#malia hale x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

riley-phoenix · 1 year

Text

Pairing: Malia X Reader(gender not specified), Scott X Kira, Alisson X Isaac, Jackson X Ethan, Lydia X Aiden, Stiles X Derek, Theo X Liam, Mason X Corey

Canon: Teen Wolf

Content: General stupid teenager trip stuff, smut, fluff, alcohol, nudity

Author's Note: I saw this post by @rottenstyx and it inspired me to write this fic, apologies if someone has already written it. Also, sorry this took SO long to write. I'm always busy and I never managed to find the time.

Summary: With graduation just around the corner, the senior members of the pack will soon be leaving Beacon Hills High School. You suggest the entire pack take a road trip together and just do some normal teenager things for a change, but what happens when you take a break from hunting evil and go on vacation?

The end of the school year. It was that time of year again, that time of year that normally brought a sense of joy along with it. That time of year that you and the rest of the pack would normally wait for eagerly... But not this year. Because this year, it was your last school holiday before college.

You had two things on your mind. Firstly, an unforgettable time with your friends. You wanted to spend one last, villian-free trip together before the end of an era dawned, and the majority of you would officially end your tenure at Beacon Hills High.

Secondly, and most importantly, you had a college decision to make. A hard one. Your girlfriend, Malia, had been placed on the waiting list at Santa Ana. While you were on the waiting list at both Santa Ana and Stanford. However, in a moment of madness, when questioned about it by Malia, you froze and only mentioned Stanford. Why would you do that? Because Stanford had always been your dream school. That was until you got another dream, to go to the same school as Malia. It was all you talked about for the past month. Sharing a dorm, walking each other to class, coming down together for the holidays; and now you were split between worlds.

You walked into your room to gather the last of your things for the trip. You were all driving up to Lydia's family's Lake House for the weekend. You sighed as you packed some clothes into a suitcase when Scott walked in.

"Ready?".

"Almost".

"What're you planning on doing when we get there?", Scott asked curiously.

You paused, "...I thought we were just gonna hang out. Why? Is there some serious conversation you needed to have?".

"Yeah... With Kira".

"Right! She's taking a gap year to go on that Asia trip with her parents".

"...And I dont know what we're gonna do since we were supposed to go on all those campus tours together. I can't just do nothing for a year".

"But you also don't wanna be a year ahead of her".

Scott nodded his head, "What about you and Malia? You guys probably have some stuff to clear out since you're going to different colleges".

"That's... Not the only problem we're having", you said shyly.

"Meaning?", Stiles said as he entered the room.

"Well... We've been dating for a while now. And we've said 'I love you', but we haven't..."

Scott and Stiles looked on in confusion.

You sighed, "Y'know, we haven't... Done it yet".

"Ooohhh", they said at the same time.

"Yeah, you ought to have that talk", Stiles said.

"Oh, Please", you responded, rolling you eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?", Stiles asked.

"You've had a crush on Derek for years and you haven't even talked to him about it yet".

"I have a pact".

"With?", Scott asked.

"Liam. I'll talk to Derek when he talks to Theo".

You and Scott laughed under your breath and Stiles rolled his eyes, "Can we go now?", He asked impatiently.

"Yeah, Let's get moving", you said as the three of you headed outside.

About an hour later, you all arrived at the luxurious cabin. You shuffled inside with multiple bags in hand and threw them inside an empty room.

"Hi!", A voice called out enthusiastically. You turned around to see Malia, with her arms outstretched, moving towards you. She placed her arms gently around your neck and gave you a peck on the lips.

"Hi", you said, as you kissed her back.

"How was your drive?", She asked.

"Fine. Where's everyone else?".

"Outside. Mason and Corey are starting a barbeque".

You walked outside, hand in hand, and found Mason had already set up the barbeque stand while Corey prepared the meat.

Later that evening, you sat on a fold-up chair and praised a hotdog, possibly the best you've ever tasted. "Oh my god, Mason what is in this?".

He smiled, "It's Corey's secret recipe".

You looked at Corey expectedly.

Corey put his hands up in defence, "A magician never reveals his secrets".

You laughed, took another bite of the delicious hotdog and noticed something out of the corner of your eye. On the edge of the dock, Scott and Kira were sitting side by side on the wooden platform above the water, engaged in a conversation; and it looked serious.

"I... Don't know what I'm gonna do next year", Scott said.

"What'd you mean?", Kira asked.

Scott sighed, "We were supposed to go on all those campus tours together, pick one and start the year together. Now you're taking a gap year... I don't wanna do nothing for an entire year but... I also don't wanna start a year before you".

Kira sighed, "Right... The Asia trip. It meant so much to my parents I didn't think about how it would affect... Us. Do you want me to not go?".

"Only if you don't want to".

Kira sighed, "But I do want to, Scott... But I also want to start freshman year with you... Together".

"...Are we gonna be together next year?".

"Yes! God, yes... I love you, Scott McCall".

"I love you too... So... What are we gonna do then?".

Kira thought for a second, then, an idea sparked in her head, "Come with me".

"What?".

"Come with me. On the trip, and we'll do the campus tours after. That way you don't have to spend a year waiting for me and we can still start freshman year together".

Scott considered the idea, then he smiled. A big, bright genuine smile. "Okay", he said, as he leaned forward to cup her cheek with his hand and kiss her passionately.

You couldn't hear what they were saying but you were happy they made up, and seeing them have the tough conversation they were avoiding made you realise there was a talk you'd been avoiding as well. You looked around for Malia but couldn't find her. Excusing yourself, you headed inside the house to look for her. You opened the door to the room you had kept your bags in, and at the very same time caught Malia exiting the shower; completely naked.

"Oh--Sh--Sorry!", You exclaimed as you turned around.

"*your name*, I'm fine with you seeing me naked", she said with a chuckle.

"I'm not"

Once again, she chuckled, "You're cute... What's up?".

"I... Wanted to talk to you about something".

"Okay then", she said as she waited patiently for you to speak, although an impending silence filled the air.

"Can you put a towel on please?".

"Ugh, fine"

You waited a few seconds for her to cover herself up. "You can turn around now".

You turned around and saw Malia wrapped In a white towel, folded neatly just above her breasts and her hair still slightly damp. "So... You had something on your mind".

"Yeah. I was thinking... We've been dating a long time...".

"We have".

"And I was thinking... Before we graduate. There's something we haven't done before that I think I'm ready to do... But not sure if you feel the same way about--".

"You wanna have sex", Malia says quite bluntly.

"Yeah", you say, with a hint of embarrassment.

"Why're you so nervous about this".

"Because I... I haven't...", You sighed, "I haven't done this before".

"You're a virgin?".

"Yeah".

Malia paused, and observed the situation carefully before speaking again, "You said you were ready", Malia said, with her big, brown, soul bearing eyes staring into yours.

"I am. I just wasn't sure if you were".

"I am", she says, with absolutely no hesitation. "So...."

"I don't know", you say shyly.

Malia leans forward and kisses you, then she leans back, and slowly, seductively, removes the towel and let's it fall to the floor. She's completely naked. "Now you", she says.

You start removing your clothes. Following her moves, you take them off slowly and let them fall to the floor, letting her watch and enjoy and allowing her lust for you to grow stronger. Soon you're both completely naked.

Malia leans forward to kiss you again, this time you place your hands around her waist and push her down onto the bed. All of a sudden, the door swings open and Stiles and Derek barge in, half naked and kissing each other.

"Stiles!?", You scream out.

"*your name*!?", Stiles responds.

"Derek!?", Malia exclaims.

"Malia!?", Derek shouts.

"WHAT!?", Derek and Stiles scream simultaneously.

"GET OUT!", You and Malia yell in response.

Embarrassed, Stiles and Derek stumbled out of the room. You sighed, "Maybe we should take this somewhere more private?", You asked.

"Agreed", Malia said desperately.

You both streaked naked out of the room and ran into a nearby closet. Inside, it was pitch black. Despite not being able to see a thing, you started again. You took Malia in your arms and, chest to chest, you started embracing each other in passionate kisses, earning small moans from each other along the way.

You felt a hand reach around your neck and pull you in.

Then a second one around the small of your back.

And then another one touch your leg.

"Wait, what?"

You turned on the lights and turned around to see that Theo and Liam, also naked, were also in the closet.

"Liam!?", Malia exclaimed.

"Malia!?", Theo shouted.

"We are NOT doing this again", you said with a hint of annoyance. You grabbed Malia by the hand and once again, streaked across the house naked back to the room you were in originally. You placed a tie on the handle for privacy before shutting the door. You knew you were going to be in there for a long time.

You woke up the next morning wrapped in the sheets with Malia asleep next to you. You leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. Her eyes fluttered and she smiled. "Good morning", you said, as you kissed her again.

"Good morning", she replied, and paused before speaking as if to say something emotional or meaningful "I was hoping we could do this for the first time before we leave. Since we're going to different schools, y'know?"

"Yeah... I know exactly what you mean", you say with a hint of guilt.

You walked outside, hand in hand, both with untidy hair and joined the others for breakfast. You noticed the twins laughing about something.

"Ethan, Aiden, What's up?", You asked. They both signalled for you to be quiet as Jackson entered the room. He had a magic marker moustache and goatee drawn on his face and yet still, he walked with his usual sense of self confidence.

"What's wrong?", Jackson asked as he noticed everyone staring.

"Nothing, babe", Ethan said as they kissed.

Everyone laughed under their breath and you heard a sound come from your laptop. You opened it up and noticed that there were two notifications from your emails. You opened them and horror fell upon your face as you read them.

An acceptance letter from Santa Ana.

And...

An acceptance letter from Stanford.

"Shit!", You exclaimed

"What was that?", Malia asked.

"Hm? Oh, nothing".

You knew this decision was going to be hard. Do you go to your dream school or do you go to school with Malia? Both would be amazing. In truth, you were hoping fate would make the decision for you by getting you accepted by one and rejected from the other, leaving you with no choice. Well, here you were with a choice, and you didn't wanna make it, but time was running out.

"Hey guys, I invited a few people over to have a party later tonight", Jackson said.

"Should be fun", Aiden says, with his arm around Lydia's shoulder.

"Nothing too crazy, Jackson. My parents will kill me if this place gets trashed".

"Relax, it's just a few people".

A few hours later...

Literally every 12th grader from Beacon Hills High is stuffed into the cabin. Loud pop music plays in the background as people dance and play party games.

At the dart board, your team needs a bullseye to level things up, and Isaac has been your shining star so far. He's hit the centre on 7 out of his previous 9 attempts. Allison's team watches on in anticipation, if Isaac misses, they win.

"Miss, Isaac! Miss!", Allison screams in the background.

Isaac turns to her before throwing the dart. "Sorry babe, nothing's making me miss this shot".

Allison lifts up her shirt and bra and reveals her breasts to Isaac. Drooling over them, he doesn't pay attention to board and throws the dart completely wide.

"NO!", you scream in despair as the other team begins to cheer.

The party went on late into the night as people played spin the bottle, truth or dare and beer pong. Alot happened but somewhere in the night, Malia kissed Lydia causing everyone to cheer. You were asked to tell the truth about when you lost your virginity, and when you replied "Yesterday", it was met with silence followed by uproarious laughter and Allison proved to have a surprisingly high alcohol tolerance.

The next morning, everyone besides the pack had left, and you were all just about finished cleaning up the cabin. When you were done, you threw the garbage bags aside and sat around a fire. "I've got the strong stuff!", Lydia says as she joins the rest of the pack with a bottle of Jager in hand.

"This is it", you say in a gloomy tone. "This is the last thing we do together before we leave for college".

The statement sends a ripple effect of sadness throughout the pack. An impending silence fills the air for more than a minute as you all reminisce about everything that's happened over the last few years. "To Beacon Hills", Lydia says as she takes a large sip of Jager and passes it along. Soon everyone has taken a sip of the strong alcohol and said, in various different tones, "To Beacon Hills!".

As everyone finished up their conversations, you pulled Malia aside asking if you could talk, and she obliged. "What's up?", She asked.

"Malia... I haven't been completely honest with you. There's alot I need to tell you, so... You need to promise to let me finish. This is important".

"Oh...okay", she says softly.

"I was on the waiting list for Santa Ana, but what I didn't tell you was that I was also on the waiting list for Stanford. I didn't tell you because even though I really really wanna go to the same school as you... It's always been my dream to go to Stanford. And I've just been accepted to both. I've made My decision...

... and I'm going to Stanford. Look, I know what they say about long distance relationships, but we're special, we can make it work--"

"--*your name*", she says.

"--Because if you think about it were going to be really busy with classes anyway, and I know you really wanted to share a dorm and I'm sorry--"

"--*your name*", she says again.

"--But I swear I'll come and see you every holiday and every time I'm free and I'll call you all the time as well--"

"--*YOUR NAME*!", She exclaimed, much louder than before.

"Yeah?", You asked, expecting the worst.

"I'm happy you're going to Stanford".

"Really?".

"Yeah... 'cause... I haven't been entirely honestly with you either".

"What'd you mean?"

Malia reached into her pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, "This", she handed it to you and you unfolded it. It was an acceptance letter to Stanford.

"YOU GOT INTO STANFORD!?".

"Hey!", She said as she squinted her eyes, slightly offended.

"Sorry", you said with an apologetic chuckle. "...Why didn't you tell me?", You asked.

"The same reason you didn't tell me about Santa Ana".

You laughed, you laughed in relief and then Malia joined you, placing her hands over your shoulders and leaning her face closer to yours. "So... What're we doing?", You asked.

"We're going to Stanford, *your name*, and we're going together".

You smiled a huge, beaming smile of relief and pulled Malia in for a long, tantalizing kiss. You looked out into the sunset, unsure of what your futures hold, but grateful you get to experience it together.

The moment is interrupted by Stiles' police radio message, "We need all units available to make their way to the woods we have found half a dead body, I repeat we have found half a dead body, over".

Stiles raises his finger and opens his mouth to speak but is cut off.

"NO!", Everyone yells at once.

Masterlist

Fandom List

Taglist

Tags: @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @melthedwarf @emilyjade22 @cactuwus

#teen Wolf #teen wolf smut #teen wolf fandom #malia x reader #Malia hale x reader #malia Tate x reader #teen wolf fanfiction #McCall pack #Skira #Alisaac #Jethan #Sterek #Laiden #Thiam #Morey

102 notes · View notes

green-typewriterz · 8 months

Text

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED*

*requests are open for Buck ONLY

Hello!

I am a fic writer who is now opening requests!

what i will write:

angst

hurt

comfort

fluff

injury and the like

what i won't write:

Explicit content, I’m fine with kissing but no sex/ more as I am ace and sex repulsed

NSWF (only sexual I will do violence and swearing lol)

pregnancy or being a parent

minor x adult ships (eg Sterek)

If there is a topic you are unsure about feel free to message me and I will clear it up! I will most likely mainly be writing for:

EVAN BUCKLEY PLEASE SEND ME EVAN BUCKLEY FICS

SAM WINCHESTER

Kaz Brekker

Matt Murdock

Sidney Prescott

Amber Freeman

Wes Hicks

Tara Carpenter

Sam Carpenter

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Pretty much any teen wolf character

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

29 notes · View notes

t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

Note

love triangle w malia x reader x stiles plsss 😍💗💗🐺🐺🚙🚙

Malfoy, Draco Malfoy

a/n: hi hi! sorry this is a little short. I just wanted to finish it up and get it to you as soon as I could. I hope you enjoy.

word count: 500+

summary: harry potter, malia, and stiles. what more could you want?

warnings: a couple kisses that's it.

teen wolf - masterlist m.masterlist

----------------

What are we watching?" Stiles asked, entering the living room. Which you and Malia currently occupied, eyes focused on the screen.

"Harry Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone," you responded, grabbing the popcorn Stiles held in his hands and settling it on your lap. Malia leaned over your shoulder grabbing a palm full for herself. She leaned back and you followed by resting yourself between her legs and leaning into her chest.

Stiles hummed in response. Pulling up the blanket that you and Malia were sharing and sliding under it as well. Malia rested into his side while he wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

"I've only watched up to the Goblet Of Fire I'm pretty sure. Scott always got too annoyed at Ron when we tried to binge it." You furrowed your brows.

"Was that why he had a sudden hyperfixation on Emma Watson?" You questioned.

"Yep," Stiles responded, popping the p with his lips. You nodded to yourself, quietly.

As the movie started the three of you quieted down. In the process Stiles' hand found yours, enclosing it in his grasp and resting it on his thigh.

–

"Who's the one with the burnt hair?" Malia questioned for the third time.

"Malfoy, Draco Malfoy," you answered in a british accent. Malia let out a huff.

"I swear to god, he sounds like a deformed rat." Stiles let out a snort as you chuckled to yourself, not denying her statement. You flung the blanket off of you, tossing it to Stiles.

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom real quick," you announced, leaning in to give a quick kiss on Malias lips and getting up. A scoff was heard behind you and you turned to Stiles who looked rather offended.

"Where's my smoochy?" He questioned. You cringed visibly.

"I'm not giving you one if you ever call a kiss a smoochy again," you stated approaching him, placing a peck to the corner of his mouth and retreeting. However he held you still and connected your lips once more, holding you chin with his hand and giving you a proper kiss.

This time you pulled away giggling and making your way to the bathroom.

—

Once you freshened up and headed back you were met with the sight of a drooling Stiles laying on Malia's shoulder.

"He does this every time," you whisper, crawling back into your original spot. Malia hummed quietly, wrapping her arms around your waist and kissing your temple.

"At least he's actually sleeping," she stated, grabbing the blanket and covering the two of you. You grabbed the popcorn and handed the bowl to her. She grabbed a handful and thanked you gently.

Silence settled over you as your hand fell once again to Stiles' thigh. Rubbing your thumb lightly against it as your other hand covers Malias.

Slowly you followed Stiles' actions as your eyes Grew heavier. The heat of Malias body and the drowning sound of the movie lulling you to sleep.

And you wouldn't want to fall into the endless dream land any other way.

#teen wolf x reader #stiles stilinski x you #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski x y/n #stiles x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #malia hale x reader #malia tate x reader #stiles x reader x malia #malia x stiles x reader #reader x malia x stiles

180 notes · View notes

heliads · 2 years

Note

TW imagine you are Scott sister and he explaines things to Malia while there in your room and Scott notices your Diary journals on your desk and he reads them and finds odd cards to the pack from you because they always for get you even on your birthday and it makes Scott sad. Scott talks about your childhood that you had and that u where being bullied and not a part of the pack. Could you please put Derek in it since him and Malia are cousins.

teen wolf <3

masterlist

Scott McCall gets home late that night. He’s used to these sort of days, the times when he’s so busy trying to stay afloat in a surging sea of school plans and hunter evasions and whatever new threats Beacon Hills has decided to kill him with that he scarcely has any time to himself. The moon has long since risen, and Scott thinks it’s as sure a sign as any that things are going badly around here that the almost full disc in the sky doesn’t bother him as much as it once was.

For a moment, he allows himself to miss the past. He can still picture how young he’d been when Peter Hale had first given him the bite, how Scott had basically been left to fend for himself with no other help than Derek showing up randomly and creepily to issue out weird phrases like ‘the bite is a gift’ and ‘we’re brothers now’ before disappearing again. Yeah, Scott still brings that up whenever he can. He feels that he deserves it.

Back then, Scott had Stiles, which had made the whole thing better. Despite the avalanche of stupid sarcastic comments about wolfsbane (which ended up being real) and full moons (also real) and packs (ok, so maybe Stiles had actually been on to something more than just making Scott lose his mind), Scott can’t think of someone he’d rather have by his side.

Even now, with Stiles returned to the FBI Academy, Scott still feels like he isn’t alone. Stiles calls all the time, updating his friends on crucial events like getting to brainstorm potential killers for recent murders or the cafeteria running out of chocolate syrup, things that are apparently of equal importance.

Still, Scott misses his friend. After so long of being pretty much inseparable, the vast distance between the two of them seems like an impossible challenge. There are days when he turns to hear Stiles’ humorous take on the latest threat to Beacon Hills only to find empty space where his best friend would have once been practically hovering over his shoulder.

That’s why Scott is pretty glad that he isn’t alone tonight. It’s been too hard for too long, and even if he’s expected to be some omnipotent alpha who always has the answers to every single problem, that’s not really the case.

For once, though, he isn’t going back to a dark house, one with the windows tightly shuttered like old ladies clutching their purses when they walk by a teenager with a little too much confidence. His mom has started working later and longer shifts at the hospital; neither of them bring it up, but her absence rings through the house, practically begging to be noticed.

However, Scott doesn’t have to creep through the empty house as if it’s no longer his, not tonight. He’s got a sure fire way of keeping the silence at bay: namely, the girl next to him, Malia Hale.

Malia catches him looking and grins. She still smiles like a werecoyote. Malia may have broken free from her permanent animal state, but Scott swears she’s still not entirely human. Right now, she could howl at the moon and make it still look normal.

This being said, he wouldn’t change a thing about her. Sometimes Scott envies Malia for the ease in which she lives her life. Other than fearing death by the hunters as they all do, Malia just goes about her day, sparing no time for inconsequential things like guilt or precalculus. She treads easily on all she’s done, whereas Scott’s conscience threatens to pull him under with every step.

They are growing to be more like each other, though. Scott feels more free by the day, and last week he swears he witnessed Malia help this little kid cross the road. She’d never admit to it, of course, but he knows what he saw.

Right now, he needs her most of all. The night should be his domain, especially with the light of an almost full moon painting his back with thick, broad strokes of white, but instead it just sets his mind to turmoil. At night, Scott has nothing to distract himself from all the stresses currently threatening to tear him asunder. It’s just him and the world, both trying to rid themselves of the other.

Whenever Scott’s worries get too much, though, he glances over at Malia again and remembers that he’s not alone. They’re pulling up to his house now, and for once it doesn’t seem so cold.

Malia makes her way easily through the darkened halls, the product of many, many days spent here. She technically has a home with Derek and Peter and any number of surviving Hales, but Scott knows that she’s still afraid to fully commit to living with them. Maybe he isn’t the only one trying to face down the terror of not being exactly what the world expects from them.

Scott opens the door to his room, crosses the floor on increasingly slow footsteps, and flops down on his bed. The moonlight makes it in here even still, refusing to leave him alone. It’s trapped by the shades of his window blinds, though, and can only attempt to reach him through waving tendrils of pale light that stretch across his ceiling.

He watches them bend and wave, each white strand only a few inches wide. They can’t reach him, not tonight. He’s reached home base, he’s not alone. Nothing can touch him now.

Malia regards the faint beams of moonlight too, then turns her attention to poking around Scott’s room. She’s been in here a thousand times, but still forced herself to peer in every nook and cranny as if expecting to find a sachet of wolfsbane tucked behind an ancient third grade spelling bee trophy.

Scott tucks his hands behind his head, watching her with amusement. “Have you found anything different yet?”

Malia rolls her eyes. “Not yet, but I’m sure I will. Look, it’s a natural instinct, alright? Gotta secure the perimeter of a home.”

Scott chuckles. “You’re securing perimeters now? Maybe you should give Stiles some tips, he’s apparently indoctrinated you into the FBI way of life.”

Malia breaks from her search to give him a vexed look, then goes back to her perusal. “And he would love to hear from me, of course. I’m fantastic.”

Scott’s smile grows content. “I know you are.”

Malia turns away hurriedly so Scott can’t see her beaming, but he thinks he can feel the force of it from here, and takes in every iota of happiness that has just crossed her face. Man, he likes her. He likes her a lot.

Scott has finally allowed himself to drop the last of his worries like stones, but his calm is rattled when Malia leans back, a stack of letters in her hands.

“What are these?” She asks. To her credit, Malia doesn’t start rifling through them immediately, although Scott can tell that she’d like nothing more than to do so.

Immediately, Scott remembers, and sits up slowly. “Those are from my sister, Y/N.”

Malia frowns. “Right, your sister. You never talk about her, so I guess I assumed you would never write.”

Scott stands up, walking over so he can look at the familiar written script. “That’s what I assumed too, but she proved me wrong when I got the first postcard.”

Malia’s brow furrows. “Why, did the two of you part on bad terms?”

Scott grimaces. “Something like that. She knew when I got the bite for the first time because it’s practically impossible to hide something like that forever, not from a family member. The only problem is that I didn’t make enough space in my life for her after that. She didn’t feel like a part of the pack, she didn’t even feel like my sister anymore. She left before you came along.”

Malia turns some of the postcards over in her hand, noticing the variety of locations emblazoned on the fronts. “I don’t get it. She, what, didn’t feel included and so she left? That’s not your fault, that’s her being a weirdo.”

Scott laughs in spite of himself, although he assumes he should regret it. “It wasn’t like that. In the very beginning, there wasn’t supposed to be a pack at all. It was just me and Stiles, you know? Then Allison started helping, and Lydia warmed up to us, and once Isaac and Derek came over to our side it actually turned into something. Y/N felt like I had cut her out of my life, so she left before she had to start feeling like an outsider with every other part of her world as well. I still think she was right to do it.”

Malia taps a finger against the stack of letters thoughtfully. “She was jealous, then, of the fact that you were supernatural? Stiles had been here since the beginning too and he never felt like that. I just don’t get why she was so upset.”

Scott rubs a hand on the back of his neck absentmindedly. “Of course Stiles felt like that, he just doesn’t like talking about it. He’ll cover up anything with a joke if he thinks it means people won’t look too closely at what he’s hiding. He’s been turned off of that, though, ever since the Nogitsune. I think he’s terrified that even thinking about being supernatural will make those deaths his fault, because then it would be obvious that he didn’t learn a thing from being possessed.”

Malia nods, sucking in a breath. “And Y/N, where is she now? Why’d she forgive you?”

Scott stares at the letters. He’d been so afraid that one day she would just stop writing, that she’d remember how callous he was and decide to cut him off for good. The letters keep coming, though, and Scott is still so afraid to jinx them.

“I’m not entirely sure. I think she needed the distance to clear her head, and be someone for herself instead of just being my sister. She travels a lot, started college, that sort of thing. Every now and then she writes to me about a pack she found or someone she thinks I should contact if things go supernaturally bad. She’s been very helpful in the past.”

Malia thinks about that for a moment. “So it’s like she is a part of the pack, then. Just really far away.”

After a heartbeat, Scott starts to smile. “Actually, yeah. I never thought about that. I should tell her sometime.”

A voice from the doorway makes both of them startle. “Tell who what? Are you talking about Y/N again?”

Malia makes a face at Derek Hale, who has appeared out of nowhere to lean idly against the open door frame. “It’s none of your business, that’s what. Also, stop jump scaring us like that. Knock for once in your life.”

Derek smirks. He has the same habit as Malia of always flashing his fangs whenever he smiles. “That’s my bad, you guys must not have heard me knock. Malia, I need you for official Hale business. Why are you talking about Y/N?”

Malia shrugs. “Just looking at some of her old letters. Why, did you know her?”

Derek tilts his head back, staring at the ceiling as he thinks. “In bits and pieces, yeah. I remember thinking the day she left that at least one of us would get to go live their lives free of all of this. You should ask her to visit sometime, it would be good to see her again.”

Scott nods. “Yeah, it would.”

Derek nods back, then tilts his head meaningfully towards the door. Malia sighs, then gives Scott a quick hug goodbye and disappears from the room. Derek lingers a little longer, though.

“You think this is your fault, don’t you? Y/N leaving, I mean.”

Scott sighs. “It is my fault. I pushed her away.”

Derek straightens up from his post against the threshold. “Not every disappearance is your fault. Trust me, I’ve watched enough people leave. Sometimes people just have to go, no other way about it. Y/N did what was best for her. That being said, if you want to meet up again, I think the two of you would be the better for it.”

Scott inclines his head. “I’ve been thinking the same thing. Thanks, though. I appreciate it.”

Derek smiles. He’s been doing it more frequently as of late, finally letting go of the cold hatred that’s been plaguing him for so long. “Any time. We still look out for each other, right?”

Scott watches the guy go, feeling oddly peaceful. “That we do.”

He listens for the sound of Malia getting into Derek’s car, then both of them driving away. Scott is well and truly alone now, although for once he doesn’t feel it. Instead, he has hope, hope that soon things will be better. He manages to fall asleep fairly quickly, and the faces that once haunted him just make the whole thing feel like a dream.

teen wolf tag list: @thatfangirl42, @rogueanschel, @lovesanimals0000, @rafecameronswhore, @bellabadacadabra, @watchreadfangirlrepeat

#scott mccall #scott mccall imagines #scott mccall x reader #scott mccall oneshot #malia hale #malia hale imagines #malia hale x reader #malia hale oneshot #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf oneshot #teen wolf scott #teen wolf scott imagines #teen wolf scott x reader #teen wolf scott oneshot #mccall!reader

228 notes · View notes

gamergirl929 · 1 year

Text

Why do I want to write Malia Hale/Tate x Reader fanfiction all of a sudden?

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #malia hale #malia tate #malia hale x reader #malia tate x reader #maybe where reader is a wolf too and part of scotts pack or a lone wolf or something?

35 notes · View notes

samdeancass · 2 years

Text

Beg For It

Requested by: @freyamikaelsonlover

Pairing: Malia Tate x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Malia, Y/N

Description: After being teased all day in school by Y/N, Malia decides to get a little revenge.

You could see the tenseness in Malia’s shoulders as you continued to whisper dirty little secrets under your breath, so that only she could hear you. You loved being able to see Malia this vulnerable. With her being a supernatural creature, you never really got to see her vulnerable side, which made it even more pleasurable for you.

Malia’s breathing was beginning to get heavy with frustration at your teasing. She closed her eyes and tried to steady it, with little luck. However, just before the last bell of the day rang, an idea popped into her head and she smiled before looking over at you to give a mischievous smirk.

The both of you walked back to Malia’s like you usually did after school but something was a little different this time. The atmosphere was thick between you both as both of your senses were heightened with lust and longing. As soon as you both step foot through the door, you both threw your bags onto the floor and began to make out.

Malia pushed you up against the wall and took charge, immediately pushing her tongue into your mouth. You groaned at her dominance as her hand began to roam your body; her other hand holding yours above your head. You began to wriggle in her grasp and she let out a small chuckle as she smelt the change in you.

“I’ve really turned you on, haven’t I? Being all dominant with you? Maybe I should do it more often.” You nodded your head eagerly as she looked you up and down, hungrily. Much to your dismay, though, she stepped away and walked over to the sitting area, taking a seat on the sofa. “Before that though, I think you should be punished for all of the teasing you did to me today, what do you think?”

You stayed silent as Malia ushered you over with a swish of her finger. You walked over to her, hesitantly but also feeling excited. This was a new side to Malia which you had never seen and you were very curious to see where this could lead. “Sit on my leg and ride it. Ride it as fast as you can but you must not orgasm, otherwise you will get a mush harsher punishment, understand?” You nodded and got onto her leg, the immediate friction between your vagina and her leg making you moan.

“Ride it!” She slapped your ass and you began to ride her leg. Slowly at first,but the longer you went on, the more you wanted and the faster you went. Illicit moans flew out of your mouth as the feeling of orgasm became more and more prominent. You really had to stop yourself from cumming right there and then, remembering Malia’s warning.

She smiled at you, knowingly and passed you a leftover pillow from a few nights ago. “Now get off my leg and ride this pillow, ride it to your heart’s content but you mustn't orgasm.” You whimpered and nodded. Slowly you got up from her leg and moved over to the other side of the sofa. You let out a loud moan as the pillow made contact with your nerves and you began to move back and forth on it.

Your breathing became more shallow as the feeling inside your stomach built up. “Please, Malia. I don’t know how much longer I can last.” You turned but noticed that she was no longer in her seat but standing in front of you, completely naked except from a strap-on dildo attached to her and a shit-eating grin on her face.

“This is what happens when you tease me, Y/N, especially in a place where I can’t do anything about it. Now, I’m going to fuck you harder than I ever have before but you can’t cum unless I say so. It could me seconds, it could be minutes in between, but this is your punishment for teasing me.”

She flipped you over onto your front and ripped your pants down. Without any warning, she pushed inside of you and began fucking you, fast and hard. She never let up her pace, Every time you asked to cum, she always denied you and always made sure to tease you a little bit more. She reached around and attached her fingers to your clit, rubbing roughly. “MALIA, PLEASE!”

She chuckled loudly and proudly. “Cum, my dirty little whore.” At that, you let out everything that had built up with an exasperated moan, your juices spilling out all over the dildo. Malia leaned over you and whispered in your ear. “Now, I should hope that you will never tease me again. But just know that if you do, this is what will be waiting for you.”

Teen Wolf Tags:

@akshi8278 @bxoken-heartss

Malia Tate Tags:

@rileyphoenix98

#malia tate #malia tate x reader #malia tate imagine #malia tate fanfiction #malia tate smut #malia hale #malia hale x reader #malia hale imagine #malia hale fanfiction #malia hale smut #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf smut

210 notes · View notes

wdwmarveldisney · 2 years

Text

Hear my Voice

Malia Hale x reader

Summary: You found it weird, in all honesty. Everyone from the age of ten could talk to their soulmates telepathically. But you? You hadn't heard from yours.

Masterlist

A/N: I love Malia and I love soulmate au so here is some unprompted stuff that may count as like kinda fluff. I don’t know. I know there’s a bit of swearing though so have that. Was proofread but I was tired so it wasn’t exactly good proofreading.

GIF isn’t mine

You found it weird, in all honesty. Everyone from the age of ten could talk to their soulmates telepathically. All your friends had immediately met up with theirs or talked about possibly meeting up when they were too far away. But you? You hadn't heard from yours, like ever. People gave you looks of pity as you spent years endlessly trying to contact them, willing them to answer. After a while, by the time you were fourteen, you gave up completely and accepted the facts. You had lost your other half before you even got to meet them. It was depressing, you knew that, but it was life. Hard and cruel life. It happens all the time and you'd just have to understand that.

And you had. You'd moved on and just carried on with life, decent grades and you had a space on the lacrosse team that seemed to be stable. You had good friends and a nice family. You had gotten out of your habit of trying every now and then but there were still days where you felt the lowest of low so you would try your hardest to get some sort of response but it was all useless. So now you sat in maths, mind wondering to basically anything but vectors. Tapping your pen at a constant beat, you ignored the teacher as easy as you breathed.

You could see the girl in front resting her head in one hand as she highlighted her book, mostly using red over every paragraph, and you noticed how everything was colour coded. You could only hope that red was a good thing for her sake. Without being able to help it, you watched her in the most non creepy way you could. You noticed how her knee wouldn't stop bouncing, how she constantly moved to readjust her hair out of her face, how she glanced up to the board every now and then before scribbling something down. You knew she was relatively new to the school, hanging out Scott and Stiles and Lydia and Kira and that lot.

Slowly slipping further into a daze as you observed her, it was fair to say you jumped out of your skin when the words rang throughout your head. What the actual fuck is this? You jumped up, backing away from the table as you tried to get over the shock. That wasn't your voice. The voice sounded confused and annoyed and slowly an excited smile made its way to your face. A little huff of disbelief left your lips, hand flying up to rest on the top of your head. You could hear the teacher talking to you faintly and could feel everyone staring at you but you didn't care. Your soulmate had just spoken to you.

Finally looking up, you smiled sheepishly at the glare the teacher aimed your way and slipped back into your seat with your head falling into your hands. Do you respond? They just spent the last six or so years ignoring you. But maybe they had good reason. You should leave it a little while, don't want to seem clingy. You folded your hands in front of you, sitting up taller as you counted to ten in your head. Yeah, that should do it. Hello? You brought your thumb to your mouth, eyes trained on the board.

You just about noticed the girl in front look more alert, looking around like she was trying to find something. You wondered what the hell was up with her. Silence followed as the teacher droned on about the homework and you began packing up with a more deflated mood now. You swung your bag over your shoulder, trying your hardest to stay positive. They said something, didn't they? That counts for something. The grin that pulled at your lips stayed there all the way to the point you were on the lacrosse field, standing to the side of Scott, Stiles and Liam. You saw the McCall boy turned with a slight confused tilt and you knew it was to do with your unusually good mood. Stiles and Liam both turned too, Stiles smirking and letting you know he wasn't going to let his questioning go unanswered, "And what has you so smiley? Aren't you supposed to be Grumpy?" You faked a smile, eyes shining with annoyance that made the boy's smirk grow, "Mature Stilinski," he grinned patting your back and you shoved his hand away, hearing Coach's vague instructions to start the drill. Liam was the one to cut off the two of you, "But seriously though,"

Huffing, you rolled your eyes dramatically and leant against your lacrosse stick, "If you fools must know, my soulmate said something," all threes' eyes widened since you'd told them straight up about the situation when they asked the first time and you did it with such casualness they were worried at first. "Your soulmate? Why did they say? Did they explain anything? They better of have a good apology! And a good rea-"

"Stilinski, shut it. They didn't say much, only 'What the actual fuck is this?' And they didn't respond when I said hello but they said something so they're alive, right? That's good," you saw Stiles pull a face in the corner of your eye but both Liam and Scott sent smiles your way. Scott gave you a small side hug, "That's great, it means they're out there and you'll probably meet someday soon," you grinned back at the boy, returning the hug as Liam said something along the same lines but Stiles still had that look on his face, refusing to speak until a very detailed threat left your mouth and he did it out of general fear for his life, "Just that, they could be possibly ignoring you, spoke by accident, you know? Maybe they're one of those ones who don't want soulmates,"

Scott and Liam were quick to send glares in Stiles' direction leaving him to splutter out defences as you just frowned to yourself. Not wanting to think of it that way, you shook the thought away and took those few steps forward so you could take your turn in scoring. Coach's whistle sliced through the air and you channelled all your self doubt and hurt into the play, form almost perfect. That was until a certain voice rang through your head. They're pretty. Who's pretty? Jealously flooded your veins and you stumbled slightly, the ball being thrown with such force and bad aim that it ended by the edge of the trees, you being sent to go get it. You saw the three boys frowning, trying to figure out what had happened when Liam was called forward.

Turning round to get the ball, you pouted and your grip grew tighter and you probably resembled a small child having a tantrum but you didn't care. You were muttering to yourself, frown on your lips. Who the hell were they calling pretty? Why was it one thing after another, hope being crushed to nothing but ideal kindling to help them set your heart ablaze. You couldn't find it in yourself to respond, just picking up the ball and turning around to walk back to the field. Except when you turned, you saw the girl from Maths in front of you.

Removing your helmet, your brows furrowed in confusion and a slight frown pulled at your lips. "I'm Malia," she said and you gave a small nod, waiting for her to expand. Her voice sounded kind of familiar. When a small silence had settled, you realised there was no more she wanted to say, "Um, I'm Y/N. Can I- Can I help you?" She looked to the ball you were now throwing in a nervous habit and you saw her nose twitched slightly, her face scrunching up. She seemed just as confused as you, "I'm not sure. Just I heard a voice in my head and then I heard your voice and they're pretty similar and I just wanted to tell you to get out my head. That's it," she gave a small nod and turned to walk away as it clicked for you. That's why you recognised her voice, granted you had only heard it twice so you couldn't exactly pick it out straight away.

By the time you'd snapped back into action she was already halfway to the bleachers where Lydia and Kira were smirking in your direction. You chased after her, managing to shut a yelling Coach up with a gritted out, "I'm busy," that made him back up and carry on without you. "Malia, wait! Please!" She spun round, face scrunched slightly and she yelped as you began to drag her away from everyone else. When you found a reasonably private place, you stared at her with a slight slacked jaw, "You hear my voice, right? We're soulmates, yeah?" Her face fell, surprise weaving itself into her features along with something like joy, maybe. Before she could answer, Lydia stood at one side of her and Stiles stood on the other. "Hey, um, Y/N, could we talk?"

"I'm busy Stilinski,"

"See that, but it's important," he grabbed your upper arm and pulled you away as Lydia began to talk with Malia. When you'd stopped, you flicked Stiles' forehead, "The fuck are you and your girlfriend doing?" Stiles gave you an incredulous look as he rubbed his forehead, slight frown forming on his lips. As he watched your expression turn practically murderous, he realised he should speak quickly or get killed, "Malia doesn't exactly know a lot on the soulmate situation. It's a- it's a weird explanation but you've just gotta trust me, okay? Lydia's, um well, Lydia said I shouldn't tell you because it should come from Malia so just give them a sec,"

Your head turned to face the two, Malia looking more confused then ever before and she kept glancing your way as Lydia spoke. You couldn’t help but frown and try your best to check in. You okay? She tensed, eyes fixed on you and your worried expression before she gave a small nod. You assumed it was to you as she immediately looked back to Lydia. That gave you a moment to talk to Stiles again, “So she wasn’t ignoring me? She just… didn’t know?” Stiles had a massive grin on his lips, clearly thrilled in the development. He was nodding like crazy and you couldn’t understand why he was so excited, “Yeah. You know, you two are going to be like the perfect couple it’ll get to the point where we’ll all want to kill you. I’m really happy for you guys,”

“That we might die?” A chuckle came from next to you and your gaze shot to Malia who was stifling a laugh at, very clearly, your words. She looked so cute, no, she looked beautiful. Her hair framed her face in a mess of waves and her eyes were alight with a joy you’d never seen before but that you prayed was mirrored in your gaze. Yeah, this may just be one of the best days of your life.

#malia hale x reader #malia hale imagine #malia tate imagine #malia tate x reader #malia tate #malia hale #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader

98 notes · View notes

zoyaofthegardvn · 1 year

Text

Zoyaofthegardvn's Teen Wolf Masterlist

A/N: Here is a list of my Teen Wolf fics! If you'd like to send in a request, be sure to check my general masterlist first. Happy reading :)

General Masterlist

🔥 - indicates smut (18+ plz)

Allison Argent x reader -

NSFW Alphabet 🔥

Just some dirty headcanons about Allison in the bedroom...

21 notes · View notes

inagetawaycarxo · 1 year

Text

Malia Tate Master List

🌹=fluff 💔=angst 🥵= smut

REQUESTS ARE OPEN ~

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR MY STORIES TO BE REPOSTED/TWEAKED ON PLATFORMS OR SITES WITH/WITHOUT CREDIT.

HOWEVER REBLOGS, COMMENTS, LIKES ETC ARE WELCOME BUT COPYING AND PASTING MY WORK ISN’T!

Haunting | Pack

HEADCANONS/PREFERENCES;

Birthday Hc

Being Besties With Malia

#malia tate #malia hale #malia tate x reader #malia hale x reader #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf #master list #masterlist #my writings

5 notes · View notes

andreafmn · 9 months

Text

Ours | Derek Hale Oneshot

Word Count: 3.5K Requested by @gracelynn318: "Derek or Stiles finding out that their significant other (the reader) is pregnant and they try to keep it secret for as long as possible" Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms (vomiting, nausea, fatigue)

Summary: Derek Hale and (Y/N) have been together for a long time, and they didn't know something was missing from their lives until it arrived unexpectedly. And all they want to do is revel in the moment for as long as they can, by themselves.

A/N: this story follows 0% of canon, just the character's names. will admit. I am a horrible Teen Wolf fan that has yet to see season 5 and 6, and I've also yet to watch the movie. So, definitely an AU 😬also, be on the lookout for tonight or tomorrow for another surprise regarding this request 😉😉

Derek had noticed the change long before (Y/N) had. Long before she knew why she spent her days expelling her meals down the toilet drain, before she understood why her body craved more food than she could keep down, before she had even noticed that a month had passed and her period had not arrived.

It came late at night. The soft putter of a heartbeat that felt so far that it could have been confused with the sound of rain against the pavement. They had been lying in bed, the exhaustion of living in Beacon Hills the only thing they needed to crash at night. But the sound had been bothering Derek. The continuous rhythm didn’t allow the wolf to lose himself in much-needed slumber. The sound kept him up, especially from where it was coming from.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, running his hand up and down her arm to wake her. “(Y/N), baby, wake up.”

“Mm,” she groaned groggily, cuddling to his body tightly. “Go to sleep, Derek.”

“(Y/N), I gotta ask you something. Wake up.”

“We can talk in the morning,” she whined. “I’m tired right now.”

“It’s important,” he chuckled softly. “I need your complete focus.”

With a loud exhale, (Y/N) sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. The sheet fell from her torso, and the coldness of the night made her skin erupt in goosebumps. She rarely got angry with Derek, but she was coming quite close at that very moment. “You better have a good reason to wake me, Der,” she said. “I’m so tired I might just put off killing you until tomorrow.”

“Listen, please,” he said. “When was the last time you got your period?”

“What?” the girl questioned. “You seriously just woke me up to ask about my cycle?”

“More or less. Just answer. Did you get it last month?”

It took her a moment to think. The grogginess of being woken up still clutched her mind, and recounting the past weeks was hard. But her body startled awake as she realized she had not gotten her shark week in a month and a half. That fact alone did not scare her. She had always been irregular, and in moments of stress, it was more likely than not that she skipped a cycle. The problem was that not only had she missed a period, she had been feeling sick for the past three weeks. And the math was not too hard to do.

“I-I didn’t,” she stammered. “W-why are you asking?”

“Oh my god,” he answered. “Oh my god!”

“What? What’s wrong?”

Instead of answering, Derek pressed his ear to her stomach until he could hear the sound clearly. Alongside (Y/N)’s quickening heartbeat, a quieter, steady pattern joined. It was too indistinguishable now. “You’re pregnant,” he said. So quiet he wasn’t sure if he had said it at all. “There’s a baby in there. Our baby.”

“Pregnant…” (Y/N) could not believe the word even as it rolled out of her tongue. “I can’t believe it.”

“We’ll go to Deaton tomorrow, but I’m certain. I can hear their heart beating in there.”

(Y/N)’s mind was reeling. Pregnant, she thought to herself. The word felt foreign. So did her body. Derek had noticed the change before her. How could she not have known that a life was growing inside her? How could she ever be a mother when she did not even know herself?

Without realizing it, tears fell down her cheeks. She felt weak and panicked. The strong woman that had faced the biggest dangers and far scarier monsters trembled with the thought of a life depending on her for survival. It was one thing to volunteer to protect the members of the pack. They were old enough to fend for themselves. It was another to be responsible for the life and survival of another human.

“Hey,” Derek called. His voice sounded like it was underwater. So far away that she could barely hear it. “Baby, what’s going on?”

She hadn’t noticed that she had stood from the bed and was pacing around their room. Her breathing was shallow, and her chest heaved as she took in short breaths, trying to steady herself. Tears kept falling faster than she could wipe them away. They warmed her cheeks before the air turned them cold. It was the only thing that grounded her.

And Derek. Always Derek.

He had gotten off the bed, and within a second, he was wrapping his arms around her. The warmth from his skin calmed her. It brought her senses back to the moment, steadying her rampant heart.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” he spoke into the crook of her neck. “Tell me what I can do to make it better.”

“I’m scared, Derek,” she sighed, tightening her grip around him. “A baby. Here. Now.”

“Why not here?�� Derek smiled, his hands running through her hair. “Why not now? With you as their mother, that baby could be born underground, and they would be the luckiest child in the world.”

“How could you be so sure?” (Y/N) cried. “I forget things all the time, I’m clumsy, I can barely redeem myself when it comes to fighting. If it weren’t for my weapons, I wouldn’t bring much to the fight against our enemies. What good would I be to protect a child? How could I be entrusted with their entire upbringing?”

“Oh, (Y/N). You’re far more valuable than what you bring to a fight.” His hands cradled her face, the green of his eyes boring into hers. “You are the most caring person I know. If it weren’t for you, I would have killed half of the pack by now. You’re smart. You’re funny. And if anyone should be terrified of becoming a parent, it should be me.”

“Come on,” she scoffed jokingly, her tears finally subsiding. “You’d be an amazing father. Temperamental, but great nonetheless.”

“Well, I’m glad it at least got you laughing,” he grinned. “How about we just take this one day at a time, baby? Make sure we take things slow. Tell people on our own time. Instead of going to the doctor, we buy a pregnancy test at the pharmacy; confirm what I already know.”

“But if you can hear the heartbeat, I am sure all the other wolves will, too,” she worried. “How am I supposed to take things as they come when everyone will know the second they come here?”

“Then, I won’t let anyone back here,” he smiled. “I’ll have them meet me at the warehouse or at Argent’s place. We can say you’re sick with something and won’t be there. Or that you went to visit family out of state –I don’t know. The point is, we can do this, baby. I know we can.”

“Well, I do admire your tenacity,” she chuckled, kissing his lips softly and hugging him again. “One day at a time, right?”

“One day at a time.”

And it worked. For two months, at least.

That very morning, he went out and returned home with five pregnancy tests and a bouquet of flowers. And five minutes later, they all showed an array of dark pink plus signs and the word Pregnant on them. Just like that, it had been confirmed. A new baby Hale would be coming to Beacon Hills in eight months.

They were excited. Of course, they were. But they couldn’t help the terror that overtook them as well. Bringing a new life into their world was a scary thought. The fact that anyone with knowledge of their child could use them against them was terrifying. Still, they wanted that baby more than anything they had wanted before.

The child that grew inside of (Y/N) was the tangible representation of their love. Evidence that everything life had thrown at them had not been able to push them apart, not for a second. They had been through hell and back, always together, and they had come out of every single occasion stronger than before. That baby was the final piece to their equation.

The next day, they went to the first available OB/GYN about an hour from the town. The doctor confirmed what they already knew, adding the new fact that she was around seven weeks along. The process was more than uncomfortable, but the result was well worth it. A tiny blob appeared on the screen, and the sound of a rapid heartbeat filled their ears. It made tears well up in their eyes. That tiny thing would soon turn into their baby. And even though it didn’t even have a distinguishable shape, they had fallen in love with them.

At first, they thought they would pass the first trimester in bliss. That they would only grow more and more excited as the days passed. And they would have. Had it not been for all the symptoms that overtook (Y/N).

She spent most of her day hunched over the toilet seat, emptying whatever was in her stomach. Even when she thought she could keep food down, an hour or two later, she would be in the bathroom letting it out. And if she wasn’t vomiting, she was ransacked with deep waves of nausea. Then, her breasts started to swell, painful jabs running through her every few days. In addition to heartburn and fatigue, it made her question just how worth it a baby could be.

But Derek had been attentive as ever, if not a little overbearing. He had kept his promise of moving where the meetings were held, claiming that the loft was under renovation while (Y/N) was out of town for a bit. It wasn’t a complete lie, though. He used his downtime to clean up around the house and fix things he had put off for far too long.

He fed her saltine crackers and electrolyte drinks, rubbed her back, and held her hair, and he loved her. Every day and every night, he loved her. Even when he had to stay up cleaning the bathroom or he had to carry her back to bed. He loved her through everything.

“You did this to me,” she had groaned one day. “All I want is to eat chips and pickles, but I can’t keep anything down.”

“I know, and I’m sorry,” he responded, drawing circles on her back as he cradled her body in the bathroom. “Hopefully, in a week, it’ll subside. You’re almost out of the first trimester, and the morning sickness should get better.”

“Stop reading pregnancy books,” she whined. “By the time this bun is fully baked, you’ll know more than me.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Derek chuckled but swallowed his laughter as (Y/N) gifted him an angry scowl. “Okay, okay. I think the ten books I’ve read will do.”

(Y/N) remained quiet and threw her head against his chest. His arms snaked around her body, a comfort she allowed herself to sink into. The warmth from his body felt nice against her shivering skin. But just his presence was enough to comfort her, regardless of the words she spoke.

“I’m sorry I’ve been snappy these past few days,” she sighed. Her eyes closed as he wrapped his arms tighter around her, her head falling against his chest. “I love this baby, and I love you, but I don’t love puking all the time. And peeing all the time. And being tired all the time. I want to fast forward to the next few months.”

“Hey, you can be snappy with me all you want. I can take it,” he said with a smile. “I will be right here every step of the way because I love you. More than you could ever know.”

“Even when I’m all big and bloated?” (Y/N) chuckled, her hands falling onto the growing small bump. “They're already trying to deform my body.”

“Well, at least you’re glowing.”

“No,” she sighed. “That’s just sweat.”

“Then you look beautiful covered in sweat,” he laughed. “Now, let’s get you to bed. Alright?”

(Y/N) could only nod and wrap her arms around his neck as he carried her back to bed, laying right next to her. Even if he couldn’t take this discomfort away, he was trying his best to make things better for her.

Another week passed, and things started to shift. The woman would only occasionally feel the need to throw up her food, but the constant nausea and heartburn had subsided. And once (Y/N) saw her baby's small fingers and feet in their 12-week ultrasound, she knew it had all been worth it.

She also knew they couldn’t keep the secret to themselves any longer.

The pack had become angsty. Wondering when (Y/N) would be coming back from her supposed trip. Two and a half months was far too long to just be with family. With no imminent danger in sight, they had too much time to check up on everyone else.

“I think it’s time we tell them,” (Y/N) told Derek as they watched a movie. She cradled her small bump, something she had unconsciously started to do. “We’re almost at the five-month mark, and I think it’ll be too hard to hide.”

“Do we really?” he groaned. “I can just keep you hidden here until the nine months are up. They don’t have to know a thing.”

“You would really keep the mother of your child sequestered in these walls until I give birth?”

“Maybe even more,” he shrugged. “Maybe I’ll keep you here forever.”

“You’re quite funny, Mr. Hale,” she chuckled. “But they are our friends —our family. They deserve to know there’s one more person to protect.”

“I’ve just really liked this time,” he sighed. His chin rested on her shoulder, his beard tickling her exposed skin. “You know, just you and me. Basking in the time we won’t have once everyone knows and once the baby is here. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, (Y/N). A family of my own, that I can love and protect. A home that’s ours.”

“And we will have that,” she smiled. “We’re just allowing more love in. The best part, at the end of the day, we can just kick them out.”

“When you put it that way,” he laughed before kissing her lips, savoring her. “Alright, fine. We’ll tell them next Saturday.”

“Thank you, Der. It’s gonna be great.”

And it should have.

Had it not been for the million things that went wrong that week. The A/C was busted for a total of four days, a pipe burst in one of the bathrooms, the paint they had ordered for the nursery had been put on back order, and the Camaro had to be taken into the shop for tuning. Thing after thing occurred, piling onto an already stressful time.

Nevertheless, the week came and went. And before either of them knew it, Saturday had rolled in.

To say (Y/N) was nervous was an understatement. For some reason, anxiety was taking over her body. Its claws dug themselves deep into her being. It made her veins run cold and her heart speed. She didn’t know how any of them would react to the baby. Even to the fact that they had kept it from them for so long. And although Derek tried his best to calm her worries, they had already made a home inside her head.

“God, what if they hate the fact that I’m pregnant?” (Y/N) worried as she laid out more food than necessary on the kitchen counter. “What if they find the idea of bringing a child into a messed up world to be the worst thing ever?”

“Who cares, baby? It’s our child,” Derek tried to reassure. “We are the ones that will be raising them. The ones to protect them. Always and forever.

“But they say it takes a village, Der. And that is one thing that I know is true. I mean, at some point, we will need their help.”

“And you really think we won’t have it,” he said, rounding the kitchen island. His hands traveled her body and, in one swift move, had her sitting on the counter. At eye level, he could stare directly into her glossy eyes. “We have been through everything with these people. Even the ones I hated at the beginning have become my closest friends. I’m 100% sure they’ll be thrilled that you’re pregnant.”

He snaked his hand to her chin, pulling her down for a soft kiss. But once their lips made contact, it was too much of a temptation to keep it chaste. Soon enough, their tongues danced together, and their hands pulled each other closer. It left them breathless and excited, wanting —needing more.

“Uh, we can come back if it’s a bad time,” Stiles’ voice rang through the apartment, startling them apart. “But you guys did invite us here. So, it’s kind of bad on you guys.”

“No. Yes! I mean, it’s not a bad time,” (Y/N) chuckled as she jumped off the counter, hiding her stomach with a comically large bowl. “We just got carried away, I guess.”

“The one day they decide to show up on time,” Derek grumbled under his breath. “Come in, why don’t you?”

Before they knew it, the apartment was filled with werewolves, a banshee, other werehumans and supernatural beings, and their very own abominable snowman. The couple remained in the kitchen as everyone situated themselves, whispering under their breath what the best way to go about it would be.

“Not to be pushy,” Peter called out. “But if you guys only called us over for some food, I have better things to do than hang around children all day.”

“You do know we’re all well above the age of eighteen, right?” Isaac retorted. “It’s been quite some time since we have been children.”

“You’re still younger than me, correct?”

“Well, yeah…”

“Then children,” he said. “So, what is it? Am I staying, or am I leaving?”

“Settle down, Peter,” Derek responded, biting back the urge to roll his eyes. “We do have something important to announce to everyone and would very much appreciate it if you just listen.”

“Fine,” he frowned. “But you have ten minutes of my time before I decide to leave.”

“All we need is a couple of seconds, really,” (Y/N) said with a smile on her face so sweet no one dared say anything else. “I’m sure you heard that I was away for a while and that we were undergoing renovations here. Which, as you can tell by the lack of changes, was not true. Derek lied on my behalf and moved any necessary meetings out of our home because I needed this time to myself as I underwent a sort of change in my life.”

“Oh my god, you’re dying,” Stiles worried. “Is it cancer? Is it at least treatable?”

“It’s nothing like that, Stiles,” she reassured with a soft chuckle. “But thank you for worrying. It’s just as life-changing but not necessarily life-threatening. At least, I’m hoping it’s not. But you could never be sure until…”

“(Y/N), you’re rambling,” Derek whispered in her ear. “It’s nothing bad.”

“You’re pregnant!” Lydia exclaimed, a bright smile adorning her face.

“How would you know that?” Malia questioned. “I thought you predicted death, not new life.”

“It’s common sense,” she shrugged, disregarding the comment. “She’s been hiding for months. The place smells like paint, and nothing in this room is painted, so I can only assume it’s a bedroom. And she hasn’t stepped out from behind the island that just so happens to cover her stomach. Two and two always makes four.”

“Except on this occasion, it made three,” (Y/N) chuckled. She walked around the counter and joined Derek’s side, her bump finally on display for everyone to see. “But, yes, Lydia, I am pregnant. Almost five months now.”

A shower of ‘holy crap’s and ‘oh my god’s rained over them as, one by one, the pack got to their feet and hugged the couple in congratulations. They rejoiced together and started planning how to spoil little baby Hale even before they were born. Every single person was as excited and overjoyed as Derek and (Y/N) were, anxious for when the baby was born.

Well, except Peter.

“Yeah, next time you have these kinds of news, little nephew, make sure to make it an email,” he grumbled, looking at his watch. “Can’t believe I canceled evening plans for a pregnancy announcement.”

“We love you too, Peter,” (Y/N) laughed. “Maybe if you leave now, you can still make it to whatever it is that you had planned.”

“I’m already here,” he shrugged as he sat back down on the sofa. “Might as well take advantage of the free food.”

“Ignore him,” Derek told her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “He can’t take this moment away from us. It’s all ours.”

My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts or buy me a coffee to support me and my love of writing If you’d like to be tagged in any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!

Taglist: @bellabadacadabra @winter-soldier-101 @zheezs14 @cevans-winchester @andreiafaaria @bluetreecloud20 @sunshine2894 @skyesthebomb @esposadomd @blueshoelaces @then-worship-at-my-altar @yuki254

@honeylovemoon @beckiej0073-blog @baebeepeach @cecehensonn @catgirlpwr @magimtz23 @perle-noir22 @adaydreamaway08 @hufflepuffobsessedwithmarvel @thatgirljayy @sugasthreedollarkookie @laylaskywalker @fandomonetwo @fruitylilfuck @haroldpotterson @yaskna @elijahssuit @ellabellabus07 @scarletdfox @halleest @sunflowerleii @shara-ne @nngkay @mar @saltedcoffeescotch @thecollectorofwords @gabi-princesada1d @zealouscookierebeltrash @sleepilysworld @laylasbunbunny @treatiseofselena @american-sataness @brittany-appleyard24 @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @ivory-raptor @euphoria1992 @hopexargent @druigsluver29 @fresita1218 @the-house-of-rose-and-ember @elizabeth916 @heccatee @cerejinha

935 notes · View notes

roadtonowherexx · 1 year

Text

So, can we collectively pretend that the movie didn't happen?

#teen wolf movie #teen wolf #teen wolf cast #scott mccall #allison argent #lydia martin #derek hale #eli hale #liam dunbar #theo raeken #malia hale #stiles stilinksi x reader #teen wolf spoilers

2K notes · View notes

dragon-chica · 11 months

Text

Creep Alert - Teen Wolf Preference

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Because someone has made me very uncomfortable at weekly pinball and I would like to take Theo.

Stiles: Okay he's not always the most observant person around, he will be talking to himself trying to figure something out or keep walking not realizing someone else has come up and gone all up in your space. When he turns about and you are visibly uncomfortable he RUNS back, trip/sliding between you and the guy pushing his hand off. Might have yelled "CREEP ALERT" on his way over, mile a minute talking asking if you're okay, did they do anything? name drops that he is the son of the sheriff and can get that guy written up for harassment. "Do you want to file a report on him? I'll call dad right now. Don't you go anywhere, we're not done here- PARRISH!" Spots a squad car and shouts over (it was not Parrish) and it becomes mess. But it certainly did the job.

Scott: Good of heart, dumb of ass. Despite his wolf instinct telling him to destroy the threat, he comes over the moment your scent turns distressed. He comes up right next to you with a comforting hand on your arm and inserts himself into the conversation. Genuinely not realizing this guy's intentions or what's going on besides you're uncomfortable and asks what's going on. Usually he's enough to diffuse the situation, but if someone's persistent he'll instead have you both leave.

Lydia: Has been in this kind of scenario too many times that she sees it coming across the room before anyone talks to you. She's learned exactly how to handle herself, either sweetly or with words that cut. Or if she had a 'big, strong, man' to handle it for her. Lydia's at your side immediately, telling them you're not interested and how far she'll shove her heel up their ass.

Liam: Sure, mess with the S/O of the werewolf kid with IED, that's a good idea. He doesn't usually stray far from your side but a few steps away was enough for someone to take his spot and feel a little too comfortable getting in your space and questioning you. His gaze shoots to you as discomfort sours your scent. He speeds over, eyes flashing gold and getting right in their face with you behind him. Not afraid to get physical if they want to keep it up.

Also if it's Brett coming to flirt with you, either because he's a slut or just to try and piss Liam off and you really are uncomfortable with his advances, all bets are off. Claws are out and he wants blood, it's a whole scene.

Isaac: At first it's a little harder for Isaac to come to your rescue, even though he's a werewolf now he's not used to the kind of confidence of doing something like this. You were always the one to try and protect him, and never faulted him when he didn't come to your defense, just trying to make sure you were okay after.

But now he's a werewolf, he can do better. He stronger. Intimidating. Despite everything, he still had to psych himself up walking over to you, who is obviously uncomfortable. He's not sure how to insert himself, but he is quite noticeable and doesn't have to do much. Being so much taller (and chest puffed) than your pest, they take the smart move to leave. Visibly deflate and swallows after that interaction and asks if you're okay. Gets bashful when you call him your knight.

Malia: No filter and very brash. People have thought of messing with her but the energy she gives off and feral look in her eye is almost always enough to deter them first. You though, are not so lucky. Already very standoffish, once she sense someone is making you uncomfortable she is staring them down and growling, barely keeping her claws in even as they leave.

Derek: He normally is overprotective of you, usually you just roll your eyes at his worries. But you certainly feel safe with a scowling sourwolf beside you. Until he's gone a few minutes too long and someone thinks that's their chance.

When he sees someone crowding in on you he's speeding right through the crowd and shoving them backwards hard enough to make them stumble and once they're thoroughly scared shitless by his hardened stare to flee, he's trying to get you to leave grumbling how "we never should have come here anyway."

#Teen Wolf x reader #Teen Wolf imagine #Stiles Stilinski x reader #Lydia Martin x reader #Isaac Lahey x reader #Liam Dunbar x reader #Derek Hale x reader #Malia Tate x reader #Scott McCall x reader #my stuff

692 notes · View notes

t-h-i-n-g · 2 years

Text

✮ teen wolf masterlist✮

main masterlist

✰ stiles stilinski

get to know them a little - oneshot... it wasn't that you hated them per say. more like stiles was just more tolerable than the rest… even if he can be a nut at times. fluff. 1.2k

it’s you - oneshot: when would stiles realize there's a reason his glaring stares and jealous aura had more to it? fluff. 1.9k

malfoy, draco malfoy - blurb: harry potter, malia, and stiles. what more could you want? stiles x reader x malia. fluff. 0.5k

(n/a)

✰ lydia martin

(n/a)

scott mccall

(n/a)

✰ malia hale

malfoy, draco malfoy - blurb: harry potter, malia, and stiles. what more could you want? malia x reader x stiles. fluff. 0.5k

#teen wolf x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #lydia martin x reader #scott mccall x reader #stiles x reader #malia hale x reader

60 notes · View notes

reveluving · 11 months

Text

a little more love ; peter hale x reader x deucalion

summary: when two of the most fearsome werewolves do whatever they can to convince their beloved to cancel dinner night with the pups.

warnings: loads of kisses, hugs and but no s~mut. not yet, at least (still, minors DNI!), very cheesy ngl; peter & deuc just really love their vampire wifey <3

a/n: omg a debut?? s/o to @fanficimagery; their Peter fics + others are the reasons why I wrote this—awakening another wild side of of mine to the point of no return (affectionately) 😭 I got another one in the making tho, trust! love y’all and don’t forget to leave some sugar! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

» fancy reading the series? check out the m.list!

'Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight.' ;

The sound of blackbirds chirping outside your window was enough to wake you up from your slumber. You stirred but could barely move with the arm around you and pulling you close. Their chest rose and fell at a pace so relaxing, so comforting, it could've lulled you back to sleep right away.

"Did you sleep well?" You shivered at the voice, deep and barely awake, forcing you to crack one eye open. You craned your neck, welcoming the very sight of the man holding you dearly. You hummed, eliciting a chuckle out of him as you nuzzled into him.

"You're so comfy." You murmured, the silky sheets against your skin would've been more than enough to chain you to bed for another hour or two.

Too bad you had other plans.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" You blinked, noticing the hues ranging from orange to pink coming from the window, an indication that sunset was nearing faster than you had anticipated.

"You looked so peaceful." Deuc responded casually as if you hadn't promised the pack dinner night, which was happening in two hours.

"I didn't even hear the alarm." You blindly took your phone on the nightstand, finding it impossible for you to sleep through one in the first place.

But, Deuc's sudden lack of response told you everything you needed to know.

So, you placed your phone away before turning to him.

"Deuc," He hummed, "Did you have anything to do with this?"

"No?"

"Deuc!"

He barely opened his eyes to look at you before huffing out a 'yes'.

"Can't we just order takeout?"

"Even they can do that from their own home," You grinned, poking his cheek, "And you know no one delivers to this side of the road past seven."

"Then we could always just order now and ask one of them to pick it up later," He was hell-bent on making you stay, the offer especially enticing when he pulled the covers over you with him, "Or better yet, ask him to pick it up and make himself useful for once."

You snorted, only to jump when fingers lightly traced your spine.

"Hey," You admonished lightly, "Behave."

"You can't expect a man to behave when he has such beauty in his arms." He slipped his hand under the blanket, "Come on, all you have to do is cancel it, and we'll make sure to take such good care of you."

You whined, squirming in his arms as though you were fighting your inner demons before sitting up, but not before covering your bare chest with the blanket.

"Nice try, handsome, but I’m not falling for your tricks." You pointed directly at his nose, only to sputter when he countered your sudden determination by nipping the tip of your index finger.

"Angel, you always do," Touché, "The pups can fend for themselves for another day, can't they?"

"Deuc," You sighed shaking your head in amusement; you could never get mad at him. You turned your head a little, kissing his palm before caressing his cheek with your free hand, "I haven't seen them for over a week, God knows whether or not they've taken care of themselves since. It's only for a couple of hours, I promise."

Deuc narrowed his eyes at you, trying not to give in to your puppy eyes.

But he knew better.

He let his head fall to the pillow, letting out a dramatic sigh.

"Alright, alright," You perked up, only to be caught off guard when he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you down to him for a heated kiss, taking your breath away as his tongue lightly ran across the tip of your fangs. Your whimpers only motivated him to take back his own words and never let you leave the bed, but he loved you too much to say no.

He pulled away, satisfied with the way you looked back at him with wide eyes.

"You didn't think I'd expect some sort of return if I'm going to have to keep my hands to myself for a few hours?"

Puffing up your cheeks in embarrassment, you were barely able to maintain eye contact as intense as his before giving him a quick peck at the lips.

"Angel," He chuckled, "If that's the kind of payment you're planning to give, I'd expect at least a couple more."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Very much," He responded nonchalantly as though he wasn't practically basking in your reactions, "In fact, I could wake up to this every day."

There was no point arguing with this man, not especially when you had dinner to whip up in under two hours. So, you took a deep breath, lowering yourself for a proper kiss. Deuc was eager, that much was clear as he chased after your lips, keeping you still with one hand on the back of your head.

He shivered as you lightly ran your nails down his chest, slowly pulling away before letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Much better."

It had taken Deuc exactly a good half an hour to get his fill of you before begrudgingly letting you go to take a shower, promising to help you out right after.

You, on the other hand, have been at it in the kitchen for an hour, seasoning your stroganoff before moving on with the dessert.

Just then, you froze, feeling a pair of eyes from the living room watching your every move. You slowly placed the bowl of unwhipped cream onto the counter, hoping to look as neutral as possible. The presence, however, had seen right through you, because as soon as you faced the entrance to the foyer, you felt their warm breath against your neck before they spun you around. You yelped, feeling yourself fall backwards despite their hands securely holding onto your hips.

Your hands shot up to their back, one around his neck and the other gripping the back of their shirt. Had it been anyone else, other than Deuc, you would've instinctively torn their throat out even before they could even put their hands on you.

But, this was Peter you were talking about.

"What's cookin', good lookin'?"

‘You've got to be kidding me.’

"Jesus, Hale," He was clearly proud of himself, the debonair smile on his face especially growing when you released the grip on his shirt in favour of covering a part of your face, thoroughly embarrassed, "That is by far the worst line I've ever heard, coming from you."

"Oh, I know," He shrugged, leaning in closer, "But it's worth seeing that pretty face of yours scrunch up like that."

He pressed his lips against yours before you could even respond with a snarky remark, pulling away just as fast in favour of the adorable stupefied look you always had each time he or Deuc had taken you by surprise.

"But it does smell good in here." He brought up back up from the dip before taking a good whiff of your homemade gravy in the pot.

"Only the best for the best," You mused, hearing him purr in agreement for a moment before adding, "Oh, and for you too, I guess."

He was speechless, to say the least. At least for a while.

"Why, you," He didn't even give you the time to turn away before he attacked your neck and collarbone with wet kisses, the exaggerated sounds of his smooches growing louder the more you cried out to him to stop.

He did, eventually, but he made sure he gave you enough to sag in his arms, resting against him for a moment as he mumbled against your cold skin.

"Would be nice if we had the night to ourselves." Oh. You covered your face yet again, now with both of your hands.

"Not you too," You felt the chuckle vibrating through him, "You and Deuc planned this, didn't you?"

"Depends," He drawled, clearly feigning ignorance, "Is it working?"

Fuck yeah, it is.

"You're gonna have to try harder than that."

Big mistake.

Your mouth gaped open wide as though you had surprised yourself, knowing he had taken your statement as a challenge when he pursed his lips.

"Challenge accepted."

You squeaked as he pulled you to his chest, one of his hands remained on your hips while raising the other that he intertwined with yours. You were sure his eyes had dilated, enjoying the way you bashfully look up at him through your lashes, gasping as soon as his hand crept up past the hem of your shirt.

"Peter," You giggled nervously, "Where is that hand going?"

He hummed.

"Places."

Just then, he switched directions, sliding further down before moving under the waistband of your shorts.

"Places where I'd want to touch," Down, "To kiss," Up, "To lick," Down, "To nibble on."

Each time his hands move, no matter where they ended up, all you could do was shiver. He dipped his head, nibbling on your earlobe.

"If and only if my angel says so."

He was seeking your permission—just like Deuc did.

"I want to," Oh? "But later, okay?" Oh. You tried not to giggle as he deflated from your answer, "Especially since the two of you haven't made it any easier for me to say no today."

Not that you'd ever deny these two whatsoever.

"Please?" You cupped his face, thinking through your next words before mumbling, "Just hold on for a few hours and I'm all yours and Deuc's."

His eyes dilated from the mere promise, holding onto both of your hands and pulling you in to capture your lips with his. It was as deep and passionate as the one you had with Deuc, your legs nearly buckled if it wasn't for his quick reflex.

"Pretty girl, you'll be the death of me."

The audacity.

"Oh, like you're any better," You rolled your eyes playfully, "Now, you either help me with the potatoes or take these plates and march out to the dining room."

He opted for the potatoes, occasionally leaving kisses on your shoulders and nearly causing you to burn the caramel sauce that you were making to pair with your homemade ice cream.

Deuc came down to the kitchen a little while later, only to shoot a glare at Peter for putting him on dishes duty. You saw the way Peter smirked as Deuc stalked out, dropping his expression to a barely innocent kind when he noticed you watching him.

"A grump, let me tell you," Peter commented, not bothering to lower his voice and earning himself a growl from the other room. You silently giggled before pushing him lightly.

Quarter past seven, and you walked out to serve the big pot of stroganoff and a whole bunch of sides in the dining room, where Deuc had just finished wiping the last cutlery. As soon as he did, he wrapped one arm around you, resting his head against your tummy. You could tell he was a little miffed over the petty arrangement, so you leaned in and kissed the crown of his head a couple of times, drawing a soft laugh from him.

No doubt Peter had seen you trying to cheer Deuc up and would probably cage you in his arms until you do the same for him.

A couple of hugs and hundreds more kisses later, the pack finally arrived, their exhaustion from surviving the week palpable as they greeted you with hugs or the Hale's exchanging meaningful pleasantries with you.

Deuc and Peter watched as your face continued to light up, from scooping a generous portion of noodles and stroganoff to listening to each and every one of them about the rough week they all had. Though Deuc and Peter chimed in once in a while, the pack could tell they were giving you most of the spotlight. This dinner was your idea, after all, treating the pack with the endless amount of love you had to offer. They only helped you out, though they'd gladly accept your gratitude at any given moment.

You were not blind to the looks they gave you either, so soft, even you didn't think they were capable of such emotion. You've either looked away or rushed out to the kitchen to 'top up the necessary' as a poor excuse to shy away from their gazes.

Soon, things began to calm down, and you shooed the pack to the living room, but not before being bombarded by offers to do the dishes. You gave in, eventually, and as soon as the final plate was washed, you pointed to the living room, much to everyone’s amusement.

Besides Deuc and Peter, who were helping you with the leftovers, everyone else started doing their own thing in the meantime; Scott, Stiles and Lydia were already lying on your rug, Malia and Kira were looking at your bookshelf, ranging from interesting novels with odd titles to the fishbowl of Marimo moss balls, because you wanted a ‘pet’ that ‘understood you best’.

None of the pack understood you till this day, not until Kira pointed out that Marimo moss balls survived best in low light, and you heard the rest of the pack answer with a collective ‘ooh’.

Derek, just like his cousin, had been doing the same, but from the comforts of the couch he was lounging on instead. Though he was the only one on his own, he seemed to be at peace, the deep wrinkles usually etched in between his eyebrows nowhere to be seen as dinner finally caught up to him. All in all, everyone was looking and feeling much better when they first arrived, but you couldn’t blame them. They were carrying responsibilities that were thrice as heavy as an average teenager.

Basically, you were glad to see them finally taking a load off.

The relief you were practically giving off to both Peter and Deuc was endearing, seeing your unfaltering smile despite the way your sensitive nose scrunched up a couple of times as you scooped the gravy into a container.

“You were right, angel,” Deuc was the first to speak up since the comfortable silence, “This dinner night was worth it.”

“Really?” The shine in your eyes was enough of a solid answer, “What changed?”

“That,” You tilted your head, “That pretty smile of yours.”

You mustered up a nervous smile, peeping out a small ‘oh’ before continuing with the leftovers.

At least, you tried to.

“No, no,” Peter came up behind you, intertwining his fingers with yours, “What did we say about hiding your smile?”

You peered up at Deuc, who nodded you encouragingly.

“That it only encourages you two to make me smile even more.” You whispered just enough for them to hear, trying your hardest to look elsewhere as they praised you with a simultaneous ‘atta girl’. Peter raised your laced hands, kissing the back of yours while Deuc took the other and did the same.

And just to spite you in the best way possible, they kissed either of your cheek, Deuc taking your left whereas Peter on your right.

But before they could melt you further, you heard an ‘oop’, followed by Lydia’s ‘Stiles!’ before she dragged him off. The poor boy had accidentally seen the tooth-rotting display at its peak, especially between his former nemeses and his godmother. It didn’t bother them in the slightest though. They turned to you, only to see your wide-eyed mortification. You could’ve really traumatized him or anyone else for that matter, had Stiles’ interruption not happened, and you had no doubt these two could care less in favour of devouring you in the kitchen.

Shameless.

But you loved them anyway.

That still didn’t stop you from glaring at the two, at least you tried to, losing your composure when they both ganged up on you with their knowing smirk—a telltale that they haven’t forgotten about your promise.

They eventually put you out of your misery, but their lingering touches had only been amped up to the max, letting you know that they were growing impatient to have you.

And the second the pack leaves, boy, were you in for the night.

˚ · . f i n . · ˚

» gorgeous rose divider by @firefly-graphics ♡

°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° just an introductory tag! @christinasyellowflowers @clockworkballerina @marianne-zemo @spicymau-5

399 notes · View notes

apocalypse-shuffle · 5 months

Text

PETER HALE | “CREEPER WOLF” (teen wolf)

────────────────────

“A Different Breed” (Peter Hale x Fem!Reader)

| With Lydia (& Allison) unwilling to help, and Peter unwilling to let himself be pushed around and fucked over by children, Peter finds other means to unlocking the secrets trapped in his late sister’s claws.

| SFW, canon divergence, manipulative!peter (what’s new though really?), reader is of African and Irish descent -banshee!reader

| 1k+ words

“Y/n L/n.”

Instinctually your brows furrow at the sound of your name even as you’re still looking at the ledgers on the library table.

“Yes?” You turn towards the person, a man. Trying not to seem rude you do him the favor of not looking at him as if he’s crazy for coming up to you with your full government name in his mouth. “If you’re looking for Ms. Fields she’s in the computer lab.”

He shakes his head. Something about the way he’s looking at you makes you stay stiff as you try to place if you’ve seen him before while leaning back on the table.

“Oh no,” he smiles in a way that’s probably supposed to be pleasant, “I’ve found exactly who I was looking for.”

Mhm. Part of your soul starts to ring out with danger bells but you don’t let him see that.

Planting your hands behind you on the desk you lean back some, inclining your head softly to the side, “What were you looking for me for?”

“Help.”

You nod slowly, dark fingers tapping against the edge of the table. This man doesn’t exactly give off the vibe of someone who needs (or trusts) help from anybody, but part of your job was literally helping people so you couldn’t call bullshit just yet.

You make sure to keep your expression open.

“Cool. What can I help you with, Mr… ?”

At your light promoting it’s like a flip switches and he suddenly remembers he has to seem far less suspicious than he’s otherwise been coming off.

His face loses its tension and in response you relax the tiniest bit as well.

“Hale,” he easily answers the inquiry.

The name pings at something familiar in your head. Hale…Hale? Ah!

“As in Talia Hale?”

The man’s eyebrows go up and a cool smile takes over his face.

“Yeah actually. I’m surprised you’re old enough to remember.”

You give him a tight lipped smile. He definitely isn’t looking to make a light library request if he’s a werewolf whose purposely sought you out.

“I’m in my 20’s actually. I went to school with Derek.”

He hums, a sound that might actually be signifying a genuine moment of interest.

“You know what? I thought your name sounded familiar.” He points to you, a roguish smile stretches across sharp features. “You were the basketball team’s manager, weren’t you?”

You snort despite yourself.

Out of all the reasons he could have remembered you by - the most likely of which being that you were one of the scant few black student body that went to BHS - that it was for basketball was a pleasant enough surprise.

“Yeah, I was, actually - and since you’re not Derek I’m gonna guess you’re his uncle.”

“Yes well,” he makes a low sound and meets your eyes, “I am his uncle. Peter.” He holds out his hand.

You only have a second to eye it in contemplation before it becomes socially unacceptable, but he’s got a really intense stare and you’re already nervous about this whole thing, so you end up biting the bullet before you can really think your decision through.

Hastily, you accept his outstretched hand to shake and immediately he uses the connection to pull himself closer. It forces you to knock your head back a bit to keep looking him in the face, your own face heating up.

Peter chuckles. It’s smooth and feels just a little patronizing and makes your eyebrow raise.

Those alarm bells from earlier start kicking up a fuss, whirring through your bloodstream like a tsunami. You keep a tightly controlled lid on it, but just barely.

Even as a beta Peter Hale was dangerous.

“You gonna stare at me with those pretty eyes all day, or you gonna tell me what you need?”

The corner of his eyes crinkle and his smile widens. His hand is still inhumanly warm against yours.

“Don’t knock yourself short, your eyes are pretty too.” He blinks down at you, eyes twinkling for a brief moment. “Like cognac diamonds.”

You bite the inside of your lip as Peter leans in even more, planting one of his hands next to yours on the table. Your breath speeds up as your bodies graze one another.

Casual as anything Peter leans down till your heads are level so he can whisper.

“Let’s cut the pretense, shall we, I know what you are.” Instantly you tense up again, eyes widening. Now his presence so close to you feels burning hot; nearly suffocating. Your palm is getting sweaty and your fingers are starting to creek at his tightening hold.

You swallow thickly, licking your lips. His breath puffs warmth onto the shell of your ear causing goosebumps to sprout along your brown skin.

“I'm going to need to use those abilities of yours.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You bite your lip harder after the poorly hidden shakiness in your voice meets your ears. The man - the wolf looming over you chuffs, voice going back to normal.

“Come on, Sweetheart. We both know that’s not true.” He straightens up then, his now free hand coming to press into his chest. “Let’s make this easier. I’m Peter Hale, big bad werewolf; and you’re Y/n L/n, prettiest banshee in Beacon Hills.”

“There’s other banshees in this town.”

He nods.

“Oh I know, but I’m not much into children and she wouldn’t be my type anyway. Now, you’re going to help me because teenage girls are brats.”

Your jaw works as you stare up at him. There’s not much you could even do in this situation other than go along or get your throat ripped out. You’d overheard some…things about Peter from your father the night he was admitted into the hospital that you’d rather not get a personal example of. Pack left hand, ruthless, it was good he wasn’t able to cause any more trouble.

“Fine,” you force out.

Eyes dropping, you glare daggers into the floor as he chuckles.

“Good choice.” He starts dragging you off towards one of the back rooms, “Now how advanced in your birthright are you? And who activated you?”

Your jaw clenches but you make yourself answer anyway.

“Since I graduated high school,” you glare at his back, “and not a who, a what.”

“Ah,” Peter nods and gestures for you to unlock the door. “The nemeton?”

Snatching your key ring from your pocket you shove the correct one into the hole and the second the key’s pulled back he’s knocking it open and shoving you in before him.

You stumble but quickly spin back around to keep your eyes on the werewolf.

“Yes,” you snap, “the nemeton was left defenseless and was just reacting to the only supernatural beings left, dormant or not.”

Peter locks and then leans against the door.

“Me and you,” he says, crossing his arms.

You hum an affirmative and go about shoving your rumpled clothes back into place.

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“Noted.”

He has the audacity to throw you yet another one of those roguish smiles before those angelite eyes flash a supernatural electric blue.

That thing deep within you that turns your eyes white and forces a wail from your throat when death’s near rumbles inside your chest in response. You glare at Peter, shoving it down.

“Just tell me what you want.”

He claps before pulling a brown ornate jar out from behind his back.

“I want you to tell me what memory is trapped in these,” he scowls, “the full memory.”

“No shit,” you grunt.

When you reach for the jar he puts it more out of reach and inclines his head to give you a reproachful look though. You roll your eyes, the one time a man shows some interest in you and it’s this guy.

“I get it. The full memory or you’ll rip my throat out with your teeth or whatever.”

He scoffs but hands you the jar. You start to untwist it.

“The whole throat teeth thing is much more my nephew's style. No, I like to use my claws. There’s zero need for blood in my mouth when it’s sticking to my clothes.”

You grimace. Damn v-neck wearing bastard. No stable person talked like that, he was crazy, and you say as much out loud.

“So you're crazy?”

He laughs, sounding a little startled, and you dump the five werewolf claws into your palm. Ooookay.

“I’ve got to say, I like you way more than the other banshee I know.”

You grunt.

“Martin’s daughter, right?”

“Just the one,” he drawls.

You nod vaguely while inspecting the claws, turning them over with the fingers of your free hand. They’ve got a distinct hum of magic around them still, a particular frequency.

“These are Talia’s,” you state.

“Oh you are on a roll today, Sweetheart,” his eyes run over your body appreciatively before jumping back to your face. His smirk only widens at the unimpressed look you’re giving him, “now just tell me what she took from me.”

You give him one last pinched look before closing your eyes and clamping your fist around the sharp points. You exhale and focus on the frequency.

Alphas. Head of their packs. Crimson eyes. Leaders. Wolves. Chosen protector of Beacon Hills, burned alive on its lands after years of successfully protecting it and the people within it.

Your eyes snap open. They’re white. White like snow or powdered sugar. Like your mother’s favorite blanket on the back of the couch or like the steam from the pot when you whip up some soup when you’re missing your grandma like hell. White like the froth from crashing waves, like the blur between the mother, the spirit, and the crone when they flash before mortals eyes. White like the void between life and death.

The blank image before you, as you see with different eyes, flashes into one of a black haired woman. Talia Hale. She’s standing beside a chair, a chair Peter’s sitting in. Another flash and a screaming woman is there, talking about a baby and Peter and how it’s taking her power goddamnit!

You gasp, eyes blinking back to the present and keel forward, dropping the claws to the floor in the process. You barely make out the tiny clinks of them hitting the vinyl, hands resting on bent knees as harsh breaths rush from your chest.

Peter’s suddenly there, the claws are no longer on the ground and the jar’s nowhere to be seen. He grabs your forearms and then hefts you upright, shaking you.

“What? What was it? What’d you see?”

You groan and try to shake him off but he doesn’t budge. His grip only gets tighter.

“Fuck you,” you gasp. “You’ve got a kid - a Coyote wer - somewhere here in Beacon.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!! I’ll catch any typos later.

In retrospect it really is wild how little black people were in Teen Wolf. Like, off the top of my head there was only four, I think.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.

#peter hale #black!reader #black y/n #peter hale x black!reader #banshee!reader #peter hale x fem!reader #talia hale’s claws #peter hale & malia tate #peter hale x reader #peter hale imagine #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf

165 notes · View notes