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ilovewriting06 · 4 months

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Hello I have a question do you do requests if you can you do one of Chris Argent is dating Lydia's older sister of 23 years old and they are in the woods standing guard and form one moment to the next they are having a smut moment ( if you do ) and she finds out she is pregnant

Loveeeee the idea, I tried my best lol. Lydia’s sister is human but knows about the supernatural and she’s going to college to become a lawyer. In this Y/N is 23 and Chris is 38, so there is a 15 year age gap.

I hope you enjoy it Anon!!

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The darkness of night settles on the woods leaving the only light to be provided by the full moon and the stars that are breaking through the trees. The only noise is the occasional chittering squirrels and a few different birds squawking and if you focus the calm even breaths of two different people.

“So, why exactly are we standing around in the middle of the woods together?”

Chris looks at me and raises an eyebrow, "To stand guard incase that omega comes back through the territory."

I snort, "I know that part. I meant, why are we out here together? I didn't think you liked me. You always avoid me so I'm just a little surprised you would willingly spend time with me."

His ever-present frown deepens as he takes a few steps coming closer to me with each one, "Y/N, I don't dislike you, it's just that you, well, it's a little complicated to explain."

I cross my arms and raise and eyebrow, "Are you telling me I made the, Chris Argent speechless?"

The corner of his lip ticks up just a little before falling back into his frown, "No, I just don't think you'd appreciate what I have to say, or understand it."

I furrow my eyebrows and shrug, "Lay it on me, I'm on my last year of law school, I think I have a pretty good understanding. That and I don't know what on earth you could say that I wouldn't 'appreciate' as you like to say." I put air quotes around appreciate before sending a small smile his way hoping he'd finally tell me why he treats me like the plague 98% of the time.

He closes his eyes and looks up to the sky deciding whether to speak before he finally looks at me, "You make me feel things I shouldn't feel for a 23 year old kid, things I haven't felt since my wife died, and even then it wasn't this strong."

My eyes widen in surprise because out of a thousand and one theories I had, that never once crossed my mind, but I'm not mad about it, I've liked Chris ever since I met him but I didn't think he would ever feel the same way.

I swallow around the lump in my throat trying to stutter out a response, "Oh-okay, well, that was not one of my theories. I'm not mad about it though, other than the part where you called me a kid."

Much like mine did, his eyes widen before he speaks, "You shouldn't be okay with this and to me you are a kid, you're fifteen years younger than me. You're only six years older than my daughter. It's wrong on so many levels."

I take a step closer to him until I'm only about a foot away from him before softly speaking, "What if I don't mind? What if I told you I felt the same way? What if I don't care about the age gap?"

"That doesn't change the fact that I'm fifteen years older than you. So many people would have problems with it."

"Maybe people would have issues with it, but why does it matter to us. I'm 23, I'm old enough to make my own decisions and I know what I want, and I want you."

In the blink of an eye my back is pushed against the bark of a tree as Chris's arms cage me in with a hand on either side of my head. My breath catches in my throat as I look into his lust blown eyes as he whispers, "This is your last chance to walk away. One last time to change your mind. I don't walk away from these things, Y/N. I'm all in and you need to decide if that's what you want."

I let out a small noise as I arch my back to rub against him, "I want it, god I want it."

Without another thought lips are pressed to mine and I'm pushed farther into the tree. I moan when his hands dig into my hips pulling me impossibly closer to him as I wrap my arms around his neck. We separate only when we need to breathe and even then his mouth continues planting little kisses across my jaw and down my neck until he hits the sweet spot on the juncture of my neck.

"F-fuck!"

I can feel him smile against my sweet spot before he gently bites, careful not to leave any marks but hard enough that I could feel it.

I throw my head back against the tree and cup the back of his head with my hand as his hands find their way under my shirt and up my ribcage, "Can I take it off?"

I hum as I nod, "Mhmm, take whatever you want off. This is me giving consent for you to do whatever the hell you want from here on out."

Like that snapped something in him our clothes start disappearing and before long we were both naked with one of my legs hitched around his waist as our tongues fight for dominance.

The hand that isn't holding my thigh against his hip is slowly getting lower and closer to where I crave him. I whine and wiggle, "Chris, please."

His mouth, which is now on my collarbone hums against my skin as his deep gravely voice speaks, "What do you want, Baby?"

I grab a handful of his hair and tug him back to look at me before half begging and half demanding, "Fuck me. I want it. I want you and the thought of you inside me is causing me to fucking drip, so please, please, please, fuck me."

He growls before kicking my right leg, the one not wrapped around his waist, so that he had easier access to my core. I shiver as a cool breeze blows against the sensitive area before shuddering as his cock brushes my clit, "H-holy s-sh-shit."

I'm not usually this sensitive but unlike my sister I haven't had sex for over a year. Luckily she's only sleeping with one guy and I have a feeling this one's gonna last a long, long time. God bless, Stiles, he must have the patience of a saint for dealing with her.

My thoughts are quickly brought back to the here and now when Chris thrusts into me with little to no warning. I let out a cross between a whine and a moan as he hits my g spot on the third thrust. He smirks as he brushes my hair out of my face, "There it is. Come on pretty girl, sing for me." He enunciates his words with a hard thrust that has me moaning for him.

I whine and dig my nails into his shoulders as he groans, "Fuck, this is better than I ever could have imagined. How long you gonna last, Sweetheart? I can't imagine it's too long, you're already quivering."

I whimper and squeeze around him earning a delicious sounding moan from his lips. I surge forward and kiss him before pulling back just enough to whisper, "So close, feels 's good."

He smirks before pulling me back into a heated kiss never slowing his thrusts. Just when I thought I couldn't feel anymore pleasure there's suddenly a thumb tracing figure eights on my clit eliciting a gasping moan as my manicured nails drag down from his shoulders to his biceps leaving behind red lines with little specks of blood along his skin.

He pulls back from the kiss and manages to get out a question around his heavy breaths, "Where do you want me?"

I pull him closer and pant, "In-inside, on, on the pill. Mm, fuck, I'm so close."

He grabs my other leg around the thigh before hoisting me up to completely wrap around him. When my back slams back into the tree I can barely register the pain because it feels like his thrusts got ten times deeper and he's kissing my cervix with his cock just enough to send pleasure coursing through my veins.

I throw my head against the tree as my legs start to shake, "C-Chris, I'm c-cumming."

The pressure on my clit increases as his dick twitches, "Come on Baby, cum for me."

I open my mouth in a silent scream as my orgasm crashes over me followed by Chris'. He rides us through our highs before his thrusts stop and he leans his forehead against my shoulder. As I'm coming back to earth I notice a flash of two blue eyes in the distance.

My breath catches in my throat and Chris looks at me in worry but I gently whisper, "Omega, behind you in the bushes." His eyes widen as he processes what I said before he slowly and gently pulls out of me and sets my feet on the ground. Once he's sure I can stand on my own he slowly bends down to pick up the pistol with wolfsbane bullets that he laid by the tree.

It all happens in a blur one minute Chris is picking up his gun, the next I'm yelling at him because the omega is running at him, and then there's a gunshot followed by the unmistakable growl of a wolf before his body hits the ground with a dull thud.

He turns and runs to me gently grabbing my arms, "Are you okay?"

I turn to him and give him a quick kiss, "I'm perfect. Coulda done without the bloodthirsty omega but other than that, it was perfect."

He pulls back with a chuckle and kisses my cheek, "God, you're the perfect woman. Come on let's get dressed before I call Scott."

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It's been about a month since the night in the woods with Chris and we've been seeing each other ever since. I don't head back to college for another month so we decided we would wait for a little bit and see if it's going to go anywhere before we tell anybody.

Lydia being Lydia and a nosy little sister figured out I was seeing someone within a week and has been trying to figure it out on her own. Luckily, Stiles, who I'm seriously contemplating replacing Lydia with, has taken on the role of distracting Lydia to get her off my back.

However, he can't always be around which led to the stare down currently happening in my bedroom, "Lyds, just drop it already. I'm not telling you."

She narrows her eyes and stomps her foot like a toddler, "Why not? I'm your sister, you're supposed to give me these details. I told you about Jackson, and Aiden, and that one other dude, and then Stiles."

I roll my eyes before scoffing, "I also remember telling you when you started dating Jackson, Aiden, and that one other dude, that it wouldn't work and you were going to marry Stiles. And look where you are now. Also, he is such a sweet sarcastic boy isn't he. You know you should really go call him, maybe fight over baby names again, see if you can get him to cave and name your first son Jasper."

She blushes at the mention of marrying Stiles and turns a darker shade of red at the mention of baby names, "You heard that?"

I nod once and smirk, "I'm just saying, you could do a lot worse, sometimes I contemplate replacing you with him but that's because he doesn't stick his nose in my business."

She huffs and rolls her eyes, "Fine, if you want to get brutally murdered by some stranger or get a raging STD you go ahead, see if I care."

I stand and gently yet forcefully push her out the door, "Goodbye, Lydia. Thanks for stopping by but go back to your room and text Stiles or something."

She huffs, "Whatever, maybe I'll just call Allison and see if she wants to hang out or something."

I stiffen at the mention of my boyfriend's daughter before nodding, "Uh, y-yeah, you do that I'm gonna go down and make lunch."

Not even ten minutes later Lydia comes prancing down the stairs and stops abruptly when she sees me, "What the hell is that?"

I look down at the island before looking back up and shrugging, "Peanut butter and pickle sandwich."

Her mouth drops, "Haven't you been throwing up the last couple days? Why the hell would you eat pickles and peanut butter together?"

I shrug before taking a bite, "I feel better."

She blinks and then squeaks, "You don't even like pickles and you aren't a huge fan of peanut butter either. Are you sure you're okay?"

I wave her off before walking towards the couch to watch Spongebob, "I'm fine. I assume you're going out with Allison so be careful and have fun."

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Lydia's POV

"Allison I swear she's being all secretive and it's weird."

Allison shrugs before taking a sip of her sweet tea, "Maybe she really likes the dude and wants to see if it's serious before she says anything, or maybe she's just having a summer fling and doesn't see why she should tell you."

I shake my head and set my fork down, "No, you don't get it. Ever since I was little we were always open and honest with each other, she has always told me about boyfriends, and hookups, one night stands, or summer flings. It just isn't like her. What if he's a criminal or like a pedophile or something?"

Allison roles her eyes before patting my hand in a reassuring manner, "Relax, I highly doubt she's dating a pedophile, more than likely she's probably dating someone older and doesn't want to say anything because she's worried you and everyone else won't approve."

I perk up and smile, "Yeah, yeah that makes sense. That definitely sounds like something Y/N/N would do." I frown as a thought hits me, "Why would she be worried I wouldn't approve? She could be dating a 50 year old and I wouldn't care as long as he treated her right and she was happy."

Allison just shrugs before digging back into her cheeseburger.

As Allison and I are walking around the mall I stop walking when I see a woman that looks similar to Y/N except her hair is a different color, but that isn't what caught my attention, the huge baby bump is. "Oh my god."

Allison stops and lays her hand on my shoulder, "Lydia, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

I tear my eyes off the baby bump before looking at Allison, "Yeah, I just realized that Y/N/N hasn't been feeling good so I was gonna make a stop for her. Do you mind if I go ahead and leave. I feel bad leaving her when she's sick, she was always there for me so I feel it's only fair that I'm there in case she needs something."

Allison smiles and nods, "Yeah, go ahead. Let me know when you get home."

I promise I'll text her before rushing out of the mall and to the small drugstore not far from the house. As I stand looking at all the options they offer for pregnancy tests I huff before grabbing two different kinds just to be sure.

As I'm paying for them the cashier is giving me a once over and I roll my eyes, "They aren't mine, I think my sister might need them. Trust me, no baby for me until after I graduate." She nods and then rings me up before she finally speaks, "Don't know what news your sister wants but I hope she gets the result she wants."

I smile and thank her before speeding home deciding if I get pulled over I'd pull the whole 'do you know who my boyfriend is' card and get out of a speeding ticket.

When I get home I barge into her room holding the bag from the drugstore scaring Y/N. She's on the phone but she hurriedly whispers to the other person on the phone before hanging up.

I throw the bag at her and bite my lip a little nervous, "I think it might be a good idea if you used them."

She tilts her head before looking in the bag and her eyes widen more than I thought possible.

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Y/N's POV

I jump as Lydia bursts through the door before quickly ending the call with Chris. When I look up I get ready to ask her what the hell she's doing when a white bag gets thrown at me.

I look in the bag and feel my eyes widen and my stomach become queasy because, holy shit the symptoms fit, and then holy shit my sister just bought me pregnancy tests and she was with...oh my god, "Did you buy these with Allison?!"

She shakes her head before sitting on the edge of the bed, "No, no of course not. I figured you wouldn't want anyone to know so I ditched her a little earlier than planned telling her you weren't feeling well before stopping at the drug store for you."

I breathe a little easier before realization sets in that I could be pregnant with my little sister's, best friend's father's baby. "Oh god, this wasn't the plan. This wasn't supposed to happen. FUCK!"

Lydia jumps a little before laying her hand on my leg, "Hey, it's okay, no matter what the results are I'll support you either way." I nod before asking, "Will...will you stay with me?"

She smiles and nods before pulling me towards the bathroom while i carry the bag in a death grip, "Go ahead and do your thing and I'll wait here for you to be done."

After I come out of the bathroom my hands are shaking and my palms are sweaty because somehow, deep down, I know what the results are and it terrifies me yet excites me and I feel guilty for feeling excited.

Lydia stops my pacing and pulls me into a hug and we stand like that until the timer on her phone goes off. She pulls away from the hug before looking at me, "Do you want me to look at them first or do you want to do it?"

"I-I'll do it, just, can-can you stand with me?"

"Of course."

I take a deep breath grabbing one of the tests in each hand before flipping them over revealing with one revealing a plus sign and a line and the other showcasing the blaring word that reads 'Pregnant.'

I clutch them to my chest before sliding down the wall as I feel sobs start to wrack my chest. Within seconds there's a small hand on my shoulder before a head of red hair is laying on my shoulder as Lydia tries to calm me.

After I've calmed down and we're just sitting in silence I whisper, "How am I supposed to tell him?"

I feel Lydia shift so she's leaning across the sink to look at me, "I don't know. Who is he?"

At her words I feel my tears starting anew, "You're gonna hate me. Oh god, this wasn't supposed to happen like this."

She rubs a hand on my shin as she speaks, "I'm not going to hate you unless you're sleeping with my boyfriend but I know you view him as your little brother so it would be like incest."

I scrunch up my nose and let out a small chuckle before I look down and whisper, "Chris."

And just like that Lydia's touch is gone and she's staring at me with a slack jaw and wide eyes, "C-Chris? Allison's dad Chris?!"

The tears start overflowing again as I nod, "I swear he's not just a hookup." I hiccup as Lydia scrambles to her feet and walks out of the room, "I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, it wasn't supposed to go like this."

Realizing Lydia left the room the tears fall harder and the sobs come out quicker and slowly get louder before I can't breathe. I don't process what's going on until I feel someone kneel in front of me and hands cup my cheeks wiping away the tears, "Hey, it's okay, I'm not mad, I promise I'm not mad come on Y/N/N, calm down for me."

I lean into the touch as my breathing turns back to normal and my vision clears I notice that Lydia is kneeling in between my legs with a box of tissues by her knee. After a few seconds my breathing's back to normal and I'm blowing my nose with one of the tissues.

"I'm sorry Lydia. I'm sorry for lying to you and then losing my shit like that."

She shakes her head so hard her hair flies in her face, "No, don't apologize, I'm sorry. I overreacted and I shouldn't have walked away like that. I should have told you I'd be back but I was a little mad and figured a small walk to grab tissues would help me calm down and I realized something, you know what that was?"

I shake my head and she smiles, "I realized that you've been through everything with me, you've sacrificed your happiness for me time and time again. When Mom and Dad were fighting you'd always comfort me and have this brilliant idea to listen to these cool new songs you just found or have a movie marathon so I wouldn't hear them screaming. When it was really bad and you couldn't shut them out anymore you got in between them so that they'd stop. You helped me study for school so I could get good grades and you wouldn't leave for college until I gave you permission and told you that I'd be okay. You love me and you'd give everything up for me and the one time you really needed me I walked away. So, I'm not mad and I'm happy for you because the last few weeks you've been happier than I've ever seen you and it would be wrong of me to take that away from you. I'm sorry and I love you."

I sniffle and pull her into a hug, "I love you too Little Red."

She pulls away and has a dreamy smile on her face, "I call Stiles, Little Red a lot because he runs with the wolves and he always wears this red hoodie, which is like literal magic. It's so soft and it smells like him and it may be my favorite thing ever."

I snort and ruffle her hair, "You're down bad little sis."

She shrugs with a lovesick smile, "And so are you."

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As the minutes tick by Lydia and I don't move from the bathroom floor as I try and process everything. "I don't know how, I'm on birth control."

Lydia hums before asking, "You remember my friend Violet from middle school?"

I nod before Lydia continues, "Well, last year she got pregnant and I know she was on birth control because she had an alarm set for it so she wouldn't miss a dose. When she found out she was pregnant she freaked out and came to me crying because she didn't understand how she could get pregnant because they were so careful. Sometimes birth control doesn't work but if you're keeping the baby I would stop taking it."

I frown, "Wow. I hope she's okay, I really liked Violet, she was a sweet girl."

Lydia nods with a smile grabbing her phone off the sink before scrolling through it and turning it around to me. There was a picture of a smiling Violet holding a baby that looked to be a few months old and in the picture was a boy with dark hair and eyes that matched the baby’s.

Lydia chuckles, "Everything worked out in the end, her and James got married a few months after she found out she was pregnant because her parents and James's parents pretty much disowned them. She was a little upset about it but they got married and moved to New York to live with her grandparents, which are ecstatic to have another little girl to spoil."

I smile and hand the phone back to Lydia, "I want the baby, but I don't know what Chris will say. What if he doesn't want it, what if he's mad at me."

Lydia turns her phone off before setting it on the floor, "Y/N, everything will work out in the end. Just like Violet the beginning will probably be a little rough but in the end you'll be happy."

I let out a deep breath, "Yeah, but what if I don't get the happy ending? My luck I'll get stuck with the crappy ending where everyone hates me and it's just me and the baby."

Lydia snorts before grabbing my hand, "That's not gonna happen, you're going to get a happy ending because you deserve one."

I smile and lay my head on her shoulder before sighing, "I think I'll tell him tonight, just so I can get it over with."

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I put the car in park outside of Chris and Allison's apartment before taking a deep breath, "You can do this Y/N, just calm down."

I take my keys out of the ignition and shove into my purse that also holds the two pregnancy tests, before getting out of the car and walking into the apartment building.

I knock on the door while maintaining a death grip on the strap of my purse before taking a deep breath to prepare myself as I hear footsteps walking towards the door. When the door opens I come face to face with a surprised Allison, “Oh, hi, Y/N! Lydia told me you weren’t feeling well.”

A small yet genuine smile tugs as my lips as I reply, “Oh you know Lydia, she’s overprotective. I have been sick but I’m feeling a little better now. But, uh, I actually came by to talk to your dad about something important, is he here?” I know the answer to the question because I got off the phone with him about an hour ago and he was about to get in the shower then so I know he hasn’t went anywhere.

Allison opens the door a little wider looking a bit worried before stepping to the side, “Yeah, yeah come in. Is this something that is life threatening or just something else?” I lick my lips before forcing a smile, “Oh no, Ally it’s just something else, nothing supernatural right now.”

She nods and leads me into the living room before going down the hall to knock on Chris’s bedroom door, a bedroom door that I have been through more times than I can count and pinned against almost as much. “Hey dad, can you come out here, someone’s here to talk to you?”

There’s a muffled response before the door swings open to reveal Chris dressed in grey sweatpants and a grey t shirt. When he follows Allison into the room he stops and his eyes widen slightly at the sight of me standing in the middle of the living room, no doubt looking like an emotional wreck. “Y/N? I wasn’t expecting you, is everything okay?”

I force a smile and a nod before speaking, “Uh, yeah I hope so. Can we talk, privately, please?”

He ushers me to his office as Allison resumes watching whatever tv show I interrupted her from with my arrival. Chris closed the door and locks it for safe measure before turning to me, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve been through hell.”

I sniffle before apologizing as tears well in my eyes, “I am so, so sorry. I swear I never meant for this to happen, please don’t hate me. Don’t leave me.”

He takes two giant steps forwards before gently grabbing my arms, “Hey, hey, it’s okay, relax. I’m not going to hate you, there’s nothing you could say or do that could make me hate you. Now, deep breaths and then tell me what’s wrong.”

I do as he says and take a deep breath before stepping out of his grasp. I set my purse on the desk so I can dig through it easier before grabbing the two little white sticks that have brought me more emotions in an hour than anything else ever has. With shaky hands I pull them out before walking back over to Chris and handing them to him.

He takes them with confusion on his face before he looks away from my eyes to actually look at them. The moment he realizes what he’s looking at his eyes widen and his hand tightens around the sticks turning his knuckles white.

There’s a beat of silence followed by another before I whisper, “Say something...please.” I can’t stop the tears and emotions from altering my voice as I speak but it seems like it got his attention.

For the first time in what feels like hours, he looks up at me and I can see the start of tears in his eyes. He clears his throat and shifts slightly, “I thought, how? It was only the one time we didn’t...” He doesn’t have to finish what he’s saying because I know what he’s thinking, it was only the time in the woods that we didn’t use protection.

“I know, I’m on birth control, well, I was. I don’t want to hurt the baby so I’m going to stop taking it, but I don’t understand how it happened either.”

There’s more silence before I swallow, “Chris.” He looks at me expectantly so I continue, “I-I, I want to keep it. I don’t know what you want but I’ve always imagined having kids, and although it was never supposed to happen like this I can’t just get rid of them. It’s my child, hell, it’s yours too, but if you ask me to-to get rid of it, I can’t and I won’t.”

His eyes widen and he steps closer so he cup my face with his empty hand, “No, no, I want it too, I want you. I’d be an idiot to get rid of you, and I've always wanted more kids.”

My eyebrows furrow in question because I remember having a conversation with him one night after dinner where he told me that they never tried for other kids after Allison. He seems to pick up on my confusion because he reaches around me to drop the tests back in my purse before pulling me closer to him, “Victoria was the one who didn’t want anymore kids. I however always wanted a big family. A nice house with four or five kids running around, maybe even more, but after Allison was born and Victoria decided she didn’t want anymore kids I thought that I’d never have more kids. Then the craziest thing happened, I met this woman, this strong, beautiful, intelligent woman and it felt like I was given a second chance, and now she’s standing in front of me telling me she’s having my baby.”

I blush as happy tears flow down my face but my heart explodes at his next words, “And I swear to god and any other higher power there might be, that I have never been more in love than I am right now.”

My heart stutters and my stomach fills with a thousand butterflies as I smile and lean into his embrace even more before I respond, “I’ve never been more in love than I am right now either. I want it all with you Chris, the big house and a bunch of kids, I’d love to give you what you’ve always dreamed of.”

He brushes his nose against mine as he whispers, “Baby, you already have.”

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A/N...again: I'm thinking about writing a part two where they tell Allison and maybe even small little milestones of Y/N's pregnancy so let me know if you want a part 2!

#teen wolf #chris argent #chris argent x reader #chris argent x reader smut #lydia martin #allison argent #stiles stilinski #pregnant reader #jr bourne

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gremlinbabe · 1 year

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The only reaction I want to Stiles finding out about Derek’s death:

If it doesn’t end with Stiles saving Derek from Bardo after he’s set the entirety of Beacon Hills on fire I don’t want it.

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nightingale2004 · 4 months

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Can all my Teen wolf and sterek people gather around real quick.

So what if Scott's pack and Derek all accidentally traveled back in time to when their parents went to school in Beacon Hills.

Now here's my version of this.

Claudia and Talia are soul sister besties. Claudia was just like Stiles, hyperactive, a spaz, short attention span, adhd, etc (also a freaking spark). Talia, was this cool werewolf future alpha girl with a hyperactive puppy for a best friend. (They would totally gossip and talk about Lydia's mom behind her back)

Noah (Stiles dad) was a loner. He was awkward. Couldn't talk to a woman to save his life (Claudia obviously made the first move). He was more invested in criminal law and mysteries.

Marissa (Scott's mom) was in her own corner. She briefly met Claudia and talked to her once or twice.

Lydia's mom (idk her name) was smart but played dumb and all that jass to win the hot guy.

I'm also thinking Peter definitely had a crush on Claudia when he was a kid during this time since she would babysit him a lot.

Claudia and Deaton are also besties and emissaries in training.

The Argent family are in Beacon Hills (I personally would not know how this would go but in intrigued)

Claudia and Talia are exactly like Scott and Stiles and getting into all sorts of trouble and adventures with Deaton at their side and hiding the secrets of the supernatural.

And all of Scott's pack plus Derek gets to see how their parents know each other and have met along with their adventures.

Let me know your version of this and enjoy

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handsofred · 20 days

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So....I saw a couple of posts about Stiles and his emergency contact and this popped up in to my mind...It's not finished, I'm planning on adding more to it and then posting it on AO3, but just wanted to see what you guys thought of it so far.

Stiles was...well... He was fucked! And it wasn't even his fault this time okay, it seriously wasn't. So the fact that he was currently laid up in an emergency side room, holding a bloody towel to his temple wasn't something anyone could tell him otherwise. Because it was not his fault. The fact that his other arm was cradled against his chest as well and possibly broken also wasn't his fault. None of this was and yet he was the one sitting there, injured and hurting while the other guy was currently fighting with the nurses down the hall, each yell and squeak of footwear against the floor driving another nail in to his head. Of course that guy was drunk, driving a stupid car which crashed in to Stiles' jeep and made him veer off to the side, hitting another car as he went while drunk guy continued to drive on, hitting others too. But it was also the fact that the side he was pushed towards just happened to slope downwards...just enough to send the jeep rolling once or twice and land upside down. He was fucked, but he was alive.

Sitting back against the bed, he let his eyes close against the bright lights of the room, just hoping that someone would turn up soon and pick him up or just keep him company. ''Uh...Mi...Mr. Stilinski?'' The nervous tone of the nurse had him opening his eyes and turning towards the young nurse who was stood in the doorway. ''That's me...Stiles actually.'' He told her, offering what he hoped was a kind smile, but it felt more of a grimace as another loud noise sent pain running through his head again. ''Stiles...of course.'' She smiled before slipping inside and closing the door behind her, helping to cut some of that noise down. ''The doctor will be with you soon to stitch up your wound, I'm sorry about the wait.''

''Not your fault, there's others who are more hurt than me out there.'' He replied with a light shrug, he knew how the emergency room can be on a Friday night, Melissa had told him and Scott enough horror stories growing up.

It seemed to make the nurse brighten a little as she nodded and came over to the end of the bed, flipping the chart she had in her hands a couple of times. ''We tried the number that you gave us for your emergency contact, but there was no answer. I promise you that we tried a couple of times but each time it just rings out.'' She told him with an apologetic look. ''I know that you said that your father was out of town currently, but do you have anyone else that we could call to come for you?''

Sighing, he shook his head a little, knowing that the chances of Scott actually picking up the phone was something he couldn't rely on half the time, it reminded him that he really needed to update his contacts as he thought through who he could call.

Dad was out of town in a conference, that was a hard no. Melissa was currently on her own floor and too busy to deal with him, another hard no. Scott...well, Scott was just not picking up.

Derek was in town, but was dealing with his own things, he knew that if he called the Alpha, that there was a slight chance he would come, but he didn't want to disturb him, not when Cora had recently come back to town again and they were finally making up for lost years.

''Mr.... Stiles?'' The nurse spoke softly. ''Is there anyone I can contact for you?''

''I think....for the moment...I just need to think about it.'' Stiles admitted quietly, feeling small on the bed as she offered him a smile and nodded.

''Okay, just let me know when you're ready.'' She told him warmly before glancing at the clock. ''The doctor should be in soon to stitch you up, but we should be able to get you down to X-Ray and back before then to check that arm out for you.''

''Thank you.''

The words were soft spoken and accepted as she headed back out the room to grab a wheelchair for him. Pulling his phone out in the meantime, Stiles opened up the group chat for the pack and just stared down at the chat box before he sighed.

Lil'Red: So...funny story, currently in the emergency room of our lovely town. NOT my FAULT at all this time, drunk driver hit me and some others...but I need someone to come and get me, jeep is a total wreck and Scott isn't picking up as my emergency contact. Possible concussion, possible broken arm and I'm needing stitches, so...yeah...any help would be good.

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#teen wolf #ao3 #fic #writing #stiles stilinski #peter hale #chris argent #Peter x Stiles x Chris #Steter #petopher #stetopher #stargent #handsofred #I always thought Scott shouldn't be an emergency contact for anyone #can't trust him to not pick up

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crawling out of the woodwork to share this idea that's been plaguing me for about a week now...

I just can't stop thinking about Theo walking into a room to see Y/N on their phone- and I mean that's not really strange in and of itself but the look of concentration is just astounding, so he gets curious obviously and just...

"what are you looking at?"

And Y/N without missing a beat, not even looking up, just answers: "oh i'm reading werewolf p*rn."

Because the thing about a/b/o fics is that they don't really apply to what we know of the werewolves in Teen Wolf, but there's just enough commonality that I think, even if you don't actually read a/b/o fics irl, it's easy enough to rationalise you stumbling across them in universe, and I feel like if you apply the context of Teen Wolf to finding a/b/o fics, it just gets a little funny?

Also, bonus if, say, 20-30 minutes later Scott or someone walks in just to find Y/N in the same position, but this time Theo's leaning over the back of their chair, reading over their shoulder with furrowed eyebrows and just...

Scott: "What are you two looking at?"

Theo and Y/N, deadpan: "Werewolf porn."

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Prompts • FAQ • AO3 Collection

#stargent #stargent week #stargent week 2023 #teen wolf #stargent fic #stiles stilinski x chris argent #stargent podfic #chris argent #stiles stilinski #tw blood

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gege-wondering-around · 1 month

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Characters talking about Derek

What I mean by this is when sometimes, throughout the show, someone said something almost unnotible or that almost no one would really give much tought about Derek, but nothing rude or bad, just some 'complimentes' you might say.

Satomi

Like in 4x7, during the virus outbreak and Satomi is in the hospital with Derek, Deaton and Melissa.

Sorry, I just noticed how much you remind me of Talia

She said this while looking at Derek, and he looked down for a second.

Maybe she saw something in him, not only the resemblances with his mother, maybe she saw Talia's morals and values is Derek before he did himself or anyone else. Maybe she meant Derek could be like his mother: someone you can got for advice and guidance, someone you can rely onto but that will hold you accountable.

And maybe Derek looked down cause he would never think of himself that way, he would never see how much of his mother he has inherited (and not his beauty or stuff like that) and how much potential he's holding within himself, but Satomi sees it and can't help but smile and be a bit sad. Smile because there'll be someone like Talia - guidance, relyable, strong and respected - and sad cause Talia isn't there anymore and because Derek never really got the change to learn a lot from her.

Yet Satomi complimented him kindly, hoping he would eventually be somehow like his mother.

Chris

In season 6B, when he's asked if he 'believes in werewolves' as if they are legends, he says this:

I believe in Derek Hale

which might just be a way to reintroduce his character in the show, but let's give it some depth.

Chris have seen Derek go from 'bad' to good guy, and he also knows (if I remeber correctly) that Derek 'goes around bringing justice' - let's put it like that.

Chris is not a man to believe in legends and superstitions, that's why he believes in Derek. He's very much real and maybe to Chris, Derek is someone who knows justice (and before anyone says something, everyone has different views of it, I know) and who actually does something to ensure it in the world, even if just in a small part of it.

Derek gives his life at risk to ensure other's justice and put himself up as a jury and decides the verdict. And maybe Chris sees in this someone worth believing in, deserving to be believed and not as a legend, but as someone who does something.

Noah

Of course I have to put what the sheriff says about Derek in the movie.

I have never seen anyone take the kind of punishment that Derek Hale took… And kept taking… In order to protect the people he loved.

Maybe Noah sees half of what Chris sees but also someone who knows love and sacrifice, not only justice and maybe even revenge.

To the sheriff, Derek is someone willing to risk his life endlessly to save those he loves, arriving to the point that he completely sacrifice himself and dies.

He loves his people, he does it with his whole heart and Noah knows it, he knows Derek Hale, who lost everything time and time again, would give up his life and did it to save other people, leaving his son behind to save him (along with others too).

Noah knows Derek's heart, how resilient it is and how much love it holds.

Stiles

So, Stiles had not really 'complimented' Derek, he was more 'protective' of him.

"I have given a lot of benetifs to a lot of people" "Like Derek?" Scott & Stiles

Stiles freezes for a second, he did give Derek the benefit of the doubt and he had to fight to prove he wasn't the bad guy, he never really saw Derek as someone 'completely evil'.

To Stiles, Derek is just another person who went through shit and had to deal with it on his own, he knows Derek isn't evil, he knows it by heart cause he trusts him with proof, Derek's worthy of trust to Stiles' eyes while Scott gives his trust to everyone regardless of them deserving it.

"Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon? Did you have to lock him up?" "I did handcuff him to a radiator, why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?" Chris & Stiles

Stiles stands by Derek's side and doesn't accept the hunter's way of handling things - even if isn't aware that Chris didn't do it - and say it straight in his face. Stiles sees the cruelty Derek had to endure, not simply cause he lost his family, but also because the hunters trapped them and burned them alive.

Stiles doesn't agree with such cruelty and anger, he understands Derek somehow, they both lost some family memebers and since the whole Hale family's death wasn't necessary to Stiles' eyes, he's angry for Derek.

Also, even if in this Stiles didn't say anything, he did something very meaningful:

He didn't have to say anything, while everyone went to Boyd's body, he went to Derek. He knew Derek didn't want to do that and felt guilty for his death despite he was forced to do it. Stiles choose Derek.

Stiles saw Boyd's body and Derek staying still, and decided to comfort Derek, standing by his side and 'grounding' him.

But then we also have when Stiles' jeep broke down in Mexico.

BRAEDEN: Scott, we need to get there by night. It's too dangerous, otherwise. STILES: Go. SCOTT: Not without you! STILES: Dude, someone needs to find Derek. We'll figure something out. We always do. STILES: Just go.

What I want to say here is that Stiles won't give up on Derek nor the jeep and he risk it all for both, somehow he does while caring for Derek, pushing the others to go and find him before it's too late.

So, at the end, what I want to say is:

All these characters talked of Derek as someone worthy of trust, who know justice, love and sacrifice, someone not everyone understand but that those who does knows he's a good person despite everything that happened to him. Because think about it, after all this man went through, he was still kind and still cared for others - in his own way.

(and before someone might think 'you are saying so much about Stiles because you ship Sterek or anything similiar. Yes, I'm a sterek shipper, but right now I'm not asking you to see Sterek in this, I'm asking you to read this objectivly, cause I believe you don't have to ship Sterek to see how Stiles and Derek both cared for each other and how Stiles was probably the one who risked the most to protect/save Derek whenever it was needed and how Derek did the same)

Addiction:

This is my personal opinion (which doesn't directly attaches to Teen Wolf, but I think it fits and could be helpful).

Many people don't talk enough about the people they find... good.

When you see somehow doing the right thing, maybe help along and share how good it is to see somehow still being kind in a world that, if you look closely, it's very cruel for no reason.

Whe you think someone is a good person, please tell them. Please. they might think they aren't cause they made a mistake you aren't even aware of but maybe your little 'ehi, you're a good one' could bright their day and make them more confident and overall, you both would be better persons.

Please, be kind reasonless.

Tell that person you agree with them, tell them you like their dress or makeup, tell them you think their opinion is good and maybe even have a conversation about it, just strangers talking (but still, be careful).

We underestimate the power of words when it comes to love, kindness, respect... we think of 'powerful words' when we think something bad, that why sometimes we think 'that's such a bad thing to think/say'. But whenever it's something lovely or kind, that could bust up someone's day, confidence, self-respect and self-love, we stay quiet, we don't even think of saying it most of the time.

So, please, BE KIND REASONLESS AND REGARDLESS. BE KIND JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN.

If you came this far, thank you for reading my 'kind of' TEDTalk I guess. I hope you'll excuse my grammar and whatever errors might be in this.

#teen wolf #my thougts #derek x stiles #derek hale #sterek #stiles stilinksi #the sheriff #noah stilinski #satomi ito #talia hale #be kind #be kind reasonless #chris argent

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Scott: Peter, you'll be working with my mom and Mr. Argent.

Peter: Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

Peter: ...Of people on a team.

Peter, After: Okay, it's my fantasy Threesome

Peter: Melissa, Do you want to come on a date with me?

Melissa: Hell, no!

Peter: And you handsome hunk?

Chris: You just finished hitting on my wife

Peter:

Peter: So are you in?

#teen wolf #incorrect teen wolf #incorrect quotes #incorrect teen wolf quotes #inocrrect quotes #scott maccall #peter x melissa x chris #peter hale #derek x stiles #derek hale #sterek #stiles stilinski #melissa mccall #chris argent

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 17

Word Count: 3.5K

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

A/N: uh oh, things are changing...

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There was a tense air between (Y/N) and Derek as they reached her house. He helped her off the bike and kept his hand on her lower back as they walked to her front porch but did not say a single word. His stare was a million miles away, and she could tell his thoughts had been running rampant in his head.

“Are you okay, Derek?” the girl finally broke the silence as she slid her key into the door. “You feel weird. Like, distant.”

“I’m fine,” he said, his stoic façade still plastered on his face. “I just need to make sure you’re home safe before I get my pack.”

“They’re fine. They’re hiding up in my room.” She pulled out her phone from her pocket and showed him Isaac’s text confirming that they had locked themselves in her house. “But I need to know what you’re hiding right now because I know something’s up.”

“Everything’s fine,” he huffed. “Why are they here?”

“I thought they’d be safe here,” she responded. “Don’t change the topic, Derek. You know you can’t lie to me.”

“I just… we gotta stay away from each other for a while, okay? Believe me when I say, it’s for the best.”

The answer took (Y/N) aback. She stepped away from his touch, as though suddenly it burned her. His words had seemingly come out of nowhere. They were in a good spot, she thought. They weren’t exactly in a relationship, but they weren’t not in one either. They had been speaking consistently for the past couple of weeks, they had seen each other when they could, and they had kissed. God, did they kiss. “I-I-I don’t understand,” she stammered as she blinked away her confusion. “I thought we were good. I mean, I know our situation isn’t exactly ideal, but I didn’t think it was going bad.”

“It’s just not the time to deal with feelings, (Y/N),” he sighed. “I have to focus on how to get rid of the Kanima and why Scott would betray us. I simply don’t have the bandwidth to focus on you too.”

“Oh, I didn’t know I was such a distraction,” (Y/N) scoffed, putting another step of distance between them. “You know, it was only a few weeks ago that you were saying you wanted this to work. No matter how long it took or what hurdles we had to go through. You said I wouldn’t have to go through life alone, not while you were here. Was that all just bullshit?”

“It wasn’t… It isn’t…” He ran his hands across his face in frustration, letting out an infuriated groan. “With everything that’s going on, I can’t risk being close to you, (Y/N). The more time that passes with the Kanima here, the more hunters will arrive. Especially now that I have a target on my back, thanks to your cousin. Being with you only makes that target bigger, and it puts it on my pack too. I have to make the right decision for them.”

“So, everything I’ve done to help you guys out means nothing?” she cried, biting down the tears that threatened to spill. “I’ve stuck my neck out for you on more than one occasion. I think I’ve proven to be an asset to you and your pack when it comes to my family.”

“You have and I’m grateful,” he said. Derek took a beat before continuing. It seemed he knew the next words out of his mouth would drive a wedge between them that he wasn’t sure would ever be removed. “I just don’t know if one day you’ll turn on us like Allison has done to Scott, or even like Kate did to me.”

If there was anything he could say that would drive (Y/N) away, it was that. Her fears of one day becoming like her aunt still haunted her to that day. It was a quiet but haunting rumble in the pits of her mind, fed by her insecurities and her fears, and very much alive.

“A-are you serious?” (Y/N) wanted to appear confident and confrontational. But she couldn’t help the way her voice broke. “Do you really think I’d be capable of doing something like that?”

“I can’t be sure, (Y/N). I want to believe that you won’t and that you and your father are truly on our side, but I have to take precautions. It’s not just my life that’s at stake.”

(Y/N) didn’t know if his words stung more than the unchanging expression on his face. There was no care, no compassion. She wasn’t talking to Derek, her sour wolf. She was speaking to Derek, the alpha. “What brought this on, Derek?” she asked. “What made you change your mind all of a sudden?”

“It wasn’t anything specifically. It’s just… the situation we’re in is basically unheard of, and I need to make sure that I’m putting a hundred percent of my brain into resolving this,” he said. “And if Scott isn’t going to help, then I have to find a way to end this once and for all. I can’t be worrying about the hunters coming from your side too.”

Words died in the girl’s mouth as she tried to conceal the hurt that coursed through her veins. It was a betrayal like no other. “Is that really how you feel?” (Y/N) asked, her resolve quickly coming undone. “You once told me that you knew that I would never be like Kate. That there was no way I could be that heartless. Does that mean you lied? Have you always felt this way?”

And with determination like she had never seen from him, he said, “Yes.” By then, she couldn’t hold back the tears, but she wouldn’t let him see her hurt. She couldn’t keep the drops from falling, but she could keep her sobs inside. “(Y/N)…”

“Go,” she said sternly, facing her door and giving him her back.

“(Y/N), I…”

“I said go, Derek,” she restated, raising her voice. “You can call your pack after. But you need to get out of here right now.”

Before he could say another word, (Y/N) slipped into her house and locked the door behind her. Shuddering cries threatened to break through, so she clasped her fist into her mouth and bit down. She did not want him to hear her. He’d been able to shatter her heart with a few words, but he did not deserve to know her pain. Not anymore.

As the tears fell, she remembered the cuts on her face. Every time another drop fell, it sank into the open wound, mixing blood and salty water down her cheeks. The sting was enough to subside the pain in her chest, but not enough to make it go away. And all she wanted was for it to go away.

Suddenly, soft steps on her stairs forced her head to snap forward to see a witness to her despair. Erica wore a sympathetic smile on her face, something that surprised (Y/N) out of her tears. It had been the first time she had even held a kind gaze toward the girl, always throwing sarcastic comments or unnecessary jabs her way. But at that moment, she came to her as a friend.

“Let’s fix up that face,” she said. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

“Uh, um,” (Y/N) cleared her throat. “There’s one under the kitchen sink.”

“Let’s go.”

The blonde helped her up from the ground and followed her quietly into the kitchen. She didn’t throw snarky remarks her way or make fun of the way her face was most likely a disaster. All she did was remain silent and try to help.

Once the first aid bag was on the counter, Erica patted a stool to instruct the girl to sit. Something she very much obliged to before the werewolf set to work. She put on a pair of black gloves and set to clean the wound with cleansing wipes, clearing away any debris or tear that might have mixed with her blood.

“This is gonna sting a bit, okay?” Erica announced as she uncapped the liquid stitch bottle. “Do you need something to bite down on?”

“No,” (Y/N) smiled softly. “Go ahead.”

The girl winced softly as the liquid touched her skin, but it was quickly replaced with the comfort of Erica’s soft hands pinching the slash closed. She repeated the step two more times before cleaning the area once more and covering it with a gauze bandage. “There,” Erica said as she finished bandaging her arm as well. “The wound should breathe during the night to help with the healing. Try to keep it dry or without direct water contact for about five days, and you should be good.”

“Thanks,” she said. “You’re good at this.”

“I’ve had one too many falls not to be,” the girl chuckled as she put away the kit. “It’s actually the reason I’ve always wanted to become a doctor. I wanted to make sure no one else went through what I did.”

“Why can’t you?”

“At first it was because I was so behind in school, I’d never get the grades to get into a good school,” she shrugged. “Now, with the whole werewolf thing, I don’t think I could.”

“Why not? I think now it’ll be so much easier for you,” (Y/N) offered. “Now, you don’t have to deal with the seizures, and you can focus on your schoolwork. Later on, I’m sure any school would be begging to have you go there.”

“I don’t know,” the blonde sighed. “I guess, after seeing everything I have and going through what we have in such little time, I think med school seems stupid in the grand scheme of things. I would love to live a normal life, but I don’t think I was ever meant to. I mean, at first, it was epilepsy. Now, it’s the fact that I’m part wolf, part human, and I have yet to get that under control.”

Seeing Erica be vulnerable and sweet surprised (Y/N), and it was a welcome distraction to whatever it had been that had gone down with Derek. “You know this is going to end someday,” she tried to comfort her. “We’re gonna beat the Kanima, and the hunters will go back to their own lives. Life won’t always be like this.”

“How can you be so sure? Something tells me there’s always gonna be something in this town,” she chuckled dryly. “The only way to go back to normal is to leave.”

“Is that what you want? To leave Beacon Hills?”

“I mean, it’s a plan,” she shrugged as she sat beside (Y/N). “I didn’t think it would be like this. The constant looking over my shoulder, the fear that I’ll be caught, the fear that I’ll be killed. I wanted the strength, the power that came with being supernatural. But I didn’t really measure the danger that came with it. Unfortunately, not every hunter can be like you.”

“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented me,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Don’t know how I feel about it.”

“Don’t get used to it,” the girl grinned. “But seriously, you have no reason to protect us like you have. I mean, apparently, even lovesick Allison turned on lover boy.”

“Yeah, grief makes you do unthinkable things,” she sighed. “Especially when you have a monster like Gerard whispering in your ear.”

“And he doesn’t whisper in yours?”

“God no. I don’t think he particularly likes my family. At least my dad and I.”

“Ooh, family drama?”

“None that I know the details of, but I know it has something to do with me and some woman from my dad’s past,” (Y/N) explained, remembering the not-so-hushed words from her parents. “Also, my dad sort of sides with the wolves rather than the hunters. He thinks their methods are too extreme and cause more harm than good. He told me he wants to change the group from the inside out, but it’s hard.”

“And you believe him?” Erica inquired, biting the skin from her fingers. (Y/N) could see she hadn’t noticed yet. It was something she did before turning, a way to calm her senses when everything seemed too much. “Do you really believe he’s on our side?”

“He helped me find Derek tonight, and he covered for me about the rave. I don’t think he would lie to me about that. My mom on the other hand…”

“Can’t stand us?”

“Yup.”

“Well, you can tell her the feeling is mutual.”

“Hey,” (Y/N) exclaimed with a smile. “That’s my mom you’re talking about.”

“No offense,” Erica laughed as she threw her arms up in surrender. “But seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever said this, but thank you, (Y/N). I’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to you, and you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”

“Am I really getting an apology from Erica Reyes? I think I might be dreaming.”

“Oh, come on,” she chuckled. “I’m trying to be serious here—vulnerable. I am grateful for what you’ve done for me, even when I was horrible to you. You didn’t have to.”

“Well, you got the bitch part down, I didn’t think I needed it, too,” (Y/N) grinned before she took Erica’s hand and smiled warmly. “But it means a lot that you apologized. Thank you. Maybe from here on out, we could be friends. I honestly need more in this town.”

“I think that would be great,” she beamed. “I’ve been needing a dose of estrogen after so many months surrounded by testosterone.”

As the girls laughed, footsteps came down the stairs and quickly joined them in the kitchen, followed by the pitter-patter of claws against the hardwood floor. “Well, look at these two fraternizing,” Isaac told Boyd. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“I would be rude not to when it’s her house,” Boyd shrugged. “Which, again, thank you for letting us hide out here. We haven’t really received any other instruction from Derek.”

“Yeah, and I don’t think you will anytime soon.”

“What do you…?” Isaac’s words died in his throat as he noticed (Y/N)’s bandages and the smell of iron in the air. He was quick to rush to her side, inspecting her visible skin for any other wound. “What the hell happened?”

“Ah, just a small run-in with Jackson,” she shrugged as she knelt to pet Brody, scratching him on the spot behind his ears he loved so he wouldn’t worry about her. “I’ll be fine. I just don’t heal as fast as you guys do.”

“How serious was the cut?” Isaac asked Erica, knowing (Y/N) would only wave him off. “Was it deep? I knew I should have gone with you to the station.”

“It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, Isaac. She’ll be fine.”

“Dude, calm down,” Boyd chuckled. “She’s tougher than she looks.”

“Thank you, Boyd,” she smiled toward the boy. “I really appreciate the vote of confidence. You should learn from him, Lahey.”

“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until you get seriously hurt,” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. “I can’t believe I let you go there by yourself. I should have been there.”

“And risk getting caught by my grandfather? Absolutely not,” she reprimanded. “As a matter of fact, all of you need to lay low because while Jackson is still the Kanima, more hunters will keep flooding into town, and I don’t wanna risk any of you getting caught. If you need a place to stay, I think I can talk to my dad and help you guys out. Maybe tell my mom the basement flooded and keep you guys there?”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Boyd smiled. “We’ll talk to Derek first. See what the next steps will be.”

“Yeah,” she scoffed lightly. “And if you can find out what the hell is going on with him in the meantime, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

The four of them spent the next hour in her kitchen, talking and laughing like normal teenagers until Erica and Boyd said they were too tired to still be awake and headed to (Y/N)’s room. But not before the girl turned and thanked Argent for giving her a night where she felt normal. After that, only Isaac and her were left downstairs.

They had moved into the living room, where (Y/N) rested her head on his lap, and Brody curled up right beside them. Henry had texted her that he and her mother would be staying over at Chris’ house and that he’d keep her posted on anything that would be going down.

“I don’t understand what happened, Isaac,” she sighed as she felt his hands running through her hair. “Everything was going great until just an hour ago. What made Derek change his mind?”

“Honestly, I wish I could tell you,” he said. “But Derek’s not one to really talk about what’s going on in his head. The only time he’s ever been nice to me is when you’re around. He’s quite a dick when you’re not around.”

“But he’s still your alpha.”

“It’s not like there are many options here,” he chuckled. “And I guess I feel a bit indebted to him. If it hadn’t been for the bite, I’m pretty sure I would have ended up in the hospital, or even worse…”

Isaac couldn’t bring himself to say the words, instead taking in a shuddering deep breath. (Y/N) could see his eyes getting cloudy with tears as fear overtook him. Even if that part of his life was buried, there was no way to repress the memories.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Isaac,” she responded quietly, taking his free hand in hers. “And I’m sorry you had to go through it alone. I wish I could have at least been your friend back then.”

“I think you came at the perfect time,” he smiled softly. “Just long enough to get my shy and adorable side and stay to see my resurgence into an amazing and confident werewolf teenager.”

“You know, some people would say cocky and self-absorbed.”

“Well, those people would be wrong,” he chuckled. “But you did come at the right time. Those last couple of months, you actually gave me hope. If we had spent more time together, I think I may have even refused the bite.”

“Would you have, really?” (Y/N) mused. “Would you have given it all up?”

“I think so,” Isaac shrugged. “I mean, people around us don’t seem disturbed by what’s going on in this town. All I would have to worry about is whether or not I could pass my classes, and well, social services I guess.”

“Not funny,” she reprimanded, slapping him softly on the chest. “But the supernatural does suit you.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, calm down, Lahey.”

“I’m just kidding, Argent,” the boy laughed. “As for Derek, all you have to do is give it time. He can be a moody one.”

“Something feels different this time, though,” she sighed. “I don’t know what it is, but something’s just off.”

The last thing Derek had wanted was to make her cry. Hearing her sobs through her door made his heart wrench in his chest, and all he could do was get as far away from her as he could. His legs took off in a soft run at first but quickly turned into a supernatural sprint that had his lungs aching for air. All he could do was run.

Soon enough, the scenery of houses and cars turned into trees and bushes. Leaves crunched under his feet, and branches snapped as he stepped on them. Even when a rock stood in his way and threatened to make him lose his balance, he simply kept running.

He wished (Y/N) knew that what he did had been for her own good. If she wasn’t by his side, there was no way she could be used as a bargaining chip. Especially not with Peter back. He didn’t trust his own life in the hands of his uncle; how could he entrust him with (Y/N)’s?

By the time he had reached his family’s house, his body ached all over. Frustration filled his veins, and his limbs ached with the need for violence. He let out an exasperating scream before his fist went through a wooden board. He didn’t know if he wanted to keep breaking down the house or just sit down and cry. As much as he wanted to be by (Y/N)’s side, he knew that the best thing for her would be for him to stay as far away as possible. He had lived long enough with loneliness, though none as hurtful as this one for a long time. (Y/N) would soon enough move on from him, and he’d be the one to carry the hurt. As long as Peter was in town and her family would punish her for her affiliations, he’d just have to stay away.

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 17

.→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →. It was hell when i didn't write and post anything. This is the only good thing I have going on . Thought about focusing on studies but i couldn't writing these fic help me more than I can say .

Hope you have good reading as well ❤️.

Sheilla Bennett sits on the head of the table with steaming cup of coffee on her hands while her granddaughter bonnie sits across from her silent.

The sound of footsteps reaches their ear bonnie eyes watch you walk into the kitchen with lazily with bed hair that sticking everywhere yawing.

Feeling eyes on you and finally acknowledging the two women you glance and back and forth at them.

grams take a sip of her drink finally looking at you when the three was knock on the door “go it’s for you” she said calmly.

“okey” when you open the door and see stiles and scott standing already dressed to go school. “What are you guys doing here? I just woke up”

Stiles give you nervous look “your grams called told us come early”

scott anxiously looks around “do you think she knows about everything?” he whispers leaning towards you.

“I do—”

“Let them in y/n” grams voice cut off you move away from the door letting them come in closing the door behind them you walk after them.

You three stands while grams and bonnie sits, grams eyes glaze over you three “So what’s going on with you three? And don’t lie I wanna end this quickly” she states crossing her arms.

You three looking at each other but doesn’t say anything grams sigh “well then answer me this. Why is there is werewolf after you three.”

Stiles eyes widen while you look down in shame you know better than hiding anything from grams scott feels like he might faint from the intense look she is giving you three.

Bonnie watches from the side she was told not to intervene until grams tell her too.

“The werewolf is the one behind the murders recently, isn’t it?”

You nod still looking down. “You know I can help you three” grams say making you all look at her “but I can’t unless you tell me the truth. It’s miracle that you are all alive I don’t know if you three are brave or stupid” she shakes her in disappointment.

Scott glance at his friends his eyes finding your face he knows that you’re not saying the truth because of him that you don’t want to expose him taking a breath he masters the courage looking at your grams “it was not their fault” he starts yours and stiles head turns to him he nods at you two “I was bit by an alpha and we were trying to find it so I can be normal. I didn’t even tell her but someone else did she wasn’t supposed be there” he admits.

Bonnie eyes widen at this looking at scott in disbelief you shrug at her.

Grams eyes shift towards you then to scott brows raised slightly “who told you finding your alpha can cure you?”

She stands up taking scotts hands in his “derek Hale, he is a werewolf too” scott said without hesitation stiles mouth curls at that.

Grams squeeze his hands “hon you can’t cure this, there is no cure” a gentle understanding smile on her lips.

A frown sets on all you three stiles’ fumes “oh my god. That guy is full of lies” he put his hands on his hips sighing he walks towards the fridge taking a bottle of juice ignoring bonnie side eye he gulps down the juice.

Why is he leing. What is he playing? You ponder. Scott looked like he would cry right there, you rub his back.

Grams sit down giving a judgmental look at stiles who still gulping down a whole bottle with no care in the world.

“Can you make me normal?” scotts asks grams with hopeful eyes.

Gram shakes her head that was enough to crushed “it is irreversible. I don’t understand why derek would lie when he knows that as well.”

Stiles scoffs “because he is self-centered assho---I mean jerk”

“That mean I’m stuck like this forever?” scotts asks out loud.

You nudge your shoulder against his “hey, you got us all; we will help you. you’re not alone in this”

“Are you serious? He could kill you all” bonnie speak up making stiles choke on his drink.

Scott frowns at that understanding that what she is saying true but it hurts nonetheless and scott did try to kill you twice actually.

You sigh “maybe, but scott still is my friend and I’m not leaving him alone in this” you state firmly looking at both her and grams.

“But y/n” bonnie look still unsure.

You smile at her “I will be, alright. We all, will be alright.” Stile’s nod agreeing with you taking a apple form the table taking a bite. “

“I know you won’t” grams said “now might be the time to tell me what you what you did back there”

Stiles perk up at this “oh, you mean the glowing thing right! but she is not witch, right? How did she do that?” stiles inch towards grams his eyes sparkling with curiosity. “Was her parents witch? Does being adopted into family with the heritage of witches’ grands her ability”

Grams eyes held uncertainty “No, her parents were normal people and no it does not work like that”

Stiles turn in his chair towards you “do you think you can do that again?” changing the subject quickly

You tilt your head looking down at your hands “I can try, I guess” trying to focus and do something like you did in shower but nothing happens.

Grams watches as you try, she truly amazed that whatever magic you have is well hidden, like it has its own mind.

Your face twitches in impatient as nothing happens “do something damnit” a snarl leave your mouth a you glare at your hands.

Suddenly a glow of red blast out your hands with explosive movement stiles duck when the blast comes out straight at him it hit the window blasting into pieces.

Bonnie and scott jumps in their place while grams calmly stand up feeling the magic that pouring down of off you.

Your mouth hangs open at the damage you caused hurrying towards the window “I did not want to do that” as you say more waves comes out but this time its green and the broken window starts to repair its self. The pieces floats and mind perfectly and everyone watch this awe.

“woah”

Grams touches the mist a spark of power runs down her body she closes her eyes and a everything fades away only a bright glow of red and orange light shine in the air and a figure manifest in the middle she try too look at the face the magic and something else beyond that overwhelmed her, squinting she catch the glimpse of the figure gasping when she sees your face iris that of orange flames wearing a crown on your head that has single blue stone on the center, a red full body suit with blue line on the front. You look so powerful the magic feels so powerful.

“Grams!” you shake her by her shoulder lightly bringing her back. “Where did you go?”

“Did you just have a premonition?” stiles eagerly ask

Gram’s blink nodding she takes your hands in your “I never felt a magic like yours, I only heard about. Its chaos magic”

Your chest tightens as she spoke “is that a good thing?”

“Only time will tell”

You three sit silently on your way to the school stiles glance at his friends he leans towards you trying to say something but then he remembers scotts enhanced hearing ability.

How do I tell y/n that scott and Allison broke up

Your head whip towards him faces screaming what? Really when?

Stiles yelp at the sudden voice in his head, hitting the break making you all sway. “What the hell was that?” he eyes boar at you “how did you do that?”

“Stiles! What the hell?” scott frown at stiles sitting back on the seat while you sit there stunned.

“She was talking in my head!” he exclaims pointing at you. “I heard her voice in my head, but it not like when I dream her but she actually spoke to me, like telepathically”

“Wait! what you mean I come in your dreams?” you look at stiles with suspicion.

Stiles shrug his shoulder “it just seasonal. But that not point you just spoke telepathically”

“you guys always do. What’s the point?”

Stiles shake his head he turns your face to scott “Now do him, like you did me”

“The use of word disturbs me” you comment before looking at scott “stiles is right. can you think about anything”

Scott let a laugh but decided to humor you “alright”

“Allison.” You answer

“love sick werepuppy” stiles whisper making scott glare at him while he gives internal pat for finding scott a new name.

You sigh “I’m sorry about that though, she will come around don’t worry”

“I know, I’m not giving up on her” scott said with determination “okey, next one that was easy”

You nod.

He hums thinking stiles watches as his friends experiment your new found telepathic power.

“Unicorns, I don’t know. I wouldn’t be surprised.” you answer scotts thought.

“I agree derek is asshole”

Stiles cheers beside you.

“woah” scott face split into a grin.

“Stiles is not delusional” scott raise an eyebrow at you “maybe a little bit”

“Hey!”

“Mr. Harris does hate us for sure, but still you need to pass the exams scott”

stiles eyes lit up at that “wait, wait! You can read mind and have conversation- “

“I’m not telepathically telling you the answers. Don’t even think about”

Stiles mimic your words silently mumbling how you hate him secretly, you let him with smile on your face.

“It's just weird. Everybody's talking about what happened the other night, and nobody knows it was us.” Allison said as she walks in to the school with Lydia.

“Thank you for the Protection of Minors.” Lydia sarcastically said her eyes scan the crowd and finds you standing by your locker.

Lydia feet’s quickly takes her to you “you!” she exclaims making you turns to her with a surprised look at her sudden appearance “where were you last night scott said that they lost you half way”

“Good morning to you too, I’m fine thank you for asking” you shut the locker “that’s how you start a conversation, Lydia.” You nod at Allison beside her.

“Did you even know how traumatizing the situation is?”

You face soften “I know. and I’m glad that none of you got hurt last night. Even jackson” you place your hands on her shoulder squeezing it gently.

You three starts to walks to class together.

“Do you think I made the wrong decision?” Allison timid voice asks you sigh when you feel what’s she is trying to imply.

“About that jacket with that dress? Absolutely.” You close your eyes at Lydia remark

“You know what I mean.” She whines

Lydia scoffs at her “Hello? Scott locked us in a classroom and left us for dead. He's lucky we're not pressing charges, or making him pay our therapy bills... “

Allison eyes finds yours “hey, don’t worry about it. it was your decision to make. Do you wanna know what he said to me about this?”

She nods Lydia too seems to be interested. You give Allison a grin “he said he is not giving up on you. you know I’m not really expert in love but someone people are worth fighting for and for scott your worth all the trouble”

Lydia shakes her head at this even though on the inside she is yearning for something like that, Allison eyes held sadness and hope equally.

“Anyway, pray to tell what you were doing last here, and where were you?” she asks you crossing her arms in front of her.

“Oh well, I was thrown into a room...” you trail off when you see Issac walking in “I gotta go, I’ll catch up with you guys later”

Leaving Allison and Lydia struck at how nonchalantly you just said what happened to you. “Did she just said she was locked up!”

“Hmmm..mmm yeah”

Issac smile when he sees you coming his way “hi”

“Hi, how are you?”

“I’m good” he answers timidly making you smile but it dims when you see bruise on his cheek.

“Did you get into a fight? Or did anyone give you trouble?”

He frowns at the question “what? no..” his voice was slow and weak.

You lift your hands Issac tens making you pause; your eyes held his wild eyes you point at his cheek where the bruise is “you got a bruise there. What happened?”

“Oh…oh that’s…. I think…. I fall from...my bike?” the words come out uncertainly

Seeing his tensed stance, you nod without voicing your suspicion giving him a tender smile “alright” you squeeze his shoulder with smile making him relax you grin when the bruise starts to disappear cheering yourself internally. “Try not hurt the pretty face of yours” a cheeky grin plastered on your face as you walk away.

Issac heart race his face flushing and stupid smile on his face as he watches you walk away. “Pretty…face”

“We are watching his family's house. Maybe he'll wind up there? Give me a second—” Mr. stilinski ends the call when he sees his son. “Don’t you have a test to get to?”

“What’s going on? Did you find Derek yet?”

“I'm working on it. You go take your test.” Mr. stilinski repeats

“All right, Dad, listen to me—”

“Go!”

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

“Stiles, I'm always careful.”

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

Mr. stilinski sighs “I know. Which is why I brought in people who have. State detective. Go take your test.”

Stiles nod once again checking the detectives before joining you and Scott .

Stefan and elena glance at you when the three of you came in. bonnie hasn’t talked about the Salvatore brothers elena she wanted to see if elena would tell herself but seeing how elena and the Salvatore are acting it is mostly not going to happen until something bad happens and if any of them hurt bonnie like damon had done with Caroline, you don’t even fully know what he did to her. to sum it up you would eradicate him, no questions asked.

scott timidly try to talk with Allison but she stays silent Mr. Harris calls him he hands out the worksheet to everyone you

“You have forty-five minutes to complete the test. Twenty-five percent of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book. However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So, let's get the disappointment over with. Begin!”

You were in the middle of criticizing the education system when scott who is on the left side of you starts to breath really heavily, he faces contorted like he is struggling to breath, his hands fisted around the paper crumbling.

You call him but not out loud making him turns to you, he nods and get out the chair fast you follow him not paying attention into Mr. Harris calling your names at the action stiles soon follow.

Scott enters the guy’s locker room sliding down on the floor you crouch down in front of him stiles beside you.

“Scott?”

“Scott! “You take his hands on yours

“I can't--

“What's happening? Are you changing?” stiles ask anxiously, you shake your head no.

“No. No, I can't breathe.” He panted out.

The blue starts to glow around you two making scott lean back stiles dazedly pulls out scotts inhaler

“Here, use this.” He does without any protest the blue aura penetrate through his skin as he does a wave of calmness wash over him, around all of you.

“I was having an asthma attack?” he voices incredulously

“No, you were having a panic attack. But, thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack. Irony...” stiles trail off touch the blue aura “by the way this is awesome.”

“How did you know to do that?”

Stiles says silent for moment “he used to get them when his mom passed away” you answer for him.

“I looked at her, and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer.”

“Yeah. It's called heartbreak-- about two billion songs written about it.” stiles said nodding.

“I can't stop thinking about her.”

“Well, you could think about this-- her dad's a Werewolf Hunter, and you're a Werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue...”

“That wasn't helpful.”

“Scott, I mean, yeah. You got dumped. And it's supposed to suck.” You added.

“No, that's not it. It was like I could feel everything in the room-- everyone else's emotions.” He explained standing up.

“It's got to be the full moon. So, we'll lock you up in your room later, just like we planned. That way, the Alpha-- who is your boss-- can't get to you, either.”

“Again, I don’t think its Alan.” You shrug your shoulders

“I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room...”

“What...? You mean, because if you get out, you'd be caught by Hunters?”

“No... Because if I get out... I think I might kill someone.” Scott anxiously whispered.

You sigh “you won’t, we will help you don’t worry”

Stiles nod at your words “and now we have you rainbows shooting out of your hands. I’m sure we will be just fine. If scott tries to kill me you just blast him away a couple of yards” stiles flick his hands imitating you dismissing scotts offended look.

A laugh escapes you; things might not go as planned but if you got each other’s back, you all will be just fine.

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