Focus (Stiles Stilinski X McCall!Reader)

"Stiles, can you please come over?" You barely managed to ask, clutching your phone tightly in your hand.

"__y/n__? What's wrong?" Stiles questioned anxiously, and you could already hear him shoving on shoes and grabbing his keys, despite it being almost midnight (on a school night, even).

"The power's out, which you probably already know, but Scott's with Allison and mom's at the hospital and I think I might be having a panic attack?" You let out in one long breath. "I just," You groaned and paused. "It's making my wolf want to come out, and I don't think I can control it."

"I'll be over in like two minutes, just try and stay calm, okay?" Stiles suggested, and you nodded, bundling under your blanket and clinging onto your pillow for dear life. The wind was howling, the rain was pelting loudly against your window, and thunder was cracking across the sky every couple of minutes.

It was making it seriously hard to remain calm.

A few minutes later, you heard Stiles' Jeep pulling into your driveway, and you were just about to go downstairs and unlock the door when you heard him climbing up the side of your house. You smiled to yourself and unlocked the window, and Stiles tumbled into your room and on top of you, pinning you to the bed.

"Sorry, sorry." Stiles said immediately, climbing off of you and shutting the window behind him. "So, what exactly is the problem he-and now we're cuddling." Stiles blinked several times as you wrapped your arms around his torso, curling into his shirt and trying to make yourself as small as possible.

"I'm sorry." You mumbled, your hands fisting in the worn fabric of his t-shirt. "I don't know how to control it yet so I need you to keep me grounded."

"Hey, hey, you have nothing to be sorry for." Stiles said soothingly, cautiously bringing a hand up and stroking your hair. "It's not like you asked to be a werewolf."

You had gotten hit by a drunk driver a few weeks after Derek became the alpha, and Scott had found you lying on the side of the road, bloody, bruised, and dying. He had scooped you into his arms and begged Derek to turn you, you would almost certainly die without the bite, and Derek had reluctantly given in.

Scott and Derek had done their best to teach you about your new abilities, but Scott had seemed to forget that on the night you almost died, the power had gone out. It had also been windy and rainy just like it was today, and it was making your wolf antsy. Hence the needing Stiles to come over.

"Still." You murmured apologetically. "I'm sorry. It's a school night and I'm being stupid and I shouldn't have bothered you with this-"

"__y/n__." Stiles interrupted firmly, and you fell silent immediately. "You're not bothering me. I'm glad you called me instead of taking off into the woods. If me being here helps you not wolf out, then it's worth any tiredness tomorrow, all right?"

"Thank you." You said sincerely, and without really meaning to, you extracted your face from Stiles' chest and pressed a quick, light kiss to Stiles' lips.

You both froze when you realized what you had done.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry." You breathed out, hastily scooting away from him and burying your face in your hands. "I know that you like Lydia and I really didn't mean to do that and if we could just forget that I did that I would be eternally grateful."

Stiles crawled over to you and moved your hands away from your face, raising an eyebrow at you. "And what if I don't want to forget?"

You blinked at him, once, twice, three times before understanding finally began to sink in. "Lydia?"

Stiles shook his head. "Gave up on that happening a while ago. We're friends now, which is awesome, but I don't think we'll ever be more. I've actually, uh, had a crush on you for a while now."

You looked at him incredulously. "Really?" At Stiles' nod, you spoke again. "Why didn't you tell me? We could've been spending time making out instead of studying for history."

"Wanna start now?" Stiles asked, wiggling his eyebrows hopefully.

You nodded and surged forwards, your lips finding his easily enough. Stiles' hands moved to your hips while yours looped around his neck, pulling him as close to you as possible.

His hands were just starting to dip underneath your shirt, feeling bare skin for the first time, when a crack of thunder exploded from the sky. You yelped, scrambling away from him before your claws could hurt him. You could feel your eyes starting to flash yellow and your claws extending even more, and wow, you really wished you had paid the slightest bit more attention when Derek had been trying to teach you how to control it.

"Stay...stay away from me, Stiles." You urged, practically growling as you pointed a clawed finger at him seriously.

"I'm not scared of you." Stiles responded easily, but you could hear the slight uptick in his heartbeat as he crawled closer to you. "__y/n__," Stiles said soothingly, placing both of his hands on your cheeks. You leaned into the touch, and you could already feel some of the hair on your cheeks fading away. "Listen to the sound of my voice. Don't focus on the thunder, or the lightning, or the rain. Focus on me. Focus on my hands. Focus," Stiles leaned closer to you so that his lips barely brushed against yours. "On my lips."

His lips pressed against yours fully, and you kissed back without even thinking about it. You heard Stiles hiss slightly as your fangs nicked his lips and you moved to pull away, but Stiles didn't let you. His hands moved to the back of your head, keeping you firmly in place as he kissed you.

Your fangs disappeared completely after only a moment of Stiles kissing you, as did your claws and the rest of your wolf hair. "How did you do that?" You breathed out against his lips, and Stiles shrugged. 

"I don't actually know. I wasn't completely sure that that would work." Stiles admitted, chuckling, and you started laughing too before Stiles' lips caught yours in another kiss.

"This is nice." You murmured absentmindedly, a hand hooking itself around Stiles' neck and tangling your fingers into the short, dark hairs at the nape of his neck.

"It is." Stiles agreed, his voice soft and low. He pulled you closer to him, seating you on his lap as his hands found their way back to your hips. "Wanna continue where we left off?"

"Do you really need to ask?" You said, raising an eyebrow at him before leaning in and catching his lips in a warm, deep kiss.

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Throughout the night, whenever your claws or fangs started to come out, Stiles would kiss you and they would melt away as your mind was pulled away from the thought of the dark and the thunder and the wind and the rain.

When Scott finally found his way home at a little past three in the morning, he had certainly not been expecting to find you and Stiles curled together on your bed, Stiles' arms around your waist and your head on Stiles' chest.

With a quiet chuckle, Scott shut the door and made his way to his own room. He was just glad that you and Stiles had finally admitted your feelings for each other, it was getting annoying watching the both of you pine over each other.

Scott wasn't there to see the way you twisted your body so that it was as close to Stiles' as physically possibly, nor did he see the way Stiles brushed a lazy kiss to the top of your head.

(Although, it was probably best that he didn't see that. That was something private, something for you and Stiles and only you and Stiles.)

End. <3