teen wolf stories

mercy || s.s.

warnings: yup, it has mature content like sex and swearing. so read at your own account ahaha.

A dose of neat whiskey lied half empty in front of me as I tapped carelessly at the wooden table, observing the crowd dancing in front of me like there was no tomorrow. This whole thing was so not me! I had no idea why I let Lydia convince me it was going to be good to leave my beloved bed and the Star Wars marathon I was about to start to go to a party.

Oh, damn, who was I trying to fool? I knew why I had come. My dear best friend used the two magic words that could get me anywhere she wanted: Stiles Stilinski. Martin had said he would be there, meaning there was no slight hesitation on the loud yes I gave as a response.

Although it was embarrassing to admit, the pale, clumsy boy had been my crush, and one of my best friends, ever since we met, a few years back. It was not actually my fault that he had mesmerising honey brown eyes that seemed capable of burning my entire soul to the ground. Or that his weird personality matched mine somehow. However, despite my tiring attempts, Stiles just could not see how much I wanted to be more than his friend. Ultimately, that made me despise the feelings I had inside, hiding them away.

"Y/N?" A deep, masculine voice snapped me out of the trance I was in. Then, right after it, Stiles' hand brushed my left shoulder, which made me look back, partially scared, partially confused. Seeing my sudden messy state, he gave me a cheeky smile and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't." I shrugged, looking away from him as I finally gulped down the rest of my drink. It was my very subtle way to disguise the nervousness he caused on me. "What are you doing here, Stiles?"

"Uh, you had this awful boredom on your eyes and I thought I might be your saviour tonight." His warm laugh made my heart skip a beat. Fuck. Definitely not a fair game, Stilinski. "Are you going to keep staring or are you going to say something? Because it's kind of creepy. Not that I mind, though, I'm into creepy stuff, so-"

"For God's sake, can't you shut up?" The brown haired boy gazed at me in disbelief, his eyes wide whilst his bottom lip puckered up and formed an adorable pout. I was not able to hold the genuine smile that slipped at such sight. "That's much better."

"I was just trying to be helpful!"

"Okay, if you really, really, want to help me, then I guess you could give me a ride home? I'm done with this party."

"Tell you what, I have a better idea."

"I don't trust your ideas, Stiles." He scrunched his brows together, earning a soft chuckle from me. "They always lead straight to trouble."

"I'm truly hurt by your lack of trust in me." Both of us shared a giggle. "Come. Let me take you to my favourite place."

"Can't say I'm not scared."

"Don't be such a wuss, Y/N/N." Stilinski muttered while I went back to my feet, feeling more ready than ever to leave that sweaty, filled with inconvenient people, room. "I promise you there won't be any regrets."

"I'm betting on it."

Without any further words, he grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers, and dragged me out of that dreadful celebration. While running to escape, we bumped into a whole bunch of people who were making out at the dance floor, which got us several angry yells. Not that we cared, though.

Outside, the night seemed to be outstandingly beautiful. A shy, pale moon cut through the greyish clouds, shining dots scattered across the sky, the tall trees swung lightly to the cold breeze, crickets cricked happily... Simply the perfect scenario for the ending of a romantic film.