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pretty boy — stiles stilinski x reader
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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, tit play, unprotected p in v sex, virgin!sub!stiles x experienced!dom!reader — smut
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synopsis: the closest thing he had come to having sex was with his fist, until he confessed to you, that is
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in a dimly lit motel room, the buzzing neon sign outside cast intermittent flashes of light across the peeling wallpaper. the air was thick with tension as stiles stilinski, the epitome of social awkwardness and love-deprivation, sat on one of the twin beds, fumbling with his phone. scott had left to chase after allison, leaving stiles alone with his thoughts and an abundance of uncomfortable silence. just as he contemplated diving into another episode of his favorite tv show to escape the loneliness, there was a soft knock on the door. with a puzzled expression, he pulled it open, revealing you—bold, snarky, and an undeniable knockout. you sauntered in, a sly grin playing on your lips, and in your hand, a six-pack of beer.
“hey there, loser,” you greeted, taking in the melancholic atmosphere. “looks like we've got a room all to ourselves tonight. mind if i join the pity party?” stiles' eyes widened in surprise, a mix of embarrassment and relief washing over him. “uh, sure, come on in,” he stammered, hastily clearing a space on the other bed for you.
you cracked open a beer, handing one to stiles, and settled in comfortably. “so, what's got you wallowing in self-pity?” you asked, your tone laced with genuine curiosity. stiles took a sip of his beer and sighed, avoiding eye contact. “i've been doing some thinking,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “how is it that i've never gotten laid?”
you observed him for a moment, your sharp wit temporarily softened by empathy. “stiles, being in a relationship isn't the be-all and end-all of life,” you said, your voice reassuring. “besides, you're unique in your own quirky way. maybe you just haven't found the right person yet.” he looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and insecurity. “you think so?”
“absolutely,” you affirmed, leaning in a bit closer. “you're a good guy, stiles. you deserve someone who appreciates your quirks and cares about you for who you are.” as the night wore on and the beer cans dwindled, a connection grew between you two. stiles, usually tongue-tied and nervous around others, found himself opening up to you like he never had before. your witty banter and genuine interest put him at ease, making him forget his insecurities.
and then, in the quiet of that dingy motel room, stiles found the courage to confess his feelings. “you know, i've had a crush on you for a while now,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. you raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk gracing your lips. “oh, really? i had no idea,” you teased.
stiles chuckled nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. “yeah, well, i guess it's hard not to when you're so—amazing.” you leaned in closer until your faces were just inches apart. “you know, stiles,” you whispered, “i've had my eye on you too.”
in that small, dimly lit motel room, something shifted between you and stiles. two people, seemingly different in every way, found a connection that transcended their differences. as the night deepened, you and stiles shared more than just beer; you shared stories, dreams, and a newfound closeness that neither of you had expected. it was a moment of vulnerability and connection that would change the course of their lives, igniting a spark of something beautiful amidst the chaos of teenagehood. and as the neon sign outside flickered on and off, it seemed to mirror the uncertainty and excitement of the journey that lay ahead for stiles and the you.
“so,” you began, discarding the empty can of liquid gold as you spoke. you met his gaze, his nervous, shaky gaze with a hint of something unexplainable in your own. whatever it was, it drew him to you. just as much as his nervousness drew you to him. “never been laid, huh?”
the question had him taken aback, leaving him with an almost offended expression as he scoffed. “you almost sound surprised.” he inquired with a, yet again nervous, chuckle. you shrugged, taking the opportunity to sit next to him on the ragged, uncomfortable sheets. “you're a pretty boy, sti, you could say i'm surprised, sure.” he didn't know which part got to him first—perhaps it was the way your tone shifted from playful to seductive in a matter of seconds, or maybe it was the way your siren-like eyes held his shy gaze with an immense need to ruin him. before everything else, he was absolutely sure it was your words that had gotten to him first. pretty boy. yes, the way his jeans tightened only confirmed his lingering thoughts.
“you think i'm pretty?” it almost sounded like a statement, rather than your typical question. you smiled rather gently, fingertips slowly creeping up on him, brushing his hair softly, trailing down his clothed chest, gracefully caressing his bulge through his jeans. “so pretty.” you affirmed.
stiles didn't know how to kiss, he didn't have as much experience as you did. he lacked the experience and tact you had, but not the passion. not the passion, not with you guiding him every step of the way ever so gently. your hands cupped his cheeks, tracing his jawline as you coaxed him into the kiss, allowing him to take baby steps into relaxing and finally melting into it. once he did, you found your tongue sliding into his mouth, intertwining with his as your teeth tugged at his bottom lip, sucking gently. you heard him gasp, and it was adorable. he was like putty under your touch.
“you sure you wanna do this?” the question came out almost as soon as the kiss was broken, leaving him panting with a painful ache in his cock. he nodded, almost too eagerly, puppy eyes desperate to experience this more than ever. you littered kitten licks and kisses down his neck, relishing in the way he shivered at the sensation. you had successfully gotten rid of his shirt, feeling how he only grew more and more eager to get on with it. before you could go any further, you found yourself pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his lap.
he watched in awe from below as you peeled your top off, pulling it off your head, leaving you in a stunning black bra. his eyes admired the curve of your tits, the way the bra squished them together, the recoil incoming with every move you made. “c'mere, baby, don't be shy.” you cooed, encouraging stiles to do more than just stare. it was just what he needed to hear. though inexperienced, he allowed himself to do what he felt was right—peeling your bra off, soft moans of pleasure leaving his mouth as he allowed him to fondle and grope your fatty tits, sucking on them and toying with them in a way that made both of you moan. he had his face buried into the valley of your boobs, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as you pulled at his dark hair. he looked up at you, with an utterly innocent, horny gaze, saliva dripping down his chin as you watched him rut against the mattress, desperate for some kind of soothing friction. it made you all the more ready to ruin him.
“please, (y/n),” you had him begging for you to help him out, just a little bit. while you helped him remove his jeans, you couldn't ignore the way his moans got you worked up and wet. “gotta fuck you, please, please, please.” it was a string of incoherent pleading and whining, he was even more worked up than you were. he had no other way to act, what, with your tongue dragging alongside his clothed dick, teasing and taunting the wet spot on his boxers. you nuzzled your nose against him, tongue tracing his balls as you listened to the way he meweled, beads of sweat dropping down his temple.
that night, the first thing you found out about stiles was that he was sensitive. extremely sensitive. the second thing? he was hung. the sight of his bare dick made your eyes widen, the same way the feeling of the cool air hitting his hot, angry, hard cock made him hiss. unbeknownst to you, he had been carrying a, vaguely-spoken, above-average size this entire time. it wasn't something he chose to brag about—what would the context be? certainly not how he jacked off to photos of you every night, to polaroids he had taken of you on the beach or the mere thought of you in the position you were currently in. no, surprising you like this was much better.
“big boy, aren't you, sti?” the way you cooed, as if talking to a toddler, made his cock throb. he whined in response, breath hitching in his throat as you used your thumb to smear his dripping precum all over his cock, lubricating it with the thin layer of arousal. “you're gonna make a mess of me.” he hadn't planned on it until now.
he truly didn't know what to expect fron sex up until now. sure, he's heard stories from friends thay included scott and danny, he's heard the standard it set compared to using a hand to get off. however, feeling it for the first time—it was absolutely incomparable. it was another realm of euphoria, feeling his throbbing, aching cock slip into your wet, tight heat. you didn't have to prep yourself or anything, his long, hard dick gliding into the tight ring of muscle without a care in the world. he felt you flutter around him, the sensation better and tighter than when he uaually jacked off. his jaw slacked, eyelashes fluttering as a moan got caught in his throat. he knew he wasn't gonna last long.
“too fuck—fucking tight, jesus, shit—” none of his words were easy to make out, each one coming out slower than the last as you allowed yourself to bounce on his dick, hands pressed to his chest as his cock slid in and out of you. your tits were pressed to his face, and you couldn't help but moan lowly, the thin motel walls offering you little to no support. “so big, stiles,” you gasped out. you were full, fuller than you've ever been or felt up until now. his thick tip was pressing against your cervix, kissing it as he fucked you. “shit, too fucking big, sti.”
he loved it, loved knowing how good he made you feel. he used it to his advantage, repeating things he had only seen in pornos—rubbing your clit, fondling your tits, and grabbing onto your hips, grinding you down onto his dick as he fucked himself into you. he knew he was close, especially fast for his first time, especially fast for your third time. “i—i can't,” he forewarned, and he couldn't.
when he came, his mind went absolutely blank. he came hard, with a loud moan that had come off as unexpected for both of you. he came long and hard, harder than ever before, shooting all of his cum into your cunt, your pussy milking his cock completely, sucking every last drop out. his vision was blurry for a few seconds, and his mouth dry, the inability to form sentences overpowering him. if there was one thing you were good at, it was fucking.
and boy, were you a fucking good one.
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teen wolf as b99 quotes
*lydia’s party in s2*
lydia: why is no one having a good time? i specifically requested it.
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isaac, to lydia: derek told me not to let him get hurt tonight, so i’ll keep him away from you.
later
stiles: have you seen lydia?
isaac: lydia died eight years ago.
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derek: oh, are you and allison no longer…
scott: smushing booties?
derek: …yes that’s exactly how i was going to phrase my sentence, scott.
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stiles: we gotta get to hospital and we gotta get there fast.
jackson: then i should drive.
scott: why you?
jackson: i have nothing to live for and i drive like it.
stiles: …okay, let’s do it.
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stiles: all right, give me your hair-dryer.
allison: what?
stiles: don’t you carry one in your purse?
allison: have you ever met a human woman?
stiles: …*calls lydia*
lydia: hey, stiles.
stiles: hey. do you carry a hair-dryer in your purse?
lydia: of course. i’m not an animal.
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stiles: you think you can just bully people, but you can’t. it’s not okay.
stiles: i’m the bully around here. ask anyone.
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erica: i’m not a stone cold bitch.
erica: i’m a natural, beautiful presence.
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stiles: do you know how many basic bitches would kill to have the same personality as me?
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peter: we can go to my apartment. no one knows where i live.
derek: i thought you had stiles over once.
peter: yeah, it was fun. i moved the next day.
peter: he would way too easily use that information against me.
stiles: he’s right, i would.
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scott: stiles, i screwed up, big time.
stiles: scott, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.
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kira: ‘writing things down’ is nerdy!? what do you do?
malia: i just forget stuff like a cool person.
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allison: you are disturbingly good at this.
lydia: i grew up forging report cards.
lydia: if people knew how smart i was, it would have been harder to control them.
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stiles: are you a minor? how old are you?
liam: i’m 610. i’m a highlander.
stiles: okay, you know what? i’m gonna put that in there.
stiles: and then you’re gonna be tried as an adult highlander, and they’re gonna cut your head off.
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erica: what do you look for in a guy?
stiles: i don’t know, real stuff. shape of his ass.
erica: yeah that tracks
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scott: i straight up drove him off, big screw up on my part.
derek:
scott: i’m trying this new thing, where i just own my mistakes. i like it, do you?
derek: i did. until you bragged about it.
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boyd: you searched for ‘cheapest date possible’.
stiles: and i wear that search like a badge of honor.
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scott: wow, your handshake is quite firm.
kira: i took a seminar.
scott: where?
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stiles: a parsec is actually a measure of distance. that’s one of the many inaccuracies in the ‘Star Wars’ universe.
malia: and what’s ‘Star Wars’?
stiles: oh boy.
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scott: okay- no big deal, five days is nothing. i’m not afraid to be alone with my own thoughts.
scott: my thoughts are awesome. die hard 6 on a cruise ship… pizza bagel restaurant…
scott: my father never loved me, i’m gonna die alone.
scott: oh boy, that escalated quick.
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stiles: well, remember when you told me not to burn down the precinct?
sheriff stilinski: you burned down the precinct??
stiles: no, i had the fire put out almost immediately. this is a success story!
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stiles: peter, this isn’t High School Musical.
scott: yeah, peter, this isn’t High School Musical 2.
stiles: yeah, and it isn’t High School Musical 3: Senior Year.
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boyd: i’m fine at parties.
boyd: i just stand in the middle of the room and don’t say anything.
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derek: i only feel one emotion, and it’s anger.
isaac: last night you drunk-texted the whole pack a bunch of heart emojis.
derek: …out of anger.
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stiles, to jackson: no hard feelings. but i hate you.
stiles: not joking. bye.
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lydia: give me the ring.
stiles: ha, you sound like Gollum.
lydia: that means nothing to me.
lydia: i don’t see those movies, i’m too pretty.
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stiles, walking out after a pack meeting ends: sexy train is leaving the station.
stiles: check out this caboose! later, sluts.
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scott: look at me. do not blow this for us.
random dog that allison hit with her car:
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peter: i really miss these people, the whole pack. stiles, scott…
peter: …i forget all their other names.
derek: *judgemental eyebrow raise*
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I Know Why Your Shirtless - Paul Lahote
Part 2 AU
Paul x fem!reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 1,169
Requested: hi!!!! just wanted to ask if its possible to have a part 2 to that Paul Lahote imagine??? the "I know why your shirtles" imagine?? like the BH pack visiting and could you make the reader an evolved wolf and she tells Bella and Paul that Scott's her alpha??? thanks its ok if its want to though ^-^ - @imcravingchocolatesrn
Authors Note: I wrote this years ago but lost it! Sorry! Thank you for requesting I put it as AU because the plot was requested and I don’t know if this is where I would’ve taken it if i decided to make a part 2 on my own cause it was kinda a one and done one shot.
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“I’m so glad you all could make it.” Y/n said opening the front door to see all her friends from Beacon Hills on her doorstep.
“Well you are part of our pack.” Stiles stated with a smile as they entered the home.
“Yeah, but I’m so far away.” Y/n added as she stepped aside letting them all enter the small Forks home.
“Your my beta, of course I’ll come visit you.” Scott smiled bringing Y/n into a hug.
“And your our friend.” Lydia smiled, pulling her into a hug after Scott.
“Your family now.” Derek stated he had a soft spot for the Swan girl. They had a lot in common.
“Well, I should warn you guys that there is another pack that lives in the area. On the Rez, but their not like us.” She explained as she shut the door.
“What’s that mean?” Scott asked with a furrowed expression.
“There more like shapeshifters. I have a back on them and there history.” Y/n told the pack.
“Great! So we can look it over during pizza.” Stiles clapped his hands together, ready for food.
“Pizza?” Derek questioned with a raised eyebrow. Did all he think about is food?
“Yup. Cause we are ordering pizza.” Stiles spoke as he turned with crossed arms to face the sourwolf, as he calls him.
“Y/n, who are all these people?” Charlie asked confused on why he came down the stairs to his living room full of teenagers and a adult.
“Dad, these are my friends from California.” Y/n smiled as she had told him they were coming to visit. But she didn’t blame him if he forgot. Work had been crazy for him.
“Nice to meet you Mr. Swan.” Lydia smiled
“Do you like to be called Mr.Swan or Sheriff Swan?” Scott asked as he reached out to shake the older man's hand.
“Either one’s fine.” Sharlie shook the hand of the young man. To Charlie the kid was just being polite but to Scott he was trying to make a good impression on his beta’s parent.
“That's right, you're a sheriff. My Father’s one to.” Stiles smiled at the comparison.
Charlie nodded awkwardly. “That's great. Well, I have an extra long shift tonight so don’t wait up. But don’t stay up to late either.”
Y/n nodded smiling. “Got it dad.”
“Bye Mr.Swan.” Scott and Stiles called out as Charlie left through the front door.
^ ^ ^
“I can smell them.” Paul stated as they ran through the forest.
“Me to.” Quil agreed
“We all can.” Jared said coming up behind them.
“Who are they?” Embry questioned as they watched the group of teens.
“That's what we need to find out.” Sam stated before the pack left back towards Emily’s to talk.
^ ^ ^
“Do you hear that?” Emmmet asked as the whole Cullen family and Bella stopped on their walk through the woods.
“Yeah.” Rosealie nodded in acknowledgement.
“Is that a wolf?” Bella asked as they all looked out in the distance.
“Its not part of the pack.” Jasper stated
“No, it’s smaller. But it seems off. Not animal like.” Carlisle agreed, stepping in front of his family.
“It smells different.” Rosaelie added.
When the wolf took off, the Cullens and Bella decided to follow the creature. From far enough away they stopped watching from a cliff nearby only to be very shocked.
“Oh my God.” Alice gasped, how did she not see that in a vision before?
“Isn’t that your sister?” Edward asked, looking at Bella in slight shock.
“Uh huh.” Bella nodded as she went to walk down the near by hill towards the clearing her sister was standing on as she just turned back into a human. She was very shocked and confused. The cullens followed also curious. “Y/n?”
Y/n turned around shocked to hear her sister's voice and see the Cullens behind her. “Bella. Everyone.”
“What- I don’t-” Bella shook her head in disbelief. How was hee sister able to turn into a wolf and how did she not know?
“I can explain.” Y/n said as she looked at all of them. Ready to explain.
^ ^ ^
“Your a werewolf?” Rosealie questioned a s Y/n sat across from her in the Swan residence. Cullens on one side and Y/n and the Beacon Hills pack on the other.
“Yes.” Y/n answered
“But not like Jacob?” Carlies asked, tilting his head in curtotisy.
“Very different.” Y/n nodded
“And this happened because he but you?” Emse looked on concerned about the girl that had become a good friend to her family.
“Yes. An he did it to save my life.” Y/n smiled softly towards Emse to show she was okay.
“You saved her life?” Alice turned her attention to Scott after Y/n’s statement.
“Uh, yeah.” Scott nodded sheepishly at all the yes on him.
“Thanks.” Bella nodded at Scott, gratefully for saving her sister.
“No problem. She’s my friend, practically family.” Scott smiled.
^ ^ ^
“Is that them?” Quil asked as the pack hung out at La push with Bella.
“It smells like it.” Jared nodded as they saw the group walk onto the beach.
“Is that who?” Bella asked confused on what they were talking about.
“With your sister.” Jacob pointed out.
Bella looked over. “Oh that's her pack.”
“Her what?” Paul looked over to Bella in shock.
“So she's a wolf?” Embry asked curiously.
“And you didn’t know this?” Sam asked, turning his attention to Paul.
“Yeah, Paul. She is your imprint.” Jacob smirked at the slightly older wolf.
“I was a little busy imprinting to notice.” Paul fired back defensively.
“Well, let’s go talk to her.” Sam stated as he, the pack, and Bella headed over to the Beacon Hills pack that had gone down by the water.
“Hey.” Y/n nodded to her sister as they approached her and her friends.
“Hey.” Bella nodded back.
Y/n looked around at the pack of shapeshifters, noticing their body language Y/n asked. “Okay, what's with the standoff?”
Paul decided to just come out with it. “You know we’re mates. Don’t you?”
Y/n nodded. “I felt it. Yes.”
“You didn’t mention your a wolf as well.” Jake pointed out.
“Different type but, it didn’t seem like the time to say anything about it. Not like you can just go around telling anyone or everyone.” Y/n explained and it seemed they understood.
“An this is your pack?” Sam asked, nodding towards the people behind her.
“I’m a part of it, yes. These are my friends. They are like my family.” y/n nodded glancing back at them as they all stood around behind her ready to protect her if necessary.
“Who's the alpha?” Jared asked curiously though he had a hunch between two of them who it could be.
“I am.” Scott stated stepping forward, next to Y/n.
“This is Scott.” Y/n introduced him as he stood beside her. “Scott Mccall. He’s a true Alpha.”
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Derek hale x Reader - teach me
I would love a request about Derek Hale x reader where she has a crush on him and she like 19 or 20 nd Derek loves her back as well , and she's also a born werewolf from India and she's a foreign exchange from India nd she friends with Scott nd Stiles. And they over hear her talking Hindi language and they are shocked. She explains to the pack nd Derek where she's from nd her history background. That there are not only werewolf in Beacon Hill but outside beacon hills - Anon💜
A/N: so when someone is talking in Hindi it’ll be in italics (like this) this is because I am unable to read or write Hindi
Sitting in the loft, you had books scattered around you, a mixture of homework to research that you were doing.
The pack had to go out, but Derek said you could stay to catch up on the work you needed to for school and look some things up for them while they went out to do some investigating.
Sure, you could’ve gone with them, but you had to make sure your grades were kept atop of if you wanted to stay as an exchange student for the university it was part of the contract you had to sign with them.
Taking a small break, you leant back on your hands and let out a small sigh as you tried to release all the tension from your body.
What brought you out of your relaxation was the sound of your phone ringing it.
Picking it up, you smiled to yourself and walked over to the windowsill to sit down as you answered the phone and stuck it on speaker.
“Good morning.”
“Morning (Y/N), how is everything? How are you? We haven’t heard from you all week!”
You laughed a little and shook your head.
“I’m fine, everything is going well. I’m really sorry for not calling you mom, I’ve been so busy with school.”
“That’s fine, that’s fine. I’m glad you’re doing your studies. Have you made friends? What are the people like? Are you taking care in full moons?”
Smiling to yourself, you rested your arms on your knees and propped your chin on them as you hummed a little.
“Yes, I’ve made many friends. They’re actually werewolves! They’re a pack, one is a banshee and another is a human, it’s a strange pack. They’re really friendly though, very good people. I met their alpha Scott while I was looking for work and walked into the veterinary clinic.”
You could hear your mom whispering over the phone, she must be talking to your dad and letting him know how everything was going.
“Good! So are you part of his pack too?” Your dad asked.
You hummed a little, thinking a moment before replying.
“Yes and no. I’m not an actual pack member, since you and every back home are my real pack. They’re like a surrogate pack I suppose.”
You carried on talking to your family, letting them update you on everything that was happening there and you shared stories of your time in beacon hills.
You were so invested in the phone call you weren’t aware of the loft door opening or closing, or the people coming in.
They all stopped when they saw you were on the phone, and Derek was the one who gestured for the teenagers to be quiet as they walked over to the table and set some things down.
They stuck to what they were doing, but when you spoke up they all stopped.
“Mom you don’t have to be worried, I’m being safe. It’s okay. I need to go but I will call you later okay?”
“You better, I need to know you’re safe.”
“I will, I will.” You laughed.
You heard your mom grumble on the other end of the line.
“Okay, be well. I love you.”
“I love you Mom, tell dad I love him too. Bye!”
You hung up and swung your legs back over the windowsill, grinning at the pack who were just staring at you in shock.
“Sorry, my mom called.”
“That’s fine…” Scott whispered.
“What the hell was that?!” Stiles rushed out, “what language was that?! Why didn’t we know?!”
“Stiles!” Lydia hissed.
Laughing sheepishly, you rubbed the back of your head as you grinned at them a little bit.
“Well, you know I’m exchange student, right?”
They all nodded.
“I’m front India, I was born and raised there. I decided to come here because we heard stories of a true alpha, and I was curious. And here has a better course programme from what I want to study.”
“Wait, you heard of a true alpha? In India?” Malia asked confused.
“Yes, news travels fast in the supernatural world you know. My pack is a rather prestigious pack in my country, we are very large and well known. My father is the alpha.”
“There’s werewolves outside of the states?” Stiles whisper yelled.
You nodded again.
“Yes, many countries have werewolves and other supernatural creatures. Though nowhere near as many as America has.”
“So have your family always been werewolves?” Derek asked.
You turned to him now that he had finally spoken and gave him a smile, shaking your head at his question.
“No, many, many years ago one of my ancestors was bitten by an alpha who was alone and scared, in need of a pack. So she created her own, out of fear of being lost in an unknown country. As time went on more and more packs stared appearing across the country, but my pack has always remained the largest. My father adopts stray werewolves with nowhere to go, and they become part of our family.”
He nodded his head and for the next hour you answered all the questions they asked you.
Finally when they seemed satisfied you got on with what they had found while they were out and what it was you guys needed to look for next and the next course of action.
Everyone left pretty early today, and while you were packing your homework away, and putting Derek’s books back where you had gotten them from he approached you.
“Can you stay for a minute.” He whispered.
You nodded, and turned to Stiles and Scott who were waiting to drop you off home.
“It’s okay, I’m staying here. I will walk home.”
“It’s not safe.” Scott frowned.
“I’ll take her home.” Derek said.
They seemed happy with this and left, and Derek waited for you to finish putting the books away before he gestured to the couch.
Walking over, you both sat down and turned to face the former alpha.
“What is it?” You asked.
Derek opened his mouth but closed it again.
“Derek?”
He looked up at you, and turned away.
“I want you to speak in Hindi again.”
“Huh? Why?”
“I just… it sounds nice.” He mumbled.
Smiling a little, you crossed your legs and rested your hands in your lap.
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”
Derek smiled a little bit and looked up to face you.
“Could you teach me?”
“To speak Hindi?”
He nodded his head.
“Sure, but can I ask why? You don’t have to tell me.”
Derek reached over and placed his hand on your cheek, letting you lean into his touch.
“Because I want to be able to talk to you without the others knowing. I want to know you, and your language, and be able to talk to you in your native language.”
“I’d love that.”
“Good. Now, how do you say this?”
He leant forward and brushed his lips against yours.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispered.
You sucked in a small breath.
“Yes…”
“Tell me how to say it…”
You leant forward but he leant back away from you.
It took a while for derek to be able to pick up the words and sounds of the language, but he kept his face just inches from yours.
It was agonising to wait, and every time you went to kiss him he moved away.
Eventually he was able to semi pronounce it. It didn’t quite sound right, and he hadn’t quite gotten the hang of the pronunciation but you still knew what he was saying.
“Can I… kiss you…?”
He finally asked it, and he asked it in Hindi.
Without hesitation you leant forward and crashed your lips onto his in a desperate kiss. One you’d been wanting to give him for months ever since you realised how you felt for him
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BLUE EYED WONDER PT. 3 (Isaac x Witch! SO):
⚫️summary; After Isaac is arrested under false murder accusations, Scott figures out he’s a werewolf, Lydia invites Y/N to the “hangout” with the boys and Allison, everything starts going wrong. On the day of March 9th, Y/N takes advantage of her and Isaac’s bond and trues to convince him Lydia is not the Kanima.
⚠️warnings; mentions of unaliving someone, swearing, implied smut, dirty behavior/talk, beacon hills shit because yes all of it is a huge warning, 18+ ONLY!! k thx bye!!
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March 9th, 2011. I walked into Beacon Hills High with Scott on my trail followed by Stiles.
"So you knew about Isaac.. And you.. you're a witch!? And why didn't you think that information needed to be shared, young lady?" Stiles begins the interrogation.
"Yeah, you easily could've said something the night we went over but instead you went and played footsie with him.. IN BED Y/N!" Scott's voice growing louder by the word. I abruptly stop at the last sentence and turn around, irises bright red causing them to stumble back. They quickly look around in hopes no one saw them afraid of their 5'3 best friend.
"I didn't say anything because I thought it was clear. i used to always do magic tricks for you guys and you never seemed to mind especially when Scott began a werewolf, I thought maybe they're used to the supernatural world, seeing as THEY'RE A PART OF IT! And with Isaac? He's literally Derek's only friend like, ever. So it wasn't a far stretch that he'd be a werewolf okay? Now keep my business down." I turn back around making my way to my locker to grab my notes for chemistry.
"Wait, so those magic tricks were real when we were kids? Awesome.." Stiles blurts out earning an eye roll from both Scott and I. I huff into my locker and begin to feel the same thing I always felt when Isaac was close by, a sense of calm growing in my chest. I look around and Scott takes notice.
"What is it? Why is your heart racing?" I hadn't noticed that it did that but apparently it did. It had been weeks since I last saw Isaac being dragged off the Lacrosse field by Sheriff Stilinski for murder charges.
"It's nothing, I thought I heard something but I guess I was wrong. Now come on, can we please just let this go and get to chemistry? I'm exhausted enough as it is." I plead with the two.
"Fine but, you gotta show me your powers when we get back to your place. Deal?" Stiles compromises and Scott nods along excitedly.
"Ugh. Fine. I have an entire chest full of spell books and books about me anyway, you can read them aloud and I will perform." Planning a nice after school activity to help me rid my mind of if Isaac was okay or not. As we walk into chemistry we all sit down, I partner up with Lydia and Stiles and Scott sit in the table behind us.
I overhear them talking about a certain problem, being Isaac. Little to my knowledge these last few weeks he was on the run as a fugitive, Derek had been letting him stay at his loft. But, Derek had also been turning him against Lydia, in belief of Lydia being the Kanima we were all after.
"Please tell me it isn't who I think it is.. Scott.. Stiles.." I whisper as I turn around to confront them only to make eye contact with Erica and then Isaac who sat directly behind them. Isaac shooting me a wink and Scott turning back to look at me.
"Oh shit.." I turn back around both excited and confused as to how he was back. I hadn't really been in on the loop of the entire thing until last night so I'm guessing Jackson retracted his statement which made Isaac look guilty and like the number one suspect for his dad's death.
We continued class and attempted to stop them from giving Lydia the Kanima venom to test and see if she was in fact the giant lizard who killed people every time the sun went down. When it was suddenly my turn to partner up with Isaac in the experiment.
"Hey princess, miss me?" He whispered into my neck quickly placing a kiss to my collarbone when no one was looking but I could very well sense Scott listening in. Isaac was not one to hide our relationship or attraction to one another from anyone, not even Derek. So this, wasn't a ruse or a plot to get me to spill anything on Lydia.
"Of course I did but you have to stop. It's not Lydia." I look him directly in those gorgeous blue eyes that I had missed so much and his gaze flickers to my lips. Mine following short after.
"I have to do this. If not for us, for Derek. He trusts me and the evidence is all there. She was immune to Peter's bite so, only one way to find out. I'm sorry." The teacher calls for us to switch again and I quickly grab my things in hopes of catching Lydia to be my partner but Isaac knocks my books over beating me to the punch.
"Sorry about that gorgeous, maybe next time." He sits next to Lydia who Allison had already warned not to talk to Isaac and looks over at me. I sit across the walkway from him listening in the entire time as Stiles and I fail to even try the experiment at hand. Lydia picks up the crystalized sugar covered in Kanima venom and Scott abruptly stands up shouting for her Lydia shoots him an annoyed look and takes a bite. Nothing. It was insane, it couldn't be real. She couldn't be the Kanima. The class ended soon after that and I grab Stiles' arm, making my way to my locker, Scott in tow.
"It's not possible. Tell me it's not possible. Scott!" I shout and Stiles clasps a hand over my mouth to shush me.
"Well to be fair Y/N/N you have missed a lot these last few weeks due to the whole 'I miss Isaac' episode you went through. And you saw, the venom did nothing to her. A snake can't be killed by their own venom. So." Stiles clarifies and Isaac is obviously listening in from his locker across from mine.
"So, my best friend is a giant man eating lizard who seeks revenge on people for what? Is there a pattern? Anything?" I ask Stiles and he shakes his head, Scott still too in awe of what had just happened to speak.
"We can't let them kill her, we have to find hard proof, video or actually see her turning into the Kanima." I make sure to focus my voice in Isaac's direction for him to hear me clearly and he slams his locker before walking to where I could only imagine Erica was. Had he changed? Was Derek doing this to him? Or was it guilt from his father dying the same night we slept together? I had to come up with a logical reason for Isaac basically switching over to the 'dark side'.
"I'll see you guys later I have to do something." I say shutting my locker and heading straight for Isaac. I walk up behind him and before he can turn around, Erica cuts in front of me.
"What do you think you're doing here." She growls at me.
"Listen bitch, this has nothing to do with you and as I am well aware you know, if you don't wanna be blown to bits I suggest you get out of my way." Heart steady and irises on full display. Isaac grabbing my arm to pull me closer to him.
"I wouldn't piss her off, Erica." He said, face adorned with that classic smirk of his.
"Oh, is this the infamous Y/N Hale? Well honey, I think I can take you." Isaac's grasp tightening as I attempt to free from it.
"Don't, she's not our target, Lydia is. Focus, Erica."
"No, let her find out. Baby girl, I am not afraid of you, my brother or any other supernatural being known to man, got it? If you want a fight, you'll get it but I'll be the one walking away.." Erica scoffs, heart racing at the thought and just before I could pounce, Stiles comes by grabbing my arm.
"Okay! Hello! Y/N, let's go." He drags me away my hands shaking at the thought of ripping Erica to shreds.
"God! I fucking hate that girl, you get hot and all of a sudden you think you're the shit. Please, I'd like to see her try me." I mutter and Stiles shushes me as he walks me into the empty classroom.
"Listen, listen.. Husband privileges! You need to stay calm, so far from what you've told us you could very well blow the school up with one wrong move so please, Y/N.. Breathe.." He cups my cheeks pulling me into a hug. He knew I hated him using the 'husband' title against me even if it was a joke as kids, I always knew it was serious when he brought it up.
"I'm trying.. I just can't believe Derek would do something like this.. Trying to kill Lydia without any proof.. Without any solid evidence.. I.." I finally break. The only people who've ever seen me cry besides Derek, were Scott and Stiles. I guess Scott heard the ruckus and came rushing in.
"Hey, I just heard what happened from Isaac.. Why would you even think abo-.." He stopped when he saw me crying. Coming over to join the group hug we left school and headed to my place to come up with some form of evidence to prove to Derek that Lydia was innocent. Much to my dismay, Isaac had heard the whole thing from outside of the doors. Later that night he texted me, wanting to meet but before I could respond there was a knock at my door. Seeing Scott and Stiles fast asleep on the couch, I walk over and answer it.
"What're you doing here?" I sighed knowing exactly who it was.
"You cried.. But not because you were scared.. Because you were angry.. And I wasn't there.." I step out onto the porch and close the door behind me.
"I'm fine.. Just still learning to control my emotions so I can control my abilities.."
"Do you hate me?"
"Isaac.."
"Do you? I wouldn't be surprised.. I know what Derek's doing is insane but he saved me when I had no one but then, I had you.. For all of two weeks before everyone thought I killed my own father.."
"I didn't. Because that same night you were with me. And I don't hate you. I told you. I'll never hate you, Isaac."
"Well I guess you'll just have to keep telling me whenever I do something wrong."
"Or maybe stop doing crazy shit and we'll be okay."
"Can't promise that, not with our lives. Now can you please kiss me?" His eyes twinkling like stars in the darkest night sky. My hands make their way up his arms, one reaching behind his neck, pulling him down to me.
"Look who's begging now.. I missed you.."
"I missed you more.." I beamed at the confession and finally after weeks of wondering if he was even still alive, I got my guy back.
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A/N: THIS WAS SO CRINGEY BUT ALSO JUST WHAT I IMAGINE ISAAC COMING BACK IN MY DR IS GONNA BE LIKE BECAUSE I AM WHIPPED.. ONCE AGAIN, SOMEONE SEND HELP.. ISAAC LAHEY HAD INFILTRATED MY HEART. ANYWAY! ENJOY! LEAVE FEEDBACK, TTYL! 🩷
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Hunted
Pairing: Liam Dunbar x reader
Warnings: None
Chapter: 5.05
Ten more minutes. Ten more minutes was all you were willing to wait before leaving. You felt incredibly stupid for even turning up in the first place. You looked down at your phone while sipping on the warm drink in your hand. You had two texts, one from Liam and the other from Stiles.
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙻𝚒𝚊𝚖-
𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎? 𝚡
Before responding, you take one last look at the door to the small cafe where you were waiting.
𝚃𝚘 𝙻𝚒𝚊𝚖-
𝙽𝚘, 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍. 𝙸’𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚡
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜-
𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝?
𝚃𝚘 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜-
𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚠𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙿
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜-
𝙾𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗
“Not yet,” you mumble to yourself. “Not yet.”
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Reading was something you usually loved. It was one of your favourite hobbies, but now you were holding a copy of a book in your hands that gave the readers violent hallucinations. You weren’t so sure anymore. Truthfully, you were surprised that you were asked to join them in reading about the dead doctors, but regardless of why you were asked, you said yes straight away.
“Are you sure about this?” Scott asks concerned. “I don’t want you to get hurt because you’ve read this alone.”
You shove the copy into your bag, “I won’t be alone. Once I finish my shift, I’ll be with Liam.” Anunsure expression settles on his face, “Honestly, Scott, I’ll be fine.”
The older boy still didn’t seem convinced, but said nothing more on the matter. Once you said bye to everyone else, you walked into the kitchen to see Stiles sitting by himself. He wasn’t his usually sarcastic self, and was isolating himself from the rest of the group, which was worrying. The only word you could use to describe how he looked at that moment was sad.
“What’s up with you?” You ask quietly.
“Nothing,” he lies, before changing the subject. “What did you find out?”
“I have a list of potential people that it could be. I was hoping that Tom would have helped me today, but he never showed up. I’ll need help going over the timelines to try and narrow it down. If you're still down.” The brown-eyed boy gives you a sympathetic look. “If you can’t help me, it’s fine, there’s a lot more important stuff going on right now.”
Stiles shakes his head, “That’s not it. I’ll help you, but I definitely think you should Liam, Mason, Kira, and Scott. Anyone.“
“I will eventually…” you turn to look at the kitchen door when you hear a creak, but no one is standing there. “Kids are dying. That’s more important. I’ll bring it up once that problem is solved.”
He pauses. “Nobody will blame you for wanting to find out who your father is.Keeping secrets eats away at you. Trust me.”
You puff out your cheeks. Nobody was meant to know what was going on. It was by pure accident that Stiles found out the secret you’d been keeping from your friends. You rested your hand on his arm, noticing how stressed out he was. “Stiles, you can tell me anything. You know that, right?”
“The other night, hey Malia.”
You turn round to see the werecoyote staring at you with a confused look on her face. “Scott says you got a job,” she forced a smile.
“Yeah, Hayden managed to get me a few trial shifts at Sinema,” you say, looking at the clock on the wall. “I better be going. I’ll catch you guys later.”
A couple of minutes after leaving, you receive a text from Stiles.
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜-
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝
𝚃𝚘 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜-
𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞
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Your first shift had gone surprisingly well. The pay wasn’t the best, but it felt good to earn some money of your own. You and Hayden both rolled your eyes as customers continued to complain that their glow sticks had run out of glow and were asking for a refund.
“Here,” you say as you hand the boy a glow stick. “Take this and go.”
“You’ve handled your first night pretty well considering it’s all those annoying underage boys,” she smiles. “What is he doing here?”
You ignore the irritation in her voice as your boyfriend walks towards you, “Hey Liam.”
He pressed a kiss to your cheek before turning to Hayden. “$40, I know I owe you $200, and I promise I’ll give you the rest when I can.”
Hayden began to protest but eventually accepted it. Liam gave her an awkward smile before looking back at you, “When do you finish?”
“In five minutes.”
He shifted his gaze to his feet. He felt incredibly awkward in the nightclub. “I’ll wait for you outside.”
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You pause the game on the screen in front of you, holding onto the controller in your hands tightly.
Liam let out a groan, “Seriously? We almost completed that level.”
You tense up, thinking over what you wanted to say to him before saying it aloud; your gaze falls on him, and his eyes are filled with worry. “I need to tell you something.”
“What is it?” Liam moves closer to you on the couch.
“My dad's not my dad.”
He looks at you in confusion and says, “He’s not? So, who is it?”
You shrug, “I don’t know, but I’m trying to find out… and Stiles is helping me.”
He looks slightly hurt by that admission. “When did this all happen?”
“So remember how I told you about how I got my appendix out?” He nods. “So I needed a blood transfusion and my dad, Tom, wasn’t a match. He and Kate started arguing about something that night. The fight got pretty heated, but I don’t remember it very well because of all the drugs I was on. I didn’t find out until recently that Tom stopped paying for my school and that’s why I got kicked out, which is how I ended up finding out.”
“Is that why you came to Beacon Hills?”
You nod, “that and Allison. She was the only person I told, and she asked her dad if I could move in with them, but then she died a couple of days later, and I didn’t want to burden my uncle. So I went and stayed with Kate.”
“And then you overheard her plan to kill Scott.”
“Which led me here
You sit beside each other in silence, trying to think of something else to add. You feel ashamed because you lied to most of your friends by portraying yourself as having a wonderful father figure who adored you rather than a man who couldn't wait to get rid of you.Liams seems to sense this, and his eyes soften as he talks, “does Kate know, you know?”
“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “When I said I got kicked out of school, she never asked why, she just said the timing was right.”
“The timing?”
You pulled at the threads on the edge of your jumper. “She thought it was the right time for me to be trained as a hunter. The only reason I went to boarding school was because my ‘dad’ didn’t want me to be like either of them, he didn’t want me to be a hunter like them.”
“He sent you away to protect you.”
“Yeah, but now I don’t even have him. All I’ve got is a list of names of who Kate was around at the time she fell pregnant.”
“How did Stiles find out?”
“I dropped the list in front of him. It fell out of my bag. I tried to pretend it was something else, but I tripped over my words and just ended up telling him.”
Liam chuckled lightly, “Yeah, you're not a very good liar, Lu.”
“I was going to tell you, just with so many things going on around us, I didn’t want to be a burden.”
“You’ll never be a burden to me, okay? And you can always trust me.”
Smiling, you lean forward and kiss him gently. “Thank you. Sorry for spoiling our night, but I just needed to tell you.”
“You didn’t spoil it,” Liam grinned. “Now, are we going to complete this level or not?”
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𝚃𝚘 𝙻𝚒𝚊𝚖-
𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚂𝚌𝚘𝚝𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚖𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙸𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢? 𝚇
𝙵𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙻𝚒𝚊𝚖-
𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚢𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚡
You smile at your phone before finding the video you were looking for. After Liam left the night before, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. You weren’t really alone. At first you thought it was paranoia, but you decided to check your CCTV in your uncle's office and discovered someone had been following you. Theo. Your uncle's camera covered the entrance to his apartment, and on several occasions, Theo had been standing outside your front door, including the night Liam said he heard something.
You walked into the library and noticed Theo sitting by himself straight away. He was reading the book about the dread doctors. You approached the table and pulled the chair across from him. “I thought it was dangerous to read that alone?”
He smirks, “I’m just doing whatever I can to help Scott out.”
“Scott’s a great guy, isn’t he?" You are sitting down. "He’s friendly, caring and isn’t a massive creep who stands outside someone’s home.”
You watch him scan the area you are sitting in to make sure nobody is in earshot. “Listen, I can explain.”
“You better,” you say, holding up your phone, showing him the video evidence. “Or I’m sending this to everyone. I wonder if Scott would approve?”
A look of panic flashes across his face. “It's not what it looks like. I wanted to talk to you but never knew how to bring it up.”
“Bring what up?”
“I know about the list you gave Stiles,” he says quietly.
You and Theo lock eyes from across the table. The smug look on his face confuses you at first, but then a lightbulb goes off in your head. “You know, I removed a name from it, don’t you?” He nods. “How?”
“I could still see the outline of it after you rubbed it off, werewolf senses.Stiles won’t be able to make it out, but someone else might.”
You feel panic rise in your chest but remain calm on the outside, which was probably pointless given that Theo would be able to hear your rate. “Why haven’t you said anything?”
“I want in the pack.”
You snort out a laugh, which makes the smug look on his face fall. “And you think I’d be able to help you? I’m not even in the pack.”
“You’re Kira’s best friend. You're dating Liam. You're Alison’s cousin, which means Scott would do anything to protect you, and Stiles trusts you.” He shakes his head. “You still don’t get it, do you? You’re in the pack without even knowing it.”
You lean across the table, and talk low enough that it’s almost a whisper. “You know, others might believe your bullshit, but I don’t. I gave Stiles that list the other night, but you’ve been standing outside my uncle's apartment for weeks.”
Theo glares at you as you stand up again, “are you going to show anyone those videos?”
“I won’t unless you do something that hurts my friends. I don’t trust you, and you also need to back the hell off.”
“Aren’t you curious?”
“About?”
“Why I wanted to talk to you.”
“No,” you say bluntly.
Theo stands up and looks down at you, “I heard you tell Stiles why you don’t want to make a big deal of this. I get it. I could help you look for your real dad without anyone else getting involved.”
“Bye Theo.”
You turn and walk out of the library, knowing Theo’s eyes were glued to the back of you. He was up to something but you couldn’t pinpoint what, which was concerning, but you hoped his little visits to your uncle's apartment would now stop.
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“He’s an asshole.”
“Tell me about it,” Liam says, rolling his eyes as he overhears Phil, your new boss, brag about taking half the wages of the underage staff for himself.
You notice the frown on his face. This was only making his hatred towards your boss worse. Liam already hated him because your uniform had to be something black and short. Your shift was nearly over and you and Hayden were just collecting the last of the glasses before closing.
You glanced at Hayden, who was on the other side of the room. “Do you really think she could be one of them?”
Liam nods, “She could be a chimera.”
Just as Hayden walks over to you, your phone buzzes in your bag. You and Liam share a look. You needed to find out if she was.
As Liam asked Hayden to close her eyes while reaching for a glow stick, you reached for your phone since it wouldn’t stop buzzing until you unlocked it. An unknown number has sent you a link to a news article.
𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕒𝕟, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙.
And underneath it was a picture of Tom, your dad. He was dead.
You turned to face them as Liam moved the glow stick away from the brunette's face when he looked at you. His eyes were wide with fear, “Lu… your eyes.”
#Teen wolf#liam dunbar x reader#Liam Dunbar x you#teen wolf x reader#teen wolf fandom#teen wolf fanfiction#Liam Dunbar#Stiles Stilinski#theo reaken#Hunted#Liam Dunbar/oc#Liam Dunbar/reader#Liam Dunbar/you
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A Doll for a Date
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Summary:
When Stiles got home with the gift, he flopped down onto the couch. Jackson turned off the tv and looked over. “What happened?”
All Jackson got in response was the phrase, “A doll for a date.” Stiles was smiling a dopey smile. His cheeks were bright pink and his entire expression was full of unbridled happiness.
Stiles’s daughter had been begging for one toy in particular for Christmas. It was brand new and Stiles had been saving to get it for her. Being a single dad had been hard but Evelyn, his little Evee, was everything to him and if she wanted a doll then she would get a doll.
He reached the toy aisle, hoping the toy was still in stock, only for his heart to shatter as he watched a man take the last one. Stiles swallowed thickly and cleared his throat. “Uh. Excuse me sir?”
The man turned and if Stiles wasn’t so desperate for the doll, he’d be speechless over the gorgeous man. “What?”
Stiles gulped and gathered himself. “Is there any chance I can get that doll?”
Blue eyes widened in surprise and then the guy tilted his head. “This doll?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“My daughter wants…” Stiles trailed off and pulled out his buzzing phone. “Just a sec. Please?”
“Sure.”
Stiles answered the phone with a slightly worried tone. “Jax? Evee?”
“She’s fine. I just wanted to see how the search was going.”
“Good,” Stiles replied, his tone full of relief. His eyes flicked to the guy and the doll. “I’ll be home soon.”
“We’ll be here. Be safe.”
“Always am.”
“Liar.”
Stiles smiled. “Guilty. Okay. Bye, Jax.”
Once he hung up Stiles noticed the guy watching him. “What?”
The man quirked a brow. “That her?”
“Uh. No. That was my Jax.”
“Your. Jax.”
Stiles blushed and nodded. “Uh yeah. Jax is—He’s my—We’ve been best friends since uh forever.”
“Ah.”
“So…” Stiles trailed off and gestured. “The doll?”
The man hummed in thought. “Theo.”
“What?”
“My name. It’s Theo.”
“Oh! Uh hi. You’re Stiles, I'm Theo.” Stiles’s cheeks flushed crimson and he sighed in mortification. “Hi, Theo. My name is Stiles.”
Theo smiled, chuckling softly. “Nice to meet you.” He glanced at the doll and then back at Stiles. “You know I didn’t plan on getting this doll. My sister’s little girl mentioned it but she doesn’t need it.”
Stiles tensed slightly and crossed his arms defensively. “My daughter doesn’t need it but she wants it and I—”
“You’re a good dad who loves his daughter and wants to give her something she wants.” Theo smiled and shrugged one shoulder, seemingly nonchalant and yet anything but. “An attractive quality I’d say.”
Another pretty pink blush made Stiles’s face soften slightly. “Yeah well. She never asks for anything. So, when she does, if I’m able to, I want to get it for her.”
Theo nodded. “Fair enough. Tell you what. Here.” He handed the doll to Stiles and then shoved his hands in his pockets.
Stiles was shocked and quirked a suspicious brow at Theo. “That’s it?”
“Yep.” Theo said, popping the p with his reply. “Why?”
“I don’t know. I—I guess I was expecting you to try and make a deal or something.”
Theo snorted. “Well, I thought about it. Just didn’t seem right though.”
Stiles cleared his throat. “Oh?”
“Hm.”
“Well…” Stiles licked his lips. “What deal would you have made?”
Theo quirked a brow. “Does it matter?”
“Maybe,” Stiles whispered.
“Well, I was going to suggest a doll for a date.”
Stiles’s eyes widened comically as he gaped in surprise. “Date?”
“Yes.”
“A date with me?”
“Mhm.”
“Why?” Stiles asked in an adorably confused tone, his nose scrunching up with said confusion.
Theo grinned. “I’d be remiss to ignore the opportunity to ask out such a gorgeous man. I mean I’ve only just met you and I don’t know you well but after only a few minutes I’d kinda like to change that.”
Stiles blushed again and hugged the doll to his chest as though it would protect him. “So, you were going to ask a doll for a date?”
“Yes.”
“But now you’re not?”
Theo hesitated and shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know.”
“Oh.”
“If I did, what would you sa—”
“Yes!” Stiles blurted out and then averted his gaze.
Theo beamed and held out his phone. “Put your number in and we’ll set something up.”
Stiles fidgeted and fumbled until Theo held another hand out. “Let me hold the doll.”
“Sorry,” Stiles mumbled as he took Theo’s phone and entered his number. He paused and glanced at Theo who grinned.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. There’s a little girl who wants a doll. Far be it from me to get in the way of her Christmas wish.”
Stiles bit his lip to bite back a grin, hit save on his contact info and, after sending himself a text, he handed Theo’s phone back. “Thanks.”
Theo nodded, handing the doll back to Stiles and pocketed his phone. “You’re welcome. So, I’ll text you.”
“Yeah?” Stiles breathed. “So, I’ll reply if you text.”
“Oh, I’ll text. I promise.”
Stiles bravely pecked a barely there kiss to Theo’s cheek and whispered another thank you before darting away with pink cheeks.
Theo stood there frozen, his fingers caressing the ghost of Stiles’s lips on his cheek. He grinned and made his way to the art supplies. His niece liked to draw more than she liked dolls anyway. If he was unable to get amber eyes, beauty marks like constellations, pink petal lips, a pointed nose and chocolate locks out of his head for the rest of the night then that was his business. It would be a secret between him and Father Christmas.
When Stiles got home with the gift, he flopped down onto the couch. Jackson turned off the tv and looked over. “What happened?”
All Jackson got in response was the phrase, “A doll for a date.” Stiles was smiling a dopey smile. His cheeks were bright pink and his entire expression was full of unbridled happiness.
A couple days later, Stiles got a single text from his doll date that somehow turned into a much longer conversation.
[Theo]
Merry Christmas Eve, Stiles. I hope your daughter loves the doll.
[Stiles]
She will. I hope you love our date.
[Theo]
I know I will.
[Stiles]
Worth a doll?
[Theo]
I’d trade a thousand dolls for just one date with you.
[Stiles]
Sap.
[Theo]
How’d you know?
[Stiles]
Guess?
[Theo]
?
[Stiles]
Takes a sap to know a sap.
[Theo]
Does it take a romantic to know a romantic?
[Stiles]
Totally and I’ll have you know I’m a total romantic.
[Theo]
Oh?
[Stiles]
Yep.
[Theo]
Good. I was already planning on flowers.
[Stiles]
Wait. Really?
[Theo]
Mhm. I mean I have to bring out the big guns and show you I deserve a real chance. It’s not every day you meet a guy at 9 pm in the middle of the toy store who is willing to go on a date with a stranger to get their daughter a doll.
[Stiles]
What a story we’ll have to tell one day.
Stiles groaned at his slip. He shut his eyes tightly to avoid seeing Theo’s reply. He had probably ruined the whole—
[Theo]
We sure will. Sweet dreams, Bambi.
[Stiles]
Sweet dreams, Thumper.
Both men slipped into sweet holiday dreams of cheer, eager for their date, seemingly impossible but truly possible because of fate, right?
#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#theo raeken#jackson whittemore#evelyn (evee) stilinski (oc)#christmas shopping#doll#meet cute#first meetings#single parent stiles stilinski#pre relationship
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Pairing: Stackson
Warnings: N/A
Words: 2709
Prompt: Person A keeps waking up in Person B's bed. Its only a matter of time before "drunken mistake" is a believable excuse. By @inell
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Um, This Isn't Your Bed
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Your best friend being your roommate in college should be pretty awesome, right? What about if you have a crush on said roommate? Should be fantasy level stuff. The kind of thing you’d read about in your favorite steamy novel late at night. Not so much when you consider yourself an average dude and your best friend is a very, very hot dude. Now add in that said best friend is also an Alpha werewolf, so he more than likely can smell every single feeling you have towards him.
Still sound like a fantasy?
It’s fucking difficult! Stiles is thankful that he is not only on suppressants- Omega equality means co-ed dorms, he kind of needs them- but that he learned a long ass time ago how to steady his heart rate while lying his ass off. He’d never be able to survive rooming with Jackson if he hadn’t. He can’t do anything about his chemosignals unfortunately. Believe him, the spark has tried. It doesn’t fucking work.
So he suffers in silence whenever he comes back from a long day and the jock put a sock on the door. Lying through his teeth later on or the next morning when Jackson asks him if it’s okay and saying that it totally is with a forced smile. The Alpha isn’t an idiot by any means. He simply can’t not know how Stiles feels about him. No matter what the Omega’s words say otherwise. At least the wolf doesn’t say anything about it. Stiles can’t deal with that conversation.
He can’t lose Jackson because he can’t get over some stupid crush he has. But it’s not just a crush, is it? No, Stiles wants to be mated with him. There hasn’t been a single Alpha- his father and Lydia aside- that has made him feel as safe as the wolf does. But how the fuck is he supposed to walk up to Jackson and just say ‘hey, I know we’re best friends, do you wanna be my mate?’ He’s not that stupid.
For what it’s worth, the sock has stopped finding its place on the doorknob. For a few weeks now, actually. Lydia doesn’t have any information whenever the Omega gets the courage to ask her if she’s talked to the other Alpha. Stiles doesn’t think that he can just outright ask Jackson why he’s stopped sleeping with people. Who asks something like that? Weirdos. And Stiles is doing his absolute best at not being weird about this.
Except that he totally is.
“You know what wouldn’t be weird,” Lydia muses over the phone on their weekly check in call. “Telling Jackson how you feel. You guys have been friends for years,” she says like Stiles needed a reminder. “The worst thing that could happen is he turns you down. Jackson wouldn’t just drop you, Stiles. You know that.”
“Yeah, but Lyds,” the Omega sighs, rolling flat on his back in bed, thrumming his fingers on his chest. “I don’t know. I just don’t think it’d be that good of an idea.” Loud voices echo the halls outside his empty room. “I’ll think about it,” Stiles remarks, knowing that the banshee won’t simply drop it if he keeps arguing.
“Think faster,” Lydia retorts and then his door bursts open with a very clearly drunk Alpha. “Better yet,” he can hear her grin and the Omega really doesn’t like it, “why don’t you just tell Jackson now?”
“Tell Jackson what?” The wolf slurs, laughing to himself at his struggle to shut the bedroom door. Good to know that even drunk his super hearing still works just fine. Motor skills and comprehensive thinking, not so much. Jackson nearly falls trying to pull one of his shoes off, it’s actually kind of cute.
“That Stiles-”
“Love you, Lyds, bye!” Stiles yells over her and hangs up before the other Alpha could hear what she’s saying.
Not that it matters. Jackson clumsily kicks his other shoe off and flops right on Stiles’ bed, propping himself on his elbow, “that Stiles what?”
Um. That he, uh…shit. Come on, Stiles think! Those glazed, icy blue eyes are staring at you waiting for an answer. “That I got an A on my Latin term paper,” Stiles says very carefully and slowly. Which is actually the truth, that is very much a thing that happened to the Omega today. But it’s not exactly the truth to the wolf’s question. Hopefully he’s too drunk to notice.
“Fuck yeah, dude,” the Alpha playfully- and very drunkenly- punches him in the shoulder. “I told you you would,” Jackson’s words muddled like his tongue is a touch too big.
“Yeah,” Stiles draws out the word quietly, watching the wolf lay down against his pillow and promptly fall asleep. “Um.” The human looks at the Alpha laying in his bed utterly confused. He turns to see the wolf’s bed, like if he looked at the empty mattress, it’d give him some explanation as to why this is happening. Pinching himself for good measure, Stiles stares at the sleeping Alpha and a yawn of his own rips through him.
Should he go sleep in Jackson’s bed? Surely if the wolf wakes up beside him, he’ll flip. They haven’t shared a bed together since they were ten. But then that raises the issue that the Alpha could also flip about having the scent of an Omega on his sheets. Or, well, an Omega’s scent that he didn’t purposefully put there. Not that Jackson seems to give two shits about putting the scent of an unmated Alpha on his fucking sheets.
Stiles is really fucking tired too.
“Please don’t claw my face off in the morning,” Stiles groans softly, reaching over to turn the desk lamp off, cloaking them in darkness which only makes the heat coming off the wolf all the more noticeable. Shit. He’s just going to lay completely still for once in his life and fall asleep on his back too.
Yeah. That’s totally a thing the Omega is capable of.
When he wakes up, Stiles is ready to jolt when the memory of the night before slaps him in the face. Except that he can’t. Because not only is Jackson still in his bed, the wolf has curled around him in his sleep. The human is pulled tightly against the Alpha’s chest, arms holding him close while his nose is tucked in the nape of Stiles’ neck.
Then the worst possible thing happens. The Omega’s alarm goes off. His arm flies out from under Jackson’s to swipe it away as quickly as possible. But the damage has already been done. The Alpha behind him stirs, tightening his arms for a moment before dragging them off of him. Slowly. Rubbing along every inch of Stiles’ sides along the way.
“What time is it?” Jackson gruffs, seeming to not care about his sleeping arrangements.
Meanwhile Stiles’ heart is having a field day in his ribcage. “Uh, s-seven-thirty,” the Omega tells him.
“Shit!” The Alpha jumps up out of bed, and Stiles freaks that where the wolf is laying has caught up with him. “My mid-term starts in a half hour across fucking campus. Fuck,” he growls, clutching his head as he haphazardly grabs clean clothes and his toiletries bag from his dresser. And then he’s dashing out the door without another word.
Stiles stepped into the twilight zone, right? That’s what’s happening here? It’s the only plausible explanation the Omega can come up with to be perfectly honest. He doesn’t really have much time to contemplate any of it really, his own test starting soon as well. He was at least smart enough to set an alarm that gave him an hour to study one final time before having to get ready. So he does just that, cracking open his anatomy textbook for a quick refresher.
Two times! Two more fucking times has Jackson slept in his bed in less than that many weeks! That’s three times total. You bet your ass Stiles is counting. The Omega could never forget it. Each and every time, Jackson has claimed to be drunk when he does it. That he hadn’t realized what he was doing. That the wolf didn't think anything of it when he woke up because they’re best friends and he trusts Stiles.
Because that didn’t punch him in the gut.
It’s amazing that Jackson trusts him not to be a dick about it. But honestly, the whole ‘it’s cause we’re best friends’ bit fucking sucks. The excuse of being drunk also fucking sucks. Because there’s something really nagging at the Omega’s brain. He’s caught Jackson in his bed twice, right? Two times that he’s aware of. But Stiles has washed his bed spread profusely since then. He’s talking washing them at least three times the morning it happens because he cannot fucking handle smelling the wolf when he sleeps.
Not when it’s something he fucking craves and can’t have for real. Being able to smell Jackson in the room is already a lot to handle. But he gets by because it’s not right in his fucking nose. Yet he swears that there are some nights that he’ll roll over into his pillow and get a strong whiff of the Alpha. Not detergent or himself; Jackson.
What the fuck?
Stiles honestly thinks he’s going crazy. Because he’ll open his eyes and the wolf will be on the other side of the room sleeping soundly. Making the Omega wonder if his senses are on the fritz or some shit. And of course when he explains himself to Lydia, she just laughs at him and tells him to get his head out of his ass and see what’s really happening.
Very unhelpful.
But then it happens again. And this time, it’s a lot different.
It’s the weekend, so there’s no alarm to worry about waking him up, but Stiles’ circadian rhythm doesn’t seem to care about that today. Waking up, the sun is only just starting to make its appearance over the trees judging by how much light is seeping through the cracks in their blinds. And yet again, there’s arms wrapped around his torso and his legs are tangled with another’s. And Jackson just doesn’t care.
“Sorry,” the Alpha mumbles, languidly removing himself from the human and getting up to plug his phone in by his own bed. “I guess I drank too much again last night,” Jackson quips, not making eye contact.
Stiles sits up in bed, narrowing his eyes at the wolf. Enough is enough. “No,” the Omega says in a high pitched tone of disbelief, “no, I don’t think that’s what happened. I’ve smelled you when you’re drunk,” he states, even the morning after, alcohol has a distinct scent, “you weren’t drunk last night. In fact, I don’t think you drank at all.”
Jackson freezes, half dangling his phone over his bed. “Well,” the wolf tosses his phone, turning to face him, “you’re wrong.” The Alpha shrugs, “Danny and I went out to a club last night.”
That also didn’t happen. Because when Stiles had stopped by the all night cafe on campus around ten or so, the Alpha in question was there typing away on his laptop. Get your head out of your ass and see what’s happening. Sure thing, Lydia. But what the fuck is happening?
“Jackson,” Stiles looks at the Alpha fiddling with something on their desk, once again avoiding eye contact. “Jackson,” he repeats, a little more assertively, making the wolf jump slightly and hum in response. “Why does my bed smell like you even after I wash it?”
“An Alpha’s scent is really strong. I don’t know,” the wolf scrunches his face, making himself even less believable. “Get better detergent or something.”
“Jacks,” the Omega nearly whispers, afraid to get his hopes up. But the wolf is acting like he does when he doesn’t want to admit something. Jackson is nervous. What Stiles wouldn’t give to be able to smell chemosignals too. “Why do you keep sleeping in my bed? And don’t say it’s because you were drunk. Tell me the truth.”
“I like…” the wolf starts off strong, but mumbles the rest to the point Stiles can’t understand what he says.
Wetting his lips, Stiles squints at the Alpha, “one more time?”
“I like the way you smell,” Jackson blurts out. “It’s really fucking nice. A-and your heartbeat calms my wolf a lot. Like, I swear it’s purring or some shit when I’m with you, because it likes you as much as I do. We- I want you to smell like me. I- I want the smell to be us, not you and me and- what?” The Alpha asks, finally noticing the stupid grin on Stiles’ face pretty much as soon as he started speaking.
It’s kind of cute watching someone like Jackson ramble the way that the Omega does. It just shows Stiles that the wolf is telling the truth. That he likes him. Holy shit. Jackson likes him. Jackson’s wolf likes him.
“Shit,” the Alpha curses under his breath when Stiles didn’t respond. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. Fucking Lydia,” Jackson huffs. “I’m sorry,” he scratches the back of his head, “just- just forget I said anything. It doesn’t matter. I’m gonna go for a run and-”
“Wait,” Stiles grabs the Alpha’s wrist, preventing him from running away. Jesus, he’s supposed to be the one spilling his guts and then running in fear of rejection. Not Jackson. “Sorry,” the Omega chuckles, “it was just cute watching you act like me for a second there.” Blue eyes meet his gaze, a little guarded. “Do you have any idea how much I enjoyed waking up next to you? Actually next to you, not across the room.” The wolf shrugs. “A lot.”
“You don’t have to say this for my benefit,” Jackson says.
“Your benefit?” Stiles’ eyebrows pinch together. Good god, he never thought he’d have to be the one to offer reassurance. “You think I’m lying?” Jackson levels him with a half glare. “Oh my g-” the Omega doesn’t bother finishing, rather throws sanity out the window and yanks the Alpha to him. Pressing their chests flush and slamming their mouths together.
The reaction is instant. Jackson’s arms wrap around his back, palms splayed to keep the Omega close. Growling softly, the wolf slides his tongue along Stiles’ bottom lip, rumbling more when permission is granted. But, just, hang on.
“What’d Lydia do?” Stiles pulls back breathlessly, keeping his hands on the Alpha’s chest.
“She knows how I feel about you,” Jackson tells him, resting his forehead against the Omega’s. “She thought it would be a good idea to tell you how I felt. But I didn’t really know how, so I figured since the first time I actually fell asleep in your bed because I was drunk and you didn’t yell at me, that I’d keep trying that. Seeing how long you’d put up with it. If you’d say anything. If you’d do anything.”
“Do anything?” Stiles laughs, pulling back to look at him properly.
“Snuggle me in your sleep or something, I don’t know.”
“I believed you the other times you said you were drunk,” Stiles sputters, “as much as I would’ve loved to cuddle up to you, I was worried about getting my face torn off for doing it.”
Jackson kisses him again and the Omega’s brain forgets its functions for a moment. “I’d never hurt you,” the wolf says matter of factly, “ever. I have been entertaining the idea of you being my mate ever since I realized my wolf was ready for one.”
“You want to mate with me?” Stiles asks, shocked. Liking someone and wanting to be someone’s mate are two wildly different things.
“No, I just make sure you smell like me all the time so another Alpha can claim you,” Jackson’s face drips as much sarcasm as his words. Stiles laughs, shaking his head at the wolf. “So, whenever you’re ready, if you would even want me as your Alpha, I’d be more than happy to be mated with you, Stiles.”
“I’d like that a lot,” Stiles agrees, leaning in to rest their foreheads together again.
#teen wolf#stackson#stiles stilinski#jackson whitemore#jackson x stiles#stiles x jackson#Match Writes
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This is just a piece from a fanfic book I’ve been working on inspired by Teen Wolf
We finally pulled up at the school and I got out of the car with my father following behind me. “Yes, dad”? I asked slightly annoyed, “I just wanna make sure you get in the school safe that’s all,” he said looking me in the eyes with a slight frown on his face. “ I don’t need you to walk me to school, I'm not a little girl anymore”, I know he means well but I don’t want to be seen with my father on the first day of school. Last time that happened girls would not stop asking to come over to my house to “study”. “I know but you’ll always be my little girl” this time he looked as if he was about to cry. “Jeez dad get it together I’ll be fine if I need you I’ll call,” I said waving my phone in his face.” “Ok fine call me if you want to come home or if you get scared”, “I will dad I promise now please leave”. “Bye” he waved to me as he was getting inside the car, I waited a few minutes until he pulled off before going inside. “OK Meah girl we got this, this is nothing you’ve killed hundreds of people before going into high school should be easy”. I gave myself a little pep talk before opening the doors, a whiff of musk and perfumes filled my nose as I stepped inside. People pushing past each other to get to their classes on time, kids tripping in the hallway, the popular clique standing by their lockers as if they have nowhere to be. Everything and everyone was moving so fast I almost thought no one would notice me until I heard one curly-headed boy ask very loudly “who's the new girl” before I knew it everyone in the halls had stopped walking and now all eyes were on me. I put a smile on my face and strutted down the hallway trying to hide the fact I was scared shitless. I could hear the whispers as I walked past some girls talking shit while others were admiring me, the boys whistling and the catcalling me as I walked past. “As if, I’ve fought werewolves twice your size” I whispered under my breath. I stopped in front of the main office and looked back to see if people were still looking and they were. I smirked and walked into the office. Once I got in I had to get my schedule, it took half an hour before someone brought it out to me, then the vice principal came to see me. He offered to walk me to class and tell me a little about the school, as we walked down the halls I peeked into all the classrooms hoping to see Scott or Stiles. “I hope they still go here, shit, or still live here,” I thought to myself as we walked past five classes.
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what was the funniest thing about teen wolf and why was it the way they killed off a female lead and had a male lead get possessed by a thousand year old demon in the SAME season and then moved on to the new season without ever dwelling on the consequences of either of those things ever again
#teen wolf#allison#stiles#it's just so. Much#this show dude.....#allison was literally the big lead and they shot her dead#which is fine I get crystal wanted to leave#but then apart from the one split second where scott wrote her initials#they just said bye?????#s5 gevaudan doesn't count#don't get me started on stiles
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Stiles Stilinski - Jealousy
“I don’t like him Scott. I don’t like him at all.” Stiles was glaring at Liam who was talking to his girlfriend and making her laugh.
“What is he saying? Listen to him.” Stiles hit Scott’s shoulder as Scott huffed and started listening in on their conversation.
“He’s confessing his undying love for her and wants her to run away with him where no one can find them.”
“A-Are you serious.” Stiles stuttered out raisin an eyebrow.
“No bro I’m joking. He’s asking her to tutor him in math.” Scott hit Stiles’s chest laughing and closing his locker as Y/N approached them.
“Hey baby. Hi Scott.” I kissed Stiles on the cheek and greeted Scott with a smile as he gladly returned one.
“Hey, what did Liam want?”
“He asked me to tutor him in calculus, he’s practically failing.” I chuckled to myself hearing the bell ring and walking to class with Stiles and taking our seats next to each other.
“So where are you tutoring him?”
“The library.”
“Okay, for how long?”
“I’m not sure probably an hour or two.”
“Any other classes he needs help on or just calculus?”
“Um just calculus I believe.”
“Will you come over after?”
“Yes, of course Stiles.”
“What time will that be?”
“Jeez what’s with the interrogation Stilinski?” I chuckled opening my textbook to lesson we were learning about in chemistry.
“Sorry I just don’t want him taking all your time tonight.”
“Aw Stiles don’t worry you’ll still get your Y/N time tonight.” I giggled kissing his cheek before paying attention to the teacher.
“Alright I’ll see you later! I’ll call when I’m on my way over! I love you.” I kissed Stiles goodbye before walking towards the library.
STILES POV
“You’re coming with me.” I grabbed Scott’s backpack dragging him down the hall towards the library.
“You’re really going to spy on them?”
“It’s not spying its observing my surroundings.” I was leaning against the railing of the second floor staring at Liam making sure he didn’t try to pull any funny business on my girlfriend.
“Bro cmon let’s go even if Liam did try anything you know Y/N would instantly stop it.” I groaned knowing he was right, I trusted Y/N with my life and knew she would never hurt me.
“Yeah but that’s not the point. The point is, is that if he tries anything you’re gonna go down there and kill him.” I looked back down at the two and my eyebrows furrowed when noticing that Liam scooted closer to Y/N. My hands gripped the railing hard when seeing the way his eyes were trailing up and down her body.
“Go down there and rip his eyes out of his head.” I turned to face Scott my arms flailing around and Scott took a step back to not get hit and laughed.
“I’m not doing that Stiles. Can we go?” Scott asked and I groaned before nodding knowing I needed to do some cleaning before Y/N came over.
Y/Ns POV
“Bye Liam, you did good I’ll see you tomorrow!” I waved bye before hopping in my car heading to the Stilinski house. I called Stiles to let him know and he said he was going to order a pizza for us. When I got there I walked right into the house and headed straight to my boyfriends room. I opened the door plopping down on his bed as he finished something up on his homework.
“How was tutoring with Liam?” Stiles asked turning around in his chair to look at me while he was fiddling with a pencil.
“It was fine, kid did really need a tutor.”
“Are you like his official official tutor?”
“Uhm yeah.” I chuckled looking at Stiles as he nodded and looked anywhere but me. I sighed getting up and walking over to him straddling his legs.
“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me it’s nothing I know there’s something.” I kissed his nose running my fingers through his hair and holding his close to me.
“It’s just I don’t like you being around Liam. He likes you I can tell and I don’t want him trying to steal you..” I cut Stiles off by placing my lips on his and cupping his cheeks with my hands.
“He’s not going to steal me away from you Stiles, no one is ever going to be able to steal me I love you forever.”
“I love you forever.” Stiles trailed his hands up and down my thighs kissing my face as I closed my eyes to enjoy the moment.
“So how could you tell that Liam likes me?” I asked tilting my head and looking at Stiles in confusion.
“Because he looks at you the same way I do.” Stiles whispered his finger tracing my jawline as he smiled softly at me.
Sorry if this kinda sucked<3
#stiles stilinksi#stiles#stiles stilinski#teen wolf#dylan o'brien#liam dunbar#dylan x reader#stiles x y/n#stiles x reader
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The Alpha’s Sister
Imagine coming home for Thanksgiving break and letting your family know you're moving back home. Life in Beacon Hills ends up being a rollercoaster, but what a fun ride it is.
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Author's Note: Um, excuse me.. but how the hell have y'all let me go so long without writing anything for Derek Hale?! I wrote three books, each book having 77 chapters, and not a single imagine for my favorite werewolf.
Warning for this..? Some violence though it's not detailed. And Scott's pack only consists of his inner circle (Stiles, Derek, Lydia and Malia). I wasn't a fan of the baby beta or his friends.
Waking up only after a few hours from when you've finally fallen asleep is not your most favorite thing to do, but given that you never really caught the name of your bed partner you're grateful to have woken up. You don't have a problem with one night stands, but for a moment after you woke up your shyness always seeped back in after the deed had been done. Especially if your partner was attractive as hell and way out of your league.
So after collecting your clothes from around the random motel room, you hurriedly get dressed in hopes of escaping before the handsome stranger wakes up. However, as you're reaching for the door handle, you spot his phone sitting there on a small table. You glance at it, then glance at your bed partner, and decide to be bold one last time.
Picking up the phone, you quietly scoff when you realize it's not password protected. You enter your phone number into his contacts, wondering if he'll ever see it, and then open up his Notes app to leave behind a message- Tonight was fun. If I'm ever passing through again I wouldn't mind a repeat performance. Goodbye for now. YN.
Nose wrinkling at the note, you lock his phone without closing out the app so the next time he opens his phone the note is the first thing he'll see. Leaving behind a message and hoping to bump into someone again is quite ballsy for you, so you quickly make your escape before you have second thoughts and erase all traces of you being there.
Safely outside the room then, you stumble over to your vehicle and already have plans in mind to find the nearest early morning café so you can get your caffeine fix and a drink for your mother before she leaves for her shift at the hospital. After all, you were only a couple miles outside of Beacon Hills when you had stopped to blow off some steam at a bar and had met your latest fling.
By the time you're pulling up to your childhood home, your mother is exiting the front door. She walks halfway towards the driveway and a beaming smile breaks out when she sees you exiting your own car. And with two cups of coffee in hand, you shut the door with your hip and start towards her. "Hey, mom."
"YN!" Melissa McCall says. "I didn't know you were coming in today." You hand her the full cup of coffee before kissing her cheek and hugging her. "Why didn't you say anything?"
"I wanted to surprise you and Scott. And speaking of, where is the little miscreant?"
"Oh well Dr. Deaton had an emergency at the Vet Clinic so Scott went in to help." Melissa frowns. "He'll be back later, but if you need someone here I can call in-"
"No," you immediately cut her off. "I'm okay, mom. Really. You go to work and I'll just- I'll head in to shower and then catch some Z's before Scotty comes home."
"Okay." She smiles at you. "We've kept your room nice and tidy so you should be fine."
"Are you kidding me? The mattress is probably stiff," you tell her, grinning. "I'm totally crashing in your bed."
Melissa chuckles. "If you say so. I'll see you after work and hopefully Scott will see you sooner."
"Mhm. Bye, mom." You kiss her cheek one last time, watching her get in her vehicle and take off for work.
Once your mother's vehicle is out of sight, you finish off the last of your coffee and head towards the trashcan by the curb to toss the empty cup. With your hands free, you open up the back door to your car and reach for your duffel bag of clean clothes. Then after the bag's strap is draped across your body, you grab the two trash bags filled with dirty clothes so you can start your laundry as soon as possible.
Inside the home is just as you remember, with the exception of a few improvements here and there. You leave the duffel bag of clean clothes on the couch before making your way to the laundry room and starting your first load of laundry. Then when you're back in the living room, you dig around for a clean set of clothes before setting out to take a shower and grabbing a few more hours of sleep.
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You're not sure how long you've been asleep when you're suddenly disturbed, someone or something landing on the mattress next to you and bouncing you awake. Your heart pounds furiously as you try to get your bearings and you exhale a huge sigh of relief when you see your idiotic brother beaming at you.
"Scotty," you sleepily smile at him. "What time is it?"
"Just after three. I came in earlier, but you were truly out of it. I thought I'd let you sleep a little longer."
"So considerate of you." You yawn and stretch, and then sit up while trying to tame your hair. "Are you busy for the rest of the day?"
"Nope. What do you have in mind?"
"Food. I want a cheeseburger with fries and a milkshake."
"Alright, but you're driving. All I have is my bike."
"Done. Let me just put my clothes in the dryer and the other into the wash. Give me about fifteen minutes so I can change as well."
Scott gives you enough time to tend to your laundry and change into appropriate clothing for being out in public, and then the two of you are in your car and driving towards a diner you used to frequent when you were younger.
When you get to the diner, Scott settles into a booth and you sit across from him. The waitress is surprised that both of you already have your food order when she stops by to take your drink orders and then you're left staring at your brother.
"So how's New York?" He asks.
"New York is fine," you tell him, grinning, "but it's not home."
"Beacon Hills is hard to duplicate."
You snort. "You're telling me." He chuckles along with you. "And speaking of, how is Beacon Hills faring this time of year? No.. issues as of late?"
You had known all about Scott's little secret, but you'd only found out after you had left for schooling all the way in New York. He had wanted to keep you in the dark, but since you visited every now and then your mother had him tell you. It was a bit hard to believe, but everything you knew about the world changed the moment your brother's features shifted into something animalistic one night. Since then you knew all about the shenanigans he and his friends got up to.
"Beacon Hills is good," he tells you. "It's quiet for once and we can actually focus on our studies and prepping for college."
"Well that's good. Are you going to be staying close to Beacon Hills?"
"I am. I'm going to be able to keep my part-time job at the vet clinic and then go full time alongside Doctor Deaton after I'm done with college."
"That's great, Scotty! I'm happy for you."
"Thanks."
Your food comes out quicker than expected and the next few minutes are spent savoring the first few bites. Scott wrinkles his nose when you dip some of your fries into the milkshake, but then ends up enjoying the combination himself when you make him try it. You end up talking a bit more between bites of food, he wanting to know all that you were up to in New York and he telling you all the drama that Stiles still dragged him into.
After you're done eating, he takes you to surprise Stiles and his father Noah, and then you're reintroduced to Lydia and introduced for the first time to Malia.
By the time you get home, your mother is off from her early morning shift and already scouring the pantry for something to make for dinner later that evening. Leaning against the kitchen island, you smile at your mom and brother. "Hey, so before I forget, I have a huge favor to ask." Your mom and Scott come to a stop, staring at you. "What do you guys think of me moving back in? I can cover a portion of the bills and throw in some cash for groceries. I can pull my own weight around here."
Scott blinks and then slowly grins. "You wanna come back?"
"Well I mean, yeah," you muse. "I already have a job lined up and I'll be starting around the middle of December."
"Oh? Where at?" Your mother asks.
"Beacon Hills Memorial."
"You applied at the hospital?"
"I did." The two of you start to smile at the same time. "And I got the job. I just need a place to live now."
"Of course," she says. "You're more than welcome to move back in."
You chuckle in relief. "Thanks, mom."
Over the next few days, you're in planning mode with your mother and Lydia about what's going to be done about Thanksgiving. Stiles and his dad are going to be joining your family, as well as Lydia and Malia. Your mother had also invited someone by the name of Chris. No one had a big enough dining room and it was Scott who suggested his friend Derek's place since Derek's loft was big enough for everyone. And after getting Derek on board, a list was made about who was going to take what.
On Thanksgiving day, you're riding with your mother and Scott to the building Derek apparently owned, two dishes of green bean casserole sitting next to you. "So who is this Derek again?"
"Derek Hale," your brother says.
"The werewolf, right? The one who was trying to help you, but going about it all wrong?"
"The one and the same."
A moment passes and then your mother glances at you in the rearview mirror and asks, "Didn't you used to have a crush on Derek Hale?"
Scott whips around in his seat, a look of betrayal passing over his features as you blink innocently at him. "Is he still as cute as I remember?"
"Oh gross!"
Your mother laughs in the driver's seat as you tease your brother. "What about Peter? He was super cute if I remember correctly."
"Absolutely not!" Scott practically shouts. "He's a psycho! He took mom on a date after he bit me so I'd join his pack."
"You went on a date with Peter Hale?!" You glance at your mother then. "How come I didn't know about this?"
"Because it wasn't really a date." She laughs. "Your brother and Stiles ruined it before it even started. And there was only ever that one because Scott's right, Peter's a psycho."
"Well damn. I missed all the fun stuff."
You and your mother spend the rest of the ride laughing at Scott's disgruntled mood, and when you get to your destination Lydia and Malia are just pulling up as well. Lydia gets off her car with two dishes of macaroni in her arms and Malia is holding boxes upon boxes of pies.
"Stiles and Noah are inside with the second turkey already," Lydia informs you and your family when you exit the car. "Stiles is getting started on the mashed potatoes and I still have to make the yams."
"Well these casseroles need to go in the oven for about half an hour or so, so that's perfect timing."
"Then let's go because I'm starving," Malia says.
The five of you head into a building that's seen better days, but you're surprised at the cleanliness on the inside. The cage-like elevator is one of the sketchiest you've ever seen, but Scott assures you it's more than safe. The seconds that it takes to rise all the way to the top floor seems like a lifetime and you breathe a sigh of relief when you finally step off.
The door to the loft where dinner is to be held is wide open and immediately you're taking in your surroundings. The loft is an open floor plan, so right away you can see the living room portion of it, the dining room, the kitchen, and even a bedroom. There's a metal spiral staircase that leads up somewhere and a hallway that leads to God knows where. The walls and pillars are all brick, but your favorite part of this place is where the bed sits beneath a large wall of windows.
There are two tables set up- one with numerous chairs surrounding it and decorated for a Thanksgiving feast while the other is filled with all that fancy paper and plastic dinnerware so it'll be an easier cleanup afterwards. You continue on to the kitchen, kissing Noah Stilinski's cheek in passing and hip checking Stiles as he stands by the oven.
"Where do you want these casseroles?" You ask.
"Go ahead and slide them into the oven," he says. "It's already all warmed up."
Settling the dishes on the countertop next to the oven, you take off their coverings before opening the oven and sliding in the dishes so they're side by side. When you close the oven door and turn around, your mom surprises you with half a glass of wine.
"Oh. Thanks." She smiles at you as you take a sip, leaning against the counter and letting yourself breathe now that all the prepping for dinner is just about done.
"YN! Come here for a sec," Scott calls out.
You glance over at your brother to see a new individual with him and figure it must be Derek Hale. His back is towards you as he carries on a conversation with Malia and you can't help but appreciate his shoulder to waist ratio in the tight shirt he's got on. As you near, you go to take a sip of your wine just as Derek turns around and.. you inhale sharply and promptly choke.
You haven't seen Derek Hale in years.
Scratch that.
You haven't seen Derek Hale since you left him in bed the other morning.
A hand comes down on your back a few times until your airway clears, and when you can finally breathe again you glance to your left where Stiles is standing. "You good?"
"F-Fine! I'm fine," you say. "Wine just went down the wrong pipe."
"If you say so." Stiles pats your back one last time before he leaves and when you finally brave a look at Derek's face, dread fills you at his amused expression.
"So you're Derek Hale, huh?" You nervously ask. "Gotta admit, I would not have recognized you had Scott not mentioned we were coming to your place."
Derek huffs a brief laugh. "And you're YN McCall. I didn't know Scott had a sister."
"That's because I kept my nose out of everyone's business and left Beacon Hills as soon as I graduated."
"But now that YN has landed a job at the hospital, she's moving back," Scott proudly states while wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Isn't that right, sis?"
"Yep." You gulp under Derek's gaze and then quickly chug the rest of the wine in your glass. "Oh would you look at that," you say. "I need a refill."
You quickly turn around and make your way back to the kitchen, taking the wine bottle from your mother and pouring yourself another glass.
Lydia glances at you, eyebrow raised. "You okay?"
You shrug. "Sure."
Feeling your phone buzz, you take it out from your back pocket and see a text message from a number you don't have saved. When you open it up, your heart starts to beat double.
You didn't tell me you were from Beacon Hills or related to Scott.
Eyes narrowing, you set down your glass of wine to text back.
Yeah? Well you didn't tell me you were from Beacon Hills either! Or that you were Derek Hale. I don't remember you looking like this.
When you meet Derek's gaze from across the room after he reads his text, he slowly smirks and it makes you feel all sorts of things. Quickly you squash down those fluttery feelings because you're in a room with two wolves and a coyote, and you know they can hear and smell all sorts of things. His nostrils flare before his smirk widens even more and you pick up your glass of wine once more before chugging its contents.
Stalking towards Lydia after setting your glass down, you grab the banshee by the wrist. "Come on. Show me where the bathroom is in this place."
As Lydia leads you through the room, you watch as Malia narrows her eyes on you as you pass. You gesture for her to follow and she's quick to abandon Scott in favor of following you and Lydia. Then when you get into the bathroom, you shut and lock the door behind the three of you and immediately turn on the water faucet.
"Alright," Lydia sighs, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning against the sink, "what's going on with you?"
You open your mouth to answer, only to snap it shut and pull out your phone instead. Opening up your Notes app, you type out your response instead. When you turn your phone around so they can read it, Lydia and Malia put their heads together as they read: I slept with Derek the morning I showed up here in Beacon Hills!
Lydia's eyes widen, but it's Malia who snorts in amusement. "Oh hell. This Thanksgiving just got a hundred times more interesting."
"Malia," you whine, stomping your foot when she starts to giggle, "this isn't funny!"
"Why are you freaking out?" Lydia muses quietly.
"Because I didn't know it was him at the time!" You squeak, voice equally as quiet. "The Derek I remember didn't look like that!" You gesture wildly towards the door as if he were just outside.
"His name didn't ring a bell when you were hooking up?" Malia asks.
"Well, uh, I was a little too preoccupied with what his tongue and fingers were doing to remember whether he said his name or not.
"This is both disgusting and entertaining as hell," Malia says. "Leave it to my cousin to bang Scott's older sister."
A moment of silence passes before both girls erupt with laughter. Your eyes widen and you quickly swat at their arms. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
"Don't be so worried," Malia murmurs. "If it makes you feel any better, he didn't seem disgusted or disappointed when Scott introduced you. He seemed surprised."
"I.." Your mouth shuts and you take a brief moment to think about it. "Yeah okay. That does make me feel better because I might have left him a note on his phone saying I wouldn't mind a repeat performance if I ever passed through again."
Malia bites her lip to keep from laughing and you can't help the blush that erupts. Lydia sighs, amused, and wraps her arm around your shoulders. "What are we going to do with you?" She muses. "Now come on. Pull up your panties and get back out there. You and Derek are both adults."
"Yeah, but.. Scott. And Stiles," you frown. "I remember vividly everything they ever said about Derek Hale after Scott had been bitten."
Lydia waves you off. "Derek wasn't as bad as they made him out to be. He was just trying to make the best of whatever situation he found himself in. Your brother and Stiles can just get over it."
"And if they don't," Malia's eyes flare blue, "we'll take care of them."
With the two girls in your corner, it's easier to leave the bathroom. Scott immediately looks at you, expression curious, but you paste on a smile and assure him everything is fine. You just needed a bit of girl talk. Your mother pulls you aside for a quick conversation to make sure you're okay as well, but you promise you'll tell her when you get home later. Then when you catch Derek's gaze, he raises his eyebrow at you and you smile, biting the corner of your lip to keep from laughing when he starts to smile back. The last thing you need to do is nervously giggle and draw even more attention to yourself.
Chris Argent is the last to show up and you're surprised to find out he's actually your mother's boyfriend. You politely greet him and then glance at Lydia, mouthing what the fuck? before subtly high fiving your mother for a job well done. Scott was not impressed.
When all the food is done and laid out along the countertops, Noah and Chris carve up both turkeys. Everyone grabs themselves a plate and forms a line to serve themselves before taking their plate to the table. As Derek and Noah each sit at opposite ends of the table, Stiles, Lydia, Scott and Malia take one side of the table with Stiles closest to his dad and Malia closest to her cousin. On the other side sits, Chris, your mother and then finally yourself with Chris closest to Noah and you closest to Derek. Malia can't help but wiggle her eyebrows at you and you quickly kick at her shin under the table.
Dinner goes surprisingly well, especially when the wine starts flowing between all the adults, yourself included. Chris and Noah are interested in knowing all that you've been doing in New York, and congratulate you on getting a job in Beacon Hills when your mother gushes about it again. You poke fun at Scott and Stiles about their younger years, and it's Chris who brings up the question about you knowing Derek while he was in school. Your eyes had subtly widened at being mentioned in the same sentence as Derek, but Scott still caught it and started to choke on his own tongue. You stammered through the excuse that you knew of Derek, but the two of you had never spoken. Derek had backed you up on that statement, admitting to knowing of you in school but he had never connected the dots to you being Scott's sister.
The conversation moves on to what everyone else's plans are for after high school, then all too soon everyone starts grumbling about getting back to their respective houses before they go into a food coma. You quickly help your mom clean up a bit so Derek doesn't have to while several others pack themselves some to-go trays. Everyone thanks Derek for hosting before leaving one after the other. You manage to catch his eye, tapping your phone when it seems like he wants to talk with you and you mentally sigh with relief when he nods.
Outside, Scott leaves with Lydia and Malia so he can spend a bit of time with Malia and her adoptive dad. Stiles plans to drop off his dad before heading to Lydia's and even your mom makes plans with Chris after she drops you off at home. You had offered to take the car so she could leave with Chris, but she had mentioned wanting to have a quick conversation with you.
Inside the car, you've barely gotten out of the parking lot before your mother says, "Spill."
You nervously shift in your seat, pasting on a smile you're sure she sees right through. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Mhmm," she muses, lips twitching. "So you didn't nearly asphyxiate yourself when you laid eyes on Derek Hale? Not to mention that he couldn't keep his gaze from darting to you every other minute. And the fact that you dragged Lydia and Malia to the bathroom wasn't suspicious at all," she drawls.
"Okay. I get it. I wasn't exactly subtle." You frown as she laughs and it takes you a moment to think about what you want to say. When you have it all figured out, you sigh. "So remember how you encouraged sex positivity so long as everything was consensual and everyone was safe?"
"..yes?"
"Well as you know.. everyone has their needs. I've never been a relationship type of gal because I knew New York was never going to be permanent, so I had flings here and there." You pause, nose wrinkling when you hear your mother gasp as she immediately pieces the rest of the story together. "I needed to blow off some steam right before I entered Beacon Hills, so I stopped at a bar. The pickings were very slim and I thought I was just going to come straight home before this guy started chatting me up. Immediately he gave off frat boy vibes so I wasn't interested, but he wouldn't take a hint. Enter Derek Hale."
"Oh my god."
"Only I didn't know it was Derek Hale at the time because he grew up so goddamn fine and I wasn't paying attention to whether or not he said his name."
"This is my Christmas present, just so you know. Nothing you tell me ever again is going to top this."
"You're a horrible mother," you deadpan and Melissa absolutely loses it. "Anyway, Derek stuck around because the frat boy was keeping watch, and then before we knew it hours had passed. We got a room, we hooked up, and then a few hours later I was sneaking out of the motel room after leaving a note on his phone that I wouldn't mind a repeat performance if we ever ran into each other again."
"YN!"
"What?! I didn't think I actually would run into him again or that he was Derek freakin' Hale who lived in the same town as I did. I was just feeling bold and running off of very little sleep when I left that note."
Your mother starts to laugh and you slump in your seat as her laughter just seems to go on and on. And before you can say anything else, your phone chimes in your lap and your heart beats triple as you see Derek's number sitting there. Opening it, you quietly read it to yourself.
Are you free tomorrow? I think we should talk.
Quickly typing back, you tell him you're free and ask where he wants to meet up.
A few moments later, his reply comes in.
I'll pick you up around six. We can grab a bite to eat too.
You text back that that's fine with you and then save his number.
As you set your phone down you can feel your mother glancing at you, but you don't say anything. "Was that Derek?" She asks after she realizes you aren't going to say anything.
"Yeah," you admit. After all, there was no use in hiding it. "He wants to meet up tomorrow and grab a bite to eat."
"Ooohh. Is this a date?"
You shrug. "Doubt it. He probably just wants to clear the air between us since he and Scotty have their whole werewolf pack thing going on for them. Better to make peace with your one night stand than part on iffy terms and have her werewolf brother pissed off with you."
Melissa snorts. "Derek Hale is many things, but being scared of Scott is not one of them." You chuckle. "He definitely wants to clear the air, but I doubt it's just so you can part ways. You didn't see the way he was looking at you, sweetheart. That boy is definitely interested."
"Well I guess we'll see tomorrow," you say with a soft sigh.
The rest of the ride is silent and then you're being dropped off at home. With your mind running a mile a minute and your anxiety trickling in about your imminent talk with Derek, you keep yourself busy by picking up around the house before showering. Then once you've gotten yourself under control, you pull up Netflix on your TV and put on a baking show you binge every now and then while attempting to paint your toenails before climbing under the covers and drifting off to sleep.
The next day you're so fidgety that Scott can't help but wonder what's going on. You try to feed him excuse after excuse, but his damn wolfy senses know you're not being truthful with him. Eventually you figure you should tell him, but not before dragging your mother into the room with you so your brother doesn't blow a gasket. And surprisingly, Scott finds amusement in your hook-up story with Derek. The way he sees it, you're both adults and he doesn't care who you spend time with so long as it doesn't interfere with pack dynamics. It also kind of helped that you were the older sibling and a threat here and there curbed his more negative thoughts.
Your mother eventually has some errands to run and Scott gets called into the vet clinic. He promises to not breathe a word to Stiles about you and Derek until the two of you come to an understanding about whether you want to keep seeing each other or not, and then you're left all alone with your thoughts once more.
It's a lot harder to keep your mind off Derek Hale now that you know what you know, but you manage to hold yourself together long enough to take a shower and find a decent outfit for the evening.
When 6:05 rolls around, your heart practically leaps from your chest when your phone chimes with a text from Derek. I'm outside is all it says and you quickly grab your jacket from the hook by the front door before exiting the house. You're expecting Derek to be waiting for you while sitting inside his car, so you're not expecting to see him casually leaning against the hood of his black Chevy Camaro.
When he sees your startled expression, Derek slowly smiles. "YN McCall."
"Derek Hale," you muse, slipping your arms into your jacket. "Don't you dare make this weird."
He huffs a laugh as he pushes off the hood of his car when you approach, walking to the passenger door and opening it for you. "I think if anyone is going to make this weird, it'd be your brother and Stiles." You roll your eyes, lips twitching as you fall into the passenger seat. Derek shuts the door after you as you buckle up, walking around to his side of the car and dropping into the driver's seat after he opens the door. "Does your brother even know who you're with right now?"
"First off, how rude of you to assume that my brother needs to know who I'm spending my time with."
"That wasn't a denial."
"Because I wasn't denying it. I just said it was rude to assume." He chuckles as he starts his car, reversing out of the driveway and readily heading down the street. You sigh softly, grinning as you stare out the windshield. "Scott knows exactly who I'm with. I ended up having to tell him about how we had already met before Thanksgiving and he.. he took it surprisingly well."
"So I don't have to be looking over my shoulder anytime soon?"
"I mean you'll probably have to deal with Stiles' remarks when he eventually finds out, but Scott's made it clear that I'm an adult and I can handle my own business."
"You threatened him, didn't you?"
"Just a little." When you briefly meet Derek's gaze, the two of you laugh out loud. Then once your laughter calms, you ask, "So where are we going?"
"There's a diner I found a few miles out of town. Figured I couldn't go wrong with a place that offered a variety of food."
You groan in happiness. "I love diners. And if you're taking me there then that means it's passed the test with your wolfy taste buds and is actually good food."
Derek shakes his head in fond amusement, the rest of the drive mostly silent with the exception of the radio playing softly so it's not totally silent. The drive is fairly quick and you can't help but give a little happy dance in your seat when you see the diner lit up in all its glory.
You and Derek don't waste any time climbing out of his car, and he walks a little ahead of you to open the diner door. You grin up at him, stepping into the diner and then letting him choose where he wants to sit. An older waitress brings over two menus and takes your drink orders, she beaming the entire time at you and Derek. You place your drink orders and quickly scour the menu before opting for chicken and waffles.
Your drinks are quickly brought out and your food orders placed, and the two of you make small talk about your experiences in New York and the favorite places you visited while waiting for your food to arrive. In a brief lull in the conversation, he sips his Cola before staring right at you and getting straight down to business. His hands clasp together in front of him atop the table as he asks, "So.. about us? Now that we're aware of each other, what do you want to do about it?"
You splutter a little seeing as he asked while you were sipping your own drink, and weakly glare at him when he smirks. "Why.. why are you leaving this up to me? What do you want to do?" You ask him instead.
"Well you did say you'd be up for a repeat performance."
Your words being thrown back into your face makes your nose wrinkle and you kick at his ankle under the table when he laughs. "To be fair, I just thought it would be another hook-up with a stranger. I didn't actually think I'd personally know or get to know the guy I was sleeping with."
"Does that change anything?"
"Honestly?" Your eyebrow raises at him and you shrug. "It's a little weird considering I'd been hearing Scott and Stiles complaining about you for years, but other than that.. not really. Does me being Scott's sister change anything for you?"
Derek mimics your shrug. "Not really. You're a consenting adult, but it does make things a little easier knowing that Scott won't interfere."
"Nor will my mom, Lydia or Malia." Derek's eyes narrow and you laugh at his expression. "What? I panicked on Thanksgiving and needed to get it off my chest in your bathroom."
"Which explains Lydia and Malia knowing," he says. "Why did you tell your mom?"
"That's actually your fault," you tell him. "Mom noticed you kept staring at me throughout dinner and knew something was up. She thought it was absolutely hilarious when I told her my predicament."
"So what I'm hearing is that there's nothing holding us back should we want to continue this thing between us."
"The only thing that would be holding us back is ourselves," you muse. "So what do you say, Derek? Wanna see if anything truly blossoms between us or just leave it at the one night stand?"
Before Derek can answer, the waitress is dropping off your food and asking if there's anything else you need. When all you ask for are refills for your drinks, she quickly gets those for you before you dig into your food. "I'd like to continue talking."
You slowly smile. "Awesome. Me too." You unwrap your utensils from it's napkin, reaching for the bottle of syrup to pour over your waffles and bite-sized pieces of chicken. "And fair warning, if you eat off my plate before I've finished what I'm capable of, I will stab you with my fork. Food stealing is a deal breaker."
Derek chuckles. "No food stealing. Got it."
As you take your first bite, you groan in complete satisfaction and immediately cut yourself off another portion. "So are we taking things slow or not? Because bringing me here for this deliciousness has definitely earned at least two sexual favors."
Derek chokes his bite of food and you quickly cover your mouth with a napkin as you cackle at his reddening ears.
With the couple of weeks you have off before you start your daytime shifts at the hospital, you find yourself seeking out Derek's company when he's not busy with the pack. Sometimes you join your brother and his friends, learning about pack dynamics since you were going to be spending a lot of your time with them and would eventually pick up their scent. The last thing any of them wanted was you being approached by a visiting werewolf and you being out of your depth because you knew nothing about werewolf politics.
Things between you and Derek are surprisingly easy and fun, and not even Stiles can put a damper on things. Not when he sees Derek actually smile for the first time when you had tackled Scott for daring to grab one of your egg rolls from your plate, sitting on his back and pressing his face into the floor while making him promise to never steal your food again.
Then when you start work and things between you and Derek are a little more solid, it starts getting harder and harder to leave his loft at night. And when Derek finally asks you to stay the night, you promise that the nights where you're off the following morning are all his. Other than that, you'll be staying at your own house since you'd be tempted to not get out of bed for work if he was lying next to you.
Life back in Beacon Hills is easy. It's even fun!
Until one day it isn't.
You'd stayed the night at Derek's, sleeping in the upstairs room because Derek had mentioned an early meeting with a visiting pack from the northern part of California. You were to stay in bed upstairs while they had their meeting downstairs, so you're surprised to get a sudden message from Lydia telling you otherwise.
Put on one of Derek's shirts and pretend you'd forgotten about the meeting going on. Just play along. Don't ask questions.
Sighing softly, you quickly and quietly get out of bed to do as you're told. You strip off your shirt in favor of the dark gray henley Derek had dropped on the floor on his way to bed the previous night and strip off your shorts since the shirt was long enough to have you covered. Then pulling the tie out of your hair, you ruffle it to give yourself the bedhead look and then grab your phone.
Phone in hand, you pull up social media and randomly scroll through the newsfeed as you carefully take the stairs one at a time. The talking ceases, but you don't raise your gaze from your phone until you're on the last step. "Oh." You owlishly blink at every gaze directed at you, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing at the amusement dancing in Lydia's eyes. "Today was that meeting, wasn't it?" You wince. "I'm sorry for interrupting. I just needed a glass of water."
Three newcomers are sitting on the couch, one male in the middle with another male and a female sitting on either side of him- the female looking rather put out about something. Scott sits opposite them with Derek and Stiles on either side of him, and Malia and Lydia perched on the back of their couch, but Derek looks tense and annoyed. You can see it in his eyes that he's over this meeting already.
You only make it a few steps toward the kitchen before Scott stands and you freeze. He gestures you over as he clears his throat, only introducing you when you're close enough. "Alpha Lewis, this is YN McCall. My sister. YN, this is alpha Lewis, his daughter Denise and his beta Travis."
You smile politely as the alpha stands, reaching forward to shake hands with him. "Hello."
Alpha Lewis finally smiles and you have a very unsettling feeling about the way he's looking at you. "Sister? I didn't know you had a sister."
You pull your hand back and step just behind Scott's shoulder as your brother shrugs. "I didn't think I had to announce every family member I had."
"I've been away since I graduated," you say. "Just recently came home for a job opportunity."
"That's wonderful," Alpha Lewis says, eyes glinting. Then he meets Scott's gaze. "Well if Mr. Hale is no longer available for the alliance we had in mind, I'm sure the sister of the alpha will do just as nicely."
His words confuse you, but you know they mean nothing good when Derek suddenly snarls and you're being pulled down onto his lap, his arms wrapping protectively around your waist. The visiting pack's eyes widen, you tense, and Scott pinches the bridge of his nose.
As you glance around for someone to explain what the hell is going on, you find Stiles smirking. "We weren't lying when we told you Derek was no longer an option for the proposed alliance. Neither is YN, as you can see."
The alpha holds himself a little taller just as his daughter Denise scoffs, eyes narrowing. "And how long has this been going on? It's quite the coincidence Derek's dating the sister of the alpha all of a sudden."
You raise an eyebrow at her, grinning as you settle back against Derek and cross one leg over the other as you run your hands along his arms. "I'm sorry, but I don't see why me banging Derek is important here."
"It's important because Derek was promised to me!" Denise's eyes flare yellow in her annoyance.
Scott growls in response, eyes flaring red in warning. Denise glares at Scott until her dad- her own alpha- snarls at her to back down. "Derek was not promised to anyone." Your brother glances between you and Denise before settling his gaze on the other alpha. "When you came to me with the proposal of an alliance with my pack, we said we'd think about it. No promises were made. Now as you can see, the alliance through marriage is off the table. There are other ways to broker an alliance."
Alpha Lewis' lips purse. "Hmm. But the marriage proposal was more iron clad."
"I'm sorry, but you're just going to have to take my word," Scott says. "Alpha to alpha, whatever we come up with, my pack and I will abide by it so long as your pack does the same."
"We'll see."
The two alphas continue to stare each other down before alpha Lewis tells his daughter and beta that they're leaving. He tells Scott that they'll be in touch to hammer out an alliance pact and then Malia is quick to escort them out to the elevator. The loft is left in a tense silence and you shift around on Derek's lap until you're sitting sideways, one hand resting on the back of his neck since he still seems more than a little agitated.
No one says anything, though Stiles looks like he's about to verbally burst, but your brother has this look of concentration on his face that's keeping everyone quiet. Then finally Scott's whole demeanor relaxes, however you beat Stiles to the punch. "What the hell just happened?"
"You totally just pissed off a werewolf," Stiles blurts.
You huff a laugh. "Why? Because she wanted Derek?"
"They're a new pack." Derek's chest rumbles as he speaks. "Our pack is apparently the strongest on the West coast and everyone wants an alliance with us."
"Denise set her eyes on Derek the moment she saw him," Lydia says. "We spoke to them a couple months back and she willingly offered herself up for Derek and Derek only. It's why I told you to get your butt down here drenched in his scent."
"So I basically just put a target on my back."
Your nails lightly dig into the back of Derek's neck and he exhales softly, resting his forehead against your temple. "If she or anyone from her pack comes after you, I will personally rip her apart piece by piece."
"Me too," Malia volunteers, looking a little too giddy at the prospect of a fight.
Scott shakes his head, amused. "Just.. keep your eyes open. If anyone disobeys Alpha Lewis, it'll be his daughter."
"Well that's comforting," you muse.
"You don't worry," Derek says. "Just continue on as you have been and we'll-"
"Keep your noses to the ground?" Stiles snorts and leans across the sofa for a high five that you happily oblige him with. Derek nips your shoulder in retaliation and you laugh as you settle back against him. "I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. But okay. I will keep my eyes and ears open, and report back to you guys with any suspicious activity."
Over the next few days when you can't shake the feeling of being watched, you and Derek come up with a specific set of text messages to be traded when you got to work, before and after your lunch break, and when you got home from work. Surprisingly you took being kidnapped very seriously and you wanted the pack to know something was off if you missed a check in or a non pre-arranged text had been sent to make it seem like the pack was speaking with you when they weren't.
Stiles was all for the covert texting, even if the others thought it was just a little much.
Fortunately for everyone, especially yourself, your paranoia pays off one day when you get home from work and are immediately slammed up against the door when you turn to lock it. "Ow." Thankfully you had turned your head at the last second so the side of your face hit the door, but the intruder has a really good grip on your ponytail as they press you harder into the door's surface. "What.. the hell."
"You thought you could take away my only chance at making my father proud? Huh?!" You try to glance out of the corner of your eye.. and oh. It's the she-wolf Denise and she does not look happy. Now this sudden attack makes sense. "All I had was one job- marry the last of the Hale line and unite my father's pack with the McCall pack." She pulls you back slightly, only to forcefully slam you against the door again. "But then you come waltzing in-" Pull back. Slam! "-and take the Hale wolf right from under my nose!" She slams you once more, growling for good measure.
You groan. "And you're attacking me because..?" You brace your hands on the door. "Breaking into Alpha McCall's home is a no-no, Denise. You can kiss any alliance with my brother's pack goodbye." Then pushing with all your might, you manage to shove both yourself and Denise away from the door so you can turn around, but she's quick to backhand you. Your head whips to the side and blood slowly trickles into your mouth. You spit. "And that calls for retaliation."
When you meet Denise's yellow gaze, she flashes you a fangy grin. "And that's where you're wrong. We've travelled all over the states, learning from werewolf pack after werewolf pack. And you wanna know what I learned?" She lunges at you, pulling back at the last second and laughing cruelly when you flinch. "I learned how to mask my scent. No one's going to know that I was even here."
Your phone chimes from your back pocket and there's a split second where the two of you freeze. You make a run for the living room in the next moment, but she's quick to push her leg out and sends you sprawling along the floor when you trip over her foot. You attempt to crawl away from her, only for her to scramble atop the back of your legs and grab your phone instead.
"No. Don't!"
"What's this? Hmm?" She releases you and you scramble away, getting your hands and knees under you so you can turn over. "It seems the other human wants to go out to a movie tonight." She sneers at the screen as she reads the message. "How cute."
"S-Stiles knows I'm off from work," you say. "If I don't reply, he'll come looking."
"Then we need to make sure no one comes to find you until that mother of yours gets off of work." Her fingers work fast as they type out a reply and you breathe a little easier. With Denise not knowing the correct phrase to reply with, the pack will be notified of something being wrong. All you have to do is stall now. "There." She locks your phone and tosses it onto the couch. "Now that you've asked for a rain check because you're feeling quite exhausted from a shift at the hospital, we've got about an hour or so to play."
You scoff. "Even if you take me out of the equation, Derek Hale will never marry you. He didn't want you then and he sure as hell doesn't want you now."
"We'll just see about that."
You try to hurry and stand up, but Denise kicks the coffee table into you. You fall back down and try to crawl away, but she swiftly kicks you in the abdomen. You shout out in pain, tears immediately stinging your eyes. You continue to crawl, whimpering each time her boot sends you sprawling.
For the next few minutes, you endure taunt after taunt and hit after hit. You're slammed into walls and onto the coffee table, even pushed into cabinets. A lot of stuff is breaking during her mission to make the crime scene the most brutal she can and you know you're in deep trouble when you feel something in your arm snap.
You scream, to the point your throat aches, and seconds later the front door is thrown open. You're huddled in the corner of the living room, so you're able to see Denise whirl around and have to face the wrath of Derek who had slid into your home, catching himself on the wall before leaping to his feet and taking a threatening step in Denise's direction.
Malia and Scott aren't that far behind Derek, and all three of them paint a terrifying picture with their eyes glaring red and blue.
"Huh. Well would you look at that," you deliriously mumble, your vision swimming and slowly darkening around the edges. "Your little scent trick no longer matters. You're fucked."
"You stupid little-"
A deafening roar erupts, making you wince and your teeth chatter. You hear a yelp and a scuffle takes place, but you can't seem to focus any longer and welcome the darkness that soon greets you.
The next time your eyes open up, you're staring at the all too familiar patterned ceiling of the hospital. There's a consistent beeping coming somewhere from your left and the telltale itching of tape's adhesive from where they've inserted an IV line into the back of your hand. Your right arm feels a little heavier than usual and when you glance at it you see it's been wrapped in a black cast.
The door to your room- a private room, you quickly realize- opens and a nurse walks in. She's one of your co-workers and she seems startled, yet relieved, to see you awake. She quickly explains that she just needs to check your vitals before alerting your family and you nod, knowing the routine like the back of your hand given you do exactly what she does when working.
When she's done and out the door, it's not long before your mom, Scott and Derek are entering the room. Your mom and Scott take up one side of your bed while Derek takes the other, immediately reaching for your hand and carefully holding it between both of his. "So I missed the ass kicking then?" Your mom chuckles softly as Scott weakly grins at you. "What did I miss?"
"Alpha Lewis and his pack are no longer welcome in the state of California," Scott says. "They've been exiled."
"And if I ever see any of them anywhere near Beacon Hills, I will personally rip them apart. With my teeth," Derek warns.
"Ooohhhh. Scary," you tease, lightly poking at Derek's cheek with your free hand. A small jolt of pain rushes up your arm from the tip of your finger and you grimace. "Ow. I think the pain meds are wearing off."
"Oh. Do you need more?" Melissa is quick to glance around for the remote that administers more medication, but you're quick to wave her off.
"No, mom, I'm good. It's not that painful." She immediately stops fussing. "What's the damage then?"
"Your most major injury is the broken arm," your mom tells you. "You were very fortunate to just have bruises and cuts."
"Mhm. And what's the story?"
"Home invasion gone wrong," Scott admits. "The Sheriff and deputy Parrish know the real reason though, so they have pictures of all known pack members from the Lewis pack in case any of them come back."
"Good."
You yawn and shift around in bed, and you catch your mom glancing between you and Derek. You gesture towards the door before glancing at Scott and she seems to get the message. She's quick to make an excuse for Scott to leave the room with her and he does so, even as he looks at you so it's acknowledged he knows exactly why your mom is making him leave. You huff a quiet laugh and blow him a kiss, and then you're left alone with Derek.
"Will you stop looking so glum," you tell him. "I'm fine."
"You weren't fine when I nearly had to break down your mom's door."
"I bet you no one will mock my coded text messages now, huh? I knew that would come in handy someday."
Derek finally chuckles and you pull your hand from between his own to lightly cup his cheek. "And to think we were concerned about either of us causing drama. Nope. The drama came from an outside source who wanted the D."
He grimaces. "Can you not joke about this? I'm still a little shaken at how far she was willing to go all for an alliance through marriage."
"People do stupid things to make their parents proud. Bagging the last of the Hale line was just what her dad wanted and well.. I kind of threw a wrench into their plans by dating you."
"Still doesn't make it right."
"It doesn't, but what's done is done. Scott's exiled them from California so now we can all just move on from this."
You sleepily smile at Derek and he shakes his head in disbelief at you. "I don't understand how you're so okay with this. I'd be livid if I were in your place."
"Oh I will be," you say. "Eventually. Most likely when all these damn drugs are out of my system."
"Still flying high?"
"Like a kite."
Derek snorts. "Go back to sleep. You're being discharged later."
"Mmm. Okay."
As your eyes slip close, you smile as you feel Derek press a kiss to your forehead. This was your first taste of what being part of Scott's pack consists of.. and you wouldn't have it any other way. Especially if Derek, in all his wolfy glory, came to your rescue.
You definitely wouldn't mind seeing that again.
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Chapter 2
S1 Episode 1
TW: cursing
Stiles Stilinski x Reader
Okay here is the second installment to my friends-to-lover’s series. It’s pretty long and I’m not sorry about it. Let me know if you have any ideas as to where to take this series or how to improve it. Hope you enjoyyy xx
“Scott, hey, I’m getting another call,” You mumbled, pulling your phone away from your ear. Your eyes widened a little at the name Lydia Martin. “Oh, what the fuck?”
“What, is it Stiles?” Scott asked in a boyish tone. Stiles can’t keep his mouth shut when it comes to his best friends. So of course, Scott instantly knew about the moment the two of you shared the other night. You rolled your eyes at the power he had over the two of you, and he used it constantly to make you blush or shut up.
“First off, stop doing that. It makes me feel weird because it was just a-”
“Heat of the moment thing. Righht, okay. Anyways- *click* … Hello? Y/N?” He held his phone in astonishment as he chuckled and continuing to thread the laces of the head on his lacrosse stick.
“Lydia, hey! What’s up?” You asked with a smile, already knowing what her call had to do with, making your way to the computer.
“Heyyy, girly. Whatcha doin?” She said sweetly. You knew the tone all too well.
“Do you need me to email you my notes?”
“How do you know I wasn’t just calling for a quick chat with my best gal pal?” She quickly retaliated, only to receive silence on your end. “Okay, fine. Yes, I think I left them in Jackson’s car but he isn’t answering my calls. I just wanted to review for the summer reading quiz tomorrow. Could you send me pics?”
“Yeah, one step ahead of you,” You laughed. “You should be getting them right about… now.”
“Thanks,” She softened her tone. “If you ever need anything, let me know.”
“Oh, it’s really no problem,” You sweetly dismissed her empty proposal. “And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you asked me for them.”
“I appreciate it,” She giggled. “But seriously, thank you!”
You opened your mouth to say something before familiar screams filled the silence.
“Yeah uh no biggie,” You quickly replied as you looked out your window to see Stiles hanging upside down and Scott holding a bat. “Oh god. I gotta go. Bye!”
You quickly threw on a pair of sneakers and hurried out of your front door. You rushed up to boys who were now both upside right, only to catch the last part of a conversation that you weren’t exactly sure you wanted to ask about.
“That’s the best part. They only found half,” Stiles bounced in place excitedly. “We’re going.”
“..Where? And found-”
The boys screamed louder than the first time, making you jump in response. Scott held his bat up defensively as Stiles jumped behind him and grabbed his shoulders.
“At ease, you fucking idiots!” You shouted. “It’s me! Put the bat down!”
“HOW DO YOU JUST APPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE LIKE THAT?! My god,” Stiles yelped, holding his hand over his heart. “We need to put a bell on you.”
“I literally jogged over here,” You deadpanned. “Leaves were crunching and everything, I don’t know what to tell you.”
“Just out of curiosity, have you ever like, oh I don’t know, overheard conversations I probably wouldn’t want you knowing about?”
“Oh yeah, like at least a dozen,” You smiled as he released an embarrassed groan. “But where are you going at this hour? Also who found half of what?”
“Nothing,” Scott answered. You gave him an unamused look while you walked up the stairs of his porch. “Y/N, trust me, you don’t want to know.”
“Half of a dead body was discovered in the woods. We’re going to go look for the other half,” Stiles didn’t even let him finish the entire sentence before gladly offered up the information.
“Really? The two of you. Alone in the woods. Looking for a dead body?” You laughed at the boys who were screaming only a few seconds before. It was only when they blankly stared back that you realized it wasn’t a joke. “Oh wait- are you serious?! Dude, that’s so stupid!”
“I knew you’d say that,” Scott groaned. “God, you’re such a girl.”
“That’s not an offensive statement? I literally am a girl. But that’s rich, considering I just made you scream like a couple of sissies,” You chuckled. “I was on the phone with Lydia and ended it abruptly just because I saw you guys roleplaying piñata.”
“Woah, woah. Hold on! You were on the phone with the Lydia Martin?” His enthusiasm cut through you like a dull knife. You shifted uncomfortably, unaware of the way your shoulders fell.
This moment bitterly reminded you of the reason why you’d been brushing him off for the past few days. This boy has been hopelessly in love with Lydia since you were kids. It was all he talked about since you met him. You knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that she would ever go for anyone that wasn’t the captain of some sort of sport, but you still didn’t want to be the second choice when he was your first.
You, however, didn’t hear the way he spoke about you while you weren’t around. You were oblivious to the way he looked at you when you sang along to his music and how he softened his tone when he spoke to you. Sure, Lydia was hot and he still got excited to talk about her. But never in the way he talked about you.
“Dude, did you just not hear the part where we called you a sissy?” Scott jumped in, noticing your subtle disappointment and wanting to redirect the situation. “You don’t have to come, Y/N. I know it’s not your type of thing. But we’re going because this is once in a lifetime opportunity here in Beacon Hills.”
“Fine. But, uh, word of advice? Try not to scream like little girls if you hear a voice or see a bunny.”
“Funny,” Stiles smiled sarcastically as you walked away. “Very funny.”
Scott waited for you to go back inside before slapping his best friend’s chest with force.
“OW! What was that for?”
“For being an absolute idiot,” Scott rolled his eyes. “Let’s go find that body.”
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The next morning, you wanted to dress up a little for the first day of school. Your mom helped you with a subtle makeup look that brought out your best features and with curling your hair. You threw on the cute outfit you laid out the night before and had your mom drive you to school.
You hopped out of the car and walked up to your friends who were already standing outside of the building.
“Hey,” You smiled.
“Y/N, woah. You, um, you look different! Like a good different though! Just like- wow you look nice,” Stiles stuttered, making you giggle.
“Thanks! You too. How’d last night go?” You walked past them and led your friends into the building
“Shitty,” Scott mumbled.
“My dad caught me out there and dragged my ass home. Scott, on the other hand, stayed, found the body, and got bitten by a wolf!” Stiles said dramatically.
“A wolf, huh?” You teased, walking up to your locker. “Damn it, Scott. I personally think vampires are way sexier but hey! Werewolves aren’t that bad.. Aside from all of the fur-”
“Whatever, don’t believe me! I’m going to my locker,” Scott huffed, walking away from his friends’ fit of giggles. Stiles followed after him, leaving you to decorate and organize your little corner of the school. You quickly threw up polaroid pictures of your favorite people and grabbed the necessary supplies for your first hour of the day.
“Y/N!” Lydia’s voice called out to you as you shut your locker. You at her in confusion. Why was she talking to you in public? “That outfit is totally killer! Come sit next to me in English!”
She linked her arm around yours and walked you to class. Ah, of course she was shallow enough to induct you into her friend group because of a killer outfit. You took a moment to glance around at all of the eyes that landed on you, including those of your friends.
“I know, it’s stupid how their small minds work. Put on a little lipgloss and a mini skirt on, and they’re wrapped around your finger,” She talked quietly, smirking. “But if you keep dressing like this, I might just have to take you under my wing. Pretty in the streets, brilliant in discrete.”
“I appreciate the offer but I don’t know how to feel about everyone’s eyes on me,” You smiled, making her giggle as you took your seats. “I think I preferred not being noticed.”
“You’ll get used to it. Nothing quite beats the feeling of being popular, trust me,” She said.
Scott and Stiles followed you into the room, giving you their what the holy fuck is going on here looks. You widened your eyes and shrugged before turning back to Lydia as she talked about the glory that was popularity.
She dragged you along to practically every single class and met up with you in the hallways, not giving you the chance to even greet the boys. Just as you thought it was the perfect moment to slip away, you met the new girl and instantly hit it off. You decided to stick around for the rest of the day. If nothing else came from your day of popularity, maybe you could make a genuine friend from it.
“So how long have you been friends with Lydia?” Allison smiled, taking the seat next to yours in the cafeteria.
“Since she called my outfit totally killer this morning,” You mocked, looking up to smile at the kind girl. “I’ve known her since elementary school though.”
“She called my jacket totally killer too!” Allison giggled. “And here I was feeling special about her thoughtful compliment! Also, that explains why you’ve seemed just as confused as me standing near her all day.”
“Yeah, I normally hang out with the two dorks staring at us from the lunch line,” You both laughed as they quickly turned away when they saw the two of you look over. A fantastic playoff. “I just happened to put a little effort into my appearance for once and suddenly my life was turned upside down! Remind me to never look do this again.”
“Will do,” She smiled as she looked back at the boys. “So who’s the boy with the longer hair?”
“That’s my best friend, Scott,” You answered. “Well, he’s more of a brother. I’ve known him since like birth.”
“Oh so you guys aren’t.. you know,” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“God, no!” Your face scrunched up. “I’m weirdly into the geek standing next to him, but that’s a whole story in and of itself. Scott’s single and seems like he’s totally into you.”
“Really??” She grinned. You nodded and chuckled. Oh, he owed you big time for playing wingman. “Is he on the lacrosse team?”
“Yeah, actually. We’ll get to see him and Stiles play later if Lydia drags us to their practice,” You said. “But, um, just don’t let his skills, or lack there of, influence your view on him. He’s really sweet and cool.”
“Who is?” Lydia smiled as she sat in front of the two of you. “Oh those guys? Are they new too?”
You and Allison shared a look before laughing. Lydia simply shrugged it off and continued to talk your ears off about whatever came to mind. You and Allison stuck together for the rest of the day, exchanging life stories and silly jokes.
Eventually the final bell rang and Lydia dragged the two of you out to watch the boys’ practice. You sat between the girls and watched as Scott took his place at the goal. Your nerves instantly disappeared when you saw him catch virtually every ball that hurled at him.
Afterwards, Allison gave you a ride home. The two of you listened to your favorite songs and talked lightheartedly about the town and the people in it. She thanked you for being so genuinely kind and you did the same before walking into your house and sticking your nose into your books. You found it a little odd not hearing from your friends the entire night and even sent them text messages to the group chat to make sure everything was okay.
Y/N: Hey, I’m so sorry for ditching you guys today :/ Great practice though! Save me a spot during lunch tmr?
Scott: Yeah ofc! I have so much to tell you!
Stiles: I mean if Lydia doesn’t keep you all to herself then for sure lol. And same here
You smiled at your phone before putting it on the charger and going to sleep.
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You decided against dressing so preppy and opted for a casual, yet very cute outfit. You did your hair and makeup very similar to yesterday’s look and were off to school.
Lydia repeated her actions from the previous day, keeping you and Allison close until the last bell. You didn’t mind as much seeing as you finally felt a little more comfortable running around with their crowd. Scott snd Stiles only smiled at you, which indicated that they were okay with seeing you make new friends. The queen bee dragged you out to the bleachers to watch the lacrosse boys to their thing yet again.
You watched Scott demolish the field and make first line, making you and the girls scream in excitement. After practice was over, you waited outside of the school for your mom to come pick you up for about twenty. Most of the cars left the parking lot, making you believe that she forgot to pick you up. You sighed and went to call her when suddenly, you felt someone grab your arm.
“I can’t be the only one who thinks Scott’s newly found lacrosse skills are a little weird,” Stiles said in a concerned manner.
“I mean he has been working hard all summer,” You stated slowly.
“But have you ever seen him do anything like that?” He questioned, making you tilt you head in realization. “Exactly. Come with me, I’ll explain everything. I need help looking for some answers.”
“Okay, but what kind of answers?” You asked as Stiles pulled you by your arm towards his Jeep. He just kept marching towards his vehicle. “Uh, hello? Earth to Stiles.”
“You know how he said he got bit by a wolf the other night?” He asked, opening the passenger door for you. After you nodded and hopped in, he placed his arm on the top of your open door and leaned in. “Y/N, he had an open wound, clearly caused by the teeth of a big ass animal, that miraculously went away. His skills on the field? His weird behavior?”
“Oh my god, you’re not seriously thinking he’s a werewolf now,” You chuckled. “Stiles, that’s not possible there hasn’t been a reported case of a wolf in California in decades.”
“That’s what I thought!” He shouted excitedly before lowering his voice, not wanting anyone to hear about his crazy hypothesis. “But then I heard my dad say that the fiber analysis came back with animal hairs on the body.”
“No. Way,” Your jaw dropped. He pursed his lips and shrugged before closing your door and jogging to his side of the vehicle. “The animal was a wolf? But how?”
“I don’t know, that’s why I need your help,” He said turning on his car and switching it into first gear. “I mean it would explain the weird gymnastics routine from the field today, right? But you know what’s fucked up? If I’m right and he’s what I think he is, tomorrow’s a full moon. So we better work fast.”
He sped off to his house and you both ran to his room to find any information you could find on the internet. You searched away on your laptop, telling him about any article or old book pdf that related to lycaonthopy that seemed legit. He did the same.
Eventually, your yawns and tired body got the best of you and you fell asleep reading an old book Stiles got from the public library.
“Hey, hey, hey! Are you really going to sleep when we haven’t even figured this out yet?” He asked when he noticed you face down, snuggled into his pillow.
“Fuck off, it’s like three in the morning,” You mumbled, flipping to face the other way. He laughed at your sleepy demeanor. “I even texted my mom that I was staying the night with Scott. Give me like an hour or two to recharge.”
“Here, let me just..” He said, getting up and looking through his closet before tossing you one of his t shirts and a pair of sweatpants. You grumbled angrily at the sudden clothes that landed on you. “At least change into these. Those jeans don’t seem very comfortable.”
“Right now, they’re the comfiest things ever,” You mumbled sleepily as you snuggled back into his pillow. He rolled his eyes and grabbed another pillow, hitting you lightly. “Stilesss, let me sleeeep.”
“Aw.. You think I’m actually going to listen to you. How cute,” He smiled only to hear your breathing start to regulate again. “Hey!”
He laughed and decided to lay on top of you, getting a big grunt in response. He finally saw you smile and it absolutely melted his heart. You were so sleepy that you could barely even keep your eyes open. Your hair was messy and your makeup a little smudged, but he swore he’d never seen you look so beautiful. He especially liked that you looked so comfortable cuddled up under him.
“What did I ever do to you?” You giggled. “I do not deserve to be kept awake by being crushed under your weight at this hour.”
“Oh please, you’ve never looked more comfortable,” He joked softly, making you laugh again. God, there’s that laugh again. It made his heart grow two sizes bigger under any given circumstance, but he swore he could die from the cuteness you radiated in that moment. He hadn’t seen you so sleepy since your middle school sleep overs at Scott’s house. He forgot how much he loved it.
“Okay, you’re kind of right,” You admitted before sitting up. “But alas, I will do as told.”
You got up and walked to his bathroom with Stiles’ clothes folded over your left arm. He smiled softly when he noticed that your scent lingered his pillow. He finally pulled himself out of bed, moved all of the clutter to the floor and pulled the covers down for you. He sat back down in his desk chair and continued to read an article, but he couldn’t seem to wipe the smile off of his face.
That is, until you walked into his room wearing his clothes. What a sight to see. The clothes hung off of you in a way that made his chest explode in butterflies. He watched you climb back into his bed and snuggle back into his pillow.
“Now I’m cold, asshole,” You smiled, making him chuckle. You wanted to hint at the fact that you wanted him to join you. “Even the spot I was in is cold.”
“Want me to hop in bed to warm you up?” He half joked. But when you nodded, he forgot the entirety of the English language. He gave you a shocked look before smiling and shrugging, as if to say fuck it.
You waited for him to get under the covers before you got close. You wrapped your arm around him and closed your eyes. It didn’t take long for you to fall back asleep again. You were too tired to feel nervous about it.
Stiles stared at you in the dim light. This was definitely something he could get used to. In that moment, he didn’t even care about the fact that Scott’s situation. You completely silenced his mind; that was a new feeling. How, he’d never understand, but you did. He only wished he didn’t take so much Adderall so that he could simply snuggle back into you and fall asleep. It was only when you flipped on your other side that he finally got back up to study everything he had earlier set his mind to.
An abrupt, loud knock on the door made you jump awake. You saw Stiles leap out of his desk chair to reveal a smiling Scott.
“Get in. You gotta see this, dude,” Stiles said. Scott chuckled at your dazed and confused look. “Morning, sunshine! Someone tapped out but I’ve been up all night reading websites, books. All this information.”
“How much Adderall have you had today?” Scott asked.
“A lot? Doesn’t matter. Okay, just listen-”
“Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?” Scott chuckled, throwing his backpack on top of you and sitting on your feet. You laughed, trying to push him off.
“No, they’re still questioning people, even Derek Hale-”
“Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day.”
“Yeah! Yes. But that’s not it, okay?” Stiles shouted. “Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore.”
Scott scoffed and looked at you. You simply nodded.
“The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls? It’s a signal, okay? When a wolf’s alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could’ve been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them-”
“A whole pack of wolves?” Scott asked.
“No, werewolves,” You finished. Scott looked over at you before speaking to Stiles again.
“Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I’m picking up Allison in an hour,” Scott said. That was new information to you, but you didn’t even have time before Stiles spoke again.
“We saw what you did on the field. Okay, what you did wasnt just amazing, all right? It was impossible.”
“Okay, so I made a good shot-”
“No you made an incredible shot! I mean the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can’t just suddenly do that overnight,” Stiles replied anxiously. “And there’s the vision and the sense. And don’t even think I didn’t notice that you don’t need your inhaler anymore-”
“Okay!” Scott shouted. “I can’t think about this now. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon’s tonight. Don’t you get it?!”
“What are you trying to do?! I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can’t even believe wants to go out with me. Everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it??” Scott spat.
“He’s trying to help,” You interjected, getting out of bed. “You’re cursed, dude. You’re going to physically change tonight. And your bloodlust will be at its peak.”
“Bloodlust?” He looked at you in a way that he’d never done before. You stepped back.
“Uh, I’m gonna grab a glass of water,” you mumbled, walking out of the room. You leaned against the wall in front of Stiles room, hearing the rest of the conversation unfold. You simply stood there until you heard Scott yell. You ran back in to see him holding Stiles against the wall. “HEY! Scott what the fuck?!”
He yelled before throwing the chair in your direction, making you yelp and jump out of the way. It was only then that he realized that his behavior was completely erratic.
“I’m sorry..” He said to you. You couldn’t even look up at him in sheer fear. “I gotta go get ready for that party… I’m sorry..”
You watched him walk out of the room before Stiles rushed up to you.
“Are you okay? Did he hit you?” Stiles asked, frantically looking at your body to see if you were alright.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” You said quickly, making him release you and pick up his desk chair. “I jumped out of the way in time. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m-” He paused, looking at the scratches on his desk chair. “Oh my god look at this..”
He whirled his chair around to reveal claw marks. You felt your eyes widen as your right hand flew up to your mouth.
“I have to stop him,” You mumbled before spinning on your heels. Stiles rushed up to you and grabbed your arm.
“Woah, woah, woah. Not a good idea. He literally almost killed us, Y/N,” Stiles said, turning you around so you could look him in the eye. You tried to get him to let go so that you could follow your best friend. “Hey, hey! Look, the best that we can do is get ready and go to that party to keep an eye on him and everyone there. I mean, you saw the way he looked at you! He wouldn’t hesitate to hurt you and I can’t let that happen. I’m sorry but you have to promise me you won’t go looking for him.”
“Stiles, I-” You froze when he held out his pinky. That had always been something you’d only done with Scott. You felt a little guilty at the way your heart fluttered at the sight. You looked in his worry ridden eyes and sighed, taking his pinky into yours. “Okay, fine. I swear.”
“Okay, let me take you home,” He breathed, grabbing your clothes and holding his door open for you. “C’mon, we have to get there before he does. I’ll pick you up as soon as we’re done getting ready.”
You nodded and led the way to his Jeep. The ride home was quiet. You mumbled a quick goodbye and jogged into your house. You showered and threw on the nice outfit you’d picked out earlier that week for the party. You opted to blowout your hair and parked it with a nice smokey eye look. Stiles blew up your phone before you were done with your makeup.
Stiles: I’m done. You ready?
Stiles: Actually I don’t care, I’m coming over
Stiles: I’m here, can I come in?
Stiles: Okay I’m tired of waiting. I’m coming in.
“Hey, don’t get scared! It’s just me!” Stiles shouted, entering your front door. He remembered you telling him the night before that your parents were out of town for the weekend, so he didn’t mind barging in. He walked into your room, looking for you. “Y/N?”
“In here!” You called from your bathroom, finishing up your lipstick. He walked over and felt his jaw drop slightly. “What do you think?”
“Uh, um. Yeah! Yeah, you look really good!” He managed to blurt out as your twirled. “Like really good, holy shit. I feel under dressed. And I’m wearing a tie!”
“Oh shut up! You look great, Sti!” You laughed, making him chuckle nervously. “Let me just spray some perfume and we can get going.”
“Sounds good,” Stiles said, looking at the pictures that decorated your walls. He saw one of you and Scott playing in a tree and smiled. You loved to climb as a kid. Everything. You even figured out how to climb up the bricks on the side of your house and would hide away from the boys when they hurt your feelings. There was even a time when Scott said something really hurtful to you and you ran off and climbed up the wall to seclude yourself. Stiles took it upon himself to grab a ladder, climb up, and sit with you until he cheered you up. That was one of the first times he ever felt nervous around you.
“Okay, let’s go!” You smiled, grabbing his wrist and pulling him downstairs. Once you got to the Jeep, he reached your door handle before you got the chance to. You smiled and blushed. “Oh, um thanks. I can open my own doors, you know.”
“I like opening them for you,” He shrugged before closing your door and jogging to his side. This boy sure was sweet. He made it really hard not to catch feelings, but you were dead set on not acting on them. Second choice your ass. “I gotta admit, I’m really nervous about how Scott’s going to act tonight.”
“Yeah, me too..” You responded. “But it’s okay, we’ll keep an eye out on him. If he starts acting crazy, we can just yell COPS and get everyone to scatter.”
“That’s brilliant!” He laughed. “Why didn’t I think of that?”
“Because I’m smarter,” You said simply, earning a scoff from the boy next to you. “You’re just mad because it’s true.”
“Even if it were, I would never admit it,” He laughed. “You know fragile ego, being a man and all.”
You threw your head back in laughter at his reference to a comment you said a few weeks ago. He grinned at the sound of you.
“You will never let that one go, will you?” You looked over at him. He glanced at you before looking back at the road.
“Never,” He confirmed, making you erupt in a fit of giggled again. He spotted Lydia’s street and sighed. Man, how he wished Beacon Hills was a little bigger. It was definitely up and coming but not enough to make the drives last as long as he wanted with you. “Check it out, we’re almost there. It’s almost revolting, the fact that we can get anywhere in this town in less than five or ten minutes.”
“Agreed. We should all apply to college in a big city,” You smiled as Stiles pulled into the big driveway. You reached for your door handle before receiving an ah ah ah from Stiles. He turned off his car and jogged over to your side to open your door. “I don’t know how to feel about this whole let me open every door for you thing.”
“I’ve always done it,” He smiled at the confused look you shot him. “No, seriously! One time, when we were in like the third grade, my mom saw me walk in a door and not hold it open for you. I guess it hit you and you rubbed your arm for the rest of the day. Dude, she yelled at me for like thirty whole minutes, telling me that she didn’t raise me that way. After that, I’ve always held the doors open for you if I could help it.”
“Aww, I never even realized,” You pouted at the sweet story he shared, making him chuckle. “Well, then I guess I’ll let you keep holding my doors open.”
“Thank you,” He smiled, opening the front door of the house to reveal a lively crowd of tipsy teenagers. “Let the party begin.”
You both found a group of his friends and stood around talking until you saw Scott walk in with Allison. After that, you zoned out of the conversation and focused solely on your best friend. He walked into the backyard only to stumble back inside. You grabbed Stiles’ arm, giving him a chest full of butterflies before he realized why you’d done it.
“Yo, Scott, you good?” He asked, reaching out for him. Scott simply walked past the two of you and out to his car. Allison ran past you, and watched as her date drove away. Derek Hale approached her and offered to take her home. “Y/N, hey, are you listening? We gotta follow him!”
“Yeah, okay let go,” You mumbled, feeling a little weird about the adult man taking your new friend home. You ran closely behind Stiles and hopped into his jeep before driving off towards your neighborhood. Once you got to Scott’s house, you both darted into his house and up the stairs. You knocked on the door.
“Go away,” Scott mumbled.
“Scott, it’s us!” Stiles said, opening his door. It was no use since something blocked it from opening it all the way. “Let me in, Scott. I can help.”
“No! Listen, you gotta find Allison-”
“She’s fine, all right? I saw her get a ride from the party. She’s- she’s totally fine, all right?” Stiles interrupted.
“No, I think I know who it is!”
“Just let me in. We can try-”
“It’s Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He’s the one that bit me!” Scott shouted. Stiles looked over at you with wide eyes. “He’s the one who killed the girl in the woods.”
“Scott, Derek’s the one who drove Allison from the party,” You finally spoke up. There was a split moment of silence before Scott slammed and locked the door.
“Scott!?” Stiles shouted before trying to open the door to no avail. He pounded on the door once more in desperation.
“Wait, move over. I can unlock it with a bobby pin,” You said, digging in your purse and pulling one out. You quickly sprang into action, unlocking the door in seconds. You opened the door and ran in to find an empty bedroom. Stiles ran to the bathroom to check of any sign of your friend.
“He’s not in there!” He panicked. You sighed and slid down the wall. “Wait don’t give up, we have to check on Allison!”
He took your hand and pulled you behind him to his car. You directed him to her address and quickly got out to run to her door. You rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer the door.
“Hello,” A woman smiled.
“Hi, Mrs. Argent! I’m a friend of Allison’s. I was wondering if she was home,” You smiled, speaking quick.
“Yeah, she’s home! Come in, come in!” She stepped aside. “Allison!”
You friend appeared from what you assumed was her room, giving you a confused look.
“Oh thank god,” You breathed, putting your hand over your heart. Her mother mirrored her daughter’s face. “I’m sorry for just showing up. I saw Scott leave and then Derek gave you a ride. He gives me a weird vibe so I just wanted to check if you were alright.”
Her mother smiled as you turned around to give Stiles a thumbs up.
“That’s so sweet of you,” Mrs. Argent said as Allison walked down the stairs. “Thank you, uh-”
“Y/N,” You chuckled nervously, holding out your hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Oh, this is Y/N?” She asked her daughter. “I’ve heard a lot about you! It’s so nice to meet you too!”
“Thanks for checking up on me,” Allison pulled you into a hug. “I really appreciate it. I’m a little bummed over the whole Scott thing, but I’ll be okay.”
“Yeah, I don’t think he was feeling well. He has asthma and might’ve forgotten his inhaler or something,” You said. “I really don’t know what happened. I’m so glad you’re okay, though. But, um, it’s pretty late, I just came by to make sure you were home. Derek is just weird. Nothing against him, but it never sat well with me how he just like lingers around town, you know? Anyways, call me if you want to talk about tonight. I should get home, I don’t wanna be out past my curfew.”
“Yeah, of course! Thanks again!” Allison giggled.
“Y/N, you should come by for dinner sometime!” Mrs. Argent said as you walked out of the door she held open for you. “We’d love to have you.”
“Absolutely! I’ll have to bring one of my mom’s famous pies,” You chuckled. “It was so nice meeting you! Sorry again for barging in at this hour.”
You walked out to Stiles’ Jeep that he leaned on.
“She’s okay,” You said making him smile softly as he opened your car door for you. “Thanks.”
“I just wish we could say the same about Scott..” He mumbled as he buckled in. You nodded in agreement. “But, uh, I should probably take you home, huh? It is a little late.”
“Yeah,” You agreed. His shoulders slumped a little at his disappointment. “I mean unless you wanna come over to keep an eye out for Scott? We can pop on a Star Wars movie and make popcorn while we wait.”
He looked at you with wide eyes. You never wanted to watch Star Wars. Ever. Maybe you did like him back.
“Or not,” You mumbled after receiving nothing but silence. “You’re right, it’s pretty late-”
“No, no, no, no! You already said you’d watch Star Wars. You can’t take it back now,” He interrupted, making you laugh. He pulled out of Allison's driveway and made his way to your house.
You spent the rest of the night throwing popcorn at one another, checking to see if Scott's room light was on, and arguing over Stiles' favorite movie until you fell asleep on his shoulder during the second movie.
CHAPTER 3 ->
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OKAY!! Part two is done. Sorry it's so long, I got a little carried away bahaha! Please give me feedback and maybe some ideas for our simps. Also let me know if you’d like to be tagged when I posted Part Three :)
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‘Cruisin’ For a Bruisin’ ‘50s Juke AU
Another one! Had this sitting in a chat with @thedeathdeelers (since she loves this AU so much 😊). Read the other two installments of Soc!Julie and Greaser!Luke here and here! Credit to @lydias--stiles for the rival gang name.
Luke bursts through the school doors, pushing himself to the limit as he rockets through the streets on foot.
He's late. He's so, so late and that means he's dead.
Lessa brought the hammer down after his latest stunt and gave him detention.
On Race Day against the Ghoulies no less.
If he doesn't show, then it’s bye-bye to their turf. Their well-earned block.
The Phantoms may be ruffians- a menace to good ol' fashion American values- but the Ghoulies would straight up wreak havoc on this side of town if given the chance.
They can't let that happen.
In this all-stakes race, he was set to drive the 'Curve, the car he and the boys spent all month fine-tuning. He's the best driver out of all them, so it's his job to protect his crew.
But he failed everybody.
Showing up late is better than not showing up at all. Still on grounds of disqualification, but at least he'll face Dante's dogs like a man.
He makes it to the bridge and finds his friends standing off to the side, watching something far out in the distance. The Ghoulies on the other.
"Boys," he pants, causing everyone to turn to him, wide-eyed, "The warden kept me in. Guarded like it's the state penn. Could you believe it?"
The boys don't say anything, still openly staring at him like he's some anomaly.
Reggie points a shaky finger.
"Y-You're here." he sputters.
Luke nods, "Uh yeah? Late. I know. I gotta settle shit with Dante now and-"
"No, Luke," Alex keeps glancing back at the horizon, panicked, "You're here?!"
"And if you're here..." Bobby leaps, gripping his hair, "Then who's driving the 'Curve?!"
"What?!" Luke explodes.
A piercing vroom riccochets throughout the abandoned bridge. Luke and the Phantoms rush forward, craning their heads just as two vehicles whizz by.
Someone is, in fact, driving the 'Curve. Racing Dante like planned.
And they're winning.
There's no telling who's in there. They're wearing Luke's helmet. How did they get a hold of his helmet? Luke swears he left it with Julie, for safe keeping, and to make sure she comes to the race and-
"Where's Julie?" Luke asks, even though it would be easy picking out the one poodle skirt in the hodgepodge of leather and denim.
Then it dawns on him just as the 'Curve pulls in, cutting off the Ghoulie's Zipline ahead of crossing the finish line.
Their side erupts in cheers. To the Phantoms, it doesn't matter who's under there, all that matters is that they won!
Luke pushes to the front. The turf war be damned. The driver hops out of the 'Curve, just as Dante furiously storms out of his own vehicle. Soon, both sides realize that Luke hadn't been the one driving.
The real Luke unclips the helmet and tears it off the driver's head, unleashing the bountiful curls.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" Luke takes Julie by the arm, shielding her from the likes of the Ghoulies.
Julie vibrates in his hold, beaming at him with an electric smile, breathless, "Did you see that? I won!"
"Yeah! How does it feel to get beaten by a doll?" Reggie jeers at Dante, who's fuming. The rest of the Phantoms join in, except for Luke.
"You could have- geez, Julie you could have spun out there!"
"No, I eased on the turns and punched it on the release. I'm not a total square."
Luke knows that Julie knows how to drive. Hell, she's taught him a few tricks she learned from her mom. But now is not the time to show it off.
Not when her actions have big consequences.
"Julie. Do you have any idea what you just did?" Luke shares a look with the boys, once the celebratory mood wavered. They nod, confirming what he's thinking- what they're all thinking, "You drove. For the Phantoms."
"And kept the block!” Julie rejoices, “Los Feliz is still Phantom territory!”
Luke remains stoic, “You don’t understand...”
"If people had doubts where your loyalty lies, they know now" Alex joins in.
It takes Julie a total of five seconds to realize what they’re talking about.
Her face drops. She looks to each of the boys, her eyes begging for them to tell her otherwise, "No.”
Luke grimaces, "You're a Phantom now, babe."
Her bronze complexion pales at the bombshell, "W-Wait, no. I'm not- I only did it because you would have had to forfeit-"
"The rules are a person from each gang races," Willie, a Ghoulie, declares, "And if you want the win to be binding... that girl better be a Phantom."
Julie spins around, everyone's stares piercing and probing, and she buries herself into Luke, "Please tell me it's not true."
Luke sighs, wishing that this didn't have to happen, "People saw you driving for us. They already think you're one of us. Sorry. Rules are rules."
"But I can't be in a gang!" Julie whispers, fearful, "My dad's gonna kill me."
“So you recruiting Soc’s now?” Dante darts forward, getting wound up, “That can’t count-!”
Willie grabs the guy’s collar, stopping him, “Man, you know whose kid she is? She’s not all Soc,” The long-haired Ghoulie looks at Julie, “Right?”
“She doesn’t have to answer to you” Alex stands in front of her, the rest of the Phantoms follow, already shouting insults at the rival gang.
Sensing the beginning of a rumble, Luke ushers Julie into the car. He slides into the drivers' seat, peeling out just as the two gangs are beginning to fight.
The whole ride was silent and tense. At one point Julie had shed his jacket, staring at the Phantom decal on the back, thinking.
'Might as well keep it', Luke thinks to himself. It's her crest just as much as his now.
He doesn’t say it out loud.
They pull up in front of her house, and unlike the other times, there’s a car already in the driveway. Her dad is already home.
“What’s gonna happen now?” Julie whispers.
Luke’s hands hover over her, his brain running a mile a minute, “We'll figure this out. Come to some agreement with Trevor? Shit, he’s probably heard about the race by now. Maybe he could let you leave the gang if we asked-”
“What if he doesn’t?”
“Don’t say that.”
Julie faces him, “It does seem poetic in a way, doesn't it? Mom had been one of you back in the day before trading it all away for a cushy life in the nicer part of town. It all comes full circle, I guess.”
He couldn’t tell if she’s serious or ecstatic. Her statement only held an air of acceptance, nothing else.
“Julie, let’s think about this.”
“What do you think?”
What does he think? A part of Luke, a really honest part of him, wants to say that Julie's always meant to be a Phantom.
Maybe it's the part of him that wants them to go the distance.
Sure be easier to date another Phantom than a Soc...
But this kind of life? For someone like Julie? She was built tough. She could pull off being a Greaser.
He knows she’s capable of more.
“I think... your dad’s gonna kill me,” he settles, reminding her of the situation at hand.
Switching off the car, Luke pockets the keys and exits the car.
He’s not gonna leave Julie to the mercy of her father. Whether or not his presence would make things worse, it’s his fault Julie got into this mess, for getting her so involved with the Phantoms despite every warning.
Julie takes a deep breath and follows, slamming the side door shut behind her.
“Let’s get this over with. Face the music and all. ” She grabs Luke by the hand and, together, they walk to her front door. “’Now or never’, right?”
Luke catches the slight smile on her face while she recited the Phantom mantra.
“Yeah,” He gives her hand a squeeze, as she opens the door, “Now or never...”
Tagging: @blush-and-books @lydias–stiles @smolfangirl @echocharm17618 @thedeathdeelers @lukepattersun @ourstarscollided @missjoolee @story-courty @heademptynothoughts
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hii i love ur writings! can i request an imagine where the reader is allison’s cousin who moved to beacon hills and stiles has heart eyes on her since the first time he saw her? thank you!
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you roamed the halls of your new school, searching for your locker. 1108 was the number you were looking for, and when you found it, you let out a relieved sigh. you looked at the paper in your hand at the combination of 18 - 24 - 10, hanging your backpack on the hook inside.
moving halfway across the country to california wasn’t on your agenda for the year. you had to leave your friends, your house, and everything else for “your protection”, which you knew was bullshit.
being an argent, you knew moving was always something you’d have to do. when things got complicated or you and your mom became targets, your dad would pack up all of your belongings and drag all of you to somewhere far from where you were.
this time, it was beacon hills. but this time, it wasn’t just you and your parents. it was the three of you and your uncle chris, aunt victoria, and cousin allison. you were close with allison, and she offered to eat lunch with you every day until you made some friends.
you hadn’t even been at your locker for a full minute before you felt a pair of eyes on you. you looked to your right and didn’t see anyone looking at you, but when you looked to your left, you spotted a boy standing at his locker, staring right at you.
he had a buzzcut, and he was cute. he had his backpack thrown over one shoulder, and he was wearing a flannel, jeans, and a pair of converse. he looked kind.
when you noticed him, he got nervous, his body stiffening. he gave you an awkward smile before quickly closing his locker and shuffling away, meeting a friend at the end of the hall.
you chuckled to yourself and stared down at your schedule, seeing you had biology first period.
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you sat on the bleachers during your free period, the sunlight making the cool air more bearable. the lacrosse team was doing try-outs, and the boy from earlier was there, although he was on the bench.
you were sat next to allison and her new friend lydia, who made it very clear that she was dating the team captain, jackson.
“who is that?” allison asked, looking at the goalie.
“him? i’m not sure who he is. why?”
as if he could hear them, he looked your direction.
“he’s in my english class.”
ignoring their conversation, your eyes shifted back over to the one with the buzzcut. you’d heard the coach call him ‘stilinski’, but you still weren’t sure of his first name. he groaned as his friend hit the ground after being struck in the face with a ball.
as he began catching the balls, cheers of ‘yeah!’ and ‘woo-hoo!’ left stilinski’s mouth, and he jumped to his feet when he caught jackson’s shot.
he looked around and yelled loudly, “that’s my friend!”
you laughed as everyone cheered, meeting his eye contact.
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you stood outside the boys’ locker room, waiting for the kid who you knew only by ‘stilinski’. it took a few minutes, but eventually he stepped out, freezing in place when he saw you.
“oh, hey,” he said nervously.
“hey.” you smiled softly and gripped the straps of your backpack. “your friend did good out there.”
he nodded. “yeah, i think even he was surprised.”
a couple of seconds of silence went by before you spoke again. “y/n.”
“stiles.”
“can i ask why you were staring at me earlier?”
his eyebrows raised and his mouth opened as he tried to think of something to say. “uh... i... i didn’t recognize you, i was trying to figure out if you were new.”
“yeah, i am. i just moved here.”
“oh, where from?”
“south dakota. my dad packed us up and moved us here last night.”
“i could give you a tour of the school. i mean, if you want to.”
you broke the eye contact and chuckled to yourself. “i think i’m okay. thanks though.” the bell rang and you looked at the stairs to your right. “i should get going. i’ll see you around, stiles.”
as you walked off, he shouted after you, “are you sure you don’t want that tour?”
“i’m sure,” you responded, not looking back so you could conceal your smile.
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you stepped into your last class, where you immediately spotted stiles. he was scrambling to finish his homework, an extra pencil stuck out both sides of his mouth.
you chuckled to yourself and walked over, sliding into the seat right next to him.
“oh, hey,” he said, pulling the pencil out of his mouth.
“did you forget to do the homework?”
he nodded. “i got busy last night.”
you reached over and grabbed his paper, which was full of math problems, all of his answers wrong.
“what’s your grade in here?”
“bad,” he stated simply, which made you laugh.
“i can tell. all your answers are wrong.”
he groaned. “do you know how to do them?”
“yeah, i got an a in this class last year. i have to repeat it because i’m new.”
he lit up, adjusting his posture. “well, maybe you could... tutor me.”
you looked at him. “tutor you?”
“mhm.”
“now why would i do that?” you asked sarcastically.
“i don’t really want to repeat this class.”
you nodded. “alright. we can study in the library after school.”
his eyes went wide, almost as if he didn’t expect you to say yes. “wait, seriously? you’ll help me?”
“why not?”
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“and just multiply the x by two and you’re done.”
he wrote down the answer, still visibly confused. “um... okay.”
“you still don’t understand, do you?” he reluctantly shook his head. “that’s okay. it’s the beginning of the year, i think you’ll be fine.”
he leaned back in his chair and checked the time on his phone. that was when both of you realized it had gotten dark outside.
“shit,” you said to yourself, pulling your phone out of your pocket to see texts from both of your parents asking where you were. “i have to go home.”
you gathered your books in a hurry and shoved them into your backpack, stiles doing the same. he followed you back out into the hallway, walking quickly beside you.
“are your parents overprotective?” he asked, making conversation.
“god, you have no idea.” when you got out to the parking lot, he stopped you. “i really need to get home.”
“i just... i liked hanging out with you. even if we were doing math.”
you smiled. “i liked hanging out with you, too.”
just then, your phone rang again. you looked at the screen to see ‘dad’ displayed across the top.
“hello?” you asked, lifting the phone to your ear.
“where the hell are you? i called and texted you a thousand times.”
“i’m sorry, i was tutoring a friend. i’m on my way home.”
“we’ll talk more when you get here.”
the line clicked, making you roll your eyes.
“i have to go. i’m sorry. i’ll see you tomorrow?”
you pushed yourself on your toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek, making him go red.
“uh, yeah, tomorrow. yeah. tuesday. school.”
you laughed at his awkwardness. “bye, stiles.”
he gave you a goofy smirk and waved.
you may have just spent hours with him, but you planned on hanging out even more in the weeks to follow.
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Arguments and Insecurities | s.s
pairing : stiles stilinski x reader
summary : when stiles starts paying more attention to lydia then his partner, there's an argument.
warnings : angst
The amount of time that I’ve been spending with my boyfriend, has got extremely low. I didn’t want to make a big deal of it, but it had started to make my confidence deteriorate. I walked into Stiles’ room, where he stood pacing on the phone, with who i could assume was Lydia Martin. His time with her had doubled in the past month, it made me think perhaps he wasn’t in love with me, anymore.
“Was that Lydia?” I asked, as i plopped down onto the bed. “Yeah, She was asking about pack night tomorrow.” I nodded, as I sucked my teeth, the noise loud in the seemingly quiet room. He looked at me, with a confused glare. “Why are you so Jealous?” he asked, I couldn’t decipher his emotions about the situation.
“Jealous!? Because I want to spend time with you? Or did you forget that you’re dating me and not Lydia Martin.” The words came out of my mouth, like it disgusted me and in all honesty I didn't mean for it to come out like that, and it made me feel sort of guilty.
“So, you’re jealous and insecure, so you’re gonna act like it’s my fault. God, (Y/n), not everything is about you.” Stiles blurted out, tears pricked my eyes, and I grabbed my bag and walk out of the door. By the time, I had gotten to my car, tears were cascading down my face. I drove in silence to my house, Where I walked into the building, Hiccuping from the sobs.
Stiles and I never fought, and even when we did, it was never this bad. I just loved him, why couldn’t he understand that? Maybe he’s cheating on me? No, it was Stiles, he would never do that. I’m just being stupid, trying to make something all about me. Perhaps he’s falling out of love with me?
It was about fifteen minutes of me, sitting in the middle of my bed, surrounded by pillows and blankets. When my phone rang, the familiar Batman theme played throughout the otherwise quiet room. I didn’t have to look to know it was him.
“Hello?” I answered, trying not to sound as beat up as I was. “(Y/n), Listen. I-” Before he could apologize or say whatever he was gonna say, I cut him off. “I need some time, just uh leave me alone. I'll call soon, Bye.” I hung up before he could change my mind.
Over the course of two weeks, I hadn’t talked to Stiles, It wasn’t even that I was still hurt by the argument, I just couldn’t bare to talk to him, because what if he broke up with me? That would break me, and I couldn’t bring myself to talk to him. Stiles hadn’t really tried to talk to me, his pride usually too big for him to swallow, I wasn’t all that surprised.
There was a knock on my bedroom door, I just assumed it was my mom checking up on me once again. “Mom! I’m fine, i just wanna watch TV, Geez!” I sighed, loudy. “Not your mom.” Stiles’ gentle voice came through, as he walked through, softly closing the door behind him.
“(Y/n), I’m worried. You’ve avoided my calls and the packs.” I peered up at him, as he spoke, then he sat down on the bed. “Stiles, really, I’m fine. “ He ran a hand through his hair, irritated.
“Stop pretending You’re okay! I know you’re not.” He said getting slightly angry with me, “You want me to stop pretending? Okay! I’m so fucking afraid that you’re gonna leave me, and I love you so much! You spend so much time with everyone who isn’t me and I’m scared! I don’t know what’s going on, but I miss you! Then you acted like i was being stupid and shit, and It fucking hurt! Okay?” My lip started quivering, my emotions trying to flow freely.
“(y/n),” He paused, he was being so gentle, he took my hands in his,” I’m sorry, you felt that way. I never meant to hurt you, I love you. How about next time you tell me when it starts okay? You know I get so caught up in pack affairs, Just, god. Please come home, i miss you.” His voice was getting softer, and I thought he might cry. He pulled me into a hug, and we just sat like that for awhile, before eventually we fell asleep on my bed.
When I woke up, it was 5 o’clock and I was starving. There was tear stains on Stiles’ shirt, and he had his hands wrapped around me, as if he were equally scared I was gonna leave. I gently shook his shoulder, trying to wake him up. “Just five more minutes.” He said sleepily, Something I had missed while we were apart.
“Come on, Sti. Let’s get dinner, I’m hungry.” He just groaned in response. “Sti.” I whined, he finally gave up and sat up, his hair in every direction, i giggled and he pressed a kiss to my lips. Something, I was sure both of us missed.
“Let’s go get burgers.”
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