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obviousflirtations · 1 year

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Beautiful Pain Part 1 (Stiles Stilinski X Reader)

This fanfic takes place after Stiles was possessed by the Nogitsune, so please take that as you will. This fanfic will include (through all parts): angst, cheating, mentions of self harm.

I can feel the heat risin'

[Y/N] stood there in disbelief as she and Stiles stood in his room arguing for the umpteenth time that week. Everything she did would cause some sort of argument with him and she was at her wits end. Stiles, the boy she had been in love with since as long as she could remember, who stayed over at her and her brother Scott's home, who had confessed he like her two well over several months ago, was now fighting with her over trivial things.

Everything is on fire

"I'm just gonna go, if you want to act like a dick," [Y/N] stated bluntly, folding her arms and leaning over her feet to look at the ground around them.

Stiles let out a huff and a sound akin to a laugh, "yeah, of course you're gonna leave."

[Y/N] looked at him, tears starting to line her eyes. She clenched her jaw as she looked up at her boyfriend before she turned to leave. She walked as fast as she could to her car, the one she had bought with her own money (definitely _not _the money her estranged father gave her to try and win her over one time he visited).

Today is a painful reminder

Once she got into her car she turned the key into the ignition and gripped the steering wheel as she rested her head on the center of the wheel, letting her tears finally fall. She had to kill some time before she went home. Scott and their mother would wonder why she looked like she had just cried. So instead of going home, she drove around Beacon Hills for the better part of an hour before getting home.

When she walked in the door she went straight to her room and laid down, hoping to fall into a dreamless sleep.

Of why we can only get brighter

The following day at school, she and Stiles barely spoke to each other. [Y/N] thought the worst, like she always did ever since Scott had been bitten by Peter all those years ago. Most times she was right to, especially after Stiles had been possessed by the nogitsune. The pit in her stomach grew once she walked past the chemistry classroom where she shared lab and lecture with her brother and boyfriend. She could hear Stiles speaking as she approached. Once she made it to the door, her hand raised to knock and then she stopped.

The further you put it behind ya

[Y/N]’s eyes widened as she saw Stiles with his hands gripping once side of Malia’s face and the other on her arm. She watched for a minute before Malia was the one to break the kiss. [Y/N] cleared her throat, causing Stiles to turn to look at her, his face going white and his eyes wide.

“We’re done,” her eyes were on the ground, her mouth in a line as she willed herself not to cry. It was better for her to be cold, to act like it didn’t hurt her nearly as much as it did.

Stiles moved from Malia, reaching out to [Y/N], “baby, baby, no don’t do this, it didn’t mean anything,” he pleaded with her.

She shook her head, moving away from him and raising the hand he tried to take from his reach. “I should’ve known, from how we’ve been fighting. You can’t get yourself out of this one, Stiles, I saw you kiss her, I saw you do it. We are done.”

But right now I'm on the inside

She practically ran from the school, driving herself home with tears going down her face that she felt she could finally let out once she was in the safety of her vehicle. Once she was home she sat on her bed, face him her hands as she had everything that Stiles had given her over the years of their friendship and eventual relationship strewn on her floor and bed.

[Y/N] jumped when she heard a knock on the door. Upon looking up, she saw her brother, Scott, standing in the doorway, his face showing clear worry for his sister.

“you doing ok?”

She shook her head, “does it look like it?”

Scott shook his head and sat down next to her. “Well, it looks like half of Stiles’ possessions are in your room right now.” His eyes travelled to the picture frame in front of her sock covered feet. It was a photo of her and Stiles, him kissing her cheek. The glass on the frame was shattered now.

Lookin' out, 'cause

#stiles stilinski #malia x stiles #stiles x reader #teen wolf imagine #y/n x stiles #stiles stilinksi x reader #mccall!sister #teen wolf fanfiction

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userchappell · 2 years

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stalia // chateau (feel alright) by djo

#teen wolf #stalia #staliaedit #malia tate #stiles stilinski #stiles x malia #malia x stiles #teenwolfedit #twedit #usermalcfoy #tusercatherine #userayanna #userrajvi #useremrys #jaiden's song nonsense #literally it's their song in her pov and I will not argue with anyone on the matter

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blues-valentine · 1 year

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no one will ever convince me this was a bad ship. like, top tier storyline.

#and i am so glad stdia crushed and burned in that movie #malia tate #malia hate #stalia #stiles stilinski #malia x stiles #teen wolf #tw #Youtube #tv ships

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tvshowscouples · 28 days

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If you love Stiles&Malia (Teen Wolf) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)

thank you!

#stalia #malia and stiles #stiles and malia #malia tate #shelley hennig #dylan o'brien #teen wolf #malia x stiles #stiles stilinski #team stalia #stiles x malia

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derekdoingparkour · 1 year

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// teen pregnancy!au — Malia/Stiles // [wip titled: ‘I’m having your baby (it’s none of your business)’]

“Malia?” A much more concerned tone laces over Lydia’s voice, her eyes questioning but soft, not trying to push.

“I think I need to get a test. For pregnancy.” She doesn’t breathe as she says it nor looks at Lydia, squeezing her eyes as tightly closed as they’ll get. She’s not sure why she feels so scared, Lydia’s been nothing but nice, even if she is a little jaded, it’s understandable with everything that Stiles says she went though.

“Oh. I can bring you to the store and you can take it at my house, okay?” There’s not a hint of anger or freaking-out that Malia was expecting, instead Lydia gives a small smile. Not a happy one but an understanding one, she gets it.

“Don’t tell Stiles, please.” The red head nods, starting to walk towards the math class that Malia dreads going to but follows Lydia’s lead anyways.

#sam moodboards #teen pregnancy au!#I’m having your baby (it’s none of your business)#malia x stiles #stalia #stiles stilinski #malia hale #lydia martin #teen wolf moodboard #stalia moodboard

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arosesstorm · 2 years

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I love you -Stiles Stilinski

Words count: idk reader! x stiles (ft. Malia & Void)

Warning: none

summary: finding your way back to your sister was hard; watching her fall in love with your best friend was worse.

English is not my first language, forgive me for any eventual mistakes and enjoy loves-

"I don't really get it Malia"

the older girl looked you dead in the eyes: "you never do".

it was not the first argument you both shared; growing up with an older sister was probably not easy, even though you wouldn't know, you had her back (and found out she was not dead) almost 2 years ago.

But it hadn't been easy in the slightest either.

you remembered your sister, her light hair, her full smile and the way she used to pet you in the head every time you said a right word, but it had been years ago and the girl you remembered so desperately was in fact dead in that car accident, just like you.

you were both some grown up girls who shared the same blood but nothing more, and fighting the tremendous flow of years that tore you apart was extremely difficult.

you were trying though, because you loved her... you loved her.

you took a deep breath, your heart slowing to his normal peace.

you were not going to fight.

"I don't really wanna talk about this" you breathed.

Malia knew you, better than you imagined, but when your shoulders relaxed that way and your face lost that frown that she so hated, she felt helpless; you looked older sometimes, even more than her.

"you should have told me" Malia barked.

she was meaning to be thoughtful, sorry, but it came out more like pitiful.

you still tried to keep your cool.

"Was it that relevant who I fancied?" you spoke softly, a hint of sarcasm making its way out.

"there's no time Malia" Scott spoke, he was urgently pushing the two to walk away.

he was right, it was time to move, to leave.

this conversation could have waited a couple hours, or a couple years if possible.

Malia didn't move, nor an inch; so it was you who took the first step.

everyone was painfully silent, as your eyes locked with Stiles'.

the boy was laying on his back against his car, the dark night making him nothing more than a silhouette.

his hands in his pockets as he softly smiled.

you had known the guy since forever, yet it seemed impossible to you to identify the moment you knew you were in love.

maybe it was the first time you saw him, maybe when he held your hair up as you were throwing up, maybe it was the night you laughed on his rooftop talking about love or maybe it was the day Malia told you she liked him.

No, you didn't know, either way, you fell.

but it wasn't a big deal, you were trying to keep it cool and hidden.

it was not a problem she liked him, it was not big deal they kissed at that party and it sure as hell was not a reason to die that night.

Malia held your wrist, way too strongly for you to bear but you didn't wince, not in the slightest.

her eyes glowing blue in the night as she looked into yours.

everybody reacted quickly, shifting positions; suddenly the parking lot looked more like a cemetery.

Stiles quickly sensing danger as he stood on his toes, his lips parting.

"it's not a problem" you breathed, your eyes sharp, as you yanked your arm away, "let's leave" you stated, eyes following Scott's steps.

but there was no time: a harrow flying your way as you were thrown onto the ground.

"y/n!" you heard Stiles yell.

"are you okay?" Scott asked as you nodded frenetically, "we gotta go" you breathed.

But Malia was already on her way, her claws attempting to tear apart whoever tried to hurt her sister.

"it's funny" you heard someone spoke, his voice so clear it made you shiver, you were on your knees again, holding your head.

"hey" he was holding you "hey" Stiles breathed, his effort of waking you up vain.

"it's so funny" you heard again.

"What is funny" you cried, the pain in your head unbearable.

you heard someone scream, it was Lydia.

an army of men falling to the ground, swords making contacts with the concrete, but you were not there, you were not there.

"y/n, we gotta go" Stiles whispered, his eyes soft as he stroke your arms in a protective way.

"go" you breathed, "go" you said again.

"what is going on?!" you heard Malia scream, but everything felt so far, so feeble.

"it's funny because he loves you" that voice spoke again, but you no longer felt pain.

"he loves you" he mumbled.

your head rose from between your hands as you made eye contact with Stiles.

his eyes scanning frenetically your face seeking an injury, in search of pain.

you both rose from the ground with shaking hands.

"and so do I" you heard.

you had the time to turn around, Void's cold gaze upon you as he stood there, his shirt tore apart, his lips deep purple, his skin pale.

it took you a second to realize, but as you've heard the undeniable sound of a knife hurting flesh, you turned to your left.

there it was, on her knees, a sword in her stomach, Malia.

it felt surreal, it felt like a nightmare; you jumping towards her, her eyes never leaving your face as she smiled softly.

"oh my god" you breathed "oh my god", you eyes watering as your hands were shaky, unsure of what to do; take the sword out? held the wound? call for help?

void's eyes following the scene with a smile: she hurt you, she hurt you... she deserved it.

"call Deaton!" you screamed, tears finally leaving your eyes.

"it's okay" Malia breathed, her hand taking strands of hair behind your ear.

"I'm sorry" she spoke softly, her head hinting towards Stiles as she smiled at you "I didn't know" she confessed.

"how could you" you cried, "I didn't either" your hands holding hers as you let pain wash over you.

you took a deep breath, there were no longer shouting nor fighting sounds in your ears as you regained yourself back; it was time to show up as the woman you learned to be.

it was time to call for your strong self back.

"let's go" you mumbled, drying your tears with your sweater.

Malia's arm on your shoulder as you helped her up.

"it's fine" she winched in pain.

"I lost you once" your eyes hardened "not gonna make it twice".

Stiles came on the other side, helping keeping her up "not gonna make it twice" he repeated, eyes lovingly supporting you.

Mia

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how about making this a series? ehehe

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winnie-the-monster · 8 days

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“I wouldn’t leave without you. I would never leave without you. Them I would leave.”

#teen wolf #s4 #4x01 #malia tate #stiles stilinski #stiles x malia #malia x stiles #stalia #lydia martin #kira yukimura

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incorrectsourwolf · 2 years

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malia: when someone points at your black clothes and asks whose funeral it is, having a look around the room and saying 'haven’t decided yet' is typically a good response.

#malia x stiles #malia teen wolf #scott x malia #malia x kira #malia hale #malia tate #teen wolf incorrect quotes #teen wolf #incorrect teen wolf #teen wolf stiles #incorrect teen wolf quotes #derek hale #scott mccall #lydia martin #stiles stilinksi

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incorrectquotes-multiphandom · 4 months

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#multiphan text post #text post #source: tumblr #teen wolf #peter hale #incorrect stiles stilinski #derek hale #stiles stilinski #steter #sterek #malia tate #malia hale #steo #scott mccall #theo x stiles #theo raeken

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andreafmn · 9 months

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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.”

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