustration.
He really hadn’t changed.
You caught up with him and shouted his name.
"Scott! Wait for me!” You told him and finally he stopped to wait for you. You rejoined him and took your breath. "I want to know. "
"What?” Scott asked, raising his eyebrows.
"You're very bad. You’ve never known how to lie and it hasn’t improved over the years. "
"You didn’t change either," Scott began laughing softly, his soft, melodious laugh resounded in your ears like a comforting lullaby. "And you promised something. You made me promise something too," he added as he approached, becoming serious again.
"I was so sad to leave. I forced myself ... to forget ..." You confessed to him, guilty, while lowering your head slightly. Your heart automatically accelerated by feeling him close. He was getting closer and closer, you could feel his burning eyes on you and his scent wrapping you up.
"It should help you remember," Scott whispered, approaching even more. And then, by automatism or reflex, your hands stretched out to him and settled on his cheeks and you raised your head afterwards, surprised to know exactly what to do. It was like you had already done that, as if you had always waited for that moment. Your body remembered the posture that had to be adopted, the position of the body and the hands, but especially the mouth, the same mouth burning at the thought of landing on Scott’s.
And as soon as his lips rested on yours, the sweet and fruity taste pecked at your tongue, everything came back to you. The lost memories invaded your head, your departure, the kiss but above all, the promise. And with that the deep feelings you had for Scott filled your chest again. Your hands went to rest against his neck and brought him closer to prolong the kiss that intensified. Then, out of breath, you broke the kiss and drew back a little, breath short.
" I remember!” You exclaimed laughing, only happy.
Before you, Scott's eyes lit up. A smile also extended his face and you could see all the love shining on his face.
Suddenly, Scott pulled something he was wearing around his neck. A silver chain that had a small ring in it he probably put there. Then he put a knee on the floor and you clapped your hands against your mouth with tears in your eyes.
"I wear this necklace every day for years in expectation and hope you come back. That you keep your promise so I can also keep mine," Scott started, a big smile on his lips.
"Scott ..." You sobbed, emotions overflowing in you.
"I never stopped loving you. I never stopped waiting for you. Will you marry me, Y / N? "
Imagine: You go to a meeting at Scott’s house, to discuss over the new Beacon Hills’ new threat. There you bump into Peter Hale, who you deeply dislike, because he has precious information. But he makes the mistake of threatening Stiles, your boyfriend, and this get wild.
Word Count: 2252
The clock in your bedroom stroke seven P.M., letting you know you were terribly late for today’s meeting, which had been scheduled by Scott almost a week ago. And, if you knew McCall right, which you did, the boy would probably be plotting a way to rip your head off for not having enough commitment (you also feared for your ears) towards the pack issues. Like he did every single bloody time.
“Mum? I’m leaving!”
“May I know where are you going?”
“Scott’s.” You replied, softly, while grabbing your keys. “Don’t worry, I won’t be gone long. It’s just a couple of hours.”
“That’s exactly what you said last time! Y/N… Are you, like, seeing him? Or whatever you teens call it this days? Because it’s okay, he’s actually a good kid and…”
“What the heck?” Your voice came out quickly and as a high pitched sound. “Oh, God, no. Absolutely no.”
“You two spend too much time together, I just assumed…”
“Well, you’re wrong. He’s just a good friend who happens to need my help in, ah, biology.” You blurted out, finding some lame excuse to explain why you would be at his home.
“Oh, I’m sorry. So guys have been studying together this whole time?”
“Yeah, totally. He was almost failing.”
Of course lying to your mum was bad and, since the beginning, when you were turned into a werewolf, you truly desired to come clean with her about everything. However, Scott told you it would be better, and safer, if she did not know. Pondering a little, it was pretty clear that he was right. The woman would probably have a stroke or worse: send you to Eichen House believing her poor daughter had lost her mind. Considering both scenarios were bad, you chose wisely and stayed quiet.
“If it’s that bad, then you shouldn’t be wasting time talking to me. Go!”
“Thank you, beautiful!”
“And by the way, if I were you, I’d totally go for Scott. He’s hot!”
“Mum, you’re married!” Your eyes widened upon hearing the comment and you had hold in a laugh.
“So what? I’m married, not blind.”
“And that’s my cue to leave. Bye!”
“Be careful out there!”
You walked out of the house silently and went straight to the car, not having enough guts to agree with your mum. Even though she was not aware of your double life, being a supernatural creature meant you would always be a target to the bad guys and your life would always be at stake. So, definitely, “safety” was promise you could not live up to.
“This is not a good time to feel guilty about helping other people, Y/N.” You said to yourself, tightening the grip around the steering wheel.
Although McCall’s house was not far from yours, getting there alone was legit challenge. The road was dark and thin rain began to pour, which got your senses all crazy. Perhaps it was because a two hundred bad ass werewolf was running around in town and no one had clue on how to stop it.
A small sigh slipped, knowing that was, doubtless, tonight’s discussion subject. The third time in the week they gathered to share information and no one had a single thing to say. Not even Stiles, who could never shut his mouth up. Matter fact, sometimes you had to kiss him for it to happen, otherwise… Oh, and yes, he was your boyfriend. Sort of. Argh, it was complicated.
Without further warning, your phone began to rang loudly, scaring the hell out of you and forcing your return to reality.
“Uh, hi?”
“Y/N, where, for God’s sake, are you?” An angry alpha shouted.
“Don’t worry, Scotty. I’m already outside, just give me two minutes to park.”
“We’ve talked about this before and you keep letting it happen.”
“Oh, don’t be so mad. I just got caught up in some family drama!” You said, finally finding a spot near his house to park your car. “Apparently, my mum thinks you’re hot.”
“What?!” He squeaked, nervous, and you simply laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Oh, yeah. She thought we were dating and when I said we’re not, well, the words ‘I’d go for Scott’ may have slipped.”
While you walked towards his house, shaking from the rain, you heard him repeat the word “God” at least twenty times, which made a tiny giggle escape. It was hard not to laugh when Scott got nervous.
“I still can’t believe this.”
“Then don’t.” You shrugged. “Come open up the door for me.”
The phone suddenly went mute and was exchanged by sounds of feet thumping against the floor, clumsily, which indicated that it was Stiles who was coming. Your heart warmed up, thrilling with the idea of being with him again after so many hours split. If it was up to you, there was no time in the day you would be apart from Stilinski. And you knew he felt exactly the same way every time he pulled you into his warmth.
“Hey, you.” Stilinski whispered, winking.
“Hey.”
Your story with that brown haired boy was long and complicated, because not long ago he was madly in love with Lydia Martin, one of your best friends too. They had a kind of love you did not want to get in the middle of it, despite the pain you had to face all those times you saw him chase her down or hear him talk about the red hair over and over. However, as your friendship grew stronger, those feelings began to be left behind, opening up space for something new. Something neither of you could understand at its fullest.
“Are you in there?” Stiles asked, intertwining your fingers with one hand and the other was stroking your cheek.
“Oh, yeah. I just missed you, love.”
“I did too.”
You tiptoed to kiss him, your lips glued together as perfect match. In a couple of seconds, though, what started as sweet thing, became more urgent, more vicious. A pair of hands landed on your butt cheeks, getting your bodies closer and also helping you to wrap your legs around his waist. The heat was so suffocating they did not notice people entering the living room.
“Uh, guys, would you mind not having sex in my house? Like at all?” Someone requested, its voice coming out frustrated.
“They won’t listen to you, McCall.”
“Do you have any suggestions, Peter?”
Upon hearing that name, you ceased the moment immediately.
There was no word in the dictionary that could describe your feelings towards Peter Hale, for he was the man who changed your life forever when he decided to give you the bite. Also, he murdered a bunch of people for his own benefit and, after Derek ended his life, Peter tricked Lydia into bringing him back to life. What the hell was he doing there? At an important meeting to put down an enemy?
A low growl escaped your lips and, with no time, you jumped off your boyfriend’s lap, to face him with resentment infused in your eyes.
“I see the puppy still doesn’t like me.”
“Who exactly does?” Stilinski remarked, ironic. “I mean, you’re only allowed here for the information you said you had.”
“Stiles, don’t tease him, OK?” Scott warned, raising an eyebrow.
“Right.” The boy pursed his lips and crossed arms, sitting on the arm of the couch, next to Lydia. “Let’s get this over with.”
“Sure.”
“So we should wait for its next move? Is that what you’re saying?” McCall asked, confused. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“All I’m saying is you need to find a pattern.” Peter replied, rolling his eyes. “And you won’t be able to do that if you don’t wait.”
“No, we can’t put people in danger.” It was your time to say something over that nonsense “Absolutely not.”
“Listen, puppy, that’s the only alternative.”
You shook your head, not bothering to answer him and just huffing instead. There was no way you could agree to that, it was too insane, even if it meant finding the werewolf you had been looking for weeks. You embraced the bite with the promise you would always do good and killing people was not in the list. Definitely no.
The conversation kept going, Scott still trying to convince him that there had to be something they could do without putting all Beacon Hills High under a risk of another attack and you were pretty sure Lydia was talking as well. Yet, you knew it was worthless, for Peter would not change his mind or give the pack any extra ideas other than hurting people to reach his goals.
“Are you okay, Y/N/N?” Stiles questioned, touching your forehead. “You look a little pale.”
“Nah, I’m fine. Just a little bit nauseated.”
“Do you want me to take you home?”
“Stiles, I’m fine!” You shook your head. “Don’t worry.”
“What is happening?” Scott asked, dropping the talk quickly.
“Y/N is sick.”
“Stiles!”
“Oh, you already got yourself knocked up?” Hale said, maliciously.
“Shut up, Peter. This is not of your business.” Your boyfriend retorted, angry. “Why don’t you go back on sleeping in a grave? It’s where you should be, anyway.”
The man flashed his blue eyes and changed, snarling loudly.
“You should not make fun of me, boy. Otherwise I’d make a hell of a meal with your meat.”
Soon enough you stood up, narrowing your now golden irises and showing your teeth, dangerously. No one could threaten Stiles and leave unharmed.
“Say that again and I swear, I swear, I’ll make you beg for your death.“
"Do you think I’m scared of you, puppy?” His voice was deep and low, a guttural sound.
By now, there was no part of the human you left, only the wolf and its animalistic instincts. A roar rumbled through your body and, briskly, you ran towards the man in front of you, with no reservations.
“Y/N!” Scott yelled, the alpha tone within his voice. “Stop!”
“He is threatening my mate and I’m not supposed to allow that.”
“Baby, please stop.” Stiles whispered, slowly walking towards were you are. “Don’t do this to yourself.”
“Be careful.” Lydia said. “She’s not herself.”
“That’s silly. For me, she’s always Y/N, the sweet girl I love.” He replied. “And the girl I love would never hurt anyone.”
His kind words, alongside the touch on your cheek, made all the anger go away. The sharp nails and teeth disappeared, so did the gold in your eyes, which went to the natural Y/E/C. Stiles have always been the only who could bring you back from the edge. He was your anchor and purely the love of your life.
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be.” Your three best friends stated in unison.
“I could use an apology.”
“Shut up, Peter!” The pack shouted, laughing afterwards.
“Urgh, this is so not my thing.” He mumbled, leaving and slamming the door behind him.
A while later, after they fixed a couple of things that were misplaced, so Melissa would not kill them for messing her living room, McCall decided to order a pizza, giving the dreadful night a nice ending. You were totally on board with it, because denying food was strictly against your rules.
Lydia went upstairs to do some research whilst waiting and Scott said he had some homework to do, thus abandoning you and Stilinski in cold room. A smile appeared on your face as you swiftly straddled him, lying on his chest.
“Thank you for being there for me.”
He stroke your hair, carefully, giving you the exactly bliss you needed.
“I’m always there for you, Y/N.”
“Aw, you’re so sweet. I could just eat you up.”
“Don’t!”
You giggled, supporting yourself with your elbows to plant a kiss on his pink soft lips and thinking how no night could be bad as long as he was by your side giving you support.
“Uh, baby?”
“Yes?”
“I think it’s time we come clean to our parents about out relationship.”
“Why?”
“My mum thought I was dating Scott. She was also very graphic why should I date him.”
“What? What?!” His sweet brown eyes widened while he emitted a squeal. “Oh, no, no. I can’t live up to Scott! I can’t. She will be so disappointed! I’m way too fidgety and I talk too much and…”
“Oh shut up!” You squeezed his cheeks so his lips formed a pout. “Get this into your head: for me, you’re the only one and there’s not a person in the world who could make me feel like you do.”
"God! My girlfriend is crazy!”
At the same time a grin lighted up your face, for what the boy had just said, he uplifted his torso, all of a sudden, sitting both of you straight and nuzzling on your neck, which made you shudder. That Stilinski was such a tease!
“What are you doing?”
“Enjoying while you don’t get your brains back.” He said, pulling you into an urgent and passionate kiss that lasted a nearly a minute before the air ran out.
Stiles smiled, his lips slightly swollen and bright red because of the kissing, stroking your cheek. You wanted this moment to last forever, matter fact, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.
And you would.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
He replied softly, bonding, with another tender kiss, your destinies forever.
[At downtown Toronto – A quiet record store, near closing time]
[Y/N flipping through a dusty crate of vinyls when he hear the bell above the door jingle, A familiar voice calls out—too loud, too fast]
Fem!Scott : Hey! I was around the place—I mean, I was in the neighborhood! Just a normal coincidence meeting you here!
[Fem!Scott placed her hand against a shelf nearby, trying to look flirty... But clearly failing–
[Y/N stares to the side, raising a brow playfully]
M!Reader : Uh-huh, And the fact that this place is twenty blocks from your apartment…?
[Fem!Scott panicking slightly]
Fem!Scott : It’s exercise! I jog now, Ever since, uh… last Thursday!
[Fem!Scott gestures vaguely with her hands, then knocks over a stack of CDs behind her]
Fem!Scott : .....
M!Reader : .....
Fem!Scott : Okay! So maybe I was kind of hoping you’d be here–But not like a creep! Like, a cool, emotionally stable person who really wanted to ask you out and totally didn’t rehearse this seventeen times in the mirror–
[Y/N Chuckles, smirking]
M!Reader : ....You rehearsed?
[Fem!Scott starting to blush deeply]
Fem!Scott : What–No! ....Yes
[Y/N step closer, smiling along with a chuckle]
M!Reader : You could’ve just asked..
[Fem!Scott stays quiet, eyes wide]
Fem!Scott : S-Sooo, Um... Would you… like to maybe go out sometime?
M!Reader : Thought you'd never asked pilgrim, of course I do, the cafe next door? Tomorrow evening?
Fem!Scott : Ah–Yes!! Of course!
[Fem!Scott beams, walking away, doing a small triumphant fist pump to the air—then immediately bumps into a shelf]
Fem!Scott : ...Ow–Nailed it!
[Fem!Scott not knowing Y/N was still watching her walk away, chuckles]
