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He stayed the night, we didn't speak about it at all. He just pretended it never happened, and I did the same. It was painfully awkward and just flat out painful in general- I honestly don't even feel like being sarcastic. Anyway, does it matter?
Does it matter that your dumbass is in love with your best friend? Or that he nearly bit you and most definitely wanted to have you- like have you have you? Of course not, it doesn't matter at all.
The worst part of this whole situation is that I don't know what the fuck is going on. Sure I'm in love with him, and obviously I want to do things with him too, but the way I act around him is just so abnormal. It's downright insane just how hot he makes me. I've never felt that way before.
And the mother fucker came into my room wearing nothing but a stupid towel. He came in dripping wet, which he never does. It's as if he's doing it on purpose, trying to push me to my limits... To get a reaction from me.
It fucking pisses me off.
He's a werewolf. I'm sure his furry little ass can sniff the forbidden emotions pouring out of me from a mile away. It's not like he's oblivious, he can't possibly be that dense. He has to know by now, he literally saw me get hard because of him! Like what the hell man!?
Why is he ignoring it? Why is he making everything so much more painful by pretending like everything is okay, like he's still a brother to me? Why is he hurting me like th-
"Els- STILES!!!" I nearly shit my pants at the sound of Lydia screaming in my ear. We've been sitting in my Jeep for a while, just killing time before practice starts which is in about an hour.
She rolls her eyes at me, lips pulled into a tight frown, telling me that she is clearly upset. I try my best to look apologetic but I'm certain that it's not working. She takes a second look at my face and then-
"Okay, spill. Tell me everything." And just like that she has me telling her everything that's been on my mind. Everything that's been messing with my head. Everything that's has to do with Scott.
"Wait- so you think something's up?" She asks once I tell her about Scott and how weird it is that he wants to bite me- that he wants to have me too and that it's like he can't control himself.
"Yes!" I'm not screaming but I did say that very loudly.
"Well, then what's wrong with him?"
"What's wrong with him? What- What- what do you think? That I have a PHD in lycanthropy or something?!" I try not to look ridiculous but I'm sure I failed miserably as she stares me down.
"Stiles, if there's something wrong with Scott, there's only two people in this world that might figure out a way to fix him." She pauses for a moment and then she says-
"Okay make that three. You, Deaton, and Derek." The groan that left me lips was not a pleasant sound.
"Just try talking to one of them, it's better than nothing." At her words, I smile at her. Maybe it won't be too bad to try.
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Okay so I'm definitely going to have to try and find a solution to this problem because it's becoming blatantly apparent that I'm no longer the only one struggling.
For the past couple of minutes during our practice scrimmage, Scott has been purposefully taking down everyone and everything in his way- even those he knows might not be able to handle all of his strength.
I've been watching all the damage he's been causing from the benches and so I feel as if I'm entitled to saying that. I mean yikes look at how rough he's being on Greg the freshman. Like- oh my god that's going to leave a nasty bruise. Poor Greg.
"Stilinski, What the hell is wrong with you're friend?!" Coach is suddenly grabbing at my helmet and yelling in my ears. His knees bent in order to speak into my ear while still standing.
"Uhhh He- he's falling two classes, he's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough his jawline is kind of uneven." There's a bit of an awkward pause in which he is still a bit too close to me.
"That's interesting.." and then he lets go of my helmet and screams at Scott to come over and warm the bench for a while.
Scott snaps his head towards our direction and my throat gets so tight, I can hardly breathe. Immediately, his whole demeanor changes from- werewolf on the verge of shifting- to - Scotty the boy next door.
His dimples are on full display as he makes his way over to us, as if that's what he wanted all along, and his jaw might be a bit uneven but it's still sharp as ever.
He sits next to me, really close to me, and my heart is running miles away. He blinks at me, as if surprised by how nervous I am now that he's here, and then he gets even closer to me.
Well, there goes my anger, dignity, and shame.
For a moment, the only thing I was thinking about was the fact that last night I had to dream of him on my lips, I didn't really get to feel the real thing, and now he's so close to me that I could do it.
I was on the verge of getting closer to him when coach snapped his fingers in my face. Apparently he's been speaking to us the whole time.
"Stiles! I said get your ass out on that filed." He screams. I blink up at him in shock.
What?
"I'm playing? Like, with the team?" I can't help the way that it came out, as if I was so shocked I could pass out.
"Yes, unless you'd rather... play with yourself?" The way coach said this had me raising an eyebrow at Scott and before I knew it my lips were already moving.
"I already did that today, twice." Scott tried to stop himself from laughing but fails.
"Get the hell out there!"
And then I'm making my way towards the field to make a fool of myself. It's not like I'm actually bad at lacrosse. I'm actually good at sports.
It's just that Scott has always had the ability to make me too nervous to function and now it's 100 times worse.
Tomorrow I should definitely talk to Deaton. When I'm around Scott, I lose all control.
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Blissful Sin
Fanfic"You don't get it, you don't understand." "Then help me understand, why are you acting this way? Stiles we're supposed to trust eachother. You're my brother I-" "Don't call me that!" - In which Stiles doesn't want to be just friends. Maybe he never...
