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sunnyie-eve · 19 days

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20 | Second Set

Series: Indispensable | Teen Wolf

Paring: (Stiles Stilinski x OFC Martin)

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: None

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

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For cross country, Julia was first to be outside before the guys join her. "You know me being a virgin is literally a threat to my life." Stiles walks up to her.

"Excuse me?" She said not caught up.

"Oh, right. The three killings that have happened all have happened to virgins. God, your lucky you aren't at risk."

"Huh? Why do you say that?" She laughs at him.

"You and Isaac. Scott told me about you guys." He tells her.

"We never did any of that... We had a few heated make outs over the summer and that's all. I'm still a virgin just like you buddy." She laughs patting his back.

"Okay, well, we need to find people to have sex with so we don't die." He makes her laugh more.

"Three's, Stiles. Deer, Prada, and Birds. Heather, pool boy, and girl in the woods. I'm sure we're onto a different set of three's now."

"We can't be so sure." He huffs.

"Okay, so come over to my house after school and let's get it over with." She jokes with him since it would weird him out.

"Excuse me?" He looks at her with wide eyes. "Not, funny. I just had Danny joke with me."

"I'm serious. No strings attached. One night and done." She still plays along making it seem like she was serious, "Bonus since you aren't unattractive and I'm a Martin. I may be known as the odd one but I'm still considered attractive." She laughs.

"Why is your heart racing so much? We haven't even started running yet." Scott joins them chuckling at Stiles.

"Shut up." Stiles ignores the two.

While running Scott runs off so Stiles and Julia run together till they all come across the boy that went missing last night, dead body.

"See the way the twins looked at him." Isaac says as the four walk away.

"Yeah, like they have no idea what happened." Stiles says making Isaac say they knew. "The kid was strangled with a garrote, all right. Am I the only one realizing the lack of werewolfitude in these murders?" Stiles looks at us.

"You think it's a coincidence that they show up and people start dying?" Isaac says pointing back at them.

"Well, no, but I still don't think it's them." Stiles says.

"I actually agree with Stiles about them not killing them, but I also agree with Isaac on about they knew what's happening." Julia looks at the two.

"I don't know yet." Scott says as the boys ask him for his opinion.

"You don't know yet?" Stiles asks him.

"Well, he's got a point. Seriously, dude. Human sacrifices?"

"Scott, your eyes turn into yellow glow sticks, okay? Hair literally grows from your cheeks, and will immediately disappear. And if I were to stab you, it would magically heal. But you're telling me you're having trouble grasping human sacrifices?" Stiles makes to paint at him 100% agreeing with him.

"Also that you had to put a torches to your skin to have your two rings tattoo..." Julia adds.

"Sorry I can't can't have a tattoo like you where it heals normally." Scott rolls his eyes.

"How do you know she has a tattoo?" Isaac gets sidetracked.

"Huh?" Scott looks at him.

"Her butterfly tattoo." Isaac crosses his arms.

"Well, it's a Moth. Not a butterfly." Scott corrects him, "And umm, I went with her." Scott lies.

"Whatever her tattoo is... I don't care about Stiles point.. They killed that kid. They killed the girl that saved me. And I'm gonna kill them too." Isaac says walking off.

"Okay, changing the topic. Why did you tell Stiles I was with Isaac? Because I never said I was." Julia eyes Scott with her arms crossed.

"I told you not to say anything." Scott looks at Stiles.

"She said the most they did was heated make out sessions over the summer." Stiles puts his hands up making Scott cross his arms now.

"Exactly when did it start and end?" He asks thinking about the timeline.

"Why do you care?" She tilts her head and Stiles watches them confused and lost.

"I just wanna know."

"Oh, so you know where it placed?" She catches on so she laughs.

"Exactly!"

"What?" Stiles looks between the two. "Also, you have a tattoo? And you went with her?" Stiles says never having seen it.

"I'm not telling you now." She smiles at Scott walks off to the girl locker room.

"Please, fill me in." Stiles begs Scott but he ignores him.

In the next class it was just Stiles and Julia so he kept trying to ask her questions about what her and Scott were talking about and her tattoo.

"Yes, Stiles I have a tattoo but you can't see it. It's hidden because my mother would lose her mind. And Scott and I were just being annoying to each other. We did that over the summer when you weren't with us."

"You two hung out without me?!" He whispers shouts.

"Get over it." She laughs at him.

For lunch break, Stiles wouldn't give up on the fact they hung out without him. "Why did Scott go with you for you tattoo? Why didn't you invite me?"

"Because of your fear with needles. And we were already hanging out and I said I wanted one so we went." She lies to him.

"You're lying." He stops her.

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. When you lie you bite the inside of your cheek. I can see it go in some." He tells her.

"Creep, watching me that close."

"Why are you lying to me?" He crosses his arms.

"Fine! Since you must know! We were hanging out one night talking about random stuff and he kissed me. I kinda just gave in and we made out so he saw my tattoo." She just lets him know the secret.

"Scott kissed you first? And you kissed him back?"

"Yes, but it's was nothing just like me and Isaac. It was just fun with no meaning behind it." She explains to him.

"You've kissed Isaac and Scott." Stiles says feeling something he didn't like.

She grabs his face pulling him down till their lips met for a few seconds before she pulled back, "Correct. And now I kissed you, Scott and Isaac." She laughs walking off.

"Umm..." Stiles watches her walk off before puckering his lips trying to look at them.

"What are you doing?" Lydia walks by looking at him confused.

"Umm, nothing." He stops.

"Are you sure? You don't look like it." She laughs at him.

"I'm fine." He shakes his head going off to spy on his dad with Kyle's girlfriend.

As Stiles gets slapped by her while Julia was walking down the hall and sees it happened holding back her chuckle. Then waits on the side as his dad raises his voice at him about the murders.

When Noah walks away, Julia goes over to Stiles, "We need to find the new pattern. The more people get murdered... it's gonna be harder on your dad." She tells him so he turns to face her.

"The other question is how many sets of three's will there be?" He shakes his head.

"Sadly I'm not a psychic so I can't answer that." She looks at him.

"I feel like if you were you would be a lot more helpful than what you are."

"I would rather be psychic too but I'm not that lucky. Come on, let's go see if we can get anything from Kyle's locker memorial." She links her arm with him as they head down the hall.

"Okay, what's on here that gives us any clue?" Stiles looks at Kyle's locker with her as Boyd comes up to add something. "Whoa. Hey, Boyd! I didn't know you were back at school."

"Yeah, I would have told you, but we're not actually friends." He tells Stiles.

"Little rude but how well did you know Kyle? I see you guys were in Junior ROTC together." Julia asks him looking at what he added.

"Oh, so you guys were friends?" Stiles asks.

"I only had one friend. She's dead too." Boyd walks off from them.

"Well, he wasn't very helpful. But we know he was in ROTC if that's anything." Julia looks back at the locker.

"So we have to wait till someone else of found dead to see if they have anything in common?" Stiles asks her crossing his arms.

"I don't wanna say yes but probably." She makes a face, "Now, I gotta find my sister." Julia leaves his side so he just follows her. "Why are you following me?" She loos back at him.

"Scott is busy with the twins so..." He keeps following her as she finds Lydia.

"Lydia, so I'm gonna remind you again. Next time you have a hookup coming over try for me, shush." Julia gives her a smile.

"I'm sorry but he knew some things. Now, why are you following Julia like a lost puppy dog?" Lydia keeps walking by her sister's side with Stiles still behind them.

"Because Scott's dealing with the Alpha twins." Stiles says causing Lydia to stop, "You don't know about the twins?"

"Alphas?"

"Ethan and Aiden." Julia gives her a smile knowing about her liking Aiden.

"Oh, yeah. Yeah, I knew about them." Lydia lies.

"Okay, good. So look, here's what we've been thinking. That the murders maybe come in threes. Ancient people love things in threes, right? So maybe first, it's three virgins, and then, I don't know. Maybe it's three people who own little dogs."

"We own a little dog." They all stop walking.

"Technically Prada is yours. I wasn't and still not allowed a pet." Julia points out.

"Technically Prada is yours as well because you help take care of them and they seem to let you love on them more." Lydia points out as well, "And we're not getting rid of our dog." Lydia adds to Stiles.

"Would you two just think about getting rid of your little dog?"

"No. And by the way. You cannot discern a pattern by a single data point. So stop trying." Lydia tells him.

"So what? I'm just supposed to wait around for someone else to die, then? I'm just supposed to sit there and watch them die? Just wait for them to wither up and die right in front of me?" Stiles asks so Lydia tells him it's not his job.

"For starters, you're a human as well. Completely normal. But these are sacrifices and it seems like an Alpha pack has a bit of knowledge about it. So it's not for someone normal to figure out." Julia looks at Stiles.

"You have a free period at the end of the day right?" Stiles asks her.

"Yeah, why?"

"We're gonna go talk to someone that's human and knows a lot about the supernatural." He walks off so she follows him now.

They end up going to Deaton in hope he could help them in anyway about the sacrifices. Turns out he already knew but wasn't try to forget about the Druids. Julia gets a phone call from Lydia telling Stiles they had to go back to school because a teacher was taken.

Deaton goes with the two and listen to the recording on the phone and try to find anything to connect this threes. They find out what the next set was and it being warriors. Lydia points out Mr. Harris could also fall under the category of a military connection. They end up in his class room to find him gone but his papers he graded spell out Darach.

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scribeoffate · 3 months

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for the valentines ficlets truedemon + catfishing the hell out of them online leading up to the holiday pls?

Thanks for the prompt, anon!

Cut for explicit rating and vibes BDSM elements.

"Let me get this straight," Stiles says, leaning back in his desk chair and crossing his arms across his chest.

"I don't know that there's anything straight about it," Scott retorts.

He has Mystery Man's page open. There's no face in the picture, just his chest and abs and a picture of him- or someone, holding an erect cock that Scott has gotten off to more times than he wants to think about.

"That is not the point. The point is, you've never seen his face. You've never heard his voice. Those may or may not be pictures, but you get off on him telling you what to do." Stiles pauses. "AND he thinks you're in your late 30s?"

"And that my name is Miguel."

Stiles shakes his head. "Rude, using Derek's pseudonym like that."

"You using the name twice to lie to my dad and Danny doesn't make it *his*."

Stiles sighs. "And he wants to meet you at the club downtown tonight? And since you are not in your mid-thirties, but in fact, nineteen, you need a fake ID? And you think I can get one on next to notice?"

"Can you?"

"Scotty, of course I can. But what if he's some kind of serial killer?"

Scott flashes his eyes. "I think I can handle myself, don't you?"

Stiles shuffles through items on his desk before shoving him a card, with his name on it. The picture is close enough and makes Scott twenty-three.

Stile shrugs. "Lydia and I made everyone fake IDs after the fiasco in Mexico. We figured they might come in handy one day. Do NOT tell her that this is why I gave it to you."

Scott takes the card. "If he really were a serial killer, she'd know."

Stiles throws his hands up. "Will it help at all to tell you to be careful?"

Scott pockets the ID and types a message agreeing to meet Mystery Man at nine. "I"m always careful."

Scott doesn't tell Stiles the other details. About how the man ordered him to wear a butt plug and black briefs. Or the instructions to wear a black tank top, tight jeans and trainers. He'd had to look up what trainers meant and wondered if Mystery Man was British.

The idea of the man telling Scott what to do in an accent was almost enough to tip Scott over the edge, but the man had also told him not to come.

Scott's still hard when he makes his way to the club. The bouncer barely glances at his ID.

How will I know it's you, he types into his phone.

I'll know you, if you followed your orders

Scott's cheeks heat as he makes his way to the bar. He doesn't really want anything to drink, it doesn't do anything anyways.

why don't you dance? there's a group of attractive young men in the corner

you want me to dance with other men?

i want you to as you're told

then why phrase it as a question

Scott orders a Coke from the bar and watches the dots on his text message.

very well, if you must be so cheeky about it. join the young men, grind against at least two of them and find an excuse to lose your shirt before the next song is over

Scott swallows a drink of his soda and makes his way to the dance floor. The song's bassline thumps loudly against his enhanced hearing. He looks around for where Mystery Man might be while grinding against the nearest guy, who is definitely into it.

It doesn't really take that much to work up a sweat; the club is filled with bodies, and the dancing is rigorous and fast-paced. He peels off his shirt right as the song ends. He feels his phone buzz against his pants.

very good

Scott flushes from the praise. There's too many bodies to make out where his date might be hiding.

leave the shirt with a lucky young man and meet me in the allewya

Scott ignores Stiles's voice in his head, screaming about serial killers. If the man wants to hurt him(more than he wants), Scott can just scare him away. He gives the man he'd been grinding against the shirt with a sheepish smile before walking away.

The man smells disappointed but turns back to dancing quickly.

Scott finds his way to the side exit, into the alley.

It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. Strong arms grab him from behind.

"Has no one ever told you it's dangerous to meet strangers in alleyways? Miguel."

Scott's heart thumps wildly. He'd recognize that condescending voice anywhere. "I guess it's a good thing we aren't strangers."

Deucalion chuckles and runs a hand down Scott's side, tugging at his jeans. "I suppose we are not. In fact, we are rather, *intimately* acquainted. I've watched the videos you sent me frequently."

Scott doesn't resist as Deucalion tugs his jeans the rest of the way down, leaving him exposed, cock straining against his briefs.

"When did you know it was me?"

"Would you believe I didn't know for certain until this evening?"

"Does it matter if I do?"

Deucalion pulls at Scott's briefs and rips them away with claws. He's not careful and scratches Scott's skin enough that he smells blood. Scott's cock pulses.

Deucalion slides the butt plug out and slams into Scott without warning. "I thought you'd resist a little more than this," he whispers, grasping Scott's hips and thrusting.

"You gave it away early on," Scott gasps, "would you believe I knew it was you the second time we talked?"

Deucalion fists Scott's hair. He bites Scott's neck hard enough to hurt before answering. "Does it matter if I do?"

#teen wolf #scott mccall #deucalion #truedemon #the way this is very inspired by a current wip #but anyways banter is a genre okay #stiles stilinski

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amatchinwater · 1 year

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Pairing: Steo

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Tracy Stewart, Theo Raeken, Josh Diaz, Hayden Romero

Warnings: Use of kanima venom, paralysis, colon typical violence, character death (not steo),

Words: 2424

Prompt: @badthingshappenbingo square Poison/Venom

Ao3 link Masterlist

Don't Kidnap Stiles

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“Wha- ow,” Stiles moves to clutch his pounding skull only to find that he can’t move. “What the hell,” he squints his eyes open to find himself completely unfamiliar with his surroundings.

Then again, Stiles doesn’t think anyone has recognized these surroundings in a very long time. There’s dust everywhere, the couch he’s half sitting on has a disgusting, torn cover that might have once been white. But time and neglect have turned it a sickly brown-gray. The walls look like they’re literally decaying right before his eyes. Paint chipping and wallpaper half torn with shreds on the floor.

But the fact of the matter is, regardless of where he is, he can’t move.

Which can only mean one thing.

Tracy.

What did he possibly do to piss the kanima off? Stiles tries to avoid her as much as possible outside of pack related things. There’s nothing he could’ve done.

Where did she take him? All of the windows are boarded up, so he can’t see outside. Not that he can see all that well inside either. All of the lights he can see are busted, his only source is the natural light through the slats on the windows. So it’s daytime, that much he knows. But what day is it? How long has he been gone for?

Every horror movie he’s ever watched would heavily suggest that he should not do this. But Stiles has to face this eventually. Might as well have it be on his own terms. “Hello!” Stiles yells, “Tracy, are you here?”

She can’t be far, right? Just because he’s paralyzed doesn’t mean she’d just leave. Unless she knows exactly how long her venom lasts for. Which isn’t a fun thought if he’s honest.

“Tracy!” Stiles huffs, cool, so she just left him here to die probably. “Tra-”

“God, would you stop yelling?” Tracy appears around a corner, “it’s so fucking annoying.” The kanima crosses her arms over her chest and leans against the wall. “Do you need something, Your Highness?”

Your Highness? What? Stiles knows she’s not his biggest fan, but this is ridiculous. “Where am I, Tracy? What the hell is going on?” Okay, giving your kidnapper an attitude probably isn’t the best choice, but something’s gotta give. He needs answers.

“As if I’m going to tell you where you are,” she scoffs, shoving herself off the wall. Tracy stalks towards him, squatting in front of his knees, “but I guess I can’t see the harm in telling you why you’re here.”

Stiles bites away the sarcastic remark. He’s lucky enough that she didn’t get violent before. “Okay. Why am I here?” He asks, playing her little game.

“I want Theo,” she says plainly.

Stiles blinks. Then blinks twice. Was that supposed to be an explanation? Because it wasn’t. “What does that have to do with me?” He asks, carefully so he doesn’t sound rude. He’s so confused about the role he plays in this.

“Everything!” Tracy roars, snake eyes blazing angrily. If Stiles had the mobility to flinch, he would have. She shoots to her feet facing away and scoffs, “Theo doesn’t even look at me when you’re around!”

This is a joke, right? It has to be. Stiles has seen with his own two eyes the way Theo looks at her. Because in what world would someone who looks like Theo give two shits about him with someone like Tracy in the room? It just doesn’t make sense. Does Stiles find their Alpha unnecessarily attractive and have the worst crush on him? Without a doubt. But that doesn’t mean Theo wants him like that.

No way.

“Is this a joke?” Stiles snickers, though he tries not to. “Last I checked, Theo wanted you. He never pushes you away when you try to get close.”

The kanima whips around, “oh, but he has. You just don’t see it. I’ve tried to make it very clear that I want him. Pathetically thrown myself at him. But all he wants is you,” she seethes.

“Right,” Stiles quips, “sure.”

He never thought Tracy was the brightest crayon in the box, but he also didn’t think she was this stupid.

“He said so himself!” The kanima yells. “I asked him why I wasn’t good enough for him.” Tracy’s eyes tear up, “he said because I wasn’t you.”

Oh.

“Theo said that?” Stiles breathes out.

Color him shocked.

“He’s in love with you, you asshole. You don’t have to be so smug about it.”

“Tracy, I-”

“Spare me your pity,” the kanima sniffles, shaking her arms out, “I don’t need it.”

“But-”

“Besides,” she chuckles with a shrug, “you won’t be around much longer to be a problem.”

“What?”

No. No, no. Surely this was just meant to scare him. Tracy isn’t fucked up enough to kill him. Right?

Right?

“Goodnight, Stiles,” Tracy smirks, rushing the short distance and knocking him out cold.

With her venom coursing through his system, there wasn’t even a chance to defend himself.

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Stiles isn’t quite sure how long he’s been here for. Tracy has knocked him unconscious at least six times if his math is correct. And judging by how many different outfits he’s seen the kanima in, that he knows of, it’s been at least four days. Because he has no way of knowing how long he was here before he woke up the first time. Or if he’s slept more than one day after her punches. Not to mention how that many blows to the head could affect his brain.

Tracy has fed him twice. Two times in the minimum four days he’s been here. Which doesn’t make any sense to him. If the kanima wants Stiles dead so badly, starvation is a great way to achieve that. She also gives him a bed pan when he needs to go to the bathroom. Which isn’t often and has turned very dark in color due to dehydration. Tracy is surprisingly clinical about it, like undressing and redressing him is nothing of consequence to her.

She’s gone again. And with what little light is sneaking through the cracks, it’s somewhere in the early morning.

He misses Theo.

Stiles never thought he was allowed to do anything or ever voice his feelings to anyone but himself because of the visible heart eyes between Theo and Tracy. Or at least what he thought was obvious. But now, looking back on it, Stiles missed every time that Tracy tried to get close to their Alpha that Theo would come sit by him. Stiles assumed it was Theo not playing favorites. Giving attention to the human of his pack just as much as the others. Like he does with Mason.

But Theo was playing favorites!

And Stiles is his favorite.

How could he have been so stupid? Exactly how long could Stiles have been with Theo if he’d only paid better attention? A couple months? A year? The first time he walked into Theo’s house asking to be in his pack? Longer?

All that time, wasted on obliviousness and pining and Stiles could’ve had what he wanted.

Theo wants him.

If only he has a way out of here. But there’s not much Stiles can do just being human and with a constant tap of kanima venom in his veins.

Stiles’ finger twitches.

His eyes dart to his hand, daring the digit to move again. Tracy has been gone for a while. There’s a lot more daylight coming through the windows now. Maybe the venom is wearing off. Focus, and Stiles might just get out of this. Even as a human he stands a small chance. All he needs is a little luck.

What’s the scene from Kill Bill? Wiggle your big toe. In Stiles’ case, his pointer finger, but the concept still stands.

Move. Your. Finger.

“Ha!” Stiles cheers in triumph, his finger lifting up and down from the couch at his command. “Come on, Stilinski, keep it u-”

The front door bursts open, Tracy hastily slamming it shut and locking it. Stiles doesn’t need to be able to smell chemosignals to know she’s nervous; terrified even. And the kanima is clutching her side, breath labored.

“Stupid,” Tracy mutters, “so stupid,” as she stumbles towards him grunting. She only makes it halfway before her legs give out and she crumbles against the wall. Tracy pulls her hand back showing it slick with blood. She winces as she presses it on the wound again.

“You’re hurt,” Stiles states.

Tracy snaps, “it’ll heal.”

“What happened?”

The kanima ignores him and growls, taking her hand off the wound again to inspect it.

“What happened?” Stiles repeats.

“Theo happened,” Tracy seethes, half lunging towards him before wincing again. “I thought I could try one last time. The pack was in the kitchen and I was alone with him in the living room.”

Stiles’ leg twitches, but the kanima is too busy telling him her story to notice. Good. Focus on yourself so that the rest of your venom can wear off. Her being wounded increases his chances of making it out of here.

“So I cuddled up to him,” Tracy huffs, “played it off like I was just scenting my pack, trying to help him feel better about still not being able to find you. And then I straddled his lap.” Stiles swallows the bile in his throat. “I kissed him. At first I thought he was going to kiss me back. His hands were on my waist and he groaned. But-” she stops, sounding choked up.

“But?” Stiles asks, pretending like he’s hanging onto every word she’s saying. But in reality, the longer she takes to tell her story, the more time her paralytic has to run its course. He can almost turn his head. Knowing Theo has been looking for him fuels his fight.

“He asked why I smelled like you,” Tracy snarls. “Apparently I didn’t clean your stink off of me well enough when I left last.”

Theo recognizes his scent. And is upset that he’s gone. Hopefully he and his father are raising hell to look for him.

“When I couldn’t give him a good enough answer, Theo sunk his claws into my sides and threw me off of him.” Tracy stands up gingerly and Stiles’ whole body tenses. He’s so close, she can’t scratch him now. “I ran like hell to get here. Time to finish the job. If he wants you so badly, he can find your corpse.”

Shit.

Tracy’s movements are sluggish and his limbs aren’t entirely his own just yet. All Stiles can do is throw himself off the couch and try to crawl away. A slug moves faster. Her hand fists the back of his flannel, throwing Stiles into the wall she was just slumped against.

He definitely felt that.

Numb hands brush the broken glass from his palms right as the front door is kicked in, sending it right off its hinges. Bits of wood splinters clatter on the floor followed by a vicious, loud roar. Both Stiles and Tracy recoil at the sound. The former from the mere volume, the latter out of fear.

Theo, with violently glowing red eyes, rushes into the house; Josh and Hayden behind him.

“Stiles,” the Alpha falls to his knees in front of him while his packmates subdue Tracy. “I’m gonna get you out of here in just a second, Angel,” Theo brushes hair off of Stiles’ forehead before kissing the exposed skin.

“Angel?” Stiles snorts despite himself. It’s cute and he definitely likes it, he just didn’t fully know what to expect if he ever saw Theo again.

“Yes,” Theo smiles softly, stroking his cheek, “Angel. Would you prefer Baby and Sweetheart too? ‘Cause I can do that.” But then the Alpha notices the state of him. The multicolor bruises on his nose and face from Tracy punching him. The lethargy in Stiles’ limbs. The blood on his palms. Theo’s eyes burn red again, “you’re hurt, baby. She hurt you,” the words are more animalistic in nature, Theo’s anger rising.

“Theo, I’m-”

The Alpha gets up, “Josh, help him,” he commands, seeing Tracy isn’t going anywhere with the hold Hayden has on her hair.

Even from the back you can see the authority in Theo’s posture. His stance is sure as he stalks towards the kanima.

Josh is at his side in an instant, “I’m so sorry, Stiles.” The raiju gently grabs his hands and takes his pain, breathing life back into Stiles’ muscles and reducing the throbbing in his head. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Stiles whispers, eyes never leaving Theo. His palms don’t even sting anymore.

“Hayden,” Theo nods his head in their direction.

“But-” she looks unsure.

“Aww, don’t worry,” the Alpha coos, “Tracy’s not going anywhere.” His voice turns cold, “are you?” The kanima shakes her head no, so Hayden joins Stiles’ side, helping Josh get him to his aching feet. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“Theo, I’m sorry,” Tracy whimpers, curling her shoulders to appear small. “I- I don’t- I’m sorry. I love you and I-”

“You took him from me!” Theo shouts in a growl, “you hurt him!”

“He never tried to do anything,” the kanima babbles, “never acted like he wanted you. You deserve better-”

“I was happy just to have him around!”

Despite the scene, Stiles’ heart warms knowing that even if he’d never voiced his feelings, that him simply being in the pack was enough for the Alpha.

“I’m sorry,” Tracy cries. “I didn’t know what else to do. You don’t notice m-me. I’m sorry, p-please show mercy, Theo,” she begs.

“You might not want to watch this,” Hayden says under her breath, trying to turn Stiles away.

“No,” Stiles fights her hold, eyes locked on the scene. He won’t look away.

“Theo, please,” she sniffles, the Alpha all of two inches away now.

“No,” Theo snarls, claws sinking into the kanima’s throat. “You don’t deserve mercy,” he says, ripping out her jugular and tossing it aside. Theo’s in front of him before her body hits the floor. “Let’s get you home, Angel. Mason and Corey are making your favorite. Your dad should be there soon too.”

“I missed you so much,” Stiles admits, falling into the Alpha’s chest.

“I missed you too, Angel,” Theo cups his cheeks to kiss his forehead. “I missed you too.”

Stiles chokes up a bit, leaning in to properly kiss Theo for himself. Feeling safe for the first time in a long time simply by being in Theo’s arms.

#teen wolf #steo #stiles stilinski #theo raeken #theo x stiles #stiles x theo #ao3 fic #Match Writes #bad things happen bingo

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triskhellion · 10 months

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Messy Draft Monday Tuesday

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from my currently untitled Expanse AU Sterek fic that I probably won't get to work on for a while because I have so many other things to do ahhhh!

Mieczysław “Stiles” Stilinski was not having a good day, but that wasn’t unusual for a young Belter so often surrounded by Squats and Dusters on stations who, in addition to looking down (or rather up) at him took so much of what they’d been gifted by circumstance of birth for granted. The arrogance that came from wealth and technology or the privilege of breathing free air. And yet he was also a lucky one and would never forget that.

Unlike his own mother who had wasted away from an illness that was still uncommon, but increasing among their people, Stiles was generally healthy and free of the ravages of malnourishment and low-gravity, having nice, strong bones despite never having set foot on anything that wasn’t rock or metal. A perk that came from his father, a former Earther lawman who had given up the planet to be with his mother, having had access to the proper meds when he’d worked for Star Helix while Stiles was gestating and then a growing boy.

So yeah, he’d been lucky. But it seemed that that luck was about to run out because what was unusual about today was the fact that his small, malfunctioning vessel was now being approached by a Martian warship. This was so not the kind of "help" he’d been hoping for when he toggled on the distress beacon hours ago.

Stiles had no choice, but to let them board lest he be assumed a criminal and given so-called Martian justice, i.e., blown up. The first to enter was a blonde she-wolf with a frankly unnerving grin, followed by a bald, dark-skinned guy with eyes that took in everything. Lastly, came an intense looking Growler with an air of authority who he assumed to be the Alpha and was somehow unfairly attractive even underneath the tinted face plate of his light armor. No doubt the pilot and any others remained behind to guard the ship and be ready to take off at a moment’s notice.

The three wolves dug through his things and poked at his dashboard despite his agitated protestations and Baldy soon informed him matter-of-factly that his ship was “all fucked up.” He then told Stiles that unless he had an account full of scrip or something far more valuable than the heap of junk he’d nicknamed Roscoe to barter with that he wasn’t getting a tow much less a repair job from a mech.

Fuck. He began to panic in earnest as the reality of not only losing one of the last things he had left of his mother, but likely dying out here stranded and alone took hold. There was no guarantee that others would pass by in time — or care to stop if they did — and the Martians were under no obligation to take him with them, to share their air and water and transport him to a station. He’d heard of many such cases before, inferior “Skinnies” like him left to die by ghoulish Inners (or even worse, fellow Belters) who often had no qualms about circling back some time later to scavenge freely from the ships turned tombs.

Eyes closed, Stiles shuddered at the thought of his father either finding out about his incredibly pointless death or never knowing exactly what happened to him and couldn’t decide which would be worse. He was beginning to feel light-headed when all of a sudden a heavy hand clamped down on his shoulder.

“Breathe,” a voice commanded. Despite his usual aversion to authority figures, his own Daddio something of an exception, he latched onto the voice and did as instructed, managing to calm himself faster than he normally could. When he opened his eyes the Alpha was right there, that piercing gaze boring into him. He blinked and jerked back, anxious and defensive about his vulnerability around these strangers. These imperious Martian wolves.

The blonde snorted and muttered something about leaving him for his own to find if he was going to be that way and his heart began pounding again.

“Reyes!” the Alpha snarled warningly and she made the motion of baring her throat — kind of a hilarious gesture wearing armor — before throwing up her hands and clomping back to their ship. Glowing red eyes turned back toward Stiles, making him swallow nervously. Yep, definitely just fear and nothing else. “Hurry up and get your things, you’re coming with us.”

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#sterek #sterek fanfic #wip

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 2 years

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Hi! I sent an ask a while ago but I'm not sure it went through. I was wondering if you could rec any business sterek fic, where one of them is the boss and the other is their significant other? Bonus points if other ppl (non-pack) mistake the s/o as someone they can boss around only to get corrected really quick by the boss.. hoping this makes sense 😅

I sure do.

in the heat of the moment by anarcheologist (sensalito)

(1/1 I 1,673 I Explicit)

Stiles is Derek(lovingly dubbed "fire-breathing dragon, spawn of Satan" by his subordinates)'s secretary.

Formerly "Ain't no other Knight capable of handling the hotness"

accidentally? by bibliosexual

(1/1 I 3,683 I Mature)

BOSS: “know why I called you in here?” ME: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic” BOSS [stops pouring 2 glasses of wine]: “accidentally?”

yup.

Or, in which Derek receives a surprising email one morning.

Answer (at the end of the line) by ChrysX

(1/1 I 6,771 I Mature)

Derek , for the sake of his own sanity, was trying really hard to look at things with a hopeful perspective. Maybe this day would be different from the cloudy haze that were the rest. Maybe today something would happen and he would finally start living. Surprisingly..for once in his life… Derek was right. Something did happen.

The one where Derek is trapped in an unhappy marriage with Kate Argent and then Stiles happens.

What a pair we make by tugela54

(4/4 I 16,905 I Explicit)

When Stiles’ boss unexpectedly goes into rut, he offers himself to the lycan, knowing all too well how utterly terrifying it can be.

Will his gamble pay off, or ruin everything…?

Hope in a Stranger by SophieTrancy

(10/10 I 27,857 I Explicit)

None of this should have happened. None of it should have been possible. One night changed it all.

Derek had lived through the unthinkable. He walked away unscathed when his wife and daughter weren't so lucky, only to find hope in a stranger. Stiles had been used and broken by a man who didn't appreciate what he had when he had it. The same man who took the greatest joy in his life away from him, only to find hope in a stranger.

An AU where one night spent together changed both of their lives forever.

Not Like Bond & Moneypenny by WhoNatural

(1/1 I 29,869 I Mature)

(AKA, the Ugly Betty AU where Stiles is totally Betty)

Stiles thinks he’s finally getting a break when a job at the sleek, sophisticated, Alpha Magazine opens up - but soon realises he’s not going to be writing anything and instead is playing tutor-slash-babysitter to their new Editor-in-Chief. Derek’s spoiled, grumpy, in way over his head...and so painfully attractive it makes Stiles want to lick his face. So there’s very little choice in the matter.

“Totally not like that,” he maintains, “It’s not like we’re Bond and Moneypenny.”

Scott gives him an excited grin, chuckling. “Dude, you’re totally his Miss Moneypenny!” he says, eyes wide like the world just finally started to make sense. “You’re the only one who won’t sleep with him even though you’re dying to.”

Husbands for sale by mirkwood131

(7/10 I 31,268 I Teen)

When Stiles Stilinski pressed ‘enter’ and his Tinder account was created, he sort of expected the flow of comments that varied from 'hey beautiful’ to 'I want to come on your face’. What he didn’t expect was going on a sort of date with a guy that looked like Adonis. Or at least, that’s what his profile picture looked like. And when they finally meet, he has the shock of his life: or better, the catfisher is catfished by his worst nightmare (in the form of his boss).

Hidden Expectations by Lislmf123

(32/32 I 52,884 I Explicit)

Derek is the boss and Stiles is his loyal employee. One work night, things change between the two and it flips Stiles world upside down.

Don’t Take Your Work Home With You by step_lightly_little_wren

(12/12 I 56,083 I Explicit)

Stiles was suddenly reminded of those Choose Your Own Adventure books. He wished he could have looked ahead to see if choosing, “I want to climb you like a tree,” would land him in the sexy sex-beast’s sexy sex-lair or the unemployment line in the mystical Land of Fired-For-Sexually-Harassing-His-Boss.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #boss/employee #anon

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christinesficrecs · 3 years

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Rare Books and Special Collections | 15.2K | Explicit

In which Derek is a grumpy omega writer, and Stiles is an annoyingly attractive alpha special collections librarian.

Let's Talk About Sex! | 7.2K | Explicit

In which Stiles works at the Student Sexual Health Center and Derek uses sex questions as an excuse to talk to him.

Bite Down Hard | 25.7K | Explicit

In which Secret Service Agent Derek Hale accidentally gets bonded to First Son Stiles Stilinski. Oops.

Midnight Wolf vs Abominable Snowman! | 20.4K

Derek almost makes the mistake of saying, It’s not fanart, but he manages to catch himself, biting his tongue. This stranger, who’s already identified himself as at least a casual fan of Midnight Wolf, doesn’t need to know that he actually is the artist and author, not just another fan.

Red Light's Already Off | 3.3K

Stiles isn't a hooker. He just plays one on TV.

How to Pretend You're Not a Virgin and Other Sordid Tales | 5.3K

In which Stiles is a bestselling erotica novelist and Lydia makes him attend a convention to promote his upcoming book.

All You Ever Needed to Know About Knotting | 4.7K | Explicit

In which Stiles writes an advice column about knotting and Derek is smitten. Also they're neighbors.

Hemingway Can Suck It | 10K

In which Stiles is a Biology professor and Derek thinks he's a student.

Misinterpret Me Like Lolita | 10.9K

“You don’t even know the course name?” Derek growls after the guy blushes and stutters out an answer, because, Jesus, he thought the university had standards.

And it sounds like the course the guy is describing is his. Isn’t it just his lucky day? No breakfast and another student who doesn’t give a shit about the course material.

This class is going to be hell – he’s calling it now.

Leave the Black Light | 1.8K | Explicit

“We shouldn’t,” Derek protests, although the way he grips Stiles’ hips a little too tightly betrays what he really wants. “There’s another class in here in less than half an hour.”

“Then I guess we’ll have to be quick,” Stiles says, unconcerned. “Good thing I came prepared.”

You're Drowning (No I'm Not!) | 6.5K

In which Derek is a lifeguard and Stiles goes to the pool way too often.

French Silk Pie, Baby | 2.6K

"See, your angel of a sister - " Derek scoffs. Cora hasn’t been an angel since she was five months old. " - agreed to date me, because my visa is about to expire and - "

"I’d have to marry you for that, dumbass," Cora butts in, rolling her eyes.

"Are you saying you wouldn’t marry me to keep me in the country?" Stiles asks, sounding mildly offended.

"Hell no," Cora snorts, earning her a wounded look from Stiles.

Derek Watches Rom Coms (Pass It On) | 2.4K

“Are you watching The Princess Bride?”

Derek stares at Stiles, wide eyed, trying to find a plausible excuse to get himself out of this mess.

“Dude, I love this movie!” Stiles announces, plopping himself down on the other side of the couch.

What.

Say It With Me (Don't Assume) | 11.5K | Explicit

Derek knows way too much about how omega heat suppressants work now, after having been partnered with Stiles for as long as he has. They’re probably his favorite thing to bitch about whenever they’re stuck on a stakeout. Of course, omegas on the force aren’t required to take them. Derek’s never really understood why Stiles does, if he hates them so much, especially –

– especially because he’s bonded.

A Little Agony | 40.7K | Explicit

“There is one way we could do it,” Derek finally says, making both Stiles and Lydia perk up, looking at him expectantly.

Blame the Pierogi | 1.6K | Explicit

In which Claudia and Laura have competing pizza restaurants and Stiles and Derek are sent to steal each others' secret recipes.

Wrong Numbers Are Mental Health Hazards | 2.3K | Mature

The problem with Stiles’ phone is that, in his contacts, “Derek” is listed right under “Danny.” Meaning that sometimes things go to the wrong person.

Things like sexts.

Never Accept Gifts From An Arsonist | 2.5K | Mature

“I mean, dude, the fire alarm’s going off and you stroll out of the building reading – what is that? Balto?” Hot Neighbor Guy continues, flailing a little as he gestures to the book in Derek’s hand. “This is not a middle school fire drill!”

“You’re new here,” is Derek’s highly intelligent answer.

The Way to My Heart (French Insults) | 10.4K

In which Derek gets roped into being the 'eligible bachelor' on a dating show and instead falls for one of the show's interns.

#sterek #sterek fics #ficrecs #fanfic writers #classic sterek fics #kurikuri #orphaned fics #dibidibidismol

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teenwolffanclub-me · 4 years

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How Drunk Are You? (Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

Summary: You and your best friend, Stiles, can’t decide who’s more drunk after a night out with the pack. It doesn’t take long for your little competition to get out of hand.

Word count: 4,752

Warnings: drunk (but consensual) sexy times

Notes: I got this idea while drunk and may have gotten a little carried away but this one really just spoke to me so here ya go 😅

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You tumble out of the Uber, nearly falling flat on your face before a firm hand juts out of the car to steady you.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” Stiles chuckles from behind you as he steps out onto the sidewalk. “You’re way more fucked up than I thought.”

You twirl around to face him, nearly losing your balance for the second time. You furrow your brows and poke a finger into his chest harshly.

“You, sir, are wrong. I’m completely sober.” You wobble a bit in your heels, and he just rolls his eyes before slamming the car door shut and waving off your driver.

He takes only one step forward before his knees buckle, almost sending him crumpling to the ground beside you. He puts a hand on your shoulder to steady himself, breaking into a fit of giggles at his own intoxicated state. He’s trying to be the responsible one but honestly, he may be more gone than you.

You can’t help but laugh along with him as you help each other to your front door. Once there, you try turning the knob before realizing with a huff that you have to unlock it first. You let go of Stiles, who nearly loses his balance again, to rummage through your purse for the keys.

The bag suddenly seems endless as you shove receipts, sticks of gum, lip gloss, and other random shit out of the way to find your keychain. Finally, after what feels like several minutes to your drunk brain, you find them.

“Ah ha!” You call triumphantly and hold them up against your dim porch light.

“Hey. I’ll prove I’m more sober.” Stiles perks up with an idea, his caramel eyes dancing with amusement. “I bet I can unlock the door without looking.”

A laugh bubbles in your chest at the image of him doing that, and you instantly hand him the keys. You don’t think he’s actually coherent enough to succeed, but you know it’ll be entertaining to watch him try.

He waggles his eyebrows at you as he takes the keys and turns so that his back is to the door. He fumbles around blindly, chewing on his bottom lip in concentration. Your breathing slows as your eyes track the movement. You swallow thickly, feeling the familiar attraction you have for your best friend—that you usually keep tightly packed away—rise to the surface.

Admittedly, you’re a horny drunk. You can’t help but flirt with everyone and anyone you encounter while out partying, including your best friends that you’d never consider sleeping with, not even while intoxicated. But Stiles was a different story.

You’d been attracted to the spaz since you met him freshman year, although it was clear nothing was going to happen due to his obsession with a certain raven haired beauty. That was a couple years ago at this point, and he’d moved on, but the two of you were much too close to act on any lingering feelings now.

You laugh again as he continually fails to unlock the door, and decide to help him out. You lean forward, your chest only an inch away from his, and wrap your fingers around his hand. He stiffens against you, but you don’t notice through your drunk haze.

You peer over his shoulder and guide the key to where it needs to be, easily unlocking the door within seconds.

“You lose.” You quip, standing up straight to smirk at him before popping the door open and skipping inside.

What you don’t see is the way Stiles stands there for several moments collecting himself. You hadn’t even done anything, he thought. You’d barely touched him and here he was, clutching his chest in an effort to slow his racing heart. He was so screwed, being alone with you right now, but he was also way too drunk to do anything about it.

He clears his throat and finally walks inside, closing and locking the door behind him. Even while completely plastered, he knows a random supernatural creature could attack at any moment. Not that a wooden door would do much to keep them out, but the action was just muscle memory at this point.

He finds you lounging on the couch, your legs dangling over the armrest. He scratches at the side of his head as his eyes trail over you, trying his best not to make his simmering lust obvious. You were easily the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and that was when you were wearing sweats.

Right now, with you laying there, your skirt riding up and your breasts peaking out from the low neckline of your crop top, he was finding it hard to control his attraction.

“It’s my turn.” You push yourself up onto your elbows and let your eyes sweep around your living room and kitchen. “I bet I can make the fries I have in my freezer without burning the whole place down.”

Stiles groans excitedly at the idea. Anything greasy sounds like the absolute best thing he could put into his stomach right now. He nods encouragingly and you sway to your feet, giggling as you almost fall once again. You take a detour and slide your heels off at the front door, sighing with content as your feet finally relax.

He follows close behind you as you prance your way into the kitchen, telling himself it’s to keep you safe but knowing it’s actually because it gives him an amazing view of your ass. You preheat the oven and pop the freezer open before crouching down to rummage through your cabinets for a pan.

Stiles wants to avert his eyes. He wants to be a respectable young man and not openly gawk at his best friend, but he can see the edge of your red lacy panties with you bending over like that. He chews on his bottom lip and watches as you search for whatever it is you’re looking for. He can’t even remember what you’re supposed to be doing with your body on display like that.

You finally find the right pan for the job and pull it out with a triumphant smile before standing upright, much to Stiles’ dismay. You place the baking sheet on the stovetop and pour out a heaping pile of fries before resealing the bag and putting them away.

You turn on your heel to face your best friend, who was still somewhat in a daze, giving him jazz hands with a big grin.

“Ta-da!” You bounce your way over to the large island in the middle of your kitchen, proud of yourself for completing the first step of your bet.

Stiles’ hooded eyes follow you, his heart racing in his chest. He honestly can’t believe how lucky he is to call you his best friend. The two of you—along with the pack of course—had gone through so much the last few years. It was a miracle any of you were still alive, although not all of you were.

It was with the realization, that life is short and that he loves the shit out of you, that he decides to throw caution to the wind. You jump up onto the island, blissfully unaware of the breakthrough he just made. He gulps, the sight of you level with him now, your mini skirt all hiked up around your thighs and your tight crop top giving him a peak of midriff almost too much to handle.

He isn’t sure if he’ll regret this in the morning, but he’s also too drunk to care. Right now, he wants you more than he’s ever wanted anything. He walks toward you slowly, his eyes trailing up and down your form as if it’s the first time he’s seeing it.

Your brows furrow at his sudden change in demeanor, the darkness swirling in his caramel eyes too hard to decipher from this distance. You watch closely as he moves forward until he’s only a foot away. He leans down, still taller than you even while you’re sitting on the counter, each of his hands bracing against the marble beside your hips.

“Stiles...?” Your voice trials off in question as you search his face.

“I bet,” He swallows down the last bit of hesitation bubbling in his throat and lets his eyes flutter down to your lips. “You won’t kiss me right now.”

Your breath catches at his words. Your eyes widen and you aren’t even sure you heard him correctly. Your mind instantly starts racing with questions. Is he just saying this because he’s drunk? Or could he possibly return the feelings you’ve been harboring for years?

To be completely honest, you don’t really care. You’ve wanted him for so long, and he looks ridiculously enticing in his red flannel and black bomber jacket. It was the alcohol that made you do it, sure, but it was more so the fact that you’ve wanted to kiss this man since you met him.

You cup the sides of his face and jerk him down to you, closing those last few inches. Your lips wrestle with his and he stiffens against you as if surprised, despite being the one to initiate this. The kiss isn’t pretty. It’s messy and heated. A battle of tongues and teeth as both of you fight for dominance.

One of his hands moves to your exposed knee, the other gripping your waist firmly. He lets out a broken moan against you, his head tilting to give him more room to devour you. Your hands tangle in his hair and you arch into him as his long fingers tentatively slide beneath the edge of your crop top.

Internally, he’s freaking the fuck out. He didn’t think you’d actually do it. He fully expected you to laugh the bet off and move on, but here you are. Kissing the shit out of him. He knows that he will never be able to come back from this moment. No matter what happens after this, he has to have you.

You pull away first, breathless, not from the kiss itself but because it’s him. It’s Stiles. Your best friend. You’re honestly a little surprised that he’s such a good kisser. Sure, he’s had girlfriends over the years, but damn.

The two of you sit painfully still for several moments. Stiles is afraid that if he moves even an inch, he’ll break whatever spell had come over you. He leans forward minutely, desperately wanting to kiss you again, but you press a hand to his chest and practically shove him away.

His eyes widen as he stumbles back, nearly falling to the floor, panic tightening in his chest. Did he fuck up? You regret it already? Is everything ruined forever?

You chew on your bottom lip as you look at him. His hair is all wild, his cheeks are flushed, his lips are plump and glistening. He’s sex on legs, and you’ve barely even gotten a taste. That one kiss is all it took to ignite the lust that’d been simmering within you all night.

You pull in a shaky breath, knowing that if you’re ever going to make a move, it has to be right now.

“I bet,” You say slowly, your voice low and sultry as you watch his eyes flicker over your face. “I can make you hard without even touching you.”

Stiles sputters silently, brain short circuiting at your words. He’s frozen in place. He wants to pump a fist into the air because this is actually happening but his muscles won’t move. He just nods, his eyes wide and mouth agape.

You giggle at his dumbstruck expression as you jump down from the island, the food on the stove completely forgotten. The edge of your lips twitch up into a smirk when you take a small step toward him and he stiffens. A surge of confidence moves through you at the sight of unmistakable desire in his eyes.

You hold his gaze as you grip the edge of your top and peel it over your head slowly. You’re suddenly very grateful that past you chose to wear your favorite matching red lacy set. Stiles’ eyes instantly trail down your exposed torso, although they keep flickering back to your breasts as if unable to look away.

You run your hands slowly along your shoulders, over your chest, and down your stomach. Stiles watches every one of your movements like they’re supplying the air he needs to breathe. You push your thumbs into the waistband of your mini skirt and pull it down a fraction of an inch before letting it go with a snap against your skin.

Stiles jumps at the sound, his glazed eyes locked onto the place your hands had just been. You take a few steps toward him, swaying slightly, and can’t help but giggle. This situation really is pretty ridiculous. You’re in your kitchen, preforming a strip tease for your best friend. It’s not something you ever thought you’d do.

You don’t stop until you’re only inches away from his heaving chest. You bat your eyelashes up at him and turn around so your back is just a hairs length from him. You bend over slowly, flicking your hair over your shoulder to look up at him as you wiggle your hips sensually.

You hear his shaky intake of breath and can’t help but smirk. If you’d known the effect you had on him, you would’ve done this years ago. He’s absolutely itching to touch you. His fingers are twitching at his sides in anticipation, but he doesn’t want to overstep your boundaries.

He wants to take you. To claim you as his. Pull you back against him and ravish you like the goddess you are. But he holds himself back. The ball is in your court, and he’s going to let you have your fun until he’s sure you’re ready for him.

You stand up straight and turn to face him, eyes skimming down to the obvious bulge at the front of his jeans. A slow smile pulls at your lips.

“You lose again.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. You’re afraid that if you speak any louder, it’ll break this tension, this electricity between you.

It’s at this moment that he snaps, his earlier thoughts instantly forgotten. He just can’t take it anymore. He’s been restraining himself for years and right now, after the show you just gave him, he can’t wait even a second longer to have you.

At once, you’re in his arms. He leans forward and captures your lips with his, sliding his palms down the backs of your legs before hiking them up around his waist. You squeal against him and tighten your thighs to hold yourself up.

His hands are on your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he blindly walks both of you toward the stairs. He doesn’t need to look. He has the entire layout of your house memorized after being here almost daily for years. He clambers up to the second floor, staggering and pausing a few times to deepen your kisses.

You feel feverish. His skin on yours is causing some sort of reaction. You’re burning up, hot crackling desire twisting in your stomach. You don’t even realize that he shoves his way through your bedroom door until he tosses you onto your bed. You bounce a few times, bracing your hands on the soft mattress to keep yourself upright.

Your eyes widen at the sight of him at the foot of your bed. He’s looking at you with this heat, this need. It makes you want to give him anything he asks for. You’re his, whether he knows it yet or not. You’re completely gone for your spaz of a best friend.

He suddenly takes a step forward and grips your ankles in each of his hands. He jerks you toward him until your legs are dangling off the edge of the bed. He pulls them apart and stands between them before dropping to his knees. Your eyes widen knowingly, a spark of excitement igniting in your chest.

“I bet I can make you cum in less than five minutes.” He smirks at the awestruck expression overtaking your face.

You nod your head enthusiastically, wanting nothing more than for him to ease the throbbing need between your legs. He runs his fingers up your shins, torturously slow, before stopping to squeeze your thighs gently. His eyes never leave yours as he moves higher and higher, dangerously close to exactly where you want him.

Stiles leans up and connects your lips again, this time a languid kiss as he lightly guides you down to the bed. You prop yourself up onto your elbows as he peppers gentle kisses down the column of your throat. A shudder moves through you at the feeling of his hair brushing against your heated skin as he moves across your collarbone.

He traces a path down your chest, stopping at your breasts to lap at your hardened nipples. You moan loudly, the feeling of his warm breath against you, along with the course material of your lacy bra enough to make you cum on its own.

He moves lower and lower until his fingers slide beneath the waistband of your skirt. His lips never leave you as he tugs it down over your hips before discarding it somewhere on the floor behind him. Your panties quickly join the pile as you shiver on your bed, dripping core now exposed to the chilly air of your bedroom.

Stiles’ darkened eyes flicker up toward yours as he parts your thighs and dives between them. You cry out when his tongue expertly brushes your clit, throwing your head back against the mattress. One of his hands glides up to squeeze your hip, while the other teases your entrance.

A pitiful whimper escapes you when he inserts a finger. It’s so long and thick and wow you’re really doing this with your best friend. He groans against you, sending delicious vibrations through your body. One of your hands tangles in his hair, pulling harshly when he flicks his tongue against your sensitive bud again.

You steal a glance down toward him and feel your heart swell at the look he’s giving you. His eyes are shining with adoration as he laps at your core like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.

Your eyes roll back when he pushes another finger inside you and starts pumping them quickly. You feel your stomach tightening already as his free hand snakes up to pinch your nipples delicately.

“Stiles...” You murmur breathlessly, back arching as another wave of pleasure crashes down onto you.

He nearly explodes in his jeans at the sound of his name on your lips like that. His eyes pinch shut as he tries to reel in his own desire so he can fully focus on you. He groans against you at the feeling of your core clenching around his fingers. He pulls them almost completely free before slamming them back inside, smirking at the way it makes you whine.

All it takes is one more lick against your clit, and you’re coming. You cry out, your body trembling from head to toe as intense waves of pleasure move through you. Stiles can’t help but moan at the sound as his free hand slides across your stomach to push you down against the bed.

He doesn’t stop until you sag against the mattress, completely spent. He finally pulls away, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand as a big grin overtakes his face. He’s been wanting to do that for way too long, and honestly can’t believe it just happened for real. He’s imagined it enough times to know it would be amazing, but that had exceeded his expectations.

You’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen. All sweaty, flushed chest heaving, pupils blown wide from pleasure that he gave you. A sense of pride swells in his chest at the fact that he was able to make you feel so good.

Once you snap out of your blissful haze, you sit upright and jerk him toward you. You hungrily devour his lips, not feeling the least bit satiated by that mind blowing orgasm. You want—no, need—him. Right now.

He clambers up onto the bed, one of his hands moving to cup the back of your head as he climbs on top of you. You slide your hands along his shoulders beneath his flannel and practically rip it from his body. Next comes his undershirt, followed by the belt around his waist.

Your shaky hands fumble with the button of his jeans for a few seconds before he bats them away to undo it himself. Within seconds they’re gone too, joining the pile of clothes on your carpeted floor. You drag your fingers down his broad chest, pausing over the small patch of hair between his pecks.

He shudders against you, lips leaving yours to suck and lick his way down your neck. You palm him through his boxers and he grunts lowly, stiffening at the feeling. A trembling sigh falls past your lips as you explore his hard length through the thin fabric.

Suddenly impatient, you use both hands to pull the barrier down, eyes widening as his cock springs free. It’s so much bigger than you imagined. You’d spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about your best friend’s dick, but it still hadn’t prepared you for the real thing.

You wrap your fingers around him and he freezes against you. He presses his forehead to your shoulder as you pump him slowly. A moan rumbles through your chest at the feeling of him so exposed, so primal on top of you.

All he can do is huff out a few quick gasps as just your fingers set his body ablaze. He honestly feels like he might combust with the way his heart is sputtering in his chest. It takes every ounce of his willpower to peel your fingers away from him. He knows he won’t last long and he desperately wants to be inside you.

“Can I...is it okay if...” He doesn’t even know what he’s trying to say. He’s so tightly wound, so high off your presence that he can barely string his thoughts together.

“I have condoms.” You breathe, trying to convey with your eyes how much you want this. How much you want him.

He swallows thickly, hesitating for only a moment before sliding onto the floor to rummage through the bedside table you’d gestured toward. He pulls out a single foil packet and moves to sit next to you on the bed. He glances between his shaky hand and your eyes, suddenly needing reassurance.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He breathes, heart clenching in his chest at the possibility of you saying no.

Even if you do, he has to give you this moment to decide. He’s painfully aware that both of you are very intoxicated and may regret this in the morning. But he also knows that he’s wanted you for years and it might just kill him to stop now.

You trail your fingers along the side of his face, eyes rounding at the respect he has for you. You really love the idiot sitting in front of you, a realization that makes you lean forward and close the distance between you.

“Stiles,” You mumble against his lips. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to lose my mind.”

His eyes widen in shock at your urgency and he chuckles, tearing the small package open and rolling the condom on quickly. He reconnects your lips and pushes you down onto the bed gently. You wrap your arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the base of his skull.

Your head tilts back, a long moan escaping you as he enters you in one swift motion. His eyes pinch shut tightly as he braces a hand against your headboard to steady himself. All he can do is grunt and gasp for air as your heat clenches around him. After only a few trusts, he knows he’s going to explode any minute.

He slides an arm under your arched back and turns you both so that he’s now laying on the mattress. Your knees settle on either side of his thighs and his brows furrow as he grips your hips tightly.

“Please...” Stiles groans, not even sure what he’s asking for. You’re everywhere. Around him, on top of him, your delicious smell is enveloping his every sense with his head on your pillow. It’s all too much.

You press your palms onto his chest and swirl your hips, pulling a broken moan from him. You lift yourself up before gliding back down slowly, wanting to see how long you can tease him before he’ll snap. The memory of the way he’d lost control earlier has your core clenching around him. You want to see that again.

“Y/N, I c-can’t...”

You lean down to steal a quick kiss, almost instantly reading his mind. He flips you over again, sliding his tongue along your bottom lip as he starts pounding into you, hard. Your head knocks into the headboard with each of his jerky movements, but you don’t care.

Your stomach tightens and you whimper, not expecting to cum again so quickly. None of your other partners had ever gotten you off more than once in a session. Stiles brings a hand down blindly to rub quick circles over your clit and you cry out against his lips.

Within seconds, you’re both tumbling over the edge, a chorus of moans and shaky breathing the only sound in your otherwise quiet bedroom.

He collapses onto the bed beside you, chest heaving as he tries to make sense of what the fuck just happened. The lustful haze is clearing from his mind as his orgasm fades away. He’s left laying there, his best friend—who he just fucked—only inches away.

He lets his eyes trail over to you slowly, honestly terrified of what he’ll find. He needs to know what you’re thinking. His eyes search yours, but they’re guarded. Unreadable. He instantly starts panicking, heart sputtering in his chest as he bolts upright and quickly discards the condom in your trash can.

Your brows furrow from your position beside him, surprised by his sudden movement. A wave of exhaustion comes over you. It’s a mixture of the alcohol and the mind blowing sex you just had, and all you want to do is sleep it off.

You reach forward to clasp a hand around Stiles’ wrist, stopping him just before he stands from the bed. “Where are you going?”

Your heart falls into your stomach at the thought of him trying to run away from what you’d just done. There wasn’t a single part of you that regretted it. You wanted to do that since you met the idiot, so there was no way you’d be going back on it now.

You honestly didn’t even care if the two of you ever slept together again. You just needed him in your life. You weren’t going to let him disappear on you just because you gave into a night of passion.

“Oh. I-I didn’t know if you...you know, would want...” He stammers, eyes widening at the frown on your face. Maybe he misread the situation.

“Of course I want you to stay, you big dork.” You chuckle, tugging on his arm again.

His lips twitch into a grin, relief washing over him. He crawls back into the bed, peeling your comforter away so that you can join him beneath the warmth. You instantly curl into his chest, his arms wrapping around you in a familiar gesture. You’d cuddled many times before, but never like this. Never naked.

Stiles tries thinking of anything else to fight off his growing erection. Now was not the time for round two. You were basically asleep against him, your breath slowing to an even rhythm. He pulls you in tighter and lets his eyes flutter closed, knowing there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

The last thought that flickers through his mind before he drifts off is that he could definitely get used to this new aspect of your relationship. He only hoped, come morning, that you’d feel the same.

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I’m Not Afraid - Chapter 2

Word Count: 4,585

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

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.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ storyline.

Chapter: 2/?

A/N: SOFT DEREK, SOFT DEREK!!!!! If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 2

5:00 am my phone read.

It was usual for my brain to be awake at this hour. Since before I can remember it was part of the schedule I followed, everywhere I went. It was a small thing, but the sense of normalcy was a comforting friend. It made sense to follow a routine I could have anywhere. I was out of bed and into workout clothes, ready for a quick jog around the woods.

I started off with a slow and comfortable trot before speeding up once I reached the tree-filled terrain. The smell of wet soil, the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling, the crunching of leaves under my feet was oddly comforting. There was a strange pull that came from the heart of Beacon Hills. I had lived in many places in my short lifetime but this place was different, the atmosphere was different, the people were different. One of those people was Derek Hale, the mysterious, broody, sarcastic man that had bumped his way in.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"Why are you stopping?" He asked, a small chuckle escaping his mouth.

"How did you get here? Where the hell did you come from?"

"You're not the only person who jogs in this town and this happens to be the trail I take. You know, you should work out on a trail that is closer to your house. Makes it easier to actually go back."

I looked around. Once again, I had trailed off and didn't know where I was. "Lucky for you, I have a great memory. We can finish off running and I'll instruct you back to your house."

"You know you sound like a stalker." We started to jog once again.

"How so?"

"Well, you've only been there like two or three times and you already know the way back. Creepy!"

"Oh, come on, it means that I have a very sharp memory. Unlike you who can't seem to remember what house you live in."

"Touché."

The con and occasionally laughing at something. It felt good talking to him, almost natural. There was a supernatural attraction that I felt when I was near him, an unusual need for his closeness. Our relationship came easy, as the cliché would have it, it felt like I had known him all my life.

We ran for about an hour and a half before we turned back. "I think it's time we went back. You have school in an hour."

"Whoa, take the stalking down a notch."

"Oh, come on, I went to that school before you, I think I know the schedule."

"Alright, grandpa. Let's head back. It's time for your breakfast smoothie and then some bingo."

"Very funny." He ruffled my hair whilst fake laughing.

"I try." We ran and ran until I came into view of the curb that led to the house. "Well, this is my exit. Would it be too much to ask for you to take me to school?"

"Not a problem. Meet you back here at 7:45?"

"That would be perfect." He kissed my cheek and left to run to where I believe was his house. My face turned red, and I ducked inside.

"Mom? Dad?" I entered the kitchen and noticed a note over a covered plate. "Left for work early. Eat your food and go to school." I read out loud.

I took my time getting ready for school. My bag was already packed, as was my lunch. A long shower and a slow breakfast were in store as I awaited Derek's black Camaro to roll into my driveway.

"Thanks so much for the lift. I packed you some breakfast."

"No problem and thank you." He smiled. "You know, maybe after school, I can finally give you a tour around town. So you can familiarize yourself."

"That would be wonderful." I checked my schedule. "Actually, you can pick me up an hour before school ends. I have study hall at that hour, and no one would care if I left."

"I think I can make that arrangement." He looked at me showing a perfect set of white teeth and a smile that would make anyone melt. "But wouldn't your parents know that you left school? I mean, you won't be there when they go pick you up."

"I'll just tell them Allison gave me a ride or walked home," I said thinking of more excuses I could tell my parents. Distracted by my thoughts, my hand started reaching out to the powered-off radio and I didn't notice that so did Derek's. A sharp current went up my arm as our hands make contact. We both quickly pulled away and I could feel the blood rushing to my face turning it a deep shade of red.

"Sorry, I shouldn't impose. It's your car." I spoke up, quick to start picking at the skin around my fingernails to busy my hands. Derek perceived the nervous nature of my actions and stopped my fussing by putting one of his hands over mine.

"Don't worry it's fine. Just put the radio on whatever station you like." He smiled reassuringly and I reached to the radio and just turned it on, leaving it in the last station it had been on.

"Ugh, I absolutely dread going to school. Most of it I'm gonna forget either way."

"I'd tell you to ditch but that would be shame on me, so I won't. But think about it, this day you'll only get 7 hours of school and then you can hang out with me. Best present ever."

"Yeah, don't think so highly of yourself. Maybe I'll just wander around town until I find my way home."

"Very funny." He stopped at the drop-off zone. "This is your stop."

"Thanks again for the ride, awfully kind actions from such a sour wolf" I laughed at his scowl. "I'll see you in the afternoon."

"Looking forward to it." I exited the car and he waited till I was on the sidewalk to speed off.

"Was that Derek Hale that just dropped you off?" I turned around and was met face-to-face with Scott.

"Yeah. What's the problem?" Not that it will matter.

"You shouldn't trust him, he's bad news."

"Honestly, Scott, I understand your good intentions, but I'll sort out the wrong kind on my own terms." He looked taken aback at my response, probably thinking I would not talk back.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, but he is not a person that anyone should be with." With that, he left with worry evident on his face.

I understood that he was looking out for my "well-being”, but he didn't know me and I'm pretty sure he didn't know Derek either. Maybe that's what Derek meant when I met him. Everyone thinks he is a bad person, but he hasn't done anything wrong in my eyes.

I walked over to my locker and started exchanging my books. Closely next to me I could hear Scott talking to Allison about me and Derek, and my name should be out of his mouth. Once I finished with my locker, I slammed the door and they both stopped talking, noting my close presence. I walked past them feeling their worried stares burning my back. This was going to be a hell of a year. The only thing that could get me through it was the acquaintance relationship I have with Isaac. I did text him a bit last night but mostly helping him with homework. Lord knows he needs all the help he can get.

We all stood around in gym class as Stiles and Erica climbed the rock wall. Everyone else had gone including Scott who mastered a great fall. Stiles appeared to have fun, but Erica would let out sounds of discomfort and shortness of breath as she climbed. At a point, she stopped.

"Erica, are you dizzy?" Coach said. "Is it vertigo?"

"Vertigo is the dysfunction of the vesicular system of the inner ear" Lydia stated in a mocking tone. "She's just freaking out."

"Erica!" Coach screamed.

"coach, maybe it’s not safe. you know she's epileptic." Allison stated. How does no one care?

"Wh-why does no one tell me this?!" Coach Finstock questioned annoyed. "Erica, just fall back, there's a mat that will catch you."

She slowly let go of the wall and made her descent. No one seemed to care that the poor girl was shaken to the core; they all laughed.

When class was over everyone headed to their respective locker rooms to change. Something inside me kept pulling me back to the gym, so I walked back as I put on my shirt. As I opened the doors, I saw Erica fall from the wall and luckily into Scott's arms. He slowly put her on the floor as the class ran in behind us.

"Put her on her side," I stated.

"How did you know?" Allison whispered to Scott.

"I just felt it." He whispered back.

After Erica had calmed, the coach called an ambulance to take her to be checked at the hospital and the day went by normally. I was currently in my "last" period. Tapping my nails in a rhythmic pattern waiting for the stupid bell to ring. Only 5 more minutes and I would be out of here. This was the first time I had done something like this. I always stick by the rules and make sure to follow all of them. My heart was racing, and my palms were sweating. In 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Cue the bell. I grabbed all my things and stuffed them in my bag. I used to my advantage the fact that everyone was piled in the hallway and headed outside. Waiting for me was Derek in his black Camaro. Suddenly my heart steadied its pace and I felt relaxed.

"Hey there, rebel." He smirked at me as I entered the car and buckled my seatbelt.

"Don't make small talk. Just go." I said whilst trying to hide by burrowing in the seat. If I could I would have jumped into the trunk to avoid any hidden stares from authority figures.

"Don't tell me you've never done this before." I shook my head no and felt my face growing warmer by the second. "Aw, you're so innocent. For a big mouth that is." I slapped his arm as hard as I could.

"Don't be rude." I crossed my arms, slouched down, and pouted. He looked over at me and laughed. That made me slouch farther down.

"Oh, come on. Don't get mad." He ruffled my hair and laughed once again when I swatted his hand away. "Yeesh, feisty."

"So, where's our first pit stop?" I asked whilst looking out the window not wanting to look at his face.

"A small diner I know. Wouldn't want you to starve." He smirked. "Might make you angrier."

"I am not angry, just annoyed."

"Got some feelings hurt?" He said laughing.

"Derek, don't be rude. You will regret it."

"Oh, what could you do?"

"Is that a challenge?" He didn't answer, just laughed. I rolled down the window and stuck my head out. "HELP!! This man is kidnapping me!! HELP!! Bloody he...!"

My sentence was cut short by Derek's hand pulling me down by my jacket and onto the seat again.

"Why did you do that?" I asked innocently. I had caused the faces of a few people on the street to look at the car in horror.

"You know why! That was totally uncalled for."

"I told you that being rude was something you would regret. I'm not one to say this a lot but, I told you so."

He tried his best to keep a tight scowl on his face but in a matter of seconds, we were laughing at my past actions.

"Whatever, we're here." He turned off the car and went to the passenger side to open the door for me.

"Why thank you," I said and took his extended hand to pull my weight up.

"No problem." I smiled at his goofy courtesy but as we walked inside the establishment I could feel my heart beating faster by the second. "Table for two." Derek pointed at a booth made for two people exactly. Once we had sat down a lady maybe in her late thirties approached us to take our order.

"What do you want to order today, darlings?" She gave us a warm smile as she waited for our response.

"I'll have the bacon cheeseburger with some onion rings, a stack of pancakes, and some chicken fillets, a Diet Coke, and afterward some pie, please."

"Would you like the kitchen sink with that?" I said in shock. "I think I'll just get the, ummmm, bacon cheeseburger also with some onion rings and an iced tea. Maybe add some pie afterward too."

The lady laughed a bit, nodded, and smiled at us as she turned to the kitchen to put out our order.

"So, someone's a bit hungry. Huh, sour wolf?" I chuckled.

"Why do you call me that?" He said somewhat annoyed.

"I don't know. It just fits you."

"How?"

"Cause you're very sour and you kind of look like a wolf. Hairy face and crazy hair. I don't know how to explain it. It's just a nickname, though. If it makes you mad I can just call you something else."

"I'm not mad. Just wondering." He slouched on the seat looking less tense. "How is it that I'm usually so bad with meeting people yet with you, I just clicked?"

"I don't know. I'm just special that way."

"Very funny."

"I know! I could take up a career in comedy." He chuckled as he threw a sugar packet at me. "So, since we are getting to know each other we should know basic things about one another. Let me start. What's your favorite color?"

"Maybe black or blue. What about you?"

"Totally red and black." The waitress came with our drinks. I took a sip of my iced tea and continued with the questions. "Favorite place to be?"

"That house in the woods where we met." I gave him a weird look.

"Why there? It barely stands with a foundation. What could possibly be there?"

"It's the house I used to live in before it burnt down. My family was in there." I choked on my drink when he said this.

"Oh my gosh, Derek. I'm so sorry I brought it up. We can drop the topic."

"Don't worry about it. It happened such a long time ago it's sometimes relieving talking about it." After there was an awkward silence, so Derek cleared his throat and asked a question. "Um, and what's your favorite place to be?"

"I'm not sure. Usually, I like places more because of the people I'm with. But if I had to choose probably the woods, it's the calmest place I know. The only place where you can actually be free."

"Wow, Ms. Argent. So poetic. It touched me." He pointed at his heart. "Right here."

"Very funny, now, favorite sport?" And the game went on even when our food served. Whilst eating we kept asking each other questions and getting to know each other profoundly. This has been the first time I had ever opened up to someone. It felt strange. Letting someone know small details about yourself. Making yourself vulnerable to them. Showing them how they could break you. But this was different. I felt like I was just becoming closer to him.

"We should do that someday. I mean the thought of just leaving for a whole day, not knowing where you are going, just finding an adventure."

"Definitely. You decide when the first time." I smiled at him.

"That's a deal." He looked down at his watch. "I think it's time I take you home. Don't want your parents to worry."

"Alright. Let's go." I grabbed my bag and was about to pay my part of the check, but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed the money I left and paid completely. "I don't understand the need of being such a gentleman if this wasn't a date. Just two people hanging out."

"So, this wasn't a date?"

"You thought it was?" I thought about it. "What do you classify a date per se?"

"An outing in which two people go out and get to know each other a little bit more." What he said made sense. It had never dawned on me that this could have been anything other than just a casual outing, but not being too well versed in normal social encounters, let alone dating encounters.

"Alright, you win. I have officially gone on my first date."

"No way. This could not have been your first date." When he saw the serious look on my face, he stopped chuckling. "I'm so sorry you had to have given you such a crappy first date. I promise I'll make up for it one day."

"Deal." We even shook on it. "Now let's get going before my parents know I'm late."

During the drive back, he pointed out different key places I should know when going around Beacon Hills as well as easier routes to these places. Although I was heavily grateful for all the useful tips, my brain could hardly remember the first route he showed me.

When we got to my house, I noticed that my father's car was not in there. I guess they haven't arrived yet. I said goodbye to Derek and entered the house, thanking him for a lovely afternoon. I changed into workout attire and, deciding to stay home, went to the basement and started working out. After half an hour of running and half an hour of physical training, I decided it was enough and went to take a shower. I noticed that my parents weren't home yet.

"I wonder what's holding them back?" After my shower, I continued my current read of Pride and Prejudice. But something was bothering me, a thought that wouldn't leave my head.

I'm leaving once the year is over. Getting close to Derek will fuck me up once I leave. I've never had to say goodbye to anyone. I can't start now. I'll need to start avoiding him. Don't know how, but I must try.

I went downstairs to get a glass of water when I heard a knock on the door. It was Uncle Chris.

"Hey, Uncle Chris. What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for your father. Is he here?"

"No, I haven't seen him. I got here and neither mom nor dad was here. Is something wrong?"

"No. Just couldn't reach his cell. I'm sure he's fine. Have a good night, sweetheart." He kissed my forehead and left. I started to worry. What if something had happened?

So, I decided to call him. Fortunately, he picked up.

"Dad, where are you?"

"Oh, honey, I forgot to tell you. Your mom and I will be out for the rest of the week. We left some money on the first drawer of the right side of the kitchen island and if you want you can stay with your uncle."

"But Uncle Chris came by and he didn't know where you were. Does he know you left?"

"Oh, I forgot to call him. I'll do that right now. Goodnight, munchkin, go to sleep."

"Goodnight, dad. Love you."

"Love you too." I hung up the phone and went upstairs completely forgetting about the glass of water I went to drink.

My phone buzzed and I looked at the caller ID signaling that Isaac was calling.

"Hey, Isaac."

"Hey, (Y/N). Um, do you think you can pick me up?" Isaac said in between short pants.

"Sure, where are you?" I asked. He told me where he was, and I took the keys to my mother's car to look for Isaac. He looked scared and frantic when I neared the spot, he told me about. His physique also looked different. Usually, he would walk cowering but now he stood tall and seemed a bit more buff. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just, um, do you think I could stay with you tonight?"

"I guess." I started driving to my house. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, totally. Just tired." I took the hint. He didn't want to talk, and I wasn't going to press on.

At my house, I arranged the guest room and got him spare clothes to change into. He thanked me and left for the bathroom. Something was wrong. But what?

***

Three days had passed.

Three days that I had stayed in my house for my daily workout.

Three days that my phone had been buzzing with messages from Derek asking where I was.

Because three nights before I had decided to avoid Derek at all costs.

The only way to leave it all behind is if you don't associate yourself with anyone. That way you won't feel any remorse or pain once you disappear. One time when I left was when I was approximately six or seven years old, and I had to say goodbye to Allison since we were sharing a room at that time. The second time was when I had to leave Josie. After that, I started familiarizing myself with the feeling of loneliness. It wasn't that bad once you remembered the fact that you would always see your parents when you got home, and everything would be better. Although, these days I had housed Isaac in my house, rare was the occasion that we interacted other than doing homework. Isaac would come home late in the night and quickly went to sleep. But, he stayed in my spare room for two nights and told me he had found a place to stay. He left thanking me for my hospitality.

When I finished my workout, I ran upstairs and took a shower. I changed from my stinky workout clothes to a plain white shirt and black jeans, obviously paired with my leather jacket. Once dressed I went downstairs and grabbed some cash to buy myself a muffin and a big coffee. Finally, I found the keys to my beautiful matte black Harley Fat Bob. My father had gotten me this motorcycle about two years back when he noticed I just kept crashing cars. The only thing I never crashed was his motorcycle and because he was worried I would, he bought me my own. I tend to wreck a lot of stuff. It's not intentional, I'm just clumsy at times.

I opened the door to the garage and noticed it sitting in a corner covered by a blanket. Once I took it off, I smiled. I passed my hand over the beautiful color, the smooth surface, the cold metal. It all felt familiar. A part of me. I grabbed my helmet and got on it. Once I sat my body felt relaxed, at ease. A spark of adrenaline was shot through my body when the engine came to life.

I backed up from the garage and went to the local café store. While waiting to pick up my order I noticed Derek walking in with his jogging clothes on. He still hasn't noticed me, too busy looking at the menu. When my name was called, he looked at me and called my name, but I ran out of the café with my order ignoring him.

When I got to the school everyone was staring at me. The new chick was now badass. I walked in with my backpack slung over my shoulder easing towards my locker.

"Hey there, gorgeous." I closed the locker door to see Jackson standing next to me. I rolled my eyes.

"Hi, Jackson. What do you want?"

"I was just wondering when you were free."

"Oh, well from tomorrow to never gonna happen. Get down from the cloud, buddy."

"Oh, come on, we both know you want some of this." He motioned over his body.

"Get over yourself." I scoffed.

"Babe, it doesn't hurt to try."

"I believe she's not interested, Jackson." A strawberry blonde girl appeared. Her confidence struck me like lightning, a very apparent aura of dominance radiating from within her.

"Why don't you mind your own business, Lydia. I'm talking to her, not you. You've already ruined everything else."

"Well, I think she has no business with you so why don't you scram?" With a huff and a puff, Jackson finally gave in and I turned to greet my hero, who was surprisingly accompanied by Allison.

"Thank you, so much. He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"No problem. I'm Lydia, but you knew that."

"(Y/N). Argent." She motioned between Allison and me. "Cousins."

"Pleasure." Then the bell rang. "Guess I have a new best friend, (Y/N)." You guessed wrong.

I entered Mr. Harris' classroom and sat down next to Isaac and as usual Mr. Chatty Pants tried to hold a conversation from the table behind us. Seriously, how much can someone talk? I took out my notebook and started writing down everything the teacher was saying is the homework on the board. Stiles had finally gotten the hint and didn't talk to me the whole class. That was a relief. Maybe it was due to the fact he was too focused on the strawberry blonde who had saved my ass from Jackson.

The day went on quite smoothly except at lunch. It wasn't the same Erica that had fallen from the rock-climbing wall. She completely changed; a more confident walk, she was wearing makeup and tight-fitted clothing, and her hair was perfectly styled. She left the lunchroom after taking a bite off an apple seductively and Scott and Stiles followed, as did I. Curiosity had taken the best of me as to this overnight transformation.

She opened the front doors to the school and there he was. Derek Hale in his black Camaro with the biggest smirk on his face staring at Scott. When he directed his sight to me his smirk kind of fell but was brought up quickly. During that Erica had gotten inside the car and they left, together. I don't know why I was jealous because he meant nothing to me, but it broke my heart. I got nervous. I think Scott noticed because he looked at me worried.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" I nodded rapidly and out of breath. I had no idea what was happening.

"I think you're having a panic attack." Stiles pointed out handing me an inhaler.

"I used to have panic attacks, too." I inhaled a pump and my breathing seemed to normalize. "You okay now?"

"Yeah. Thanks." I handed him the inhaler.

"No, keep it. I don't need it anymore." I said a low thanks and walked back to school to head to my next class.

I felt extremely weird the rest of the day. Why did I feel that way when I saw Erica and Derek together? It wasn't like anything was going on between us. Also, he's far too old for me. Or maybe I'm too young. I don't know. But I couldn't shake off that sour taste of jealousy that the image of them left.

I knew I wanted to stay as far away as I could from hin but at this moment there was nothing more that I wanted than to be close to him.

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cherryleta · 3 years

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Can u write something where the reader is watching a show with vlog squad and joking about how hot and sexy the main character is and david getting jealous hahaha

I tried lol. I Hope you enjoy it:) if not I an easily re-write it. I used the show I’m watching rn cause I didn’t know who to use lol 🤍 ps. I didn’t add the vlogsquad cause I genuinely didn’t know how to add them to the story :(

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Your favorite moments with David usually consisted of lazy days at the house begging him to rewatch your favorite movies or tv shows. Today in particular you had a need, no an urge to rewatch the best tv show ever, to your dismay of course which happened to be Teen Wolf. You have been bugging David all day to sit with you and binge watch at least the first season with you .

Although David wasn’t big on supernatural tv shows he still gave in, knowing it would make you happy and oh how he loved seeing that big smile and jump of excitement you would do when he caved in to your antics.

You had just finished setting up everything in the living room from popcorn to all of yours and his favorite drinks and snacks . As you pressed play, you lay yourself in between David legs with your back against his chest with a blanket wrapped around you both. Ten minutes in, Stiles (Dylan O’Brien) appears on screen and you can't help but gawk over your celebrity crush.

The words “ Ugh Dylan is so sexy I can’t”, “Omg meeting Dylan would be such a dream” spewed out of your mouth, you feel David tense up behind you. As the episode finishes David gets up saying he doesn’t want to watch anymore. With your eyebrows furrowed you question why?

David remains silent and you remembered what you had just said, with a smirk on your face you ask “are you jealous that I find Dylan O’Brien attractive?” David just sits back on his phone ignoring you. Shocked his does so, you decide to mess around with him.

You continue watching the show on your own now still making side comments on how you want Dylan for yourself. From the corner of the room you hear “psh he’s not better than me though” feeling bad you get up and sit on David’s lap making him look at you.

You smile at him and start to giggle giving him a quick peck on the lips. “ I love it when you’re jealous”

“I’m not jealous”

“ oh really so you don’t mind hearing how much I love Dylan O’Brien and how-“

“ok, ok I am jealous, but only because Sometimes I can’t believe you chose me, someone as amazing as you deserves someone like Dylan”

“ you’re right”

“Wait what?”

“I said you’re right”

“Oh..”

“I do deserve better, but you are better, you are way more than I deserve and that’s why I love you”

David can’t help but smile at your words thinking about how he got so lucky to find someone like you. ‘Now since we got that cleared up want to watch a movie of your choice,’ you say while smiling back at him. No, we can continue I kinda like this show, he says to you while giving you a kiss on the forehead. You guys spend the rest of the night binge watching half of the series, feeling lucky to be in each other’s presence.

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 5

We back at it again because I love this right now

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After smuggling Derek into my room via the window, the interrogation began. He sat in my computer chair, leaning over, resting his arms on his legs.

“Uh, first I want to say thank you for saving me again.” I began. He looked up and nodded.

“You’re welcome.”

“And uh, you’re a werewolf.” I said, starting to pace back and forth, “Is Scott a werewolf?”

“He is.”

“Did you bite him?” I paused, crossing my arms over my chest.

“No, I’m an omega. Only Alphas can give people the gift.” He said. You call that a gift? I’d like a receipt.

“Is there a cure?”

“There’s a legend that says if the beta, one of the pack, kills the alpha then he will become human again. But I don’t even know if that’s true.” He explained. That meant Scott’s odds were not looking good and this werewolf thing is permanent.

“Were you bitten by the alpha?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of my bed.

“No, I was born with it. My family was a pack. After…” He paused, “After the fire, my older sister became the alpha since she had been trained by my mother to be the new matriarch. I came back here because I hadn’t heard from her. Now we know why.”

“I’m so sorry.” I looked down at my socks. These questions were making him bring up what must have been incredibly painful memories and bringing up the fresh pain of the murder of his sister.

“The thing following you in the woods was the new alpha. He killed her for her alpha spark.”

“Alpha spark?”

“It can transform a beta, or an omega into an alpha. It’s taken when the alpha is killed by either of those. Or it can be transferred willingly.” This was a little more complicated than I thought. I knew that there were hierarchies in wolves, but who knew it translated to werewolves?

“Why is the alpha coming after me? You said it was following me.”

He leaned back in the chair, “Well, he’s either looking to eat you. Or he wanted to turn you.” At my shocked expression he added, “Probably the latter. He’s a new alpha so he’s trying to start a pack, probably why he started with Scott. Speaking of, you need to tell him to stop seeing Allison.”

“Why, what’s wrong with Allison?”

“Her family are a very old lineage of werewolf hunters.” He said seriously, “Chris Argent and I have an unspoken agreement. No deaths, I don’t end up dead. I can’t say the same for the rest of his family.” He was something in his eyes, a pain that couldn’t be described.

“I know I said I wanted answers but if its too painful-”

“It’s fine.” He interrupted. I raised my eyebrows at him.

“Derek, I understand what it’s like to lose your family in one day. It’s the most awful feeling imaginable. Because after the pain is the loneliness. I got lucky that I have Uncle Noah and Stiles. You had your sister and now she’s gone and you’re the only one left.” He chewed the inside of his cheek.

“It’s not just me. I have an uncle in a vegetative state at Beacon Hills long-term facility. And my sister Cora, I haven’t seen her since the fire. I think she’s gone too, but there’s always the chance that she’s still out there. She just doesn’t want anything to do with me.” He looked down at his hands. He looked so vulnerable right now, something I never expected from him. He had so many walls up. There were still things he was hiding about the Argents, but pushing him now didn’t seem right.

I gave him a small smile and kneeled down in front of him. Slowly, I reached for his hands, giving him plenty of time to pull away, but he let me touch him. I held his hands in mine, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles. I titled my head to meet his eyes that he was hiding.

“Hey, grief is hard. Especially since we lost our families in the same way. Let’s help each other. Would that be okay?” I asked softly. He met my eyes finally, his stern expression was more loose than usual. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“I want to. But I can’t.”

The sound of the door opened behind us, and queue Stiles meltdown. And with the position I was in, on my knees in front of Derek Hale, maybe it was a little justified.

“What is going on?” He asked. I quickly got to my feet.

“Uh, Derek was just leaving. Just a quick little visit.” I took Derek by the arm, brought him out of the chair and ushered him to the window, where he left without another word.

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Stiles shouted.

“Will you keep it down?” I whispered loudly.

“Oh you can cut the crap, Dad isn’t here. Why the hell is a wanted criminal in my house?!”

I crossed my arms and shrugged innocently, “We were just talking.”

“Why was he covered in blood?” He pointed to the dry blood that was on the arm of my chair. I sighed and rubbed my temples.

“Okay, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise not to tell your dad.” I pleaded. He crossed his arms and looked away from me.

“As an upstanding citizen of Beacon Hills-”

“You cut the crap, Stiles. You have more priors than he does.”

“I wasn’t questioned about the murder of my sister.” He shot.

“He was acquitted of all changes due to his alibi.” I shot back.

He grumbled and shook his hands, “Fine, fine. Tell me.”

“Okay, so, Michael found me in the woods-”

“Michael-” He started.

“Hey, no interrupting!” He held his hands up in surrender, motioning for me to go on, “He found me in the woods and was probably going to commit a bunch of unsavory things on me when Derek showed up because the night before when you and Scott were arguing, I went to his house to get some answers of my own, he told me to go home so I did.” I paused and took a drink out of the glass of water on my nightstand, then continued, “Anyway, when Derek showed up he killed Michael because Derek is a werewolf.” I rushed out.

“A what?!” He shouted.

“Oh don’t act so surprised, you know Scott is a werewolf.”

He stepped back, pretending to be shocked, “Scott? A werewolf.” Clearly trying to cover for his friend, but no dice. Stiles was a terrible liar.

“Derek told me. And he also told me that Allison’s family are werewolf hunters. But I assumed you already knew that because you don’t look surprised at all.”

“Well, ahhh, her last name does mean silver in French.” He added. I shook my head, holding my pinkie out.

“Pinkie swear me you won’t tell Uncle Noah.” He sighed, tapping his foot, “Promise!” He grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air, but eventually he wrapped his pinkie around mine.

“Fine.” He paused, still holding my pinkie, his grip on my finger tightened, holding me there, “But you have to swear not to get romantically involved!” He pulled his pinkie away. I gasped loudly, staring between my pinkie and his.

“You can’t do that.”

He smirked, “I just did.”

“I am not romantically involved with Derek.” I blushed.

“Coulda fooled me.” He scoffed. I huffed.

“Okay, time for you to go. Goodnight Stiles.” I pushed him out the door and slammed it behind me. I leaned against the door and sighed. I wasn’t romantically involved with Derek, we just had a connection.

…

Maybe I was romantically involved. But could you blame me, he was my knight in shining armor twice. That was attractive. And he was far from ugly.

The next morning, I went downstairs and was surprised to see Uncle Noah in the kitchen making breakfast.

“Morning, I didn’t hear you come in last night.” I said, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge.

“That’s because,” He yawned, “I came in this morning.” He motioned to the table, “Sit, sit. Let me make you breakfast.” I sat at the table, pulling an apple out of the basket on the table. He placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of me.

I smiled up at him, “Thanks, Uncle Noah.” He nodded, sitting down with his own plate before eating. The few minutes were in silence, just chewing. I decided I should at least talk, make it seem like I was still scared that Michael would come back.

“I know you don’t want to bring up work at home, but is there any news on Michael?” He sighed through his nose, swallowing his bite of food.

“It’s okay. And I wish I had better news, but we still haven’t found anything.” He said. I nodded.

“It’s okay, I know you’ll find him.” Find his body? Maybe. But he was very much dead. The only thing I’m worried about now in the woods was the alpha werewolf and whether he wanted to make me lunch or one of them.

I was making my way out to get groceries when I saw Stiles Jeep whipping through the neighborhood. Being curious, I decided to follow, where I was led to Dr. Deaton’s office, the local veterinarian that Scott worked for.

“Is there a reason you’re driving like a bat outta hell?” I called, seeing Stiles get out.

“Oh great, you can help me carry him.” Stiles said, opening the back of the Jeep where Derek sat. He was pale, his eyes looked sunken in, and there was blood dripping down his hand.

“Jesus Christ.” I said, carefully helping Derek out of the Jeep. He grunted while Stiles and I helped him inside after Stiles unlocked the door with the spare key. Scott had gone to go find the bullet so that Derek could cure himself, he would have to steal from Kate Argent.

We brought him back into the operating area. I’m sure Stiles was chomping at the bit not to say something. Derek explained that he had been on the trail of the alpha when a hunter saw and shot him.

Stiles looked at his phone then Derek, “Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?”

Derek was leaning on the operating table, “It’s a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.”

“Why?”

Derek looked from me to Stiles, “Cause I’m gonna die without it.” He said breathlessly. He took his jacket, then his shirt off to reveal the bullet wound in his arm which was bleeding, but the strangest thing was his veins around the wound were purple and crawling up his arm. I guess Monkshood must be deadly to werewolves, but then again, it is wolfsbane. Derek looked manic, he was getting warmer and sweat was dripping off of him in buckets. He looked around and grabbed an amputation saw. I grabbed a bowl filled with water and grabbed a couple paper towels. I wet the paper towels, and moving to touch his wounded arm, he pulled it away.

“Okay, if the Blue monkshood doesn’t kill you, an infection will. Let me help you.” I narrowed my eyes. He glared, his nostrils flared but he held his arm out. I lightly dabbed at it, careful not to apply too much pressure.

Stiles gagged when he saw it, prompting me to elbow his side, “Okay, you know, that really doesn’t look like anything, some echinacea and a good night’s sleep couldn’t take care of…?”

Derek swallowed thickly, “When the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me.”

“Positivity” just isn’t in your vocabulary, is it?”

“Stiles!” I scolded.

“If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time– last resort.” Derek grabbed an amputation saw from the table.

“Which is…?” Stiles asked.

“You’re gonna cut off my arm.” He rushed his words out, they slightly slurred together.

“Okay okay.” I grabbed the saw from his grasp and set it back down on a metal tray, “Let’s just be a little optimistic. Scott’s going to be here soon.” He glared at me, causing me to raise my hands in surrender. He grabbed a rubber tourniquet and tied it tightly around his arm with his teeth to stop any further movement.

Stiles held his arms out, “Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?”

“It’ll heal if it works.”

“If it works?!” I snapped, not believing that any of this was happening still.

Stiles sight, “Ugh. Look - I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Why not?”

“Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!”

“You’re not afraid of blood. You don’t faint.” I said, confused.

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm!”

“All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I’m gonna cut off your head.” Derek glared.

“Derek.” I scolded.

Stiles shook his head, “Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any-” Derek grabbed him by the shirt collar and lifted him up, “Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I’ll do it. I’ll do it.” Derek dropped him and Stiles looked back at his arm, “What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that?” His arm was oozing from the wound.

“It’s my body..” Derek breathed out, “Trying to heal itself.”

“Well, it’s not doing a very good job of it.” Stiles avoided his arm once again.

Derek grabbed the saw, holding it out to Stiles, “Now. You gotta do it now.”

“Look, honestly, I don’t think I can.”

“Just do it!” He shouted.

Stiles took the saw, “Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Oh, my God. All right, here we go!”

“I can’t watch this.” I covered my eyes with one of my hands, the other was on Derek’s uninjured arm. But like an angel’s voice, we heard Scott yelling for Stiles.

“Scott?” Stiles asked, looking at the frazzled teen who just ran through the clinic. I uncovered my eyes, still seeing Stiles with the saw pressed to Derek’s arm.

“What the hell are you doing?” Scott asked, exasperated.

Stiles dropped the saw, “Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.”

Derek stood up more without the help of the table but he was starting to wobble, “Did you get it?”

“What are you gonna do with it?” Stiles asked.

Derek swallowed thickly, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” His eyes fluttered shut, his knees buckled and he fell to the floor.

“Derek!” I shouted, grabbing his torso before he broke his skull open on the floor. When Derek had dropped, it had knocked the bullet out of Scott’s hand and it had rolled.

“No. No, no, no, no.” Scott pleaded as he watched the bullet roll and fall into the vent in the floor.

Stiles was down on the floor besides me, “Derek. Derek, come on, wake up.” He was tapping his cheek, “Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know! I can’t reach it.” Scott called from across the room.

“He’s not waking up!” Stiles said between his teeth, clearly in panic mode, but I wasn’t any better. I leaned my head down to his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat.

“His heart beats slowing down!” I called, I grabbed his shoulder, starting to shake him, “Come on, Derek, wake up!”

“Come on.” I heard Scott grunt.

“I think he’s dying. I think he’s dead!” Stiles looking back in Scott’s direction. I started to panic, shaking him harder. I can’t lose him. I can’t. No one else I care about is allowed to die.

“Just hold on! Come on.” Scott let out a restrained yell, then shouted “Oh! I got it! I got it!”

When Stiles heard that, he pushed me back and bowed his fist, “Please don’t kill me for this.” He swung and connected with Derek’s cheek, “Ugh! Ow! God!” He pulled his hand away, shaking it. Derek gasped and his eyes shot open, I helped Derek to feet and held his waist to steady him.

“Give me…” Scott gave Derek the bullet. He took the bullet between his teeth, and broke it open. He dumped the contents of it on the table. From his back pocket he pulled out a match book, he lit a match and dropped it on the contents. It burned quickly, an eerie blue flame. Once it went out, he pinched some of the ash in his fingers, then stuck his fingers in the wound. I winched and looked away.

“Ow, God.” Stiles gagged. But we all watched in amazement as the dark veins that had been growing up his arm disappeared. I was finally able to breathe properly, I let out a sigh of relief, back away and leaning against the wall. I placed a hand on my chest, feeling my heart slowly go back into rhythm.

“That - Was - Awesome! Yes!” Stiles cheered, throwing his arms up.

“Are you okay?” Scott asked.

Derek grumbled a bit, “Well, except for the agonizing pain.”

“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health.” Stiles smiled, feeling accomplished. He probably just was relieved that he didn’t have to cut anyone’s arm off.

“Okay, we saved your life, which means you’re gonna leave us alone, you got that? And if you don’t, I’m gonna go back to Allison’s dad, and I’m gonna tell him everything-” Scott started his threat. Which meant that I was severely out of the loop.

“You’re gonna trust them?” Derek cut him off, “You think they can help you?”

“Well, why not? They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are.”

Derek glared at him, the pain was back in his eyes, “I can show you exactly how nice they are.”

After the excitement was over, I decided to go to the Hale house to talk to Derek privately. I got there before him and waited for him in the driveway. I really shouldn’t have come unannounced. He would probably just tell me to get lost like he usually did. I was pulled out of my thoughts by his black Camaro pulling up beside my car. I got out as he did. Derek still looked pretty rough but his color was coming back to his skin.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine.” He said dismissively, walking towards his house. And we were back to this. Even after everything, it’s like our relationship reset itself every time we saw each other. I followed after him, hot on his heels.

“Why do you keep doing this?” I asked, closing the door behind me.

“Doing what?” He took his leather jacket off and hung it up.

“You and I, we talk, we get more comfortable with each other. I think I am finally getting through that shell of yours only for you to make another one.”

Derek turned to face me, “I don’t owe you any explanation. I am fine by myself.”

“No, you’re not.” I came closer to him, my face mere inches from his, “You’re not fine by yourself. I saw how you looked tonight when Scott brought up the Argents. You were hurt, and scared, and angry. You can’t just sit here in this house and pour yourself into finding this alpha, you’re going to kill yourself. You almost died today.”

“He killed my sister! He is killing people and now Kate Argent is back and she doesn’t follow the Code. She will do anything, no matter how awful it is, to murder my kind. She’s the reason my family is gone!” He barked back. I took a deep breath.

“I know you want justice for Laura. I do too. But you can’t do that if you’re dead. Is that what she would want? Her little brother dead trying to get revenge?” Derek avoided my gaze, looking through me more than at me.

“Derek.” I said softly, slowly bringing my hand up to his cheek. He inhaled sharply, becoming stiff under my touch.

I stood on my tiptoes to press my forehead against his and whispered, “This is selfish to say… but I can’t lose you too. I-I thought you were dead. You have to be more careful. Please.” His body became less rigid and he let out a shaky breath. He slowly brought his hand to my waist, the other sliding over my hand that rested on his cheek. In that moment, it felt like the whole universe stopped. It was only me and him. It was like our minds finally connected and our souls touched. There was silence, only the wind blowing softly through the trees.

“I can’t do this.” He whispered, closing his eyes.

“You can.” I laced my fingers with his against his cheek, “We can do it together.”

“I can’t let myself.” He opened his eyes again to meet mine, “When I’m with you I lose focus, you’re all I can think about. I get distracted from what I need to do. So I ignore you, treat us like it's nothing because I can’t open myself up again. Not after… not after what happened.” He was opening up, if not all the way, just a little. Derek had a good point. Finding the alpha and killing him was the only way to get justice for Laura. And if I was distracting him, maybe I should keep my distance. He clearly has been hurt terribly by someone, and hearing him bare his soul made me think about how to make it better. But what was I to do? My demons were killed, Derek deserved to destroy his own.

“Do you want me to go away?” My words were barely a whisper.

He licked his lips, “If I was allowed to be selfish, I would never let you go.” I took a deep breath, dreading the fact that I had to leave him.

“Okay.” I smiled, trying to ignore my burning tear ducts, “I’ll go home. And… I won’t come back unless you want me to.” I reluctantly slipped my hand out of his. But, I need one selfish thing if I was ever going to live with this. I leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. I pulled away, feeling his hand fall from my waist. I kept my eyes on the floor as I walked out of the Hale house, got into my car and drove away.

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I’ll Protect You

When a mysterious death threat shows up at your front door from Gerard Argent, you know who you have to go to if you want to survive- Scott McCall.

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Things were going perfectly fine up until the moment you found the death threat on your front door. It was a pleasant, sunny morning. You had actually woken up without feeling exhausted, which was nice. It was shaping up to be an agreeable day. Then, you had heard the sharp knock on your door.

Yawning, you stumble blearily to the front door. Your parents, tired after long days of work, were still blissfully asleep and so the responsibility for answering whatever insistently knocking early-morning caller fell squarely on your shoulders.

Oddly enough, by the time you pull open the plain wooden door, your would-be guest has vanished. You poke your head out of the door, blinking in the bright light of morning, but you can’t see anybody. Strange.

You’re just about to head back inside and dismiss the whole venture as one of the younger neighbourhood kids playing a prank on you when you spot the folded paper lying a few feet away from the doorstep. Frowning, you pad over to it and pick it up, but your confused look turns into a troubled stare when you unfold the plain, unwrinkled note. It doesn’t say much, just a few words typed onto the stiff white paper.

We know what you are. We will be coming for you.

This alone spells danger, but it’s the grey heading at the top of the paper that really starts to worry you. This threat is sent by the Argents, legendary hunters of people exactly like you. And if they know what you are, you’ll be dead by morning for sure.

Checking the empty streets one last time for possible messengers, you quickly hurry back inside, slumping down into a nearby chair. Your parents don’t know you’re a werewolf, hell, neither do any of your friends. You’ve kept your supernatural identity a locked-away secret that only you know. You’ve never breathed a word about it, never gone wandering on full moons, and barely even used your supernatural abilities at all. How do the Argents know?

Of course, it’s not how they know that you should be focusing on. Regardless of what they did to find out your secret, they’ll be coming for you. You stare out of the window unseeingly, turning things over in your mind until you arrive at one last-ditch plan to save yourself.

Just as you’ve feared, there are people watching you from the second you walk through the doors of Beacon Hills High School. You’ve suspected for some time that there are a few junior hunters attending your school, and your theory is proven correct when they watch your every step. No one else seems to know about the fact that you’re a werewolf, but there’s a definite group of four or five people shadowing you no matter where you go.

Thankfully, the one class you need the most is your first period of the day. You head gratefully into your AP Bio class, nodding a distracted greeting to your teacher, who announces that you’ll be starting a partner project. Careful to avoid suspicion from the few potential hunters in the front, you slide quietly into a seat next to one particular dark-haired boy.

When Scott McCall notices you sitting next to him, he looks at you in confusion. “Not to be rude, but don’t you usually sit next to-” You cut him off briskly, pulling out your textbook and turning to the assigned page. “Yeah, but Ms. Finch said partners so I figured it would be alright.” You lean over the book as if starting to work on the assignment, but speak instead in a hushed tone.

“I need your help. It’s something really important.” Scott nods slowly. “Okay, what do you need help with?” You hesitate for a moment, deliberating on how best to explain your situation. “It’s the Argents. I know you’re a True Alpha, I need your help so they don’t kill me.”

Scott looks stunned for a second, then turns to you. “You’re a werewolf. How did I not know about that?” You laugh lightly. “I’ve been trying to keep it under wraps, but I found a death threat at my doorstep today from the Argents, and some of the wannabe hunters have been trailing me all day. I don’t know what to do.” Without attracting too much suspicion, you fish the note out of your backpack and hand it to Scott, who reads it quickly before giving it back to you.”

“That’s definitely a problem. Tell you what- head over to my house tonight after school. I'll get Stiles and the others to show up too, and we can all figure out what to do to make sure you’re alright.” You flash him a grateful smile. “Thanks. I mean it.” Scott returns your smile. “Hey, no problem. We’ve been needing to take care of the Argents for a while, anyway.”

The end of the day cannot arrive quickly enough, and you’re more than happy to quietly depart for Scott’s house. The hunters in the school have been eyeing you all day like you’re a prize pig they can’t wait to slaughter, instead of the fearsome monster that they all seem to fear.

By the time you manage to shake your followers and arrive at Scott's house undetected, the rest of the McCall pack is waiting for you. Scott ushers you inside, where everyone is gathered around the kitchen table, ready to help you with your little problem.

You pull the note you found earlier from your backpack and place it on the table, unfolding it so everyone can see the threat as well as the unmistakable logo of the Argents. Malia looks at it, thinking. “Chris Argent is still our ally, so this has to be Gerard’s doing. I thought we scared him out of town, though?”

Scott sighs. “I doubt we’d ever be that lucky. He’s probably trying to make his way back into Beacon Hills slowly, by taking out a wolf here and there.” Stiles squints up at you. “Also, Y/N, why didn’t you tell any of us you were a werewolf? We could have kept you more safe. I thought lone wolves were always unprotected.”

You tilt your head in acknowledgement. “Lone wolves face a lot more risk, that’s true. The thing is, I was trying my best to keep the whole werewolf thing a secret. I figured it would be easier to pretend to be a human if no one knew, and if I hung out with you guys, it would be pretty obvious that I was a supernatural of some sort.”

You look around the room, registering the confused looks on the faces of Scott and his friends. You spread your hands out in front of you, feeling slightly defensive. “Look, everyone who’s been associated with your friend group is either a supernatural or has been one at one point. If I wanted to make the hunters think I was a human, I probably wouldn’t be hanging out with the group that’s like 90% supernatural.”

Lydia nods, trying to hide a smile. “Y/N’s not wrong. I mean, Scott was a werewolf, then Malia was a werecoyote. Kira was human until she was revealed to be a kitsune, Liam was human until he was bitten, I thought I was human until I found out I was a banshee, Hayden and Corey became chimeras, Mason was host to the Beast, and even Stiles had to become the Nogitsune for a short while. Basically everyone in the pack has been a supernatural at one point.”

Stiles nods slowly. “I mean, I guess. I never thought about it that way.” Scott clears his throat. “Can we get back to the issue at hand? If Gerard Argent is coming back, then that spells bad news for Y/N. I’d like to make sure she lives long enough to graduate high school.” You laugh at that. “Me too. That sounds good.”

After a lengthy discussion, you and the McCall pack figure out what to do. You give them each directions to your house, and then the plan is set into motion.

By the time you make it back to your house, the sun is just starting to set. You toss your backpack into a corner of the room and make yourself a snack. Your parents are still at work, so the house appears deserted to any onlookers.

Just as you had feared, there’s another knock on the door. A voice calls out to you- “Come on out, Y/N. We know you’re there.” You give yourself a moment to collect yourself, then square your shoulders and walk to the door. When you pull it open, you find yourself face to face with at least half a dozen hunters, Gerard Argent at the front.

Gerard fixes you with a glare. “Did you really think that you could live freely and not be found out? We do not tolerate werewolves, a lesson you’ll be learning tonight. Beacon Hills is for the humans.” He gestures to one of the hunters, who hands him a crossbow. “Lone wolves do not survive for long out here. It’s a shame- you really should have known better than to be alone in a town like this.”

Gerard points the crossbow at you, an arrow aimed at the center of your throat. Before he can fire the weapon, however, a voice comes from behind you. “She’s not alone.”

Scott McCall steps out of the house, standing in between you and the hunter. The rest of the pack appears out of nowhere, encircling the hunters, who now look tense and afraid. Scott folds his arms over his chest, staring down at Gerard. “Do you remember the last time we spoke? We made a deal, one that is in your best interests to keep. The promise was that if you and your hunters left the supernaturals of Beacon Hills alone, we wouldn’t kill you on the spot.”

Scott gestures around to the pack. “We have weapons and powers that will allow us to take all of you down in the blink of an eye. So I’ll remind you, one last time, to honor our agreement. It’s as much for our benefit as it is for yours.”

Gerard maintains the eye contact for a moment longer, then looks away, nodding at his hunters to stand down. As they file out, Scott speaks one last time. “Y/N is with us. We have her back. If you even look at her again, I will slit your throat with my own claws.” Gerard spits out a few last words about how this is going ‘just as he had planned’ and that he is ‘warning you, Scott McCall, pride goeth before the fall’ before stumping away with the rest of his hunters.

Scott turns to you with a smile as the pack files inside your house. “See, that went pretty well. I don’t think they’re going to bother you again.” You laugh. “No, I think most of those guys looked like they’d rather move to Antarctica rather than have to deal with any of the pack again. They looked terrified.”

Scott laughs as well, but turns serious. “If you ever feel threatened again, please come find me. I know we just met and all, but I want to keep you safe.” You raise an eyebrow, smiling. “Man, I’d heard about Scott McCall’s need to save everyone, but isn’t this a little much?” Scott can’t help a smile. “You’re important to me, Y/N. I want to protect you.” You grin and nod. “Sounds like a plan. We’ll keep in touch.”

#teen wolf #scott mccall #scott mccall imagine #scott mccall x reader #scott mccall imagines #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf scott

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Future Ideas

I am trying to practice/experiment with more “niche” kinks: immobilty, gas, slob, dark feedism, etc. If you have any ideas I am SO open to hearing them! Some ideas: 1) Allison moving in with Scott and they spend more time being sickeningly in love than actually doing anything. Pizza boxes and beer bottles everywhere, kitchen stacked up with dishes, fridge filled with leftovers and not a single vegetable in sight. T he apartment always smells like old fast food and weed. Half the time Allison and Scott are sitting in too-tight, food stained, clothes because they’ve been too busy playing video games to order new ones. Possibly from Lydia and Stiles POV because they shouldn’t find it as attractive as they do that their best friends/crushes are turning into fat slobs. 2) The Sheriff taking a “I’m ten years from retirement and lucky I haven’t been killed in action” approach to his diet. Peter finds him at the local diner and promises to keep his secret from Stiles, but it starts to become a standing date. Sure, Peter might have the ulterior motives to make sure the Sheriff keeps stuffing himself with junk food and is declared no longer fit for duty so he’s no long in Peter’s way...but no one needs to know. 3) Stiles starts streaming and gaining for donations to pay for his bills while he looks for a job- but soon he’s struggling to deal with his fetish and his real life. Gets fired from one job for breaking uniform when he gains 15 pounds in a month. Keeps coming into work late or hungover from his previous night’s binge. Lunch breaks too long, eating too often during his shifts...soon he realizes his only job is going to be getting as fat as his online donors demand- with maybe one Alpha in particularly taking a VERY big interest. 4) Derek turning into a human - maybe only temporarily- and he’s in love with the sensations of being mortal. If he eats too much he can actually feel his stomach aching. Heartburn? Stomach aches? Stretch marks - all foreign to him but he loves feeling like he has full control over his body...every pound he intentionally packs on is changing him. He can actually indulge to the point it starts to weigh him down, fitness and mobility starting to slowly slip away. Somehow knowing he’s filling himself up with junk food that’s bad for him and seeing that he’s turning himself into a weak, flabby human is exactly what he wants....

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Stackson Week 2021 > DAY 3: Established Relationship

Summary: Stiles and Jackson don't feel the same way about a certain love/sex scene.

Notes: AU - Canon divergence, future, fluff, light angst, parenthood, marriage. Part 159 of “All I Saw Was You” (but can be read as a standalone)

When Stiles enters the bedroom he finds Jackson in bed wearing glasses reading his iPad with the light from the lamp on his nightstand.

Stiles shakes his head, sitting cross-legged on his side of the bed.

“Why did you leave?”

Jackson looks at him for a moment, shakes his head, and sighs as he looks back at the screen.

“I said: why did you leave?” Stiles insists.

“You know why. Why are you asking me?” Jackson asks, his eyes still focused on whatever he’s reading.

“Maybe I just wanna hear you say it?” Stiles shrugs.

“Or maybe you just wanna start the silliest argument we’ve ever had,” Jackson says, keeping his eyes on the screen.

“I don’t wanna start anything… but you know I like to watch it with you.”

“You don’t need me to watch TV,” Jackson shakes his head. “Besides, you can just tell Ilya to come over.”

“Sure. You know perfectly well that he’s in L.A. right now.”

“You can always FaceTime with him or watch it when he comes back,” Jackson says, finally looking at Stiles.

“I’m not gonna FaceTime with him! You’re right fucking here. And, if I wait, you know there will be spoilers everywhere,” Stiles says louder than he intended.

“Stiles, I’m not gonna argue about this shit. It’s stupid.”

“This is not an argument,” Stiles says, crossing his arms.

“Right,” Jackson nods, rolling his eyes, “it isn’t.”

“It’s just a series,” Stiles opens his arms wide. “I don’t understand it.”

Jackson shakes his head. “I know it’s a fucking series and if you like it, I’m not telling you not to watch it.”

Stiles sighs. “God, you’re such an asshole.”

“Are you sure this is still not an argument?” Jackson raises his eyebrows.

“So, do you want me to tell him that you didn’t watch it?” Stiles asks, raising his eyebrows.

“No,” Jackson shakes his head, still avoiding Stiles’ gaze. “I can tell him myself, thank you very much.”

Stiles reaches out and takes the distracting iPad away from Jackson’s hands, leaving it next to them on the bed.

“There was just one romantic scene. Are you really not gonna watch it for just one scene?” Stiles frowns.

“It wasn’t a romantic scene.” Jackson shakes his head. “It was a sex scene. And with this show, you never know how many you’re gonna get.”

“I thought it was romantic,” Stiles insists.

Jackson huffs a laugh. “Maybe the start was romantic… but I don’t need to see my son naked, fucking some guy, okay? Believe it or not, it’s not a priority in my life right now.”

“Oh my god, you’re such a prude!” Stiles says, waving his arms.

Jackson shakes his head and smiles, rolling his eyes. “You know I’m not... But hey, call me what you want—”

“Firstly,” Stiles interrupts him, “it’s not that explicit—”

Jackson huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “It’s pretty damn explicit for television.”

“And secondly, Brian is not some guy—Now he’s Vernon’s boyfriend.”

“Oh yeah, that makes a big difference,” Jackson shakes his head.

“Shouldn’t you be happy that they’re showing diversity and a healthy gay relationship? Don’t we get enough straight couples as it is?”

“You already know that I don’t have anything against the relationship or against the show,” Jackson says, defensively.

“No, you just have it against your son playing the part.” Stiles waves his arms.

“Oh my god,” Jackson closes his eyes and sighs. “I don’t have anything against him playing whatever part he wants. I'm proud that he got this role but these scenes—I’m uncomfortable, okay? And if you don’t understand it—then that’s your problem… not mine.”

Stiles shakes his head, biting his lips. “When I watch it, I don’t see Kyle and Levi—I see Vernon and Brian.”

“And I’m happy for you.”

“You know, it is called acting,” Stiles insists.

“Really?” Jackson raises his eyebrows. “I didn’t know that,” sarcasm all over Jackson’s voice.

“And the ‘sex scene’, as you call it, is part of the story because they’re attracted to each other—If nothing happened between them, this would be the fucking CW, okay? Maybe that’s what you want... Would you rather see him playing a teenager in The CW?”

“Well,” Jackson bites his lip, faking that he’s giving it some thought. “At least I could watch it,” Jackson smiles.

Stiles shakes his head. “You’re lucky I won’t tell him you said that.”

“You can tell him,” Jackson shrugs. “He doesn’t care what I think.”

“Of course, he does,” Stiles nods.

“Whatever you say,” Jackson shrugs.

“Jackson… I think…” Stiles hesitates. “I think…”

“What?” Jackson raises his eyebrows.

“Nevermind,” Stiles shakes his head.

“You’re gonna tell me sooner or later, so just say it,” Jackson says, waving his arms.

“Okay, I just… I think there’s something between them.”

“What?” Jackson frowns.

Continue on AO3

#stacksonweek2021 #stiles x jackson #stackson #teen wolf fanfiction #all I saw was you

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fandom-teen wolf

ship- sam/deena

character-stiles stilinski

teen wolf

Favorite character: Kira

Least Favorite character: Gerard or Kate

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Stalia, Scira, Scisaac, Scallison, Allydia

Character I find most attractive: Isaac

Character I would marry: also Isaac

Character I would be best friends with: Stiles

a random thought: no thoughts, head empty

An unpopular opinion: that I personally like Scott more than Stiles

My Canon OTP: Stalia

My Non-canon OTP: Scisaac & Allydia

Most Badass Character: Parrish

Most Epic Villain: another unpopular opinion, but I liked Jennifer Blake

Pairing I am not a fan of: Stydia, obviously

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): like every single character on this show that either got written, killed off, and/or barely had any screentime

Favourite Friendship: Sciles

Character I most identify with: Kira

Character I wish I could be: Stiles (because he got with Malia and Lydia and had Erica crushing on him and had a bit of tension with Cora, lucky bitch)

sam/deena

When I started shipping them: since their first scene

My thoughts: I literally fucking love them

What makes me happy about them: Deena's love and devotion to Sam like omg, someone get me a Deena

What makes me sad about them: literally what they wen through. Like get them therapy, please and thank you

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: nothing really annoys me

Things I look for in fanfic: if I like the plot, I like the fic

My wishlist: since there's rumors of a part 4 in the midst, I want more happy moments with them

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Either of them with Kate

My happily ever after for them: happily married <3

stiles stilinski

How I feel about this character: I'm in between on him, he has a lot of flaws, he isn't as perfect as most of the fandom makes him out to be but that's fine

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Malia and Cora

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Scott

My unpopular opinion about this character: He's a good character but I just think the hype goes on a little too much. And it starts to get weird. And no offense to some Stiles stans but there are some stans that are absolutely fucking nuts

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: that he wouldn't have gotten with Lydia. He had wonderful development when he moved on from her, but then that was ruined

Favorite friendship for this character: him and Scott

My crossover ship: don't have one

sorry it took forever

#answered #asks #teen wolf #sameena #sam fraser #deena johnson #stiles stilinski #aven tag

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SuperWolf

Requested by: @kikikittykis

Pairing: Scott x reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Characters: Y/N, Dean, Sam, Scott, Stiles, Derek

Description: Supernatural/Teen wolf Crossover!

"So, there have been multiple reports of murders going on in a town called Beacon Hills in central California. I think we should check it out."

Dean was sitting across from Sam, legs crossed over each other on the table and nursing a whiskey. "Murders, OK. But what makes this our sort of thing. Murders happen in small towns all the time."

Sam leaned in closer to the laptop screen and read through the article again. "It says that there were claw marks left on some of the bodies. Others were left completely mangled. I'd say that would definitely make this our sort of thing."

Dean sat upright in his chair and placed his whiskey on the table. "I don't know, Sammy. Sound just like a normal animal attack to me. I don't want to go all the way to Cali just to find out that animals have been munching on people. It just doesn't seem worth it to me."

Sam closed the laptop lid abruptly and got up from the table. "We've travelled further on less, Dean. I've got a feeling about this one. Go and get Y/N. We're leaving in 10." Sam walked away from the table and towards his room, leaving Dean sitting at the table. "Why am I always the one to get her? He knows that she hates leaving before having something to eat. She's gonna bite my fucking head off." Dean stood up from the table and made his way to your room, giving three quiet taps on the door.

You were sat upright on your bed, pillows supporting your back. Your stomach was beginning to rumble and you were about to get food when the knocks sounded at your door. "Come in!". The green eyed hunter entered your room with a sheepish look on his face. "Y/N/N, Sam's found us a case. Multiple mangled bodies in Cali. We're leaving in 10."

You groaned in response and slammed your book down on your bed. "Come on, seriously! How does this always happen when I'm going to get something to eat?! Fine, I'll be ready in 5." Dean quickly closed his door and made his way to his room, muttering under his breath how he's gonna get Sam back.

The journey to California was long and tiring. Sam and Dean were constantly bickering with each other which made you want to pull your hair out. You stopped at a few gas stations and filled the hungry void in your stomach which improved your mood a little. You all checked into a motel and began to research what the culprit could be.

"It seems like all of the murders are happening around the high school. We need somebody to go undercover and try to find out some information." Sam was sat at the table, huddled over a map. Dean looked at you as Sam finished his sentence, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Nope. No way. No fucking way, guys. I'm not going back to school. You've got no chance." You shook your head violently, completely refusing. "I had a terrible time at school. Why don't you guys do it?"

Sam and Dean smiled at each other. "Oh yeah, ok. I'm sure two fully grown men would be allowed to attend a high school, Y/N. C'mon, it'll only be until we've found what the hell this son of a bitch is and then we'll be gone." Sam flashed you his puppy dog eyes which immediately melted you.

"Fine!" You crossed your arms over your chest and sulked a little. "Sam, you really need to stop using those eyes, it's not very fair." He walked over to you and engulfed you into a bear hug, which immediately lifted your mood. "You know you love me." "Yeah, whatever. Let's get me registered so I can get this over and done with."

Scott and Stiles were walking down the hallway, whispering between themselves. "And what are you two girls whispering about?" They both stopped short when they seen Derek standing 2 feet in front of them, arms crossed and a smug smile plastered onto his face.

"What makes you think that we're acting like girls? Just because we whisper a lot and keep secrets doesn't mean we're acting - yep we're acting like girls." A red blush rose on Stiles' cheeks as he turned away from Derek, clearly embarrassed.

"What are you doing here, Derek? I thought you were staying away from us?" Scott gave Derek a questioning glare before delving into the depths of his locker to find his school books. "I need your help, Scott. Another body has been found and it looks like it was a wolf kill. We need to try and find whoever is doing this and stop them before we attract unwanted attention."

Scott turned around and opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. Derek tried to get his attention but failed so he decided to see what, or who, Scott was looking at.

Far across in the corner of the hallway, you were stuffing your useless school books in to your locker whilst talking on the phone to Dean. "This is absolutely pointless, I'm not going to find anything here, Dean." "How do you know that? You haven't even tried yet." You could practically hear the eye roll in his voice and huffed in response. "I swear, if this ends up wasting my time, Winchester, I'm gonna beat your ass."

You heard muffled laughter from the other side of the phone and hung up, internally screaming. You turned around and began to walk up the hallway to your 'class' when you felt two pairs of eyes on you. You turned around to confront these people but stopped dead in your tracks, a slight blush creeping onto your face.

"She's noticed you, McCall. Go and say something! We can talk about our wolf problem later." Scott growled a little when Derek pushed him towards you, eyes flashing red in his direction. Derek held his hands up and pulled Stiles away by his ear to stop him from eavesdropping. "Hey! Why does he always get the girls?!"

Scott shuffled forward slowly towards you, anxiety wrecking his body. He hadn't felt like this about a girl since Allison, and with what happened to her, he was a little hesitant to even think about dating another girl. You let out a breath to calm your nerves as he walked towards you.

Scott shuffled the remaining distance between you two and glanced up at you shyly. A blush rose up on your cheeks under Scott's stare. You cleared your throat quietly and began to speak.

"Hey, I'm Y/N L/N. I'm new here." You held out your hand and Scott took it, shaking it. "I'm Scott McCall, lovely to meet you. Maybe, if you wanted, I could show you around the town? There's a diner in town that sells the best milkshakes." You thought for a second before nodding your head. "That would be great, thank you." Scott led you out of the school entrance and made your way towards the diner.

"What the hell is she doing in there? She's supposed to be undercover, not going on dates!" Dean was sitting behind the wheel of the Impala, nostrils flaring in anger.

Dean and Sam had followed you to the restaurant so they could make sure you were safe.

"Is it the fact that she's not investigating or that she's with a boy?" Sam looked at his brother accusingly, knowing what the answer was.

Dean opened his mouth to say something but soon closed it when he seen you and Scott leaving the restaurant. You spotted the jet black 67 chevy in the parking lot and rolled your eyes inwardly. You turned to Scott and pressed a kiss to his cheek before saying goodbye and making your way towards the car. Both of the brothers braced themselves when you said into the backseat.

"What are you two doing here? I was investigating." You sat in the back with your arms crossed over your chest in frustration. You heard Dean take a deep breath before turning around to confront you.

"Yeah, it sure looked like investigating. What was that kiss you gave him? Looks to me like you were on a date! That's not what we're here to do!" Sam could tell Dean's anger was getting the better of him so he decided to step in.

"I think what Dean's trying to say is, don't get distracted. This job is very important and we don't want to get side tracked." Sam gave you a small smile before placing a hand on Dean's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.

You nodded in understanding. "I know that, but I really was investigating. I was seeing if Scott knew anything about the attacks that was going on, but he didn't."

You were lucky that the brothers didn't have any telekinetic abilities to read minds because at this point they knew that you were lying. Sure, you were investigating but Scott had told you something very important and you didn't want the Winchesters to know because you knew how they would react.

"Scott? Is that his name? Kinda young for you don't ya think?" You gave Dean a slap to the back of the head. "So what? It's not like you've been able to hit on anything older than you." Sam sniggered at your reply whilst you sat back smugly.

Dean cleared his throat before getting to the root of why they were in Beacon Hills. "Well, I know you didn't find out anything about this wolf, but me and Sammy did. We're going to head out tonight to catch this son if a bitch so we should be home by morning."

Your eyes went wide. You hadn't expected them to narrow down their search so quickly. You couldn't let them hunt down this wolf, at any cost. "And what exactly did you find out? Surely its not trustworthy?"

At the other side of the parking lot, Scott was standing next to his motorbike, listening in to your conversation. Anger grew in his body. "She's a hunter?! Why didn't she tell me?"

His eyes turned red before getting on his bike and riding away before he could hear the rest of the conversation.

Sam and Dean looked at each other and began to laugh. "Whats with all the questions, Y/N? You usually don't need anything trustworthy to hunt down monsters?!"

You shrugged in response. "I don't know, I guess its just a little too quick for my liking. Can we maybe sit on this for a little whilst we delve into the situation some more?" The brothers shook their head in confusion before turning back to the front of the car. "Alright, just one night though. Then we're definitely going to hunt it down."

You and the brothers parted ways for the night and checked into your own rooms. Immediately, you threw your bags down on the floor and pulled out your phone, dialling Scott's number.

The dialling tone rang for a few seconds before Scott picked up. "What?" Your face contorted in confusion at Scott's aggressive manner. "Woah, what's the matter with you?"

You could hear Scott's breathing becoming more heavy on the other side of the line. "Why didn't you tell me you were a hunter and you were hunting one if my kind?!"

Dread filled your whole body as you sat down on the bed in an attempt to stabilise yourself. "You weren't supposed to find out about that. I wanted to tell you, but I wanted to protect you. Other hunters aren't like me, they don't sympathise like I do."

Scott's breathing began to slow down a little as he processed the new information. "You should have told me, I would have understood. But please, leave this situation to us, we've got this handled. It'll be sorted by the end of the night."

You and Scott carried on the conversation for a few more minutes before hanging up. You lay back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Loud bangs on the door awoke you the next morning. You groaned at few loudness and swore inwardly at the people who dared wake you. You opened the door and found the Winchesters smiling widely at you.

"What do you want? Don't you know its rude to wake up a woman?" You walked slowly back into your room before flouncing back down on the bed.

"Good morning to you to". Dean walked in and grumbled slightly under his breath before you narrowing your eyes at him in response. "Turns out, it was just a wolf that was killing people. The cops found it this morning."

You sat up straight and stared at Sam. "Really?" Sam nodded in response as Dean took a seat at the table. "I told you it was a waste if time travelling down here, that it was just a normal animal attack. But did you listen to me? Nooooo."

Sam shook his head at Dean's childish actions. "Me and Dean have already checked out. We'll be waiting for you in the car when you're ready."

You gathered your belongings together after getting dressed and headed out to the Impala, handing in your keys at the desk after.

"Guys, can we please make a stop at the high school first. I need to say goodbye to Scott." Dean rolled his eyes in the mirror and began to place his foot down harder on the accelerator.

You had texted Scott to tell him you were on your way. He was waiting outside the school when the Impala pulled up. You got out of the car and walked towards him.

"Thank you for stalling them, Y/N. We managed to catch the wolf before they did anymore damage. I'm so sorry I was angry at you, I should be used to things like that by now."

You placed a warm hand on Scott's face which he leaned in to. "You don't have to say sorry. You had a right to be worried, given what you are. So thank you for catching whoever it was before those two got their hands on it."

Scott laughed in response. "So I guess this is goodbye then?" You nodded. "For now, yes. But I'll be back to visit my favourite werewolf."

Scott blushed at this before crashing his lips on yours in a passionate goodbye. After a few seconds, you both parted away from each other. He kissed your hands before you walked away.

"I'll text and call you, OK?" Scott nodded before waving goodbye and heading back into the school.

You slid into the backseat of the car when the brothers turned to face you, smug smiles on their faces.

"Looks like somebody's found someone she likes."

"Just drive you idiot."

You smiled to yourself and began counting down the days you'll be back in Beacon Hills.

#supernatural #supernatural fandom #dean winchester #sam winchester #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural imagine #spn #spn fandom #spn family #supernatural/teen wolf crossover #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fandom #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #scott mccall x reader #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #derek hale

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