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ellswritings · 5 months ago

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Derek Hale x Reader

TW: Mentions of blood and death, werewolfy things, Stiles being an absolute spaz, age gap, Jennifer Blake (cause she’s a warning on her own), major feels, and a tiny bit of angst, some bad words. I think that it y’all. Once again, let me know if I missed something!

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There have always been two constants in Y/N L/N life when it came to living in Beacon Hills, life threatening creatures and the possibility of her imminent death. When she became friends with Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall in Kindergarten, she wasn’t completely aware of what she signed up for. Most people would think the constant Star Wars marathons with Stiles and lacrosse training with Scott would’ve drove her away early on, but she stayed. Not that they’d let her leave even if she tried. Having them as her best friends has always been a blessing and a curse. She would do anything for them, but she didn’t know anything included becoming a supernatural creature.

A werewolf to be precise.

The night of the dance their sophomore year, Y/N had seen Lydia walk out of the dance in which she assumed was in search of Jackson. But when she saw the blonde boy lingering in the hallways, she had a feeling something was off. When she went in search of the girl and found her at the lacrosse field, there was no escaping their inevitable fate. That was one of the many times Y/N thought she’d meet her end. Watching Peter Hale run towards them at fully speed before taking a nice bite out of their skin was not on her bucket list for the evening.

Since then there have been plenty adventures for the “McCall Pack” as she’d like to call it. Allison’s grandfather Gerard coming to town, the Kanima, Derek and his pack trying to kill Lydia, then finding out it was Jackson, only to have him turn into a werewolf and run off to London. There might have been a couple kidnappings and restraining order somewhere in there, but those are minor details.

And, of course, with a new year comes new threats. There has been a recent string of kidnappings that turned into murders that none of them have been able to solve yet. They’ve tried as a group to brainstorm, meeting at Derek’s new loft every so often to get the entire groups opinion, but nothing has come out of it. Well, besides spending extra time with the Alpha. That’s an aspect Y/N didn’t mind in the slightest.

She had no issues making herself at home in his loft, despite his halfhearted protests. No one could understand how Y/N had the ability to just throw her feet up on his coffee table and not get her throat ripped out. It’s either she has no regard for her life, or Derek has a soft spot for her which is something no one saw coming.

The two have always had an interesting relationship. Y/N enjoys arguing, similar to Stiles hence why they get along so well. She loves getting under Derek’s skin and pushing every button she knows he has. It’s almost as if she goes out of her way to try and get a reaction out of him. No one blames her really, it gets entertaining hearing them go at it. Especially for Stiles.

Whenever anyone needs to ask Derek for a favor, the first person they send his way is Y/N. For one, they’ve only ever heard the word “yes” come out of his mouth when talking to her, and she’s the most likely one not to flinch if she has to kill him. She has a conscious, it’s just not always active.

Y/N rides up to Beacon Hills High on her motorcycle before parking in the thin spot near the bike rack. She carefully takes off her helmet, smoothing down any stray pieces of hair that might’ve fallen out of place. She had been told to go to Derek’s the night before to ask him if he’s found anything out about their new lethal friend, the only issue is when she got there, she could hear her new teacher Jennifer Blake in the apartment with him. She felt the urge to completely kick the door down and interrupt whatever conversation was happening, but she practiced a high level of self-restraint. She knew Derek was aware of her being there. He could smell her the same way she could him. But the hot white rage that filled Y/N’s chest forced her to walk away and ride angrily back to Stiles’s place.

Scott and Stiles watch their friend from the steps at the entrance to the school. Her ever present frown is a little troubling as it is much more prominent than usual. They didn’t get the full details about what angered her so much the night before, but it’s clearly still bothering her. She takes the keys out of her bike before stomping up to them. When she notices them staring at her, she lifts an eyebrow, “Something you wanna say?” She challenges. Both boys look at each other and simultaneously shoot her a fake smile.

“You– you look nice today,” Stiles comments awkwardly as he rubs the back of his neck. “Did you uh– did you do something new with your hair?”

Y/N stared at him blankly while Scott mentally facepalms at his friends attempt at covering up their concern. She simply shakes her head, looping her arms through both of theirs. “I’m fine if that’s what you guys are wondering. Derek was busy last night so I just came back to the house. That’s it,” she explains shortly, leaving no room for questions.

Scott scrunches his nose and a look of realization dawns on his face. It quickly morphs into disgust the more he thinks about it and Stiles furrows his eyebrows curiously. He looks over Y/N’s head and waits for his other best friend to clue him in on what’s got him all bothered. Scott makes sure Y/N’s more focused on weaving through the crowd before mouthing “She’s jealous” over to Stiles.

“I’m gonna grab my notebook real quick,” she tells them. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as she reaches her locker, Stiles leans over to attempt a discreet conversation with Scott. “What do you mean she’s jealous?” He asks in a whisper. “Jealous of what?”

“I don’t know,” Scott answers, watching Y/N carefully. “But I’m assuming it had something to do with what happened at Derek’s last night.”

“Why would she be jealous over something with Derek?” Stiles scoffs, his eyebrows furrowed.

Scott shoots him a pointed look. Stiles is an absolute genius when it comes to certain topics, but girls and social cues are not one of them. His jaw drops slightly when he realizes what Scott’s implying. He rapidly shakes his head, flailing his arms in the air. “No– no, uh-uh. There’s no way. Absolutely not.”

“It’s not like you can stop it,” Scott chuckles. “If she likes him, she likes him.”

“Oh God,” Stiles groans disgustedly. “Out of all people? Sourwolf? Really?”

Scott shrugs with an amused smile as Y/N turns to start walking back, “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

“Okay, but does it have to want him?” Stiles continues to complain. “And if she’s jealous that means there was someone else there last night. Who? Because last I checked, Derek is a very acquired taste.”

“How would I know?” Scott replies. “Now shut up before she realizes we’re talking about her.”

The three of them made a pact awhile back that they wouldn’t eavesdrop on each other’s private conversations unless they were in danger. So they knew it would be safe to have said discussion despite Y/N’s enhanced hearing.

“You guys ready?” She asks.

Both nod vigorously, trying to hide their gossip, but their desperation to seem normal gives them away. Y/N simply rolls her eyes and says nothing. She once again links their arms together as they head towards their English class. No one needs werewolf senses to see how tense and angry Y/N got at the sight of Ms. Blake. The fury behind her eyes is one everyone in the pack has had to face at one point or another. Scott vividly remembers those eyes when Issac stole the last piece of her banana bread from when they went to the bakery they all love, and she threw him clear across his house.

Y/N separates herself from the boys, taking her spot next to Alison and Lydia while the boys sit down behind them. It’s a miracle how they all ended up in the same class. Y/N opens up her notebook, choosing to doodle rather than pay attention to whatever Ms. Blake is writing on the whit board in front of them. Alison looks at Y/N’s drawing with curiosity and smiles, “That’s really good,” she compliments.

It’s her beginning sketch to one of her favorite book characters, Sirius Black from Harry Potter. Y/N tries to muster a genuine grin, “Thanks,” she replies.

Alison isn’t clueless though. She can feel the difference in Y/N’s attitude from how she acts on a regular basis. She squints her eyes trying to silently figure it out before turning back to Scott who already knows what she’s wondering. What all of them were wondering. Who got Y/N so riled up? They know she’s jealous of something that happened with Derek, but who could she be jealous of?

“Alright, good morning everyone!” Jennifer greets with a smile that makes Y/N’s blood boil. She brings a hand up to play with her helix piercing to prevent her claws which will no doubt make an appearance by the end of this class. “Today, we're going to delve deeper into Shakespeare's Othello. I want you to focus on the themes of jealousy and manipulation that are littered throughout the text.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow on her teacher. The word “jealousy” feeling like a direct hit on their current situation. She cracks her neck before flipping to the page in their text book. She slouches in her chair, leg bouncing up and down. She quickly begins to run out of patience hearing the teachers heels click every time she takes a step.

“Y/N,” Jennifer calls out. “Why don’t you go ahead and start us off by reading the first paragraph?”

The grip Y/N has on her pencil tightens. There it is. Scott can not only smell it, but he can see it with his own eyes. The tension is more than palpable. Jennifer was the one at Derek’s last night. Y/N tilts her head, “Why can’t someone else do it?” She deflects coldly. “Lydia for example is quite the fan of our troubled poet.”

The challenge in her voice makes Jennifer hold back her own glare. She should’ve known Y/N would be the student to give her trouble from the beginning. The class shifts uncomfortably from the sudden chill in the air. “Y/N, it’s important for everyone to participate. Please, read the passage,” she requests with forced patience.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that,” the (h/c) haired girl answers, folding her hands together as she leans on the desk. “I have crippling anxiety when it comes to reading in front of people. You wouldn’t want to do something to cause a breakdown would you?” She asks in the most taunting voice possible.

Lydia and Alison both stare at their friend with confusion. Stiles has to sink low in his chair to hide the inevitable laughter that’s about to come out of his mouth. While Scott just covers his face with his hands, waiting for World War Y/N to take place in his English class.

Jennifer quirks an eyebrow, “Did you not just do the school play of Beauty and the Beast last month? Where you played Belle? The lead role?”

Silence.

“That’s different, Ms. Blake,” Y/N corrects. “Not that I’d expect you to understand, but playing a character and who I am in real life is completely separate.”

“Well, that’s perfect then,” she nods. “Why don’t you go ahead and read it in character for us?”

A strong scent of copper fills Scott’s nose. He glances down and sees Y/N’s claws dug deep into her thigh. Stiles notices Scott’s wide eyes and glances where he’s looking. When he sees the wide open wound his face turns pale white before he shuffles in his chair.

“What a fantastic idea,” Y/N quips sarcastically before glancing down at the page below her. As she begins to read, the passive aggressiveness in her tone is evident. “O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on."

Her eyes lock with Jennifer's, and she can't help but add, under her breath but loud enough for her friends to pick up on, "How fitting"

Jennifer's expression hardens, but she maintains her composure. She leans on her desk while looking Y/N in the eye, “I would like a word with you after class Miss L/N,” she says coolly before continuing on with her lesson.

The glare on Y/N’s face never fades. She burns holes into the back of Jennifer’s head. Scott grew increasingly more worried that her eyes would flash, giving away her secret for all to see. All four of her friends exchange worried glances. Y/N’s never really been one to get in trouble on her own accord. She’s gotten detention, but ninety percent of the times it’s because Scott and Stiles roped her into it. The boys take it upon themselves to text Lydia and Alison, informing them of their theory of what is causing Y/N’s sudden aggression.

Lydia purses her lips together as she reads the texts. She leans back to whisper to Stiles, “This should be interesting…”

The rest of the class drags on, time ticking fairly slow. Y/N doesn’t say much, but the nasty looks she shoots cut more deeply than any words ever could. Halfway through the period, Stiles places his hand on her back to help keep her calm, which she wouldn’t admit, helped a lot. When the bell finally rings, the students begin to file out. Y/N stays behind, her anger barely contained. Scott, Stiles, Alison, and Lydia linger outside the door, trying to listen in on the upcoming confrontation.

Y/N rolls her eyes as she slings her bag over her shoulder. She approaches Jennifer’s desk with a sickly sweet smile. The teacher doesn’t buy it though. “Y/N, what is going on with you today?” She questions firmly, feigning concern for the younger girl.

Y/N shakes her head, producing the most innocent face she could. “Going on with me? Nothing at all, Miss Blake. I am doing just dandy. Why do you ask?"

Jennifer bites the inside of her cheek, narrowing her eyes, but she manages to keep her tone measured. "Your behavior today has been disruptive and disrespectful. You are a talented and well-read young woman. I expected more from you."

Y/N chuckles, leaning more of her weight on her left side, popping her hip to show just how much she truly cares about this conversation. “Oh, I’m sure you do, given your high standards and all. It must be exhausting to keep up appearances,” she comments with a deceptive charm.

The older woman’s nostrils flare, knowing exactly what she’s trying to get at. Of course this is what her behavior is all about. Jennifer takes a deep breath, “Y/N, your comments today were out of line. This isn’t about keeping up appearances, it’s about maintaining respect in the classroom."

Y/N walks closer to her desk with a sly smile. She traces her finger up the wood, rubbing the dust in between her fingers. “Respect? Funny you should mention that. It seems respect is a bit... selective around here."

Jennifer's patience finally snaps, though she tries to mask it with a strained smile. “Y/N, your insinuations are inappropriate. Whatever issues you think exist, this isn't the place to air them."

Y/N barely even makes eye contact with the woman, flicking off the small dust bunny she formed with her fingers. “Of course,” she agrees mildly. “From now on, I’ll make sure to be more… discreet.”

Her teacher’s eyes flash with irritation, “You know what? Your behavior today has been unacceptable. Detention. After school. I expect to see you here as soon as the bell rings.”

Y/N opens her mouth to argue, but the look in Jennifer's eyes stops her. She storms out of the classroom, her friends quickly falling into step beside her. Stiles trips over his own footing as he tries to grab Y/N’s wrist, “Would you just– Jesus– Y/N. Slow down!” He exclaims, finally catching her. He grabs onto her, holding the girl in place.

Y/N raises her eyebrows, “What?” She bites out. “I have to get to Calc.”

“Care to explain what the hell is going on with you?” Lydia tries to coax the information out of her. She knows it’s never good for Y/N out of all people to keep things bottled.

“Nothing’s going on with me,” she denies. “I’m fine. Are we done here?” She scoffs, spinning on her heel to walk away.

Scott runs in front of her, “Y/N, we just want to help,” he insists softly.

“I don’t need your help!” She snaps. The wounded expression on his puppy dog face makes Y/N groan at her actions. She runs a hand over her face, “Look Scotty, I appreciate it. I appreciate all of you, really, I do. It means a lot that you care so much, but this isn’t something that I feel like talking about right now. I need space and time to plot out her murder and then maybe we can have a discussion later, okay?” She says nonchalantly, kissing Scott’s cheek before walking off to her calculus class.

They all stand there stunned for a moment. Stiles watches after her, pointing at the girl and turning back to his friends, “Did she– did she just say plot her murder?”

“Yup,” Alison nods, popping the “p.”

As the school day goes on, Scott and Stiles continuously try to monitor Y/N and her behavior. Something about her unhinged jealousy is putting everyone on edge. Luckily, the advanced classes they don’t have with her, Lydia does. So whenever they can’t be together, they assign someone else to watch over her.

When Lydia reports back, they’re all slightly shocked to hear that she was absolutely fine in all of her other classes. Which only affirms their theory that Ms. Blake was in Derek’s apartment last night, and that’s why Y/N acted the way that she did.

When the final bell of the day rings, Y/N growls under her breath, knowing she has to spend the next hour or so with Jennifer Blake in an enclosed space. She marches down the hallway, mumbling profanities under her breath before pushing the door to her classroom open. Stiles and Scott watch from afar, the latter trying to listen in for any painful screams. But knowing Y/N, if she truly were to murder someone, it wouldn’t be loud or obvious.

Y/N furrows her eyebrows when she sees Jennifer packing up her desk. When the woman hears her door open, she glances over in her students direction. “Miss L/N, I hope you had a good and reflective rest of your day,” she comments, clearly not interested in Y/N’s day whatsoever.

Y/N doesn’t bother responding. She simply stares at her straight faced with her arms crossed. Her patience is dwindling the longer they stand there. Jennifer picks up her handbag before sending Y/N the nastiest smile she could.

“Well, Mr. Harris should be here in a couple of minutes to oversee your detention, so you can wait in your seat until he arrives.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow, “And why exactly am I waiting for Mr. Harris? Weren’t you the one to give me a detention?”

Her teacher smirks, “Yes, yes I was,” she answers with a shrug.

“Then wouldn’t it be your responsibility to oversee it? You can’t just hand out detentions and not stick around for it,” Y/N scoffs.

“Normally, I wouldn’t be leaving like this. I would happily spend the next hour of my life lecturing you on proper classroom etiquette, but I have certain plans tonight that I’ve been looking forward to. So Mr. Harris has agreed to take you off my hands,” she explains.

Y/N can smell her smugness. Only if she demonstrated this side of herself in front of the class. Y/N clenches her hand tightly, feeling her claws emerging from her actual nails. Anger rushes through her, but she pushes it back with a curt nod. “How interesting. Do you mind me asking who these plans happen to be with?”

Jennifer cockily leans forward, whispering in Y/N’s ear, “You know exactly who they’re with.” Then she pulls away from the young girl, walking out of the classroom without a second glance.

The werewolf’s eyes flash a bright yellow as she watches Jennifer stalk off. She squeezes them shut, trying to avoid any kind of outburst. Her frustration grows by the second, her heart beating abnormally fast as she hears Jennifer getting in her car to no doubt drive to Derek’s loft. A red hot fire fills her soul as she makes a decision that will no doubt have consequences later. But she would rather serve a two hour detention with Harris than watch Derek be with that woman.

Y/N storms out of the classroom, running down the hallway. She ditches her detention, figuring she could come up with an emotional enough lie to relieve the punishment afterwards. Her backpack bounces up and down, smacking into her tailbone as she runs. Her feet pump as fast as they possibly can as she runs through the greenery of the woods. She doesn’t have to pay attention to where she is because her body already knows where it’s going. Almost as if she’s called to be there, her inner wolf begging to move faster.

When she finally slows down, she’s directly in front of the door to Derek’s loft. Her chest rises and falls with her shallow breaths as she simply stares at the door. She didn’t see or hear Jennifer’s car, so that means their’s still time. She licks her lips out of nervousness before hesitantly bringing her hand up to the door, knocking on it softly.

She waits anxiously, wiping her now sweaty hands on her jeans. Y/N’s not used to feeling like this ever. She doesn’t get nervous. Most of the time, she’s the most confident person anyone could meet. Hence why she was friends with Lydia before she even knew Stiles existed. When she goes over to Derek’s, she never usually feels like this. Like her heart might just beat out of her chest if she doesn’t see him. She fights off the small whimper threatening to escape her throat. She doesn’t need to be nervous and embarrassed when he answers the door.

Y/N rocks back and forth on her feet, growing more weary as time passes. Silence fills the air around her and she suddenly feels the urge to throw up when she hears footsteps growing closer. She silently prays he can’t smell how absolutely out of sorts she is. Her inner monologue to give herself a confidence boost doesn’t do much when she sees his shadow at the bottom crack of the door. When the door swings open, it reveals a very dressed up Derek Hale. His face turns into one of confusion when he sees her standing in front of him.

“Y/N,” he greets, completely shocked by her presence. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh– I– um,” she stumbles over her words which causes Derek to look at her with curiosity. She’s not the type to be at a loss for something to say. That’s one of the things he admires about her. She sucks in a deep breath, “I just needed to see you,” she answers.

Derek steps aside slightly, allowing her into his apartment. When she walks in she can’t help but feel safe. This loft has almost turned into her home away from home. She’s here more often than anyone else out of the pack, and Issac lives here. It isn’t until now that Derek can smell the mix of emotions radiating off of her. It’s a concoction of things and he can’t tell which is the primary source of her unannounced appearance.

“What’s this about?” He asks her with a lifted brow.

Y/N sighs, trying to blink back the intermittent flashing of her eyes. “I know someone was here last night,” she reveals. “I came by and heard her. Then I find out today that you two apparently have plans,” she continues getting progressively more irritated. “Which didn’t make sense to me because I thought you were smarter than that.”

Derek crosses his arms, his own anger rising at her tone. He’s used to her empty sarcasm and insults, but this time it’s fueled by actual emotion which sets him equally on edge. “It’s none of your business who I have plans with, Y/N,” he says shortly.

Y/N laughs humorlessly, “None of my business? It is absolutely my business if the person you have these plans with is a complete stranger!” She exclaims loudly. “We don’t know her Derek. She could be the person behind all these killings and kidnappings and we wouldn’t be any the wiser!”

“Your teacher?” He challenges. “Responsible for everything that’s going on?” He chuckles at the obscurity. “Right. I’m sure that’s it,” he shakes his head at the accusation. “Isn’t the whole point of making plans to get to know someone? So wouldn’t it be nice if I did go out with her?”

“She’s manipulating you,” Y/N insists. “And you’re obviously too blind to even see it.”

“Why do you care so much?” Derek asks, his voice elevating as well.

“Because–” She waves her hands around exasperatedly, trying to find the words. “You’re not exactly known for your taste in women!” She all but scolds. “Remember Kate? The lady that up and killed your entire family. Well, I remember her so forgive me for trying to keep your stupid werewolf ass alive!”

Derek goes to retaliate but that’s when he hears it. Her heart rate speeds up. She’s lying to him. That’s not why she really cares. He can clearly see her anger and smell the annoyance radiating off of her, along with a couple of other things. But there’s a sweet smell accompanying it. One that Derek finds rather endearing. Jealousy. Y/N L/N is jealous. He wouldn’t have picked up on it if she hadn’t just blatantly lied. Suddenly her bursting in and berating him makes sense. He smirks when he notices her clenched fists. It’s about time she’s felt the green-eyed monster that constantly visits him when he sees her with other guys. When she’s laughing boisterously about something Scott said, whenever she comes over to see him but ends up talking to Isaac for hours on end. Especially when he found out she kissed Stiles last year after he was kidnapped by Gerard. It truly has been a miracle that no one ever sensed his jealousy when it came to her.

Derek takes a step forward, closing the distance between them. “Why did you really come here, Y/N?” He asks lowly, trying to get her to admit her feelings. “Tell me what you’re really trying to say…”

Y/N feels her face flush as he gets closer. She doesn’t want him to know the real reason why she raced across town to be here. The walls begin to close in around her, so she lashes out in a last ditch effort to protect herself.

“I’m trying to look out for you! You’re stubborn, Derek,” she chastises. “You don’t listen to anything anyone tells you. You like to pretend you’re always ready and prepared for anything, but you’re not! You are just as emotional and vulnerable as everyone else despite being hurt as many times as you have! You’re reckless when it comes to women, so I’m simply trying to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or the pack by making a stupid mistake.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t back down. In fact, he gets closer to her in attempts to pressure it out of her. “You’re avoiding my question, Y/N,” he says darkly. “What’s really going on?”

Feeling cornered, Y/N tries to take in a couple of deep breaths but it fails miserably. She can’t tell him. Not now. Not when he’s interested in another women who’s already on her way here. He even got dressed up for her. She’s never seen Derek in a white button up polo and slacks. It makes her frown thinking that it’s not for her. She scoffs softly before shaking her head, “Forget it,” she mumbles. The h/c haired girl pushes past him, shoulder checking him on her way to the door. “I shouldn’t have come here. Have fun on your date or whatever you wanna call it.”

She slams the door behind her before stomping down the flight of stairs that leads up to his building. When she walks outside, the sky opens up, almost mimicking her inner turmoil with its own storm. Rain pours down on her, soaking her clothing completely as she gets ready to run home, or in all truth, to Stiles house. All she knows is that she can’t be here anymore.

“Y/N, wait!” Derek calls out.

She doesn’t bother turning around, heading the exact way she came. She should’ve figured that he would’ve caught up to her with ease. He’s never had a problem showing her who’s in charge. He grabs her wrist gently but firmly, not allowing her to leave.

“Stop running away,” he commands. “Just tell me the truth.”

Y/N’s eyes once again begin flashing yellow, differing completely from her regular piercing e/c gaze. “Let go of me, Derek,” she demands with a bit of a growl in her voice.

“Not until you stop being so damn hardheaded!” He yells, trying to make his voice heard over the pounding rain. “Tell me!”

“Why do you even care?!” Y/N screams back. “Why does it matter when you’re already here waiting for another woman?”

Derek’s eyes soften slightly, and he pulls Y/N closer to him by her wrist. Her breath hitches in her throat as her hand practically rests on his muscular chest. His lips are so impossibly close that any coherent thought she had before this moment have been completely erased from her long and short term memory.

“Because I need to hear you say it,” his voice got impossibly low, sending a chill through her body that has nothing to do with the cold water hitting her back.

Y/N’s lips part slightly as his thumb comes up to brush the side of her cheek. Her body is drawn to him. The wolf inside of her is trying to claw its way out and into his arms, but she manages to steady herself. “Fine,” she breathes out, not being able to force herself to look away. “I’m jealous, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That it made me want to commit first-degree murder last night when I heard her voice in your apartment, knowing that it would’ve been me in there if I had shown up just a tad bit earlier? So yes, Derek, I am jealous. You win.”

Derek’s eyes darken at the breathiness of her voice. He places the hand that was holding her wrist on her waist to keep her pressed securely against his front. Both of their hearts beat in unison, “Why didn’t you just say that when I asked the first time?”

Y/N’s defense starts to crumble beneath her, “Because I didn’t want you to think I was weak for succumbing to something stupid like that,” she admits.

Derek laughs, showing off his pearly white teeth, “I would’ve never thought you were weak.” He reassures when he notices the small frown etched on her face. “You’ve never been weak. A bit obstinate? Sure. But not weak.”

Y/N can feel the sincerity in his voice. She doesn’t protest his strong hold on her hip, but instead keeps her own hands occupied on his now soaked through white shirt. It’s not a bad view from where she’s standing. “I don’t think I can do this,” she whispers.

Derek’s eyebrows furrow, a pang of concern filling his heart. “Do what?”

“Keep pretending that I don’t care about you,” she says softly, her chest heaving up and down from how intense the moment they are sharing is.

Derek’s eyes flash their bright alpha red as a primal instinct clouds his brain. He leans close to her face, his stubble rubbing her cheek in just the right way. “Then don’t,” he says huskily.

Before she can respond, he leans in and kisses her, the rain pouring down around them. The kiss is intense, filled with all the emotions they’ve both been keeping at bay. It’s a collision of desire and frustration, their lips moving against each other with a desperate want. A primal need inside both of them. Y/N wraps her hands around his neck, tugging at the short strands of his black hair. Derek wastes no time placing both of his hands on her waist, squeezing the soft flesh. She giggles slightly from the sensation, making him smile. When they finally pull apart, they’re both breathless.

Y/N steps back, her heart racing, but Derek keeps his arm around her, protectively. “How come you ran away?” He asks quietly.

Y/N huffs, running a hand through her wet hair. She sighs loudly before admitting the truth, “I was scared.”

“Of what?” He questions, not believing the woman in front of him would be scared of anything.

“Of this,” she states obviously, gesturing in between them. “Of how much I feel for you. I’m not really big on emotions like this. I don’t know how to handle it. So I was scared of having to open up my heart when I wasn’t sure if you’d actually take care of it.”

The vulnerability in her answer snaps something in Derek’s mind. She has the same issues as he does. He hasn’t been able to truly give himself to anyone since Paige. He felt so strongly for her and then she was gone in an instant. And when he tried again with someone he didn’t even fully trust, he got burned again. Emotions besides anger have never been his forte. So when he hears Y/N admitting the same thing, it makes him realize that this is something they both can improve on.

He grins, kissing her forehead softly, “You don’t have to be scared. We can figure it all out together, okay? Both of us.”

At that moment, a car pulls up, and Derek pulls Y/N even tighter into his chest. The bright headlights blind them and they both try to shield their eyes in order to identify the owner of the vehicle. Y/N’s body tenses as Jennifer steps out, the woman’s expression shifting from surprise to anger as she sees them.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” she comments coldly. Her eyes zero in on Y/N who has a rather tight grip on Derek’s shirt, “Miss L/N, shouldn’t you be at school serving the detention you earned today for your behavior in my class?”

“I had better things to do,” Y/N bites back. “As you can see,” she says, pointing at Derek’s chiseled form.

A shit-eating grin forms on Derek’s lips at her words. They both swear they see Jennifer’s eye twitch from the insinuation Y/N just made. He doesn’t bother trying to cover up what just happened and keeps his hands firmly on Y/N’s hips.

“Yes, I can see that,” Jennifer narrows her eyes at their proximity.

Derek can feel the situation getting ready to escalate so he keeps Y/N safeguarded within his hold. He nods over to Jennifer’s car, “I think it would be best if you left,” he states unforgivingly making Y/N smile.

Jennifer sends them both a pointed look, “I think so too,” she agrees before spinning on her heel and walking back towards her car. “We’ll see just how well this works out for the two of you. Let’s hope you don’t regret it.”

She closes the drivers side door before speeding off out of the parking lot. Both Derek and Y/N are left standing in the rain, now knowing that things have just become a lot more complicated than they were before. But even in the midst of her subtle threat and imminent danger, the two of them don’t seem worried in the slightest.

Because they’ll handle that together too.

#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale imagine #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #lydia martin #alison argent #teen wolf season 3 #beacon hills #jennifer blake

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 1

SCOTT MACCALL HOUSE 🏡

Scott McCall is sitting on his bed in his room, wearing only a pair of gym shorts, as he re-threads the laces on his lacrosse stick. Once he's determined that the net on his stick is secure and loose enough, he tosses the stick on his bed before walking toward the bathroom door, where he has a bar mounted on the lintel. After doing a series of chin-ups, Scott goes into the bathroom, where he brushes his teeth and washes his face before bed.

Suddenly, Scott hears a noise outside and pauses to listen for danger. The scene cuts to the front porch, where Scott, now in a red hoodie, walks outside with a wooden baseball bat in hand as he investigates what is causing the noise. Suddenly, a figure appears hanging from the roof, and Scott yelps in terror, almost hitting the person in the face with his bat until he realizes that it is Stiles Stilinski, his best friend, who is yelping just as loudly.

scott and stiles simultaneously scream "AHH! AHHH! AHHHH!"

Scott huffs in frustration and annoyance before lowering his bat" Stiles, what the hell are you doing?"

Stiles looks just as exasperated as Scott as he eyes the bat in his best friend's hand.

" You weren't answering your phone! Why do you have a bat?"

scott annoyed look at him "I thought you were a predator"

stiles " pre... Wha?" Stiles looks at Scott, clearly appalled by the implication, before scoffing and changing the subject to why he's there

stiles "Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called-- they're bringing in every officer from the Department, and even state police."

scott frowns "For what?"

Stiles has difficulty concealing his glee regarding his answer" Two joggers found a body in the woods."

Reaching up to pull himself free of the trellis, Stiles lands on his feet in front of Scott, who still looks confused

"What, a dead body?" scott asked

Stiles reaches up and leans on the railing to look at Scott at eye-level with a sarcastic expression.

"No, a body of water." Stiles rolls his eyes "Yes, dumbass, a dead body!". Scott looks unnerved about this news as Stiles climbs over the railing to join him on the porch.

" You mean, like, murdered?"

"Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties."stiles reply

Scott's confused " Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?"

Stiles becomes overwhelmed with glee at the drama of this situation as he finishes the story

" That's the best part-- they only found half."Stiles' tone of voice changes, making it clear that Scott doesn't have a say in what happens next "We're going.'

" i guess i don't have a choose " scott murmured as he and him walk toward stiles Jeep " but we are not bringing y/n into this bonnie already giving me dead eyes " scott glance at stiles

stiles give scott sheepish look and scott let out a sigh " she is in the jeep right "

right on que you got out of the jeep and walk towards them. " Hey guys are you ready for haunting for the half body and if we find a nightmare for rest of the life "?

stiles enthusiasticlly node where as scott roles his eyes with small smile on his face .

THE WOODS 🌳🌳

The trio pull into the preserve in Stiles' teal blue Jeep, illuminating the sign warning against entry after dark with the Jeep's headlights. Stiles gets out with a flashlight in hand. Scott and follows, hurrying to keep up with him as the walk in the dark woods.

"We're seriously doing this?" y/n ask.

Stiles look back at you "You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town."

" I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow" scott whine.

"Right, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort. "Stiles reply snidely.

" No, because I'm playing this year. In fact, I'm making first line."

" That great scott" you exclaimed knowing how much he wanted to play he smile at you as you and scott walk side by side.

Stiles looks back at Scott in disbelief " Hey, that's the spirit! Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

you shake your head at his remark being used to it. it was really cold, and you regret not having your jacket.

you rub your arms and Stiles seeing this give you, his jacket. (Outfit)

" thanks " he gives you boyish grin return ears turning pink.

scott nudge your shoulder " how did you sneak out without waking your sister and grams?"

" I know crazy right " you let out giggle and boys have a small laugh with you.

"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" scott questions Stiles.

Stiles looks somewhat sheepish in response to this question "Huh! I didn't even think about that."

you look at him with worried face " And, uh... what if whoever killed the body is still out here?"

Stiles looks embarrassed " Also something I didn't think about."

Scott rolls his eyes in amusement as the three start to hike up a hill

" It's comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail." you comment.

" I know."

Scott's breathing starts to become rapid, shallow, and wheezy as the three continue up the hill, with Scott struggling to keep up with Stiles quick pace. you slow your pace and walk with scott again.

scott start to gasping "Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?"

" where is your inhaler scott ?, you brought it with you right " you ask him touching his shoulder making him stop walking

"yeah I did "Scott leans his back against a nearby tree as he pulls his inhaler out of his pocket.

"Stiles wait for a second " you shout at him.

" keep up shortcake " he remark at you and you growl at that nickname.

However, when Stiles keeps pushing on, Scott and you continues to make his way up the hill after him. When they see a handful of people ahead of them waving flashlights around as part of the search, you three dives behind a large fallen tree branch as they plan their next move, turning off the flashlight so they don't attract attention. Unfortunately for them both, Stiles' impatience eventually wins out, and he whispers back to Scott and you as he jumps up and runs toward the action.

" Wait!" you and scott simultaneously whisper.

" Come on!" you urge scott Scott quickly takes a hit from his inhaler before scrambling to catch up with him. He tries his best to call after his best friends without also alerting anyone else that they are there.

"Stiles! Stiles!"

Stiles finally hears the last attempt to call his name, but the split second of distraction caused the nearby K9 officer to start barking at him, scaring him so much he falls backwards onto the ground. The deputy with the search dog immediately points his flashlight at Stiles as he tries to recover from the shock.

" Hold it right there!" the deputy ordered.

Stiles puts his hands up while Scott and you, several meters behind him, hides behind a nearby tree, just then, another male voice is heard-- it is Noah Stilinski, Stiles' father and the Sheriff of town.

"Hang on, hang on..."Stiles stands to his feet, shielding his eyes from the bright flashlight held toward him by the deputy.

sighs Noah sighs "This little delinquent belongs to me."

Stiles, trying to play it cool, greets his dad warmly "Dad, how are you doing? Stilinski looks at Stiles with a mix of frustration, exasperation, and exhaustion.

"So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?"

Stiles laughs sheepishly " No. Heh..." Stilinski gives Stiles a look, and Stiles finishes his sentence ". Not the boring ones."

Stilinski just sighs and nods as though he's accepted this truth about his son before looking around the surrounding area " Now, where's your usual partners in crimes"?

Stiles immediately tries to play dumb as it starts to rain "Who, Scott? and y/n, Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for first day back at school tomorrow and y/n need a good sleep you know how she gets when she didn't get enough sleep grumpy like little chipmunk. "

Stilinski looks at Stiles in disbelief as he continues to lie" It's just me... In the woods... Alone..."

It is obvious that Stilinski doesn't buy what Stiles is saying, and he lifts his flashlight and tries to get a look around to find Scott and you , who is still hiding behind the tree.

" y/n , Scott, you out there? Scott?.y/n i won't be mad at you come out it's dangerous out there "

After a moment, when Scott or you don't materialize in front of him, Stilinski reluctantly determines that Scott and you isn't with Stiles after all. He then sighs before grabbing Stiles roughly by the back of the neck and steering him toward the entrance to the preserve.

"Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car... And then you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called "invasion of privacy." Noah said.

As Stiles and the Sheriff leave, Scott and you waits until the coast is clear before heading in the opposite direction through the woods.

"And now we lost our ride to home isn't that amazing" you state.

scott wrap his arms around your neck " come on shortcake we can walk home just fine " and start to walk.

Thunder and lightning flickers overhead as Scott and carefully make their way back, pulling up the hood to his sweatshirt to try to keep his head dry from the steady rain and he does the same you. It's evident that he's unnerved by the sounds of the forest animals around him, but when he makes it to a foggy clearing, he becomes unnerved by the fact that it falls totally silent.

you start to feel like you and scott being watched and an uncanny feeling settle in your heart.

"why is everything is so quiet scott"

" yeah, we should just move quickly."

He pulls his inhaler out of his hoodie once again and shakes it, intending to take another hit when suddenly, a herd of deer begin frantically stampeding toward him and you. Scott covers you his arms as trampling you both over and causing his inhaler to fly several meters away.

Once the deer have cleared out, Scott, still in shock.

"are you alright y/n ? " scott ask as he help you stand

"yeah I'm good . you okey ?" you glance at him

" yeah , i think i lost my inhaler "

you and scott starts looking for his inhaler using his cell phone as a light source. He's about to search through a pile of dead leaves when he's startled when he instead uncovers the top half of the body that Stiles had told him about-- young, white, with dark hair and very clearly bisected at the waist.

The shock of this sight stuns him so badly that he loses his balance and tumbles down the hill behind him and into a ravine.

you shout his name and move towards him and help him stands to his feet with a groan.

"i think we just found the bodie and hurt my leg "

you loop his hands on your shoulder " yeah,I can't wait to throw that on Stiles face .hold on to me don't put pressure on your leg "

you and Scott makes his way quickly through the woods, wanting nothing more than to get out of there as soon as possible, when all of the sudden, a growl heard from behind causes you two to freeze in fear. you grab his hand tight as his grip on your shoulder tighten. slowly turning around, only to find a large, bestial wolf with glowing red eyes standing before your eyes.

barely has time to gasp before the beast leaps toward him and he push you away causing him to fall backward onto the ground. Though Scott attempts to crawl away, the wolf grabs him by the ankles and pulls him backwards before viciously biting him on his right hip, causing Scott to roar in pain. you not knowing what to do scream his name.

you move toward Scott grabbing on his arms pulling you toward him desperately trying to evade whatever biting him. it pulls him backward before biting him on his right hip.

you scream his name before using all your strength and pulling him towards you successfully freeing from the creature.

you grab his wrist and start to run down the hill avoiding the tress Infront of you finally makes it to the nearest road, you both stops just before being hit by someone driving a burgundy SUV, who manages to swerve away from him and you just in the nick of time.

"What was that thing? " You ask after some time.

"whatever it is hope it won't come near us again"

Scott trie to lift his hem of hoodie before hesitating.he look at you with fear in his eyes you cover his hands giving it a squeeze before lifting it .

you let out a gasp at large bite wound on his hip with horror as the rain continues to pour down.

you let out a Shakey breath "it's not that bad we can fix it "

" yeah "Suddenly, a loud wolf howl is heard from in the woods, which only makes Scott more concerned. "Come on we have to go "

THE BENNETT HOUSE 🏡

bonnie get her room and start to walk towards the kitchen and she was surprised to see you awake.

"wow didn't know you could wake up this early "

grams laugh at that " I know right she was making breakfast when I come down. I couldn't believe my eyes " bonnie and grams laugh, and it was refreshing to hear them laugh it was nice moment.

" Wow grams teaming up with my witch sister and humiliating me, now I know who is your favorite grandchild" you remark with false hurt face clenching your heart.

grams and bonnie roll their eyes at your antics you give bonnie her breakfast and refile grams coffee and grams lean in and whisper " you're my favorite grandchild" you give her thumbs up and grin. bonnie watches this with a shake of her head.

when you start to say something, but it's was cut off when you see the news.

THE COUPLE DARREN AND BROOKE WAS MISSING FROM LAST NIGHT.

grams sees that you were not saying anything, and she also turn to the news and look back at you.

"y/n do you want me to drop you off today " bonnie ask even though she knows the answer.

"nah I'll come my own " you answer with out looking at her .

"then I'm off I have to pick up Elena see you in class " bonnie start to look for the keys

" hey " you call and she look back at you "if you need me just text me okey " you tell she look at with amusement in her face but when she see your serious worried look she node at you .

" I will " she smile at you

"here catch " you throw the key at her .she skillfully catch it before waving to you .

"bye grams love you ,bye y/n "

"bye bonnie love you too. " you say in grams voice another brust of laughter afterwards.

grams watch this with warms smile on her face "you're silent " she tells you and you look at her puzzled "you're silent sometimes but now you're tense and worried. "

you give her smile " how do you do that?"

"Because you're my grandchild and I know you "

you let out sigh before running your hands through your hair "something doesn't feel right. I feel like something going to happen. "

"honey, all I ask you to do is do what you feel right and trust your gut everything going to be fine " .

"yeah "

IN HIGH SCHOOL 🏫

"Okay, let's see this thing." Stiles said as you walk towards them. Scott lefts up his shirt to show Stiles his bite wound, which is covered with gauze and tape that has a small amount of blood leaking through.

Stiles pokes the bandage, which causes Scott to flinch in pain.

"Whoa!" you hit Stiles on his arm.Scott pulls his shirt back down as the trio resume their walk into the school

" It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf. "Scott tell Stiles and Stiles looks at Scott and you with disbelief.

"'A wolf bit you ? and you believe it also ?"Stiles look at you

"yeah it's true "

Stiles shakes his head and gives him a look that says he thinks Scott and you is being dense." No, not a chance."

" we heard a wolf howling." you add

Stiles scoffs and continues to shake his head in response to Scott's argument

"No, you didn't."

"What do you mean, "No, I didn't?" How do you know what we heard?" Scott asks frustrated.

"Because California doesn't have wolves, okay? Not in, like, sixty years."

Scott looks surprised by this news as the two stops on the staircase and you shrug your shoulder. Stiles turns around to face Scott with a serious expression.

" Really?" Scott asks as he look between the two of you.

"Yes, really. There are no wolves in California."

"All right. Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body." you tell Stiles and

Stiles' demeanor instantly changes from exasperation to gleeful at the sound of this news

" You-- are you kidding me?"

"No, man, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."Scott shuddered at the memory.

" Oh, god, that is freakin' awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since--"

Stiles loses his train of thought when he sees Lydia Martin, walking up the stairs toward the school, and abandons his train of thought in favor of trying to catch her attention " --Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look--"

Lydia continues to walk right past Stiles and when she sees you, she grabs your hand and drag you away from the boys completely oblivious to the fact that he was talking to her.

"--Like you're gonna ignore me..."

Stiles looks back at Scott with an irritable expression "You're the cause of this, you know."

Scott rolls his eyes in response to this comment "Uh-huh."

" Dragging' me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been Scarlet-nerded by you." Stiles and Scott walk towards class.

" He was trying to talk to you know " you tell Lydia as you walk to your first class. you see few new faces with familiar ones giving them a smile along the way.

" Yeah, I could see one your boyfriend talking no stop. "

" They are not my boyfriend Lydia how many times do I have to tell you "You give her deadpan look.

"Could have fooled me. "

"I know you have boyfriend but Stiles like you heck maybe loves you give him chance at least acknowledge him " you plead at her

she stay silent for a minute " you look great today, I love your outfit

you shake your head at her before going to class with Lydia.

Scott and Stiles enter their first period chemistry class and take their seats, where the teacher, Mr. Curtis, immediately begins the lecture without introduction.

"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night."

Scott grins and looks over at Stiles and you as you sat at each other's side.

"And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus, which is on your desk outlining this semester."

Scott's locker is across the hallway and several meters down from Allison's, and when Scott catches her eye, Allison smiles at him. Just then, Lydia and you approaches Allison and strikes up a conversation, and Scott continues to watch them from afar and eavesdrop on them with his newly enhanced hearing as Stiles and their friend Harley join him by his own locker.

" That jacket is absolutely killer. Where'd you get it? "Lydia ask.

" it's look good on you my name is y/n and this Lydia by the way. "

" My mom was a buyer for a boutique back in San Francisco. I guess you guys already know my name. "

"And you are my new best friend." Lydia exclaim

Just then, Jackson, Lydia's boyfriend, joins them as well. Lydia greets him warmly as he puts his arm around her waist, though it makes Allison, and you feel uncomfortable " hey ".

"Hey, Jackson." Lydia greet him .

he turns to you "looking pretty good y/n ,new girl " shooting you both a wink . you and Allison share a knowing glance as Lydia look apologetic.

Jackson and Lydia share a kiss. Meanwhile, across the hall, Harley, who is also watching the scene go down in front of them, looks at Scott and Stiles incredulously, though Scott is too busy listening to you, Allison, Lydia, and Jackson's conversation to hear her.

" Can someone tell me how New Girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia and y/n "harley ask

Though Harley was obviously being facetious, Stiles replies with a genuine answer"Because they are hot."

Harley gives him a look, but Stiles still doesn't get it and shrugs before finishing his thought "Beautiful people herd together, three very beautiful people."

" you just told y/n is hot and beautiful " Scott glance at Stiles.

Stiles eyes widen at this " please don't tell her she already has ego twice as her size "Scott only laugh at him.

"So, tomorrow there's a party." Lydia state

"A party?" Alison asks see glance at you.

"Are we really having a party when there was recent murder and not one but two missing persons out there " you cross your arms over your chest.

"Yeah, so what about it don't be so uptight y/n learn to have fun. You both should come." Jackson added.

I will have fun when I punch you in the face you whisper but Scott hears this and let out laugh at his sound you look at him and he wave at you as you smile at him.

Allison looks slightly bashful when she replies "Uh, I can't. It's family night and I don't my dad would agree as y/n said I'm certain it would tough luck. Thanks for asking."

Lydia and Jackson both look disappointed by this response. Meanwhile, Harley and Stiles have a very animated debate going on. you baid your goodbye to them before going to the boys.

" hey " you greet them Stiles who did see you coming let out Yelp at your sudden presence ." what you doing beside staring at the new girl with creepy eyes " you ask Scott .

he role his eyes at you and hook his arms on your shoulder " it's not creepy and do you think she'll go out with me if I ask her "

you break into wide smile " Maccall having a crush on the new girl "

" with the look that he is giving her i think he might me in love " Stiles answer as he come up your other side.

"not in love but you know just give it a chance " Scott smile cutely

" well i think she would love to go out with you i can tell she also have a eyes on you " you give him a pat on his chest .

"did you hear there is new hot guy in school apparently every girl is in daze " harley ask you

"ahm no " you answer

"you should get know him you need to get away from these guys some time " harley laugh at Stiles shocked face .

Stiles wrap his hands around your head and bring you to his chest " hey don't corrupt my short cake like that" and you fruitless try to get away from him .

"really Stiles " Scott shake his head .

you all go to your next class as you and the boys walk in you do see the new guy and Stiles and Scott see you and new guy node and stiles put his hands on your eyes and Scott guide you to back seat .

" are we really doing this "

Scott and Stiles simultaneously say yes and you just go with it .

" hey bonnie " you and boys greet her at the time make you three look at eachother .

"we have been doing that alot lately " you take a seat and Stiles sit in your front and Scott in back as bonnie is at your side .

" well you what they say great mind think alike but i don't about Scott " Stiles give grin .

" can you not " Scott whines

you hit him in his head " be nice Stiles " .

" hey we are going to the grill this evening do you guys want to come after lcacorees " bonnie ask .

" yeah " you agree before turning to Stiles and Scott " what about you guys? "

" but we have the thing right " Stiles look at you and Scott and bonnie throw a suspicious glance at you .

" what thing?" she question you and Scott look confused glancing at eachother .

" the thing we did last night " Stiles look annoyed that you and Scott didn't understand him yet .

bonnie eyes widen " you were out last night "

"no she wasn't" they say

"no i wasn't" you reply she narrow her eyes at you thankfully the teacher comes in .

"Once our home state of Virginia joined confederacy in 1861, it created a tremendous amount of tension within the state. People in Virginia's northwest region had different ideals than those from the traditional deep south. Then Virginia divided in 1863 with the northwest region joining the union" tanner start the lecture

you were already bored out of your mind Stiles taking note as usual you glance at Scott and he look like he ready to fall asleep at any moment .

you tug Stiles flannel shirt lean in to whisper " did you see the missing persons news last night "

" yeah " he whispered back before he say anything

Scott tug your hair " what is it ?"

"two people gone missing last night "

Scott frown " last night? "

" would you like to share that with the class miss Bennett ?" tanner ask

"which one ?" you ask innocently as bonnie give sheepish smile and Scott and Stiles snort

"i think we both know who I am asking to "

you stay silent for second " no thank you "

" I'm letting it's slide because it's the first day " he continues to teach.

THE WOODS 🌳🌳

you ,Scott and Stiles have just crossed the creek in the nature preserve as they attempt to find both the top half of the body Scott found the night before as well as the inhaler he dropped in the process. The three are talking about the day's practice as their feet get wet in the water

" I-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things." Scott tell

"Smell things? Like what?" you ask as you carefully walk without falling.

" Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket." Scott point towards Stiles pocket

Stiles makes a face as though he thinks Scott is crazy

"I don't even have any mint mojito--"

Stiles checks the inner breast pocket of his blazer and finds, much to his and your surprise, that there is a single piece of folded-up mint mojito gum, just as Scott sensed.

Scott turns to you " and you smell like fresh vannila and coffe it's nice how do smile like that ?"stiles try to sniff your hair but you slap his hands away he let out small ouch .

" back off mister " you start to walk ahead .

Scott raises both of his arms to the side as if to say, "I told you so."

"So all this started with the bite?"

Stiles seems to find this intriguing, while Scott, ever the nurse's son, is concerned that something is wrong with him

"What if it's like an infection? Like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

you turn to see stiles gets a small smirk on his face before trying to make himself look as serious as possible, which Scott, who is walking in front of him, doesn't catch " You know what? I actually think I've heard of this-- it's a specific kind of infection."

"Are you serious?" Scott ask afraid.

" Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy."

" really Stiles?" you close your eyes

Scott, still not realizing that Stiles is messing with him, starts to panic

"What's that? Is that bad?,y/n ???"Scott look at you with troubled face .

"Oh, yeah, it's the worst. But only once a month."Stiles still continue his act .

" no Scott he is messing with you , you're fine " you pich Stiles arm " stop scaring him "

" Once a month?" ever the confused Scott ask

" Mm-hmm. On the night of the full moon. Aroooo!"

Stiles fake-howls like a wolf, and Scott, annoyed, shoves him away, causing Stiles to giggle in amusement

" Hey, you guys are the one who heard a wolf howling!" Stiles state

Scott stops walking and look" No, I-I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler..."

" Maybe the killer moved the body?" Scott and Stiles look around as you walk towards the place where you saw the body .

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are, like, eighty bucks."

" ahem guys " you call as you turn to them and they stop searching and look at you " the bodie gone someone must have moved it "

"What are you doing here?" a voice from behind you ask making let out a gasp before turning to the voice

a man in his early twenties with pale skin, black hair, a black leather jacket, and a scowl appears in front of them

he is towering over you and you take a step when no one answer he narrow his eyes at you.

Scott and Stiles, both of whom are visibly panicking as you are infornt of the stranger and they at safe distance when no one responded the man's tone gets even gruffer

" Huh? This is private property." he look back at Scott and Stiles before glancing at you . slowly Scott and Stiles come closer to you

" Uh, we're sorry, , we didn't know." you said and start to step back slowly he seems to be amused by this

his attention is shift on Scott, who picks up where you left off to try to relieve the tension and stiles pull you by your wrist when you reach them

"Yeah, we were just looking for something, but..."

Scott was about to continue until Derek glares at him, after which point Scott loses his nerve and drops the subject

" his inhaler we lost it , it's expensive" you continue he glare at you now " but we can buy a new one right ?" you turn to look at them as they now stand either side of you and they node

Suddenly, Derek tosses Scott's inhaler at him before turning and heading back the way he came without a word, giving Scott and you one last look and seemingly paying Stiles no attention whatsoever. Scott sighs and gets ready to turn back the opposite direction

" Um... All right, come on, I gotta get to work."

Before Scott can move, Stiles holds him his hand to physically stop him from walking away

" Dude, that was Derek Hale! "

When Scott looks at Stiles blankly, Stiles' expression becomes incredulous

your eyes widen at this " wow he is back in town now "

Scott glance at you " you know him ?"

"no but his family died in fire ten years ago I wonder why he is back though nothing good come out of it " Stiles state

" hey be nice he lost all his family " you glance back at where he gone before you all walk away .

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