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thesewordsareallihavetogive · 2 years

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Real Is The Love - Chapter 12 (Isaac Lahey x Reader)

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Summary: Isaac, well past his supernatural teenage troubles has settled down with his girlfriend, y/n. They're both advancing in their careers when a surprise pregnancy throws them for a loop. The next several months are filled with lots of laughs, love, odd cravings, and a few tears. As always, peace only lasts for so long in Beacon Hills...

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: pregnancy, violence, cursing

a/n: hiii! the bitch is back writing lauren is back from the dead & might be here to stay for the summer :)

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Dark is the night when you're feeling all alone

Weak is the light when you're feeling far from home

February

“Kira is walking out of the office now, heading to y/n’s car” Scott spoke, relaying the info to Isaac and Malia, who sat in a separate car further down the road. Isaac watched the scene unfold with an ice-cold glare. If looks could kill, he’d be charged with murder.

The plan was devised last night at a hastily called pack meeting. Scott, Kira, Malia, Liam, Mason, and Corey all but descended upon Isaac and y/n’s apartment, everyone arriving within 20 minutes of receiving the SOS text. Like, a real SOS this time. Once Stiles and Lydia were on facetime, y/n told the pack about the SUV that had been following her. Within 10 minutes, Stiles had pulled up the security camera footage from the past 72 hours at both y/n’s office and the grocery store she regularly visited. No one asked him just how he got the footage so quickly, but after receiving a few blank stares Stiles simply muttered, “I know a guy,” with his eyes still trained intensely on his computer screen.

The security tapes turned out to be a dead end. The SUV’s license plate was fake and wasn’t recognized in any federal or state databases, so the pack was back to square one. It was decided that y/n would start maternity leave early and move to a safe house while Kira posed as y/n in an attempt to draw out the stalkers, much to y/n’s dismay.

Lydia caught the last flight of the night from D.C. to California and met y/n, Corey, and Mason at the safe house in the wee hours of the morning while the rest of the pack carried out their respective roles of the plan (read: recon mission). Kira got dressed at y/n and Isaac’s apartment, disguising herself as her heavily pregnant friend, the look complete with a fake baby bump, some of y/n’s work clothes, a wig, and sunglasses. Scott and Liam spent the night at the apartment as well, in case anyone tried to ambush the apartment overnight. It was a sleepless night for everyone, including y/n, despite her best efforts. She knew her stress was bad for the baby, but her fears were rattling her to her core and weren’t showing signs of letting up anytime soon.

Scott and Liam drove a rental car, leaving the apartment complex shortly after Kira drove y/n’s car to the law office she worked at. Halfway to the office, the same black SUV from the security tapes pulled out from a partially hidden dirt road, unknowingly sandwiching itself between Kira, Scott, and Liam. Kira audibly gasped over the coms, but she kept her focus and pulled into y/n’s designated parking spot. Scott and Liam positioned themselves in the adjacent parking lot, just out of the black SUV’s sight line. Isaac and Malia, in their own rental car (“Neither of your sports cars are discreet!” Lydia argued over the phone last night), backed into the thick brush and overgrowth alongside the road Kira planned to drive down when y/n was scheduled to go on her lunch break.

Hours felt like days as the pack waited until Kira was scheduled to leave the office. The tension in each car could be sliced with a knife. For the most part, things were quiet. Silent even, save for the rustling of papers from Kira’s com mic as she packed up some files for y/n and the aggressive taps as Isaac texted y/n for updates.

10:13 a.m. How are you doing, babe? How’s bean? Do you feel okay? – Isaac

10:14 a.m. We’re fine. Just like I said ten minutes ago. and 20 minutes ago. and 30 minutes ago. – y/n

10:15 a.m. I just need to know that you’re safe. – Isaac

y/n knew it was coming from a place of love and concern, but her patience was wearing thin.

When noon finally rolled around, Kira practiced her near-perfect third-trimester waddle out to y/n’s car and confirmed the route over the coms. The plan was for Kira to take a scenic route to no destination in particular. The road she eventually pulled onto saw enough traffic that it wouldn’t seem strange for two cars to be following after the black SUV from a short distance but was quiet enough that a mild vehicular ambush wouldn’t be noticed.

Once they reached a particularly deserted strip of the road, Scott gave the signal. Go.

The gas pedal met the floor as Isaac accelerated, boxing the SUV in on the left side while Scott sped up to box the SUV in from behind. The black car sped up along with them, forcing Kira to accelerate and creating a cataclysmic chain reaction leading to the four cars barreling down the small background at almost 90 miles an hour.

The crackling of the coms could still be heard over the roar of engines when Isaac gave the second signal, his voice seeping through as a low growl. Now.

On cue, Isaac dropped back just as Scott accelerated and clipped the rear right corner of the black SUV, causing it to spin out quickly into an unfinished demolition site along the right side of the road, fractions of a second after Kira sped out of the way. While the driver of the SUV was still disoriented from the violent spin, Kira, Scott, and Isaac rushed to corner the black car against a crumbling concrete wall.

Once the dust settled, Malia let out a humorless laugh as the silhouette of airbags could be seen through the windshield of the SUV. Isaac was the first person to approach, rather, charge at the immobilized car. Before he could get there, a slightly disoriented Chris Argent stepped out with his hands up in surrender. The shock of seeing Argent stopped everyone in their tracks, including Isaac.

“Chris? What the fuck are you doing here?” shouted Isaac, stalking towards the man who took him in during his move to France. Malia and Liam stood back, muttering to each other as they watched the scene unfold, while Scott cautiously moved with Isaac.

“What am I doing here? Why did you run my car off the road?” Chris panted, hands on his knees as he regained his breath.

“Why were you following y/n?” Scott butted in as a poor attempt to diffuse the situation. Each man had their chest puffed out, like another alpha male showdown that was all too common with this bunch. Chris sighed, rubbing a hand over his tired face before addressing Scott and Isaac directly.

“We’re not going to get anywhere if we answer each other’s questions with more questions.” The air was still tense and Isaac’s stare only grew sharper by the second. Deadly, even. His body was still, though there was a rage vibrating beneath the surface. A rage Chris knew all too well. With another heavy sigh, Chris spoke again.

“Morrell asked me to keep an eye on y/n today. Said you guys were worried about her safety.”

“Morrell? Marin Morrell? Why the hell would she be concerned about us? We haven’t spoken to her in years.” Chris didn’t miss the way that Isaac said us when he spoke about y/n. If his car wasn’t nearly totaled and he wasn’t surrounded by werewolves and inadequately armed, he might’ve pulled a small smile at the love Isaac clearly felt for y/n.

“She said that-,” Chris began to explain again before his face fell and he realized the disconnect. The pack had no idea that Morrell had been ‘watching out for them’, nor that she had asked Chris to help with surveillance. “...shit.”

y/n, Lydia, Mason, and Corey had been camped out at the safehouse all morning. Everything was going smoothly, save for y/n’s freshly chewed-off fingernails; the security system was triple checked, no alarms were tripped, and the four were in near-constant communication with the rest of the pack. Until about noon, that is. They’d reviewed the plan half a dozen times this morning. It was simple, really, save for the fact that they’d be flying by the seat of their pants after immobilizing the black SUV.

y/n was spaced out and stressed at the same time as she laid on the couch with her head in Lydia’s lap. Possible outcomes and probabilities ran through the red head’s mind while her fingers gently moved across y/n’s scalp, unsuccessfully attempting to alleviate her stress. Mason and Corey were so focused on the card game they’d brought along to pass the time that they almost didn’t notice the small red flashing light from the security system control panel. Almost.

“Guys, we got a problem,” Corey spoke up uncharacteristically loudly. He dropped his hand of cards on the floor before rushing to look at the security monitors with Mason right behind him. y/n sat up fast enough that blood rushed from her head, momentarily distracting her from the Braxton Hicks contractions she hadn’t told anyone about.

The four of them crowded around in front of the security system screens and watched in horror as one by one, the cameras went out. Within seconds, it was all dark. The only remaining function was the blinking red light signaling that an exterior door had been opened.

“Hide,” Lydia rasped out before grabbing y/n’s hand with the intention to find a safer spot within the safe house. Ironic, isn’t it. Corey took Mason’s hand and backed against the wall, the two seeming to vanish into thin air. Neither pair got far before one final loud blare sounded from the remains of the security system, just before a nearby door was blown in, knocking y/n and Lydia off their feet. Dust hung heavy in the air and a shrill ringing pierced everyone’s ears. Except for the intruder, of course. She had the foresight to bring earplugs.

The shallow thud of boots was the first thing to distract y/n from the ringing in her ears. The second was the familiar face that appeared once the dust settled.

“You would not believe how hard it is for an emissary to get in touch with a pack these days.” Lo and behold, Marin Morrell stood before them, methodically stepping forward. Lydia stumbled onto her feet and pulled y/n up behind her before the banshee took on a defensive stance. The blood dripping from the scrapes on both women served as a poor distraction for y/n from another ripple of cramping throughout her belly.

“You’re probably wondering what I’m doing here,” Morrell smirked. Her words weren’t as menacing as one might have expected, but they definitely weren’t innocent and were far from reassuring. “Honestly, I’m surprised the rest of the pack left the two of you here alone.” Lydia kept her eyes trained on Morrell and an arm wrapped around y/n, while the latter made sure not to shift her gaze towards the wall too obviously. In her peripheral vision she saw Corey appear for a split second and wink in her direction before vanishing again, well outside of Morrell’s sight line.

A quick smirk adorned Morrell’s face as she glanced at a notification on her phone. “Looks like the rest of the party is about to arrive,” she said as she pulled a glass jar of mountain ash from her pocket and shattered it on the floor around her, forming a large circle. Clever girl.

A tense silence fell between the three women. Morrell’s eyes wandered around the room, snapping back to the two women in front of her on occasion. Lydia’s glare didn’t waver from the emissary, despite y/n’s nails digging into her shoulder as she struggled to contain groans of pain from what she wasn’t quite sure were Braxton Hicks contractions anymore.

“Were you playing cards, ladies?” Morrell questioned nicely after seeing the stack of cards and two scattered hands. The tension in the room was thick enough to be cut with a knife and the emissary didn’t have all day. Corey and Mason briefly appeared again, this time against the wall Morrell’s back was turned to. Both men had their eyes trained on Lydia for a signal.

“Nope,” Lydia said dryly, popping the ‘p’ at the end. If Morrell had been paying closer attention, she might’ve noticed the slight downward tilt of Lydia’s chin. Corey and Mason vanished once again and before Morrel could ask any more questions, both of her wrists had been snatched from her sides and secured behind her back. An invisible force delivered a blow to Morrell’s legs, knocking her feet out from underneath her.

Corey and Mason reappeared at the same time the rest of the pack and Chris Argent came barreling through the door. Isaac’s wild eyes darted around the room then finally rested on y/n before he began sprinting towards her, pulling her away from Lydia and into his arms. The sob that wracked through y/n’s body broke Isaac’s heart and intensified the rage he felt within. Isaac left it up to the rest of the pack to handle Morrell while he checked y/n over for any injuries. The worst of the physical damage seemed to be a few bloody scrapes on her arms, so Isaac pulled y/n’s head into his chest and rubbed her back soothingly, using his body as a shield from the unfolding scene.

“I won’t ask again. What are you doing here?” Scott asked in a low rumble, punctuating each word. He was tense yet collected. Isaac was glad he let Scott take the lead from here, as he knew he wouldn’t be able to exhibit the same restraint as the alpha. Morrell let out a short huff, frustrated that what she thought were the two weakest links of the pack had gotten the jump on her. Still, she maintained her poker face.

“I’m doing what I’ve always done–maintaining the balance,” Morrell explained, her tone even. Her ability to stay calm while surrounded by a pack of angry werewolves was impressive, but it wasn’t lost on anyone that this wasn’t her first rodeo.

“Like hell you are! You lied to me,” Chris spoke up, anger painting his own features. It was true that he didn’t have as deep of an emotional investment in the situation as the rest of the pack, but he definitely didn’t appreciate being fooled and screwed over.

“Save it, Argent. This isn’t about you,” Morrell bit out as she slowly made her way back to a standing position. “This is about y/n, Isaac, and the thing she’s been growing for 9 months now.” Morrell’s voice was cold. Clinical, even. Before anyone could protest, she continued.

“I get it. It’s your baby and you want to protect it. I’m sorry we had to meet like this, but you need to know that I’m the least of your worries. I had a feeling Deaton was hiding something from me, hell, everyone and decided to look into it,” Morrell paused to deliver a pointed glance to y/n and Isaac. The realization that there wasn’t a physical threat to handle lifted a weight off of everyone’s shoulders, but their claws were still out. Literally.

“If word gets out that there’s a half-human-half-werewolf baby in Beacon Hills, none of you will be safe. If you think I was curious, just imagine what other packs and hunters will be like…” Morrell trailed off, the weight of her words hanging over everyone as her serious glance shifted from person to person.

A muffled groan from y/n broke through the tense silence, causing all eyes to shift towards her.

“y/n, baby, what’s wrong?” Isaac asked, pulling her from his chest so that he could see her face. Another grimace and a shaky inhale later, y/n rested a hand on her stomach before making eye contact with her fiance.

“I think I’m in labor.” Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Isaac shot a panicked look towards Lydia, who quickly stepped up and consoled the parents-to-be. Lydia took it upon herself to call Deaton while Kira called Melissa, leaving the rest of the pack to their own devices while Isaac, y/n, Lydia, and Kira went to the hospital.

Scott stepped towards Morrell and looked down to the floor when he felt resistance.

“Mountain ash. Really?” Scott was far from sadistic, but he got a good chuckle out of the defense that could only hold about half of the pack back. Mason bent down and broke the barrier, allowing the other members of the pack to surround the emissary. Malia was the first to speak up after Scott whilst she sized Morrell up from the side.

“Do I want to know where you got those handcuffs?” Malia asked curiously, not at all deterred by the blushes and smirks that began to grace her friends’ faces.

“No,” Corey and Mason answered simultaneously.

a/n: whoomp there it is :) full disclosure, after writing part 11 i had NO IDEA what i was going to do in part 12. i've had the final part planned for months now but this chapter?? a total mental road block. i'm super happy with how it turned out though!! lmk ur thoughts <3 part 13 will be out soon! (unlike the last time that i said the next part would be out soon, and then almost 6 months went by)

#isaacy lahey x reader #isaac lahey imagine #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf reader insert #isaac lahey x y/n #tw: pregnancy #cw: pregnancy #tw: violence

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blondwhowrites · 6 months

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Authors note: might make a little continuation of this

"Scott, I can't magically make Stiles fall asleep", you said as you walked up to the front door of your best friend's house.

"He hasn't slept in three days", Scott said in a worried voice.

"I wouldn't be able to sleep if I were recently possessed by an evil spirit either", you retorted as you opened the door for Scott.

"That's not the point", Scott huffed in annoyance.

"Then what is it?", you questioned as you stepped into Stiles's house and took off your shoes.

Scott turned to look at you with an exasperated sigh. "You and Stiles have this connection; I don't know; I just think if you were to stay with him during the night, he might sleep", he explained

You stared at him blankly. You blinked a few times, needing time to fully process what your friend had just said. "You want me to have a sleepover with Stiles?"

"Yes! That would be perfect!", Scott said, his voice full of hope, and he clasped his hand on your shoulder. "Please", he pleaded.

"What are you guys doing here?", Stiles said, suddenly appearing from the kitchen, where he had just poured himself a bowl of extremely unhealthy cereal.

You pointed at Scott. " He broke into my room and dragged me here." You had no problem throwing Scott under the bus.

Stiles raised a brow, and he looked at Scott questioningly. "Yeah, but the door was locked. How did you get in?", he asked.

You shrugged your shoulders. "Your dad gave me a key to the house a long time ago", you answered, and you walked towards where Stiles was. You passed him and entered the kitchen, and you immediately went to the drawer where they kept all of their snacks.

Stiles nodded slowly, and he watched as you grabbed a bag of chips. He looked at Scott, who gave him a shrug, and then he looked back at you. "My dad gave you a key?", he asked.

You nodded your head, grabbed a handful of chips, and shoved them into your mouth. Once you had chewed and swallowed them, you said, "Yeah."

Scott cleared his throat as he took a step forward. "Well, anyway, we came here to check up on you", he said, and he gave Stiles a bittersweet smile.

Stiles just rolled his eyes in response, and he turned back and walked into the kitchen. He grabbed his bowl of cereal and sat down next to you at the dining table.

"I came here for snacks", you chimed in.

Stiles chuckled. "I feel so loved", he joked, and he shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

"Hey, it's not my fault your dad buys the best snacks."

Scott rolled his eyes at his two best friends' banter, and he took a seat across from them. "Your dad said you haven't been sleeping,", Scott suddenly admitted.

A silence swept throughout the room. Stiles froze and tensed up as if he had just been caught doing something bad. "I've been sleeping." His voice wavered.

You stopped eating your chips, and you looked at Stiles in concern. "You've been having nightmares, haven't you?", you said in a soft voice.

Stiles let out a sigh, and he leaned back against the chair. He nodded. "Yeah, I have", he mumbled. He pushed his bowl of cereal away, suddenly not hungry anymore.

You frowned. "I'm sleeping over tonight", you stated.

Stiles head perked up, and he looked at you in surprise. "Wait, really?", he asked suddenly his whole demeanor lit up again.

You nodded your head, and you looked at him with a smile. "Yes"

Scott got up from where he sat. "Well, I have things to do, so, uh, I'm going to go, bye", he said, giving you two an awkward wave of goodbye, and then he was gone.

"Let me guess he bribed you into sleeping over with me."

"Yep"

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supercap2319 · 7 months

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Noah Stilinski looks at his sons. He wishes he didn't have to address this topic, but as a father and as a sheriff, it was his duty. "Boys? I think it's time we talk about your... questionable taste in older men, who just happen to be werewolves and related."

Y/N looks at his father. "Technically, this is all Stiles's fault. He's the older brother. I'm just following my big brother's example."

"Oh, that is such bullshit! You're the one who started this by sucking Peter Hale's dick." Stiles said.

"Yeah, but you're the one who was getting fucked by–"

"Okay, enough! You're both guilty." Noah Stilinski said.

"Would it help things if we said Kate Argent turned Peter and Derek to teenagers?"

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 9 months

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❝ Burn for you ❞

post-s6!Stiles Stilinski x werewolf!male!reader | nsfw, smut | sub.bttm. reader (AMAB) | not proofread | wc: 4k

warnings: omegaverse dynamics (r!), praise kink, biting, scratching, spanking

req: can I ask for a stiles fic, like reader(m) is a werewolf n went into heat and the only person he actually trusts from the pack is stiles so he just bursts into his room in the middle of the night all hot and sweaty and stiles is just dumbfounded until he realised what was wrong and he helps him all night 😋😋 anyway and like end it with some cuddles n stuff if you can, oh and like a shit ton of praise just like mass amounts, plus like biting, scratching maybe a few smacks here and there and that's it! (bottom amab reader pls)

"This is insane," by all accounts he was right. Stupid, cunning, frantic and witty Stiles Stilinski was right. This was insane. "Stiles," but here you are — countering his factual statement. "Stiles, please..." The hands in his hair stop and he looks at the state you're in. Actually looks. His eyes take in the wildness in your eyes that, once upon a time, would've made him flinch as they glow in the dim lighting of his dorm room. Yet at this moment, they're anything but frightening, instead they're desperate.

There's a startling realization that the werewolf before him was desperate for him that makes Stiles choke on his own spit. The hands in his hair travel down to cover his mouth but you know it's still in that annoyingly slacked-jaw pose. Why were you sneaking into his dormitory room through a window!? "Stiles!" You land on your feet and now Stiles has a werewolf in his dormitory room. The carpet silences the thudding your shoes make as you reach for the collar of his shirt. It's new. Sheriff Stilinski probably bought some new clothes for Stiles for Christmas —that's not the point. The point is, his shirt is new and you're stretching the round collar wider at the front, claws teasing the fabric as you grit your teeth together to stop your fangs from making an appearance. "Hey, easy, easy!" His palms rest on your face. Stiles squeezes your cheeks together when he feels fur attempting to sprout. He shushes, twisting his head on a swivel around his tiny room. His roommate said he'd be out but the lights from underneath Stiles door is on and he sees shadows moving. He can handle a werewolf in distress but handling that whilst keeping the secret of the supernatural away is a juggling act he'd rather not attempt. He's had his fill from his high school days. He'd rather not repeat it again in college.

What were you even doing here? Last time you two called you'd been in Beacon Hills, California helping his father out with some rogue werewolves. What the hell were you doing in Quantico, Virginia!? "(Y/N)," his eyes are set in a determined squint. Yours are furrowed, eyebrows meeting in the centre that makes a slideshow of memories appear behind Stiles eyes with every blink. The second time he says your name it's softer. As if he recalls who you are and you squeeze your eyes shut at the warmth in his voice. Shoulders sagging and grip loosening, you lean forward to bury your face in the crook of Stile's neck.

Everything is fuzzy. There's someone else nearby — two someone's, to be exact, but everything beyond Stiles' door is irrelevant.

Everything beyond Stiles is irrelevant.

Stiles wraps his arms around you. You swear you can feel every scar on his palms and finger pads despite the jacket you wore. It's mindboggling how amplified Stiles is right now.

He eyes the shadows from his door. They pause and Stiles grip on you tightens. It elicits a gasp from you as you clutch the front of his shirt again. Stiles ignores how hot his ears feel as your lips brush against his skin and how he can feel the tips of your teeth (not fangs, thankfully) whisper along the thickest junction between his neck and shoulder — or he tries to. His pulse quickens and you're so close too him you can feel it, see it, hear it. Your hands are flat against his sternum. With your eyes aglow you tilt your head down to spread your fingers across his chest. "Shh, shh, my roommates asleep," Stiles would thank Tom (his roommate) for being considerate but a few giggles escape the girl he's brought over and Tom is pushed against the door. The sound is decidedly too loud for an already sensitive werewolf so you lips curl in distaste. Your growl only cut short by Stiles hands smacking itself over your mouth so hard your head tilts back.

"Stiles — !" "(Y/N)" his whisper is sharper than you're used to. The frown etched onto his face is so familiar but so...grown. It had only been a year since graduation. Since that mess with the Wild Hunt and everything in between. Stiles looks so adult now. Oh, there's still mischief written all over his face but everything that was soft-edged was sharper and there was this hint of a stubble along his jaw and chin. The bags under his eyes were probably because of wild nights roaming Beacon Hills woods for dead bodies but it seemed college exacerbated it tenfold. It reminded you of the Nogitsune when it had Stiles but he wasn't pale and he was still familiar. You're staring. You realize that you are but Stiles just looks so handsome and the memories are flooding in faster than you can stop them. His hands smell like energy drinks, spilled pen ink, dusty cold-case files Stiles definitely had no authority to be snooping through and home. Stiles flinches, chest concaving away from you when you whimper and tug at his shirt.

No, not whimper.

Moan.

"...Your roommate has company too," Tom's girl whispers barely reach his ears through the door. Their shadows stumble away with a few 'hushed' giggles but Stiles only tears his eyes away when he hears his roommates door shut.

"What the - Are you hurt? (Y/N), it's 2 am — You-You're supposed to be in Beacon Hills!"

Why is he so far away from you? He's pacing again, combing through his hair again and he's rambling again.

"Stiles," he doesn't pause as you call for him. He's too frantic to see the way you're panting or the way your cheeks are heated. "You know you're supposed to call me first when things happen!" He gasps and spins to looks at you. "Is it an emergency? Does Peter have another kid running around or something? Hunters? Are you —"

You're breathing too hard. He inches closer again. It feels like he's teasing you. Moving to-and-fro like a sly fox teasing a wolf.

"You're hurt?" "Stiles," the whine is high in your throat. A keening almost. It makes Stiles hands hover over your shoulders when he'd been gripping you so tightly minutes before. "Stiles, I need you"

"Need? Need...Need me to - For what exactly?" Your jacket is shrugged off. He can see the way your shirt is sticking to your skin. To his relief he sees no wounds, no blackened veins bulging and spreading across your skin because a hunter gave you a dose of Wolfsbane poisoning. It leaves him more confused. More flustered. "Somethings happening to me," you take steps forward. Stiles lets you. "What's wrong, (Y/N)?" He wants to turn on the lights in his room. Moonlight looks wonderful on you and the table lamp is less headache inducing to work in during these times but he's frozen with concern.

What if you were cut by a tiny blade covered in Yellow Wolfsbane? Or some other type of poison — a Kanima maybe? No, you weren't paralyzed. You weren't dying, if you were dying he' be sure you'd be more panicky but goddammit what if you were and you didn't realize it!?

"Derek...Derek said it happens to werewolves wuh-when we've...matured," Stiles wasn't there to witness the chaos the pack went through with the other wolves. Blissfully unaware of the embarrassment that lasted for days and it wasn't as though Scott was going to tell Stiles about the time he was so painfully horny after his 18th birthday that Malia and him effectively traumatized Melissa. "Matured...?" "Stiles, my birthday just passed," you don't want to say it. It kills you every time you even think about it so why would you want to say it out loud? "Happy...birthday?" But Stiles wasn't catching on. Derek had advised you about holing up somewhere. Said something about finding someone to partner up with. Preferably a pack mate and not some stranger in a bar. The notion was far too embarrassing. Scott was like an older brother to you and he was dating Malia who you think would probably not mind if you decided to spend your heat with the two of them. You minded though. So, no. Derek was a definitive no. Too much angst, too broody and too old for you and Lydia didn't deserve to be subjected to anymore werewolf biology nonsense then she already had. There were more pack mates but they were all a no but, Stiles...? He made you feel so safe. His brilliance was blinding (sarcastic quips included) and his valor in deathly situations were enough to make you swoon. Such kindness despite the torments life had thrown his way. Even now, he's showing it. He's holding you, tender and sweet, and his eyes are scanning you for injuries. "Stiles..." Your eyes meet. His brow furrows and his hand is cupping your cheek again. "Stiles, I'm...I'm in heat." His mouth opens then closes then opens before closing. Stiles is doing that thing where his brows are moving on their own and his eyes are blinking rapidly which means he's thinking. "Whaaat does that mean? Just - just as a clarification ya' know" You groan. The pants you're wearing has been achingly tight and you can't stand it anymore. "Dammit, Stiles! I need you to fuck me! I'm in heat, I feel - I feel like my skin is on fire and I - I just, fuck, please, Stiles, please" There's tears in your eyes. Embarrassment be damned, it's too much. It felt like your senses were fucking with you, it's been like this for days, symptoms of oversensitivity steadily raising until it reached its boiling point that caused you to drive all the way to here. But all of it washes away when Stiles is holding you. All your focus is on him and it relieves you of so much pain why the fuck isn't he holding you now? "Please, I need you, I need you so badly."

Stiles catches you when you trip over your own feet, faceplanting into his chest where he can feel your open-mouthed breathing. Your hands cling to his shoulders, his wrap themselves around your middle as you cry. "It hurts, Stiles. I can't, I can't think I just — Mmf, you smell so fuckin' good," your gaze lifts up and Stiles groans into your mouth when you surge forward to kiss him. It's a shitty kiss. Sloppy, messy, and there's a clear lack of coordination but fuck it was hot. His tongue brushing against yours along with his lips.

You feel the dry patches he has — clearly college has triumphed his basic needs so you fix it by wetting his lips with your tongue. His grip tightens as you push him back, back and back until the back of his knees knock onto his bed. He falls. You fall too. It's not the first time he's had a werewolf over him but it is the first time he's had a werewolf in heat on top of him. He prefers this compared to the other instances. The window of his room, where moonlight floods in, cast you in this blue hue. It contrasts with the warm hued light of his desk and the colours look so fucking good on your skin. Your lashes are dark with tears. Stiles is certain he's tasted a few of them while kissing you. He reaches up and wipes the evidence of their path away. You turn your nose into his palm like a puppy and Stile's plaid patterned pajama pants feels a little tight. A tear slips and Stiles uses both hands to hold you. Those pretty eyes flutter open and Stiles gulps. You were (Y/N) (L/N), a longtime friend. One of the first guys that made him realize he was bisexual. A cherished friend, someone he could imagine one day meeting up for drinks even after decades have passed. Here you were, on his lap. "Why, why me...?" It was a fair inquiry. He lived miles away and he hadn't been available as of late too. You? You were a looker. So handsome and kind it made Stiles feel guilty every time he jerked off and your face appeared in his thoughts. You could have anyone you wanted. If the werewolf thing was stopping you from getting with anyone...well, it wasn't as if there were a shortage of werewolves in Beacon Hills. The sounds of your breathing muffles the beat of silence. Then, you're leaning down and Stiles places a hand on your chest to stop you. "You...You don't want me?" He feels your muscles tensing. Ready to dart if he nods but he doesn't. "I...I really want you, (Y/N)" You lean again and again he stops you. "Stiles, please —" "Why me, (Y/N)?" He knows you're thinking. You have this tell on your face when you do and since you're just inches away from him he'd be blind not to see it. "Because I...I trust you, Stiles. Muh...More than anyone else. I don't just need you, Stiles, I...I want you" It's his turn to talk but he's quiet. You're whimpering again, hips twitching as you try so very hard not to act on impulse despite the way your body is on fire. There was this annoyingly loud voice in your head just chanting Stiles name and it's killing you that he is so, so, close but not fucking you. When Stiles kisses you it takes you aback, teeth clacking and all but neither of you care. He pushes himself up onto his elbows and he's gripping the back of your neck as he all but devours you. Your hands slide up his shirt. He flinches, pulling away from the kiss and squeezing your neck. "I bruise easily," you're confused. He motions to your hand with his eyes and your eyes widen when you see your claws fully extended. "Shit, Stiles, I'm sorry —" He cuts you off with his mouth. Your eyes are rolling back and he swallows every pathetic noise as he grabs your hips, ass, then your thighs. The yelp you let out when he twists you surprises you both. He's between your legs now, above you and grinning boyishly. "That's — That's new," he nods before diving in to mottle your neck. Your fingers are curled into fists as you arch your back into him. "Learned some self-defense moves, came in handy, huh?" Your laughter dies when you feel Stiles teeth playfully bite into your flesh. "I mean, it works against werewolves" Both of you glance at the wall behind you when you hear repetitive thuds, followed by a squeal of pleasure. Stiles wants you to scream on his dick like that too. You gasp, whispering out his name when Stiles undoes the annoying obstacles that is your pants. Your boxers have a wet patch on them and you nearly kick Stiles off when he presses a kiss on it. He's hastily tugging your pants away from your legs but you're not cold at all. Everywhere he touches you feels like he's setting you on fire.

But it's good. Not like "before Stiles", not like "without Stiles" burning that makes you feverish and turns your skin unbearably lonely. Stiles touches spreads this delicious burn across your skin. Your shirt is next. Stiles doesn't help you with, just watches as you take it off and toss it to the side. He's over you again, kissing you again and you're so overwhelmed you can't help the noises you're making. His fingers ghost along your navel but you've no time for foreplay. You grab his wrist and guide it down to your crotch, bucking your hips up from his ghost-like touches. "Fuck, you're pent-up," You're nodding in agreement, balls tightening as he finally, finally, slips a hand into your underwear. Your torso twists to the side, moaning like a whore as he holds your cock in his hands. "Really pent-up" Stiles jerks his wrist and you're biting your hand to keep the noises down. "Don't, not like they're holding back" Stiles reminds as the headboard banging grew more incessant. He pulls your hand away, pinning it down as he watches your face. His fingers are so good, palm warm and your precum is excessively leaking down. Probably a side-effect of the whole "in heat" thing. His thumb digs into your slit and he's groaning at your wanton moans. Curious, he slides his hand down. "Stiles," you feel him touch your balls but he slips further down to your perineum then to your twitching entrance. His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. "You're wet" Stiles astute observation makes you dig your heels into the mattress. "You're wet"

"Stiles!" You can't handle this. You need him inside you not have a QNA session. "You've fought werewolves, a Kanima, hunters, the Wild Hunt, the Nogitsune, fuck — You survived holding Derek Hale up in a pool full of water while he was paralyzed for hours, stranger things have happened than my ass being self-lubricating!" You spread your legs, holding your thigh open as you try to catch your breath. He watches, entranced, as your fingers slip into yourself. It slides in with ease and familiarity. You're pumping one finger then two and then three. The way your rim stretches and clenches — Stiles sees it all. Stiles towers over the foot of his bed, over you, and you're relieved as you spot his hands replacing yours. His fingers are longer than yours and it has you melting as he pumps into you. "Shit, you're so warm" "All for you, baby, just for you," his ears are burning again. You look so blissed out but Stiles knows this isn't what you want. His shirt is the first to go and after stepping out from the puddle of checkered patterns Stiles is naked too. His cock is just as pretty as he is. There's moles on it, veins decorating the underside of it. It's long, more girthy near the base. "You manscape...?" You ask. "Shut up," Stiles replies. Stiles splits your legs apart, they're cushioned on the top of his thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck. The tip of his nose bumps into yours, lips catching yours again. He only pulls away when you feels his head catch on your rim. Stiles watches your face as the pressure gives and he's inside of you. He's biting his lower lip, wanting to only hear you (Tom isn't helping but that's not in his control). "Oh fuuuck, Stiles, Stiles your — " Stiles nods, pulling his hips away a bit before inching more inside. It has you whining. The delicious drag of his dick makes you clench and he hisses. "You feel so fucking good," he whispers against your Adam's apple, grinning as it bobs when you gulp thickly. Your claws are out again but he's electing to ignore it as it leaves kitten scratches across his shoulders. "God, (Y/N), you're so tight, so warm — Jesus fucking Christ, I —"

His words are making you squirm. It feels like an eternity but once he's fully sheathed inside of you it feels like all those days of overstimulation hell was worth it. The both of you moan and Stiles relishes in your velvety walls as they welcome him. "Like you were made for me," You whimper out his name. He notices your eyes are wet with tears and so he braces himself on his elbows, pushing you further up his bed. The jostling makes his dick pump into you and you mewl sweetly. "Don't have to cry, pretty boy, I've got you," he cradles the back of your head and places his forehead on yours. "Stiles..." Your eyes widen as he thrusts into you. He's watching closely. Your face scrunched up in ecstasy as he moves in and out of you. "You're so beautiful, fuck, (Y/N)" He hisses again when you clamp down at him. Only looking away to see your cock twitching in a tell-tale sign of an oncoming orgasm. Stiles chuckles as he grips at the base making you groan, shaking your head. "Hey, shh, relax, I'm helping you out. I'm not an asshole," he does that thing with his wrist again and your back arches. You see white and he slows his thrusts down, his back stinging but it's not the worst thing he's been through.

Stiles kisses down your throat and chest. He rubs soothing circles in your hips but he's still so painfully hard inside of you. The very feeling has your cock filling up again. He wraps his lips around your nipple, twirling his tongue around it and letting his teeth catch it as he pulls away. The entire thing has you shuddering. Stiles grabs a handful of your ass then maneuvers you onto your stomach, slipping out of you smoothly before positioning himself behind you. "FBI training?" You pant out as you look at him from over your shoulder. It makes Stiles laugh. "No, uh, just good ole' experience and porn" You roll your eyes at him and he grunts as he grips your hips. "Oh, I'll give you a reason to roll those pretty eyes," His pulls almost all the way out then slides back home. You moan out his name, clutching onto his bedsheets so hard there's a distinctive ripping sound. None of that matters though. The position you're in makes Stiles go in so deep it feels like you're in heaven. Your back is bowed and your face is in the sheets. Stiles sucks his teeth as he watches the way your ass ripples and bounces with every thrust in. You're writhing on the bed, moaning out his name as he plows into you. Stiles can't help himself. He lifts his hand and you squeal at the impact of his hand against you ass. "That feel good?" With the way you're backing up on him, he assumes that means yes. He squeezes your ass in his hands, watching the flesh blush because of his hands. Every spank makes you tighten around him and he groans as he soothes the stinging with his kneading hands. "So good for me, fuck, (Y/N), that's it just — Ah shit, shit, shit, your ass feels so good" Your cock is hanging heavy between your legs. Stiles grip on your hips is almost bruising. Your sweat slicked skin under moonlight has Stiles approaching his orgasm quicker than he anticipated. "I'm going to — " "Yes, yes, yes! Inside me, inside me, Stiles"

His thrusts become more and more erratic and you feel your second orgasm coming at you like a freight train. He's so beautifully loud the closer and closer he gets to his orgasm, you're whimpering as he ruts into you. His hands slide up your hips and he curls his arms around your shoulders to pull you up. Your back flushed against his chest. Stiles kisses you, messy and hot, and you only pull away to moan out his name as you come all over the bed sheets. He's not far behind, he fills the inside of your ass with thick ropes of cum and every involuntary twitch of his hips makes you let out whiny moans. His thighs twitch but Stiles makes sure you don't fall in your own cum. He lays you down next to it, slipping out of you with a groan before he bunches up his blanket to toss it to the pile of dirty laundry. You cling the second he lays next to you and he does not object. He pulls you closer, catching his breath as he kisses the top of your head. "That felt good?" You nod, asking him the same question with a scratchy voice. "Fuck yeah it did, holy shit," You grin as you grasp at his chin to give him a rewarding peck. "You're so...You're so hot, you know that?" "Stiles," you bashfully glance away (an odd time to be bashful but that can't be helped) and Stiles squeezes you closer. "I'm serious! I'm not saying it because of the post-sex glow or whatever — which, by the way, you are glowing" Your guffaw, hiding your face with your hands as he continues look oh-so-proud of himself. "I slept with (Y/N), I spanked his ass — He wanted me" "You're talking to yourself," you murmur, ear twitching as you hear Tom and his girl also coming down from their romp. How nice. Orgasms for all it seems. "And it's wants not wanted" He feels something twitch against his hip. Stiles peeks down and laughs in disbelief. "I still want you, Stiles..." Your eyes glow again. The way you're nosing his neck makes his dick raise to attention. "Stiles," you call. "I've got you, (Y/N)," he answers.

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Pack Mom - Derek Hale x Reader

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Prompt: You’ve always been the mother figure to everyone in the pack but when the pups start calling you mom they also start treating you as Derek’s mate, awkwardness and confessions ensue.

Warning: Smut! and other shit! :D

ENJOY!!

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You hopped out of your newly bought Mustang, you knew the pack would be shocked at your new car but the moment you saw the sleek black vehicle you knew it was the one. Your last car got trashed in a car chase with the Calaveras but you dug into your inheritance and decided to get something nicer. The moment one foot stepped out of the new car Stiles was on you with a million questions.

“Ohh my god when did you get this!? How does it run!? How much was it!?” You rolled your eyes but answered all of Stiles’ question calmly because you adored Stiles he was like a brother to you.

“Wow that is one beautiful car.” You heard a gruff voice say from behind you, you knew who it was but you turned around anyway with a nervous grin.

“I know she runs amazingly!” You exclaimed cheerfully which made Derek crack a small smile.

“Did he just smile?” Stiles stared at Derek with wide eyes.

“Yes Stiles I have the ability to smile.” Derek deadpanned.

“How come I’ve never seen you smile at anyone except Y/N? Well unless you count that deputy at the police station who you flirted with. Why don’t you smile at me?” Stiles rambled his arms flying around in an exaggerating manor.

“I smile at Y/N because she is about 5 times more attractive and 100% less hyperactive spaz.” Derek replied easily but when he said you were attractive your mind went blank, your heart started racing rapidly and you knew your cheeks were most likely bright red.

“Ooo Derek and Y/N sittin’ in a tree K I S S I N G fir-”

“Stiles shut up before I rip yo-”

“First comes love!” Erica popped up out of nowhere and started singing along.

“Then comes marriage!” Liam exclaimed as he burst out the door with a grin on his face.

“Then comes a baby in a baby carriage!” The three of them shouted together, at this point you knew your face was bright red so you buried your head in your hands willing it to go away.

“Then comes a divorce because she finally realises how grumpy Derek is.” You heard a cheerful voice at which made you look up to see Peter.

“Derek’s not grumpy.” You huffed at Peter which made everyone turn to you.

“Oh so no divorce?” Peter smirked knowing he’s caught you red handed.

“No! I mean-We’re not…And he’s not-Fuck my life!” You screamed storming into the house the pups soon following behind you.

You sat down next to Isaac and Liam as soon as the pack meeting started, they were both sat very close but you knew it was because contact made them calm. As Derek went through everything he needed to you stared at his chiselled face, the abs that you could see through his tight shirt and his ice green eyes as they darted to and from each pack member who asked question.

As the meeting came to a wraps Liam already had his head on your shoulder and Isaac had his on your lap you glanced at both of them smiling but knew you had to move if you wanted to get started on making dinner.

“Liam honey I need to go start on dinner.” His head shot up, nodding before running off to play video games with the boys.

“Isaac sweetie I need to go make food.” You giggled when he nuzzled into your lap more, you ran your fingers through his hair softly before looking down at his face realising he was sleeping. You lifted his head gently and set it on a cushion once you had moved. His face twisted in one of a lost puppy and he reached for anything he could.

“M-Mama..” He whimpered as his hand touched mine. Suddenly you were aware almost all the packs eyes were on you. You wanted to be embarrassed but you couldn’t be because it didn’t feel weird to be called that by the pups.

“Can I ask why everyone feel like that is something to gawp over?” You snapped in a motherly tone which soon made them lower their heads. As so finally got round to making tea you could hear Isaac shouting at the tv which you assumed to be because of a video game, suddenly Jacksons voice cut through the conversation.

“Aww is mama’s boy losing? Why don’t you go-”

“JACKSON JOHNATHAN WHITTEMORE!” you screamed as you shot out the kitchen door straight into the living area. Jackson froze and dropped his controller.

“Apologise right now!” You shouted as everyone seemed to freeze. Derek seemed ready to jump in but you knew he didn’t need to.

“Sorry Isaac..” You dipped his head slightly as if he’d been scolded by his mother.

“Now who’s a mama’s boy?” Stiles snorted which made your eyes shoot to him.

“Mieczyslaw Stilinski! Get in this kitchen and help me make food!” Everyone stared at you wide eyed making Stiles flush.

“How the hell did you pronounce that so perfectly!? I can’t even pronounce it and I’m his best friend!” Scott exclaimed as everyone stared at you then Scott. You ignored Scott question and followed an embarrassed Stiles into the kitchen.

After you finished making dinner you had the pack set the table and carry the excessive amount of food to the table. You all sat down, staring at the various foods you had made. You sat to Derek’s left and Scott was on his right. You noted that everyone let Derek eat the first bite which was normal because he was the Alpha but when everyone stared at you, you looked to Derek for help.

“Why is everyone looking at me?” You asked confused by everyone’s actions.

“The first person to eat in the pack is the Alpha then his mate, then the Alpha’s second.” Lydia stated calmly as she smiled over at you.

“But Scott is Derek’s second not me?” You replied, your left eyebrow raised slightly.

“But your Derek’s mate. Right?” Isaac asked from the seat next to you.

“What?” You looked back to Derek who was staring at Isaac with the same confused look.

“Guys we’re not dating…” Derek shifted awkwardly in his seat as he spoke it made your heart clench painfully at the fact he was uncomfortable with the idea of dating you.

“Oh sorry the idea of dating me seems so farfetched to you.” You growled at him making everyone freeze for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

“That’s not what I was saying Y/N.” Derek stated softly as he stared into your Y/E/C eyes.

“So what were you saying Derek?” You sneered and everyone seemed to shrink into their seats.

“Well I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with everything they were saying…” He whispered his voice trailing off slightly.

“In what world would anyone be uncomfortable with dating Derek Hale?!” You screeched staring at him like he’d grown another head.

“Well if you wanna play that game fine! In what world would anyone be uncomfortable with dating Y/N Y/L/N!” He retaliated harshly.

“So then why aren’t you guys dating?” Liam spoke up softly, everyone turned to look at the youngest of the pack his head held high as if he’d knew he’d said something smart.

“Because Derek doesn’t like me the way I like him and you know this!” You whisper yelled to Liam but realised that you’d said it loud enough for everyone to hear.

“You like me?” Derek asked making you turn your attention to him, your face now bright red.

“Can we talk about this after diner please? I’d like to at least enjoy the food I cooked before you flat out reject me.” You mumbled softly before pushing the food around your plate. You looked up to Derek who was now out his seat. Before you knew what had happened you were yanked out your seat, one of his arms firmly wrapped around your waist and the other hand cupped your cheek.

“Do you like me?” He asked again with more heat and curiosity in his voice, his green eyes stared into yours making everyone else disappear. You nodded softly as your eyes flicked from his to his lips. His lips met yours in a soft yet passionate kiss, after a few seconds of small kisses that stole your breath away you were pulled out by the sound of Isaac’s voice.

“Ew it’s like watching your parents make out.” You pulled away flushing slightly before looking up at Derek who sent you a pantie melting grin which made your knees weak.

“Can we eat now I didn’t slave over a hot stove to eat cold food?” Stiles grumbled which made me turn to him with a raised eyebrow daring him to take all the credit.

“I mean let eat this delicious food mama made and then make sure to give her a foot massage later?” He grinned over at your cheekily.

“Stiles shut up or I will rip your thr-” Derek stopped mid-sentence as you shot him the same look.

“I mean let’s eat then put on Y/N favourite film?” Derek mumbled his eyes wide.

“See now you’re getting it. Okay time to eat.” You giggled pressing a gentle kiss to Derek’s cheek.

After dinner you all put on a film and cuddled on the giant L shaped couch. Everyone was touching in some way with and Derek in the middle of what could only be classed as a puppy pile. You could stop to scared thought that this could just be another one of your dreams about Derek but every time you count your fingers and thumbs you had ten altogether. You buried you head into Derek hard chest which was surprisingly comfortable. You drew shapes absently on Derek’s chest as your listened to his heart beat. Every now and then it would rise and become louder but other than that it was a calming tempo.

Eventually everyone started leaving until you were the last on left in the newly re-built Hale house. You shuffled about as Derek walked you to the front door. As you were about to put your shoes on Derek stopped you grabbing your face and kissing you with so much emotion and roughness you knew your lips would bruise. When he pulled away, you let out a small whine from the loss but opened your eyes to look into his.

“God I’ve wanted to do that all night but I felt like I’d scar the pups.” Derek sighed softly as he started regaining his lost breath.

“Derek…What are we?” You asked softly as his hands made circles on both cheeks.

“You’re mine and I’m yours.” He responded calmly, his hands slipping into your hair. When he gripped your hair slightly you let out a whimper now thoughts of him claiming you, his eyes glowing red as he made you submit, made their way into your head. You soon started to feel your panties grow damn which as soon as Derek took a deep breath through his nose you knew he smelt because his eyes changed from icy green to crimson red.

“Stop.” He growled as your arousal got worse as his red eyes stared into yours.

“I can’t stop the fact that you turn me on Derek.” You chuckled softly, biting your lip so stop another whimper escaping when you felt his hand grip your hair tighter.

“You smell so sweet.” His left hands moved to grip your hip as he drew you closer towards him.

“If you don’t leave now I’m going to take you upstairs and claim you.” Derek growled into your ear, his fangs grazing against the shell of your ear.

“Then do it.” You panted as his mouth moved to your neck.

“You sure that’s what you want I mean we only star-”

Before he could continue rambling you grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down for a bruising kiss. Both his hands gripped your waist in a tight hold but you didn’t care if he left bruises it just meant that Derek wanted you that much he couldn’t control himself and to you that felt empowering.

“Yes I’m sure I want Alpha to claim me.” You whined softly as you pulled away from the kiss.

He didn’t answer with words instead chose to growl at my choice of words, there was something extremely attractive about his red eyes and growls that went straight to your core. You step back from him and pulled off your baby blue summer dress you were currently wearing, leaving you in your underwear, a strapless nude pink bra and matching panties. His eyes roamed over you hungrily as you made your way up the large set of stairs, swaying your hips seductively as you went. He was soon chasing after your almost fumbling like a horny teenager to get his shirt off.

Once you reached his room, you crawled onto his bed on all fours. He made his way over to you gripping your hips tightly. His right hand slowly made its way down your back pushing softly on your shoulder blades so you were face down with your lace clad ass in the air. You giggled shaking your ass at him playfully making another feral growl emit from his chest. He playfully slapped your ass making you playfully moan at him. You knew at this point you were so wet that your panties were likely soaked. His right hand made it way down my back to my ass before skimming over your lace cover pussy.

“Jesus you’re so wet.” He groaned as if this fact caused him and his dick physical pain.

“Mhm because Alpha makes me wet.” You gasped as he moved your panties to one side and ran his index finger through your wet folds.

“What does Alpha’s little kitten want?” He whispered as his lips gave small kisses to your ass cheeks which made you whine softly.

“Want Alpha’s tongue.” You managed to whisper, your hands gripping the sheets tightly in anticipation. Instead of responding he ripped your panties off, his tongue delving into your pussy as soon as the shredded panties were thrown away. You let out a breathy moan as his tongue dipped into your hole, fucking you roughly with his tongue before moving his attention to your clit giving slight kitten licks making you whimper before trying to push back on him. His hands gripped your hips keeping you firmly in place as he continued his ministrations on your dripping core. Soon his fingers entered the mix, his two fingers slowly pushing in and out making your moans louder. He started sucking on your clit making your orgasm start towards the edge.

“D-Derek am gonna’ cum.” You stuttered out barely able to even form the sentence but these words only made his finger go faster and his licks and bites get rougher. You finally felt yourself fall gripping the sheets, his name repeatedly falling from your lips over and over. Finally as you started to come down his attention stopped and you were flipped onto your back.

“Would like to stop now Y/N?” He asked as he hovered over your body his shirt gone along with his jeans leaving him in boxers with a very large noticeable hard on showing. He tucked some of your Y/H/C hair behind your ear, his actions soft and loving making you smiles up at him tiredly.

“No I want you to make love to me.” You smiled at him lovingly as he leaned down kissing your forehead. He nodded as he grabbed a condom from the nightstand, carefully rolling it on. He lifted your legs gently wrapping them around his waist, his tip now teasing your entrance. He looked at you one last time as if asking once again if this was okay but instead of answering verbally, you brought him down for a reassuring kiss. He entered you slowly your back arching softly as you gripped onto his bicep with one hand, the other gripping the sheets. You had only had sex once when you were 17 but he was a lot bigger than the guy who took your virginity. He stopped as soon as he was fully inside of you he looked down to make sure you were okay.

“You okay baby?” He asked softly caressing your face.

“Y-Yeah this is only my second time ever having…” You drifted off yours cheeks flushing tenfold.

“You should have told me I’d of prepared you more!” He whispered yelled his voice full of panic and apologies.

“It’s okay Der I’m fine now you can move.” You whispered bring him down for a chaste kiss.

He looked uncertain with your words but you moved your hips up letting out a gasp followed quickly by a moan. You moved your arms to rest around his neck pulling him down for a slow yet passion kiss as he began with slow thrusts that made you moan into the kiss. He supported himself on one arm and used the other to run his fingers through your L/S hair. He kissed the corner of your mouth as his thrust got harder but not faster. His lips placing a trail of kisses to your neck.

“Shit Y/N…Feels good.” He moaned huskily into your ear.

Your moans were gentle and worn out as you felt yourself building again. When you clenched around Derek slightly brought his hand down to draw circles against your clit. His panting and gasps getting heavier as his thrust became more uneven and messy. His other hand gripped the sheets as he felt you finally cum around his shaft.

“Derek!” Your voice shouted out as you felt yourself cum for the second time.

“I’m cumming…” He gasped as he thrust into deeper than before, making you rasp out a quiet moan. As he came his thrust became more uneven and slowed down before coming to a stop. You were both panting as he took the condom off. He tied it throwing it into the bin before he collapsed next to you. He pulled the covers from under both of you making sure your naked body was covered as he drew you in until your head was on his chest.

“I love you Y/N.” He whispered as he kissed your head, running his fingers through your hair.

“I love you too Der.” You murmured before you felt sleep take you.

I guess being pack mom isn’t so bad after all.

-> Part 2

#derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek hale x you #reader insert #reader #teen wolf #tw #teen wolf imagine #smut #fluff #pack mom #pack mom reader #hale pack

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Stiles: Batman or Superman?

Y/n: Spider-Man obviously

Stiles: I love you -

Y/n: what?

Stiles: what?

#teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #hunter reader #supernatural #supernatural x reader #winchesterreader #reader insert #reader is a hunter #stiles stilinski #stiles x reader #incorrect quotes

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These Wolves Keep On Scratching At My Heart [Isaac Lahey/Reader] (1/?)

Summary: Growing up as a human in the Hale pack wasn't easy, but you wouldn't have traded it for anything. When you're twelve, a fire takes away most of your family, except for your father and two of your cousins. You're adopted by a kind deputy and officially become a part of the Stilinski family since your father can't care for you and your cousins have fled town. You think life can't possibly get any more complicated until you're eighteen and your brother's best friend gets bitten by a rogue alpha out in the preserve. Word Count: 3.9k Notes: Reader is Peter's daughter (I'm pretty sure Malia won't exist in this fic) and there's a lot of story to tell here, so please be patient with me! I promise I will explain everything. If you like this, letting me know would make my day! Read on AO3 The splintering of wood and the roar of the flames was deafening. Smoke had engulfed the house, leaving everything hazy and disorienting.

You didn't know how the fire started or where everyone went, but there was only one person you had on your mind as you stumbled towards your bedroom door.

"Dad? Dad?!" You called, panic leaking into your voice.

Everything felt like it was abruptly tilted to the side and you didn't realize that you were falling until you hit the floor.

"I've got you. You'll be alright," you heard a voice say before arms scooped you up off the floor. You were cradled against someone's chest as you coughed, attempting to take a breath. "You'll be alright," the person repeated, attempting to reassure you, even though their voice was fearful and strangled.

The next thing you heard was the sound of breaking glass before you felt like you were flying. You let out a cry of anguish when you felt yourself fall, the sight of your father's face watching you from the window the last thing you saw before you hit the ground.

"Y/N! Y/N, c'mon, wake up. You're having that dream again."

You jolted awake, the smell of smoke seemingly lingering in your room before you focused on your brother.

"What?" You groaned, attempting to shake off the nightmare and focus on Stiles.

"You were screaming in your sleep," he told you, his expression a mix of worry and dismay. "Again."

That didn't really surprise you. Whenever you dreamt of the fire, it always brought up memories and feelings you wished would stay buried. But since the fire had swept away your whole life, leaving you to rise from the ashes and start over, it was hard to ignore the effect it had on you.

"I'll be alright," you assured Stiles, unknowingly echoing the last words you ever heard your father speak. "What are you doing up right now? Isn't it late?"

"I was going to Scott's, since Dad's on a call and you were asleep. I was on my way out when I heard you."

Even in the dark of your bedroom, you could see Stiles fidgeting. Either he was nervous about something or he was up to something. Knowing your brother, it was probably a bit of both.

"Why are you going to Scott's so late? You do remember school starts back up tomorrow, right?"

Stiles rolled his eyes before flopping down onto your bed, ignoring your grunt of protest. "Yeah, but winter break was boring, and I've got something fun and adventurous in mind for tonight."

You narrowed your eyes at Stiles, knowing that whatever he had in mind was likely something that would get him into trouble. "What is it?"

"Nothing," Stiles denied, tone light and mischievous. "Want to come with me? See for yourself that I'm going to be an upstanding citizen and simply have some fun with my best bud?"

You knew Stiles was up to no good, but you also hoped that if Scott was along for the ride, then he would keep your brother out of trouble.

"Go," you sighed, settling back into bed. "At least one of us should be well-rested for tomorrow."

"That's why you're the genius of the family," Stiles told you, barely avoiding the pillow you aimed at his head, before he was rolling off your bed. You heard him groan as he hit the floor before he bounded up, shooting you a grin. "See you later," he said before he hurried towards your bedroom door. He paused just before he reached it and turned to look at you. "Maybe it's time you go visit your dad again," he offered, his voice low and cautious. "You were calling for him in your sleep."

"Yeah," you agreed, trying to keep the longing out of your voice for Stiles' sake. "I'll go after school tomorrow."

"Good," Stiles said before nodding at you, as if he was giving you his seal of approval, and then left your room.

You closed your eyes, attempting for a few minutes to go back to sleep, but you knew it was useless. Sleep would elude you until you quieted the maelstrom of memories and fears that plagued you from when you were only twelve years old.

You didn't remember much about the fire. It seemed like one night you went to bed and by the time you woke up, you lost a family and were on your way to gaining a new one. You remembered waking up to smoke and flames, before trying to get to your bedroom door to look for your dad. All you wanted in that moment was your dad, because you knew he would make it all okay.

Once the police and firefighters arrived, you were found half-hidden in a pile of debris and leaves, knocked out with a broken arm. No one could figure out how you ended up outside the house or why no one else tried to leave. Most of your family had been found in the basement, and you knew they must have been going for the tunnels, but it didn't make sense to you why they couldn't get out. Nothing about the fire made any kind of sense and you knew there were mysteries to unlock.

The only other survivor of the fire was your father, but he was in no position to take care of you. He was currently in a care facility, since his injuries from the fire were so extensive. You tried to visit him at least once a week, but it didn't make it any easier on you to see him like that when you remembered the man who had taken care of you your whole life. He never spoke about your mom, but from what you gathered, you were better off without her.

When Derek and Laura fled town, not even bothering to tell you goodbye, you didn't realize it was the last time you would hear from them. You were never sure if they were running from something dangerous or if they simply couldn't handle living in the same town that had robbed them of their pack, but you never quite forgave them for practically abandoning you.

The kind deputy who found you shivering and lost amongst the debris had taken pity on you that night. After realizing you lost most of your family in the fire and had no one else to care for you, he decided to make you a part of his family. You supposed there might have been another pack out there who respected your aunt enough to take you in, but you wouldn't have wanted to leave Beacon Hills. Not as long as your dad was still there.

The Stilinskis had made you feel like a part of their family from day one and you couldn't have been more grateful for them.

Over the past six years, the fire and events surrounding it had weighed heavy on your mind. None of it made any sense to you and even though people wanted to dismiss it as a tragic accident, you knew it wasn't anything as simple as an electrical fire.

The only person who seemed to really agree with you was Mr. Stilinski and while he tried his best to hide the evidence from you, you knew he was still trying to force the pieces back together so he could finally see the whole picture.

But you had a feeling he would never see the whole picture. Not unless he discovered all the supernatural ties that were holding Beacon Hills together.

You didn't even realize you had managed to finally doze off before you were woken by the sound of your dad berating Stiles.

"What the hell did you think you were doing going out in the woods by yourself at this time of night? At least you had the sense not to drag Scott into it. Really, what kind of kid hears there's a body in the woods and then decides to go looking for it?"

"I was just trying to help you and the force out! I mean, it's a big preserve! It really could've been anywhere."

"Nice try," you heard your dad sigh. "Just get to bed, alright? You've got school tomorrow and I'm not letting you skip because you're too tired."

"I would never," Stiles scoffed before you heard his bedroom door close.

You waited until you heard your dad's door close before you got out of bed, keeping your steps light as you crossed your room. You opened your bedroom door, poking your head out cautiously, making sure the hallway was actually empty, before you stepped out of your room. You made your way to your brother's room, barging in before quickly closing the door behind you.

"Y/N? What the hell?" Stiles exclaimed, turning quickly in his computer chair to face you. "I could've been doing something that would have been incredibly traumatizing for both of us if you witnessed it!"

"Please," you sighed, moving to sit on the edge of his bed. "You're shameless, but you at least manage to lock the door if you're going to do something like that."

"Fine," Stiles groaned, reclining back in his chair. "Weren't you going back to sleep?"

"I was," you admitted, giving Stiles an unimpressed look. "Weren't you going to hang out with Scott and respect the law or something?"

"I was," Stiles argued, affecting an innocent tone. "I totally respected the law and didn't get into trouble at all."

"You went looking for a dead body in the woods," you reminded him.

“Oh," Stiles scoffed, trying to wave it off. "You heard about that, huh?"

"It's a little hard to ignore when our dad is berating you for something like that. What the hell were you thinking? You could have been hurt or killed or any number of terrible things." Stiles didn't know about the things that could be found out in the preserve, but you certainly did. You remembered the lectures from your dad when you were just a kid, telling you it wasn't safe for a human out alone in the woods at night. "And what about Scott, huh? What happened to him?"

"He might still be out there, actually," Stiles admitted with a sheepish shrug of his shoulders. "But he's a smart kid. He'll be fine."

"Fuck," you hissed, standing up. "Call him. Now," you told Stiles. "See if he's alright."

Stiles groaned before pulling out his phone, typing away a text instead of bothering to call his best friend to see if he was alive. After a few moments, he made a sound of triumph before waving his phone at you. "He made it out! He's totally fine."

"Okay," you sighed, choosing to trust your brother. "Just...next time you decide to go out into the woods, tell me, alright? I'll go with you."

"Got it," Stiles agreed, focused on his phone yet again.

You rolled your eyes, before reaching forward to pat Stiles on the shoulder. "Good talk," you told him before leaving his room. You were still worried about Scott, but you knew that Stiles would never let anything bad happen to his best friend. So, you went back to your room and climbed into bed, hoping that sleep would claim you soon.

When you woke in the morning, you were less than excited to start the last semester of your high school career. Stiles would be starting the second half of his junior year, but once June hit, you would be done with high school. You would have to figure out where you wanted to go to college and what you wanted to do with your life and the thought of that opened up a deep pit of dread and anxiety in your gut.

You groaned as you rolled out of bed, mindlessly going through your usual morning routine of styling your hair, putting on your clothes, eating breakfast, and then brushing your teeth.

Stiles' jeep was already gone by the time you walked outside. You were sure he had already left to pick up Scott, which gave you more hope that Scott was actually okay and not currently wandering around the preserve.

You climbed into your own jeep, a newer model than Stiles' with half the sentimental value. You got the car when you were sixteen and a lawyer contacted Mr. Stilinski to let him know that your dad had set aside a fund for you to be able to get your dream car when you got your license.

When you were a kid, you had wanted any and every flashy car that would let you go fast. Your dream car changed at least once a month and your dad had promised you that he would buy you whatever you wanted as soon as you got your license.

It hit you pretty hard when you realized your father had made preparations for your care in the event that he wasn't around to see you grow up. Even though you were grateful he was still alive, it still hurt that he couldn't speak and couldn't respond to anything you told him. You wondered if it hurt him too to watch you grow up and get older and live a whole life without him.

You didn't think much of the night before until you got to school and noticed Scott and Stiles standing outside. Stiles was in the middle of his usual fruitless attempt to get Lydia Martin's attention as you approached the pair. Scott seemed worried about something, which prompted you to sling an arm around his shoulders and ruffle his hair.

"What's with the long face, McCall?"

"He's freaking out about some animal that bit him last night," Stiles said, waving it off as if it wasn't a big deal. "There's not even a mark on him. It was probably a mosquito."

You tried to keep the alarm off your face, because it really could have been nothing. But curiosity would always get the best of you and you couldn't help but fish for more information. "Animal? What did it look like?"

"I didn't get a good look," Scott admitted with a shrug of his shoulders. "It was big and had red eyes. It bit me and I ran away. I think it was a wolf?" Scott's voice went high and confused on the last word as he sent an unsure look at Stiles.

"Bud, I told you, there are no wolves here. It was probably a rabid rabbit or something," Stiles dismissed, urging you and Scott towards the building. "Now, c'mon, let's go get this shitshow over with."

Your mind was spinning as you tried to get through your classes. All you could think about was a rogue alpha out in the preserve, biting people and leaving behind a trail of confused omegas in its wake. Beacon Hills had been relatively quiet on the supernatural front since the fire. The only thing even remotely supernatural around town was your dad, but he hadn't left the care facility in years. You supposed Deaton counted, but if Deaton posed a threat, then you supposed you did as well.

Halfway through your anatomy class, you pulled out your phone, shooting a text to Deaton.

'We've got to talk. It's important.'

Knowing Deaton, you wouldn't hear from him until it was a little too late, so you had to do something before the situation got completely out of control.

You thought the day couldn't get any worse until word about the new girl started floating around school.

"She's so pretty. Think she'll go out with me?"

"Her family moves around a lot. Maybe her dad's in the military."

"I heard her last name is Argent. I wonder if she's French."

All anyone seemed to want to talk about was the new girl including Scott and Stiles.

"Look, she's already been sucked into Lydia's orbit," Stiles pointed out with a groan. "You have no chance, buddy," he told Scott, giving him a consoling pat on the back.

"Well, Y/N's friends with Jackson, right? Can't you put in a good word for me?" Scott wondered, turning to you with a hopeful grin.

You shook your head, watching Allison, wary of any move she might make. "No," you answered Scott, finally tearing your gaze away from the new girl. "You should stay away from her."

"But--" Scott tried to object, but you were already walking away. You didn't have a good explanation for why Scott shouldn't go near Allison and you certainly couldn't figure out how to tell Scott he was probably a werewolf.

You passed Allison, Lydia, and Jackson, ignoring Jackson's nod of acknowledgement in your direction. You didn't have the energy to deal with Jackson, even though you would hear all about how you ignored him later. There were just too many things going wrong in too short amount of time and you were starting to feel like you couldn't breathe.

You opted to skip your last class of the day and head right for the care facility. The nurses knew you by now and most took the time to smile at you and ask how you were doing as you passed them.

Seeing your dad helpless and catatonic never got any easier, but you couldn't deny it helped knowing he was still there for you.

"A lot has happened since last week," you started, taking a seat in front of his chair. You reached out to take his hand, glad for the physical assurance that your dad was still with you.

When you were younger, the doctors and nurses explained to you that talking to your dad on a regular basis might help with his overall recovery, so you made sure to visit him as often as you could. "I started the last semester of my senior year today. I should be graduating in June." You glanced down, unsure how to continue. You didn't want to say anything that would worry your dad, but the only other person you could talk to was Deaton and that was bound to be more annoying than helpful.

"So, I've talked about Stiles and I've mentioned his best friend Scott. His mom works in the hospital and he's like a brother to me too." You let out an incredulous laugh, not even sure you could believe what you were about to tell your dad. "Last night, Stiles and Scott went looking for a dead body in the preserve. I don't know if they ever found it, but something did find Scott. I think...," you trailed off, wondering if there was any possibility where you could be wrong. Maybe it was a rabid animal and Scott simply needed a series of shots. But no, your life had never given you much luck, so it wasn't about to start now. "I think he was bitten by an alpha."

You weren't sure if it was just wishful thinking, but you could have sworn that your dad's hand twitched in yours. You glanced down at it, but it was still and unmoving as usual, filling you with a guilty disappointment.

"And now I've got to worry about my brother's best friend turning into a werewolf, but I've also got to worry about the new girl. She's an Argent," you explained with a wince. "Why are there hunters in town? Are they looking for the alpha or are they trying to settle down here? I don't like any of this," you sighed, trying to fight the tears that wanted to fall. You didn't know how to fix any of the messes that had sprung up just in the past day. If you were still part of the Hale pack, then your aunt would have taken Scott in and showed him the ropes. She would have hunted down the rogue alpha and sorted them out before hunters could converge on your territory. None of this was anything you were capable of fixing alone and you suddenly felt so lonely that you couldn't stand it.

"Dad," you pleaded, your voice breaking on the word. "I don't know what to do."

Your phone buzzed with an incoming text just as a tear escaped down your cheek. You hastily wiped it away before pulling your phone from your pocket.

'Want to help me and Scott search for his inhaler in the woods? Doofus dropped it last night running from Thumper.'

"Shit," you groaned, moving to stand up. You let your dad's hand slip from yours, trying to fight off the usual guilt you felt whenever you left him. "I have to go. I'll see you later," you told him as you stood. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and grabbed your bag, not letting yourself look back at him all alone in his room, since you knew it always broke your heart to leave him.

Stiles had sent you the location where he parked his jeep, and it wasn't long before you pulling up next to his car.

Scott gave you a wave when he saw you and it hit you all at once that loveable, dorky Scott was likely turning into a werewolf.

"Hey, guys," you said, joining Stiles and Scott near the hood of Stiles' jeep. "What happened to your spare inhaler?" You asked Scott, watching his expression fall.

"That was my spare inhaler and mom's gonna kill me if I lose it. You know how expensive those things are?"

"Well, no one wants to make Melissa mad," you mused, thinking of the last time she really got pissed off with Scott and your brother. Her anger had nearly boiled over until it hit you and you would do just about anything to avoid Melissa McCall's wrath. "Let's get this over with," you sighed. "I don't want to be out here once it gets dark."

"Yeah," Stiles laughed, bumping companionably into Scott's side. "Wouldn't want to run into whatever took an imaginary bite out of Scott. Although, I have some theories about that, y'know. Wolves and bites and howling and all that."

"What? What are you talking about?" Scott's voice went high and panicked, but you knew your brother all too well.

"You've got a disease, Scotty," Stiles started, turning a grim look towards Scott. "It's called lycanthropy."

"What is that? Is it bad? Am I gonna die?"

"No, not bad," Stiles said, shooting you a grin. "Just comes around once a month...during the full moon." Stiles threw his head back and howled before giving way to laughter. "Lycanthropy, Scott. It means you're turning into a werewolf."

Even though you knew your brother was kidding, hearing the words coming from him still sent a shiver down your spine. If only he knew the danger was all too real and you were quickly running out of time before Scott became a huge problem.

"Stiles, come on, this is serious," Scott groaned, kicking aside some leaves in an attempt to find his inhaler. "What if I have rabies or something? What if I've got an infection?"

"Scotty, you're fine. If it was something serious, you would've been in the hospital by now."

Scott started arguing with Stiles, but you noticed an eerie stillness fall over the little pocket of forest you were standing in. You didn't realize you were being watched until you looked up and saw him for the first time in six years. A whole host of emotions fell over you, ranging from anger to betrayal to longing to happiness, before settling on confused.

"Derek," you found yourself muttering, your tone fused with disbelief.

What the hell was he doing back in Beacon Hills?

#teen wolf #isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #teen wolf imagine #isaac lahey imagine #twkosamh fic #reader insert #reader is a hale #reader is a stilinski #isaac lahey x you #my fic

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: all characters are over the age of 18! :)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

ENTP

Ravenclaw

Chaotic Good

Gemini Sun, Aries Moon, Aquarius Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・You’re light in not only Stiles’ life, but the whole group.

・They come to you when life feels too much.

・You’re there with the kettle on, ready to hear their problems and read their tea leaves

・There’s always an animal worming their way around your legs, either a cat or one of your dogs

・You adopt as many animals as you can, usually from Alan Deaton, the vet.

・Scott likes you because you bring a sense of calm to Stiles’ chaos

・And Stiles didn’t realise he had a crush on you until Scott pointed it out.

・You constantly have to bring Stiles back down to earth. His mind is constantly racing and thinking about the next problem

・Stiles couldn’t help but fall in love with you. You were always so kind to him. When everyone else thought he was ‘too much’, you couldn’t get enough

・ It was your smile that did it for Stiles. That sweet, sometimes mischievous smile.

・You originally thought Stiles was one of those sceptics that brushed the existence of magic as mere fiction

・But Stiles was the first one to believe in your witchcraft:

“We have werewolves, Banshees and god knows what else. A witch seems the most realistic.”

・When the group doesn’t have any leads, they come to you for help. It’s not easy being a witch. It uses a lot of energy. You can do locating spells, but it drains you a lot

・Stiles hates coming to you for help because he knows how much it physically costs you

・Some teenagers like to graffiti your home - but they can only do it once. You’ve cast a spell so whoever tries to do it again loses their ability to talk normally

・It also means you know who’s been doing it

・Because parents panic and news always travels around town, the graffiti is next to non-existent now (also because Stiles makes sure to clean it off before you notice)

・He can be very, very stubborn. And often thinks he knows what is best.

・But he’s also ... very honest. So you know when he’s lying (he’s so bad at it):

“Stiles...tell me the truth.”

“The truth is ... that ... I ... am...- okay god stop looking at me like that.”

・Likes cuddling A LOT. But is fussy, and if he can’t get perfectly comfortable, then he wants to be the little spoon.

・Is a really heavy sleeper, and whenever he stays over at your place he’s the last to wake up

・LOVES when you make his favourite food. Literally falls in love, not even being dramatic. His mind is like ‘this is the one. I’m keeping them.’

・Loyal to. a. fault. Will die for you, will do everything in his power to keep you safe and out of danger. That’s another reason why he doesn’t like getting you involved in the supernatural stuff.

・You know exactly what he’s thinking, because you can see it clearly on his face.

・ “Stiles, do you tell my secrets to Scott?”

“Ugh, not the really secretive ones?”

・Sheriff Stilinksi loves you, he thinks you’re great for Stiles. You make his chaos less ... chaotic. He was a bit apprehensive about your witchcraft at first, but then he had the same outlook as Stiles. “At least you’re not a ...hellhound or something.”

・Stiles NEVER fails to make you laugh

・You find the most random things in his car. Ducktape, a metal baseball bat, keys to many, many buildings, rope. You asked him if he had a first aid kit, since he had everything else, and his eyes glazed over.

“I KNEW I was forgetting something. God!”

・You make protection amulets for him, and give him crystals. He doesn’t understand but takes them wholeheartedly anyway

・His favourite crystals are labradorite (”because I like when it shines, duh”), malachite and blue tiger’s eye

・Vending machines are his mortal enemy and if he sees one he forbids you from using it (you use it anyway)

・Having weekly meals at his father’s place

・You were really really good friends with Allison, and her death was heavy for you.

・Adores going to metaphysical stores with you. He picked out a deck of tarot cards (wants to pay but you never let him. So he tries to gift you as many things as you’ll need, so he can buy them)

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: You’d think he would be very open with nicknames for you. But he’s very embarrassed by it. Not embarrassed of you, but of showing you verbal affection. After being in a stable relationship for a while, he would start calling you names like ‘sweetheart,’ or ‘honey’, especially when you weren’t listening to his warnings

𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆: Physical Touch and Words of Affirmation. He’s always on the go and can feel like you aren’t a part of his world. But you always make sure to leave little trinkets in his pockets or in his car.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:

Romantic Flight by John Powell

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:

Chaotic Dumbass (Stiles) x Oh God That’s My Chaotic Dumbass (You)

Gifts Rocks As Gifts x Takes The Rocks Without Question

Talks A Lot (Stiles) x Likes To Listen (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆:

It’s Always Been You

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michael-yagoobian · 2 years

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Illogical Reasoning Chapter 1: Migraines

Summary: Nina and Will Holmes have lived in Beacon Hills, California, for a little over a year by the start of their sophomore year of high school. In their time in the small town, Beacon Hills has always been quiet and boring. On the first day of school, the lower half of a Jane Doe is found in the woods; a Jane Doe that only Nina and Will seem to believe was murdered. Per their mother Imogen’s pleas, the twins agree to stick to the sidelines and let the police do their job, but it’s hard to do when every new development drags them closer and closer to the center of this case.

Hospital walls were something that Nina was familiar with by now, no matter which country she was in. To the detriment of her mother’s wallet, that meant the Beacon Hills Hospital was a second home to the teenager when her migraines became too much to handle. That morning, Nina and her mother were visiting that second home for the third time in one month after she had fainted in the kitchen and hit her forehead on the counter.

Melissa McCall flipped through notes on a clipboard. “Has your period been regular since we put you on birth control?” At the end of her first year of high school, Nina’s doctors wanted to test the theory that her migraines were hormonal, and she was given the pill. At Melissa’s question, Nina pursed her lips and remained silent. The older woman stared at her, unimpressed. “How many have you missed?”

“They’re tedious,” Nina replied.

With a light chuckle, Melissa shook her head. “I hear ya, sister. I know there haven’t been any documented health issues around skipping your period too much, but there haven’t been many long-term studies, either. It could be why you’ve been having more migraines this month. No more skipping. Got it?”

“Got it.” Nina sighed and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the familiar stab behind her brow. “Are you sure I can’t go to school today?” It was the first day of her second year at Beacon Hills High School, and she only had three afternoon classes after she commuted to Berkeley for the morning.

Melissa bit the side of her cheek and checked the clipboard again. “You don’t have a concussion, but I really think you should get some rest now, when your high school classes are starting easy. Berkeley started two weeks ago, right? How’s that going?”

She enjoyed her classes so far. Animal physiology was going to be easy considering she worked at the vet clinic, game theory was sure to be simple, and psychology of myth was her for-fun choice. The concept of the supernatural had always seemed far-fetched to her, and learning about how people created mythical creatures and stories would be interesting.

Nina’s mother was sitting in the hospital waiting area when Melissa and Nina walked out. Imogen Holmes immediately stood, rushing over to Nina. “How are you feeling, Darling?” Imogen asked, brushing the hair around her stitches back.

“They gave me pain meds, so fine.”

“I filed a prescription for the pharmacy down the road, so that should be ready in about ten minutes,” Melissa explained. “No concussion, but just to be safe I don’t want her driving this week, and you should come back next Monday so we can check up on you. Does that work?”

Imogen nodded. “Yes, thank you so much, Mel. Does Nina need to take today off of school?”

The nurse gave Nina a pointed look. “I think it would be best, but it’s ultimately Nina’s choice. If you do go to school today, say hi to Scott for me.”

~~~

“You fainted? Why the hell are you here?” Once Nina arrived at the school after missing her college classes, Danny had immediately joined her side, walking her down to her locker as the other students stared at the line of stitches on her temple.

“I didn’t get hurt, it looks worse than it actually is. Besides, if the birth control doesn’t work, I’m going to keep missing classes anyways. I don’t want to have to play catch-up for the first day.”

Danny shrugged, remembering her attendance record during their freshman year. “I heard Will almost hit someone in the parking lot this morning.”

She groaned, rolling her eyes. “I swear, he drives horribly just to make a point.” Her twin notoriously hated driving. Not just in America, either. He’d been awful at it back in England as well. That morning, Nina almost thought that he was going to faint when their mother handed him the car keys. If Will ended up making so much as a dent in the car, she would kill him.

At Nina’s locker, Lydia and Jackson were so kind to detach their mouths from one another to notice Nina and Danny approaching. A brunette that Nina didn’t recognize stood awkwardly to the side, doing her best to look anywhere but at the couple.

“What’s with the head wound?” Jackson asked, sneering at the stitches as soon as he saw her.

“It’s the new trend, would you like one to match?” Nina opened her locker door, conveniently hitting Jackson’s shoulder with it and forcing him out of the way. He responded with a lackluster ‘hah’ as she put her things away and got what she needed.

Lydia hummed, reaching up and brushing the hair around her stitches. “Come on, I’ll fix your hair so you can hide it. Allison?” Lydia turned to the brunette, who had been gawking at Nina’s injury while clutching the handle of her bag. Lydia grabbed both girls’ hands and dragged them to the restroom, leaving Jackson and Danny to talk about lacrosse tryouts. As soon as they were inside the empty restroom, Lydia spun on Nina, hands flying to her hair. “Are you alright? Did you faint again?”

“This morning. At least I don’t have a concussion,” Nina huffed. While she couldn’t turn her head, she panned her eyes over to look at Allison. “I’m Nina, by the way.”

She gave her a hesitant smile. “Allison. Do you, uh… faint a lot?”

Lydia turned Nina’s head, forcing her to look at the wall instead of Allison. “Not really. I have chronic migraines, it’s very rare for them to make me faint. What’s Washington like? I’ve never been.”

“How’d you know that?” Allison asked, her eyes wide as Lydia merely rolled hers.

“You have three different pins from the area. I’m assuming you lived there, or were you just travelling? Ow!” She hissed in pain and glared at Lydia, who muttered an unsympathetic ‘oops’ as she tugged at her hair.

“Both. My family moves around a lot. I liked Washington. That’s also really cool, that you noticed.” She was still awkward, but getting slightly more comfortable as the conversation progressed.

“See? She appreciates it,” Nina grumbled, her head moving as Lydia turned it once more.

Lydia only snorted. “Statistically, someone has to.” She finished her work and patted Nina’s head, turning to Allison. “Don’t mind her, she’s a know-it-all.”

“I still don’t understand how that’s an insult.” Nina assessed her new hairstyle in the mirror. It wasn’t horrible. “Thanks. Could I have a ride home after school? I’m not allowed to drive for the rest of the week.”

“Fine. If you don’t have a concussion now, being in the same car as Will when he's driving will definitely give you one.”

“Who’s Will?”

“Nina’s hot and annoying twin brother.”

Nina gagged. “He is not hot. He is annoying, though.”

“Whatever you say, Darling.” The three left the bathroom as it got closer to the starting time for class. “Are you coming to the party on Friday?”

“I would rather give myself a concussion.”

~~~

At the end of the school day, Nina and Will were both on their way to the lacrosse scrimmage. Her brother was being especially difficult ever since she’d told him he would have to find a ride or drive himself for the rest of the week. “Nurse McCall only suggested you don’t drive, she didn’t say you couldn’t. The last time I had to drive us home from school, the sheriff thought I was drunk.”

“And he let you off with a warning when he realized you’re just stupid,” Nina countered, opening the last door that led to the field. Early fall had her dressed in a light sweater, while the native Californians all sported hats and gloves to battle the cold. Will wore a denim jacket, one that Lydia would inevitably ask to borrow in an attempt to make Jackson jealous.

Will scoffed beside her as they walked across the field to the bleachers. “It’s hardly my fault. It’s not like we ever needed to drive in London.”

“And yet, I manage just fine.” She climbed up the seats and sat next to Lydia, Will sitting one seat below. “Any new people?”

Lydia, who was too preoccupied with the asses of the players to see any new faces or even register Nina’s question, only hummed in response. “I think they’re about to start,” Allison said to her with a smile. Her eyes flicked down to Will, who was pulling out a blue folder. “Hi, are you—”

“Yes.” Will looked up at Nina and opened the folder. “Who are your bets this year?” Last year, the twins made a rather lucrative business in betting on the players and games. They’d even gotten Coach Finstock in on it, not that the school board needed to be aware of that.

Nina glared at him. “Will, this is Allison. Allison, Will. She’s new.”

“Lovely. Bets?”

Allison laughed in disbelief. “Wow, Nina and Lydia were right. You are annoying.” Will only scoffed as Nina and Lydia laughed, handing Nina the spreadsheet as she quickly filled in her top players. Danny, Jackson, and Sanders. As she handed it back over to Will, Allison spoke again and pointed out into the field. “Who is that?”

“Number?” Will asked, quickly making a list of jersey numbers and the players.

“Eleven.”

Will snorted. “Bad choice. McCall was on the bench all last year.” The player in question was heading to the goal. Nina assumed Finstock put him there instead of Danny to possibly boost morale.

Rolling her eyes, Nina slapped Will on the back of the head. “That isn’t what she meant, idiot.” He turned and glared at her but Nina ignored him, looking at Allison instead. “His name is Scott McCall. I work with him. He’s nice, but Will’s right. Rubbish at lacrosse.”

As if on cue, Finstock blew his whistle, and Scott covered the sides of his helmet. Sanders, the first in line, took a shot at the goal. Just because Scott was on goal didn’t mean Sanders was going to go easy on him. The ball sailed through the air, unceremoniously nailing Scott right in the face. “See?” Will nodded to Scott, who was getting up from the ground. The next person in line didn’t wait for Scott to get ready as he threw the next ball, but just as it was about to fly past him and into the goal, Scott adjusted the goalie stick and caught the ball. He also caught the next three, with as much precision as Danny. “Huh. Never mind.”

Nina’s brow furrowed. Scott, the same guy that caused Nina and Deaton to put up a sign that said “___ days since last accident” due to him knocking things over, was playing like a pro. After that initial fumble with the whistle. Nina was more sensitive to sounds when her migraines got bad, but not to that extent.

There was a pause as Jackson cut to the front of the line. “Twenty says Jackson doesn’t make it,” Nina said, nudging Will’s shoulder with her knee. Lydia spun around to glare at her, to which Nina only shrugged. “If you’d like to take the bet to support him, by all means.”

“Yeah, Martin. Be a good girlfriend. We all know the money will be coming out of Jackson’s wallet, anyway.” Will sent Lydia an innocent smile as her glare focused on him.

Lydia pursed her lips, looking out onto the field as Jackson got ready. “Fine,” She huffed. “Put me down on your stupid spreadsheet.”

Will laughed, making a point of lifting his pen high in the air before scribbling out Lydia and Nina’s bet. “Yes, Ma’am.”

On the field, Jackson began running at the goal. Bobbing and weaving as though there were other players against him — Nina was tempted to roll her eyes at the dramatics — until he sprung up and swung the stick, sending the ball on path to the goal. It would have made it if anyone else had been goalie. Scott spun his net to the opposite side of where it had been, and the ball landed perfectly.

Everyone cheered, Lydia included, who actually stood to scream in support for the guy that beat her boyfriend and ousted twenty bucks. It was just to get back at Jackson, naturally, as she shoved the money in Nina’s hand as soon as she sat back down. “Not a word from either of you,” She ordered, staring out into the field.

~~~

At the tail end of her shift, Nina was in the process of sanitizing the examination table by the time Scott bothered to show up. “Don’t tell me being the new star of the lacross team means you’re going to start showing up late,” She mused, leaving the room and peeling her gloves off. Scott was cutting it close, but it wouldn’t have mattered even if he did get there late, as Will wasn’t there to pick Nina up yet.

Scott smiled at her apologetically. “Sorry, Nina. I lost my inhaler in the woods last night, I was busy looking for it.”

She paused from logging out of the computer to stare up at Scott. “Did you intend to tell me that you were in the woods around the same time the police found half of a body?”

His eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly. “I— I lost it before. I wasn’t looking for the body, or anything! I was just… in the woods. At night.”

“Isn’t that reassuring.” Nina stared at him for a beat, then rolled her eyes and stepped back once she was done with the computer, allowing Scott to log on. “Well, congratulations on finding her. I suggest investing the reward money in therapy.”

Tossing her backpack over her shoulder, Nina took her phone out and sent a quick text to Will, asking where the hell he was. “How did you know I found it— her?”

“Mud and blood on the shoes.” He looked down at his shoes, his eyes widening in realization. “I’m choosing to be optimistic and assume you only found her instead of being the one who murdered her.”

Scott’s head shot up from the computer screen to stare at her. “What? I just— what do you mean, murdered? She wasn’t murdered, I was att— I think she was just attacked, I heard a wolf when I was out there.”

Nina only snorted. “No, you didn’t.” Finally, Will pulled up to the clinic, parking over a line instead of in between them.

“I know what I heard—”

“The only wolves in this part of California are at the zoo, Scott. And none of them have somehow escaped in the past twenty-four hours.” She went to the door, pausing as she remembered the other thing on her mind. “Are you on drugs?” Nina asked, watching Scott’s reaction.

Scott only stared at her in confusion, his brow furrowed. “No. What do you mean?”

He didn’t appear to be lying. Scott had always been a bad liar anyway, not that he tried to very often. “Just checking. Try your best not to make a habit of traipsing the woods at night.”

Shaking his head, Scott huffed out a laugh and wished Nina a good night as she left the clinic.

~~~

For Nina’s “for-fun” pick of her college courses, Psychology of Myth was taking up a lot more of her time than she thought. They’d been in class for two weeks, one week longer than her high school, and she had a five page paper due on Sunday night. In honor of it being a full moon Friday, her professor decided to have the students write about werewolves. Nina’s thesis was on clinical lycanthropy and if it came from the myth, or vice versa. It was an opinion piece, but it still required academic sources and full citations. During the two hours she’d been at the public library, Nina had successfully written an outline and gathered enough sources, requiring every book in the mythology and folklore section related to werewolves. It was a larger section than she imagined the Beacon Hills Public Library would have, but at least it saved her the trouble of making Will drive all the way back to Berkeley.

While she was writing, Stiles Stilinski had entered the library and was staring at an empty shelf when Nina noticed and called him over. He sat across from her at the same table, taking the first book that was closest to him, and started flipping through.

It took about ten seconds before he finally got bored and looked up at her. “So, uh… Did you hear about the body?”

Nina spared him a glance, her eyebrow raised as she halted her typing. Who hadn’t? “The same body that Scott accidentally revealed you two had found?” She continued typing as he froze in the corner of her eye.

“He told you that?”

“No,” Nina answered, unable to help the small smile that crept up on her lips as she continued with her paper. “He told me that he found it, after he had accidentally revealed he was in the Preserve at the time.”

“So how’d you know I was there?”

This was too easy. Nina leveled him with an unimpressed look. “You just confirmed it.” He visibly deflated, guilty. “Why are you asking me about the body?”

Stiles looked around before leaning forward, forgetting that he had just confessed to searching for half of a dead woman. “Scott told me that you had said something about her being murdered. My dad said the medical examiner is leaning towards animal attack, since they found wolf fibers on the body. I wanted to know why you thought it was a murder.”

It was comforting to know the medical examiner was an idiot. Nina rolled her eyes. “What animal has the ability to slice someone in half? And wolf fibers? I just told Scott the other day that there are no wolves in this part of California. Furthermore, even if there were, wolves don’t hunt for sport. Why wouldn’t it have eaten at least part of her? Who the hell is the medical examiner?”

“Uh, I don’t know. Someone in San Francisco. Where did you get that information? It’s all classified.”

“Why would I tell the son of the sheriff? No offense.”

Stiles sighed, shrugging. “None taken. So, it was definitely murder?”

“Unless your father has extra classified information to prove otherwise,” She paused from typing to look back at Stiles with a smirk. “Or, It was a werewolf.” That one word seemed to set Stiles off, as he jumped in his seat and nearly fell to the ground, knocking a few books off of their shared table. The people surrounding the area turned to look. “Jesus, I was kidding! You don’t actually believe in werewolves, do you?”

“No!” The library patrons continued glaring at his outburst. “Uh, I mean, no,” He repeated. Gathering the books that had fallen to the floor and clutching them to his chest. “Is it alright if I take these? I have to go right now.”

What the hell was wrong with him? Nina watched him and nodded. “Yeah, I’m done with them.” Thinking that was the end of the conversation, she put her entire focus on her paper.

However, Stiles still stood at the table. “Hey, uh… I’ve been meaning to ask… does Lydia ever talk about me?”

There it was. The inevitable segue in conversation that came every time a boy talked to her. Nina rolled her eyes and refused to look at him. “Walk away, Stilinski.”

“Yep, absolutely.” To his credit, Stiles didn’t persist, immediately leaving her alone.

~~~

The following Monday, Nina found Scott and Stiles whispering quietly at the former’s locker. “Hey, Scott—”

“If you’re going to try and convince me to play the game for your and Will’s stupid betting pool, I don’t want to hear it,” Scott cut her off, already looking at her like she was an annoyance.

She did not have the time or energy for that. Sneering, Nina rested her hand on her hip. “I was going to ask you if you could cover my shift next Thursday. I have a group project and that’s the only time everyone else is available to meet.”

Scott let out a guilty sigh. “Right. Yeah, Nina, I can do that. Sorry.”

“Whatever.” Nina pulled her phone out and sent a quick text to Deaton, confirming the scheduling change. “Lydia did try to enlist me to convince you to play, but I told her if she didn’t shut up about it I’d dislocate your shoulder. Then both star players would be out of commission.”

Stiles’s brow furrowed. “You can dislocate a shoulder?”

“Would you like a demonstration?”

“I’m good, but that’s really thoughtful of you to offer.”

Nina sent Stiles a mock-innocent smile. “I’m nothing if not charitable. See you later, Scott.”

About to walk away, Scott reached out and grabbed her arm. “Wait! You, uh… you were right. About it being a murder. Be careful, okay?”

While Nina never usually cared about the context when people told her she was right, this case made her suspicious. “How do you know it’s a murder? What happened?”

Scott looked over at Stiles, who was shaking his head furiously. “It’s Derek Hale. We don’t have proof yet, but—”

“Derek Hale? He gave Allison a ride home from Lydia’s party. She said he was nice, just quiet.” She decided not to divulge that Allison was currently mad at her because Nina had said it was stupid for her to get in the car with an adult male stranger. She stood by it, but she wasn’t going to get into it with her coworker and his friend. “If he killed that woman, why would he scope out a high school party if he didn’t intend to hurt Allison?” Nina folded her arms over her chest, lifting her hand to bite down on her thumb nail. There could be countless reasons, given that nothing was known about the surviving Hales after the fire, save for the one that was still in a coma.

Scott merely shrugged. “I don’t know, just be careful.”

It was believable, as Scott didn’t know a lot. “Why do you think it’s him?”

“We can’t tell you,” Stiles cut in. “If Derek Hale offers you a ride home, just say no.”

Nina tilted her head to the side. “Really? After Allison’s review, I was thinking of hiring him as my personal chauffeur.”

Stiles mirrored her expression, also tilting his head. “Well, don’t do that.”

“Nina, seriously, just be careful,” Scott sighed, repeating the sentiment for the third time in their interaction.

“I’ll try my best,” She drawled, turning and walking away.

~~~

The first game of the season always had the highest turnout. It was one of Nina’s least favorite things about attending the games, but it also meant the highest cash turnout. “Jackson cornered me earlier today,” Will muttered to Nina as she sat down next to him on the bleachers. “He said that he’s telling all of the other players not to pass to McCall, so everyone that’s bet on him is about to lose out. I’m changing my bets before the game, do you want me to change yours as well?”

After Jackson’s injury, Nina and Will had both replaced him with Scott as their top three. It looked like Jackson was now retaliating against the threat to his status. Nina huffed in distaste. “No, if the both of us win big, people will throw a fit about us cheating. I’ll keep Danny, Scott, and Sanders.”

“If you insist.”

Eventually, Allison joined the twins with her father, and then Lydia sat down with them as well after threatening Scott. Not long after that, the ref blew the whistle, starting the game. Nina closed her eyes as the sharp noise reminded her of the headache she’d had all day, and put in her earplugs along with quickly swallowing some pain medication. The ear plugs only muffled the noise, so she could still hear everything around her. That included the shocked sounds when Jackson checked Scott, sending him to the ground as Jackson scooped up the ball and made the first goal of the game.

“Oh, that piece of shit!” Nina cursed, ignoring the mother that turned to glare at her as she covered her small child’s ears. Everyone else in the stands was cheering at the win, save for Nina and Will, the latter scribbling down the details of the goal.

The game continued, and at the start of the final quarter, they were down two points. The players gathered in their assigned spots, and Scott was hunched over when the ref went to check on him.

“Which one is Scott again?” Chris Argent asked.

“Eleven,” Will answered.

“Otherwise known as the only one who hasn’t caught a single ball this entire game,” Lydia continued.

Nina rolled her eyes. “It’s hardly his fault no one’s been passing to him. Plus, he’s also been the only victim of in-team violence.” Lydia hummed nonchalantly, and Nina turned around to glare at her friend. “If we lose this game because of your boyfriend’s one-sided dick measuring contest, I will kill him painfully and slowly.”

“If we lose this game because of my boyfriend’s one-sided dick measuring contest, I will kill him,” Lydia agreed with a smile. “But for now, Scott’s the only player hunched over on the field.”

“I hope he’s okay,” Allison muttered, her eyes trained on Scott.

“I hope we’re okay,” Lydia replied. “We need to win this.” With that, she stood, lifting another sign and forcing Allison to hold it with her.

The referee signaled the start of the final quarter, and the force of the two players starting with the ball sent it straight up in the air. Scott, no longer hunched over, used the shoulder of an opposing team member to launch himself in the air and catch the ball. Everyone yelled, including Nina, whose headache only worsened because of it. She found it to be worth it as Scott weaved between everyone on the other team, scoring a goal and only putting them one away from tying.

Another miracle occurred as the opposing team passed Scott the ball, and he scored once again. It was hard to tell from the distance, but it looked like he had ripped through the goalie’s net. Once he got the final and winning goal, the initial joy Nina had felt was now shifting to confusion. How did Scott do all of those gymnastics with asthma?

#stiles stilinski x oc #stiles stilinski x reader #teen wolf #teen wolf oc #teen wolf reader insert #Stiles Stilinski #scott mccall #lydia martin #allison argent #jackson whittemore

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secret santa 🎅

Isaac Lahey who works at a Christmas tree farm 👀

I was kicking my feet with excitement as soon as you sent this.

It had been a long shift, and there were only so many Christmas songs that could be played on repeat before it began to drive a person mad. Isaac was cold through, his leather jacket not quite enough to keep him comfortable as he showed people around the farm, helping them pick out the perfect tree for their home.

He wasn't in a bad mood exactly, but as the day dragged on he wasn't exactly joyful. His feet hurt, and so did his cheeks as he forced a smile to everyone that walked by him. Every "happy holidays!" spoken in his direction was met with the same grin and a gentle wave, and at first it had felt honest, but now it was more like an act. He wanted to be at home, in the warmth of his bed, not surrounded by people.

That was of course, until you showed up. He didn't know why you made him nervous, or if the zoo bustling about in his stomach was rather a bad meal from earlier instead of the so called butterflies, but he felt something when he saw you. Something good.

"Hey!" you waved cheerily as you approached him. You were approaching him. oh god. "I want the best Christmas tree on this farm, where would I find that?"

Isaac was stuck for a minute, staring, until he saw a familiar face by your side. Lydia Martin, the redhead sending him a knowing look.

"Well, how big is your living room?" Isaac asks, trying not to sound as though he's scrambling for words.

"Average living room size I believe." there is a laugh with the words and Isaac grins at the sound of it. It's better than any of the Christmas music he's heard over the past month. Sweet sounding and hopeful.

"Right this way." Isaac leads you and Lydia off to some of the tallest trees, and watches as you look up at each one, inspecting them as though the decision is of the greatest importance. It is important to you that you find the perfect tree for your home. One's Christmas tree can make or break the Christmas spirit of those invited over, you believe.

"What'd you think of this one Lydia?" You ask your redheaded friend, who already has her own tree at home and isn't much interested in the outing. What she is interested in however, is the current presence of Isaac Lahey, in particular the way he is looking at you.

"It's a nice tree, a little the small side though." She glances to Isaac, "What are your thoughts?"

"My thoughts?" Isaac startles, eyes flickering between the two girls before him and the tree beside you all. "I think it's a tree—a good tree. Tall." He doesn't know exactly why you're having this effect on him, but he can tell Lydia is enjoying the show. She always did like to watch people squirm.

You're smiling, now not at the tree, but at him. "It is tall," you agree, "But is it tall enough?"

"Well you've gotta make sure you can still decorate the top of it, you don't want it to be too tall." He's slowly sliding back into normality, back into doing his job. He's watching you, and you're watching the tree. The slow nod of your head and the squint of your eyes tells you're deep in thought about this and when you finally turn back to him you seem uncertain.

"Are you sure it's tall enough?" you ask, knowing Lydia's opinion is different to your Christmas tree guide's. You have a step ladder for the tall parts of the tree to make decorating easier but you think if you go any taller it won't be of much use. Still, a tall tree is a good tree.

"Trust me," Isaac smiles, "it's tall enough."

And the crazy thing was you did trust him, and soon enough you were transporting the tree to the car. Lydia was only a little upset that you hadn't taken her opinion on board, but she was more so intrigued by the way Isaac stopped you before you could get into the car. He called your name, of which he had recently learnt from hearing Lydia speak to you, and jogged up to your side.

"Hey, I wanted to ask you something." His breath comes out in a fog from the cold, his cheeks tinted a light pink, and the look on confusion on your face is masked by the sweet smile you'd shown him before.

"Yeah?" you seem to know where this is going, courtesy of a glance from Lydia on the other side of the car.

"I was wondering if I could get your number? Maybe we could get a coffee sometime, if you're interested?" He's nervous, but trying not to be. Playing it cool is his specialty, or at least he thought it was. Now he's not so sure.

A gentle laugh leaves your lips, but not in a mocking way. You're glowing, sunlight covering you, though that could just be his imagination. "Sure, I'd love to." You pull out your phone and Isaac does the same with his own, and the exchange of digits is fast.

"I'm Isaac by the way." Isaac extends a hand to you after you've put your phone away, and you take it, giving his hand a firm shake.

"Pleasure doing business with you, Isaac. I'll see you soon." You let go of his hand and send him a wink before opening the passenger side door to the car.

"Yeah, see you soon." Isaac parrots back as you slide inside, the car starting as you go to leave the farm. It had been a long shift, but Isaac felt hopeful now, and as another Christmas song began to play over the speaker, he decided to sing along.

I hope you like it Gillian, Merry (late) Christmas!

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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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