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marie-swriting · 2 years ago

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My Little Girl - Stiles Stilinski

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Summary : You're dating Stiles Stilinski and you want him to meet your father but there's one problem. You're Coach's daughter so Stiles is afraid, your dad will hate him.

Warnings : Coach Finstock!daughter reader, Protective father, fluff, there may be some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see any. You can also tell me if I missed any warnings !

Word Count : 1.2K

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Song Inspiration : First Man by Camila Cabello

Saying that Stiles is afraid to meet your father is an understatement. You've never seen him that freaked out. Still, he knows your dad so you don’t know why he’s so scared. For him, the fact that your father is the Coach of Beacon Hills High School is a good reason to panic. He’s afraid he won’t like him, yet you still want your dad to meet Stiles as your boyfriend and not as your classmate. Stiles and you have been together for six months and your dad still ignores it. You hate lying to him, especially because it’s harder to hide as he works in your high school.

But you’re still hiding. You're tired of this. You know your dad, all he ever wanted is your happiness, that's why you're sure he'll like Stiles. Of course, he’s a little protective, but aren’t all dads ?

Someone knocks on your door so you turn your head, discovering your dad. He’s still in his sports outfit and you know what he’s about to ask you. He always asks you the same question everyday after school.

“Do you want to go on a run with me ? 'No, dad, I don’t want to, I need to do my maths homework.'” He says, ironically, pretending to have a conversation with you. “Well I don’t care so you-”

“I’m coming.” You cut him off in his fake argument.

“I knew you-” he starts but he pauses, realising what you just said. “You’re coming with me ?”

“Yeah, it’s been a long time since we did something together.”

“Yes because you’re always busy doing your homework with Martin.” Your dad retorts, referring to your best friend, Lydia.

“When do we leave ?”

“In ten minutes, so get ready !”

After that, he leaves your room, closing the door behind him. You close your maths book and walk to your closet and get your gym outfit.

The real reason you want to run with him this afternoon is to tell him you have a boyfriend. You won’t say it’s Stiles. Not yet. You have to tell him though. And you know that when he runs, it’s the best moment to confess.

Once you're downstairs, your dad is already outside, waiting for you. You come next to him and you start running.

Everytime you try to talk to him, he cuts you off because 'It’s not good for your breathwork', like he always says. It makes it impossible to tell him, but you know if you don’t do it now, you’ll never do it so you stop running. He also stops when he notices you're not next to him anymore.

“Why are you stopping ? We’ll be home in five minutes.” He informs you, still making running movements. “I’m sure you can do it, sweetheart.”

“Dad, I need to tell you something and it’s serious.” You start and you can see his eyes widening.

“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant ! Who is the father ? Why did you do that ?”

“What ? No ! I’m not pregnant !” You correct him, shocked that it’s the first thing he thinks of.

“Thank God ! I almost had a heart attack. What is it then ?”

“I'm dating someone, dad.” You confess suddenly.

“You what ? My little girl.” He exclaims putting his hand on his heart as if he was hurt. “Who is that boy ? Or maybe it’s a girl ? I wouldn’t mind. I only want your happiness.” My dad reassures you.

“It's a boy.” You inform him.

“Do I know him ?”

“Yes, but the truth is that he’s too scared to meet you. He thinks you’re gonna hate him.”

“If he’s nice then no. I know I can seem mean, but you know me Y/N, I only want your happiness and if it’s with that guy then I’m okay with it.” He says with a tender smile, one of his hands on your cheek. “As long as it’s not Bilinski.” Your father laughs, mispronouncing Stiles’ name.

“He’s only a friend, you know it, dad.” You chuckle nervously.

‘Only a friend’, are you being serious ? You wanted to tell him the truth and here you are, lying again. Well done...

The next day, when you see Stiles, you take his hand and bring him into an empty room, which is the boys locker room. When you’re finally alone, he kisses you softly before tucking some of your hair behind your ear.

“I told my dad that I’m with someone.” You admit. “I didn’t say it’s you, but Stiles, you know I hate lying to him.”

“I know and I’ve been thinking about it last night and I’m ready to meet your dad as your boyfriend, even though I’m terrified.” Stiles says with a smile.

“I love you so much, Stiles” You tell him, looking at his beautiful brown eyes.

“I love you more.” He states before kissing you passionately.

The bell rings so you stop kissing before leaving the room to go to your classes.

During lunch break, you told your father that you’ll introduce him to your boyfriend after school. He says he’ll be home by 5 pm before adding that he can’t wait to meet him but you can see sadness in his eyes. After all, he has the impression that he’s losing his little girl because he’s not the only man in your life anymore, but your father will always be your father. At the end of the day, he’s the very first man who really loved you.

When you hear someone knock on your front door, you know it’s Stiles. You open the door and find him standing nervously. He looks at you like he could die at any second. You take his hand and bring him to the living room where your dad is waiting.

“Dad, this is my boyfriend. Stiles.” You inform him.

“Wait, you’re with him ?” He exclaims, pointing at Stiles.

“I know what you must be thinking I’m not good enough for her, but I love her, Coach.” Stiles says. “I’ve always loved her and I’m so happy to be able to call her my girlfriend. Like you, I only want her happiness.” He adds, confident.

“You’re not in a relationship with her because I’m your teacher, right ? Because if you think you’re gonna get better grades, you’re wrong.”

“No. Like I said, I’m in love with her.”

“Hold your horses, Bilinski.” Your father stops him. “You’re not gonna marry her tomorrow so stop with the romantic speech. Even though it's hard to see my little baby grow up, I accept your relationship.” He affirms, making you the happiest.

“So, does that mean I can call you ‘dad’ ?” Stiles asks as a joke but your dad looks at him unamused.

“Hell no ! You’ll still be calling me Coach, Bilinski.” He answers before turning his attention to you. “You like his sarcasm, seriously ?”

“That’s the thing I love the most, I think.”

“I’m glad you met someone you really like, Y/N.” Your dad smiles before looking back at Stiles harshly. “Break her heart, I’ll break your bones.”

“Got it.” Stiles says and you laugh softly.

You're happy your father accepts your relationship with Stiles. You knew he’d be okay with it. You're his little girl but he wants what’s best for you and Stiles is the best person for you. You know it.

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kareniliana · 3 years ago

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Chapter 2: Second Chance At First Line

So my mini ( or maybe big ) series of Stiles I decided I am gonna somehow go back and forth between transferring and writing this series.

Which I am so excited for

I love stiles but my sister is OBSESSED with stiles/ Dylan

This “episode” is very much Derek x reader(platonic) based. And it’s extremely long!

Y/n/n= your nickname

y/e/c= your eye color

y/m/n, y/d/n= your parents names.

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You woke up with a feeling of content, school just started meaning that so did lacrosse. Which is your favorite de-stressing activity, well that and other certain activities.

Walking past your broken bathroom door, you sighed. Remembering how the previous two nights you had to get chained up in Derek’s cellar to help control your shifting. He and you had been talking more and more, just so you know everything that comes with being a werewolf. The shifting, the importance of control, the hunters, what it means to have a pack, and most importantly; what other creature lurk in the shadows. In a matter of days Derek had become a huge support system for you, while Stiles and Scott repeatedly complain about how much of a bad guy he was. You never rebutted, just kept your mouth shut. Knowing how the boys can get, you decided it was best they didn’t know of your growing relationship with the experienced werewolf.

Which also means you had to lie to both Stiles and Scott about where you’ve been and why you hadn’t been hanging out with them. Basically, every conversation with you, you were lying. And it started to take a toll on you. you avoided as much as possible, which had become easy now that you’re a werewolf. You can hear and smell them coming from a mile away.

Walking out of the girl’s locker room, fully dressed in your lacrosse gear you made your way out to the field. You were the only girl on the team, which sometimes you hated but you had plenty of guy friends to keep you company that aren't Stiles or Scott.

Talking with Greenberg, more like fake listening to Greenberg talk about his latest failed attempt to conquer a girl on the basketball team. You ran into the exact boys you had been trying so hard to avoid.

“Y/n, there you are. I got to talk to you, now!” Stiles said urgently, grabbing your wrist and dragging you into the boy’s locker room, trying to find Scott. You couldn’t just get away from him without an excuse, and you couldn’t think of an irrefutable one, so you followed along.

“Scotty boy here is dating the daughter of a werewolf hunter!” He whispered; his hand still had a tight grip on your wrist. You looked between each boy, wondering how this was at all your problem.

“Okay, and?” You asked, but then realized he said dating. Confusion written across your face, “Wait, you apologized? And she accepted? Damn I’m good.”

“Yes, she gave me a second chance, but that’s not what's important right this second!” Scott explained, cause stiles to take a step back, finally seeing his hand wrapped about my wrist, he reluctantly let it go.

“Okay?” You said, dragging out the first syllable.

“Her father shot me with a crossbow. He didn’t recognize me, thank the lords.” He sighed deeply; you can just tell that he has a whirlwind of worries swimming out in his head.

“Look at me you idiot, right now you can’t think about that. Okay? Right now, just focus on Lacrosse, yeah?” You didn’t know what to say to help relieve his constant worry but knew that a distracted is what best works for you. So why not have him give a try.

“Yeah, yeah, a good distraction is what you need. Good idea, Y/n/n.” Stiles agreed, patting your back, but keeping his hand on your back. Hearing coach blow his whistles, meaning it was time to leave the locker rooms and head out to the field for morning practice.

You nodded you head as Stiles has guided you and himself outside, leaving Scott to finished getting dressed. Once outside his hand left your back, he gave you a small smile before you headed off to talk to coach.

“Finstock, so i was thinking, since we’ve got to train up the new first lines, we’d put Jackson on long-stick to do defense.

“Y/n, you know, that’s a great idea. Glad you are on the team.” Coach wraps his arm around you shoulder, shaking you a little in gratitude. He really saw you as his daughter, you love the game so much and loves it too. One of the many bonds you have.

“Okay! one-on-one from the top! Jackson, take a long stick today!” He called Jacksons attention, who nodded his head and changed sticks.

“Y/n’s going to show us how it’s done, then the rest of you pathetic players will try to do the same!” Coach Finstock blows his whistle as you Jackson goes to your spots.

“You just know how to make my day, don’t you Y/n/n?” Jackson comments as you cross paths.

You laugh, “Oh, Jack, don’t act like you don’t love me!”

Once you made it in front of everyone, he yells back at you. “Well, come on then, try and score.”

With your helmet on, you smirked. Picking up the ball into your net, you charged at the cocky pretty boy. Twirling on your toes as he tries to knock into your right shoulder, perfectly avoiding his hit and flinging the ball into the net.

A round of claps from the girls and few boys watching the practice on the stands, along with Finstock.

“That’s how it’s done! That’s my girl!” He laughs as he praises you. Earning a well-deserved growl from a few boys in the line.

“Yeah, I admit that was good.” Jackson said as you walk by him, raising his hand for you to high five.

“The left side has always been your weakness; you should work on that.” You teased, happily complying to give him a high five.

You laughed as you walked off the field towards Finstock. He likes when you help him coach. Finding people’s weakness has always been a skill of yours.

After each person would charge towards Jackson, he was able to either knock them off course and get the ball or the goalie would block their shot easily. With every person you’d point out what to do differently until Greenberg. He barely looked like he tried, making Finstock to take a lap. Only a few handfuls of people, like yourself, were able to deflect Jackson and score.

Then came Scott, you could smell how distracted he was, and not in a good way. Not how you intended for him to be distracted. Charging at Jackson and getting thrown back almost immediately.

As Finstock made his way to his lying body, you heard Jackson make comment at him. “You sure you still want to be first line McCall?” Chuckling and walking back into position.

You can sense the hatred heat off his body from where you stand.

“Then do it again!” Finstock riled him up, walking back over to you he repeats. “McCall’s going to do it again!”

Scott runs back to the front of the line just as you get called away to help a benchwarmer how to tie his net to his stick. But was easily distracted when you heard bodies colliding and what you can assume the sound of a joint popping out of place. You whipped your head up back towards the field to see Jackson writhing in pain as Scott is not too far away, on his knees breathing heavy and his helmet covered head into his hands.

You could sense he was shifting, the heat radiating off his body was intense that you could feel it. But the scent of someone else made you turn your head behind you. Finally noticing Derek, he stood with his hands clenched at his sides.

You walked to him instead of Scott, seeing Stiles was at his side taking him back inside the school.

“Did you see that?” You asked as he grabbed your arm, guiding you under the stands to talk.

“Did you feel that? That anger, how easy it is for you to shift during your game. He needs to not play this weekend.” He says sternly, you furrowed your brows.

“What? No, he must play! He has to seem like normal!” You argued but the look the gave you made you sigh in defeat.

“Fine, fine. I’ll talk to him, but I can’t make it through his thick head, you’ll have to intervene!” You shoved your index finger into his hard chest. Easily getting distracted. “Wow, talk about muscle definition.”

You poked at his chest again, feeling his rock-hard pecks. He chuckles, making your face turn red but was quickly distracted once you heard the screams and yelps of Stiles and growls of Scott. Without a second thought you ran towards the sound, landing in the boy’s locker room.

Once walking into the locker room, you saw Scott on the beam above the lockers, growling at Stiles as he scrambled to get away from him. Quickly jumping into action, you wolfed out attacking Scott once he pounced towards Stiles. You roared and clawed at him until suddenly you were hit with the smoke from a fire extinguisher. Shoving Scott into a locker as Stiles round the corner away from the two werewolves.

Hearing Scott calm down as well as Stiles’ racing heart rate. “Stiles...” He pants, taking his helmet off.

Once Stiles came back into view you noticed he was perfectly fine and without a scratch, a wave of relief washed over you. Quickly making your way to the boy, just as he drops the red can with a clank and pulling his gloves off, throwing them to side. Without a beat, you embrace the human boy, letting a breath out that you didn’t know you were holding in as he wrapped his arms around you.

“What happened?” Scott breathes out as Stiles buries his head into your patted shoulder, taking in your scent of sweat and honey from your hair before responding, “You tried to kill me.”

You pulled away, “It’s like we said, it’s the anger and your pulse rising.” You sat on your knees in front of Scott, Stiles falling into place next to you.

“It’s a trigger, Scott.” Stiles adds wiping at the light layer of sweat on his forehead.

“That’s lacrosse, it’s a pretty violent game if you hadn’t noticed.” Scotts rebukes.

“It’ll be more violent if you end up killing someone on the field.” Stiles tries to reason with him.

“You can’t play Saturday.” You quietly suggest, earning a small glare from Scott as he shakes his head.

“She’s right, you’re going to have to get out of the game.” He sighs, seeing your worried expression. He places a comforting hand on your back, running it up and down.

You can smell the desperation and fear of him, “I’m first line.” He said somberly.

“Not anymore” With a huff Stiles set a comforting hand on Scott’s knee.

After school ended Derek called but you quickly declined it since Stiles was giving you a ride. You sent him a text to meet up, so you could tell him what happened with Scott without anyone trying to listen in.

Right after Stiles left and his jeep disappeared around a corner, Derek’s black Camaro came rolling up. Immediately you climbed in, and he drove off to his estate in the opposite direction. Not speaking a word until you had gotten inside the cellar where he’d been helping you control the shift.

“He almost killed Stiles! We told him he can’t play but I don’t think we convinced him well enough. You really should talk to him. Maybe you’ll get it through his thick skull.” You talked to his back as he was fiddling with something on the metal table.

“I’ll pay him a visit, but first you. You seem to be much more in control of your anger and triggers. Why is that?” He asked, finally turning around but still shielding whatever was on the table.

You crossed your arms over your chest, mulling over any sort of explanation. “Uhm, I don’t know. With lacrosse I’ve always been good, maybe it’s that I don’t need to use my werewolf abilities to play. Unlike Scott, he wasn’t good beforehand.”

“Yeah, okay I can understand that.” He mumbles, taking a few steps towards you. “I want to test your anger out.”

“How?” You asked uncrossing your arms and letting them limp at your sides.

“I’m going to shock you with electricity to trigger your shift, then we’re going to work on ways you can stay in control or regain it.” He explains moving to the left so you can see electricity box with a dial and jumper cables. Your eyes widening at the pure thought of getting electrocuted.

“Wha-no-Der- no!” You stumbled to respond, already nervous of something going bad.

“Do you trust me?” His tone soft and convincing. You huffed and nodded your head. “Good, I’ll start at a low voltage and go higher, while you maintain your control.”

“How? How does one stay in control?” Your voice slightly shaking.

“It helps if you think of someone or something that keeps you grounded. Like your parents, best friend, boyfriend or girlfriend.” He suggests, walking back over to grab the jumper cables that were connected to the circuit box.

You inhaled deep and slowly let the breath go before nodding your head, giving him consent to shock you.

The first shock hurt like hell, but nothing happened, no shift and no anger. Before you were bitten you had been dared to get tased, which you weren’t about to back down from, this time around it felt just like that. Only difference is this time you were able to recover faster.

The second shock made your eyes change from your regular y/e/c ones to the bright neon yellow but was able to change them back. You growled as you panted and had to fight the urge to let you claws extract.

The third shock, Derek jumped the voltages from a 2 to 5, from a 5 to 9. Your eyes, fangs, and claws were out for the world to gawk at. Derek had been usually soft with his tone but still stern. Until now, he was full on yelling at you to think of anyone. It didn’t matter who they were, all that matters is what they mean to you. Almost immediately you thought of Stiles and Scott laughing, but you couldn’t get anything to go back until after a full minute of thinking of them.

Derek sighed, almost feeling bad for the girl. Kneeling to the floor, to be at eye level with you, “How about you think of whatever that was while repeating this, ‘Alpha, Beta, Omega’. It works, just focus on saying the words as you think of that memory you have.”

Once his tone of voice is back to normal, lifting your head to look at him. Your body was covered in what felt like layers on layers of sweat, your hair was a wet mess, and you could feel your body trying to heal itself. You felt exhausted but, you were determined to not shift while at school or even on the field. Because even if you are naturally good, it can still get your pulse rising and your anger just adds gasoline to the fire.

“Alpha, Beta Omega... Alpha, Beta Omega... “You continued to repeat to yourself as you close your eyes and brought yourself back to that memory. You made some stupid joke about Jackson and Lydia, that you told it to them too and got the same reaction, in the cafeteria on the very first day of school. You were sitting next to Scott with Stiles in front of you. He was most of the memory, you started focusing on the way Stiles laughed. The way the smile reaches his eyes, his feet accidentally hitting your shins resulting in Stiles leaning forward to take your hands into his as he apologized.

With every word you began to retract your claws, fangs, and every extra werewolf facial features. You shifted back. That feeling brought a smile to your face, letting the words slip out of your lips.

Derek smiled as he stood, feeling proud you were able to get control. In a matter of seconds, you stood up eagerly, “Okay, let’s go again.”

“You need a break, let yourself heal. I don’t want to kill you when we just started.” Derek jokes, putting the cables into its protective tent. You chuckle as you reached for your water bottle.

“Derek, can I ask you a question?” Derek contemplates it before nodding his head. “What happened to your family? Do you know how the fire started? Were there any survivors?”

“That’s more than one.” He sighs as he turns his back to you before continuing. “The Argents started the fire, some of them were pure humans, some weren’t. We never broke any laws, we were careful. My uncle Peter and my sister Cora were the only ones to make it out of the fire, my sister Laura and I were at school. My uncle is hospitalized full time, he’s still healing.”

He turns around the add, “And also it was 6 years ago, not 10.”

You nod with a sight frown on your lips, looking over to the circuit box. “Breaks over.”

Setting your bottle down and readying yourself for the next few hours of torture.

When you woke up on Friday morning, both your parents were standing at the foot of your bed wearing angry expressions. You almost felt a shiver in fear run down your spine. As you sat up you stretch your limbs out. Readying yourself for the berating they were going to give you.

“What happened to your door?” Your mother shouted, pointing to the broken door, that now was leaning against your bookshelf.

“It broke.” You shrugged your shoulder, you were still exhausted from the previous nights of getting electrocuted, but you were proud to say that you found an anchor to keep you in control of your shift and anger. Not so proud that it was Stiles, still oblivious to the fact that you have very strong feelings for the spastic boy.

“Doing what? Was it the boys? Are you covering for them again?” Your father asked, who spoke in a softer tone than your mother.

“No dad. Okay, maybe. But it’s not what you think. It is my fault, Scott dared me to wrestle with Stiles and we broke the door. Plus, it’s my own bathroom, I don’t need a door.” You sighed, trying to get your mom to calm down before she gives herself an aneurysm.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to fix it, it’s an easy fix really.” Your dad sat by your feet while looking to the door that's in pieces.

“I’m sure dad, I always bumped into it anyways.” You chuckled as your mother finally cracked a smile and laughed a little.

She sighed heavily before sitting on the other side of your father. “We’re just worried they are too rough with you.”

“Sweetheart, she said she’s fine. I raised her right.” Your father spoke up, his hand falling to your ankle. “Remember when You fell off the roof and broke your ankle? She just got back up and laughed saying ‘Daddy I need the doctor.’ Then your mother started to freak!”

“Well, when your daughter goes to her father for every injury, I can freak since you’re calm headed one.” You mother exclaimed, earning a laugh from you and your father.

“Then in the ER Melissa was berating me for even getting on the roof.” You parents laughed; in some ways they weren’t just your parents. They were your best friends. Sometimes they forgot that they are responsible for you, but in a good way.

Like when you, Stiles and Scott were caught egging and TP’ing Harrisons house. At first, they laughed and high five you, then when Melissa and Noah crossed their arms and gave them that look, they cleared their throat and changed their whole demeanor. But once you got into the car, you all began to laugh uncontrollably.

“Sometimes we forget we’re no longer kids ourselves. We live vicariously through you and your friends.” You dad laughed as he explained their behavior. As you grew up the more responsible, they got, but they trust you enough to not be those parents were breathing down their neck.

“I’m glad you are my parent.” Without any notice you pulled them into a group hug, quite harsh. Earning a groan from them, which made you loosen your grip.

“Are you okay? You’ve been getting home pretty late this week.” You mother mumbled into your shoulder.

“Yeah, I made a new friend, he’s been helping me train.”

Well, it’s not a complete lie.

“What happened to Stiles and Scott?”

“They’ve been busy, but it’s okay.” You couldn’t just tell them you were bitten and now was a supernatural creature.

“Well, when can you bring around this new friend of yours? I want to meet him.” You father comments, finally pulling away from the embrace.

“I’ll ask him.” You nodded your head as they stood up to leave.

“We were able to push our business trip to leave Saturday after your game, I'm excited to see you play.” You dad cheered as he walked out, followed by your mom who blows you a kiss.

You were walking through the halls at school when you heard Lydia pushing Scotts buttons, getting a certain reaction from him. You shook your head, that redhead bitch knew exactly what to say to do her bidding. Considering she wasn't your friend, you were friends with Jackson, you didn’t feel bad at all for calling her a bitch.

Then finally you ran into Stiles, who was going on and on about his dad’s phone calls. You were barely paying any attention to the boy, who didn’t even seem to notice. You were starting to get nervous. It felt like you are living a double life with being a werewolf and now with Derek, it feels like a triple life situation.

It was starting to affect your friendship with the boys. They barely talked to you, which you don��t mind because that means you don’t have to lie. Which Derek was more than happy to help show you how to control your heartbeat and you tells.

“You can’t exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek” With that you finally came back to reality, Scott had overhead about a curfew because of the dead body.

“I can do something.” Stiles shifted his weight back and forth between each foot. Without a second thought, you grab his hand into yours. Causing his fidgeting slow to a stop.

“Like what?” You asked softly, their heads immediately whipping in your direction. You hadn’t said a word in the entire time you were together.

“Like find the other half of the body.” With that Stiles left, pulling you along with him and leaving Scott to call out for you.

“Stiles!” You finally called his attention, making his movements abruptly stop. His hand still clenched around yours.

“What’s going on? Why are you so worried?” if he didn’t have such a death grip on your hand you would have run your hands up and down his arms trying to comfort him. Instead, you used your free hand while in your other hand, you rubbed circles with your thumb.

“Derek isn’t human, and my father is. What if my dad was out looking for the body while Derek was out trying to hide all the damn evidence?” He exhaled, pulling you into a tight hug, finally letting go of your hand.

“And what if it wasn’t Derek?” You asked quietly, causing his body to tense up and release you.

“I know it was him, Y/n/n” he simply shook his head and walked away.

After School ended, Jackson dragged you and Lydia to his doctor’s appointment. Saying he needed his supportive girlfriend, while you scoffed, and his best friend, which Lydia rolled her eyes at.

It was no secret the redheaded girl didn’t like you, and it was no secret that you treat people the way they treat you. So, if she hated you, you hated her.

Lydia was on the phone basically the entire time, while you sat by her trying not to scoff at every petty response she had. Eventually seeing his doctor call for you, and you have never been gladder to go into a doctor’s exam room. Anything to get away from her.

Of course, there was another reason, you wouldn’t like the most popular girl in school. Stiles is obsessed with her, so in love with her. Whenever he tries to talk to her, it’s like he stabbed you in the stomach with a knife and twisted it.

After waiting with Jackson for a while, you heard the familiar heartbeats of Stiles and Scott. You also heard Stiles trying to talk to Lydia and her ignoring him, basically stabbing him, and twisting the knife like he does to you.

While you waited for the doctor, Jackson talked to you about his playing insecurities. You told him he was fine; he was our male star player and that if anything just tell Lydia and she’ll make all his worries disappear. You walked out with him, waving goodbye once he got to Lydia. You walked straight past Stiles, even after he called after you.

Once outside you leaned again the wall and listened to when Scott got to Stiles, and they started to talk about their plan to get Derek put into jail for a murder he didn’t even do. Immediately running to your car while you dialed his phone number.

“Y/n?” he answered after the second ring.

“Hey, my parents want to invite you over for dinner. They noticed I’ve been getting home late and just want to meet you. Make sure you’re not a murderer.” You joked, and you drove back home.

“Oh yeah, they don’t know, or do they?” You can hear him walking around his burnt down house, the creaking with every step.

“No, they don’t, I want to tell them though. They deserve to know.”

“I can help to tell them; they should know I'm not a boyfriend.” He chuckles, earning a small laugh from you too.

“Knowing them, they probably think that.”

“That’s not the only reason you called, is it?”

“Stiles and Scott have a plan to go to your place and dig up Laura. If I tell them not to do it, they’d need an explanation to why I know why she's there.”

“And they can’t know I’m helping you.” He sighs deeply. “Okay, I'll fall into their plan.”

“You already know how to get out of it, don’t you?”

Finally pulling into your driveway, you dad’s car missing which means he’s still at work.

“I’ll be at your place at 5:30.” Is all he says before hanging up.

With that you grabbed your stuff and walked into your house. Heading straight to the kitchen where you knew your mother would be just by the smell of the house. You explained that Derek was invited to dinner that night so they could meet him. You also had to explain that he wasn’t a boyfriend, just a friend. When you told her how old he was, that’s when she began to worry. You had to reassure her that there is nothing happening between you two, just a blooming friendship almost like a mentorship.

Werewolf mentorship

Right after Derek left, Stiles called you frantically going over what he and Scott found on Derek’s property, and you had to act surprised. He wanted to come and visit you, but you knew that if he goes to your house, your parents will spill the beans on everything Derek and your family talked about. Something you were still trying to wrap your head around, but until you accept it you decided to ignore it and shove it deep down.

The next morning right as you were pulling out of your driveway to go meet Jackson for a pre-game workout, Derek called you to inform you that the police were coming, and your two idiot best friends were outside. You decided to put your phone on do not disturb, as to avoid the boys at all possibilities. Which you did in perfect timing because not two minutes later, Stiles tried to call you in hope of finding Scott after he freaked out from the wolfsbane just five minutes prior.

Finally, it was time to get ready for the lacrosse game. You were nervous to play because it’s your first time since being bitten and your werewolf abilities were triggered. You knew you were good before, but now it’s different. It felt like before the dial was only at 10, now it feels like you're at a 90. You can only imagine if a game is on a full moon. You wouldn’t be able to play, not even if it was within three days of a full moon. Last cycle you were turning for three nights straight. Thankfully Derek was there and will always be there for you.

Right after you finished getting dressed you were walking into coach’s office to talk about defensive and offensive plays when you heard Jackson say ‘only to me, don’t pass to McCall’

Then mid conversation you overheard Stiles rambling on and on about what Scott shouldn’t be thinking or worrying about. But knowing how Stiles gets, he’s just nervous and worried for his friend.

“Hello, Y/n” Finstock waved a hand and snapped his fingers in front of your face getting your attention again. This time a referee was standing in the doorway.

“Sorry, I spaced out. What did you say?”

“The other team won’t play with a female on your team.” The referee says almost concerned for you. You knitted your brows together.

“Oh, they’re scared of losing to a girl?” You scoffed, earning a laugh from Finstock.

“They are scared you’ll get hurt and blame it on them.”

“They should be scared I’ll end up hurting them.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your padded chest.

“That’s unlikely.” The other teams coach rounded the corner, a smug smirk on his face.

“Either we play full roster, or you forfeit, Evergreen.” Finstock challenges the other coach.

He looked between all three of you, and with a huff he responds “Fine, have it your way.”

Then you all left his office to go out to the field. You heard the boys trying to catch up with you, so you ran up to Jackson ready to smack him upside the head.

“Don’t single out Scott, you idiot.” You almost growled as you smacked him upside the head. “Do you want to win or not?”

“What are you going on about?”

“Don’t be stupid.” For good measure you smacked him upside the head with your glove one more time before going to your parents. They gave you a good luck hug like they always do and went back to the bench.

Then the whistle blows, and everyone is getting on the field. The ball gets thrown back and forth for a while between a few players then it was on the ground. Immediately noticing the Jackson was only going to tackle Scott, you went for it. Getting it into the net as Jackson shoves Scott, you ran off toward the goalie, perfectly avoiding everyone in your way with help of teammates and scoring the first point of the game. The crowd goes wild, seeing your parents jump into the air in excitement. They were sitting next to Melissa and Noah.

Noticing a group of teammates gathering up, you immediately go too. Interrupting Jackson. “Jack, quit the jealousy act and get your head in the game. Are you a winner or a loser? I swear to god if any of you deliberately keep the ball away from anyone on our team, I'll make your life in this sport a living hell.” You growled at your team, hoping to get the point across. Once you earned a harsh nod from everyone sans Jackson, you broke the group meeting away.

Stopping Jackson from leaving, “Do this for me, please? Set aside whatever you’re feeling and play to win, not for power.”

He rolled his eyes but agreed, nonetheless. But as the game progressed Scott only got more and more angry. The worse he got the better he played, which only angered Jackson more. It was a terrible game, who could make the best score.

Once he got too wolfed out had to take matters into your own hands. The scoreboard read 5 - 5 with only 20 seconds on the clock. You whispered, “Follow my lead.” Crossing in front of him, acting like you switched the ball into your net, faking right and going left, as Scott went to the right and scored with only 2 seconds left and you won the game!

Giving Scott the distraction he needed to run off to the locker rooms, people started gathering around you cheering out your name and Scotts and a few people chanting Jackson but that died down as fast as it started. With all the excitement around you, you ran over to Stiles pulling him into a tight hug. He lifted you up and spined in a circle.

“Ha-ha we won! You and Scott did it! “He mumbled into your neck, smelling of sweat and grass but also a hint of your deodorant.

When he set you down and pulled away, the smile on his face never left. His bare hands cupped your face and basically yelled in your face excitedly, pulling you forehead to his lips quickly. Trying to hide the blush that creeped up your face as you looked down, once you looked back up Stiles was distracted by his dad getting a phone call.

“What’s that about?” He motioned to his father. You focused your hearing to his phone call. Hearing that the DNA they got off Laura’s body were animal hairs, it couldn’t be Derek who killed her. Repeating it all back to Stiles as you listened. He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers as he dragged you to where Scott was.

Once inside the locker room, you saw Scott and Allison in the showers kissing. You stood in the middle as you gawked at them in each other’s arms. Stiles wrapped an arm around your middle pulling you behind a metal locker just as they pulled away. As Alison left, she saw you hiding in the shadows.

“Y/n, Stiles” as she waved shyly at you two. You waved back with a proud grin on your face.

“Hey, yeah.” Stiles said awkwardly, waving at her too. Scott walked over you two, Stiles moved his hand from your stomach to the small of your back as he guided you out into the moonlight that peered through the high windows.

“I kissed her.” He breathes out, as you leaned into Stiles’ body.

“We saw.” You respond.

“She kissed me.”

“Saw that too.” Stiles speaks out, proudness evident in his voice. “That’s pretty good, huh?”

“I-I-I- I don’t know how but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this. Maybe it’s not that bad.” With Scott’s revelation, Stiles didn’t want to tell him about the ‘bad’ news.

“Heh, yeah, we’ll talk later then.” Stiles’ hand leaving you as he tried to leave. but was pulled back by Scott.

“What?”

“The medical examiner looked at the other half of the body you guys found.” You started somberly.

“And?”

“I’ll keep it simple; M.E. determines killer of girl to be animal not human. Derek’s human, not animal. Derek not killer, Derek let out of jail.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Bigger kicker, his dad identified the victim; Laura Hale.” You said, trying to hide your sadness about it. “Derek’s older sister.”

To be continued

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maxineswritingcenter · 4 years ago

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 16

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It was 2006, one of the last seasons for Beacon Hills Girls lacrosse. The other girls on the team and I fought hard but it would be over by the time my senior year rolled around. We thought if we had made it to the state championships, we would save it. Here’s to hoping. As team captain, all eyes were on me to make the season great. We were lined up on the field, ready for the toss up. I stared into the eyes of the opposing player, the girl’s eyes were determined. But so were mine, I glanced to the side at the bleachers. There was Uncle Noah, Stiles, and Scott, cheering me on. I was just happy Stiles came today.

I looked back up, just in time for the pearl toss, I scooped it from the air, immediately shoving passed the opposing player. I ran down the field, narrowly missing players looking to tackle. I threw the ball towards an open offensive player just as someone slammed me from the side. I grunted as I hit the ground, hearing the crowd wince. I got myself up on my arms and looked down the field. My player was able to get through the other team’s defense and scored the game winning goal. Coach Finstock laughed loudly, loud enough to be heard over the roar of the crowd. I stood up, raising my crosse in the air and shouted into the sky. I ran back to the bench, congratulating my teammates. But now I needed to see him. I pushed through the crowd, I looked around. As I got through the crowd, I was left alone. I was staring out into the woods. An eerie feeling came over me. There was something out there.

“Hey!” Michael’s smiling face came into my vision, causing me to smile.

“Hey.” I smiled, looking back at the crowd, “Have you seen Derek?”

Michael raised an eyebrow at me, “Who’s Derek?” I paused, asking myself the same question.

“I don’t know.”

“So let me get this straight,” I said into the phone. I was on the phone with Stiles getting a recap of what had happened over the last couple days, “You stole a police transport vehicle-”

“We put gas in it!”

“Of course, you did. You stole a transport van, filled it with gas, kidnapped Jackson to talk to him, left him in the woods. Jackson’s father, a lawyer, has issued two restraining orders against you and Scott.” I made sure to separate the kanima and Jackson. “Found out the kanima is being used by a ‘master’. Is that it?” Derek raised his eyebrows at the conversation.

“I was also grounded from Scott.” He added.

“Unfortunate.”

“When are you coming home?” He asked, hushing his voice a little, “I’m all for you living out your best werewolf life but I would rather you be home.” I motioned for the group of Derek, Erica, and Isaac to go ahead of me.

“When I have the courage to face your dad. Or when my lie that I’m staying at a friend’s house doesn’t work anymore. Whatever comes first.” I sighed, “I’ll try to come home soon. I need to apologize.” After our goodbyes, I hung up the phone.

After I stepped into the railway car, I made it just in time for our “pack meeting” to start.

“So, why do we need their help?” Isaac asked.

“Because it’s harder to kill than I thought, and I still don’t know who it is.” Derek said impatiently.

“And they do?”

“They might. Which is why I need one of you to get on their good side.”

“Mmm. Scott or Stiles?” Erica hummed flirtatiously. Honestly, I don’t think she realizes she’s barking up the wrong tree, no pun intended. Scott was more focused on Allison than his own life and Stiles was in a persistent pursuit of Miss Lydia Martin.

“Either.” Derek sighed, probably fed up with her new found flirtatious nature.

“Good luck with that.” I said under my breath, causing the group to look at me, “What? The last time they saw you, you broke into Scott’s house and tried to kill them.” Isaac titled his head to the side and nodded a little in agreement.

Isaac turned to Derek, “You know, the full moon's coming, Derek.”

"I'm aware of that.” Derek said irritably, he opened a large wooden chest, searching around for something. He pulled out dark, rusted chains.

“Oh my.” Erica lifted up a bundle of them, “These look comfortable.” She said sarcastically. He quickly took them from her grasp and put them with the rest that he pulled out of the chest.

“You said you were gonna teach us to change whenever we wanted.” Isaac said warily, eyeing the chains.

“There hasn't been time.” He said. And truly he hadn’t had time. I had really been training myself on how to control the chains with what I was calling exposure therapy. Getting really mad and controlling the change before turning so I would be less likely to kill someone during a spout of road rage.

“But if you have to lock us up during the full moon, that means... That means you're alone against the Argents.” Isaac said.

Derek closed the lid of the chest, “They haven't found us.”

“Yet.“ Kid had a point, “So, how about we forget about the Kanima?”

“We. Can't!” He shouted in frustration. He sighed, “There was something about the way Gerard looked at it... He wasn't afraid, at all. I don't know what he knows, or what he's planning. But, I'm sure about one thing-- we have to find it, first.”

“With Scott’s group.” I added, “We are stronger in numbers, that’s how the hunters work and that’s how we should work.”

On the drive home to the Stilinski house, I really had to convince myself not to turn back around and go back to the depot. But Uncle Noah deserved an apology. He had taken me in, given me a fresh start and asked that I be safe in return. Yet here I was, fighting a lizard man with the threat of hunters on my tail, not to mention that I was a movie monster. I parked in the driveway next to his police cruiser and closed my eyes. My emotions were running high and it was hard to keep my eyes from turning red.

“Breathe.” Derek’s voice echoed through my head, “It’s going to be okay.”

I took a deep breath in and out and when I opened my eyes, the red was gone. Now or never.

After closing the front door behind me, I walked quietly into the kitchen where I found him. He was leaning against the counter and sipping a cup of coffee. He looked exhausted. He looked up from his cup a little surprised.

“(Y/N)...”

I chewed on the inside of my cheek before answering, “Uncle Noah...”

“Is...Everything alright?”

“Yeah, yeah.” I said quickly, “Everything’s....” I let out a deep breath, “Everything’s not fine. I’m so sorry about the things I said.”

He smiled a little, “It’s fine.”

“It-It’s not fine though. You’re just looking out for me, I should appreciate that more. You’ve done more than anyone in my situation could have asked for. You opened up your home, bought me clothes, gave me my own room. You didn’t have to do that.”

“No, no.” He said, setting down his coffee mug, “I did have to do that. Besides promising your parents that I would look after you, I did this because you’re like one of my own. You’re like the daughter I never had. I love you.” His eyes held a special twinkle. One that you could only find in people that truly loved you.

Tears prickled at my eyes, my lips trembling, “I love you too.”

“C’mere, sweetheart.” He pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. I gripped onto the material of his shirt and cried. The first time I had really cried since everything happened with my parents. It just felt like my eyes had been built up and after a while, I was crying because of Uncle Noah, because of my parents, because of the torture I went through. I felt like I had no one to vent to like how I could my mom and dad because they weren’t here anymore. It felt nice to cry and feel safe because I knew that Uncle Noah loved me, no matter what. I just wished that if me being a werewolf did come out, he would still love me like his own. Even the thought of it scared me.

“It’s alright.” Uncle Noah stroked my hair, pressing a kiss to the top of my head, “Everything gonna be okay.”

But it’s not okay.

Just a drive to clear my head, that’s all I needed. Stiles was ringing my phone off the hook which really wasn’t helping with my anxiety right now. I looked over to reach for my phone and when I looked back there was someone standing in the middle of the road.

“SHIT!” I screamed, turning my wheel harshly, sending me off the road and into a ditch. I slammed on the brakes, making my body slam forward into the steering wheel. I felt the cracking of my ribs against the hard plastic of the wheel. Pain washed over me in waves as I tried to catch my bearings. I felt dizzy and nauseous on account of the whiplash. I looked back towards the road and the mystery person was gone. It was around that time that my airbag went off, slapping me in the face.

“Nice.” I grunted, opening up my car door. I turned to look out when I froze. The kanima was staring me right in the eyes. But it didn’t make any sense, unless the kanima can turn without moonlight.

“Jackson...” I whispered, “Jackson, if you’re in there I need you to listen to me.” I swallowed, watching the creature tilt his head to the side. It seemed to recognize my voice.

“I can help you, Jackson. I don’t want to hurt you. Just please... Don’t...”

“(Y/N)...” The creature’s voice said. I didn’t even know it was capable of speech. But the voice wasn’t exactly reptilian, as if that was possible. It wasn’t Jackson’s voice either. It was a voice that seemed so familiar, but not.

“Well... That’s not good.” I said, just starting to move to get to the other side of the car when I felt Jackson’s whip-like tail slice across my side.

“God....dammit.” My voice was strained since my entire body became paralyzed within seconds. The creature reached out, pulling me out of the car.

Ah yes, a roadside killing for the kanima, how wonderful. Okay, maybe thoughts like this weren’t the best. This is how I died, alone on the side of the road. I took a deep breath, watching the world go by as Jackson’s scaly hands dragged me down into the ditch further.

A loud roar cut through the air and I felt Jackson drop me, hissing before I heard him take off into the woods. Derek’s face filled my vision and relief washed over me.

“It’s alright, I got you.” He said, picking me in his arms. I saw my car out of the corner of my eye.

“Is she totaled?” I asked.

“No, she’s fine.” He chuckled, “Your transmissions probably shot though.”

“Awesome.” I groaned, closing my eyes.

- By the time I woke up, it was later in the day and I was back home on the couch. With Derek and Uncle Noah... talking. My eyes widened and I sat up, I hissed in pain and laid back down. My head was still killing me.

“Woah, slow down there, kid.” Uncle Noah came to my side, kneeling down beside me on the couch. He smiled and smoothed back my hair from my face, “I thought I told you when you saw a deer in the road, you can’t swerve. Just slow down and if you hit it, you hit it. It’s sad, but there are more deer, there’s only one you.” I glanced up at Derek, who had his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed not at all concerned around Uncle Noah.

Uncle Noah followed my line of sight and smiled, “It’s okay, secret’s out.” My heart almost stopped, why in the hell would Derek tell him I was a werew-

“And it’s okay. I am... okay with you seeing Derek.” I blinked at him.

“What?”

“Is that where you’ve been? At a friend’s house.” He stood up and chuckled, patting Derek on the shoulder, “Derek, here, explained it all to me.”

“I told him that you didn’t want to disappoint him by dating someone who was a murder suspect.” Derek said, smiling a bit at the sheriff.

“Don’t worry, everything’s fine now. Just for the future, you can always tell me anything. No matter what.” He smiled reassuringly. Well... I guess that was one thing out of the way.

“Your car’s in the shop, it’ll be there a day or two. So for now, Derek has volunteered to take you to work.” Uncle Noah smiled, then looked down at his phone, “I gotta take this.” He excused himself from the room and left out the front door. I sat back up again, looking up at Derek’s with my eyebrows raised.

“How did that whole situation go?” Referring to ex-con Derek Hale telling the chief of police that he is dating his pseudo-daughter while she was unconscious in his arms.

Derek shrugged, coming to sit on the edge of the couch, “Well, I was threatened with the gun at first. But after explaining some things... He understood.” He reached out, holding my hand, “He also said he was glad that we were friends again.”

“Does that mean my parents told him that I wasn’t friends with you anymore and not to bring you up?”

“Seems like it.” He sighed, rubbing his thumb across my knuckles.

“God.” I breathed out, feeling tension rising in my shoulders, “I understand why they did what they did but... They had a total disregard of the consequences. What were they going to say when I asked what happened to you, would they tell me they told you to go away or would they lie again? A majority of my life was stolen from me and when I try to remember my old lacrosse games where you could have been there... The only face I see is Michael’s. And I think he knew something.”

“We’re gonna figure it out.” He said. I moved closer to him, leaning my head on his shoulder.

Derek then explained the events of the dad, the kanima attacked Scott, Stiles, Erica, and Allison in detention and he had agreed to not kill the creature.

“Why did the kanima go after me? Why didn’t he kill me immediately.”

“You don’t have to cover for him anymore, I know it’s Jackson.”

I sighed, “Good, because I didn’t like keeping it from you.”

“Yeah, why did you keep it from me?” He asked, looking down at me.

I gave him a surprised look, “Well, gee, I don’t know. Maybe because you would have killed him? Yeah, he’s a douchebag, but that’s a little much. From what you said, finding out Jackson was adopted at birth and that he literally had to be removed from his mother’s dead body... Maybe that’s what caused the bite to mutate.”

“It’s possible.” The sound of the door slamming shut and the sound of familiar awkward footsteps made us both look up. Stiles halted in the living room, looking me over. I’m sure I looked like a wreck, still kinda felt like it, but the cracked ribs and head injury had healed by now.

Stiles pressed his lips together tightly, moving with purpose. He fell to his knees in front of the couch, wrapping his arms around me. Trying not to cry for the second time today, I hugged him, resting my cheek on top of his head.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. Stiles hold tightened at my words but he didn’t say anything. Derek nodded at me, making his way out of the house. Leaving Stiles and I alone.

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Sidereal | Ch. 1

Summary : Y/N Finstock never expected that her teenage years would be one that filmmakers would push towards an audience, but she expected it to be completely different than how they turned out. Being livelong friends with Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall, and having a somewhat insane, loud lacrosse coach of a father, she had come to expect the unexpected. However, she truly did not expect for her friend to soon grow fur and howl at the moon, or the way her entire being was seeming to change with every passing day.

She truly hated Beacon Hills.

Pairing : Multi Ship (Stiles Stilinski x Finstock!Reader, Derek Hale x Finstock!Reader)

Word Count : 2237

CHAPTER ONE : STUPID ADVENTURES MAY CAUSE BODILY HARM

sidereal : of, relating to, or expressed in relation to stars or constellations

Highschool movies always were one of Y/N’s guilty pleasures.

No matter how many times Stiles would complain or beg to watch something else while Scott just rolled his eyes and listened to the argument between his two friends, she couldn’t help but love them. Maybe she had already known she wouldn’t get the stereotypical teenage years, be stuck with something she had to settle for, so she tried to live through the movie.

She wouldn’t get the big glow-up the summer before freshman year started, wouldn’t be able to strut in with her chin held high, wearing stylish clothes and confidence oozing off of her. She wasn’t going to be able to somehow juggle almost all AP classes and a personal life full of parties and boys. God, boys.

There was truly only one boy she actually wanted, but it was far-fetched and a thought that shouldn’t pass through her head because every time it did, it left a pain in her heart and a slight queasy feeling.

She knew she’d for sure only get one thing that the movies had, and that was game nights. And it wouldn’t be in the bleachers with a practice jersey and face paint, cheering one of the last names darting around the field against red mesh. No, instead she’d be right by the bench, a playbook in hand and having her father yell right into her ear, sharing bored looks with the bench warmers and frustration with the boys on the field.

Now, however, she was sprawled across the couch in her living room, her father doing god knows what in his office down the hall. They had spaghetti a bit ago, the dishes still sitting on the coffee table. Her bowl had half-eaten seconds still in it, and the TV was playing the ID Channel, something that she only watched when she was absolutely bored, seeing as Stiles crammed the same things into her head almost daily.

Y/N sighed, moving her eyes away from the screen to the dishes on the coffee table, debating internally if she really wanted to clean them now. It was undoubtedly the last home cooked meal for a while, seeing as school starting the next day also meant lacrosse started. On most nights, Y/N either stayed with her father during practices and they got something from the few fast-food and takeout places Beacon Hills had to offer, or she ate at Scott or Stiles’, which normally meant pizza of leftover Mama McCall dishes.

However, before she could fully come to the decision of whether she actually wanted to be a functioning human being, a sound outside her front door grabbed her attention. Her eyes snapped to the door, and then to her phone that was lying on the arm of the couch. The noise sounded again, causing her to jump. Craning her head to look down the hall, she could see the closed door of her father's office.

Knowing he was probably too engrossed in old lacrosse films, she stood up, grabbing her phone. She was quick in pulling up Sheriff Stilinski’s contact info, knowing he’d answer just as quickly as the operator if she were to call this late at night without prior warning.

Y/N gulped as she walked to the door. Opening it slightly didn’t reveal a serial killer or kidnapper, and she pushed the door open more, taking a hesitant step onto her porch. The street lamps lit up the empty street, her brows furrowing. Her thumb was just over the call button. She stopped her steps just before her porch turned into steps, and she let her eyes dance around her yard and the sidewalk.

After finding nothing, she lets out a relieved sigh, shutting her phone and turning on her heel, planning on going back inside to actually do the dishes again.

However, once she turned around she was met with two taller figures practically crowding around her. Her eyes widened and she let out a scream, throwing her fist out to hopefully catch one of them in the nose before they grabbed her. The two figures let out almost equally as high-pitched screams, and one flailed while the other took a step back.

Y/N’s heart rate slowed as she realized who the two people standing in front of her were, and she huffed, her brain only yelling the word “idiots’.

“Oh my fucking god! What the hell are you two doing? Trying to kill me?!” She screeched, now aiming for Stiles' shoulder with her fist. He flinched when it connected, whining out. Scott stared at her with his puppy eyes, and she lowered her hand to her side.

“We were trying not to bring attention to us! We know your dad is probably awake and-”

“Y/N! Where’s the thre-” your father yelled, pushing the door wide open and wielding a lacrosse stick. His entire posture relaxed when he noticed the two boys and the annoyed look on his daughters face, his shoulders drooping. “Oh, just you two. Dear god, can’t you just knock or something?”

You looked over your idiotic friends shoulders, nodding at her dad. “We’re good here, Pops. No threat for you to beat to death. I’ll be in soon.”

Finstock twirled the lacrosse stick, pointing it at the three teens in front of him. “School tomorrow. No stupid adventures that can cause too much bodily harm, and for all that is good no drugs. I don’t have time to deal with a daughter who has substance issues.”

Stiles smiled crookedly, giving a half-hearted salute as Scott nodded, his eyes wide at the prospect of Finstock getting mad at them for doing anything. “Yes Coach, we’ll make sure there are no drugs!”

Y/N raised a brow, not bringing up the fact Stiles didn’t agree on the whole “no stupid adventures” part. Her father seemed to notice too, and narrowed his eyes. He stared at them for a moment and then rolled his eyes, turning to go back in the house. “I don’t even want to deal with it. Be home by 2am.”

Once the door closed, Scott and Stiles turned to her. Crossing her arms, Y/N already knew where this was going. Almost a decade of friendship would do that to someone, she supposed. She also knew she was probably already growing grey hairs from the stress the two caused her, mainly the spastic one.

“My dad left about 45 minutes ago on a call.” Stiles stated excitedly, turning the girl around by her shoulders. Y/N sighed, slipping on the old boots that laid on her steps, letting Stiles lead her to the jeep.

“He’s a cop, Stiles. That is not surprising.” She stated calmly, looking over at Scott with a raised brow. He gave her a knowing look, and she stifled a giggle.

The Stilinski boy sighed, looking over at her. “I don’t like that I’m rubbing off on you two, you know. But it's not the fact he left I’m interested in, it’s the reason why.” Y/N opened the door to the death trap her friend had started driving, humming to indicate to him to continue as she climbed into the back.

“They found a body. Well, only half of one, I guess. Stiles wants us to find the other half.” Scott rushed out, hopping up front. Stiles groaned, getting into the driver's seat as he smacked at his friends shoulder.

“Dude, you totally stole my thunder there! My dad’s case, my epic reveal moment!” Y/N sighed as Scott began arguing with Stiles, leaning her head between the two seats, a small smile forming on her lips as she listened to the two.

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“I’m not actually walking through the woods to find a dead body, Stiles!”

“Half of a dead body, Y/N! And why?!”

She rolled her eyes, not escaping the comfort that the jeep gave her. “Because if there's half a body, then something had to rip it in half. And not to mention your father and the entirety of the Beacon Hills Police Force are out there looking too! We have school in a couple hours, and I don’t have time to be detained!”

Scott took out his inhaler, shaking it up, looking between the two with a slightly concerned look. “If Y/N doesn’t go, maybe we shou-”

Stiles pointed at Scott, eyes wide. “No! We are going to find that body! And anyways, you wouldn’t actually be detained! Dad would never detain you!”

Y/N crossed her arms, raising a brow. Her and Stiles stared at each other in silence and Scott sighed, putting his inhaler to his mouth. He hated when they did that.

Stiles threw his arms in the air, with a small yell, and Y/N’s face broke out into a victory smile. Knowing she won, she held her hand out, Stiles griping as he dropped the keys to the jeep in her open palm. “Just...call Scott or I if you see something or if you get attacked, okay?”

“And you or Scott call me when the Sheriff drags your asses back here so I can prepare my ‘told you so’ pose.” Stiles rolled his eyes, and with one last look over the girl, he turned to Scott.

“Lets go, Scotty boy.” Stiles started off to the trees, and Scott gave Y/N one last look to make sure she was okay, and with a nod of hers followed behind him.

Y/N sighed, leaning back in the passenger seat. She hummed, closing her eyes as she decided to sit back and wait for her idiotic best friends to show back up.

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It couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes from when Stiles and Scott disappeared to when Y/N heard it.

Her head snapped up, looking around in the dark. Pulling her phone out and turning on the flashlight app, she hopped out of the car, huffing. She could feel the cold hit her, and with a quick look into the back of the jeep she found one of Stiles’s flannels. She quickly put it on, relaxing slightly at the warmth and the familiar scent of her friend.

Paying attention again to the noise she heard, she stepped away from the jeep, her voice annoyed. “Seriously boys, this isn’t funny. You already scared the shit out of me once tonight, let's not do it a second time.”

Silence.

Y/N’s brows furrowed and she gripped her phone tighter, holding it out farther as to see more into the seemingly never-ending darkness. “Stiles? Scott? Come on, idiots. It’s cold.”

A twig snapped behind her, causing her to spin around. Her heart was beating faster, and her eyes looked through the window of the jeep.

On the other side of the jeep, a little ways off of the side of the road was a pair of glowing red eyes. Y/N felt panic settle over her, her hand shaking. A growl emitted from the same direction of the eyes, and she felt a scream bubble up in her throat.

Backing up, Y/N had a plan to run. One that after thinking it over during her ride home she’d come to yell at herself for. Before she could set off, though, the eyes disappeared and she heard the loud voices of the Stilinski men. Shaking in fear, Y/N turned to face the sound, seeing the Sheriff dragging Stiles along.

“Ah, there she is. I knew you had to bring one of them with you.” Sheriff grumbled, tossing Stiles towards the jeep. Y/N’s panicked eyes turned to her friend, and he shook his head slightly.

“I had to have one of them, Dad. Scotty was boring and didn’t want to come, so I took the fun friend.” Y/N gulped, craning her head to look through the window in the jeep, slightly calm now that she wasn’t alone and the Sheriff (who had a gun) was there.

“I assume I don’t have to explain how idiotic and dangerous this was to you, Y/N?” The Sheriff stated, causing her attention to snap towards him. She gave a shaky smile and a small thumbs up. “Good. So, now that I know at least one of you two have common sense, you both need to get home and get to sleep. School in the morning.”

Stiles sighed, turning to head towards the jeep. Y/N tossed him the keys, getting in the jeep. It was only once they were already half-way to town did she take a breath, leaning her head on the back of the headrest.

“Scott will be fine, right? He undoubtedly is getting caught, or he called his mom. He’d call his mom, right?” Stiles rambled.

Tilting her head towards him, Y/N nodded. “Scott knows not to be in the cold woods all night long. He called his mom or found a deputy. He may be a little naive, but he isn’t dumb.”

With Stiles now slightly more calm, Y/N let her eyes drift to the side mirror on her side, terrified that the red eyes would be following behind them. Curling into the flannel over her body, she felt the calm wash over her again. She didn’t notice Stiles’ eyes and slightly blushed face.

Neither of them knew just what trouble their friend was actually in.

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marwritesgood · 7 years ago

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Hallucinate | I. Lahey

Pairing ; Isaac x Alpha!Reader

Timeframe ; S3E6 (Motel California)

Summary ; In which Isaac has difficulties trusting Y/n at first, due to her long-term friendship with Peter Hale. However, when he witnesses her hallucinations, it dawns on him that maybe they weren’t so different after all.

Warnings ; descriptions of an abusive father. death of a mother. suicide attempt.

A/N ; Day 2 of 31 Days of Christmas.

This imagine is also one of my darker ones, and the themes of it can be very harmful and triggering for victims of self inflicted abuse or domestic violence. These topics are very heavy and not for the faint-hearted, so please be very weary and take good care of yourself.

Alongside that, never hesitate to message me should you ever need someone to confide in, my inbox will always be open for anyone who needs a friend.

Peter Hale was trouble. That was a matter of fact not an opinion. Derek and I had been friends for as long as I could remember, so ultimately, a friendship soon blossomed between I and his uncle. It was strange, of course, having close friends who were more than 4 years older than me, but that was the effect those boys had on other people. Once they were in your lives, there was no way of kicking them out.

I had moved away in my Freshman year of High School, following the house fire that killed almost all of Derek’s family members. I begged my parents to let me stay with Derek, because I could’t bear the thought of leaving him to grieve all on his own, but to stay in Beacon Hills would have been equivalent to putting a bright red target of the backs of everyone I loved;

My parents thought that by moving away from our hometown, we would, ultimately, be escaping from the clutches of Kate Argent and her family. However, within a year of moving away, the hunters managed to catch up to us. I soon became very alone in the small town I was in. I became the notorious girl who was the walking embodiment of a jinx, because in what world does a house fire kill everyone except for one person?

So, as a result of the immense loneliness I experienced subsequent to going from having an overcrowded home to no home at all, when Derek called me to tell me that Peter was resurrected, courtesy of a redheaded banshee, I did not hesitate to use that as an excuse to move back home.

Nothing too significant seemed to have changed when I returned to Beacon Hills. Sure, plenty of familiar faces were not so familiar anymore, and new people were brought into the town, plenty of which formed a pack together. I knew that, if I planned on sticking around, which I did, I needed to be on good terms with as many people as possible, and I managed to do so with lots of the people my age at Beacon Hills High. Scott Mccall. Lydia Martin. Stiles Stilinski. Hell, even the Argent girl was beginning to warm up to me. Everyone was friendly and somewhat welcoming towards me.

Except for Mr Isaac Lahey.

“She should be on your list of suspect, Stiles,” I heard him mutter from the backseat of the bus, where he sat behind Scott and Stiles. He was completely oblivious to the fact that I, too, was a werewolf, an alpha for Pete’s sake, and that I could hear him clear as day. “I mean, she shows up out of nowhere, and even after being her for nearly a month, we still know nothing about her… Not to mention she’s friends with Peter. Anyone who’s friends with that guy should not be trusted.”

I rolled my eyes and tucked a strand of hair behind my right ear. Trust Isaac to be that one person who did everything he possibly could to convince people I was the bad guy. It didn’t matter where the conversation began, Isaac always managed to mention his skepticism about my true agenda.

“Leave her alone, Isaac,” Scott said, sighing tiredly. “We shouldn’t judge her just because she’s friends with Peter. Maybe if you got over that you’d understand why the rest of us trust her. She’s not as terrible as you make her out to be, Isaac… Just give her chance.”

“She’s an alpha, Scott,” he reiterates, unfazed by anything Scott had to say to him. “Do you realize what that means? It means that she’s either your level of goodness or she killed someone to gain her status. And, judging by her poor choice in friends and frequent hostility, my money is on the latter.”

At this point, my blood has reached its boiling point, and Scott must have already sensed it, because when I abruptly stood up and turned around, he was already watching me, scared for what I was about to say to his tactless friend.

“I get it, Isaac,” I begin, glaring at him despite my face displaying almost no emotions. “Believe me, I get it. You don’t like me. You don’t trust me. You despise the fact that Peter is my friend and you’re frustrated with the fact that your friends still trust me in spite of all that. I don’t give a shit about a lot of things, like this stupid bus trip I’m being forced to go on, or your irrelevant uninformed opinion about me. What I do give a shit about, however, is blonde-haired, blue-eyed little betas talking about me like they know half the crap I have been though.”

“Y/n, I’m-” he says softly, his expression flooded with instant regret. I hesitated to stay angry at him, as it did seem like my message had been received, but the memory of my family re-entered my mind, and I couldn’t control the anger and frustration that came subsequently.

“- And you don’t, Isaac,” I yell angrily, forgetting that we were in a school bus full of nosy teenagers. “You don’t know a single thing about me. You don’t know the life I’ve had. The memories I’ve shared with Peter and Derek that have led me to be their friends for as long as I can remember. You don’t know how I became and Alpha. You do not know me, and you never will, so stop talking about me like you do, or so help me God I will take one of your pretty little scarves and shove it up your-”

Coach Finstock blew his whistle at at an deafening volume, before angrily pointing to my seat at the front of the bus. I turn around, after ensuring everyone had gone back to chatting amongst themselves, and I glare one last time at Isaac, but this time with my bright red eyes.

“-and the last room goes to Y/n and…”

Coach holds up the final key and squints his eye as he attempts to read whatever he had written on the sheet of paper attached to his clipboard. The bus we were on had crashed, leaving us students in the middle of nowhere without any place to go except for the stingy motel just a few blocks away from the crash site. Coach sorted everyone into groups of two, according to gender, and my name was the last of girls to be read out.

“Looks like it’s just you, Y/n.”

“What’s new,” I mutter quietly to myself, as I marched up, snatched my key out of Coach Finstock’s hand and head straight towards my allocated room. I had no idea that Isaac had been keeping an eye for me and heard what I said under my breath. However, what he heard was what, thankfully lead him to check up on me later that night, and ultimately wake me up from my most terrifying recurring nightmare.

I took my jacket off and chucked it onto the second bed in the room I was given, before taking my shoes off and walking into the bathroom. I heard footsteps and chatter from McCall and his friends, but just assumed that whatever issue they had going on would be quickly resolved.

I start to sing a tune to the last song I had been listening to on my phone, as I washed my face, ready to sleep away the overbearing exhaustion I felt. That was until the sound of my voice became overpowered by a loud ringing inside my head. Squeezing my eyes shut, I place my hands on opposite sides of my head to try and block out the sound, which works almost too quickly.

“What the fu-” I exclaim, before I am cut off instantly when I open my eyes ad see dead father standing in front of me, very much alive. We are still in the bathroom of my motel room, but he is glaring angrily at me the way he used to when he was alive.

“You are such a wimp,” he yelled, causing me to jump from having not heard the hostility only his voice is able to possess. “God, I can not believe I got stuck with a weak and pathetic excuse for a daughter. Are you a fucking moron or something?… Well?! Answer me!”

“N- No,” I stutter, not knowing how to respond. How was he standing there? How could he be yelling at me the way he used to if he died?

“Sorry, sweetheart, but Derek or Peter won’t be here to save you anymore. Looks like you’re gonna have to stop hiding behind other people and finally toughen up… Now go and get the matchsticks you keep in your bag and lock the bathroom door when you come back.”

I felt like I had lost complete control of my body and of my consciousness, because I did. I didn’t say a single thing in response, but I instead just walked towards my backpack, grabbed the packet of matchsticks in the emergency pack I kept inside, walked back into the bathroom and I locked myself inside.

My father stopped barking orders at me, but instead went back to yelling at me. It was at that moment that my body completely shut down, and I continued to do things without control. I opened the bathroom cabinet and found a bottle of hairspray, before looking into the cupboard below the sink only to find a bottle of gasoline. I unscrew the cap off of the bottle of gasoline, and I begin to pour its contents all over the bathroom floor.

However, as I am about to pour the remaining gasoline onto my body, I hesitate when I hear a loud crash coming from the front door, and am able to identify the scent as Isaac’s. My father notices this, however, and his anger only grows.

“You are not about to give up on me, are you, young lady?… Are you?!”

“N-No, sir,” I stutter, grabbing the packet of matchsticks out of fear.

“You are the reason your mother died. You are the reason I died in that house fire. What makes you think you deserve to continue living after what you did? I saw what you did, Y/n! I saw the way you killed her!”

By now, Isaac had already successfully busted down the door to my bathroom, but he was far too shocked to say anything, which lead me to forget that he was standing right there and focus on my father.

“Sh-She told me to,” I whimpered, holding a matchstick up, but not yet gaining enough strength to ignite it. “Mom told me to do it. She was already dying… She told me to do it t- to become an Alpha. She told me she couldn’t feel anything more, that I wouldn’t be hurting her.”

“Of course she told you that!” He yelled, moving closer to me so that his voice was even more deafening than it already was. “Only an idiot would believe her, so it makes sense that you did.”

“Y/n,” this time it is Isaac speaking to me, his voice soft and calming, which was a pleasant change to say the very least. “Put the matchbox down, alright… You don’t need to do this… You’re a good person, okay? You don’t have to do this,”

“No, Isaac,” I whisper, with tears streaming down my cheeks as I shook my head furiously. “I am a bad person. I killed my own mother. I stabbed her with my claws and I ended her life, I-I don’t-”

“Hey,” he said softly, as he took slow steps towards where I stood. “I know what you’re going through. I know what it’s like to have that kind of guilt. Believe me, I know… Okay, but, I need you to hear me when I say that you do not need to do this, okay? I know it’s hard and it’s lonely, but it gets better, okay?… And you’re not alone, alright? You have Peter and Derek. You have Scott and Stiles and… and you have me, Y/n. I promise you it will get better, but I need you to put the matchsticks down first, Okay?”

I don’t know how he managed to do it, but when my eyes scanned the room I couldn’t see my father anywhere. All I could see was a huge puddle of gasoline and a distressed tall blond standing opposite me with both his hands held up. Not only did I regain my sense of reality, but thanks to Isaac I also felt a little bit better, almost lighter, about being an orphan in Beacon Hills.

“Okay,” I reply in a whisper tone, before placing the matchstick and its box into Isaacs hand.

I really hoped things would get better.

#isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey one shot #isaac lahey imagines #isaac lahey fanfiction #isaac lahey #teen wolf masterlist #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf fanfic #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #motel california

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 6 years ago

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Being Coach Finstock’s daughter and being a beast at sports would include…

Chaaracters: Coach Finstock X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: None

Request: May Ialso request a Coach Finstock from Teen Wolf as a father to the female reader. Headcanons or imagine whatever you like best. Perhaps the reader is part of the Lacrosse Team and normaly calm and rational but as soon there is a sports or academic competition she's on fire!

- Honestly, who’s surprised?

- Coach brags about it all day everyday.

- Especially to the Lacrosse team.

- Everyone thought he was just being a proud parent until he invited you to play once and you won against the team.

- You beat the entire team. Singlehandedly.

- How? No one knows, and honestly no one wants to know.

- The pack wondering if you’re supernatural and doing small tests to find out.

- Now, you’re just very active and very competitive.

- You low-key scare Scott, Stiles, and everyone else on the Lacrosse team.

- Okay, high key scare them.

- Plan A: Put the original team for said sport against the opposing team. Plan B: Throw you in there.

- Plan B is yet to fail.

- Is it cheating? Not in your dad’s book.

- If you end up being involved in the Supernatural world, your perfect throw definitely comes in handy in knocking out escaping or approaching enemies.

- Stiles asks you for tips for maximum damage when hitting something with his bat.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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lazydoodlesandfanfic · 7 years ago

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Position (Lydia Martin X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Lydia Martin X Fem!Reader, Finstock X Daughter!Reader

Universe: Teen Wolf

Warnings: Argument turned a little physical

Request: Would you write one for Teen Wolf with Lydia x female reader and the Coach in a foster father role to the reader? Perhaps where the reader is playing on the Lacrosse Team and really good and fit but doesn't always know where to stand and so on so she get's into argumenta with the team. Lydia perhaps comforting a down reader afterwards? :)

Lydia had took her usual spot on the bleachers- near the top and on the left. She sat mostly alone except for a few other people who had come to watch the Lacrosse team after school, which wasn’t many, except a few girlfriends and boyfriends. Lydia was one of them.

Lydia had met you when you first moved to Beacon Hills to live with your foster parent- none other than Bobby Finstock- the Coach for Lacrosse. Turned out your social worker had picked him to foster you due to your liking to sport. It was a surprise to everyone in school when they found out that the Coach was up to fostering, but you two seemed to fit perfectly, and soon Finstock was the closest thing you had to a parent, and you had no problem calling him dad. That was two years ago, and a year later, you and Lydia started dating. At first Finstock was practically breathing down her neck, not wanting her to hurt you, but eventually he realised Lydia wasn’t planning on doing that.

Because of your liking to sport, and your foster father’s occupation, it wasn’t long after going into his care did you end up on the Lacrosse team. However, despite it being two years, you were still getting used to the game, since you hadn’t played it before then. You were amazing at the sport- it was like you were born to play it. You were so good that Finstock often pulled you up to show the boys how to play it- or to just brag about how amazing his kid was. However, there was one thing you never seemed to get right- and that was placement. You always got so into the game that you always went out of the placement that you were given. If you were in charge of the goal, you’d end up charging into the middle like it was a battle and not guarding the goal. If you were meant to be getting the ball to the person to score, you’d end up being the one trying to score (though often succeeding, to be fair) and while Finstock often joked that he could have an entire team against you alone and you’d probably win, it was still a problem.

Tonight was no different, and it didn’t help that you had a big game coming up, so tension was a little high to get it right. Only twenty minutes into a practice game did you leave your position, and Finstock immediately stopped the game. “Y/N, back to position please.” He requested calmly. Lydia frowned, seeing you send a sorry smile to him, and walk back to your area, while your teammates gave you dirty looks. “Alright, let’s try it again.” Finstock started the game again, and while it seemed you were doing okay, you slipped up yet again. “Y/N, back in place.” Finstock called, not stopping the game this time, and you nodded, and headed back into your spot. Everything was going great, the game was nearly over, until “Y/N! Position!”

“Why can’t Y/N just sit out for the game until she learns?” One teammate called out.

“Well then I won’t learn then.” You grumbled back. “Also you wouldn’t learn how to actually guard the goal if you sat out all the time.”

“I can’t learn because you keep taking over!”

“Then correct me!” You kept retaliating, until the teammate pushed you, sending you into another who pushed you as well. “Knock it off jackass!”

“Hey! All of you stop it! Y/N, go get dressed, the rest of you, sit down and shut up, I want a word with you!” Finstock quickly got in the middle separating his fuming daughter from the player you were about to sock in the face. You huffed, turning and storming off to the changing rooms. Finstock looked up at Lydia who had stood up from her spot, looking worried, and pointed his head in your direction. She followed his order, rushing down the steps and running after you.

She soon found you shrugging off your gear and stuffing it into your bag, still clearly annoyed. “Hey.” She spoke softly. You looked up, instantly going soft at the sight of her and frowning. She could see the shame and guilt building up in your eyes, knowing she saw everything. She pushed herself off the locker she had momentarily leant on, coming to stand in front of you, and turned you around and lifted up your shirt, checking to make sure that the guy’s shoving didn’t leave any marks. When she saw none, she lowered your shirt, and you turned yourself around. “It’s not your fault. It’s a work in process.” She insisted to you, but you still huffed.

“It’s been two years, I should have it down by now. I don’t do it with other games. Not Soccer, or Football- hell, not even in Netball! I’m great at it, but I still can’t get this one thing right!” You complained.

“Hey, you may not realise it, but you are getting better. It’s taking you longer to slip up, which means you’re getting better at it. Just keep practicing, and you’ll get there, and I’ll be here every step of the way.” She assured, wrapping her arms around your neck, and giving you a quick peck at the end of her little rant. You couldn’t help but smile, copying her action but around her waist. “And as much as I would love to stay here and make out with you, I’m pretty sure your dad will be down here soon to give a familiar speech, so I’ll save it for this weekend.” She commented, giving you another kiss before helping you pack up.

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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maxineswritingcenter · 4 years ago

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 6

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To say that I was doing well after I left Derek’s house would be a lie. I really don’t understand why it hurts so much. We barely knew each other outside of a few encounters. Was it just me that felt the aching in my chest? I want to believe that he felt the same thing, but that seemed selfish. That I wanted him to miss me. That I dreamed of him showing up at my window and begging to see me. But that wouldn’t be real, that was a fantasy. Derek would never act like that. That was just my fantasy.

I promised Stiles I wouldn’t get romantically involved with Derek, but it was more painful than I have ever imagined.

I sat in Coach Finstock’s office while the school day went on. Relacing the netting on the crosses that were used in case any of the players broke their own. The repetitive movements were mind numbing so it was probably for the best. I could zone out and not think about Derek.

Tonight was parent teacher conferences for some students who weren’t doing well academically, both Scott and Stiles were a part of that list. But who could blame them? One of them was a werewolf and the other was friends with the aforementioned werewolf. The weeks seemed to run together, it didn’t even feel like autumn yet, but we were halfway to winter.

I had stayed away like I promised. The only times I even heard about Derek was from what Scott told Stiles. They were both planning on finding the alpha and taking him down together. That would be good for him. Good for both of them. I have been feeling so many emotions since then. A lot of anxiety and anger. But they never felt like my own. I sighed and rested my eyes for a minute, the repeated movements slowing my brain down enough to sleep on Coach’s desk.

The man in front of me was badly burned, one side of his face was pink and muddled, much of his hair was burned on that side.

“I need your help.” Derek’s voice echoed, “If you can hear me, I need you to give me a sign. Blink. Raise a finger. Anything. Just… Just something to point me in the right direction, okay?” The man, his Uncle Peter, stayed in the same position.

He sighed, “Someone killed Laura. Your niece, Laura? Whoever he is, he’s an Alpha now… but he’s one without a pack, which means he’s not as strong. I can take him. But, I have to find him first.” Still no response.

“Look, if you know something, just give me a sign. Is it one of us? Did someone else make it out of the fire?”

Still getting no response, he became agitated, “Just give me anything! Blink! Raise a finger! Anything!” He growled, reaching for the man, “SAY SOMETHING”!

“Hey.” I jolted at the sound of Finstock’s voice. He stood in the doorway of his office.

“You alright, kid?” He asked, his eyes went from my face to the crosse that I was aggressively fixing the net on. What was that? Was I… seeing what Derek was seeing? No, that was impossible. Insane even.

“Uh, yeah. I’m fine.” I went back to relacing, tugging the knots taut and reaching for a lighter to burn the ends of the string so they wouldn’t unravel.

“Do I need to kick his ass?” He asked, his large eyes looking a little more crazy than usual. He was trying to seem threatening, but I wasn’t threatened by his booming voice and looks anymore. He was alluding to someone not treating me right but it couldn’t be further from the truth.

I chuckled a little, “No. It’s not his fault. He’s going through a lot right now.” I stood up and placed the crosse in the spare locker with the rest of them, “Besides, I probably shouldn’t be dating considering the last guy I was dating murdered my parents and tried to murder me.” The humor was dark, but what a way to cope.

“Any news on that guy?” He stood up straight, walking to his desk.

“Nope. I think he skipped town. He’s the feds' problem now.”

“Does Stiles want to be a doctor?” He changed the subject, he was looking at a paper in his hand.

“Uh… Not that I know of.” I shrugged.

“Because he wrote a detailed history of male circumcision on his economics test.”

I got out late, well past the time the student teacher meetings were over. Filing records, grading a couple things for Finstock and ordering more pearls for the upcoming games since we were running low. These days really run together, especially when you’re trying to forget most of the year that happens.

Speaking of happening, was I really seeing the same thing Derek could? It didn’t make sense. They were just random dreams. Like the one the other day where Derek was speaking to this woman about how she didn’t kill his sister. That was just a dream. But… Why could I feel sadness? Sadness, guilt and pain.

I got home, seeing that Stiles’ Jeep was nowhere in sight meaning that he was off to do more werewolf nonsense with Scott. I trusted Scott to keep him safe, but that didn’t mean I wanted Stiles running around where there was an alpha on the loose.

That night I made dinner, ate, saved two plates for Uncle Noah and Stiles and sat in the living room. They were running a story on another body that had been found. A bus driver killed in an animal attack. They were calling it a mountain lion. A mountain lion was more likely than a werewolf normally. But here we are. Officially werewolf capital of the world. I turned off the TV and laid back on the cushions, closing my eyes. Maybe a couch nap would relax me a little, it would kill my back in the morning, but I would be able to tell when Stiles came home.

Scott and Stiles were walking towards me across the school lawn, playfully pushing each other.

“I’m gonna kill both of you.” Derek’s voice said, “What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?” He was frustrated and angry, but also a little scared. Finding the alpha is what he needed to do, at the same time though, this person got the jump on Laura.

“Sorry…I didn’t know it would be that loud…” Scott said sheepishly.

“Yeah, it was loud… And it was awesome!” Stiles cheered.

“Shut up.” Derek barked.

“Don’t be such a sour wolf.” Stiles mocked.

“What’d you do with him?” Scott asked, looking around me.

“What?” Derek asked, I turned to see an empty backseat, “I didn’t do anything…” I saw Scott and Stiles’ eyes widen as pain exploded through my back. Blood gushed from my mouth as I was lifted up. I was coughing and choking on my own blood. Pain and fear were running through me, my heart pumping so quickly causing more and more blood to gush from my mouth. The last thing I saw was the world rushing by me as I was thrown towards the school wall.

I woke up before I made impact. My heart was racing and my back ached. I reached behind myself awkwardly. The only thing I felt was the raised bumpy scar from my stab wound. So it was just a dream, but it felt so real. So…Was it real? Did I just experience Derek…

I looked up at the clock and saw it was well into the early morning. I got up and made my way upstairs, Stiles’ door was slightly open and there was still light inside. I just went in, panic already starting to build in my chest. Stiles was sitting at his computer, he turned and looked up. He looked like he had a long night.

“Stiles, is…” I swallowed thickly, “Is Derek d-…Dead?” My lip was trembling. He opened his mouth to answer then closed it. He avoided my eyes.

“I really don’t know.” He explained what happened at the school that night. How the alpha attacked them and chased them around the school and that when they got out, Derek’s body was gone.

“I don’t know if he crawled off somewhere or if the alpha dragged him away before the cops showed up. But I’m pretty sure I won’t have to go back to school until Monday. We tried to blow the alpha up. And we also kinda blamed Derek for it.”

I shook my head and chuckled, “Nice. Throwing a dead man under the bus, after all he’s done for me.”

“It wasn’t my idea!” He shouted in a hushed tone, “We thought he was dead for sure. But now I don’t know. Besides, we couldn’t give up the big secret to a hunter’s daughter, a dick, and Lydia who has been through enough already.” I nodded and left the room. He called after me but I couldn’t be in the room anymore. Just… they could have blamed anyone. A rabid animal even, but they were blaming Derek. I closed the door and leaned against it, slowly sliding down until I met the floor. My chest felt tight and I wanted to cry. I had cried so much lately I didn’t know if I could. My emotions were running so high and it was so confusing? Why was everything so different?

It was Monday morning and tonight was another full moon, meaning Scott was jumpy and could turn at any moment. The night before they had gone off to “hang” but Stiles was really bad at hiding the alcohol he had taken to get drunk with Scott.

I was eating cereal at the kitchen table when Stiles came down. He was groaning and definitely hungover.

“Booze doesn’t pay, does it?” I smiled.

“You’re more chipper than usual.” He grimaced a bit, holding his head.

“Not chipper, just really good at fakin’ it.” I went in for another spoonful. He looked away, hearing Uncle Noah coming through the kitchen on his phone.

“We are watching his family’s house. Maybe he’ll wind up there?” Uncle Noah looked up, seeing Stiles, “Give me a second.”

“Don’t you have a test to get to?” He asked.

“What’s going on? Did you find Derek yet?” Stiles asked, more pep in his voice.

“I’m working on it. You go take your test.” He said firmly.

“All right, Dad, listen to me-” Stiles stood up.

“Go!” He shouted, I had never heard him shout before.

“This is really important! You have to be careful tonight, okay? Especially tonight.”

“Stiles, I’m always careful.”

“Dad, you’ve never dealt with this kind of thing before, okay? At least, not like this.”

“I know. Which is why I brought in people who have. State detective. Go take your test.” Stiles grumbled but grabbed his book bag and left the house. Uncle Noah sighed and went back to his phone call as he followed Stiles out the door.

Later on in the day, Stiles texted me. He probably shouldn’t be, especially with his test.

STILES: Scott had a panic attack about Allison. He said he might kill someone.

I sighed, my thumbs dancing over the phone screen.

(Y/N): Then we’ll chain him up so he can’t get out. I’ll pick up some chains at the hardware store.

After a stop at the hardware store, I got to the lacrosse fields where Coach Finstock was looking over a list.

“How’s the pink-eye epidemic?” I asked. He rolled his eyes.

“Real good, half of my players had to go on the bench. Goddammit, Greenberg.” I looked over the list.

“Who’s Bilinski?” I squinted at his sloppy writing.

“That one.” He pointed his pen towards Stiles.

“You put Stiles on the first line?” I smiled, perhaps my subtle hints had worked.

“Yeah, and we made McCall co-captain.”

I blew air out of my mouth, “I’m sure Jackson shit a brick.”

He shook his head, “Yeah, he’s not taking it well.” I shrugged and made my way over to the bench where Scott and Stiles were in the middle of a conversation. I didn’t join, just listened in.

“Yeah, she likes you. She’s totally into you.” Scott smirked. Stiles grinned, clearly excited. The She in this scenario could be none other than Lydia Martin. But there was something about Scott’s tone that threw me off. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lydia making her way to her seat in the bleachers, pulling out a compact mirror and fixing her lipstick. I didn’t want to believe that Scott would do that to his friend, but the facts were pointing towards it.

Practice seemed to be going well, that is until Scott got pushed over during a practice run. I could practically feel his anger from across the field.

“All right, you’re up, big boy! Let’s go!” Coach called. Scott retaliated this by knocking into another player, and sending him hard on his back. I winced, intaking a breath through my teeth.

“That’s it, McCall! That’s the spirit! You earn it! Earn it, McCall!” Coach grinned. Maybe this is why we had so many players on the bench. Coach could see victory when Scott played. It was Stiles' turn on the offensive against Scott. With the full moon so close, I don’t think their friendship would do Stiles any favors, he shoved Stiles away just as hard and fast as the other player. Each time he got a goal. The next player, Danny, also was a victim of werewolf rage since Scott hit him in the face, sending him to the ground. I grabbed Coach’s whistle and blew it, calling for the play to pause.

I jogged up to Danny and knelt down, some other players surrounded as well.

“Danny, can you hear me?” He nodded slowly, holding his bleeding nose. I stood up, “Take him to the bench guys.” I walked back over to Stiles and Scott.

“Everybody likes Danny. Now everybody’s gonna hate you.”

“I don’t care.” Scott said smugly. Stiles shook his head and went back to the benches.

“What the hell is your problem? You make co-captain and it goes to your head.” I shoved his shoulder. He breathed out, his eyes glowed yellow

“You don’t want to mess with me right now.”

I narrowed my eyes, “Is that a threat?” He smirked, his eyes going up and down my body.

“It could be.” I looked at him in disgust.

“First Lydia and now me? You’re a really shitty friend, Scott.” I made my way back to Stiles who was staring back at the bleachers. Jackson and Lydia were talking.

“He did it.” He whispered. I squeezed his arm lightly. It was going to be a long night.

That night, Stiles and I went to the McCall’s house to get prepared for the full moon. Stiles carried a duffle bag to the best of his ability, even though it had the steel chains and locks I had bought. One of the only reasons I came was so if I needed to I could get him out quickly. The other was because I didn’t know how he would react to the situation with Lydia. Stiles unlocked the door and went inside. Did Mrs. McCall know he had a key?“

Scott?” We heard her call. Mrs. McCall turned the corner and saw us in the hallway. She was in her scrubs, probably going in for a late night shift.

“Stiles.”

“And (Y/N).” I waved.

“Ah.” Her eyes went to Stiles' hand, she pointed, “Key.”

“Oh, yeah, I had one made.” Well, that answers that question.

“That doesn’t surprise me. It scares me, but it doesn’t surprise me” And then, like a buffoon, Stiles dropped the duffel bag with a heavy thud.

“What is that?”

“Uh, school project.” He lied. Mrs. McCall, who either believed the lie or just wanted to change the subject, asked: “He’s okay, right?”

“Who, Scott? Yeah, totally.” Stiles lied.

“He just doesn’t talk to me, not much anymore. Not like he used to.” She said somberly. I could only imagine that’s how my mom felt when I went into high school and into a phase where parents were uncool.

“Well, he had a bit of a rough week.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I get it. Yeah. Um, okay. Uh, be careful tonight.”

“You, too.”

“Full moon.” She looked out the window. Stiles and I stiffened.

“What?”

“There’s a full moon tonight. You should see how the ER gets. Brings out all the nutjobs.”

“Oh.” He breathed out, both of our shoulders dropped.

“Yeah…” She said awkwardly.

“Right…”

“You know, it’s, um, actually where they came up with the word "lunatic.”

We opened the door to Scott’s room. Stiles dropped the duffel and turned on the lights. We both jumped when we saw Scott sitting in his computer chair.

“Oh my god.” I put a hand on my chest, trying to catch my breath.

“Dude, you scared the hell out of us. Your mom said you weren’t home.”

“I came in through the window.” he said blankly. Stiles and I shared a glance.

“Okay, um, let’s get this set up.” Stiles bent down to get into the duffel bag that was near the radiator, “(Y/N) got the heavy duty stuff.” I kept my distance from Scott, staying right by the door, ready to grab Stiles and book it.

“I’m fine,” Scott said, causing us both to stare, “I’m just gonna lock the door and turn in early.” We all knew a door wouldn’t stop him, he had other plans in mind.

“Are you sure?” Stiles asked, “Cause you got this kinda serial killer look goin’ on in your eyes. I’m hopin’ it’s the full moon taking effect cause it’s starting to freak me out.”

“I’m fine.” Scott repeated, “You should both go home.”

“Alright, we’ll leave.” He stood up then stopped, clearly trying to put his back up plan into motion, ‘Well would you at least look in the bag and see what we bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don’t.”

“Just in case you’re feeling a little anxious.” I smiled. Scott got up and walked to the duffel bag. He bent down and pulled out the thick, metal chains.

“You’re thinking I would put these on? Chain me up like a dog?” He snarled and dropped the chains.

“Actually, no.” Stiles quickly pulled out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and slapped him on Scott’s wrist, chaining him to the heater. I grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him away when Scott lunged.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Scott growled.

“Protecting you from yourself.” Stiles sighed and glared, “And giving you payback. For making out with Lydia.” And there it was. Maybe I should have checked the bag for other items he bought. He went downstairs, leaving me and Scott in the bedroom.

“(Y/N), uncuff me!” He struggled.

I shook my head, “Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t. I don’t have the key.”

He lunged and growled, causing me to jump. I looked away, embarrassed that I was showing him that I was afraid. But I was afraid. I’ve known this kid practically his entire life and he was turning into a completely different and dangerous person.

“You like that? Hmm?” He hummed suggestively. I shook my head, talking to him was probably going to just make things worse. Thankfully, Stiles had come back…with a dog bowl.

“I brought you some water.” He said, pouring water from a bottle into the bowl and setting it down in front of Scott.

“I’M GONNA KILL YOU” Scott roared and threw the bowl at Stiles.

“Stiles…” I whispered. The situation was getting dangerous.

“You kissed her, Scott! Okay? You kissed Lydia. And that’s my…The one girl that I have-'' Stiles shook his head, “You know, for the past three hours, I’ve been thinking it’s probably just the full moon, you know? He doesn’t even know what he’s doing and tomorrow he’ll be back to normal. He probably won’t even remember what a complete dumbass he’s been. A son of a bitch. A frickin’ unbelievable piece of crap friend.”

“She kissed me.” Scott interrupted.

“What?” Stiles looked so betrayed.

Scott grinned menacingly, “I didn’t kiss her, she kissed me.” Stiles glared and walked out of the room, I followed behind.

“She had her hands all over me, she would have done anything I wanted! ANYTHING!” Scott’s voice rang through the house. Stiles paced back and forth outside the door.

“Stiles?” Scott called through the door, “Please let me out. It’s the full moon, I swear! You know I wouldn’t do any of this on purpose. Stiles, let me out. This is starting to hurt. You said it, Stiles, it’s the full moon. It’s Allison breaking up with me. It’s not just a break, she broke up with me. It’s killing me! I’m feeling hopeless. Just let me out.” Stiles paused, looking towards the door. I looked him in the eye, shaking my head.

“He’s just trying to make you feel bad.”

Stiles nodded, “I can’t.” He called.

“No! No no no!” Scott shouted, followed by screaming. And then silence. Stiles opened the door, Scott was gone. Only broken handcuffs remained. I grabbed a set of chains and started going downstairs.

“Stiles, stay here.”

“(Y/N)!” He called, grabbing my arm before I went out the door.

“Stay put.” I glared, shutting the door behind me. Scott was a sweet kid normally. But if I needed to keep Stiles safe and if that meant knocking out a couple of his teeth then I would. I went around back to his window and followed the path of broken grass into the woods. I gripped onto the chains tightly, ready to swing if I needed to. My plan had been to knock him out and chain him to a tree. Not sure how well that would work though.

I stopped in a clearing, having lost the trail. Behind me a twig snapped. I’ve always been an act first, ask questions later in these situations. I swung the chain, cracking Scott across the face. My eyes widened at the state of him. Like Derek, he had coarse hair growing down his cheeks, the bridge of his nose was scrunched up and appeared more animal like, his brow bone protruded. His jawline though? Still weird.

Scott’s head had swung to the side with the chain, he looked back slowly, and glared as he spit blood onto the ground. The scrape on his cheek healed almost immediately.

Ha ha, I’m in danger.

“Scott.” I said cautiously, taking a slow step back, “You know me. I’m your friend.” He wasn’t moving closer, but he also hadn’t stopped looking at me with his glowing yellow eyes like I was food.

“So, uh, you blow off your steam. Do some running, clear your head, that good stuff. And I will see you tomorrow. Okay?” I smiled nervously, he didn’t answer, “Okay.” Now it was time to run since I had gotten myself a decent head start. I turned and ran, hearing a roar and footsteps behind me. I threw the chains back over my head, hoping to trip him or hit him in the head. That didn’t seem to do much since he didn’t slow down.

All at once I was body slammed to the ground and turned on my back. Scott was sitting on top of me, leaning down he roared loudly in my face. His large pointed canines shone in the moonlight.

I screamed, shoving and kicking at him, “SCOTT! SCOTT PLEASE!” He thrusted a clawed hand down towards my chest that I barely caught. He seemed slightly confused, but pushed down. I whined, using everything I had keeping his sharp claws from my chest. I couldn’t even breathe.

“Scott, please don’t hurt me.” I begged through my teeth. He roared again, raising his other arm to strike when something flashed across my vision. Whatever it was, it knocked Scott off of me. I gasped for air, my lungs and muscles were screaming at me. The two began to fight, growling and snarling. I sat up, scrambling to get out of the direction of the brawl. I couldn’t see much in the dark since the clouds had covered the moon, but whoever it was got Scott on the ground, roaring down at him. The other stood up straight just as the moon’s light peaked through. And there stood Derek Hale - tall, proud, and very much alive.

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