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ellswritings · 5 months ago

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Jealousy, Jealousy

Derek Hale x Reader

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

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

A werewolf to be precise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You guys ready?” She asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yup,” Alison nods, popping the “p.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N, wait!” Derek calls out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because they’ll handle that together too.

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

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renjunniex · 1 year ago

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Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader Series

Omega Part 1

A/n: This mini-ish series will take place from season 2-3. Also just a disclaimer I’m not POC and when i write i always imagine myself in the situation I’m writing and then describe it accordingly of course i will do my absolute best to keep this inclusive for everyone however if i make a mistake please feel free to let me know! This is also my first ever x reader story, I’ve always done OCs when writing on other platforms so be patient with me please! Thank you and love you guys! <3

Prompt: after everything that happened with Peter had finally been resolved it was time to watch over Lydia, unfortunately not everything goes to plan.

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You were sitting in the hospital waiting room with Stiles, who was unfortunately snoring and very clearly dreaming about Lydia. Stiles rolled over in the chair, mumbling some nonsense you could care less about. However, it still made you chuckle, he’s been in love with her since you could remember and while you wished he would just leave it alone you knew he couldn’t.

Melissa walked through the door with Lydia’s father, he glanced at you and Stiles before pointing to you guys, “He’s been here all morning.” Melissa’s eyes met where the man was looking, “He’s been here all weekend.”

You chuckled and looked over to Stiles just in time to see him unknowingly freak out a poor staff lady with his sleep talking, “Sorry, he’s little… well as you can see, an odd sleeper.” She rolled her eyes before walking away, clearly not wanting to be bothered. You bumped Stiles in the stomach with your elbow and he shook awake making the balloon that was tied to the chair swish in his face.

“I’m going to get going, I’m exhausted and these chairs were not made for sleeping, even though you seem to have figured it out.” He glared at you before sitting up completely, “Did you want me to drive you home?”

You shook your head slightly, “No, don’t worry about it, Melissa’s house isn’t too far from here and I could use the fresh air after everything that’s happened.” He nodded understanding what you meant, from Scott’s werewolf problems, to Peter being an absolute menace to our grade point averages, and to top it all off your new abilities that awoke when Scott was bitten (you guys still have no idea what it is), it seemed that you guys didn’t even have time to breathe for a while.

“I’m just going to let Melissa know that I’m heading home and then I’ll be on my way,” You smiled and with a wave exchange between the both of you, you turned and made your way to the front door, where Melissa was standing behind the desk. You gave your parting words and she gave the motherly warning of “be careful” that you’re beyond used to at this point.

You see you are Y/N L/N, no relation to Melissa McCall or her son that you’ve known since you learned to talk, but your parents were in some accident when you were little and from then on Melissa and Sheriff Stilinksi took care of you. At first it was just them switching off every few weeks, then after Scott’s dad left you stayed exclusively with the Sheriff and when Melissa was able to move on from that event she took you in completely. You’ve been with her ever since, Stiles and Scott were like your brothers, always there for you when you needed it. Never made you feel like you were the odd one out, even though you were. That didn’t matter though, because you had all you needed, the perfect family in your eyes.

Your thoughts got interrupted by the sound of a machine, you turned your head in the direction of the sound only to realize you had reached the cemetery without realizing and it was Isaac Lahey working the machine. ‘His dad must’ve made him work a night shift, again.’

You actually knew the boy pretty well, you were in Chemistry together, even had a project you two were paired together for. He was such a sweet guy, insanely cute too although that you would never admit to anyone but yourself.

You knew to a slight degree of what his dad has done to him, you wanted to tell someone but the tall boy had a panic attack at just the thought of the idea. He said it was because if things were to go wrong he couldn’t bare the thought of his dad trying to hurt you.

You decided you were gonna stop by and keep him company for a while before making your way back home. You walked into the dark graveyard, making your way towards the rig that Isaac sat on so clearly focused on his work. He only noticed you when you raised your hand in the air and let your voice ring out.

“You seem quite focused over there, you wouldn’t mind some company, right?” You questioned with a slight smile on your face.

You could see his eyes just so slightly light up to the point where you could’ve probably made yourself believe you imagined it. “No, no, I wouldn’t mind, so long as you don’t mind being slightly uncomfortable in this one person seat.” He smiled so softly and you have to admit it made your heart flutter ever so slightly.

You put your hand over your heart and with a sarcastic look and tone you gasped, “Oh no, stuck in a one person seat with the ever so charming, Isaac Lahey? How ever will I cope?” He chuckled at your response and reached a hand out for you to take.

“Thank you my dear Prince Charming.” You said with a fake accent.

“Prince Charming, huh?” He inquired while holding onto your hand. You smiled and gave him a proud nod, “Yep, only a prince would allow a peasant like me to sit in this amazing contraption.” You gestured to the yellow machinery. He huffed amusedly before silently going back to his work and for the next ten minutes you both just basked in each other’s presence. You looked down and saw your hands still interlocked, you could almost feel your heart stop in that moment. Without even thinking more about it, you gave Isaac’s hand a small squeeze and right away you felt him squeeze your hand back.

You looked up at him, “Hey Isaac?”

“Yes, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing! I just was wondering if maybe you-”

Your phone rang before you even got a chance to finish, you sighed and gave him an apologetic look to which he shrugged it off in a light hearted manner. You looked down at your phone, which was still ringing, only to see a name that instantly made you worry.

Stiles?

Why would he be calling right now?

You answered the phone, only to hear the stuttering and chaotic mess that is the young Stilinksi boy, “Y/N!” You pulled the phone away from your ear, it caused Isaac’s head to snap to you, his eyebrow raised.

“Stiles, what could you possibly need right now, I’m kind of busy,” You huffed.

“LYDIA!”

“Lydia? What about Lydia?”

“She just left out the hospital window!” Your eyes widened, “She WHAT?”

“Yeah you heard me, look I’m gonna come get you, Scott already knows so we’ll regroup and find her.”

“There’s no need to come get me, I’m not that far right now, I’ll be there soon and then we can get Scott,” you glanced at Isaac hoping he wouldn’t be upset at the situation but he just gave you a look that said ‘it’s alright, I understand’ and you knew it would be okay.

“How are you not home yet?”

You sighed, “Now’s not the time, okay I’ll explain to you later.” You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone.

“Isaac, I’m really sorry but I have to go it’s an emergency,” you looked at him as he gave you a slight wave off, “It’s alright, I’ll see you at school.” You gave him a smile and without a second thought you kissed him on the cheek and hopped off the rig, starting your jog back to the hospital. “I’ll see you at school!”

Little did you know, you left the tall boy slightly red with his hand on his cheek.

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a/n: andddd that’s part one, i thought about doing the full episode in one part but i feel like that’s a lot to read over. Tbh none of this has been read over either lol ANYWAYS let me know what you think and if you see any mistakes let me know!

#Isaac lahey #teen wolf #Isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey imagine #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #alison argent #lydia martin #teen wolf series #isaac lahey fluff #isaac lahey angst #teen wolf fluff

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I will NOT write rape, incest, SA.

You may request for characters not on this list but If I'm unfamiliar with the fandom it probably will get skipped over.

I will write reader x character, character x character, character x requested person (your name).

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Lost & Found | PART 1

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Misunderstandings

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aloneatpeace · 1 year ago

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 11

You were walking home when you felt the shift in the atmosphere, there is something different in the air. Something or someone is watching you, it doesn’t feel malicious nor benevolent. You quicken your steps but the second you take another step. Your shifted to the road Infront of you changes, there is no houses or street but it’s like you’re in hallway of some crumbling temple, you can feel the cold air coming from the behind of you but you cannot see a thing, darkness covered was all you could see.

The fire torch was doing poor job in helping you see anything. You felt like you’re dreaming yet felt like this is the reality and everything else was an illusion. You hesitantly take step forward; you rather take a warmth that the torch provides than go back to the darkness. The torch next to the lit up as you walk and one by one everything lit up.

Chest beating out your ribs, sweat accumulating on the forehead from fear, you look around. The place is made of stones and the walls carved with symbols that seems to be ancient the whole place gives the aura of centuries if not more than couple of centuries of history.

There is circle shaped table that made of stone had carvings of symbols stand the middle. But that is not what captured you, it’s the giant statue of a goddess or entity that carved in the wall was captivating behind the stone table. A representation of sheer power and confidence oozed from the figure, head held high, tall and proud, the crown on the head, the details of the dress everything seems to be perfect and you felt a pull towards it.

Then all of sudden a bright yellow orange shined making you close your eyes at the brightness, hands covering half of your face your try to look at the source of the light, the wind picked up with a low difficulty you finally see what made that glow on the center of the table floating in the midair was a stone of bright yellow.

Your eyes glazed and you didn’t hear a small stone beside you falls to the grounds as the giants come back to life, eyes glowing red. You didn’t acknowledge them, they both kneel the side of the table as you walk towards the stone, four stone hands placed as striae to help you on top of the table.

Stone shines bright as if its waiting for your arrival for eternity and now that you are near the glow seems to spike and the energy around the stone was buzzing with an uncontrollable power and magic. Now the glow lit up the place everything was visible.

What you did not see the thousands of bodies of women of your ages and lay lifeless. Some of the already become bones and some frozen and crushed under. This was no temple nor its was a tomb but it is the throne of the scarlet witch.

The lord of chaos magic Chthon made the throne for the scarlet witch a nexus being. one of the very rare entities that can influence the universe in a way that changes probability and alters time flow.

You slowly lift your hands to touch but hesitate for moment the stone move towards you as if it’s encouraging you to touch it, you touch then without a millisecond delay the stone is dissolve and the bright yellow light turns red blow harshly, Infront of you the statue seems to come to life as a shadow a woman floating the air with the same crown and attire.

She gives of the aura of power and strength, the way she held her head high insinuate the certainty she has, her posture was straight and defined it. The benevolent and malevolent energy thick in the air and it is hard to confirm which was dominant.

She has that light feminine energy; a source of spiritual power and healing connect with inner. wisdom and intuitive. Embodies sensuality, gentle, emotional and expressive a empathic graceful goddess

She has the dark feminine energy; a force of raw emotions, untamed desires and primal power. A sacred rage, sensuality and assertiveness. Represents the fiery transformational side of femininity that fuels the death and rebirth.

Suddenly the figure bust into a red bright glow and it enter inside your body, you could feel the power flowing inside you, your senses being highlighted, the magic inside you strengthen ten folds.

Then everything seems to fade away as you pass out, as you fall the reality change into previous. the red veins fade away from your skin into the deepest of your body.

The leaves crunch under the weight of the wolf, as it slowly stalks towards you with calculating steps. The night is silent as dead, the porch lights of the houses are all dim and no one was on the street. The wolf had seen it all happened, out of nowhere you disappear and come back knocked out cold. He sniffs around of you checking, your heart beating now steady and clam but seems like you’re not going to wake up any soon.

The wolf looks at your face before nudging your face with his cold nose still no response he glances around for a minute before running away.

The wolf shift into his human form and his red eyes shine bright contrast of the darkness, peter change into his clothes. He come back to you “what are you?’’ he asks pushing your hair away from your face he lifts you off ground and carry towards a car, Jennifer waits for him.

“Is she dead?”

“I do not kill everyone I come across Jennifer” peter said before pausing for minute “it depends on who you are and my feeling of the day” placing on you the back seat, a buzzing reached his ears and lands on your pocket.

He takes it without a thought and roll his eyes at the texts and calls before putting back in your pocket.

He turns to Jennifer “you know where to take her”. She node at him before driving away

Far away in the exosphere the phoenix force let out a cry of anguish at the entity for taking you as host before the force could. Orange bright wings with a little mixture of yellow and red shines now the both have to wait and see how you overcome and then the force will decide if you should be able to be its host or not.

Sheila waits in the porch for you to get home, this isn’t the first time you come late but this feels different. You never been this late and she know that you know she will be waiting for you and doesn’t want to worry her and the murders has been going on you usually come earlier and you didn’t even answer her texts or calls.

She gets got bonnie bed, the day had been hard on her learning that she was witch and her grams words are true took a toll on her.

She hesitates thumb hover over the contact she dials.

Drools fall on the pillow as stiles slept peacefully murmuring something about unicorns and supernatural. The obnoxious ringtone of his phone wake him from his slumber, startled he sit up whining he pick up the phone without look at the id

“You better have something fucking important to say”

The other side pause he was about the throw the phone away and continue his precious sleep your grams voice says his name. Stiles eyes wide realizing he just cursed at your grams.

“Stiles?”

“Oh…… God… I was talking to myself……. I would never curse at you…….it just sleep talking”

“It’s alright stiles…. I was calling to see if y/n is with you?” stiles now fully awake scott told him that you were gone home after talking with derek and that’s been hours ago.

“She is not home?” he asks tensely

“No… is she with you or Scott’s home. She didn’t even answer my calls or texts?” her worry was evident on her voice

“of course, she isn’t home…. Because she is sleeping right here…… we just having sleepover?” stiles pat the pillow next to him and slowly get up, balancing his phone by his shoulder he gets wear his pants and take a shirt from the floor.

“Really didn’t you have one recently? Stiles, tell me the truth is she with you?” her tone made stiles pause. A part of him want to cover for you, but other part of doesn’t want to lie to your grams. He takes his keys and starts to make his way to hallway of his home.

“don’t worry she is alright…...she is sleeping”

A sigh of relief can be heard “well when she wakes up come see me first thing in the morning”

“Yep…got it”

After he hung up, he quietly as he can get out the house. Getting inside his jeep he makes way to scotts home. All the texts and calls unanswered made him nauseous, he doesn’t know what happened why you don’t respond to him and grams. Scott texted him that’s you gone home after talking with derek and that’s was like hours ago you should be home by now sleeping. His thought all the possibility but nothing defined your absence other than something really happened.

He curses your name “you better be fucking alright. I swear to God I can never sleep peacefully.”

He throws a little rock at scott’s window he is in no mood of climbing his legs already feels jelly. He so closes to screaming his name from top of his lungs.

“Fucking finally”

“What the hell are you doing stiles in the middle of the night” scotts unclear voice asked looking down at stiles.

“Mowing your lawn, what do you think?” stiles hiss

Scott sigh at him not having the energy to entertain “stiles, its middle of the night. quit it.”

“I’m sorry alright, grams just called me saying y/n isn’t home and she is not answering any of my call or texts”

Scott stands straight “what do you mean, she gone home right after our talk. She should be home sleeping by now”

“Yeah, expect the fact she is not and I just lied grams that we’re having sleeping over”

Stiles throws his hands in air “I was nervous okey, I didn’t want worry her. Now I’m stressing the fuck out here. What if she became late night desert for a vampire or turned to shudder cheese”

Scott’s mouth open and close like fish in water “stiles…...that’s……”

“Horrible I know…….im sorry I don’t know what to do…”

Scott thing for a moment before leaving the window making stiles frown suddenly scott jump out the window swiftly landing Infront of stiles, he stumbles at hands clenching his heart eyes comically wide.

“DUDE, WARNING A WARNING”

“Shh…. Come on mom is sleeping”

Scott and stiles sit in his jeep, seeing scott type away stiles sigh “it’s a waste of time”

“Where could’ve she go?”

A unknow caller id pop on stiles phone he declines it one hand still on the wheels as the drive around the neighborhood. It rings again he decline after continuous ringing Scott take it from him accepting the call.

His face pales when he hears what the caller said he turns to Stiles “to the hospital”

“What? Why? who is that?” stiles questions

“it’s a nurse. She said y/n is in the hospital. She might put your number in the emergency number” scott answer.

Stiles drives to the route to the hospital “what happened? Is she okey?”

“She is unconscious didn’t explain much”

Stiles gulps “I swear to god I’m going to whoop her ass when she opens her eyes”

Stiles and scott walk into the room that you’re in after getting the number from the nurse at the front desk. “Is she alright?” scott ask the nurse as stiles move towards you.

The nurse sigh “the thing is we don’t know what’s wrong with her?”

Scott frown at that “what do you mean?”

“Someone left her like this at the front of the building the guard saw a car leaving, when we checked her heart was accelerating so fast, we thought she might have tachycardia but she clams down. We tried to wake her up but as you can see, we couldn’t. we run some test for any substance that caused this state but found none. So far, we didn’t find anything that might cause this.”

“So, she is in some kind of deep asleep” stiles look down at you sleeping away without a worry while he and scott almost had heart attack.

Once the nurse is gone scott take off his jacket and let it rest on the chair that was there walking towards your bed.

“Should we tell her grams?” he asks

Stiles looks at him with an uncertain face “I don’t know, we will just wait for to wake up”

Scott leans in and check your neck and stiles watches carefully “she isn’t bit right?”

“No there is no bite marks or even a scratch” scott expression change into puzzled while stiles sigh in relief.

Scott leans towards your face sniffing he does it few times and stiles face twist uncomfortably “dude you’re being weird”

His eyes wide mouth hung open “I smell a werewolf on her” stiles mirror his expression; they both look at you with concern.

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Allison Argent x Martin!Fem!Reader

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Request: Anonymous asked:Can I please have an imagine where the reader is the younger sister of Lydia Martin (by one year) and She starts to have feelings for Alison Argent after they meet and is unaware that Alison feels the same way until after the reader takes an Arrow to her side that was meant for Alison. They end up confessing and kiss passionately plz?

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When it first started you just assumed it was because you liked her as a friend. She was nice and kind and treated you the way she treated your sister. Your sister, Lydia, on the other hand, chased you away like you were a stray cat.

“I’m just saying that you don’t need to come with us.” Lydia complained as she waited at her locker for Allison. You caught a glimpse of Allison first. She was laughing at something that Isaac was saying as she came down the stairs. She seemed to be lit by warm sunlight. Lydia scoffed and blocked her from your view. “Will you go away!”

“Fine. But Mom said I have to go with you tonight.” You said dismissively as you pushed off the lockers and left. Allison called after you and waved. You smiled and waved back until Lydia looked pleased as you turned back and waved before continuing to hurry away. “What’s up?” She asked Lydia as she scoffed and watched you walk away.

“Why can’t she get friends of her own?” Lydia grumbled. Allison chuckled and shook her head as she went through her locker.

“I like (Y/N).” Allison said. Lydia rolled her eyes.

“Of course you two like each other.” She muttered. Allison was rummaging through her locker and stepped away.

“What’d you say?” She asked. Lydia waved her off and the two of them continued on their way.

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“This way!” You shouted. Liam dived into the shadows and you could hear an awful sound of growling, teeth-gnashing and tiring. You weren’t sure who was behind you but they kept pace. You thought possibly Stiles or Kira but you weren’t sure which one had caught up to you first.

“Watch out!” Kira shouted. She lept forward swinging her weapon as she yelled. It sang in the air and made a light clanging sound as it struck something.

“What was that?” Stiles asked. Kira found her footing and grabbed at something in the grass.

“An arrow? Not one of Allison’s though.” She said as the three of you continued running.

“There’s a monster and a hunter! Great!” You snapped and all of you stopped as you came to a cliff edge. Hurrying along to the familiar clearing that was up ahead you spotted Allison. She was trying to reason with someone in the tree line while Scott was on the floor. Lydia was pressing down on a wound with an arrow protruding from it. Liam rushed past the three of you but deeper in the tree line. If you hadn’t turned back to look at Kira and Stiles you wouldn't have noticed him.

“Allison!” You yelled and ran forward. The hunter stepped forward and drew their weapon. A large bow. Lydia froze and a scream caught in her throat. Scott saw her panic and turned despite the wound that wasn’t healing. You knocked Allison aside as Scott reached out. He yanked at your ankle which caused you to fall and the arrow hit you in the arm. It had been square on and would have hit you in the chest if you hadn’t fallen. Another arrow followed quickly before Liam dove on the hunter. Malia staggered towards him, wounded but determined to help wrangle the hunter whose mask was knocked off. Allison seemed to recognise him. She turned away and rushed to you.

“(Y/N)!” She gasped.

“I’m ok.” You croaked out. She had tears in her eyes and looked around for help. Stiles hurried over, calling for help while Kira yanked off her jacket to give Allison something to help with your wounds.

“(Y/N) I’m so sorry!” Allison went on. She managed to help you despite her eyes being so clouded with tears that she couldn’t see.

“I’d take an arrow for you any day.” You said quietly, starting to feel rather sleepy.

“I love you.” Allison said when she couldn’t get you to say anything else. Lydia trembled as she began to feel a familiar wave rush over her. Everyone looked up when light flooded the clearing. An ambulance barely made it through and Melissa burst out of the van’s glow. She was followed by a dozen or so officers who apprehended the hunter. Lydia let out a tearful sob of relief as someone took over helping Scott and the feeling of dread began to die down. You began to come to, in the ambulance as Lydia and Allison crammed into the back with Melissa and another paramedic.

“Allison, I’ll take over.” Melissa said gently as you took Allison’s position at your side. Lydia had to reach out and guide Allison to a seat out of the way.

“(Y/N) will be fine.” Lydia promised. She shared a look with Allison who searched her face and nodded realising that Lydia was genuine.

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@gillybear17 @ravennoore14 @the-caravello-post @killing-gremlin @aegonandaemondtargaryenslut18 @lchufflepuffcorn @maplefire18 @geekyandgay98 @savagemickey03 @kaitieskidmore1 @fatherfigured

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emmavzlsblog · 5 months ago

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Imagines

What genres do i writes about:

Smut(threesome)

Fluff

Angst

What i write:

Boy X Girl

Girl X Girl

Boy X Girl X Boy

Girl X Boy X Girl

What i don't write:(smut)

incest,non-con(rape),anything with pain,

What i do write:(smut)

oral(f! and m! receiving),threesome,lesbian sex,non protected sex(wrap it b4 you tap it!),use of sextoys(such as strapon for lesbian sex,dildo,maybe cockring,double sided dildo,you get it!),i will write different position(69,missionary,doggy style,cowgirl,reverse cowgirl).I will also write facesitting,fingering,bondage...

Who i write for:

Teen Wolf:

Stiles Stilinski,Scott Mccall,Liam Dunbar,Theo Raeken,Peter Hale, Derek Hale,Isaac Lahey,Malia Tate/Hale,Lydia Martin,Alison Argent,Kira Yukimura,Erica Reyes,Hayden Romero,Brett Talbot,Aiden,Cora Hale,Jordan Parrish,Tracy Stewart.

Outer Banks:

Sarah Cameron,John B Routledge,JJ Maybank,Kiara "Kie" Carrera,Rafe Cameron,Pope Heyward,Cléo,Barry.

The maze runner:

Newt,Thomas,Brenda,Teresa,Aris,Minho,Gally,Harriet,Sonya.

Not Okay (2022 movie):

Danni Sanders,Colin,Rowan.

American Assassin:

Mitch Rapp.

Twilight Saga:

Bella Swan,Edward Cullen,Jacob Black,Alice Cullen,Rosalie Hale,Emmett Cullen,Jasper Hale, Benjamin,Seth Clearwater,Leah Clearwater,Jared,Embry Call,Quil Atera,Paul.

Scream:

Billy Loomis,Stu Macher,Sydney Prescott, Tatum Riley,Dewey Riley,Gale Weathers,Randy Meeks,Mickey Altieri,Roman Bridger,Mark Kindcaid,Jill Roberts,Kirby Reed,Olivia(Scream 4 forgot her last name😭),Wes Hicks,Sam Carpenter,Tara Carpenter,Chad Meeks, Mindy Meeks,Amber Freeman,Richie Kirsch,Ethan Landry,Quinn Bailey,Anika.

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Like what action do you want them to do,what place,and as for some character,precise what era you want like for Samantha in Scream precise if you want her in the scream 5 or in the 6 because she is totally different in those two movies...

Writer's note:

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#teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #alison argent #Alison argent imagine

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fourmoony · 3 years ago

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𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞. 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞.

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝. |𝟐.𝟖𝐤|

|𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.|𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝟐)|

I liked the way his breath felt on my neck, warm, but still somehow able to raise goosebumps across the surface. It was the same way his touch ignited fire, yet left coldness in its wake. He made me dizzy with his attention to detail, the way he'd leave my head spinning and vision blurry all because he knew exactly what buttons to press and when to press them. He was rough, and yet careful, like every move was calculated in an effort not to cause me unnecessary pain, and he never left any unintentional bruises. Time after time, he made me feel intoxicated by the taste of his tongue - sometimes his spearmint toothpaste and sometimes, me. He was god like, when he had me like that, and I knew he liked the power trip, knew he liked to feel superior in this one part of his life he could control; me.

I never questioned his abilities, never doubted how easily he could turn me to putty in his hands. I liked to be looked after, liked the feeling of everything in our chaotic lives slipping away for the moment, being replaced with absolutely nothing but the feeling of being with him.

Stiles Stilinski knew exactly how to play me, until I was singing like a canary, his name falling off my tongue like a prayer, like gospel, like I should get down on my damn knees and pray to him - and if that would make me feel like that forever, I would.

But I wasn't an idiot, I knew the rules, knew the deal. I knew that the things we did, the way we made each other feel, I knew it was to serve one purpose - other than pure, filthy pleasure - a distraction. In Beacon Hills, it was rare to have a mind occupied by anything other than what supernatural creature was lurking in the shadows, trying to make its way into the light. Our agreement served as a distraction to the nightmares, the stress and the anxiety of the lives we lead. It was an out. A glorious, toe curling, filthy, out.

"I can't see a thing." Stiles complained, voice raised so he could be heard over the pounding of the rain against his windscreen and the screeching of his wipers, fighting against the persistent awful weather, despite having little affect.

I watched from the passenger seat as he squinted his eyes, leaning closer to the window as though that would help. The car swayed with the heavy wind, headlights doing little to illuminate the reserve road in the dead of night. The blanket wrapped around me was damp, my body shivering uncontrollably despite the heat in the car being up full blast. I couldn't find the energy to talk, to agree that the weather was possibly too dangerous to be driving in, that maybe we should have stayed at Scott's place until it was clear. But I also knew that staying there, with everyone else, meant having to stew in the memories and emotions of the previous twenty four hours.

Stiles noticed my lack of response a moment later, looking over to find me already staring at him. His eyes didn't stay with mine very long, returning to the road a moment later in the name of safety. I had silently thanked him for that.

The storm had been brewing for days, dark skies and heavy clouds were dead set over Beacon Hills, a form of warning for what was to come. Most of the county would remember the storm as the one that destroyed their flowers or knocked over their garden furniture. I'd forever remember it as the storm that signified the end of the latest battle against foreign supernatural creatures. I was tired. Tired of fighting, tired of constantly looking over my shoulder, of needing distractions, of the nightmares and the insomnia and delusions and of the drama of it all.

I wanted to feel normal, again.

I wanted to shower and change out of my dirty, bloody clothes and climb into fresh sheets and my comfortable mattress.

Stiles' porch light was off, which meant that the Sheriff was at the station, likely dealing with the ever-ringing storm-related phone calls. I barely questioned why he hadn't taken me home, like I'd asked. Maybe it was because his house was closer, less dangerous to drive to, or because he knew I shouldn't have been left alone. We made it into the house in silence, into his bedroom in silence, before I finally spoke up.

He'd set out clothes for us on the radiator, warming them for our exit from the shower, and was messing around with the heat settings.

"Do you think things will go back to normal now?" I asked, rather naively.

We both knew the answer.

Just like he knew what I wanted to hear.

Stiles stood up, a softness in his eyes I only ever saw when we were clothed, and put his hands on either side of my head, tangling them in my damp, matted hair, "For a while, maybe."

I nodded.

He was gentle with me while we showered, letting the soap melt away with the adrenaline of the previous hours. Reality had started to set back in, my mind already fighting and kicking the bad thoughts, desperate for distraction.

When we were done, washed of the day's exertions and back in his bedroom, I started to feel the familiar kick of adrenaline. It was the familiar feeling of his hands, gentle on my skin as they left goosebumps in their wake, heat swirling within me to takeover from cold, emptiness. His eyes were dark, hollow, the way they often were when we fucked. It was a sure reminder that there were to be no emotions, no feelings involved in this act. We were different when we were like this. We weren't best friends with the same sarcastic humour, we were two people, pleasing and distracting one another the only way we knew how. We might as well have been strangers.

My towel didn't last long, dropped in a damp heap along with Stiles'. His room was dark, lights off aside from the red glow of the lamp attached to his investigation board. His hands grasped at the skin on my waist, head tilting down until his nose gently brushed my own. I found myself lost in the darkness of his eyes, drowning in them, captured and unable to look away. He was powerful then, in control, in so many ways. I knew thats what he got off on, having at least one thing in his chaotic life that he could control.

"Hands and knees, baby." It comes as a whisper and yet I still feel the weight of it's power pressing down on me, pushing the air from my lungs.

I'd do anything he said, be anything he wanted me to be, all because of the way it - he - makes me feel.

I nod once, leaving his hold and making my way to his bed. He watches me as I situate myself, unknowing that he's barely even touched me and the metaphorical elastic band is pulling taught in my stomach, already. I taste the anticipation like acid on my tongue before a storm, feel myself slipping into the familiar mind space he always sends me to - the one free of worry and anxieties, the one with only him and the pleasure he ensues.

When he joins me, hands on my hips and pelvic bone flush against my ass, I whine. I whine at his patience, and my lack-there-of. I whine because he's so close, and not close enough.

Stiles leans forwards, warm torso flush against my back, an exact copy of my own position and links his fingers through mine. His entire being surrounds me, engulfs me, takes over, and I give the entirety of myself to him, just as I always have.

"Stiles-" I pant, embarrassingly so as he's barely even touched me, "Please."

He kisses my shoulder, uses his left hand to push my hair off of the bare skin, lights it on fire beneath his lips. My head tilts back into the side of his neck, the feeling of him brushing against me too much and not enough all at once. The air is heavy, both from the storm raging outside and the atmosphere in his room, and I struggle to breathe.

"Please what?" His voice is hollow, a shell of a man, emotionless and it sends a chill down my spine.

"Fuck me."

He pushes my shoulder blades, arching my back which he kisses, down my spine until he reaches my tail bone. One arm wraps itself around my front, palm flat against my stomach, warm and it sends a flutter to where I need him most.

I clench my jaw, fighting the urge to push back against him.

"Tell me if it gets too much, I'll stop." Stiles speaks into my slickness, the air his mouth exudes causing me to clench around nothing.

I nod, sure that if I speak, I'll let out a pleading sob for him to do something, anything to get me to my release.

I feel him seconds later, a single finger gently making its way through my folds until he makes his way back to my clit. I let out a moan in relief. Everything floods away until all I can feel is him, him, him. He's careful, precise, teasing me in a way that will make sure I'm ready for him. I shove my face into his jersey sheets, hoping to quiet the whimpers leaving me as he circles his finger slowly, all too slowly.

"I need you to be loud tonight, baby. Don't want to hear anything but you." Stiles finally talks, the permission I need to let go.

It's all not enough, but the energy is too much, the built up is too much, the adrenaline is too much.

Stiles pulls back, I hear the sound of him licking me from his fingers, roll my eyes because even though I can't see it, I know how hot he looks. He pulls my hips up and onto his lap, my torso following until my back is against his chest. I hold onto the headboard in front of me and sink down when he pushes my hips in the direction. My head falls back onto his shoulder in relief and pleasure, a choked gasp leaving my lips. Stiles' fingers flex, his teeth sinking into my shoulder, muffled groan leaving him as I land on his thighs.

One hand leaves my hips, wraps around my front to slide up my body and land on my throat. He squeezes gently as I melt into him, drunk on the full feeling he gives me, on how nice he's pressed against that one spot inside of me that makes me go weak. I whimper and wine as I move my hips gently and he lets me for a moment. I can feel his head turned slightly to watch my facial expressions in the red hue lighting of his room. It's sexy and sultry and exactly what we both need.

"Sit still. Want to see how long you can last while I play with you." Stiles orders, hand leaving my neck to join his other on my opposite hip.

I stop immediately, willing to do anything he says, anything he wants. He's got me. Well and truly.

One of his hands grabs at my boob, squeezing roughly. I clench around him, head falling forwards between my outstretched arms on his headboard. I arch forward slightly and he shifts inside me, both of us moaning at the feeling. His other hand reaches down, collects my pooling wetness and picks up a soft pace on my clit.

I gasp, the feeling too much.

I can feel him smirk against my shoulder, pace picking up on my clit until I have to force myself not to buck against him. The band in my stomach pulls tighter, tighter, until I feel dizzy.

His name falls from my tongue along with words and phrases I don't even register, so drunk on my nearing orgasm that I lose all sense of self. All I know is him, him, him. His pleasure, his fingers, the way he feels inside me, still and full and how his skin is pressed against mine and how he's egging me on, telling me to let go, his hand around my throat, forcing my head to lull back onto his chest.

I'm high pitched, tense, all his for the taking, and when I finally register that I'm seeing white, that I'm cumming, screaming out for him, he lifts me up, only to slam me back down onto him, my hands too weak to hold onto the headboard, to hold me up as I gasp and moan and that his hand around my throat is the only thing keeping me upright.

He doesn't stop, fucks me through my orgasm, lifting me up and down on him until my vision comes back red and blurry.

I hear him tell me, somewhere near or far, how good I am, how well I'm doing as he moves me, onto my back and he's hovering over me. I smile as he looks down, makes sure I'm okay.

I still need him, like some kind of drug, I need to feel that kind of high again.

He's rough when he slams back into me, lifting one of my thighs to his waist to get a better angle. This time I watch his face, speckled with little moles and beading with sweat as his hips snap forcibly back and forwards.

Stiles attaches his lips to my collarbone, opening after a moment to bite down. I moan louder, the feeling of his teeth against my skin adding to the heat in my stomach. His hands are everywhere, pressing against my stomach, scraping against my skin, playing with my tits.

His hips snap feverishly against mine, profanities leaving both of our mouths so loud it drowns out the storm outside. He feels so good, feels intoxicating as he fills me, every inch, every part of him hitting every spot where I need him.

"Stiles-" I gasp out when he reaches for my clit, thrusting halting only for a second until he gains his balance.

His silhouette hovers over me, looming and dark and ominous. I notice then that he's not Stiles, not the sweet sarcastic know it all boy I've known all my life. He's a ghost of himself, wrapped up in pleasure and sex and it's fucking hot.

He lifts both of my legs until they rest in his arms, his length still repeatedly slamming into me at new angles. I scream, beg, feel like I should pray at his godly actions as I feel myself starting to slip again. I lose track of reality, lost in him and only him, in his pleasure and encouraging but filthy words as he holds his relentless pace, my body burning, searing with pleasure. It's all gone, the red hue of the room, the soft jersey sheets, the sorrow of the last twenty four hours, the stress, anxiety, he's taken it all away.

His hands leave my thighs and they fall to his waist, one of his arms sliding around my back. He picks me up, lifts me ever so slightly until I'm angled against him, his thrusts getting sloppy as his own release nears.

"You're so fucking good." I can hear him say before he leans forward to take my nipple in his mouth.

I scream his name, head hanging into the air, eyes squeezed shut, body completely wrecked as he fills me, over and over and over. His teeth bite at the skin of my breast roughly, hips battering my own, hitting that perfect spot every time. I'm so far gone I barely register when he reaches down to draw tight figure eights on my clit that send me soaring into my orgasm, screaming and clutching at him.

Stiles follows with a few sloppy thrusts, his hands a bruising grip on my hips, my name falling from his lips like honey, before he spills inside me, fucking himself back into me slowly, a sickening grin on his face.

My back hits the mattress abruptly, sticky against my sweaty back. His body returns to hovering over me. Stiles is back, sweet, caring, Stiles, who looks at me like he's scared he's broken me. I struggle to breathe, struggle to come back to reality. I can still feel him everywhere, his hands, his mouth, teeth, his body.

His eyes are soft, fingers running over my cheek bones to collect fallen tears.

"Are you okay?" He asks, gently.

I smile, eyelids heavy, "Better than okay."

He chuckles softly, presses a gentle kiss to my forehead and rolls to the side where he reaches for our discarded towels. I whine and flinch while he cleans me off, but happily roll into his arms, satisfied and well and truly distracted, when he pulls me into him.

We talk for a while, voices quiet in the heat of the storm outside, until eventually we both drift off into a dreamless sleep, content and happy.

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ihavesimpedovermanyfictionalmen · 3 years ago

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Oops.... my bad

Stiles×Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slightly smutty?? little bit of fluff

⚠️ ALL GIF RIGHTS GO TO THE OWNERS @amber-gonzalez-blog and @diversa-mente

Y/N was sitting in her room watching Criminal Minds, her favorite t.v show. Aside from Law and Order, The Finder, and Bones. She always loved these types of t.v shows.

She loved to follow along the plot line and try to solve cases with the characters. Anytime and every time she would put on one of those t.v shows, excitement would be plastered onto her face.

Even though she’s seen the shows over 1,000 times.

However today was different. Today, instead of a happy smile, she sat in her bed with a blank face.

Why?

Because she’d just done something terrible. Now be warned, this type of terrible deed she’d done, was not one of supernatural danger or murderer danger. It was one of romantic danger. And she’d just made the biggest mistake of it.

It all started a week ago when her friends and herself had just found out about this huge creature that feasted on human blood and bones. To others, it was scary. But to Y/N and her friend group?

It was another damned beast that needed killing.

It was like this supernatural hunting thing was an everyday job. And everyday it was boring. The only that made it even worth doing it, was Stiles. Y/N’s best friend and crush.

They’d been friends since the 8th grade. And have been for three years now. Now might be a good time to mention that when Y/N was in 8th grade, she had a small crush on Stiles.

She thought that befriending him would ease her little crush but it in fact did the complete opposite. Over the years they’ve been friends, her little crush developed into an even bigger one.

He made her feel things no man had ever made her feel.

She loved that about him. He made her feel safe. She loved everything about him. She loved his smile, his looks. She loved his humor, his sarcasm. Everything.

And of course, as she got older, she’d grown to love thinking about how good he was in bed. And it wasn’t her fault. It was her stupid dreams that did that to her. And she cursed those same dreams for stopping whenever it got to the good part.

Now you’re probably wondering why on earth Y/N was upset. Well, because her friends decided to play a little trick on her.

“So, we know what the thing is. What now?” Scott asks the five people standing in front of him. Of course innocent Scott Mccall would be so stupid to not think things through,

“We invite the thing to dinner Scott, what else?” Stiles exclaimed beside him. Y/N had to stifle a laugh at Stiles’ antics and sarcasm. Something he was known for.

Allison and Lydia had to do the same thing, however once they saw the glares coming from Derek and Scott, the three girls immediately averted their eyes to something other than theirs.

“We have to kill the thing. And before any of you asks how, all we need is some wolfsbane, dragon’s blood, and a four leaf clover - which I thought was pretty weird.” He said to us.

“Which means we’ll have to break up in groups of two. So-” Scott was cut off by Lydia. “Me and Allison, Scott and Derek, and Y/N and Stiles.” She said.

Y/N shot her head up to Lydia. Immediately glaring at her pleadingly. ’What’re you doing?” She mouthed to them.

“I remember that I read somewhere that werewolves can’t touch dragon’s blood. And we know you can’t touch wolfsbane-” Lydia said, completely ignoring Y/N’s words.

“-so why can’t you just look for the four leaf clovers. Plus, with two werewolves looking for clovers, well, it’s a much better chance than any humans. Or banshee.” Allison added on.

The three men nodded to each other in a way of saying that it was fine with them. And that it seemed like a solid plan.

So later that night, Y/N and Stiles were in a field looking for some fresh wolfsbane. Y/N tried to keep her distance from Stiles. Not wanting to get much closer. So she wandered off a few feet away from him.

This did not go unnoticed by Stiles. “What’s wrong?” He said out of the blue. Y/N broke out of whatever trance she was in. “And don’t say nothing. I know you better than that, Y/N. You’re my best friend.”

Friend.

That one word seemed to hit her harder than she’d like it to. She hated that that’s all he’ll ever see her as. “It’s nothing. I’m just tired. Restless nights.” She said as a matter of fact.

She was hoping Stiles would go back to focusing on the wolfsbane but no. Of course, he had to know her better than that.

Stiles grabbed onto her forearm gently, pulling her away from the open field she was once in and enclosing her up against a tree. Though he had his hand rest on her forearm, he still gave her plenty of space.

“Y/N. You’re lying to me. I want to help you. Just talk to me.”

She avoided his eyes, looking to the ground, “Like I said, I’m fine. Just some restless nights.”

She was hoping he was gonna let it go, again, but she also knew that he was better than that. “Bullshit!” He exclaimed. “It has something to do with us, doesn’t it?” This was when she finally looked up.

“I haven’t been able to talk to you. At all! It’s like, every single time I have something I want to say to you, you run off. You barely stay in the same room as me for more than 5 minutes, and you can’t even look at me in the eye!”

It was then she noticed how close he was. Any closer an they would’ve been kissing. Which Y/N didn’t seem to have trouble with. But now was not the time for those thoughts.

“Nothing. So drop it Stilinski.” She spat with venom. It came out harsher than she wanted it to but she didn’t care. She just didn’t want to be having this conversation right now.

However, this just confirmed Stiles’ suspicions. She never used Stiles’ last name unless she was absolutely pissed. And it��s only ever happened twice. Once two years ago, and now.

He didn’t drop it though. He kept nagging her about it. Kept pushing her, until she’d finally reached her limit.

“You want to know what’s wrong Stiles?! Fine. What’s wrong is that I have feelings for you! Ones that I’ve tried over and over to push down. Or get rid of. Nothing works. It’s like every time I’m near you, or every time I talk to you, these stupid, stupid feelings come up and tell me and remind constantly of how I feel towards you! I can’t spend more than 5 minutes in the room with you because I’m afraid that if I do, I might do something I regret! I can’t look at you in the eyes because I know that if I do, I’ll fall in love with you even more!”

She’d finally felt free.

Y/N felt like a weight had just been lifted off her shoulders. One that was there for years. Always falling her and never leaving. It wasn’t until she saw Stiles’ face, that she had finally grasped what she said.

She just admitted her feelings for her best friend, to her best friend.

“Y/N...” He said in a soft voice. But she didn’t want to hear it. Instead, she ran. She didn’t want to hear the pity from him. And she ignored him calling out her name as he ran after her.

She unlocked her car, one that she insisted on taking because she knew she wouldn’t be able to handle herself in the same car as him.

That was the last she’d seen from him. Over the week she avoided him at all costs. For the last week, she didn’t go to school. She stayed home. Alone. Avoiding calls and texts from anyone that wasn’t her mom, Allison, or Lydia.

They were the only people who knew what happened.

Now, here she lay. On her bed, sulking away. The only sounds she could hear, were coming from the raging storm outside, and the voices from her t.v.

‘what time is is?’ she thought to herself. She picked up her phone to check the time, 12:45 am.

This would usually be the time that she would fall asleep. At least lately. And she knew she had to. So she turned off her t.v and plugged in her phone. The sounds of rain hitting her window was like a lullaby for her.

It helped her sleep. And she was almost asleep.

Until she heard loud knocking coming from her window. She groaned in annoyance. Knowing she was going to have to get up from her very comfortable position was very angering.

She got up, turning on her lamp, and walked towards the widow. She pulled back her curtains, expecting to see a branch. However she was surprised when she saw...

“Stiles?”

She hastily unlocked her window, seeing how drenched he was getting just standing out on her roof. She pulled him inside her bedroom, attempting to be careful to not let him fall.

“Oh my God!” She exclaimed. She locked the window and quickly ran over to her closet, grabbing whatever towels she had and some extra clothes she had for when he spent nights.

“here.” she said, handing him the towels. “These should help you dry off. And there are some clothes for you,” gesturing to the clothes on her bed, “-and I’ll make something hot for you while you get dressed.”

Before he could as so much mutter a thank you, she was out the door and halfway down the stairs. She took a pot from under the counters and poured some water in it.

She put the pan over the stove and started to heat up the water, wanting to make sure it was hot enough. After the water was done boiling, she poured that water into a pitcher that had sugar and tea bags into them.

Unaware of the eyes watching her every move.

She let the tea sit for just a minute as she went to put the pot into the sink, only to be startled by Stiles. “Stiles!” She exclaimed, almost dropping the pot. “Are you insane?” She asked rhetorically. “This is hot.”

He smiled and laughed at her reaction only to be met with glaring eyes, “Yeah, yeah laugh about it. Next time I’ll make sure that I put the pot next to your face.”

He put his hands up in defeat. Knowing she wouldn’t really do so but playing along with her. She poured him a glass of the hot tea, and handed it to him. “Here.” she said. He muttered a thank you before setting the glass down.

The two stood there in awkward silence. “So,” Y/N started. “You mind telling me what the hell you think you’re doing just standing outside my bedroom window?”

“Well. It was the only way I could get you to talk to me. I mean, you haven’t been answering my calls at all. Or my texts. I was getting worried.”

She looked down as he looked up at her. Y/N almost forgot what happened last week. With her whole speech admitting that she had feelings for him. “And you still can’t look me in the eye. Great.” he said to himself, although Y/N could hear it.

“Listen-” She started, “No. Now it’s your turn to listen.” He said, interrupting her. He grabbed her hand, leading her back up into her bedroom and closing the doors. Knowing this conversation should take place in there.

He sat her down on her bed, taking a seat right next to her and putting his hand under her chin to make her look at him. “Last week. When you said all the things you said to me. You ran away. Without me even trying to talk to you. Then, you continued to ignore me all week. My calls, my texts. You wouldn’t answer one. I got so worried about you. So let me tell you something. Before you run away again. I talked to Allison. And to Lydia. They told me everything. And just to let you know, this is not going to ruin our friendship. You want to know why?” He asked, grabbing her face gently to get her to look at him as she turned away.

“Because we were never meant to be just friends. You have feelings for me. And I have feelings for you. I’ve had these feelings for you since I met you. I was doing everything I could to make sure you didn’t see it. Because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But now that I think about it. I say fuck it. Because I love you-”

"Don't." Y/N said. Cutting him off.

His face contorted into confusion. "This-" she said, using her index finger to point in between the two of them, "-cannot happen."

She got up, taking her hands from his grip, and walked over to her desk, leaning against it. She avoided his eyes. Knowing sooner or later he would start to look at them and fall even harder

He sat on her bed for a few seconds, trying to process everything. He knew she wanted this as much as he did. But he also knew how headstrong and stubborn she was.

How she was insecure.

He knew about her past relationships. How they all ended because of how weird they felt because they were friends. Although it only happened twice, she saw the pattern. And she promised herself no matter how hard she fell, it would never be for her best friend.

Stiles stood up, walking towards Y/N. As he approached her he took both of her hands in his. Holding them up to his chest.

"I'm not like any of your other relationships, Y/N." He said softly. She scoffed under her breath, which she hoped he didn't catch.

"Don't scoff." He said. "You know it as well as I do." Her hands moved under his own, as his hands fully engulf hers.

She tries to move them but fails. Y/N doesn't want to let go, and Stiles knows this. But, she didn't want the same heartbreak that she'd felt so many times before. And especially not with him.

His forehead pressed against hers. "Please," He begged. His once closed eyes, now opening. As did hers. "Let me show you how much I want this. How much I want you."

"Let me show you, that this," He cupped her face with one hand, "Was meant to happen."

Y/N stared into his brown eyes. Not caring anymore if she fell. "Ok." She said.

Y/N’s hand went to Stiles’ face. Cupping his cheeks to deepen the kiss. One of Stiles’ hands went to her face. Cupping her cheek, and the other one tangled in her hair.

The kiss was deep and passionate. And though both of them didn’t want to pull away. They knew they needed to. “God. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that. And more.” Stiles said.

Confidence growing inside her, she leaned in closer, her lips on his ear, “Why don’t you show me the more part."

Stiles only groaned in response. His hands wrapped around her waist, flipping her onto the bed.

He hovered over her, "You're making it really hard to not fuck you right now." He said, his voice rougher than before.

Her hands went to his face. Cupping his cheeks. Before they slid down, very slow. Stopping right at his pants. "Then let's not make it any harder."

He groaned in response once more. He leaned down to kiss her. This time rougher and with more dominance.

She moaned into his mouth, giving him and entryway to slip his tongue in her mouth. The two fought for dominance before Y/N reluctantly gave it to him.

Her hands travel down his shirt, tugging at the hem as she told him to take it off. And he complied.

Tugging off his shirt and throwing it somewhere on the floor, he returned back to kissing her.

Her hands traveled, once more, down his chest until she met his pants. She tugged on the hem and then started to pull off his pants.

Before she could do so. He stopped her. "Tonight, I want to show you how much you mean to me."

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