The Stiles Diaries

So basically I wanted to write some Sterek smut but I suck at writing anything that isn't straight so I am making Stiles a girl. But she is basically Stiles with a vagina and not any real change to the character otherwise. Also I am going with the first name Geinim although I am pretty sure what letter should be in front and its not G. The first chapter is some snap shots.

Prologue

She wasn't pretty the way some of the girls at school were. Not like Lydia or the new girl Allison. Scott was already completely in love with Allison, which made Stiles want to vomit because she would forever classify Scott as asexual. Thinking of Scott's sex life was a bit like thinking of her dad's. Because you don't think about the boy you used to take baths with as a person with desires, because he is the person that put gum in your hair.

Now that was kind of changing because Scott was a werewolf, she had stayed up all night to make sure that was the truth. It sounded crazy, it did. But it also sounded like the right thing, and that was not the lack of sleep talking.

"How much Adderall have you had?" Scott asked.

"Only a little, but there was coffee and some pixie stix in there as well." She could feel the twitching in her eye but this was important because Scott was a wolf and that was bad. Like really bad. Like almost as bad as that time she broke her arm that bad. "But I am completely serious you are a werewolf and this is the full moon tonight. I am canceling that date."

It didn't go well. She should have expected that. Then Scott had to get all convinced that Derek Hale was the one who did the werewolf thing, so she got to make a complete ass out of herself in front of the new girl, because creepy and completely not sexy Derek Hale had driven Allison home.

"Who are you?" Allison asked. It wasn't fair that she was that pretty. How did she get her hair to do that? Stiles had tried to get her hair to do that once, she had looked like a poodle.

"Stiles, Scott's only friend since childhood and the person that carries his spare inhaler oh god I really need to stop talking." She heaved a breath out, running her hands through the complete mess that was her hair. "He sent me to make sure you were okay. Clearly you are okay. I am going to go now and pretend this never happened. Kay bye."

Social outcast levels were going to reach new highs next week. Then of course Scott tried to kill her at practice the next day. Being manager was getting less and less fun. Trying to convince Scott not to play on Saturday was a bit like banging her head against the wall.

Then of course Derek showed up in Scott's bedroom just as her Internet connection cut out. She was going make her dad upgrade their bandwidth, if she couldn't chat with Scott and play Fall Out at the same time there was no way the world made any sense.

And yes maybe she should have not taken that extra dose before helping Scott break into the morgue because trying to look unsuspicious while completely wired at a hospital was way way harder than it should be. And she had to watch Jackson and Lydia make out, which was so gross, epicly gross.

It was also not fair that Derek had an amazing car. Why did all the assholes get amazing cars while she had to go without comic books for month on end to afford her measly jeep. But the jeep was her baby, even if it made her hair gross because it had no windows. Maybe she should just shave her head and be done with it. Then she wouldn't need to have a thousand hair ties on her at all times to keep the mass up.

Scott of course thought it was a bad idea when she got in that cop car with Derek. But she thought it was an excellent idea. Because Scott was really bad at learning stuff, which was why she was here, she was the one with the brains and the large selection of men's jackets to go with her skinny jeans.

"You don't scare me." But he did. Derek freaked her out, which of course translated into babbling. Also how did one get stubble like that? Did he shave every other day? Every third day? Also it really wasn't fair that Derek looked so good in a v-neck, boys weren't supposed to look good in v-necks.

She wasn't attracted him. Nope, this was just her hormones talking because Derek Hale was creepy and possibly evil and a murder. And she was grounded now after being caught in the lie about looking for the body. Go team.

At least they had won the game. That was good. And Scott had not murder anyone on the field. Except Derek was free and mad at her and Scott. Things go down hill quickly around here.

Kids. He had kids on his hands. The boy turned so that meant Derek now had to play yoda to his luke, something he had no desire to do. The girl was nosey and never shut up. Ever.

Scott was worthless at being a wolf and he didn't want it. Stiles at least was decent at looking stuff up, he had to admit he was mildly impressed by the knowledge she pulled out of her hat. She was a weird one too. Her pulse jumped all over the place every time he was around. Even that first time in the woods when he hadn't been sure if one of them had changed, her heart was erratic then.

So now he was stuck babysitting these two, the idiot werewolf and the clumsy genius. Oh and the hunters were back.

Laura was gone. There was an alpha on the loose changing stupid teenage boys. Stupid teenage girls were suddenly trying to pick his life apart. Hunters had made it clear he was on their list. Yes coming back to Beacon Hills had been a great idea.

It had started after Scott turned. Derek would listen to them through out the day, to keep tabs and make sure the newest Beta wasn't on the verge of murdering anyone. Most of the time he isn't sure how the two survive. Other times it is way more amusing that is perfectly acceptable because the two of them could not be any worse at being covert. Stiles had no concept of whispering.

Then it gets weird because while Derek is now getting slightly used to the sound of Scott making out with his hunter girlfriend, he has yet to have the pleasure of this sound. Sounds really.

She is far too noisy. It's why he tuned in at first, not because he was checking up on stupid Stiles, but because she was making an awful lot of noise. That is when he smells her arousal. He should stop listening. He doesn't need to hear the slide of her fingers thrusting inside her. He doesn't need to listen to her gasps and moans of pleasure. And he really doesn't need to count that she comes twice with her own fingers and three more times with a vibrator before she stops.

But he does listen and then it invades his mind. It's wrong, she is a minor and not even that hot. She always wears clothes that look like they came out of the men's wear section and never puts on any make up. Which is fine really because he doesn't need to think about how easy it would be to rip off her panties if she wore skirts, or how watching mascara run down her face as he fucked her would be hot.

So here he is shot with fucking wolfsbane and maybe dying yet a large portion of his brain is fried because he can smell her. Derek can smell that she masturbated in the show this morning.

"You have got to be kidding me, this guy is everywhere." She had no idea. Then she had to get all huffy and threaten to drag him out of the car, because she could totally do it with him this weak.

"Start the car now, or I will rip your throat out…with my teeth." Why did saying that make her hot?

"By the way he is starting to smell…like death." And she was starting to smell like something else.

He can hear her heart speed up when his shirt comes off and it makes trying to focus on not dying harder than it should be. Yelling at the stupid girl doesn't help because every time he does her scent gets stronger. He is going to die with a horny teenage girl as the only witness.

Also she punched him to wake him up, what kind of girl does that?

After Scott finally comes through and Derek gets the wolfsbane out of his system he comes to a decision. He is going to have his way with Stiles. Derek has great control, he just doesn't like to deny himself things he wants and he wants her. And maybe a good proper fuck will shut her up for once.

"You drive him back to his car." Scott says.

"Why do I have to be the one to do the driving?" Stiles really doesn't need Derek in her car more than he already has been.

"Because I am not ridding a bike with Scott." Derek snaps at both of them.

"Why not? Being sexually assaulted by a seat is an experience everyone should have." They stare at her until she gives in. Derek is thankfully quiet the whole way back and she does manage not to sing along to the radio and make a complete ass out of herself.

"Are you going pay for the hupolstry clean up I am going to have to do after this because it is going to take forever to get the blood and death smell out?" Stiles asked when Derek moved to leave the car. He glared at her, in an angry way not in a sexy way despite the fact her brain was translating it as such. Then he got out of the car. Stiles sighed an leaned back in her seat.

Which was the moment Derek threw the door open and forced his mouth on her gaping one. She did not enjoy it, repeat did not enjoy it and that groan was not coming from her throat.

"I can smell you." He told her when he pulled back.

"I thought that was the whole point of the furry fun, that you get to have your own personal blood hound attached to the front of your face." Stiles really wasn't sure what was happening here. That was of course when Derek cupped her between the legs and gave one deep sniff. "Bad touch." Stiles swatted him away. Derek had the gall to just wink at her.

"I am going to need more double A batteries." She said to the empty car. Porn and her fingers were not going to be enough.

"So um how often does Derek climb into your bedroom? Like are you two dating now? Does that mean Allison is free, because I am beginning to think I might be a lesbian." Stiles said after Scott explained the whole teaching thing.

And she might, might have enjoyed throwing balls at Scott way more than she should have. It was his fault her dad was injured. So she did make the duct tape way tighter than need be. And stole the coaches phone. Realy people needed to pay more attention to her; she was really getting good at stealing shit these days.

Derek wanted to kick Scott the moment he smelled Stiles and her leaky noisy Jeep. This was their stupidest idea yet, calling the alpha to the school. If the alpha didn't kill them, he was going to kill them.

She called him a sour wolf. He was going to do horrible things to this girl when he got done healing with Scot and his stupid heartbreak. Not to mention that he was now fugitive.

"Scott drives." He told his two idiots.

"Why does Scott get to drive? I am the one who owns a car!"

"No one is asking you Gem!" Derek shouts at her.

"How the fuck do you know that?" Stiles shouts angrily.

"Just drive, and get me!"

Now he was hiding in her room, because he couldn't go back to his house. After the Miguel stunt and making him wear some old shirts of Scotts that she had in her room he was going to murder her. She had done it on purpose and he could smell her and the boy getting excited watching him.

He took his revenge outside the hospital once they got the call. He shoved her against the door and put his tongue down her throat. This kiss had even less finesse than the last and Derek managed to get a hand up her shirt while she squirmed beneath and just when she got into he pulled back.

"What the?" She gasped, and then he slammed her head into the steering wheel.

"You know what that was for, now go!"

I need to stop writing when on decongestants. There is going to be more of this soon. I might just pound this out. Every chapter is just going to be smutty from here on out. This was set up.

None of you are going to read this anyway. -E