#Scott McCall fluff

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Jealousy Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Scott McCall x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

Characters: Scott, Y/N, Stiles

Description: Y/N and Scott broke up a while ago, but when Scott gets together with Allison, old feelings stir up again, and Y/N becomes jealous.

You had no right to be jealous. You and Scott were completely over —you even ended it—but you hadn't expected him to move on so soon. There he was, once again, walking hand in hand with Allison down the school hallways without a care in the world. A pang of sadness soared through your body as you saw how happy he was; it made you long for those times he was happy with you, for the way he looked at Allison, completely loved up. Each time you see them together, it makes you regret the decision to break up with him a few months ago. You were completely falling for him, and it scared you so much that you pushed him away, and it left you alone, miserable, and jealous. At that moment, you decided to act on your feelings to get him back with a determination that surprised even yourself.

You walked past Scott, and he looked over at you with what seemed like longing. He gave you a small smile, which you reciprocated before heading towards Stiles's locker; he would be the one to help you with your plan. You rounded the corner and spotted him at his locker, getting annoyed with how many books he had crammed inside. "God dammit!" The books spilt all over the floor as he finally managed to place all of his books inside. "Y'know, Stiles, it may help if you kept some of these books in the Jeep instead of cramming them inside here." He closed the locker door and narrowed his eyes at you before bending down to pick them up. "Haha, never thought of that smartass. The school won't let me keep them in the Jeep; something about the stench of dog or something lingering on the pages when I bring them back. I don't have the faintest idea of what they're talking about."

You chuckled. "Yeah, sure you don't. I wonder if it has anything to do with your best friend being a werewolf?" You raised an eyebrow at him, and he shot you a dirty glance as he got up from the floor. "Is there anything particular you wanted, or did you just come here to revel in my misery?" You opened up his locker again as you had memorised his combination and began stacking the books in an orderly and organised fashion. "Well, truthfully, I need your help with something." "Yeah? And what would that be? You never ask me for help."

A slight blush crept onto your cheeks as you took another pile of books. "It has to do with Scott, actually. You're his best friend, and I figured you were my best bet to help me with my little problem." You took the last of the books as Stiles leaned against the other lockers, arms across his chest. "Oh? And what problem would that be?" Closing the locker, a sheepish expression crept onto your features. "I'm in love with Scott. I have always been and need a plan to get him back. Truthfully, I'm jealous of his relationship with Allison. Still, it won't be too hard to pry him away from her; I have a feeling that Scott loves me, too. The little glances he takes when he thinks I'm not looking, he's not very inconspicuous with how he acts." Stiles stays silent for a moment until his eyes light up. "I have the perfect idea. He's really not going to like it when he sees his best friend with his ex-girlfriend, is he? That's really gonna get his blood boiling."

You and Stiles walked hand in hand down the corridor that just happened to be where Scott was residing. He stared at you both with his mouth wide open, completely shocked. You stopped at the toilets opposite where Scott was standing and pulled Stiles down for a kiss, running your hands up and down his back as his fingers tangled in your hair. You both broke free and glanced at Scott, who was staring daggers into Stiles, his chest heaving with anger. You chuckled as you knew your plan was working; you were breaking him. Stiles slung his arm across your shoulders, walked down the rest of the corridor, and rounded the corner.

"Do you think it worked?" Stiles took his arm from around your shoulders and crossed his arms. "Yeah, definitely, he was pissed." Just as he finished his sentence, a fist collided with his face and knocked him to the floor. You looked over, and Scott was seething with anger. He went to jump on top of him, but you got in the way just in time. "Move, Y/N. I don't wanna hurt you." He was staring past you at Stiles, who was slowly getting to his feet and sporting a bloody nose. "No. What was that for?! You can't just go around hitting people, especially not your best friend!" You knew perfectly well why he did what he did; it was all part of your plan. "My best friend, supposedly, kissing you. That's what that was for." "Hey, man. You're broken up. We haven't broken any rules." Scott lunged at Stiles again, but you stood firmly in the way, grabbing Scott by the arm and dragging him to a nearby empty classroom. "We'll be back in just a minute."

You pushed Scott inside and closed the door, locking it. "Just what in the hell do you think you were doing? You can't go around hitting people!" Scott stared at you with both frustration and lust, clearly battling with himself at what to do. Without any words, he stalked up to you, and your lips clashed as he backed you up against the door. Both battled for dominance, but Scott won, biting your bottom lip to gain entrance. He kicked your legs apart and placed his leg in between to keep you firmly pressed against the door. Unable to move, he broke the kiss and stared deep into your eyes, his fingers softly caressing your cheeks. "You have no idea how much I've missed you. Being with Allison just isn't the same as being with you, and seeing you with Stiles awoke something in me. I needed you back; I needed you to be mine again. I know you broke it off because you were scared and you weren't ready, but I'll wait for you, Y/N. It's always been you."

Your heart melted at the loving confession Scott just made. It made you fall deeper for him if that was even possible. Slinging your arms around his neck, you pecked his lips sweetly. "Truthfully, Scott. I regretted breaking it off the first time I saw you with Allison. I became jealous, and I needed to have you back. I guess jealousy makes the heart grow fonder. Stiles helped me with that; that's what you've seen before."

He stepped back from you, gently grabbing your hand and kissing it. "Y'know, you could've just told me how you felt. I love you, Y/N." You looked into his eyes, took a deep breath, and said the three words he never thought he'd hear from you. "I love you, Scott." He smiled widely and brought you in for another soft and sweet kiss before you both headed out of the classroom where Stiles was waiting, practically bouncing on his feet with giddiness. "So? Are we back on?" You and Scott looked at each other, then Stiles, and nodded. "Yes! Finally!" Stiles fist pumped in the air, and you chuckled at his antics before heading out of the school doors to head home.

Your plan had worked, and you were finally back together. Although you did feel guilty about Allison, you couldn't help how you felt about Scott. He was your true love, and you weren't letting him go again.

Tags: @bxoken-heartss @hellomyweirdos @redcoatgirl

[its-an-obsession]

And They Were Twins

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Anonymous Request: Hi! Could you do an angsty, kinda Twin! Reader x brother best friend! Stiles? Where Scott’s not been a great brother and is never there for her, and Stiles notices and confronts him. (I swear I don’t want Scott to be evil; I just had a lightbulb moment today).

Summary: Being twins has its ups and downs. For you, it mainly consists of multiple 'downs'. You and Scott, your twin, were always close growing up, but since starting high school, he changed. He began not supporting you, not attending your track meets, and just overall not being there for you. Your best friend, Stiles, takes notice of it and doesn't hesitate to confront Scott, his other best friend.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

You're a part of Beacon Hills' track team ;)

Warnings: slight language

Stiles Stilinski x-reader

(Third Person View)

Y/N stood in front of the mirror, putting her hair away from her face. She had exactly one hour until she had to leave for her track meet. Y/N overslept a bit but managed to wake up before her mom got mad at her. Y/N adjusted the strap of her tank top. Her mom lightly knocked on her door.

"Yeah?" Y/N grabbed the maroon headband from her vanity. Melissa, Y/N and Scott's mother, opened the door. "Hey, ready for the meet?" she asked. Y/N nodded and pulled out a few strands of hair, so it framed her face. Melissa leaned against the frame of the door with her arms crossed.

She smiled at her daughter, admiring as Y/N quickly applied some makeup, not that she needed it. Y/N looked up at her mother and noticed her expression. "What?" she said. Melissa sighed and stood up straight. "Scott isn't able to make it to your meet," she said. Y/N's shoulders dropped at the news.

That would've been the fourth meet that Scott has missed. It seemed as of lately that he was never at her events. Like, when she had a choir concert her freshmen year, Scott never showed up. Or, when she won an award at a school program, Scott wasn't there.

Now, it was their senior year, and Scott continued. Stiles was really the only one who noticed, but Y/N insisted that it was fine, stating that she was used to it at this point. It didn't matter that she and Scott were the same age, Y/N looked up to Scott in a way.

But now, she was beginning to question if she should be looking up to him. "Oh," was all Y/N had to say. "I'm sorry," her mother said. Y/N smiled softly and went back to getting herself ready. Melissa kissed her daughter on the forehead.

Y/N's phone vibrated from beside her. Stiles' silly face popped up on the screen, telling Y/N that he messaged her:

Billinski: Hey! Good luck today. Me and my dad are on our way.

Y/N: Great!

Billinski: Is Scott coming?

Y/N: No

Bilinski: Y/N/N, that's like the fifth time.

Y/N: Fourth time

Bilinski: Doesn't matter

Bilinski: We'll see you there tho!

She smiled at his messages and put her phone down, getting up from her vanity. Y/N grabbed her bag, dropping an extra pair of clothes and some other things she thought she might need. Her mother was waiting in the living room, playing some random game on her phone.

"Ready," Y/N said, slipping on her sneakers. Melissa grabbed her purse, and the two of them set off to the rival school. Y/N sat in the passenger seat, wishing that Scott was sitting in the back, but part of her knew that would never happen.

It didn't take long till they pulled into the parking lot. Y/N got out first, telling her mom that she'd see her later. Y/N joined her friends on the side where their coach waited patiently. Sally and Becca, Y/N's teammates, high-fived Y/N as they walked over.

Their coach gave them his normal pep talk, reminding them who was doing each event. Y/N was happy that she was doing hurdles and distance medley, two things she was good at. A few minutes passed and it was time for the meet to start.

Y/N stood in her spot. Her friends stood on either side of her. She spotted her mom, Stiles, Mr. Stilinski, and Lydia in the stands. Stiles gave Y/N a thumbs up while Lydia screamed Y/N's name. Y/N smiled and turned her head to the man on the side.

He raised his hand, and the race started, beginning with the distance medley. Y/N started off slow before gaining enough speed to run past her opponents. She breathed in and out, controlling her breathing when she began to feel her legs ache. The end of the medley came, landing her in tenth place.

She rested her hands on her hips, catching her breath. Her family and friends cheered her on from the stands. Sally, Becca, and Y/N exchanged a fist bump before turning their attention to the other events. Next came the hurdles, Y/N's second and last event of the meet.

Y/N took a quick sip of her water before joining the other girls. She let out a heavy sigh, positioning herself like she always did. Then the whistle blew, and everyone was off. She jumped over each hurdle, careful not to brush the top. Y/N thought she was careful enough, but her foot collided with the top of the hurdle.

She stumbled forward, her arms meeting the track before the hurdle fell on her leg. The cheering of the crowd paused, along with everyone who was running the event. Y/N winced, trying to get the hurdle off her leg. Her coach and the nurse ran over to where Y/N sat.

The nurse set a hand on Y/N's shoulder, looking at her ankle. "Okay, honey, let's get you up," the nurse said. Y/N winced when she was lifted from the ground with the help of the nurse and her coach. Melissa didn't hesitate to run down the bleachers with the others following.

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(Later At The Hospital. Third Person View)

Y/N laid on the hospital bed, her leg elevated. She hadn't realized how hard she hit her foot and leg on the hurdle, mainly focusing on how it felt to have everyone's eyes on her once she fell. Stiles and Lydia hadn't left Y/N's side since they arrived at the hospital.

Her mother was out speaking with the doctor. Thankfully, it didn't appear that Y/N had been severely injured, but it still landed her with a low chance of participating in another track meet or practice.

"How're you feeling?" Lydia asked.

Y/N sighed and shrugged her shoulders. Stiles walked into the room with some snacks in hand. "Okay, the cafeteria didn't have many options, but I got the ones that I think you'd like," he said.

Stiles dropped the snacks at the table and passed a bag to Y/N. She chuckled, opening the bag of chips. "Any news?" he asked. "Not yet. Mrs. McCall is out speaking with the doctor," Lydia answered. Stiles nodded and sat on the bed, making sure he didn't sit on Y/N's foot.

They sat in silence for a bit, listening to the TV in the background. Lydia had put on a terrible Soap Drama but insisted that it was worth the watch. "Have you heard from Scott?" Lydia asked. Y/N sighed again, shaking her head in response. Lydia nodded and didn't say anything, knowing that it wouldn't do well.

Of course, Scott hadn't responded to Y/N's calls or messages. Melissa was pissed, to say the least, even leaving her son different messages and phone calls. Y/N couldn't help but notice Stiles' demeanor change when she answered with just a nod.

He let out a long sigh and threw the half-eaten chip bag into the trash. Stiles grabbed his sweatshirt from the chair, taking out his keys and phone. "Stiles, where are you going?" Lydia asked him. "I'll be back," he said.

"Stiles," Y/N spoke. He looked over his shoulder at Y/N, his face softening at the sight of her expression. He walked over and lightly kissed her forehead. "I'll be right back. I just gotta deal with something real quick," he said. And then he left, confusing both Y/N and Lydia. Lydia shrugged her shoulders and leaned back in the chair.

Meanwhile, Stiles had surprisingly found Y/N's brother. He didn't know what he was going to say to Scott, but he knew what he was feeling, which was frustration. Stiles got out of his Jeep and walked over to the Lacrosse field.

There Scott stood, practicing with Isaac on the other side of the field. "Scott!" Stiles shouted. They stopped what they were doing to turn their attention to Stiles. Scott's brows furrowed with arms swaying from side to side, a hand still holding his Lacrosse Stick.

"I need to talk to you," Stiles said.

Scott looked at Isaac and then back to Stiles, whose brows were raised. "Can't it wait?" Scott remarked. "No," Stiles shook his head. Isaac left the two of them, making his way over to the locker room. It was silent for a second before Stiles broke that pause.

"What the hell is your problem?"

Scott turned to Stiles, his brows now furrowed. He dropped the Lacrosse stick to cross his arms. "You have no idea what you're doing, do you?" Stiles continued. Scott never responded. His arms crossed and brows furrowed said it all.

"Why aren't you ever there for Y/N?" Stiles said, "She does everything for you, yet you do nothing. Like, you missed her track meet for the fourth time. And, now, she's in the hospital. And, you would be there if you had known that."

Scott's face changed suddenly. Since starting high school, as usual with most teenagers, Scott's life changed but more unique than others. With everything that happened to him, Scott never realized how much of an impact it had on the people around him. And now, his twin sister was in the hospital.

Instead of him being in his own world, he'd actually be there for Y/N. Stiles watched as Scott thought to himself. "You're not even gonna say anything? I guess everything that I've said hasn't even made its way into your thick skull," Stiles remarked. Stiles left Scott on the field alone. He got back into his Jeep and headed to the hospital.

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(Later)

"Good news, Ms. McCall," Doctor Williams said, standing beside the bed. Melissa held her daughter's hand as they listened to the doctor's update. "There doesn't appear to be anything severe. I would keep an eye out on it, it'll swell, but that should go down in a couple weeks," he said, "In the meantime, try to keep less pressure on it."

Dr. Williams explained a bit, stating that there would be a few bruises. Y/N smiled and sighed in relief. It would be a bit before she can join her track friends. Melissa left the room to sign out and get any medication that Y/N might need.

Scott walked down the hallway in his own thoughts. He felt guilty for not knowing about his sister's position. Scott lightly knocked on the door after finding out what room Y/N was in. She turned away from the conversation with Lydia and Stiles.

Her twin brother cleared his throat, hands stuffed in the pockets of his jacket. Stiles looked at Scott, a small smile appearing on his face when he knew that he had gotten through to Scott. He patted Scott on the shoulder as he left the room with Lydia behind him.

"Hey," Scott spoke softly. His sister sat up so Scott had more room to sit. He cleared his throat and broke the awkward pause. "I'm sorry, I don't know if it's too late," Scott said, "But I'm sorry for not being there."

He played with the frayed edge of his jacket. "I've been a complete asshole, and I know that," Scott said, "I guess... ever since I was bitten, everything around me changed. And that doesn't excuse what I've done to you and our friends, especially you."

Y/N softly smiled at her brother's apology. "And I promise that I'm going to be better, Y/N/N. I'm sorry, I really am," Scott finished. She set a hand on his shoulder.

Her action let Scott know that she accepted his apology. He was surprised that she even accepted it, but he was glad. She leaned over and hugged him. Scott sighed, hugging his sister tightly. "I love you, Y/N/N," Scott said. "Love you too," Y/N smiled.

[fandomnsfw]

Teddy Bear’s and Alpha Daddy’s - Scott McCall x Reader (Part 2/2)

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Warnings: Nothing just FLUFF and pack cuddles. And DerBear is a softy!

Enjoy!!

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You were seething. Her hand brushed over his arm as she laughed at something he said. Becca was the year bellow you and Scott and currently despite knowing he’s taken, she’s flirting up a storm. You felt your claws extend as your body started shaking violently.

“Shit what are you doing put your eyes away!” Stiles face came into view as if trying to block your view.

“Look at her.” You growled as you took a deep breath closing your eyes to get control.

“Oh I see now. Yeah I understand that one. Yesterday I went grocery shopping with Der and the check out girl literally had the nerve to give her number to him in front of me! I swear he’s too hot to be in public.” Stiles huffed in annoyance.

You looked over to Scott and she was pressing her chest to his upper arm as she clung to it. You didn’t care that Scott looked uncomfortable because he was still letting out happen.

“I’m gonna rip her throat out with my teeth!” You growled as she tried to go for her getting the attention of Scott.

Stiles grabbed you so fast you would’ve probably been shocked if it weren’t for the violent anger you were currently feeling. You felt two people grab you from behind dragging you off quickly.

“Let me go!” You screamed as they dragged you into the boys lockers room.

“Y/N calm down!” You heard Lydia shout from the door. Your eyes snapped to hers with a snarl as you threw off both people holding you.

As you were about to get out you ran into a solid chest that quickly spun you back into the locker room. You were about to launch again but his voice snapped you out of it instantly.

“Kneel!” You felt to the floor instantly, kneeling with you eyes to the ground. Oh no, you were in trouble.

“S-She was touching you…” You whimpered, looking up at him through your lashes. You could feel yourself slipping into little space. This was bad.

“Baby girl we’ve been over this. You can’t just lose it in the middle of school. Now look, you’ve switched I can smell it.” He signed as he started crouching to look you in the eyes.

“I-I’m sorry Da-” You quickly looked around the room and realised all eyes were on you.

“I-I wanna go home.” You gasped as you tried to avoid your pack mates eyes.

“Baby you’ve got a test later, you can’t.” Scott sighed sympathetically as he scooped you into his arms.

“What’s wrong with her?” You heard Liam ask, the question made you tense in Scott’s arms he must’ve felt because he looked away from you. Scott’s eyes let’s Liam’s flashing red in a warning before Stiles started speaking.

“Nothing wrong with her!” He snapped angrily before he approached you and Scott.

“Hey Princess, can you do me a favour?” Stiles asked softly as he bent down in front of you.

“W-What?” You stuttered as you moved out head away from Scott’s chest to look at Stiles.

“Can you go with Lydia to my car to get me a lollipop? If you want you can get one while your there?” He spoke sweetly his smile making you cheer up instantly.

“R-Really?” You giggled wiping your eyes.

“Yep come on sweetie let’s go see what flavours they have!” Lydia caught on quickly, reaching out to you with her hand. You happily took it as she took Stiles keys and lead you out of the locker room.

Scott stood up and brushed himself off before crossing his arms, taking his alpha stance. Everyone straightened up and waited for him to talk.

“She’s a little. I haven’t got time to sit and tell you everything that it entails but I’m gonna have Stiles print off information, rules and schedules. All I can say right now is sometimes she is like a child and needs more care. As her pack that shouldn’t be hard for you to adjust to. If anyone has a problem with it once they’ve read everything then you can leave the pack.” Scott informed them with a serious face, everyone was shocked. Scott had never told anyone they could leave no matter the situation.

“I know what it is an I have no problems. I’ll explain it to Liam later at lunch.” Mason smiled softly earning a smile from Scott.

“I’m gonna take a guess and say Lydia probably knows considering she reads too much for her own good.” Stiles snorted with a smiles before turning to Malia.

“You good Malia?” Stiles asked when she just stared at the floor with wide eyes.

“What was she gonna call you?” Malia suddenly asked and a smirk took over her entire face.

Mason and Stiles started laughing as soon the question was out her mouth. Scott closed his eyes, tipping his head back with a blush spreading over his cheeks.

“Daddy.” He muttered before dropping his head to look at his pack mates.

“Kinky.” Malia laughed as she wiggled her brows earning a halfhearted glare from Scott.

After a few more questions Lydia walked back in with you in tow except now half your hair was in two tiny space buns, the rest of your hair was down. You also had a lollipop stick protruding out of your fleshly glossed lips.

“Don’t you look cute kitten.” Scott chuckled as you let go of Lydia’s hand and ran into Scott’s arms.

His arms were the safest place in the world to you. No matter what happens you know at the end of the day you’ll be fine as long as Scott will hold you. He was your home.

You showed him your lollipop with a grin, he chuckled and nodded his head with approval. He flicked one of your Space buns making you gasp with a glare directed at him.

“Daddy don’t do that! Lydia did them perfect!” You huffed angrily before running back to Lydia. She gave Scott a playful scolding look as she cuddled you.

After Lydia fixed your hair and you finished your lollipop Scott picked you up in his arms before sitting down in a bench with you in his lap. He stared into your eyes with so much love it made you blush.

“Right come on baby girl, Daddy needs you to come out of little space for now. I promise as soon as schools over, we’ll go to your house pick up all your little stuff and spend the night at the pack house and you can be in little space for as long as you want. Okay?” He muttered softly you gave him a pout but figured it was probably for the best.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful and thankfully no one even registered what had happened earlier in the day. Scott promised he’d stay away from Becca since it clearly bothered you a lot.

The pack was currently split between three vehicle’s; Stiles’ jeep, Lydia’s Prius and Scott’s bike. You were sat on the back of Scott’s bike as he drove ahead to grab the things from your place. Lydia followed the bike whilst Stiles went straight to the pack house.

You arrived at your house with Lydia, Scott and Malia followed. You were yet to slip into little space mostly because without it being triggered you felt nervous too in front of Lydia and Malia. Lydia had been nice to you but you were still unsure whether Malia would be as calm about it.

“Right let’s pick out a few things since it’s Friday today, we can all stay at the pack house all weekend. Come on Princess show me the wardrobe!” Lydia giggled as she dragged you to your room Malia awkwardly following.

“Baby I’m gonna get your other stuff together let me know when you’re done.” Scott called as you heard him scuttling around the house finding things to take. You assumed it was probably your pacifier and your sippy cups maybe a few other bits.

You easily slipped into little space without even realising since everyone made it so smooth and natural. You felt happy that everyone was being calm, it made you less anxious.

“Let’s see…Ooo cute where did you get this?” Lydia asked excitedly as she picked up your pink overall dress.

“I don’t know D-Daddy got it for me.” You muttered shyly but Lydia didn’t make a big deal if anything she looked impressed.

“He has better taste than Stiles that’s for sure.” She snorted before turning both began picking more things to take.

You change in your cream T-shirt, your dusky pink overall dress and a pair or khaki green sneakers. You also threw on your fluffy teddy bear jacket just so you wouldn’t be too cold on the bike. It wasn’t exactly cold where you were but as you’d experienced when on a bike it can get cool you down pretty fast.

If you were human wearing a dress on a bike would be quite dangerous incase you fell off but even then Scott is a good rider and you’d probably trust him anyway. You packed your colouring pencils and colouring book, along with your favourite stuffie and your blanket.

You followed Lydia out your room to see Scott already waiting with a new cream teddy bear backpack. You squeaked excitedly as you put it on with Scott’s help. You’d seen if a few weeks ago but as usually you never managed to save enough before it came off the rack.

“Daddy got it for you a few weeks ago when you did so well in your last test.” Scott exclaimed playfully cupping your cheeks gently as he bent down to place a small kiss on the end of your nose.

“Thank you so much! I love you Daddy!” You giggled happily before throwing your arms around him.

“I love you too baby girl.” He chuckled wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“Right let’s get going they’ve already ordered food and if we don’t get there soon out food will be gone to the savagers.” Lydia grumbled as she looked at her phone. She grabbed the bags and walked out the door with Malia quietly following.

Scott hopped on his bike before you followed suit it was a little awkward because your dress was denim but you made it work before gripping onto Scott’s leather jacket covered waist. He smelt like leather and motor oil and a slight scent of disinfectant either from work or his mom. It smelt like home.

You arrived at the pack house and hopped off the bike quickly before running into the house with a giddy scream. Derek must’ve heard you because his head popped around the door with a smile.

“DerBear!” You giggled running up and launching yourself at him.

“Little one! How are you today?” Derek asked with a soft chuckle as he picked you up with one arm carrying you to the kitchen as Scott, Lydia and Malia followed.

“I’m okay but there was a stupid girl who was all touchy touchy with MY Daddy! Can you believe it!?” You huffed grumpily as you remembered this mornings events.

“So what did you do?” Derek gasped playing along with you annoyance.

“I was gonna rip her throat out with my teeth! But butt head Liam and Malia stopped me!” You growled over at Liam before glaring at Malia who threw her arms up in defence.

“That’s my girl.” Derek grinned proudly as Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Think you’ll find this little angry wolf is mine Hale.” Scott growled playfully as he took you from Dereks arms with a possessive glare on his face.

“Silly Daddy everyone knows that.” You sighed with an eye roll.

“Oooh is that right kitten?” Scott huffed a smile taking over his face.

“Mhmm.” You giggled before placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Come let’s go pick a film before food gets here.” Scott laughed before picking you up and carrying you out the kitchen to the front room.

Everyone was so normal and quiet as dinner went by. Despite the fact that Scott would occasionally wipe your face or call you a good girl for eating vegetables you didn’t overly like.

By the end of the film everyone was some how on the big ‘u’ shaped couch. Cory was sat on Mason’s lap on the left edge, Malia and Lydia were sat in the corner together under a blanket, you and Scott were sat in the middle of the ‘u’ cuddled up under your favourite blanket, Derek had Stiles on his lap tucked under his arm in the other corner and Liam and Hayden were cuddling at the other edge.

It was moments like this that made you love everything you had even more. You glanced up at Scott with a tired smile. He caught your eyes and gave you the sweetest smile. You reached up, placing a soft kiss on his lips before pulling back.

“I love you Daddy.” You whispered so quietly if Scott didn’t have wolf hearing you of doubted he heard it

“I love you too Princess, so much.” He chuckled squeezing your body tighter to his as if to prove it somehow.

“I’m so lucky to have you and this family.” You muttered, tears springing to your eyes.

“We’re just as lucky to have you baby girl.” Scott whispered lovingly, his hand caressing your face. You hoped the rest of your life could be spent like this. In Scott’s arms, the pack curling up around you and being able to slip whenever, because you know that your pack has your back.

Part 1 <;-

[fanfic-wonderland]

NOTHING CHANGES ANYTHING {TEEN WOLF}

Synopsis: Penny Brooke is an ordinary sixteen-year-old girl; with an ordinary family, ordinary friends, and a plain old ordinary life. Nothing unusual seems to happen until her all-time crush and best friend, Scott McCall, gets bitten by a werewolf. From that moment on, Penny and her friends find themselves living through dangerous events happening at Beacon Hills, and all of their lives turn upside down...

**This is a rewriting of my old Teen Wolf fanfic of the same name.**

Word count: 2.2k

Ch.1 | Ch.2

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CHAPTER TWO: THE NEW GIRL

The next morning, when I arrived at school, I spotted Stiles sitting down on a bench outside, his eyes glued to his phone screen. "Hey." Setting my backpack aside, I sat down next to him.

"Hello, Penny," he said without looking up. "How are you on this fine morning?"

"Oh, I'm great. The morning air really hits the spot, you know?" I said sarcastically. "How did your little 'investigation' go last night?"

He gave a small shrug. "Oh, well, you know, it could've gone better, I guess. We didn't find anything too interesting."

"So, no body, then?”

“No body, unfor—” Stiles looked up this time with wide eyes. "Wait, how do you—”

“Scott told me.”

“Goddammit,” He groaned. "No wonder he was being so lame last night. 'Stiles, this is dangerous, maybe we should go back’, 'Stiles, I need a good night’s sleep for tomorrow's lacrosse practice’, 'Stiles, I'm severely asthmatic—”

“Well, maybe you should learn a thing or two from him,” I cut him off, punching him in the arm. He winced in pain. "Who in their right mind thinks 'I'm going to find a dead body today’ and then actually drives up to the crime scene? Do you know how risky that is?”

“Okay, jeez!” Stiles was still rubbing the spot where I had hit him. "It’s not like any of us died, anyway. All Scott did was get bit by something.”

My mouth fell open at his words. "What? Wha- what do you mean he got bitten by something, what could've possibly bitten him?"

He shrugged. "Beats me. He told me this morning. Didn't he tell you?"

“No.” I ran a hand through my hair. That little shit didn't tell me anything.

But, before any of us could say anything else, Scott suddenly appeared by my side. "Hey, guys."

"Hey," I said while standing up, Stiles doing the same. "Glad to see you’re alive and fully well.”

He rolled his eyes once he noticed the sarcasm in my words. "Stiles told you, didn't he?”

“Yup.”

"Well, I thought you had told her already.” Stiles said defensively.

Scott looked at me directly. "I didn't want to worry you.”

"Oh, please," I scoffed, ignoring the mess of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "You just didn't want to admit that I was right about this entire thing.”

"That as well." He admitted with a nod.

“So,” Stiles said, prolonging the vowel while burying his hands in his jacket pockets. "Let’s see it.”

Scott didn't say anything else. He looked around, and when he made sure that no one was paying attention to us, he slowly lifted his shirt up, revealing a piece of gauze taped on the right side of his abdomen, just above his waistline. The gauze was white but you barely noticed with the blood that had seeped through it.

"Whoa,”

“Oh my God,”

My eyes widened as I looked back up at Scott. ''How did that even happen?''

''Well, Stiles left me behind at one point—" I glared at Stiles and he stared at me before smiling innocently. “—And while I was looking for him, well, something appeared out of nowhere and... I got this,'' He finished his explanation. "It looked like some sort of wolf, and then after it fled, I heard it howling."

Stiles huffed. "Doubt it. There haven't been wolves around Beacon Hills for like sixty years, why would they be back now?”

“Regardless, of what bit you, it looks pretty bad,” I said, still staring at the wound and not at all staring at the exposed part of his abs. "And besides, it was all in vain, so I hope you’re happy.”

Scott suddenly smirked. "Actually it wasn't,” When Stiles and I stared confusedly at each other, he said, "Before that thing attacked me, I found the body.”

Stiles and I gasped in synchronization, while also taking a step forward at the same time. "How?”

"When I was looking for my inhaler,” Scott answered. "It was… terrifying finding it, to say the least.”

"Dude, this is great!" Stiles exclaimed. I gave him a puzzled look. "You found it before anyone, now we can go and tell my dad about— Oh my God.”

Scott and I followed Stiles’ gaze, only to find a redheaded girl wearing red lipstick and a very expensive-looking dress as she walked gracefully in the school’s direction. "Hey, Lydia, you look—” Stiles greeted her but Lydia walked past him without even acknowledging his presence. "—like you’re about to ignore me… as always.”

Scott patted his shoulder. "You’ll get over her.”

“Sure, It’s not like I’ve been in love with her since third grade.” Stiles said sarcastically. "You know what? I blame the both of you for her ignoring me. Scott’s dragging me down to his nerd depths and Penny can be a pain in the ass with her know-it-all attitude.”

"Okay, and what are you, then?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow and folding my arms over my chest.

“I'm obviously awesome.”

***

''As you all know," Our English teacher began while writing something on the chalkboard. "there indeed was a body found in the woods last night.”

I caught sight of Scott and Stiles exchanging proud looks with each other and rolled my eyes, turning back to the incomplete doodle in my notebook.

"And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened.” He finished writing. 'KAFKA’S METAMORPHOSIS’ read on the board. "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—” everyone in the classroom groaned. "—which is on your desk outlining this semester.”

As I glanced through the papers on my desk, I began to wonder if Scott and Stiles were dumb enough to go and talk to the suspect, and laughed quietly at the ridiculous thought. Quickly after that, I glanced up at Scott but my smile vanished as soon as I saw him. He looked alarmed, looking around as if something was happening, something that no one else was noticing. When he caught my eye, I mouthed, 'You okay?’

It took him a few seconds to react but eventually he nodded. Unconvinced, I decided to just ask him about it later.

The class went on like normal, with our teacher talking about things that most of the students didn't even care about. Some had already fallen asleep, others were doing retouches on their makeup, and a few were actually paying attention and taking notes. The back of Stiles’ head was slightly swaying back and forth, which let me know that he was about to fall asleep at any moment. But he jumped wide awake when the classroom door suddenly opened and a girl that I had never seen before walked in.

“Ah, you must be our new student.” the teacher stopped his lecture once he saw her. "Okay, everyone, this is Allison Argent and she will be joining us from now on, so please make her feel welcome. Allison, you may take a seat.”

With an awkward smile, Allison walked toward the only empty seat, which happened to be right behind Scott. As the teacher resumed with his class, I watched her getting some stuff out of her bag through the corner of my eye. As she kept searching inside it, Scott turned around and handed her a pen, to which she smiled and muttered a small, ''Thanks''.

Confusion and jealousy flowed through me, and I felt like someone had punched me in the gut once I took a better look at how his facial expressions changed drastically. His smile was so enormous that the corners of his lips almost met his ears and there was an unusual glint in his eyes that I didn't think I had seen before.

Oh my God, I thought, trying to turn my attention back to the chalkboard but failing miserably. He likes her…

***

I entered the girls’ bathroom to wash my hands before heading to lunch. While I was checking myself in the mirror and making sure that I looked close to decent, I heard a toilet flush behind me, and Allison came out of one of the bathroom stalls. I couldn’t help but observe her through the mirror as she walked towards the sink next to mine and turned the faucet on, lowering my gaze before she could think that I was being creepy. We stood there in silence, the sound of the running water being the only sound filling it.

I could see the appeal. She was beautiful, with long wavy hair and skin that resembled that of Snow White’s. It didn't help that her outfit was cute as well. "How are you liking the school so far?” I blurted out before I could stop myself. I hadn't meant to start a conversation with her.

Allison turned to me and smiled. Her smile was pretty, too, and her teeth were basically perfect. "It’s good so far. People have been nice. I honestly thought it was going to be horrible.''

I nodded. "Well, It's understandable. Switching to a new school is a tough change."

"It’s the worst," she agreed. "But I’ve switched schools so many times already that I guess I’m used to it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Seconds later, she asked, "You take English with me, right? I remember you because you were talking to that weird kid sitting in front of you."

I smiled. "I do. And yes, he’s very weird but I honestly love him for that. Don’t tell him I said that, though."

She suddenly seemed worried. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know he was your boyfriend…"

I burst out laughing, maybe louder than I should have. Allison looked puzzled. "Boyfriend? No, he's not my boyfriend. God, no!"

"Oh," She let out a sigh of relief and chuckled. "Oh, okay. Sorry again, I didn't mean to assume."

"No, you’re good!” I assured her as we both exited the bathroom. "Stiles is one of my closest friends, nothing else. The day that Stiles and I date, well, I probably lost all my marbles.”

"Stiles?," she furrowed his eyebrows. "That's his name?"

"Well, that's his nickname," I clarified. "Not really sure where it came from, now that I think about it..."

"What's his real name, then?"

"Oh, well It's-" I couldn't finish the sentence because just then Scott appeared out of nowhere. ''Hey!''

''Hi.'' Allison and I said at the same time.

Both of them locked eyes instantly, probably even forgetting that I was there, too. He was almost drooling as she beamed at him, and it honestly made me want to punch both of them in the face. I cleared my throat and made my presence known, instead. ''Oh, um,'' Scott spoke up first, the two of them breaking eye contact. He turned to me with hopeful eyes. "So, I was just wondering if you minded me giving Allison a tour of the school? I mean, if she wants me to.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I forced myself to smile at him. "Of course not! Go ahead.”

I was hoping that Allison would decline his offer, but she looked way too happy to do that. "I’d like that,” She nodded then looked back at me. "I’ll see you later... uh..."

"Penny." I finished for her, still trying to keep a smile on my face.

She smiled back and then turned to Scott before joining his side. The two of them walked away, and Scott didn't even say goodbye to me.

I walked into the cafeteria feeling nauseous. Stiles was sitting by himself, carelessly devouring his food and not looking up even when I sat down in front of him. "Do you think Allison is pretty?”

He finally looked up, cheeks puffed out with food. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Who?”

“The new girl,” I reminded him and he let out an "Oh” sound. "Do you think she’s pretty?”

Stiles began to ponder before shrugging and continuing to chew. "Yeah, sure, she’s okay.”

“Scott seems to think she is —like, really pretty.”

"What do you mean?"

“Have you not noticed the way he’s been acting ever since she arrived?” I asked him. "It’s like there’s nobody else around him but her.”

Stiles let out a sarcastic laugh while taking another bite of his sandwich. "Bold of him to assume that a girl like her would ever like him back.”

"Oh,  she does,” I pointed out in a flat tone. "Believe me.”

He sighed, letting what was left of his sandwich fall back onto his tray. "Okay, so maybe he’s a little bit attracted to her—”

“Oh, I don’t think It’s just a little bit,” I shook my head. "I’m talking 'Stiles-has-a-crush-on-Lydia’ level, probably.”

He gaped at me. "Already?”

I nodded slowly, the mere thought of Scott and Allison together sending a horrible shiver down my spine.

“Jesus,” He muttered. I stared down at my lap, not even feeling like talking anymore. Stiles didn't either, for a few moments, and when he spoke his tone was a bit more serious. "Look, I know it sucks to see the person you like liking someone else, but I promise you, there comes a time when you barely feel anything anymore.”

I frowned. "... Thanks? Was that your way of comforting me?”

"Well, I tried,” He said. I let out a soft laugh. It was nice of him to try; I appreciated his effort. "But hey, I'm sure your nails look prettier than hers.”

I smiled genuinely. "Thank you!”

[sarcasm-and-stiles]

Stiles: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Scott: Wasn't Y/N with you?

Y/N: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

[redroses07]

Just Friends // Stiles Stilinski

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

WC:1.7k

Summary: Stiles is struggling after being controlled by the Nogitsune, and he turns to you for help. But little does he know, it will turn your friendship into so much more. Takes place after season 3. (Allison isn't dead!!!)

Warnings: Swearing, angsty as fuck, sad Stiles, kissing, implied smut if you squint?, PTSD.

A/N: HI GUYS!!! I really like this fic and ofc I hope y'all will too! This is my first time writing about Stiles and I think I did pretty well! As always, enjoy!! And comments and reblogs are appreciated. P.S. lmk if y'all want me to do a part 2 where they tell their friends (Scott's reaction hee hee) - Claire ♡

After Stiles was released from the control of the Nogitsune, things seemed to go back to normal. Well, at least that’s what one would think from the outside.

The series of events had taken a severe toll on Stiles’s mental health, and even though he did a good job of hiding it, you were the one person who seemed to know what he needed.

It all started about a week after everything happened, it was the middle of the night and you were jolted awake by the sound of your phone buzzing by your head.

You were about to hit decline but then you saw it was Stiles and feelings of worry began to stir within you.

You quickly answered, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you forced yourself awake.

"Stiles, is everything okay?"

"Yeah...well not really. I hate to ask, but do you think you could drive over to my house. I just really don't want to be alone right now." Stiles's voice was groggy, and laced with exhaustion. The fact alone that he was asking you this made you immediately agree.

You hopped out of bed, not bothering to change out of your pajamas, slipped on your slippers, and you were on your way.

Your house wasn't far from Stiles's, about a five minute drive with no traffic.

You lived directly in the middle of him and Scott, being only a short distance from each. The close proximity was the main reason the three of you had stayed so close throughout your school years.

"Friends", that's all you and Stiles had ever been. Although, neither of you could deny the chemistry between the two of you, risking your friendship never seemed worth it.

It was on this night that all that would begin to change.

When you arrived at Stiles's house, he had left the door unlocked for you so you wouldn't have to fumble around with the spare key in the dark.

You found Stiles laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He looked lost in thought, his eyes rimmed with dark circles. It hurt seeing him look so drastically different from the Stiles you knew, and you wanted to do whatever you could to help.

You laid down next to him, your body facing his.

"Hey..." Stiles began, still staring at the ceiling.

"Stiles, what's going on? You know you can trust me with anything right?"

"Yeah...It's just a lot to put into words." Stiles's voice cracked, which told you that he was fighting tears.

You sat up and stiles copied the movement. You were now both facing each other, sitting legs crossed on his bed. You pushed aside the unspoken vow between the two of you and placed his hands in yours. Stiles's breath hitched, and you could tell he was avoiding eye contact with you.

"Take all the time you need, I'll listen to every word." you said softly.

"I know everyone thinks I'm doing okay, but I can't even function. I can't sleep without having nightmares. I can't eat or do anything without remembering all the awful stuff he made me do. I didn't know who else to tell except you. Scott has his own set of issues, and you're the only person I trust like this."

Stiles began to ramble, and your heart broke as he did. How had you not noticed earlier? Yes, it had only been a week, but you knew Stiles better than anyone. You felt like an awful best friend.

"I'm so tired, I just want to feel normal again." He could no longer hold back the tears, the dam broke and Stiles became a sobbing mess.

You pulled him into your arms with no hesitation, which only made Stiles want to cry.

"No, no I'm going to get your clothes all wet." Stiles protested trying to pull away, but you wouldn't let him.

"A few tears never hurt anyone." You said.

At that Stiles let himself fall into you, his body going limp with exhaustion. You tried not to cry along with him, wiping your burning eyes to prevent the tears.

"It'll be okay." You whispered as Stiles's sobs turned into sniffles. He finally looked up, his cheeks wet from the tears that had escaped his puffy eyes.

You did the only thing you could think of and gave him two kisses, one peck on each cheek. Stiles lips turned up in a small smile, his cheeks still turning red despite his current state.

"I think the first thing we need to do is get you to bed." You smiled, pushing Stiles's messy hair back.

He looks at you and nods without moving from your arms. You lean back on his bed, pulling him with you. You positioned yourself to where Stiles was resting on top of your body, his head pressed to your chest. You kept your arms wrapped around him, squeezing his body in an attempt to comfort him.

As you were settling down you heard Stiles whisper your name softly.

"Yeah?"

"Promise you'll wake me up if I'm having a nightmare?"

"I promise." You replied as you reached down and laced your fingers with his.

Stiles gave you a half-hearted smile in response, his puffy eyes glazed over from fatigue.

"Thank you." Stiles murmured, fighting sleep.

"Shhh." Was your only response as you traced your fingers along his back.

"I love you." It was an incoherent whisper, so much that you couldn't be sure of his words. But something told you you had heard correctly.

By the time you went to reciprocate the statement, the room was filled with Stiles's muffled snores.

You sighed and proceeded to fall asleep yourself.

Stiles slept through the night for the first time in weeks.

After that the trajectory of your relationship began to shift.

From holding Stiles's hand to remind him that everything was okay when you were with your friends, to staying up all night listening to him talk.

You rarely got to sleep at home anymore, but you didn't mind. You weren't far if you needed something, and it helped Stiles get a good night's sleep. Yet he would still apologize every time. "I'm sorry to bother you again.", "I promise this is the last time.", when in reality you were definitely okay with an excuse to spend more time with him.

You had become his anchor to reality, and Stiles could feel things beginning to look up with every day that passed.

Your friends picked up on it too.

"So, are you and Stiles together, or..." Lydia and Allison asked when they managed to corner you at your locker one day. It was a question you didn't know how to answer. Eventually landing on, 'it's complicated.'

"What's going on with you and Stiles, I'm starting to feel like a third wheel when we're together." It was a joke, but there was certainly some truth behind it.

You laughed it off and changed the subject, but didn't forget the comment that night when you and Stiles laid in each other's arms drifting off to sleep.

Surprisingly, it wasn't you who finally brought it up, but Stiles.

It was a Friday night, and the two of you were at your house instead of his.

"Shit, I forgot clothes to change into." Stiles said as he fumbled through his backpack.

"It's all good, I have a spare pair of clothes in my drawer for you." You replied, pointing to the dresser.

Stiles smiled and laughed, holding eye contact with you for perhaps a moment too long.

"You take care of so much for me, sometimes I feel like you're my wife." It was a casual statement, but it put you at a loss for words.

You laughed awkwardly, failing to come up with a reply.

Stiles could very clearly read your emotions, he pushed the drawer shut and walked back over to sit next to you.

You tried to calm yourself, but your heart wouldn't stop beating at what felt like an unhealthy pace.

"You're my best friend..." Stiles began, taking your clammy hands in his.

"You've done so much for me in the past few weeks, just like a best friend should; but I can't help thinking that this feels like something more."

You felt as if the world stopped. You knew this conversation would come, but definitely not now. Your brain seemed to stop producing thoughts.

"Please tell me I'm not imagining all of this. I know this is a lot at once, but Y/N I love you." Stiles's voice shook from the overwhelming nerves.

"I love you too." You spoke for the first time in minutes, it felt amazing after you had heard it fall from his lips that first night you spent together.

Stiles's eyes gazed into yours, and suddenly the feeling of just your hands touching wasn't enough.

You reached over and grabbed Stiles face, finally closing the gap between the two of you.

You pulled Stiles down as you did, his body landing on top of you sinking into the kiss.

You tugged on his hair lightly, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible. Stiles fell deeper into the kiss, locking your hands together and pressing your body further into the soft mattress.

After a few minutes of pure bliss you broke apart. The air that filled your lungs was both a blessing and a curse. You needed to breathe, but the absence of his touch only made you want him more.

Stiles hovered over you, the sound of his heavy breathing was the only thing you could hear over your own beating heart.

"So I take it you're not just my best friend anymore?" Stiles giggled, pressing his forehead gently against yours.

"Nope."

You gave a sly smile before pulling Stiles down by his shirt and connecting your lips once more.

[s0urw00lf]

Protectors: wolf’s bane

A Derek hale x reader story

Summary: y/n, Derek and stiles were tasked with finding out who it was that sent Allison the message that night in the school.

“Faster?” She asked checking her rearview mirror

"Much faster" Stiles replied looking out the back window at some hunter who was hot tailing them in Derek's car.

Y/n switched gears and pressed down a little bit more on the gas, "and he said id never step foot in the drivers seat" y/n muttered to herself.

"Y/n im not sure you're quite grasping the concept of a car chase" stiles said looking back.

"If she goes any faster it'll kill us" Scott said from the back, as y/n looked through her rearview mirror

"well if she doesn't they're gonna kill us" stiles argued back. He had a point so y/n pressed down harder on the gas's pedal.

Stiles kept looking back "hey they're gone" he said, making y/n check her mirrors again and she slowed down a little bit.

Stiles bought out a radio that y/n guessed belonged to his father. 'All units, suspect is in foot heading into the ironworks' the sheriff said. Y/n sighed speeding back up, quickly arriving at the location, stopping when she saw Derek crouching behind a machine. 'Get in' stiles said opening the door and hopping in the back. Someone from above them began firing shots at them and y/n was quick to pull off before he could even close the door.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott scolded from the backseat.

"Damnit i had him" Derek said ignoring Scott's comment.

"Who the alpha?" Stiles asked. "Yes! He was right in front of me but then the friggin police showed up" Derek said aggrieved.

"Woah, hey they're just doing their jobs" stiles was quick to defend and Derek practically glared him back into his seat

"yeah thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!" Derek said now glaring at Scott.

"Can we seriously get passed that? i made a dumb ass mistake, i get it but y/n didn't say anything" Scott whined.

"Hey i was in the middle of keeping you two plus the three additions alive while trying not to think about my boyfriend who was lying dead in the school parking lot. So excuse me for not being all that rational" y/n said defensively

"alright!" Stiles shouted from the back to shut everyone up.

"How did you find him?" Stiles asked.

Derek looked between Scott and stiles and shook his head brushing off the question. "Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott asked

"yeah both of us" stiles added, earning another glare from Derek.

"Come on der, share with the class" y/n muttered lowly, knowing everyone in the car heard.

"The last time i talked to my sister she was close to figuring something out, she found two things. First a guy named Harris-"

"our chemistry teacher?" Stiles asked interrupting Derek.

"Why him?" Scott questioned

"I don't know yet" Derek said

"and what's the second?" Scott asked.

"This symbol" Derek said as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and showed it to the two, as y/n had already known this bit of information.

Scott made a face that y/n caught through the mirror, "what? You know what that is?" She asked.

"I've seen it. On a necklace" He trailed off. Derek looked at him in confusion before Scott finished off his statement "Allison's necklace"

——————————-

" this is gonna be impossible you know" Scott says to y/n and stiles as they walk through the entrance of the school.

"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Stiles asks.

"And how is he supposed to do that?" Y/n asked.

"Easy ' hey, Allison can I borrow your necklace? To see if there's anything on it or in it? That can lead me to an alpha werewolf that i need to kill in order to get back together with you'" Stiles says. Scott smacks his chest "dude you're not helping" he says.

Stiles points to y/n "why cant you just ask to borrow it? You know girl code or whatever." Stiles asks waiving his arms in his usual manner.

Y/n looked at him as if he'd grown two heads "you want me to ask to borrow an heirloom that currently lies in the hands of someone I'm not even sure likes me, keep in mind said family hates me the previous owner especially, and if by chance i was to be seen with said heirloom id be shot in the heart with an wolfsbane laced arrow? No thanks" y/n said shaking her head before walking off.

A little later y/n came across Scott being threatened by Jackson, she groaned quietly stomping her foot before she walked up and grabbed him by his shoulder "hiya Jackson, i seem to recall where you got this little... scratch from" she said, pulling down the neck of his jacket slightly to get a better view of it.

"You don't happen to want another one do ya?" She asked in a sickly sweet tone.

Jacksons face mirrored someone who'd seen a ghost as he shook his head no. "Oh no? Well id suggest you run along then hmm?" She said pushing him forward and he hurried away.

"So he knows huh?" She asked folding her arms leaning against the lockers.

"Yeah" Scott said, looking worried. "Well let's hope I'm not assigned to him" she muttered walking away.

———————

Y/n followed stiles to where Scott was sitting at the lunch table, separating only so she could sit across from them.

“did you get it?" Stiles asked as he sat down.

"Not exactly" Scott answered, shaking his head

"Well what happened?" Y/n questioned as she sat her backpack on the ground behind her and plucked her phone out of one of the pockets.

"She told me not to talk to her at all" he said defeated.

Stiles took a huge bite of his chicken tender "so she's not giving you the neck-"

"she's not giving me the necklace" scott confirmed.

Y/n placed her head in her hand. "Scott what the hell did you do" she said, lightly banging her head on the table feeling defeated.

“I showed her photos of us from when we were together.” He stated as if it was obvious.

Y/n’s eyes widened in shock and slowly lifted her head up to look at Scott. “You did what?!” She all but shouted.

Scott and stiles looked at her confused.

She dropped her head to her hands and dragged them through her hair. “Scott she already feels bad for breaking up with you. Showing her those photos was just about the dumbest thing you could’ve done. Not only for the necklace but for your relationship.” She explained.

Scott groaned, letting his head fall back. “Okay well did you find anything else out?” Stiles asked still chewing his food.

Scott sighed “just that i know nothing about girls and that they’re completely psychotic.” Scott said defeated

“That’s high school for ya” y/n muttered.

”okay, well i came up with with a plan b just in case anything like this happened” stiles said

”what’s plan b?

“just steal the stupid thing” stiles said

”that’s what i thought he was gonna do in the first place” y/n said as she checked her phone for any messages from Derek

“can we try to at least get to Harris?” Scott asked, seemingly wanting to weigh out his options.

stiles shook his head “my dad put him under a 24-hour protective detail okay the necklace is all we got, steal it. Thank you.” He replied

scott sighed in defeat meeting y/n’s eye from across the table as she began packing up her things “look it shouldn’t be that hard, you’re a werewolf for god-sake just steal the damn thing” she said, standing up and walking out of the lunchroom.

——[time skip]——

When the last bell of the day rang, y/n met up with stiles, whom she'd asked for a ride since 1. Derek wasn’t supposed to be anywhere on school grounds at the moment, and 2. She wanted to see Noah before he went off to the parent teacher conference, which she didn’t have the best feeling about.

Y/n walked in stiles room, immediately sensing Derek’s presence, she looked at him in irritation “what the hell de-“ but the sound of Noah calling out for stiles cuts her off

“hey stiles!”

“yo da-erek” stiles faltered.

Derek's eyes widened and guestered for stiles to deal with his dad who was just outside the door.

Y/n listened to the exchange between the two stillinakis completely forgetting her intentions for coming as she stared at her careless boyfriend.

"What'd you say?"

"What? I said yo... D-Dad'."

"Uh, listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game."

"Uh, listen, I've got something I've got to take care of, but I'm gonna be there tonight. I mean, your first game."

"I'm very happy for you. And I'm really proud of you."

"Oh, thanks. Me too. I'm happy and proud... Of myself."

"So they're really gonna let you play, right?"

Yeah, dad. I'm first line. Believe that?"

"I'm very proud."

"Oh, me too. Again, I'm- oh." Noah goes to hug Stiles. "Huggie... Huggie, huggie..." Stiles trailed off awkwardly patting his dads back

“Alright see you there,” Noah said pulling away from his son

”take it easy” Stiles responded

Noah nodded, walking away before pausing “y/n how about coming to say hello next time” he said, and then took his leave.

y/n sighed as her memory had been re jogged

Stiles entered the room again letting out a sigh of relief as he closed the door, only to be pinned to it by Derek, y/n was quick to put herself between the two “Hey, cool it alright” she warned putting some distance between them.

She could handle the jabs all day long but as soon as it began to get handsy she wasn’t going to tolerate it. Y/n decided it was okay for her to move now and settled down on Stiles's bed. Derek quickly looks from y/n to Stiles and points to him

“if you say one word-“ he began but was quickly off by Stiles

“oh, what, you mean like hey Dad Derek hales in my bedroom bring your gun?” He asked sarcastically.

Derek doesn't say anything at his remark, realizing just how ridiculous it sounded. Stiles took that as his cue to keep going “Yeah that’s right, if I'm harboring your fugitive ass that means it's my house, my rules buddy” he said back handing Derek’s shoulder.

Derek nodded in response and fixed Stiles’ jacket, and Stiles did the same to him with a goofy grin on his face and walked away but jumped when Derek fake lunged

“oh my god!”

y/n let a laugh slip through her lips at Derek’s antics.

“Scott didn’t get the necklace?” Derek asked

”no he’s still working on it, but there’s something else we can try” Stiles answered

Catching both y/n and Derek’s attention, as she hadn’t known any of what he was talking about, Derek made a ‘what’ gesture telling him to elaborate.

“The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there,” Stiles said

”So?”

”So, Scott didn’t send it,” y/n said, slowly catching on to what Stiles was saying

”well can you find out who did?” Derek asked

“No not us, but I think I know of someone who can,” he said

—————

“you want me to do what?” Danny asked baffled

“Trace a text,” Stiles said casually ” I came here to do lab work-- that's what lab partners do.”

”And we will! ...Once you trace the text.”

“And what makes you think I know how?” Danny asked fidgeting slightly

“I had him look up your arrest report, so–“ y/n cut in

”I-I was thirteen. They dropped the charges.” Danny said defensively

“Whatever,” Stiles said pitching his voice up a few octaves

.“No, we're doing lab work.” Danny stated.

He then grabs a stool from somewhere near y/n and pulls it up beside Stiles, sitting down and looking at the computer.

Y/n watched Danny in amusement as he looked back to Derek who sat in a chair next to her, fake reading a book.

“Uh- who is he again?” He asked

“My cousin… Miguel” Stiles said, the laugh y/n almost let out would’ve had Derek death staring at her, so she decided against it

”he’s also my boyfriend, cute one isn’t he?” y/n asked teasingly

Danny nodded slightly “I guess,” he said feeling uncomfortable

Looking back at him y/n finally noticed the dried blood on his shirt, but before she Could cover it from Danny’s wandering eyes he spoke up

“is that blood on his shirt?” He asked

Stiles whipped around to see and Y/n winced, “Yeah, yes. Well, he gets this horrible nose bleeds” Stiles explained, y/n had never been prouder at how quick Stiles was to come up with a line than at that moment.

“Hey, Miguel?” Stiles said, turning to Derek. Derek lifted his head with a glare dead set on stiles. “I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts,” he said, gesturing to his dresser.

y/n watched in amusement as Derek slammed the book shut and began to take off his shirt, walk towards the dresser, and grumpily rummage through it for a shirt

”uh stiles”

“yes”

” This… no fit!” He said as he tugged at the shirt irritably

”then try something else on” Stiles stated obviously

y/n then got up and pulled a shirt out handing it to him with a small smile on her face, Derek squinted his eyes but pulled the shirt over his head

”Hey, this looks pretty good, what do you think Danny,” y/n asked turning to Danny who was not so discretely eyeing Derek

”Huh?”

”the shirt” Stiles confirms catching on to y/ns game

” It uh- it's not really his color” he answered timidly

“I agree,” y/n said inspecting the the shirt with a fake frown

Derek glared between Stiles and y/n before pulling off the shirt.

Y/n saw Stiles turn the computer to Danny

”you swing for a different team but you still play ball don’t ya Danny boy?”

”you’re horrible people”

”We know it keeps us awake at night, anyway about that text”

“Stiles! None of these fit!” Derek seethed frustrated

Stiles just looked from Derek to Danny with wide eyes

“I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text,” Danny said making Stiles lean back and throw his arms up in a quiet celebration

Y/n paced stiles while she waited for Danny to retrieve the information they needed

“There. The text was sent from a computer. This one.” Danny said making y/n walk behind them and peer over their shoulders

“Registered to that account name?” Derek asked

“No, no, no, no. That can't be right.”

Y/n frowned in confusion at the name she read on the computer

‘Melissa McCall’

——

“Did you get the picture?” Scott asked, voice ringing through the car as Stiles had him on speakerphone

” Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing.

“Hey, is there something on the back of it?” Derek asked after nearly yanking stiles arm so he could bring the phone closer to him

“I mean there's gotta be something-- an inscription, an opening, something…” y/n said from the back seat

“No, no, the thing's flat. And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line.” Scott said to Stiles, and just as his sentence finished y/n heard coach in the background

“Where the hell is Bilinski???”

“Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start…”

“I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him... tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks.”

“You're not gonna make it,” Y/n said grimly. She knew how happy he was when he got first line, and how happy Noah was for him

“I know,” Stiles responded with the same emotion

“And you didn't tell him about his mom, either,” Derek said

“Not 'til we find out the truth.”

“By the way? One more thing…”

“Yeah?”

Derek grabbed the back of stiles neck and rammed his head into the steering wheel

“Oh, God! What the hell was–“

“You know that was for. Go. Go!” Derek said, rushing Stiles out of the car.

he then looked back at y/n who raised her brows, “you wouldn’t dare” she said in a challenging tone.

“Oh just you wait” he replied with a smirk. Y/n raised her brows challengingly, making her way out of the car but Derek grabbed her arm

”where are you going?” He asked

” With Stiles, god forbid but if the alpha is in there he’s gonna need some sort of help” she explained

Derek faltered, “Just, just be careful ok?” He said

y/n smiled lovingly “Always am,” she said before closing the door

———

the pair had been walking around the hospital for 10 minutes

”yeah I said I can't find her,” Stiles said

”look, ask for Jennifer, she’s my uncle's nurse” Derek replied over the phone

”well he’s not here either-“ stiles said, making y/n look into the room in confusion \

”shit, stiles we gotta go. Now!” Y/n shouted just as Derek had confirmed her suspicions of Peter being the alpha.

Y/n looked to the side only to come face to face with Peter Hale.

“Good to see you y/n,” he said before looking over to Stiles” and you must be Stiles”

Y/n grabbed Stiles’ arm and began rushing away only to be stopped by Jennifer, peters nurse

”what are you doing here, visiting hours are over,” she said menacingly

stiles began to look back and forth between Peter and Jennifer “You.. and him… you’re-you’re the one who- and oh my- and he’s— oh, my god, I'm gonna die.” He said

“You aged beautifully” y/n sarcastically muttered to Peter

Y/n pushed him aside, just as Derek came behind her and punched the nurse unconscious

” That’s not nice, she's my nurse,” Peter said fainting a sad tone

“She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people, get out of the way”

”you think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?”

This set Derek off as he jumped at his uncle, who threw him into a wall.

Y/n wasn’t far behind, she sent a swift kick to Peter's stomach, knocking him off his feet. He was quick to regroup and grabbed y/n by her arm, flipped her over, and knocked her into the wall, much like he did that night in the school.

He then went over and picked Derek, (who struggled against his grip) up by his neck and began to drag him “My mind, my personality, were burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct.” He said before he dropped him.

“So what, you want forgiveness?” Y/n groaned from behind him kicking his feet from under him just as Derek sent a punch to his face.

Peter was back on his feet in seconds, grabbing Derek by his collar“ I want understanding.” He said before headbutting him and landing a kick to his stomach, sending him rolling back

“Do you have any idea what it was like for me during those years? Slowly healing, cell by cell?” He asked turning to y/n who stood ready.

He sent a kick her way but y/n dodged it, catching his foot and knocking him off balance with hers, she then got on top of hem and sent punch after punch to his face, just as she went to throw another, he caught her fist and headbutted her kicking her into the office desk so hard that it knocked her unconscious.

——

When she woke up she was face to face with a worried stiles

“Oh thank god, I though I was gonna have to hit you” he said

Y/n groaned at her ponding head, she looked around and frowned when she didn’t see Derek or Peter

Stiles must have seen it on her face because he immediately answered the question in her head

“He left with Peter” he said

Y/n frowned as tears came to her eyes, she was in a woozy state of mind and felt upset about Derek leaving and the pounding headache she had.

Y/n’s number one problem was how emotional she was when she was in pain.

Stiles panicked, having never expected to see his sister in this state of mind. He grabbed her and bought her in for a hug, telling her that everything was okay.

“Why’d he leave?” She asked sniffling, after a couple of minutes of slowly coming back to her right mind.

Stiles sighed beside her, now his arm rested on her shoulder “I don’t know” he said, wondering the same thing

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Hello! I'm new on your blog and I was wondering if you could do a Derek Hale x reader. Where reader and Derek have a child who is learning how to talk so when the child call for reader they make kissing faces because the child always saw their dad kissing their mom and one day where the pack come to Derek's loft for whatever reason and when the child saw stiles they growl or say wolf ( because they always hear stiles say sourwolf) and when the child see Peter they just hit or try to bite Peter when he takes them in his arms. Just something domestic, a little bit chaotic and fluff please.

Of course! I tried my best with this one, but I'm not really sure how it came out, so let me know if you like it! | @@bakakara666

Snuggles & Snarles | Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: The pack comes over to see your son, Eli, and things get a little chaotic.

Warnings: None! Just fluff <3

Requested: Yes | No

Chaos was not an uncommon visitor in Beacon Hills. Usually, you were used to the common threat of some unknown supernatural creature trying to kill you and your friends. Luckily this time, the only chaos you had to put up with was the babbled attempts of speech from your baby boy, Eli.

The whole pack was gathered at the loft, paying extra attention to Eli. They claimed they had come to see you and Derek, but you both knew the truth. Ever since you two welcomed Eli into your home, the pack had been over almost daily. You couldn’t blame them though, your son was adorable.

Scott and Stiles were sitting on the floor, saying random words to Eli in a baby voice to get him to speak. Eli had stumbled on his feet, toddling over to you, putting his hands in the air for you to pick him up.

“Traitor,” Stiles mumbled, pouting and crossing his arms over his chest like a child. Scott smiled, admiring how much your son had loved you.

“Hi, baby.” You said softly, picking your son up in your arms. Derek kissed your cheek, causing Eli to giggle. He puckered his lips, making kissy faces at the both of you. Scott and Stiles busted out laughing, finding the whole interaction amusing. Peter even smiled a little bit. As much as a pain in the ass Peter could be, he loved you and Derek a lot, and maybe Eli just a little bit more.

Lydia walked over to the both of you sticking her arms out for Eli. He instantly leaned over, going straight into Lydia’s arms, “Aw, do you love your auntie Lyds? I think you do!” Lydia said in a high-pitched baby voice. Derek rolled his eyes playfully, Lydia was probably the biggest baby hog the world would ever see.

You looked around the loft, smiling to yourself. You loved your chaotic little family and you wouldn’t trade any of them for the world. Derek put his arms around you, pulling you into him. It was moments like these that made everything you had all gone through worth it.

Stiles sat down by Lydia on the couch, pinching Eli’s cheeks. Eli growled at him, causing Stiles to throw his hands up defensively, “He started it.” Stiles said. Eli stuck his tongue out, spitting on Stiles’ face. Stiles had a disgusted look on his face, slowly wiping away the saliva.

“Babies… disgusting.” He muttered.

“Aww, are you disgusting? I don’t think so, Stiles is just a grumpy grouch.” Lydia cooed, bouncing Eli in her arms. Stiles rolled his eyes, looking the other way.

“Yeah, don’t be such a sourwolf Stiles.” You teased, remembering all the times Stiles had said that to Derek. He narrowed his eyes at you, giving you the finger. You sent him a playful smile in return.

“Alright, I think someone wants to see their uncle Peter,” Peter said, snatching Eli out of Lydia’s arms. Lydia scoffed, getting up from her place on the couch to chase Peter down for Eli.

Eli started biting and scratching at Peter, “Looks like someone takes after their father a little too much, huh?” Peter joked, referring to the time Derek had killed Peter by slashing his throat. You shook your head, watching as Peter tried to get Eli to quit biting him.

“Exactly, he doesn’t like you. Now hand him over.” Lydia argued, attempting to take Eli back from Peter.

“He likes me better than you.” Peter scoffed, dodging Lydia’s grabby hands.

Lydia gasped, “He does not!” Lydia protested.

“Put him down and see which one of you he walks to,” Scott suggested.

“Fine,” Peter said, setting Eli down in the middle of the room. Lydia and Peter instantly began calling out for Eli, patting their hands on their knees, signaling for Eli to come to them. Eli looked around the room, slightly confused. He started running in Peter’s direction, his arms in the air.

“Yes! I told you—”

Eli ran straight past Peter and up to Derek, “Dada!” Eli said, grabbing onto his dad’s leg. Derek bent down, picking up Eli into his arms. Peter looked back, looking at the baby offended.

“Guess we know who his favorite isn’t.” Derek taunted, sending Peter a smirk.

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hi, can you do tiktok trends with stiles? like y/n doing them on him or with him. (does that make sense?)

Stiles Stilinski x reader

A bit on the shorter side but I hope you like it! I went with half headcanons and half story to explain it better. Don't be afraid to request more stuff if you like this!!

Word count: 474

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Stiles would love to do more silly trends for sure! The one with the “you’re spinning me around; my feet are off the ground” audio came straight to mind.

Or maybe the one where you play rock, paper, scissors, and the winner gets to eat while the loser runs away and back? He’d be shoving the food in his mouth before you can make it back for sure!

You could try to do the trend where you try to hip thrust, squat, deadlift… each other, but I’m not sure how far he would get. Especially in the earlier seasons, he’s not getting far.

If you really enjoy doing these videos with him, he is all for it. Just come up with an idea and he’s game. He might even get Scott to join you guys for some TikTok’s. Really, he’d do anything for you if it makes you happy.

If you’re not the biggest fan he wouldn’t push you, but he might ask if you’d like to do a trend occasionally. Just say yes, and he’ll be elated.

I don’t think he’d post them for everyone to see just for your friends.

Scott is responding to every single Tiktok you guys make. Especially ones where he’s in or if he’s the one filming.

Allison and Lydia are just your personal fangirls. Responding to TikTok’s with heart eyes emojis and little comments about how cute you guys are.

“And after that you have to pick me up.” You instruct while staring at the video playing on your phone. “What if I drop you?” Stiles asks, his eyes are narrow as he stares at the Tiktok playing. You’ve been trying to get the dance right; he barely has to do anything and yet he is the one struggling. “Just don’t?” you reply looking at him incredulously.

“I don’t know, that seems like a dangerous move.” He leans back, and one of his hands is resting on his hip. “Stop being dramatic, it’s been fifteen minutes, and we still haven’t gotten it down.” You’re getting close to giving up, you might as well ask Allison to do it with you instead. “Okay, okay, I got it. Let’s go again.” He nods while speaking, almost trying to convince himself more than you.

You simply shake your head before getting back in position. You stand next to him, one of his hands above your head as you spin in a circle a few times. Next, he moves behind you, his arms under yours as he picks you up for a few seconds, before gently putting you down again. “See, I can do it! I’ve got this.” He tells you, standing confidently next to you.

You nod at him, laughing slightly “We’re only halfway done Stiles.” He claps his hands before moving to stand next to you again. “What’s next boss?”

[crazyinluvfix]

1:1 WOLF MOON ( pt. 2 )

FATAL ATTRACTION - a stiles stilinski story

summary: after a lot of research, a lot of arguing, and a run in with a mysterious stranger, stiles and sera come to the conclusion that scott is a werewolf. sera struggles with this fact while simultaneously trying to keep them from finding out her own secret.

WARNINGS: none

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After practice, I headed straight to my shift at the hospital - an internship I got thanks to Ms McCall.

I was eternally grateful. Not because I had an affinity for medical care, but because a girl needs to eat. And nowadays I would rather suck my blood from a bag rather than a jugular; morality and all that.

The boys shot me a text saying that they were going to pick me up when I was done so we could continue last night’s target of finding the body, or at least just Scott’s inhaler - collateral damage.

I easily spotted Stiles’ Jeep, skipping over to hop in after watching Stiles kick Scott into the backseat.

“Man, that’s so unfair! Why does she always get to ride shotgun?” Scott protested, now sulking in behind us.

When I got in Stiles put his hand on the headrest of my seat to turn back to Scott, “Because it’s her seat.”

I stayed silent, my satisfied smile spoke for me.

My seat. It truly was. I was in this passenger seat more than anyone else so we dubbed it so. It was such a known rule that Stiles had even started to enforce it.

As we drove, Scott noticed me keeping my bag securely on my lap, rather than chucking it to him.

“What’s in the bag?” he pointed to my heavy-looking, extremely full bag.

‘Dinner,’ I wanted to say. But I didn’t. “Oh, just homework,”

Then Stiles looked over too, “God, your teachers must hate you.”

~

“I don’t know what it was.”

Me and Stiles wanted to go over Scott’s sudden, unnatural aptitude for lacrosse.

“It’s like… I had all the time in the world to catch the ball.” It seemed as if it didn’t make sense to him either.

“And that’s not the only weird thing…” his tone almost sounded worried, meanwhile Stiles was just intrigued. “I can hear stuff I shouldn’t be able to hear… smell things.”

“Smell things? Like what,” I inquired with a short laugh - I was trying to make light of the situation, but the more he spoke the less funny it became. Maybe it was all just placebo after thinking he got bit by a wolf, that’s what I’d go with.

Scott sniffed the air, “Like the mint mojito gum in Stiles’ pocket.”

Stiles scoffed, reaching down to prove him wrong, “I don’t have any mint mo-” and there it was. The half-wrapped stick of gum lay on his palm.

“Ew,” I muttered, trying to divert my feeling of unease.

“I’m scared that I’ve got some kind of infection from the bite or something,” Scott rambled like he was scared he was dying, although he seemed far from it, “like, what if my body is just flooding itself with adrenaline before I go into shock!”

Noticing the smirk grow on Stiles’ face as I waited for his witty remark.

“You know what, I actually think I’ve heard of this,” he stated as if he was suddenly a biology expert. Scott looked over with hope.

“It’s a specific type of infection,” his hand on his hips as he stopped in his tracks, feigning seriousness.

“Are you serious?” Scott questioned, knowing it was probably one of his jokes, but he was too desperate to care.

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded and I rolled my eyes, obliging him since I was curious about where this was going. “It’s called… lycanthropy,” he stated solemnly.

I fought the urge to sigh, or even laugh, but I waited for Scott’s reaction first. Seems like we were on the same wavelength here… except my concerns were a little more real.

“What’s that?” Scott asked, his tone building in worry, “Is that bad?”

“Oh yeah,” Stiles agreed quickly, shaking his head, “the worst.”

Scott got just a little more pale as Stiles carried on. “But, only once a month.”

“Once a month?”

“Mhm,” I stepped in, donning the same earnest expression as the boy to my left, “on the night of the full moon.” I felt Stiles’ eyes travel to me and out of the corner of mine I caught his smirk, a silent communication as to what we would do next.

We turned back to Scott and howled in sync, I put my hands around my mouth to amplify the dramatics before we both burst out laughing at Scott’s unimpressed look, him moving forward to push us.

“Not funny, guys, there could be something seriously wrong with me!” Scott stomped on the dry leaves and we continued walking.

“I know! You’re a werewolf!” Stiles put his hands up and growled like a monster.

Again, Scott’s only reply was a glare. “Okay, obviously I’m kidding.”

“I’m not,” I mumbled softly toward the ground, but they both turned around and questioned if I said something.

“What?”

“Nothing,” I looked up and shook my head innocently.

“Look,” Stiles always tried to lighten the mood, “just saying, if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver it’s ‘cause Friday’s a full moon,” he ran with the joke, reaching back to tap me on the arm to ask if I heard that one. I didn’t want to laugh, but he was just too good.

Scott just ignored us - he had learned that was best sometimes - instead, mentally scanning the ground. “I- I could’ve sworn this was it.” he squatted down to examine what wasn’t there further. “I saw the body, the deer came running, I dropped my inhaler.” He started to root around in the leaves, retracing his steps.

“The killer might’ve moved the body?” I speculated, because he was right, it was gone, I couldn’t even smell blood anymore.

“Well if he did I hope he left my inhaler, those things are like 80 bucks,” he grumbled saltily.

Over the noise of our banter I must’ve missed the sound of footsteps because, in a moment of silence, I picked up another heartbeat, turning to the side to see a tall man dressed in all black staring ominously in our direction. My arm outstretched to hit Stiles and my leg to kick Scott, but before they could complain, they saw him.

Scott shot to his feet as the man started to walk over.

“What are you doing here?” his voice boomed as he approached, clearly scaring the two boys on my either side as I heard their heart rates pick up and Stiles’ hands fidgeted frantically.

We obviously didn’t answer quickly enough because he spoke again, “Huh?”

I waited for Scott or Stiles to reply first, but they were frozen, I sighed.

“This is private property,” the man warned, the dark tone in his voice unsettling.

Then I smelt it… Wolf.

I stepped up, putting on my best, well-practiced innocent face, and looked up at him. “Oh! We’re sorry, we had no idea. We were just looking for something my friend lost,” my wide eyes sparkled, but he didn’t seem to fall for it, instead, his eyes lingered threateningly on me for a few seconds longer than they did on the boys.

A moment of eerie silence came over us before he swiftly took something out of his pocket and threw it into Scott’s hands. His inhaler. Then, without another word, the man walked away, but not before giving me another creepy death stare.

When he was a few paces away and the boys were still a little too shaken to talk, I broke the tension and chuckled. “Well, he was creepy,”

If my suspicions were right, I knew he heard that.

Stiles spun on his heel to face us his hands jumping up and he looked at Scott as if he was stupid for not reading his mind. “Dude!” he took a step closer so he could talk quietly, “That was Derek Hale! You remember right? He’s only like a few years older than us.”

“His family all burned to death in a fire like 10 years ago,” he continued, but I wasn’t listening. I checked out the moment he said ‘Derek Hale.’

So I was right.

The Hales were a notorious werewolf pack down here on the West Coast, but I had no idea they were still around! I had also heard that they were a different type of wolf… stronger, as they were not bound by only turning on a full moon. But I didn’t exactly know how ‘different’ they really were.

And if that was true about the Hales… then I was correct about Scott.

~

I stayed up the whole night thinking.

Was I a bad friend for not telling them what I already knew? For making them figure this out for themselves while I could easily explain? Yes.

Was it selfish of me to keep such a big part of my life from them when they were the two most important people in my life? Also yes.

But all of this was for their own good. At least that’s what I kept telling myself to distract from the constantly looming cloud of guilt that hung over my head.

Matters only got worse when Stiles messaged me in a panic. A confirmation. They found animal hairs on the body. More precisely, wolf hairs.

~

The next day I got into school considerably late and very sleep-deprived - because despite what the fairy tales say, vampires still need their beauty sleep.

I was practically dozing off in third-period Chem without Stiles there to keep me awake since the team had a mandatory practice before the big game this week, so I excused myself to go to the bathroom and wander around the halls.

“Now listen, McCall. You’re gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you’re getting it from because there is no way you’re out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost.”

I stopped my stroll around the halls at the sound of a familiar voice from around the corner.

“Oh, you mean steroids! Are you on steroids?”

Then Scott.

I poked my head out around the corner - Jackson had definitely noticed something was up and Scott wasn’t doing a very good job at keeping it a secret. This wasn’t good.

Crash. “What’s going on with you McCall!”

“You really wanna know?”

Uh oh.

“Well so would I! I can see hear and smell things that I shouldn’t be able to see hear and smell! And I-”

��Woah woah woah,” I ran over, replacing Jackson’s hand on Scott’s shirt with mine and pushing Jackson away, standing in between them.

Jackson looked furious, if he were in a cartoon smoke would be coming out of his ears. I stared him down.

He scoffed and took a step back, “You need your little friend to come rescue you?”

I quickly shushed Scott before he made the situation worse.

“Goodbye, Jackson,” I gave him a fake smile and waited for him to leave.

When he kept his eyes on us as he walked away. “I’m onto McCall. I’m gonna find out what it is you’re taking and I don’t care how long it takes.”

Once he had turned the corner I focused my attention back on Scott.

“Thanks, Ser-”

My hand took hold of his collar once more and did the same move Jackson had just done, another crash as he hit the lockers, his eyes wide and confused. “What were you thinking!”

“What do you mean!” he was incredibly confused.

I sighed, realising he doesn’t know what’s going on at all, so I let go. “You can’t just go around telling Jackson Whittemore this stuff! I know you’re scared but he is the last person you should trust.”

The way his expression dropped told me he knew I was right. But our little interaction was cut short by Coach screaming that their break was over.

“Listen,” Scott started as he stepped back towards the door of the locker room, “I’ll see you later at the game.”

“The game? I thought Stiles told you-” but he left before I could finish my sentence.

~

“Stiles!” I hurried over to where he sat on the bench, his leg bouncing frantically as he chewed on his bitten fingernails.

His head flicked in my direction, a look of relief on his face, “Sera! I haven’t seen you all day,” he stood up quickly and put his hands on my shoulders to make sure I was really there.

“I came in late,” I brushed it off.

“Have you talked to Scott?”

His head shook vigorously, “He wouldn’t listen. I’m waiting for him to come out so I can try again.”

Just as he said that I saw Scott walking out onto the field and we both approached him, trying to stop from going out onto the field.

“Scott!” Stiles shouted, his voice breaking as he practically bashed the helmet out of his hands.

“Look! I’m playing the first elimination guys, can it wait?” Scott threw his hands up in annoyance, completely ignoring our desperation.

“Man, just listen!” I put my hands on Scott to physically bring his attention to us.

Stiles spoke and he spoke fast. “I overheard my dad on the phone. The fiber analysis on the body came back from the lab in L.A. and they found animal hairs on the body from the woods!”

But Scott was already leaving. We chased after him, no longer bothering to keep our voices hushed.

“Wait! Just hold on!” I reached to grab his sleeve but he was too far, “You’re not gonna believe what the animal was!” Still, he didn’t look back.

Then it was just me and Stiles again. Scott was long gone, but I still finished my sentence, quietly as if only to myself, “It was a wolf.”

For the entirety of the game I could not tear myself away from Stiles on the bench, I simply sat down on my haunches beside him. The more I watched Scott the more my nerves started to skyrocket.

If he was good last time, he was phenomenal now. Before, it was unusual. Now it was plain unnatural the way he swerved and dodged, moving with agility that wouldn’t be out of place in a superhero movie. He even did a whole ass flip over three of the players, that was the kicker. I looked up to Stiles who was already looking back down at me, sharing my loss for words.

Once the game was over we were too lost to join in on the cheering. I knew what was up, and it scared me to know that Stiles knew it too.

Was it so crazy to say that Scott was a werewolf?

~

“So… what exactly are we looking for again?” my eyes wandered over to Stiles at his computer while I lay on his bed, filing my nails.

He was practically buzzing after popping a couple Aderalls the second we got back from school. “Something… Anything!” His hands continued their frenzied typing, the clicking of the keys becoming a soothing background noise.

This was more or less me and Stiles’ typical Wednesday night - him doing whatever at his desk and me simply just being there so I didn’t get too bored sitting at home alone. To be fair, we usually didn’t have the constant impending sense of doom over the fact our best friend might be a freaking werewolf.

But even though we were both here, we hadn’t directly discussed our thoughts or theories, we didn’t really have to. But my anxiety was starting to escalate. “Okay, Stiles!” I speak louder - I had been saying things here or there but he’d been too in his own world to hear.

Finally, he spun his chair around and looked at me with wired eyes, “Hm?”

“What are we doing? What are we thinking?��� I longed for a peek into his brain on a regular day, but today I really wanted to delve into those spinning cogs.

He paused to find the words. “We are thinking… There is something seriously up with Scott, and dare I say it- something not even human,” a sigh left his lips that he had bitten to pieces. The way he said ‘we’ instead of ‘I’m thinking’ was almost a plea for agreement, to tell him he’s not going crazy here, and if he was, at least I’d be crazy with him.

I nodded. “Yeah…” it was hard for me to know how much I should or shouldn’t say, or what I could say. Because I knew a lot more than I was letting on, and it was a shitty move - but the more he figured out about Scott… the closer he got to knowing my truth.

Silence hung in the air for a minute before he called me over with a wave of his hand.

“Come, look at this,” he swivelled his chair back around to sift through the myriad of tabs he had open that made his computer run slow and make an awful whirring noise.

My feet carried me to stand behind his chair, bending down to have a look at the screen.

‘Lycaon’

‘Wolfsbane’

A bunch of gory, ancient images littered the screen as he pointed out key phrases from each website.

And then, finally, the word ‘WEREWOLF.’

He must’ve noticed my wide-eyed muteness as he prompted a response out of me.

“Well?” he waited. “Listen, I- I know it sounds crazy, I know that. But… tell me this doesn’t make perfect sense?”

“You’re right,” I admitted candidly. He was.

“Look I’ve texted Scott… I figured he’s the one with all this he should be here to hear it.”

I was left to wonder how Scott would react to all of this; but the fact Stiles had accepted it so quickly was a wonder in itself. Secretly, I think he loved it all a little too much.

Knock knock.

When two loud bangs came from the other side of Stiles’ door he practically jumped out of his skin, luckily I was behind him to hold his chair upright, puting my hand down on his beating chest that he clutched with his own.

I tiptoed toward the door, reaching for the handle, but it opened before I got there.

There he was, his trademark crooked smile plastered on his lips as he could tell from our faces that he had scared us.

“Get in here!” I beckoned.

That’s when Stiles scrambled up to drag Scott in by the collar and pushed him back to sit on the bed while he paced around the room, finally sitting down in his chair.

“I’ve been reading,” he spoke at the speed of light as I took a seat next to Scott.

“For hours,” my hint of sarcasm didn’t seem to be appreciated, so I let him continue.

“Websites, books, all of it!”

Scott chuckled, “How much Adderal have you had today?”

“Unimportant.”

I turned to whisper one last thing before I shut up, “A lot.”

“Remember the joke from the other day…? Not a joke anymore.”

Scott looked clueless.

“The wolf– the bite in the woods!”

Still nothing.

Stiles shot up out of his seat. “Do you even know why a wolf howls?” His hands were flailing about like they always did; sometimes I genuinely thought he moved faster than me, and I have super speed!

“Should I?”

It was a rhetorical question.

“To signal its location to the rest of a pack! So if you heard a wolf howling that means there could’ve been others nearby, maybe even a whole pack of ‘em!”

The poor guy had not taken a break since 3 o’clock. I got up and stood at his side, placing a hand on his shoulder for him to take a breath, “Shh.”

“A whole pack of wolves?” Scott asked, now intrigued.

“No…” Stiles had finally calmed down a tad, “werewolves.”

My insides physically churned upon hearing him say it out loud. Scott however, did not look impressed. He stood up and grabbed his bag, ready to walk out, “Man, are you seriously wasting my time?”

Stiles was about to step forward, but I took over, moving my hand in front of him to signal I had got it, and my other one a bit rougher to Scott’s to stop him from leaving. “Look dude, I saw you on the field today, Scott. What you did today wasn’t just incredible… It was impossible.” My eyes softened, trying to reason with him.

He was about to retort when Stiles jumped back in, “People can’t just do that overnight! You flipped over 3 guys, Scott,” Stiles almost laughed, “Since when have you been able to do that, huh? I mean- your speed, your reflexes! And there’s the vision and the senses,” he listed everything off on his fingers.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice you don’t need your inhaler anymore!”

“Okay, dude! I can’t think about this now, we’ll talk tomorrow.” He somehow brushed off everything thing we had said as if it was the latest school gossip.

But I was now consumed by the same fever as Stiles, scampering up to him and taking him by the shoulders, raising my voice to their volume. “Tomorrow?”

“What!” Stiles added.

“No!” our pleas ping-ponged back and forth rhythmically as we begged for him to just listen. “The full moon’s tonight! Don’t you get it?”

“What are you guys trying to do!” Scott pushed back, but there was nothing in our eyes other than concern for him… and Allison.

“Everything in my life is somehow perfect, for once! Why are you trying to ruin it?”

I could physically feel the shift in the air as Stiles raked his fingers through his hair, taking in a lungful of air. “We’re trying to help,” his sincerity was like a pang to the heart.

“You’re cursed, Scott.”

That somehow hurt even worse.

It was a fact. But I found myself longing again for just a glimpse at what he really thought. Did he think his best friend was a monster? Did he think less of him? My questions were inherently selfish; I didn’t care what he thought about Scott - not nearly as much as what he thought about me. Because imagine how he would feel discovering his other friend is even more cursed, riddled with a dark history of deceit, horror, and even murder.

But this wasn’t about me. “Scott, he’s right,” my face turned just as solemn.

“You’re not only about the risk of you physically changing… it’s also when your bloodlust will be at its peak.”

Ah, my old friend. I was one to talk.

“Bloodlust?” his repetition was incredulous.

“Your-” I cleared my throat and tried again. “Your urge to kill.”

Scott practically seethed as his eyes flicked between us, “I’m already starting to feel an urge to kill, Sera.”

But before I could offer a witty retort of my own, Stiles had begun reading a passage from one of the books on his ransacked desk, “‘The change can be triggered by anger or anything that raises your pulse,’” he snapped the book closed and I half-flinched.

“Alright? I haven’t seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date.”

Scott knew he was right, but I could hear the anger raising his pulse right there and then as Stiles shot towards his bag, scrambling around to get his hands on Scott’s phone to do it himself. “Screw it, I’m doing it myself.”

The next few seconds seemed to play in slow motion.

Scott’s voice shouted louder than I’d ever heard it, his actions much more aggressive as he practically flung Stiles against a wall in protest for his phone. A fist aimed at his best friend’s face, and his arm swinging back to push over the chair.

Too fast for either of them to notice I ran forward and intervened, pushing Scott’s now heaving figure away from a shellshocked Stiles. No one spoke.

Until Scott.

“I’m sorry.”

He didn’t sound sorry.

“I gotta get ready for that party.”

Tension in the room hung heavy, it was safe to say that was an unexpected turn.

And me? I was still stuck worrying that either of them had noticed the speed at which I got to them or the strength at which I countered Scott.

But when I finally came to my senses, I knew there was only one thing I could do.

Wordlessly I put my arms around Stiles, his naturally finding their place around my shoulders as I listened to the sound of his breathing.

Whatever was going on with Scott, I would take care of it.

~

The best way to stop Scott from doing anything stupid tonight was to keep an eye on him in person. He was with Allison at Lydia’s party, which naturally had half the entire school there even though it was announced just yesterday.

Which in turn meant that it might be a little more difficult to spot him than hoped.

Since I had come with Stiles I was immediately roped into one of his and his nerd friends’ conversations about something I had no clue about - it sounded like a foreign language. He could tell I was a little out of place, so he stuck by my side, his hand snaking around my waist as nothing more than a friendly gesture.

While we waited for a gap in conversation to seek out Scott, one of the jocks from the lacrosse team ‘bumped into me,’ a typical cocky grin on his lips. “Sorry, babe.”

It was so insincere I almost laughed in his face.

“Come here, I’ll get you a drink to make up for it.”

Gross. Stiles noticed the interaction and audibly scoffed, but I ignored him.

“Ew?” I said simply in the guy’s face, pushing him away with my fingertips and shooing him off.

This little interaction made the boys we were standing with suddenly aware that I was in fact a girl, and a popular one at that, turning them all even more awkward in the blink of an eye - Stiles found this incredibly stupid.

“Hey,” my demeanour screamed boredom and he must’ve noticed. “You go have fun. We can find Scott later, we’ve got plenty of time.”

My eyes lit up. ‘Thank God.’ “Ugh, you’re the best, Sti,” I grabbed his hand with both of mine and walked away, dropping it when out of reach. “Love you, man!” I pointed a finger at him before turning and skipping away.

There was a collective gasp from those boys, so shocked that Stiles could get a girl to say she loved him.

Poor losers. They’re lucky Stiles was a little nerd at heart because he was way too cool for them.

Outside seemed like my best bet to have some fun. Everyone was dancing, drinking, making out. This was my scene. You never outgrew a high school party (unless you were my buzzkill of a twin brother); just because you’re dead doesn’t mean you have to stop living.

I found some guy to dance with to kill my time, sipping a drink out of a red solo cup, all the while keeping my eyes peeled for that pesky little werewolf on the prowl somewhere.

And as we moved, there he was. He still looked very much human, and Allison didn’t look horrified, so it seemed as though we were all good.

The night moved quickly, 40 minutes had felt like ten and now there were even more people to block my watchful eye.

I could smell dog - or wolf rather - over the alcohol and teenage B.O., so Scott must be nearby.

But as soon as I told myself not to panic, my phone rang.

STILES…

Stiles

SCOTT

MISSING

CAN’T FIND HIM

GET OFF THAT DUDE AND COME

“Shit!” I cursed under my breath, causing the guy I was with to give a dumb ‘huh?’ which I waved off, excusing myself and running back into the house.

I soon found Stiles who was standing at the front door, keys in hand and ready to hit it.

But when we got to Scott’s house he had already left out his bedroom window. He would be back, there was no point in chasing him - not on a full moon, not out there.

Stiles went to sit on the bed while I paced, putting a hand on my forehead.

“Listen,” he stayed calm in an effort to soothe my nerves, “he’ll be back soon. I can take you home and I’ll come back to wait for him, I know you haven't been sleeping well.”

I spun on my heel to look him in the eyes, sincere enough to make my hand drop-down. “It’s fine you don’t-”

“Come on,” he stood up, not letting me finish and I didn’t want to argue - he was right, I was stressed, tired, and could not pull another all-nighter due to supernatural stress.

I was an overthinker in life, that was only amplified with being turned.

“Okay…” I admitted defeat, a once-in-a-lifetime thing to hear from me. Stiles even raised his eyebrows in shock that he didn’t have to do any more convincing.

“Thanks,” I paused, looking up at him. Maybe this was his way of making it even after I saved him from Scott earlier; he was the only one who ever saw that I needed saving sometimes too.

~

Late-night rides in Stiles’ Jeep were always a comfort. Music on, but not blaring, yet loud enough for me to sing along - quiet enough to hear my soft melodies over the recording.

I got him to drop me off down my road (as usual), using the excuse of ‘not wanting my brother to see me sneak back in.’

But the walk up to my house felt like a walk of shame. Every time I lied it felt worse. Especially to him.

After opening my door I sped straight up to my room, my swirling thoughts refusing to quiet for one second. I felt so alone in this fabricated life I had made spun. I couldn’t tell Scott or Stiles what I knew, and they were the ones fucking involved!

So I did the only thing I could do and called my brother.

“Damon?”

Immediately, he could hear something was up. Yeah, he was a rude, stone-faced, ladykiller (literally), but I saw his true heart of gold, just like when we were kids.

“Sera? Hey, what’s up?”

Where do I start?

Werewolves. My best friend being one of them. Thinking there might be more.

It was a long conversation.

~

After getting everything off my chest and a nice glass of bourbon, I slept like a rock.

In the morning, Stiles had finally managed to find Scott, picking me up on the way, but I wasn’t much entertainment. I was still half asleep, leaning my head against the window while I yawned.

“You needed that sleep, huh?” Stiles teased, wanting me to admit he was right to send me home last night.

My pride was too strong, but I did crack a smile, “Shut up.”

And soon, we saw a familiar, shirtless frame, wandering alone down where the road met the trees - did he have any idea how much of a werewolf cliche he was?

The car stopped beside him and he saw us, stopping to get in, looking downright shaken.

When he unlatched the door to my side he opened his mouth to tell me to get in the back, but Stiles interrupted before he could.

“Nuh-uh,” he shook his head, hands still gripping the wheel, “you know the drill, climb through,” he nodded toward the back.

My smile widened. It had become a given.

Scott went to protest that he had just been gallivanting through the woods for a night, but Stiles cut him off with another noise, pulling a disgruntled sigh out of Scott as he dove over the middle console.

The drive was unusually tense. A strong vibe of ‘I told you so’ came off both me and Stiles that coerced Scott into silence who now felt bad for the way he reacted yesterday, because we were right.

After about 3 minutes, he finally spoke, “You know what worries me the most?”

Stiles craned his neck back to see his friend curled up against the metal frame, his face unmoving as he was still angry. “If you say Allison I’m gonna punch you in the head.”

“She probably hates me now,” he whined, not listening.

“I doubt that,” I interjected, “But you might wanna come up with a pretty amazing apology.”

“Or you could tell her the truth,” Stiles shrugged as we both cast looks at him to tell him that was stupid. “And revel in the fact that you’re a freaking werewolf!”

“But really, we’ll get through this,” he continued, not only looking to Scott but to both of us. “If we have to we’ll chain you up ourselves on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once, I could do it.”

There he was. His tone was lighter again as he reached down into his bag to chuck Scott the shirt he brought for him since we were headed straight for school. It was Stiles. He couldn’t stay mad for too long, not at something he found as awesome as this.

It left me with a glimmer of hope.

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a/n: things are getting tense… check the series masterlist at the top for other parts x leave liked and comments !

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 19

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Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

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By the time Stiles and (Y/N) had driven back to the school, classes were over, and students flooded the parking lot as they made their way to their cars. The pair parted ways with a promise to ditch school again one day. Stiles disappeared back into the school, and (Y/N) waited for Isaac to come out of hiding, which she had done for the past week. Yet, time passed, and there was no sign of the blond boy. He’d taken to appear while the crowd was heavy in order to conceal himself, but the parking lot emptied, and he didn’t come out.

Dread washed over her as she pulled out her phone to call him, worry swimming through her veins as the call was sent to voicemail. All she could think of was the worst thing that could happen. Her family had finally caught him, and he was currently being tortured for answers, or worse, he was already dead.

Her vision blurred with tears as the thoughts flooded her mind, guilt gripping tightly around her throat. She had already begun to blame herself for Isaac’s supposed capture. If she hadn’t been his friend, they would never have been able to pin him. Once more, she had gotten too close to someone and had put their lives in danger. As hard as she had tried to protect him, she had failed.

She zoomed through the streets as she made her way home, praying to whatever was out there that Isaac was in her house and had, for some reason, forgotten to charge his phone. As much as she wanted to think positively, she had never been wired that way. (Y/N) had been taught to think of everything that could go wrong in a situation, no matter how unnecessary it could be. Her mind flooded with thoughts of losing the one person she had fully trusted for the first time in many years. She could hear him calling for help, pulling his weight in whatever fight had ensued, giving it his all until there was nothing left to give. But it all ended the same way. With Isaac either hurt or dead.

As soon as she arrived at her house, she dropped her bike on the grass like it had burned her, not caring if it smashed into pieces as it hit the ground. She knew her parents weren’t home. Not only was their car gone, but the family also had them occupied every second of the day. The girl had free range to turn the house over to find her friend.

“Isaac?!” she yelled, waiting for a response that never came. “Isaac, are you here?”

She ran to the basement, not even noticing when her dog had joined her side. Brody barked to catch her attention, but she was focused on her parents’ office. (Y/N) clicked through their computers, searching for any hint in their calendars, any clue in their messages, anything. But there wasn’t even a post-it note out of place. Everything they knew, she had known long before them.

But she couldn’t stop there. If her family had anything to do with Isaac, there would be no evidence. She had to confront them face-to-face and deal with the repercussions afterward. (Y/N) fished for the key of her parents’ weapons cabinet, arming herself with whatever she’d need to take down whoever stood in her way. Even if she got hurt, she would not go down without a fight. The Argents had gone long enough without paying for the things they had done, and it was about time they did.

As she strapped a rifle to her back, she heard a stumble on the floor above. Whoever had been sent to her home had caught the short stick that day. Red anger flowed through her veins as she walked silently up the basement stairs, a handgun tight in her grasp and her loyal dog slowly behind. Nearing the door, she removed the safety from the gun and braced herself.

“Woah, woah!” Isaac yelled as she burst through the door, a gun deadest on him. “It’s just me, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) ran toward the boy without a second thought and wrapped her arms around him tightly.  He was there, unharmed, and staring at her like she had gone crazy. “Where were you?” she cried, tears burning her eyes and making their way down her cheeks. “Why didn’t you answer my calls?”

“My phone died,” he said, holding her tighter still. “What did you think happened? Where are you going with al this ammo.”

“You weren’t at school or answering the phone, and I thought my family… I didn’t know.”

“Were you about to light up your family to find me, (Y/N)?” he chuckled, cradling her face in his hands and wiping away her tears with his thumbs. “Are you crazy?”

“Maybe,” she laughed hoarsely. “I didn’t really have a plan in mind. I just couldn’t let them get away with hurting you.”

“Well, I can safely say, stand down, soldier,” he teased. “My phone died, and I was meeting with Erica and Boyd. I would have left you a note, but you left school before I did.”

“Yeah, well, I needed to cool off,” she sighed, taking off the gun she was wearing and dropping the rest of her weapons on the hallway table. “These past few weeks… I just needed a break, and Stiles happened to be there.”

“So, what? He’s your new best friend?” Isaac grumbled as he slouched onto the sofa. “What if something had happened while you were with him? At least at school, you’re kinda protected, but out there? Who knows?”

“You do know I can protect myself, right?” (Y/N) chuckled as she sat next to him. “I may not have supernatural strength or healing, or even claws, but guns and knives can also do the trick.”

“Those healing scratches on your face would beg to differ.”

“I’d like to see any of you guys pull your weight in a fight without all those abilities,” the girl teased. “I, at least, can’t be paralyzed by the Kanima. So, I think I can protect myself good enough.”

“Whatever,” he mumbled under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest and furrowing his brow in annoyance.

But she knew Stiles and her recklessness weren’t exactly what he was worried about. Behind his blue eyes, she could see something else was setting a dark cloud over him. There was worry that hung heavy on his shoulders and concerns that stole his sleep at night. Too many questions ran through the boy’s mind, and no one seemed to have given him the right one.

“Come on,” she said, bumping her shoulder against his. “Tell me what’s really going on.”

Isaac sighed deeply, resting his head on her lap like he had started to do when he needed comfort. “Boyd and Erica are leaving,” he responded. “With everything that’s going on, I don’t blame them. Not having anyone while we’re being chased to our deaths… it’s a suicide mission. Leaving might just be the only choice.”

“Is that what you think? That you’re alone in this?’ 

“(Y/N), you know I can’t stay here forever,” Isaac reminded her. “We’re lucky I haven’t been caught so far, but your parents are gonna notice sooner or later. I don’t want to put you in a position where you’d have to go against them like you were planning on doing today.”

“Why not, Isaac? I can talk to my dad, and we can find a way to keep you safe. Hell, we could keep Erica and Boyd safe, too. With Allison looking for you guys, it’s not smart to be out in the open by yourselves. I’m sure that with his help…”

“I can’t keep putting you in this position,” he exclaimed. As he sat up, (Y/N)noticed the tears that reddened his eyes. She could tell he was terrified. He had no home, no pack, and an alpha that seemed more lost than he was. The only thing he was sure of was that staying with his best friend made him a sitting duck and a perfect target for her family. “You know, there was a time when I thought my biggest problem would be my father. I never thought that the one thing that got me away from him was the thing that put me in the most danger. “You’ve done more than you can imagine, (Y/N),” he smiled sadly. “But I can’t keep putting you in danger like this. The best thing I can do for all of us is go.”

(Y/N) was quick to wrap the boy in a hug as matching tears fell from her eyes. “I can’t lose you, Isaac,” she said. “We’ll figure this out. Just… you can’t go.”

“There’s nothing else I can do,” he replied softly. “Not that I can think of anyway.”

“Please stay,” she mumbled against his chest. Her voice came out weak and exhausted as she was no longer able to be strong. It had taken (Y/N) so long to find someone she could confidently call her friend finally, and in a matter of months, she was going to lose him. She felt as though the universe was telling her that she wasn’t made for relationships. “I need you, Isaac.”

The pair stayed in each other’s arms as they calmed, unsure what direction they’d be taking next. Isaac hadn’t had someone care about him as strongly as (Y/N) did in a long time. He had forgotten love and care could come from a soft touch and not the hard slap of a punishment. She had reminded him that life wasn’t that scary when there was someone by your side, especially someone that was willing to go against her family in order to keep him safe. The last thing Isaac wanted was to lose her—much less leave her with her while danger still lurked through every corner—but staying only made things worse for her. He knew, no matter how hard, the best decision was to go.

“I’ll talk to Scott tomorrow,” he whispered instead. “Maybe he’ll have an idea of what I could do.”

“Alright,” she sighed against him. “Just be careful, okay? I don’t know what’s going on with him and Gerard, but he seems to always want to do the right thing.”

“I will,” he promised. “But why don’t we go to sleep now? I have a feeling tomorrow is gonna be a very long day.”

Isaac couldn’t seem to catch sleep at all. He watched as (Y/N) tossed and turned next to him, her own nightmares keeping her stuck in dreamland while his kept him wide-eyed.

Before her, he didn’t care to stay in Beacon Hills—hell, he didn’t care if he lived or died. After his brother died and his father’s temper took a turn for the worse, there wasn’t much that tied him to the town. He wasn’t particularly good at school; without his supernatural strength and speed, he wasn’t that good at sports either. Now, his father was dead as well, and he had no home to call his own. Isaac was the perfect candidate for a runaway. Even if he was gone, the town would continue on as if nothing had happened.

Night turned to morning as Isaac tried to succumb to his tiredness, time somehow speeding when all he wanted was for it to stop. (Y/N) was still dead asleep, her arm wrapped around Brody as they both snored softly. If there was anyone that cared about what happened to him, it was her. And she was the only person in the town he truly wanted to protect.

Before she could wake, the boy slipped a t-shirt over his sweatshirt and jumped out the window with his backpack on his back. He still wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but if he decided to leave, a clean break was the best way to do it. Isaac knew if he told (Y/N) he was possibly leaving, she’d find a way to make him stay. Or, even worse, try to go with him. He had to make a choice by that night, even if it hurt.

He knew Scott would be in his usual shift at the vet’s office, and it was a good time as any to pick at his brain about the situation. The door was unlocked when he got there, and he let himself in, flinching as the dogs quickly started barking the second he was inside.

When Deaton and Scott walked around the corner, he was sure they would throw him out. He hadn’t proven to be a good person, much less an ally, and he could understand if they wanted him gone. Instead, the doctor welcomed him warmly, allowing him to join them in the exam room, where the foulest odor reached his nose.

Laying on the stainless-steel table was a small white dog, weakened by whatever sickened it and the very source of the smell. The poor animal whimpered as Deaton injected something into it, and try as he might, Isaac couldn’t help but grimace at the odor. “Why does it smell like that?”

The colleagues looked at each other with knowing smiles before Deaton said, “Scott said almost the same thing to me a few months ago. One day, he could somehow tell the difference between which animals were getting better and which… were not.”

“He’s not getting better, is he?” Isaac questioned, a sudden wave of sadness rushing through him as the doctor confirmed his suspicions. “Like cancer.”

Sickness had a very distinct smell, Isaac learned. It was bitter and musty, almost like smelling a batch of fruit that had been left to ferment for months. The scent gripped his nose, painting the walls of his nostrils with a sample of what came next. Death. And all he wanted to do was to save the poor mutt from it.

“I know you’re well aware of what your new abilities can do for you,” Deaton said after calling the boy closer. “Improved strength, speed, and healing. You ever wonder what it could do for others?”

The vet guided Isaac’s hand onto the dog, pressing it firmly against his skin. Suddenly, black rushed through his veins, crackling under the pressure of whatever was filling his body. “What did I do?” he asked in surprise, feeling as the ooze sank into him.

“You took some of his pain away,” Scott smiled. It was an overwhelming sensation for him. Even if it had been only a little, like Deaton said, it had done a lot for the small pup. Tears welled in the corners of his eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to be able to take more. “It’s okay. First time he showed me, I cried, too.”

But they were tears of joy. Tears of accomplishment. Derek had only been teaching the pack how to be defensive, how to protect themselves and people around them from whatever dangers lurked in the shadows. Yet, there was a world of knowledge waiting for him, and Derek didn’t seem to want to show it to him. At least not while the Kanima was around.

Deaton left then to place the dog back in his kennel, and Isaac found it to be the perfect time to talk to Scott. “They’re leaving tonight,” he said as Scott cleaned. “After the game.”

“So, why are you telling me?”

“I’m not telling you. I’m asking you,” Isaac responded. “I’m asking for your advice.”

“From me?” Scott asked, dumbfounded. “Why?”

“Because I trust you, and so does (Y/N),” he admitted. “She said you always seem to want to do the right thing, and I agree with her.”

“I usually have no idea what I’m doing,” Scott shrugged. “Actually, I never have an idea of what I’m doing.”

“Well, do you want to let me know what you’re doing now?”

“I’m not going anywhere if that’s what you mean. I have too many people here who need me.”

And those were the words that struck the deepest chord in Isaac. “I guess that makes me lucky ‘cause…” he chuckled sadly. “‘Cause I only have one person, and I’m doing her more harm than good by staying.”

As he stood to leave, Scott stopped him. “Are you gonna go with them?”

“Yeah,” was all he could think to answer. “Yeah, I think I will. Good luck with the game, though.”

“Well, thanks, but I’m not going either. Can’t think about playing some meaningless game right now.”

“You weren’t at practice last week, were you?” Isaac questioned. “And you didn’t hear? Jackson was there as if nothing had happened.”

“That means… the game tonight?”

“Yeah. He’s playing,” he said. “I thought someone would have told you by now.”

“Yeah, no. N-no one did,” he stammered. “You’re sure about this?”

“Mhm, it was one of the last practices I went to before (Y/N) told me Allison had grown the manhunt. It stopped being safe for me to be there. I’ve been hiding out at her place ever since.”

“Is that why you think you’re putting her in danger? Because she cares about you?”

“It’s not what I think, Scott,” he sighed. “It’s what I know. I mean, you have to know what it’s like with Allison and everything. (Y/N) was ready to burst into her family’s house with guns because she thought they had taken me.”

“I don’t know what it’s like,” he answered meekly. 

“What do you mean?”

“Allison, as much as she says she loves me, was quick to turn on me when she was lied to about her mom’s death. She’s never believed in us as strongly as (Y/N) has,” Scott admitted. “If there’s anyone you should stay for, it’s her.”

Scott’s words hung heavy in Isaac’s mind as he walked through town, not really sure where to go. Erica and Boyd were more than likely either at Derek’s old family home or already long gone. He couldn’t go to Derek, not when he had something—someone—more important. Being cared for may have been something Isaac had forgotten, but there was someone making sure he remembered it.

He waited until he was sure he wouldn’t be caught before jumping through the window he had left through some hours before, expecting to find the room empty. Instead, he found a frantic (Y/N), sending her phone flying in his direction and tears falling down her cheeks.

“Where the hell have you been?” she exclaimed, her words hoarse from the crying. “I’ve been calling you for hours!”

“Sorry,” he shrugged. “I turned off my phone.”

“I thought you were gone, Isaac,” she cried. “I thought you had taken your things and were never coming back.”

“To be honest, I thought I was,” he confessed weakly. “I really thought the best thing would be if I just left without a trace—that it’d be safer for you in the long run.”

“Are you crazy? I was worried sick that something had happened to you. If Allison…”

“None of that happened, okay?” Isaac said as he crossed the room toward her. He placed one hand on her arm and another on her cheek, stopping her body from shaking. “And I’ve decided to stay. I’m gonna fight this to the last consequence.”

(Y/N) looked up at him with teary eyes, relief finally washing over her as she confirmed that Isaac was there, that he was real. “You’re not alone, Isaac,” she said. “Neither are Erica nor Boyd. You just have to let people help. I know it’s a lot, and it’s scary, but you’re not alone.”

“I know that,” the boy smiled. “I know I have you on my side and that the best thing we can do is protect each other. I’m sorry it took me so long to understand that.”

“I thought you were gone for real this time,” (Y/N) confessed after a moment of silence. “I didn’t know what to do. I even almost called Derek.”

“He wouldn’t have done anything,” Isaac sighed. “He made himself clear. Once we left, we were on our own. After everything he’s told us, I don’t know what he’s thinking.”

“I think he’s just scared. Facing all of this while taking care of you guys cannot be an easy task,” she said. “I think he wants to protect everyone but doesn’t know how to. Just because he looks older doesn’t mean he is—he’s learning as he goes, just like us.”

Isaac chuckled softly as a warm smile tugged the corners of his mouth. “How can you still be so kind to him after he broke your heart?” he asked. “You should be cursing him out, not seeing his side of things.”

“I’d like to think he had a reason for what he did,” she responded, trying her best to hide her real hurt. “I’d like to think maybe one day things will get better.”

“You’re too kind for your own good,” he said. “You’re something else, (Y/N) Argent.

And for a second, for a split second, his eyes fluttered to her lips. His heart beat loudly against his chest and he felt the sudden urge to know what the pink of her skin tasted like. He wondered if she’d gasp at the suddenness. If perhaps she’d push him away or maybe even kiss him back. All he had to do was move a couple of inches toward her and he could lay his questions to rest.

“You should get ready for the game then,” (Y/N) said, breaking him out of thought as she jumped away from him, pulling out his jersey from her dresser. “If anything is gonna go down, it’s gonna start there. I can feel it.”

“Won’t your family know you’re there as a traitor? I mean, it’s not like you’ve been very active in their work.”

“They won’t kill me in public,” she said. “And if they try, they’ll have one hell of a fight coming for them.”

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[its-an-obsession]

Sweet Nothings

Teen Wolf Masterlist | Full Masterlist 

Summary: One thing about Scott McCall is that he loved little acts of service. If you needed help with something, Scott was there to help. Before dating Scott, the two of you had been best friends, cliche I know. It didn't matter if you and Scott had been together for almost a year, he continued to show his affection. It was always that little things that made the two of you as a couple.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Liam Dunbar -> Your Younger Brother

Warnings: none

Scott McCall x-reader

(5th Grade - Third Person View)

"Hey, look at this," a little Y/N Dunbar picked up a rock. It was shaped in almost a perfect triangle. Scott opened his hand. Y/N set the unique stone in his hand. He smiled, running a finger over the edges. "It's so cool," he grinned. Y/N responded with one as well, her hands in the pocket of her skirt.

I spy with my little tired eye, tiny as a firefly A pebble that we picked up last July. Down deep inside your pocket We almost forgot it Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

They were having a Fourth of July celebration at the lake. Y/N's father was setting up the fireworks on the dock for that evening. "How do you think this happened?" Scott sat on the hammock, holding up the rock. Y/N shrugged her shoulders and sat down beside him. They swung on the hammock.

Y/N moved her legs back and forth, trying to make the hammock go a little higher. She gripped onto the hem of the fabric. She watched her baby brother, Liam, play with Mrs. McCall. Liam played with some dirt while Melissa tried to prevent him from eating it. "Oh, does your brother eat dirt?" Scott pursed his lips.

"What? No," Y/N laughed, shaking her head. "Yes, he does," Scott shoved her shoulder. Y/N shook her head again and shoved his shoulder just like he did. Their little wrestling match was interrupted.

They said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're pushing and shoving

Y/N's mother called them over for dinner. "Race ya," Scott said. He jumped from the hammock and bolted to the table. Y/N followed after him. She joined him at the table, grinning when her mother handed her a plate of food. "Thanks, mama," Y/N said, taking a big sip of the Lemonade.

Scott reached across the table to grab the ketchup. Melissa slapped his hand, reminding him of his manners. She set the bottle beside his plate. Scott shrunk in his seat and let Mr. Dunbar put ketchup on his hotdog. "Thank you," Scott said. Y/N's father rubbed Scott's brown hair. Scott brought his arms up, pushing the man's hands away.

Y/N giggled at her best friend. She moved to the side before Scott could push her. "Do we need to remind the two of you to keep your hands to yourself?" Mrs. Dunbar said. "No, ma'am," the two kids responded. She smiled, handing her husband a bottle of beer.

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(8th Grade - Third Person View)

Y/N kicked the soccer ball to Liam, then dodged when he kicked. She was always surprised at how good he was at soccer. "You wanna snack?" Y/N trapped the ball underneath her foot. Liam nodded and took off his flannel. Y/N smiled and walked into her house.

Scott was standing in the kitchen, helping Mrs. Dunbar bake some cookies. Scott was humming some song he heard on the radio, Sweet Nothings by Taylor Swift to be exact. Scott's smile grew when he saw Y/N walk in. "I saved the spoon for you to have the cookie dough," Scott held the wooden spoon.

You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

"My favorite part," she grabbed the spoon from him. Scott mixed the chocolate into a separate bowl as Y/N ate the dough. Mrs. Dunbar put a cookie sheet into the oven after Scott finished with the chocolate. Y/N grabbed some chips for herself and Liam.

"Why don't you two go play with Liam. I'll call you in when the cookies are done," Y/N's mother said. Y/N nodded and took Scott's hand. They ran outside to see Liam playing with the ball like it was a basketball. "That's not how you play, Liam," Scott opened the bag of chips.

Liam ran over. Y/N handed her brother a bag of chips. "What do you guys want to do after this?" Scott asked. "We could play hide and go seek," Y/N suggested, her voice muffled by the chips.

Both boys said that was a pretty good idea. After finishing their snacks, they played a quick game of soccer before switching to hide and go-seek. "Ten, eleven, twelve," Scott counted. He covered his eyes, standing behind a thick oak tree.

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(12th Grade - Y/N's Point of View)

It was the Fourth of July, but this time Scott and I were a couple. We stayed at the same lake house we went to every Fourth of July. The two of us were lying on the dock, looking up at the sky. "I'm thinking of a number between six and ten," Scott said. "Uh, five," I guessed. "Correct," he pointed at me.

He kissed me on the cheek. I smiled, resting my head against his shoulder. "I wanted to read you something," Scott said. He sat up from his spot and brushed his hands on his shorts. He pulled out a sheet of crumpled notebook paper. Scott cleared his throat. "Violets are blue, roses are red," Scott read.

On the way home I wrote a poem You say, "What a mind" This happens all the time

I withheld my laugh, pressing my lips together. He looked up from the paper with raised brows. "What?" he said. "What a mind," I shook my head in amusement. "Are you making fun of me?" he dropped his hands. I shook my head again, not wanting to say anything. "You are so laughing at me," Scott said.

"I'm not laughing at you, Scott," I insisted. "You are," he smirked, leaning in. He held my face, bringing me in for a kiss. I smiled into the kiss as Scott set a hand on my waist to bring me closer. "Hey, guess what I still have?" he said. Scott reached into his pocket again.

My eyes grew when he pulled out the same triangle-shaped rock from when we were ten. He set it into my hand. "I can't believe you still have it," I said. The rock's surface was still smooth from when we first found it. I had no idea that he kept it all these years.

"Of course I still have it," Scott said, "I knew when you gave it to me that I loved you." My brows furrowed. "Scott, we were ten," I said. "I know. I love you like Stiles loves Star Wars," he shrugged.

'Cause they said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're pushing and shoving You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was nothing

I laughed, kissing him again. "Y/N/N, Scotty! Dinner!" Melissa shouted. Scott sighed against my lips, not wanting to get up. I leaned back with a smirk on my face. "Race ya," I jumped up from the dock, hearing the boards creak as I ran over them. I looked behind me to see him gaining up on me.

"What? You're cheating," I said, referencing his werewolf abilities. He beat me just by a second. My mom set up a plate for me and Scott, putting it on the picnic table. Scott and I sat side by side, as usual, facing the sunset. I took a long sip of my Lemonade and handed Scott the ketchup before he could reach across the table.

He shot me a wink and put ketchup on the hotdog. I handed him a napkin just as a drop of ketchup fell onto his plate. "You need a bib, Scott?" Liam said from the end of the table. Scott looked up and glared at my younger brother. Liam gave him a look back and went back to eating his dinner.

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more" To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

After eating, Scott and I sat at the edge of the dock. My father and grandfather were setting up the final touches on the fireworks. A few seconds went by and a burst flew into the air. I felt the cold water hit my toes.

"You wanna go in?" Scott gestured to the water. I smirked in agreement. I took off my romper, leaving me in my favorite swimsuit. We watched the fireworks go off one by one from the water. Colors upon colors glided into the air, reds, golds, blues, greens, and purples.

Scott watched as my face lit up. He splashed me every so often. "Dude," I said, splashing him back. It fell quiet between us as we saw the fireworks go off. I could hear my family cheer at the different colors. Scott tapped me on the shoulder, making me look at him.

They said the end is coming Everyone's up to something I find myself running home to your sweet nothings Outside, they're pushing and shoving You're in the kitchen humming All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

"Wha-" my sentence was cut short by the feeling of Scott's lips on mine. He set a hand on the back of my head. "I love you," he said, pushing hair away from my face. "I love you too," I smiled.

[xoxostiles]

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| I’ll say it again Stiles’s is soooo Golden retriever x black cat |

( Also sorry about not being active! I try and post or reblog something everyday, but I accidentally got logged out of this account! Now we’re back tho Lmao)

[renjunniex]

Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader Series

Party Guessed

Omega Part 1 | Omega Part 2 | Shape Shifted | Ice Pick | Abomination | Venomous | Frenemy | Restraint | Raving | Fury

Prompt: Scott is hurt, Jackson isn't easy to stop, Lydia's birthday is coming up. And to top it all off, the full moon is tonight.

a/n: I read through this once and edited it so I hope I got all the mistakes

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It took a while but Isaac had finally calmed you down, Erica had left and even though Stiles wanted to stay because he was worried about you, Isaac had convinced him that he would take care of you.

"Are you sure?"

By now you had yourself tucked into Isaac as Stiles talked to you. You nodded wiping your tears away, "Yeah, Stiles, I'm fine. You should go home and rest. I need to find Scott and then I will too." He hesitated again before slowly nodding, you didn't see it but Isaac and Stiles had shared a knowing glance like some kind of exchange that just said 'make sure she's safe'.

Stiles had finally left and it was just you two. You guys sat in silence and he just caressed your hair. Even though no words were being exchanged between you, it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable. Even with all the dried tears on your face and the sniffles, it felt right to be there with him.

"How you doing, baby?"

You were startled by the nickname, you had heard him call you that while you were whaling but you hadn't thought he would keep calling you that. "What happened to 'your favorite girl'?" Your voice was so hoarse and it hurt to talk but you couldn't help but joke.

He chuckled at your question, "You can still be my favorite girl and be called baby."

You giggled, "I know, just teasing."

He smiled softly at you, you were still in his arms curled together on the floor. His hand was on your cheek, his thumb brushing your cheekbone, "Nice to see you back to yourself, if you're ready we can walk to the station, Derek will probably take Scott there after." You tilted your head up, nodding lightly, "Yeah, I'm ready."

Sure enough when Isaac and you reached the Hale pack hide out both Derek and Scott were there.

"Scott! Are you okay?" You crashed into the boy's back, who let out a gasp from the impact. He turned around and his eyes widened, "Have you been crying, what's wrong?"

"She was worried about you," Isaac had caught up with you, standing behind you two. "But I'm okay now, you're okay so everything is good," you hugged the boy once more. When you pulled away, you noticed Derek staring off into space, "You guys were having a serious moment, weren't you?" Scott tilted his as if he wanted to say no but in reality it was a yes.

"We can't save Jackson." Your head snapped to Isaac and then back to Scott, "I'm sorry what?"

"We can't seem to kill him either," Derek mumbled. "I've seen a lot of things Scott. I've never seen anything like this. Every full moon is just gonna make him stronger."

"Then how do we stop him?"

The Alpha shrugged, "I don't know."

"Maybe you should just let the Argents handle it then," you chimed in sitting on a chair.

"I'm the one who turned him, it's my fault."

"Yeah but you didn't turn him into this," Scott argued, "This happened because of something in his past, right?"

"That's a legend in a book. It's not that simple." You crossed your arms in annoyance, "What do you mean?"

"What are you not telling us," Scott asked at the same time as you.

"Why do you think I'm always keeping something from you?"

"Because you always ARE keeping something from us!" The both of your voices had resonated, it had even startled Isaac. "Well, maybe I do it to protect you."

"Doesn't being part of your pack mean no more secrets," Scott asked quietly.

"Go home, Scott. Take (Y/N) too. Sleep. Heal. Make sure your friends are safe. Cause the full moon is coming and with the way things are going, I got a feeling it's gonna be a rough one."

~

It was officially spring break and that meant Lydia's birthday was almost here. Much to your surprise, there was a box on your porch from the red haired girl. She had sent you a dress to wear to her party tonight. You thought it was sweet considering you two weren't really friends. You were planning on going to her party so the gesture made some sense, unfortunately, you would have to leave early due to the full moon.

Derek had asked you to find something for the Betas to get through their first full moon, he had mentioned a spell and while you couldn't find anything like that you were able to find a type of potion to deprive them of their senses and calm their minds.

This morning you had decided you should probably pay the newly formed pack a visit, especially since you needed to let Derek know what you found and your plan. Which is why as soon as you got up and got dress you were on your way to the abandoned station.

You walked down just in time to here the pack talking once more, you did always seem to do that. "It's a spiral. Reminds us that we can all rise to one or fall to another. Betas can become Alphas, but Alphas can also fall to Betas or even Omegas," Derek explained.

"Like Scott?" Isaac stood looking at Derek.

"Scott's with us."

"Really? Then where is he now?" Derek looked at the Beta, "He's looking for Jackson. Don't worry, he's not gonna have it easy tonight either. None of us will. There's a price you pay for this kind of power." Derek picked up the chains, which you had recognized to be the same ones you had seen before, "You get the ability to heal. But tonight you're gonna want to kill anything you can find."

You had walked further into the room as Erica joked, "Good thing I had my period last week, then?"

You saw Derek pull out another chain, this one had a large circle and spikes on it, "Well this one's for you." You cleared your throat to let your presence be known and the whole pack turned towards you. Derek had nodded at you, like a peace offering on some kind, "Did you find it?"

You pointed at him, "The spell, no. But I did find this potion type thing that's able to deprive someone of their senses for purposes like this.

Derek looked relieved, "Thank you, do you have it?" You shook your head, "No, it takes a little bit of time to prepare and I just found it the other day. Deaton is helping me though to make sure it's perfect, should be ready tonight."

"Okay, thank you, bring Scott tonight, I might need some help." You hissed slightly, "Oh, yeah that might be a problem."

"What do you mean?"

You sat on a crate nearby as you began to explain, "Well you see, Lydia's birthday is tonight and Allison and Stiles are making us go. So Scott's gonna probably be busy with that and the whole finding Jackson thing." Derek had given you a deadpanned look, unimpressed by your answer. You raised your hands in defense, "Hey, don't look at me like that, they're making me. Lydia's even pressuring me," you leaned forward like you were gossiping to a group of best friends, "She sent me a dress and it was on my front porch this morning. I mean now I have to go, right?"

You scanned the room and almost everybody in the room was amused by your words, except for of course Derek. You sighed, "Don't worry, I'll be here to drop off the potion stuff tonight, I'm not gonna stay there for very long." Derek finally excepting defeat and just nodded walking away.

Erica and Boyd starting to converse from across the room and Isaac made his way to you slowly. You stood quickly, trying to play it off as best as you could. He made you nervous, especially now that you could let your guard down around him.

"You're going to a party?" You nodded slowly, confused since you had just finished talking about it, but when you looked up into his eyes, you saw it.

Jealousy.

"And Stiles and Scott are going too, right?" You nodded once more this time slightly more amused. "Yes, they are even if they weren't going you don't need to worry, I'm not gonna go around dancing with guys." His eyes widened as he realized he had been caught. You grabbed his hands softly pulling him a little closer and whispered, "When you get this whole full moon thing down, there will be nothing stopping you from being my plus one to every party."

Your words had gotten him flustered, you could see it in his eyes and in the way his cheeks glowed a little redder. It was like the old days, with the soft shy Isaac you knew before, "Walk me out?" He nodded his eyes just focused on you like a trance.

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You had gotten ready for Lydia's party, of course wearing the dress she had given you, and you were at the clinic before you met up with Scott and Stiles.

"So, you added a little bit of rosemary to the water and then what," you asked watching as Deaton crushed the rosemary and threw it in the bowl. "Evening primrose, it's native to America and the oil extracted has been know to be quite anti-inflammatory. When combine with a Nymph's magical energy it was discovered to be able to affect supernatural species however they choose depending on the concoction," he laid whole petals into the water.

He turned and opening a cabinet, pulling out a Bunsen burner and rigging the small bowl above it. He looked at you and pointed to the bowl, "Rosemary is known to heighten concentration and memory, it will allow them to remember their human side more. Normally you would want to let the flowers ferment in the water for a week to allow the water to naturally be flavored."

You looked at him as he turned on the flame, then water instantly starting to steam, "But since we don't have time for that, heating the water will just have to do, it won't be as effective but with Derek and you there I'm sure it'll do the job." He gave you a smile before sliding your book over to you.

"You mean with Derek there, I'm still useless in a fight," you muttered, you felt a hand on your shoulder and you saw Deaton open the book. "Not anymore, I'm going to help you learn a basic offensive spell that uses a similar technique to your barriers. Since you've become more familiar with that and your natural talent, it should pretty easy for you to catch on." Your hand gripped the table, finally, you wouldn't be useless. You could actually hold your own, protect your friends.

"Okay, what do I do?"

He guided you away from the table and into the open space, he stood next to you. "For the most basic offensive technique you keep your hands here," he showed you, his elbows bent and his palms facing out, "You then will push out like your pushing someone away from you."

You copied the movement that you were very well acquainted with, considering you were constantly pushing Stiles around. "This doesn't seem that hard," you commented.

"The movement no, the build-up and timing will be."

You gave the man a confused glance, "What do you mean?"

"You essentially have to build up, in simple terms, your magic power to use this. What you're doing is using the amount of power you allow to either push an opponent back or even strike them. If you don't put enough magic pressure into, you could very well die to an enemy."

Your lips pursed, "Ah, there's the catch, it's never gonna be easy is it?" He chuckled, "No, unfortunately for you, your powers are all about balance. It's all tedious strategy and technique. Now try for real, let your power run through your veins and into your palms," he gestured into the open area.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, trying to feel every ounce of the power you spent so long keeping down. It felt like a weight had been lifted and you felts tingles in your hands. You took the stance and pushed with as much force... nothing.

You tried again.

Nothing.

"Why can't I get it," you groaned.

"Relax, you have time. When you build a barrier what do you do?" You huffed at his question, crossing your arms, "Well, I imagine the energy flowing around whatever it is, that seems to work best." He nodded and pointing, "You see, just as I had said to Stiles, the imagination is a wonderous thing, do that and try again."

Shaking your limbs out to loosen up, you took another breath. A few nervous hops later and you brought yourself into the stance once more. You went through the motions, this time even with your eyes opened, you imagine the same iridescent glow you're used to. You pushed it out and this time...

You felt a blast whish passed you, blowing your hair. Everything on the shelves rumbled and shook, clattering around. "Yes! I did it!"

"And just in time too, the water is ready. All we need is just a spark of your power and it'll be good to go." He had bottled the waters into small vials and raised them up to you. Maybe it was the happiness of everything but without even thinking you raised your hand and instantly the vials shined your usual iridescence. When you realized what you did, your eyes widened, "It seems you're becoming more comfortable with who you are," Deaton smiled, "Now, I believe you have a party to go to."

~

"Hey! Allison! Wait up!"

The dark haired girl turned around to see you running, well trying to at least, to her. You were in heels and while you didn't have problems with walking, anything faster was immediately not as easy. "Damn it! Why did she send me a dress," you complained adjusting the fabric, "Normally I wouldn't say anything but tonight is not the night for me to be wearing something even slightly inconvenient."

She laughed at you giving you her arm, which you gratefully took, "You're still helping Derek tonight?" You nodded patting your little purse which held the vials, "Yep, sadly Derek created a problem that he needs others to help fix." Allison nodded along, "Yeah it feels like this whole semester has been about Derek and his pack."

You scoffed, "Tell me about it. We also never get to hang out anymore either so it makes it that much more impossible to not focus on the Derek problem." Allison smiled at you, you two really hadn't been that close recently. When she first came to Beacon Hills, you had easily befriended her (mainly for Scott you will admit) and even though she had hung out with Lydia and Jackson, it never deterred you from the girl. She was truly your closest girl friend if you were being frank.

"Well I'm glad you're here, I've missed being able to hang out," she said tugging you further up the driveway. You reached Lydia's front door where she had greeted you both with a smile, a smile that made you slightly uneasy. You chalked it up to the fact that you just weren't close with the girl and went back to scanning the room for Jackson, and your best friends.

"I'm gonna do a walk of the house, see if he's wandering about," Allison said pointed in the distance. She started walking off when you nodded, "I'm gonna look for the boys, be careful."

"You too."

She was now gone and you once more let your eyes wander the backyard, this time you had actually seen the two boys you were looking for. They had just made they're way outside when you reached them, "Hey."

They acknowledged you, "Have you seen Allison?" You nodded at Scott, "Yeah, we came in together." Scott went to ask you another question but he was quickly shut down by the clicking of heels, you turned to see Allison walking back up to you, "Uh, Jackson's not here."

"Yeah, no one's here," Stiles observed the backyard and he was right, it was eerily quiet. "Maybe it's just early," Scott suggested.

"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town wack job," Stiles expressed. You kissed your teeth and gestured to the boy in agreement, your eyebrows raised. "Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks," Allison said.

"She's completely ignored Stiles for the past ten years," Scott argued and shrugged. Stiles tried to defend himself, "I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar." You rolled your eyes, "Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night."

Scott made an unconvinced look, "We don't owe her a party."

"What about the chance to get back to normal?" The question shocked Scott, "Normal?"

"She wouldn't be the town wack job if it wasn't for us," Allison countered. You held up your hand, "Now hold on. First, just want to clarify, not against throwing her a party, it's her birthday. But it's not our fault she's gone coocoo for Coco Puffs, alright? That was all on Peter. Peter is the reason any of us are even in this mess to begin with, so she can blame him like the rest of us."

There was a silence after you made your point and you broke it once more, "Now that I've made my point let's throw her a good party," you said offering Allison your support.

"I guess I could use my co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here," Scott had relented. Stiles nodded as well, "Yeah, I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like really going." He dug into his pocket for his phone and Allison tilted her head, "Who?"

"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party."

You chuckled catching on to who he was referring to, "Well then I'm sure this party is going to be in good hands. Chop, chop, people, let's go."

Soon enough Stiles' and Scott's called guests had made it and now the party was much more lively, you were pretty sure you could slip out now without Lydia noticing. You were standing with Stiles and Scott, watching as Allison stood across the pool with Lydia.

"Are you gonna apologize to Allison or what," Stiles asked. Scott's head snapped up to look at the boy, "Why should I apologize?"

"Because you're the guy. It's what we do," Stiles pointed out. You snorted at his answer and it caught both your best friend's attentions, "More like, you've made her feel ignored for the past couple of weeks."

"But I didn't do anything," Scott said cluelessly, you shook your head with a slight roll of your eyes as Stiles continues, "Well then you should definitely apologize. See, anytime a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong it means he's definitely done something wrong." You nodded this time, "Now, that, is true."

Scott grumbled, "I'm not apologizing." You nudged the boy slightly, "Is that the full moon talking, buddy." Scott looked at you and agreed, "Probably."

"Why do you guys care, anyway."

"Because, Scott, something's gotta go right here," Stiles emphasized, "I mean, we're getting our asses royally kicked, if you haven't noticed. People are dying. I got my dad fired. You're gonna be held back in school. This one is in love with a nut job," he gestured, "And so am I. If on top of all that, I gotta watch you lose Allison to a stalker like Matt, I'm gonna stab myself in the face."

"Hey, I'm not in love with Isaac," you exclaimed. Stiles scoffed, "Yeah, okay sure, I never said Isaac, Mrs. Denial." You went to argue again but was cut off by Scott standing, "You know what, you won't need to stab yourself in the face because I'm gonna do it for y-."

"Don't stab yourself in the face."

Both you and Stiles paused, looking at the Omega, "Why not?" Scott didn't look at Stiles, "Because Jackson's here." You three looked across the pool and there he was just staring at you guys. You blew out a stream of stressed air, "Alright, that's my cue to leave. You guys got this?" Both nodded wordlessly, keeping their eyes on Jackson.

~

Leaving the party was pretty easy actually, you got out like the Flash and now you had to deal with your anxiety of being in abandoned train car with three crazed out Betas. You had rushed into the car to see Erica and Boyd chained up in the back huffing from rage and Isaac and Derek in the front.

"Okay, so I see I might have been a little late," you said awkwardly.

Derek gave a pointed look, "Yeah, no kidding." Isaac however looked much more relaxed than before, still you could see he was definitely struggling. That's when you heard the two Betas in the back to cry and scream. The noise made you wince as you crouched down next to Derek and in front of Isaac.

"How do you not feel this," Isaac gritted his teeth.

"I feel every second of it," Derek had basically snarled. That didn't stop Isaac from shooting back, "Then how do you control it?"

"Find an anchor. Something meaningful. Bind yourself to it to keep the human side in control," Derek instructed tightening the chains, he jutted his chin out to other set on Isaac's other side and you got the message. You took the other chain and began to tighten it as best as you could.

"What is it for you?"

Derek took a pause before answering the Beta, "Anger. But it doesn't have to be that for everybody."

"You mean Scott?" You nodded slowly and whispered gently, "Scott's is Allison, even just the thought of her is able to calm him down." Derek indicated that you were right, "Alright, that should do it," he declared.

You opened your little shoulder clutch and grabbed the three vials, "Here, if you can get these two to take it now, it should help calm them down." You handed him two bottle and he nodded starting to get up but then he was interrupted by a loud break. Isaac had broken the seat holding his chain, he gave you both a knowing look.

"Go, get out of here," Derek urged you and before you panicked even more you opened the third vial you still had, "Take care of those two, I'll be okay." He didn't even respond as he was already moving to the back. You looked at Isaac who had sweat dripping from his forehead, "You need to go, it's not safe." You shook your head sitting on the chair, "Do you trust me?"

Isaac didn't even hesitate before agreeing, "Okay then I need you to drink this, okay?" He nodded and tilted his head back slightly and you poured it into his mouth, resting your hand in his hair to support his head.

"It might take a moment but it should kick in soon," you didn't get to see his reply because Derek had rushed towards you, grabbing your forearm and dragging you out of the train car. You could hear all their screams as Derek left a voicemail for Scott, "Hey Scott, could you call me back, I think I'm gonna need some help." Cue the violent and guttural growls and screams from Derek's pack.

"I thought you said it would help them?"

"It will but it's gonna take some time for it to kick in, it wasn't that strong since I couldn't properly prepare it."

Derek nodded, "Definitely gonna need some help." He unleashed his claws and walked inside the car. You followed closely and quietly behind, Derek had side stepped to stay out of Isaac's slash. You stayed in front, out of the away but also because your body ran cold, the sight of a blood thirsty Isaac terrified you.

Erica and Boyd had broken free and started advancing towards Derek. You had gotten distracted and hadn't even realized that Isaac also broke free until you heard the crunch of metal and the smash of glass. You lifted your hands up protecting your face from the flying shards, "Isaac!" He had already jumped out and you couldn't afford to take care of him yourself, not when Boyd and Erica were currently slashing at Derek, who was on the ground.

You had a clear shot to hit at least Boyd, maybe if you could get him off Derek, the Alpha would be able to fight off Erica himself. You focused your energy trying to make sure your blast was gonna be power and then when you were ready you pushed it out, watching as the glowing blast knocked Boyd off and made him forget about Derek. Only then did you realize that meant Boyd was now on you.

Derek had done exactly like you had thought and started to fight off Erica. You on the other hand were currently using small blasts to at least keep Boyd back. "Boyd, listen to me, I don't want to hurt you. Please, just calm down!" The Beta didn't listen, he snarled before raising his hand high to bring it down for a big slash. When he made a dash for you, you were prepared to feel something since you had no time to push him back.

But you never did.

Instead you heard another crash and felt someone shove passed you, you opened your eyes to see none other than Isaac holding Boyd down against the seat. He acknowledged Derek with a nod, letting him know he was in control. Things calm down once Derek had also knocked Boyd out and locked him and Erica back against the pole.

Isaac calmly sat in his old seat just staring forward, his eyes glowing. You sat next to the boy while Derek began to rechain him. "I think you'll be okay now," Derek started, "Looks like you found an anchor." You noticed in the corner of your eyes him direct his gaze at you but you paid no mind to it, only keeping your focus on the boy in chains.

"My father."

Your eyes widened. You didn't know what you were expecting as his answer but it certainly wasn't that. You saw the same confusion on Derek's face, "You father locked you in a freezer in the basement to punish you." He had said it as a statement but it sounded more like a question.

"He didn't use to."

Isaac set his hand down in his lap and Derek jangled the chains to confirm its security. "Go, take care of them, I got this," you said softly to the dark haired werewolf. He silently looked at you before walking away. You hesitated for just a moment and then you lightly rest your hand on top of Isaac's. "I'm glad you found an anchor, although I wasn't expecting it to be your dad." His head slowly rotating to you, "It's not."

You eyebrows scrunched and you tilted your head, "But you just said-."

"I lied."

Nodding slowly, you adjusted your position, sitting more comfortably, "Okay... then what's your anchor?"

"You."

"Me," you whispered, "but how-." He cut you off once more, "When I ran out, I heard your heartbeat pick up. You sounded so scared and I came back to myself instantly. I had to come back, to protect you, to make sure you were safe. Nothing else mattered." Your whole body dropped out of awe, you're sure you looked lovestruck by now. How do you not after hearing that?

"If it weren't for the audience back there and outside, I would totally kiss you right now."

The boy chuckled lightly, "Guess I have to wait until morning then."

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Changes pt 7 - Scott McCall x Reader

Pairing:Scott x Reader

Prompt:None just came to me brahh pt 6 (since the last part didn’t just come to me)

Warning: SMUUUUUUTTT SO MUCH SMUTTT EXPLICT BITCHESS!!!

Annnnnd thank you to my darling Beta @lets-imagine-fanfics who edited while I went to my brothers high school to yell at some teachers!

ENJOY!!!!

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“I’m sorry I tried to control myself, Y/N. Didn’t wanna make you cry…but right now, nothing sounds more tempting, than to hear you cry out my name.”  His words ran through you like fire, his head lowering so he could kiss your ankle.  

His hands slid up your thighs as he pressed kisses to your smooth legs. Your breathing was stuttering the higher up he kissed and when he licked a strip on the inside of your thigh you arched off the bed slightly a gasp making its way past your lips.  

He sat up as he continued straddling your lower legs, his breathing was heavy and his eyes were glowing. You sat up to join him, his eyes staring down at you as you nervously reached your hands out to his shirt.  

You began unbuttoning his silky smooth red shirt, leaving shy kisses on his torso as you went. He cradled your head as you got the last button, his eyes full of lust but also love. You slid your hands up his body until you reached his shoulders. You pushed the material off his body until he took over to throw it across the room  

The way he looked at you gave you enough courage to finally move from underneath him. You knelt up in front of him before grabbing the hem of your dress and pulling it over your body, unconsciously making sure your face didn’t touch the neckline.  

As you threw the dress away Scott started growling as he looked down at your body, his eyes scanned passed your bare chest to the Calvin’s Lydia had told you to wear. His reaction caused your confidence to grow tenfold.  

You turned around and crawled over to the head of the bed, checking over your shoulder to see Scott’s reaction. Pleased with the reaction you, went to sit down. However, before you could get off all fours Scott was behind you, his lips brushing against your ear.  

“I’m trying to take this slowly but you’re teasing me and if you continue I’m not gonna be able to stop myself from pinning you to the bed and fucking you right now.” He growled against your ear, his words forcing a soft whimper out of you.  

“So why don’t you?” You asked curiously.  

“Because I want to worship every inch of your body.” He whispered huskily in your ear.  

“I want to build you up so slowly and watch you fall apart for me.” He added his teeth grazing your ear, earning a shiver from you.  

“Then, when you’ve fallen apart I’m going build you back up.” He teased, his voice full of authority and lust.  

“And then…I’m gonna break you over and over again…until you're begging me to stop.” His words cause you to let out a quiet moan.  

Your arms were shaking as you tried to keep yourself up but before you could collapse to the bed, Scott’s hand slid between your breasts, his hand wrapping around your throat adding no pressure just holding. Suddenly pressure was added, his hand dragging your body with him as he sat up. You back was pressed against his, your ass pushing against Scott’s very evident arousal resting in his pants.  

His other hand started trailing down your body, stopping at your chest so he could tweak your nipples softly before he continued his journey. By the time he got to the hem of your panties you were a panting mess but instead of continuing he stopped causing you to whimper.  

“Are you sure?” He panted softly against your ear like it was taking every ounce of control not bend you over on fuck you like an animal.  

“Y-Yes…Please.” You whimper almost whining ‘Alpha’ but thankfully you managed stopped yourself.  

Instead of words his hand slowly made its way into underwear, his finger sliding through your folds earning a gasp from you. The feeling of having someone else touch you was electrifying but that might also be because the person is Scott. He groaned against your ear as his fingers reached your entrance.  

“God, you’re so wet.” Any other time you would have blushed at his words but right now you couldn’t bring yourself to care and before you could stop yourself, the dirty words you been repeating in your head fell from your lips.  

“A-Alpha.” You moaned, his fingers stopping at your entrance, freezing in place.  

“Jesus Christ.” His other hand tightened around your neck, forcing a whimper of submission out of you. It shouldn’t turn you on that someone is almost cutting off your flow of air but it does, the action causing your pussy to clench in want. You bucked your hips forward, accidentally making the tip of Scott’s two fingers enter you.  

“Are you okay?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. You would’ve laughed had you not been so aroused and delirious.  

“I’m a virgin n-not a prude. I masturbate t-too Scott.” You stuttered out, trying to hold back the urge to moan. You grabbed his wrist and pushed his hand until his fingers were buried inside you. You moan at the feeling, his fingers reaching further than you’d ever been able to before.  

“I-If you don’t start moving your hand I’m going to f-fuck myself on your fingers.” You groaned as you thrust your hips to prove your point.  

“Such a dirty girl.” He whispered huskily into your ear, before he started thrusting his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, his actions slow and teasing. You gripped to his wrist with both hands as you tried to ground yourself. Your whimpers and soft moans quickly turned to whines of need and beg for release.  

“Pl-Please…M-More…Need more.” You moaned loudly as his finger tried to maintain their slow pace his fingers scissoring inside you in an attempt to stretch you a little more. Instead of answering, Scott took out his finger leaving you whimpering in his wake before he teased your entrance with three fingers.  

He slowly slid three inside you, causing you to stretch out which earned a groan of pain. Scott stopped as his fingers as they reached the depth they could, giving you time to adjust. After a few seconds, you thrust your hips, letting him know you were okay.  

When he seemed hesitant you slid his fingers out of you, before moving his hand from around your neck. You turned around so your bare chest was inches from his then you grabbed his hand and placed it back at your entrance. He stared at you with scepticism as you stared into his eyes. You moved closer to him so your noses were brushing against one another.  

“Stop t-treating me like I’m made of glass. If you don’t, I’m going to take control.” You whispered seductively, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. Scott’s eyes flashed red before he plunged his three back inside you, causing you to dig your nails into his arms.  

“Fine but you asked for it.” He whispered against your lips before he started thrusting his fingers into you roughly, his other hand grabbing your jaw as he leant a little bit to kiss you with a burning need.  

The sensation of his lips on yours as his fingers fucked into you was enough to make you cry out, but it was quickly swallowed by your lover's mouth. His tongue working its way inside your mouth dominating every inch of your mouth as he went.  

When he pulled away he replaced his mouth with two fingers. The tips of them pushing past your lips as you held your jaw in place. You sucked his finger willingly, swirling your tongue against them with intent.  

“God, your mouth is a sin.” Scott groaned as he watched you tongue curl around the tips of his fingers, his fingers never stopping as they pushed in and out of you harshly.  

Your hands slid down his chest before you came to his bulge stopping as you looked up at him with mischief in your eyes, your tongue still licking and sucking his fingers. His eyes narrowed but before he could ask you gripped him tightly through his slacks, earning a gasp followed quickly by a groaned.  

The fingers in your mouth slid out as his hand fell to his side, the fingers inside you freezing momentarily. You took this time to unzip his slacks before quickly pulling down his pants and boxers. You stared at his cock as it slid out his boxers, eyes widening at how big it was.  

“I may be a virgin but I’ve watched enough porn to know you’re big…really big…” You muttered seductively as your eyes hooded with want.  

“If you don’t move your fingers soon Scott I’m going to walk out of here and go and relieve myself.” You taunted, causing his eyes to narrow before his hands were in you, half pulling it so you head was leaning back.  

“You’re such a demanding little princess aren’t you?” Scott growled against your neck but before he could get angrier you grabbed his shaft, squeezing it slightly, causing him to groan against your neck.  

“I’m a Queen.” You muttered, a filthy yet flirty giggle escaping your lips.  

“Not a princess.” You added as you started pumping your hand up and down slowly, twisting your hand slightly as you worked.  

When he let go of your hair, his hands began pumping inside you with an animalistic speed causing you to let out a rather loud moan which could of be described as pornographic. You pumped your hand up and down faster as he fucked you with his fingers. You felt your end closing in so you gripped his arm, slowing his actions down.  

“Want to cum on A-Alpha’s cock.” You muttered earning a lustful growl from Scott. He pulled his fingers out anyway before going to get off the bed causing your hand the slip from his shaft, but you grabbed his arm before he could.  

“Where are you going?” You frowned softly.  

“Need a condom.”  

“Why werewolves can’t get STI’s?” You muttered with confusion.  

“They can get pregnant though.” He snorted but you let out a sigh.  

“I’m not that stupid Scott. When I started acting like a bitch in heat I got put on the pill because I didn’t know if we’d be smart enough to use protection if either of us lost control.” You smiled before pulling him onto the bed, resulting in him laid on his back. You shed your panties before sliding his slacks and boxers off.  

You threw one leg over him with a smirk. He stared at you with wide eyes as he scanned your body, stopping as he looked down at your pussy. He let out a slight groan, his hand moving to grip your hips.  

You pressed your wet heat down onto his shaft earning a hiss from Scott. You rubbed your wetness over his cock with a scream as he dug his nails into your hips with a gasp of pleasure.   

“If you keep doing t-that, I’m going to lose co-control Y/N!” He growled angrily his claws sliding out and digging into your hips drawing a little blood. You should've winced in pain however for some reason you moaned loudly as you stared into Scott's eyes.   

“Then l-lose control…Alpha.” You purred seductively, your hands resting on his chest.  

He lets out a deep growl before flipping you over so he was on top. He grabbed his shaft mixing your juices and his pre-cum together. You bit your lip, as you watched him pump his shaft a few times, watch you with his crimson eyes.  

He leant down and teased your entrance with his swollen cock, earning a gasp from you as you tug your claws, which you’d failed to see had made an appearance, into his chest leaving light scratches on his chest that healed quickly but still left trails of blood in its wake.  

“I’m g-gonna do this quickly.” He groaned as his cock pushed into your sex slightly. You gave him a nod and that all it took for him to pushed into you quickly breaking through the barrier. You whined in pain as you flung your arms around him, digging your claws into his back.  

“Shhh, it's okay baby…You’re doing so well for your Alpha.” He whispered, stroking your hair as he let you heal. The tears in your eyes fell down your face before the pain finally started easing off and you could feel your body start to heal.  

“M-Move…Alpha p-please.” You whined softly, your arms still clutching him tightly like if you let go he’d vanish. He started slowly but when you begged him to go faster he complied, his thrusts rough and deep and to you it was pure ecstasy. The full feeling he gave you, was indescribable.  

“S-Scott I’m close…P-Please.” You screamed, your back arching causing your chest to press against his, as you felt your stomach clench.  

“Cum for me baby.” Was all he whispered before you came undone writhing under him as he slowed his thrusts down, holding onto you tightly.  

“As soon as seeing you post orgasm is enjoyable…I’m not done with you yet baby girl.” He groaned as you clenched around his cock. You knew now that you were used to him, the fun began now.  

He pulled out and flipped you over onto your belly before grabbing your hips and leaving you completely exposed to you. You wolf was scratching the inside of your head begging to be let out, howling for their Alpha.  

“S-Scott…wolf.” Was all you could say, but thankfully he understood.  

“Me too baby.” He groaned as he stared at your exposed pussy, running his fingers up and down the dripping heat.  

Suddenly you couldn't hold it back anymore, your eyes began glowing as your claws dug into the sheets. You let out a howl, pushing yourself against Scott’s fingers. You heard Scott howl back before he was plunging his cock into you with an inhuman force.  

He began to thrust into you at an animalistic speed, his claws digging into your hips as he fucked into you. Your voice hitched as you whined like a bitch in heat, pushing against him meeting his every thrust with just as much speed and force.  

“Mate.” Scott growled letting you know his wolf had finally been let out too.  

“A-Alpha!” You screamed loudly, purring and keening against his thrusts.  

You felt yourself nearing another orgasm but this time you couldn't tell him because the only thing your voice could do was growl and whined under your Alpha’s attention. You clenched around him letting him know you were going to cum.  

“Cum o-on Alpha’s cock.” He growled, his voice barely human at this point but his words once against sent you over that edge for the second time that night. As you came you felt a warm feeling inside letting you know Scott had cum at the same time. Suddenly there was a warmth that spread inside your stomach causing you to gasp.  

It felt like something inside you was winding together. Your wolf finally retracting as you looked at Scott behind you whose eyes were will glowing red but he looked like he’d come to his senses.  

“Can you…” He gave you nod letting you know he felt it too. It felt like your and Scott’s wolves and souls were merging, it was a feeling that you could describe in any way except that it felt right.  

“Is that the bond?” You asked softly as you finally got your breath back, his soft cock still buried inside you as his arms wrapped around you tightly.  

“Yeah, I think so…It feels…”  

“Amazing?” You supplied causing him to smile against your shoulder.  

“Yeah...” He muttered happily, placing a loving kiss against your damp skin. He finally slid out of you earning a dirty moan to slip out, a blush quickly forming on your face.  

“If you do that again we’ll be going for another round.” Scott groaned painfully, causing you to giggle.  

“Then again looking at you ass on display whilst my cum trickles down your leg is worse.” He growled as he admired your ass. You grinned to yourself before leaning up so you could stare at him, on your hands and knees. You dipped your fingers into your heat, whining as you did. After your finger was coated in yours and his cum you brought it to your mouth, licking it off.  

“Yep, you’re not leaving this bed ever again.” Scott growled before he pounced on you.  

Part 6 <- -> Epilogue

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Derek Hale x Sarah McCall Masterlist

Summary - These are one shots of Derek Hale/Original Female Character(Sarah McCall, who's Scott's older sister)

NOTE - These don't need to be read in any order. Choose any one you want, it does not follow the chronological order of the Teen Wolf series. I'll add a summary wherever it's required. Thanks!

The First Meet

Rescuing Him

Are You Still Here?

The Piece That Doesn't Fit

Headcanons

I'm Not Yours

The Big Sister