#stilinski

You had always tried to keep your head down as much as you could when you walked through the halls of Beacon Hills High.

It was less than you were insecure or worried about bullies.

“Please sleep with me.”

It was because you were cursed with the Stilinski trait of “not being able to shut your damn mouth”.

“Excuse me?” Isaac Lahey asked, looking down at you and raising an eyebrow. Erica Reyes snuck up behind him, curiously wanting to check out the interaction.

You glanced at her, already cursing the fact that your mouth was opening again.

“It can be a three-way”

Issac choked on his spit, while Erica grinned widely.

All you had wanted to do was make it to your maths class on time, but now you stared blankly at Erica and Isaac as you wondered how hard it would be to flee the country.

It didn't help that you already knew the two of them. Maybe you weren't friends, but you had many friendly conversations with them through the years. It was just something about their new look that kept you from being able to censor yourself.

“I think I’d perfer it if it was us just us two” Erica purred teasingly, and Isaac rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the blush on his own face. Between the two, Eric definitely seemed to be a lot more confident in their new makeovers.

You slowly nodded… before turning around quickly and silently walking away in the opposite direction.

Erica seemed stunned for a second, not expecting you just to jump ship. “Hey,” She called out, but you just quickened your pace, almost sprinting away from the two.

You had to admit, you had always thought the two were attractive, in a very shy and charming way. But it was clear they now had a new confidence that was very intimidating…and hot.

And you needed to get as far away from them before you could embarrass yourself anymore.

Erica stepped forward to follow after you, but issac held out his hand, stopping her. “You know who that is, right?”

“Yeah, of course,” Erica spoke like it was obvious, annoyed that the Lahey boy had stopped her.

“Then you know we shouldn't be talking to her. She’ll just report back to Stiles,”

Erica huffed. “Can’t a girl want a bit of attention with her new look?” She smirked, and Isaac rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, you can. Just get it from literally anyone else.”

Unfortunately for Erica, she didn't want it from anyone else.

Further down the hall, you locked in on Stiles, who was standing next to Scott by his locker. “So I’m dying a virgin,” You announced as you approached them. Scott instantly began coughing while Stiles merely raised an eyebrow.

He had gotten used to your odd entrances.

”Is that so?”

“Well, unless you have any ways to come back from blurting out that you want to have a threesome with Erica Reyes and Issac Lahey to their faces.”

This got Stiles’ attention, as he and Scott quickly whipped towards you, with concerned looks.

“What?”

“You talked to them?”

They asked frantically, and you groaned, still embarrassed by it all.

“Barely. I don't know what happened to them, but magically they're now so pretty. I swear they should be covered in glitter.”

“Well, it's not magic. They’re Derek’s new betas.”

You’re eyes widened as you straightened out, now matching the frantic energy of your brother. “Really?” You asked, and they both nodded.

“Why didn't you guys tell me sooner?” You hissed, suddenly very stressed about the fact that you made a move on the two enemy werewolves.

“We were kind of preoccupied trying to keep them from killing Lydia.”

You groaned. “I always miss out on everything,” You whined. You were only a year younger than Stiles, but apparently, in the world of the supernatural, it meant you missed out on 70% of major events.

“Oh, poor you. Your life isn't in constant danger,” Stiles spoke sarcastically, and you looked to Scott, hoping for some sympathy.

“Hey, don’t look at me, I’ve learnt my lesson. I’m not picking you over Stiles ever.” Scott was referring to the time he once agreed with you in a sibling argument, and Stiles ignored him for 2 weeks…while they were working on a group assignment together.

“Look, just stay away from them. We don't want you getting hurt,” Stiles spoke, a bit more seriousness to his voice.

You nodded, “After the interaction I just had with them, I’m hoping I don't see them til I graduate.” Stiles wrapped his arm around your neck, ruffling your hair, which you quickly pushed him away.

You took one step towards him, before he was bolting down the halls, smiling like an idiot. You sighed, as your brother almost crashed into people as her taunted you down the corridors.

“Is he ever going to grow up?” Scott asked, and you shook your head. “Don’t think so”

Suddenly, you turned to Scott, looking him up and down.

He tilted his head at you. “What?” He asked, and you patted him on the back. “

You really got the short end of the stick when it comes to werewolf makeovers.” 

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You stepped out of your math class, happy to finally be free of the soul-crushing work you had to go through to even stay awake.

Trudging to your locker, you began to pack your things into your bag, ready to go home and collapse on the couch.

Closing your locker, you jumped at the sudden appearance of Erica Reyes leaning up against the locker next to you.

She smirked, liking the attention as she pretended to check her nails. “That was a really funny thing you said earlier,” She shifted her eyes to make direct eye contact with you.

I’ve been told I’m a very funny person.” You forced an awkward laugh, trying not to give away how nervous you were. You hoped that maybe Erica had yet to learn about how to use her hearing to listen to heartbeats.

“I do have to say it did get a bit jealous,” she pouted, leaning forward and playing with your hair.

“Why?” You simply asked, your mouth too dry to say anything else.

“Well, it’s not very kind when someone flirts with two people at the same time. I didn't want to share your attention.” You nodded on instinct, before quickly shaking your head. “No, I wasn't… that wasn't flirting.”

She fake pouted, “So you don't want to flirt with me? Do you not think I’m attractive?” She batted her eyelashes at you, and you quickly threw her off you.

“Hey,” she complained as you swung your backpack around, using it as an almost shield. “What is wrong with you?” She tried to compose herself.

“You’re not going to trick me into getting the bite,” You yelled, looking almost proud of yourself for working out her ‘scheme’.

“Wha-what are you talking about? I’m not trying to get you to join the pack,” She huffed, and you shook your head rapidly. “Like I’m going to believe you.”

You began awkwardly shuffling away from her, still keeping the bag as your shield. “You look like an idiot,” She blankly spoke, and you grinned. “I would rather be an idiot than a werewolf,” you hissed, and she rolled her eyes.

“So you better keep you and your beautiful face away from me, cause I'm not gonna fall for it.” Giving her one last smug look, you bolted towards the exit as if she was about to chase you.

While you congratulated yourself for your awesome detective skills, Erica watched your figure leave, feeling conflicted.

On one hand, you had clearly admitted that you were attracted to her.

On the other hand, you also clearly saw her as the enemy.

Sighing, she composed herself, hoping no one had seen her break her persona.

She held the power now.

She was the hot one.

You would come around eventually. 

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“Hey Erica, I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out on-”

“Shut up, Greenberg.”

Erica didn't even stop to probably reject Greenberg as she stormed through the school hallway. She was on a hunt to find you.

You had now been avoiding her for a whole week. Not just cute awkward conversations that you flustered and tried to get out of, but full-on running away to avoid her.

She was fuming.

Maybe if you had been avoiding the start, she could have dealt with the rejection, but you gave her a taste of what it was like to have you attracted to her. And she wanted more.

She finally found you drinking water at the fountain, completely free of any friends or annoying brothers.

You glanced upwards, being met with the image of the blonde werewolf stomping towards you. You choked on the water you were drinking, quickly rising and holding out your hands for protection.

You winced as you felt Erica stop right in front of you. "We’re at school, you can't attack me here.”

Ignoring your protests, she grabbed the front of your shirt, pulling you in close. “Why have you been avoiding me?” She snarled, and you opened your eyes ever so slightly.

“I’ll stop ignoring you when you stop trying to seduce me,” You managed to snap, despite literally cowering under her glare. "I'll never join you and your pack, so you can give up."

She groaned, letting go of your shirt, and you stumbled to keep your balance. “Do you really think I’ve been doing all of that just for Derek?”

“Yes,” You spoke bluntly, “I’ve known Derek for longer than you. That man is crazy nuts. I’m surprised he hasn't sent Isaac and Boyd after me, too.” You huffed, and Erica groaned.

“Oh my god, why do you have to be so annoying?” She yelled, stomping away from you.

“I can't help the genes I was born with,” You yelled out after her, but she didn't turn. You gave a smug look, looking around the hallway as if people were going to congratulate you.

Not a single student had even stopped to watch the interaction.

You were filled with a sense of pride as you sat in your history class, confidently answering questions…even if you got half of them wrong.

Halfway through the lesson, you asked for a bathroom pass, almost whistling as you walked to the girls' bathroom.

Pushing open the door, you halted to see a familiar blonde sitting against the wall, her arm wrapped around her legs as she cried into them. You froze, not used to seeing the confident blonde in such a state.

She glanced up at you before scoffing. She turned her head, waiting for you to leave or go into a stall. You instead just stared at her, slowly closing the door so no one else would see her.

“Are you alright?” You asked softly, and Erica rolled her eyes. “Oh, now you care about me?”

You awkwardly stood there, not knowing what to say. Had you really been that harsh?

Looking up at you and your stupid, adorable, confused face, Erica groaned. “You know I liked you for the longest time,” She spoke bluntly, most of her shame disappearing.

You had already seen her at her worst; it wasn't like she could ruin her reputation much more.

Your face instantly heated up, a bright blush covering every inch.“What?”

“Yeah, I had the biggest crush on you since you were a freshman, but I never acted on it cause I knew you wouldn't like me. So when I got the transformation, I was so excited to finally get your attention.” Erica gestured to you, still awkwardly standing there. “But all it’s done has made you hate me more.”

You stayed silent for a moment.

“So does that mean you weren't trying to manipulate-”

“Oh my god,” She cried, fed up with your supervision.

You quickly shook your head, rushing over to her and kneeling beside her. “No, I just…I honestly thought that’s the only reason you’d ever pay attention to me.” Erica looked up at you like you had said the craziest thing.

“I mean..” You blushed instantly, feeling her gaze. “Even before the bite, you were always a cooler older student, and I was nothing but Stiles' sister. And then suddenly, everyone started noticing you in the way I noticed you, and I just assumed that…I had lost all hope.” You paused. “And also Stiles gets pretty paranoid when it comes to the supernatural, and I guess some of that rubbed off on me.”

Erica’s eyes tracked over you, like she was thinking over what you had said. “So we both have liked each other for a while…but were too insecure to do anything”

“Yeah, pretty much.” You nodded, sighing in almost defeat. “Which is very reflective of how our country puts pressure on young girls to act and look certain-”

Your rant was interrupted by a pair of lips meeting yours. You didn't even try, and get the rest of your words in, instantly melting into the kiss.

Once you pulled apart, you looked at Erica with a dopey smile, still leaning in so you were ready to catch a kiss if she wanted to again.

She smirked, happy to finally have your attention again. Better yet, this time it felt more genuine, more pure… and Isaac wasn't there to ruin it.

“I do have to confess that Derek did send me here to kiss you.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at Erica's comment as she giggled.

“I know you're joking, but I do need you to confirm that’s not true so I can still sleep at night."

She smiled softly. “It was a joke,” She clarified before leaning in for another kiss, one you happily returned.

Yeah, maybe she was a werewolf of the enemy side, but you never really liked fighting.

You'd much rather love Erica Reyes.

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Your eyes widened with fear as you turned to Stiles, who was attempting to sleep next to you, after a week of nightmares, waking up screaming - he had probably gotten a total of 8 hours of sleep in the past week. Your heart broke at the sight of him looking at you, something unexplainable swam in his whiskey irises illuminated by the moonlight.

“Oh Stiles,” you whispered, turning your body towards his, your hand traveling to his pale cheek. He was cold, which scared you, and he was crying, which scared you even more. Stiles was never known to break easily, he was a man of honor, portrayed himself as strong, when inside he saw himself as weak.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” he admitted quietly, tears falling down his nose as he stared into your eyes, “I’m afraid to sleep (Y/N),” he paused. His own larger hand goes to your chin, brushing it softly before retracting it, “I'm afraid.”

You felt like sobbing right then and there, hearing those words fall from his mouth. After the past year of fighting supernatural, it was rare to hear Stiles admit to something like that, after his father almost got sacrificed, after almost losing you. He had to be strong, and especially in front of you.

It wasn’t your turn to be comforted though, instead it was his. You pulled his body into yours, his head resting under yours as you kissed the top of his head, his shoulders beginning to rack with sobs, “I just want to sleep Y/N. I’m tired of these nightmares, the days I think I’m dreaming-” He cut himself off, wrapping his strong arms around your lower frame, they almost felt weak.

You shushed him slowly, stroking his hair in comfort. Truthfully, you didn’t know what to say, you hadn’t gone through what the boy did, so you let him cry into your chest, holding him as much as needed, letting him release the feelings he was keeping within himself.

“It’s okay my love,” you began to whisper, “It’s okay to be tired, you’ve gone through so much, you’re only 17.” You continued to stroke the boy's hair, one hand moving to his back, “You’re the strongest person I know, Stiles.” You admitted, and this was true, out of the whole pack, you truly believed it.

The boy in your arms shook his head slowly, “That’s just it (Y/N),” he whispered, moving from your grasp to meet your eyes, “I’m not strong, I feel so weak. I’m human, I can’t do things the way you can, the way Scott can, I can’t do anything.”

You furrowed your eyebrows at the revelation of the boy's feelings, “Stiles…” You began, your voice low, “That’s not true,” you shook your head, your hands going to the boys under eyes wiping away the tears that continued to fall. “You’re the smartest, strongest person I’ve ever met. You are constantly there for the pack, we can always count on you for anything.” You kissed the boy's cheek tenderly, “You always figure shit out.” You smiled weakly at this statement, hoping to cheer the boy up, which you did slightly. His eyes lit up as they stared into your own.

He shook his head, wiping his tears haphazardly, “You don’t get it.”

Your heart shattered at these words, your eyes casting downward to your legs entangled with his. He was right, you didn’t get it, you never really would. But that wouldn't stop you from trying to understand, Stiles needed you to, whether he knew it or not.

It was silent for a while, your eyes drifting back up to the boy in front of you, his eyes already on you. “I couldn’t have done any of it without you (Y/N),” he spoke, his voice hoarse from crying. His hand moved to your cheek.

You held a small smile at his touch, something that’s always comforted you, “We couldn’t have done it without you. I couldn’t have done it without you Stiles.

His head shook, “I almost lost you (Y/N),” his voice broke with these words, tears fell again at the thought of that fateful night, you in his arms, dying. “There was nothing I could do to save you, I couldn’t take your pain, I couldn’t heal you-“ you cut him off, your gentle hand going to his chin.

“Stiles.” your soft voice echoing in his ears, “I don’t need that from you, what you did, holding me there, comforting me,” you stopped yourself, attempting to hold yourself together, thinking about the way he begged and pleaded for you to be okay that night. “You were everything I needed Stiles.” you pursed your lips, pulling your body closer to his, “You always will be.”

Stiles accepted you moving closer to him, he wrapped and arm around you and used his other to tilt your chin upwards, kissing you tenderly. As he pulled away there was a look of hope in his eye, but something else that you couldn’t decipher. He smiled weakly at you, “I love you (Y/N),” he whispered, his brown eyes scanning your face.