Monsters | Stiles Stilinski

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟒

I NEEDED NORMALITY.

Seriously, how big of an ask was it to have a boring life? I'd appreciate it right about now. There was too much going on with not enough time to settle in between. It was like we'd solved one problem and a few days later we had another on hour hands.

I hoped it wouldn't become a common occurrence because I'd had my fill now. If being knowledgeable about supernatural creatures just kick started an array of problems and other creatures arriving here I didn't want it. Whoever was upstairs could take my knowledge back if it meant I could return to a semi-normal life. A life free of murderous, rampage prone creatures.

I didn't want to spend the rest of my life looking through books about mythical creatures and trying to translate a Bestiary. If that were the case I'd be able to recite the pages front and back within the next few years, especially if more creatures were just going to turn up.

I sighed as I closed the book I was reading, removing the graphic drawing of the Kanima from my line of vision and I pushed the book off the bed and on to the floor. I rested my head on my arm as I lied on my stomach across Stiles' bed while he sat at his desk. I was looking through the books and he was searching through the websites but I was fed up now. I'd read enough to secure a life supply of graphic nightmares.

We'd been at this for hours and I just wanted a pinch of normality while I had the opportunity.

Looking at Stiles' back I rolled off his bed and on to my feet, walking over to his desk. I closed his laptop, glancing down to meet his confused gaze. His black brows were furrowed deeply as he looked to me with parted lips and silently I pushed his desk chair back somewhat before straddling his lap and sitting down on his knee. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, feeling him tense somewhat as his expression changed to one of bewilderment and I pressed a short kiss to his lips before I pulled away and hugged him. I buried my head into his neck and he started to run his fingers through my hair, his other arm wrapped around my back protectively.

"What's up?" He asked me curiously.

"I don't want to look at this stuff anymore. We've been at this for hours and all we've found is that it's some kind of were-jaguar from South America that goes after murderers." I mumbled against his skin, "I just want to spend time with you."

"But we are spending time together."

I pulled away from his neck while frowning and I shook my head, "With you, Stiles." I repeated, "As in have your attention."

"Oh." He nodded in realisation, "Okay."

"We've been at this for hours and we've found nothing." I told him, "I just want time with you before Scott calls us and drags us out to god knows where to do god knows what."

He reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear, "You know you don't have to get involved, right? You can stay out of it if you want."

"I know." I nodded, "But the girl who plays ignorance is always the second to die in the horror movies."

He chuckled shortly, ignoring my jab about referring to our lives as horror movies and asked me instead, "Who's the first?"

"The girl who always runs upstairs, duh." I responded and together we both laughed in amusement.

Silence fell between us and the seconds that elapsed were spent gazing at each other. Three months ago Stiles wouldn't of been able to do this without blushing and now he was holding my gaze without a tinge of pink in sight. I reminded myself that these were the moments I craved the most because they were the moments I was missing. Stiles and I rarely had time to ourselves anymore and if we did it was cut short by some sort of supernatural emergency. Now we had this moment though I wasn't letting go of it, emergency or not.