Teen Wolf X-Reader

Alpha:Beta:Omega - Chapter 11

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SELF HARM

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Noises..

Not normal. But yet, not odd. It made sense at the time.

To be suddenly hearing someone shouting your name repeatedly. 

"(Y/N)!!" Screamed familiar voices. Then one. One voice, the one you knew best. Stiles.

You jolted up as if waking up from a bad dream. 

"Holy shit, you scared me!" Stiles shouted out. 

"Ahh!" You quickly screamed, startled at the fact that he was actually there and not an illusion or dream. 

"It's 7 already, we're gonna be late." He stated and you nodded, looking at the clock.

You had to be at school at 7:30 or you were considered late. The thing is, you needed at least 20 minutes to get ready and 10 minutes to get there. Leaving no time to think, you rose up from the bed and mumbled some orders to Stiles.

"First drawer to the left, grab me a shirt. I don't care which one," you ordered. He did just that and handed you one. 

"Did you want me to Lea--" he started asking before you cut him off, throwing your PJ shirt over your head. "Never mind?" He said running his hand through his hair.

You looked at the shirt he gave you. It was a white shirt. High wasted showing off your lower belly button down. Of course, it was the Beatles. You pointed to the drawers again. 

"Forth drawer. Grab me Black jeggings." He did so and threw you your clothes on quickly.. Again. "A please would be nice?" He said sarcastically.

"Me being late sooooo isn't nice. Very un-nice. Nuh uh. Bad. " You rambled on putting your legs into your pants. 

"Stop," Stiles demanded. He walked over, and with you being half-dressed made it slightly weird. He trailed his finger down your leg. You thought that you had been teasing him but no. "Cuts?" He quietly asked.

He was behind you, "Yeah," you said laying your head against his shoulder. You looked into those eyes of his, almost melting. Your legs had cuts all over them. Some had scars and the others were just a couple of months fresh. Cutting now would be useless, with your werewolf power it would heal.

It was like you and Stiles had the same thought

"It's not healing!" You both whisper-yelled. 

"Wait. Then why the hell was I having those dreams?" 

"Or the bite healing?!" Stiles said. You cleared your throat.

"Uh-Stiles?" You questioned. "Hmm?" He hummed.

"Can I finish putting my pants on?" His eyes widened, "UM, yeah. Totally." He nervously pushed out. You pulled them up, buttoning them. They were almost exactly like jeans, just with thick legging material. You rushed to the bathroom, applying a silver coat of eye shadow, mascara, and sparkle highlighter on your cheeks.

When you walked out Stiles was holding a pair of black Vans. You chuckled taking them. You went to a smaller set of drawers and pulled out low-rise socks, specifically meant for shoes that showed most of your foot like dress shoes or Vans.

"I'm letting my neighbor dress me," You said smiling. Stiles grabbed a coat from the closet. It was a jacket that had a built-in vest, a grey hoodie with a dark, navy blue vest. You grabbed it and started walking out.