#Teen Wolf Fan Fiction

[wolfboy88]

Scott McCall, a warlock with wolf blood, finds himself abandoned at the Halloween Carnival. Seeking solace in a mysterious corn maze, Scott encounters Theo, a captivating and dangerous vampire disguised as a scarecrow. As their attraction intensifies, Scott is drawn into Theo's world, to the temptation to embrace the dark power Theo offers - to become the First True Hybrid.

Rating: Mature/Dark Fantasy Relationships: Scott McCall/Theo Raeken Additional Tags: Horror, Fantasy, Corn Maze, Carnival, Halloween, Dark Fantasy, Dark Magic, Harvest, Warlock Scott, Vampire Theo, Scarecrow Theo

For SceoWeekend2024 and Spooktober2024 @sceosource

[stereknation]

Desperate Times by Nokomis

Summary: Stiles gets magic wish-granting powers, but only when he's in danger. He begins to teleport to Derek in increasingly awkward moments.

Rating: Mature 

Main Character(s): Stiles Stilinski

Additional Character(s): Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall, Vernon Boyd, Malia Tate 

Pairing(s): Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Tags: Magic Stiles, enchanted objects, Awkward Romance, Fluff and Angst 

Words: 3,454

Chapters: 1/1

[jocollins]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Idiots in Love, Healing, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Sad with a Happy Ending, Sad and Happy, Sad and Sweet, Happy Ending, Therapy, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, Autistic Derek Hale, Cock Slut, Mentioned at the end really, Weight Issues, learning to be okay, First times all over again, Insecure idiots, Insecure Derek Hale, Insecure Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor, Derek Hale is Stiles Stilinski's Anchor, Soft, Domestic Series: Part 2 of Dragon Love Summary:

Sometimes to start your healing you need to break down.

Stiles breaks down and Derek helps him through his healing journey. 

[socialoutsiderwritings]

Always,Only. You. 31.1

Talia had taken Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack  were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek, Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other, to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him, but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact, you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?

Beacon Hills High School

Cora stayed hidden in the corner of the hall by Erica’s locker. When the bell rang and the halls began to fill with other students, she waited until she saw her friend before popping out.

“Cora.” Erica smiled at her. “I thought we were meeting after school to talk to the animal doctor?”

She ignored her friend's question. “Where’s Isaac?”

“He had history. This way.” She said and began walking. “What's going on?”

“Nothing.” She answered, but Erica could tell there was something wrong with her friend.

Erica frowned at her fiend but stayed quiet. They found Isaac with Allison at her locker. Cora rolled her eyes and waited for him to finally spot them to call him over.

“Isn’t it weird he’s dating Allison and Scott still took him into his pack.”

Cora scoffed. “Isaac is never going to be a part of his pack.” She stated rather coldly.

“Cora.” Erica softly slapped her arm.

She sighed and continued, “I mean, every beta has as much say who their alpha is, just as much as the alpha does. All alphas are superior but it doesnt mean every beta succumbs to them when they have someone else they are loyal to. When you’re part of a pack your loyalty is everything. Isaac is loyal to Scott but,” she looked to Erica now, “he wouldn’t die for him.”

“Who wouldn’t die for who?” Isaac asked as he approached the girls.

“Nothing.” Cora replies before Erica could get a chance to.

She suddenly gets this uneasy feeling they’re being watched and motions her friends to follow her.

“I went to see Deaton.” She finally shares. “Someone from Satomi's pack stopped by not that long ago, looking for Y/N. He told Deaton where they could be found, in case she ever stopped by."

"Thats good news. But why would you go without us?" Eric asked.

“What’d he say about the fly?” Isaac asks next.

Cora looks over her shoulder, not at him particularly, but to find the source of who she felt was watching them. She didn't spot anyone obvious and turned her attention back to Isaac. “What fly?”

“Cora, the fly.” Isaac tells her.

She stopped suddenly and blinked a couple times at him. "It's gone." She finally told them. "I woke up this morning and the thing turned to ash as soon as the light hit it." She explained.

Erica and Isaac glanced at each other.

"You don't believe me?" Cora asked angrily.

"No, of course we do." Erica answered, stepping in front of Isaac to prevent him from speaking. "We believe you. So what do we do?"

"We go find Satomi's pack. And we ask her what she knows about the nogitsune."

"Are we even sure she'll know anything about it?" Isaac asked.

Just then the school bell rings, causing the students to scramble the halls once again.

"We won't know unless we ask." She looks over her shoulder again, "be careful. The twins have been following us." She tells them. She uses the opportunity of the crowded halls to sneak away from her friends.

“Cora, wait.” Isaac reached out for her wrist but she slipped her hand away from his grasp. He looked down at Erica.

She gave him a knowing glare.

Isaac didn’t need to ask. He didn’t need to say anything either. He already knew what had to be done.

Erica squeezed his arm, as a gesture of encouragement and gratitude before going after Cora.

As the halls slowly emptied, Isaac turned around. Instantly, he noticed the twins at the end of the hall staring at him.

Isaac smirked to himself, and waited.

———————— 🐾 ————————

Eichen House

“I knew you couldn’t be trusted.”

You woke up, startled by his voice. The room was dark, save for the single light that shined from above you. You closed your eyes, and blinked rapidly to adjust your vision to the dim brightness.

Once you had gained it back, you noticed your arms strapped down to wooden armrests with chains at the wrists. You attempted to break them free, but failed.

“What the hell?” You muttered to yourself. That’s when you noticed your legs were bound at the ankles as well.

“I knew you would get out of control.” His voice came from behind. You turned your head just as he was walking from behind you and in to view, until he was standing in front of you.

“Nobody believed me.”

“Derek.” your voice was shaky. Your heart pounded in your chest so fast you could hear thumping in your ears.

You were terrified. You now knew what was happening. You’ve been here before. In this dark, dingy, cold room. With a Hale, also.

“Derek,” you whimpered, “please.”

“See, you tried to convince everyone, that I was wrong. That following in my mom’s footsteps would be the end.” He took a few steps closer to you. “And yet here we are.”

“I didn’t mean it.” You told him. “Derek, I swear.”

Of course, you don’t remember saying any of that. But you were terrified. You wanted to get out of this nightmare. But this, this wasn't Derek either.

“I didn’t mean it.” The tears cascaded down your cheeks as you begged. “Please, Derek. I didn’t—,”

“Of course you didn’t.” He remarked sarcastically. “Just like you didn’t mean to kill Ennis. Kali. Wait, no, you wanted to kill them.” He stepped forward again.

“I was just protecting everyone—,”

Derek scoffed out a dry chuckle. “Right.” He nodded, “right.” He took another couple steps forward as he continued, “you’re not on trial here, sweetheart.” He stated. “That excuse isn’t going to work. This was no accident, it wasn't to protect anyone. You wanted to do this. That’s why everyone’s decided. Well, most of us who are left.”

“What?” You genuinely asked. “What are you talking about?!”

Derek ignored your question and began walking, painfully slow, around the chair. “Cora. Peter. Scott. Isaac.” He announced all their names, slowly leaving your peripheral. “Even Sheriff Stilinksi.”

You inhaled a shuddering breath, “Derek,” you sobbed, “I’m sorry! Please, just please! Don’t do this!”

“You killed Stiles.” Derek stated. He was now out of you but you knew he was standing right behind you. “Not another werewolf, Y/N. But a human.”

“No,” you shook your head, “no, I wouldn’t.”

“But you did.” He clarifies. “That’s why we decided to put you down.”

“Put me down?” You spat through your sobs. “Like some kind of animal?!”

“Exactly.” He lowered the band over your head. You inhaled a breath, forcing yourself to gain and keep your composure. You gripped the end of the armrests so tight, your knuckles turned three shades lighter.

This wasn’t real. It couldn’t be.

You were dreaming. Of course you were.

“It’s all just a bad dream.” You whispered to yourself as you closed your eyes.

Just then, a hand squeezed your shoulder. You opened your eyes, feeling the same ice cold feeling from when Stiles touched your shoulder the night at the hospital. You turned and he was staring right at you, smiling wickedly.

"You have no idea." he told you, just right before the shock coursed through your entire body.

Penthouse

You splashed your face with cold water a few times before rubbing at your face gently with your palms. Your brain was pulsating in your skull so hard it felt like it might explode. You kept you head lowered for a moment, and when you finally looked up, you stared at your reflection in the mirror.

The scratches had already healed themselves. You only knew that by the torn up clothing on your body and the dried blood. You had no idea what had happened.

You had woken up on the sofa to Peter tending to a wound on your thigh. Brett was tending to Lori, and when he had realized you were awake, he helped his sister to her feet and took her to another room. Away from you. Ethan and Aiden were sitting against the wall, healing themselves, but also staring at you. An unknown expression on their faces.

Your hands gripped the sides of the sink as you stared at yourself. You hated your eyes. You hated what you have become. You hated everything that has transpired since coming back to Beacon Hills. Without realizing at first, you had formed a fist and raised it, ready to punch at your own reflection, until a soft knock came from the bathroom door.

You didn't answer, but you lowered your fists.

"Come on out." The muffled voice came from the other side. "We need to talk."

The heavy footsteps retreated. You stared at you reflection a little longer before grabbing you sunglasses again and putting them on.

*****

You stepped out into the den of the penthouse. The twins were standing behind the couch that Brett and Lori were sitting on. He had his back turned to you, but when he noticed the teens' eyes avert away form him, he turned to face you.

You were a little embarrassed to ask what happened, and felt asking him why he was there would be an insult to his help. But the air in the room was different.

Something was wrong.

"What's going on?" You asked the group.

"Your pack is missing." Peter stated.

[tails89]

In light of the new teen wolf movie, I’m going to post some of my favourite sterek fanfic I’ve written…

There’s Joy Not Far From Here

28k. “I’m coming,” Derek calls, shrugging on a sweater. The first few days of March had been warm, but the weather has turned in the last week - winter's last ‘fuck you’ - and Derek is expecting the icy blast as the warm air rushes out the front door. “What—” His breath freezes in his throat.

“Hey there, Sourwolf.”

Stiles is standing on the front porch— Derek’s front porch— his right hand waved in a half wave.

“Stiles?” Derek almost takes a step back. “What are you— how?”

~

Two years after Derek runs from Beacon Hills, Stiles turns up at his front door looking for his own escape. What follows is a story of adventure, healing and finding a place to call home.

But It’s Better When It’s You

9k. Shuffling slowly towards the front door, Stiles throws it open.

“What?”

Stiles’ brain short circuits - just a little - because standing in front of him is Derek Hale.

He hasn’t seen Derek in almost four years and now he’s standing on his doorstep, in shorts and a tank top with a canvas bag clutched in one hand.

Catch us in the mirror (it looks a lot like love)

4K. “You’re lucky to have found a mate like Stiles.”

“Mm,” Derek nods, eyes following Stiles back towards the house. The words sink in and he freezes, mind frantically replaying every interaction he’s had with Stiles over the last few days, wondering how they could have possibly given her that impression.

Stiles is— he’s Stiles. He’s funny and smart and kind and— they’re not mates, no matter how much Derek might wish otherwise.

[midnightmusicmadness]

“H-nnng Holy shit Stiles,” my breath caught in my throat as I noticed him standing in the corner of my bedroom. Eyes dark and filled with…something, something very un-stiles like. He stayed there, staring at me silently.

“S-stiles?” Something was off but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. He had been weird since the pack meeting last night but when I tried to corner him later in the day to talk about it he always seemed to just be leaving the room.

“Why are you acting weird?” I hoped my voice didn’t betray how nervous I felt. I had never felt this way around him before. We had been friends for years. But the person standing in the corner of my room was not the Stiles I had been friends with for years. I reached into the pocket of my jeans for my phone, hoping to play off that I got a text but knowing that this would trigger movement. He stepped forward towards me, his arms tense under his tight mauve t shirt.

“Stiles please, you’re scaring me,” my voice was barely above a whisper but I started to feel something knot and twist in my stomach. He stepped forward again and my nose reacted instantly, he smelled different. He still smelt like Stiles but with an overpowering note of….sex?

I swallowed deeply as he took another step towards me. Taking a leap of faith and throwing my phone on my bed side table. Clearly the fertility ritual we performed last night as a favour to Deaton was having residual effects we hadn’t accounted for. Including the almost singularly horny Stiles in front of me. And clearly I was feeling the effects as well as I could feel every muscle in my body tighten with every step closer he came. I mean I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t been attracted to the guy for literal years but it’s Stiles, how do you even make a move on a Stiles?

Stiles suddenly closed the distance between us, his face diving into the crook of my deck as though he were scenting me. Every nerve ending I had caught on fire and I found myself arching into him with a gasp.

“Nng- you smell so fucking good,” he all but growled, placing his arms on either side of me, effectively trapping me against the wall. I hadn’t even realised it but I was breathing him in like a fucking oxygen mask. Okay definitely didn’t expect my first time fucking Stiles to be this kinky but clearly both of us are feeling a little wrapped up in this moment.

“St-Stiles,” I gasped as I felt his mouth brush against my pulse point. My entire body freezing as though the contact was too much to bare. I was arched so far into him it was as though I was trying to morph us into one body.

My eyes slipped closed as he rubbed his lips lightly up and down my neck, my hands curling into fists at my sides as I held myself back from gripping onto his arms. I felt him smile against my neck and was startled as he grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“I know you want this, you were practically vibrating all day.” I avoided his eyes trying to look anywhere but into the dark brown lusty orbs in front of me, trying to find any semblance of control I had left as my brain kept screaming BAD IDEA, BAD IDEA, BAD IDEA at me.

He gripped my chin tighter and I felt myself like a magnet attracted back to his gaze. “Why are you holding back.” Each word was forceful, spoken with intention and with every expectation for me to respond.

And fuck me I’d love to respond but everything was coming up blank, my body and mind apparently hyper fixated on every inch of skin I could feel connecting with his. I was getting lost in his eyes and tried to open my mouth and speak but all that came out was a soft moan. I watched as his eyes became impossibly darker and he clenched his jaw, releasing mine and moving his hands to intertwine with mine. I jolted at the intimate contact, weirdly enough being mores timulated by our fingers connecting than when his entire face was pressed into my neck.

His forehead pressed against mine and I felt my eyes close, “Breathe,” he all but commanded and against my will I followed. I felt my chest rise and fall deeply, every breath feeling like a pant. My eyes fluttered open to see his filled not only with that dark lust but also something else, something far more powerful.

A small smile graced his face and before I could process what was happening our lips connected. I felt every breath I had just taken leave my body, people usually say fireworks but this, this felt like something else entirely. It was like the fire in my body that was already burning hot erupted into wave of flames, crashing uncontrollably in my body. I trembled and gasped, allowing for his tongue to pass and I felt myself meeting him halfway. A deep throbbing started in my core and I pulled my hands out from his, moving them to grib into his soft hair.

I felt his energy shift as he growled at the back of his throat and gripped my back roughly, exploring with his hands as we continued kissing deeply. I was completely taken by him, barely registering anything but the wave of sensations that came with every touch. My breath caught in the back of my throat and I threw my head back as his hand found it’s way to my already too sensitive nipples. Teasing and twisting them until I was all but writhing in his arms.

“Please Stiles,” I groaned not even really knowing what I was asking for. All I knew was I needed more. I faltered as his hands disappeared from their place, my nipples aching from the attention but yearning for more. He reached his hands under my thin t shirt and pulled it over my head, thank you past me for choosing today not to wear a bra. I desperately followed suit, pushing his tshirt over his muscles and feeling conflicted between wanting to leave lingering touches and wanting to remove his clothing as soon as possible.

“Fuck!” All my thoughts were interrupted as he twisted us around all of a sudden I was lying on my bed. Before I could even register what was happening Stiles dove down and took my left nipple in his mouth. In what I can only describe as magic his other hand disappeared down my jeans and instantly found it’s target, my underwear already completely soaked. My mouth opened in a silent cry as I felt his fingers start stimulating my clit and his tongue flicking at my nipple.

Every part of my body was caught in a war, the sensations were too much but I needed to be closer. I wanted to make him feel good but I was completely lost in a haze of pleasure, already close to climaxing and we had only just taken our tops off.

He moved his stimulations to my other tit as finger continued circling slowly and deliberately around my clit. I could feel the wave coming, it was too much, too fast, too good.

“Oh my god,” my eyes shut tight as my entire body erupted into wave after wave of pleasure. I arched against Stiles and barely registered the hard bulge pressing against my body as I came harded than I had ever come in my entire life. Coloured circles bubbled in my shut vision as it felt like every neuron in my brain exploded.

As I slowly came down from my high and my brain started functioning again I registered Stiles pressing soft kisses against my skin as he slowly pulled my jeans down my legs. Being sure to brush gently down the entire length of them, every tough jolting me into a spasm as my still all too sensitive nerve endings struggled to compute. Somehow his pants were already gone and I could now make out his incredibly strained member barely covered by his black briefs.

I reached for it blindly, wanting to make him feel good, wanting to gain some semblance of control back but he moved himself away, continuing to softly graze his hands up and down my body as my shivers slowly died down. I locked eyes with him and saw the restraint there, he was ready to burst but was holding everything back to ensure that had enough time to recover, to make sure I was okay. Fuck that.

“Why are you holding back?” I grinned at him devilishly as his eyes switched to almost black. A guttural sound came from the back of his throat and before I could process he had ripped, yes ripped, my underwear off, leaving me completely exposed. Before I could register what was happening his entire body was above me with my legs on either side of him. Completely open, completely exposed, my leftover cum from my previous orgasm leaking between us. His underwear disappeared and I watched him hungrily, waiting for more, wanting for more.

My eyes moved down and I gasped at the sheer size of his dick. I didn’t think it would fit but fuck me was I up for the challenge. Precum was dribbling down the side and I licked my lips, completely mesmerised and wanting nothing more than to stuff the entiere thing down my throat.

“Your fucking killing me, stop that,” my eyes lifted to meet his and I smiled sheepishly, realising I was just caught staring hungrily at his dick like it was the last pizza slice. He moved his body closer, my legs moving higher and my knees being almost in line with my shoulders. Fuck this position left no room for hiding, he was going to split me in two.

“Ready?” he all but growled. A vein throbbing in his neck with the sheer force of his restraint from thrusting the entire length straight into my pussy. I nodded dumbly, not able to find words as he slowed began moving inside me, inch by inch.

His movement was painstakingly slow and I felt his member stretch my hole to it’s limits and beyond. A deep pleasure instantly filling me matched with a sharp pain. Stiles was breathing heavily, his gaze firmly fixed on my face as I whimpered and wriggled to accomodate his size. I furrowed my brow, back in the space of no control, feeling every feeling starting to build up inside me again when I had just come down from my highest high.

“You okay?” he whispered and I felt myself at a loss on how to answer. My brain was completely gone so I surprised myself when I responded, “Feels..so…good.” I didn’t even recognise my own voice, a combination of a groan and a whisper. All of a sudden Stiles pulled out completely, leaving me feeling empty and void, my eyes shot open in time to see him smirk as he slammed back into me hard.

“FUCK!” I all but screamed. Writhing under him as he set a hard but slow pace. I felt my nails drag against his skin as I gripped and scratched at his back, trying to find anything to ground me in this moment of sensation. I was so so full, every edge of my being felt like it was being touched with every movement he made, the dragging still hitching and causing pain to my adjusting tight passage but the pain intensifying the pleasure ten fold.

“Please Stiles,” I panted underneath him, needing more, feeling like something was just out of my reach.

“Please what?” he teased, forcing me to engage, refusing to let up his thrusts.

“Please!” I repeated. My brain foggy and becoming more distant with every dive into my core his dick made.

Stiles captured my lips with his own, my mouth exploding in the mingling taste of sweat, stiles and me. He pulled away all too quickly and I found myself whimpering again, my body following him before realising he was out of reach and collapsing back onto the pillow.

He leaned down again and placed his mouth next to my ear, “Come on baby girl, tell me what you want.” It was all too much, I needed more from him, I need everything from him, I felt like I was about to explode.

“FUCK ME STILES! PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDER! FUCK ME FASTER!” I lost it and he quickly followed suit, gripping me and lifting so he we were both on our knees without him skipping a beat. His pace became relentless and his thrusts more powerful. The new angle unlocked a space in me I didn’t know existed and every plunge hit deep into my core where I saw stars. I had never felt anything like it, he was drilling into me at an ungodly pace and every part of my body felt like a livewire about to explode. I couldn’t tell if I had just hit an endless constant orgasm or I was teetering on the edge of something supersonic.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, you’re mine, no one else’s, mine,” Stiles rambled in my ear as I completely lost myself to the sensations, unable to form words. I could tell he was close, his movements becoming more erratic and his hips stuttering with every second thrust. I grabbed the last remnant of my will and lunged to him, grabbing his mouth and a deep kissing and nipping at his bottom lip hard, the metallic taste of blood hitting my tongue.

“F-uck.” Stiles was sent over the edge, his warmth exploding within me with one final thrust and with that I was gone. My entire body wen rigid and my eyes scrunched shut as explosion after explosion of pleasure ran through me. I spasmed wildy and felt Stiles groan and hold me tightly as I was off in space, my eyes rolling back in head and my mind completely blank from everything except the feeling of Stiles within me. Tears formed at the corners of my eyes as my hands found Stiles’ arms, gripping tightly as I rode the wave. It went for what felt like forever but I eventually came back to earth, Stiles was back to pressing soft kisses all over my face and body as my spasms became fewer and further between. I was strung out and exhausted and I could tell from his panting and his mix of sweat on me and mine on his that he was equally spent. Carefully he cradled me and moved me back against his chest as he lay down against the pillow. Whispering sweet nothings in my ear as I fell asleep, him still being nestled deep inside me.

***************

the next morning

I awoke slowly to a deep rise and fall below me, warmth completely enveloping my being. My eyes fluttered open and I was met with Stiles’ angelic face, framed by the golden morning light coming in through the window. He was smiling softly at me, clearly having been watching me sleep for some time. I giggled and nestled into his chest, the giddy feeling within me bubbling as the love we had all but admitted to each other the night before settled around us. I shifted, realising he was still inside me, slowly and carefully I moved away, wincing at both the emptiness and slight pain I had from embracing him at such a size. He lazily stroked my hair and I smiled at him, sitting up and reaching for my phone, 15 notifications flashed on my screen and laughed as each popped up before throwing the phone to Stiles to take a look and going to the bathroom, knowing he would follow.

Lydia to PackShit: Ummmm guys, not to be tmi but did anyone else feel EXTREMELY horny after the Fertility Ritual. I all but ripped Jackson’s dick off.

Jackson to PackShit: Can confirm

Derek to PackShit: Definitely not what I made this chat for

Isaac to PackShit: I will neither confirm nor deny ;)

Scott to PackShit: I agree can we please not talk about this shit in the pack chat

Lydia to PackShit: I KNEW IT! That fertility ritual totally got us all laid last night

Lydia to Biatches: Guys fucking spill, immediately

Allison to Biatches: Ummmmmm, yehhh, you weren’t alone haha

Lydia to Biatches: Omg but it was fucking brilliant right, best sex of my damn life

Isaac to Packshit: Haven’t heard or seen Stiles or Aisha since yesterday….interesting

Derek to Packshit: I’m going to remove you from this chat Isaac

Lydia to Biatches: AISHA! WHERE ARE YOU? DID YOU AND STILES FINALLY DO IT! COFFEE IN 30. IF YOU’RE NOT THERE I WILL PERSONALLY BEAT YOUR DOOR DOWN AND SEND PICS OF YOU TWO TO THE PACKCHAT!

Allison to Biatches: I wouldn’t play with her haha, see you guys soon

[kitkatwinchester]

Scott Appreciation Week 2023: Day 1

He didn’t get it. 

Not really. 

Even when Derek said it, he didn’t get it. 

“You’re not an omega. You’re already an Alpha, of your own pack.” 

But that wasn’t it.

Not really.

They're his friends, and that’s just what friends do. They protect each other. They look out for each other. They have each other’s backs. 

That didn’t make him an Alpha.

It just made him a good friend, and it made him lucky to have the friends that he did. 

Even when Stiles, despite the many, many mistakes Scott had made and the many, many times that he’d almost gotten him killed (sometimes at his own hand), refused to leave his side, no matter how hard it seemed like it must be.

Even when Allison, despite her family history and the inner turmoil it brought her, still supported and helped Scott, and even after their break-up, wasn’t willing to let him face the supernatural alone. 

Even when Lydia, despite everything he had hidden from her and everything he had unwittingly dragged her into, quickly became a willing and undeniably helpful ally in his various fights and missions to save Beacon Hills. 

Even when Isaac, despite their terrible first few interactions and constant fighting, started putting Scott’s opinion above Derek’s, helping him when he least expected it, proving his loyalty in more ways than one. 

Even when Derek, despite them being at odds for so long, wound up siding with Scott and ultimately saving his life, more than once, and doing everything he could to keep him safe and out of harm’s way, no matter how bad things got on his end. 

Even when Scott knew that he would do anything in his power to protect his friends, he still didn’t get it. 

Not really. 

At least. 

Not until Jennifer.

Not until he realized that he would die for them. 

Not until he realized that he would take any enemy head on, even on his own, if it meant saving them. 

Not until he realized that, no matter how hard he tried to keep them all safe, they would never let him do it alone. 

Not until he realized that, no matter how much he might want to push them away, they would only get closer. 

Not until he realized that these weren’t just his friends. 

They were his family. 

They were his pack. 

And no matter what happened. 

They always would be. 

So when Jennifer asked him if he really thought his friends were going to be able to save their parents. 

When she put up that mountain ash barrier, thinking she had saved herself, thinking she had won. 

Scott wasn’t afraid. 

He wasn’t worried. 

Because he had his friends. 

His family. 

His pack. 

And Jennifer had nothing. 

And so he stood up. 

And he looked her right in the eyes. 

And he stepped towards that barrier. 

And he stepped through. 

Here's my post for Day 1 of @scottappreciation week!

I'm a new fan and am only halfway through Season 4, and I wasn't planning to start writing (much less posting) any fan fiction until I finished the show, but my friend told me about this event, and since the first prompt was Season 2 centric, I figured I could get away with it.

Hope you enjoy! :)

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Happy birthday to my blog!!!!! She turns 11 today!!! 11 years ago I started this page to test my writing skills. Y’all over 7.4K of you believe that I’m a good writer!! 🥹🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻 you have no idea how much that means to me!!!

Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart!! I love you guys!!

[faircatchwriting]

I feel like I should point out that the only reason - THE ONLY REASON - I ever watched MTV's Teen Wolf is because of gifs I saw on Tumblr.

The only reason I read fanfiction was because of links on Tumblr.

So really, if ever my Teen Wolf fanfictions are uncovered upon my death, please place all blame on Tumblr.

Thank you.

[daintylovers]

sleepy stiles

sleepy stiles who can’t get a good nights rest without you by his side. even during those hot summer nights, he needs to be touching some part of you. winter has become his favorite season because you’ll cuddle into him more often.

sleepy stiles who swears that he likes being big spoon more- but he’s lying to himself. he wants to be your personal teddy bear, just hasn’t come to terms with it.

sleepy stiles who lovesssss a good nap. anywhere and everywhere.

sleepy stiles who needs some sort of noise in order to fall asleep. which mainly means playing his spotify. and once the selection runs out, you wake up to save me by chief keef??? which is chill, ig.

sleepy stiles who is impossible to wake up. you have to literally plug his nose to wake him. but when it comes to you having a nightmare, homeboy is awake before you are. it’s like his body senses your peril.

sleepy stiles who talks your ear off about the stupidest shit, before going dead silent.

sleepy stiles who can’t help but pull you as close as possible, if you guys aren’t spooning.

save me sleepy stiles

[wolfboy88]

In the world of alphas and omegas, Theo is not your typical omega. He breaks every social expectation and is damn smug about it too. He refuses to submit to just any alpha and be claimed and knotted. Theo has high standards and an even higher tolerance for pain. He is unsatisfied with the use of toys or suppressants or accepting help from just anyone during his heat. Even though that hasn’t stopped McCall Pack, or the Hales, from offering their services.

With his dark, dangerous eyes and a fierce posture, Theo carefully examines every alpha that crosses his path. Despite having a tempting, dripping hole that entices alphas, he tears apart anyone who tries to use him, showing no mercy to those who dare touch him without permission.

Theo is different. He knows he's special, not only because of his rare dual werewolf coyote hybrid thanks to the Dread Doctors but also because he won’t hesitate to kill only who dares crosses him.

The alpha who gets to finally claim must be special too. And Theo is determined to find the perfect mate.

AKA the Omegaverse AU with a twist

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit 

Relationships: Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Additional Tags: Spooktober2024, Smutober2024, Alternate Universe - Omegaverse, Omega Verse, Omega Theo Raeken, Alpha Liam Dunbar, Alpha Scott McCall, Werewolves, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Frankenstein Wolf, Theo's Underground Lair, Mind Games, Manipulation, Dubious Consent, Bottom Theo Raeken, Top Theo Raeken, Bottom Liam Dunbar, Top Liam Dunbar, Rimming, Restraints, knots, Knotting, Multiple Orgasms, Mating Bites, Claiming

[stereknation]

Cherrybomb by the_deep_magic 

Summary: Stiles is yanked up to his feet so fast that his world spins and his shoulder aches and he’s a second from screaming police brutality! when he gets a good look at the cop’s face.

Holy shit. Stiles was just tackled to the ground by a fucking underwear model with a badge.

Rating: Explicit 

Main Character(s): Stiles Stilinski

Additional Character(s): Derek Hale, Claudia Stilinski 

Pairing(s): Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale

Tags: Alternate Universe, Police, Angst with a Happy Ending, Growing Up, Outdoor sex

Series: Derek Hale: Werewolf Cop

Words: 13,115

Chapters: 1/1

[jocollins]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Laura Hale/Jordan Parrish Characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Laura Hale, Jordan Parrish Additional Tags: Laura Hale Lives, Awesome Laura Hale, Pack Alpha Laura Hale, Idiots in Love, First Meetings, Family Dinners, Domestic, Family Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, Light Angst, Emotions, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Healing, Stiles is soothing for everyone, Stiles and Peter are besties, Everyone Needs A Hug, Touch-Starved, A lot of domestic touching, Scenting, Comfort, a lot of it, Protective Siblings Summary:

Derek is worrying about the new partner Laura is bringing over to introduce.

Stiles is like a balm to their cracks. 

[socialoutsiderwritings]

Always, Only. You 30.2

Talia had taken Y/N in to her pack after your parents and their pack  were brutally murdered. For years she trained and learned under Talia alongside Derek , Laura and Cora. One night Talia tells you along with Derek that you two have to imprint on each other , to become each other’s mates. Your connection to Derek has always been stronger than his to you. So after the fire it killed you to be away from him , but you had to do it for your own survival. 7 years after the fact , you return home. Back to Beacon Hills. But the Derek you return to is not the same Derek you know. Will Y/N ever get Derek to accept the fact they are meant to be together?

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader.

TW: Mentions of pregnancy.

A/N: As per the trigger warning, this chapter will only mention pregnancy/motherhood. Don't be alarmed, reader will not be getting pregnant in this series. I know not everyone is in to that.

Derek's Loft

Derek sat hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees and his phone in a near death grip in his hands. Since the night you left unexpectedly, he's had this strange feeling in his chest. But he didn't want to accept it. There was no way he could.

Derek lifted his head up at the sound of footsteps and saw Cora descending the spiral staircase. She made eye contact with Derek, and by the look on his face and the phone in his hands she knew it had something to do with you.

She didn’t say anything to him, just smiled awkwardly. She was afraid if he started a conversation about you, somehow she’d unintentionally slip if she tried lying. She was never good at lying.

He watched her as she grabbed her jacket from the couch. "Are you going somewhere?" He asked suddenly.

"Yeah." She nodded, avoiding Derek’s gaze. "Isaac, Erica and I are going to the movies." Surprisingly her heart remained calm as she delivered her line. Erica had bought the tickets to a random movie in case he didn't believe her; which she grabbed from the jacket pocket and waved to Derek.

"I don’t know, Cora.” Derek said uncertain. “It’s not safe for you out there.”

Cora rolled her eyes. “I’m already marked. It’s been a couple nights and they haven’t come back here. I won’t be alone either.”

“We don’t know who the Nogitsune is. Where it is or what it even wants. You’re not going.” He stood up from his spot.

“You can’t keep me here, Derek. I feel like…” she inhaled a breath, worried about the effect her words would have on her brother, “a caged animal.” She finished. She looked to Derek this time, an apologetic expression on her face but also the anger in her eyes seemed she wasn’t too sorry for her words.

Derek remained stoic. He folded his arms across his chest, “I’m sorry you feel that way, Cora.” He said with no remorse. “But I’m not keeping you prisoner here, you’re allowed to leave whenever and wherever you want,” he approached her as he spoke until he was close, “except at night.”

“Fine.” She huffed. “I’ll be back before night fall.” She turned on her heel to leave, only to be stopped by Derek again.

“Forgetting something?”

She looked over her shoulder at him. He was holding her phone up in his hand. “I need you to be able to reach me in case something happens.”

Cora snatched her phone from him. “We’re just going to the movies.”

“Right,” he said as he dug into the back pocket of his jeans. He counted the cash he had in his wallet and held it out for his sister, “here. Have fun.” He smiled.

Cora eyes her brother quizzically before grabbing the money from his hand and saying good bye.

“You know, she’s lying to you.” Peter chimed.

Derek exhaled a breath through his nose at the first note of his uncle’s voice, but his gaze remained on the loft door, where Cora had just left. “I know. That’s why I had her take her phone. I can track her.”

“You’re not going to follow her?” Peter could be heard moving from his spot somewhere behind Derek. “You are learning something.” He was right beside Derek now.

“I didn’t say that.” Derek replied now turning to look at his uncle. “I’ll track her and see where she’s stopped. Then I’ll go.”

“You never learn.” Peter rolled his eyes and shook his head simultaneously as he turned and made his way back to where he was previously.

“You heard Araya. They’re looking for her. She had two betas with her. What if she’s building a pack to take on the hunters? More people are just going to get hurt.”

“Come on, Derek.” Peter groaned. He plopped down on the sofa, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. “She’s not like that. Whatever she’s doing with those betas have nothing to do with the hunters.”

Derek scrunched his brows. What his uncle said rang true. He knows you don’t care about power, never have. And he’s seen how you were with the other betas, you’d do anything to protect them even if it meant distancing yourself. So why was the fact that you had two other betas with you causing him so much unrest? Anger even?

“You think you know her so well." Derek scoffed. "You’re not worried so long as you get to use her for whatever you need from my mom’s claws.”

Peter looked at his nephew with irritated disbelief.

“I’m right.” Derek grumbled as he turned away from his uncle. “That’s why you don’t leave my loft, in case she comes back.”

“Wrong.” Peter could be heard getting up from his spot. “I come here to check on you guys. Granted you both hate me and don’t trust me,” he raised his hands, “you are still the only family I have left. Including her." A beat.

“Word of advice, nephew. If a girl gives you the best night of your life, and then disappears on you, that means it’s over.”

Derek furrowed his brows in confusion. “Over? What do you mean over?” He scoffed, turning to face his uncle.

Peter was already walking towards his nephew, “you’re screwed.” He patted Derek’s shoulder as he walked passed Derek.

Derek flinched at his uncle’s words. He turned again in his uncle’s direction but Peter was already out the loft door.

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Derek was laying across from you, facing you. He had a hand on your cheek, his thumb softly caressing your skin as he looked into your eyes lovingly.

You were both underneath his silk blue covers, and by the light peeking through the thin fabric, it was morning.

“We should get up.” You whispered to him.

“No,” he whispered back, “let’s stay here.” He scooted closer as he snuggled his face into your neck.

“Derek.” You giggled. “It’s daytime. We can’t stay in bed all day.”

“Who says we can’t. Hmm?” He pressed a few kisses to your neck.

“What about the kids?”

"School." He muttered.

You sighed in content, wrapping your arms around him as he moved to position himself in between your legs and hover over you. He lifted your shirt over your breasts and kissed down your torso. In a strange event, the covers were pulled off of you, starling you.

You were shocked to notice you weren't neither in the penthouse or the loft. But the old Hale house; before it was burned up in flames.

"Stop." you pushed Derek away and wiggled into a sitting up position. "What are we doing here?"

"What do you mean?" Derek sat up as well. "We bought the place? And rebuilt it. For us." He explained.

Somehow that was enough for you. You smiled at him and grabbed him by the back of his neck to pull him closer to you. Derek smiled as he allowed himself to be controlled and placed his hand son your hips. He closed his eyes, ready to plant his lips on yours.

You slowly closed your eyes, and before your lips could meet, a terrifying banging came from the bedroom door. Derek whipped his head towards the direction. You slowly brought one of your legs over the side of the bed, ready to stand on your feet.

Derek noticed and was quick to get up off the bed first. "Wait." He stopped you. "It was just the wind."

"The wind?" You questioned. You paused a moment now. Something did not seem right. "No," you stood away from the bed now, "I think theres someone out there."

"Baby," Derek grabbed your hands, "no one. It's just you and me." He kissed you again, turning you to lay you back down on the bed. You were enjoying yourself until the banging on the door returned.

"What the hell." You pushed Derek off of you again. And this time instead of waiting for it again you stormed towards the bedroom door.

Derek grabbed your wrist. "Stop. Don't go out there." He warned.

The banging returned, accompanied by screaming and smoke emitting from the cracks of the door.

"What?"

Derek tugged you back. "We have to leave." He tugged again, "we'll die if we try to save them."

You could make out Cora and Isaac's voice coming from the other side of the door. Along with the others.

"Sweetheart," Derek tugged again.

'No." You tugged back. "We can save them, Derek."

"If we save them," he faces you, "what happens to them?"

You stared at him quizzically. It was then when a baby's cry erupted from behind him. You looked over his shoulder, shocked. There was another door behind him, surely where the cries were coming from.

"We can't save them. But we can save ourselves and start over. Just like you want."

Behind you, the kids continued to scream your name, begging for your help. And behind Derek the baby's cry only grew louder.

You stared Derek in the eyes, "how do you know thats what I want?" You asked him. "How do I know thats what you want?"

"What do you mean?" He asked, almost as if he were getting angry. "This is what you wanted."

"No," you shook your head. "I dont think I want that. Not like this." You snatched your hand out of Derek's grasp. You turned on your heel and began walking towards the door where the kids screamed out for your help.

Your heart was racing in your chest. You were terrified. Of what? You weren't sure yet. But whatever was happening here, it was wrong.

Derek yelled out your name loudly. But you ignored him, gripping the handle of the door, fighting through the burning sensation, and turning the knob to open the door.

*********

You gasped for air, as you lunged forward in a coughing fit. There was something lodged in your throat and you used all the force in your chest to get it out.

You wheezed, feeling some kind of hard object slowly creepy up your throat. You forced your mouth open wider as you dug with your index finger and thumb for the object.

You coughed, removing the object from your throat. You examine the foreign object in between your fingers with disgust. It was dead, for sure.

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"Gross." Isaac mused as he stared at the dead fly in the closed mason jar. "You swallowed that?" He asked you.

"If I did, I don't remember." You rolled your eyes. "I was having a pretty weird dream and....I was choking on this when I woke up. I want to know if this has anything to do with the nogitsune."

The betas stared at each other worriedly.

"What?"

Erica spoke up this time, "do you think...it was Stiles?"

"I don't know. I can't smell anything." you admitted. "I couldn't even hear you three coming."

Cora then scooted forward and grabbed the jar from your hands.

"We'll take this to him. But first you have to tell me whats going on between you and Derek. I dont like lying to him."

"I don't mind lying to him." Isaac shrugged.

Erica rolled her eyes, and the two girls both smacked his arms.

"What?" Isaac rubbed his arms.

"I know. After this, you don't have to come see me anymore if you don't want. I won't make you choose between me and Derek."

"But--,"

"I don't get it," Isaac interrupted, "I thought you and the animal doctor were friends. Why are you asking us to take this to him?"

"It's better you don't know." You tell him. "He knows. And I know he will help to make up for it." You sat up and inhaled a deep breath. "I also have one more favor to ask of you guys."

You knocked on Brett's bedroom door. He cracked open the door, pulling out an earbud. You stared him up and down, nonchalantly, "put a shirt on and come out to the den. And bring your sister."

Brett and Lori shortly appeared in the den, staring at the other three curiously.

"Brett, Lori," you pointed, "meet Cora, Erica and Isaac. Isaac, Cora, Erica, meet Brett and Lori." you introduced.

They only stared at each other and lastly at you. You could feel the judgement behind their stares and waved your hands in the air. "anyway," you began, "you two, will be going with them to meet an old acquaintance. Tell him you're looking for Satomi and he'll help you find her."

"What?" Brett asked. "You're kicking us out?"

"No?'' You folded your arms, now feeling awkward at the tension you were under. Cora stared at Brett angrily. "I'm just helping you. I know you want to go home and I don't know where to start to help you get there. He does."

"Right." He scoffed.

Cora got up on her feet, "what the hell is your problem?" she stormed up to him.

"What the hell is yours?" He retorted, puffing his chest out and staring down at her. Lori grabbed his arms pulling him back, while Erica grabbed Cora.

You sighed, rolling your eyes. "Stop." You told them. "Go or don't." You told Brett. "But just know, helping you find Satomi is at the bottom of my to do list right now. Can you deal with that?"

He clenched his jaw, then looked down at his sister. He thought a moment before nodding.

"Great." You clapped your hands together. "Let's get used to each other, huh." You forced a smiled at the young teens.

Isaac, Brett and Cora scoffed and turned away from each other. Erica and Lori were the only two who approached each other.

"This is gonna be ok." You told yourself.

[messylustt]

hii since u said you’d do something for stilinski can i request a fic where the alpha twins were just introduced and stiles and reader (best friends) like each other (everyone in the pack knows but them) and reader thinks stiles doesn’t like her so they start hanging out with the twins more and stiles gets jealous and it’s like a angry love confession and maybe smut?

++ thank u so much for taking the time to read & write this!! your writing is actually making me happy as sappy as that sounds💗💗

you’re my friend, not theirs — stiles stilinski + reader ( teen wolf ) : stiles getting jealous over the blooming friendship between you and the twins.

contents : jealous!stiles. kissing. sorry no actual p in v. i need to watch teen wolf again — that shit was gooood, and thank you so much ur actually so sweettt

"I want one." Lydia said, eyes focused behind you and Allison.

You both turn in your chairs to see the two new twins talking by a bookshelf. "Which one?" Allison asked, turning back. You kept your gaze on the twins, mainly for the fact that they were said—by your strange friend group—to be alphas.

Why they chose to go to school you could only guess. Most likely not to actually enjoy classes, but to keep an eye on said strange friend group.

"The straight one." You answered for Lydia. "I'd hope." You turn back in your chair to see Lydia narrowing her eyes.

You smile, just as Stiles slumps in the free chair beside you. Scott taking one beside Lydia. You glance back around at the twins, tilting your head in a slight observation.

Then you feel a poke on your arm. You turn your head to face Stiles, who is eyeing you with furrowed brows. "What are you looking at?"

"Our new classmates." You say, gazing back.

"You know they're alphas, right?" Stiles asks, making you nod. "Like, deadly...scary alphas?" He re-asks narrowing his eyes, as you chuckle.

"I heard they can shift into...like...one big werewolf." You say, in slight awe.

Stiles scoffs. "It's not that impressive."

"It kind of is." You mutter. Then you hear your seat scraping against the floor as Stiles jolts you around to face away from the twins.

"Do you know the distinction between friends and enemies?" Stiles asks, making you scoff. "Scott, did you know that y/n's rather stupid?" He asks Scott, making you elbow his arm.

"Yeah. She thinks the twins are cool." He continues, as you try to shut him up with your hand.

"I'm not the only one." You say defensively, before gesturing to Lydia, who is still eyeing up the straight twin.

"Well that's...Lydia." Stiles grabs your wrist, removing your hand from his mouth.

"Wow, your reasoning is impeccable, Stiles."

Stiles tilts his head at your sarcasm, the edges of his lips curving up a fraction. You get your wrist out of his grip before looking at Lydia—Allison and Scott caught up in conversation. "It's called having taste, Stiles."

Stiles raises his brows. "Taste?" He nearly exclaims. "Did you get hit in the head?"

"Alright...I'm gonna head to science." You say, ignoring stiles, standing, as the others spare you 'goodbyes'.

Stiles calls to your leaving form. "You have zero taste, y/n. Nada!"

You chuckle as you walk out into the hall. Stiles has been your best friend for almost forever. You enjoyed his jokes and even his incessant sarcasm. But you hated the fact that whenever he smiled butterflies would swarm your stomach. Whenever he would look at you a certain way your cheeks would pinken.

You had to brush it all way, knowing he wouldn't feel the same. And ruining such a long friendship would be horrible. Your mind is caught as you nearly collide with someone.

"Shit— sorry." You say looking up, holding a tighter grip on your notes.

One of the alpha twins stares back at you, a small smirk edging his lips. You quickly take in his appearance and the way he holds himself. "And I'd take it your the...straight one?"

He chuckles before beginning to nod. "Aiden." He introduces.

You nod. "Nice to meet you."

He raises his brows awaiting your own introduction. You go to speak, opening your mouth, but pause, seeming to remember exactly who Aiden is. "Will I be in danger if you know my name?" You whisper ask.

Aiden leans down to whisper back. "You might be safe."

"I might?" You ask, raising your brows.

Aiden smirks. "A pretty face usually makes it far."

Your mouth partly opens in slight shock. "Ha. So, you are a flirt." You straighten up. "Lydia's gonna love you."

"Mm, and what about you?" He asks, brushing a strand of hair away from your shoulder.

You chuckle. "Again—Lydia's gonna love you." You then step around him, walking into your class.

Stiles had seen one of the alpha twins follow you out. And of course, with a narrowed gaze—he followed him. He stopped upon seeing the twin speaking to you. Stiles' grip on the doorway was tight as he watched. A scowl formed as he saw the twin brush your hair over your shoulder, you chuckling about something.

What the hell were you talking about?—Stiles wondered, wishing he had scott's hearing. His stomach had tightened the moment he saw you with him. Hating seeing you smile at the enemy. But it wasn't just for the sake that it was the twin you were talking to. Stiles would feel like it no matter what dude it was. He wanted you to smile at him like that. Not someone else.

When you passed the twin for your class Stiles saw the way he eyed your form before leaving for his own class. Stiles scoffed to himself, glaring holes into the back of the alpha's head. No way was that beast getting you.

A few days had passed and through the halls you had caught yourself talking to the twins. It started off brief, just passing nods and a few hello's. But then you started picking up conversations where you'd left off the next time you'd pass eachother.

Stiles saw as you would wave at them or smile, them cracking a joke or a compliment. On the occasion that he would walk with you, Stiles' expression couldn't be more gloomy. You'd bump his shoulder making a comment on the "glare" he'd mastered, but Stiles' couldn't laugh, only hearing Aiden's compliments on your outfit or hair.

At first he didn't want to acknowledge that he was jealous. Because then he'd have to remember his large crush on you. He had had to push it away, knowing you wouldn't feel the same. You were freinds, and Stiles hid behind that concept, forcing himself to reason his glares to him just being a good friend, not wanting you to date someone like Aiden.

But once the days drew out, you and the twins seeming to grow closer, Stiles finally accepted his jealousy. You were his friend not there's. So, when he saw you smile and blush at a compliment Aiden gave you, he couldn't help himself but grab your wrist and pull you somewhere secluded.

You swiftly turned to face Stiles as you stared at him in confusion. You both are in the boys locker room, it being empty—the laccrosse team not practicing today. "What the hell-"

"What the hell is that?" Stiles cuts you off angrily. You stare at him, brows furrowing.

"What?"

"That." Stiles gestured to the now closed door. "Them. The twins."

"Aiden and Ethan?" You ask.

Stiles scoffs at the first name basis. "Yeah, Aiden and Ethan."

"What about them?" You slowly ask, never really having seen Stiles so mad.

Stiles clenches his jaw, all the past days annoyance bubbling up. "What about them? Really, y/n?"

Your still displaying confusion, as Stiles steps closer. "Why the fuck are you talking to them?"

"You're mad at me becasue I've said hi?"

"Oh, you've said more than hi." Stiles scoffs. "You keep talking with them in the halls as if your the closest of friends."

"Look Stiles, I know you don't like them. And I know they aren't particually saints. But if you spoke to them you'd realise how not in control they are. Deucalion—"

"I don't care for their sobstory, y/n. And you shouldn't either. You barely know them." Stiles has progressively gotten closer, before he's backing away, running his hands through his hair in annoyance. "God." He mutters.

"Stiles." You say, making him meet your gaze. "What is this?" Your tone has stayed calm, not wanting to start an arguement with Stiles of all people. "Are you okay?"

"No, y/n. I'm not." He finally says, fully stepping closer. You slightly stumble back at how swift his movement was. "Why do you want to talk to them?"

"Stiles, they...they're nice. They make me feel good, strangely enough."

"They make you feel good?" Stiles asks, eyeing you.

"They make me laugh. They are quite funny." You mutter, seeing how close Stiles is getting.

"Oh." Stiles chuckles, though the humour is lost. "Aren't they just amazing. Making you laugh and smile. You even blush around Aiden."

Your cheeks begin to redden on embarrassment as you cough. "No, I don't."

"Yeah, you do. And it's really annoying." Stiles says. "You know what else is annoying?" You meet his gaze, pressing your lips together. "The fact that you're blushing for him right now."

You scoff. "I'm not."

You can feel Stiles' breath hit your face. "I really hope that's true."

"Stiles, why are you so angry about this?"

And he cracks. "Because I don't want you to like some rabid wolf, I want you to like me!"

Stiles freezes, processing what he just revealed. Fuck. You stare at him, mouth beginning to open.

"What..." You drift off, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"I-" Stiles begins, stepping back, shocked and incredibly nervous at his own words. "I didn't-"

"You...like me?" You slowly ask.

Stiles goes to shake his head for fear of your rejection, but then he thinks of Aiden, and switches to a small nod.

Now your shocked, confirmation that his first confession wasn't a slip up. Silence has engulfed the locker room and Stiles can't bear it. "Say something...please."

"I didn't know...you liked me like that." You mutter, your life long crush's words having taken a toll on you.

He couldn't let you date Aiden and now you knew why. But your moments of silence were crushing his heart. He began to step farther away, thinking he just ruined your friendship, when you quickly grabbed his cheeks, and kissed him.

Stiles eyes widened, before they became hooded, the feel of your soft lips making his stomach do somersaults. But then your pulling away far too soon, eyes wide, your own shock at what you just did easily visible.

But Stiles doesn't waste another moment, smashing his lips back to yours. You slightly stumbled back at the force as Stiles began to lick and eat at your lips. He groaned into your mouth when he was able to finally push himself against you, your back hitting a locker.

"Oh, god." Stiles muttered against your lips. "This means you like me back...right?" He asks as he began to kiss your cheek and jaw, leading all the way to your neck, as his hand slipt around your waist.

"No, Stiles." You sarcastically say, making him chuckle against your skin. You grab his face, bringing him back to your face. "Kissing you doesn't mean I like you." You kiss him, your tongues eagerly meeting.

"I'm glad you've picked up my sacrasm." He says, continusously kissing you. "Otherwise that would hurt."

You smile into the kiss, your head buzzing with this reality. You had begun to unbutton his jeans, making his breath hitch, but he quickly grabs your hand, making you meet his gaze in question. "I didn't like hearing that the twins make you feel good." Stiles says, putting your hands over his shoulders, as he lead one of his hands back down.

He unbuttoned your jeans, slipping his hand inside making you grip his shirt. "I want to make you feel good." Stiles kisses you, as he reaches your panties, pushing them aside as he finds your wetness. You jolt when his fingers find your clit. "Much better than them." He whispered as he began to rub your pussy, circling around.

"Christ." You whispered into his neck, before your head hit back against the locker.

Stiles trailed one finger to your hole, pushing inside, making you whimper. "At first I was hurt, because you were my friend not theirs." Stiles said as he pushed another finger inside you making your hips stutter. "But now that doesn't matter, because you can be their freind all you like." Stiles littered kisses along you collerbone and neck. "As long as I can kiss and touch you like this." He grinned against your skin as you moaned, his pace quickening.

"Oh, god— please." You breathe, finding your hand in his hair. You kiss him, letting your lips bruise as he laps at your tongue. Stiles then kisses your cheeks. "You look so cute when you blush."

Your cheeks had heated due to the actions given by Stiles. "I thought you got annoyed when I b-blushed."

Stiles chuckles, curling his fingers inside you. You pant, sweat forming across your forehead. "That's only because you were blushing for Aiden. But now your blushing for me." Stiles smiles. “All for me."

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[andreafmn]

Ours | Derek Hale Oneshot

Word Count: 3.5K Requested by @gracelynn318: "Derek or Stiles finding out that their significant other (the reader) is pregnant and they try to keep it secret for as long as possible" Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms (vomiting, nausea, fatigue)

Summary: Derek Hale and (Y/N) have been together for a long time, and they didn't know something was missing from their lives until it arrived unexpectedly. And all they want to do is revel in the moment for as long as they can, by themselves.

A/N: this story follows 0% of canon, just the character's names. will admit. I am a horrible Teen Wolf fan that has yet to see season 5 and 6, and I've also yet to watch the movie. So, definitely an AU 😬also, be on the lookout for tonight or tomorrow for another surprise regarding this request 😉😉

Derek had noticed the change long before (Y/N) had. Long before she knew why she spent her days expelling her meals down the toilet drain, before she understood why her body craved more food than she could keep down, before she had even noticed that a month had passed and her period had not arrived. 

It came late at night. The soft putter of a heartbeat that felt so far that it could have been confused with the sound of rain against the pavement. They had been lying in bed, the exhaustion of living in Beacon Hills the only thing they needed to crash at night. But the sound had been bothering Derek. The continuous rhythm didn’t allow the wolf to lose himself in much-needed slumber. The sound kept him up, especially from where it was coming from. 

“(Y/N),” he whispered, running his hand up and down her arm to wake her. “(Y/N), baby, wake up.” 

“Mm,” she groaned groggily, cuddling to his body tightly. “Go to sleep, Derek.” 

 “(Y/N), I gotta ask you something. Wake up.” 

“We can talk in the morning,” she whined. “I’m tired right now.” 

“It’s important,” he chuckled softly. “I need your complete focus.” 

With a loud exhale, (Y/N) sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The sheet fell from her torso, and the coldness of the night made her skin erupt in goosebumps. She rarely got angry with Derek, but she was coming quite close at that very moment. “You better have a good reason to wake me, Der,” she said. “I’m so tired I might just put off killing you until tomorrow.” 

“Listen, please,” he said. “When was the last time you got your period?” 

“What?” the girl questioned. “You seriously just woke me up to ask about my cycle?” 

“More or less. Just answer. Did you get it last month?” 

It took her a moment to think. The grogginess of being woken up still clutched her mind, and recounting the past weeks was hard. But her body startled awake as she realized she had not gotten her shark week in a month and a half. That fact alone did not scare her. She had always been irregular, and in moments of stress, it was more likely than not that she skipped a cycle. The problem was that not only had she missed a period, she had been feeling sick for the past three weeks. And the math was not too hard to do. 

“I-I didn’t,” she stammered. “W-why are you asking?”

“Oh my god,” he answered. “Oh my god!” 

“What? What’s wrong?” 

Instead of answering, Derek pressed his ear to her stomach until he could hear the sound clearly. Alongside (Y/N)’s quickening heartbeat, a quieter, steady pattern joined. It was too indistinguishable now. “You’re pregnant,” he said. So quiet he wasn’t sure if he had said it at all. “There’s a baby in there. Our baby.” 

“Pregnant…” (Y/N) could not believe the word even as it rolled out of her tongue. “I can’t believe it.” 

“We’ll go to Deaton tomorrow, but I’m certain. I can hear their heart beating in there.” 

(Y/N)’s mind was reeling. Pregnant, she thought to herself. The word felt foreign. So did her body. Derek had noticed the change before her. How could she not have known that a life was growing inside her? How could she ever be a mother when she did not even know herself?  

Without realizing it, tears fell down her cheeks. She felt weak and panicked. The strong woman that had faced the biggest dangers and far scarier monsters trembled with the thought of a life depending on her for survival. It was one thing to volunteer to protect the members of the pack. They were old enough to fend for themselves. It was another to be responsible for the life and survival of another human. 

“Hey,” Derek called. His voice sounded like it was underwater. So far away that she could barely hear it. “Baby, what’s going on?” 

She hadn’t noticed that she had stood from the bed and was pacing around their room. Her breathing was shallow, and her chest heaved as she took in short breaths, trying to steady herself. Tears kept falling faster than she could wipe them away. They warmed her cheeks before the air turned them cold. It was the only thing that grounded her. 

And Derek. Always Derek. 

He had gotten off the bed, and within a second, he was wrapping his arms around her. The warmth from his skin calmed her. It brought her senses back to the moment, steadying her rampant heart. 

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he spoke into the crook of her neck. “Tell me what I can do to make it better.”  

“I’m scared, Derek,” she sighed, tightening her grip around him. “A baby. Here. Now.”  

“Why not here?” Derek smiled, his hands running through her hair. “Why not now? With you as their mother, that baby could be born underground, and they would be the luckiest child in the world.” 

“How could you be so sure?” (Y/N) cried. “I forget things all the time, I’m clumsy, I can barely redeem myself when it comes to fighting. If it weren’t for my weapons, I wouldn’t bring much to the fight against our enemies. What good would I be to protect a child? How could I be entrusted with their entire upbringing?” 

“Oh, (Y/N). You’re far more valuable than what you bring to a fight.” His hands cradled her face, the green of his eyes boring into hers. “You are the most caring person I know. If it weren’t for you, I would have killed half of the pack by now. You’re smart. You’re funny. And if anyone should be terrified of becoming a parent, it should be me.” 

“Come on,” she scoffed jokingly, her tears finally subsiding. “You’d be an amazing father. Temperamental, but great nonetheless.” 

“Well, I’m glad it at least got you laughing,” he grinned. “How about we just take this one day at a time, baby? Make sure we take things slow. Tell people on our own time. Instead of going to the doctor, we buy a pregnancy test at the pharmacy; confirm what I already know.” 

“But if you can hear the heartbeat, I am sure all the other wolves will, too,” she worried. “How am I supposed to take things as they come when everyone will know the second they come here?” 

“Then, I won’t let anyone back here,” he smiled. “I’ll have them meet me at the warehouse or at Argent’s place. We can say you’re sick with something and won’t be there. Or that you went to visit family out of state –I don’t know. The point is, we can do this, baby. I know we can.” 

“Well, I do admire your tenacity,” she chuckled, kissing his lips softly and hugging him again. “One day at a time, right?” 

“One day at a time.” 

And it worked. For two months, at least. 

That very morning, he went out and returned home with five pregnancy tests and a bouquet of flowers. And five minutes later, they all showed an array of dark pink plus signs and the word Pregnant on them. Just like that, it had been confirmed. A new baby Hale would be coming to Beacon Hills in eight months. 

They were excited. Of course, they were. But they couldn’t help the terror that overtook them as well. Bringing a new life into their world was a scary thought. The fact that anyone with knowledge of their child could use them against them was terrifying. Still, they wanted that baby more than anything they had wanted before. 

The child that grew inside of (Y/N) was the tangible representation of their love. Evidence that everything life had thrown at them had not been able to push them apart, not for a second. They had been through hell and back, always together, and they had come out of every single occasion stronger than before. That baby was the final piece to their equation. 

The next day, they went to the first available OB/GYN about an hour from the town. The doctor confirmed what they already knew, adding the new fact that she was around seven weeks along. The process was more than uncomfortable, but the result was well worth it. A tiny blob appeared on the screen, and the sound of a rapid heartbeat filled their ears. It made tears well up in their eyes. That tiny thing would soon turn into their baby. And even though it didn’t even have a distinguishable shape, they had fallen in love with them. 

At first, they thought they would pass the first trimester in bliss. That they would only grow more and more excited as the days passed. And they would have. Had it not been for all the symptoms that overtook (Y/N). 

She spent most of her day hunched over the toilet seat, emptying whatever was in her stomach. Even when she thought she could keep food down, an hour or two later, she would be in the bathroom letting it out. And if she wasn’t vomiting, she was ransacked with deep waves of nausea. Then, her breasts started to swell, painful jabs running through her every few days. In addition to heartburn and fatigue, it made her question just how worth it a baby could be. 

But Derek had been attentive as ever, if not a little overbearing. He had kept his promise of moving where the meetings were held, claiming that the loft was under renovation while (Y/N) was out of town for a bit. It wasn’t a complete lie, though. He used his downtime to clean up around the house and fix things he had put off for far too long. 

He fed her saltine crackers and electrolyte drinks, rubbed her back, and held her hair, and he loved her. Every day and every night, he loved her. Even when he had to stay up cleaning the bathroom or he had to carry her back to bed. He loved her through everything. 

“You did this to me,” she had groaned one day. “All I want is to eat chips and pickles, but I can’t keep anything down.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he responded, drawing circles on her back as he cradled her body in the bathroom. “Hopefully, in a week, it’ll subside. You’re almost out of the first trimester, and the morning sickness should get better.”

“Stop reading pregnancy books,” she whined. “By the time this bun is fully baked, you’ll know more than me.” 

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Derek chuckled but swallowed his laughter as (Y/N) gifted him an angry scowl. “Okay, okay. I think the ten books I’ve read will do.”

(Y/N) remained quiet and threw her head against his chest. His arms snaked around her body, a comfort she allowed herself to sink into. The warmth from his body felt nice against her shivering skin. But just his presence was enough to comfort her, regardless of the words she spoke. 

“I’m sorry I’ve been snappy these past few days,” she sighed. Her eyes closed as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, her head falling against his chest. “I love this baby, and I love you, but I don’t love puking all the time. And peeing all the time. And being tired all the time. I want to fast forward to the next few months.” 

“Hey, you can be snappy with me all you want. I can take it,” he said with a smile. “I will be right here every step of the way because I love you. More than you could ever know.” 

“Even when I’m all big and bloated?” (Y/N) chuckled, her hands falling onto the growing small bump. “They're already trying to deform my body.” 

“Well, at least you’re glowing.”

“No,” she sighed. “That’s just sweat.”

“Then you look beautiful covered in sweat,” he laughed. “Now, let’s get you to bed. Alright?” 

(Y/N) could only nod and wrap her arms around his neck as he carried her back to bed, laying right next to her. Even if he couldn’t take this discomfort away, he was trying his best to make things better for her. 

Another week passed, and things started to shift. The woman would only occasionally feel the need to throw up her food, but the constant nausea and heartburn had subsided. And once (Y/N) saw her baby's small fingers and feet in their 12-week ultrasound, she knew it had all been worth it. 

She also knew they couldn’t keep the secret to themselves any longer. 

The pack had become angsty. Wondering when (Y/N) would be coming back from her supposed trip. Two and a half months was far too long to just be with family. With no imminent danger in sight, they had too much time to check up on everyone else. 

“I think it’s time we tell them,” (Y/N) told Derek as they watched a movie. She cradled her small bump, something she had unconsciously started to do. “We’re almost at the five-month mark, and I think it’ll be too hard to hide.”

“Do we really?” he groaned. “I can just keep you hidden here until the nine months are up. They don’t have to know a thing.”

“You would really keep the mother of your child sequestered in these walls until I give birth?”

“Maybe even more,” he shrugged. “Maybe I’ll keep you here forever.”

“You’re quite funny, Mr. Hale,” she chuckled. “But they are our friends —our family. They deserve to know there’s one more person to protect.”

“I’ve just really liked this time,” he sighed. His chin rested on her shoulder, his beard tickling her exposed skin. “You know, just you and me. Basking in the time we won’t have once everyone knows and once the baby is here. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, (Y/N). A family of my own, that I can love and protect. A home that’s ours.”

“And we will have that,” she smiled. “We’re just allowing more love in. The best part, at the end of the day, we can just kick them out.” 

“When you put it that way,” he laughed before kissing her lips, savoring her. “Alright, fine. We’ll tell them next Saturday.” 

“Thank you, Der. It’s gonna be great.”

And it should have. 

Had it not been for the million things that went wrong that week. The A/C was busted for a total of four days, a pipe burst in one of the bathrooms, the paint they had ordered for the nursery had been put on back order, and the Camaro had to be taken into the shop for tuning. Thing after thing occurred, piling onto an already stressful time. 

Nevertheless, the week came and went. And before either of them knew it, Saturday had rolled in. 

To say (Y/N) was nervous was an understatement. For some reason, anxiety was taking over her body. Its claws dug themselves deep into her being. It made her veins run cold and her heart speed. She didn’t know how any of them would react to the baby. Even to the fact that they had kept it from them for so long. And although Derek tried his best to calm her worries, they had already made a home inside her head. 

“God, what if they hate the fact that I’m pregnant?” (Y/N) worried as she laid out more food than necessary on the kitchen counter. “What if they find the idea of bringing a child into a messed up world to be the worst thing ever?” 

“Who cares, baby? It’s our child,” Derek tried to reassure. “We are the ones that will be raising them. The ones to protect them. Always and forever.

“But they say it takes a village, Der. And that is one thing that I know is true. I mean, at some point, we will need their help.”

“And you really think we won’t have it,” he said, rounding the kitchen island. His hands traveled her body and, in one swift move, had her sitting on the counter. At eye level, he could stare directly into her glossy eyes. “We have been through everything with these people. Even the ones I hated at the beginning have become my closest friends. I’m 100% sure they’ll be thrilled that you’re pregnant.”

He snaked his hand to her chin, pulling her down for a soft kiss. But once their lips made contact, it was too much of a temptation to keep it chaste. Soon enough, their tongues danced together, and their hands pulled each other closer. It left them breathless and excited, wanting —needing more. 

“Uh, we can come back if it’s a bad time,” Stiles’ voice rang through the apartment, startling them apart. “But you guys did invite us here. So, it’s kind of bad on you guys.” 

“No. Yes! I mean, it’s not a bad time,” (Y/N) chuckled as she jumped off the counter, hiding her stomach with a comically large bowl. “We just got carried away, I guess.”

“The one day they decide to show up on time,” Derek grumbled under his breath. “Come in, why don’t you?” 

Before they knew it, the apartment was filled with werewolves, a banshee, other werehumans and supernatural beings, and their very own abominable snowman. The couple remained in the kitchen as everyone situated themselves, whispering under their breath what the best way to go about it would be. 

“Not to be pushy,” Peter called out. “But if you guys only called us over for some food, I have better things to do than hang around children all day.”

“You do know we’re all well above the age of eighteen, right?” Isaac retorted. “It’s been quite some time since we have been children.” 

“You’re still younger than me, correct?” 

“Well, yeah…” 

“Then children,” he said. “So, what is it? Am I staying, or am I leaving?” 

“Settle down, Peter,” Derek responded, biting back the urge to roll his eyes. “We do have something important to announce to everyone and would very much appreciate it if you just listen.” 

“Fine,” he frowned. “But you have ten minutes of my time before I decide to leave.” 

“All we need is a couple of seconds, really,” (Y/N) said with a smile on her face so sweet no one dared say anything else. “I’m sure you heard that I was away for a while and that we were undergoing renovations here. Which, as you can tell by the lack of changes, was not true. Derek lied on my behalf and moved any necessary meetings out of our home because I needed this time to myself as I underwent a sort of change in my life.” 

“Oh my god, you’re dying,” Stiles worried. “Is it cancer? Is it at least treatable?” 

“It’s nothing like that, Stiles,” she reassured with a soft chuckle. “But thank you for worrying. It’s just as life-changing but not necessarily life-threatening. At least, I’m hoping it’s not. But you could never be sure until…” 

“(Y/N), you’re rambling,” Derek whispered in her ear. “It’s nothing bad.”

“You’re pregnant!” Lydia exclaimed, a bright smile adorning her face. 

“How would you know that?” Malia questioned. “I thought you predicted death, not new life.” 

“It’s common sense,” she shrugged, disregarding the comment. “She’s been hiding for months. The place smells like paint, and nothing in this room is painted, so I can only assume it’s a bedroom. And she hasn’t stepped out from behind the island that just so happens to cover her stomach. Two and two always makes four.” 

“Except on this occasion, it made three,” (Y/N) chuckled. She walked around the counter and joined Derek’s side, her bump finally on display for everyone to see. “But, yes, Lydia, I am pregnant. Almost five months now.” 

A shower of ‘holy crap’s and ‘oh my god’s rained over them as, one by one, the pack got to their feet and hugged the couple in congratulations. They rejoiced together and started planning how to spoil little baby Hale even before they were born. Every single person was as excited and overjoyed as Derek and (Y/N) were, anxious for when the baby was born. 

Well, except Peter. 

“Yeah, next time you have these kinds of news, little nephew, make sure to make it an email,” he grumbled, looking at his watch. “Can’t believe I canceled evening plans for a pregnancy announcement.” 

“We love you too, Peter,” (Y/N) laughed. “Maybe if you leave now, you can still make it to whatever it is that you had planned.” 

“I’m already here,” he shrugged as he sat back down on the sofa. “Might as well take advantage of the free food.” 

“Ignore him,” Derek told her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “He can’t take this moment away from us. It’s all ours.” 

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