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The Witching Hour: A Teen Wolf Rewrite

Hi! My name is AJ and I am an aspiring writer. This is my first ever work on this site, and one of my first ever written pieces, so please be kind! I always want to improve my writing and story so suggestions will be considered! :) I also don't know how to tag this properly, so if any are incorrect or if I should add more, let me know!! I will try to keep updates consistent, but I am a senior in high school, so please be patient! This work is just for fun and is just a silly little project I'm doing for my enjoyment, so if you don't like it, don't read it! I'm going to be dividing each episode into 2-3 parts, and I will be ATTEMPTING to go through the entire series and the movie. There will be multiple love interests that feature different tropes, etc. NOT BETA READ OR PERFECT BY ANY MEANS!!

I do not own Teen Wolf or any Teen Wolf properties, this is merely for fun, all characters from Teen Wolf belong to like Jeff Davis or the creators of the show thx bye

This work will be mostly canon-compliant and include many scenes from the show. However, some scenes will be cut, due to their lack of relevance to Anni. Direct quotes from the show will be used as this is a rewrite. Some stuff is also from the official transcript. Some time differences will change for the sake of the protagonist. For the sake of storytelling, Beacon Hills High is 8th-12th grade. Also, Lydia's involvement with the story and the characters (namely Stiles) will be altered to allow Anni to be involved. Don't worry she's still in! She will just be a minor/recurring character instead of a main one. My face claim for Anni is Samantha Logan (once she gets older), except she has green eyes. Now, without further ado, my Teen Wolf Rewrite!

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Season 1 Episode 1 (Part 1): Wolf Moon

Anni was going to scream. The short-tempered girl was currently trying to get her much needed beauty rest, but all she could hear was her brother’s stupid loud ass rock music. God, could these walls be any thinner? Anni thought, rubbing her eyes and shoving her face into her pillow. The song suddenly dissolved into a drum solo and Anni threw the pillow across her room in frustration, groaning loudly. Just as she was about to grace her darling brother with her fuming presence, the music stopped. Anni waits for a tick, standing next to her door frame, prepared for it to start again. Two minutes pass, and no sound is heard from Scott’s room. She lets out a relieved sigh and jumps headfirst back into her bed. Tucking herself under the blanket, she snuggles into her pillow, her eyes falling shut as she falls into unconsciousness…and then she hears the screams of two idiot teenage boys.

“God fucking dammit, Scott!” She screams, once again, tossing her poor pillow across the room. Stomping out of her room and down the stairs, she walks out onto her porch and sees her brother dearest and his partner in crime.

“Can you be a little mindful of others, for once, Scott? Maybe don’t blast your shitty ass rock music at 11 PM for ALL OTHER MEMBERS OF THIS HOUSEHOLD TO HEAR ?! Especially those whose room is right next to yours, and have extremely thin walls!” Anni growls in frustration, and then turns on Stiles who is still hanging upside down from the trellis, “And you…! This is not your house, Stiles. Why are you here?”

Scott opens his mouth to bite back at his little sister and defend his questionable music taste, but Stiles beats him to it.

“Look, I know it’s late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called-they’re bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police.”

Scott frowns, “For what?”

Stiles, looking way too excited for what he’s about to announce, reaches up to pull himself free of the trellis, landing on his feet in front of the McCall siblings.

“Two joggers found a body in the woods,” Stiles states, barely containing his glee.

Anni’s eyes widened in surprise, her mouth falling open slightly. Nothing ever happens in Beacon Hills. The last “major” crime that happened was some gas station getting robbed of 37 bags of flamin’ hot Cheetos two years ago. Scott continued to look confused.

“Wait, seriously?” Anni said as Scott asked, “What, a dead body?”

Anni rolled her eyes at her older brother’s stupidity, as Stiles reached up and leaned on the railing to look at Scott at eye level with a sarcastic expression.

“No, a body of water, Scott. Yes, dumbass, a dead body!” Stiles exclaimed as Scott looked a bit unnerved about this news while Stiles climbs over the railing to get onto the porch.

“Thank God I’m adopted,” Anni mumbles, as Scott shoots her a glare, and Stiles snorts.

Scott turns back to Stiles, his grip tightening on the baseball bat in his hand.

“You mean, like, murdered?” Scott said as Anni leaned against the porch railing next to him.

“Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.”

“Hold on,” Anni began, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow, “If they found the body, then what are they looking for?”

Scott nods in agreement with his sister and looks back at Stiles who breaks into a grin.

“That’s the best part-they only found half.”

Anni pushes herself off the rail of the porch, standing up straight, her mind racing. No way she’ll be going to sleep now.

Scott still looks hesitant, but Stiles says, “We’re going,” in a tone that makes it clear that Scott doesn’t have a say in what happens next.

The two boys rush off the porch, heading in the direction of Stiles’ Jeep, about to climb into the car. Anni rushes after them, grabbing Scott’s arm.

“Wait! I’ll come too,” she says, trying to match the tone of finality Stiles had used with Scott before, to convince them to let her go.

“No,” both boys said immediately, without even a second thought or a glance at Anni.

Anni scoffs, grabbing onto the open window on the passenger side of the Jeep.

“Why not?! I wanna see the dead body too, ya know! You guys never let me come!” she huffs, examining how big the passenger window was and if she was fast enough to crawl into it without Scott throwing her out.

“It’s way too dangerous,” Stiles said, starting up the car, “And besides, you’re a little too young for this kind of action. You’re only 14.” Scott nods in agreement, attempting to pry Anni’s fingers off the open window.

“You guys are only two years older than me! And what kind of protection do you guys have that I don’t?! If there’s a murderer out there, you guys will get just as murdered as me!”

“Nuh-uh,” said Stiles, in a very mature way.

“Yuh-huh,” responded Anni, equally as mature.

The two went back and forth for a while, until Scott said, “Okay, that’s enough! Anni, you’re not coming! I’m not letting you go out into the woods in the middle of the night to hunt for a corpse. Pretty sure I would win Worst Big Brother of the Year if I did that.”

Anni huffed, clenching her hands into fists.

“Fine! If you won’t let me come then I’ll…I’ll tell Mom!”

Scott narrowed his eyes at Anni, looking her up and down.

“You wouldn’t.”

Anni attempts to hold his glare but loses the battle after a moment.

“Okay, fine, yeah, I won’t, but you guys suck!” Anni sighs, cursing herself for not being snitch.

Scott grins at Anni, patting her on the head, which she swats away.

“We’ll be back later tonight, or tomorrow morning. Go sleep!”

Anni shoots a withering glare at her brother and Stiles and says, “I hope you guys get lost in the woods and die.”

“Aw, America’s sweetheart, aren't you?” Stiles says sarcastically, pulling out of the driveway, as Scott laughs.

Anni flips him off, and stomps inside, closing the door behind her. She watches as the Jeep peels out of the driveway and drives down the street, making a left at the end of the road.

She sighs, bringing her hand up to run through her curls, and begins to walk up the stairs to her room. She enters, shuts the door, and then collapses on her bed. She stares at the ceiling for a moment, before rolling onto her side and facing the wall. Anni shuts her eyes, trying to fall asleep. Just as she is about to lose consciousness, her eyes fly open and begin to glow bright emerald green. Flashing images fill her vision. Stiles’ Jeep, Sheriff Stiliniski, Scott lying on the forest ground, flashlights, and what looks like a wolf, but…almost humanoid? Suddenly, the visions stop. Her eyes return to their normal shade of sage green, and Anni immediately reaches up to rub her eyes. What the actual fuck. Anni glances around her room for a few moments and then looks at the clock on her nightstand. Midnight it reads. I must be more sleep-deprived than I thought, Anni thinks. She lays back down, shutting her eyes. Alright, maybe 3rd time’s the charm. She takes a deep breath and lets the land of dreams take her for the night.

..

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep-!

Anni groans and swings her arm in the general direction of her bedside table until she hits the snooze button on her alarm clock. Without opening her eyes, she stretches and groans even louder. She sucks in a deep breath and sits up on her bed. She rubs the sleep out of her eyes sliding out of bed, and stumbles her way to the bathroom. Turning on the light, she faces the mirror, observing her morning reflection. Her curls were flying every which way, her under-eyes darkened with eye-bags, and sniff may need a shower. Anni glances at the clock on the wall, checking how much time she has before she needs to dash out the door. It reads 6:40. 20 minutes, Anni thought, okay, I can take a quick shower.

Anni quickly undresses, grabs her loofah, and all her hair products, and hops in the shower. She finishes quickly, drying off, and plugs in her diffuser. She teases her curls, letting them stay down, rather than do any intricate hairstyle. She squeezes the last of her toothpaste on her toothbrush, making a mental note to tell Scott to get more, and begins to brush. She peeks at the clock, the time being 6:55. She spits, puts her toothbrush back, and runs downstairs.

Anni rushes to the kitchen, looking for something to eat quickly. She opens the fridge and finds nothing, going to close the door until she sees something metal on the fridge door. She picks it up and sees that it’s Scott’s house keys. Rolling her eyes, she puts them in her pocket, opens the cabinet to grab a pop tart and scarf it down.

“SCOOOOOOTTT!” Anni yells, her mouth full of pop-tart, “LET’S GO WE’RE GONNA BE LATE!”

As Anni tugs her Docs on, Scott comes rushing down the stairs, tugging his shirt over his head. He grabs his bag and looks around wildly for his keys.

Anni turns, “Looking for your keys? I got them, let’s go,” and turns to open and walk out the door.

“I told you to stop touching my shit, Anni!” Scott grumbles, following after her and shutting the door behind him.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you wanted your keys cool, sire,” Anni says sarcastically, tossing the keys to Scott, who catches them at the last second.

“What are you talking about?” Scott asks, as the two walk to the side of the house to grab their bikes.

“You left your keys in the fridge from…whenever you came back,” Anni said, squinting at her brother suspiciously.

Scott blinked, “I did…? I didn’t even… never mind. Thanks, I guess.” He grabbed his bike handles, and began walking it to the pavement.

Anni furrowed her brows and grabbed her bike and did the same. As Scott was about to start pedaling, Anni put a hand on his arm to stop him.

“Okay, what’s your problem? What happened last night? Why are you so out of it?” she asked, stepping in front of his bike.

Scott shook his head, “Nothing. Nothing happened. I just got lost, that’s all.”

“‘I just got lost’? As in you were alone? Stiles left you?” Anni frowned, trying to meet Scott’s shifty eyes. “Hey, look at me! Tell me the truth. What the fuck is going on with you?!”

Scott swallowed and lifted his shirt, showing the white bandage covering the bite mark he received the previous night. “Stiles didn’t mean to leave me,” he said, “He got caught by his Dad and didn’t rat me out, so I just started to head home. But, I got lost, and then these deer ran out, and I fell, and something bit me, and…I don’t know. I’m just tired. And I feel weird.”

Anni’s face twisted in concern as she peered down at the bite mark, experimentally poking it. Scott hissed and slapped her hand away. “Sorry,” Anni said sheepishly, “Maybe you should get it checked out. What if you, like, got rabies or some shit?”

“Rabies?” Scott questioned, “I would be foaming at the mouth by now.”

“Well, I don’t know, man! I’m not a doctor! Maybe ask Deaton about it or something.”

“Deaton? My boss Deaton? He’s a vet, Anni. I’m not a dog!”

Anni smirked, “Could’ve fooled me. You sure do act like one. And smell like one too,” she said, playfully holding her nose, “Ugh! Take a shower or something, dude!”

Scott rolled his eyes, and shoved Anni to the side, beginning to pedal down the road. “Thanks for the two seconds of genuine concern,” he said sarcastically, “It was almost touching.”

Anni hopped on her bike and began following him as they started down towards their school.

“Hey! I’m still pissed at you, you know! I hate when you leave me out when you go off to do cool things! I like dead bodies too!” Anni huffs, glaring at her brother biking next to her.

“Oh, great, Stiles has finally rubbed off on you. Glad you like corpses, NiNi,” he grumbles, “And, oh, I’m sorry, did you want to get bitten by some freak animal in the woods? My bad, next time I’ll make sure you get that opportunity,” Scott says dryly.

The two continue bickering as they enter the school parking lot and leave their bikes at the bike rack. Scott takes his helmet off, and is about to argue back to Anni, when he’s hit with a car door from behind, stumbling forward slightly. He looks behind him, frowning, to see Jackson Whittemore in all his asshole glory. Anni peeks out from behind Scott to see who it is and rolls her eyes once she takes in the silver Porsche. She takes her helmet off, and rests it on her handlebars, stepping onto the sidewalk. Jackson steps out of his car, eyeing Scott, and slams his car door shut.

“Dude! Watch the paint job,” he says, shoulder-checking Scott, who sports an expression of bewilderment. Jackson looks to the right, and spots Anni. He looks her up and down and smirks, licking his lips. “Hey mini McCall,” he says, sauntering over to her, “How was your summer?” He grins and throws an arm around her shoulders.

Anni’s face morphs into disgust and pushes Jackson’s arm off of her. Scott steps forward, moving to defend his sister, but Anni puts her hand up to stop him, wanting to deal with it herself.

“It was much better before you got here,” Anni said dryly, shoulder-checking Jackson as she walked closer to the school entrance. Jackson quickly followed, glaring at Scott as he passed him, stepping in front of Anni, and forcing her to stop.

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that, babe,” he drawled, “You know I was just joking around with Scotty over there. A little friendly fire between teammates. Nothing to worry your pretty, little head about.” He smirked and patted her head. “C’mon, you doing anything after school today? I’ll take you for a ride, and then maybe…you could ride something else, huh?” he grinned.

Anni fixed Jackson with a glare that could kill God, while Scott looked straight-up murderous. “You’re disgusting,” Anni hissed, batting his hands away from her, “You’re an asshole and I’m not interested. Oh, wait, sorry. Do I need to dumb that down for you? I’ll spell it out for you,” she smirked, “N-O-T I-N-T-E-R-E-S-”

Cutting her off, Jackson huffed, “Fine. Be a bitch, what do I care? You just lost your chance.” He goes to say something else, but he’s called by one of his friends and stalks off.

Anni faces Scott again, and shivers in disgust. “God, I hate that guy!” she says, “I’ve never met someone as entitled as he is. It’s a talent.”

Scott nods in agreement, slinging his arm around his sister’s shoulders and walking them both toward Stiles. “You okay, though? Glad you handled it yourself, but I could’ve stepped in.”

“Yeah, I’m good. I just wanna move on at this point,” Anni says as the siblings approach Stiles, who is standing under a tree waiting for them. Scott nods, and Stiles walks his way over to them.

“Okay, let’s see this thing,” Stiles says, as Scott pulls up his shirt to show Stiles the bite mark which is covered in gauze and tape that has a small amount of blood leaking through. “Ooh,” he says, making a face, as he pokes the bandage.

“Woah!” Scott exclaims, flinching at his touch, “What is it with you two poking my wounds?”

“Wait,” Anni said, narrowing her gaze at the boys, “You told Stiles about what happened and not me? You just lent this information out to him, and I had to practically drag it out of you this morning!” Anni snaps, crossing her arms over her chest.

The two boys look at each other sheepishly, feeling slightly bad. Scott rubs his hand over his neck and says, “Well…I told him last night. And…you were asleep. So…”

Anni rolled her eyes at his shitty excuses and deep breathed. “Whatever, let’s just drop it. But, going forward, you need to tell me shit like this okay? Mom would kill me if I knew that you snuck out and you ended up with rabies.”

“Okay, for the last time, I don’t have rabies! And if I did happen to have it, I’d be thrilled to learn that your only concern would be getting grounded,” he snapped back, “Anyway, it was too dark to see much, but I’m pretty sure it was a wolf.”

Anni raised her brows, recalling the strange incident that happened the other night. The wolf…Scott alone in the forest…him falling…could it be…real? No. No, it can’t be. That’s impossible. It was probably her worry about her brother infecting her dreams or something…but she wasn’t exactly asleep then, was she? A scoff interrupted her thought, as she snapped her head up to Stiles who was looking at Scott in disbelief.

“A wolf bit you?” Stiles said incredulously.

“Uh-huh,” Scott said, raising an eyebrow at his friend’s strange reaction.

Stiles shakes his head and gives him a look that says he thinks Scott is being dense. Scott knows this look well, as he receives it frequently from both Stiles and his sister.

“No, not a chance,” Stiles said matter-of-factly.

“I heard a wolf howling,” Scott said confused.

“No, you didn’t,” Stiles scoffed, shaking his head. The trio started walking closer to the school entrance, as the bell was going to ring soon.

“What do you mean, ‘No, I didn’t?’ How do you know what I heard?” Scott said, frustrated.

“Because California doesn’t have wolves, okay? Not in, like, sixty years.”

The trio stop on the staircase as Scott and Stiles begin bickering again and Anni thinks about this new information. I guess if there are no wolves then…there’s no way what I saw could be true, right? I was probably just really, really sleep-deprived. Anni blinks out of her thoughts and focuses on the two boys in front of her.

“Well, if you don’t believe me about the wolf, then you’re definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body,” Scott said, grinning at his best friend and sister.

Both Anni and Stiles jolt at this, whipping to face each other and exchanging a look in excitement. They both grab onto Scott’s arms, shaking him energetically.

“You-are you kidding me?” Stiles asked enthusiastically.

“No, man, I wish. I’m gonna have nightmares for a month.”

“Oh, god, that is freakin’ awesome! I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that’s happened to this town since-” Stiles cuts himself off, as the Queen Bee Lydia Martin walks towards the trio. “-Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look-” Stiles once again cuts himself off as Lydia walks right past Stiles, completely oblivious to the fact that he is talking to her. “-Like you’re gonna ignore me…”

Anni and Scott attempt to hold in their laughter as their friend shoots and completely misses. “Someone should tell that girl that her boyfriend is flirting with other girls openly,” Anni said, exchanging a look with Scott.

Stiles whips around, grabbing Anni by the shoulders. “What? How do you know Jackson’s trying to cheat on Lydia?” he says as he slightly shakes Anni by her shoulders.

Anni lightly shoves Stiles’ hands off her shoulders with an amused expression on her face. “Uh, because he just tried to flirt with me,” Anni says matter-of-factly, “I obviously shot him down because he’s a disgusting pig, so I just feel bad for Lydia for having to put up with it. She could get any guy in the school, but for some reason, she chooses fucking Jackson Whittemore.”

Scott nods in agreement, but Stiles is left staring at Anni with his mouth agape. “Wait…Jackson Whittemore flirted with…you?” he asks incredulously.

“Um, yeah?” Anni said, confused at Stiles’ change in tone.

Stiles makes a face like he was physically hurt by Jackson’s actions. Anni continues to look confused at his reaction, as it seems to be more directed towards her than Lydia. She glances over at Scott who doesn’t seem to look confused at all. In fact, he looks like he knows something the other two don’t know at all… Anni opens her mouth to comment, but the bell rings and cuts her off. Stiles shakes his head like he was in a daze, and then looks toward Scott.

“You’re the cause of this, you know,” Stiles says to Scott, narrowing his eyes at him. The boy in question just rolls his eyes and begins leading his friend and sister into the building.

“Uh-huh,” Scott says, already beginning to tune Stiles out.

“Draggin’ me down to your nerd depths. I’m a nerd by association. I’ve been Scarlet-nerded by you,” Stiles says, almost walking into a pole.

Anni snorts and tugs Stiles away from the evil pole. The trio stops as they enter the building, each of them taking out their schedules. Scott and Stiles have English together first, while Anni has Algebra first.

“I’ll see you two later. I’ll be in the bleachers at your practice. Try not to eat shit!” Anni waves as she leaves, grinning at the two boys, who roll their eyes at her and leave for their class.

..

The lacrosse team has gathered on the lacrosse field, where the players are warming up by passing the ball back and forth as other students congregate in the bleachers to watch the team play. Anni climbs up to the middle of the bleachers, sitting in front of Lydia and a brown-haired girl. She places her bag down to take out her notebook and begins doing some homework. Lydia and the unknown girl chat quietly behind her.

Anni looks up briefly to survey the practice in front of her and notices Scott as the goalie. A smirk crosses her face and she shuts her notebook. Scott’s never played goalie. This will be fun to watch, she thought. She takes her phone out of her pocket and gets ready to record some grade-A blackmail material.

Anni looks to the line of players to see who’s up first. Noticing that it’s Jackson, Anni groans and shuts off her phone, too annoyed by him to even record. Behind her, she hears Lydia and the girl talk about Scott.

“Who is that?” the brown-haired girl asks, looking at her friend.

“Him? I’m not sure who he is. Why?” Lydia responds, twirling her hair around her finger disinterested.

Anni turns around to face the two and looks up at the girl with the brown hair. “He’s Scott,” she says, “He’s my brother. Scott McCall.”

The girl blushes at being heard, while Lydia is seemingly distracted with her nails. “Oh, sorry, I wasn’t talking bad about him, or anything,” the girl says, “I’m just new here. Trying to make some friends. He’s in my English class.”

Anni nods and smiles at the girl, “Cool. I’m Anni. Or, technically Anathema, but nobody calls me that.” She grins and reaches her hand up for the girl to shake.

The girl smiles back and shakes her hand, introducing herself, “I’m Allison. Everyone just calls me…Allison,” she says with a small smirk. Anni laughs and Allison grins. Anni moves up next to her and nudges her shoulder.

“I think they’re starting,” Anni says, jutting her chin in the direction of the field. Both girls turn to face the practice, watching the players with keen eyes. The assistant coach blows the whistle, and Jackson scoops up the ball with his crosse, preparing to throw it at the goal (or more like right into Scott.) Anni looks over at the goalie’s net and sees Scott having some sort of fit and covering his ears. She narrows her eyes in confusion making a move to stand up, but Jackson throws the first ball, hitting Scott right on his helmet. He falls back from the impact.

“Oooh…” Allison and Anni grimace, looking down at Scott in concern.

“Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!” Jackson calls out, smirking as he walks to the back of the line. Anni rolls her eyes and flips Jackson off when he makes eye contact with her. Lydia huffs at this, fixing Anni with a glare that the girl willfully ignores. Anni reverts her vision to the main field as Scott stands up with a determined look on his face.

The next player tosses the ball towards him, and Scott catches it easily, to the point where he’s visibly stunned that he was able to do so. This sentiment is shared by the rest of his teammates, including Stiles, and his sister. Stiles lets out a little “Yeah!” and Anni whoops and claps. The second, third, fourth, and fifth shots are caught by Scott just as easily. Coach stares down at Scott with his mouth hanging wide open, unable to believe his eyes. Anni grins, clapping for her brother once more. Allison sends a small smile to Scott with a nod of her head, and even Lydia seems impressed by his skill.

“He seems like he’s pretty good,” Allison said, watching Scott intently.

“Yeah, very good,” Lydia responded truthfully, dropping her mean-girl act for a moment.

Anni grins at the two girl’s discussion, looking away from them and making eye contact with Scott. She mouths ‘nice one’, making him blush slightly, looking over at the two girls fawning over him. Scott is practically giddy as he bounces on the balls of his feet and smiles, which only makes Jackson more angry. Intent to take Scott down a peg so that he's back in the spotlight, he slams the top of his stick against the player who was set to practice his goals and ditches him in line. Scott tenses when he sees this and prepares for the worst.

“Oh, God…” Scott murmurs, tightening his hold on his stick nervously.

Jackson runs as fast as he can toward the goal and tosses the ball with all the force he can muster, but to Scott, the ball seems to be moving in slow motion, allowing him to catch it without hesitation. Anni, Stiles, and Lydia all jump up cheering for Scott.

“YEAHHHH!!” exclaimed Anni, clapping her hands and jumping up and down.

“WOOOO!” Lydia screamed, sparing a smug glance at Jackson, before continuing to cheer on Scott.

“THAT’S MY FRIEND!!!” Stiles screams, hopping around and waving his hands around.

Allison watches Scott with interest as he throws a back-shot at the assistant coach, who just barely catches it with his stick.

..

After practice, Stiles, Scott, and Anni return to the woods to attempt to find the top half of the body Scott had found the night before as well as the inhaler he dropped in the process. The trio are talking about the day’s practice as their feet get wet in the mud.

“I-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things,” Scott said, ducking under a low-hanging branch, his tone concerned.

“Smell things? Like what?” Anni questioned, hopping over a deep puddle.

“Like the watermelon gum you have in your pocket.”

Anni makes a face as though she thinks Scott is crazy as she pats her back pockets. “I don’t even have any watermelon-” Anni cuts herself off as she pulls out a single piece of folded-up watermelon gum, just as Scott sensed. Scott raises both of his arms in an “I-Told-You-So” gesture.

Anni examines the piece of gum for a moment, before offering it to Stiles. He makes a face, “Ugh. How long has that been in your pocket?” Anni shrugs, waving it around again as a final offer. Stiles analyzes it for another second before shrugging his shoulders and sighing, accepting the piece. He unwraps it, shoving the piece in his mouth, and begins to obnoxiously chew.

“So all this started with the bite?” Stiles asked, making smacking noises with his mouth as he chewed the gum. Scott winced at the noises, almost like they were deafening to him. This seemed to go unnoticed by Stiles, but Anni cocked her head in confusion at his actions.

“What if it’s like an infection? Like, my body’s flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?” Scott questioned nervously, running a hand through his hair.

“Pretty sure it doesn’t last a whole day, Scott,” Anni said dryly, looking at the forest floor closely in an attempt to find the missing inhaler.

Stiles gets a small smirk on his face before trying to make himself look as serious as possible, which Scott, who is walking in front of him, doesn't catch. “You know what? I actually think I’ve heard of this-it’s a specific type of infection.” Scott whips around, his eyes widening with concern. Anni rolled her eyes, knowing Stiles wasn’t being serious and sick of his antics.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, Yeah, I think it’s called lycanthropy.”

Scott, still not realizing that Stiles is messing with him, starts to panic. “What’s that? Is that bad?”

Stiles nods seriously, “Oh, yeah, it’s the worst. But only once a month.” Anni snorts at this, sneaking a glance at Stiles who sends a playful wink in her direction. Scott, too deep in his paranoia, doesn’t catch this.

“Once a month?” Scott asks, running through all the possible diseases his mother taught him about in his head.

“Mm-hmm. On the night of the full moon. Aroooo!” Stiles howls, as Anni bursts into laughter at the sight of Scott’s red and furious face. Scott shoves them both away, causing the two to laugh harder at his embarrassment.

“Hey, you’re the one who heard a wolf howling!” Anni called after him, as she and Stiles struggled to keep up with his pace.

Scott whipped around and leaned down to get into his little sister’s face, “Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me!”

From above Anni’s head, Stiles says, “I know! You’re a Werewolf! Rawrrrr!!” Scott is not impressed by this joke, and Stiles’ demeanor becomes serious. “Okay, obviously I’m kidding. But, if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it’s ‘cause Friday’s a full moon.”

Scott suddenly stops in his place, causing Anni to slam into him from behind. He doesn’t budge, and Anni reaches up to grip her nose, frowning in pain.

“No, I-I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler…” Scott looked around, peering behind trees and into the surrounding bushes.

“Maybe the killer moved the body?” Anni suggested, watching Scott scour around.

“If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are, like, eighty bucks.”

The trio is still looking around when suddenly, a man in his early twenties with pale skin, black hair, a black leather jacket, and a scowl appears in front of them.

“What are you doing here?” the man asks the trio gruffly, causing all three of them to jump back in surprise. The three of them visibly panicked, struggling to put together a response. Scott and Stiles subtly move in front of Anni, getting in between her and the strange man.

“Huh? This is private property,” the man growls, stepping forward, causing the trio to all take a step back.

“Uh, sorry, man, we didn’t know,” Stiles said as Anni and Scott nodded in agreement.

The man’s attention is focused on Scott, who picks up where Stiles left off to try and relieve the tension, “Yeah, we were just looking for something, but…” Scott was about to continue when the man glared at him, after which point Scott lost his nerve and dropped the subject, “Uh, forget it.”

Suddenly, the man tosses Scott's inhaler at him before turning and heading back the way he came without a word, giving Scott one last look and seemingly paying Stiles no attention whatsoever. Scott sighs and gets ready to turn back in the opposite direction. Anni hesitates a moment watching as the man walks off. He pauses and looks over his shoulder at Anni. The two make eye contact, and Anni’s brows furrow in confusion at the familiarity of his eyes. Before she can think much more about it, the man turns around and stalks off. Anni returns her attention to her brother and Stiles.

“Um…All right, come on. I gotta get to work,” Scott says, leading the trio back the way they came.

Stiles yanks Anni by the arm as he catches up to Scott, bouncing in excitement, “Dude, that was Derek Hale!” Scott looks at Stiles blankly, and Stiles’ expression becomes incredulous. “You remember, right? He’s only like a few years older than us.”

Scott frowns, “Remember what?”

“His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago,” Anni stated, rubbing her arm where Stiles had grabbed her. Scott looked both intrigued and concerned by this news.

“I wonder what he’s doing back…” he mused.

“Come on,” Stiles scoffed, grabbing his friends and walking them back to his Jeep. Scott, still looking toward where Derek headed out, slowly followed him.

..

Later that night, Anni was up late finishing up her homework at her desk. Her chin rested in the palm of her left hand, her right hand fiddling with the pencil she held between her fingers. She yawned, turning on her phone to check the time. Her clock read 10:43 PM. It’s late, she thought, I should head to bed. Don’t wanna have my weird sleep-deprivation visions again. Anni closed her textbook and grabbed her phone charger from her desk. She plugged her phone into the outlet by her nightstand, then stood up to go change and brush her teeth in the bathroom.

As she walked back into her room, she flicked off the light switch and crawled into bed, closing her eyes. Please, please, please let me go to sleep in peace. As she slowly drifted from the land of the awake, a bright light invaded her vision. Shit, no, no, NO, NO! Her eyes flew open, irises glowing an emerald green. Images flashed in her mind…a car with bright headlights…a high-pitched scream…banging on a glass door…a whimpering dog…a large wolf…and then, the visions faded. Her eyes returned to their normal color, as she caught her breath. What the fuck. What the actual fuck.

This is insane. This is the second time now, this can’t be a coincidence. Aaaarrrgh! Anni rubbed her eyes furiously and flopped back onto her bed. She stared at the cracks in her ceiling, debating what to do. I could call Mom…she’s a nurse, maybe she could help me? Or maybe she’d just send me to a shrink and they’d lock me up in the looney bin…Ugh. Anni thought of her other options: I could tell Scott? Or maybe even Stiles? I mean, Scott already thinks he’s a werewolf so…this can’t be too weird, right?

Anni sighed, closing her eyes and rolling onto her side. She attempts to think of more ideas, but she slowly begins to fall into a deep slumber…

[greer2301]

If anyone asks me how often I cum to NickatniteX… I’ll lie, god he’s so good.

[em-ontv]

Hit and fall.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

Summary: Stiles has been pining after you for years now, and this was his chance to woo you, at a lacrosse game, but nothing ever really goes his way, does it?

Content: no use of y/n, Stiles being clumsy and messing up, he's kind of down bad

Author's note: I cannot believe I haven't written anything for him yet, he's so UGH, the single best thing in the show. Not proof-read, English is not my first language, mistakes should be present, apologies beforehand :)

Word count: 786

Stiles had a problem. A big, heart-pounding, gut-wrenching problem. And that was you.

For years, he had harbored a crush on you, he sank so deep that it had basically become a third party in all of his conversations. He had known you since middle school, when you shared a science class together and he lent you a pen — only for you to reveal that you had your own pen all along.

"Just wanted to see if you were a good guy," you had said with a small smirk.

And that was it.

Stiles was hooked.

But tonight was different. Tonight was the night he was finally going to do something about it. Not some grand, fancy, caviar stuff, no. He had a simpler plan: impress you with his lacrosse skills at tonight's big game.

He had everything set up already, making sure to ask your friend to convince you to come since you didn't really go to any sports games. He figured if he showed you that he could be athletic and charming, maybe you'd finally see him as someone who's more than just the goofy guy from history class.

The problem though? Stiles wasn't exactly known for his athletic skills. Sure, he was on the lacrosse team, but, uh, he was mostly on the bench… yeah, it took some convincing for Coach Finstock to let him play tonight.

Still, Stiles was determined. He practiced, maybe not as much as he should have, but he practiced. And he had been psyching himself up all day, telling himself that tonight was the night he'd finally make his move.

You agreed to your friend's invitation to come to the game. All the stars are aligning, this was his shot.

And then he saw you.

You were in the stands, cheering with the rest of the students, an excited grin on your face. His heart leapt into his throat. His palms started to sweat. This wasn't good. He hadn't planned for this. He hadn't planned for you to be here — well, he had — but not for you to look so radiant and supportive and just so… you.

"Stiles. You okay, man?" Scott called from the field.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm good!" Stiles called back, but he wasn't. Not even close. His mind was scrambling, a mess of everything that all led to one point: You were here. Watching him. Right Now.

The game started, and for the first few minutes, he managed to hold it together, he did pretty good, actually. But then he made the mistake of looking up at the stands again, and there you were, waving at him with that smile that made his insides twist up in knots, his legs felt like they were giving out right then and there.

And that's when things started to go very, very wrong.

He missed a pass. Then another. He tripped over his own stick, stumbled into Matt, and accidentally whacked Isaac in the shins with his lacrosse stick.

"Stilinski!" Coach Finstock bellowed from the sidelines. "Are you trying to lose us this game single-handedly?!"

"Sorry, Coach!" Stiles shouted back, trying to regain his focus. But it was useless. His nerves were twisted, his concentration shattered.

And then, just to add salt to the open wound, a well-aimed shot from the other team's captain hit him square in the chest.

Stiles went down like a sack of potatoes.

The world blurred around him, gasps and murmurs from the crowd filling his ears. But all that was on his mind was, Great. Just great. I'm finally gonna get her attention, and it's because I'm flat on my back like a total idiot.

When he finally managed to sit up, he saw you in the stands, your eyes filled with concern and shock. Perfect. Just perfect. He had managed to embarrass himself in front of you in the most spectacular way possible.

Stiles limped over to the bench at the sound of a whistle being blown, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in his chest and the throbbing embarrassment in his soul, trying to grapple onto the last of his dignity while he sank down onto the bench, burying his face in his hands.

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

He could already hear the teasing he was going to get from Scott and the rest of the team. But the worst part? He had blown his chance with you.

As he sat there, wallowing in his misery, he finally peeked through his fingers to see you in the stands, laughing with your friend — were you laughing at him? Did you think he was an idiot now? Well, to be fair, the fall to the ground was a little ridiculous.

Great.

Just great.

[voltronisanobsession]

There’s a need for more Isaac Lahey fics and I’m glad someone just started watching the show again.

Taking a Break | Isaac Lahey x Reader

There needs to be more fics of teen wolf on here in GENERAL, it feels like I’m grabbing for scraps at this point😭💔💔 love my homeboy isaac so I’ll quickly write something teehee

Click. Click. Click

The sound of a pen echoed throughout the classroom, some students looking towards the source of the annoying sound, others sighing loudly at the persistent clicking.

Click. Click. Click.

You sat in silence, staring at the board in front of you. Not even realizing you had become a disturbance for the entire class, you continued playing with your pen, lost in thought.

With all the killings happening around town, your nerves had reached an all time high. You had no idea what to expect at this point! Everyone thought Stiles had found a pattern to the killings, or ‘sacrifices’, until the killer decided to change things up.

Click. Click. Click.

Everything was getting a little too frustrating, you couldn’t even focus in school! No matter what you did, your mind just seemed to be in another place. Not even your boyfriend could bring you back to reality at this point.

Click. Click. Click. Cli-

The pen that was once in your hand was snatched away from you, snapping you out of whatever spell you were under. Looking up to the teacher, you could only internally cringe at what was about to happen.

“Is this seriously necessary? This was the most annoying thing you could’ve done in my class of all places. I hope you don’t plan on becoming a professional pen clicker because that job would suck! For everyone!”

Coach Finstock walked away and began talking to the class about whatever he was teaching today, fiddling with your pen as he continued. Huffing, you slumped against your seat and stared at the clock as its hands slowly moved around.

Feeling eyes on you, you slightly looked back only to see Isaac staring at you. When you finally notice him, Isaac gives you a confused look to as if to say ’what’s wrong’ which you could only mouth out ‘nothing’.

You whipped your head to the front though when a book was slammed on your desk.

“Y/N! You just became my least favorite student in this class, congratulations! You’re making me question why I decided to chose being a teacher as a career, thank you!”

Finstock placed the pen back on your desk. His eyebrows furrowed at the face you were making.

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s scary.”

“I’m not looking at you like anything?” Your face scrunched up in annoyance.

“Oh ho, yes you are! It’s the same face that that Silinski kid gives me when I make him run laps around the gym!”

The bell rang causing everyone to get up, you quickly packing your bag and rushing out the classroom. Coach totally made everything worse for you if you were being honest.

So eager to leave the school, you didn’t even hear the sound of your boyfriend calling out to you from the sea of students. Confused, Isaac fought his way against the current of students, all excited to begin the weekend and be away from school, to get to you.

Finally reaching you, he lightly grabbed your shoulder.

“Hey, what’s going on? Are you ok?”

Shifting your attention to the tall boy, you gave him a small smile. Just looking at him made some of your nerves calm down.

“Uh yeah, stuffs just been taking a toll on me lately.”

At that, Isaac frowned. You both continued walking, hands now linked together. Walking out the school, you both fell into a comfortable silence. You lost in thought while Isaac wondered what was bothering you.

Was someone bothering you? Have your teachers been giving you a lot of homework? Glancing at your tired face, he couldn’t help himself from asking questions.

“Do you want to talk about it? I mean, about the stuff that’s been bothering you.”

Sighing, you let go of Isaacs hand, causing him to unconsciously chase after it. You smiled at the action.

“I guess with everything that’s been going on around town, with all the random killings, I just- ugh. I don’t know but it’s been really draining my energy. And making me kinda anxious, lowkey.”

Once you started talking, you couldn’t stop the waterfall of words that seemed to shoot out of your mouth.

“And not just the killings Isaac, but having to guess where this killer will take its next victim is so frustrating! We don’t know when it will happen and who it will happen to!

“It feels like we’re just sitting around waiting to find a new corpse! And like I said, we don’t know whose getting targeted. For all we know, it could be Allison, you, me-!”

Isaac cut you off suddenly, forcing you to stop walking by pulling you towards him. His hands gripped your upper arms, keeping you in front of him, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey, I know it feels like we’re getting nothing done right now, but we’re all trying. It’s a slow progress, but we have something. That’s what matters.”

He placed a hand on your cheek. Leaning into it, you sighed. “This really has been on your mind, huh?”

Groaning, you nodded and dropped your head onto the boys chest, causing him to let out a small laugh. Hugging you, the werewolf could only hope he relieved some of your nerves. Suddenly an idea popped up in his head.

“What do you think about a self care weekend? Something to get your mind off things.” He smiled as you let out a confused sound.

“What about the others? What if they need us or something?” Pulling away from him, you grabbed his hand and continued walking, pondering the idea of a self care weekend.

“I think Scott and the others can handle a weekend without us.” Isaac snickered, happy to see your mood changing as you got excited.

“And if anything, they can just text us. Or Scott can howl. Either works fine to be honest.” At that, you laughed, your body relaxing the longer Isaac spoke.

Silence again fell between you both but it was different. You were now smiling, happy that Isaac gave the suggestion of taking a break. Isaac internally high-fived himself, a grin breaking onto his face.

Bringing his hand up to your lips, you kissed the back of it.

“Thank you.” Smiling, he did the same thing, gently kissing your hand, loving the way your face flushed a pretty pink.

“Anything for you, love.”

[perseephoneee]

ice skating [ficmas day 7] [isaac lahey x reader]

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anonymous: I saw your post about ficmas 24. can you please write smth with Isaac and ice skating?

author's note: i went ice skating with @muffinbeliever and it was so terrifying all i did was almost cry

playlist:

the moon will sing -- the crane wives

i'll be home for christmas -- she & him

gold rush -- taylor swift

Beacon Hills officially had a high school hockey team.

You don’t remember when Coach Finstock lost his mind, but you assume it’s been a long time coming. It’s the only explanation for why he thinks this would be a good idea.

Especially since his ‘hockey team’ is just his lacrosse team on skates. Many of them can’t even skate. You’re unsure how he coerced the team to even participate. 

“This is painful,” Allison commented, and you had to agree. You both accompanied Scott and Stiles to hockey practice, Allison to see her boyfriend, and you to get a free ride. You still didn’t have a car (you hoped to fix that soon).

You watched Stiles fall face first.

“It’s pretty awful,” you hissed, watching another teammate crash into the wall. “I kinda want popcorn.”

“Me too.”

You both were heathens.

Danny was reasonably competent and would be very solid with a few more practices. The other surprising one was Isaac, who was skating laps around everyone. Scott wasn’t falling, but he wasn’t confident either. Werewolf instincts meant jack shit in the face of skating.

“Did he just do a little hop and a skip?” You remarked as you watched Isaac. You couldn’t help but watch Isaac. He was aloof and not amazing at conversations, but he was alluring. Maybe it was the jawline or his eyes. You were unsure. Sometimes, he’d take Scott’s bike to school when Scott rode with Stiles, and sometimes, he’d drive you home. Those were your favorite days.

“He’s ridiculous,” Allison chuckled as Isaac continued to show off. He and Danny were playing their own game of hockey at this point. You didn’t want to look at what Stiles was doing; it made you sad. Allison turned to you. “Ten bucks says Stiles, knocking over Scott.”

“You’re on, Argent.”

You were $10 richer by the end of practice, in large part thanks to the fact that a conga line of lacrosse-turned-hockey players took out Scott, who then wiped out Stiles. It was inherently painful but insanely funny. At least the ice rink had concessions. You were sipping a blue slushie when the boys came out, broken and battered.

“I want to be eaten by a wolf,” Stiles sighed. A bruise was forming on his arm. 

“Sure, but it’s not going to remedy the fact you can’t skate,” you chuckled. He glared at you.

“You’re not funny.”

You sipped your slushie, hiding your laugh. Isaac came out a few seconds later. His hair was slightly damp, and it looked like he had run through the rain. It was way too sexy and made your stomach turn. He waved in greeting.

“What flavor?” He inquired, pointing to your cup. You stuck out your tongue to show the blue dye. He just nodded. 

“Isaac, can you take Y/N home? Allison and I were heading to Stiles,” Scott asks, tossing his keys to the beta. He catches them quickly. Isaac nods, not bothered, but it doesn’t stop you from worrying you were a burden. Not that he’d ever tell you that you were. 

The night air was crisp as you climbed behind him on the bike. He always gave you the helmet, even though you should both have them. He argued he could heal. You couldn’t fault his logic. 

You were on your way a little later, arms tight around his middle as you savored the few moments you could pretend to be his.

Isaac started to slow down, and you lifted your head to ask why, but he shushed you. You slowed to an idle, barely fast enough to stay up. His proverbial wolf ears perked up. He decided a split second later, quickly swinging the bike around and taking off much quicker than before. 

You yelped as you gripped him tighter. You could hear engines behind you, which did not bode well. He went off-road, starting to serve through side streets in a way that made you nauseous. A shot rang out.

You had nowhere to hide as more bullets were fired. Isaac quickly turned, the bike screeching. He launched you both off of it, covering your body with his as the asphalt cut into your skin. You wanted to cry out but didn’t. Not when you were more concerned about finding safety. Isaac gripped your hand, dragging you to the backdoor of a building. He tore off the handle and shoved you in.

The alcove was small, and you pressed up against him as he looked out the window, watching your pursuers run by. A few seconds later, you both let out long breaths. 

Isaac relaxed against the wall, grimacing. That’s when you noticed the patch of blood blooming from his flank. You stifled a screech.

“Isaac—“

“Is there first aid?” He coughed, looking around the room you were in. It was the kitchen of a diner. You went through five cabinets before finding first aid. It wasn’t much, but you made do. You were too distracted by his wound to process his shirtlessness.

The bullet wasn’t deep, or maybe it had been, and his healing pushed it out. You weren’t sure. Your minimal nursing skills came in handy as you bandaged him up. He might be able to survive, but it wasn’t painless. 

When you were done, you made him swallow some ibuprofen. Your hands wrapped gauze around his middle, hiding an obnoxiously sculpted chest from you. Fucking werewolves.

Isaac’s eyes traced your face, a frown marring his expression. He traced your arm with a finger, and you hissed in pain as he found the fracture that you had been trying to hide. He was on you in a second.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“My wound isn’t bad like yours,” you protested. Isaac took his discarded shirt and tore it into cotton strips. He fashioned a makeshift cast for you before cleaning up your arm. You realized it was the most tender moment the two of you have had. He took some cotton balls and wiped some blood off your temple. 

“I didn’t know you could skate,” you murmured, breaking the silence. Isaac’s mouth quirked up. 

“Is that really what you’re thinking about right now?”

“Kind of,” you tried to shrug, but it just hurt your arm. 

“My brother was a hockey fan. He’d take me to the rink,” Isaac answered, applying a small bandaid. He never talked about his brother; you didn’t want to push. “Derek mentioned there might be some bounty hunters. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt.”

“It’s fine, Isaac. Really.”

“You should come back to see Melissa for that arm,” Isaac moved to put his shirt back on, and you bit back disappointment. He glanced outside and, feeling safe, led you both out and back to the bike. It was scraped up but still worked. Isaac put you on the front of the bike since his torso was still healing. He wrapped his arms around you to grab the handles, and you couldn’t help but inhale his smell of petrichor and pine. You wanted to lean into him and never leave. 

You could’ve fallen asleep like this, even with the wind biting into your skin. Fortunately (for your sanity), you pulled up the McCall residence no longer after. Isaac helped you off the bike and led you up to the front door. 

You’ve been to the McCall residence a few times, and each time were struck by how much warmth Melissa had managed to infuse into the place. She came out of the living room when you both entered.

“What the hell happened?” she inquired, coming to you first. 

“Bounty hunters,” Isaac said matter-of-factly. 

“Why do I let any of you outside,” Melissa mumbled. She took you to the bathroom to take a look at your arm. You were happy to hear that your arm wasn’t broken, but there was lightly a fixture that needed to be watched. She gave you pain meds and redid your cast. 

“Do you think I could stay here tonight?” you asked, adjusting your arm in its cast. “I just don’t feel like going home right now.”

“Of course, sweetheart,” Melissa smiled, kissing your head. She felt like your other Mom. 

She gave you some of her pajamas and a toothbrush so you could get ready for bed. You were thankful she was there to help you maneuver out of your clothes so you could put on the pajamas. You tried not to think much about Isaac in the next room. When you were all done cleaning up, you went to the living room to get situated on the couch but found Isaac already lying there on his phone. He had also changed into sleepwear. 

“I was going to sleep here,” you stated. He glanced up at you, jawline and all. You really needed to get your priorities straight. 

“You should take my room; it’ll be more comfortable.”

“You got shot.”

“I’m already almost healed, and you’re in a cast,” Isaac pointed out. “Trust me, you’ll want a bed.” You didn’t ask if it was a sports injury that let him know that or something his Dad inflicted. Isaac, when he wanted to be, could be frustratingly stubborn. You took your leave to his room.

You had never been in Isaac’s room, and you took the opportunity to do some high-level snooping. No judgment; you weren’t perfect. There wasn’t much snooping to do, though. The room had minimal decorations. There was a ball poster that was so utterly stupid you had to hide your laughter. There was also a snoopy ornament on his desk. That fact made you smile. 

Sleeping in Isaac’s room was already going to be a bad idea. The sheets smelled like him. The room felt like him. You were one delirious episode away from stealing his shirts and pretending like you were waking up next to him. You would call Allison and freak out, but that would involve admitting that you found the beta wolf attractive. 

The pain meds plus Isaac’s bed made your insomnia take a back seat, allowing you to fall asleep. You woke up in time for school, only because Scott is one of the loudest people you had ever known. He stumbled into everything and slammed open every door. 

You got dressed in your clothes from yesterday and made Isaac’s bed. You brought the folded pajamas downstairs. Isaac and Scott ate all the pantry food while Melissa downed a cup of coffee before her shift. 

“Thanks for letting me stay, Ms. McCall,” you smiled, voice quiet.

“Nonsense, you’re always welcome. I’d offer you breakfast, but I think they ate it all,” Melissa nodded towards the two boys. You stifled a smile as she rummaged through the pantry again. “Actually, I found an apple. And peanut butter.”

“That’s usually what I have,” you shrugged, taking the granny smith from her and finding a cutting board. You ate your breakfast and sipped some coffee with milk while observing everyone run around the kitchen. You grabbed Isaac’s sleeve right before leaving the kitchen. “Thanks for letting me use your room,” you muttered. “And for yesterday.”

“No problem,” he shrugged. He paused, shifting his feet. “Have you ever skated before?”

You shook your head.

“I could teach you…after hockey practice.”

“In case I get shot on the ice?”

“Yes, for that,” Isaac smiled. You felt your heart drop into your stomach, butterflies filling the now-empty cavity. You don’t know what Hallmark movie you were in, but you liked it. 

School couldn’t go by fast enough. You had to come up with a plausible excuse for your arm around teachers, but the pack immediately jumped on the case. Stiles was itching for some snooping work, and you think you just gave him a good reason to break into his Dad’s safe again. You made a mental reminder to send an apology to Sheriff Stilinski. 

You told Allison about your night over lunch.

“You have a date with Isaac Lahey,” Allison gushed, passing you a potato chip.

“I do not,” you responded, mouth full of crunch. “He probably just feels bad about me getting hurt and just is trying to make up for it.”

“So he could buy you lunch, give you rides to and from school,” Allison responded. “Not take you ice skating, just the two of you. It’s a Hallmark movie.”

You put an apple slice in her mouth before she could say anything else. 

“I don’t want to get my hopes up.”

“That’s fine,” Allison chewed, the words garbled from the bite. “I’ll get my hopes up for you.”

Allison accompanied you to hockey practice, but not before giving you some of her clothes and lipgloss. While you grumbled, you were thankful not to be wearing the same clothes you got shot at. The sweater she lent you was soft, and the leggings were comfortable and stretchy. Perfect to fall on your ass in. 

Hockey went as well today as yesterday. Danny and Isaac continued to have a squirmish of their own while the other players tried to remember what a skate was. A few of them were getting better; you could see a small team starting to form. None of the players getting better were Scott and Stiles. Scott’s werewolf reflexes did not translate to the ice. 

“Werewolves on ice, coming to a theater near you,” you mumbled. Allison was hiding her eyes at their skating. You were fighting the urge to do the same. Fortunately, your torture came to a halt as Coach fell on the ice and canceled the rest of practice out of anger. You waited till everyone was gone to bother approaching the rink, the feeling of drums in your heart matching each step. Isaac skated around the rink and came to a stop by the entrance. 

“I want you to know I’ve never skated, and I’m very, very scared,” you gulped, your healthy arm holding your fractured one against your chest. Isaac smirked.

“I won’t let you fall.”

Your fingers shook when you went to grab rental skates and even more so when you put them on. You had to do a sort of waddle across the padded floors to the entrance, and you looked at the ice like it was the deep ocean. Unknown and utterly horrifying. 

“You won’t get hurt, I promise,” Isaac chuckled, holding out his hand. You stared at it. 

“What if I trip and pull you down?”

“You won’t.”

“I’m very good at hurting other people,” you whispered. Isaac skated closer to you, a towering figure. He grabbed your hands, unclenching your fingers. Your breath caught as he pulled you onto the ice. It was slippery, and you didn’t like how your feet slid across it. Isaac held you steady, correcting your weight if you started to wobble. He skated backward, going slow as you tried your best to calm your breathing. 

“Look at me, don’t look at your feet,” he said. You looked at him, his gaze intense, and you forced yourself to not break. You listened to his every instruction, bending your knees slightly, pushing out instead of forward, until you started to feel somewhat more solid. Isaac noticed when you began to relax more. “Do you trust me?”

“No,” you answered, still not trusting of the ice hell you were in. Isaac laughed. 

“I won’t let you go,” he muttered before doing exactly what he said he wouldn’t. He let one of your hands go, twirling you. You stifled a scream as your feet slid across the ice, but he kept his initial promise and didn’t let you fall. He pulled you back into him, closer than before. You stumbled and fell into his chest; he skated you both to a stop. You tried to push back before you made the situation more awkward, but he kept you close, his hands on your back. 

You kissed your teeth. 

“I’m terrible at skating,” you murmured. You felt the vibrations of Isaac’s laugh. 

“That’s okay,” he smiled, that crooked half-smile you often long for. You tilted your head up, Isaac’s nose nudging yours. Your body felt hot, even in the cold room. Still, you shivered from his touches, proximity, and everything. He looked at you through his lashes, his eyes the color of sea foam and lakesides. Your eyes fluttered closed when he brushed his lips over yours. It wasn’t enough, so you pushed closer. His mouth was firm, and you wished you could go on your toes to get closer. The only thing keeping you stable was Isaac. His hands roamed your sides, your neck, everywhere he could hold. He deepened the kiss, and you sighed. It was too soon when he pulled away, even as you realized you forgot to breathe. 

“Do you still want to skate?” he murmured.

“Will you kiss me if I fall and embarrass myself?”

“I’ll kiss you even if you do a good job.”

“Then I most definitely still want to skate,” you grinned. 

You did fall later on, but you weren’t in pain. Isaac was able to catch you. 

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[nino-rox]

ANOMALY | CHAPTER TWO

Stiles Stilinski x Original Male Reader | M.O

Warnings : None, Teen Wolf AU, Teen Wolf x Original Male Character, Teen Wolf SPOILER ALERT, Gore

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[CHAPTER 2] [2,500 words]

As you reached the benches, you were absolutely fucking appalled; how is it that wherever you went, you'd run into those two boys - they were sitting next to Lydia - you sighed, taking a deep breath as you walked over, putting on your best smile...

The two boys glanced at each other, not expecting you to be the one to show up.

Lydia was the first to speak, "Oh, Y/N, hey. Glad you could make it."

"Of course, thanks for inviting me," you responded.

"This is Scott; he's in our biology class. He's really nice, and that's Stiles. They're childhood friends. You met them this morning. "

"Yeah, I did," you chuckled.

"So, Y/N, Lydia tells us you're from Los Angeles?" Stiles asks.

"Yeah, I am,"

"Why move?" Stiles questioned abruptly.

As Lydia took a breath, mildly embarrassed at Stiles' inability to subtly ask someone a question without sounding like he was interrogating them.

"My mother got a job here," Y/N replied, smiling. 

"So what was the deal with the 10-foot metal chain you carried around?" Y/N asked, curious, making Lydia raise an eyebrow towards the duo.

"We had it in the trunk of our jeep, and it kinda fell out and rolled… in your locker," Stiles said, making a face and grinning in the hopes you'll let it go, while Scott looked pale and tense.

Despite sensing they were obviously hiding something, Y/N decided to let it go -  "So you were planning on chaining something or someone? What is it, like a kinky sex thing?" You said, laughing, and Stiles' eyes widened in shock at your question.

Stiles is still in shock, mildly blushing. Scott and Lydia just look at him in amusement and then look away, laughing.

"HEY MCCALL!!" The coach's voice interrupted from the other side of the seating area.

"YOU and BALINSKI BETTER GET YOUR ASSES TO PRACTICE NOW!!!"

Scott glanced at Stiles, signalling something. Stiles nodded, not noticing you had caught their little exchange. This piqued your interest, so you decided to try tagging along to…you know…get to know your lovely friends better (that's LA slang for stalk these dum bitches)

"You guys have a practice or something? I've got nothing to do. Can I tag along?" Y/N asked

"Uhhh yeah, sure," Scott responded, not knowing why he did. Stiles immediately snapped his head to Scott in pure disbelief as if he'd blown some cover.

You followed the boys, and on the way, Scott and Stiles explained lacrosse to you - you never said you didn't know the game - they assumed you'd never played.

The team was warming up, and Scott took his post as goalkeeper while you sat at the bleachers to watch the boys. 

Suddenly, your phone rang. Perfect timing, you thought to yourself. You quickly picked up your best friend's call and caught her up on everything.

"I was thinking of trying out on their team. What do you think ?" Y/N asked Maria.

"No way. I thought you said you were done with lacrosse after what happened?"

"Yeah, but like it or not, this might be a clean slate…"

Suddenly, you saw the goalie (goalkeeper)—Scott—run towards the charging player and tackle him, both falling to the ground. This caused the coach to abuse air into his whistle, fuming at what he saw.

"Did that goalie just leave the..?" Maria, who was also watching through FaceTime, asked, confused

"HEY MCCALL ????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ??? The position is goal KEEPER, not goal ABANDONER. STOP LEAVING THE GOAL POST," Coach Finstock Yelled into Scott's ears.

You chuckled, amused at what you were seeing

"Yeah, you still want to try out for their team babe?" Maria shot smugly.

As the next player began to charge, Scott suddenly left his position again, his whole team confused, and coach Finstock looked like he could resign at any minute. Maria laughed, "You were right; these two are crazy AF."

You noticed something weird. When Scott tackled the other boy to the ground, it was almost as if … he… sniffed?…him.

After another yelling from the coach, Scott did the same thing again, and you saw it happen again; you were sure of it. He leaned in and sniffed the guy before looking towards Stiles and shaking his head. 

"I was thinking of trying out on their team. What do you think ?" Y/N asked Maria.

"No way. I thought you said you were done with lacrosse after what happened?"

"Yeah, but like it or not, this might be a clean slate…"

Suddenly, you saw the goalie (goalkeeper)—Scott—run towards the charging player and tackle him, both falling to the ground. This caused the coach to abuse air into his whistle, fuming at what he saw.

"Did that goalie just leave the..?" Maria, who was also watching through FaceTime, asked, confused

"HEY MCCALL ????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ??? The position is goal KEEPER, not goal ABANDONER. STOP LEAVING THE GOAL POST," Coach Finstock Yelled into Scott's ears.

You chuckled, amused at what you were seeing

"Yeah, you still want to try out for their team babe?" Maria shot smugly.

As the next player began to charge, Scott suddenly left his position again, his whole team confused, and coach Finstock looked like he could resign at any minute. Maria laughed, "You were right; these two are crazy AF."

You noticed something weird. When Scott tackled the other boy to the ground, it was almost as if … he… sniffed?…him.

After another yelling from the coach, Scott did the same thing again, and you saw it happen again; you were sure of it. He leaned in and sniffed the guy before looking towards Stiles and shaking his head.

You don't know what you were witnessing, but something weird was going on.

The sheriff came onto the field, escorting one of the boys Scott tackled to a van. Seeing this, Y/N began making his way to the two boys.

The boys weren't facing him and didn't see him coming close. As Y/N approached, he stopped after overhearing something they had said. 

"How good are these cells at holding people?" Scott asked in a worried tone.

"People, good…werewolves ?? Not so good."

You were confused. Is this what people meant by weird stories and stuff about this place? Are these two nuts part of some ghost-hunting club?

Y/N hears Scott say something about a wolf and a scent.

"It's him. He's a werewolf, I know it. We have to get him. He's got a scent to main and kill people,"

"How can you tell?"

"I don't know, I just can, and his father just died, and they think he did it, so that's not helping."

What the hell are these two talking about? You heard the sheriff tell the boys they had to leave. You turned around, avoiding whatever mess they were about to get into.

"So, are you going to try out for the team?" Stiles asks as he approaches Y/N.

"Ummm, no, not interested, and I was just kidding earlier," you said.

"Aw, and I thought we'd get to hang more", Stiles pouts.

You roll your eyes playfully at him and start walking, but suddenly, as Stiles follows, he falls down, "OWWWWWW."

"You okay?" Y/N asked.

"Yup, totally," Stiles said as he picked up his lacrosse stick.

You could tell the boy was lying and trying to hide the fact that his ankle hurt, and Y/N had to admire his attempt at protecting his ego.

"Here, lean on me," Y/N said, sighing as you helped him.

Stiles looked at Y/N in utter confusion.

"Are you serious?" Stiles asked, surprised that Y/N didn't just laugh and walk off.

"Yes, you dumbo. Come on, lean," Y/N said, laughing slightly and rolling his eyes - something inside him feeling just a little bit weird.

Stiles wrapped his hand around Y/N as they continued to the parking lot to his jeep. 

The walk was silent. Both boys noticed each other's breathing as the wind gently blew past them. The loud world felt somewhat calmer as leaves rustled in the wind, and the nature around them felt like a peaceful addition to the sound of their footsteps. 

Y/N was always fond of scents; it was perhaps one of his more stereotypically "effeminate" traits as compared to his general masculine nature for the most part, according to his best friend. He couldn't help but notice that despite Stiles not seeming to have any perfume on, his scent was…Y/N pondered how to describe it for a moment before settling on a simple "It's nice…" Not known to Y/N, the boy by his side was enamoured by Y/N's scent; it wasn't a masculine cologne or a feminine scent; it was just sweet, but just the right amount, almost addictive, with a hint of something that made you feel like perfection?

(Author's Note: LMAO Stiles, are you sure it's the "scent" you're finding so 'perfect’ ?? Awww)

As the boys neared the parking lot, Stiles stopped momentarily, looking at you, breaking the silence. "Y/N… I'm sorry about the morning, with the chains and stuff," he said slowly, his voice trailing.

"Oh, that? Don't worry about it; it was nothing," Y/N said, smiling slightly.

"I don't think so… at the moment when it happened, you seemed to be quite upset, it was like for a moment I saw some panic, you didn't like being in the centre with everyone eyeing you…I…think…so you don't have to brush it off and say it was nothing, so I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

As much as you tried to hide the fact that his words affected you, your eyes widened, and you froze, the smile on your face faltering. You knew one day someone would have been able to see through your facade, except perhaps not so soon.

Y/N didn't quite know what to say as the buzz-cut boy stared into his eyes; perhaps Stiles was more than a dunce…Y/N had never noticed that Stiles had read him that much; a part of that fact scared Y/N. It was threatening that someone read emotions he might've buried. Either way, he was grateful for Stiles' apology, but saying thank you and acknowledging Stiles would mean accepting that he was indeed "that" bothered by what had happened, and he tried to hide it. Y/N wasn't mentally ready for the stranger he met to know that. 

Somewhere deep down, Y/N wanted to hug Stiles and thank him for caring enough to notice and care about him—a stranger he didn't even know, who, until now, had just looked down on him and wanted to avoid him.

"I think you're reading into it too much, Stiles. Besides, I was just shocked and caught off guard, nothing more. It doesn't mean anything, so it's fine," Y/N said, walking forward while supporting Stiles.

Stiles knew the boy was lying. He wondered why Y/N seemed … scared, but he couldn't help but respect that Y/N wasn't ready to open up...yet.

As the two boys walked to where Stiles said he parked, Scott was near his blue jeep, leaning against the side while talking to someone on the phone.

"That blue jeep is mine," Stiles said as he checked out the sleek black SUV parked next to him, mouthing damn as if he had just checked out a hot girl.

Y/N couldn't help but smirk.

"This one's yours, huh?" Y/N asked, pointing towards the jeep.

"Yes, she is. What about her?" Stiles asked.

"You should really get it fixed; the entire body's dented," Y/N replied.

"Heyyyy, she's fine. She's been like this for years, and she's still running well. Besides, I have duct tape," Stiles said defensively, which made Y/N laugh.

"Hey, let's go ?" Scott said, getting into the jeep. Y/N took his arm off Stiles' side as he got into the car, waving as the clunky jeep drove off.

He took a deep breath, looking at the dusk sky, tired and shocked. His first day had been more complicated than he had expected.

Y/N got into his car and sat behind the steering wheel, not quite knowing what to think or how to react. Everything felt different—his day, his emotions, his heart? He felt knackered and needed some sleep, so he drove home.

As he reached his home, Y/N saw a note his mother left saying she was staying late at work and not to wait for her.

He walked into his room, stripping and quickly showering before bed.

Y/N didn't know what had happened. He was always fine being alone and never needed friends or companionship. But today, as he lay in bed, something about the day's events kept running through his mind. He had a strange urge to call his mom and talk to her, but she had an important surgery, and he didn't want to bother her. So, Y/N sighed, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, and as he dozed off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel like a certain "scent" was missing.

After his day, it didn't take long for Y/N to drift into a slumber. But the cold kept him from getting comfortable. He shifted around, turning and tossing, but it was no use; it felt likely it was getting colder; annoyed that his sleep was disturbed, Y/N got up to turn up the heat, freezing in shock.

It was pitch black, and the comfort of his bed no longer supported his body - it was nowhere to be felt - and crickets chirped as thin beams of moonlight shone through dense trees—Y/N was in a forest.

As Y/N felt the wet ground and mulch under him, the reality and panic began to set in. He was in a forest! A dark forest, cold, half naked, and something was…hurting.

Y/N felt it, and there was an overwhelming sense of pain.

His mind was hazy, and as his hands found the source of his pain, his eyes watered at the sight of a bear trap digging into his foot, blood spilling.

Panic filled his head; the pain, the forest, and the cold made his senses overflow, and not before long, Y/N felt something … something was there…just ahead of him…looking right at him…he could feel it in his gut…but the darkness masked it. . .It was right there…

The air was cold, and the silence was deafening; all he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat.

He felt the presence coming closer, and as the wind blew, a gust of cold air hit him, carrying a scent. The scent smelled like something was rotting or slowly…dying.

Y/N whimpered in silence, trying to move back, but the trap held him firmly in place. He was powerless, pinned down by the trap, unable to get up and run, and as his fear peaked, he saw something terrifying.

Its eyes glowed yellow, as dark slits in its eyes appeared, a hiss emitted from its throat, saliva dripping from its mouth as it bared its fangs. It stood up like a human, its body covered in scales with a tail that was getting dangerously close to Y/N's neck.

Y/N was frozen in fear, unable to move or breathe, his heart beating out of his chest as the creature's tail lunged towards him, piercing his shoulder and causing his whole body to spasm in pain.

It felt like someone had ripped his shoulder apart, and the feeling of his bones cracking, his muscle tissue ripping, the nerves in his shoulder being severed. His flesh torn apart was excruciatingly painful. His voice was lost, and his breath hitched as he tried to scream out in pain.

The creature hissed once again, its tail still deep inside his shoulder, twisting around and moving about, causing more pain than Y/N could ever have imagined. But suddenly, his body began to go numb. Y/N couldn't move a single muscle; he lay there paralysed, his eyes wide in fear, tears streaming down his face as the creature got closer.

Y/N saw its claws extend; as it got closer, he could feel its breath on his face. Still, suddenly, it snapped its head in another direction, running off, leaving Y/N bleeding in silence.

He saw a dark shadow approach him, and the last thing he heard before his vision went blank was the sound of his own screams.

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[inlovewithdob]

Pairing- Stiles Stilinski x reader

Warnings- none just cute fluff but reader has curly hair

Word count- 900+

Curls and Cuddles

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Friday night afternoon with a not so fortunate sky. Your idea to go on a beach date went back to just an idea. Which wasn’t the worst thing for Stiles since he hated unwanted oglers staring at your body. And honestly just prefers staying in bed cuddling while one of the many Star Wars movies played (but only the prequels). Paired with a big bowl of a sweet popcorn concoction, and a share sized bag of candy he bought you at a gas station on the way to his house. As "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...." it seemed as if his grip around your waist tightened if that was even possible. He was in pure bliss. Body sprawled out on top of yours. Face buried so deep between your breasts you questioned how he was even still breathing. But what he was most enjoying was- your hair. More specifically, your curls. 

 

He’s always been fascinated by them. Being the first thing he noticed about you when you were sat in front of him in Coach Finstocks class. He couldn’t bring himself to care about how the size of your mane blocked his view of the board (not that he was paying attention anyways). Until his daydreaming sesh was interrupted by a loud whistle right in his ear, causing him to lift up from his chair with an embarrassingly high-pitched shriek. 

 

“BILINSKI, did you even hear my question?” Coach asked in that same tone he always used on him.

 

His head shook enough to bring him back to reality and turned to look up at the teacher slowly. He flashed a sheepish smile ”no coach, could you repeat it?”

 

Coaches whistle blared the another ear death-ening pitch, erupting another yelp from Stiles “detention Saturday.” 

 

His lips parted to begin his moan and protesting but you 180’d around your chair to look behind you to face him holding back a giggle. To finally see the beautiful face of the owner of the beautiful hair, he had to blink almost as if he couldn’t believe that someone as perfect as you was even looking at him- let alone smiling at him. His jaw fell slack. Detention being the last thing on his mind. Coach stopped caring and made his way back to the whiteboard to try and yell the information into the scholars skulls somehow. You winked and turned to face back at the board, continuing your notes and doodles. God did that wink make his heart stop beating for a second, then somehow made it thump it faster.

 

Once the unnecessarily long lesson on whatever coach was roaring about finally finished. Stiles scrambled out of his seat and shoved his (empty) notebook into his backpack, not even bothering to close it. He caught you by the door before you left “h-hi I’m s-stiles,” his flustered stuttering making him impossibly more adorable.

 

You were thrilled he came over to talk to you ”hi, I’m y/n.”

 

You two stood there by the door sharing your interests, which were mostly all common-until coach shooed you both out to get to your guys next period. Right before you two were off to part ways, you handed him a folded little note torn straight from the corner of your notebook and connected a soft peck of your lips to his cheeks. You left from nervousness over your sudden action before seeing his reaction. Which he was happy about since the reaction from just a quick kiss to not even his lips erupted from him was entirely too embarrassing. After he took a second to breathe and calm down, he carefully unwrapped the note since it was now tied with his beloved Jeep “Roscoe” for the most important items he owned since you gave it to him. Inside was a little doodle of him knombing on the end of a pencil, which was surprisingly good. And your little signature and phone number on the back.

Hooked ever since.

His legs fought to tangle tighter with yours, needing to feel your warmth and presence as much as he could. One of his hands bunching up the fabric of the hoodie you stole from him behind your waist. With the other springing and twirling your coils. His voice raspy and muffled by your chest as he spoke, “Mmm, I love your hair.”

 

Making you giggle since he reminds you about it every day, “Oh, you do,huh?” Faux-shock

 

While he was too entranced, twirling and curling the springs that engulfed your head to notice your mocking tone, “Mmm, so much.”

 

Your fingers raked along his soft, unruly tufts, lightly scratching his scalp enough to tingle the nerves of his spine “I love your hair too.” 

 

He couldn’t help but lean into your touch, letting out a deep content sigh“yeah but mines boring and normal. Yours is just...mmm” with the dopiest smile on his face eyes peacefully closed inhaling your scent that he found himself clinging on to whenever it was left behind on any of his belongings.

 

Landing a gentle kiss against his pale expression creased forehead “that’s funny since you're the least boring and normal person I know.”

 

His head lifts up from where it’s buried deep between your breasts, just enough to meet your eyes with a slight smile and cock of the head “is that a good or bad thing?”

 

Your hands left his chaotic dark brown hair sticking up in every direction to cup his mole speckled flushed cheeks. “good thing. Definitely a good thing.”

 

He uses the grip on your (his) hoodie as leverage to lift his face up closer to yours

“I love you”

 

Your smile widening, leaning in to meet him halfway”I love you to my cute little nerd,” sealing it off with a gentle lock of the lips.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

TEEN WOLF MASTERLIST

*DISCLAIMER: SOME STORIES MAY BE TAGGED FOR WRONG DEMOGRAPHIC (ie, Not GN, male or fem) IF SO, PLEASE POLITELTY INFORM ME SO I CAN FIX IT

SCOTT MCCALL

Escaping Theo's Pack (Scott McCall X Male!Reader)

Looking Out (Scott McCall X Male!Reader)

Senses (Scott McCall X Reader)

STILES STILINSKI

Change In Appearance (Stiles Stilinski X Sister!Reader) (Feat. Sheriff Stilinski.

DEREK HALE

A Boy And His Mother (Derek Hale X Fem!Reader)

Interuptions (Derek Hale X Reader)

COREY BRYANT

The Pack's Little Sister (Corey X Sister!Reader)

Resurrected (Corey X SIster!Reader)

LIAM DUNBAR

Watching Out (Liam Dunbar X Male!Reader)

Pickup Lines (Lian Dunbar X Fem!Reader)

THEO RAEKEN

Back Home (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader) Pt 1/ Pt 2

Staying (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Gone (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

It's My Job (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Scarf (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Join The Pack (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Not The Only Banshee (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Hiding (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Keep You Safe (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Helpful Hand (Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

Blind Love (Theo Raeken X Blind!Male!Reader)

LYDIA MARTIN

German Transfer (Lydia Martin X Fem!Reader)

Position (Lydia Martin X Fem!Reader)

COACH FINSTOCK

New Teacher (Coach Finstock X Fem!Reader)

Overqualified (Coach Finstock X Fem!Reader)

One Smart Cookie (Coach Finstock X Teen!Reader)

Being Coach Finstock's Daughter And Being A Beast At Sports Would Include...

JORDAN PARRISH

Not Feeling Good (Jordan Parrish X Reader)

CHRIS ARGENT

Moving In (Chris Argent X Teen!Fem!Reader)

PETER HALE

Have You Ever Heard Of Knocking (Peter Hale X Male!Reader)

Under The Weather (Peter Hale X Male!Reader)

MULTIPLE

Protection (Scott McCall X Male!Reader X Isaac Lahey)

Photographs (Corey Bryant X Sister!Reader, Theo Raeken X Fem!Reader)

The Flu (Teen Wolf X BabyBrother!Hale!Reader)

[softspiderling]

preview - people you know | m.s.s.

pairing: werewolf!reader x stiles stilinski

As the rest of the class filed in, you flipped your book open, not paying any attention to the class until the teacher, Coach Finstock apparently, took to the front. He was interrupted however, before he could even open the mouth as the classroom door opened yet again. You turned back to your back, tuning out the conversation, the smell of peanut butter and honey suddenly filling your nostrils. Scrunching your nose, you leaned back in your seat when someone dropped in to the empty chair in front of you, somewhat clumsily. He stretched his arms, rather obnoxiously, if you might add and it was obvious that the smell of peanut butter and honey was wafting over to your nose from him. He bounced his leg and you narrowed your eyes at his back, growing more and more annoyed. He was unable to sit still, always fidgeting. Almost like-

“Stiles.”

Author's Note: don't talk to me, I'm back in my teen wolf era

tagging @stilinskiderek just to be obnoxious

[eepwtf]

would you be open to making a bot or writing something about a reader/user who is related to Coach Finstock? User/Reader x Stiles bc I think it'd be hilarious since Stiles and Coach bicker all the time

oh my gosh, yes!! i love this idea. i can already picture the dynamic—it’d be hilarious and chaotic in the best way. i’m definitely open to making a bot or writing something for this. thank you so much for the suggestion!

he’d absolutely want to impress you, but every time he tries, coach somehow manages to walk in at the worst possible moment. stiles dragging scott into his plans to win you over—badly: “do i get them flowers? or is that too cliché? what if i write a poem?!” scott: “you don’t know how to write poetry.”

[jensen-frackles]

I just got to season 3 of Teen Wolf so I started looking for fics and there are like barely any for Coach Finstock x Reader. I think I might have to change that…

[witchajfics]

The Witching Hour: A Teen Wolf Rewrite

Woooooo!! Chapter 2!! Yayyyy!! This is definitely not proofread, I powered through a migraine to write this so if it's shit my bad guys :P

Anyway, here we go!!

Season 1 Episode 1 (Part 2): Wolf Moon

“Jesus, what crawled up your ass and died?” Anni questioned leaning against the locker next to Scott’s. The boy jumped, slamming his head against the locker door and groaning.

“W-What are you talking about? And why are you being a little stalker?” Scott harshly asked, rubbing the side of his head that now sported a small bump. He took out his lacrosse gear from his locker and began to put on his uniform.

“You’ve been an asshole all day. You’ve barely talked to me or Stiles, you’re stomping around the school like you’ve got two left feet, and it’s like…you’re just not here today. You were like this before school this morning too, so don’t even try to blame it on a test or some shit,” Anni states, crossing her arms across her chest, “Also, for your information, I’m not being a little stalker. Before I came over here I called your name like 5 times and you didn’t answer. And, even if I was stalking you, it doesn’t count because I’m your sister sooooo…your argument is null and void.”

Before he could stop himself, Scott snorted at his sister’s antics and shook his head in amusement. Anni smiled at his reaction to her response, but still wouldn’t let up on him. Scott realized this and sighed, “I, uh, had a weird night.”

Anni raised an eyebrow, not understanding his meaning. “What do you mean by ‘a weird night’? Did you like…do something, y’know…?” Anni lowers her voice, “Freaky? With a girl?” Upon hearing his sister’s misunderstanding, Scott turned bright red and began rapidly shaking his head. Anni took this as the embarrassment of doing the act, and her eyes widened, “Holy shit, you did! Was it…was it with Allison?”

Scott stuttered, struggling to form a sentence, “N-No, it wasn’t with Allison. I mean, yes, it was with Allison, but I wasn’t with Allison, I was just with Allison. W-We didn’t do anything crazy, I just helped a dog that she accidentally hit with her car.” Anni blinked in surprise, “Oh. Well, that’s very gentlemanly of you. Most guys just take girls out on dates but you saved her from at least a few months of survivor’s guilt,” Anni teased, “But, is that seriously what’s got you all fucked up today? Are you seriously that whipped for her?”

Scott rolled his eyes at his sister, swatting her head, and mussing up her hair, “No, jackass. I-I think I was sleepwalking.”

“Huh? Since when do you sleepwalk?” Anni questioned, furrowing her brows in confusion.

“I don’t, that’s the thing! But, this morning I woke up in, like, some cave in the woods. Then I had some sort of blackout and woke up in our neighbor’s pool!” Scott exclaimed, panic in his eyes.

Anni was about to respond when Scott’s locker was slammed shut, barely missing Scott’s fingers. The two turn to see Jackson, angrily glaring at Scott.

“All right, little man. How ‘bout you tell me where you’re getting your juice,” Jackson said, looming down at Scott, seemingly ignoring Anni’s presence.

Scott, not knowing what Jackson is talking about and overwhelmed by his intimidating demeanor, looks at him blankly. “What?” he says, clearly rattled.

“Where. Are. You. Getting. Your. Juice?” Jackson repeats in a mockingly slow tone of voice, emphasizing each syllable as though Scott is stupid.

Scott blinks earnestly, still not understanding the question, “My mom does all the grocery shopping.” Anni facepalms at his response and a vein throbs on the side of Jackson’s face.

Jackson, thinking Scott is messing with him, is radiating with anger at this point, though he tries to keep his cool in front of Anni says, “Now, listen, McCall-you're gonna tell me exactly what it is and who you're buying it from, because there's no way in hell you're out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost.”

Scott finally understands what Jackson's talking about as his eyes widen in realization, “Oh, you mean steroids!” Scott frowns as he considers Jackson’s argument, “Are you on steroids?”

Jackson loses his patience and his temper as he shoves Scott against the locker and pins him there, “What the hell is going on with you, McCall?!”

“Hey, let him go!” Anni exclaims, stepping forward and pushing against Jackson’s arms. He pointedly ignores her, glaring down at Scott.

Scott, who is already under a lot of stress due to his current situation, ends up answering Jackson's question honestly, “What's going on with me? You really wanna know? Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear, and smell. I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleepwalking three miles into the middle of the woods, and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind!”

Anni gapes at her brother, and Jackson just scoffs. Jackson, still under the mistaken belief that Scott is mocking him, sneers angrily at his teammate, “You think you're funny, don't you, McCall? I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes.”

Jackson angrily pounds his fist against the locker right by Scott's right ear for emphasis before smacking him hard on the shoulder and walking away, leaving a very overwhelmed Scott behind.

“Dude, maybe you should go home. You’re clearly not…okay,” Anni states nervously, trying to meet Scott’s eyes.

“I can’t. Tryouts are about to happen. It’s fine. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it, okay? I’ll see you at home,” Scott says, walking towards the boy’s locker room.

“But-” Anni begins, only to be cut off by Scott waving his hand in her direction dismissively. She sighs, but turns the other way and begins to head home.

.. Anni flips through the pages of her biology textbook, occasionally highlighting important notes. She takes a sip from the glass of water on her desk, making a mental note to take it down later and not leave it in her room.

Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring-

Anni glances over at her phone on the table and answers the call. “Hello?”

Some crashing is heard from the other end of the phone call, almost like someone fell onto a chair. “Ow, shit. Uh, Anni, it’s Stiles. Come over. Like right fucking now.”

“Stiles, I’m doing homework, can’t it wait? Or go tell Scott about it-”

“That’s the thing. It’s about Scott. You’ve noticed he’s been acting weird too, right?”

Anni pauses at his response, looking over at her unfinished biology paper. She stands up, sighs, and grabs her jacket, “I’m never finishing this paper, am I?” she grumbles, “I’m coming. I’ll be there in 10.” She hangs up and jogs down the stairs, hops on her bike, and begins the journey to the Stilinski home.

..

After practice, Stiles headed straight for his bedroom, where he began researching Werewolves on his computer. His online search starts with articles on Lycaon, said to be the first Werewolf, and moves on to articles about wolfsbane. Sometime later, Stiles moves on to reading an old, battered book titled The History of Lycanthropy, before going back to the computer and searching online for articles about silver as a weakness of Werewolves. Finally, Stiles, looking concerned about what he's read so far, prints out an old sketch of a Hunter aiming a crossbow at a transformed Werewolf. A knock on the door startles Stiles out of his stupor, and he goes to open the door. He finds Anni standing on the other side.

“Oh, good, you’re here,” he says, moving back to his computer. He continues to scroll through articles he’s found, not saying a word to Anni.

She narrows her eyes at him, “Uh huh. And are you gonna tell me why I’m here or just ignore me? ‘Cause if it’s the latter, I’m just gonna go back to my bio paper.”

Stiles blinks, remembering that Anni can’t read his mind, and motions her over. “Look at this.”

Anni moves to stand behind Stiles’ desk chair, her hand on the back of it. She leans forward, reading the words on his computer screen. “Okay, so? Is this you telling me that you’re a furry or something?”

Stiles scoffs, “What? No. What? Why would you think-you know what, never mind. This is about Scott.”

“Scott’s a furry?”

“No! No, Scott’s not a furry. There are no furries. Okay, just listen,” Stiles says exasperatedly, moving his hands around rapidly, “Remember how Scott said he heard a wolf howling the night he got bit?”

“Yeah, so what? You said there were no wolves in California,” Anni retorted.

“Yeah, and there haven’t been. For, like, sixty years. Until now. The police report for the body came back and they found fur on it. Wolf fur.”

Anni raises her eyebrows, looking back at the computer screen. “Are you saying that you think that Scott was bitten by…a werewolf? Stiles, how much Adderall have you taken today?”

“A lot, but that’s not the point,” he rushed out, “The point is that Scott is acting really fucking weird out of nowhere with no discernible explanation. I mean, he told you about his sleepwalking adventure, right? And his sudden talent at Lacrosse after years of being total ass at it? And all his new and improved senses?”

“Okay, but that doesn’t make him a werewolf, Stiles!” Anni exclaimed, “He practiced all summer for Lacrosse, so maybe that’s why he’s so good at it. And, maybe, he’s going through, like, an intense version of puberty that’s enhancing his senses,” Anni throws out.

“Intense puberty?” Stiles scoffs, “How does that make sense?”

“Oh, but a werewolf does?” Anni bites back and turns to the computer screen, “Plus, look at all this other stuff. Enhanced speed, strength, and stamina; Scott doesn’t have any of those. He has asthma, Stiles.”

“He made first line today, Anni,” he says, looking up at the girl. Her jaw drops in surprise as Stiles continues, “When was the last time you saw him use his inhaler, huh?”

Anni goes to respond but takes a moment to think. The things I saw when I was trying to sleep…a wolf kept showing up. Could it be…? She looks over at Stiles, who’s still waiting for her response. Should I tell him? Before she could decide, Stiles stood and walked over to his printer, picking up a picture of a werewolf fully transformed under a full moon. He walks back over to Anni, showing her the picture.

“The full moon’s tonight, NiNi,” he says, leaning down to look into her eyes.

Anni lifts her head to look up at Stiles, registering what he said. “You think…he’s gonna transform? Into this?” she motions to the picture. Her eyes fill with concern, and Stiles frowns. He places a hand under her chin and lifts her head to meet his eyes.

“Hey, hey, it’s fine, okay? We’ll figure it out. We just have to get Scott to drop the party tonight. Then, we’ll figure it out from there, okay?” he says comfortingly, as the raven-haired girl nods.

The two continue to look into each other’s eyes when a knock sounds on Stiles’ bedroom door. It startles them into realizing how close they’re standing, and both immediately jump back. Stiles moves to open his door, and Anni sits in his desk chair. Both of them are slightly red in the face. Stiles opens his door to find Scott standing there, checking the time on his phone. “Get in,” Stiles says, closing the door behind Scott as he walks in. Anni nervously plays with the ring on her middle finger as Scott looks down at her, confused.

“You gotta see this thing. I’ve been reading websites, books, all this information,” Stiles says as Scott sets his backpack on the floor by Stiles’ bed, his eyes widening as he sees all the paper covering the floor and desk.

“How much Adderall have you had today?” Scott asked, much to Stiles’ chagrin and Anni’s amusement.

“A lot, why does everyone keep asking me this,” Stiles shakes his head before changing the subject, “Doesn’t matter, okay? Just listen.”

Scott takes a seat on Stiles’ bed, shooting a confused look at his sister, who avoids his eyes. “Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?”

Stiles shakes his head, “No, they’re still questioning people. Even Derek Hale.”

“Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day?”

“Yeah,” Anni said, “But, Stiles wasn’t there something else you wanted to say to Scott…?” Anni sent a look at Stiles, one that read to return to the subject.

“Yes, yes, Right, yes, okay. Remember the joke from the other day?” Stiles looks nervous about what he's going to say next, which only gets worse when Scott shakes his head, not knowing where Stiles is going with this.

“Y’know? Awooo?” Anni adds helpfully, making little claw movements with her hands. “Not a joke anymore. The wolf, the bite in the woods…I started doing all this reading,” Stiles stands to his feet, already sidetracked from his original point. “Do you even know why a wolf howls?”

“Should I?” Scott asks, looking concernedly between his best friend and sister.

“It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em.”

“A whole pack of wolves?”

“No-werewolves,” Stiles finally gets to the point in his typically blunt fashion. Anni let out an exasperated sigh at his tactless approach, slamming her head down on his desk.

Scott, thinking this is just an elaborate joke on Stiles' part, starts to get irritated as he stands to his feet, “Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour.” Stiles and Anni exchanged panicked looks, the latter rising to her feet in alarm. Scott picks up his backpack and gets ready to leave, but Stiles grabs him by the arm with one hand and presses his other against his chest so that he's forced to stay where he is while he tries to convince Scott that he's telling the truth.

“I saw you on the field today, Scott, okay? What you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible,” Stiles said, attempting to push his friend back onto the bed.

Scott tries to shrug off Stiles’ accusation and once again tries to leave, “Yeah, so I made a good shot.”

“No, you made an incredible shot! I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes? Y'know, people can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision, and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore.”

“Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow.” At the sound of his statement, Stiles and Anni become panicked, both for Scott’s safety and that of the people around him.

“You can’t!” the two exclaim at the same time, “Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon’s tonight. Don’t you get it?” Stiles blurts out, trying to explain how dire the situation was.

Scott gets so upset he starts to stutter as he argues with the two, “What are you two trying to do? I-I just made first line. I-I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you guys trying to ruin it?” He turns to face Anni, “And, you. Are you seriously going along with this? You know how important this is to me!”

“Scott, we’re not trying to ruin anything for you, we’re trying to help!” Anni says, looking up at her brother with a hurt expression at his accusation. She takes a deep breath before continuing in a softer tone of voice, “You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak.”

“Bloodlust?” Scott asks dryly, unimpressed with this “intervention”.

“Yeah, your urge to kill,” Stiles jumps in to explain.

“I’m already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles,” Scott says irritably.

Stiles frantically grabs The History of Lycanthropy book off of his desk and starts reading aloud from it in an attempt to convince Scott that he is becoming a werewolf, “You gotta hear this-- ‘The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.’ All right?”

“I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date,” Anni says frantically. Scott scoffs, attempting to grab his bag to leave.

Before he can grab it, Stiles stands to his feet and starts digging through Scott’s backpack, “I’m gonna call her right now,” he says, finding Scott’s phone. “What are you doing?!” Scott yelps.

“I’m canceling the date,” Stiles says, dialing Allison’s number.

“No, give it to me!”

“Stiles, maybe don’t-” Anni attempts to intervene, only to be ignored by both boys. Scott grabs the phone out of Stiles' hand, dropping it on the floor before shoving Stiles against the wall and raising his right fist, preparing to punch him in the face. However, after taking a deep breath, Scott lets go of Stiles and instead throws his desk chair across the room before coming back to himself. Stiles looks horrified, and Scott immediately begins to regret what he's just gone. He looks to Anni, whose eyes are wide, looking petrified of the boy. He looks at the floor with a shameful expression before muttering to Stiles under his breath.

“I’m sorry. I-I gotta go get ready for that party.” Scott picks up his phone and his backpack and heads for the door, giving Stiles and Anni one last apologetic look before he goes. “I’m sorry.”

Scott leaves, and Stiles lets out a long breath of relief. Anni shakes her head, running both her hands through her curls anxiously. She sees Stiles in peripheral, and turns to face him, concerned. “You okay?” she asks, moving forward to place a comforting hand on his arm while subtly scanning him for any bruises. He nods and pats his hand on top of hers before pushing himself off the wall.

Still clearly upset, Stiles roughly picks up his desk chair and sets it to rights, freezing in horror when he sees that the leather cover on the chair has four long slits on the back that look like claw marks. Anni’s eyes fill with worry after seeing the look on his face, “What? What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering, Stiles turns the chair around, showing Anni the claw marks on the back of the chair. Her eyes widen and she slaps a hand over her mouth in horror. She and Stiles exchange horrified looks.

“We gotta stop him.”

..

Shit. Shit. Shit!

After leaving the party, Scott runs straight home. Scott has just rushed upstairs to his bedroom, where he locks the door before sliding down it into a crouching position. Directly in front of him is his open bedroom window, which gives him a perfect look at the full moon in the sky. Groaning in pain, he stumbles into the attached bathroom and strips out of his jacket and t-shirt before climbing into the bathtub and turning on the shower so that hot water pours over him. This seems to give him some momentary relief until he suddenly grits his teeth in pain and anxiously rubs his right hand over his face to try to distract himself from it. He seems to get a headache from his extra-heightened senses and grips the sides of the bathtub. Suddenly, his fingers start to ache, and when he looks down at the palms of his water-swollen hands, he is horrified to see his fingernails growing into long, sharp claws. Frantically getting out of the shower, Scott looks in the mirror over the medicine cabinet and is even more overwhelmed to find his canine teeth growing into fangs and his irises glowing a bright gold color. Just then, a loud pounding knock is heard on his bedroom door. Scott runs back to his bedroom, where he presses his forehead and torso against the inside of the door.

“Go away!” Scott growls, body contorting in more pain. Another knock, this time more frantic, is heard before the visitors identify themselves.

“Scott? It’s me and Stiles,” Anni says, biting her lip, and exchanging nervous looks with said boy. Scott, realizing that it’s not his mother, unlocks his door but only allows Stiles and Anni to open it a few inches so that they can hear him but not see him. Scott continues to lean his forehead against the door as he struggles to control his breathing. “Let us in, Scott. We can help,” Anni pleads.

The thought of them getting closer to him causes him to panic, as he's afraid of what will happen. Instead, Scott, lisping slightly due to his fangs, begs the two to leave instead. “No! Listen, you gotta find Allison.”

“She’s fine, all right? I saw her get a ride from the party. She’s- she’s totally fine, all right?” Stiles rushes out, pushing against the door. It’s no use, Scott’s strength is easily 10x more than Stiles’.

“No, I think I know who it is-” Scott continues, frustrated.

Stiles is too overwhelmed by concern regarding Scott's current situation to pay attention to his protests and instead cuts him off with an exasperated tone of voice, “Dude, just let us in! We can try–”

Scott, in an effort to get Stiles to understand what he's trying to say, interrupts him as well, “--It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf! He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods.”

Stiles and Anni’s eyes widen in horror, both recalling who picked up Allison from the party. “Scott…Derek’s the one who drove Allison home from the party…” Anni said, attempting to think of some plan to help both Scott and Allison. Scott processes this for a short moment before he quickly shuts the door and locks it again. Out in the hallway, Stiles rattles the doorknob, and when he can't open the door, Anni starts to pound on it with her fist in an attempt to be let back in. “SCOTT!” the two yell, trying to get him to see reason.

Scott has just opened the window to his second-floor bedroom and jumped out. He lands on his feet on the ground below in a three-point stance, splashing in the rain puddle left from the previous night. Scott then completes his transformation into his Werewolf form, complete with a ridged brow, pointed ears, mutton chops, gold glowing eyes, claws, and fangs. Saliva drips from the tips of his elongated canine teeth as he looks up at the full moon and roars. From the hallway in the McCall house, Stiles and Anni hear it, and immediately run down the stairs and into Stiles’ Jeep, driving after Scott.

..

The duo arrives at the Argent house, where the two immediately jump out of the Jeep and run to the front door. Stiles frantically rings the doorbell, clenching his hands into fists and tapping his foot nervously. “Come on, come on…”

Anni reaches out to grasp his right hand and gently rubs her thumb over it to calm the boy down. Stiles glances down at their entwined hands and squeezes her hand gently. Victoria Argent comes to the door, opening it to find the two overwhelmed teenagers.

Anni clears her throat and begins, “Hi, Mrs. Argent. Um- You have no idea who we are. We’re, uh, friends of your daughter’s. And, uh-” she stumbles over her words, looking to Stiles for assistance.

“Uhhh, look, this is gonna sound kind of crazy, um…really crazy, actually. You know what? Crazy doesn’t even describe-” Victoria looks at Stiles as though he’s stupid before turning and shouting up the staircase.

“Allison! It’s for you!” she yells. Alison walks onto the balcony at the top of the staircase, looking perfectly fine, though she is no longer wearing her black blazer. Stiles and Anni look flabbergasted by the sight of her, and Allison looks confused as to why the two look so panicked.

..

After the brief and extremely awkward confrontation with the Argents, the two teenagers retreat into Stiles’ Jeep. He pulls out of the driveway, and down the road, pulling over once they get far enough away from the house to take a breather. Anni stares straight ahead, trying to process the entire evening. Stiles takes a deep breath, cleansing his system…and then slams his head straight down on the wheel, causing an extremely loud and long beep. It startles Anni out of her stupor, who looks to her left at the exhausted boy next to her. Unexpectedly, she begins to laugh. Stiles lifts his head from the steering wheel to give her a strange look, which only makes her laugh harder.

“Oh, great, you’re delirious,” Stiles says, exasperated.

“I’m not,” Anni gets out in between her laughter, “It’s just…if I don’t laugh, I might burst into tears.” Stiles looked concerned for a moment, but found that he related to this sentiment, and nodded his head. After Anni finished laughing, she smiled at the boy sitting next to her.

“Y’know, the two of us make a pretty good team, huh?” she says, nudging Stiles with her elbow. He looks over at her and snorts.

“How does that make sense? We failed. Scott’s still out there doing…whatever the fuck it is that werewolves do on a full moon. Probably chewing on some poor 18-year-old gas station employee.”

“Yeah, butttt…” Anni says, “It could’ve been worse?” she sheepishly offers, shrugging her shoulders.

The two make eye contact, frowning for a moment. Then, they bust out in laughter, looking out at the road ahead of them. “Yeah, yeah. I guess you’re right,” Stiles says, shifting the car into drive. The two sit in comfortable silence as Stiles drives Anni home, occasionally sneaking glances at each other while the other isn’t looking.

..

Scott is walking along the side of the road, still wearing only his jeans from the night before and cradling his now-healed left forearm with his right arm, when Stiles' Jeep pulls up next to him to pick him up. Scott gets into the backseat before putting on Stiles' jacket.

“You look like a bum,” Anni adds kindly from the passenger seat. Stiles snorts at this, nodding in agreement. Scott sighs, and leans back against the car seat, shutting his eyes.

“You know what actually worries me the most?” Scott asks. The teens in the front of the car narrow their eyes at him through the rearview mirror.

“If you say, Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head,” Stiles said, Anni, nodding vigorously at his statement, already forming a fist with her right hand.

“She probably hates me now,” Scott whines, sliding lower in the seat.

“Ugh. I doubt that. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or, you know, you could just tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin' werewolf,” Stiles says, looking behind at Scott, who has just shot him a look and begins to backpedal from that statement. “Okay, bad idea. Hey, we'll get through this. Come on, if I have to, I'll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice.” Scott gives him another look, only this time, it’s more confused than annoyed.

“I’ll order the chains,” Anni says fake seriously, whipping out her phone.

“I had a boa once, I could do it,” Stiles adds reassuringly.

..

Andddddd, that’s all folks! I’ll see you for episode 2!

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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.

{This is my side blog so I'll be answering comments under the username @marie-sworld}

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y/n.stilinski told liam he had small muscles and now he’s trying to prove me wrong😋

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↳ scottymccall me? no way! keep me out of this!

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y/n.stilinski if you look close enough you can see a wild scott mccall lurking in the distance

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itslydiamartin i wonder who took this?🤔

↳ y/n.stilinski definitely wasn’t you lyds…

stilesstilinski you’ll put someone’s eye out with that

↳ y/n.stilinski yeah, it’ll be yours

malialovesdeer this is cool, i like this.

↳ y/n.stilinski thanks mal :)

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y/n.stilinski this is what midnight gaming has turned into

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brett_talbot why wasn’t i invited???

↳ y/n.stilinski for obvious reasons.

↳ liamdunbar because no-one likes you.

kira.yukimura i have so many questions

↳ y/n.stilinski same tbh

itslydiamartin why is there a toilet in the kitchen

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y/n.stilinski just some cool people i know. oh, and stiles is there too🤠

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stilesstilinski you’re so funny y/n

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scottymccall do you two ever stop bullying eachother?

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y/n.stilinski he’s cute ig

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liamdunbar damn right i am

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itslydiamartin y’all are adorable stop

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stilesstilinski cringe

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↳ y/n.stilinski i will punch you in the face

↳ scottymccall now now children.

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 53: Confessions and Doubts

"So. The shadow woman.", Jax starts as Sam sits back down on the table next to her friends. "It has to be a personal thing with her. Whether it's power or just trying to adjust to a modern life, it has to stop.", Sam said.

She pulled out the container Deaton gave her. "She has a physical form in the day. The moment we find her, we have to take her down.", Sam said.

Scott looked at her with wide eyes. "Where'd you get Belladonna?"

She looked at him. "Where do you think? Deaton has everything.", she says. Stiles frowned. "So, we're killing her?"

Sam shrugs. "I don't think this'll be enough to kill her. At least poison her so we can get her to stop."

Scott frowned. "We shouldn't have to kill.", he says. Sam frowned at him. "You haven't learned anything at all, have you? I don't wanna kill her anymore than you do, but she's kidnapped, tormented, and killed people herself. For YEARS."

She sighs. "Deaton believes it's the only choice. Especially if it'll stop all the missing cases."

Scott frowned and turned away. He didn't wanna have to kill. Hell, it might just be out of his element to deal with another supernatural creature like this.

Sam looked at Scott. "I know you don't approve. It's written all over you. If there's a better alternative, then we won't kill her." She frowned in thought. Was there a way she could stop the woman?

This is her element. The shadows. The night.

She felt a hand place itself on her shoulder and looked at Derek. "We're gonna do what we can.", he promised. Sam gave him a soft smile and nodded.

Jax and Jayson looked at the werewolf beside the girl, frowning at the interaction.

"Just let us know where to look when you get a sense. She has to be somewhere in Beacon Hills and most likely hasn't left anywhere.", Jax said.

"There's no way we're gonna look for every old woman or preppy girl in town.", Liam says. "It's too much."

Sam sighed, looking back at the container in her hand. "I just need to get a pull. She controls the shadows. So do I."

As the younger pack began to leave, Jayson stopped the older werewolf. "Can I talk to you for a minute?", Jayson asked Derek.

Derek frowned. The teens looked at them, readying to step up if need be. Sam frowned at Jayson. Derek turned to them and gave them a reassuring look.

They all left, but Sam. Sam stayed by the door as Jayson led Derek aside. He figured this was coming. He didn't think it'd be soon.

Sam crossed her arms as she leaned on the wall. She tried not to pry into the conversation as she looked at them. What the hell was Jayson's problem? Why Derek? Why's he always getting picked at?

Jayson turned to Derek with a frown. "What's your infatuation with my sister?"

Derek raised his eyebrows. "Nothing's going on." Jayson scoffed. "You think I'm stupid? I smell it all over you."

Derek sighed. "Look, I get what you're trying to say. I'm an older brother too. I'm just looking out for her. She… relies on me. And I appreciate it.", he said. But…

He did feel like there was more. He looked back at Sam who was trying hard not to look so worried.

It was definitely more than that. He can't even explain when it changed. When the way he felt changed.

He looked back at Jayson who's frown was deeper as he looked at his sister. He knew it was more than some crush. He knew more than anyone.

Jayson let out a sigh through his nose. He didn't exactly trust this beta by himself let alone with his sister.

"Just… keep an eye on her. She cares about you.", Jayson says, looking at Derek before glancing at his sister again. "A lot."

He knew. She'd probably kill over him. He could tell by the look in her eyes.

Derek nodded before leaving and walking over to Sam who uncrossed her arms, pushing off of the wall. "What'd he say?", Sam asked.

Derek raised an eyebrow. She wasn't listening in? He shook his head, giving her a small reassuring smile. "Just regular big brother talk.", he said.

Sam frowned in confusion. "I wouldn't know what the hell that means, but I'll take your word for it.", she says as they leave.

Sam went back to Derek's loft, sitting on the floor of his living area. The day began to fall into dusk and it was almost time for Sam to start her sensing.

"So how does this work?", Peter asked from the spiral staircase. Sam sighed. "I've been testing myself on shadow placement. The last time I did it, you were nowhere to be found.", she explained.

Derek raised an eyebrow in confusion as he sat on the couch. "When's the last time you did it?", he asked.

She turned to him. "Remember when the Oni broke into Scott's house and they stood outside the mountain ash barrier?" He nodded.

"Well, when I was sitting on the floor, I was trying to tell how many were outside and how many were coming just in case we were gonna be trapped the whole night. And after that, I used it when we were looking for the beast.", she explained. "It was like I saw without actually seeing."

"So, like echolocation?", Derek asked. Sam shrugged. "Something like that. I was able to sense other shadows from at least a 5 mile radius.", she said and frowned.

"This time, I have to try all of Beacon Hills. If I can, I'll be able to find her. There's not anyone who just has a way to get off of my radar.", she said, determined.

Peter smirked. "Except me.", he said, smugly. Speaking of…

She turned to him. "While we're on that discussion, where the hell were you while we were dealing with the dread doctors?", she asked.

Peter shrugged. "Taking a break. Trying to live." Before he could continue, Derek stepped in. "Scott threw him in the Eichen House.", he said, making Sam's eyes widen in realization. Peter frowned at his nephew.

"That's why I couldn't sense you.", she said. Derek looked at her questionably. "The whole place is practically buried in Mountain ash.", she exaggerated. "It dulled our senses until we got out of there."

Peter scoffed at the memory. "I couldn't break out by myself. There was a power issue and I took the chance to run."

Sam frowned at him. "That was us. Even after that, you didn't bother to help?"

Peter looked at her in disbelief. "I'm sorry, am I supposed to just drop everything and rescue a couple of brats that give me nothing but grief and gray hairs?"

"It didn't even have to be all of us, but Malia is still your kid. You could've helped us for her.", Sam says, making Peter sigh.

"We went through hell and she did too, having to fight her mom. Also, by the way, both of you have very questionable taste in women.", she expressed with wide eyes.

Peter scoffed. "Does that include you as well?" Sam looked at him in confusion while Derek looked at him with wide, glaring eyes.

"Nevermind, Samantha.", Peter dismissed with a sly smile, well aware of his nephew's sign to get him to shut up.

Sam rolled her eyes. "Anyways, like I said, questionable taste.", she said. Derek relaxed back on the couch. "Yeah, we know.", he dismissed as she turned back to her book on the floor.

Sam took a deep breath and let it out as she closed her eyes, the familiar crescent moon appearing on her forehead.

The older Hales watched as the girl concentrated on how far her senses would take her through the nightly wind and each twinkling star that sparkled above Beacon Hills.

Just one pull… all she needs is one pull. She could feel the stretch and strain of her powers trying to reach each and every being in town, but the sensation was beginning to give her a headache.

Derek picked up his phone as he looked at the time. It was already midnight. How long was it supposed to take?

Derek frowned as he looked at the girl in front of him then at his uncle who gave him the same concerned look. They looked back at the girl as black blood began to drip out her nose.

Was that normal?

She tried her best, trying to listen for every sound that resonated in the town. Just when she thought she was getting some progress, she heard a muffled sound and felt Derek's hands shaking her shoulders. "-am! Sam! Stop!", she heard. Her eyes popped open as she looked at him in bewilderment.

"W-What? What??", she says, concerned. Derek frowned. Peter handed him a paper towel and Derek pressed the paper to her nose, wiping what he could, before letting her pinch her nose with it.

"Was that supposed to happen?", Peter asked. "Nosebleeds?", Sam asked nasally as she looked at the bloody paper. It hasn't happened before…

"I don't think you should strain yourself if that's what's happening. Take it easy.", Derek said.

She frowned, pressing her nose again. "I was getting close, though. I think I almost made it into the shopping center."

Derek shook his head. "If that's as far as you can go, then it's as far as you can go.", he says. Sam sighed and nodded, instantly wincing as she felt her head throb.

Derek took her hand, taking away the pain and letting it dissipate for both of them. She gave him a thankful smile.

"Well, I think that's enough for one night, don't you?", Peter says, grabbing his things and leaves the two alone.

Sam frowned as she looked out the big window. "I was so close. Where the hell did this nosebleed come from? I've never had to deal with that.", she complains.

Derek sighed as he went to wash his hands. "Well, you haven't exactly overexerted yourself. At least, not that I know of?", he says, raising an eyebrow at her.

She scoffed, dismissively. "I haven't."

"Uh huh.", Derek mutters.

She sighed, her eyes suddenly drooping. She grumbled as she got up, rubbing her eyes. "Figured you'd be tired after all that. Want me to drive you home?", Derek asked, drying his hands.

She shook her head and went to lay on the couch. "I'm just gonna take a little nap.", she mumbled.

He let out a chuckle. "You might as well just sleep til morning.", he said and walked to his room to get dressed in comfier clothes.

As he got finished, he took out the same graphic shirt Sam lended to him and set it on his bed, walking back to the sleeping girl.

He gently shook her awake, softly chuckling at her whine of complaint. “C’mon. You don’t need to sleep on the couch.”, Derek said. Sam groaned and slowly sat up. As semi-comfortable the couch was, she did prefer something better.

He helped her up and led her to his bed where she saw her old shirt. She blinked.

She forgot she had lended it to him. How could she have forgotten anyhow? That’s how everything started anyways.

They’d come a long way since then.

Derek gave her some privacy as she switched shirts and waited until Sam crawled into his bed. Once her head hit the pillows, she frowned as her thoughts consumed her once more.

She was comfortable in the bed, of course. It was just… she wasn't comfortable with the thought of laying in the same bed as his previous partners. Especially the one that tried to kill her, her friends and family.

She couldn't blame him. Still wouldn't. He was tricked. He was in love.

He got his heart stomped and corrupted by someone who had a savior complex and was completely psychotic.

She was definitely pretty…when she wasn't psychotic or in her other form.

And then there was the other one. Braeden.

Sam didn't really have anything against Braeden at all. Other than the fact that she practically threatened to kill her friends before, but otherwise she had nothing against her.

She was definitely beautiful. Even her scar couldn't tarnish her beauty. Sam supposed that's what drew Derek to her. She was confident.

Sam didn't have that. Sam didn't have the quick agility Braeden has. She wasn't lean and small. 

She wasn't confident, she just went with the flow when she had to. She'd put on a brave face, but otherwise, she's not as brave as she makes herself out to be. She doesn't walk with a purpose. She isn't prissy or prim.

She isn't exactly graceful or sharp witted. She could get strong willed at times, but she believed that's all she had going for her. She stood out, but not in a way she would want.

She wrapped her arms around her sides. The ones she couldn't find as attracting as they could've been. She didn't have much to worry about when she was on the lacrosse team.

She didn't bother with the insults and hardships she had to deal with as far as Jackson's bullying. She appreciated Coach's defense when he found out about it the first time. He didn't give Sam a hard time. He appreciated her for having guts to join the team and didn't treat her any different.

But… It made her feel like she still didn't belong.

Why? Why couldn't she be more like the girls she knew…? Why couldn't she have dressed up the way they did and become confident in the way she'd look?

Curling up a bit, she swallowed, blinking away her glossy eyes.

She's had all these feelings before these stressful years and she thought she moved on. Why are they coming back so strongly…?

While she tried swallowing the negative feelings that bottled up so suddenly, Derek could smell the self-degradation from the living area.

Why did her mood suddenly shift? What was wrong? Was she uncomfortable? Should he have driven her home?

Shit…

He peeks into his room where he sees the girl curled up in the bed. He frowned and cautiously walked over to her.

As he walked closer, he could see that she wasn't even looking at him, so instead of getting any closer, he called for her attention. "Hey."

She glanced at him, blinking away unshed tears and adjusting her head to look at him. She gave him a short smile. "Hey."

He took that as his confirmation to get closer. "You okay?", he asked. She nodded and he sighed. "Of course," He got on the other side of the bed and sat. "You know I can still tell when you're lying, right? You're not good at hiding your feelings from me."

She turned over to him, frowning. "Then why'd you ask?" He shrugs. "Was kinda expecting you to tell the truth."

She sighs through her nose. He frowned. "What's really wrong? Did you wanna go home?", he asked. She looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. What made him think that?

She shook her head. "No. I was just doing some dumb thinking.", she mumbled. "You wanna tell me what you're thinking about?", he asked.

She curled into herself more. He didn't press her for any more information, but he was still curious. He wanted to make her feel better.

This stupid twinge in his side was bothering him, but he wanted to make her feel better instead. Maybe it'd take the pain away.

"It's stupid. You'd laugh.", Sam said. Derek scoffed. "Since when have I laughed at your misfortune?"

"… Never.", Sam mumbled and he nodded. "Exactly."

She sighed and uncurled herself. "It's just… why do you put up with me?", she asked.

He gave her a confused look, instantly making her explain. "You take care of me, you defend me, you try to make me feel better when things seem hopeless. You make me feel better about myself when I'm around you,"

Her cheeks grew hot as her eyebrows furrowed. "You even kissed me on the head a few times. I just… I don't know what to make of it or what it means."

Derek listened silently as she continued. "Not that it makes me uncomfortable.", she clarified.

"It's the complete opposite, really. I just can't help but wonder if you're doing it to make me feel better rather it being sincere affection, I guess.", she mumbles, curling up a bit.

Derek raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I'm doing that insincerely?"

Sam doesn't meet his eyes. "Well… because I'm not the type guys would normally give affection to.", she mutters with quick raised eyebrows.

Derek's eyebrows furrowed. "You're not the type?" Sam nods, despite remembering her conversation with Isaac. She was still so unsure.

It was confusing for her too.

"I'm not like Braeden or that damn Darach. I even envied Lydia at one point because she's so damn pretty.", she scoffed.

Derek frowned softly whilst the girl avoided his gaze. "How long have you been feeling like this…?"

She gave a humorless chuckle. "Since forever?", she shrugged.

"No guy wanted to like me or had a crush on me and they all treated me like trash so I did the only thing I thought was right. I fought back, but I think it just made it worse. I ended up putting myself in a bubble where guys would think I was more masculine than them and they'd test their strengths on me by pushing me around.", she confessed.

She looked at him. "Of course, Scott and Stiles were on my side, and I always defended them too. I think that made me more of a target for both girls and boys. I wasn't pretty or skinny enough or feminine and petite enough to satisfy either and get them off my back."

Derek frowned deeply. "That's where this is coming from? You think I feel bad for you?" Sam dropped her eyes. This is what she also feared.

She didn't want to make him upset because of the way she felt.

Derek sensed her sudden scent of fear and sighed. He was getting too worked up himself. He was always popular when he was in school.

He didn't have to worry about whether or not he wasn't attractive enough considering every entire female student body fawned over him.

He only came to some difficulty when he fell for Paige. Paige treated him like he was just any other student in the school. She didn't put him on a pedestal and he was appreciative.

But now as he's hearing about this from another perspective, it did make him feel bad in a way. He hadn't realized that was something she was going through.

"Sam, I don't do what I do because I feel bad for you. I do care about you, really.", he promised. She looked up at him and he held out his hand.

She looked at it before holding out her own, and grasped it as she sat up. The tangy scent of her self doubt was slowly dissipating.

"You don't have to be like Lydia or like Braeden. And plus, that Darach's form wasn't even her true form, so there's no comparison.", he says, and lifts her gaze.

"I'd never ask you to change yourself. Never.", he quietly declares. She drops her head as she swallows back her tears.

He gave her a soft smile as he rubbed his thumb along her knuckles. "What can I do to make you see that?"

She gave a chuckle as she smiled a watery smile, "You do more than I ever wished for. It was just my stupid doubts. I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about.", he assures.

He pulled her in a hug, rubbing his hand on her back comfortably. "I do what I do because I don't want to rush you into anything. I don't want you to become me.", he says and Sam immediately knew what he meant.

"I'm taking my time because I want you to be sure. Absolutely sure. You still got your whole life ahead of you and could change your mind at any time. I don't wanna be in the way when that happens.", he confessed.

Sam let out a soft scoff. "I think it'll be a long time before I change my mind."

Derek smiled. "And I'll be here for you even after that.", he says and presses his lips on her forehead once more.

[perseephoneee]

(For Ficmas 2023) Isaac Lahey and cookie decorating

cookie decorating (isaac lahey x f!reader) {ficmas 2023}

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 12 of ficmas!

warnings: allusions to sex

a/n: its christmas eve! this one is short but i wanted to keep it sweet and to the point. thank you guys so much for joining me in this journey to write 12 fics in 24 days (honestly exhausting, but i'm happy I did it). reminder that my requests are open, and to join my taglist if you want to read more of my work in the future. i have a couple requested fics that i need to work on, but i'm hoping to start having a regular posting schedule for you guys in the new year. once again, ily and thank you guys for supporting me always <3

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Before your last school vice principal was killed by one of the many werewolf problems that arose in Beacon Hills, the high school didn’t have as many “school spirit” events. There were the typical ones, but truthfully, not a lot. But then, the high school needed a new vice principal, and suddenly, Beacon Hills High School was experiencing an influx of school-wide events. Some of them were incredibly stupid, annoying, and trivial, but occasionally there would be one that would excite all the students. This was one of those times. 

“I am happy to announce that for the holiday season, we will be doing a series of competitions centered around winter,” Mr. Bean, the new vice principal, announced at a school assembly one morning. You almost skipped it but were caught by Coach Finstock in the hall before you could sneak out. Your boyfriend, Isaac, was asleep next to you. “They will be non-denominational, of course. But what is the prize, you ask? After careful consideration, it was decided that the team that gets the most wins out of the twelve contests will get automatic As for the winter break homework– that’s right, a free pass!”

That got the students awake, chatter filling the auditorium as students daydreamed about not having to do any work over the break. You also perked up. Even though you were a good student, you never got an actual vacation with how things went in your life, and your brain almost couldn’t process all the reading and napping you’d get done if you didn’t have any homework. 

“Isaac,” you hissed, slapping your boyfriend in the arm. He groaned as you awoke him. “We are entering this.” He looked at you in confusion as you explained the competition to him. That seemed to wake him up. 

“I’m not doing too hot in Chemistry right now, so that’d be great,” he mumbled, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. 

“You told me you were okay!” 

“I lied,” he shrugged, and you slapped him in the arm again. 

“I offered to help you with your homework.”

“I wanted to make out with you instead.” That made you roll your eyes, but you didn’t get the chance to chastise your boyfriend as you finished listening to the rules of the competition. 

The following days went by as pretty much every student in the school participated. Everyone got points for the challenges, and the team with the most points got automatic As. There would be two runner-ups who got Bs. You questioned whether any of this was legal, but your lust for winning overtook the rational part of you. Your competitive nature shined as you and Isaac quickly rose to the top of the leaderboards. Between your book smarts and Isaac’s athletic prowess, you took the contests by storm. There was trivia, a sledding race, a snowman competition, and a relay race. Ethan and Aiden were The only team close to beating you two, which just spurred on Isaac more. Even Scott and Stiles, who had fallen behind since they spent more time arguing like a married couple than cooperating, were rooting for you and Isaac just to see Ethan and Aiden go down. 

The final contest wasn’t anything crazy but required precision and focus. Cookie Decorating. Of course. 

You hunkered down at your house, baking cookies and looking at YouTube tutorials for the best way to decorate cookies. You had some cookies look like ornaments, others like reindeer, and a couple as snowflakes. Unfortunately, Isaac had grown distracted about half an hour into your baking adventure. Which meant he had turned to distracting you. 

“Can we take a break?” he sighed, sitting at your counter as he watched you add frosting to piping bags. 

“We need to turn these in by 4 pm today, so we need to hurry,” you responded, tying off the plastic piping at the top and looking at your sketched designs before adding anything to your cookies. Isaac slid off the stool, standing beside you as he watched you draw careful shapes. You weren’t paying attention to him, so you missed the devilish smirk on his face as an idea came to him. He pushed your hair to one side, standing behind you as he wrapped his arms around your middle. You hummed, still focused on decorating, when he pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder. You became hyperaware of his lips on your skin as he licked a line from your artery to your jaw, hot, open-mouthed kisses following soon after. You bit your lip to stop a gasp from leaving your mouth. “Isaac,” you hissed in warning when he bit down, coaxing a sigh from your lips. 

“Y/N,” he hummed, his hands dipping under your shirt and running up and down your sides. His hands were cold and made you shiver wherever he touched you. 

“You’re being a nuisance,” you whispered, hand shaking as you kept trying to decorate. 

“Take a break,” he smiled against your skin, continuing his ministrations. You tried to calm yourself, but after making another mistake in decorating, you growled in frustration and turned around in his arms. 

“You’re obnoxious,” you muttered, back pressed against the counter as Isaac had you cornered. He just smiled, leaning down to kiss you as he had you caged against the counter. You let him kiss you, hands running up his arms, tangling in his hair. You let him take you to your bedroom, make love to you, and effectively distract you. And when he was done being needy, you went back to finish decorating the cookies, wearing just his shirt and underwear, even letting him steal one when he thought you weren’t looking. 

You ended up winning the competition, much to the chagrin of Ethan and Aiden, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you spent winter break in peace with Isaac.