#but its like. derek pov on his struggles and then he sees alpha stiles and at first he's pissed and refuses to joib the pack

[roughentumble]

like derek pov on always having wanted to be a beta and all the troubles he has trying to live up to the title of Good Alpha and failing that and having to go away and then giving up the alpha mantle to stiles and accepting stiles as his alpha who knows everything and accepts being directed by his alpha would be godly utterly godly

he's not even an attack dog he's a couch dog he just happens to be willing to bite if you break into his house an spook him

[allthingsfangirl101]

Secrets Chapter 24: Panic Attacks

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Bailey's POV

It's been a week since the hunter attacked me, since Stiles and Scott found out I was a jinn, since I moved into Derek's loft and since I've gone to school.

Stiles hasn't talked to me since he stormed out. He ignores my texts and lets my calls go to voicemail. The only way I can somewhat get a hold of him is through Scott.

I was sitting on a barstool, staring at my phone. When I heard footsteps, I looked up to see Derek walking into the kitchen.

"You okay?" He sat next to me and looked at my phone. "You still debating what to say to Stiles?" He asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"He's furious with me," I said softly, my voice getting caught in my throat. "I've never. . . I've never seen that look in his eyes before." My voice cracked as tears built up. I put my head in my hands and as the tears began to stream down my face.

"Bailey," Derek sighed as he gently put his hand on my back. "It's going to be okay. If I know anything about those two, they won't. . . They can't be mad at you for long."

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I was running through a few exercises that Derek and I had come up with, in the woods outside Derek's loft. I froze when I heard footsteps coming towards me. As the figure got closer, I used my magic to freeze them and suspend them in the air.

"Really, Bailey?"

I looked over and covered my mouth when I saw Derek suspended in the air. I tried to cover my laugh but failed as I watched the frozen werewolf scowl at me.

"This isn't funny," he sighed.

"You have to admit," I giggled. "It's a little funny."

He sent me another look before letting out a very audible sigh. "Would you mind letting me down? I actually came to get you. Something is coming."

"Something?" I asked as I carefully lowered him down. I bit my lip when he hit the ground with a grunt. He sent me a scowl as he stood up and brushed himself off.

"More like someone. Another pack is on its way to Beacon Hills," he explained.

"How do you know that?"

"I caught their scent. They're right outside the town. It's only a matter of hours before they find what they are looking for," he said, sending me a knowing look.

"Let me guess," I sighed. "The first jinn to appear in centuries."

"Come on," he said, grabbing my hand. "We have to get you to safety."

I didn't say anything as he practically dragged me back to the loft.

I spent the rest of the morning, locked in the loft as Derek was out searching the woods. I jumped when I heard the front door open.

"Derek?" I said hesitantly. I jogged down the stairs but froze on the last step when I saw the defeated look on his face.

"Derek?" I said again, feeling nervous. I slowly walked over to the werewolf that was currently avoiding my gaze. "What happened? Are you okay? Your aura. . . It's negative."

He looked up at me, guilt in his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Bailey." He whispered.

"Sorry? Derek, what happened? You're really freaking me out."

"That other pack is here, but its worse than I thought."

"Worse?" I asked when he didn't continue.

"It isn't just a pack, Bailey. It's a pack of alphas."

"A pack of alphas? Why are they. . . What do they. . . You're saying that a pack of alphas is here, in Beacon Hills, for me."

"Yes," he said softly. "And they've already taken collateral."

"What kind of collateral? For crying out loud, Derek. Just spit it out." I said, starting to get angry.

"The pack took people they knew they could use as leverage."

My heart stopped as I studied his expression. I cleared my throat before asking, "Who did they take?"

"Sheriff Stilinski and Melissa McCall."

"No," I said taking a step back. "Why. . . Why would they take them? Why didn't they just come for me?" I could feel my anxiety and my magic spiking, but I didn't care.

"Bailey," he soothed as he gently grabbed my shoulders. "I need you to breathe. Everything is going to be okay. We will get them back. I promise."

"Why did they take them?" I asked again, my voice barely audible.

"Because they know that going up against you alone would be useless. They couldn't beat you so they took people who are important to you. Sheriff and Melissa mean a lot to you, so the pack took them."

"What about Stiles and Scott? Did they take them too?"

"No," he said shaking his head. "I ran by the high school and they were both fine. Honestly, the pack was smart to take their parents and not them. This way, if something happens, both of the people who mean the world to you, your friends, would be left. . ."

I sent him a glare that instantly shut him up. I walked around him, heading towards the door.

"Where are you going?" He sighed as he started to follow me. "You have to stay here. This is what they want. They want you to storm in, not thinking, so they can get the upper hand."

I quickly turned on my heel, catching Derek off-guard. "They already have the upper hand, Derek. They took my best friends' parents. I'm not going to let anything happen to them."

"What are you going to do?" Derek asked as I turned around and started to leave again.

"I've gotta talk to Stiles and Scott."

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I ran into the school, ignoring the many looks I got. I started to slow down once I got to their lockers. I closed my eyes and focused on Scott and Stiles. It didn't take me long to find their auras. I opened my eyes and headed to the boys’ locker room.

I didn't hesitate to walk in, smirking when I noticed all the boys look at me and jump to quickly cover their half-naked bodies.

"What the hell are you doing in here, Harrison?" Jackson yelled as he walked towards me. He reached to grab my arm, but I caught his hand. I twisted his wrist, putting it in a lock hold and smirked.

"Where are Scott and Stiles?" I asked.

"That's my good wrist," he whined.

"I asked nicely," I smirked. I gripped his wrist harder, making him yelp out in pain. "I only do that once."

He nodded his head to the left. I sent him an innocent smile as I let him go. "Crazy bitch," I heard him mumble as I started to walk away.

I instantly turned back towards him and punched him in the face. I smirked as the guys around us started laughing. I turned on my heel and walked around the lockers, looking for Stiles and Scott.

"Bailey!" Stiles jumped when I finally found them. "What are you going here?"

"You know you're in the boys' locker room, right?" Scott laughed as he finished pulling his jersey over his head.

"Yeah yeah," I said, waving my hand, dismissing that little fact. "Look, I really need to talk to you guys. It's important."

They opened their mouths to respond but were cut off by a whistle. I looked over my shoulder to see Coach standing outside his office, his whistle hanging in his mouth.

"Harrison?" He mumbled with his whistle still in his mouth. He spit it out as I innocently smiled at him.

"Hiya, Coach."

"What the. . . Why are you. . . How are you?" Some boys snickered as he stuttered. I glanced over at Stiles and Scott when Coach asked me how I was.

"Oh, you know," I shrugged. "I've been better."

Coach just nodded as he looked around at his players. I held back a smirk as he cleared his throat. "Everyone on the field. . . I guess. Except you, Harrison. You can. . . Do whatever the hell you want."

I playfully saluted him as he just awkwardly nodded and quickly headed outside to the field. Once everyone else had left the locker room, I turned towards Scott and Stiles.

"Look," I sighed. "I know you two are royally pissed off at me and you should be. In fact, I kind of have another reason for you to be mad at me. But. . . I need your help."

I held my breath as they looked at each other. "With what?" Scott asked.

"There is a pack of alphas camping right outside town. The thing is. . ."

"They're here for you," Stiles mumbled, cutting me off.

"Yes." My heart sank when I noticed he was looking just about everywhere but at me. "And what I'm about to say is going to make you both hate me more than you already do."

"We don't hate you, Bailey." Scott sighed as he glanced at Stiles who still wouldn't look at me. "What happened?"

"They took collateral. To force me to give myself up." Stiles briefly looked at me before focusing on Scott.

"Collateral? What kind of collateral?" Scott asked.

I bit my lip as I struggled to find the right words. I opened and closed my mouth, my eyes watering.

"Bailey," Scott said gently, making Stiles finally look at me. I was looking at Stiles as I finally was able to speak.

"I'm so sorry," I said, my voice coming out barely a whisper.

"What was taken?" Scott asked as I didn't look away from Stiles.

"Not what," I stuttered, slowly shaking my head. "Who."

I could feel my hands shaking as I saw the realization flash across Stiles's face. My heart sank as he took a step back. "No," he said softly.

"I'm so sorry," my voice broke. "I promise, I am going to get them back."

"Them?" I looked over at Scott when his voice broke. "They took my mom too," he said calmly. I just nodded. I looked down to see my magic slowly starting to get out of control. Scott noticed it too.

"Bailey," he said gently, quickly jumping in front of me and grabbing my hands in his. "It's going to be okay. We are going to get them back without turning you over to them. Just breathe. Think about that riddle Derek taught you."

I closed my eyes and whispered, "Three things that can not long be hid. The sun, the moon, the truth." I repeated that a few times before opening my eyes to see Scott smiling at me.

I let out a sigh of relief when I looked down to see my hands had gone back to normal. "I promise," I said looking up. "I am going to get them both back. Nothing is going to happen to them. Stiles. . ."

I looked over at him but stopped talking when I noticed he was in a daze. I glanced at Scott before letting go of his hands and walking over to Stiles.

"Stiles?" I said gently. I bit my lip when I noticed he was having a panic attack.

"My dad," he muttered.

Without thinking, I grabbed his face in my hands and made him look at me. "Stiles, I need you to breathe."

"I can't. . ." He stuttered.

"Yes, you can. Breathe with me. In. Out." I continued to breathe deeply and slowly, Stiles trying to follow me. My eyes narrowed when I noticed he wasn't breathing. I took a deep breath before pressing my lips to his.

I instantly felt him freeze. It took him a few seconds before he reached forward and gently grabbed my waist. I was the first to pull away. When I did, he was looking at me confused.

"How did you. . ." I heard Scott mumble from behind me, but I was too focused on Stiles who was looking directly at me.

"I promise, Stiles, nothing is going to happen to your dad. I am going to find him and I will do whatever it takes to bring him home to you." I gently brushed his bangs out of his face before dropping my hands and turning on my heel, running out of the locker room.

[teenager-probs]

Broken Pieces Pt. 2

Part One

Requests Open

Warning(s): swearing

Characters: Reader, Stiles, Scott -on the phone, (others come later)

Pairing: tbd

Summary:

When a new girl arrives in Beacon Hills, everything changes. They don’t know what she is, and neither does she, but she knows exactly what happens to everyone in Beacon Hills, and she’s here to stop it all.

— Y/n doesn’t remember anything about herself or her past. She keeps getting these visions and thoughts of a place called Beacon Hills and the people who live there. She sees all the hurt and pain they go through- all the hassle they struggle with trying to fix the messes they get themselves in. It’s like they’re all trying to put puzzle pieces together without ever seeing the picture. And she knows that that’s what she needs to do- that’s her job, she has to help them with their broken pieces.

*Y/N = your name *Y/L/N = your last name

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Stiles' POV

I'm Stiles Stilinski.

Daily motto;

I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bones. Sarcasm is my only defense.

I live in Beacon Hills with my dad- he's the sheriff. My mom died when I was younger, I love(d) her a lot; I really miss her.

I have had a massive crush on the amazing Lydia Martin for almost all my life, which is why my 10-year plan is still in motion. Her birth probably being the best thing that's ever happened to this place.

Hobbies include helping my werewolf best friend Scott not kill people, and save people from other supernatural drama while also sitting on the bench during lacrosse games in my spare time.

So far we've had to deal with Scott turning for the first time, then it was learning control- all while trying to figure out who the Alpha was; I know right, Alpha. I mean really? And then the Alpha turned out to be Scott's grumpy-gloomy ass 'mentor' Derek Hale's psychotic uncle Peter- who Derek then clawed his throat out.

Not to mention during all of this, Scott being the dumbass he is- was dating a fucking werewolf hunter's daughter. Whose aunt burned a house full of werewolves alive, who just so happened to be the Hales minus a sourwolf and crazy uncle.

Seems fun right?

Right now I'm just lying on my bed enjoying the quietness that I can. I recently witnessed a human lizard crush a man with car mechanic equipment, all while being paralyzed and then having it stare at me for a minute- calculating me almost. And then to make it better, I got my jeep taken into police custody because it was considered evidence because it was at the scene of the crime. However, my dad pulled some strings and I got it back today.

I look at my ceiling and start finding patterns in the lines of the patterns.

I wonder how they do that.

You know what, I wonder if there will be something for me soon.

Something special for me.

I would never admit it- but it's been about Scott for a while. I mean sure, I'm his best friend. But he's good at lacrosse now- the fucking captain even. And to think, a year ago he sat on the benches with me.

I just want something special- or someone special to come into my life.

My thoughts are quickly interrupted by a small vibrating noise on my bedside table.

Bzzzz. Bzzzz.

I sit up and grab it to see that its Scotty calling, I click to answer.

"Hey what's up?" I ask.

"Just been thinking about that you told me you saw at the repair shop." He said, in a sort of exhausted way. As if he really had been losing sleep on it.

Me too man.

"Yeah, Scott I know...don't you think I'm trying to figure out what the hell a human lizard is?! And why it's freaking slicing the back of people's necks? Look, dude, I just got Roscoe back from the whole mechanic incident."

I mean damn Scotty, you sound like a freakin' puppy.

Ding-dong

"Look I gotta go okay?" I said to Scott.

"Alright just don't get killed okay?" Scott says in a joking tone.

"I won't dude...Beacon Hills can't get any crazier than it already is" I retort.

"Oh and-" beep beep

That bitch just hung up on me.

I rush down the stairs- maybe it's the pizza guy.

I need to figure out what this lizard thing is.

Why did it look at me like that? Does it know me?

"Coming!" I yell as I get closer to the door.

I don't bother to look as I open the door, "Hello how can I help yo-" I stop mid sentence as my eyes widen as they make contact the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my life.

Yes, even more beautiful than the Lydia Martin.

Goodbye 10-year plan. Woah there buddy, you just met her and have known Lydia for 10 years. Keep it in your pants.

But she's just so pretty...and her eyes...just wow. And not to mention her body, I mean da-

"Hellooo?" someone asks, waving their hand in front of my face.

I blink a few times to bring me back from daydreaming.

What the hell is going on with me?

"Uh-what? Yeah, I'm great, I just thought I saw this fucking angel and OH GOD YOU'RE REAL!" I basically yell at this amazing girl. I almost add in an apology but she beats me to it.

"Hey, my name's y/n. Can I come in?" she asks as I continue to look at her beautiful eyes and slowly take in what she just asked me.

A girl like her wants to come in my house?

HELL YEAH

"Uh, YES! I mean *hmm* yeah, come on in, my name's Stiles" I say –as well as trying to act cool and step aside to let her walk in. I turn around the close and lock the door.

At least it'll keep out regular- human strength people. Not that there's ever any of those types of people that ever threaten me or my friends.

I turn back around and see her eyes move really fast to her luggage and see her placing it next to the door.

I take this as an opportunity to see more of this girl.

Damn mami...look at that ass...I mean. No. Where the hell is this coming from? Stiles. Stop. You're better than this. Control.

She turns back around and I smile at her.

"Want to go in the living room?" I ask.

"Yeah sure," she replies with a breathtaking smile.

Wow, her smile is so beautiful.

Still smiling I lead her to the living room

"Why do you have a suitcase?" I ask as I walk into the other room with her trailing behind me.

There's plenty of room to sit next to me

She looks around the room for a second and fidgets in her seat.

What does she need to say?

She's sitting kinda nervous, she's adorable.

Wow, I mean, I don't know what it is but this girl is something.

I can't help but smile like a giddy school girl.

"I know this might sound crazy, but I need to stay here with you - for a bit," she says really quickly.

And again, HELL YEAH

"Um, I mean...yeah, you can stay but we don't really have a spare room but I'm sure that I cou-" she stops me mid sentence.

"Wait, no questions, no hesitation? You're letting me stay just like that?" she asks me, almost in shock.

Wait....Why the hell AM I letting this total stranger into my home and then allowing them to stay the night?...

Well...she's a nice girl...nothing major, except she's totally hot and what hot girl has EVER  taken this much interest in me. Granted this a whole new set of circumstances, and she is a total stranger...

Yeah, why am I doing this again? Instincts? Or hormones?

I mean considering I've had pretty good instincts so far I'll stick with instincts, and the fact that this girl makes me feel something I've never felt before is definitely a good feeling.

"I mean yeah, there's just something about you I can't really place, but it's a good feeling. I trust you" I tell her without thinking about it.

She looks up at me with wide eyes, almost shocked or surprised at what I just told her.

Oh shit.

"I mean, um I trust you're not some druggie or serial killer or something like that" I add in quickly, trying to cover up the fact I just told her my exact thought.

Control your word vomit Stiles!

"Wow...I mean thank you, I don't know what to say" she tells me.

She looks up at me while smiling in gratitude.

She then goes off into her own thoughts, which I find adorable. But I decided to snap her out of it so we can continue our conversation.

"Y/n? You okay?" I ask.

She blinks for a second, looks around, and then looks back at me - attentive this time.

"Yeah I'm fine...but I actually have some more stuff I need to tell you," She tells me

What does she need to tell me?

I already have a lizard to deal with, a late pizza and now this hot girl shows up and for some reason, I am allowing to stay at my house. What's next?

Let's just figure out where we are going to be sleeping for now. That's all my teenage upstairs head can handle at the moment

"Oh alright, but do you want to go ahead and figure out your sleeping arrangements? My dad probably shouldn't know your here until a few days, that that is I -if you intend to stay that long- with me. I MEAN HERE! With me...yeah..." I drag off my sentence seeing as though I obviously have nothing else to say.

She giggles at my statement/outburst. Great. Although her laugh is kinda cute.

I smile at her, "I like your laugh".

"Thanks, I like your smile" she responds.

HELL YEAH BITCH SHE LIKES MY MOTHER F'N SMILE

*ahem*

My bad.

That was a little much even for me.

However, now we've got to think of sleeping arrangements.

This should be fun.