Request: The pack is trying to work out who is next in the sacrifices. Stiles comes in and realise that I'm missing and everyone thinks I am the next sacrifice. They go on a search for me and I wake up and find that I am tied to a tree. The pack comes over and Stiles kisses me and confesses his feelings for me and I do as well. 

Thanks for requesting my love! I'm sorry I made you wait so long to get it but I hope you enjoy it nevertheless. I changed it up a little in the sense that instead of him confessing his feelings he says I love you for the first time. Hope that's okay! x 

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The pack was settled around Scott's kitchen table, going over the little information they had on the current sacrifices that were happening in Beacon Hills. Though one member was missing; Stiles had been there at one point, but had disappeared upstairs and no one had seen him since. Until now, that is. 

Scott stopped talking when he heard quick feet coming down the stairs, Stiles shuffling into the room. Scott was about to question his friend as to what he had been doing but before he could, Stiles was speaking up. 

"Sophie's missing." Stiles rushed out, panic lacing his voice as he tapped hurriedly on his phone.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves here Stiles." Scott began, but Stiles cut him off. 

"No! She hasn't been answering her phone. The last time she answered my text was yesterday morning when she said that she would meet me at school and she never turned up. Her Mum just texted me saying that she hasn't seen her for over a day. She's missing, Scott!" The brunet began to pace, sending countless text messages to your phone, hoping for a reply but not getting one. "Do you, do you think she was kidnapped? Taken as another sacrifice?" 

Stiles' heart dropped at the thought; not wishing to find you in such a position like they have been the other ones. 

"We cant go making judgements like that without proper evidence, Stiles," Scott explained. "Maybe she just, I don't know, is having some alone time?" 

Stiles wanted to start crying, he really did. No one was listening to him. You were missing. Why didn't anyone care? He sent one last text to your number, and still with the lack of reply, he spoke up again. 

"She's missing, Scott, and if you wont help me find her, I'll do it myself." 

Time was ticking and if you had been taken as a sacrifice, he was wasting his time standing around in Scott's kitchen doing nothing to save you. He stuffed his phone into the pocket of his pants and turned to leave, only to be stopped my a hand on his shoulder. 

He turned back briefly, Scott standing there.

"Where do we start?" He asked, and Stiles couldn't help but smile. He grabbed a hold of Scott's hand and began to lead him toward the front door. 

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After searching all the places Stiles knew you liked to visit and still not being able to find you, he was beginning to lose hope. He decided to check your house one last time, hoping maybe you really were just having some alone time and had made your way back there. 

When the pack arrived, Stiles greeted your mother at the door. She informed him that you hadn't returned home yet, but invited you in anyway. 

Scott suggested maybe he could hunt you down by scent, and Stiles was willing to try anything at that point so he lead Scott to your room. He handed Scott one of your shirts, and it took him a moment but eventually Scott's eyes lit up. 

"I've got it." 

Stiles felt his heart skip a beat; He'd been so worried all day and those three words were the best thing he'd heard since this whole thing had started. He was right on his best friends heels as both of them ran back toward the front door, thanking your mother as they passed. 

Scott was on his motorbike in a flash, everyone else piling into Stiles' Jeep. 

Scott started up his bike, pulling out of the drive way and down the street. Stiles followed suit, driving behind his friend until they pulled up outside of the preserve. 

Stiles was stumbling out of the Jeep, clumsy feet struggling to keep up with Scott as they bounded into the preserve. Scott still had your shirt gripped tightly into his fist, it blowing in the wind almost hopefully as Stiles watched it intently while he trailed behind Scott. 

They were going to find you. 

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You awoke with a groan, and the first thing you noticed was the throbbing pain in your head. It felt as though someone had hit you over the head with something to knock you out. 

You let your eyes crack open slightly and when you noticed that you weren't, in fact, in your own bed panic began to settle in your stomach. You tried to move your hands, but soon realized that they were bound behind the tree by what felt like rope. 

Tears welled in your eyes as you struggled against the restraint, arms rubbing up against the harsh bark of the tree as you tried to get the rope loose. 

"Help!" You cried out, voice breaking as you did so. "Is there anyone there? Help!" 

You gave one last tug at the rope before giving up, slumping against the tree and letting out a sob. You don't think you've ever been this scared before, not even on the first day of high school (and that truly was a terrifying day). 

Your arms were burning from being rubbed against the bark so much, and you could imagine that they were bleeding but that was the least of your worries. After all, you were tied up to a tree in the middle of no where for an unknown reason. 

"Help!" You tried one last time, and just as it left your lips you heard your name being called. 

"Sophie?" 

It was Scott. 

"Over here!" You called out in reply, and you couldn't help but let out another sob when none other than Scott and Stiles emerged from the trees, the rest of the pack following suit. 

Stiles was by your side in a flash, hands cupping your face as he stared at you with worried eyes while Scott worked at the rope behind you. 

"Are you okay?" Stiles rushed out, frantic eyes flicking over your face. "Are you hurt? Did they hurt you? God, I'm never leaving you alone again, you hear me? I was so worried, Sophie. I love you so much and the thought of someone hurting you..." 

Your breath got caught in your throat at his words, but you didn't have much time to think about it as Scott had cut the rope, letting your arms fall back down beside your body. You hissed at the pain, brining them carefully to your lap as you inspected the cuts. Thankfully, you hadn't done too much damage. 

"I'm okay," You finally managed to mumble in return to Stiles' babbling. You hesitated for a split second before smiling gently, remembering his words, "I-I love you, too." 

Stiles' eyes widened briefly before softening again and brining your face to his so he could carefully settle his lips on yours. When he pulled away, there was a sheepish smile on his face as he spoke, "Can you‒can you say it again?" 

And you couldn't help but laugh gently, knowing exactly what he was talking about, "I love you so much, Stiles Stilinski."