#stilinksi

      i didn’t have much against lydia, most of her faults of being rude and pushy were just a facade in which she wore to escape the torment of other high school students. i wish it wasn’t fake, upon getting to truly know her - i found that she was smart, caring, and a generally good person for the most part, it made her a lot harder to hate. i had hated her since the third grade, because while stiles fell in love with her. i fell in love with him. 

      it was a stupid cliche to fall in love with my best friend while he was infatuated with the pretty, popular girl. i felt like i was stuck in some dumb movie, but this wouldn’t end with him realising that i was always right for him, by the way things were looking now: it was much more plausible for him to end up with lydia rather me. i try to shake these remaining thought from my mind as i approach the stilinksi household, simply walking in like i was used to, making my way to stiles’s room. 

     just before i could make it, i slowed to a stop as i heard a female voice come from his room. i silenced myself as i listened in on the conversation. 

      “what do the different colored strings mean?” i could faintly hear, this was a definite moment where i wished i was a werewolf swimply to make the voices clearer, but even so- i could tell that it was lydia speaking, knowing that she was most likely talking about the strings that were skewed across the boys room in order to make his crime board. i would know, i helped hang some of it up. 

      “uh, just different stages of the investigation.” i heard stiles’s quick explanation, going on to tell the girl what all the colors meant and i could hear the pretty strawberry blonde girl in his room make a note of how the whole board was unsolved. i scoffed under my breath, stepping a bit closer as they changed the subject. nothing was wrong with their discussion, but it felt too late to just barge in, plus i knew that if i did then stiles would give me a look that meant he was upset with me for ruining his moment with dream girl. 

      “did you get detention for pulling the alarm?” the girl asked.

      “yep, everyday this week...it’s okay though, we were onto something.” 

     “even though we couldnt find any proof of barrow being there?”

      i was now glad again that i hadn’t barged in, since the tone of their talk took a quick change once stiles heard the worry in her voice, it became harder to hear as i imagined he calmed her in a low voice. a voice i was used to hearing myself when i needed comforting. 

      “you have been right every time something like this has happened, okay? so, dont start doubting yourself now.” 

      “no scent. no bomb..” she stayed silent for a moment, “and i got you in trouble.” 

       their voices got too low for me to hear again and i cursed silently, trying to imagine what he could be saying to her that would make her all gushy towards him out of nowhere. while also wishing that it was sitting on his bed as he whispered comforting words to me, just sitting with him and talking. suddenly, even their hushed whispers ceased before i heard quick footsteps coming my way. 

      i tried to act casual as they stopped in front of me. 

      “when did you get here?” stlies asked immediately, i gulped.

      “uh. i just walked in, why? did i miss something? where are we going?” i tried to deflect, and stiles was quick to believe me, offering me a small smile. though reassuring, it didn’t stop lydia from squinting her eyes at me, letting me know that she didn’t quite fall for my lie. i was lucky enough that she didn’t mention it aloud though. 

      “to the school, did you walk?” stiles continued our conversation, i nodded along as the three of us made our way to his jeep, with me crawling into the back so lydia could ride shotgun as stiles continued to fill me in on what we were doing and me acting like i knew we weren’t double checking the school for proof that barrow was there. 

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       soon enough, we arrived at the school and stiles was leading the way to the chemistry room as their biggest suspicion was the chemical closet. 

      lydia slowed and grabbed ahold of my sleeve to slow me down so we could talk discreetly.

      “listen, i don’t know how stiles can’t tell your lying, but i know that you were eavesdropping on our conversation. are you hiding something?” she accused making me shake my head. 

      “no, i just,” i sighed, “i didn’t want to disturb you guys, trust me, i would let you guys know if i had information to give.”

       lydia didn’t seem quite convinced as she watched me for a moment longer and i stared up ahead at the back of stiles’s head, not missing the small gasp that lydia let out.

       “you like stiles.” she stated proudly with a smile, my head turned quickly to look at her with eyes that pleaded with her to quiet down in case he could hear.

       “i do not, he’s my best friend.” i stated, “plus, you should know that he’s been hung up on you forever.” i brought, not feeling guilty for telling her since stiles was quite obvious with it anyways. i tried to quell my jealousy as i spoke so she couldn't pick it up, but all i heard was her scoff.

      “sure, best friend. as for stiles, i think that he likes you too.” i rolled my eyes and held back a laugh at her words.

      “yeah, right. i have as much of a chance with him that i do coach.” i joked. 

      “whatever you say,” lydia sighed out as we approached our destination and began to pick up our pace to be even with stiles, “but best friends don’t look at each other the way you two do.” she whispered with a wink before catching up with the boy in question. i frowned lightly as i followed pursuit, if this was supposed to be some joke - it wasn’t funny at all…

       i caught up with the pair as the three of us entered the chemistry classroom, “what are we even looking for?” i questioned, but was left unanswered as stiles made his way to the chemical closet and simply opened it. i felt the air around us get heavier. 

      “that’s supposed to be locked.” lydia mentioned, stiles let out a sigh. 

     “yeah, i know. notice anything else?”

      “it smells like chemicals…” lydia concluded, “they wouldn’t have been able to catch his scent.”

      i coughed awkwardly, “um, guys.” i brought their attention to me only to direct them to the pile of staples and blood next to stiles’ feet. “oh god, he probably stitched himself up.” i gagged.

       “so, he was here.” stiles sighed out, “and he was probably planning on killing someone.” he stood from his crouched position as we all made our way back into the main classroom.

      “but who?” lydia questioned, finding her way to the board as stiles glanced around the classroom for any other clues. i found myself standing next to lydia as she stared at the numbers on the blackboard.

      “what? does it mean something?” i asked her. 

      “its a formula.” she mumbled, “i bet it’s a clue.” she said before stepping closer. stiles came to stand next to me while lydia went on to explain how the numbers on the board were elements. she explained each letter until it came to an end and she had solved the puzzle. she stepped back to allow us to see what was on the board and i was sure that all of our werewolf friends could hear how fast my heart was beating from wherever they were as the clue was a name. my name.

      i could feel stiles tense up beside me, but everything else felt too still and quiet, but too fast to understand at the same time. i could feel my knees buckle underneath me, but strong hands wrapped around me, allowing me to fall softly to the ground with him.

      “hey, hey. it’s alright.” cames stiles’s soothing voice in my ear as he tried to calm me down, telling me that he wouldn't let anything happen to me. this wasn’t what i had meant when i mentioned i wanted to hear his soft voice calm me down - i was expecting more of a bad grade panic, not a death threat. this was new, i wasn’t supernatural, i wasn’t usually the one that stood in the eye of danger. so what did barrow want with me?

      i couldn’t feel any air enter my lungs and i began to heave, i could hear lydia and stiles arguing about what to do but i couldn't make out any of the words they were saying as i clutched onto stiles’s shirt. i figured that the two of them had come to an agreement on how to calm me as their buzzing voices stopped, stiles looked down at me and i expected him to try and break through my fuzzy hearing to help my breathing, what i didn’t expect was for him to stoop his head down and kiss me.

      albeit a bit shocked, i felt my body relax as i sunk into the kiss with him, but it was quickly ending as he pulled away and we stared into each others eyes. 

      lydia cleared her throat awkwardly to remind us that she was still there, i barely let my eyes flicker from the eyes of my best friend as i turned my attention to her.

      “holding your breath can help stop a panic attack,” she explained, “i figured that if stiles kissed you then you would hold your breath.” 

      i could feel stiles shift from next to me, “we- uh- should probably get going.” he switched the topic as he helped me back onto my feet. he gave me a look to question if i was still okay and i nodded, but he stayed next to me as we followed behind lydia now to the exit.

      “i’m sorry about kissing you.” he whispered, not glancing my way as he exited the classroom, i could sense he was nervous and i wondered why. i guess it was just uncomfortable to have to kiss your best friend while they were having a panic attack, but i figured that we were close enough that he could just dismiss it. maybe it was because it was all in front of lydia, the love of his life. 

      “it’s okay, i mean- it helped.” i brushed off the event, taking a short look at him. “and don’t worry, i bet it made lydia jealous enough to realize she’s madly in love with you.” i said dramatically to tease him, but his reaction was not what i predicted as he frowned lightly.

      “well,” stiles glanced ahead to lydia, “what if,” he continued as he noticed she was far enough away to not hear any more of our conversation and he finally looked at me, “what if i don’t really want to be with lydia?” he said softly, i saw his eyes flicker across my face as he tried to gather a reaction. 

      “what do you mean?” i let out a nervous, breathy laugh, “you not like lydia? that might be the biggest plot twist our lives have taken yet.” i joked again, stiles looked down at his feet dejectedly with a shake of his head.

       “i don’t think i ever really liked lydia.” he confessed, “i mean, i did for a while, but i don’t think that she was ever really the one that i wanted to be with.” he said, “and before you try to deflect this by joking about how im in love with scott then im just going to tell you- its you.” 

      “me?” 

      “you can just forget about it,” he changed, switching back to his quirky demeanor to reject anything else that i might say, he shot me a sad smile, “i just thought you should know. don’t let this ruin anything between us, okay? that’s exactly why i didn’t tell you.” he finalized before moving forward to catch up with our strawberry blonde friend, but i gripped the back of his shirt to pull him back and kissed him again. i can’t believe this idiot didn’t think that i was in love with him.

Over the last few weeks Stiles had been practicing with Scott for the big lacrosse game before school, after school, during school, and on weekends, I felt like I never saw him anymore. I knew that winning this game was important, it was the game that would determine the champions and he wanted that more than anything. Ever since the supernatural had calmed down in Beacon Hills Stiles and Scott were taking the opportunity to focus on more normal teenage things like sports, it was our senior year, this was their last chance to help the school win.

Every time I saw him in class he looked exhausted and I was worried he was starting to run himself down, I knew he was going to need something to relax him once this game was over and done with. I devised a plan, well two plans. One for if they won, one for if they lost. If they lost I would take him home, order his favorite pizza and watch Star Wars with him since he had been trying to get me to watch it ever since freshman year. However, if they won I had something else up my sleeve for him.

“You ready for the big game tonight?” I smiled as I walked up to Stiles who was standing with Scott and Lydia.

“As ready as we’ll ever be.” Stiles replied wrapped his arm over my shoulder as my arm went around his waist in a slight hug.

“You guys are going to do great, I know it. You’ve been practicing non-stop, there’s no way you can lose.” I encouraged them with a smile.

“You’re going to be there cheering me on, right?” Scott said with a smirk.

“Oh of course, I’m going to be yelling your name at the top of my lungs.” I joked and felt Stiles tighten his grip around my shoulders. I looked up at him and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry babe, you know your name is the only one I’ll ever be screaming.” I winked and I saw his flash of lust in his eyes. “Alright, well I have to get to class, I’ll see you guys at the game tonight.” I smiled before leaning into Stiles again, “if you win tonight I might have a little surprise for you after.” I whispered against his ear, my lips brushing against it ever so slightly before I turned on my heels and walked away, a smirk on my face as I walked to class.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on and on and when the final bell rang I quickly gathered my things and rushed to my locker to get my things so I could go home and get ready before the game. The second I got home I ran up to my room to put a few things into a bag to take with me. I pulled out Stiles’ extra jersey that he let me have and contemplated wearing it for the game but decided to leave it for his little surprise after, assuming they win. I put it into the bag along with my sexiest pair or underwear and matching bra the decided to freshen up a little bit, touching up my makeup and fixing my hair into curls that cascaded down my back. Once I was ready I made myself a sandwich for a quick dinner then darted out the door and back to the school so I could get the best spot on the bleachers for the game.

When I got there, Lydia and Malia were already there, I waved as I made my way over and sat down with them.

“Well don’t you look fancy for a lacrosse game.” Lydia noted with raised eyebrows.

“Oh my god, I can practically smell the desire on you, gross.” Malia mocked with a roll of her eyes.

“What? Stiles has been working really hard these last few weeks to get ready for this game, I just wanted to look my best to support him.” I told them truthfully.

“If you wanted to support him why aren’t you wearing his jersey?” Malia asked and Lydia nudged her as if to tell her to shut up, she never did have the best filter when it came to what she said.

“Oh, I have that in my car for later.” I smirked in response making Lydia laugh with a shake of her head.

“I knew there was a reason you smelled like that.” Malia said and I rolled my eyes at her this time.

“Is it so bad that I want to treat my boyfriend to a little something special to congratulate him on all his work and hopefully a win?” I asked.

“No, it’s not. I think it’s sweet, just ignore her.” Lydia told me, smiling at me before glaring over at Malia.

I smiled to thank Lydia before we all went on with a different topic of conversation until it got closer to game time. A few minutes before the game was supposed to start I sent Stiles a quick text, wishing him luck and telling him where I was in the stands so he could find me if he was looking.

The game started and Stiles was playing like I had never seen him play before, he was catching and throwing the ball like his life depended on it. I didn’t sit down through the whole game, I just stood and cheered for him as hard as he was playing. At one point during the game Scott threw the ball to Stiles, which he caught but almost as soon as he caught it a large member of the other team tacked him to the ground. I gasped, my heart started to pound in my chest, I had never seen him get tackled as hard as that.

“Stiles!” I called out, mostly just a reflex. Coach and the medical team rushed onto the field to check on him. Soon I saw them start helping him stand up, he gave a wave to the crowed to send the signal that he was okay. I watched him as he shook off the pain then saw him look out into the audience, his gaze meeting mine, I blew him a kiss and he caught it then brought it to his lips, then blew me one and I did the same. I felt a rush of relief blow over me when I knew that he was okay before I knew it he was back in the game and playing like nothing had happened.

The game ended and the whole crowed cheered, they ended up winning 18 to 3, their biggest win of the whole seasons. I jumped and clapped and cheered for Stiles as the whole team hugged and congratulated one another in the middle of the field.

“Hey, we’re going to head out, beat the crowed, do you need a ride or anything?” Lydia asked, holding my arm to get my attention.

“Oh, no I have my car here and I want to congratulate the guys before they head back to the locker room. Thanks though! I’ll just see you guys later.” I told her, a smile plastered on my face. She nodded and gave me a wave, Malia turned to wave as well and I waved them both off as they made their way down the bleachers.

Once the team started heading back to the locker rooms I made my way down to the field hoping to catch Stiles before he left. Isaac and Liam both passed and I congratulated both with hugs, Scott was shortly behind them and I hugged and congratulated him as well. Then finally Stiles came by and wrapped me up in his arms the second he saw me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, smiling as I did.

“Congrats baby.” I mumbled against his lips which caused him to pull away, but he didn’t put me down.

“Thanks, angel.” He grinned, “So what’s my surprise?” He asked and I giggled, glad that he hadn’t forgotten.

“Meet me back at your place and you’ll find out.” I winked and wiggled my way out of his arms but not after giving him one last kiss.

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. You can let yourself in.” He said kissing my cheek and running off to the locker room.

I laughed as I watched him run off, loving how eager he was to find out what I had in store for him. When he was out of sight I ran to my car and headed to Stiles’ house. I knew I would only have a short amount of time to get ready before Stiles made it there. When I got to his houses I went right to his room and changed out of my clothes and into what I had brought with me, the matching underwear and bra and of course his jersey. I looked myself over in the mirror making sure being outside hadn’t messed my hair up too much then made myself comfortable on his bed. I laid on my side, propping my head up in my hand, facing the door and waiting for Stiles to arrive.

A few minutes later I heard the front door shut loudly and feet quickly walking towards the room. A smirk rested on my face as I waited for Stiles to open the door to his room and when he finally did he stopped, mouth falling open as he looked at me.

“Surprise, babe.” I said seductively, giggling slightly when his bag dropped to the floor. I could see his eyes trailing up my legs stopping at the hem of his jersey which hit right below my ass, I lifted my hand and curled my finger at him, signaling for him to come over to the bed.

Stiles kicked his bag to the side and kicked the door shut behind him, pulling his shirt off in the process, stumbling slightly as he made his wat to the bed. He crawled onto the bed and over to me, his body hovering over mine as I rolled onto my back.

“Do you know what you do to me when you wear that?” He asked, his voice low and raspy, I smirked, knowing exactly what it did to him.

“I think I have an idea.” I hummed, my finger gently trailing up and down his chest a few times.

“You look so fucking good.” He growled just before he captured my lips in his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down further, our bodies resting against each other as the kiss heated up quickly. His tongue licked at my lips and I happily allowed him entrance, out tongues now mingling together. I could already feel his cock growing hard against my thigh though his sweatpants, I loved that I could do so much to him so quickly.

After letting us both get turned on enough to where it was almost impossible to pull away, I did just that. I pulled back from the kiss and slid my body out from under him and off the bed. He looked at me, confusion filling his face, but I just smirked knowing he was going to enjoy what was about to happen. He turned onto his back and propped himself up on his elbows watching me closely, wondering what was coming next. Although there was no music playing I slowly started to sway my hips, gripping the hem of the jersey in my hands and slowly raising it up revealing a hint of my panties. I turned around but kept swaying my hips, the jersey coming up even further this time revealing my ass almost completely. With each sway of my hips I brought the jersey higher and higher, I turned back around to face him biting my lip when I could clearly see the bulge in his sweatpants, his eyes glued to my every move. Eventually I had brought the jersey high enough to reveal the bottom edge of my bra and at that point I was done with the teasing and apparently so was Stiles. He groaned and started to rub himself through his pants and I knew I was going to have to hurry things along.

I pulled the jersey over my head and dropped it to the floor, strolling over to Stiles and standing between his legs at the edge of the bed. I grabbed his wrist in my hand and pulled it away from his member.

“Let me do that.” I smirked, lowering to my knees while gripping his pants in my hands and pulling them down so he could kick them off.

I licked my lips as I looked up at Stiles who was still watching me closely. I palmed over his cock through his boxers a few times then finally pulled them down, his generous size finally free of its confinements. I wrapped my hand around his bases and pumped him a few times, a soft groan falling from his lips at the contact, that groan soon turned into a gasp when I wrapped my lips around his tip, licking the precum from him. I hummed as his cock filled my mouth, taking him in until his tip hit the back of my throat. I began to bob my head slowly at first, taking my time with him, eventually picking up the pace when his hand tangled into my hair, guiding my motions and encouraging me to go faster. I could tell he was getting close when he stared to thrust his hips forward causing me to deep throat his cock, my eyes watering as my gag reflex kicked in. I started going even faster until suddenly, Stiles pushed my head away causing me to look up at him.

“I want to cum with you.” He said through shallow breaths. I smiled and pulled myself up, climbing on top of him, pulling my hair off to one side.

“That can be arranged.” I grinned, leaning down and kissing his deeply.

I felt Stiles’ arms wrap around my waist just before he rolled us over so he was once more hovering over me. He held himself up with one arm placed next to my head, his other gently running down my body, his fingers setting my skin on fire. I reached up and place my hands on either side of his face, letting the kiss get deeper as his hand got lower. His fingers trailed back up my body and he slipped his hand behind my back, I arched into him so he could unclasp my bra, which he quickly pulled from my body and pulled back from the kiss. His eyes scanned over my body, as if he was studying every inch of my skin, he smiled.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He asked, a blush immediately forming on my cheeks at his words. I nodded, a smile resting on my face and he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, it only lasted for a second before he pulled away and began kissing down my neck, sucking at my sweet spot, knowing he would leave a mark there. His lips trailed wet kisses down to my collar bone where he nipped at the skin, my body completely relaxing at his touch. As his kisses got lower my breathing got heavier, the anticipation growing, the wetness between my legs growing with each kiss.

Before removing my panties, Stiles traced his fingers along the lace over my folds, I knew he could already feel how wet I was, I whimpered needing to feel him where I was most sensitive. Finally, he lopped his fingers in the band of my panties and pulled them down my legs, tossing them to the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes. He licked one long, slowly, stripe up my folds making me gasp at the sudden contact, that gasp quickly turned into moans as his tongue began its work on my clit. Circling it and drawing unknown patterns along it, I was throbbing, and as if he could sense it, he slid a long, slender finger inside of me, pumping it a few times before adding another. Mewls were falling from my lips, my breathing faster, my back arching, craving more. He began to fuck me with his fingers faster and I could feel my walls starting to clench around him as he kitten licked against my clit.

“S-Stiles…” I whimpered, trying to let him know I was clothes. He pulled his fingers out of me and looked up at me, our eyes locking as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, licking off every, last drop of my pleasure.

Stiles crawled back up until we were face to face, his cock resting against my thigh as we breathed each other in. I leaned up to meet him our lips connecting into a passionate kiss as he lined himself up at my entrance. I nipped at his lip and wrapped an arm around his neck holding him close when he finally pushed into me, both of us gasping and groaning at the contact. He pushed all the way in and waited, letting me adjust to his size, I kissed him deeply letting him know I needed more, he pulled out slowly and pushed back in just as slowly.

I moaned as his cock continued to fill me completely, each time sending more pleasure through my body. It didn’t take long for him to start thrusting faster, creating more friction and more pleasure between the both of us. Heavy breathing, monas, and the sound of skin hitting skin filled his room with each thrust of his hips into me. Our foreheads rested against each other, eyes closed, lips brushing against each other as our bodies moved along with each other. Stiles slipped a hand between us and started rubbing his thumb against my clit, I knew he was getting close and he was trying to get me closer as well. It didn’t take much.

My walls started to contract around him when my orgasm started to build within me, Stiles’ thrusts began to get sloppy and there was no longer any rhythm to them, we were both reaching our peaks together. My arm tightened around his shoulders, my back arch into him puling our bodies closer together, my breath caught in my throat, and my voice broke mid moan of his name. Stiles’ face rested in the crook of my neck, his dick twitching inside of me, his thrusts more forceful but slightly slower as he came inside of me, releasing everything he had, my walls still tight around him.

As we came down from our highs Stiles rolled over next to me and onto his back, his hand reaching down to mine, lacing our fingers together. We laid there trying to catch our breath, our bodies still on fire, tingling with pleasure. Once we had both caught our breath enough Stiles brought our hands up and kissed the back of mine, pulling me over into his side, dropping my hand and wrapping his arms around me. I closed my eyes and sighed against his chest placing a chaste kiss to his skin as he did the same to the top of my head.

“I guess I should win lacrosse games more often.” He laughed.

“I guess I should wear your jersey more often.” I said in response, looking up at him and we both laughed.

“I love you, [Y/N].” He whispered.

It’s been almost eight hours since I kicked Vanessa out, and there’s still no word from any of the pack.

“Dare I say that the girl didn’t snitch on you?” Peter said, voice breaking the silence that I’d used for comfort. I glared, flashing my red eyes and growling at my uncle who decided he just needed to be a sarcastic asshole right now. Peter held up his hands, sucking in a breath through his teeth. “Someone’s sensitive…”

I groaned, running my fingers through my hair and standing up, hoping walking would help my mind focus on something- anything. Both Peter and I flung out heads in the direction of the door when we heard the elevator bell echo through the hall and into the loft. The bell was followed by footsteps- heavy ones- coming closer by the second.

The footsteps stopped for a second then a knock strong enough to make me jump in my skin a little rang out through my cavernous living space. I rushed the door, quickly sliding it open, silently preparing myself to be tackled to the ground at any second- bracing myself for the pain knowing that I couldn’t fight back against part of Scott’s pack- or Scott himself. Instead, I was met by the overwhelming scent of cheap alcohol, and a pale(-er than usual), messy haired Isaac.

He stumbled through the door, reaching out to grab my arm for support. “You, asshole,” Isaac grumbled, wagging his finger in my direction. “Took my girl,” He pulled his hand off me, continuing to wobble his way across the loft. “Stole her right out from under me.”

Peter stared at Isaac, pure disgust coating his features before he craned his neck to look at me, then back at Isaac. “Are you drunk, Scarfy?”

Isaac spun on his heels, pausing for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Me, drunk? No, why would I be? Is not like my handsome alpha over here screwed my girlfriend or anything!” The laughter turned into slurred shouting, Isaac throwing his hands up and seeming to be surprised by the weight of them. “Then again, a girl has needs and I was to afraid of hurting her to meet them. Sue me!”

“I feel like this is something I shouldn’t be involved in…” Peter said, standing from his spot on the couch with his arms raised. I shot him a glare as he tried to make his way towards the front door. “Sorry, Der- your puppies are not my problem.”

I groaned, watching as Peter left the loft, leaving me with Isaac who had once again started laughing. He must have been drinking all night. It takes a lot of booze to waste a werewolf this bad.

“Do you love her, Derek? ‘Cause I do- I may not tell her, but I show her! I deserve her!” His voice turned into  growl, eyes glowing a bright yellow, canines forming over his teeth.

“Isaac, you need to calm down,” I tried to coax him, reaching out to grab his arm but he just yanked it back, nearly tripping over his feet.

“Calm down? You can’t be serious.” He huffed, biting down on his lip, enough to draw blood- I could smell it. “Vanessa is the only person I have left, and just like everything else I’ve ever loved, she’s been taken from me- by you!”

Isaac rushed at me, slamming his hands against my chest and shoving me back against the coffee table between the couch and armchair. His shifting continued, hair growing down the side of his face, claws ripping part of my shirt after he pushed me again.

“Isaac…” I warned, feeling a heat growing in my chest, but he didn’t stop.

“She’s the only good thing to happen to me since I got the bite, and you needed to take her too!” His voice had shifted from that of a tree-like teenager to that of some sort of demonic man. My eyes flickered red as I felt my canines growing out over my teeth. Isaac continued to push, despite noticing how I had started to shift myself. “Vanessa’s too good for me, which means she’s certainly too good for a poisonous jackass like-”

The heat in my chest continued to grow, and before I could even think, my voice erupted from my throat. “Isaac!” I howled, voice echoing through the cavernous loft making the light in Isaac’s eyes go out. He let out a small whimper, taking a few steps back away from me. I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms. “There’s an extra room upstairs, first door on the right. Sober up, then we can talk.”

Isaac hesitated for a second, then nodded his head starting to make his way to the stairs, shoulders hung in shame. I know his drunk ranting to me is probably the most honestly I’ll ever get out of him, but he needs to be sober to have that conversation. I wish I knew what to say to him- the kid who’s been like a brother to me for years. How do I explain to him why I slept with his girlfriend, or that I’m her alpha? How would she explain it? This was so much easier when I didn’t have to see how it affected Isaac; when I could just say “screw him,” because with Vanessa, I finally felt like a missing piece of me had been put into place. But now that I see him… it changes things.

Just as the door right of the staircase clicked shut, I felt my phone start to vibrate in my pocket.

And there it is, I thought to myself, digging for the phone. The call I’ve been waiting for.

The screen illuminated in my hands, Erica’s caller ID popping up onto it. Not the person I was expecting to hear from, but she’ll probably be more merciful that anyone else in Scott’s pack. I quickly slid my thumb across the phone, holding it up to my ear.

“Erica, is something wrong?”

Her breathing was ragged on the other end of the line. “Oh no, Derek- in fact I’m just peachy. Although, Boyd and I just attended the weirdest little meeting at the Stilinski house… I assume you know what the topic of discussion was?”

I groaned, rubbing my temple. “I think I’ve got a pretty good idea,”

“Seriously man, Vanessa Stilinski? I’m starting to think you’ve got a deathwish.” Boyd’s quiet voice rang through the phone- Erica must have put me on speaker.

“She was dying, I did what I had to do.”

Erica groaned, “Yeah whatever, that’s the least of our problems right now. Scott wants to meet with you, probably to rip your head off and Isaac’s been MIA since last night.”

“And we’ve been calling him all morn- Erica, slow the hell down!” Boyd shouted, making me pull the phone away from my ear. Erica’s driving skills were never the best, hence why I don’t even let her look at my Camaro.

“Relax, Boyd- we crash, we’ll survive. Don’t be such a wuss!”

I tried to hold back a grin, listening to the two of them bicker just the same as they did two years ago. Some things never change, I guess.

“You two, stop arguing and get to my place. Isaac showed up this morning after a night of binge drinking, and he’s fine. Just get here.”

“Isaac found his way to your house in the middle of the woods while shit-faced?” Boyd accused, Erica making a loud mmhmm sound.

“I don’t live in the woods anymore- big black building on the corner of Caige and Franklin. I’ll tell the doorman to let you up.”

“Ooh, doorman? Look at you, Derek Hale- stepping up your game.” Erica laughed, Boyd joining in with quiet snickers.

“Shut up and drive, Reyes. I’ll see you both soon, in one piece I hope.”

“No promises!” Erica said, before hanging up the phone. God, those two are a piece of work.

It wasn’t even another ten minutes after I’d hung up the phone that Erica had- without knocking, might I add- stormed her way into the loft, Boyd trailing behind her. Erica had a bright smile across her face, Boyd laughing a little.

“Something funny?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“No, nothing,” Erica managed to say clearly through her fit of laughter. “Your doorman was just telling us about some of the weird shit Peter’s done. Did you know that he trips over the doorframe almost every time he enters the building?”

Boyd pretended to fall, his massive body hurdling forward. He must have lost his footing because that mocking fall became real and he couldn’t stop himself from pushing over the tall lamp I had resting near the couch on the floor. Of course, that just made Erica laugh harder while I glared at Boyd and the remnants of my stained-glass lampshade.

“Sorry, man…” Boyd said, rubbing the back of his neck and picking a piece of stained glass out of his forearm. Not even a single drop of blood dripped out of the wound before the skin stitched itself shut, leaving little to no trace that the glass was even there. Erica was still laughing her ass off, and Boyd looked like he was about to shit himself.

“Whatever, it was just a lamp.” I said, Boyd calming down from the thought I might murder him ever so slightly. “So what happened at the meeting? I’m guessing Vanessa told you-”

“Oh she told the whole pack, and Scott? He’s livid. Might as well have just let the bitch die, he’d be equally as pissed.” Erica said, crossing her arms and sitting down on the couch, Boyd still trying to regain his balance.

“Hey- she’s not a bitch. Lay off, will you?” Boyd tried to defend Vanessa, but Erica just huffed and brushed him off.

“Please, she’s a bigger bitch than I am, but only on the inside. On the outside, she’s a sarcastic do-gooder just like her damn brother.”

“Enough, Erica.” I growled at her, crossing my arms and fixing my posture so my shadow cast over her. Erica slumped down in the couch, slight amusement coming over Boyd’s hard features.

“Well,” Boyd said, clearing his throat. “I’m going to head out- gonna be late for work. Derek, call Scott and talk to him. I’m sure it won’t be as bad as you think it’s going to be.”

“Hey, hold on- I’m coming with.” Erica called after Boyd who was already half out the door.

“Fine, but you can’t drive,” Boyd said, huffing and continuing his walk to the elevator. Before Erica shut the loft door, she peered her head back inside.

“Nice to have you back, Der,” She said, grinning and biting her lip. “Call Scott- I’m sure he’s eager to hear from you.”

VANESSA

After I’d briefed Lydia and Allison on what had happened, Scott eagerly escorted them out of the house, Allison giving everyone rides home. Through my entire spiel about Derek, last night and argueing with him (minus the angry hate sex), Lydia managed to keep her snarky comments to herself which I was thankful for. This was hard enough as it is, and I can’t take any of her snark at the moment. Isaac is still MIA, no word to anyone since last night.

Now it was just Stiles and I sitting opposite of each other in the living room, silent. Stiles elbows were on his knees, eyes glassy and just… staring at me. He hasn’t said anything since the rest of the pack left.

“If you’re going to say something, just say it.” I said, leaning back into the couch and crossing my arms.

Stiles sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “It’s nothing about you, Vin. It’s just…” He sighed, slumping back in the chair. “I used to think Derek walked on water, you know? All powerful Hale alpha ‘n stuff, but… God, Vin, how could he do that to you? Leave you for dead?”

I sighed, taking my brothers hand in mine. Stiles looked up, tears brimming the edge of his eyes.

“Derek thought he was doing the right thing by leaving me with Scott… And I’m okay now, right? It worked out in the end.”

“It worked out?” Stiles shot up from the chair, sending my balance back. “Vanessa, you’re practically human. It didn’t work out!”

For a second we were both frozen, staring each other down.

“Practically human? Seriously?” I raised my eyebrows, crossing my arms. “That’s the card you’re going to play.”

When I first turned, Deaton told me I would never be as strong as the rest of the pack because I didn’t have my real alpha training me, and at first it didn’t really bother me. It only started to bother me when Erica made it a joke, when the rest of the pack was out fighting and I was forced to stay out of the action with Stiles. Scott tried to get me involved as possible, but he never put me anywhere close to danger- if he tried, Isaac wouldn’t let him. My brother knew how sensitive the practically human thing is… and I guess that’s why he used it.

I brushed a piece of hair behind my ear, clapping my hands against my legs and standing up.

“I’m going to take the Jeep and try to find Isaac. I’ll…” Grabbing the Jeep’s keys from the rack by the door, I started to make my way outside. “I’ll be back later.”

“Vinny I’m-” Stiles started to say but before I could hear the rest of his sentence I was out the door, his voice muffled through the brick wall.

Driving the hunk-of-shit Jeep around is always scary because I never know if and when it’ll break down. I drove through Beacon Hills with the windows down, slowly making my way downtown. On the way, I tried to see if I could sniff out even the faintest trace of Isaac’s scent anywhere. Unfortunately, it’s spring and the breeze carried every scent you could possibly imagine, so finding Isaac is like a needle in a haystack. Even so, I continued to drive and tried to push my brother’s words out of my head.

Vanessa, you’re practically human.

He’s not wrong. It kills me that I’ll never be as strong as Scott, Erica or the rest of them. I just get the curse, none of the plus sides. I heal somewhat faster, but not fast enough to call it supernatural.

I turned the radio up, soundwaves filling my ears, leaving me too distracted to over think Stiles words.

After not catching a single scent in the the Suburban blocks of Beacon Hills, I made a bee-line for downtown. Sunday afternoon, not many people were out on the streets. The occasional family and busy shopper, but not too many people. It made my job easier when trying to sniff out Isaac. With all this time alone in the car, I tried to think about what I’m going to say to Isaac when I find him- if I find him. I must have been driving for at least an hour already before I caught a familiar scent. It wasn’t distinct yet, but familiar. I tried to follow it, and the scent got stronger each block I went down. I turned the corner onto Caige, and then I could clearly see where the familiar scent was coming from.

Peter, v-neck and all, strolling down the street. That’s the scent I’ve been chasing, not Isaac. I groaned, starting to pull over the car to where Peter was walking. Seeing as I’ve got absolutely no leads as to where Isaac is, what can asking Peter hurt?

I rolled down my window, leaning out as I drove slowly next to Peter.

“Stilinski, you better not be interrupting my morning walk with some dumb bullshit. This is my peaceful time, it’s how I keep from becoming homicidal.” He said without even looking over at me.

“You might want to start taking more walks then,”

Peter rolled his eyes stopping and turning to face me, pushing his sunglasses up his head.

“What do you want?” He growled, blue eyes flashing at me.

“I’m looking for Isaac- He’s been kind of MIA since last night. Have you seen him?”

“As a matter of fact, I have. Came stumbling into the loft this morning like a drunk idiot.” Peter grumbled, crossing his arms and holding his head up high.

The loft, I thought, silently scolding myself for not thinking about that sooner. Of course he would go to Derek.

“How drunk was he?” I asked

“He was shit faced- looked bad, even for a werewolf.” Peter said, starting to resume his walk down the street. “Can you really blame him, though? I heard you and Derek going at it last night. If I were him I would have gotten shit faced too.”

I rolled my eyes and started to drive faster down towards Franklin Street. “Fuck off, Peter!”I shouted out the window, turning the corner, seeing that tall black building at the end of the block.

DEREK

I took one of the pages from my book between my fingers, waiting to turn the page when I heard the spiral staircase start to creak from behind me.

“Look who’s finally up,” I set down the book, turning around to see Isaac coming down the stairs, blonde hair strewn in every direction. “You look like shit.”

Isaac groaned, wrinkling his nose. “You look…” He tilted his head, squinting as he carefully made his way to the ground. “You look like someone my girlfriend would want to screw instead of me.”

“Ouch,” I winced at his words, trying to come up with the right thing to follow up with that wouldn’t make things worse. Nothing came to mind.

“Well it’s not like you don’t deserve it, right?” Isaac said, running his fingers through his mess of curly blonde hair as he finally reached the ground, heading right to he kitchen. I got up from the couch, slowly migrating over to him in hopes that in his hungover state he might not be murderously pissed at me. I sat down in one of the creaky stools, leaning over the counter towards him.

“Listen, Isaac-” I’d started to say, but he held up his hand.

“Save it, I don’t care. Whatever you have to say doesn’t change what you and her did, so I really don’t care.” He said with a strange sense of serenity that I would not expect him to have. Isaac calmly poured himself a glass of orange juice, drinking the full cup in one gulp then pouring more. I knew I couldn’t necessarily argue with him because he’s right. All I could do is sit here and watch him drink some three month old orange juice out of a dusty glass cup and hope maybe he would listen to me.

No, I thought to myself. I have to try and make him listen.

“Isaac, you need to let me explain what happened. It’s not as simple as you think it is, I-” I tried to say but could hardly get one sentence in.

“Derek!” Isaac slammed the glass cup on the countertop, shattering it under his grasp. He didn’t even flinch. “Is what you’re about to say going to take back the fact that you had sex with my girlfriend? Because not even I have done that,”

“No, but-”

“Is it going to make Vanessa stop pulling away from me? Is it going to make her love me again instead of you?”

“That’s insane! She doesn’t love me, she loves you.”

Isaac shrugged, picking out a thick piece of broken glass from his palm. “I thought she did, but the whole balance of the universe is fucked, so who knows?” His blatant snark and distaste for such a serious conversation pissed me off. Before I could stop myself, I could feel myself starting to turn and I had stood up, banging my fists on the countertop, grabbing Isaac’s attention.

“Maybe if you could fucking satisfy her instead of being a skinny blonde bitch she wouldn’t have needed to come to me in the first place!”

“Maybe if you weren’t such an asshole you wouldn’t have slept with my girlfriend anyways because that’s not what decent people do!” Isaac’s eyes were glowing yellow, features changing as well.

Before I could get another word in- as if on cue- the elevator bell rang from down the hall. Isaac and I both turned our heads to the door, faces shifting back to their normal state. Isaac brushed some of the broken glass into his hand and throwing it out calmly, as if two seconds ago he wasn’t wolfed out and screaming at me.

Footsteps moved quickly down the hall to the loft before there was a fist pounding at my door. I slid it open before whoever was on the other side of it could do any permanent damage to the oak finishing on the wood, expecting to come face to face with Boyd, or at least someone with his mass and strength. Instead, I was met by Vanessa’s gleaming amber eyes and furrowed eyebrows.

“Is Isaac here?” She said, crossing her arms, shoes clicking as she tapped her foot.

“Hi Vanessa, it’s nice to see you too,” I said, crossing my arms, but she didn’t even wait for my response before pushing past me into the loft, searching for her boyfriend. When her eyes met with Isaac’s, she looked far more relieved than he did.

“Oh, thank god,” She ran into the kitchen, draping her arms around Isaac’s neck, holding him in a tight embrace. Isaac was surprised at first, but I could see that all the anger he had in his eyes melted away the second she grabbed him. His arms draped around her, holding her tight and burying his face in her shoulder. I turned my eyes away, grip tightening on my own arm as I tried to keep my cool.

“Well now that you’ve found your puppy, take him the hell home.” I growled through my teeth, starting to feel my eyes shift from green to red. There was a second of silence before Vanessa and Isaac’s footsteps started to move through the loft and out the door, sliding it shut behind them. Once I heard the elevator shaft start to move down towards the lobby, I broke out of my controled stance, taking the closest table lamp and chucking it across the room, shattering it on a brick wall. My claws were out, fangs replacing my normal teeth. I’d almost fully shifted, and to think:

All she had to do was touch him.

VANESSA

The car ride back home has to be one of the most awkward experiences I’ve ever had. The tight embrace I wrapped Isaac in back at the loft did not mean that all was forgiven- far from it. Isaac sat in the passenger's seat, hands in his lap sitting straight up tall. We’ve been driving for ten minutes and he hasn’t said a single word.

“I was driving for hours looking for you,” I tried to start up a conversation. “It was actually Peter who told me you were at the loft. Who would have thought?” Laughing to myself, I glanced over at Isaac whose expression remained unchanging. Instead of making any further advances, I just sighed. “C’mon Isaac, you’ve got to give me something to work with here.”

Isaac snapped his head to face me. “You want something to work with? Fine- let’s start on the explanation for why you fucking slept with Derek.”

Anger radiated off him like a red light- seeing him like this scares me, but not enough to cower away into the corner

“Listen, if you want to talk about this like adults, fine. Just maybe not while I’m driving a piece of shit Jeep down city streets, hm?” I said, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.

Isaac didn’t talk again for another few seconds, giving me time to steady my ragged breathing.

“Pull over,” He hissed under his breath.

“What?”

“I said pull over.” Isaac shouted, gripping the steering wheel and yanking it to the right, driving over the curb. If I hadn’t stepped on the break when I did, we would have wrapped the Jeep around a pole.

“What the fuck?” I screamed into Isaac’s face, but he didn’t even flinch. “You could have just got us both killed.”

“Tell me everything- now.” He said, completely ignoring my shouting.

“We can talk about this when we get back home-”

“No, Vanessa.” His eyes flashed yellow for a second. “I’m going to asked you questions, and you’re going to answer them with total honesty. Not when we get home- right now.”

Each breath he took came out as a low growl. I can’t fight him on this- he deserves to know. He needs to know.

“Fine,” I sighed. “Ask away.”

Isaac took a deep breath, the growling starting to stop. “How long has it been going on?”

“A few weeks…” I looked down at my hands, unable to bring myself to look him in the eye.

“A few weeks? Jesus Vanessa, how the fuck…”

“Can we save the judgement for later? This is already hard enough.” I could feel tears starting to well in my eyes. I tried to push them back, but I couldn’t resist.

“Okay.... How many times have you slept with him?”

I screwed my eyes shut, a tear slipping out. “Twice.”

Isaac’s growls got louder again. “So it wasn’t just a one time thing? It wasn’t just a ‘I was drunk, regret it, and will never do it again,” thing?”

“It’s not like that Isaac, I do regret it, just-”

“Just not enough to not do it again.”

“Baby, please-” I finally looked back up and saw that tears had started to go down Isaac’s cheeks as well.

“No, you don’t get to ‘baby’ me.” He unbuckled his seatbelt opening the door to the Jeep and pulling himself out. “I’m going to walk the rest of the way home- actually, I’ll probably stay at Scott’s tonight. Maybe see if I can get back there full time… Wouldn’t want it to be awkward for you when you start bringing Derek home.” He shut the car door behind him, starting to walk. My heart was racing so fast it felt like it wasn’t beating at all. I reached for my necklace, holding it tight in my hand, trying hard to think of something to say.

The bond. I haven’t told him about the bond.

“Isaac, please, just let me explain!” I leaned out of the open window, calling after him.

“What is there left to explain? I’ve heard all I needed to hear.”