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[averagewriter-inthedark]

Heart of the Ocean 💙 | Teen Wolf Miniseries Part 1

Takes place in between 3A & 3B of Teen Wolf

Teen Wolf Masterlist | part 2

Characters & Pairings: Hale/McCall Pack x supernatural!reader (female/platonic), eventual Peter Hale x reader (romantic), reader x male!oc ( past romance) & reader x supernatural!reader (platonic). Characters in this imagine: Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Derek Hale, Peter Hale.

Content Warnings: light angst, profanity, references of historical event disaster, mentions of death, blood, murder | afab!reader (she/her pronouns) | wc: 3.1k

Requested 📨 yes/no (rules for requests)

Premise: Suspicious deaths were a common occurrence in Beacon Hills—especially after things seem to be actually looking good when a previous problem is fixed. Now Scott and the pack are having to investigate a string of murders happening that not only reek of supernatural, but linked to an renowned event they’ve learned in history class.

Note: I’m hyperfixating on Titanic as of late so I have a lot of ideas involving AU’s and retelling with various fandoms. I just did a TGM au with Bradley Bradshaw and currently have a Twilight one in the works so expect a lot of Titanic in my works when I’m not writing requests.

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Riddles were a tricky little thing. And when used in a malevolent way where to find the answer to a solution one must crack the code, riddles can become a person’s worst enemy.

And the one laying on the table of Derek’s loft was becoming their enemy.

Murders, which was becoming a common occurrence lately in Beacon Hills, were happening where the people were nearly drained of their blood by cutting their throats and wrists before letting them hang upside down. Stiles' father was overwhelmed with stress. Not to mention he was having to come to terms with the reality his town was a beating heart for supernatural creatures. Like how his sons best friend since childhood was a fucking werewolf.

And while it was presumed a human serial killer was responsible for the murders, the pack had an inkling it was more sinister. Investigating on their own they found more suspicious reasons to believe it was supernatural.

Only problem, they had no clue who or what it was.

They were all gathered over the table—save for Peter who was nestled on the couch. Stiles was rubbing a thumb over his lip, becoming frustrated as he was usually on top of solving riddles. Lydia was beside him, deep in thought as she read over the paper silently.

“He just left this here?” Scott glanced at Derek, who was standing with his arms crossed on the opposite side of the table.

“Right outside the door. Like he wanted us to find it.”

“And you heard nothing?” Stiles’ question earned him a glare. “Super hearing and you didn’t hear someone stabbing a piece of paper into your front door?”

“If I did you think I would’ve let him leave the damn note?” Derek spoke harshly.

“Riddle.”

“—knowing all it is is a distraction so he can kill more people.”

“It’s not just a distraction,” Allison interrupted the two bickering, staring hard at the note. “It’s an order. He’s asking us to find someone.”

“Yeah,” Isaac scoffed, “who we have no idea is.”

“Read it again,” Scott sighed, running a hand through his hair. With a huff, Stiles took the paper in his hands, clearing his throat before reading aloud for all to hear.

Have you figured it out yet?

Were my clues not enough?

You’re thinking too hard now,

Let me show you it’s not so tough.

Our faces the same,

As they were the day we changed.

Only the eyes no longer its color,

A price for the exchange.

You’ll find it almost disheartening,

When you learn of what we do.

Our nature is uncanny,

But it’s not so far from you.

Find the one I’m looking for,

And I’ll stop the chaos and the pain.

Are you ready?

Here’s your hint.

Time is of the essence,

So you better make it quick.

Wearing the Heart of the Ocean,

She’s closer than it seems.

For I seek the one I turned,

Who was on the Ship of Dreams.

Silence fills the loft, everyone thinking hard of what it could mean. There were so many clues but so vague it was difficult to puzzle them together.

“Well we know it’s someone supernatural,” Isaac hummed, attempting to lighten the situation.

“Yeah we got that genius,” Peter muttered.

“And he’s looking for a woman,” Allison added, ignoring Peter’s sarcasm. “Someone he turned. And was on a ship?” It comes out more like a question, “that could mean a lot of things.”

“Could it be a werewolf?” Scott turned to Derek

The man shook his head, “I don’t think so.”

“But the thing about the eyes—.”

“Many shapeshifters' eyes are like ours. That doesn’t mean it’s a wolf. Plus he said they’re not wolves.”

“How do you know?”

Derek rolls his eyes as though it were obvious, “he wrote, ‘our nature is uncanny, but it’s not so far from you,’. If they were wolves he would’ve said so.”

“Maybe another Kanima?” Allison suggested, “the master looking for his puppet?”

Stiles cuts in, narrowing his eyes on the last verse, “Why would he bold the first and last line of the last clue—these ones,” he places the paper flat on the table. Lydia, the closest to him, leans in as his finger points to the verse. “Heart of the Ocean and the—.”

“Ship of Dreams,” she finishes, voice going low as realization hits her. All eyes turn to her, confusion in their gaze until the name leaves her lips. “Titanic.”

“What?” The question came from Scott, but all were thinking the same. There’s no way she was talking about the most famous shipwreck in history.

“Titanic,” Lydia repeated, this time more confidently. Her own finger came up to point where Stiles' finger had been. “They used to call it the Ship of Dreams.”

“Titanic?” Isaac’s tone was full of doubt. “You mean the ship that sank a century ago?” He couldn’t help but add, “And the movie Leonardo DiCaprio dies in.”

She rolls her eyes, “I don’t recall any other having the same name.”

“The anniversary is coming up,” Derek starts to say, deep in thought like it was all coming together. “It would make sense.”

“Wait—hold on,” Stiles lifts a dramatic hand. “We’re talking about THE Titanic—like Isaac said—that sank a hundred years ago. A hundred,” he repeats to show his point. “Anyone who is alive—even if they were a werewolf or shapeshifter or whatever the hell you want to call it,” he glances at each of them, “would pretty much be on their last breath of life. If this woman were a newborn baby at the time she’d be at least one hundred years old by now.”

In the debate none had noticed Peter moved from the couch to the window. The chuckle leaving his mouth caught their attention. Stiles makes a sound, “I’m sorry, do you wanna share with the class what you obviously know that we’re missing?”

“Our faces are the same,” he says the opening line of the second verse, only drawing confusion and annoyed looks from the others. “As they were the day we changed.” The man pauses, letting it sink in before continuing, “If the woman he’s looking for was on Titanic then she likely was an adult. Considering he turned her, probably by saving her from freezing to death or drowning, and she wears the same face she did the night she was turned…” Peter steps away from the window, now facing the group.

“She’s not aging. At all. Meaning…..she’s immortal.”

The silence following his confession is eerie, eyes flicking over each other to see if they were reacting the same. Immortal. Though the term was familiar it felt almost foreign. Never had they dealt with someone immortal. Unable to die and was walking the Earth acting as though they were human. Now Beacon Hills had two in its possession. They needed to work fast and the riddle only had pieces of the puzzles.

So who—or more like what, was immortal?

"What are you getting to?” Scott narrowed his eyes, Wanting a straightforward answer to what they were dealing with.

Peter clasps his hands behind his back, slowly inching forward,” It’s not shapeshifters you’re looking for.” He takes a step closer, “or a Kanima and its master.” Another step, “or a dark Druid.” Another step brings him right next to Derek, eyes flicking to the paper. “There are few creatures blessed with immortality—or cursed if you look at it another way. But most of them are born with it. Take Gods and fairies for example.”

“Oh my God—those exist?” Stiles feels his mind implode, “Are we about to fight Gods?”

“No,” annoyed at being interrupted Peter rolled his eyes. “I just said those are immortals that are born with their powers. And I don’t know if they exist, I’ve haven’t met one yet. Anyway, this one—.” His finger touches the riddle, “was turned. And likely the person who did was too.”

“So what is it then,” Scott was becoming impatient. And who could blame him really. For all they know it someone was already being drained of their blood at that very moment. “What’s the immortal that’s turned not born?”

“Come one,” he scoffs, like he couldn’t believe they hadn’t figured it out. “Ever wonder why the victims were drained of their blood?” The one question had everyone's face become colorless. “Has Stiles's father not caught on the wounds were made after they were dead?” Why their throat was slashed….but had two little puncture holes on either side?” Peter glances around at every person, catching the nervousness of their gaze as though they already knew what he was about to say but wished it wasn’t.

“The creatures you’re looking for…..are vampires.”

The rest of the night the pack was gathering as much information as they could about the passengers aboard Titanic—all 2,240 of them—while also trying to figure out any other clues within the riddle. They still couldn’t believe it was a vampire responsible for the murders. And that he was hunting someone he created who, still to their shock, was a passenger aboard Titanic.

And with 2,240 people on the ship during its ill fated maiden voyage…they were in for a long night.

“Okay so we know they’re vampires—our killer is the one who turned the woman he’s searching for into a vampire. She was on Titanic when it sank meaning—,” Stiles wrote furiously across the notepad, the riddle next right beside it. “He was on it too. Now we could narrow this down several ways. Either by searching through the passengers class or going through who survived because as Lydia pointed out,” the hand holding the pen points to the redhead, “RMS Carpathia recorded the names of the survivors before they reached New York.”

Either method was good, but there was a problem with the latter. As Allison pointed out, “but what if they never knew she was there? I mean having a newly turned vampire on a ship filled with people is a recipe for disaster.”

Derek nods, agreeing with her, “Her eyes would’ve made it obvious.”

“How so?” Asked Isaac.

Peter is the one to explain, “Vampires in our world are different from what you see on TV. They aren’t these pale, corpse-like, individuals who look like they belong in the morgue. They’re rather human-like if they’re equipped with a special glimmer that allows them to come off as mortal.”

“Glimmer?” Lydia raised a brow, finding the word a bit comical given the creature they were dealing with.

“We’ll get to that. But any vampire who’s newly turned will have red eyes—blood red eyes.”

“How fitting,” Stiles couldn’t help but groan. “So what, are you saying she’s likely wearing contacts to hide her eyes.”

“Possibly,” Peter hums with a shrug, “wouldn’t be surprised if she is. This day in age makes it easier for vampires to conceal their nature. But considering our little vampire was turned in 1912…her creator probably hid her on the Carpathia—or as outrageous as it sounds, swam her across the remainder of the Atlantic ocean.”

Derek closes the book in front of him, detailing the events of the RMS Carpathia rescue of Titanic’s passengers. “However he saved her can wait,” he leans his hands onto the table, “We need to figure out the last clue of this riddle.” Moving the riddle to him, Derek reads, “Wearing the Heart of the Ocean, she’s closer than it seems.”

Lydia bites her lip, typing away on her laptop. “If I didn’t know it any better…it sounds like he’s trying to reference a piece of jewelry. Probably a necklace or something.”

Peter rubs his jaw deep in thought, “That could be the source of her glimmer.”

“The necklace?” Stiles wonders aloud.

“Usually most vampires would prefer a ring or bracelet,” he waves a hand, “It’s small and concealable. Very easy for a Druid to enchant the item and allow the vampire to give off the effect to other supernatural beings they’re human. Prevents them from being obliterated by the sun. That’s their glimmer. Sealed within the jewelry to act as a camouflage. So long as they have it on,” he shrugs lightly, “you’d never know what they truly are.”

“And she’s been passing off as a human in Beacon Hills. For God knows how long,” Lydia opens a separate browser, hands hovering over the keyboard. “If her necklace has a name like Heart of the Ocean it shouldn’t be too hard to find. We find the Heart of the Ocean, we find her.” Her words have Allison come over beside her, realization crossing her face.

“Isn’t that the name of the necklace Rose wore in the movie?” Right as she finished her sentence, the image popped up on the screen of said necklace after Lydia typed the name into Google. “So it was real after all?”

“Appears to be,” Lydia was just as amazed. Stiles leans over her other side, eyes bulging at the sight of the large blue heart-shaped diamond surrounded by tiny little white ones.

“That’s gotta be worth a billion dollars.”

“350 million to be exact,” Lydia reads off. “At least today it is. Back then it was worth probably not even a quarter of that price—but still big for its time.”

“So…” Isaac taps his finger to his mouth, glaring up at the ceiling from where he was seated, legs perched on the table. “We’re looking for a vampire—probably at least 120 give or take a few years—who is passing off as human because of a magic necklace worth more than our entire lives. Wonderful.”

Scott takes a glance, letting out a whistle, “That had to have belonged to a first-class passenger. I’d say we start there.”

“On it,” Lydia begins to search records of the names aboard Titanic with First-class tickets. While she’s doing that the pack gathers to the makeshift board Stiles had created, adding notes to it as they go.

Stiles tapes the new information on the necklace to next to the verse on the copy of the riddle they made. “Heart of the Ocean a.k.a the magic necklace making the vampire appear human. To be honest, if someone were wearing a necklace that extravagant in Beacon Hills it’d be noticeable.”

Scott agreed, “She’s probably keeping it under her clothes. I mean I would. Lydia, did you find anything on who it belonged to?”

The redhead makes a huff, “from what the article says,” she clicks on a link, “it belonged to American socialite Y/n L/n as a gift from her husband Theodore Ford on their wedding day. He had it custom made overseas on a trip to France.” Lydia’s eyes widened at the next line, “She was the niece of John Rockefeller and he was the nephew of Henry Ford.”

“Good God,” Stiles made a sound, many of the others showing a similar reaction. “What a match made in heaven…and money.”

“Great,” Peter plops onto the couch, “our vampire was a once billionaire socialite—well maybe not billionaire. That’s a far reach. Since she was only the niece of Rockefeller and her hubby was a Ford she probably only had a snippet of their families fortune.” The man rolls his neck, hands clasped on his lap with his legs kicked up. “She shouldn’t be too hard to find then. All we need is a picture.”

Derek gives his uncle an annoyed look, “We don’t if it’s her or not. Maybe the necklace was stolen by her creator and that’s how she got it.”

“What else does it say?” Allison turns her attention back to her best friend. In her head she couldn’t help but feel there was something missing. That they were so close to the answer.

Lydia continues on, “It says here that they married in 1901–Y/n aged nineteen and Theodore aged twenty-one. They had a son, Benjamin, born 1905 and Theodore died six years later in 1911 from a car accident.” She scrolls down a bit, brows furrowing a tad and makes a sound of ‘eureka!’ “Y/n was gifted two First-Class tickets for her and her son aboard Titanic by her uncle John Rockefeller. They boarded the ship during Titanic’s first stop to Cherbough, France….survivors of Titanic recall last seeing Y/n place her son Benjamin into a lifeboat before being denied entry since it had reached maximum capacity,” a feeling of heartbreak fills the redhead, soon followed by defeat as she reads “It is believed Y/n L/n drowned as the ship submerged beneath the surface on April 15, 1912, as her body was never recovered as one to have perished from hypothermia in the freezing waters. Nor was she listed on the records of survivors on RMS Carpathia. Her son Benjamin was soon taken in by her mother where he remained in New York City until his sudden death in 1918 by influenza.”

A moment of silence passes as they take in the information. For Allison and Lydia, they couldn’t help the sadness for the woman they didn’t even know. To have to say goodbye to your child, likely promising them you’d get on the next boat and would be reunited shortly, only to never see them again.

The redhead suddenly straightens her posture.

“What is it?” Scott hears her heartbeat quicken. Worry takes his features when Lydia appears as if she saw a guest. Everyone else looks the same when she brings a hand to her mouth. “Lydia?” There’s a slight tremor in her hand when she pulls it away.

“She’s closer than it seems.” She whispers the line from the final verse. Tone filled with near distraught.

Allison takes a hesitant step forward. From where they were all standing they could also see the light of the screen hitting Lydia’s complexion. Whatever was on it was hidden from their view. “Lydia…”

“I-I thought it meant that by finding the Heart of the Ocean we’d be able to spot whoever was wearing it. That we’d have to maybe knock on every door in Beacon Hills until we find whoever is hiding it—as stupid as that sounds. Because who in their right mind if they knew they were being hunted would just hide in plain sight? But….” her breath picks up, slight horror and astonishment as she stares back at the screen. “He knows where she is—h-he wants us to find her, because she can lead us to him.”

“Lydia….” Stiles slowly draws closer to her. Peter moves to stand from the couch, expression unreadable and as was Derek’s.

But Lydia’s eyes never move from the screen. “The riddle—it was just his game. He knows exactly where she is. He has to. Because she’s been under our nose all along—closer than we could’ve imagined.” Finally the redhead looks up to the anxious eyes of everyone, revealing the shocking truth with the slow turn of the laptop.

“She boarded Titanic as Y/n L/n,” the screen shows a sepia image causing Allison to gasp, Isaac to mutter ‘holy shit’, Stiles to drop his marker, and Scott to feel his stomach drop. Derek and Peter shared a look, Derek more anxious than his uncle. “But she’s been living as Loretta Andrews.”

There on the screen, listed as the socialite Y/n L/n and wearing the jaw-dropping necklace called the Heart of the Ocean, was a woman whose face the teenagers had seen every Monday to Friday for the last three months. Who looked no older than the age of 30 like in the picture and had arrived in Beacon Hills shortly before the spring semester.

Their English teacher, Loretta Andrews.

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[semicolonsspace]

i know you have only written Stiles but could you write derek or scott?

YES I CAN BABY

Loud music boomed from the house that belonged to Lydia. Lydia was having a party and Scott and Yn sat at the dock house on Scott's chest with his jacket covering them both. The water was still and the crickets were grinding their legs to make music of their own. There was a light breeze causing Yn to shiver. Scott chuckles and pulls his jacket over her shoulders. He kisses her temple, his hold on her tightening in the slightest. "Would you like to go back to the party? It's too cold for you."

Yn laughs and shakes her head. "No, I wanna stay here with you."

"I will go with you," Scott shrugs. Yn examines his face, and her thumb glides over the horizontal scar on his cheek. She leans up and kisses it like she has always done. No matter how many times she sees his scars she'd always kiss them. She leans into her ear and whispers, her voice as soft as the wind.

"I know something that can warm us up."

She kisses him, making his breath get caught. He soothes into the kiss, slowly kissing back. His hand reaches for her jaw, desperately pulling her closer into his mouth. They fall down against the wooden ground, their lips only moving faster with need and determination. Their bodies warm the more they kiss, and the jacket gets lost on the floor.

Yn was the first to release from the kiss and Scott's eyes fluttered open last. His red glowing eyes screamed for her to kiss him again as his breathing was screaming for oxygen. Her breath was scattered as well, her hands holding the collar of his shirt, she chuckles. "Can't control yourself can't you?" she whispers teasingly. Scott grins a cheesy one and looks to the lake. He rubs his eyes and looks back at her.

"That isn't fair."

Yn scoffs and kisses his nose. "It totally is fair." a smile was on her face as well as a slight cherry tint on her cheeks.

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[isaaclaheyimagine]

The Final Witch: Part Two

Scott McCall wrapped his arms around your body and hoisted you up from the ground. You couldn’t wrap your head around what was currently happening. You saw alleged witches being burned in a bonfire, you were about to be one of those witches. Your head was pounding and you were feeling weaker by the minute. The power you used against the witch hunter really exhausted all your powers.

“Come on Y/N, stay with me please,” Scott said as he wiped away a stray tear from your cheek. All you could do was nod your head, but your eyes were beginning to feel a little heavy. “Stiles is waiting for us in the car, we’re gonna get you out of here.”

He hoisted your body up and began to carry you bridal style through the forest. You started noticing him getting slower and his breathing getting heavier. Something was going wrong and you could feel it in your body.

“This isn’t right, I feel like my asthma is coming back” Scott heaved out, he turned around when he heard a twig snap from somewhere deeper in the forest. “Y/N, I need you to get up and run and don’t turn back, okay?” Scott whispered in your ear before letting you out of his arms.

“What, did you not expect us to be prepared that the little witch bitch didn’t have friends?” You turned around to see an older woman with dark red hair wearing all black holding wolfsbane in her hand. You wanted to scream but it felt like your throat was already on fire. “Someone grab this bitch already!” she yelled out and 10 more people in black seemed to step out of the darkness of the woods.

Scott pushed your body behind his and flashed his fangs and red eyes at the witch hunters. “Go now!” Scott roared before pushing you deeper into the woods. Your mind was rushing as you were sprinting into the woods, desperately trying to find your way out. It was like this sudden rush of energy that was coursing through your veins as you were running throughout the woods. You weren’t even focusing if anyone else was behind you chasing you, you were only focused on running.

Suddenly you felt something hard hit your chest and knocked you down. It felt like the air was knocked out of your lungs. “Fuck,” you exhaled as you looked up to what hit you. What you saw was a guy your age looking down at you. He had blonde hair and sharp facial features. “Please, just let me go” you begged to the boy, and for a second you thought you saw remorse in his deep forest green eyes. That remorse turned into something sinister when he started to smile.

“Oh i’m going to have fun with this one,” He laughed as he grabbed your hair and pulled you up to him. Suddenly you felt a pain in you abdomen and it felt like your body recoiled. You looked down and saw a crimson stained knife being pulled out of you. Every ounce of energy that you once had was gone. The fight inside your body was gone.

A/N: Hi!! It’s been so long and I wanted to update The Final Witch (and leave it on a cliffhanger). A lot of things have changed in my life. I'm a sophomore in college studying Fashion Merchandising and Journalism. I’ve been wanting to write more and I decided to make it my new year's resolution. Also please give me some suggestions to write about!

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[star-girl-05]

Game Night

Stiles Stilinski x reader

“Scott hates me” you whine, laying against the bed. In the beginning you thought it was your imagination. Now though you know it’s not all in your head, Scott hates you.

Today Stiles had a lacrosse game so you being his girlfriend were there. The game went amazing. Stiles ended up scoring the final goal of the game. You were so proud of him, the smile on his face made yours grow. You ran onto the field embracing him in a big hug giving him a kiss on the lips. He laughed against your lips holding you close to him and twirling you around. “Congrats, baby” you mumble against his lips.

He placed another kiss on your lips before telling you that he had to go to the locker room. You nodded watching him head to the locker room with the other players. He gave you a final wave before disappearing from your sight.

After a few minutes you decide to wait by the locker rooms for him. The two of you have plans to go back to his house. While waiting for him that's where you heard it. You hadn't meant to eavesdrop but when you heard your name you couldn’t help but listen.

“Is Stiles coming tonight?” you recognized the voice as Lydia.

“No he’s going with Y/n” you could hear the annoyance in Scott's voice. “This is the third time he’s declined hanging out to spend time with Y/n.”

“What’s wrong with you thats his girlfriend? Don’t tell me you're jealous” you could hear her laugh at the thought but Scott doesn’t.

“Of course I’m not jealous I just don’t like her” you could hear Lydia question why that was. His answer solidified the idea that he hates you. “Stiles can do so much better than her.” You tuned out the rest of their conversation.

You knew Scott didn’t like you but you hoped that over time he would warm up to but he never did. The rest of the group didn’t mind you the girls would invite you out shopping and to sleepovers. It was just Scott that didn't like you and you had no idea what you did. Now you find out it was nothing you did, he just didn’t like you; he thought Stiles could do better. You finally had the answer to the question that had been plaguing your mind for months.

Your problems weren't over though with one question answered, more showed up. Did Stiles know how Scott felt about you? If he knows about how Scott felt about you, would he break up with you? You know how much Stiles loves Scott so the idea that Stiles would break up with you to make Scott happy wasn’t too far-fetched.

You watched as Stiles took off his jersey throwing it in the hamper. He changed into his pajamas before sitting on the bed next to you. “Scott doesn’t hate you” he grabbed your arm pulling you into him. The two of you are cuddled up in bed together, your head on his chest while his hand runs up and down your side. You lean up and place a kiss on his lips. You weren't planning on telling him about what you heard but you did want to gauge if he knew how Scott felt.

“If Scott asked you to break up with me would you” you could tell the question surprised him. He tensed under you. Stiles had just had a big win, his shining moment and you felt you were running it and you were. It was selfish of you to bring this up but you needed to know before it got any worse.

“Where is this coming from?” he chuckled at the sudden question but stopped when he saw the look in your eyes. You were being dead serious. He could see the doubt in your eyes about your answer. It hurt him thinking that you doubted his love towards you. “Of course not baby” the sincerity in his voice made you believe him. The look of complete love in his eyes settled all your doubt.

You lift yourself up off his chest placing a deep kiss on his lips he returned the gesture right away. Pulling you into his lap, his hands on your hips as he deepened the kiss. He started to place kisses on your neck. Sucking dark hickeys into your neck mumbling small ‘I love yous’ against your neck. You whisper ‘I love yous’ back to him.Every last one of your doubts disappeared with every ‘I love you’ and kiss. You're not going to let Scott come between the two of you again. It no longer mattered if Scott liked you because Stiles did he loved you and you love him.

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[incorrectsourwolf]

Stiles: I've already sent good vibes your way... they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Scott: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up...

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[gatorbites-imagines]

may I request Scott McCall x male reader smut where Scott a bottom I have not found a fic where scott is a bottom anywhere and I love to see more support for this fandom pls

Scott McCall x male reader

Ficlet

Scott has always had a special part in my heart ever since I watched Teen Wolf years ago. You are so right about the lack of bottom Scott content, so I hope this helps scratch that itch a little bit.

Reader is a kanima-wolf combo, like Jackson, cuz I love the kanima plot. did someone say tailplay? cuz theres tailplay.

I had a lot of fun writing this ngl, hope you guys enjoy.

Scotts claws dug deep groves into the floor, a high-pitched whine leaving him as the powerful flexible muscle of your tail curled around his middle, dragging him closer to where you were crouched near the shadowed corner of the room.

The day had been spent high strung on your part, as Scott had seemed to make it his mission to tease you. From sultry looks as he bit his lip, or the way he would push his scent at you specifically to leave you agitated. He seemed to take it as a win when he caught your tongue flicking out between your lips, tasting the air as your leftover reptilian instincts demanded of you.

You had been a kanima when you were bitten, around the same time as Jackson. It stemmed from similar issues to Jackson, something deep and emotional that left you feeling like you weren’t in control of yourself. You had to live up to very high expectations set by your parents, who were very strict about everything you did, also making it impossible for you to accept your sexuality at the time.

But with the help of the pack, you came to accept yourself, and like Jackson, you turned into something more of a hybrid, a mixture of a kanima and a werewolf. Unlike Jackson, you always fell more back onto your reptilian urges than the wolf urges, which was why you were now hissing softly as your slitted eyes bore into the naked back of your lover as you dragged him towards you.

With a flick of your tongue, you could taste the strong arousal in the bedroom, Scott’s bedroom, the faint scent of precum reaching your heightened senses. With a rumbled hiss, you wrench down the pajama pants Scott had been wearing, striking your lightly scaled hand across his naked ass. “You’re so dirty Scott, you were waiting for me, huh?” you hiss, squinting up at him as he looks at you over his shoulder, a slight squint to his eyes that told you that your guess had been correct.

Your tail released his middle as he laid out flat across the floor, lifting his hips just enough for you to pull his pants all the way down and off without tearing them. A whimper left him as your claws ran across his thick thighs, groping the muscle underneath with an appreciative hiss. “So needy” you mumble, digging your thumbs into the dimples of his back, making him keen breathlessly.

Your pupils shrank into slits as you watched how his muscles tensed, his back arching so beautifully as Scott shuffled his knees apart, trying to fit your torso between them as you scraped your sharp teeth across his lower back. The threat of your venom had only ever served to arouse him further, the possibility of being completely paralyzed sending a bolt of thrill and lust through your lover’s entire body.

It was something you had only experimented with once or twice, when you both had felt a little more in control of your more beastly half. But as of now, your tail lashed out, knocking something random off a shelf in the background. Scotts softly glowing eyes met yours as he looked back at you again, audibly gulping and whining softly, almost beckoning you to touch him more.

Spreading his cheeks apart, your tongue started to roll out of your mouth, ready to slither inside him to spread him open the way you knew he loved the most, until you saw the familiar shiny sheen across his pucker. “Did you prep yourself Scott?” you asked with a slight lisp, your longer than humanly possible tongue still hanging out of your mouth.

Instead of answering, Scott simply blushed and buried his head into his folded arms, his knees shuffling to allow him to lift his hips farther, giving you all the answer you needed. Instead of teasing him further, you crawled up his body, letting your torso drag across his back until your chest was pressed against his back, chin hooked on his shoulder.

Your tail coiled around one of his thighs, far up enough that part of your warm scales brushed around his pouch, making him twitch and moan, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of smooth scales against his skin. “You’ve always been such a freak Scott, never imagined you’d be so turned on by scales” you snicker, tone teasing but also thick with want, half hissed as your tongue felt too long for your mouth.

“Maybe I should just fuck you with my tail instead, what do you say?” you murmur into his ear, the tip of your tail just barely pressing against his slick pucker, making Scotts hips flex as his jaw drops in a soundless moan. You knew it was a fantasy of his, you bet hed even let him fuck him when you were still just a kanima, ruled by a master and mind not your own.

You had seen his search history, you knew the kind of stuff he was into, and if that just so happened to always involve a lot of stuff that was similar to your anatomy? Who would have to know but you, Scott, and God.

The tip of your tail just barely pressed inside, your tongue reptilian tongue pressing against his pulse point as Scott moaned, head falling to the side to give you as much access to his throat as possible. It was an extremely submissive pose for a true alpha like Scott, but it always served to make you feel a deep feral rush, to somehow get someone like Scott under you and writhing.

But before your tail could breach the loosened ring of his hole, you pulled it back, doing your best to ignore the whined out “no, no, please” from Scott. Instead, you reached down and undid your belt, quickly releasing your hard length and letting it rest between the globes of his ass, rolling your hips against his to let him feel it.

“Next time, my cute little alpha” you tease, your sharp teeth scraping hard enough against his shoulder to make blood bead up at the bites, but they quickly healed over, only giving you a slight taste. “Please, please, please” Scott whimpered, sounding almost near tears. Its seems you hadn’t been the only one worked up all day, as Scott almost outright panted for your touch, your cock, your tail, anything.

You swore you could see him drooling as you finally press inside him, his hips shoving back against yours hard enough, that if you weren’t holding him still, he would have impaled himself onto your dick almost immediately. A slight warning hiss-growl left you, as if warning him to stay still. A rumble left him in response, his inner alpha seemingly feeling disrespected by your display, even as Scott arched and moaned for more.

Scott was only given a moment to adjust, just how he liked it, before you started moving your hips. A clawed slightly scaled hand was placed between his shoulder blades, shoving his face harder against the floor as your hips struck against his own, his noises rising in volume and neediness.

Scotts claws ached as they dug into the floor, his fangs flashing as his jaw dropped, open mouthed gasps and moans leaving him as the noises were punched out of him, tongue almost hanging out as drool ran down his chin.

As you struck his prostate, he almost wailed, but before that noise could leave him, the tip of your tail was shoved between his teeth, pressing down against his tongue, and tickling the back of Scotts throat, only making his eyes roll back as he groaned.

Your noises were akin to chuffing as your hips slammed against his, claws digging into Scotts back and hip hard enough to draw blood as venom filled drool dripping from your mouth and down into the divot of his spine. Scott gagged as your tail shoved deeper into his mouth, part of it pushing down his throat as he moaned and sucked on it like it was your cock, spit and drool running down his chin and creating a puddle under him.

There was no way for him to beg with words for you to go faster, but Scott was able to wrench one of his hands from the floor, reaching back to hold onto your hip, urging you to go faster, deeper, harder. So, with a deep hissed growl, you did, striking his sensitive prostate with the precision of an expert, making him keen around the scaley meat of your tail.

You weren’t even sure when Scott came, his cock squirting across the floor in thick white spurts, his eyes rolling back as the euphoria crashed through his body and making him tighten around you. But you were too consumed by your own pleasure, hisses and growls leaving you as you kept pounding into him, taking great pleasure in the wet slick noise of your hips meeting his ass, and how it left him moaning and crying out for more.

When you finally reached your end, you crushed your hips against his, your sharp teeth digging into his shoulder as you came, cumming deep inside him in the way you knew he loved as it made him feel so full of you. Your tail withdrew from his mouth with a wet sputter, strings of drool hanging from the deep green scaled to his pink wet mouth, a noise so high pitched you barely heard it as he came a second time.

Purring filled the room as you held Scott, grinding lazily into him as you milked your mutual orgasms as much as possible, before Scott finally slumped, completely limp and panting. You would think you had injected him with your venom with how limp he went, but in reality, it was just the post orgasm bliss.

With a soft kiss pressed against the already healing bite, you carefully pull you and get Scott to his feet, shuffling him into the bathroom to get him cleaned up, maybe even give him a nice warm shower so you two can be washed up. After getting him dressed in a new part of pajama pants, you tuck him into bed, expertly cleaning up the mess of blood, drool, and other bodily fluids left on the floor. You’ll have to find a way to fix the groves you guys left in the floor, but that was for later.

When all was said and done, you could finally allow yourself to crawl into bed with Scott, the scales on your skin receding for the most part, claws and sharp teeth disappearing to where they came from, and your eyes returning to your usual ones. The only thing that stayed was your tail, which curled around Scott in a loving embrace as you pulled him close to your chest.

Scott let out a soft huff, snuffling closer to your neck before he went limp once more, almost laying completely on top of you, basking in your presence and scent as he felt safe enough to be completely vulnerable, sleep quickly rushing up on him. You didn’t feel tired, so like usual, you laid back and held Scott as he snored softly, one hand rubbing up and down his back as you scrolled your phone with the other. His body heat always left you feeling sluggish afterwards, some kind of reptile reaction, but it made you feel safer to watch over him as he slept, so that it what you did, until Scott was ready to wake up again.

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"Stiles I am not going to help you cheat in Spanish..."

"What! I would never ask you to help me cheat, I am simply just asking my best friend in the entire world to sit next to me during the test..."

Scott frowns and punches Stiles lightly "Hey! What am I? Chopped liver? I speak spanish too!"

"Ok so tell me the ABCs in Spanish then" Stiles rubs the spot where Scott punched.

Scott glares at Stiles and Yn shakes her head "Just because Scott doesn't know Spanish doesn't make him any less Latino Stiles. Don't be an ass."

"Primo, Tu entiendes español, si o no?" (Cousin, you understand Spanish right?)

Scott shakes his head yes. Yn nods and looks over at Stiles "Don't be an ass to my cousin and don't cheat off my test" she sighs as she gets up from the table.

"Let me cheat and I'll...uhhh I won't tell Isaac you like him!" Stiles smirks smugly.

"Stiles, she's gay..."

"Oh"

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I Thought I Was Protecting You

"Despite your best efforts to keep it a secret, I know about Y/N. Would be such a shame if something happened to her." An evil smirk was sent the alphas way before Deucalion disappeared.

"Scotty! Ready to go out?!" You danced into his room wearing jeans and a plain crop top ready to go to Lydias' party. "What if we stay in tonight?" Scott suggested anxious about Deucalion. "Again? This is the third weekend in a row you've wanted to stay in." You pouted sitting on his bed. "I just don't have a good feeling about tonight." "That's what you said all those other nights." You crossed your arms and Scott knew he couldn't keep you in the house forever.

"Just stay next to me okay?" He wrapped his arms around your head, your head resting on his abdomen. "Okay, baby." You kissed his abs through his shirt smiling up at him as you pushed him into his closet to pick out something to wear. Once he was dressed he lead you out to his car driving both of you to Lydia's party. Once you arrived Scott kept a protective arm around your waist making sure nothing happened to you. You didn't know about the supernatural and Scott wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.

You guys danced for an hour before you were getting parched. "I'm going to go grab a drink baby." You yelled over the music letting go of Scotts' hand and he grabbed it again taking a step forward to go with you. "Scott I'll be okay alone. It's right over there. Go talk with Stiles he's been trying to hang out with you all night." He looked nervous to let you go and you gave him a short sweet kiss before walking into the house. Scott watched you walk into the house and then started looking around the party.

He felt eyes on him and he looked up to see Deucalion standing on the roof his heart dropping his eyes immediately searching for you inside the house. He looked back to the roof Deucalion no longer there and Scott ran inside the house looking for you. "Y/N! Y/N?! Y/N!" He shouted searching the house his breathing becoming heavier. "Y/N!" He exclaimed happily finding you talking to one of your classmates. "Sorry to interrupt but we gotta go." Scott grabbed your hand leading you out of the house to his car.

"What the hell Scott?! I was in the middle of a conversation!" You crossed your arms angrily watching him sigh and start driving back to his house. "I'm sorry baby we just had to go." Scott's fingers strummed against the steering wheel knowing you were gonna ask more questions. "Why? Because you were getting bored and didn't wanna be there anymore?" You rolled your eyes thinking he made you leave for his own selfish reasons.

"No, I have my reasons." You huffed slouching in your seat and looking out the window. Once you arrived you went up to Scotts' room grabbing your keys planning on leaving. "Sleepover, please." He sounded like he was begging so you dropped your keys on his desk turning to face him. "What's going on Scott? You've been acting weird since you got back from camping with Stiles." You wrapped your arms around his neck wanting him to be open with you and tell you if something was bothering him.

"Nothing is going on." He denied and you sighed playing with his hair. "You've been helicoptering me ever since, you never want to go out anymore, you're looking over your shoulder every time we do go out, do you want me to continue?" "Look it doesn't make sense now but I promise one day it will, just trust me please." You decided not to ask any more questions just wanting a peaceful night with your boyfriend.

"I trust you, Scott. Wanna join me in the shower?" You smiled and he eagerly nodded picking you up and taking you to his bathroom turning on the water. He turned to you kissing you softly before getting on his knees unbuttoning your jeans kissing up your legs and thighs. He stood up grabbing the hem of your shirt pulling it over your head and unclasping your bra. "I love you." "I love you more." You pulled his shirt over his head while he took his pants off.

You both washed each other and held one another, the shower being the most non-sexual intimate moment you guys have had in a while. When you guys got out Scott dried you off kissing every part of your body savoring you like he was going to lose you. "Let's go cuddle." You dried him off before heading back into the bedroom and he put on a pair of boxers while you stayed naked and got underneath the blankets. He wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to his body while you nuzzled into his chest.

"Goodnight my beautiful girl, I love you."

"Goodnight my handsome boy. I love you more." You squeezed him tight before closing your eyes letting sleep engulf you not knowing Scott kept himself awake for as long as possible to make sure you were safe. He looked down at your peaceful state knowing he would do anything in the world to protect you. He would die for you and he knew he might have to.

You woke up the next morning alone in bed and you rubbed your eyes sitting up and getting out of bed to put on one of his sweatshirts and boxers. Your head snapped up when hearing glass break downstairs. You opened the door not hearing anything more but decided to go down to make sure Scott was okay. You were halfway down the stairs when you saw Scott being held up against the wall by some sort of monster thing.

Your heart started racing not believing what you were seeing. "Run," Scott yelled looking at you and the monster turned to look at you dropping Scott and approaching you. You backed up towards the door reaching for the doorknob before Scott intervened fighting the thing. You froze with your hand on the doorknob watching the interaction your jaw dropping when seeing it stab Scott with its claws. "Scott!" You wailed tears streaming down your face as the creature picked Scotts' body up throwing him into the wall opposite of the room.

You swung open the door running as fast as you could down the street not looking behind you. "Get in." A man said cutting you off with his car rolling the window down. "Who the fuck are you?" You asked through tears your chest heaving. "A friend of Scott's. Now get in." You sighed looking behind you at Scotts' house before hopping into the stranger's car. You looked over at him and he had jet black hair a leather jacket on a scowl on his face and he intimated you. You cried quietly looking out the window thinking how you'll never see Scott again and if this stranger had something to do with it.

He pulled up to Scott's work and you've never been more confused. Why in the actual hell were you at the vet when Scott was at home dying. He opened the door leading you to the back room not saying a word so you decided you weren't going to either. You heard the door open and your body stiffened thinking you were next but Stiles, Lydia, and Isaac walked into the room looking at the stranger behind me.

"Guys, what the fuck is happening? Scotts at home he got attacked by some creature and he's there dying, he got stabbed with the thing's claws!" You explained freaking out and they all looked relatively calm. "Y/N he's okay-" Lydia started and your eyes widened laughing in disbelief. "No, he's not he's at his house bleeding out he-," You got distracted when you peered out the window to see Scott walking up the driveway looking good as new. You were extremely fucking confused but were more than thrilled to see your boyfriend alive.

You ran out the door the third wave of tears starting as you ran towards him throwing yourself onto him and clinging to him. "I thought I lost you. I saw you-you were bleeding-you got stabbed with its claws-what was that thing." You rambled on not knowing where to start having so many questions. He grabbed your face in his hands making you look at him tears streaming down his face. He never meant for danger to get that close to you, he knew you were traumatized now, thinking he died and witnessing it. "You're never going to lose me. I'm so sorry baby . Follow me inside and I'll explain."

Over an hour later Scott was done explaining and you sat there in disbelief not even knowing what to think. Your boyfriend was a werewolf. He can heal, if gets stabbed he heals, shot, he heals, anything he heals. And your friends helped him fight supernatural creatures. And you somehow became Deucalions' target. He gave everyone a look to get out of the room and they all left going outside. "I understand it's a lot. I didn't plan on telling you this soon but I can't really come up with an excuse for what you saw this morning." You didn't answer but you put your head in your hands staring at the ground.

"Y/N you're not safe around me." He breathed out sighing knowing what he has to do to keep you safe. You looked up at him fearing his next words. "I-I think we should break up. I have to keep you safe. I love you." He held your face in his hands' tears dropping from his eyes. "Please don't do this Scott." You stood up crying not wanting to lose him twice in a day. "I love you so much which is why I have to do this." You frowned placing your hands on his chest trailing them up to the sides of his neck.

He closed his eyes letting himself sink into the feeling of your touch one last time. "I love you so much too." You whispered kissing his jaw and then his lips. You pulled away after a few minutes looking into his eyes before leaving the building. Scott ran his hands through his hair looking back up when hearing the door open. "I need a ride home." You whispered not looking at him forgetting that his friend drove you here.

You followed him to his car him opening the door for you. You guys drove in silence both of you trying not to cry. He parked in front of your house and you looked over at him kissing his cheek. "I love you, Scott McCall. Stay safe." You said getting out of his car and heading into your house.

------------2 Weeks Later----------

Your parents went to work so you decided to shower and binge-watch your favorite show. You were a mess due to the breakup, you saw him every day at school making it harder to get over him. Not like you wanted to but you had to. You locked all the doors and windows jumping into the shower staying in there for about thirty minutes having nothing else better to do. You put your clothes on leaving the bathroom and going down into the kitchen to make yourself dinner not seeing the open window.

You heard a shatter come from the living room and went to check it out thinking it was just your cat. You looked into the living room seeing a vase broken on the ground your cat was nowhere in sight and you sighed turning around and being face to face with the werewolf who attacked Scott. You let out a scream before he grabbed you throwing you into a wall and stomping towards you as you scrambled to your feet running up the stairs.

You threw anything you could at him being the most scared you've ever been in your life. He made it up the stairs and you ran into your room closing the door locking it and barricading it. You crawled under your bed sobbing and flinching when hearing him bust your door down. You were dragged out from under your bed your screams resuming and he dragged you to the stairs throwing you down them. Your vision was blurry but you were able to see him walking slowly down the stairs.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket knowing you had to call Scott. You hurriedly clicked on his contact him picking up after three rings. "Y/N?" "He's coming, Scott, he's coming." You cried harder when hearing the roar Deucalion let out. He picked you up throwing you all over the house his claws leaving a gash across your chest. You were still on call with Scott and his jaw clenched when hearing your blood-curdling screams over the phone knowing it was all his fault. You were bleeding out, vision becoming black but not before seeing Scott bust through your door in full transformation fighting Deucalion.

You passed out in the middle of it, Scott fought off Deucalion picking up your body using his super speed to run to the hospital calling for his mom. The nurses took you out of his arms bringing you into the operating room leaving Scott in the waiting room pacing back and forth losing his mind. The rest of the pact rushed out of the elevator going over to Scott. "Is she okay?" Lydia asked and Scott stopped pacing looking at the pact. "It's all my fault. It's all my fault." He repeated collapsing on the floor tears falling from his eyes. The pact consoled him until the nurses came out saying they could see you.

"You should go in first. Alone." Stiles said and Scott nodded heading to your room and knocking on the door before heading in. You sent him a small smile moving over signaling you wanted him to sit on the bed with you. He bit his lip trying not to cry knowing it was all his fault. "I thought I was protecting you by breaking up with you. I only put you in more danger." He whispered grabbing your hand and rubbing his thumb over it. "But you were there to save me." You sat up carefully grabbing both of his hands. "You almost died because of me." "But I didn't."

"Scott please don't blame yourself. I'm alive. I'll be fine." You gave him a small smile which he returned. ""Scott please don't blame yourself. I'm alive. I'll be fine." You gave him a small smile which he returned. "You were never supposed to get involved. I'm so sorry." He frowned looking at the stitches on your face the bruises and cuts all over your body and he knew underneath the hospital robe there were gashes across your torso.

He kept rambling about how it was his fault and how sorry he was even though you kept telling him to stop blaming himself. You grabbed his cheeks pressing your lips to his cutting him off. "Listen to me Scott. This isn't your fault at all. You did what you thought was best for me, I don't blame you so don't blame yourself." You looked into his eyes and he nodded and you wiped away his tears pulling him into a hug.

"Will you be my girlfriend again?" He asked into your neck making you smile. "Of course I will be."

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Scott x reader - make everything better

could you do just some fluffy cuddles with Scott? Maybe reader (gn or male) has been having a hard time and just needs to hold their boy close to their chest, messing with his hair and running their hands over his skin—tracing random patterns - Anon💜

You hadn’t seen Scott for days, you knew he was busy with whatever was going on in the supernatural world, but you didn’t want any part of it this time so you tried to stay away.

Between school and working, you hardly had time to see him let alone message him.

Pulling up outside his house, you walked up to the door and knocked before waiting patiently.

“(Y/N), how are you I’ve not seen you for a whole.” His mom smiled.

“Hey Mrs McCall, I’m really sorry to drop by. I’ve been good, how’re you?”

“It’s no problem! Scott will be home soon. And I’ve been well, I’ve got to head to work but are you okay to wait upstairs?”

You nodded and waved Malissa off before you made your way upstairs to Scott’s room.

It was a mess, and you couldn’t help but laugh a little as you started to put his things back where they belonged before laying yourself on his bed.

You hadn’t even heard the door open or close, but you heard Scott when he pushed his door open and tossed his bag against the chair in the corner.

“Have you been here long?”

Sitting up a little you shook your head and smiled as you watched him take his jacket and shirt off before walking over.

“No, only like ten minutes I think.”

Scott nodded his head and crawled over to you, letting you rest your head on his chest as you took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

Scott could smell the stress coming from you, so he wrapped his arms tightly around you, kissing the top of your head.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered.

You shrugged a little bit.

“It’s just been a hard couple of days I guess…” you mumbled.

Scott sighed, he moved his hand and placed it under your chin, tilting your head towards his so he could look at you.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much…”

Reaching up, you gently touched his cheek before moving your hand up to his hair, gently pulling him down for a kiss.

Scott was more then happy to return it, leaning in further and pulled you into him as much as he could before you both broke away for air.

You smiled softly, and he smiled back, resting his chin on your head as you went back to laying in his chest.

“It’s alright, you know that. You’ve got duties to do.”

“And you should be at the top of that list…” he grumbled.

“Scotty, it’s fine, I know you love me, and I know you wanna protect everyone.”

After a while of Scott just holding you, you finally moved shuffling up so he was resting his head on your chest this time.

He was looking for something to watch on his TV, and you were running your fingers through his hair, eyes closed as you relaxed.

“Are you hungry or anything?” Scott asked.

“Nah, I just wanna stay like this…”

“We’ve got school tomorrow you need to go home at some point.”

“I’ll just steal your clothes.”

“Will I ever get said clothes back?”

Looking down at him, you gave him a little grin as you kissed his nose.

“Not a chance my dear.”

Scott laughed, shaking his head at you as he shuffled around to get comfortable.

He tangled his legs with yours, his head tucked just below your chin while you rested your arms around him.

Scott was quick to fall asleep, you knew he was exhausted and barely getting any sleep over the past few nights.

Running your fingers along his chest, you brought them back up and started to trace random shapes into his skin.

You weren’t really focused on anything, just the feeling of Scott in your arms, all your worries and stress melting away as you held your boyfriend.

Eventually you fell asleep as well, arms wrapped tightly around Scott while he rested his hands over yours.

He woke up before you, but he didn’t move from his bed, he simply sat up, covered your with the quilt and rested your head on his chest.

He ran his fingers through your hair, repeating the motion again and again to comfort you.

Scott just smiled as he looked at you, admiring your sleeping form, the way the sun shone through his window and cast a warm glow on you.

You didn’t smell stressed anymore, and you were more relaxed then you were the night before.

He didn’t have anything to do over the next few nights, so Scott decided in that moment he was going to make up for some much needed missed time, holding you as much as you could and spending every waking moment by your side

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 13

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

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“So, is this an all-hope lost situation?” (Y/N) asked as she sat beside Derek in the abandoned subway cart. “Might as well just give up, huh?”

“What are you still doing here?” Derek ignored her questions. “I thought you’d go with Scott.”

“He insisted on walking home,” she shrugged. “And you didn’t answer my question. Do you really think there’s nothing we can do?”

“Honestly? I don’t know,” he sighed, his eyes closing in frustration. “This is a lot more than I ever thought I would have to handle.”

His head fell back, resting against the cold metal of the car, his chest rising and falling as he tried to steady himself. (Y/N) could see the frustration building inside him. How the weight of the town’s survival seemed to fall on his shoulders. Without thinking, she stood between his open legs and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight embrace.

She could feel his body relax as his own arms wrapped around her waist. He gripped her tightly, almost as if he was afraid that she wasn’t there. His fingers dug into the skin of her hips as hers snaked into his hair. It was a comfort both of them needed. A calm in the middle of the storm that was Beacon Hills.

“You’re not alone, Derek,” she spoke into his hair as he listened to her heartbeat. “You don’t have to carry this by yourself.”

“But it’s my fault,” he responded, his voice muffled by her shirt. “I bit Jackson, (Y/N). I’m the reason he turned into this monster that is ravaging through the town. I’m the reason so many people have died –why so many tragedies have happened in this town.”

(Y/N) leaned back in order to look directly into Derek’s eyes. Her hands traveled to his face, cradling his cheeks as her thumbs caressed them. “I want you to listen to me, Derek,” she said. “If it’s the only thing you ever believe from me, it’s that this is not your fault. Nothing that is happening is your fault. Not when other people have made decisions for you or are consequences of their own actions. You are good, Derek. And you are not alone.”

There was silence between them, filled with the same tension that gripped their beings whenever they were in close proximity. So many unsaid words traveled through their eyes, and so many desires that were being repressed.

“What are you thinking?” (Y/N) breathed, breaking the quiet.

“How I don’t think I’ve said enough how amazing you are or how lucky I am to have met you,” he said before dropping his voice to a whisper. “Or how bad I want to kiss you right now.”

“And what if I said that there’s no way you want to kiss me as bad as I want to kiss you.”

“You wanna bet?” he chuckled. “Because it’s taking everything in me not to.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“I think you know exactly what’s stopping me.”

“So, what if I don’t want it to stop you –stop us?”

She could see the way his breathing picked up. The way his eyes kept switching from her eyes to her mouth, then back to her eyes. The way his finger squeezed her hips tighter. “Then it would take the Kanima himself to rip me away from you,” he growled lowly. “So I need to know exactly what you want, (Y/N). Because I don’t know if I could contain myself.”

Her skin flushed red, warming as blood rushed to her face. The air inside the subway cart was choking, taking the air from her lungs and making the moment just that much more intense. She wasn’t sure if giving in to her wants was the best decision. That if she allowed herself this step out of her rules, she would be able to fall back in line.

“Kiss me,” she choked out. “Plea…”

Before she was able to get the word out, Derek towered over her and crashed his lips onto hers. And suddenly, everything just felt right. Their bodies fit together like a glove; their lips moved in perfect synchronicity. It was everything and more than she had ever expected. The feeling of his hands on her waist and the scruff of his beard against her skin was now forever etched into her mind. And she understood why Derek would not have been able to stop. Because she did not either.

(Y/N) pressed herself as much as possible to Derek. The need to be as close as humanly possible to him was overwhelming, but it was all she wanted at that moment. For her, it was scary to do the things she wished for. Taking what she wanted without fear of repercussions had never been something she had allowed herself, and doing it was an intoxicating thrill she had not expected.

“You should get home,” Derek said as he parted breathlessly from her, resting his forehead against hers. “I don’t want you to, but you should go home.”

“What if I wanna do this for a little while longer? What if I’m not ready to go home just yet?” 

“Then I’m sure your dad will be knocking down my door tomorrow morning when he gets here,” he chuckled. “I’m trying to do the right thing here, (Y/N). Please don’t make this harder than it already is. You need to rest, and I need to heal.”

“You’re no fun when you’re trying to do the right thing.”

“Please,” he groaned, pecking her lips once more and reveling in their warmth. “Go home, (Y/N).  Am begging you.”

“Mmm, I like you begging,” she laughed. “But fine. I guess I should go home.”

“Yeah, your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing in your bag, and something tells me it’s Isaac waiting for you. So, please, do us both a favor and go home.”

“What if you take me?”

“You have your dad’s car,” he said. “You don’t need me driving you around.”

“I never said that you needed to drive,” she smirked. “Just escort me back like the gentleman you are. You do know there’s a big bad reptile running around in Beacon Hills. But you can drive if you want.”

“You are something else, (Y/N) Argent,” he laughed. “Fine. I’ll go with you and run back. But no funny business.”

“Me?” (Y/N) grinned as she handed him the car keys. “I never partake in funny business.”

The car ride was quiet but filled with giddiness. Their hands were joined in the center console, their fingers exploring each other’s skin. Matching smiles spread across their mouths, and their eyes kept wandering to the other. But neither said a single word. Not that it was necessary.

(Y/N) felt that she was faltering in her resolution. Now that they had kissed, she didn’t know if she would be able to withhold herself for the coming nine months. She’d had a taste of the forbidden fruit, and she wanted more. The problem? She didn’t know when she needed to stop.

“We’re here,” Derek said, killing the engine of the car. “So I kept my end of the deal. I should go home now.”

“You could,” she offered, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. She stared at the dark sky through the open garage door before checking through the rearview mirror that the kitchen door was closed. “Or…”

“Or?”

“We could kiss for a bit more,” she smirked. “No one would have to know.”

“What happened to not wanting to get me in trouble? You’re still seventeen,” Derek chuckled. “I thought you didn’t want me to go to jail.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” she teased. “Now kiss me until I’m eighteen.”

In a swift second, their faces met in the center, their lips crashing together once more. Derek’s hand went to the back of her neck, pulling her as close as he could, breathing her in. It felt like a dream. A pleasantry she did not want to wake from. It didn’t take long for the heat to rise between them, steam creeping up the windows as they panted. Their hands searched each other’s bodies, the only touch they could afford at that moment. A kiss was the only intimacy they could ever share.

Suddenly, a knock resounded through the car, making them jump apart. They turned to see Isaac’s smug face, a knowing smile outstretched on his lips. “Oh, don’t stop on my account,” the boy said as the pair got out of the SUV. “It was quite the show.”

“Stop being a creep, Isaac,” (Y/N) chuckled as her cheeks reddened in embarrassment. “Derek was just making sure I got home safe.”

“Sure,” he grinned. “Because the monsters are hiding between each other’s li…”

“That’s quite enough, Isaac,” Derek grumbled before turning to (Y/N). “I’ll go home now, then.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s a good idea.”

“Well, I’ll leave you two so that you don’t feel weird kissing goodbye,” Isaac laughed as he made his way back inside. “Have fun, kids. But not too much!”

A soft laugh escaped Derek’s throat as (Y/N) turned to him and hid her face on his chest. As she wrapped her arms around his waist, he embraced her around her back. “Well, there goes the secrecy,” she mumbled. “How did you not hear him coming?”

“Someone had my mind a little occupied,” he chuckled. “But it wouldn’t have lasted long. Your friends have a habit of uncovering everything, whether you like it or not.”

“What do we do now, then? After that, I don’t think I can keep away from you for nine whole months.”

“Nothing has to change,” he shrugged. “We just can’t do any of this in public or wherever the pack is, or even your house. So, basically nowhere.”

“It wouldn’t be us if it weren’t complicated,” she snickered. “We’ll find a way. After all of this is finished, we’ll find a way.”

With a kiss goodbye, Derek disappeared into the night, and (Y/N) went inside her home to find Isaac. He was in the living room, laughing to himself as he indulged in a bowl of popcorn. But the TV was off, and he was staring at the kitchen door.

“Sorry for the interruption, friend,” Isaac laughed. “Didn’t know you two had finally gone official.”

“We haven’t,” she said, sitting next to him and taking a handful of the buttery snack. “It was just a little kiss.”

“That kiss was anything but little,” he grinned. “But congrats. You can now cross off your first kiss from all the school experiences you’ve missed out on.”

“You’re hilarious, Isaac,” she scoffed teasingly. “Now, hurry and go to sleep. You’re out of here in the morning.”

“It was only a joke, (Y/N). You’re really kicking me out for some friendly teasing?”

“No, you idiot,” she laughed. “My parents are coming back tomorrow, remember? I don’t know how excited they’d be if they knew a boy was staying over when they were away.”

“Funny, you’d think they’d care more that I was a werewolf.”

“Nah, being of the opposite sex trumps that.”

The next morning, (Y/N) awoke to Brody jumping onto her bed and licking her face. The roughness of his tongue tickled her skin, and laughs overtook her quickly enough. “I’m guessing you’re in the mood for a run,” she chuckled. “I have been neglecting you a bit. Haven’t I, boy?”

She was met with a bark in response, and she was out of bed. As she changed into her workout clothes, she couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face remembering the events of the night before. The warmth of his lips, the roughness of his beard, the smoothness of his skin. He left an indelible mark in her mind that had no way of leaving her mind.

Before going down the stairs, she peeked into the guest room to find the bed perfectly done and no sign of Isaac. A part of her was saddened that her best friend was gone, but she understood why. She had been the very person that had told him to go. But she had gotten used to his presence, and the house felt unusually big without him there.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” Her father’s voice spoke from the end of the staircase. “Didn’t think you’d be up this early.” 

“You’re home!” (Y/N) exclaimed as she ran downstairs, jumping into her father’s arms. “Where’s mom?”

“She’s over at your uncle’s house. Something about Victoria being bitten last night, and they wanted your mom to check out the wound,” he responded, his tone slightly accusatory. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, (Y/N)?” 

Her breath got caught in her throat. The only thing keeping her grounded was the feeling of her dog’s wet snout against her arm. (Y/N) shouldn’t have been surprised or even hoped that Victoria had kept to herself that she had gone against her the night before. “Dad, I can explain,” she said. “I didn’t –technically—betray the family.” 

“What are you talking about, munchkin?”

“Victoria didn’t say anything about me and last night?”

“No. The only thing we were told about you last night is that you left the mission early,” he said. “Nothing about betraying the family. So, wanna talk about that?”

(Y/N) sighed as she went to sit on the bench in the entryway, her shoulders slumping as the weight of the truth made its way onto her. “Dad, you remember when you told me that I’d always have you on my side no matter what?” she asked. “I need to know that you truly meant that.”

“Honey, of course I did. If it were up to me, I would have no ties to the horrors of our family.”

“Okay, I’m gonna tell you everything about last night, and I need you to promise not to get too mad.”

“Go ahead, munchkin.”

 “Well, there was a plan to trap the Kanima last night, just not with our family. The Hale pack had everything planned except that the Argents knew everything, and they would show up to the rave to ruin the plan. Much less that I would be involved in it. So, I sort of had to lie and say I wasn’t feeling well and pretend I left. But I was actually there with my friends. I’ll spare you some of the details because the Argents already know about everything else that happened. But they probably don’t know that Victoria was there last night trying to kill Scott McCall. He let out this pained howl, and I knew he was hurt. If it hadn’t been for me and Derek Hale, she would have succeeded. She had turned wolfsbane into a vaporized solution, and it was eating him from the inside out. She and Derek fought for a bit, and I guess in that struggle, he bit her. And, honestly, dad, I think that’s the only way she would have left.”

At some point, Henry had sat next to her, wearing the same pained expression on his face that she was sure she wore. “It’s okay, honey,” he said, pulling her to his side. “I’m sure you had no choice. And I am proud of you for saving your friend. Is he okay?”

“Yeah, we got to him just in time.”

“Well, it’s good that you were there, even if it was risky to ally yourself with the wolves while our family was there,” he sighed. “But I did find it peculiar that you could hear his howl. That’s not supposed to happen, munchkin. Much less that you know what the howl means.”

“That’s actually something that I’ve been meaning to talk to you about,” (Y/N) said. “For some time, I’ve been feeling weird. Not bad weird, but different. It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes I get these feelings about people. Sometimes it’s that they’re hiding something or that they’re not good. And then, the howl thing. That I was able to feel the pain in that call. And I don’t know why.” 

Her father kept quiet for a second, and, though she didn’t say it, she was getting the feeling that there was something that he was not telling her. “I don’t know about that, honey,” he responded. “But I will look into it and let you know. Maybe there’s something in the books about it.”

 “Uh, sure. Thanks. I guess it’s just scary when things are happening to you that you don’t understand. I don’t like it.”

“I know, munchkin. I’ll see what I can find,” he smiled. “But you should go take Brody out. I think he’s getting a bit angsty.”

After she got back home, (Y/N) spent the rest of the day doing homework. She might have spent the night before chasing down a reptilian monster and his handler, but she still had her normal life to maintain. And that included her outstanding grades. As far as the school knew, she had nothing going on at home.

It wasn’t until the sun had disappeared from the sky that she even noticed how much time had passed and how hungry she was. She closed her laptop for the day, stretching her tight limbs after being in her desk chair for hours on end. Hopefully, one of her parents had thought of cooking some dinner.

But as she walked toward the stairs, their voices stopped her in her tracks.

“I think it’s about time we tell her, Rebecca,” her father said from the dining room. “She deserves to know the truth.”

“No, Henry. You promised we wouldn’t tell (Y/N) anything until we found her. And we still haven’t. I won’t put our daughter in harm's way.”

“And don’t you think that keeping this from her will do more bad than good? She’s already seeing the signs. Sooner or later, we’re gonna have to say something.”

“The only reason I ever agreed to this plan of yours was because you promised me we would tell her when we both agreed,” her mother retorted. “I don’t agree yet. Not until we find her.”

“So what am I supposed to tell her that’s happening?” Henry raised his voice slightly, still trying to keep it hushed, not knowing that the very person they were trying to alienate was hearing their every word. “I won’t have my daughter think she’s going crazy.”

“She’s my daughter too,” the woman replied, pain in her words. “And you don’t have to tell her anything other than you don’t know what’s happening. Nothing more. Nothing less. Keep your end of the bargain, or I’ll make sure that everyone in this family knows the truth.” 

“You wouldn’t be that spiteful, Rebecca,” he spat. “Because you would never hurt (Y/N).”

“You’re right. Not intentionally, at least. But don’t underestimate me, Henry. If you break our deal, so will I.”

As (Y/N) heard her mother’s footsteps, she ran back into her room. Her heart hammered in her chest, and it made it hurt. She knew her parents were trying to protect her. Whatever her parents were talking about would break the very fabric of her existence, and she wasn’t sure if that made her want to know about it more or not. But out of everything, the thing (Y/N) wanted to know the most was who the her they were talking about was.

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Were Dating?

Stiles x Reader

His signature blue jeep pulled into your driveway at exactly eight. Surprisingly the brunette was on time for once. As soon as he parks he’s jumping out of the jeep, giving you his dorky smile before opening the passenger side door for you. You just chuckle at his actions. 

You and Stiles have been friends for years though it was only lately that he's been acting somewhat differently. He’s been sweeter to you, more thoughtful, you contribute it to the fact the two of you have been spending more alone time together. Tonight the two of you are going to see a new horror movie that you’ve been dying to see. 

You and Stiles just buttered your popcorn when you bump into Scott and allison. Coincidentally they are going to see the same movie, so you decided to join each other. ‘A double date’ in Stiles' own words. The night went amazing, after the movie the four of you decided to get food. At the end of the night Stiles drives you back to your house. Even going as far as walking you to the door. Just as you're about to say goodnight he kisses you. You freeze when his lips meet yours, completely stunned by the boy's bold move. 

“Uh.. What was that?” You weren't against Stiles kissing you but you wanted to know why he's kissing you out of the blue. 

Stiles tilted his head a blush still coating his cheeks, “It’s a goodnight kiss, can’t I kiss my girlfriend” Now you're really confused. 

“I’m your girlfriend?” 

“Of course you're my girlfriend”, he chuckled thinking you were teasing him. It's only when you ask since when with a completely straight face does he realize you're being serious. “A week in a half, I asked you out two tuesdays ago.”

It took a few seconds to place the day. It was an average day, Stiles was driving you home like he does everyday. Only this time when you pulled up to your house he stops you. “Hey before you go I wanted to ask you something” He was oddly nervous but you didn't think anything about it, giving him a nod of encouragement. “I was wondering if you wanted to hang-out, like just the two of us.” Why he’s so nervous to ask you to hang out you don’t know but you answer right away. 

“Of course, I don’t know why you were so nervous to ask. I could never say no to you.” A huge smile blooms on Stiles face, his dimples fully on show. 

“Thank goodness, I was so nervous that you would say no” you laugh at his reaction, why on earth would you ever say no. 

Now looking back on it’s so obvious that he was asking you on a date. In your defense he never used the word date or the word girlfriend. So it wasn’t totally your fault for not connecting the dots. 

“I didn’t realize you were asking me out” your voice is soft 

“Oh” an awkward silence covers the two of you as both stare at each other. He had no idea how to respond, this whole time he thought you were his girlfriend, but you thought the two of you were only friends. He had no idea how you thought the two of you were friends. He wasn't hiding his affection for you. The two of you would hold hands, and cuddle yet you thought you were friends. He felt like an idiot, he just kissed you when you saw him as just a friend. “Well then goodnight I guess sorry I kissed you let's just forget about it” he tried to laugh off his discomfort, this is not how he thought tonight was going to go. This morning he was dating his longtime crush and now he’s finding out it was all a lie. He just wanted to run away and die of embarrassment. 

Before he could leave you grab his arm pulling him back to you and placing a kiss on his lips. His mind short-circuited, he’s on a rollercoaster. One second he's dating you then you're rejecting him and now you're kissing him. 

“Stiles, do you want to be my Boyfriend?” 

“Yeah I would love too” his smiles huge 

“That's how you ask someone out” you giggle out

“Well when someone takes you on dates and holds your hands that means your dating” the both of you laugh kissing each other once more.

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Cosmic Chaos

Chapter 11

You were walking home when you felt the shift in the atmosphere, there is something different in the air. Something or someone is watching you, it doesn’t feel malicious nor benevolent. You quicken your steps but the second you take another step. Your shifted to the road Infront of you changes, there is no houses or street but it’s like you’re in hallway of some crumbling temple, you can feel the cold air coming from the behind of you but you cannot see a thing, darkness covered was all you could see.

The fire torch was doing poor job in helping you see anything. You felt like you’re dreaming yet felt like this is the reality and everything else was an illusion. You hesitantly take step forward; you rather take a warmth that the torch provides than go back to the darkness. The torch next to the lit up as you walk and one by one everything lit up.

Chest beating out your ribs, sweat accumulating on the forehead from fear, you look around. The place is made of stones and the walls carved with symbols that seems to be ancient the whole place gives the aura of centuries if not more than couple of centuries of history.

There is circle shaped table that made of stone had carvings of symbols stand the middle. But that is not what captured you, it’s the giant statue of a goddess or entity that carved in the wall was captivating behind the stone table. A representation of sheer power and confidence oozed from the figure, head held high, tall and proud, the crown on the head, the details of the dress everything seems to be perfect and you felt a pull towards it.   

Then all of sudden a bright yellow orange shined making you close your eyes at the brightness, hands covering half of your face your try to look at the source of the light, the wind picked up with a low difficulty you finally see what made that glow on the center of the table floating in the midair was a stone of bright yellow.

Your eyes glazed and you didn’t hear a small stone beside you falls to the grounds as the giants come back to life, eyes glowing red. You didn’t acknowledge them, they both kneel the side of the table as you walk towards the stone, four stone hands placed as striae to help you on top of the table.

Stone shines bright as if its waiting for your arrival for eternity and now that you are near the glow seems to spike and the energy around the stone was buzzing with an uncontrollable power and magic. Now the glow lit up the place everything was visible.

What you did not see the thousands of bodies of women of your ages and lay lifeless. Some of the already become bones and some frozen and crushed under. This was no temple nor its was a tomb but it is the throne of the scarlet witch.

The lord of chaos magic Chthon made the throne for the scarlet witch a nexus being. one of the very rare entities that can influence the universe in a way that changes probability and alters time flow.

You slowly lift your hands to touch but hesitate for moment the stone move towards you as if it’s encouraging you to touch it, you touch then without a millisecond delay the stone is dissolve and the bright yellow light turns red blow harshly, Infront of you the statue seems to come to life as a shadow a woman floating the air with the same crown and attire.

She gives of the aura of power and strength, the way she held her head high insinuate the certainty she has, her posture was straight and defined it. The benevolent and malevolent energy thick in the air and it is hard to confirm which was dominant.

She has that light feminine energy; a source of spiritual power and healing connect with inner. wisdom and intuitive. Embodies sensuality, gentle, emotional and expressive a empathic graceful goddess

She has the dark feminine energy; a force of raw emotions, untamed desires and primal power. A sacred rage, sensuality and assertiveness. Represents the fiery transformational side of femininity that fuels the death and rebirth.  

Suddenly the figure bust into a red bright glow and it enter inside your body, you could feel the power flowing inside you, your senses being highlighted, the magic inside you strengthen ten folds.

Then everything seems to fade away as you pass out, as you fall the reality change into previous. the red veins fade away from your skin into the deepest of your body.

The leaves crunch under the weight of the wolf, as it slowly stalks towards you with calculating steps. The night is silent as dead, the porch lights of the houses are all dim and no one was on the street. The wolf had seen it all happened, out of nowhere you disappear and come back knocked out cold. He sniffs around of you checking, your heart beating now steady and clam but seems like you’re not going to wake up any soon.

The wolf looks at your face before nudging your face with his cold nose still no response he glances around for a minute before running away.

The wolf shift into his human form and his red eyes shine bright contrast of the darkness, peter change into his clothes. He come back to you “what are you?’’ he asks pushing your hair away from your face he lifts you off ground and carry towards a car, Jennifer waits for him.

“Is she dead?”

“I do not kill everyone I come across Jennifer” peter said before pausing for minute “it depends on who you are and my feeling of the day” placing on you the back seat, a buzzing reached his ears and lands on your pocket.

He takes it without a thought and roll his eyes at the texts and calls before putting back in your pocket.

He turns to Jennifer “you know where to take her”. She node at him before driving away

Far away in the exosphere the phoenix force let out a cry of anguish at the entity for taking you as host before the force could. Orange bright wings with a little mixture of yellow and red shines now the both have to wait and see how you overcome and then the force will decide if you should be able to be its host or not.

Sheila waits in the porch for you to get home, this isn’t the first time you come late but this feels different. You never been this late and she know that you know she will be waiting for you and doesn’t want to worry her and the murders has been going on you usually come earlier and you didn’t even answer her texts or calls.

She gets got bonnie bed, the day had been hard on her learning that she was witch and her grams words are true took a toll on her.

She hesitates thumb hover over the contact she dials.

Drools fall on the pillow as stiles slept peacefully murmuring something about unicorns and supernatural. The obnoxious ringtone of his phone wake him from his slumber, startled he sit up whining he pick up the phone without look at the id

“You better have something fucking important to say”

The other side pause he was about the throw the phone away and continue his precious sleep your grams voice says his name. Stiles eyes wide realizing he just cursed at your grams.

“Stiles?”

“Oh…… God… I was talking to myself……. I would never curse at you…….it just sleep talking”

“It’s alright stiles…. I was calling to see if y/n is with you?” stiles now fully awake scott told him that you were gone home after talking with derek and that’s been hours ago.

“She is not home?” he asks tensely

“No… is she with you or Scott’s home. She didn’t even answer my calls or texts?” her worry was evident on her voice

“of course, she isn’t home…. Because she is sleeping right here…… we just having sleepover?” stiles pat the pillow next to him and slowly get up, balancing his phone by his shoulder he gets wear his pants and take a shirt from the floor.

“Really didn’t you have one recently? Stiles, tell me the truth is she with you?” her tone made stiles pause. A part of him want to cover for you, but other part of doesn’t want to lie to your grams. He takes his keys and starts to make his way to hallway of his home.

“don’t worry she is alright…...she is sleeping”

A sigh of relief can be heard “well when she wakes up come see me first thing in the morning”

“Yep…got it”

After he hung up, he quietly as he can get out the house. Getting inside his jeep he makes way to scotts home. All the texts and calls unanswered made him nauseous, he doesn’t know what happened why you don’t respond to him and grams. Scott texted him that’s you gone home after talking with derek and that’s was like hours ago you should be home by now sleeping. His thought all the possibility but nothing defined your absence other than something really happened.

He curses your name “you better be fucking alright. I swear to God I can never sleep peacefully.”

He throws a little rock at scott’s window he is in no mood of climbing his legs already feels jelly. He so closes to screaming his name from top of his lungs.

“Fucking finally”

“What the hell are you doing stiles in the middle of the night” scotts unclear voice asked looking down at stiles.

“Mowing your lawn, what do you think?” stiles hiss

Scott sigh at him not having the energy to entertain “stiles, its middle of the night. quit it.”

“I’m sorry alright, grams just called me saying y/n isn’t home and she is not answering any of my call or texts”

Scott stands straight “what do you mean, she gone home right after our talk. She should be home sleeping by now”

“Yeah, expect the fact she is not and I just lied grams that we’re having sleeping over”

Stiles throws his hands in air “I was nervous okey, I didn’t want worry her. Now I’m stressing the fuck out here. What if she became late night desert for a vampire or turned to shudder cheese”

Scott’s mouth open and close like fish in water “stiles…...that’s……”

“Horrible I know…….im sorry I don’t know what to do…”

Scott thing for a moment before leaving the window making stiles frown suddenly scott jump out the window swiftly landing Infront of stiles, he stumbles at hands clenching his heart eyes comically wide.

“DUDE, WARNING A WARNING”

“Shh…. Come on mom is sleeping”

Scott and stiles sit in his jeep, seeing scott type away stiles sigh “it’s a waste of time”

“Where could’ve she go?”

A unknow caller id pop on stiles phone he declines it one hand still on the wheels as the drive around the neighborhood. It rings again he decline after continuous ringing Scott take it from him accepting the call.

His face pales when he hears what the caller said he turns to Stiles “to the hospital”

“What? Why? who is that?” stiles questions

“it’s a nurse. She said y/n is in the hospital. She might put your number in the emergency number” scott answer.

Stiles drives to the route to the hospital “what happened? Is she okey?”

“She is unconscious didn’t explain much”

Stiles gulps “I swear to god I’m going to whoop her ass when she opens her eyes”

 Stiles and scott walk into the room that you’re in after getting the number from the nurse at the front desk. “Is she alright?” scott ask the nurse as stiles move towards you.

The nurse sigh “the thing is we don’t know what’s wrong with her?”

Scott frown at that “what do you mean?”

“Someone left her like this at the front of the building the guard saw a car leaving, when we checked her heart was accelerating so fast, we thought she might have tachycardia but she clams down. We tried to wake her up but as you can see, we couldn’t. we run some test for any substance that caused this state but found none. So far, we didn’t find anything that might cause this.”

 “So, she is in some kind of deep asleep” stiles look down at you sleeping away without a worry while he and scott almost had heart attack.

Once the nurse is gone scott take off his jacket and let it rest on the chair that was there walking towards your bed.

“Should we tell her grams?” he asks

Stiles looks at him with an uncertain face “I don’t know, we will just wait for to wake up”

Scott leans in and check your neck and stiles watches carefully “she isn’t bit right?”

“No there is no bite marks or even a scratch” scott expression change into puzzled while stiles sigh in relief.

Scott leans towards your face sniffing he does it few times and stiles face twist uncomfortably “dude you’re being weird”

 His eyes wide mouth hung open “I smell a werewolf on her” stiles mirror his expression; they both look at you with concern.

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Scott McCall | Teen Wolf | Headcanons

Warnings: Mostly fluff, jealousy, sex, kinks.

* He always puts you first, you’re his first priority always and forever. So if you need something he’s always there for you.

* You always come to his lacrosse games, and cheer him on. He always appreciates it and you kiss him before the game for good luck. You’re his good luck charm.

* You’re good friends with Stiles, you help him get a girlfriend and he loves you for that. You and Stiles end up with the sibling kind of relationship.

* Scott loves that you and his best friend get along.

* You accidentally find out he’s a werewolf, he expects you to be afraid of him but you’re not.

* You always help him on full moons and you calm him down, when Stiles can’t.

* You and Stiles slip up and watch movies together when you’re supposed to be helping Scott.

* Scott is big on pda, he loves pda because he loves to show you off and let everyone know that you’re HIS girlfriend.

* He rarely gets jealous because he knows that you only want him, he really only gets jealous when a guy is flirting in your face and you’re being oblivious to it because you mistake the flirting as kindness.

* When he’s jealous he gets really handsy with you, he’ll pull you towards him and start kissing your neck and touching down your body. Until the other guy just decides to walk away.

* You think he looks adorable jealous because he’s all pouty and it’s the cutest thing imaginable, later in the day you’ll tease him about it.

* Stiles has definitely accidentally walked in on the two of you.

* Malissa loves you! She loves that you help Scott with his studies, and she thinks that you’re an amazing partner. She loves how highly he talks of you, and how helpful you are.

* Malissa always asks Scott to invite you over for dinner, you and her always have good conversation and she seems you as family. She knows how much you make her son happy and she thanks you for it.

* Your parents love Scott, they think he’s sweet and good for you. They love that he’s an athlete, he gets good grades, he cares about you and protects you and how loving he is.

* Lydia being your best friends since you were young, and getting her and Stiles together. Their chemistry is unmatched.

* Double dates with Lydia and Stiles, and having so much fun.

* Stiles thanking you for getting him with Lydia.

* You and Scott ditch classes to hangout and spend time together.

* He’s always reassures you that you’re perfect and that he wants nobody but you, and he shows you that in many ways but his favorite way is through sex. He’ll kiss and lick every inch of your body telling you how much he loves it.

* He thinks that you should be with someone normal because he doesn’t want you to get hurt and this is his way of protecting you. He often gets worried when you do answer his calls / texts and something happening to you is the first thing that comes to his mind.

* You reassure him that you’re safe with him and how he’s always here to protect you and make you feel safe, but he still insists that you take some sort of self defense class.

* Lots of pda and affection, Scott is really big on pda. And he has no shame in making out with you in public and showing everyone you’re his. He goes to extreme lengths to show that you’re with him.

* When you’re on your period he brings you a heating pad to relieve your cramps, he brings you food, snacks, drinks all of your favorite snacks. He also babies you a lot when you’re on your period and he will not hesitate to get you anything if you ask for it.

Nsfw headcanons below.

* Quickies! The supernatural world never gives him a break so you guys end up having quickies. Almost all of the time.

* He hates quickies because he’d prefer to make love to you for as long as he can and not worry about having to rush.

* Malissa has walked in on the two of you, and you were literally so scared. After you and Scott finished she asked if you guys were using protection.

* You’re on birth control, and knowing that he loves cumming in you.

* He loves making you feel good so he’s always going down on you.

* He makes sure that he’s not hurting you but ends up breaking your cervix, was a very awkward hospital visit because his mother was the one taking care of you.

* He leaves hickies and love bites all over you, he loves the look of it and he does it because pda isn’t enough for him, he leaves marks so people know you’re taken.

* He knows the effect he has on you and teases you all the time, he edges you and doesn’t stop until you’re overstimulated and your legs are shaking.

* He loves when you’re vocal, he wants to hear how good he makes you feel.

* He does stuff to get a reaction out of you. You two could be sitting next to each other and he’ll put his hand on your thing and circle your clit with his middle finger.

* He’s let Stiles join once.. or twice.

* Although he doesn’t have much sexual experience he’s kind of kinky his main ones are biting, marking, choking and orgasm denial.

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