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soulofapatrick · 5 months

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Falling Into You - Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader

Summary: you and stiles finally give into your unknown crush on each other

Words: 2.6K

Warning: Heated makeout session; if you squint there's dry humping

Y/N’s POV

Living with Stiles has been far from boring. Ever since my dad was killed and my younger brother - Isaac - went to live with Derek, Sheriff Noah Stilinski graciously opened his home to me. That meant living with Stiles too, and let me tell you, it has been anything but dull. Stiles has this knack for turning even the most mundane day into a storytelling session filled with the antics he and Scott get up to.

I’ve grown to love it here. The Stilinski house is like a second home, and the sheriff is like a second dad to me. He’s been incredibly supportive, especially during the tough times. And then there’s Stiles. He’s… well, he’s Stiles. Quirky, witty and always wearing that mischievous grin.

Lately, though, something’s shifted. I’ve caught myself stealing glances at Stiles when he’s not looking. His passion for solving mysteries, his loyalty to his friends—there’s something undeniably endearing about him. Maybe it’s the way he cares for everyone around him, or the way he throws himself into every insane situation without hesitation. But it's more than that. There's a warmth in his laughter, a genuineness in his concern, that makes my heart flutter a bit faster. And as much as I try to ignore it, I can't deny that a crush has been slowly blossoming.

Living under the same roof, it’s hard to keep these feelings under wraps. I find myself wanting to spend more time around him, hoping for moments where it’s just the two of us, away from the chaotic everyday that is Beacon Hills. Yet, I’m also terrified. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship or makes things awkward while living with him?

Stiles is currently sat cross legged on my bed, looking so engrossed in whatever supernatural mystery he's delving into. His dedication is admirable, even if it means sacrificing proper posture for the sake of research. I can't help but steal glances at him every now and then, admiring the furrow in his brow as he concentrates.

I wish I could tell him how I feel. But the fear of ruining what we currently have, the fear of changing the dynamic between us, it’s suffocating. So instead, I go back to focusing on my assignment, the words blurring on the page as my thought drift back to him.

The room is quiet except for the clicking of keys and the occasional muttered comment from Stiles. As I sit at my desk, trying to concentrate on the assignment in front of me, my mind wandering again—this time an entirely different scenario and it’s one that feels both exhilarating and terrifying.

I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to set aside the fear and uncertainty, to sit next to Stiles and lean in, closing the distance between us. What would it be like to press my lips against Stiles’? Would they be as soft as they look, as warm as his laugh? My heart races at the mere thought, a flurry of emotions dancing within me.

I picture the moment vividly: closing the space between us, feeling the warmth of his breath mingling with mine, and the anticipation before our lips meet. I imagine his hands, tentative yet steady, finding their place on my skin, maybe on the curve of my cheek or the small of my back. How would it feel to have his touch ignite a thousand sparks, to feel the electricity between us?

There’s a mix of longing and hesitation, the desire to experience that connection, yet the fear of disrupting the comfortable equilibrium we've found in our friendship. But in my mind's eye, it's a beautiful chaos—a leap into the unknown, a chance to explore something deeper, something that might exist beyond our late-night conversations and shared moments.

Before I can continue imagining me and Stiles the said boy breaks my thoughts, “Hey Y/N! Come here,” He speaks, excitement in his voice but his eyes never once leaving the screen.

I force myself out of the reverie, blinking away the vivid daydreams as Stiles called out to me. His excitement is palpable, contagious even, and I push aside the rush of emotions to focus on the present.

I rise from my chair, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness as I make my way to where Stiles is seated. He’s still hunched over the laptop, his attention entirely captured by the screen. With a careful step, I settle on the bed behind him, leaning over him enough to rest my chin on his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of what’s got him so intrigued.

His warmth seeps through the fabric of his shirt, radiating against my chest, a sensation I try desperately to ignore. The scent that envelopes me—a blend of old books, faint traces of motor oil and a lingering hint of coffee—should be distracting, but it’s oddly comforting. It’s quintessentially Stiles, a unique combination that feels inexplicably familiar and reassuring.

I glance at the screen, feigning interest in whatever supernatural phenomenon has grabbed his attention. But truthfully, my focus wavers between trying to understand what he’s showing me and the proximity between us. His presence feels magnetic, drawing me in, yet I fight the urge to let my thoughts drift into forbidden territory.

“Look at this,” He exclaims, pointing to a section on the screen. His enthusiasm is infectious, and for a moment, I forget the inner turmoil, getting lost in his excitement.

Stiles is engrossed in explaining something on the screen, his energy palpable. I try my best to keep up, nodding along as he talks, but the proximity between us amplifies every emotion within me.

Suddenly, he turns his head, excitement lighting up his russet eyes as he tries to make a point. His words trail off mid-sentence, and in that suspended moment, our faces are unexpected close. I feel his breath, warm against my skin, a sensation that sends a shiver down my spine.

As if in slow motion, I notice every tiny detail—the freckles scattered across his pale skin, the way his eyes dart down to my lips for the briefest moment before meeting my gaze again. My breath catches in my throat, and I’m sure he can heart the erratic beat of my heart. There's a shift in the air, an unspoken tension that crackles between us. His cheeks flush with colour, a shade of red that matches the intensity of my own emotions. I can't tear my gaze away from him, from the way his eyes flicker between mine and the way his lips part, as if searching for words that elude him.

For a moment, time seems suspended, our silent exchange speaking volumes. I feel a surge of courage and vulnerability intertwine within me, a silent plea for something more, a leap into the unknown.

But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it slips away. Stiles blinks, breaking the trance, and clears his throat, shifting slightly away. "Um, sorry, got carried away there," he stammers, his voice a tad higher than usual.

The air feels charged with an awkward tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. I try to ease the discomfort by standing up, intending to head back to my desk and salvage what’s left of our usual camaraderie. But before I can even take a step, Stiles’ hand shoots out, wrapped around my wrist in a swift motion that catches me off guard.

Caught off guard by the sudden proximity, I stumble and practically find myself in Stiles's lap. His warmth envelopes me, and for a moment, our heartbeats synchronise in a chaotic rhythm that seems to echo the unspoken emotions between us.

Stiles’ eyes lock onto mine, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability swirling within their depths. His tongue darts out to wet his pretty pink lips, a nervous gesture that betrays the intensity of the moment. Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, his hand finds the back of my neck, drawing me closer.

In that heartbeat before our lips meet, the world around us seems to still. His touch sends a surge of electricity through me, igniting a fire that I didn’t know was simmering within. And then, finally, our lips touch in a kiss that feels both anticipated and inevitable.

As our embrace intensifies, the laptop becomes a mere afterthought, pushed aside to make way for the burgeoning heat between us. Stiles's movements are deliberate, his hands finding my hips with a confident touch, guiding me to straddle his lap as our bodies mold together.

The kiss deepens, the connection between us sparking a newfound intensity. Stiles’ hands, warm against my skin, slip under the fabric of my teeshirt, sending shivers cascading down my spine. His touch is electric, fingers tracing patterns along my hips, a gentle yet possessive hold that ignites a fire within me. I tangle my fingers in his messy hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingertips as I tilt his head back slightly, deepening the kiss. There’s a dominance in his action, a confidence that surprises me but also excites me in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

His lips move with purpose, fervent and seeking, a silent demand for more as our breaths mingle in the shared space between us. Each movement, each touch, feels like an unspoken confession of desires long kept hidden.

My heart races as I lean into him, relishing the sensation of his lips against mine, the way his body responds to my touch. And as I lose myself in the passion of the moment, it becomes clear that Stiles, despite his usual playful demeanour, possesses a commanding presence that takes my breath away.

As the intensity of the moment heightens, Stiles’ touch remains both from and reassuring, his hands guiding me with a tenderness that contrasts his newfound dominance. With a gentle yet firm pressure, his long, nimble fingers press against my back, coaxing me to lower myself onto him. There’s an undeniable pull in his touch, drawing me closer until I’m lying atop him, our chests pressing together in a shared rhythm. Our breaths mingle in the small space between y=us, the heat of the moment making the air around us feel charged.

His chest rises and falls with each breath, syncing with mine, creating an unspoken harmony. The sensation of our bodies pressed together sends jolt through me, an electric current that ignites every nerve ending.

As I rest against him, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat against mine, a rush of emotions floods over me—desire mingled with a newfound intimacy, vulnerability meshed with a sense of comfort in this uncharted territory.

Stiles's gaze holds a mixture of passion and tenderness, a silent understanding passing between us in the shared silence. His fingers trace gentle patterns along my back, a gesture that speaks volumes, conveying a reassurance amidst the fervour of the moment. His lips part as if to speak but instead, in a very Stiles fashion, a torrent of words spill out in a hurried stream.

“I-I've wanted to do this for so long, and I'm sorry, I should've asked, I mean, I wanted to ask, but then this moment happened, and I just... I didn't want to ruin it, but I should’ve—" He babbles, the words tumbling out faster than I can comprehend. His apology mixes with an admission that he’s wanted this as much as I have, and amidst his rambling, I can’t help but laugh softly, finding the sudden flood of words endearing.

Before his apologies and explanations can continue, I decide to silence him the best way I know how. With a gentle yet decisive motion, I cup his face in both hands, capturing his lips in a kiss that speaks volumes, stealing away his words and replacing them with the silent language of our shared desires.

The kiss is deliberate interruption, a way to convey everything I’ve been feeling in a single moment. It’s a tender yet firm assertion, an assurance that words are unnecessary amidst the eloquence of our connection.

As our lips meet, I feel a shift in the air, the nervous energy dissipating into something more serene. Stiles’ initial surprise melts into a reciprocated warmth, and soon, the kiss becomes a dance of shared affection and unspoken apologies. In that suspended moment, the kiss becomes a story of its own—a narrative of unspoken emotions conveyed through the gentle meeting of our lips. Stiles's initial surprise gives way to a newfound ease, his lips molding against mine with a familiarity that feels surprisingly natural yet exhilaratingly new.

His touch, tender yet assured, ignites a cascade of sensations. His hands explore, tracing the contours of my back, sending tingles racing along my skin. There’s a delicate balance in his touch, a mix of reverence and longing that speaks volumes about the dept of his emotions.

As our kiss deepens, I’m enveloped in a whirlwind of emotions. Stiles’ lips against mine feel like a discovery—a blend of softness and fervour, an unspoken language that surpasses any verbal communication. Each movement of our lips is a revelation, a testament to the unspoken connection between us. His closeness has a gravitational pull, drawing me in and enveloping me in a sense of security and desire. In this moment, I feel cherished, desired, and seen in a way that goes beyond mere words.

The intensity of our kiss, a universe of emotions contained within, is abruptly interrupted by the jarring ring of Stiles’ phone. Startled, we break apart, a shared groan escaping both of us as the moment fractures, replacing by the intrusion of reality. Stiles fumbles for his phone, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. With a sigh, he answers and puts it on speaker, revealing Scott’s urgent voice on the other end, asking if Stiles had found any leads.

As Stiles responds to Scott’s inquiries, I take the opportunity to sit back up, adjusting my position so that I’m straddling his waist. The shift seems to catch Stiles of guard, his breath hitching slightly, and I can feel the bulge pressing against my ass. I watch as Stiles bites his lip, a subtle attempt to suppress any involuntary sounds, his focus divided between the phone call and me, shifting on his lap. His eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment, and I can see a hint of frustration at the interruption, mixed with a smouldering intensity that sends a thrill through me.

Leaning closer, I offer an apologetic smile, silently acknowledging the disruption but unable to resist teasing him but grinding my hips against his, pretending to get more comfortable on his lap. I notice the way his breath catches again and his hands dart for my hips unsure if they want to stop my hips or help me roll them against that growing bulge.

“Sh-shit,” A moan escapes him and Scott falls silent as Stiles’ cheeks bloom a pretty shade of red, “Fuck, I gotta go, talk later.” And with that Stiles is hanging up, practically throwing his phone on the floor and in one quick moment has us flipped over so I’m laying underneath him.

“Hi.” I breathe quietly, an ache between my legs.

“Don’t you ‘hi’ me you little tease.” He grumbles, leaning on his elbows either side of my head.

“What you gonna do about it?” I challenge, loving the gleam in his eyes.

Stiles chuckles softly, his eyes dancing with mischief as he leans closer, his breath brushing against my lips.

"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you've started."

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imaginefan · 1 month

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Still The Same

Stiles Stilinski!Brother X Sister!Reader

Word Count: 1886

Requested: @emaz-0225

Request: Can you do an imagine where your Stiles Stilinski twin sister and your really close with an original Character son of Peter Hale but your kidnapped and you are saved by Scott and he has to give you the bite and you have to tell your father

You and Stiles were twins and most people could see it in the way that you acted and spoke to people. While Scott and Stiles stayed close while they were younger and grew together you ended up becoming friends with a boy who had seemed to have trouble making friends. He was quiet and in some ways scary but you never took the warning worming your way into his school life and eventually becoming his only friend, his name was Madden Kazimir Hale. He preferred Kaz, apparently his first name was one that his father had given him so he never used it, his mother had given him his second and so he used that one.

Kaz later found out that there was more to his father than first thought and you were there the night that it all happened, you both found out that Kaz was a werewolf and after his mother explained everything you were the one to help him through figuring it out. You were both 11 at the time and now at the age of 14 well into your first year of highschool, Kaz had great control and you were both closer than ever.

You were standing in the halls waiting for Kaz to get all of his stuff out of his locker “you know, if you would just remember what lessons you have, your locker wouldn’t be such a mess.” You grumbled as he looked at you with raised eyebrows, short brown hair casting a shadow over his eyes as you waited for him to say something. “Like your locker is any better.” He argued “you and your brother are the worst of that kind of thing.” “I will have you know that I’m far better at organisation than my brother.” You argued and he smirked, he was about to say something when another voice interrupted you both. “Kaz, you’ll be at the party tonight won’t you?” Lydia asked as she laid her hand on his arm, you rolled your eyes before they caught on Stiles across the hall, he seemed to be bouncing on his feet. “Only if she’s going.” Kaz answered, that drew your attention back to him as he looked down at you. “So (Y/N) are you coming?” Lydia asked. “Probably.” You answered and she nodded. “Good then I will see you there Kaz.” She smiled as she turned and walked away, not even a second later Stiles slams into the locker next to you. “What was she talking to you about?” He asked. “Hello to you too Stiles.” Kaz muttered as he continued to sort through his locker. “Yeah, yeah hey, so..?” He asked. “So?” You asked in a teasing tone. “What was she talking to you about?” He asked. “Who?” You asked. “Not funny.” He warned. “I need a name.” You informed him. “Lydia!” He answered, voice louder than he had intended, you assumed thanks to the ADHD. Most people were used to him now and continued about what they were doing, not paying him any more attention. “Just a party, don’t worry you’ll be there, it's probably going to be after the game anyway.” You explained. “Yeah but why is she asking you?” Stiles asked. “Don’t worry about it.” You waved him off as Kaz closed his locker. “Ready?” “Ready.” He answered.

It was only a few weeks later that Kaz came to you with a new discovery, one that involved Scott and by extension Stiles. “Scott’s a werewolf.” Kaz said when you were alone at lunch. “What?” You asked. “How would you know that?” “His scent changed, you can smell it on someone, same way I can smell it on the guy that's been hanging around the school.” He answered. “Right, so what do we do about that?” You asked. “You're surprisingly calm.” Kaz raised an eyebrow. “It's not like we can change it, so I guess we have to help them.” You explained “you said that there are now hunters in town because of that new alpha, the one I assume bit Scott.” “I guess the question that we really have to answer is who is this alpha.” Kaz shrugged “but maybe we should talk to your brother and Scott first.” “Yeah I guess you are right.” You nodded.

Later that evening with your Dad still working, you and Kaz corner Scott and Stiles in his room “so are you guys going to tell us why you're acting so weird?” You asked as you walked over to Stiles' bed laying down. “W-what are you talking about?” Scott asked. “You don't need your inhaler, being super good at Lacrosse now.” You turned your attention to Stiles “your unnatural interest in the new murders, the hale house and your unbelievable jumpiness.” “I’m always this way.” Stiles answered. “You sir are a terrible liar.” You smirked. “Even if I didn’t know, I’d know they were hiding something.” Kaz as he walked purposefully past Scott before falling back on the other side of the bed his head landing on your stomach. “You don’t know what it is do you?” “What are you talking about?” Stiles asked. “I was talking to Scott.” Kaz pointed at the person that he named while you began to gently run your hand through his short hair. “W-what are you talking about?” Scott asked. “Terrible lairs.” Kaz said, eyes shifting to you. “Terrible.” You nodded. “Their hearts are hammering.” Kaz teased but when he looked back at them both his eyes glowing a bright yellow. “You're a werewolf!?” Stiles asked. “You haven’t figured out that half the Hale family were?” Kaz asked. “What!?” Stiles asked. “Looks like you're going to have to take it from the top.” You sighed as Kaz settled in to tell them everything that he knew.

It had been 3 years since Scott had been turned, he was now an Alpha but not through bloodshed instead through pure will power. Kaz had since met his father and still wanted very little to do with him, even less when he found out about his sister, someone that was only a few months younger than him. You had no time to dwell on the family links that had yet to be made but you stayed close friends with Kaz which was probably how you ended up being kidnapped. With Kaz’s name having just appeared on the Dead pool someone must have seen you as the ticket to getting to him.

You don’t even know where you are, you just know that it smelled musty and the man in front of you was terrifying, he had a large hunting knife in his hand you had a feeling that he was about to use it. “Let’s hurry this along shall we?” He asked as he crouched in front of you, the knife plunged into your stomach, you screamed out in pain as he got up and walked over to the table picking up your phone, he used your finger to unlock your phone before filming a video and sending it to Kaz. “With any luck you will see them before you die.” He wrapped his hand around the knife ripping it from your stomach “I doubt it though.” You watched as he carefully stepped over something on his way out of the room, a trip wire, making sure to keep that in the forefront of your mind.

You don’t know how much longer you wait before you hear the scuffling but as soon as you hear movement you start to talk about the trap, making your voice as loud as you could, which was only a mumble “trap by the door, step over the wire.” You mumbled it on repeat and luckily it seemed Kaz was in tune with you in more ways than one, his hand shooting out to stop Scott from stepping any closer to you. “She warned us of something.” He said as he looked down at the floor catching sight of the wire there. “Careful.” He ordered as he stepped over the wire, careful to keep an eye out for anything else, finally getting to you and taking your hands in his face. “Hey there, you scared me, thought you weren’t going to let anything happen to you.” “Sorry.” You mumbled. “No need to be sorry we found you, so now all we need is to get you out of here.” Kaz said softly, you smiled. “We both know that’s not true.” You said softly. “I know I’m dying.” “No.” Kaz argued “do you remember what you said to me when we talked about dying?” “Mmm.” You hummed. “What did you say?” He asked. “I choose life even if it means that I’m not human anymore.” You answered. “Are you sure?” Scott asked. “I’m sure.” You answered.

Choosing to live at the time seemed like a good choice but now that it was time to tell your Dad what you had done to do so you honestly worried that it was push him over the edge, after everything that had happened with Stiles you were concerned that he’d hate you for this, you’d never be able to walk away from this life. “I can tell him it was my fault if you want, he’d believe it.” Kaz said from where he was sitting. “No I won’t lie to him.” You answered. “See that confidence that’s what you need to go there with, trust me it’s going to be fine your Dad loves you, but you always have me, we can go anywhere we want if this doesn’t go the way that you want it to.” Kaz promised you. “Thanks Kaz.” You smiled, you walked into your Dad’s office and swallowed as he looked up at you smiling. “Hey (Y/N/N) what are you doing here?” He asked. “I have to talk to you about something.” You said, he nodded, taking off his glasses and giving you his full attention. “Do you remember back when I got kidnapped and Scott and Kaz found me?” “Yes.” He answered, he seemed stiff at the memory of it. “Well something happened, something that I think that I should tell you about, I understand that you might not see me the same as you had before but I can’t keep it a secret, that will just make it worse.” You took a deep breath. “I was stabbed when I was taken and I was about to die, I told Scott to bite me, I didn’t want to die and there was a way to stop it, I just… I wasn’t…” “Ready?” He asked. “Mmm.” You hummed. “It’s okay.” He promised as you looked at him. “R-really?” You asked. “Things are going to be different, you will be but you are still my daughter and I will love you all the same.” He promised. “Really?” You asked. “Of course.” He answered. “Oh thank god, I was looking for the cheapest place to run off to with Kaz.” You sighed. “You and your brother are always so dramatic.” Your Dad teased as he pulled you into a hug. “You will always be my little (Y/N/N).” He promised, your eyes caught Kaz’s through the window and he smiled simply mouthing ‘I told you.’ from his reclined position on one of the seats outside.

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taeswolfie · 6 months

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆

☽︎𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏☾︎

Ch.2

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader

Word count: 9.3k

a/n: I started writing this in November of 2020 on Wattpad and finished a few years later, and although it's kind of old now it's still one of my favorite things I have written so far. I wanted to give it a bit of new life here on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it. There were about 90 chapters so wish me luck on this massive, and probably slow, migration 😅

A teenage girl sits cross legged in the middle of her bed dressed in pajamas. A book is held up in front of her. The cover of black leather has no title but the Triple Moon is embossed vertically in the middle, a moonstone sewn into the middle moon. Her head moves slightly as she reads and she mutters the words under her breath. She suddenly looks towards her window, a flash of purple is reflected when her eyes meet themselves in the glass before she blinks and they're back to their original color. She tilts her head a bit as if listening for something and squints her eyes before she gets up. The book closes and plops down onto the covers in front of her as she gets up, her hands unfolding from their place in her lap.

She pauses a few steps from her window with a sigh and a roll of her eyes. She takes the last few steps and quickly pulls open the window, sticking her head out and startling the brunette boy currently scaling the trellis on the side of the house. "What are you doing, Stiles?" She asked once he regained his hold on the structure.

"God! Y/n! You nearly scared me to death! How did you know I was here?" He asked, slightly out of breath from the combination of climbing the side of her house and getting a scare.

She shrugged a shoulder. "I heard you."

"How?! I was super careful not to make a sound. Also why weren't you answering your phone?"

"Not careful enough, apparently. And I was busy reading. I didn't want to be disturbed. Now, again, what are you doing, Stiles?"

"I saw my dad leave like 40 minutes ago. Dispatch called, everyone from the Beacon Department and even State Police were called in because two joggers found a body in the woods."

"No."

"No? What do you mean no?"

"I mean no. School starts tomorrow and I don't want to spend my last night of summer traipsing through the woods looking for a body."

"Half body." He corrected.

"Let me rephrase. I don't want to spend my last night of summer traipsing through the woods looking for a half body. Go drag Scott out of bed and make him go with you."

"Uh, he already did." Scott's voice drifted up to the two and Y/n looked past Stiles to see Scott giving her a sheepish grin.

She gave him an unimpressed look before leveling it on Stiles. "There's no way I'm gonna get you to leave me alone tonight, is there?"

"Nope." He grinned at her when she rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Fine." She pulled her head back in her room and stalked over to her closet.

"What are you doing?" She glanced behind her to see Stiles now haphazardly hanging onto her window sill.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm putting on some clothes. I don't want to go out, but I don't want to go without proper clothing more. Now, you can either watch me change or get off my window, but choose wisely."

He flushed a bit as he started to stammer. "Uh-um- I'm uh- I'm gonna go. Down there. With Scott."

"Good choice." She squinted her eyes at him with a sarcastic smile. Once he was out of sight and on the ground with a quiet 'thump' she shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Idiot." She mumbled under her breath but still couldn't help the small smile that crept onto her lips. She hurried and got dressed in a sweater and some pants before climbing onto her window sill and down the trellis, leaving her window ajar for when she came back. When she was on solid ground she made her way to the blue Jeep that she has come to associate as purely Stiles.

Stiles comes to a stop in front of a sign labeled Beacon Hills Preserve No Entry After Dark. All three teens hop out of the Jeep, Stiles holds a flashlight. "We're seriously doing this?" Scott asked with worry in his tone.

"You're the one who's always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles shot back with a pat on Scott's shoulder when he passed. Y/n comes up next to Scott with a sigh.

"He's kinda got you there, Scotty." She also pats his shoulder before reluctantly following behind the overly excited boy.

"I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." Scott also reluctantly followed.

"Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." Stiles retorted from five steps ahead of them.

"Hey, be nice Stilinski. Scott's trying to play this year."

"I will play this year." Scott corrected. "In fact, I'm making first line."

"Hey, that's the spirit." Y/n smiled at Scott with a nudge that he returned with a smile of his own.

"Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one." Stiles said.

"Like chasing after Lydia Martin." Y/n mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?" Stiles couldn't hear her over the crunching of leaves and Scott's scoff.

"I said 'how much can these woods darken?'' Stiles threw a questioning glance over his shoulder at Y/n's innocent expression. He then looked at Scott, but the shaggy haired boy just shrugged. Stiles shook his head and continued looking forward as Y/n smirked to herself.

"Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked.

Stiles slowed in his walking for a moment. "Huh! I didn't even think about that." He chuckled.

"I've got a question too." Y/n said with a finger raised slightly in the air. "What if whoever killed this person is still out here?"

"Also something I didn't think about."

"Of course you didn't." Y/n shook her head.

"It's... comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail." Scott joked as they climbed up a steep incline making him start to breathe a bit harder.

"I know."

"Maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight, huh?" Scott leaned against a tree and pulled out his inhaler. Y/n stopped with him as Stiles kept going.

"You good, Scott?" She asked, concerned.

He simply nodded as he shook the inhaler and waved her on. She took a few steps still looking at him before facing forward as he continued to walk with her. Stiles stumbles to the ground to lay on his stomach, Y/n following more gracefully with Scott falling beside her like Stiles had. Scott wheezes as they watch several flashlight beams scan the area, the figures holding them looking for any sign of the other half of the body.

"Okay, come on!" Stiles suddenly jumps up and runs in the direction of the other people.

"Stiles!" Scott calls but he doesn't answer.

Y/n groans. "I'll go after him." Y/n also jumps up and starts running after him.

Scott takes a puff of his inhaler before he also follows. "Wait up!" The three run through the woods, Y/n whisper yelling at Stiles at how much of an idiot he's being. "Stiles!" Scott also tries to whisper yell at the boy.

"Stiles, stop!" Y/n's forceful tone finally gets him to slow to a walk, looking behind him for his friends. Y/n catches up just as a dog barks at him, scaring him into falling back, which happened to be right into Y/n, sending both teens to the ground.

"Hold it right there!" An officer yells, the dog still barking as lights are shined on the two.

"Hang on, hang on!" Another voice calls over the ruckus. "This little delinquent belongs to me."

"Get off me, you oaf! You're crushing my ribs." Y/n groans with effort as she pushes Stiles off while he tries desperately to get up.

"Dad, how are you doing?" Stiles greets his father once he manages to stop crushing his friend.

"Y/n." Noah Stilinski greets.

"Hello Sheriff." She gives an innocent smile as she stands.

"Does he know you're out here?" Y/n didn't need him to name anyone to know who he was talking about.

"Would you believe me if I said yes?" He just looked at her and she looked away. "Yeah, thought not."

"So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?" He then asks Stiles.

"No, heh." Stiles tries to deny, but then, "Well, not the boring ones." Y/n shakes her head.

"Now, where's your usual partner in crime?"

"Who, Scott?"

"No, the Gingerbread Man. Yes, he means Scott!" Y/n sasses before she gives the Sheriff a polite smile. "Scott's not with us, right now. He said he wanted to get a good night's rest for tomorrow's practice and he didn't want to come." What she said wasn't a lie, Scott wasn't with them because he trailed behind and he had said those words earlier.

Stiles nodded in agreement with what she had said. "It's just us. In the woods. Alone."

She gave him a short jab in the side with her elbow and a look that said shut up. Noah raises his flashlight and scans the surrounding trees. "Scott, you out there? Scott?" He calls but gets no answer. He sighs and lowers the light. "Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car. And you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called invasion of privacy." He grabs the scruff of Stiles' clothes and pulls him along, glancing back at Y/n. "And you, missy, I'm gonna give you a ride back home."

"Yes, sir. That sounds great actually." She takes one more look out at the trees with a small frown before following the Stilinski's.

After Noah made sure Stiles got in his car and drove away, he led Y/n to his car where she got in the front seat. Thunder crashes in the distance as she stares out of the front window, a worried look on her face. Rain gently patters against the road. She fidgets in her seat, an uneasy feeling in her gut. Her head whips towards the passenger window as she faintly hears a distant howl, the feeling getting just a bit worse.

When Noah pulls in front of Y/n's home she winces at the sight of Alan Deaton on the porch and sighs. "Thanks for the ride, Sheriff." Y/n glumly says as she unbuckles.

"No problem." He waves goodbye when she gets out and she watches him leave, prolonging the time before she has to face her guardian.

"Y/n." He says in his normal cool tone.

She slowly turns to look at him. "Yes, Alan?"

"Why did I get a call saying that you were wandering around in the woods in the middle of the night?"

"Because I was." She responded plainly.

"Why?"

"Stiles, being Stiles, listened in on the Sheriff's phone call and he heard about a dead body being found, but it was only half, and there was a search party for the other half and Stiles wanted to be the one to find it. He dragged Scott out too, and what kind of a best friend would I be if I had let them go by themselves? But now what kind of best friend am I that I left one of them in the woods after we were caught." She frowned.

"Who?"

"Scott. The Sheriff didn't see him because he hid behind a tree."

"And you know that how?"

"I heard him."

"I see." He nods in understanding. "I'm sure he'll be fine. Scott's a strong boy, he'll be okay. Come on, let's get inside. School starts tomorrow."

"Yeah." She mumbled. He held his arms out and she obliged by hugging him. He pulls away but still keeps an arm over her shoulder. Just before she steps inside she looks over her shoulder, back to the woods.

"What's wrong?"

She shakes her head a bit, a frown still tugging at her lips. "I don't know. Just a feeling." She sighs as she turns away and follows him into the house.

…

Y/n rides into the parking lot of Beacon Hills High School on her bike. She balances on one foot as she smoothly glides up to the bike rack, using her other foot as a brake once she's close enough. She notices Scott's bike and Jackson's Porsche as she's fixing up her bike lock. "Oh, yay, I'm parked next to him." She mutters sarcastically. She turns to face the school, fixing her bag on her shoulder, and takes a deep breath. "First day back to school. What a joy." With one more breath she makes her way to the front doors. She scans the crowd and spots Scott and Stiles, the former holding up his shirt to expose his side. Y/n squints and catches a red splotch on the gauze he has taped there before he puts it down and the two continue walking. She picks up her pace and jogs to the two, catching up when they stop again and she can clearly hear what they're saying.

"All right, well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not gonna believe me about when I tell you I found the body." Scott's tone lowered with the last few words he spoke.

"What's this about a wolf?" Y/n asked once she stood next to the two, her curiosity piqued.

"Did you not just hear him about the body? Are you kidding me?" Stiles directed the last at Scott.

"No, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month."

"Oh, God, that is freakin' awesome."

"Yeah, awesome. You saw a wolf?" Y/n looked at Scott in question.

"No, but I heard one howling."

Y/n's brow furrowed a bit in worry but her thoughts are cut off by Stiles groaning out a sigh. "I already said that that was impossible. There are no wolves in California."

"You'd be surprised." She pointed out.

"Look, enough about the wolves. How are you focusing on that more than Scott found the body? I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since..." He trailed off as he spotted a particular strawberry blonde head. "Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia... You look..." Lydia passes without a glance at Stiles but a small wave in greeting towards Y/n who returns the gesture. "Like you're gonna ignore me." Stiles sighs and looks at Scott. "You're the cause of this, you know?"

"Uh-huh." Scott 'agrees' with a smile.

"Draggin' me down to your nerd depths."

"Uh-huh." The three continue walking as the bell rings.

"I'm a nerd by association. I've been Scarlet Nerded by you. At least you haven't tarnished Y/n with your nerdy influence. How are you friends with Lydia, by the way? How did you get in there?" He rounds on Y/n.

She scoffs. "There's no 'in' to get to. We just so happen to be very best friends."

"I thought we were your best friends?" Scott points between himself and Stiles.

"You are, Scotty, don't worry." She pats his shoulder. "You're my guy best friends and she's my girl best friend."

"You think you could put in a good word for me so I can be her guy best friend?" Stiles asks with a hopeful tone.

"No." She shoots down immediately, giving a playful coo when he pouts and she lightly pinches his cheek. He bats her hand away with a laugh and the trio continue down the halls.

...

"As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night." Mr. Curtis informs as he writes on the white board. Scott shares a knowing smile with Y/n and Stiles, the h/c in the seat next to him with Stiles right behind her. "And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody," Mr. Curtiss turns to face the class, Scott throws a questioning look at Stiles who shrugs, "which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus which is on your desk outlining this semester."

Y/n picks up the paper to skim it over, barely glancing out the window when she heard the cell ringing outside. She sees a pretty brunette girl on the bench outside that she doesn't recognize yet doesn't really give it another thought. She looks back to her paper, but her eyes are drawn to movement beside her. She glances over and sees Scott looking around before rubbing his ear in confusion. She narrows her eyes at his actions and keeps watching him as his focus is drawn out the window and his eyes slowly sweep across the room until they stop at the door. A moment later the Vice Principal walks in with the brunette girl behind him.

"Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome." The VP leaves and the girl, Allison, moves to sit in the empty seat behind Scott. Y/n watches as Scott grabs one of his pens and turns to give it to Allison.

A confused look flashes across her face before it lights up with a smile. "Thanks."

"We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis, on page 133." The teacher started speaking again as they looked at each other for a minute before Scott turned around. Y/n raised a brow at the exchange and caught Allison's confused look return. With one more glance at Scott Y/n turns back to her own papers, noting to herself to watch Scott a bit more closely.

...

The bell rings and students flood the halls. Scott fiddles with his locker's lock and glances down the hall spotting Allison. She looks over at him and smiles. He just blinks at her in a slight daze as Y/n comes up behind him. "Hey, Scott."

He turns to her. "Oh, hey, Y/n."

"I was meaning to ask, I saw you had a bandage on your side as I was catching up to you guys? What happened? Are you okay?" She asked in concern and he gave her an easy going smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Stiles doesn't believe me but I think a wolf bit me. It was dark and I couldn't see well but I heard a wolf howl."

"You're sure?"

"Pretty sure."

"Can I see? The bite I mean?"

"Yeah, sure." He glanced around before he lifted his shirt enough for her to see. She carefully pulled the top part of the bandage away and he winced. Quickly, but carefully, she put the bandage back and he let his shirt fall.

"Yeah, that's uh... That's some bite." Stiles came around to Scott's other side at that point and she tuned out their conversation as her mind swam with the new information and worry. She only snapped out of her head when Lydia called her name from down the hall. She was standing next to Allison and waving Y/n over. "I'll see you guys later." She said to the boys before she made her way over to Lydia and the new girl.

"Allison, this is my best friend, Y/n. Y/n, this is Allison." Lydia introduced.

"Nice to meet you." Y/n held her hand out which Allison took.

"You, too." Allison gives her a kind smile.

Jackson sidles up beside Lydia with an arm thrown around her. "Hey." She greets and gives him a kiss. Jackson spots Y/n and rolls his eyes.

"Y/n." He says in obligatory greeting.

"Jackson." She says boredly. The two proceed to ignore each other as they talk to Allison.

Across the hall Scott and Stiles watch the exchange as another girl stops beside them at the sight of the four. "Can someone tell me how new girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" The girl questions the two boys.

"Because she's hot." Stiles answers.

"Does that mean you think Y/n's hot?" Scott smirks at him.

"What?" Stiles looks at him almost offended. "I'm just saying beautiful people herd together."

"You just called Y/n beautiful." Scott's smile got wider as Stiles glared at him.

"Your point is?"

Scott shook his head. "Nothing. Nothing."

"I'm just stating facts. Y/n is obviously pretty hence why she's with Lydia and the new girl."

"I'm not saying anything." Stiles rolled his eyes as Scott just smiled at him and turned to the girl they were talking to. Scott's smile slowly fell as he looked back over at the four. His ears were able to pick up the conversation taking place across the hall.

"So, this weekend, there's a party." Lydia hints to Allison.

"A party?" The brunette questions.

"Yeah, Friday night." Jackson informs. "You should come."

"Uh, I can't. It's Family Night this Friday. Thanks for asking."

"You sure? I mean, everyone's going after the scrimmage. Even Hermit over there is going." Jackson gestured towards Y/n and she gave him a sarcastic laugh with squinted eyes.

"You mean like football?"

"Football's a joke in Beacon."

"The sport here is lacrosse." Y/n informed. "It's like... A big thing."

"We've won the State Championship for the past three years."

"Because of a certain Team Captain." Lydia smiled up at Jackson and fixed a piece of his hair.

"Well, we have practice in a few minutes. That is, if you don't have anywhere else-"

"Well, I was going to-"

"Perfect." Lydia cut Allison off. "You're coming." Lydia grabbed Allison's wrist with one hand and Y/n's with the other and started to pull them both along.

"Is she always like this?" Allison whispered to Y/n.

"You get used to it." Y/n shrugged with an unbothered expression.

...

Lydia leads the trio as they make their way to the stands and sit. Y/n spots Scott and Stiles already geared up and on the field. She gives them a wave when they look over although Y/n notices Scott wasn't looking at her but at the brunette next to her making her smirk to herself. Coach Finstock talks to Scott and Y/n sees him hand Scott the gear for goalie. Oof. That's gonna be rough. She thought as Scott takes position in front of the goal.

"Who is that?" Allison asks.

"On goal?" Y/n clarifies and when Allison nods she smiles. "That's Scott. He's one of my best friends." Y/n looked back at Scott to see him already looking in their direction with a tilted head and her smile dissolved into a slight frown. Coach blows the whistle and Scott grips at his head as if someone was shouting at him, Y/n's frown goes a little deeper. Another player throws the ball and it goes right into Scott's mask making him fall flat on his back. Stiles grimaces and Scott gets back up. He braces himself as another player throws the ball again, but this time he caught it.

He looks at it surprised and smiles. The lined up players all look around each other to see what McCall had done. Stiles sits up and yells, "Yeah!" Scott catches ball after ball and Stiles whoops. Y/n watches with raised brows and a disbelieving scoff.

"He seems like he's pretty good." Allison comments.

"Yeah, very good." Lydia agrees.

"Uh oh." Y/n mutters when she sees Jackson skip the line to take his shot at Scott. The air is tense as everyone watches Jackson run up and hurl the ball at Scott. But to everyone's surprise he swiftly catches it. Stiles jumps up, hooting in joy. Y/n stands with Lydia as the strawberry blonde cheers and Y/n cups her hands over her mouth. "GO SCOTT!"

"THAT'S MY FRIEND!" Stiles yells making Y/n laugh. Lydia screams some more cheers and Jackson glares over at her. When he catches her eye she just gives him a what? look and sits back down.

...

"I don't know what it was." Scott leads the way through the woods and across a small stream as his two friends follow him. "It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And it's not the only weird thing. I can... hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."

"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles questions from behind Scott.

"Like Mint Mojito gum in your pocket. And Y/n smells like flowers."

"I do?" The girl muttered as she pinched her shirt and sniffed it, only smelling her laundry soap and a bit of animal from her time at the Animal Clinic. She then held her wrist up to her nose, focusing on her sense of smell, and there it was. A faint scent of flowers that clung to her skin like a mist. Something she had almost forgotten about because there wasn't anyone who would notice it like her.

The three pause as Stiles rummages through his jacket pockets. "I don't even have any Mint Mojito-" He cuts himself off as he pulls a slightly opened piece of gum from his pocket. Y/n raises a brow as Stiles looks up at Scott who gives him a see? gesture. They continue walking and Stiles shoves the gum back in his pocket. "So all this started with a bite."

"What if it's like an infection, like my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?"

"You know what? I actually think I've heard of this- it's a specific kind of infection."

"Are you serious?" They all stop again, Y/n looking between the two, nervousness flashing through her system as she realizes what Stiles is getting at, albeit jokingly, but this was anything but a joke to her.

"Yeah." Stiles puts his hands on his hips in seriousness. "Yeah, I think it's called Lycanthropy."

"What's that? Is it bad?" Scott worries.

Y/n folded her arms. "He's talking about Werewolfism."

"Yeah! You know, the full moon and the awrooo." Stiles howls. Scott lightly pushes him away and continues walking as Stiles laughs. "Hey, man..." He follows, an unusually quiet Y/n following. "Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling."

"Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me." Scott frets.

"I know! You're a werewolf! Ow!" He rubs his arm from Y/n's sudden attempt to make him shut up. He looks at her in question and she glares at him.

"Don't joke around like that, Stiles." She catches up with Scott. "Ignore him. I'm sure that it's nothing too bad, okay?"

Scott just sighs and Stiles speaks up. "Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, It's 'cause Friday's a full moon." While Scott ignores Stiles, Y/n bites her lip in worry. If it was just a random ordinary wolf, Scott should be fine. But if it wasn't... If it really was what she thinks it was, then things were going to get very complicated very soon.

Scott looks around on the ground but doesn't see anything. "No, I- I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body, the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler." Scott crouches to look through the leaves.

"Maybe the killer moved the body?" Y/n suggests.

"If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are like 80 bucks." Y/n chuckles a bit but when she feels another presence her head shoots up and she spots a broody looking man with dark hair and a black leather jacket. Stiles notices the man a second later and pats Scott to get his attention. Scott looks back and stands up to face the man.

The man starts walking closer to them at a brisk pace making Y/n take a few steps of her own to where she now stood in front of the boys. Used to her protectiveness neither of them give the action a second thought. "What are you doing here? Huh?" The man asks quickly. "This is private property."

"Sorry, we didn't know." Y/n speaks up for them. "We were just looking for something. You wouldn't have happened to see an inhaler around, would you?" Without another word the man pulls something from his pocket and tosses it towards Scott, but Y/n catches it from the air without looking away from him. She tossed the object back to Scott which he sees as his inhaler. After another moment of Y/n and the stranger staring each other down he turned and walked away. Once she was sure he wasn't coming back she turned to see Stiles gaping towards where he left and Scott frowning.

"All right, well, I've gotta get to work." Scott went to leave only to be stopped by Stiles.

"Guys, that was Derek Hale."

"Hale?" Y/n questioned, the name sounding vaguely familiar to her.

"You remember, right?" He asked Scott. "He's only a few years older than us. This was, like, a few years before you moved here, Y/n. His family burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago."

"That's awful." Y/n frowned.

"I wonder what he's doing back?" Scott mused.

Stiles scoffs and shrugs his shoulders. "Come on." He started to walk away, Y/n and Scott following after one more look towards where Derek Hale disappeared to.

...

Y/n sat at home that night, curled up in the corner of the couch and worrying at her bottom lip. She stared into space as her mind swirled in a mixed mess. It was only the first day back at school and things are already kind of stressful. She didn't notice the other person in the room until the couch sagged next to her. She turned her head to see Alan giving her a concerned look. "Are you alright?"

"I don't know." She said honestly.

"Well, I don't think the wall will be alright if you keep burning a hole through it." She gave him a weak chuckle as she looked at the wall again. "What's bothering you?"

She sighed and shook her head a bit. "It's hard to explain."

"Do your best."

She was quiet while she tried to get her thoughts in order. "The other night, I heard a howl. It was distant but I know what I heard. And now I find out today, Scott heard it too and he swears a wolf bit him." She looked at him again, concern, worry, and a slight bit of fear written on her face. "He's been acting strange too. He's hearing things only I would normally hear, and he's smelling things like my natural scent of flowers. I think that... I'm scared that..." She sighed in frustration. "My thoughts are so jumbled."

He put a comforting hand on her knee. "Tell me what you feel, then, instead of what you think."

She closes her eyes for a moment and when they open, they glow a slight purple before dimming back to e/c. "I feel like he's been bit by an Alpha. He's turning."

Alan's face turns serious. "Well, if your feeling is correct, and I've never known it to be otherwise, then Scott's going to have a tough time ahead of him."

"Tell me about it." She huffed. "What do I do?"

He was quiet for a moment as he thought of what best to advise. "Just be there for him and help him. If he's really been bitten, he's going to need his friends more than ever."

"What if he or Stiles starts asking questions about what I know? I can't tell them about me." She frowned at the thought. She's never had a reason to reveal what she was and when they learn about the supernatural she'd be lying about it.

"They'll be too preoccupied with Scott's new transformation to wonder about it much. For now, at least, don't worry about it."

"I'll try. Thanks... For helping me." She gave him a small smile and hugged him which he returned. "It's what I'm here for." He patted her back and pulled away. He got up and left her to her thoughts again, but this time they weren't as stormy.

...

"Y/n! Y/n!" The girl looked to the spastic boy who was yelling her name across the lacrosse field as she sat on the stands. She squinted her eyes in confusion watching Stiles run like a bat out of hell and got off the stands so that he wouldn't pile-drive people just to get to her.

"Whoa, whoa!" She cried out when he nearly rammed into her and held tightly to her shoulders. "Calm down there, Speedy. What's wrong?"

"Scott was right." He blurted.

"What? Right about what?"

"Scott was right! About a wolf! There was animal hairs on the body, wolf hairs!"

She opened her mouth to speak, but he rushed off as he spotted Scott, which was probably a good thing because she wasn't even sure what she would say. Her feeling is turning out to be more and more correct as the seconds ticked by. As the game started Y/n could only watch in concern and a slight bit of awe as Scott easily skirted around other players and flipped over three other guys blocking his path to take a quick shot. The team gathered around Scott, praising his score and patting him on the shoulders. Coach called Scott over and she listened in, smiling a bit when he put Scott on first line. Maybe being a werewolf wouldn't be the worst thing in the world for him. Maybe it'll actually be good. Maybe.

But the pit in her stomach told her that maybe it won't be as good as she hopes. She looked over to Stiles to see him with a worried expression. She went over to him and sat next to him. "What's on your mind?" She nudged his shoulder lightly.

"I think- and I know this sounds crazy- but I think I might have been right. That joke I made the other day. I don't think it's much of a joke anymore. I think Scott is actually a werewolf." He looked at her in worry and all she could do was put a comforting arm around his shoulders.

"Whatever is happening here, we'll get through it. I know it." Stiles didn't answer. Just continued watching Scott in worry.

Later that day Y/n pedaled to a stop in front of Stiles' house, Scott doing the same a minute later. "Hey." She greeted.

"Hey. Do you know what Stiles called us for?" He quizzed.

"Nope." She shook her head. Well, she had a pretty good idea what it was. They both made their way into the house and up to Stiles' room where Scott knocked loudly.

The excitable boy opened the door and sighed in relief when he saw it was his friends who smiled at him. "Get in. You gotta see this thing." Stiles closed the door. "I've been up all night reading- websites, books. All this information."

"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott asked.

"A lot." Y/n and Scott shared a smile at that. "Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen." Stiles urged.

"Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott sat his bag on the bed and sat himself down on the edge, Y/n placing herself next to him.

"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale."

"Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day." Scott realized.

"Yeah! Yes. But that's not it, okay?"

"What, then?"

"Remember the joke from the other day?" Stiles scoffed. "Not a joke anymore." When Scott didn't catch on to what he was saying he elaborated. "The wolf. The bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?"

"Should I?"

"It's like a signal." Y/n finally spoke up, both boys turning to face her. "A wolf howls to tell its pack where it is." When they both just stared at her she raised her brows at them. "What? I live with a vet and I like animals."

"Right." Stiles agreed. "So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em."

"A whole pack of wolves?" Scott wondered.

"No... Werewolves." Y/n frowned. This had been exactly what she thought this was about. But, while she was nervous, Scott was unbelieving.

"Are you seriously wasting my time with this?" Scott got up and started to grab his bag. "You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour."

"Scott, maybe you should listen to him."

"Not you, too." Scott looked at Y/n, slightly aggravated.

"He's got a point. I mean, Scott, we saw you on the field today. What you did wasn't just amazing, it was practically miraculous."

"Exactly!" Stiles pointed at her excitedly.

"Yeah, so I made a good shot." Scott brushed it off.

"No, you made an incredible shot, I mean..." Stiles grabbed Scott's bag and put it back on the bed. "The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And- and there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore."

"Okay!" Scott interrupted. "Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?"

"What are you trying to do?" The tension in the room rises and Y/n stands, feeling the spiking emotions. The first moon is sometimes the worst for newer wolves. "I-I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?"

"He's not trying to ruin anything, Scott. He's trying to help you."

"You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon that will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak."

"Bloodlust?"

"It's like an uncontrollable urge to maim and kill." Y/n provided the info again.

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Y/n." Scott said irritably.

"I'm sure you are." Y/n muttered under her breath.

"You gotta hear this." Stiles continued to rant. He grabbed a book and searched for what he wanted from it. "'The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse.' All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does. You gotta cancel this date. I'm calling her right now." He moved around Scott to his bag and rummaged around for Scott's phone.

"Wait, Stiles. You shouldn't-" Y/n tried to warn but she was cut off by Scott.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm canceling the date." Stiles had finally retrieved the device.

"No, give it to me!" Y/n felt heat flush her body as she felt Scott's anger reach a crescendo making him grab Stiles and shove him against the wall, fist raised and ready to strike.

"Scott, stop!" Y/n yelled forcefully. Scott's fist shook and he yelled as he swiped at Stiles' desk chair making it clatter to the floor.

Scott panted heavily as he looked between Y/n and Stiles. The air was thick as Scott realized what he was going to do. "I'm sorry." No one spoke. "I-I gotta go get ready for that party." He, more calmly, got his bag from the bed and went to the door, pausing to look at his friends again. "I'm sorry." And then he left, closing the door behind him.

Y/n let out a breath to calm herself as Stiles leaned his head back onto the wall and she looked over at him. "Are you okay?" She asked. He didn't answer but nodded his head a bit. Even with his assurance she wanted to assure herself so she went over to him and pulled him into a hug, which he gladly reciprocated. The two teens stood in silence for a moment before he pulled away with a sigh. She raised her brows in question and he nodded at her again.

"I'm good. Thanks." He gave her a small, appreciative smile.

"Anytime." He looked at his fallen chair and went over to it. He crouched down and picked it up, sitting it back on its wheels, but paused in his movements. He looked over his shoulder at Y/n with furrowed brows and moved for her to see. She frowned when she saw the three slash marks that scarred the chair from Scott's hit.

...

Y/n sat in her room and bounced her leg anxiously. The party was soon and she didn't want to go, she wasn't much of a party person unless she was in the mood for it, but tonight was the full moon and so she had to. She had to watch out for Scott. The first change is often the hardest and it'll be no different for him.

She jumped slightly when she heard a honk from outside. She looked out her window and smiled when she spotted the blue Jeep, giving Stiles a wave when he spotted her. She took one more glance in the mirror and flattened out any wrinkles in her clothes before she went downstairs. She spotted Alan on her way and stopped in front of him. "How do I look?" She asked.

He twirled a finger and she obliged by turning for him. When she faced him again he smiled. "Stunning as always." He finally said.

She rolled her eyes but still smiled. "You always say that."

"Because it's always true." He was silent for a moment, a tender look in his eyes. She felt a nostalgic feeling from him as he looked at her but also at something else, something not quite in the same space as them. "You look just like her."

A sad smile graced her features as she looked down and remembered her face. It's been a long time since she last saw her mother in person. Yeah, she has pictures, but it's not quite the same. The camera doesn't quite catch the proud gleam in M/n's eyes when Y/n showed off her growing skills. All she has is the memory that she desperately holds onto. And that's enough for now until she can see her again, one day in the future.

She looked back up at Alan and gave him a sudden hug. He huffed a laugh in amusement but hugged her back. "Thank you." Her voice was soft but he still heard her. He just squeezed her a bit tighter before they both pulled away. "Okay. I should go now. Stiles is waiting."

"Have fun. And be careful." He warned gently.

"I will." She gave him one more smile before she turned and rushed out the door and hopped into the Jeep. "Thanks for giving me a ride."

"No problem. You look really good, by the way." Stiles complimented.

"You don't look so bad yourself." They smiled and he started to drive to the party.

Music pounded through the house as teens danced together, several of them holding red or blue cups. Stiles and Y/n stood in the middle of moving bodies and looked around. "I don't see Scott." Stiles yelled over the noise and looked at her.

She took one more glance around. "He's probably not here yet. Stay in here. I'll keep an eye out for him outside."

"Sounds good." With that Y/n made her way to the backyard where more people were having a good time together. She looked around for her friend, but spotted someone unexpected. Her eyes narrowed as she made her way to the mysterious Hale, his eyes already watching her cautiously.

"I know what you are." She said as soon as she was close enough and folded her arms. "All I wanna know is, are you an Alpha?"

"No, I'm not."

"Show me." He rolled his eyes before they flashed a brilliant blue. She frowned at the color but decided to ignore it for now. "Okay. Then what do you want with Scott?"

"I'm just looking out for him. There are Hunters here."

A rush of fear coursed through her and she nearly stopped breathing. "What?" It came out a little more breathless than she intended, but wouldn't you be breathless too if you were presented with one of your biggest fears?

He didn't say anything else as his eyes were drawn behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see Scott had arrived with Allison. Scott spotted them, looking between his friend and the stranger as a dog started barking. Derek looked behind him at the dog and then back at Scott, Y/n giving the canine creature a glance. Scott kept staring until Allison had gotten his attention. Derek took this chance to leave. Y/n gave the moon a nervous glance before returning to the party. She wandered aimlessly until a pair of familiar hands grabbed her and she found she was inside the house again. She looked up to see Stiles giving her a worried look.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

She opened her mouth to say something, but slowly shut it realizing she didn't really have anything to say. So she just settled with, "Yeah, I'm fine." A sudden pull in her gut told her that something was happening and that that something was Scott. "But I don't think Scott is." Not even a moment after she said that Scott had started to practically stumble into the house, sweat on his brow and breathing heavily.

"Yo, Scott, you good?" Stiles asked as he got closer.

"Are you okay?" Another girl asked yet he just bypassed everyone and made his way to his car, speeding off as fast as he could. He was gone by the time Y/n and Stiles made it outside and they just barely caught Allison getting into Derek's car and driving off.

Y/n huffed in frustration and grabbed Stiles' wrist. "Come on." She dragged him to his Jeep and he drove them to Scott's house. Melissa wasn't home as the two bounded up the steps and to Scott's door. That was probably for the best. She tried to open the door and found it was locked so she pounded on it instead.

"Go away." She heard his meak reply.

"Scott, it's us." Movement from the other side and the door opened just a crack. They tried to open it further but Scott wouldn't let them. "Let us in, Scott. We can help."

"No! Listen, you gotta find Allison."

"She's fine, all right?" Stiles assured. "We saw her get a ride from the party. She's- she's totally fine."

"No, I think I know who it is."

"You just let us in. We can try-"

"It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods."

"Wait, no." Y/n tried to correct. "No, Scott, he didn't-" She was cut off.

"Scott.. Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party."

"Oh, shit." Y/n felt Scott's mood shift a second before the door slammed on them and was locked again.

Stiles banged on the door. "Scott!" Stiles kept trying the door as Y/n heard a thump. Her breath hitched when she heard a roar and she pushed Stiles from the door and out of the house. "It's too late. Just check on Allison. I'll try and follow Scott."

"Wait, what?! You can't go out there by yourself! You could get hurt! Whoa!" He nearly fell as Y/n practically shoved him into the Jeep.

"Don't worry, I can handle myself. Just go." She didn't give him anymore time to argue as she started sprinting towards the woods. There wasn't time to track him so she just went in the general direction she had heard him run for a bit before she resorted to getting some help. She stopped for a minute and closed her eyes. When she opened them they blazed with a violet glow and she looked around at the few people now standing around there. "Have you seen a boy run through here?" She got a few nods. "Please, show me which way he went." One by one the figures pointed and she continued running, now following the dead's guidance.

She felt them before she saw them, the wolves and the Hunters. Her eyes returned to e/c as she saw a flash of light and heard Scott's scream of pain. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw three Hunters there. Like a truck hitting her, memories flashed through her head. Running through the woods. She was crying and she heard her mother scream. "Y/n! Run, just run!"

She was snapped out of her flashback when she heard, who she assumed, the lead Hunter speak. "Take him." That's when she spotted Scott, shifted and pinned to a tree by an arrow through his forearm. Suddenly one of the other Hunters was yanked back and she caught a glimpse of Derek. A rush of adrenaline urged her forward and to Scott where she broke the arrow and pulled him away as Derek threw the second Hunter before following them.

The three ran through the woods until Scott collapsed to the ground against a tree, panting. When he turned around and sat with his back on the tree he was back to normal. Y/n dropped to her knees taking deep breaths, her hands gripping onto any fabric they could find to stop from shaking. Derek looked around to make sure they got away for now. "Who were they?" Scott asked.

"Hunters." Derek answered. "The kind that have been hunting us for centuries."

"Us? You mean you! You did this to me!" Scott jumped up from the ground and shouted angrily.

"Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better... Hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something most people would kill for. The Bite is a gift."

"He should have had the choice to receive it." Y/n spoke up, finally finding her voice again. She shakily stood up, clenching her hands to stand stronger. "It should have been his decision."

"There's nothing to be done about that now. He has it."

"I don't want it." Scott said.

"You will. And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it." Derek bent over and placed his hand on Scott's shoulder. "So you and me, Scott... We're brothers now." Derek walked away, leaving the teens by themselves. Scott gripped his injured arm and leaned his head back.

Y/n looked at him and his arm. She carefully made her way to his right so she could see it better. "Can I see?" She asked. He looked up at her like he was just realizing she was there but nodded and moved his hand. She gently took his arm and inspected the wound. It wasn't too bad, she could easily heal it. But the problem was healing it would raise more questions than she was willing to answer so soon. So instead she tore off a strip of her clothes, not really minding since she could always fix it later. She tied the fabric around his arm and he hissed at the contact. "Sorry." She pulled her hands away when she was done and looked up at him. "That should do for now. It might take a while, but you'll heal."

"Thank you." She gave him a small smile and a nod. She looked around with a sigh and stood up, holding a hand out to him.

"Come on. It's a ways before we get back home. Better start walking now." He took her hand, she helped him stand and they both started to trek through the woods.

...

By the time the sun was up Y/n and Scott were going down the side of the road, Scott still babying his injured arm. The sound of a car coming drew her attention and she looked over her shoulder, smiling in relief when she saw the most beautiful blue Jeep she had ever seen. She tugged on Scott's good arm to get him to turn as Stiles pulled to a stop next to them. Scott got into the front and Y/n happily hopped in the back, tossing a spare blanket at Scott before curling herself up in one and sprawling in the back.

"You know what actually worries me the most?" Scott asked after a while.

"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head." Stiles responded.

"Leave the boy alone, Stilinski." Y/n mumbled tiredly from the back.

"She probably hates me now." Scott practically lamented.

"Ugh." Stiles sighed. "I doubt that. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or, you know, you could just... Tell her the truth and... Revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin' werewolf." Scott gave him a look and Stiles backpedaled. "Okay, bad idea. Hey, we'll get through this." Stiles patted his arm. "Come on, if I have to, I'll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do it."

"I'm pretty sure l could get some puppy chow from the Clinic." Y/n offered with a sleepy smile. Scott scoffed at them with a smile and they continued their drive in silence.

After Stiles dropped Y/n off at home a few hours before school she closed the door behind her and just stood there for what felt like hours but was only a few minutes. Her eyes were glued to the floor, her mind filled with white noise. Alan had been waiting for her to get home and when she didn't come through the living room a bit after the door closed he decided to go to her. When he spotted her her expression looked almost exactly like it had years ago when she was a terrified little girl in front of his door, eyes watery with shadows of the past flickering in the e/c depths. This worried him because she wasn't one to be scared so easily. Something had to have happened that truly shook her.

She didn't seem to notice his presence, even when he was stood right in front of her. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders as if he was handling a scared animal, and by all rights, he was. Her eyes flicked up to his and she just stared at him for a moment. Then it seemed like the night's events finally caught up to her as her breath hitched and tears spilled down her cheeks.

She practically fell into him and he held her up, not asking any questions because right now, all she needed was to be comforted. He would get answers later when she calmed down and was finally able to tell him what happened without choking up. It was moments like those she was thankful that she had found Alan and had been taken in by him and she would always be grateful for it.

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hedwig394 · 28 days

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I'm Not Yours

Derek Hale x Sarah McCall

Timeline: In S2E4, when Derek is training his betas, one of them tries to kiss him.

Derek's POV -

Isaac barrels towards me with a vicious look on his face. I stare at him, unfazed. Like that can scare me. He leaps at me but I push him out of the way effortlessly. Sure, the momentum makes it difficult, but not difficult enough.

Erica jumps at me from above and I toss her to the ground. She's no better. In fact, she's worse. Isaac at least has the mind to know that he isn't the best, but Erica is full of overconfidence. It's going to get her in trouble someday.

Boyd looks at from above, and cringes as both the betas fall to the ground. I know their bones are broken, they must be. Guilt creeps up my spine, but I shove it down. If I'm to teach them how to protect themselves, then they must sustain a few injuries.

"Does anyone wanna try not being completely predictable?" I ask with a frown.

It is then that Erica jumps at me. But she doesn't try to attack. Instead, she wraps her legs around my waist and presses her lips to mine. Eyes widening in shock, I push her away immediately.

"Don't ever do that again," I say, fury churning through my body. My eyes flash red and I see fear in hers, but I don't care.

I don't want to be kissed by anyone who isn't Sarah.

"Why?" She asks, scared, "Because I'm a Beta?"

"No." I say, "Because I'm Not Yours." I make sure to wipe my lips, just in case her lipstick has left a mark.

Isaac groans from beside her, uninterested in what just happened. "Are we done? I got about a hundred bones that need a few hours to heal."

I bend down in front of him and break his finger, "A hundred and one."

Isaac looks at me in shock and pain, and I hiss at him. "You think I'm teaching you to fight? Huh? Look at me! I'm teaching you how to survive! So if you don't wanna die, I suggest you take this seriously."

I stalk away from them and rush to my loft after putting my jacket on. I had promised to meet Sarah there, and I don't wanna be late. I don't want to miss even a single minute I have with her. Her brother thinks that it's just him who has to do a lot just to see his girlfriend, but he's wrong.

I have to do twice as much just to catch a glimpse of Sarah.

She waits at me at the loft, her long hair flowing behind her because of the wind.

"Angel..." I say. It's one of the few nicknames I have for her, another main one being 'honey'. She turns around and looks at me. Joy fills her eyes and she rushes towards me, throwing her arms around me. She doesn't care that I smell like tar and dirt, doesn't care that the dirt is all over my clothes and face.

I wrap my arms around her, breathing in the scent of her sweet-smelling hair. I kiss her cheek and all the emotions I've bottled down almost spill out. No, I can't let that happen. I have to stay strong for her.

She steps back and looks at me with tearful eyes. I pull her towards me and kiss her deeply, savouring the flavour and taste of her soft lips. She opens her mouth and I slip my tongue inside, exploring her mouth. She tastes like the sweet fruit at the end of countless hardships.

Sarah tastes like mine. There's not a lot I can call mine, but Sarah is mine. And I'll be damned to let anyone hurt her or take her away from me.

And the moan she gives makes me wanna carry her inside and show her just that.

But I have to keep the lust in control since I'd rather talk to her and hold her in my arms in those few stolen moments we have together than have sex with her.

I draw my head to let her catch her breath. I can go on for longer, werewolf lungs and all. But she's human. My human.

I caress her cheek gently and press a kiss to her forehead. "I've missed you, my Angel."

"I've missed you too, Sourwolf." She sniffs.

"Come on," I say, "Let's go inside."

She slips her hand in mine and we walk inside the loft. Sarah beams at the simple arrangement of the place and looks at me. "I've missed coming here."

"I know, I'm sorry," I say ruefully. The loft has not been the same without her. After we got together officially, Sarah used to hang out at the loft frequently. At one point, she was living with me. Those were the best days of my life. Just being with her, inside her and spending time in her presence gave me more happiness than anything else.

But then Gerard Argent showed up along with his pack of Hunters. I turned Isaac and Erica, and Sarah's brother started to hate me. I don't care, Scott's a child. He'll understand the ways of the world after growing up.

But unknowingly, that caused a rift between me and Sarah. It was too unsafe for her to be with me, with hunters prowling around and an unknown beast to add to the list. I know how low Gerard can sink, he can threaten and hurt Sarah just to get to me.

I once had a thought of breaking up with her for her own safety, but she had said to me "I'll carve your heart out with a scalpel and keep it as a prized possession if you ever do that." And that had led to a passionate make-out session.

"Derek..." Sarah's voice makes me look at her. But she isn't looking at me, she's staring at my jacket. "Why do you smell like women's perfume?"

Aah, that is Erica's fault. "Oh, it's nothing. I was going to tell you." I begin casually, but she looks anything but casual. Sarah's glaring at me like she never has before, and I gulp. "Angel, believe me, it's not what you think."

"Then what is it?" She hisses viciously, and at that moment, I can't help but admire how strong and confident she looks.

Right, back to the point.

I explain everything to her, starting from training to the point where Erica kissed me, and at the end, Sarah looks like she could commit first-degree murder. "I pushed her away immediately," I say, desperation clawing at my insides. Will she believe me?

Sarah glares at me. Then, she looks at her feet with a sigh. "Do you like her, Derek?"

"No!" I exclaim, aghast. "Honey, she's my beta, and she's also underage. I don't like her. I don't like anyone but you."

She doesn't look at me. "It's fine, Derek. If you don't like me anymore. I get it. It's been a hard couple of months. And I understand if you wanna be with me. Maybe a werewolf will be better for you."

"Sarah," I ball my hand into a fist. "Look at me."

She doesn't budge, and I gently lift her chin up. Her warm, chocolate eyes meet my werewolf red. She looks a bit frightened, and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her hard against me.

"Look at me, Angel." I growl, "You're the only one I like, the only one I want. So don't even think for a second that I'll look at anyone else the way I look at you."

"I'm sorry," She says and my eyes go back to the usual green. "It's been so hard recently, so I thought that you'd give up and...." She looks at me worriedly, "Start looking for someone else."

"Sarah," I say calmly, "It's been very hard, yes. But I'm not giving up on you. On us. It's you for me, Angel."

Sarah gives me a shaky smile, and I continue, "And as for Erica, I pushed her away immediately and warned her to not do that again. You know why?"

She looks at me expectantly and I kiss her softly. "Because I'm not hers, Angel. I'm yours."

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maarriiii · 1 year

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Teen Wolf Masterlist

Isaac Lahey

The Best Fight

You Sound Really Great

Get Away From My Cousin

Here Goes Nothing

Ms. Grumpy

Too Little, Too Late

The Wingwoman

Derek Hale

Soon

Stiles Stilinski

Keep An Extra Eye

Cute

#masterlist #teen wolf #isaac lahey #derek hale #stiles stilinski #isaac lahey x reader #derek hale x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #isaac lahey x female!reader #derek hale x female!reader #stiles stilinski x female!reader

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here-to-read-and-write · 1 year

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(Teen Wolf x reader)

summary: You wanted a normal life, this isn't normal.

warning: reaincarnation, death, mention of death, overpowered reader, mentien of yn, no name to the reader, maybe poly relationshipes, blood.werewolf. some Angst. Futur Spoliers, for both the series and movie. Some changes in the story. First time writting about teen wolf, some characters are out of character

Chapter 1: Not so broken promise.

_You promised!

You looked at God, for the first time since you had become his messager to the "New world". No, not like the old one, where you used to live, a new earth. An earth that hasn't been destroyed by humans, not yet at least.

You were to protect his favorite beens the humans, from all the other creatures that lived inside and outside the planet. That humans didn't known about, and shouldn't know, no matter the consequences, in exchange he would give you a normal life, somewhere in another dimension.

You didn't care where to go, you just wanted a life,no fighting, a life where you can be selfish. Where you can buy a cottage near the ocean or forest, and maybe start a family, adopt a kid or two. You don't want to get marry so adoption was you solition.

_I know, I know...but..

His voice was inside your head, and you didn't know if it was a female or male. All you you could get from it, was how tired it was.

_but what?

You were tired too, but did you stop, NO, you fought for centuries until the humanity was able to protect itself, and he rewarded by trapping you inside a cube, a fucking cube....You know now how Morpheus felt like.

_but you are my best soldier!

The earth benith you start shaking, and you knew he stood up, or maybe just his hands that moved in frustration.It would have scared you, and it should had,if you weren't blinded by rage.

_I never signed up for this!

True you never signed for any of this, one day you just woke up, and boom you become God's soldier. Three years later he come and ask you to do the dirty job, killing and turtoring. The first time you engaged in a fight, you come back bruised and at the verge of death, and the more and more you continue, the more powerfull you become , making you lean more into your sadistic part, and that when God come again, and offored something you had were greedy for.

Money.

It started with money, and when you were bored of. He offered to give you a family,and the more time past the more you start craving something normal, and God given it to you, except peace, that was the only thing God couldn't give you. The peace to wake up and not have to fight, and you should have known better than to beleive him, when he promised to let you go, once the humans are able to protect themselves.

The power you hold was immense and unbreakbale but to God, it was nothing.

He could have taken it anytime he wanted,so Haven't he?

You shacked you head disapointed, and soon as you meet his "eyes" you found youself doubting him more and more.

Was the devil right, when he said that God was not what you were seeing. At that time, you called him liar, because at that time centuries had passed, and God, who you saw as a friend was the only thing that didn't leave, die, or change.

Now you found yourself, believing the devil over your "friend". Maybe you should have listened to him, and killed yourself. Instead of getting your heart broken, so loudly, that all heaven could hear it. Just like how they can hear him break his promise.

A loud sigh could be here. Before thunder and storm start to pick up.

_FINE!

He screamed, waving his hand encouraging the storm to get stronger, and if it wasn't for your power, you would have been flying like the little angels...poor them.

Seconds passed, and you closed you eyes waiting for punishment for standing against God. No one defien him, no one dared to, and you just did.

Once the storm calmed, you opened your eyes to find yourself, in the middle of a living room. Your dream living room.

Your face light up, as a smile starr to grow more and more, to a point where you face start to hurt, but you couldn't help it.

Jumping around you inspeckted every peace of the room, before running like a headless chiken to see the other room.

There was one kitchen, six bedroom, and each had it own bathroom and balcony. A garden with it door open to the kitchen.

OMG You were jumping around, shringing.

THIS WAS YOUR DREAM HOUSE!

And it was no longer a wish or a dream!

You couldn't beleive it.

_Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You kept screaming, thanking God, for keeping his promise.

Maybe he really wasn't a liar, after all!

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kingstonromcom · 10 months

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PLS VOTE IM SO INDECISIVE

#miles morales x male reader #male reader #x reader #sabrina spellman #sabrina spellman x reader #female reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski x male reader #teen wolf #caos #itsv 2 #spiderverse itsv

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the-slytherin-writer-12 · 1 year

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Ok ok I realize I have been very inactive lately. I’ve just been having so really bad personal struggles. But, if requests were to come in, I will do my best to write them. I can’t guarantee that they would get done right away, but they will eventually. I also can’t guarantee that they will be long. More than likely, they will be blunts and/or dialogues.

So with that being said, requests are open.

*female readers only please!*

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ashes-writing · 1 year

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l e a v e s | teen wolf ; s.stilinski

** all images made by me. prompt credits go to the makers of the lists I used which can be found[ here ] [here] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [here] [here]and [here] - a huge thanks to all the wicked talented creators of these prompt lists. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 - 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜

↪ summary

--- playing in the leaves with your best guy friend Stiles leads to a cute lil kiss.

↪ pairing / fandom

--- fem!reader x Stiles Stilinski - Teen Wolf.

↪ warnings

--- tooth rotting fluff. a whole lot of mutual pining that's just kinda built up over the years, tickling, touching, one swear word?

↪ taglist, babes

--- my taglist is [here] if you'd like to be on it. huge hug to my bestie @tbmunson because i love her and we needed this, bestie.

He can feel you staring. He looks up from the book balanced on his lap and you look down, you pretend to be looking at something on your phone screen. The second you feel him look away, you’re back at it, studying him intently. It’s a bitter pill, being hopelessly in love with your best friend. Especially knowing that he openly has a crush on Lydia Martin, Beacon Hills High’s ‘it girl’. The thought has you sighing to yourself and you pull yourself up off the front steps of the school, stretching.

The noise has Stiles stopping to look up at you. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm.” you answer as your eyes dart around campus and settle on a smaller pile of freshly raked leaves, vivid shades of orange and red and yellow. You hug yourself just a little and Stiles clears his throat. “If you’re cold, take my jacket.”

“Stiles, no.” you insist. “You need it.”

The guy that’s been hitting on you at every turn as of late walks past the two of you and when he calls out to you about the pep rally later, you smile and laugh and twist the end of your ponytail around your finger but as soon as the guy is gone, you’re grumbling to yourself quietly and rolling your eyes. This makes Stiles laugh to himself as he closes the book and stares up at you while you’re too distracted to notice.

The wind blows your hair away from your face for just a split second and it’s long enough to see that you’ve got a maroon 24 painted on one of your cheeks, his last name painted below one of your eyes really small. His breath hangs in his throat and he’s frantically trying to tell himself that you’ve just started doing this because he’s your best friend. And secretly, it gives him a little thrill on game days to see it.

Scott keeps insisting that you’re not just doing it because Stiles happens to be your best guy friend and he uses the argument that if this were true, you’d paint both their numbers on your cheeks. Stiles disagrees every time, but the fact remains… He’s got a huge crush on you and he’s had it for a while now and the harder he tries to fight it, the harder it becomes to fight.

Stiles distraction is enough time for you to slip off and gather an armload of dry leaves from one of the piles the groundskeeper raked up earlier and stop behind him. You release your armload of leaves and Stiles grumbles, blowing at a yellow leaf as it hangs in some hair and dangles in his face.

“___?”

“Yeah?” you’re giving him the most innocent of smirks.

“Run.” Stiles mumbles quietly as he pulls himself up off the concrete stairs you were both sitting on, waiting for school to start for the day.

You take off at a wild run and Stiles is hot on your heels, catching up to you. You squeak in surprise when his arms wrap your middle and he’s scooped you up bridal style. “Stiles?”

He’s laughing too hard, smirking too much to answer. He’s running towards a giant pile of leaves over on the edge of the lawn and you’re squirming now, begging him to put you down dramatically. Pouting when he shakes his head no and laughs at your dramatic pleas. You’re tossed gently into the leaf pile and Stiles flings himself into it and manages to land right on top of you.

You whimper and you freeze below him as soon as the sound leaves your mouth. Stiles is laughing and he’s trying to tickle your sides. You’re squirming beneath him and trying to tickle him right back and the two of you are rolling around in the leaf pile now. “Your hands are cold, Stiles!” you shriek in laughter as his hand settles against the exposed side of your midriff where the cheer uniform’s top is cut out. You’re trying to wiggle away from his fingers and tickle him at the same time and he’s laughing, trying to dodge your fingers and duck out of your way, settling himself down onto you just a little more as he tries not to think about the way he’s hard enough to break between all of the touching and tickling and the way you feel pinned below him.

And then you’re both frozen. Staring. Stiles hips are pinning you against the ground and one of his hands finds yours, capturing it above your head and holding onto it so that you can’t let go. Not that you’re going to try and do that, but if you wanted to, you couldn’t. You can hear your heart pounding away in your ears and you’ll go to your grave swearing that when he starts to lean down and press himself into you even more, you can feel it skip a beat or two as your tummy flutters. “Stiles?” you mumble in a daze as his face gets closer to your own. He bites his lip and he stares into your eyes, distracted. His other hand’s clutching your hip as if he wants to hold you in place beneath him. His breath hangs in his throat at least three times and his heart is pounding, it’s almost hard enough the guy feels dizzy.

He’s wanted to kiss you since at least 8th grade and he can’t… The harder he keeps fighting it, the worse it is for him.

So right now, he’s not thinking about anything but kissing you. He’s laser-focused on doing that.

He refuses to let himself back out for a thousandth time. Because he’s been dangerously close to kissing you before but he’s either backed out at the last second or someone’s walked in on you both or there was some other interruption.

“Yeah?” he responds quietly, his heart beating even louder now, pounding in his eardrums. You’re giddy, this is something you’ve wanted to happen for a while now. By the time your noses bump together and you both pull away to laugh, you’ve come to the conclusion that if he’s going to kiss you, you’re going to kiss him back.

“Want..” you gasp out against rough lips as they brush against your own and he groans, the sound is soft and it’s quiet. Quiet enough that at first, you don’t really register that he’s done it. He’s pressing his full weight into you right now and it’s everything you ever imagined. Beyond that. More than. You raise a hand and pluck an orange leaf out of his hair, “Want you to kiss me.”

“Fuck.” Stiles mumbles to himself in awe as his mouth settles against yours clumsily, his tongue pushing between pillowy pink lips to drag over your own. He’s squeezing your hips and you’ve tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging at it to pull his mouth deeper into your own. The kiss breaks and his forehead settles against your forehead and you’re just about to go for it and kiss him again when one of the teachers, Mrs. Hewitt, she comes out of the main building and happens to spot the two of you and you both know you’re in for a lecture when she calls your names in a sharp tone.

“Mr. Stilinski! Mrs. ___! Come with me, right now.”

The two of you share a sheepish and shocked look and sit up, untangling your bodies. There’s a red leaf stuck to your bangs and Stiles reaches out, plucking it free. “You uh.. A leaf in your hair.” he mutters in a daze as he tries to wrap his head around the fact that he’s finally kissed you while also trying to stop himself from just going for it, kissing you again. He pulls himself up off the ground first and holds out a hand. You reach up to take his hand and let him pull you off the ground and when he pulls, it catapults you against him and you’re struck by a giggle fit, resting your forehead against the center of his chest. “We’re in for it now, hm?” you ask the question but it’s muffled by the fabric covering his upper body. Stiles chuckles quietly. “Mhm.”

“Both of you, come along now!” the teacher calls out and Stiles shoots the elderly woman a glare. “We’re coming, sheesh!”

“We’ll be right there, Mrs.Hewitt, I promise.” you call out sheepishly.

As the two of you make your way past, Scott McCall grins to himself and shakes his head. “Finally.” he mumbles, “It’s about damn time, Stilinski.”

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski imagine #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski x fem!reader #<- safe for everyone. a general tag for all my safe to read works.#-> female reader [ female parts + cheerleading uniform ]#<- fall into fall 22 writing

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strangerquinns · 2 years

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Can I please have a Stiles smut with a MAJOR praise kink where the reader rides his thigh while he makes her suck his fingers? Thank you so much ily 💖

Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader

warnings: 18+ for sexual situations, praise kink + language

You whimpered softly as you gripped tightly to his wrist, grinding down against him more.

The feeling of his leg hairs rubbing sweetly against your clit was making your stomach tighten slightly. Stiles looked down and watched you seeing the slick you were leaving behind on his thigh, feeling his cock twitch and harden at the sight. His cock was leaking precum across his waist, begging to be deep inside of you.

But seeing the mess you were turning yourself into was nearly just as blissful.

"That's it, pretty girl," Stiles spoke, looking back into your eyes, seeing the hooded look. He thrust his fingers into your mouth more as you hummed around them.

"...ugh...Stiles..." You whimpered as he slowly pulled his fingers from your mouth. "I-I'm...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum..."

Stiles grabbed your hips to guide you more against his thigh loving how your little moans and mewls grew louder. He could feel your sweet pussy pulsing against his thigh. You grabbed tightly to his wrist as your hips began to move against him faster, shuddering slightly as you came hard against his thigh.

"Yes, good girl," Stiles smirked as he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head. "Fucking cum all over me...mmm."

Stiles wrapped his arm around your thigh and moved to lay you out across his bed, moving quickly to dip his head down between your legs. You were still cumming when his mouth worked against your wet pussy. You screamed his name and reached down to grip tightly to his hair as his tongue worked against your slit. It wasn't long till he made you cum again as he tasted your sensitive, wet cunt.

"N-No...no more...please.." You stuttered out as your body shook a little, coming down from your second orgasm.

Stiles hummed as he pulled away, licking your arousal from his bottom lip as he pulled back from between your legs. "You have the sweetest fucking pussy, angel, I swear."

You couldn't even think, just whimpered softly as you felt him kiss up your body slowly. Stiles was soon hovering over you, a slight smile on his face, as he stared down at you. His lips pressed along the underside of your jaw before soon he was lightly kissing your lips. You blinked your eyes open slowly and stared up at him.

"Hey," Stiles smirked,

"Hi." You spoke softly, shifting under him slightly and moaning as you felt his hard cock against your pussy. "Mmmm...hello..."

You moved a hand down between the two of you and gently wrapped your hand around him, stroking him slowly before laying him perfectly against your slit. You watched as his eyes closed, moaning as he felt you wet and slick against him. Gently you rocked your hips up to meet with his.

"Oh fuck..." Stiles moaned. "Just like that...just like that, good girl...oh, make me cum...make me cum for you baby..."

Stiles started to move against you love the feeling of your pussy wet against him. It didn't take long till quickly Stiles started to lose control of himself, grinding his hips harder against you, before moaning your name. Between the two of you, you could feel his cum spread across your lower stomach.

"Holy fucking...shit..." Stiles panted, resting against you. You didn't care, you like feeling his weight against you.

#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski x female reader #stiles stilinski x you #stiles stilinski x y/n #stiles stilinski fic #stiles stilinski fanfic #stiles stilinski fanfiction #stiles stilinski imagine #dylan obrien x reader #dylan obrien x female reader #dylan obrien x you #dylan obrien x y/n #dylan obrien fic #dylan obrien fanfic #dylan obrien fanfiction #dylan obrien imagine

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darkdaries · 2 years

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"Celestine"

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cracked-pean · 2 years

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Truth

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Female!Reader

Word Count: 813

Warnings: Nothing major just slight angst

A/N: It's been awhile but please enjoy this little thing I wrote.

"Derek, what's going on?" [Y/N] asked, her voice laced in worry and confusion.

The preserve was too quiet for it to be normal. No critters were heard up in the trees or down on the ground. Nocturnal insects had decided not to let themselves be heard.

Something was definitely wrong.

"Derek, we need to leave. She can't see this. It's not fair for her to find out about everything like this," Stiles explained.

Then, somewhere off to the left, deep in the forest was a noise. They all snapped their heads in the same direction. It sounded like an animal running away. Or running towards them. The boys instantly took on a high alert stance. Stiles looked over at the taller man and noticed his eyes glowing and locked on the culprit in the distance that only he could see.

"What was that?" [Y/N] asked inching closer to Derek.

She turned to look at him only to see his back facing her and his head leaned down.

"Derek?"

"[Y/N], you need to leave. It's not safe." His voice came out hoarse and with a slight lisp this time.

Stiles knowing well what was going on, gently but hurriedly tried to get the girl away from him and out of the situation they were in.

"C'mon [Y/N] we need to leave. Now." He urged.

"No," She tugged her arm out of his reach.

She knew she was being unreasonable but she had been lost throughout this whole thing. She needed some sort of explanation. Even if it was brief, at least it would help her understand what was going on.

[Y/N] reached out a hand to Derek's shoulder. But that was a mistake.

Before she could touch him, he swiftly turned back to her causing her to jump back in surprise.

"Now [Y/N]!"

But she stepped back even further away from him, her hand cupping her mouth. It had been dark by now, the moon out high in the sky, but the moonlight was bright enough for her to see his face clear as day.

Derek's face had changed in a mere matter of minutes. Which shouldn't have been humanly possible. Nothing had caused it to change. She was right there. She was standing right next to him.

His eyebrows had disappeared but had become more prominent and scrunched down. His ears had grown and become pointed. He had hair grown along the sides of his jaw and face, making him have lengthy sideburnes that slightly stuck out like whiskers. His bunny like smile was replaced by sharp canines. But his eyes were what completed the whole transformation. They weren't his familiar, warm green/hazel color anymore. No. They were glowing blood red.

And they were aimed directly at her.

Derek took a step towards her but stopped as she shakingly took a few more back. Away from him.

He of course hadn't mentioned his life style to her before. He didn't know how to bring it up. He never had to before. His whole family were werewolves, they were born this way. He never had to tell his current pack because thanks to Stiles, he had figured it out and had told everyone else. It was different with Isaac, Erica and Boyd, because he had the intention of turning them.

But with [Y/N]. He just could never muster up the courage to explain it to her. Of course he wasn't going to tell her the first time meeting her. No, that was a dumb move. Derek needed to see how long their relationship would last first. If they actually liked each other to pursue what they had going on or if this was just a few hook-ups here and there. But here they both were. 7 months later and it was all real from both sides. They were together romantically and in it for the long haul.

But he still hadn't told her the truth about him.

Now, it was out in the open.

And here she was witnessing it all for the first time with no warning. She was trembling a little, a hand covering her mouth and her wide eyes looking straight at him.

A look of hurt flashed across Derek's face. But as quick as it came it went as well.

She was scared. She was scared of him and he couldn't do anything to calm her down and reassure her that everything would be ok.

He couldn't focus on her feelings right now. If there was a chance to talk to her after this whole ordeal was over he would explain everything to her. But right now he had to focus on getting both her and Stiles out of here.

"Stiles, get her out of here. Now. I'll buy you some time," he gave one last glance at [Y/N] and ran towards the direction the target was.

#x reader #teen wolf #reader #stiles stilinski #derek hale #derek hale x reader #truth #female!reader

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𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 : 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

Ch.01 ☽︎𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏☾︎

Ch.02 ☽︎𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒆☾︎

Ch.03 ☽︎𝑷𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚☾︎

Ch.04 ☽︎𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝑩𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒕☾︎

Ch.05 ☽︎𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍☾︎

Ch.06 ☽︎𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒐𝒓☾︎

Ch.07 ☽︎𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒍☾︎

Ch.08 ☽︎𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒄☾︎

Ch.09 ☽︎𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇'𝒔 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒆☾︎

Ch.10 ☽︎𝑪𝒐-𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏☾︎

Ch.11 ☽︎𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚☾︎

Ch.12 ☽︎𝑪𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓☾︎

Ch.13 ☽︎𝑶𝒎𝒆𝒈𝒂☾︎

Ch.14 ☽︎𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒅☾︎

Ch.15 ☽︎𝑰𝒄𝒆 𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒌☾︎

Ch.16 ☽︎𝑨𝒃𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏☾︎

Ch.17 ☽︎𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒔☾︎

Ch.18 ☽︎𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚☾︎

Ch.19 ☽︎𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕☾︎

Ch.20 ☽︎𝑹𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈☾︎

Ch.21 ☽︎𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝑮𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅☾︎

Ch.22 ☽︎𝑭𝒖𝒓𝒚☾︎

Ch.23 ☽︎𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅☾︎

Ch.24 ☽︎𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒏☾︎

Ch.25 ☽︎𝑻𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒐☾︎ (coming soon)

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babeyvenus · 1 year

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My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 56: Returns

Sam, Scott and Stiles stood outside the elder witch's house. Looking down at her phone, the bright white numbers stared back at her.

6:45pm.

She let out a sigh. The boys looked at her. "You ready?", Stiles asked. Sam gave a half shrug. "I'm about as ready as I can be.", she says and walks up to the porch with them.

Knocking on the door, she waits for her grandmother to open it. Sam's senses were aware and heightened. She could hear each of their heartbeats, hers pounding faster and louder than the others.

The paddling of footsteps towards the door before hearing the squeak of the old, rickety wooden door open, revealing the old woman.

"We need to talk.", Sam said. Anita said nothing and let the teens in, following them into the beige dining room. Sam walked over to the table with her friends before turning around to face her grandmother.

"What is it?", Anita asked. The boys frowned as they looked at the woman before glancing at their friend.

Sam swallowed. "We know it's you.", she says. "You're the shadow woman."

Anita slightly tilted her head as her granddaughter kept talking. "I just don't understand why. Why'd you give us help just to make us go in circles to find you?", Sam asked. She shook her head. "Why'd you kill so many people?"

Anita smiled. "I didn't kill anyone. I only fed and gave."

"Gave?", Stiles asked. "I only feed off of people's energies, but never to the point of death. Maybe sickness, but never death."

"But the book said–", Sam gets cut off as Anita frowns. "I know what the book said. I gave it to you. I'm the one who wrote it.", she says.

"So,why are you saving the bodies?", Scott asked. "Who are you giving the bodies to?"

Anita simply smiled. "My pets."

Sam frowned. "Pets? What pets?" The teens paused as a floating feeling of dread hovered over their beings.

"Anyone else getting the feeling that we should run?", Stiles muttered to his friends. Sam's eyes widened as she felt 7 presences behind her and her friends.

They turned around and her heart dropped at the first face. Scott and Stiles' face hardened as he saw the same familiar face that looked back at them with familiarity.

He looked different. Way different. Bigger, bulkier, paler. But the teens recognized his face.

The man smirked as he looked at Sam. "The little brat. How's it going?", he nodded and looked at Stiles. "The sheriff's nosy brat.", he muttered before looking at Scott. "I don't recognize this one."

Sam felt squeezed. She felt like everything was shutting down one after another. "Why… why is he here?", Sam asked her grandmother, not taking her eyes off of the man before her.

"He's one of my pets. They've come to feed.", Anita says.

Stiles turned to the woman. "Do you have any idea what this prick has done to your granddaughter?", he asked, pointing at the man.

Carl's face instantly drained of color. "Granddaughter?", he muttered. Stiles turned back to him. "Yeah, granddaughter?", he mocked.

Carl let out a nervous chuckle. "I was just messing around." His eyes shifted to Sam. "You know that, right?"

Sam shook her head. "You left me alone; beaten and broken because you couldn't understand no.", she whispered.

Anita's face hardened as she turned to the man. "What did you do?"

Stiles shook his head. "There shouldn't even be any questions. He shouldn't even be out. How did he get out?"

"I set him free to be my pet.", Anita admits, making the teens turn to her in shock. "You what…?", Sam asks, brokenly.

"He told me he was wronged. That he was an innocent man. He convinced me that he was innocent.", Anita grounded out.

"And you let yourself get tricked. 200+ years didn't give you the ability to detect lies?", Stiles pushed. Anita snapped at him. "Do not use that tone with me, boy."

She turned to Carl. "You. I gave you a chance. To admit your crimes, to prove to me that you were innocent or changed and I believed you."

"I-I didn't know that she was your granddaughter!", Carl exclaimed. Sam's head tilted, her eyes darkening. "So that makes it okay? You would've done this to another girl?"

Carl started to sweat as both witches glared at him, one more frightening than the other. Anita calmed down and looked at her granddaughter who stared at the man before her. The creepy members behind him dispersed, not wanting to be a part of what was going to happen.

"You should be in jail. Under the jail, preferably.", Sam expressed as she stepped up to the man. Scott felt the hairs on his neck rise. The atmosphere in the room changed completely and it shocked him with how drastic it shifted.

He hadn't been on the end of Sam's bloodlust, let alone witnessed her first bloodlust.

Was he like this for his first bloodlust? Menacing? Paralyzingly terrifying?

He and Stiles watched as her nails grew into claws. "Sam.", Scott called and Stiles immediately stopped him. He looked at Stiles with furrowed eyebrows. Stiles only returned the look, "This isn't your place to butt in."

"Stiles, if she kills him, it wouldn't be defense. It'd be revenge.", Scott said. "What you went through is understandable. He hasn't done anything yet."

Stiles' eyes narrowed at him as he tilted his head in bewilderment. "Yet?? Scott, he beat her till she couldn't breathe. I think this is long overdue.", he hissed.

As Carl stepped back, he watched as Sam's face phased into her first form. The dark dripping streaks rolled down her cheeks, her eyes glowing yellow.

"I don't have much to say to you.", Sam muttered as she forced him to pause in his steps. Carl shook his head. "I'm sorry.", he whimpers.

Sam said nothing more, swallowing the man in his own shadows that Sam absorbed.

She turned to the three behind her, her eyes peering at her grandmother. She knew. She knew how to be rid of her powers.

"You're no better.", Sam muttered. Anita's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"

"What the hell are your pets?", Sam asked. Anita frowned. "Strigoi."

"Stri-what?", Stiles asked. Sam frowned. "Strigoi.", she said, remembering a certain page she read. She doesn't know why that certain page caught her attention, but it did and now she knows why.

They're huge vampiric beasts. Pale, nasty beasts that feed better off weak people.

Sam pulled out her phone, calling her brother. Jayson immediately answered. "How's it going, Sammy?"

Sam glared at her grandmother. "I found out what the beast is. And there's more of them. Get over here.", she says, and hangs up.

Anita glared at the girl. "This has to stop. The feeding, the killing, intentional or not, it needs to stop.", Sam said.

"You say that after killing a man yourself.", Anita tells her. Sam's jaw clenched. "You do it for selfish reasons. Something as petty as to look younger. Me, however, I earned that right after the shit he put me through."

Sam's eyebrows raise. "This ends. Now."

Anita's eyes darken. Scott and Stiles' defenses rise as the creepy beings come back. They were innocent people, probably looking for an escape or a better life.

And now they were practically lifeless. Just puppets. Pets waiting for their next feed and they were possibly next.

Before anyone could make any moves, they heard multiple footsteps racing up to the front door and the rickety door busted open, instantly angering the old woman.

"I spent too many years in solitude. Too many years to be treated with such disrespect. And by my own grandchildren.", Anita sneered as she glared at Jayson and Sam.

The Wilson pack and the rest of the McCall pack came in and glanced at the older witch and younger werewitch.

The Wilson pack, being more surprised about Sam's look, stood aside watching the confrontation before Jayson steps up.

"You also spent a lot of years lying and killing. Wanna explain that?", Jayson asked.

Anita looked at her grandson. "I will not explain myself to an absentee brother.", she determined.

"No, but you will explain yourself to me and stop doing this. You're killing people. Innocent people.", Sam said. "Does your daughter even know about this?", Jax steps up.

Anita glowered at the man. "What she knows or doesn't isn't up to you.", she tells him. "So, you'll lie to her.", Sam says, stepping closer to her.

Anita turned to the girl, her head tilted in challenge. "You might want to remember how you got those powers. If it wasn't for me, you would have gotten a thing."

Sam looks at her pack before nodding at her grandmother. "You're right. But I would still have my friends.", she says, before shoving the older woman out of the house by her shadow.

The pale beasts behind her and the boys growl loudly, ready to charge only to be thrown out of the house as well.

Both packs rush out of the old house to see Anita levitating, her true form shadowing her body as more pale beasts growl at the packs below her.

"Well shit.", Sam and Jayson say simultaneously.

Jayson looks at his sister. "You got the old woman?"

Sam nods. "Just take them out.", she says. The Wilson pack takes off after the Strigoi before she looks at her own. "How the hell are we gonna take those things out?", Liam asks. "They're way bigger than berserkers."

Sam frowned. "There should be some garlic in the kitchen, I'm pretty sure she has some."

Stiles looks at her in disbelief. "Garlic? That's what we're going with?"

Sam turns to him. "The Strigoi are vampiric. Garlic or metal will do. Hell, even a cross. I don't suppose any of you have that on you?"

Everyone shakes their heads. "Okay, then. Everything's in the house. Find what you can and take them out.", Sam says.

"It's the only way this is gonna work. They won't go down unless you cut off their heads, and that obviously isn't going to go well, so," Sam gestures to the house and they nod.

Sam turns to the woman before her before stopping once she hears Derek. "Be careful.", he calls. She turns to him with a smile and a nod before floating over to her grandma.

"You took my powers before. In the basement. What for?", Sam asked.

Anita's darkened eyes followed the girl. "I just wanted to get a taste of your power. Your abilities."

She shakes her head, a wistful veil floating over her face. "There's still so much more you haven't unlocked. I want it all.", she says, making Sam frown.

"You're gonna have to kill me.", Sam declared. Anita smirked. "I was hoping you'd say that." Her eyes began to glow an electric blue and Sam's eyes brightened it's usual yellow color as she readied herself for an attack.

In the witch's house, the McCall pack tries their best to look for what they need. Scott finds a cupboard full of herbs and plants, similar to Deaton's.

Except they weren't carefully and alphabetically labeled like his. He indeed found bulbs of garlic and handed it to Stiles who found a silver pike. Liam reached for the pike, just to reel his hand back from the burning sensation.

"Why'd you think that was a good idea? You have your weapons.", Stiles told the younger boy.

"Give me that.", Derek took the bulbs of garlic, crushed them and rubbed what he could on his nails, encouraging Liam, Malia and Scott to do the same as he passed the crushed vegetable around.

Kira and Stiles readied up with their weapons before heading out of the house. Before they could step off the porch, they all ducked as Stiles' jeep flew their way only to stop as Sam held the car meters away from them.

She lowered the jeep down, much to Stiles' relief before she got slammed down to the ground. Sam turned over with a groan and got up, readying herself for another attack.

The McCall pack rushed off to help the Wilson pack, increasing their defenses and offenses.

Sam pulled out the Belladonna filled syringe, ready to take down Anita, but gets smacked away and the syringe lands into the grassy lawn. "Dammit!", she exclaims and avoids another hit.

She continued dodged her grandmother's pressuring attacks, groaning in annoyance as she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.

Evading another attack, she answered her phone. "Not the best time!"

"Sam, where have you been?", her mother answered, much to Sam's dread. "Uh… busy. Very busy. Not the best timing, ma!"

Sam's mother frowned. "Well where are you? You sound like you're running."

Sam dodged another attack. "Uh, something like that. Where are you?"

"I'm headed to your grandma's house, why?", she heard and her eyes widened as she looked around for the familiar car. "Bad idea! Very bad idea! Don't come here!", Sam replied.

"Why not?", Sam's mom asked. Sam gets knocked over by one of the Strigoi and she drops her phone. "Shit!"

She looks over her shoulder to see the same Strigoi standing over her before looking down at her pendant that brightened a lavender color, revealing her feline familiar that grew in sizes from the previous time she saw it.

The gigantic cat wrestled with the vampiric beast before Sam got up and fought back against her grandmother.

Wrapping a blackened whip around her grandmother, she slammed her down to the ground and looked around for her mother's car as she levitated in the air.

As Stiles and Kira finished off one Strigoi, Stiles turned around to see the old woman glaring at him.

"Shit.", Stiles muttered and pointed his pike at her as he backed away. It almost amused the woman.

Anita raised a hand, easily slipping Stiles' energy for herself. Sam looked down at the battlefield, her eyes quickly catching onto her grandmother's actions and dropped down in front of her best friend, replacing his position.

"Sam, no!", Stiles yells. Sam drops to a knee as she feels her powers leave her body. It was almost a relief. She felt lighter and lighter, but…

She turned to Stiles as best as she could, "Go help the pack.", she tells him. Stiles frowned as she completely dropped to her knees, now exhausted and drained.

Sam's vision blurs and spots as she weakly glared at Anita before passing out in the grass.

Stiles, distressed at the scene, steps back, glaring at the elder woman who seemed full of life and much more powerful now.

Anita's wide smile caught both packs' attention as the woman moved past her granddaughter to the rest that stared at her.

She only paused as she saw a car park on the road outside her property, watching as her daughter emerged from her car, witnessing the huge mess that used to be a clean lawn.

Denise's eyes spotted her own daughter, laying face down in the grass, unresponsive. She let out a sob, running over to her child and cradled her in her arms. She glared at her mother. "What did you do!?"

Anita turned to the woman. "You can't exactly blame me. You helped with this after all.", she told her. Denise's eyes widened.

"She only got her powers because you were so adamant about protecting her. Now look where that got you.", Anita said before turning back to the packs.

Denise looked down at her unconscious daughter before wrapping her arms tightly around her. Both packs glared at the older woman, each werewolf only hearing the slow, barely audible heartbeat of the Wilson girl.

Jayson growled at his grandmother, baring his fangs. Scott's eyes widened as he turned to his fallen packmate. Before he could make any moves, Anita proceeded to drain the packs of their energy as well.

Lydia tried to let out her screech which quickly shut down as she felt her chest tighten.

Under the pressuring weight of the woman's ability, Derek looked at Sam and a rumble erupted from his chest as he fought against the pressuring weight of Anita's powers.

Scott and Liam caught on, sensing the Hale's urge to howl.

Denise looked down at her daughter, her tears blurring her vision as she caressed the girl's face. "You have to get up. They need you.", she whispered.

She pressed her forehead against hers, sobbing, "Get up!"

The werewolves of the McCall pack let out the loudest combined howl they could, encouraging the Wilson pack to do the same, much to Anita's frustration.

The loud rumbles made Sam's eyes pop open, her own eyes illuminating a bright electric indigo color as she took in a big gasp.

She looked up at her mother, as she took in heavy breaths and looked at her grandmother who was quickly consuming her packs' energy and life force.

She got up, her face phased into her wolf form, her nails lengthened and dark. Anita turned to her, her own eyes widened as she took in her granddaughter's state.

Sam's chest rumbled with a growl before she lets out a roar of her own.

The older woman, caught off guard, drops her hold on the pack behind her and Stiles quickly grabs the syringe, standing up and rushing at Anita from behind and stabs the needle into her shoulder.

Sam rushed to her grandmother, and shoved her claw into the older woman's chest.

Anita gasped as her grasp on the packs released, letting everyone take in their own breaths and watch the scene.

"H-How…?", Anita croaked. "That's one thing that you never accounted for. I was already a werewolf.", Sam said, and felt herself become replenished with her renourished powers and more.

As she removed her hand, her eyes dimmed down to their brown color as she stepped away from the unconscious old woman. She looked at her hands before looking at her pack.

They got up the best they could and smiled at her. "It's done?", Stiles asked.

Sam nodded. "We're done."

She looked at her grandmother who seemed no older than 50, which was bullshit to Sam but it was whatever. She was stopped.

The Strigoi were dispersed to ashes and all that was left was getting her grandmother arrested.

The night seemed to linger as the Wilson family returned to their residence.

"That's what you meant by werewitch.", Jayson said as he sat with his sister at the dining table. He shook his head in disbelief. "Who… who came up with that name?"

Sam smiled. "Stiles." Jayson nodded. He couldn't deny, in a way he envied the boy. He was here to see all the things Sam had gone through and stayed by her side through it all when Jayson couldn't.

It was admirable, but still enviable.

"And the cat?", Jayson asked, watching the now normal house cat-sized feline walk around the living room floor.

"Apparently, she's my new familiar. Found me in the alley after I left the basement.", Sam explained. Jayson nodded. There was still so much he didn't understand, but he was getting there.

He turned to his mother. "So, what's gonna happen to the shop?", he asked. "Well, the sheriff is going to give it to me. He felt as if I deserve to keep it after everything that's happened. It was practically mine anyway.", Denise replied.

"And grandma?", he asked. "Eichen House.", Sam replied, getting up from the dining table.

"She can't use much of her powers there considering there's an ass-gallon worth of mountain ash around the place.", Sam muttered.

"Well, good. She doesn't need to be getting out any time soon.", Jayson says, getting up as well.

"You're already heading out?", Denise asked him. Jayson smiled at his mother. "Yeah, gotta go back in a few. Can't keep staying at that factory. It's not good for Faith."

Sam frowned at him. "I'm fine." Jayson shook his head and chuckled as he pulled out his phone, revealing a picture of a toddler. It was a beautiful baby girl.

"That's Faith.", Jayson said, making Sam look at the picture and at her brother in shock. "I'm… I'm an aunt…?", she whispered, her eyes glossing over.

Jayson nodded. Sam looked back at the picture, her eyes prickling with tears. "You named her after me?"

Jayson smiled softly. "I told you I missed you. I never would've left you if I'd known this was how this was gonna turn out. There wasn't a day I didn't miss you."

Silent tears dripped down the girl's face as she stared at the picture with a watery smile. "She's beautiful."

Jayson's smile grew. "I want you guys to meet her.", he says, looking at his mom. Denise could only reply with a watery smile and a nod.

Sam handed the man's phone back and gave him a hug. "Thanks for coming back, Jay."

Jayson's eyes widened a bit, his own glossing over as he finally received a hug and returned it back with a tighter one, lifting his sister from the floor as he let out a shaky breath.

"Thanks for giving me a chance.", he whispered.

The night ended with Sam finally having a proper shower and returning to her room to see Derek sitting at her desk, reading one of her notebooks.

He looked up as she stared at him with a smile. "Hey."

She walked closer to him. "Hey.", she responds, finally rushing to give him a hug. He accepted the hug, his own just as tight.

"You okay?", Derek asked. She looked up at him and nodded. "How're you feeling?", Sam asked.

His lips quirked into a small smile. "I'll live.", he promised. She accepted that.

"Just came to check up on you before I leave.", Derek said quietly. Sam frowned a bit. "You're leaving already?"

He nodded, avoiding her eyes. She couldn't blame him. She figured it was too good to be true just to have him here forever.

He had unfinished business somewhere. It wasn't her place to keep him tied down to a place when she, herself, had unfinished business. That unfinished business being school.

"You're gonna come back, aren't you?", Sam asked softly. Derek looked at her and pulled her into his lap. "I will."

Sam relaxed and smiled a bit. "Then, I'm not worried when that will be. As long as you come back." Derek caressed her cheek, his own small smile appearing.

"I'll come back.", he said, quietly and placed a kiss on her forehead before moving on to her once cut eyelid to her plump cheeks. He paused at her lips, hearing her pumping heartbeat that amused him.

She was easy to rile up and it was satisfying that she was reactive to him. Sam brushed her nose to his. "Please come back soon.", she softly pleaded.

"I will.", he promised, finally capturing her lips in a heated kiss.

After Derek and Sam spent their remaining time together talking, Derek had comfortably fell asleep and Sam ended up talking to Stiles about the rest of the night afterward.

"I'm actually an aunt.", she says, still astonished. Stiles chuckled on the other side. "Congrats, Sammy. Now, we can actually move on with our school lives."

Sam scoffed with a smile. "Are you really that excited to graduate?"

"Of course not. Is that even a real question?", Stiles asked, making her laugh. "Yeah, me neither.", she says and sighs. "Get some sleep, Sti."

"You too. You deserve it.", Stiles responds and ends the call with a good night. Sam dropped her phone from her ear and looked at Stiles' contact picture and smiled.

She owed him so much. She couldn't imagine what it would've been like without him.

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