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Kinktober ⛓️ Day 20

Word Count: 3.1K Paring:  Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Foodplay WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), food play, oral (male and female receiving)

Summary: Stiles Stilinski is forgetful. Everyone knows that, but no one more than his girlfriend (Y/N). There have been far too many occasions where the boy has forgotten special events or details for her to be mad when he fails to mention they have only one afternoon to bake a hundred cupcakes for a bake sale. And, instead of growing angry, she goes down a sweet turn.

A/N: I should be ashamed how long it has taken me to finish this damn series, but at least we are one step closer. Hopefully I finish before october 🫣🫣

MASTERLIST

In hindsight, volunteering to make a hundred cupcakes for a fundraising bake sale wasn’t the best idea. Even if it was for the lacrosse team, it sort of ended in disaster. Sweet, sweet disaster. 

It was the first time since Stiles had been on the team that the lacrosse Cyclones had made it to the state competition, and they were not ready for the financial toll it would take. Since Jackson had left the school, most of the sports teams had their budgets slashed, as the Whittmores felt no need to continue contributing to their son’s extracurriculars. 

However, the kids at Beacon Hills High School were nothing if not resilient, and they were determined to get the team to Santa Barbara. 

Somehow, the idea of a bake sale made its way to the top of the fundraising list, and everyone and their mother had to come up with an item to bring to the school. Somehow, Stiles had roped him and (Y/N) into baking a hundred cupcakes by Monday morning, and it just so happened that it was Sunday afternoon. 

It wasn’t the first time Stiles had gotten them in a pressing situation—most times, it was more life and death, but nevertheless, still pressing. The worst part was, he’d only just told his girlfriend two hours before they had to get to work. The pair had quite a long night ahead of them. Not that (Y/N) wasn’t used to it. 

If the girl ever said that Stiles forgetting crucial details was a sporadic event, she’d be lying. In the years they had known each other, it had become a staple in their relationship. Even when they were only friends, she’d had to make sure anything they were meant to do was told to her first, or else she’d only find out when it was too late.

(Y/N) didn’t mind, though. She understood that the boy’s brain had always been riddled with far too many thoughts, and juggling it all could be quite frustrating. That’s why, when he woke her from her Sunday morning sleep-in, she simply said she’d shower, change, and head to his house. The girl knew he hadn’t done it in malice, so there was no point in being angry at him. At least he had remembered. 

Thankfully, the journey wasn’t long since all she had to do was walk to the house next door. But she did notice the lack of a sheriff cruiser on the driveway. Only Stiles’ blue Jeep stood there, a layer of dirt gathered on the paint. Not only were they meant to bake a hundred cupcakes and decorate them, but they had to do it by themselves. And (Y/N) could only laugh at the situation. 

“Stiles, I’m here,” she called out as she walked into his house as she had done a million times before. “I hope you’ve already gotten started.”

“Well, about that,” he chuckled awkwardly. It wasn’t until the girl walked into his kitchen that she saw he had only gone as far as getting the groceries they needed. “I didn’t know where to start, so I was waiting for you to get here.” 

“This is gonna be a long night, huh?” she sighed with a smile as the boy nodded. “Alright then. Let’s get to work.” 

In a matter of minutes, (Y/N) had set a game plan for the pair. She divided the ingredients into four stations for the four flavors they’d be doing, making sure that each recipe was visible and easy to follow. The last thing they needed were more setbacks. They only had so many hours to do 25 cupcakes of each flavor and make sure they were cool enough to be decorated. Everything had to be done precisely as written. 

And for the first couple of hours, it had worked. Stiles and (Y/N) were working together like a well-oiled machine. While one mixed, the other served. While one set the timer, the other cleaned. It was all coming together nicely—too nicely. 

It was only a matter of time before disaster struck. 

Stiles had started to grow angsty with the repetitive tasks, his veins itching for more spontaneity. He knew he had brought this upon himself. Worse even, he had brought it upon (Y/N) as well, who, for some reason, never seemed annoyed with his constant brain scatters. Since he had known her, she had always been understanding of the way his brain worked. Where others would have chastised or criticized him, she took the time to ground him. It had been one of the many reasons he found himself falling in love with her. No matter how many times he would screw up, she was always supportive and sympathetic, finding ways to help him rather than bring him down. 

And that afternoon was no different. 

They were merely done with the vanilla cupcakes when Stiles had begun to grow bored. (Y/N) had instructed him to put away the dirty bowls and whisks used for that flavor before they started on the chocolate ones, but all he could think about was the chocolate syrup he had bought to drizzle on top of the dessert. His mind filled with some very unhygienic ways he could use the sweet liquid and where he could use it. 

Suddenly, as though she had been reading his mind, the girl took the bottle and let it stream into her mouth. A few drops landed on her chin, and she wiped them up with her fingers before popping the digits back into her mouth. There was no subtext to it. Just a girl enjoying chocolate syrup. 

But in Stiles’ everything was different. Wind was blowing her hair back, the lights had dimmed, and sensual music played in the background, all in slow motion. He was turned away from (Y/N) at the sink when he felt his erection press against the zipper of his pants, making for a very uncomfortable position as he washed the dishes. Stiles moved his legs from side to side, pressing his knees together as he searched for some much-needed friction. 

But to (Y/N), he looked like he had been holding his pee in for the past few hours. “If you have to go to the bathroom, you can, Stiles,” she chuckled as she slithered her arms around his waist, grinning as he stiffened under her touch. “I don’t mind cleaning this up.” 

“Oh, uh, that’s not it,” he stammered awkwardly. “I don’t really have to pee.” 

“You can take a break if you want, then,” she said. “I know this is not the most thrilling task. At least, not compared to chasing down supernatural creatures. But you still made the compromise, so we have to get this done tonight.” 

“Yeah, I know,” he continued fidgeting. His front was pressed against the counter, trying his best to keep his hardening bulge from her sight. “I just need a second.” 

(Y/N) noticed the way Stiles froze against the counter, not even turning to give her a kiss on the cheek like he normally did. Instead, he washed the same bowl three times before noticing that he had yet to take another dish. His legs were pressed together, and his knees buckled back and forth in search of… friction, she realized. Her boyfriend was sporting a raging hard-on while they baked cookies. 

She couldn’t fathom what about their situation had turned him on. They were covered in flour from their hair to their clothes, they had been standing for a couple of hours, and they hadn’t as much as touched hands since they had begun working. But the sweet taste in her mouth reminded her of what she had done only a few minutes before. The image of (Y/N) dripping chocolate into her mouth sparked a vivid picture in the boy’s head, and he succumbed to his wild imagination. 

Any other girl would have ignored their boyfriend’s problem and focused on their long task. They had no time to waste, and certainly not many ingredients to spare. But (Y/N) wasn’t any other person, and she couldn’t let such a moment pass her by. For that split second, she thanked her lucky stars the Sherriff had gone to work, and the couple had the whole house to themselves. Things were about to get messy, and the carpet in his bedroom was hard to clean. 

“Are you, by chance, turned on right now, baby?” (Y/N) purred in his ear as she ran her hands up his chest. “Are you seriously thinking about sex when we have so much to do?” 

“I, uh, well, you know,” he stammered. “Things happen.”

“And what happened, Stiles?” she continued, sliding her hands now downward and landing on his cock. She squeezed it softly, chuckling as he whined at the touch. “What got you all hot and bothered?” 

“Oh, uh, n-nothing really,” he replied. (Y/N) unhanded him then, allowing him to let out a breath of relief. “You know us teenage boys and our hair-thin trigger.”

“Right,” the girl said. “Turn around, Stiles.”

“I’m quite good here,” Stiles chuckled awkwardly. “I just need a minute.”

“Stiles, baby,” she called. “Turn around. I need to see you.

Once he did, he regretted not turning around sooner. Behind him, (Y/N) stood in nothing but her underwear, a mischievous grin adorning her face. In one hand, she held the bottle of syrup that had started it all. In the other, a can of whipped cream. And all Stiles could do was groan as his already painfully hard erection pressed against the seam of his jeans. 

“W-what are you doing, (Y/N)?” he swallowed hard. “We, uh… you, uh…” 

“I told you, babe,” she smirked. “You need a break.” 

Stiles didn’t need to be told twice as he crossed the room to reach her. He took the image of her in, running his eyes from her head to her toes, as though he had never seen her in that way before. And, well, to him, that’s what it always felt like. (Y/N) was everything he had ever dreamed of, and most of the time, he felt like he had fallen asleep and never woken up when he was with her. 

“You seem very intrigued by this bottle of chocolate, Stiles,” she teased, giggling softly as he placed his hands on her hips. “Is there something you wanna tell me? Maybe a little kink we’ve never explored before.” 

“I didn’t know I had it until today,” the boy confessed. “The thought just popped into my head, and now, well, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.” 

“So, what do you want to do with this, baby?” (Y/N) whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Tell me what you want.” 

A groan escaped Stiles as she pressed her body against his, his hands exploring the exposed skin of her hips. The cupcakes were long forgotten, and all he could focus on was the excitement he felt to fulfill the fantasy he had dreamed of only a few minutes before. “Whatever you want,” he said. “I don’t care where you use it as long as I get to lick it off your body.” 

“You’re giving me so much freedom,” she smiled. “Hope you don’t regret it later.” 

“I don’t think I could ever regret anything that has to do with you, babe.” 

“Well then, let’s start you off slow.” (Y/N) unhanded Stiles before letting a stream of chocolate fall into her mouth, allowing a bit to drip down her chin and neck. “Oh, no! I’ve made a mess of myself.” 

Laughing at her overexaggerated acting, Stiles licked his lips before running his tongue from her neck up to her chin, reveling in the taste of her skin mixed with the chocolate. Mixing food with sex had never been something he had thought to do, but after the first taste, he wondered why it had taken him so long to do so.

The way (Y/N) sighed as he licked away the liquid made his cock twitch in his pants, yearning for a touch he knew would take time. And he didn’t mind. Especially after his girlfriend removed her bra and let the bottle of syrup drip down her chest, exciting him even further. 

He seemed like a starved man as he feasted on the girl’s breasts, making sure not a single drop of chocolate was left. He lapped at her skin, traveling the expanse of her chest before landing on the hardened peaks of her breasts. He nipped and sucked as he teased her, chuckling softly as she moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair. Chocolate on (Y/N)’s skin shouldn’t have excited him as much as it did, but he would risk a cavity if it meant tasting her this way every chance he got. 

Even though (Y/N) had been the one to initiate contact, it didn’t take long for Stiles to take control of the situation. As he kissed his way down her stomach, he hooked his fingers through the elastic of her underwear and pulled it off until she was completely exposed to him. Then, he took the bottle from her hand and let it drip on her skin until it reached her cunt. His eyes were trained on the drops of brown that stained her body, watching as it slowly moved. 

Before it could reach the ground, Stiles licked it up, groaning as he tasted her wetness mixed with the sweetness of the chocolate. If he had ever questioned what the nectar of the gods tasted like, after that afternoon, he’d gotten his answer. He lapped at her core like a starving man, acting as though she was his first and last meal. 

(Y/N) braced herself with the counter behind her as Stiles hooked one of her legs on his shoulder for better access to her cunt. He teased her clit with his tongue, the syrup long gone but the sweetness forever lingering. He circled the bundle of nerves with the tip, applying just enough pressure to have her panting and moaning. 

“Fuck, baby,” she groaned. “I’m so close.”

All Stiles could do was send vibrations through her body with a chuckle. He wanted her to come undone in his mouth, to have her knees buckle under the weight of the orgasm he was giving her. Because, regardless of where he was lacking, the Stilinski boy was always giving. 

He was relentless in his pursuit of her climax, sucking and flicking, waiting for the tell-tale signs that she was reaching her end. Signs that weren’t too far behind as he continued his attack. She threaded her fingers back into his hair, pulling at the strands while she pushed his head tight against her until, with a loud shriek of his name, she came. 

She pulled him to his feet as she recovered, crashing her lips onto his. She tasted herself in his mouth and moaned at the mix with the chocolate. “That was…,” the girl panted with a laugh. “Who knew you’d be this excited over a little chocolate?”

“Well, you know I’ve always had a bit of a sweet tooth,” he grinned. “I’m just surprised it took this long for us to do something like this.”

“Oh, and we’re not done yet,” she said. In a swift move, (Y/N) flipped them over, pressing Stiled against the counter as she reached for the can of whipped cream behind them. “It’s your turn, baby.”

“What’re you…?”

Before he could continue, the girl’s hands were unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down his legs, his boxers following in tow. She smiled as his erection sprung free, red and wet from the anticipation. Poor thing looked like it was ready to burst. And who was she to deny it the touch it was yearning for? 

With a playful smile on her face, (Y/N) took hold of the base of his cock, chuckling as he took in a sharp breath at the touch. She then squirted a line of cream on his length, licking the excess from the tip of the can before turning back to Stiles. The boy stared at her with giddy anticipation, trembling as she hovered over him. Her breath tickled his skin, making his body erupt in goosebumps as he waited for her to move.

And, as much as she wanted to toy with him, (Y/N) knew how long he had already been waiting for, and they still had so much to do. So, instead of making him work for it, she swirled the tip of her tongue around Stiles’ cockhead, making him grow weak at the knees. The taste alone was enough to make her want more. 

She ran her tongue across his length, memorizing the feeling of his skin on her tongue, the mix of his pre with the silky sweet of the whipped cream, and the way Stiles bucked his hips forward. It was a mix she wanted to experience again, sooner rather than later. 

Once she was satisfied with the cleanup job, (Y/N) finally engulfed her mouth around Stles’ cock, drawing out a loud groan from the boy. She knew he was not going to last long, but she would make them the best few minutes of his day. 

(Y/N) started at a slow pace, burying him in the wetness of her mouth while she swirled her tongue around his shaft. But with the way Stiles was wriggling with every stroke, she sped up quickly. Her head moved up and down rapidly, one hand gripping the base of his cock while the other worked to massage his tightening balls. 

“Oh, god, baby,” he croaked out. “Fuck, I’m almost there—don’t stop.” 

And she wasn’t planning to. Instead, she kept her pace, letting him reach the back of her throat as she sucked her cheeks in. She bobbed her head until saliva was dripping down her chin, and her breath was being cut off. Just like he had done for her, she was working to reach his climax—that wasn’t too far behind. 

All it took was a perfectly timed squeeze of his balls, and Stiles was stuttering forward, holding (Y/N)’s head as he emptied himself in her mouth. Strand after strand painted the inside of her mouth until there was nothing left, and with a satisfied grunt, he exited her mouth. 

Still knelt on the floor, (Y/N) swallowed Stiles’ finish before looking directly into his eyes and squirting whipped cream into her mouth. She said, “Much better,” and stood up. 

Stiles grabbed the sides of her face and kissed her roughly, sighing at their mixed tastes in his mouth. “That really was something else,” he smiled as he released her. “We have to try that again.” 

“Tell you what,” she grinned. “If we finish these cupcakes on schedule, I can promise you a very sweet treat after.” 

“Then why are we standing here?” Stiles exclaimed as he pulled up his pants. “Let’s get this done!” 

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[imaginefan]

Still The Same

Stiles Stilinski!Brother X Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1886

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Can you do an imagine where your Stiles Stilinski twin sister and your really close with an original Character son of Peter Hale but your kidnapped and you are saved by Scott and he has to give you the bite and you have to tell your father

You and Stiles were twins and most people could see it in the way that you acted and spoke to people. While Scott and Stiles stayed close while they were younger and grew together you ended up becoming friends with a boy who had seemed to have trouble making friends. He was quiet and in some ways scary but you never took the warning worming your way into his school life and eventually becoming his only friend, his name was Madden Kazimir Hale. He preferred Kaz, apparently his first name was one that his father had given him so he never used it, his mother had given him his second and so he used that one.

Kaz later found out that there was more to his father than first thought and you were there the night that it all happened, you both found out that Kaz was a werewolf and after his mother explained everything you were the one to help him through figuring it out. You were both 11 at the time and now at the age of 14 well into your first year of highschool, Kaz had great control and you were both closer than ever.

You were standing in the halls waiting for Kaz to get all of his stuff out of his locker “you know, if you would just remember what lessons you have, your locker wouldn’t be such a mess.” You grumbled as he looked at you with raised eyebrows, short brown hair casting a shadow over his eyes as you waited for him to say something. “Like your locker is any better.” He argued “you and your brother are the worst of that kind of thing.” “I will have you know that I’m far better at organisation than my brother.” You argued and he smirked, he was about to say something when another voice interrupted you both. “Kaz, you’ll be at the party tonight won’t you?” Lydia asked as she laid her hand on his arm, you rolled your eyes before they caught on Stiles across the hall, he seemed to be bouncing on his feet. “Only if she’s going.” Kaz answered, that drew your attention back to him as he looked down at you. “So (Y/N) are you coming?” Lydia asked. “Probably.” You answered and she nodded. “Good then I will see you there Kaz.” She smiled as she turned and walked away, not even a second later Stiles slams into the locker next to you. “What was she talking to you about?” He asked. “Hello to you too Stiles.” Kaz muttered as he continued to sort through his locker. “Yeah, yeah hey, so..?” He asked. “So?” You asked in a teasing tone. “What was she talking to you about?” He asked. “Who?” You asked. “Not funny.” He warned. “I need a name.” You informed him. “Lydia!” He answered, voice louder than he had intended, you assumed thanks to the ADHD. Most people were used to him now and continued about what they were doing, not paying him any more attention. “Just a party, don’t worry you’ll be there, it's probably going to be after the game anyway.” You explained. “Yeah but why is she asking you?” Stiles asked. “Don’t worry about it.” You waved him off as Kaz closed his locker. “Ready?” “Ready.” He answered.

It was only a few weeks later that Kaz came to you with a new discovery, one that involved Scott and by extension Stiles. “Scott’s a werewolf.” Kaz said when you were alone at lunch. “What?” You asked. “How would you know that?” “His scent changed, you can smell it on someone, same way I can smell it on the guy that's been hanging around the school.” He answered. “Right, so what do we do about that?” You asked. “You're surprisingly calm.” Kaz raised an eyebrow. “It's not like we can change it, so I guess we have to help them.” You explained “you said that there are now hunters in town because of that new alpha, the one I assume bit Scott.” “I guess the question that we really have to answer is who is this alpha.” Kaz shrugged “but maybe we should talk to your brother and Scott first.” “Yeah I guess you are right.” You nodded.

Later that evening with your Dad still working, you and Kaz corner Scott and Stiles in his room “so are you guys going to tell us why you're acting so weird?” You asked as you walked over to Stiles' bed laying down. “W-what are you talking about?” Scott asked. “You don't need your inhaler, being super good at Lacrosse now.” You turned your attention to Stiles “your unnatural interest in the new murders, the hale house and your unbelievable jumpiness.” “I’m always this way.” Stiles answered. “You sir are a terrible liar.” You smirked. “Even if I didn’t know, I’d know they were hiding something.” Kaz as he walked purposefully past Scott before falling back on the other side of the bed his head landing on your stomach. “You don’t know what it is do you?” “What are you talking about?” Stiles asked. “I was talking to Scott.” Kaz pointed at the person that he named while you began to gently run your hand through his short hair. “W-what are you talking about?” Scott asked. “Terrible lairs.” Kaz said, eyes shifting to you. “Terrible.” You nodded. “Their hearts are hammering.” Kaz teased but when he looked back at them both his eyes glowing a bright yellow. “You're a werewolf!?” Stiles asked. “You haven’t figured out that half the Hale family were?” Kaz asked. “What!?” Stiles asked. “Looks like you're going to have to take it from the top.” You sighed as Kaz settled in to tell them everything that he knew.

It had been 3 years since Scott had been turned, he was now an Alpha but not through bloodshed instead through pure will power. Kaz had since met his father and still wanted very little to do with him, even less when he found out about his sister, someone that was only a few months younger than him. You had no time to dwell on the family links that had yet to be made but you stayed close friends with Kaz which was probably how you ended up being kidnapped. With Kaz’s name having just appeared on the Dead pool someone must have seen you as the ticket to getting to him.

You don’t even know where you are, you just know that it smelled musty and the man in front of you was terrifying, he had a large hunting knife in his hand you had a feeling that he was about to use it. “Let’s hurry this along shall we?” He asked as he crouched in front of you, the knife plunged into your stomach, you screamed out in pain as he got up and walked over to the table picking up your phone, he used your finger to unlock your phone before filming a video and sending it to Kaz. “With any luck you will see them before you die.” He wrapped his hand around the knife ripping it from your stomach “I doubt it though.” You watched as he carefully stepped over something on his way out of the room, a trip wire, making sure to keep that in the forefront of your mind.

You don’t know how much longer you wait before you hear the scuffling but as soon as you hear movement you start to talk about the trap, making your voice as loud as you could, which was only a mumble “trap by the door, step over the wire.” You mumbled it on repeat and luckily it seemed Kaz was in tune with you in more ways than one, his hand shooting out to stop Scott from stepping any closer to you. “She warned us of something.” He said as he looked down at the floor catching sight of the wire there. “Careful.” He ordered as he stepped over the wire, careful to keep an eye out for anything else, finally getting to you and taking your hands in his face. “Hey there, you scared me, thought you weren’t going to let anything happen to you.” “Sorry.” You mumbled. “No need to be sorry we found you, so now all we need is to get you out of here.” Kaz said softly, you smiled. “We both know that’s not true.” You said softly. “I know I’m dying.” “No.” Kaz argued “do you remember what you said to me when we talked about dying?” “Mmm.” You hummed. “What did you say?” He asked. “I choose life even if it means that I’m not human anymore.” You answered. “Are you sure?” Scott asked. “I’m sure.” You answered.

Choosing to live at the time seemed like a good choice but now that it was time to tell your Dad what you had done to do so you honestly worried that it was push him over the edge, after everything that had happened with Stiles you were concerned that he’d hate you for this, you’d never be able to walk away from this life. “I can tell him it was my fault if you want, he’d believe it.” Kaz said from where he was sitting. “No I won’t lie to him.” You answered. “See that confidence that’s what you need to go there with, trust me it’s going to be fine your Dad loves you, but you always have me, we can go anywhere we want if this doesn’t go the way that you want it to.” Kaz promised you. “Thanks Kaz.” You smiled, you walked into your Dad’s office and swallowed as he looked up at you smiling. “Hey (Y/N/N) what are you doing here?” He asked. “I have to talk to you about something.” You said, he nodded, taking off his glasses and giving you his full attention. “Do you remember back when I got kidnapped and Scott and Kaz found me?” “Yes.” He answered, he seemed stiff at the memory of it. “Well something happened, something that I think that I should tell you about, I understand that you might not see me the same as you had before but I can’t keep it a secret, that will just make it worse.” You took a deep breath. “I was stabbed when I was taken and I was about to die, I told Scott to bite me, I didn’t want to die and there was a way to stop it, I just… I wasn’t…” “Ready?” He asked. “Mmm.” You hummed. “It’s okay.” He promised as you looked at him. “R-really?” You asked. “Things are going to be different, you will be but you are still my daughter and I will love you all the same.” He promised. “Really?” You asked. “Of course.” He answered. “Oh thank god, I was looking for the cheapest place to run off to with Kaz.” You sighed. “You and your brother are always so dramatic.” Your Dad teased as he pulled you into a hug. “You will always be my little (Y/N/N).” He promised, your eyes caught Kaz’s through the window and he smiled simply mouthing ‘I told you.’ from his reclined position on one of the seats outside.

Requests and general question!

[hannya-writes]

Masterlist II

Harry Potter Universe

Something Wicked this way comes (Percival Graves x reader)

Something Wicked this Way Comes (Part II) (Percival Graves x reader)

Deleramentum (Sirius Black x reader)

Chapter I

Chapter II

• • •

Once Upon a Time

Your home Is Were I am (Jefferson x Reader)

Almost Magical. (Jefferson x Reader)

Jefferson’s Happy Ending (Jefferson x Reader)

• • •

Star Wars

Obi Wan Kenobi

Only you

A White Demon Love Song

The Promise

Why would you ask that?

Melting Waltz

By Her Side

I’ve Always known

Before Our Masters Found us

Is this a Dream?

You are my friend, right?

Even in Death...

Forget

Offspring

• • •

Supernatural

It’s Our Daughter, Cas (Castiel x Reader)

Gone Angel (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Summon the Father (Dean Winchester x Reader)

• • •

Teen Wolf

Your Kind (Part I) (Derek Hale x reader)

I like you the way you are (Derek Hale x Reader)

• • •

Law and Order SVU/Marvel Multiverse

Wanna see a trick?

Don´t Tell Anyone (Requested) (Carisi x Reader)

Supernatural/The Walking Dead

Stop coming by (Negan x Reader)

Genshin Impact

The Broken Contract (Morax x Reader)

Sandbearer (Morax x Reader)

Continue to Masterlist I

[loganwritesprobably]

Teen Wolf Fanfic

Genre: Fluff Character: Isaac Lahey Reader: Female, she/her, bisexual

Request?: Yes

Warnings: Brief mention of character death

[ellswritings]

Second Chance At First Line 1x02

Episode 3

     Fallon waits patiently outside, sitting on the bleachers at the lacrosse field. She was the first one ready so that gave her time to sit and think. Her best friend since the third grade… is a werewolf, and apparently so is Derek. He’s the reason Scott ended up in the woods and found out that Allison’s father is a hunter. 

Her leg bounces up and down as her mind runs at a million miles a minute. She tries to focus on getting ready for practice, but it’s almost as if her entire world has shifted off its axis. The only thing consuming her every waking thought is that she’s actually living some people’s worst nightmares. She can’t even imagine how Scott feels. Trying to live a normal teenage life, only to find out that it’s now impossible to do so. 

Her anxiety is through the roof. She left the Argent’s house after breakfast the day after she slept over, not knowing how to act around the family after what she found out. She didn’t want to make it seem weird, but her abrupt exit might’ve done enough damage for her. Allison had been texting her all weekend since then and all Fallon could do was tell her she thinks she got a stomach bug from the food at Lydia’s. While the brunette wants to become friends with the new girl, there’s a worry in the back of her mind that Allison knows about the supernatural. Fallon’s not sure if there’s a possibility that Allison might be interested in Scott just lure him into a trap. 

A tap on the shoulder pulls Fallon out of her thoughts. She looks up and sees Coach holding two of the longer lacrosse sticks. “Donovan, why don’t you take one of these today, and get your ass out on the field!” He commands, placing the stick in her hands. 

She nods obediently, “Yes, Coach.” 

Her legs carry her out to the grass and that’s when she sees Scott and Stiles running out. Stiles sends her a thumbs up, silently asking if she’s okay. The girl sends him one back, assuring that she’s fine. Once Scott makes it closer to her, she migrates towards him, worried about his mental state after the events of the weekend. 

“You alright?” She asks quietly. 

“You mean after finding out that the girl I like’s dad is trying to kill me?” He replies, sick to his stomach. “Yeah, I’m great.” 

Fallon pats his back, sympathy written all over her face, “I’m sorry, Scotty.”

“Yeah, me too.” 

Coach’s whistle echoes loudly around the field. “Let’s go! One-on-one from up top!” 

Fallon’s partner for one-on-one’s is Danny. She grins at the boy before the red whistle is being blown again. Jackson scoops up the ball for his team and everyone starts to play. They all run around the field, passing the ball to each other and shoulder-checking their opponents as they try to score a goal. Danny grunts as Fallon plows into him, forcing him out of her way as she goes after the ball. Coach follows their movements closely from the sidelines. 

Fallon runs in between Jackson and one of his teammates, intercepting the ball he just barely threw from his elongated stick. She sticks hers up in the air, catching it effortlessly. Jackson’s jaw clenches when Fallon winks in his direction before taking off to her team's goal, scoring the first point of the afternoon. 

“That’s how you do it, Fallon!” Coach praises, “That’s how you do it!” 

After a few more minutes of game play, Coach yells at Greenberg to take a lap around the field for messing up the play. He drops his stick and his helmet, running towards the track with his head hung low. As he’s verbally abusing Greenberg, he instructs the others to get in line for goal practice. Fallon lines up right behind Scott, but she can see his eyes are more focused on something in the distance rather than on the field. 

“Scott, do you hear something?” She whispers. “Like y’know… w–with the werewolf hearing?” 

He shakes his head silently, still staring off into space. At least until Coach catches his attention, “McCall, what are you waiting for? Let’s go!” 

Coach points at Jackson who is blocking for the goalie. Fallon will be blocking for the second half of boy’s at Coach’s behest. The blonde boy looks smug, almost as if he’s  only doing this to show up Scott. The brunette boy clenches his jaw, charging towards Jackson. Fallon and Stiles, who happens to be behind her, wince as Scott is launched to the ground by a harsh shove from Jackson. Coach wastes no time in marching over to him mockingly, not even giving Scott time to stand from the mossy grass. 

“Hey, McCall!” Coach crouches down and Scott grimaces from pain and embarrassment as he struggles to stand up straight. “My-my grandmother can move faster than that-- and she's dead! You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?” 

Fallon and Stiles watch worriedly as Scott’s anger and frustration is what’s keeping him doubled over. They glance at each other, beginning to get ready for a werewolf intervention if needed. The last thing that needs to happen is Scott wolfed out on the field. 

“Yes, Coach,” Scott replies through clenched teeth. 

Coach, still trying to goad Scott into a more competitive mindset, “I can’t hear you!” 

“Yes, Coach,” this time he sounds more than just angry. His hard glare is focused on Jackson who is watching him with a smug smile. 

Irritatedly, Coach Finnstock bends down further, moving his mouth inches from Scott’s ear, “The do it again!” 

Scott’s grip around the lacrosse stick grows impossibly tighter as he runs back in line. Fallon whimpers quietly as his eyes briefly flash gold in her direction. How can one thing be so terrifying yet captivating at the same time. 

“McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!” 

Jackson gets back to his position just a few feet in front of the goal as Scott returns to the front of the line-up for one-on-ones; though his eyes are no longer glowing gold, he still looks furiously determined. After a moment, Coach blows his whistle to have them start. 

“Let’s go!”

Scott runs at full-speed towards Jackson, much faster than he ran last time. Fallon hears a small snap as the two boys collide with one another. Scott rams his shoulder into Jackson’s collarbone, knocking him flat on his back. He clutches his shoulder in pain and Fallon assumes the snapping sound came from his body. 

The entire team, minus Stiles and Fallon, surround Jackson. The two of them look at each other, completely panic stricken as they rush towards Scott’s side. Everyone seems too distracted by their knocked down captain to notice Scott with bright golden eyes and fangs poking out of his mouth. Scott groans loudly, desperately trying to keep himself from fully turning. He clutches his head tightly. 

“Scott? Scott?” Fallon tries to get him to look at her. “Are you okay?” She gets nothing in response so her and Stiles sling his arms over their shoulders. 

Scott pants heavily, finally finding the strength to talk, “I can’t control it,” he wheezes. “Guys, it’s happening!” 

“What? Right here? Now?”

“No, Stiles, ten years in the future,” Fallon snaps sarcastically. “Yes, obviously it’s happening now. “We gotta get him out of here,” she says.

They start trekking across the field, passing the bleachers to get inside the school. The trio though is too preoccupied with Scott’s current predicament to notice Derek watching them from behind said stands. He has a focused expression as he follows their movements closely. 

All three of the teens pant loudly, carrying Scott’s weight being a lot more than they originally anticipated. They barely make it through the locker room door before setting Scott down. Stiles slides in front of the shifting boy while Fallon crouches down behind him. He’s got support in the back and in the front. 

“Sit down. Sit down,” Stiles coaxes. “You okay?” 

Their friend is practically hyperventilating, clutching the stone bench next to him. Fallon knows they can’t help him if they don’t know what’s going on with him. She moves around to crouch down at his side and places her hand on his bicep, “Scott, talk to us,” she begs.

The sixteen year old werewolf, now completely overwhelmed, finally looks up at his friends and screams at the top of his lungs in a desperate panic. His eyes returning to their golden shade. 

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” 

The shock from Scott’s roar causes both Stiles and Fallon to stumble backwards. The girl's heart is beating out of her chest as she watches Scott start stalking towards Stiles. She barely gives herself a chance to blink before she’s spear tackling Scott into the floor. They crash into a row of lockers causing a loud boom to emanate through the room. 

Stiles yelps before yanking Fallon off of Scott who has now set his sights on her. “Why the hell would you do that?!” Stiles screams as they run to hide behind a row of lockers. 

“To save your dumb ass!” She yells back, throwing her hands in the air. “Thought it was obvious!” 

Both of them screech at the same time as Scott mounts the top of the lockers. Stiles is a tad bit more high pitched than her, but he would never say that. He flails around, trying to grab her wrist as they weave through the already crowded area. Scott continues following after them, his urge to kill unrelenting as he bares his fangs at them. He jumps across the rafters, leaving the duo on the ground with no room to hide as he can see everything from above. 

Stiles protectively throws Fallon behind him as Scott goes to jump down from the high ground. She grunts as her back collides with the fire extinguisher that’s hanging on the wall. A lightbulb goes off in her head as she grabs the tool off its hook. 

“Stiles!” She grabs his attention, handing him the nozzle. He slowly realizes her plan and takes the black end gratefully. Fallon closes her eyes in fear as Scott jumps directly at them, pressing the button to release the carbon dioxide. The white substance shoots out of the nozzle, coating Scott’s body in it. Stiles and Fallon exhale shakily as their friend collapses to the floor, his breathing slowly evening out. They still take cover outside of the room, just in case he still hasn’t turned back. Stiles clutches onto Fallon’s hand, the two of them hoping to hear Scott’s normal voice.

Thankfully, they do. “Fall…? Stiles?” He calls out weakly. 

The two of them relax slightly, willing themselves not to bolt in the other direction. Stiles peeks his head around the door frame to look at Scott, Fallon standing on her tiptoes to look over Stiles’ head. He’s covered in sweat, sitting on the bench with his head in his hands. They squint at him, trying to decipher if his fangs have retracted. 

Scott notices them staring, “What happened?” He asks weakly. 

Both friends are still panting heavily from the chase they just endured. They look at each other, silently deciding to walk in together. Fallon drops the fire extinguisher on the ground as she stares at Scott with an exhausted and exasperated expression. Stiles stays by her side, both of them removing their lacrosse gloves.��

“You tried to kill us,” Stiles tells him seriously. 

Scott’s face fills with immense guilt. Stiles crouches in front of him while Fallon leans on the lockers across the way. They both stare at Scott softly, not wanting him to beat himself up over this. They just want to help him control it. 

“It’s like we tried to tell you before,” Fallon begins. “It’s your anger, your pulse rising. It’s a trigger for all of– that.” She waves her hands towards his body to emphasize her point. 

Scott huffs out a quiet laugh, “But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed…” 

Fallon’s voice is firm, a lot more firm than the boys are used to. “Well, it’s gonna end up being a lot more violent if you end up slaughtering someone on the field because you don’t know how to control yourself.” She’s not trying to be blunt or rude, but she needs Scott to understand the severity of the situation and how seriously it needs to be taken.

Stiles sighs deeply, looking into Scott’s eyes. “She’s right, dude. You can’t play Saturday. You’re gonna have to get out of the game.”

Scott immediately tries to protest, “But I’m first line–”

“Not anymore.” 

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     Fallon sits on her bed, book in her lap as she patiently awaits Stiles’ FaceTime call. Her laptop is open, stuck on the screen of her finished essay. She made sure to get the essay for English done as soon as she could so she didn’t have to worry about it later. Many people make fun of her or ask her how she gets her work done so quickly. Truth be told, it’s not that she’s smart or motivated, she’s just determined to do less work afterwards. Her philosophy is the sooner the work is done, the sooner she can be lazy. 

The moon shines brightly in the sky, casting a comforting shadow into her room. She snuggles under her blanket as she turns the page to chapter twelve of Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. The candle in her room provides a certain warmth. She loves the smell of cedar wood and spice. It reminds her of the soon to come fall days that she so dearly misses when summer drags on for too long. The brunette finds herself mindlessly folding a certain black leather jacket over her torso. She doesn’t know why, but this has been her go to coat since the day Derek draped it over her shoulders. And he hasn’t creepily stared at her from a distance yet to get it back, so she plans on using it while she can.

It was already ten o’clock. She didn’t realize it had already been two hours since starting her book. She had eaten dinner around six-thirty before cleaning the dishes and setting aside a plate for her dad who still had yet to return from work. She exhales, checking for any messages from Scott or Stiles. 

Nothing. 

She didn’t know how much longer she could wait. Her eyes already started drooping slightly the moment she turned away from the invigorating pages in front of her. That’s when a knock on her door sounds. She glances up and sees a tired looking Michael standing in front of her. The bags under his eyes are more prominent than ever. 

“Hey sweetheart,” he greets groggily. “I’m home.” 

“Hey,” she smiles softly, putting her bookmark in its rightful place before closing it. “How was work?” 

He shrugs, a small yawn erupting from his lips. “It was alright. We had a three car pile up. No fatalities thankfully, but a piece of the windshield did puncture a major artery in one of the victims thighs. So that took up most of my night. But, other than that, it was a regular Monday afternoon,” he explains, his daughter listening tentatively. He always appreciated the fact she cared so much about his work. He didn’t have many people to talk to, so it was nice having Fallon. 

“But you saved her,” she encourages. “Like you always do.” 

“I don’t know about that,” he laughs breathily. “I unfortunately don’t have a perfect surgical record.” 

“You still try,” Fallon argues. “You’re good at what you do dad. You save people. Not many others could do what you do.” 

Michael’s heart warms, “Thanks kiddo. I appreciate that.” 

Fallon nods, noticing he must’ve literally just gotten home. He’s still in the clothes he left in this morning since they have to scrub in at the hospital. “I made taco salad for dinner,” she tells him. “I saved you a plate in the fridge if you're hungry.” 

Michael walks over to his daughter, kissing the top of her head. “You’re the best. Don’t stay up too late,” he points at her. “You still got school in the morning.” 

“I know,” she playfully rolls her eyes. “I’ll go to bed in a minute.” 

“Okay, goodnight,”  He waves. “I love you.” 

“Love you too,” she waves back. Right as her door shuts, the ringtone on her laptop begins to play as Stiles and Scott’s name pop up. She smiles, plugging her earbuds in before accepting the call. 

“What’s up, losers?” She greets, flipping on her stomach to get in a more comfortable position. Stiles smirks when he notices her fuzzy socks peeking out above her head. 

“Nice footwear,” he nods sarcastically. “I didn’t know Cookie Monster changed his occupation to sock model.” 

“Shut up,” Fallon snarls, but self-consciously hides her feet from view. 

Stiles laughs victoriously, shooting his fake nerf gun in the air. Scott exhales, stressed out about everything going on. He doesn’t have the patience to play games. “What’d you find out?” He questions, getting straight to the point.

Stiles sets his toy down, “Well, it’s bad. Jackson’s got a separated shoulder.” 

Fallon winces. While she hates that Jackson can’t seem to get along with her two boys, she didn’t want him to get that injured. She is still kind of friends with the blonde. 

Scott’s face is covered with immense guilt, “Because of me?” 

Stiles scoffs as if Scott’s statement isn’t true, “Because he’s a tool.” 

“But is he gonna play?”

Fallon looks at Scott’s corner of the screen, “I think it would be better for you if he didn’t,” she points out logically. “Seems like you two can’t play together for five minutes without trying to knock each other clear across the field.”

“Well, they don’t know yet,” Stiles cuts in. “Now, they’re just counting on you for Saturday.” 

Scott sighs deeply, shaking his head. He’s conflicted on what to do. He’s always dreamt of being a lacrosse star but he understands where Fallon and Stiles are coming from. He doesn’t want to risk hurting anyone. As they sit in silence, Fallon tilts her head, leaning in closer to her computer. She furrows her eyebrows, swearing that she just saw a shadow in Scott’s room. A big, burly shadow moving in the background. Stiles seems to be doing the same thing, trying to see exactly who or what is behind their friend. 

Scott notices their incessant staring, “What?” He asks them. 

Not wanting to tip off the possible intruder, Stiles begins typing in the messaging feature. A big yellow bubble pops up, It looks like– 

The message cuts off making Scott even more lost, “It looks like what?” 

Fallon watches nervously as both the boys on her screen freeze, which only means that she and Stiles are frozen on Scott’s screen. She bites her bottom lip out of nervousness, tapping a plethora of buttons to get the screen moving again. Once it does, the second half of Stiles’ message sends. 

Someone’s behind you. 

As soon as the text pops up, Scott is yanked from his chair by the looming figure behind him. The young boy is shoved against his bedroom wall angrily making Stiles and Fallon call out for their friend. The laptop falls to the floor with a small crash. They can’t hear anything that’s being said. Only incoherent whispers make their way through the speakers. Fallon turns her volume up all the way, trying to hear any hint on who the furious person could be. 

After a few moments, Scott returns, picking up his laptop. Fallon and Stiles examine his face, trying to see if he’s injured in any sort of way. Scott slumps down in his chair with a shaky breath, “It was Derek,” he reveals, still reeling from the experience. 

Fallon’s eyes widen, “What’d he say?” She asks curiously. “What happened?” 

He runs a frustrated hand over his face, “I can’t play in the game on Saturday.” 

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     Fallon puts in her locker combination, opening the metal door with ease. She places her math notebook in her locker, having just finished getting out of the class. She also slides the homework her teacher assigned her in there, not seeing a point in dragging it around with her since she finished it in class. Sometimes she wishes her teachers would provide more challenging material. She and Lydia have to be already two weeks ahead in that class. Not that Lydia told her that. It’s just something Fallon picked up on. Lydia’s extremely smart. It’s almost intimidating. 

Fallon yelps as Stiles smoothly slides his hand into hers before dragging her down a few feet to grab Scott. “What the hell are you doing?” She asks him as he laces their fingers together.

Stiles ignores her before snagging Scott and pushing his two friends against the wall by the stairs. “What?” Scott questions him calmly, despite all of the manhandling. Stiles points upwards where Noah Stilinski and a couple of his deputies are talking to some of the school administrators. 

“Tell me what they’re saying,” he gestures. 

Scott rolls his eyes but nonetheless peeks around the corner. Fallon pushes Stiles away from her, “Why did I have to be involved?” 

“Because I involve you in everything,” he answers obviously. 

“Shhh!” Scott snaps, not able to hear everything over their bickering. 

Fallon pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. She shoots Stiles a nasty glare to which he responds by jabbing her side with his long pointer finger. The two almost start going at it again, but thankfully Scott turns around with a grim expression which stops them. “Curfew because of the body,” he reveals. 

Stiles scoffs in exasperation and smacks Fallon on the arm to emphasize his point. And to also get her back for their altercation a few moments earlier, but that’s not relevant. The girl retaliates quickly, socking his shoulder roughly, causing him to grunt and clutch the sore spot. 

He rolls his eyes when all she does is smile obnoxiously. He shakes his head, “Unbelievable. My dad's out looking for a rabid animal, while the jerk-off who actually killed the girl is just hangin' out, doing whatever he wants.” 

“The jerk-off?” Fallon says unamused. “You mean Derek?” 

Scott speaks up, being the voice of reason for once, “Well, you can’t exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek…”

“I can do something,” Stiles counters with a newfound purpose. 

Like what?” Carver asks, fixing her gaze on the boy with a buzz cut. 

“Like find the other half of the body,” he shrugs before walking in the other direction. 

Fallon and Scott are left stunned by his conviction. She blinks, “Are you kidding?” She calls after the boy. He doesn’t look back and she huffs in frustration, turning back to look at Scott. Unfortunately, his attention is placed further down the hall where Lydia is introducing Allison to Marshall Cole, one of the guys on the lacrosse team. 

Scott’s face contorts with jealousy and Fallon loops her arm through his. She pokes his chest, “Keep your head up,” she encourages. “If you apologized and made it up to her, I wouldn’t worry about it.” She begins walking him over to the dark-haired girl, “Come on, glaring daggers at the guys she’s talking to won’t solve anything.” 

Allison notices them coming and quickly wraps up the conversation she’s having with Marshall. She grins widely at the sight of Fallon and Scott. “Hey,” she immediately hugs the brunette girl. “I was actually wondering if you wanted to come over again this weekend after the game to hang out?” She asks. “My dad felt bad for not being able to formally introduce himself so he was wondering if you wanted to come play some board games with us. We’re having tacos,” she wiggles her eyebrows. 

Fallon smiles back, but feels Scott tense at the sound of Allison’s father. She reassures him by rubbing his bicep in a friendly way. “Yeah, I’d love to.” 

“Great!” Allison says excitedly. “We can talk about the rest of the details later.” 

“Fall!” Lydia calls out, summoning her with her freshly painted fingers. “Come on.” 

“I’ll be right there!” She hugs Scott quickly and then moves to kiss Allison on the cheek before chasing after the redhead. 

As soon as Fallon is by her side, Lydia dismisses Marshall like he never even existed in her world. The brunette shakes her head with a chuckle, “You’re really only doing this to get under Scott’s skin?” 

“I’ll stop once he agrees to play on Saturday,” she states matter-of-factly. “Rather simple terms in my opinion, especially since he almost killed my boyfriend.” She applies a new layer of lip gloss before linking her pinky with Fallon’s, “You’re still playing, right?” 

“Yes,” Fallon confirms. “I wouldn’t miss it.” 

“Good,” Lydia hums approvingly. “Then all isn’t completely lost. Just let your little friend know that if he doesn’t play, he doesn’t get the prize,” she threatens, referring to Allison who just stormed away from Scott with an upset look on her face. 

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     After school, Stiles rapidly barges into the McCall household, forgoing knocking on the door. Fallon shakes her head as she walks at a normal pace across the house after closing the front door behind her. Melissa doesn’t need her neighbors peeking into her home simply because Stiles didn’t think about shutting the door behind him. 

She stifles a laugh as Stiles manages to trip up the stairs without losing his momentum. It’s a miracle how he hasn’t knocked out any teeth yet. He flings Scott’s room door open and barrels in just as Fallon finishes her journey up the stairs. 

They both walk in to see Scott restringing the net on his lacrosse stick after it appears to be almost ripped in half by something. Stiles breathlessly and manically begins asking Scott question after question. 

“What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?” He spits out like rapid fire. 

Scott, who has been sitting calmly, looks up at Stiles curiously, leading Fallon to answer his un-asked question. “Yes, he’s taken a lot of adderall. I couldn’t stop him. By the time he came to pick me up, he was already vibrating in the driver's seat.”

“I found something at Derek Hale’s,” Scott tells them. 

Stiles gasps excitedly, “Are you kidding? What?” 

Fallon jumps on Scott’s bed, starfishing across the whole mattress as Stiles continues to harass Scott for information. “There's something buried out there. I could smell blood.” 

The brunette girl sits up on her elbows. She stares at him in shock, “Seriously?” She asks with a slack jaw the same time Stiles shouts, “That’s awesome!” 

Fallon slowly turns towards him, shaking her head at his idiocy. Stiles feels slightly self-conscious at her judgemental expression and reconsiders his sentence. “… I mean, that’s terrible. Whose blood?” 

Scott stands from his spot, “I don’t know. But, when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then, you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing, because there's no way I'm not playing that game.” 

Scott tosses his lacrosse stick on the bed next to Fallon. The girl frowns, “Hold on, how do we even know if Derek did it?” She questions as she follows them down the stairs. They clearly plan on going somewhere and Fallon is only along for the ride. “We can’t just assume he’s the murderer just because you’re mad he told you not to play. Which is some good advice by the way,” she adds, hopping in the back seat of the Jeep while the boys take the front seats. 

Both Stiles and Scott turn comically slow to look back at her. They have identical judgemental looks in their eyes. It makes Fallon shrink in her seat. Stiles gesticulates wildly, “Read the room.” He scoffs. “God. I mean, he smelled blood, Fallon. What else could that mean?” 

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “He’s half wolf, isn’t he? Maybe it’s the rabbit he ate for dinner.” 

Neither of the boys say anything, deciding not to encourage her terrible humor. Stiles speeds off to the hospital, informing Fallon of what they’re doing on the way. Apparently Scott’s decided to smell the dead corpse of the girl they found to see if it matches the scent he found on Derek’s property. 

Fallon crosses her fingers, hoping that her father isn’t anywhere near the morgue. She doesn’t need him questioning why she and Stiles are just randomly waiting in the hospital. She could say she’s there to see Jackson, but Stiles hates him and Michael knows that. So he wouldn’t believe that for a second. 

They just walked through the two sliding doors, the two boys looking for the correct direction to walk in. Fallon huffs, grabbing both of their arms. “This way,” she grumbles, guiding them past the signs that lead straight to the morgue. After working here in her spare time, Fallon’s become rather accustomed to walking the confusing halls, which Scott and Stiles are now extremely grateful for. 

“Here,” Fallon stops directly in front of the door that leads to the expired bodies. “Be quick. The medical examiner is on lunch so I’d say you’ve got like fifteen minutes.” 

“Okay,” Scott nods. He takes one last look around, making sure no one’s watching them before slowly backing into the door towards the morgue. Fallon and Stiles are left behind as his look-outs. 

“Good luck, I guess…” Stiles trails off, slightly offended Scott didn’t even offer for them to accompany him. 

The two of them walk back to the lobby, not wanting to make their presence obvious. Fallon checks around the corner to make sure Melissa or Michael isn’t there. She sighs, relieved at their lack of presence. Once they make it to the receptionist desk, Fallon goes to take a seat but is stunned when Stiles slaps a hand to her chest, stopping her from going anywhere. 

It’s like the breath has literally been stolen from his lungs. She looks at him as if she wants to kill him for slapping her, but he doesn’t seem to notice her murderous desires. His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water causing Fallon to look in the direction he is. Suddenly his little outburst makes sense. Lydia is sitting less than five feet away from them, most likely waiting to see her boyfriend. With how nervous and excited Stiles is, Fallon’s surprised he doesn’t combust on the spot. He leans all of his body weight on Fallon before groaning.

“Oh my God…” He tries to surreptitiously look at the strawberry blonde, licking his bottom lip. He glances at Fallon, “Should– Do you think I should go talk to her?”

“Absolutely not,” Fallon replies bluntly, trying to pull Stiles to the other side of the room. 

He looks at her, baffled by the response, “Wha– Why not?” He scoffs. “You’re her friend, wouldn’t it be normal for us to go talk to her?”

“You said ‘should you go talk to her’,” the brunette recalls. “Not should we. And even then, I still wouldn’t recommend it.” 

“It’s not like I’m gonna sit there and cut off a lick of her hair,” he defends himself. “I just wanna have a light conversation y’know? Like the weather.” 

“You’re gonna regret it,” she says in a sing-song voice. “And the moment she rejects you, you’re gonna come crawling back to me and I’m gonna have to sit here and listen to you complain for the next two days.” 

“You love it when I complain,” he teases. 

“Correction, I love you so I put up with your complaining.” 

“Then if you love me, you won’t mind me doing this–” Stiles removes his hand from Fallon’s grasp before smoothly sliding into the seat beside Lydia. His best friend groans, tugging the hood to her jacket over her face and taking shelter in a chair a few down from Stiles. She couldn’t completely abandon him. He’d die on his own. So she keeps her face hidden beneath the cotton polyblend and her knees up to her chest. 

“Hey, Lydia... You probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in biology,” Stiles begins awkwardly.

“Oh dear God,” Fallon mumbles, face turning bright red from second hand embarrassment.

Lydia makes a confused face, but doesn’t say anything which encourages him to keep talking. “Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection.” Lydia makes a face as though this surprises her, which gives Stiles the motivation he needs to continue. “Unspoken, of course. Maybe it'd be kind of cool to... get to know each other a little better…”

All of the sudden, it becomes obvious that Lydia has been on a phone call using a Bluetooth headset this entire time and hasn't been listening– her facial expressions were in response to the phone conversation. Fallon stares at Stiles, wanting to go over to him and pull him away from the situation. She might complain about his complaining, but he’s right. If he needed her to, she’d sit there for hours and listen to him drone on about his heartbreak. That’s just what they do.

“Hold on, gimme a second,” Lydia says to the individual she’s on the phone with. She puts the person on hold before turning her attention to Stiles. “Yeah, I didn’t get anything you just said. Is it worth repeating?” 

Stiles, visibly embarrassed and feeling awkward, tries to get out of this situation by chuckling nervously and going to sit down directly next to Fallon. “No. Sorry, I’ll just sit…” He collapses into the uncomfortable cushion, a defeated look on his face.

Fallon slowly puts her knees down and Stiles huffs, “Alright, you can say it. You told me so and I should’ve listened to you,” he says rather snappy. 

Instead of saying anything, Fallon simply lays her head on his shoulder, looping her arm under his to connect their hands. The left side of Stiles’ body warms at the feeling and he stares at her, a bit surprised. She squeezes his bicep, “I’m sorry, Sti.” 

He tries to act unbothered by waving it off, but she can see the weight it has on him. He snuggles closer to her, laying his head on top of hers. This is as much solace as he’ll be able to get. “It’s okay. Thanks for not rubbing it in.” 

“I might be an ass, but I’m not a complete jerk,” Fallon half smiles. “I am proud that you lasted more than two minutes though. Even though she wasn’t paying attention to anything you said.” 

“You win some you lose some,” he shrugs with a sigh. “And I’ve lost all of them.” 

Scott then finally makes his way around the corner, having escaped the morgue without anyone detecting him. He notices Stiles and Fallon having a quiet conversation and raises an eyebrow at the fact they’re not bickering. He was sure one of them would be in a headlock by the time he got back out. He almost doesn’t want to disturb the scene in front of him, but they don’t exactly have unlimited time. 

He quickly walks over to them, causing the duo to stand up, redirecting their attention to him. “The scent was the same,” he tells them, not even trying to sugar-coat it.

Fallon looks down. There’s no way Derek is a killer. A creep, sure. But he doesn’t seem like a murderer. She glances at Scott, “You’re sure?” 

He nods, “Yes.” 

“So, he did bury the other half of the body on his property?” Stiles scoffs, shaking his head. 

“Which means we have proof that he killed the girl.” 

“Okay, but do we really think it’s a good idea to just blindly accuse the guy? I mean, Scotty, what if your sniffer is off or something? We don’t exactly know how this whole werewolf scent thing works,” Fallon says. 

“I know what I smelled,” Scott assures her. “It’s not just similar, it’s the exact same.” 

Stiles begins walking towards the exit, “We have the evidence we need to put him away. I say we use it.” 

Scott furrows his eyebrows, “How?” 

Stiles sighs and stops, turning to face his two friends. He sends them a serious expression to make sure what they’re about to do is for the right reasons. “Tell me something first–” he focuses on Scott. “Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game and he said you couldn't?” 

Though it's clear by the look on Scott's face that both of the offered options are true, he goes with the first one to appease Stiles and Fallon who are staring at him expectantly. “There are bite marks on the legs, guys– bite marks.” 

The two of them aren’t fully convinced, but the thought of that poor girl getting ripped apart overpowers their suspicions of Scott’s true priorities. “Okay,” Stiles nods. “Then we’re gonna need a shovel… Or three.” 

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     Night has officially fallen over Beacon Hills, causing an eerie feeling to creep up Fallon’s spine as they wait for Derek to leave the burnt up Hale house. She nervously bites her nails while simultaneously tugging on the sleeves of her hoodie. Stiles and Scott are quietly conversing up front, careful not to make too much noise just in case Derek can pick up on their presence. 

After a few more moments, Derek, who is in a tight white t-shirt and separate black leather jacket from the one he gave Fallon. He opens the door of his slick black Camaro and jumps in, starting the engine before driving off the property. She doesn’t know if this classifies as stalking, but watching him from a distance in the dark, waiting for him to leave his house seems pretty criminal to her. 

As soon as Derek is far enough away, Stiles immediately pulls his Jeep closer to the house. He parks with a little too much excitement to be looking for a dead body. Scott hops out of his side before opening the door for Fallon, helping her out of the car. She shoots him a tight-lipped smile, grabbing her own shovel and flashlight. 

They meet Stiles at the front of the Jeep before venturing off to the side of the house where the recently overturned patch of earth is located. Fallon waves her flashlight around the area, trying to make sure no other creatures of the night have the opportunity to pounce on them. 

Scott sticks his nose in the air, “Wait, something’s different.” 

“Different how?” Stiles asks, voice uneasy. 

“I don’t know…” Scott trails off unsurely. 

The three of them finally reach the supposed gravesite and Fallon aims her shovel towards the ground. “Let’s just get this over with,” she says, trying to hold back the bile threatening to rise up her throat. “Before I decide to bury one of you instead.”

She jams the head of her shovel into the ground, stomping the spade-end with her foot to push it in further before scooping up some dirt and throwing it aside. The boys follow her lead, both sharing a scared look at her empty threat. They know she wouldn’t do it, but it still doesn’t make her any less scary. 

The three of them work in silence for several minutes, the only sound being heard is their heavy breathing and the different birds singing in the distance. Fallon wipes a bead of sweat off her forehead, wishing that she was in the comfort of her own bed by now. Getting up for school is going to be a challenge tomorrow. 

“This is taking way too long,” Scott speaks up nervously, pausing his digging to voice his concerns. 

Stiles rolls his eyes, not deterring from his quick pace, “Just keep going.” 

Fallon stops as well, understanding Scott’s worries. “He’s right. What if Derek comes back and we’re sitting here digging a six foot grave in his backyard? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but he’s kind of intimidating.” 

“Okay, first of all, Derek’s the one who already dug the six foot grave when he put the body down here. We’re just digging it back up. Second of all, since when are you intimidated by anyone?” Stiles scoffs, chucking more dirt to the side.

“Since he’s a six foot tall werewolf who could probably crush my windpipe with his index finger,” she quips back without missing a beat. 

Stiles shrugs nonchalantly making Scott and Fallon look at him exasperatedly. Stiles groans, “Look, if he comes back, we’ll just get the hell out of here,” he answers as if it’s just that simple.

“What if he catches us?” Scott continues to question him as they resume digging. 

“I have a plan for that.” 

Fallon raises her brows, “Which is what exactly?” 

Stiles stops his movements, leading his friends to do the exact same. He stares at them both with a straight face, “You run one way, Fallon runs over there, and I run that way. Whoever he catches first? Too bad.” He shrugs once again like it’s no big deal and gets back to the task at hand. Fallon grumbles lowly, threatening to hit him on the back of the head with her shovel if it comes to it. 

“I hate that plan,” Scott huffs. 

Scott dumps another scoop of dirt to the side and is about to dig in again when Fallon's shovel hits something solid, causing Stiles to raise his left hand and hold it out in front of Scott to keep him from moving. “Oh, stop, stop, stop.” He flails around, trying to prevent any more movement. 

Fallon’s throat drops into her stomach. Her heart has to be beating at a million miles per second. This could be a literal dead body. When they all look down, they see several twine rope strings poking out of the earth, and the three of them kneel down so they can brush the dirt away with their bare hands. They eventually uncover what looks like a bundle of rough fabric, like burlap, which has been tied closed with the twine rope. Stiles starts to try to untie the bindings, while Scott and Fallon sit still because they are still on edge with fear that Derek is going to come back and catch them. 

Impatiently, Scott tries to urge Stiles on, “Hurry!” He commands. 

“I’m trying,” Stiles responds, irritated by Scott’s nerves. “Did he have to tie the thing in, like, nine-hundred knots?” He curses Derek’s existence through the sardonic question. 

“I’ll do it,” Fallon snaps, gripping the rope with her own hands. Scott also reaches down to help. Stiles is on the far right end, Scott on the left, while Fallon works in the middle. After a long moment, they manage to get it all unknotted, and they open the bundle to find what looks like a severed head of a black wolf. This scares the teens so badly that they all scream loudly and leap out of the grave, Stiles and Scott land on their butts while Fallon lands on her back. They get up as fast as they can, trying to scurry away from the half of the wolf corpse. In the foreground, a flowering plant with purple petals is sprouting out of the ground. Fallon’s eyes are drawn to the gorgeous flower. Its color glowing in the pale moonlight. She fights the urge to touch it as Stiles’ voice pulls her out of her thoughts. 

“What the hell is that?” He exclaims loudly. 

“It’s a wolf,” Scott answers.

“Yeah, I think we can see that,” Fallon says sarcastically. She looks over at Scott, “You told us you could smell blood. Human blood. And that it matched the girl at the morgue. This,” she points to the dead wolf, “doesn’t look like it matches her, let alone any human for that matter.” 

Scott shrugs before throwing his hands up, not knowing what else to say. “I told you guys something was different.”

Stiles, completely dumbfounded, throws his hands up incredulously. “This doesn’t make sense.” 

“Okay, we really gotta get out of here,” Fallon says urgently. She can’t explain it, but she can’t help feeling that Derek is going to return any minute. 

“Yeah,” Stiles breathes out. “Okay, help me cover this up.” 

Stiles moves to start pushing the dirt back into the grave with his hands, Scott and Fallon following suit. The brunette girl cringes when looking at the dead wolf body below her. The poor thing. She’s just curious as to why Derek buried it in the first place. 

Stiles’ movements suddenly stop causing Fallon to look at him weirdly. She follows his line of vision back to the purple plant she was looking at a few moments prior. “What’s wrong?” She asks him. “Is there something up with the flower?” 

Scott furrows his eyebrows in confusion, “Why would there be something wrong with a flower?” 

“I think it’s wolfsbane,” Stiles reveals cautiously. “So it’s not necessarily what’s wrong with it, but what could be wrong with what it does.” 

Their werewolf friend frowns, “What does that even mean?”

Fallon picks up on what Stiles is putting down. She remembers reading about wolfsbane in the book she did her research in at Stiles’ house. Freckles scoffs at Scott’s blatant ignorance to his situation, “Uh, haven’t you ever seen The Wolf Man?” 

Scott shakes his head, “No.”

“Lon Chaney, Junior? Claude Rains?” He spits out the actors names, trying to jog any sort of memory out of Scott. 

Scott denies ever seeing the movies once more, but more impatiently this time. Stiles grows even more exasperated as Fallon watches with amusement. “The original, classic Werewolf movie?” 

Growing tired of the incessant questioning, Scott sighs loudly. Not wanting anyone to start yelling, Fallon puts her hand on Stiles’ arm, “I think it’s safe to say he hasn’t seen it,” she tells him. 

Stiles makes an almost disgusted face when looking at Scott. The boy across from him loses his patience, “What?!”

Stiles scoffs, completely appalled by Scott’s lack of knowledge in classic films. “You are so unprepared for this.” He pushes himself up to his feet, walking over to the flower. “I try to invite you to movie nights with Fallon and I, but no, you never come. Which is why we know what’s going on and you don’t.” He takes a hold of the purple flower, pulling the entire thing up by its roots. They all gasp when seeing that the base of the plant has more of the twine rope tied around it, which is also buried underground. Fallon and Scott watch as he gently continues pulling the twine out of the ground in a spiral. She honestly doesn’t believe it’s going to end with how many circles he’s made and how much of the rope is spilling out of his hands. 

There are randomly placed wolfsbane petals attached at various points along the length of it, only to find it is connected to the bundle of burlap around the wolf's head. Scott and Fallon look at Stiles with a skeptical expression, confused as to why they're wasting their time with this, when suddenly, they look down and are startled back onto their feet by what he finds in the grave.

Fallon covers her mouth to prevent the shriek that threatens to escape her lips. She immediately clutches onto Scott, her lip quivering as she glances over to Stiles who still has no idea. “Sti…” she whispers, her voice trembling.

Stiles turns around, alarmed by her sudden change in demeanor. He sees her and Scott staring into the grave with nothing but shock and horror written on their faces. He walks over to where they are so he can see from their vantage point. When he follows their line of sight, a loud yelp leaves his mouth as he jumps backwards. He clings onto Scott and Fallon, trying to steady himself. 

“Oh!” 

Where there once was a half dead wolf, now lays the top part of a human female body. The same body they went searching for just mere nights ago. She stared up into the sky, lips parted as if she’s silently screaming for help. Fallon feels the need to do the same as the woman’s lifeless eyes bore holes into her soul. 

“Leave. Now. Please?” Fallon taps Scott’s arm repeatedly, unable to form full sentences. He nods his head and the three of them run over to the Jeep, getting as far away from the scene as possible.

She couldn’t believe it. There’s no way Derek Hale could be a murderer. Could he?

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     The following morning, Stiles was quick to barge into Fallon’s room, not bothering to knock on her house or room door. Her father must’ve already been at work or Stiles would not have been able to come in so easily. Michael would’ve already tried to feed him breakfast and ask him his plans for the day before he could even reach the stairs that led to Fallon’s room. 

She groans loudly as he jumps on top of her, repeatedly telling her to get up and get dressed. Reluctantly, she throws her warm covers off of her body, but not before smacking Stiles upside the head, eliciting a string of complaints from the boy. She smiles cockily before moving to get ready for whatever adventure he’s dragging her out to. 

“Scott’s already in the car, so hurry up.” 

And that she did. She threw on a navy blue turtleneck and black jeans, tucking her shirt in. She puts her hair up into a quick ponytail and brushes her teeth. She doesn’t bother grabbing food or anything else, figuring she could force the boys to treat her to breakfast after breaking into her house and forcing her to leave. 

It's not long before Stiles pulls up to the Hale house property which is now surrounded with Sheriff's deputies and many other on duty cops. Fallon scoffs, “Okay, you did not tell me we were coming back here.” 

“You didn’t ask,” Stiles shrugs. “Now come on,” he only grabs Fallon’s arm, forcing Scott to stay by the jeep to be the lookout. No doubt some form of payback after the morgue incident. 

He guides them to the side of the house, hiding them from plain sight. She smacks his arm, “You owe me pancakes after this,” she growls. “At this rate, we’re gonna be the ones in the back of that cop car, not Derek.” 

Right as she says this, Derek gets marched out of the house in handcuffs by one of the Beacon County deputies. Derek looks over at Scott with a scowl that causes the young boy to look down at the ground with an expression of mixed guilt and shame as Derek is pushed into the back of a deputy's cruiser. 

“You have no idea how true that statement actually is,” Stiles retorts before once again dragging her across the front yard. Her eyes widen when she realizes that they’re approaching the exact cruiser Derek was just put in. 

She shakes her head, trying to rip her wrist from his grip, “Sti– Stiles, no! Let me go! Sto– Stiles!” 

She struggles but ultimately gives up as he slides into the front seat, forcing her to guard the window so no one could see him talking to Derek. The window is slightly cracked so she puts her face as close as possible to mutter, “I am going to murder you the second you step out of this car.” 

The boy swallows thickly at the deadly look in her eyes. Derek’s own gaze flickers between the two, an ungodly annoyance filling his system at the sight of Stiles. But there’s a hint of amusement behind his eyes when he hears Fallon’s words. 

“She’s telling the truth,” Derek reveals, causing Stiles to jump. 

“Yeah, I know,” he mutters, shuffling away from the door. Fallon sends him one last withering glare before turning around and doing what he wanted in the first place. 

“I really need to stop enabling his behavior,” she grumbles. 

Stiles turns around so he can face Derek fully. He places his face close to the cage that separates the front seat from the back. Fallon can hear how nervous he is just by his rambling. Her threat to his life probably didn’t make this confrontation any easier. 

“Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you.” Derek's head is tilted down, but his eyes move up to look at Stiles through his eyelashes with a scowl that immediately terrifies Stiles. “…Okay, maybe I am. Doesn’t matter. I just wanna know something.” He shifts nervously in his seat making Fallon tap impatiently on the glass, signaling for him to start wrapping things up as the cops are starting to head to their cars. “The girl you killed? She was a werewolf.” 

No response. Derek’s scowl remains in place, his glare only becoming more heated the longer Stiles continues. “She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?”

Derek finally decides to speak, his tone is understandably irritated given the current situation. Fallon would smack Stiles if she could reach him. “Why are you so worried about me, when it's your guys’ friend who’s the problem?” There’s a small pause and Fallon hears a bit of movement which she assumes is coming from Derek. “When he shifts on the field, what do you think they’re gonna do, huh? Just keep cheering him on?” 

“I can’t stop him from playing, but you can…” Fallon isn’t able to hear the rest of Derek’s sentence as Sheriff Stilinski approaches her with a knowing yet disappointed smile.

“Fallon,” he greets fondly.

“Sheriff,” she replies with her own nervous smile. Her tone is sickly sweet, trying to deter any suspicions from Stiles who is only hidden by the fact she’s leaning on the window. “Uhm, how’s your shift been? Long I’m assuming, y’know… ‘cause all the murder and stuff.” She was unsure of how to proceed, deducing by the look on his face that he knows Stiles is directly behind her.

He sighs before looking between Scott and his own son, “You know they’re just dragging you down right?” He tells her with a serious expression. “You’ve got so much potential. Don’t let those two idiots ruin it,” he practically begs her. 

Fallon exhales before stepping out of his way, “I think we’re already past that point,” she replies glumly watching as the man yanks his son out of the cruiser. 

Noah drags Stiles off to the side as far away from Derek as possible, leaving Fallon by herself next to the soon-to-be person of interest. She goes to walk away, but Derek’s voice stops her. “You need to help your friend.” She looks back at him and then to Stiles. Derek rolls his eyes, “Not that one. Scott,” he clarifies. She nods in understanding, moving closer to the window. She crouches down to eye level, their faces a bit too close, but it’s for discretion. “Out of the three of you, you seem to be the one with the brain. So do the smart thing and find a way to help him.”

“I’ve been trying,” Fallon says honestly. “He doesn’t exactly listen to me. I’m not a werewolf expert. I don’t really know how to help.” 

“Just keep him from playing on Saturday,” he commands her. 

She nods understandingly, “I can try to convince Coach,” she says. “But I can’t promise he’ll go for it.” 

“I don’t care what you have to do,” Derek shrugs. “If you don’t want to see someone dead on that field, keep him away from the game.” 

“Okay,” Fallon agrees. A moment of silence passes between them. Derek just stares at her expectantly, waiting for her to do something. She fidgets with her fingers before voicing her thoughts, “And for the record, I don’t actually think you killed anyone,” she admits meekly. 

Derek’s face contorts into surprise for a fleeting second. He covers it up by just raising his eyebrows, “And how can you be so sure?” He asks, trying to keep his intimidating facade up. 

“I just have a feeling about you,” Fallon says honestly. “You don’t really strike me as the murderer type,” she smiles slightly. “Despite the big brooding man thing you have going on.” 

“You’d be surprised to find out what people are capable of.” 

“Well, if you’d like to inform me more on people,” she emphasizes the last word to show that she’s referring to just him. “My bedroom window is on the left side of my house, second story. Y’know since apparently you have a thing for sneaking into people’s rooms,” she teases, bringing up what he did at Scott’s. 

Derek has no words. His frown is still plastered on his face as he stares at the girl who he can only describe as an enigma. It’s baffling how she can go from timid and shy to confident and bold within seconds. She doesn’t wait for him to respond, walking over to where both of the Stilinski men are. 

“So, you lied to me,” Sheriff crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes at his son. 

Fallon freezes in her spot, suddenly feeling very awkward. Stiles is quick to pull her next to him, needing a physical representation of someone who is on his side. Which she is, unless Noah gives her his disappointed dad look. Then she’ll abandon her best friend in a heartbeat. 

Stiles awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, “Well, that depends on how you define lying…”

Sheriff Stilinski is quickly running out of patience, “Well, I define it as ‘not telling the truth.’ How do you define it?” He says sassily.

“Um… ‘reclining your body in a… horizontal… position?” The way he phrases it makes his statement sound more like a question. But Fallon has to admit, he’s not wrong. She covers her mouth politely to cover the small giggles leaving her lips. 

Sheriff just waves his hand in the air, completely over his son’s antics. “Get the hell out of here.” 

Eager to get out of the tense situation, Stiles grips Fallon’s hand before darting back over to the jeep, “Absolutely.” 

“Bye Sheriff!” Fallon waves. 

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     “I really don’t understand why I’m always in the back seat,” Fallon complains as Stiles speeds out of the woods. “Why can’t Scott and I switch every once and a while?” 

“Because, you were the newbie in this friendship, remember? The OG’s get the front. You’re like Scott and I’s adopted child that we picked up from the side of the road,” Stiles explains. “Abandoned and in desperate need of attention.” 

“I’ve been friends with you both for seven years,” she deapans. “And if anyone is desperate for attention Stiles, it’s you.” 

The muscle in Stiles’ jaw ticks before aggressively pointing back at her without tearing his eyes from the road. “And you’re mean. Did I mention that? You’re mean. That’s why you sit in the back. So I’m not forced to throat punch you.”  

Fallon rolls her eyes, sinking into her seat. He’s not wrong, hence why she can’t come up with an argument against it. Scott sighs, his head pushed against the window of the jeep. He throws his phone down in his lap, “I can’t find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial.” 

“Just keep looking,” Stiles encourages. “Maybe it’s like a ritual or something? Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf,” he suggests, trying to come up with his own explanation for what they found. 

“It could also be a special skill or something,” Fallon chimes in, leaning forward. “Like something a werewolf has to learn how to do.” 

Scott rolls his eyes, getting overwhelmed with all the werewolf business. He grits his teeth before muttering under his breath, “I’ll put it on my ‘To Do List’ right underneath ‘figuring out how the hell I’m playing in this game tonight.’”

The more Scott speaks, the breathier he becomes. Fallon notices him wincing slightly with every movement. She furrows her eyebrows, placing her hand on his shoulder. He tenses under touch which never happens. The brunette goes to ask if he’s okay but is stopped by Stiles speaking. “Maybe it’s different for girl werewolves…” he proposes, still distracted by his own hypothesis. 

Scott’s irritation has seemed to reach an all time high. He loses his patience entirely and snaps at Stiles, “Okay, stop it!” 

Stiles frowns in confusion, “Stop what?” 

“Stop saying werewolves! Stop enjoying this so much!” Scott yells loudly, ripping his shoulder from Fallon’s hand. 

Neither Fallon or Stiles knows what caused this sudden change in behavior. He was calm before they got in the car. “I don’t think any of us enjoy trying to keep you from killing someone,” Fallon mumbles. 

Stiles however looks at his friend with concern, “Are you okay?” 

“No!” Scott’s tone shifts to a much darker aggravation making both Stiles and Fallon share a wary glance. Scott out of nowhere doubles over in his seat as if he’s in excruciating pain. “No, I’m not! I’m so far from being okay!” 

The werewolf begins to hyperventilate, clutching at his own chest. Stiles gets an idea as to what this sudden outburst could be about so he goes to reassure Scott, “You know, you’re going to have to accept this, Scott. Sooner or later. 

“I can’t,” Scott’s face contorts with pain as he writhes wildly in his seat. 

“Well, you’re gonna have to,” Stiles scoffs.

“No!” Scott shakes his head, correcting him. “I can’t breathe…”

Fallon surges forward, her overprotective instincts kicking in. “Why? Are you having a panic attack? Asthma attack? Do you need me to get your inhaler?” Scott simply shakes his head at all of her questions. She genuinely doesn’t know what could be wrong with him. She hasn’t seen him struggle to breathe like this any other time. 

“AHH!” Scott screams, making both of his friends flinch as he pounds his hand against the roof of the jeep. There is definitely strong werewolf undertones in his voice as it deepens multiple octaves. “AHH! Pull over!” He commands.

Stiles, who is completely alarmed, swerves the car out of shock. The sudden jerk makes Scott grimace in even more pain. He faces Scott fully, trying to figure out how to help. “Why? What’s happening?” 

Scott instinctively opens the backpack between them and is horrified to see that the wolfsbane plant and the rope with the flowers attached to it are inside. He looks at Stiles incredulously, “You kept it?” He seethes.

Stiles starts freaking out as well, not knowing how to handle the stressful situation. “What was I supposed to do with it?” He yells back.

“Leave it at the crime scene!” Fallon screams, obviously.

The close proximity with the poisonous plant only makes Scott sicker as time goes on. He forces his hands into fists, his claws starting to pierce the skin of his hand. He’s about to shift. “Stop the car!” 

Both Fallon and Stiles are petrified as Scott’s eyes turn into a golden yellow. Fallon slaps her human friend's arm, “Pull over!” She begs him. 

“Okay!” He exclaims, pulling the car off to the side, slamming on the brakes as he does so. As soon as the car is in park, Stiles grabs his backpack and throws himself sloppily out of the Jeep, running toward the edge of the woods. He uses what little strength he has to toss the bag as far as he can to get as much distance between it and Scott as possible. Once it's out of eyesight, Stiles throws his head back and sighs deeply before turning back toward the Jeep.

“Okay, we’re good, you can–”

He looks up and is completely horrified to see only Fallon sitting in his Jeep, her face a pale white. She looks at him, the only emotion evident on her face is concern. “He’s gone…”

Stiles wastes no time before clambering into his jeep and slamming the door shut. He allows Fallon time to jump over the center console, joining him in the front. She buckles the seatbelt in the passenger seat as he immediately takes off from his parked position. 

“We need to find him,” Fallon looks at the side of his face. “Before he tries to have an early dinner.” 

“Yeah,” Stiles fumbles around in his pocket for his phone. Once he gets a grip on it, he hands it to Fallon. “Dial the number for the Sheriff’s station. If he’s done any serious damage they would’ve gotten a call by now.” 

She nods her head, fingers shaking as she looks for the number in Stiles’ contacts. She presses the button, putting it on speaker for him to talk to whichever dispatcher answers. As soon as the woman hears his voice, she’s immediately annoyed with the first sentence that escapes his mouth. 

“Stiles, you know you can’t call the dispatch line when I’m on duty,” she says from the other side of the phone. 

Stiles huffs loudly, “I just need to know if you’ve gotten any odd calls…?”

“Odd how?” 

“Uh, like, an odd person, or…” Stiles struggles to come up with an example that doesn't sound like he's trying to find out if anyone has seen a Werewolf running through Beacon Hills. “A dog-like individual roaming the streets…?”

“That happens to look oddly similar to Scott,” Fallon suggests to the dispatcher. “Just a tad more facial hair that he’ll never be able to have.” 

The dispatcher runs out of patience for the two, putting an end to their conversation. “I’m hanging up on you now.” 

“No! Wai-wai-wai-wai-wait!” 

“Goodbye,” and with that the line goes dead. 

Fallon watches as Stiles clenches his fists around the steering wheel, hitting it out of frustration “Damn it!” He exclaims. 

“Hey,” Fallon stops him, grabbing one of his hands. She rubs a finger over his bright red knuckles. “We’ll find him, Sti. He’ll be okay.” 

The boy sighs, allowing her to calm him down. “Let’s just hope it’s before we find another dead body.” 

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     The nighttime air is crisp, sending a comforting chill down Fallon’s back as she sits on the bench with Danny, retying her shoelaces before going out onto the field. It's finally game night. The brunette is slightly nervous watching Scott and Stiles walk out to join the rest of the team. Luckily, Scott hadn’t tried to kill anyone on his latest rampage around town. He apparently just ended up jumping onto Chris Argent’s car after creepily staring at Allison through her window. 

“You okay?” Danny nudges her shoulder. “You look upset or something.” 

She shakes her head with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, “Yeah, I’m good. Just super excited to play,” she tries to convince.

By the look on his face, he doesn’t buy it in the slightest. “You know you can talk to me, right?” He reminds her. “I know you classify those two as your best friends,” he points to Scott and Stiles, “but you still got me if you ever need a break from… whatever that is.” She follows his gaze, grimacing as Stiles continuously berates Scott. 

For a moment, a genuine smile takes over her face. She nods in appreciation, “Thanks, Danny. I appreciate it.” 

“Of course,” he pats her back affectionately before standing up and walking over to the goal. 

Fallon takes her own leave, standing up and traveling over to Scott and Stiles who have just joined the rest of the team on the sidelines. The bleachers are full of spectators excited for the Beacon Hills Cyclones' first real game of the season, and both teams are milling around on their respective sidelines as the referee gets in position on the field. She smiles when she notices Melissa and her dad sitting next to each other on the bleachers, engaged in what must be a very entertaining conversation. 

Allison and her father also enter the stands, the former waving enthusiastically at Fallon, holding her popcorn in her other hand. Chris smiles and nods at the girl as well, making Fallon’s nerves skyrocket as she pictures him with an automatic rifle in his hand. Then she remembers she’s going home with them after the game, her overnight bag shoved inside her gym locker. 

“Scott!” Lydia’s voice rings out causing the trio to look in the direction she’s coming from. There’s a certain confidence in her step, a plethora of threats no doubt about to leave her lips as she grips the boy by the collar of his jersey. 

Fallon watches as a jealous expression takes over Stiles’ face. She takes a step forward, leaning into his side. “Down boy,” she whispers. He bites the inside of his cheek but simply wraps his arm around Fallon, pretending the sight doesn’t irritate the living hell out of him. 

“I just want you to remember one thing for tonight…” 

Obviously uncomfortable by Lydia's close proximity and aggressive tone of voice, Scott looks down at her hand, which is still gripping his jersey, and responds nervously, “Uh... w-winning isn't everything?” 

Lydia chuckles sarcastically before letting go of his jersey and smoothing out the wrinkles, straightening his shirt sleeves before answering him. “Nobody likes a loser.” She patronizingly pats his chest before turning to take her seat with Allison and her father. 

Scott shakes his head from the encounter, going to sit down with Fallon and Stiles. He blows out a puff of air, “She’s scary,” he tells them, eyes blown wide. “If Derek doesn’t kill me for playing, she’ll definitely kill me for not playing.” 

“Yeah,” Stiles nods, his eyes following after the redhead. “But she’s hot so it doesn’t matter.” 

“You’re disgusting,” Fallon says with a grossed out expression. 

“At least I don’t find a murderer who buried the body on his property attractive,” he spats back, referring to her comment about Derek in the woods. 

“Why are you acting like you didn’t find him hot too?” She quirks a brow. Stiles opens his mouth and closes it, not able to find a good retort. She smirks, readying her lacrosse stick, “That’s what I thought.” 

The referee blows his whistle causing both teams to charge out onto the field from their respective sides. Loud cheers emanate throughout the crowd as the starting players get into their assigned positions. Fallon takes her spot near Jackson, the two fist bumping as they get ready to play. She keeps a close eye on Scott, watching as he mumbles something under his breath. 

“You’ll be okay,” she whispers, knowing he’ll hear her. “Just try to keep your heart rate down.”

He barely glances in her direction, but she doesn’t miss the grateful smile he sends her. His stature becomes slightly more confident as the crowd continues to whistle and cheer loudly. It’s not long before the referee steps forward, placing the ball between Jackson and one of the players on the opposing team. 

“Down!” He orders them into position. Jackson and the other boy do as they’re told, crouching with their lacrosse sticks touching the ground. “Set!” The ref gives the final warning before the game starts, then the whistle blows. 

Jackson easily scoops up the ball, barely giving the boy in front of him a chance to blink. Fallon follows after the blonde boy, blocking for him as the other players try to knock him down. She manages to lose the player guarding her, freeing herself up for a pass. 

“Jackson!” She yells out at the same time Scott does. 

Scott’s wide open as well with no one coming after him. Fallon swerves to the side, trying to avoid another oncoming player that’s after her. She hopes Jackson takes the opportunity to pass to Scott as she now has more people blocking her. To her dismay, Jackson completely ignores Scott and tosses the ball to her. She grunts before managing to maneuver her way out of the trap the opposing player put her in. The ball lands in her net perfectly. Fallon turns to pass to Scott, but is stopped by player twenty-six on their team, taking the ball from her. 

She furrows her eyebrows, not understanding why he would do that. She shakes off her confusion before continuing her fast pace. Scott once again shouts for them to hand him the ball, but is completely ignored. Suddenly it makes sense to Fallon. They’re doing this on purpose as revenge for Jackson. She rolls her eyes, determined to get Scott the ball at least once during this game. 

Twenty-six throws the ball to another player who has at least three guards on him. Understandably, he misses the catch, giving the other team a perfect chance to swoop up the ball and head in the other direction. 

Scott throws his arms up frustratedly, “Are you kidding me?!” 

The Cyclones manage to get the ball back with number twenty catching the ball and passing it to Jackson. However, Jackson ends up getting slide-tackled, hard, which causes the ball to fly out of his lacrosse stick. Fallon and Scott seem to have the same idea as they see the white ball sitting idly on the grass. She nods at him, silently communicating that she’ll block for him if he wants to go for it. Unfortunately, Jackson sees the small interaction which causes the blonde to shoot up and dart for the ball himself, not wanting Scott to have any of the glory. 

The three of them all begin running towards the ball. Right as Scott is about to scoop it up, Jackson shoves him aside so that he’s able to regain possession of the ball. Scott falls to the ground with enough force that he rolls over several times. Fallon watches angrily as Jackson runs to score the first point of the game. She scoffs at his behavior, but diverts her attention over to Scott. She walks up to him, helping him on his feet. 

“Don’t worry,” she grumbles. “We’ll kick his ass.” 

The crowd in the bleachers starts to stand and cheer, while Stiles watches apprehensively, afraid that the unfair treatment towards Scott will cause him to inadvertently shift on the field. Coach, however, is thrilled by the fact that they scored the first goal of the game and screams from the sidelines, “That's it, Jackson! Get fired up! Fired up!”

It seems now that the rest of the team is purposely ignoring Fallon as well, seeing as she tried to pass to Scott. She waits patiently to hear what Scott has to say as he’s the one who can hear what they’re talking about in the huddle. 

Fallon can hear Lydia loud and clear from the stands. She’s standing on her feet, forcing Allison to hold up a sign that says We Luv U Jackson. Watching Scott’s reaction made her frown. She rubs his back, “Ignore her. We’ve got this. Seriously, don’t let it bother you,” she warns. “We have bigger fish to fry.” 

Scott grumbles under his breath but goes back to listening to the other players. Fallon stays quiet to allow him to hear and isn’t surprised by the information he reveals when he turns to face her. “They were keeping it from me on purpose. And now, they’re doing it to you too.” 

She glares in Jackson’s direction who doesn’t even seem to notice her death stare. They’ve always gotten along as teammates so it makes her furious to see he’s icing her out just because he has a weird need to be in the spotlight. When she glances back at Scott, his eyes flash yellow, and his fangs slowly begin to poke out beyond his lips. She tries to grip his shoulders to calm him, but he’s already storming away from her, getting into formation. 

“Crap…” Fallon huffs. She shakes her head, running back to her own spot as well. Her eyes constantly travel over to Scott, her nerves at their peak at watching him in the process of shifting midgame. 

Allison and Lydia once again hold up the sign, cheering on Jackson. Fallon shakes her head as Scott’s eyes flash yellow again. Lydia really knows how to get under people’s skin. 

“Down! Set!” 

The whistle blows making everyone get ready to try and gain possession of the ball. The two players at the ball come to a stalemate, neither one able to push past the other to grab the ball. The force of having two lacrosse sticks with pressure from opposing sides causes the ball to fly haphazardly into the air. Fallon takes this as an opportunity to help Scott. She darts forward, somehow managing to jump over the heads of the other players, using her smaller stature to gain more height. She makes eye contact with Scott and both of them immediately start running as fast as they can towards the goal.

She deftly dodges a few players, smiling as she hears her father, Melissa, and Sheriff Stilinski cheer in the distance. Seeing a few more players chasing after her, she throws the ball towards Scott who continues the journey. He ducks, weaves, and spins around the other players. He easily slides the ball into the net causing the crowd to jump on their feet ecstatically. 

Fallon runs up to him, the two chest bumping confidently. He wraps his arm around her as they run back to the center of the field, high-fiving their teammates who congratulate them on their play. Both of them find it rather amusing as they were just conspiring against them moments ago. 

“McCall and Donovan!” Coach screams. “Pass. To. McCall and Donovan!” 

The brunette girl smirks smugly seeing how furious Jackson is over the attention being shifted from him to Scott. Everyone returns to midfield, getting in position as the referee gets ready to blow the whistle. Once he does, another stalemate ensues before number forty-three on the opposing team snatches the ball and heads towards their goal. 

Unfortunately, he gets right into Scott’s line of sight. Fallon watches as the boy terrifiedly tosses the ball deliberately into Scott’s net. She can only assume some of his werewolf-itude is what caused the sudden change in ferocity from the other player. She doesn’t take enough time to question it though, focusing on helping Scott make another goal. 

Scott rushes down the field, ducking to avoid any incoming blows from the other team. He runs in a zig-zag pattern, his newfound confidence and skill starting to border the line between natural and supernatural. He takes his shot, throwing the ball so hard that it tears directly through another player's net and flies straight into the goal. Fallon’s jaw drops. How on earth could they explain that? 

With the past two goals, the score is now five to five with only thirty-nine seconds left in the final quarter. Tensions and spirits are high as both teams are desperate to bring home this win for their individual school. Fallon isn’t quite sure if Scott is going to make it through this game without fully shifting. Her and Stiles exchange worried looks, which seems to be the only look they’ve been able to send each other recently. He nods at her, encouraging her to continue playing. She sighs, getting back into her starting position. She tries to ignore Scott’s heavy breathing, not wanting to draw too much attention to the fact that his canine teeth are now actually as sharp as an animals. 

The chirp of a whistle causes Jackson and the opposing player to fight for possession, which ends up with the latter getting the ball. However, his journey down the field is short as he drops the ball. Scott manages to snag it and starts running the other way but suddenly stops. He freezes in place causing everyone in the team and in the stands to start shouting at him. 

“No, no…” Fallon starts inching towards him. “Scott, come on.” 

The clock ticks down to seventeen seconds and the other team starts circling Scott like sharks, trying to get the ball back. “Scott!” She shouts. “Pass the ball! Look at me! Pass the ball!” 

Time is fleeting fast as the girl bounces around the field. She prays that something inside Scott’s mind snaps and he gets back into the game. And somehow, her prayer is answered. His eyes snap up, the golden tint gone as he throws the ball over the heads of the oncoming players and directly into Fallon’s net. 

She acts quick on her feet, knowing that they don’t have much time left. She approaches the goalie, the boy looking slightly terrified by her determined demeanor. Fallon spins, using all of her might to throw the ball into the net. The goalie actually flinches at the amount of force applied to the ball. His net comes nowhere near her shot, missing it completely as it makes it perfectly into the goal. 

The referee blows his whistle just as the buzzer sounds that the game has timed-out, leading all of the supporters of the Beacon Hills Cyclones to leap to their feet and cheer ecstatically, thrilled to see the final score is six to five with Beacon Hills winning the game

Fallon wants to focus on the fact she just scored the game winning point, but her mind is immediately drawn to Scott. She looks over her shoulder and through the masses of people trying to find her best friend, or maybe Stiles. When she finally finds the boy she’s looking for, he’s darting off towards the school. The need to go after him is strong, but if he’s about to shift it would be a better idea if she had some backup.

“Stiles!” Fallon shouts, politely thanking people who congratulate her on the game. She weaves in and out of the crowd, finally reaching the bench where he is. “We need to go,” she tells him with a serious expression. “Now.” 

“Hold on,” the boy mumbles, looking at his dad curiously who is on the phone. 

The girl huffs frustratedly, but knows better than to stop Stiles’ snooping. She waits patiently, hugging her dad and Melissa who have come up to tell her how great she did. She’s a tad surprised though when Chris Argent approaches her with an almost calculated smile. 

“That was some impressive stuff,” he compliments. “Allison wasn’t kidding when she said you were good.” 

“Thank you, sir,” Fallon says appreciatively. “I’m glad you could come.” 

“Yeah, me too,” his voice sounds almost distant. “So, your teammate, McCall is it? He had some pretty interesting moves…”

Fallon swallows thickly, “Uh, y-yeah. Scott’s pretty good at what he does.” 

“Yeah,” his eyes are still focused on something in the distance. “Well, I’m looking forward to having more of a formal introduction with you this evening. That is if you still plan on coming over? I know Allison was really looking forward to it.”

His blue eyes are piercing through her soul. She chuckles awkwardly, nodding her head. “Yeah, I’m really excited. I’ll be there, just after I change and stuff. Don’t wanna stink up your guys’ house,” she jokes in attempts to gain some oxygen back that’s been stolen from her lungs by the tense conversation. 

“Perfect,” he pats her back. “Congratulations again, by the way. I look forward to seeing more games.” 

And with that, he walks away from her. Fallon lets out a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. When she finally turns around to talk to Stiles, his face represents how she feels on the inside. She furrows her eyebrows, “What’s wrong?” 

Stiles hesitantly makes eye contact with her, not really sure how to say his next sentence. “They let Derek out of jail…” he trails off, his mind still trying to process all of the information. 

“What?” Fallon tilts her head. She didn’t necessarily think he did it, but finding the body on his property was pretty damning evidence. It shouldn’t have taken just a few short days to get him off that easily. 

“Yeah,” he shakes his head. “And the real kick to the nuts is that my dad ID’d the dead girl. Laura Hale. His sister.” 

Fallon’s mouth goes dry as she tries to find the right words to say. “That would kind of explain the makeshift burial,” she says weakly. 

Stiles just narrows his eyes at her, not knowing if he’s more appalled learning the dead girl was Derek’s sister or the fact his best friend just tried to justify it. He decides it can be both. “C’mon,” he grabs her hand. “We’ve gotta tell Scott.”

[lil-frenchfri77]

Begin Again Masterlist

Summary: Ever since Bella came back to Forks things between y/n and her boys have been different. Embry and Quil stopped answering phone calls and texts, they’ve even been avoiding her everytime she shows up at their house. So y/n does the only thing she can think to do, she latches onto Jacob just like Bella, and when he starts acting like Embry and Quil did, she makes the decision to not put so much effort into a friendship that is clearly one sided. But what happens one day when Sam’s pack is in town at the same time as y/n and her new friends and two certain boys imprint on their former best friend? And what happens when a former best friend doesn’t feel the same way?

Chapter 1

More chapters to come

[google1000]

Teen Wolf Stiles Stilinski

Oldest~ Top of Section

Youngest~ Bottom Of Section

⭐️-Smut ❤️-Fluff 💔-Angst 🚫-None

🪢- Polyamorous 🍷-Alcohol🩸-Blood ☠️-Death 🤰-Pregnancy

🚺-Female Character 🚹-Male Character ⚧- Gender Neutral Character

Stiles Stilinski (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

Stiles’s Surpriss ~Slut September~ by Imagination-Of-A-Fandom-Slut⭐️🪢🚺

Stormy Nights by RememberStilinski ⭐️🚺

What Do The Strings Mean? by Mf-Despair-Queen⭐️🚺

Mercy by GoldDaggers⭐️🚺

Ski Trip by Mf-Despair-Queen⭐️🚺

Witness Protection- FBI! Stiles Stilinski by Mf-Despair-Queen⭐️🚺

Psychology And Pheromones by SmutAndHalf⭐️🚺

Ex-Friends by WritingsByChlo⭐️🚺

Only Way To Live by Mf-Despair-Queen⭐️🚺

Ok Daddy by SmellsLikeMultifandomImagines⭐️🚺

Sub Stiles by SmellsLikeMultifandomImagines⭐️🚺

Say It Again by SmutAndHalf⭐️🚺

Never Have I Ever by Bruh--WTF⭐️🚺

First Blowjob by StarShipsOfStarLord⭐️🚺

Quite A Freaky Friday by LaheysDork❤️🚺

Study Group (+Lydia) by RickGrimesWifey⭐️🪢🚺

Crazy In Love (+Lydia) by GoldDaggers⭐️🪢🚺

Lover by HarringtonStilinski⭐️🚺

Consider Fake! Dating Me, Stiles by SemiColonsSpace⭐️🚺

!VampireOC x !NerdyStilesStilinski by SemiColonsSpace⭐️🚺

Neighbors by WritingsByChlo⭐️🚺

Restless by DyloBilysMomG⭐️🚺

Galvanic by SemiColonsSpace⭐️🚺

That Was Hot by HarringtonStilinski⭐️🚺

The Trifecta by MaleReader-Inserts❤️🪢🚹

Sub!Stiles While The Reader Is Riding Him In His Jeep by RandomOutSiders⭐️🚺

Interview 002 by MurdrDocs⭐️🚺

Pretty Little Fangs by Sweet-Pea-Channie⭐️🚺

Stiles Stilinski x Issac Lahey x Reader by SmellsLikeMultifandomImagines⭐️🚺

Showering Together Saves Water by StrangerStilinski⭐️🚺

Battlefield by SugarCoatedStarkey⭐️🚺

Scotty Doesn’t Know by JPNRiikiCore⭐️🚺

Pretty Boy by VoidPetrova⭐️🚺

Warmth by Asterias-Record-Shop⭐️🚺

Day #10 by DrabblesOfSmut⭐️🚺

Wanna Ride Stiles While I Wear His Lacrosse Jersey by Murdrdocs⭐️🚺

Eye ... Just Had A Thought But Abt Stiles by Murdrdocs⭐️🚺

[brotheramberland]

So I wanted to talk about how some of my "fictional father" rules and ideas work.

First up: What characters from what fandoms would make good fathers? (Sorry it's a long list. Also, if you're wondering why certain antagonists' were listed, there's more explanation further down).

Fandom: Naruto. Characters: Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, Gaara, Yamato, Gai, Neji, Shikamaru, Iruka, Jiraiya, Itachi, Obito, Orochimaru, and Zabuza.

Fandom: One Piece. Characters: All of the Mugiwara crew, Trafalgar, Kid, Ace, Sabo, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Lucci, Smoker, Katakuri, the Akazaya Nine, Shanks, Buggy, Marco, and Rayleigh. (I could honestly write almost every character on here as a parent figure, but the list would be way too long).

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen. Characters: Lol, all of them.

Fandom: Attack on Titan. Characters: Eren, Armin, Levi, Jean, Reiner, Levi and Erwin.

Fandom: Black Clover. Characters: Umm... All of them? This fandom is beyond rich with potential parent figures, don't even get me started.

Fandom: Guardians of The Galaxy. Characters: Quill, Drax, Rocket, and Yondu.

Fandom: Marvel. Characters: Tony, Thor, Steve, Bucky, Bruce, Scott, Loki, Clint, and Sam.

Fandom(s): DreamWorks and Disney. Characters: Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III, Bruno Madrigal, Grug Crood, Death the Wolf. (And a whole bunch of others.)

Fandom: Criminal Minds. Characters: Spencer, Derek, David, Matthew, and Luke.

Fandom(s): Alien movies like Predator, Avatar, or Transformers for some extra flavor and diversity.

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender. Characters: Aang, Sokka, Zuko, Iroh, and Jet.

Fandom: 911 and 911 Lone Star. Characters: All of them. Every main character within these two fandoms is amazing.

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Why are certain antagonists listed?

Well that's because I'm obsessed with bad guys and I love imagining them in scenarios where they are actually good. Antagonists in general are very powerful, crazy and frightening, but if you keep those attributes and turn them into good people with good intentions, they make for some pretty awesome, likable parent figures.

So if I ever write an antagonist as a parent figure, just know that I'm intentionally making them good for the benefit of the reader-inserts and the drabbles. But, hey, if you wanna read and imagine them the way they originally are, then by all means I support you.

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I obviously have father figures covered, but what about mother figures?

There are lots of female characters I love, but I primarily want to focus on the males just because that is my preference. However, on down the road I do see myself writing mother drabbles. I wouldn't mind. And, considering the circumstances of the reader-inserts, a mother figure might be more suited for the plot. You never know.

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What will the reader-inserts be like?

For reader-inserts under the age of twelve, I will display it in the title as "child!reader".

For reader-inserts over the age of twelve, I will display it in the title as "teen!reader".

For child reader plots, I plan for them to be mostly fluffy and light-hearted. You know, young kids are curious, they're inexperienced, they're clumsy, they get scared, they get bullied, and so on and so forth. There's lots of topics and plots I can create for child reader-inserts.

For teen reader plots, things might get a little bit more angsty. As we all know, teenage years are absolutely insane. Teenagers are rebellious, they're curious, they're discovering their own sexuality, they're going through puberty, and they're trying new, dangerous and some times risky things. Teenagers are also very, VERY emotional, and under certain circumstances they can really struggle with anxiety, depression, social stability, loneliness and a whole bunch of other stuff. Of course there will be fluff in these drabbles, but also some light angst here and there.

For the most part the reader will be portrayed as the biological child of the character, but I do plan on writing lots of adoption stuff too.

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The father figures won't always be perfect.

As we all probably know, parents are anything but perfect. They make mistakes. Lots and lots of mistakes. And sometimes parents don't care that they make mistakes, nor do they ever try to right their wrongs and apologize. Some parents don't even want to accept nor understand their child. (I'm sure some of you know what I mean).

But whereas these fictional father figures may make mistakes, they also try to fix those mistakes and right their wrongs. That's what I plan to accomplish with my father drabbles. I want to create loving, supportive, understanding father figures who are willing to do anything for their child. Because when you're a kid and you struggle with life, a loving parent is all you really want.

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What about characters who are too young to have kids?

So an example for this would be any character that is around the age of 15-25 like Luffy. Well there are two simple solutions to this. Either I'll age up the characters or I'll say that the reader is adopted. It kind of just depends on what the drabble calls for.

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Why am I doing this?

Well if you're like me and you had a rough childhood, then you just kind of want to reimagine yourself in a scenario where you're happy, accepted, catered, loved, protected, safe and cared for. I just want this to be something akin to a safe place for people to come and find joy and peace in the drabbles that I create.

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Mild disclaimer: I know I have a lot of characters in mind to write for, but the process of my updates may be slow-going sometimes because I do have a full time job and annoying adult responsibilities. I try to write whenever I can. If updates seem slow, just know that I'm sorry and that I'm trying my hardest to supply you with all the fictional father goodness you crave.

Ta-ta my friends!

[yourmomxx]

yourmomxx’s 1k special

status: closed

hello guys! First of all, I want to thank you all so very much for >1.000 followers on here! I’m so happy this many people enjoy and like my content, especially because I never meant for it to become this serious. So thank you all so so much, and have this little special as a treat!

what is it?

it’s a special occasion where I expand my usual request list. For 10 days (you see what I did there, 10 as in 1000), you have the time to not just request fics about my usual fandoms, but also about:

actors - from those specific fandoms or even more

ships that don’t include a reader!insert

an even wider range of movies and tv shows

you also have the opportunity to ask me some personal questions about myself if you’d like!

how does it work?

the rules are the same as always. from now on, for 10 days you can request anything you like and I will get to writing it as soon as possible!

who can you request for?

my already established fandoms

+ scream franchise, 911, brooklyn 99, harry potter franchise, grimm, teen wolf

actors from these fandoms

male as well as female or gender neutral reader, sibling relationship, family dynamic, platonic or romantic

ships that don’t include a reader insert, but are (maybe) going on in the show: for example buddie (911), chara (scream 2022), …

and, to make it all a bit more exciting: here are also some sneak peaks of upcoming fics - enjoy and thank you again for 1000 followers!!

a pearl - dean winchester x fem!reader

spring mornings - jason todd x fem!reader

father of mine - dean winchester x daughter!reader

also:

glory and gore - jj maybank x male!reader (requested)

batboys x reader with albinism (requested headcanons)

random jj maybank relationship headcanons (male!reader)

a small dad!dean ficlet (based on this fanart)

[gryfflepuffinthetardis]

Who I've Written/Will Write For

Original Female Characters (Usually related to a Character) I don't usually write reader-insert stories but I did have one for David Tennant characters and I did the whole series of Takin' Over the Asylum plus some original stories added afterwards. I was also working on Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader stories. I don't write stories about the actual actors, it just makes me uncomfortable, I mean how would you feel of people writing you where you do whatever they want. It just makes me uncomfortable.

The Tenth Doctor

Campbell Bain (Takin' Over the Asylum; Young David Tennant) (Reader insert story)

Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds)

Raymond Wadsworth (Gothic Suburban)

Chip Taylor (68 Kill)

Lesley Juniment-Smith (I need to find a version of the movie where I can have the subtitles.)

Steve Harrington

Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)

Fred Weasley (Might not post; This story got me banned from Wattpad.)

[colequette]

masterlist 🧸 I will take requests for any of the male characters in the medias I listed below, I write predominantly female readers but am open to male & gender neutral inserts for requests!

percy jackson & the olympians

coming soon . . .

the darkest minds

coming soon . . .

the maze runner

coming soon . . .

teen wolf

coming soon . . .

the mortal instruments

coming soon . . .

© colequette | est. 2024

[cookiepotofchaos]

Sapphic Fandom Stats: Problems with Looking at the Data

When I was looking through the data gathered on the works tagged with the F/F category, I saw a few things that made me wonder how many of the works were focused on sapphic relationships, and how many had them as background relationships.

This is something people looking for WLW/sapphic works have commented on before; that background tagging can make up the majority of a day's updates in some pairing tags.

A month or two back, I saw a few people commenting on it regarding looking for Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler fics. Interested in what the numbers said, I did some basic analysis of a sample of most of the F/F tagged works (>,5000 works) in Stranger Things on AO3 and found a few things that did indicate a fair bit of background tagging. Tagging is tricky at times; ask a group of fans how they'd want a work to be tagged and you'd probably get so many conflicting responses that you'd leave the group still unsure how to tag your work. This really isn't meant to single out people for wrong tagging or anything of the sort; it's to highlight how it makes analysis of sapphic-focused works more difficult, especially in bigger fandoms. This is why I have not tagged any fandoms on this post as well. Note: The tag: #Cookies Sapphic Fandom Stats can be used to filter out or follow these types of posts.

Stranger Things - F/F Categorised Works

There were 5,890 works included in the search with the following findings: ~7% of works had no female characters tagged as characters at all. ~10% of works had no F/F pairing at all tagged in the Relationships tag section. ~26% of works did not contain a single one of the combinations of F/F between Stranger Things characters that I could think of, including Rare Pairs like Robin Buckley/Kali Prasad, and Reader/You works which could be written either as gender neutral or female self-inserts. If we were being very generous with considering misspellings and errors that the Tag Wranglers wrangled under single tags (e.g. Something like "Robyn/Christie" as a misspelling) we could take that down to 20% of the works in the F/F category containing no sapphic relationships tagged between Stranger Things characters. The F/F pairings that make up the difference between this section and the above section, were non-Stranger Things characters (in crossovers, drabble collections etc.) There were ~3.5% which contained just one of the following tags without another pairing tagged: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, and Steve Harrington/Johnathan Byers. This percentage was also the result of a quick manual review to check the characters were written as male (i.e. not trans head-canons or gender swaps).

Finally, the stats above don't take into consideration the works where the relationships are tagged but are given very little page-time. For example of the 5890 F/F works: 1,810 works were tagged with Steve/Eddie, 1,151 were tagged with Will/Mike, and 439 were tagged Billy/Steve. A quick check of random pages from those filters suggests that as many as 40-50% of the works tagged with those relationships (especially Steve/Eddie) have those relationships as the main focus of the story-line with the F/F relationship as secondary.

So, the numbers also indicate that background tagging of pairings and F/F categories happens, at least in some fandoms.

Back to the week's works and the background tagging problem there

So, with that background information in mind, Stranger Things being up in 5th made me wonder if that was at play here. When I scrolled down and spotted fandoms I knew to lean strongly achillean in pairings like Heartstopper and Teen Wolf ranking fairly high up, I decided to check manually. I checked the summaries for each work and used the tag cloud extension to see which names were repeated most often throughout a work (indicating which characters the work focuses on most). Just over 1/3 of the F/F works in the Stranger Things tag for the week did not mention any sapphic characters or pairings in the summary, and female characters were much smaller in the frequency tag cloud, indicating they were secondary/tertiary characters. In Heartstopper, around 2/3 of the works did not mention the sapphic pairing or characters in the summary and female characters were much smaller in the frequency tag cloud. In Teen Wolf, 5/6 of the works did not mention the sapphic pairing or characters in the summary and female characters were much smaller in the frequency tag cloud. So, it did indeed look like the total original 7,750 works tagged with the F/F category, were unlikely to majority be focused on F/F works.

This is why, for the stats back on the week's F/F works, I ended up opting to filter out works that were also tagged with M/M and with F/M. This means that some sapphic-focused works with background relationships for those other categories were missed, but did highlight more fandoms with a sapphic skew to their recent works, which is ultimately what I was interested in. It also suggested that in some fandoms, if you want to find works about sapphic pairings, you may need to resort to completely excluding big M/M or (in some other fandoms) F/M pairings entirely, or use "otp: true" in the search box of AO3's filter menu along with your preferred pairing.

[imaginefan]

Tribrid

Scott McCall X Reader

Word Count: 1604

Requested: @princessskinnee18

Request: Can you do a scott mcall x hybrid reader where she is a werewolf and a vampire AND Can you do a request of the reader being original tribird and klaus and hayley where they she leaves her abusive family goes to new Orleans and she and Scott falls in love and they have a family together

You should have known that no matter where you went trouble would follow close behind, although to be fair to you trouble was already in this town where you got there, werewolves run the place and everything else just runs through it. It seemed that you just added the supernatural roster. You tried to keep your head down doing what you were supposed to, that is until you heard two boys talking. “What the hell is a Tribrid?” One of them asked, the one you realised was human. “I don’t know, maybe we should ask Deaton.” The other said, he seemed to be the alpha, he was nothing like Klaus though, far less confident even with the power that you could feel rolling off of him. “You can smell it?” The human asked. “No, there's nothing different.” The wolf answered and you smirked to yourself, you’d had years to perfect your hidden scent, Klaus was the one who taught you how to do it, he wanted to make sure that you were able to hide from anyone who came looking. “Well we need to find them before they hurt someone.” The human said, you closed your locker holding the books that you had gathered before walking past them. They both stopped talking when you got close enough, only starting again when you were around the corner. “We don’t know if they are going to hurt anyone.” The wolf reminded him. “Well we don’t know that they won’t.” The human answered, you decided to stop listening after that. They didn’t trust you but they didn’t know you either and you wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.

It only took a few days for your cover to be blown. You were heading home after studying for far too long, you heard the screaming in the library and headed straight over, when you got there you saw the human that hung out with the wolf all the time, you’d managed to learn his name, Stiles. He was being chased by someone “Hey!” You called both of them and looked at you and the boy at the bottom of the scaffolding smirked as he turned on you. “You’ll make a good snack.” He said, you raised an eyebrow as he moved towards you. “Run!” Stiles yelled but you stood your ground. “Are you sure that you want to do this?” You asked. “You think you can kill me?” He asked, showing off his sharp teeth and you shrugged. “You think that you can take me?” You asked, showing off your own fangs and eyes before he dove at you, you easily overpowered him, knocking him to his knees and pulling his head back so that he was looking at you “looks like I could kill you.” “Wait!” Stiles called out and you looked up at him, in that moment the boy that you were holding tried to break free from you. “Stop squirming.” You growled, tightening your hold on him. “Donovan, what are you doing here?” He asked. “I came to kill you.” He answered “then I’m going to kill your dad.” “You really should threaten people in the position that you are in.” You warned him. “What does it matter to you, you don’t know them.” He said and you nodded. “You're right I don’t know them but that doesn’t mean that I won’t kill you, they seem like good people and I’ve been trained to kill first and ask questions later.” You answered lips close to his ear as you adjusted your hold on his neck, that was when you smelt it, it smelt like he was dying, there was something wrong with him and by the smell of it, it was going to be painful if you let it continue. Your hands moved into the perfect position to snap his neck. “No wait.” He pleaded. “I’m sorry that this was done to you.” You said softly and before he could even think about it you snapped his neck. “What did you do!?” Stiles asked. “Gave him mercy.” You answered. “What are you-?” You pulled him behind the bookcase as someone came into the library, The Doctors didn’t say anything as they cleaned up Donovan and took the body with them. “Whatever they did to him was killing him, and it would have been painful if I had left him, not to mention he was going to kill you.” You reminded him. “Oh god what am I going to tell Scott.” Stiles asked himself. “The truth, I killed him, tell him that I will talk to him if that’s what he wants.” You shrugged “go home, get some rest.” “You can just sleep after that?” He asked. “Considering everything that I’ve been through, it’s a wonder that I sleep at all.” You shrugged.

The next day you were sitting in the cafeteria eating your food sipping blood from your thermos when Stiles and Scott sat in front of you “can I help you?” You asked. “You know what we’re here for.” Scott said. “Right, are we talking about this here or would you like to go somewhere else?” You asked. “We want you to come down to the Sheriff’s office to talk about everything.” Scott said. “I assume they know about everything that goes on here.” You said and Scott nodded. “He’s my Dad.” Stiles answered. “Right.” You nodded “I’ll meet you there then.”

You did as they asked, meeting them at the station that evening, when you got there, there was one deputy that you could literally smell the ash on, the rest of the building was empty apart from Scott, Stiles and the Sheriff. “The boys said that you had something that you needed to tell me.” The Sheriff said. “I killed what was his name… Donovan?” You asked as you looked at Stiles. “Yes.” Stiles answered. “Donovan. I killed him, snapped his neck like a toothpick.” You said. “And you're proud of that?” The Sheriff asked. “No, but he was dying, I could smell it on him and I thought it was better to kill him then to let him suffer.” You explained. “What are you?” Scott asked. “Tribrid.” You answered “but those weird doctors have been talking about me haven’t they so you already know that.” “We don’t kill people here.” Scott said. “And I don’t let a threat live, the last time I did that I died.” You said. “What?” Scott asked. “There are very specific ways to kill a creature like me but don’t you worry as long as I stay your ally there’s nothing to worry about.” You winked.

You stuck close to the pack after that, helping them where you could and given your unique set of skills that was in a lot of places, however the night of the Supermoon you were the only one that could stop Theo’s plan, with Liam completely giving into his anger, you had to help. The mountain ash at the exit of the library was the only obstacle, an easy one that you used your magic to get past, when you got there Liam had already done pretty bad damage. “Liam! Look here! You're angry at Scott for what!?” You asked. “He didn’t save her.” He answered and you looked at him. “If that’s the case then you should probably kill me too, I could have saved her, my blood heals everything, one of the upsides to having vampire blood.” You held your arm up. “What?” He asked turning his full attention to you, launching at you, he was easy to deflect and fight off, he was strong and he got a few good hits in before you managed to get to Scott, you bit into your wrist pressing it to his lips, you could see the wounds on his body healing and breathed a sigh of relief, you got there in time. You dragged back, you felt the claws at your neck before you felt the pain and then nothing.

You took in a deep breath as you sat up in the bed, your eyes moving around the room trying to figure out where you were. “Hey it’s okay, you're safe.” Your eyes found Melissa, Scott’s mum across the room. “Where’s Scott?” You asked. “He’s okay, he’s in the bathroom.” Melissa said you nodded. “Thank you, you saved him.” “It’s nothing he’s been kinder than most have, even my parents didn’t love me enough to keep me safe.” You shrugged. “Well it doesn’t matter because I don’t have a pack anymore.” Scott said “Theo won.” “Theo has only won when you let him.” You said “the man that adopted me, the world was against him for a long time before he managed to get on top of it all, he has a daughter, plus me and a whole city to call his own, I would happily help you, whether the others choose to or not.” “Why?” He asked. “You're worth the fight.” You shrugged. “You know in the time that I’ve been here, you’ve never once blamed me for anything or demanded to know why I act the way that I do, you’ve trusted that I had a reason and left it at that. People like you are rare, especially in the world that we live in. If I could find more like you I would but instead I’ll have to settle for protecting the ones that I already have.” You sat up in the bed “you let me know when you're ready to get rid of Theo and put your family back together and I’ll help you.” “Until then?” Melissa asked. I guess I’ll just make sure that everyone stays alive.” You shrugged as you disappeared out of the room leaving Scott to think.

Requests and general question!

[hannya-writes]

Hello, Stranger and welcome to my lair. My name is Hannya, I'm in my thirties and I write fanfiction.

Warnings English is not my first language. Spanish is my first language so, if you see some grammar error, tell me so I can fix it. I don't write a lot of smut/Nsfw/Steamy situations, but I can't promise this place is for people under 18 years. So... Go away child!!

What do I write?

Usually it depends on my humor and what I'm watching or obssessing about. I usually write thinking of a female character, so be warned. If you want a list of fandoms... ok, here is a list of some fandoms have wrote about:

Masterlist I

One Piece

Attack on Titan

Gangsta

Boku no Hero Academia

Jujutsu Kaisen

Dc Comics Multiverse

Masterlist II

Harry Potter Universe

Once upon a Time

Star Wars

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

Law and Order SVU

Marvel Multiverse

Genshin Impact

What I won't write?

Lolis, pedophilia, monsterfucking, golden shower, excrement things, I don't even write a lot of nswf.

Genres

Now, about the genres I like, i like many but I mostly write about romance, angst, bad endings, drabbles, bullet headcanon-stories (?) (how is that called?), short scenarios, dramatic situations.

Warnings

English is not my first language. Spanish is my first language so, if you see some grammar error, tell me so I can fix it.

I don't write a lot of smut/Nsfw/Steamy situations, but I can't promise this place is for people under 18 years. So... Go away child!!

Request

Yeah, about that... I do take request, but if you expect me to be quick then forget about it! Sorry, but I have busy live and as you will notice if you stay, I'm not always here. However, if I definitely won't write the request I'll say it.

[thranduilsperkybutt]

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairings: Peter Hale/Reader; mentions of Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Ever since you’ve moved to Beacon Hills, something been off about Peter Hale. You finally figure out what it is

Warnings: Mild language

Word Count:  1920

Reader Gender: Female

Author: Gabby

[lis-likes-fics]

Be a Good Girl

Pairings: Peter Hale x Kitsune!Reader Warnings: Smut, sex, steamy sex, punishment sex, oral (fem!receiving), fingering, just a lot of sex. A/N: Almost didn't post this one tbh. Last one only got three notes and two of them were mine. I hope it's good, happy reading.

"This is stupid," you told him with a roll of your eyes.

Peter looked at you with a sigh, "It isn't stupid, it's necessary. You were the one who told me to reconcile what's unreconcilable, and who doesn't like a party?"

You turned to him and shrugged, "I'm sure parties aren't the most comfortable things in the world for people who have almost been killed a million times at them. It's probably worse when the host of the party is a psychopathic wolf who's known for his plots and plans to kill people."

He smirked darkly at you, "Now, kitten. Let's not forget who's the one letting the 'psychopathic wolf' between her legs..."

You clenched your jaw and huffed as you looked away, blush covering your cheeks. "That doesn't mean this idea isn't stupid. You couldn't just... deeply apologize and cry your eyes out in your most sincerest regrets?"

He shook his head, "I don't do tears... unless they're coming from you."

You crossed your arms over your chest and leaned to the side. "How gentlemanly."

He scoffed as he stalked over to you. "Oh, there's nothing gentle about the way I handle you, my little vixen."

You clenched your jaw again. "Look, I'll see you at the party. Please... be a good boy."

You turned to leave. With your back facing him, he was suddenly pressed against you with his hand coming around your throat, his fingers tracing the column as you breathed shallowly. His lips came next to your ear, his teeth just grazing your lobe before whispering, "I think it's you who should be a good girl."

You did not respond, too focused on the pooling between your legs as his hands trailed along your sides, dipping low and gripping your thigh. "Do you understand me, sweetling?"

You let out a slow breath and nodded slowly, "Yes."

"Yes... what?" he questioned, his breath fanning along the side of your face. You knew he was listening closely to your heart pounding in your chest, reveling in the way you reacted to him.

"Yes... Alpha."

He smirked, taking in a deep breath through his nose. "Good girl," he said before pulling away from you. "Go on."

You walked away to get away from him, almost embarrassed at how wet he had gotten you without actually touching you.

This was going to be a long night.

—

"A pain in my ass, that's what he is," you said with a roll of your eyes as you talked with Stiles and Lydia.

Stiles shrugged a little, "Yeah, thought so."

"So tell me again," Lydia said, "Why are we here? Why did he all of a sudden decide to throw a party for us?"

You took a sip of your drink, glancing around the apartment that was decorated only slightly well for the party. Scott was talking to Peter with Malia, both looking very cautious of him as he spoke about god knows what.

"I told him to just apologize and make amends. Apparently, he heard 'throw a party to bribe the guests to be friends'," you responded.

You glanced back again to see Peter giving you glare. You just smirked a little at him, throwing a wink his way before rolling your eyes in Peter's direction when Scott and Malia turned around.

"Interesting approach," Lydia mumbled, glancing at Stiles.

"And why is he trying to make amends?" Stiles asked. "I mean, it's kind of out of nowhere... isn't he the ultimate bad guy?"

You sighed, swirling the drink in your hand, "Exactly. He keeps trying to hit on me so I told him the only way I'd even consider is if he stopped being so despicable." You leaned forward with a whisper, as if you were trying to keep it a secret from Peter. "Obviously, I'm lying, but it's good to have hope."

They chuckled lightly. You were lying. You did tell Peter that if he wanted to stay with you, he would have to be better. As much as you liked the bad boys, he took the title to the next level and it was not what you wanted from him. He did not have to become a good-two-shoes, but he did have to stop trying to kill people you considered friends.

You considered Peter just someone you picked up for a ride, for a fun time... but the more time you spent with him, the more you were trying to push away the fact that he was becoming for of just a "fun ride".

But you were a fox, a kitsune, a trickster spirit, and you would not let yourself become susceptible to being tricked by a wolf. You would have your fun and move on to your next ride.

And having your fun meant doing what you do best: annoying the absolute hell out of your little wolf plaything.

"Well, hopefully it works, or we're going to have a severe headache on our hands," Stiles said, glancing at Peter before taking a large sip from his drink and walking away.

Kira and Mason suddenly appeared in front of you as you sat down in a chair. "Just to be clear, this isn't some sort of trap?" she questioned.

You shook your head, "No, Kira, if this was some sort of trap, I would have told you."

"Right," she nodded to try and reassure herself. "Because you spend time with Peter—for some reason—and you know how his mind works, and we're friends so you would know if he was planning something, and you wouldn't let us fall into one of his traps."

Mason continued, "Cause if you did something like that, then we wouldn't be friends because that wouldn't be a friendly thing to do. So we're safe, we're in the clear."

"And we're rambling," Kira stopped.

"Kira, Mason," you stopped her, "calm yourselves. Everything is fine. Just enjoy the party, but don't drink that." You pointed to the cup in her hand that was filled with the punch.

They gave panicked looks. Mason spoke, "What? Why not? What's in it?" They brought their cups to their noses and sniffed it quickly.

You then smiled and shook your head with a chuckle, "I'm kidding. Everything is safe. Go hang out, keep an eye on Peter." They nodded and turned to leave, obviously still nervous with the way they quickly left.

"You should be more careful," Peter's voice suddenly said beside you. You barely reacted as you hummed, moving to go get another drink.

"They'll be fine. Especially Kira, she's tough," you told him.

"I wasn't talking about that fox." You turned to sed him giving you that look. It was the same look he gave you when he got fed up with your tricks. He kept his voice low so the others could not hear you both. "I don't appreciate the way you've been acting tonight... Those things you keep saying about me to put them on edge, it doesn't help."

You shrugged and he moved his lips closer to your ear. "You're supposed to be my advocate."

"The devil's advocate, my favorite role," you turned to face him.

"No, simply an advocate," he said. "I told you to behave."

"I am behaving," you countered, raising a brow in amusement. "I'm just not behaving well."

He rolled his eyes, glancing around to see if anyone was looking. There were, in fact, more than a couple people watching. There were Chris and Scott glancing back and forth between them as they talked under their breaths, Stiles and Malia blatantly watching them, and Derek acting like he, Liam, and Kira were talking.

Peter sighed and simply whispered in your ear, "If you don't behave, little kitten, I'll have to punish you."

A smirk spread over the side of your lips that the on-looking guests could not see, but quickly disappeared as soon as your face was in view again. You replaced your smirk with a glare and a scowl. "Nice one," you replied, your voice just loud enough so the others could hear.

You grabbed your refill and walked away from Peter. You saw Stiles and Malia move over to Scott, Stiles mumbling to the wolves and the hunter, "Yeah, we're all going to die."

Peter rolled his eyes at you, his hand clenching into a fist. He whispered under his breath as his eyes trailed after you, "You're going to get it when we're alone."

—

You did ease up a little bit after that conversation, but not enough for Peter to be satisfied. You still hinted that he had unsavory intentions and that everyone should be wary of him, but behaved enough to where they were not openly ready to fight... besides Malia, who had no problem with starting a fight.

When it was time to leave, everyone did so as quickly as possible to get out of the danger zone. You were still sat at one of the stools with a drink in your hand, setting it down on the counter and checking the time on your phone.

As soon as the door was closed and everyone was outside of hearing distance, Peter was in front of you again. You were almost caught off guard by the way he took your throat in his hand, his claws out as his anger became evident.

He made you look up at him, standing right in front of you with dark eyes that bore into your soul. From where he was positioned, he was more than towering over you and effectively making you feel small.

"Do you think this is funny?" he asked, his lips twitching in anger.

You kept up your cool. "Hilarious."

"You can't keep saying that I need to be better and then debunk every effort I make to do so," he argued.

You rolled your eyes, only for him to grip your throat tighter, his claws almost digging into your skin. You spoke calmly, "Peter, they're not going to believe you if you just randomly decide to become good. Obviously, I have to oppose you because they would be less inclined to listen if you started out nice. Instead of throwing a party, do some small and worn your way up, or they will never trust you."

He leaned forward, his face right in front of yours, "I still told you to behave."

You met him in the middle, or at least as close as you could get with him holding your throat, your lips barely touching his, "And I told you... I am behaving, just not well."

He examined your face, his anger being replaced with a smirk as he straightened his spine again. "I think I may know how to remedy that..."

You raised a brow, "By being more specific?"

"No," he replied, his eyes dark and his voice raspy with annoyance. One hand was still secure around your throat, while his other hand moved to his belt. He began to undo it, the metal clinking against it before coming undone. He unbuttoned it and the zipper swiftly came down.

You were growing hotter and hotter as he teased you with how slowly he was removing his belt. Your lips were almost watering, and you were practically buzzing with need. You knew your antics would annoy him in just the right place, make him feel to need to reprimand you in a way that you would favor.

Your eyes darkened and you had to fight the curl of your lips at your excitement. But it did not matter how hard you tried to contain yourself, Peter picked up on it. Of course you had been acting out, this was the attention you wanted from him, and he was about to give it to you.

The thing was, Peter also knew a trick or two...

His hand fell from his pants, which now had a tent in it at the thought of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock. "You know what..." he muttered, "you don't deserve that one..."

He watched as your excitement fell, putting a damper on the high he had created. He watched you squirm as you mumbled, "Aren't you going to punish me, Peter?"

He smirked, "I know a better way."

You raised a hand to his thigh, squeezing as you let it venture up toward what you wanted. "No better way than this to... put me back in my place," you said as your hand met his clothed cock.

He grabbed your wrist roughly and pulled it away. "As I said... I know a better way." He bent down and you were suddenly thrown over his shoulder as he strolled over to the couch. He sat down with you positioned over his lap.

Oh.

His hands smoothed along your skin, the back of your thighs, the inside of your thighs. His lips were curled into a smirk as he looked over you. "I have been needing to do this for a while now..." he quipped. "No better time than the present, I suppose."

"I like the other one better," you mumbled as you pouted, your face flushed at the new position.

"I know you do," he replied. His fingers hooked the top of your jeans, yanking them over your ass as your panties went with. He removed them completely from you, moving your shirt up so your ass was bare for him.

He hummed as his hand smoothed over the soft skin, gripping you tightly in his large hand as you stifled a moan. "You know..." he whispered, "over our time together, I always knew you were a little brat... and the best way to take a brat is to give her a little spank."

He accentuated the word with smack to your ass. There was a sting where he hit you, and you almost moved out of his lap to look at him.

That's it? That's all he was doing? Your lips would be wrapped around his dick in no time if that was it.

You got settled in his lap with a huff. "If you must," you mumbled.

He just continued to smirk, his hand still smoothing against your skin. "I want you to count with me each strike, and you will thank me for each one... the correct way."

You nodded and he forcefully grabbed your face, "Use your words, kitten."

"Yes, Alpha," you responded.

"Good girl," he smirked. You stifled the whimper that threatened to pull from your throat at his words. He always knew just what to say to get you hit and bothered, didn't he?

His palm flattened against your ass then as he let go of your face. You laid obediently across his lap and waited for him to start so you could get to the fun stuff.

His hand lifted into the air, and you were nowhere near prepared for the impact his hand made with your ass. It had caught you off guard, the pain so great that it took a moment for it to register in your mind and in your skin.

You yelped as the pain blossomed across your skin, your thighs quivering and your fists clenching. Your mind was instantly hazy, your mouth went slack.

You almost did not hear Peter's voice as he expectantly waited for you. "I didn't hear you, girl," he said.

You had to take a second to remember as you spoke, "One. Thank you, Alpha."

He smiled and sighed, "Good." You had to brace for the next strike, which had you jolting forward in shock. It was not long before the pain was mixing into a strange pleasure, the wetness pooling in your thighs and making them slick with arousal.

"Two. Thank you, Alpha," you spoke. He struck you a third time, his hit somehow much harder as you almost screamed his name. "Three," you gasped, breathing out to try and ground yourself again, "Thank you, Alpha."

He smirked as his hand momentarily dipped between your thighs, his palm flattening against your slick pussy as he collected your arousal. "This might help a little bit," he remarked before hitting you again, the wetness on his hand making the pain greater.

You moaned that time, your face flushed and your ass definitely red and on its way to blue and purple. You counted it and thanked him, your face trying to hide away from him.

This went on for a while and you did your best to keep count, as he kept threatening to start over if the count was lost. You were fairly certain you had skipped backward or forward a couple of times, but he had decided to take pity on you.

When the blows were finished, his hand smoothed over your bruised ass as you tried to hide your bruised ego. His lips brushed against the shell of your ear as he whispered, "Will you behave well now, my little vixen?"

You nodded gently, trying your best to get out of the words, "Yes, Alpha." He smirked and kissed the back of your neck. Your ass hurt like nothing else, but the stinging was mixing with the pleasure and excitement that made your body buzz and your thighs coat with more arousal.

This did not go unnoticed by Peter as his hand dipped between them again, his fingers teasing your folds. "Such a naughty girl," he tutted with a shake of his head. He pulled his fingers between his lips, his eyes closing as he tasted you.

He moved to stand, going to the arm of the sofa and dragging you by your ankles so you were lying over it. You let him do it, still trying to recover from the intense punishment.

Peter lifted you shirt over your head carefully, unclasping your bra so you were bare in front of him, even if you were lying on your stomach. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, his fangs just brushing your skin with temptation. He then let out a sigh and straightened his back again.

He moved to his knees, his hands spreading your cheeks so he had a better view of your drenched pussy. "Look at this," he said, leaning forward and planting a kiss to the bruises along your ass. "I really did a number on you, didn't I? Maybe next time you'll think twice before you misbehave."

You nodded, "Yes, Alpha." Your voice was shaky, all of the mixed feelings along your body making it hard to focus. You were brought back to the present, however, when his tongue licked a long stripe up your pussy. You gasped as your eyes opened, your mouth falling slack to let loose a moan.

You could feel his stubble brushing against your skin, which only aided in making you somehow wetter. The deep moan that came from his throat was nothing if not sinful as his eyes closed at the taste of you.

"Simply delectable," he commented. "I could stay here forever tasting you."

You cursed yourself. You almost started begging for him. It was far too early to start begging. You would only beg when he inevitably turned you into a puddle of your own arousal.

You felt Peter's thick fingers slowly begin to fill your pussy, your slick giving him no trouble in doing so. A stifled moan left your lips, your hands grasping the cushions as your face buried in them. "I'm sure you're just loving this, aren't you?" he questioned, one hand grasping your thigh.

You let out a quick breath, "Could be a little better." He hummed, thrusting his fingers deeper inside of you and curling them, his free hand pushing your legs apart more. "I bet it could," he smirked.

Peter licked another strip up your cunt, humming at your taste before he began to suck on your folds. His tongue swiped along them, dipping into your pussy. He could hear your heart pounding in your chest, smell the pleasure oozing out of your skin. It made him grip your legs tighter, settling in closer as he spread them.

He sucked on your clit, his tongue still playing with you so deliciously. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, so close to your release. You needed it, you craved what this man could do to you with nothing but his tongue.

But he knew what you wanted, what you needed. He knew how close you were getting, but he would not let you get it.

So he pressed his fingers into you and coaxed you to the edge. You were just about to come, it was right there, when he pulled away from you. You whimpered, the feeling of unfulfillment and utter frustration washing over you and filling you with dread.

You gripped the cushions, your eyes shining a fiery amber as you looked back at him. You bared your teeth at him, clenching them tightly. He just smirked at you, his hand smoothing against your back and tracing along your spine. The simple move was one that you hated he knew, because it rendered you useless as you practically fell back down. He always used it when he needed you to relax your body, to stand down and let him do what he needed—or simply wanted—to do.

"You forget your place, little one," he said, his lips right next to your ear once again as he taunted you, his fingers still pressed to your back.

"I'll get you back, you know," you replied quietly.

"Sure you will," he said, pushing his fingers back into your cunt. You could not hold back the moan that escaped you. Your thighs clenched and your hips wiggled, but you knew he was not going to give you what you wanted... not yet anyway.

This went on for too long. You were wet and frustrated, but you could not do anything to retaliate because he kept using that annoying trick on you. You had not realized you had begun crying until you felt the tears dripping onto your arm. "Peter, I need to cum..." you tried, your legs shaking as you clenched the cushions again.

His hands were gripping your thighs, his tongue at work as he ravaged you like you were his last meal on Earth. The sounds that rumbled in his chest vibrated through you. You were a mess.

He pulled back for just a moment, replacing his mouth with his fingers to say, "I know you do, kitten... but that's not how we ask for things, is it?"

You did not want to succumb yet. You wanted to prove that you still had some fight left in you, but you knew that he had you by the throat. He truly could stay there forever, whether you pleaded for him or not. You had lost track of time, and you were in need of a release from this endless cycle he was putting you through, building you up to make you cum before breaking you down by simply pulling away.

You needed to cum, and you needed him to let you.

"Please, Alpha, please let me cum," you cried. "I need it, I need you!"

He pulled away, a smirk on his face as his dark eyes watched you. "Such a good girl you are. Stubborn, but good."

However, he did not fulfill your wishes. He removed his hand from you and stood, bending his body over yours as a hand wrapped around your throat again. You hummed, your eyes fluttering closed at the contact. "Say it again for me, little vixen. Tell me how much you want me."

Your breath was labored, but your heart was pounding. "Oh, please. Please fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me, Alpha. I need you to make me cum, please."

"Atta girl," he said, nibbling the back of her neck before pulling back again. You looked back to see him pull his shirt over his head, throwing it away from him without taking his eyes from you. Your eyes raked over his body, appreciating the view he was providing you with.

He placed a hand on your lower back, his other moving to shove his fingers into your pussy again as he lifted your ass up. You whimpered in reply, grunting when he pulled out of you again.

With one hand, he cleaned his fingers of your arousal as the other pushed his pants down his legs. He stepped out of them, presenting himself naked behind you. He stepped into you, his cock pressing against your ass as his hands found your waist.

"I'm going to make you scream, kitten," he smirked. You were going to make some sly comment, but you did not have the time to as his cock suddenly filled your pussy.

He pushed himself all the way inside of you, his hips pressing into your ass. You both let out a long breath, your head falling forward as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Peter's smirk widened as his head rolled back to look at you.

He did not move yet, his hand traveling up your back and tangling in your hair. He pulled your head back, sliding his hand to your throat to get a good grip of your neck. He hummed, "How much do you want it, sweetheart?"

"Please just fuck me," you moaned.

He chuckled, "That's good enough." He pulled back, his tip brushing the inside of you, before his hips snapped back into you. You gasped, pleasure blossoming inside of you and making your legs shake. He did it again, and again, and again, the wetness that was coating your thighs creating a sinful echo off the walls as he kept fucking into you.

You could hardly keep yourself together, pure bliss fogging your mind and putting you in a daze as he hit all the right places. An especially loud moan left you when his hand clapped against your bruised ass, making you see stars.

His hips kept snapping into you, his hand roaming your body and grasping your ass. Your body felt so alive in that moment, so out of control as the need to scream his name filled your throat. You kept trying to swallow it down, but it was just at the tip of your tongue. You needed to let him know just how wonderfully he was making you feel.

You reached a hand back to grab a hold of his arm, feeling his muscles flexing against you. "Fuck, Peter," you moaned.

He was smirking still, pride swelling in his chest. "You like that? Does that feel good, kitten?"

You nodded, your head hanging low as your hair fell in front of your face. "Don't stop," you breathed. He raised one of your legs up to rest on the arm of the sofa for better access. The hand around your throat tightened a little, and he lifted you up so you back was pressing against his chest. The new angle allowed him to to deeper inside of you. His hand was still secured around your throat, his fingers pressing against your pulse.

He was breathing heavily in your ear, muffled groans filling your senses. "You feel so good squeezing my cock like that," he moaned in your ear. His words only made you clench down harder around him, taking what you could from him.

When he pulled out of you, you huffed in frustration. "Please," you whispered. He shushed you, drawing out the sound before finally telling you, "Patience, kitten. You'll get to cum."

He turned you around so you were now facing him before bending you back so you were lying on the couch again. He spread your legs wide and settled inside of you again, his hands finding your breasts as he squeezed and flicked your nipples. He was moving again in no time, thrusting in and out of you as he hit that perfect spot inside of you perfectly.

His eyes raked over your body, watching your face contort in pleasure. He saw how hard you fought to keep your eyes open, but you were having so much trouble. Your body bounced as he fucked into you, your ass rubbing against the couch.

"Please, Alpha," you begged. "Please let me cum."

He hummed, a finger brushing over your cheek and down to your throat. "You're so sweet," he said as his eyes looked over your skin. His thumb brushed over your shoulder. He was fighting off his predatory instincts to claim you properly, to dig his fangs into your skin and own you, take you as his and only his.

You just looked so pretty impaled on his cock, your eyes squeezed shut, your breasts bouncing before him, your hair a mess on your head. He wanted so badly to make you his and only his, to ensure that you were never touched by anyone who was not him ever again. The mere thought of it had his heart racing.

"Do you want to cum, little one?" he asked, his thrusts growing sloppy as he neared his own release. You nodded, pleads falling off your tongue like a prayer.

His hand came down to your cunt, his thumb beginning to rub harsh circles into your clit. You grabbed his arm, your grasp strong so you could try to steady yourself. "I'm gonna cum," you gasped.

Peter's jaw clenched as he watched you like a feral animal. "Then cum for me, kitten," he commanded. "Don't hold back."

And you obeyed. You came hard, your pussy clenching down on him as your eyes shot open, a blazing amber taking over as you screamed Peter's name.

It sent Peter over the edge as he came barreling after you, grabbing your hips and pushing into you as deep as he could. His muscles flexed, his shining eyes flashing a bright blue.

He filled you up with his cum, filled you with his seed, as he shouted your name. "Yes!" you cried, "Oh, yes, please!"

You stayed like that for a while as you helped each other ride your highs. Slowly, you came back down to the present. Your eyes found his as you caught your breath, your heart returning to its normal pattern.

A smirk slowly took your face as you sighed, "Fuck, Peter." He pulled out of you, much to your dismay. His fingers grazed your neck again, a long breath escaping him as he muttered to himself, "Maybe next time..."

You rolled over and stood on shaking legs, trudging a couple steps to Peter and throwing your arms around his neck to bring him into a kiss. Your lips slotted together perfectly, and it felt amazing. Your tongue brushed against his lip, eager to taste him. As he let you in, you could taste yourself on his tongue.

When you pulled away, your hands still pressed into his skin, your finger tapped against his chest. Your faces were still only inches apart as you thought to yourself. He raised a brow, and you looked up at him, feigning innocence.

"Yeah," you mumbled, shaking your head, "I'm not done with you yet."

He laughed, "Oh, thank God." He picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom.

It was a very long night with Peter's cock buried inside of you.

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