Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Part 48

As soon as I unlocked my phone when it went off in the middle of the night, a shaky breath left my throat and I sat up, staring at the screen in horror. I screamed, dropping the device onto the floor and covering my mouth. The sound of my scream had woken the boy beside me as I continued to wail and cry. I felt Stile pull me into him, but anything he said was ignored as I cried.

"(Y/n), (N/n)!" I quietened down and focused on his voice. "What's wrong?" Stiles' voice was calm and soothing.

"I-it's Brett. Lori just message me." I whimpered.

"What happened?" He pressed a kiss to the top of my head and hugged me close.

"The Argents. The fucking Argents!!" I cried, burying my head into his chest.

"I thought they only 'hunted those who hunted them'?" I shrugged.

"Lori, uhm, Lori said it was Gerard. There were others, he's, he's building a pack of hunters. He's turning everyone against the supernatural in Beacon Hills!" Stiles pet my hair down and held me close to him because he knew how close I was to Brett, that I grew up with him. "We need to go back, there's something wrong there."

"(Y/n), Liam can handle it. He's got Mason and Corey too. They'll be fine handling a few hunters." I nodded with a small smile, my boyfriend lightly laying me down before laying beside me.

"Yeah, Liam's a good kid. You're right, he'll be fine."

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After our long day, Stiles was smiling brightly while I was worrying massively. Mieczyslaw had gone out to grab something from my car outside of the apartment building while I was pacing in the living room and tapping my phone against my hand, also staring at a certain contact. I finally pressed call, waiting patiently as it rang. Just as the call was answered, Stiles walked back into the apartment.

"Scott! Hey, how are you?"

"I'm good, everything's good, how's the FBI?"

"Good, I'm curious about something."

"What's up? Is something wrong?"

"Kind of." Stiles set whatever he had in his hand onto the kitchen bar counter and looking at me confused. I took a deep breath, only for Stiles to come up to me and wrap his arms around my waist, pulling my body against his. His lips made contact with my neck. "Baby, not now please."

"(Y/n), what's wrong? I thought you were enjoying it in Washington?"

"I am, I'm just worried about everyone back home." I felt Stiles' hands wander and I straightened even more than I was before as his lips trailed onto my shoulder. "Mis." I hissed quietly in warning. I felt him smile against my skin, my free hand resting on his arm.

"Why? Because we're a supernatural town?" I hummed. "Liam's...he's doing fine, okay? Malia, Lydia and I are still here, we'll help him out if anything is going wrong."

"I know, it's just, he falls in holes and sounds pleased with it. He just worries me." A funny sound left my throat when I felt my boyfriend's cold fingertips brush over my now exposed chest as he unbuttoned my shirt.

"He's a senior now, he can handle it."

I felt my skirt slowly loosen and looked down to see Stiles looking up at me innocently as he knelt on the floor in front of me, gently pulling the zip on my skirt.

"I know, yeah, you're right. Anyway, how is everyone? I thought Malia was going to France?"

"She is, at some point, but something happened and she decided to stay. Lydia's still here, we're all packing our stuff." My eyes locked with Mischief's as my best friend turned boyfriend let my skirt drop, leaving me in my heels, unbuttoned shirt and underwear. I swallowed.