#the first gif is isaac telling scott erica and boyd are leaving and that he doesn't know if he's gonna go (ft. erica and boyd leaving)

[bericas]

I guess the end is here.

#berisaacedit #twedit #lyricsongifs #berisaac #twpolyamory #LETS HEAR IT FOR MY BESTIES #i love them sm #the first gif is isaac telling scott erica and boyd are leaving and that he doesn't know if he's gonna go (ft. erica and boyd leaving) #and then the second gif is isaac in the ice bath remembering finding erica's body #and then the third gif is all three of them overlayed with only two of them; the wave crashed. it's melting. erica is only the first to go #and then the fourth gif is boyd trying to fight the alphas the same way erica did. arguably trying to get himself killed. #and then the last gif is isaac watching boyd die. obviously. that one's pretty straight forward #but some of these i thought were kinda vague so i wanted to clear them up<3 #*

[heliads]

Hi I hope you’re doing well! Can I request a Derek Hale imagine where the reader is Derek’s beta then after Boyd and Erica dies, and Isaac leaves, reader tells/assures him that they’ll never leave him even when he’s not an alpha anymore. Thank you!

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Derek Hale is alone when you finally manage to find him. Technically, you’ve had a guess as to where he’s been for a while, but you haven’t really wanted to see this moment until now. Some tender spark of guilt wraps itself around your throat, tearing you down from the inside out. You may not be the ones who left, but you still feel bad about all of this.

It’s not that you’ve tired of Derek’s company, not like the rest. It’s just that, well, you don’t know how to make all of this better, and to you, that’s almost the same as making it worse. If you can’t turn Derek’s resolutely grim stare into something that almost could be happiness, then what is the point of you? You certainly can’t figure that out.

Maybe Derek can, though, because you can hear his heart rate pick up slightly the second you open the door to his apartment. The lights are all off, although the night is still sufficiently far away that an adequate amount of sunlight can brighten the place up. The sun is there, if you look for it, not quite hidden behind a bay of clouds. It reaches through the windows, running over floor panels and walls until you’re forced to see its brilliance.

Even then, this whole place still feels abandoned and alone. You can see, sure, but that doesn’t make it any less dark or gloomy. Derek is sitting on the ground at the far side of his living room, leaning against the wall as he stares out the floor to ceiling windows. You wonder what he’s looking for, if he thinks that with all his enhanced sight he’ll be able to witness his own wolves leaving the pack.

That’s why you’re here, after all, because you’ve heard that the last of them have finally left. Erica was the first to die, lucky girl, then Boyd, lonely no more. Those hurt more than anything; you could feel Derek’s grief carving at your skin like knives. That was supposed to be the end of the loneliness. The rest of Derek’s pack were supposed to close their gates, shoulder up for the coming storm and pretend that no one else mattered.

That’s what Derek has taught you, at any rate. He’s shown you what it’s like to be alone, how much one person matters when it means saving you from the relentless solitude. Derek expected Erica and Boyd to be the last ones to leave, even if his conscience warned him that Isaac would go as well. He’s not used to kindness, not after all of his years here. The same sentiment applies to almost everyone else.

Still, Isaac is gone now. He was on the fence for a while now, hanging around more and more often with Scott McCall’s pack as if he could switch teams like a star player. Derek didn’t mind it then; Isaac was still his beta, and could be called back to Derek’s side if the situation so required it. Knowing that members of your pack are in town is a lifesaver, a painkiller for the suffering. You can feel their heartbeats somewhere across the streets, you know that you are not alone.

Neither you nor Derek have that salvation now. Losing Allison took the last of Isaac’s heart from him, and he can’t stand to be in this same place without her. Derek may have given him a new purpose in giving him the bite, but Allison made it all worthwhile. At the end of the day, Allison Argent was the reason Isaac stood up and took a punch, and without her, who could he possibly be?

You were there to watch Isaac’s plane take off. Derek was too, although he didn’t show up with you. You’re fairly certain that he spoke to his beta before Isaac left. You don’t know the exact words spoken, but you can imagine that it was something along the lines of a final goodbye and one last offer for the younger boy to stay. Isaac isn’t used to getting help, even after all this time; he would have left without another word.

Derek, too, always an island, wouldn’t have spared the blond boy much of his sympathy, at least not to his face. After the plane took off, you could feel the surge of emotion building in Derek’s throat, the sheer pain of losing yet another member of his pack. Isaac might have been Derek’s favorite, he was kind in a way that Derek hadn’t managed to be in a long time. At the end of the day, Derek looked at Isaac and could barely see himself, and that’s what he liked the most.

Your favorite Hale is alone now, alone except you. You’ve wondered if you would leave at some point, too, if Derek would want a fresh start after everything. You like Beacon Hills too much to leave, though. Besides, you like Derek too much as well. The second you try to think about life without him, it’s as if your entire mind shuts down. No, you won’t be leaving Derek.

That isn’t to say that Derek won’t be leaving you, though. You can feel Derek’s walls rebuilding themselves even as they crumble to ash. He doesn’t like being alone, it reminds him of a certain fire, a certain pack destroyed. Every time he tries to make a life for himself, a pack to make him feel like he won’t be damned to constant loneliness, something comes around to stop it. Derek has always been a fighter, but you can’t help but wonder if this might be the one incident that finally takes the last of his spirit, and snuffs him out like a flame.

That’s why you’re here, in part, to see if Derek is any more than a broken shell. He won’t show this side of himself to anyone else, because appearances still are everything even if that runs contrary to anything he has ever told you, but it’s true.

You walk further into the apartment, seeing him at last. You’ve been hearing him for quite some time, the exhausted rattle of his breath, the melancholy beat of his heart, but at last he’s here before you. Derek raises his head to stare at you, green eyes so pale they almost seem clear.

“Are you leaving too?” He asks, voice somewhat cynical.

You shake your head, crossing the room until you stand only a few paces away. “No. I wanted to see if you were.”

Derek chuckles, and you realize that he has a glass bottle at his side, half full. Werewolves can’t get drunk, but you can’t blame Derek for trying again. Who hasn’t, when faced with a future like this?

“The Hales are too connected to Beacon Hills for me to leave. I couldn’t go anywhere else if I tried.”

Neither of you ask if he has tried before, you’re almost certain that he has. In a way, getting a new pack was Derek’s attempt at it, like keeping a new family around would convince him that he’s somewhere except this endless graveyard. In the end, it didn’t work. Nothing ever does. Time comes and goes, and the wolves always stay where they are. So much for that story about lone wolves always dying off; no one’s safe, not even those in packs.

You shake your head. “There are more types of leaving than just packing your bags.”

Derek lets out a slow breath, then gestures for you to take a seat next to him. You do so without hesitating, and stretch out on the floor next to him, staring out the windows. It’s a wonderful view, although you don’t think Derek’s noticed it for a while.

After a minute or two, Derek speaks again. “Why haven’t you left?”

Everyone else has, he means. In truth, you don’t really have a good explanation outside of what feels right to you, and this does. You tell him as much.

Derek tilts his head to the side, considering this as he continues to stare at the setting sun. The golden light cascades over him, drenching his hair in gold. It drips from him, this liquid brightness, highlighting nothing but how changed he is from the man you used to know. This is a ghost of somebody you once knew, scarcely more than a memory. Maybe Derek already has left, the last of his ambitions gone with Isaac on that plane.

“This feels right, then? All of our friends leaving without a thought for us?”

You can see Derek’s lips purse as he asks the questions, already regretting the coldness of his tone. If he thinks that a few sharp words are all it takes to convince you to go, though, he’s more wrong than he thinks.

“They did what feels right for them. What feels right for me is staying to protect this town. Enough happens here that I couldn’t leave in good conscience. Also, I happen to like the people who stayed. I’m not leaving them either.”

Derek glances at you at last, tearing his gaze away from the town unfurling before him. Is he looking for his future in the plain of your brow, the curve of your cheekbones? You don’t know if he sees what he wants, but it appears to be good enough for him, because he keeps looking, again and again until you think he must be able to see every facet of your soul.

“And what about me? An alpha without a pack. Why would you stay for me?” He asks. It’s not done out of pity, in some search for compliments, but out of genuine curiosity.

You have an answer, you always do. “You stayed for me a long time ago. You gave me the bite when I needed it most. That was a lifesaver, Derek, even if you didn’t realize it. I don’t care if you started this pack because you wanted the power, it was still everything to me. I’m not going to leave if I could return the favor.”

He nods slowly. “You already are everything to me.”

You laugh, the sound bittersweet. “What, because I’m the last one standing?”

Derek shakes his head once. “You always have been.”

You tilt your head back, then realize what he means. “Ah.” 

A quiet sigh.

This is it, then. This is why he’s been truly upset. Losing Erica, Boyd, and Isaac cut like a blade, that much is obvious. It’s hurt you, and you weren’t even their alpha. What Derek Hale has feared most, though? That’s what he thought he saw when you first walked into his apartment. He has faced hunters, death, impossible odds a thousand times, but the thing that scares him the most is the thought that you would leave him too.

All this, and you still smile back at him. “I’m not going anywhere, Derek. I promise.”

A corner of his mouth tugs up. “You know, you really shouldn’t make promises like that. It’s just tempting fate.”

You stand by your words. “Let fate do what it wishes. I don’t intend on breaking that promise.”

Derek cocks his head to the side. “And what if you do?”

You return his stare, as resolute as always. “Then I suppose you’ll have to come find me.”

Derek smiles at last. “I can do that.”

You don’t know how long it will take for the weight of Isaac’s departure to leave you, nor the grief of losing Erica and Boyd. You do know that Derek will be able to handle it, though, as will you. You’ll do it the way you always have, the way you’ve fought hunters and supernatural threats and everything else that threatens to ruin you: together.

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[plus-size-reader]

Panic

Isaac Lahey x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2591 words

Warnings: anxiety? 

Summary: Reader gets freaked out when she thinks they're hurting Isaac and they find out its because he's her anchor. (Inspired by 3x02)

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You didn’t have a problem at first.

Erica and Boyd were gone and if there was anything that any of you could do to find them, you knew that you had to. If you didn’t track them down soon, something awful was going to occur and that couldn’t happen.

You couldn’t lose anymore people.

So, when Deaton suggested some kind of ice bath to figure out where they were, you weren’t opposed. In theory, it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal and given all the times that Dr.Deaton had helped you out in the past, you didn’t question it.

Until you found out that they were planning on nearly killing Isaac.

For some reason, as soon as you were in that back room, with that ominous tub filled to the brim with freezing cold water, you could hardly breathe.

It was too much.

As soon as he got into the water, you could tell that something wasn’t right but that feeling only grew when he started thrashing around and doing everything he could to get out, his eyes glowing yellow and teeth bared.

“Stop! You have to stop” you started, the words weak as they left your throat, panic rushing through you at the thought of what they were doing.

No one moved, only increasing the constricting in your chest, your hands closed so tight that you feared you may actually shred the flesh of your palms with your claws.

They were going to kill him, and everyone else didn’t even seem to care besides you. It didn’t make any sense. Were they really just going to stand here and watch him freeze to death? Or drown?

“You’re killing him!” you screamed, worried that if you didn’t do something, Derek would drown Isaac in a desperate attempt to find out where the others were.

Not that it really mattered because you were almost entirely convinced no one was listening, until finally, Deaton spoke.

“Get her out of here!” Deaton decided, urging whoever was closest to get you somewhere else until they were finished. If they weren’t able to finish this, it would all be for nothing and if you couldn’t be calm enough to be here, you were going to have to leave.

Isaac had agreed to everything that was happening, and he was fine.

They couldn’t stop everything just to prove it to you.

Scott was the first to move, perfectly aware that as much as he didn’t want to leave Isaac’s side, you weren’t going to leave with anyone else.

As long as Isaac was under that ice cold water, you were just going to have to deal with him.

After all, if anyone had any hope at calming you down, it was him.

“Come on Y/N. Let's get you outta here” he suggested, forcefully taking your arm and leading you out of the room. You put up a hell of a fight, just like he knew you would, but as soon as you saw his eyes glowing amber, you settled down pretty well.

No amount of anxiety could combat his abilities, besides, deep down, you knew that Scott would never let anything happen to Isaac.

He didn't speak again until he was sure that you were calm, sitting down on the front step of the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic.

The cool night air was doing a good job at keeping  you relaxed, and your blood wasn’t boiling quite as much as it had been.

At the very least, Scott could talk to you now.

“Are you alright?” he hummed, bumping your leg with his foot, just to make sure that you were still here with him. He could only imagine how hard it was for you to see Isaac like that, in what could certainly become a life threatening situation.

Since you had come here, and joined Scott’s ‘pack’, no one had made quite the impact on you that Isaac had.

It was clear that he was important to you, but no one realized just how much he meant to you until right now. The way you had panicked seeing him there, unconscious under the water, you were inconsolable.

He had never seen you like that.

Not even when you were completely out of control.

“He’s safe, isn’t he?” you clarified, your breath still as rigid and shaky as it had been as soon as you saw Isaac in that ice bath. You weren’t even sure what it was about it that struck you so bad, but you didn’t like it.

All you knew was that you didn’t like it.

Scott nodded, a small smile on his face at just how much this whole thing meant to you. In a strange way, it was sort of sweet that you were so worried about what happened to him.

For a guy who didn’t think he had anyone in the world, he certainly had one person who would have done anything for him.

“Then I’m fine” you hummed, a new sort of calm washing over you as you decided to believe him. As long as Scott knew that Isaac was going to be okay, you didn’t have any reason to worry.

It was when he started worrying that you had to be scared.

“I’m sorry about this whole thing, I usually have control over it. I just freaked out” you sighed, running your hands over your face as you tried to figure out what had come over you. Now that you were out here, it was fading but not gone.

That pull to him, that panic that filled you as soon as he was in any kind of danger. It was like being away from him physically hurt you, it just didn’t feel right, no matter what.

It was driving you crazy.

You had never felt like that before, not ever, but since you met him, it was like it was all you could think about.

Not that it was entirely your fault.

You weren’t familiar with the concept of an anchor of course, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t have one. Thankfully, Scott knew enough about it for the both of you, and it was about time that you realized just what was happening to you.

“It’s okay, it isn’t your fault” Scott hummed, his voice filled with the normal level of support and care that you were used to.

He really was good at this.

“Do you know what an anchor is?”

You didn’t, but thankfully, Scott had more than enough time to fill you in.

Granted, every word he said was insane.

The idea that you and Isaac were linked somehow didn’t make any sense, and really, you weren’t sure that you believed it. After all, it had to have been the most outlandish thing that you’d ever heard in your life.

...but you didn’t think he was lying to you either.

He had no reason to lie, and even if he did, it was just too close to a realistic explanation. 

The idea that there was a werewolf-related reason for you to be so attached to him kind of made you feel better, as weird as it was.

At least that explained why you were powerless to actually do anything about it.

“I’m gonna go check on them” Scott decided, eventually standing to head back inside once he was sure that he’d said all there was to say. Giving you some time to process everything that was going on couldn’t hurt.

Besides, if Isaac wasn’t out of the water by now, he wasn’t going to just bring you back in. You had calmed down a little but as soon as you saw him like that again, the panic would come back.

It  would all be for nothing, and he hadn’t gone through all this for nothing.

You could come in once everything was said and done and he was okay.

Which, thankfully, didn’t take too long, because neither Scott nor Deaton was all too convinced that you would stay outside for much longer.

After all, that nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach was only getting stronger and stronger as the minutes ticked by and it was only a matter of time before you made your way back to his side.

Not that you could be blamed, because apparently it wasn’t up to you.

Nothing felt like it was up to you anymore.

~

Eventually, you decided that you’d had enough of the distance, and after double checking to make sure that you could handle it, you stood to go back into the vet Clinic.  

It seemed like the only good thing to come out of Scott telling you about your relationship to Isaac was that you felt like you had some control over the way you felt, at least, as far as this was concerned.

He could handle it.

Scott wouldn't have let him get in that ice if he couldn’t, and all you could do now was hope that this whole thing was close to over.

Which, thankfully, it was.

By the time you got back into the heat of it, Isaac was out of the tub, a towel thrown around his shoulders as he tried to combat the dropping in his temperature. 

Even with his enhanced healing, his body was taking a while to bounce back.

To be fair, they had nearly killed him just now.  

“You doing okay, Y/N?” Scott hummed, the first to speak after he noticed you there in the entryway, clearly trying to gauge how  you were holding up.

He wasn’t shocked by how you reacted at first, but now that Isaac was back in the land of the living, he wasn’t sure how you were going to react. You had just learned quite a bit about him while he was out, after all.

Things that he didn’t even know.

You only nodded, doing everything you could to let him know that you were going to be okay, though you couldn’t force your eyes away from Isaac’s shivering frame. 

Deep down, you knew he was going to be okay, but seeing it for yourself felt different.

It was like a wave of relief nearly knocked you off your feet.

You didn’t know what to say, all you knew for sure was that you’d never been so happy to see someone in your life.

“Why don’t we take a second to regroup, then we can discuss what can be done about Boyd and Erica?” Deaton suggested, sharing a knowing look with both Scott and Derek, who could clearly see what was going on as well as he could.

In fact, the only person who remained perfectly clueless to the things unfolding around him was Stiles, who stood as stuck in his place as ever, until Scott ushered him out with the rest of them, leaving you and Isaac alone.

Given everything that you two had just gone through, he was sure there was something you wanted to say.

The least he could do was give you a couple minutes to work it out.

Besides, it wasn’t like anyone was going to figure out right where the Alpha’s were keeping Erica and Boyd in the next fifteen minutes.

You could spare this time, and then hopefully, both you and Isaac could actually use the connection between you to actually benefit the pack, instead of just hovering around one another in confused silence like you normally did.

A silence that was currently holding all of your attention as you tried to figure out what you were supposed to say to him.

Now that it was just the two of you here, it felt like there was both everything and nothing to be said at once.

You just weren’t sure which would be better.

“Are you okay? Scott mentioned you were having a hard time” Isaac spoke first, hoping that he could get you to elaborate. There was clearly something that was bothering you but when he tried to get Scott to tell him, he wouldn’t.

All he kept saying was that he could ask you himself when you came back in.

“I guess so. I’m just glad you’re alright” you allowed, a small shrug tugging at your shoulders as you tried to keep this as casual as you could. You didn’t just want to come out and tell him that he was your anchor.

What if he didn’t know? What if he didn’t want to be?

You had no idea how you would deal with something like that.

“Me too. I was worried about you, when I was under” he hummed, his words far more muted now than the previous ones. 

He just wasn’t sure how you would react, but the truth was that he heard you, at least, parts of what you’d said.

...and it scared him.

Knowing that you were out there, in so much distress, and he couldn’t do anything about it forced something up from the pits of Isaac’s stomach that he’d never felt before.

It was more fear and anxiety than he was used to, even living with his dad.

He just wanted to check on you, but he knew that he couldn’t. As much as he wanted to make sure you were alright, he knew that finding Erica and Boyd was more important.

Besides, just as you trusted Scott to take care of Isaac, he trusted Scott to make sure you were alright.

You had to be.

“It was like I could feel how much you needed help” he sighed, now taking his turn to shrug as he did his best to make sense of something that wasn’t really meant to make all that much sense in the first place.

Like everything else you’d learned since becoming a werewolf, it would just take time to accept.

“-How much I needed you” you corrected, sure that was what he was going to say before he decided against it. 

By this point, you were both thinking the same thing, feeling the same thing, you just weren’t sure who was going to say it first.

Thankfully, there was no true awkwardness between you and Isaac.

It was much more akin to a comfortable uncertainty, as you both fought yourselves on what you knew was happening. Which, you chalked up to having everything to do with the bond you shared.

“Yeah, that too” Isaac confirmed, a slight smile on his handsome face as he realized that you were right. The entire time he was trying to fight the urge to leave everything he was doing behind to make sure you were okay.

At least for a moment, he forgot everything else except for you, and now that he was thinking about it, that wasn’t the first time it had happened.

It happened a lot, for both of you.

Every time he got too out of control on the full moon and felt his control slipping away, he thought about you and heard your voice in his head. 

It was one of the only things that could calm him down, even when he woke up with nightmares in the middle of the night.

You were the only thing he always had, and you both knew what it meant.

This whole time Isaac thought that his anger toward his father was the thing keeping him in control but that wasn’t the case at all. Clearly, there was something so much stronger than his hate, the real focus of his attention.

You.

You were his anchor.

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too many memories - isaac lahey x y/n [part 1]

Part 2

Summary: y/n and Isaac have been inseparable after Allison’s death. But a late-night phone call revealing Allison to be alive makes things complicated for them.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of death

A/N: Allison is alive in this fic; I don’t know how and I don’t really care. A good ole angst for ya ;)

word count: 1017

“Okay, let me get this straight,” he says while tracing shapes on her arm, “I never said I actually wanted to move to Japan.”

Y/N turns around in his bed to face him and his stupid smile. “Then why are you practically begging to convince me?”

“Because,” he presses a kiss on her forehead “if I were to move there, I’d like to have you with me.” She smiles sleepily and closes her eyes. “I’ll admit, it does sound nice.” She sighs. “But I think we can rethink the location.”

Isaac flips her on her back, hovering over her. “Okay. What about… Russia?” he asks while kissing her neck. She shuts her eyes once again. “Too cold. What’s wrong with Beacon Hills?” His lips stop moving for a brief moment, “There are too many memories here.” He mutters before going back to kissing down her neck. “Surely you’d be cool with France. Or maybe Italy.” She tries to let go and keep enjoying his kisses, but his words get distant and her body gets numb.

Too many memories here. She knows exactly what he means. His first lacrosse game, how they celebrated their win; becoming friends with Erica and Boyd; boys’ nights with Scott and Stiles; Melissa cooking dinner for him and Scott; kisses they shared with Allison. The freezer; Boyd being impaled by Derek; Allison dying in Scott’s arms. She could remember how betrayed Isaac seemed as the girl he loved bled out in front of him. She remembers how hard she struggled to not go up to him right there and try to comfort him. The months following Allison’s death, trying to help Isaac feel at least a tiny bit better, Isaac finally opening up to her…

She thinks back to all the time they spent after Allison died, the first time they kissed in Stiles’ Jeep, him renting a tiny apartment, his first apartment… She hates to admit it, but sometimes she feels grateful that it was Allison that died that night. Not her, not Scott, not anyone but Allison. She knows it’s petty and gross to think that way, and every time that thought crosses her mind, she tries to shift her focus on something else.

“-and maybe we could go bowling afterwards?” Isaac asks as he lifts his head from her collarbones to look at her face. “Yeah, I’m down.” She replies, not sure about the first part of the plan and not really caring. “Okay so I’ll text Scott and you’ll convince Lyd-“ his sentence is cut off by his phone buzzing on his bedside table, illuminating the dark room.

“It’s Scott. I should pick it up.” He says while rushing out the bed. She sits up curiously, pulling the bedsheets on her and watches Isaac.

“What happened? Is there something wrong?” he asks with a worried look on his face. The expression quickly fades away to one she can’t read, and it worries her that Isaac walks out the door and closes the door behind him.

I wish I had let Peter bite me, she thinks and gets up from the bed just in case. It was near 2 in the morning, it most likely meant Scott needed help and she wanted to be alert if he came in and told her to follow him. She could still hear his muffled voice, but couldn’t figure out a single word. She puts on her shoes and starts pacing around the room. She looks at the digital clock on his table, 1:47. What could have happened? Is Lydia okay? She contemplates texting her, or Stiles, or Derek. 1:55. She can’t hear him anymore. Is he in the bathroom? She didn’t hear him go in. Would he leave without telling her what’s going on?

She decides to leave the room and see for herself, her anxious thoughts consuming her. Did something terrible happen?

“Isaac?” she calls out as she peeks her head through the bathroom and makes her way to the kitchen when she sees it’s empty. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table, his head in between his hands. She rushes to the table and as she’s about to ask what Scott said, he lifts his head. His eyes are red and puffy from crying, so she closes her mouth and steps closer to him to embrace him.

“She’s alive. Allison.” He says, making Y/N stop in her tracks. She knows she should be happy; no one is hurt and her friend is back from the dead, but Isaac would know so she doesn’t bother. She feels her fingers get colder, and mutters an “Oh,” as Isaac lowers his gaze, “how?”

He shakes his head “They don’t know yet,” their eyes meet, “they are trying to figure it out.” She wants to ask how he feels about it, how Scott sounded or anything that didn’t make her look so selfish, but her lips betray her.

“Does that mean I have to leave?”

Isaac pauses for half a second, half a second too long that makes her understand what he wants to say. Her stomach sinks, the lump in her throat makes her feel like she’s choking on air and her eyes sting as his beautiful lips part to tell an even more beautiful lie, “No. Of course not, Y/N.”

For a moment she believes it could work. They could pretend. They could move to Japan and keep doing… this. But the look in his eyes make it painfully clear that as longs as he knows Allison is out there they can never be the same. They can’t pretend. She lets out a small, breathy chuckle while a single tear escapes her eye.

“We don’t have to lie to each other Isaac.” She looks into his eyes, glistening with tears.

She expects him to tell her to stay, or that he meant it. She stares at his lips, for what feels like hours, and just like ripping a band-aid he chokes out “I can drop your stuff tomorrow, if you’d like.”

#isaac lahey x y/n #isaac lahey #isaac lahey angst #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey x you #teen wolf angst #teen wolf fanfiction #isaac lahey imagine #jackson whittemore #allison argent #erica reyes #vernon boyd #stiles stilinski #melissa mccall #teen wolf #scott mccall #lydia martin #derek hale #beacon hills

[niallloverontheloose]

'True Alpha' My Ass

You know, it would be nice to see more “Scott Gets Kicked Out of The Pack”  fics where it happens for reasons that match up with actual canon, AKA that Scott McCall is a toxic, abusive asshole and no one wants him around except maybe Stiles, because abusive friendships are hard to end.

"Scott McCall gets kicked out of the pack”  fic but he gets kicked out for any combination of the following canon reasons:

- stalking Allison 

- harassing Allison

- forcing Allison to go out with her stalker just to get Alison's mom off his back 

- patronising Allison and yelling at her in the middle of a crowded club 

- lying to Allison about her mother's death 

- trying to manipulate/emotionally blackmail Allison into getting back with him 

- creeping on Allison in the shower and throwing her against her bedroom's door 

- assaulting Stiles just because he had the audacity to put Allison and innocent people's life, safety and well being above Scott's jealous fits and temper tantrums ("Why are you trying to ruin my perfect life!?" ) 

- making out with Lydia, his rival's girlfriend and the girl his best friend liked, and then painting her as a bitch in heat just to stroke his own fragile ego and prove that he can have any girl he wants now that he's popular 

- using Danny (a gay POC) to get Coach off his back so that he could dance and smooch with Allison at prom 

- violating Derek and then boasting about it in front of his own victim ("Because you may be an Alpha, but you are not mine!" )

- claiming the Hales deserved to be burnt alive by the hunters in front of Derek Hale and his comatose uncle ("They Had A Reason!" ) 

- stealing the Hales' money for himself 

- framing Derek for murder (twice) just so that he can be free to play lacrosse, stalk the new girl on campus and endanger people's life to his heart's content 

- mocking Erica's trauma and epilepsy 

- mocking Isaac and calling him an idiot for wanting the Bite to defend himself from his abusive father 

- assaulting Jackson out of jealousy 

- assaulting Danny during lacrosse practice 

- cheating his way into first line 

- violating other people's boundaries, bodily autonomy and consent whenever it benefits him 

- plotting and conspiring with Gerard Argent behind everyone's back against Derek and his Pack 

- conspiring with Deucalion (Boyd & Erica's murderer) behind everyone's back just to assassinate Tracy and Josh, two innocent chimera victims 

- taking full advantage of his position of power and authority and assaulting Isaac (repeatedly) due to his own pathological jealousy and possessiveness 

- deciding everyone should keep Lydia in the dark about everything for 2 seasons and only telling her anything when they absolutely have to

- Scott's borderline creepy "I know we are going to be together"  speech when Allison wanted to dump his toxic ass 

- throwing Derek, Boyd, Isaac and Erica under the bus every time they were on screen during Season 2

- using, trying to control, belittling, gaslighting, victim blaming and dehumanising Stiles (the neurodivergent hero who kept risking his own life to save Scott's and everyone's ass without ever asking for anything in return) throughout the whole series 

- blackmailing Derek and threatening to leave him in his rapist's clutches unless Derek did exactly what Scott wanted, AKA protect him and Allison and kill Peter on Scott's behalf 

- lying to Kira about her Kitsune and patting Theo on the back for recording his girlfriend sleeping without her consent 

- pimping Kira out to Liam in an attempt to convince Liam to accept him as his alpha 

- saying "I love you"  to Kira and promising her that he would have waited for her and then cheating on Kira with Malia (Kira's best friend and his best friend's ex girlfriend) immediately after 

- keeping Malia’s heritage from her because “Oh no but her dad’s an evil monster! We shouldn’t tell her!”

- lying to everyone and not telling anyone anything and then acting wounded when it backfires on him 

- taking all the credit for his friends' heroic actions and achievements and blaming others for his own failures and mistakes 

- roaring Malia into submission and forcing her to shift back into her human form against her will

- bullying and mind raping Corey

- assaulting Liam and landing him at the hospital just because Liam's much more talented and better than him at lacrosse even without a werewolf upgrade 

- kidnapping and biting Liam without his consent, and then involving Stiles, because Scott can't even clean up after his own mess, or take responsibility for his own shitty actions and behavior 

- using Hayden as bait against the Dread Doctors without her consent 

- trying to emotionally blackmail Malia into helping his whiny ass ("What if I told you that you are the only one I have left?" ) 

- gaslighting Stiles ("You need me!" "You trusted him, too!" ) into sharing the blame for his own failures and mistakes and then forcing Stiles to draw his hideous 'property of twue alpaha Scott McCall' tattoo 

- being a faux moral warrior of the cheapest kind and making others do the dirty work for him because he's scared shitless of losing his precious true alpha title

- being a toxic, abusive friend and an even shittier boyfriend and werewolf 

#submission #anti tyler posey #anti scott mccall

[just-a-really-tall-girl-tbh]

Moments like these

My first attempt at story!

Summary: After a party, you tell Derek you’re proud of him

Pairing: Reader X Derek hale

Warnings: 1 swear word

Word count: 2000+

Derek deserved better. He deserved to be reminded he was worth more than he thought. This is just my take on that

Please don’t copy!

The cold water ran through your fingers as the soapy liquid was rinsed down the sink. You looked up into the mirror and reached for the hand cloth beside you. Drying your hand’s, you took a deep breath, adjusting your hair. The bathroom was quiet, a somewhat sanctuary from the music sounding from the other side of the door. You glanced down and saw Derek’s attempt at decorating the bathroom. A singular scented candle sat beside the sink, completely out of place and never used. You snickered at the thought of Derek going to Target and buying the candle, him being faced with the shelves upon shelves of different scents and colors. You reached for the glass and read the label.

‘Vanilla bean’

‘Simple. Like Derek.’ You thought.

Placing the candle back down and folding the hand cloth, you took another deep breath, adjusted your top and gave your reflection a half smile. You had to leave the bathroom eventually.

It was New years Eve. Well New years day technically. Everyone had gathered in Derek’s loft after Lydia convinced him it would be nice to have people over. How that woman did it, you may never know, but you were grateful regardless. Spending time with your closest friends without the thought of danger or the next imminent threat was nice, relaxing even. Even if it was just for a night.

Everyone had brought over food and drinks, Lydia even convinced Derek to hang balloons and decorations around the loft. Or maybe she just did it without permission. The loft was alive with chatter and laughter, everyone relishing in the night of freedom. Stiles had the ability to make any situation funny – intentionally or not - and was often the reason for the amusement. Scott and Allison spent most of the night cuddled on the couch, holding hands or rubbing each-others backs, always touching each other somehow. It was sweet and didn’t bother anyone. Lydia was rushing around ensuring everyone’s cups were topped up and plates were full – forever the host she is. She had Stiles trailing behind her for half the night, eager to help wherever he could. Isaac sat on the floor talking to Aiden, the alcohol causing him to be more chatty than usual. Peter was on the couch, pretending to be annoyed by the teenagers in his home, but secretly he loved the socializing. Erica and Boyd even showed up too. Derek hung back for the first half of the night, feeling unsure and unfamiliar having everyone over and enjoying themselves. But eventually he too joined in, the alcohol allowing everyone to loosen up.

You loved your friends. Their flaws and all. They had become a second family to you, and you were more grateful than they would ever realize. Although you weren’t the only human in the group, you sometimes felt alienated. Lacking supernatural abilities meant you couldn’t do as much as them, or at least it felt that way. But you always helped the pack, often being the one nursing them all when they were hurt. You loved taking care of them, giving yourself value was a tricky concept, but they made it easier, and over the years you had become integral to the pack.

As the clock neared midnight, everyone began the count down, eager to welcome in the new year. You looked around the room, watching everyone as the numbers neared 0. Everyone was smiling, laughing and genuinely just enjoying themselves. You locked eyes with Derek and smiled. The werewolf giving a reassuring smile back. Your relationship was hard to describe. You always felt like more than friend’s, but the timing was never right – always someone to fight or something threatening your lives. You didn’t mind though, you were happy, and who knows what the new year may bring? Being open minded was your new years resolution. A private one you kept to yourself, a mini pact you intended to preserve.

The clock struck 12 and the room was filled with cheers. Everyone shared in the hugs and wished each other a happy new year. You let go of Stiles and grinned before turning to Derek. He had a small smirk on his face, knowing he was the only one left for you to hug.

“Happy new year Derek”

“Happy new year y/n” he opened his arms and you found yourself in his embrace before you could even think about moving.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders as you wrapped yours around his waist. He placed his chin on top of your head, you loved how perfectly you two fit together. You took in his scent and closed your eyes, not wanting to part.

Derek placed a soft kiss on your hair, and you couldn’t stop the grin forming on your face.

Suddenly explosions were heard outside and you felt Derek tense with you in his arms. Everyone’s eyes shot over to the wall of glass panes the lined the back of Derek’s loft. You felt your stomach drop, and your breath hitched in your throat in anticipation.

There was a collective sigh of relief as neon colors lit up the night sky. Fireworks. You let out a small giggle and looked up at Derek.

“Not scared of a few fireworks are you Mr. strong werewolf?” you teased.

“Hey, I’m not the one who reeks of adrenaline right now!” He shot back smiling.

“Come on I wanna go watch!” you grabbed his hand pulling him closer to the windows. “Now I understand why you wanted to live here.”

“Whys that?” he asked. You faced the window as his arms snaked around your waist. He pulled you backwards into his chest and rested his cheek on your head.

“For the fireworks, obviously!” you giggled.

He let out a small laugh, amused by your ridiculous comment. And there you stood. Content. Happy. That is until stiles raced over to you, eager to show you his ridiculous “2021” novelty glasses. Classic Stiles. Always finding the optimum moment to ruin.

“Y/N, LOOK! Y/N ARE YOU LOOKING?” he buzzed.

“Yes, Stiles I’m looking” you rolled your eyes.

Derek pulled away, releasing your waist, placing his hands momentarily on your hips before walking away. You felt cold without him and turned to face him before hearing him telling off Isaac for spilling some punch. You shook your head at him but smiled.

“He needs to learn to relax.” Stiles quipped.

“You gotta give him credit though! 6 months ago, the idea of having several teenagers in his loft for a party, would have given him an aneurysm.” You defended.

“Valid point. So, when are you gonna kiss him?”

“What?!” You spun to face Stiles who had a stupid grin plastered on his face.

“Oh, come on! You guys are so into each other it makes me sick.”

“We’re just…” you looked over to Derek who was watching Isaac wipe the floor with paper towel “… we are happy how we are now. I don’t want to ruin things.”

“Since when does kissing ruin anything?”

You rolled your eyes once again at the boy, giving him the side eye as he made a kissy face. You laughed as he came closer, making obnoxious smooching noises.

“Knock It off Romeo, are you sure you’re still sober? You’re driving me home remember?”

“Haven’t touched a drop, I promise!” he held up his pinky finger. Pinky promises were a small gesture you did. Knowing no one would ever break a pinky promise, you were reassured he was being genuine.

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As the night wound up, the laughter from the loft lowered and everything mellowed. Peter had retreated upstairs – exhausted from the energetic teenagers that surrounded him. Erica and Boyd had left, making their own way home. And Lydia had been picked up by a friend, apparently one party tonight wasn’t enough.

You had began picking up the cups scattered around the loft, they had seemingly multiplied over the night, leaving sticky residue where they sat. As you tied off another black bag of trash, a hand was placed on your shoulder and you smiled at the familiarity. Turning to face Derek you looked up at him. He looked tired but content. You had watched him loosen up throughout the night, something you never thought possible.

“You don’t have to help clean you know?” He smirked, already knowing your answer.

“I know.” You smiled as you grabbed another trash bag from the counter.

“Thank you.”

You continued walking around the room, lifting Stiles’ feet of the coffee table to grab some plates underneath him. Eventually your hands were too sticky to continue so you retreated to the bathroom to wash them.

Taking a final look in the mirror you exited the bathroom, noticing the laughing had stopped, the music was lower, Stiles wasn’t there talking a mile a minute. Instead, it was only Derek, trash bag in hand, his eyebrows furrowed as his picked-up cup after cup.

“Where did everyone go?” you asked as you walked closer to him.

“Allison was feeling sick, so Stiles was going to drive her and Scott home.” Derek looked up, meeting your eyes.

“Seriously?” you sighed. “He was my ride home too!”

Derek opened his mouth about to say something before closing it again. He looked unsure of himself, a side of Derek you never really saw.

You grabbed your phone from your back pocket and dialled Stiles’ number. It rang twice before you heard the familiar voice of your friend on the other side.

“Yo Y/N what’s good?”

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“uhhhhhh….”

“Me you idiot!”

“OH SHIT, I’m so sorry y/n I completely forgot. I’m at Allison’s place now, I’ll drop Scott home and come back for you okay?”

“Okay thanks” you sighed and hung up the phone.

“That boy has the memory of a goldfish.” You muttered.

You walked over to Derek as he was grabbing another trash bag. You smiled gratefully as he handed you one. You spent the next few minutes in a comfortable silence, stealing a glance or two at each other when the other wasn’t watching.

You thought about how far Derek has come. In the year you have known him he has gone from stoic, bad boy to thoughtful hero. He would sacrifice anything for the pack and has done on many occasions. Seeing him tonight confirmed to you just how much Derek has changed and evolved.

Moments passed and your phone buzzed from your back pocket. You grabbed it, reading the text you were just sent.

‘I’ll be downstairs in 5, pls don’t be mad at me’

You let out a soft laugh. You could never stay mad at Stiles.

“Is he here already?” Derek’s deep voice pulled your eyes away from you phone. An expression plagued his face you hadn’t seen before. Unable to determine what it was you took a moment too long to answer. His eyebrows raised slightly as he looked at you expectantly.

“Uh… Yeah almost.” You put your phone back in your pocket and tied up the bag in your hands, placing it beside the kitchen counter with the others.

You walked over to the couch, pulling on your jacket and gathering your bag you walked over to the loft door. You heard Derek follow you over, slowing as you both reached the entrance. You reached for the handle before Derek swiftly made his way around you, pulling open the door before you had the chance. You smile up at him and step towards him raising your arms. His arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you close to him. You lifted yourself onto your toes and snuggled into his neck. Once more you breathed in his scent, feeling secure in his arms and never wanting to leave. You both held onto each other for a little longer than normal, savouring every moment.

As you pulled away you looked up into his eyes, their bright green hue only enhanced by his dark features. Both of you smiled at each other and looked away, your mutual feelings evident in the flush of your cheeks. You pulled away reluctantly, your body immediately missing the feeling of his.

“So, I’ll see you soon?” he asked hopefully.

“Definitely.” You smiled back.

Taking a step through the door you paused and turned back towards the man standing in the doorway.

“I’m proud of you Derek.” He looked at you with such shock it almost made you regret mentioning it to him. Watching his mouth open and close searching for the words, you saw his eyes search yours. “I’m serious Derek. You’ve come a long way, and I’m proud of who you are. You should be too”

Smiling genuinely at him you turned to descend the stairs, ready to meet Stiles at the entrance of the building.

“Y/n?” a soft voice struck you, the fragility of his voice so uncharacteristic it takes you aback.

You turned and faced Derek, his face soft, tears lining his eyes threatening to drop at any moment.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

You simply smiled and made your way down the stairs, the grin on your face permanently implanted on your face. Leaving the building and stepping into the frosty breeze you pulled your jacket closer to your body, wishing Derek was next to you to keep you warm. You spotted Stiles’ jeep on the road ahead and jogged towards it. Jumping into the passenger seat you looked towards Stiles who was sitting there with his hands up, pleading innocence.

“In my defence- “He began

“Stiles, its fine. It worked out pretty good” You smiled, more to yourself than anyone.

Stiles looked at you confused, a slight smirk evident on his face. He opened his mouth to question you, but you stopped him.

“I’m not telling you anything, now please drive me home.” You said sternly. You laughed as he simply put the car in drive and pulled away from the curb.

#derek hale #teen wolf #tyler hoechlin #tylerhoechlinedit #derekhaleedit #teenwolfedit #teen wolf fandom #fanfic #fanfiction #teen wolf fanfiction #derek hale fanfiction #Derek hale fanfic #Derek imagine #Derek hale imagine #teen wolf imagine #teenwolf X reader #Derek #hale #Tyler #hoechlin #teen #wolf #Wolfpack #scott mccall #stiles stilinski

[spunky-89]

Derek Hale x Reader - Mate = Mom - Prologue

A/N: So full disclosure, when I wrote this I was still binging the series and was only in season 3. However, I had read so much fanfiction I felt like I knew pretty much everything. I have since nearly finished (I can’t make it through 6b, I just can’t) And I had had this idea rolling around in my brain since I started the show so here we are. It has been edited to fit my new knowledge about the show but lemme just say this is a happy ending AU where no one really dies and people don’t have to go through as much heartbreak. Depending on the response to this I’ll probably make it a series as I have so many ideas for this concept but we’ll see how it goes :D

Warnings: None, just fluff

WC:1.2k

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Once things had finally calmed down again after everything with Jackson and the Kanima issue, Derek knew he needed to stop avoiding his phone which was blaring every few hours. He just knew that it wouldn't go well, and ignoring reality was easier than accepting it. So he continued to ignore his phone. 

This went on for a week.

Derek had invited all the wolves to his loft, meaning Isaac, Scott, Boyd, and Erica. And of course, Stiles had to tag along. He wanted to try and train the wolves to enhance fighting skills and their control. Scott was reluctant to join in, not wanting to be in Derek's pack, but he knew he needed to better understand and control his abilities. 

So far they were doing okay, but they still had a ways to go before they were ready to take on their normal teenage lives. He had just given them a break, he only did it because they were complaining too much for him to make them keep fighting. The younger wolves collapsed on the floor panting and bleeding a bit. Stiles went around and gave water to them all as he was chattering away.

“You know there are better ways to train than trying to kill them. I mean are you like a navy seal dropout, because I don’t even think they have this rigorous training…” he kept talking, but Derek stopped listening. He was focused on something else entirely. He could smell something, something he shouldn’t have been able to smell.

He slowly moved towards the door, perking his ears up to try and listen for any movement outside the door. Low and behold he could hear that click-clack of high-heels strutting down the hallway. He looked back at the pack in panic before schooling his features and muttering an ‘I’ll be back’ before he headed for the door.

“Does that mean we’re done for the day?” Erica called to him. He didn’t make a move like he’d heard her and just slipped out the heavy iron door. 

Once he had shut the door he looked down the hall and there you were. Seeing him step out of the loft had you freezing. Your face flickering between joy (and relief) and anger. Derek paused to see what you would do, and when you made no movement, he started to head towards you with long strides. As much as he was fearful of your reaction to his disappearance, he had missed you terribly. So his pace quickened. This seemed to snap you out of your daze and had you running as fast as you could towards him. You met in the middle as you jumped into his arms as he held you tight, lifting you off the ground for a moment before placing you back down. He didn’t release his hold on you though. He rested his forehead against yours as you leaned into him.

“I want to hate you and be mad, I really do. But gosh I’ve missed you too much to care.” You spoke softly. He let a little smile take over his face before he pulled you in for a long-overdue kiss. You melted into it immediately. You spent the next few minutes just holding each other in the hallway, stealing kisses every now and again, smiling dumbly at each other. 

“God I’ve missed you,” Derek mumbled against your lips.

“Is that why you didn’t answer my calls or texts?” You inquired, a hint of bitterness in your tone. You pulled away, but only slightly, just so you could fully see his face. He looked guilty. 

“I’m sorry, things have just been crazy here and I didn’t want you involved in this business.” He explained.

“So that means you can’t send a simple text saying ‘hey I’m okay, gonna be longer than I thought, love you’.” you snapped, your anger and hurt coming back full force. He sighed and looked down.

“I’m sorry, I really am. I guess I just wanted to keep you as far from this world as possible. And that meant far from me.” 

“What happened to ‘in this together’, huh? Did those words actually mean anything to you or was it just to make me comfortable enough to run the first chance you got?” 

He was shocked at your words. And then he realized why you were so mad. You weren’t mad at him, you were mad at yourself. Your insecurities had taken hold of you and he wasn’t there to help fight them off. Sure, he wasn’t always great with words, but somehow you found comfort in him. And then he had left.

He pulled you back into his chest, and even though you resisted slightly, in the end, you succumbed to his embrace. 

“I don’t know what your brain is telling you but I can promise you, it’s wrong. I only left because I was worried about my sister. It had nothing to do with you or us.” He promised. He felt you sag, the anger dissipating. 

“Just promise me you won’t do that again. I can’t have you just disappear on me.” You begged.

“I promise, no more leaving.” 

“Good,” You mumbled as you brought his lips back to yours. It was barely a few moments before the sound of a heavy door creaking open could be heard, even by your human ears.

Derek sighed as he could hear the young wolves behind him trying to stealthily exit the loft to see what the commotion in the hallway was about. He could hear them whisper arguing about being quieter. 

“Do I wanna know?” You asked, looking up at him and seeing his face pinched in mild exasperation. 

“There’s a reason I stuck around,” He said, still keeping his back to the loft and using his body to subtly shield yours from view. 

“Okaaay,” 

“Long story short, there’s a bunch of teenage werewolves trying to eavesdrop and are failing terribly by talking way too loud.” His voice raised at the end so that he was pretty much shouting down the hall. Even you could hear the “oh shit” that was let out as the wolves tried to scramble back inside the loft. You just laughed. Between these kids getting caught and Derek’s long-suffering look, you couldn’t help it. Derek desperately tried to keep a straight face muttering “It’s not funny, they’re a pain in my ass.” But the more you laughed, the harder it was to keep a smile from creeping onto his face. 

“Com’on grumpy pants, let’s meet these wolves that are somehow more important than me.” You teased as you took his hand and started walking towards the door you saw him come out of. He groaned and fell into step with you.

“That’s not what that was and you know it.” He grumbled. 

You giggled and said, “I know, but you know I love teasing you.” He just mumbled something under his breath and you smiled, reaching over to peck his cheek. 

You quickly reached the large iron door and Derek gave you a look before pulling it open and saying, “(Y/N), meet the pack.”

#derek hale #derek hale one shot #derek hale x reader #teen wolf #mccall pack #hale pack #pack mom

[companionjones]

How Was Your Day?

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf (MTV)

Summary: I wrote what I needed to hear here. In this story, Stiles picks Reader up from work. They talk about their days, and Stiles fills Reader in on what the rest of the pack are doing. They’re all pretty busy because there was a fight the night before. Jackson’s hurt and in the hospital. Speaking of Jackson, **spoilers for the show** he’s alive, along with Erica, Boyd, and Aiden. Cora and Ethan are still in town, too. Derek has his own pack. On the way home from work, Reader and Stiles stop by the pharmacy to pick up their prescriptions. Then, Stiles spends the night at Reader’s house. Enjoy!

Warnings: Anxiety, depression, not wanting to pick up meds, quick mention of hospitals, Jackson’s unconscious

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    Sometimes, you thought you were a dork. You felt like a dork that day, when you walked out of work at sunset, and all it took to get you to start grinning like an idiot was to see your boyfriend in his Jeep waiting for you with a smile on your face that was equal to yours.

    Yeah, you felt like a dork as you broke into a run to join Stiles in his Jeep, but you didn’t care. Your work day was over and your boyfriend had picked you up, just like he’d promised to everyday.

    Stiles happily accepted your kiss as you climbed into the passenger seat. “How was our day?”

    “Come on, Stiles. I told you this. The me in there and the me out here are two separate people. I don’t even want to reference what goes on in there.” You shook your head, ridding yourself of the memories of the day. “And we both know your day’s most important here.”

    Stiles plopped back in his seat and absently threw the Jeep into drive. “First of all, hearing about your day is always important to me.”

    He glanced over at you, but you met him with an unamused look.

    Stiles sighed, “But if you must know, Derek, the twins and Cora are with Jackson at the hospital, waiting for him to wake up from last night’s fight. Ethan definitely wasn’t leaving him, and then the rest of Derek’s pack decided to stay, too. Though, they wouldn’t’ve had to if Jackson’d been smart for once and realized when to bail.”

    You leaned back in your seat. “Stiles...” you scolded half-heartedly. Your eyes had drifted shut from how tired you still were from the night before.

    He griped, “I know. I know we’re friends now and everything...I just wish Jackson hadn’t put himself in that situation, you know? It sucks seeing him like this.”

    “Jackson’ll wake up,” you calmly stated as you took Stiles’ hand in yours. “Deaton sand Melissa said he was healing. We’ve all been through this before.”

    To relay that he was listening, Stiles squeezed your hand. He didn’t seem to want to argue the subject more. “Peter slunk off to god knows where. Slunk. Slinked? Whatever. Scott’s a few town’s over with Mr. Argent. Those two’re trying to figure out where the guys we fought went. Lydia’s trying to see if she can sense anything back where we fought at the school last night. Boy and Allison are with her.”

    “I hate this. I hate that there’s nothing to do until we find those guys,” you commented, your eyes open again as you watched the roads Stiles drove down.

    He agreed, “I know Liam wanted to help, but there’s literally nothing to do, so we told him to just go out with his friends. He’s probably not enjoying himself...probably waiting for you or me or Scott to call and tell him about the next thing to freak out over.

    “The others’re trying to distract themselves, too,” he went on, “Isaac, Kira, Malia and Erica said they were going on a double date. God, I hope they’re not wandering through the woods, looking for more dead bodies, because you know, that’s been a trend lately. Actually, that’s always happening in Beacon Hills, isn’t it? We don’t get a single day off. Either we’re out there risking our lives or we’re waiting for the other shoe to drop--”

    “Stiles,” you tenderly interrupted, “Calm down.”

    As you kissed the back of his hand, Stiles sighed, “I’m sorry. It’s just...” he trailed off, probably failing at finding the words.

    “I know,” you nodded anyway, “You know I do.”

    “I know you do,” he practically repeated you.

    You bit your lip, then tried to change the subject. “...Tell me about your day. You told me what everyone else did slash are doing, but not yourself.”

    He shrugged, “I was probably doing what you’d expect: Trying to put the pieces together.”

    “Did you add any green strings to your bulletin board?” you asked, remaining optimistic.

    “Just three,” he answered.

    “That’s something!” you expressed gleefully, “Who said that there was nothing to do?”

    “You did,” Stiles teased, Having regained some cheeriness. “But speaking of things to do, we could...pick up your prescription.” He turned into the pharmacy that was on the way home from you job with little warning.

    You groaned, sagging back in your seat. Your mood had instantly soured. “Way to give me a heads up.”

    Stiles encouraged, “Come on. You need to do it eventually. You’ve been holding it off for a while.”

    “I know I have...I was going to get around to it...” you argued weakly.

    “No time like the present.” Stiles pulled into the drive-thru. “I need to get my ADHD meds refilled anyway. We’ll do it together. It’ll be like a fun couple’s thing.”

    You rolled your eyes. “A fun couple’s thing. God, we’re healthy,” you sarcastically stated.

    “These meds will help us get heal-thi-er,” Stiles completed his phrase in a sing-song tone before turning to converse with the woman in the lab coat inside the window.

    In less than five minutes, you were driving out of there with your medication in a white paper bag on your lap.

    Stiles congratulated, “Great. Now all you need is to start taking it tomorrow.”

    “That’s all?” you raised a scornful eyebrow at him.

    “Hey, you’re going to start taking your meds tomorrow. I’ll fight you on that,” Stiles pressed.

    You tried to keep an annoyed gaze, but you and Stiles could rarely stay serious for long. You started laughing.

    Stiles started chuckling, too. He pulled up to your house and put the Jeep in park. It was dark out by then.

    When you calmed down, you spotted Stiles looking at you with those love-filled eyes of his. Your heart sped up. There you were, feeling like a dork again. “My parents are still away,” you told him. “Do you want to spend the night?”

    A goofy grin spread over his face when he answered, “You bet’cha.”

    Stiles had slept at your place dozens of times before. Those days, it was rare for the two of you to spend a night apart. So, you and Stiles definitely knew the best cuddle positions. That night, you were the little spoon.

    “Thank you for picking me up from work, and thank you for making me get my prescription,” you stated once the two of you were settled for the night.

    Stilinski replied, “Thank you for pulling me off that stress-spiral I was on earlier.”

    “I’d do it anytime,” you smiled.

    “So would I,” he promised.

    “I love you, Stiles,” you told him.

    He smiled back at you. “I love you, too.” He kissed your forehead.

    After the past couple days the two of you had, it didn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep.

*******

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[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

The Witch and The Wolf Pt.27

Word Count: 3,082

Characters: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Deaton, Allison Argent (brief), Lydia Martin (brief), Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

A/N: ---

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“This is a bad idea,” you heard Isaac talking to himself as he paced around Derek’s loft, while you followed behind Derek.

“You’re not giving me an actual reason,” you groaned.

You ran behind Derek, as he kept walking, not facing you before walking down the stairs to Isaac.

“No is an actual reason,” he replied.

If Isaac couldn't remember anything, it only made sense for you to do a spell to jog his memory, or for you to look into his head. 

It made sense to all except Derek.

He insisted that it’d be Peter to look into Isaac’s head.

“Derek, stop. I’m serious. I hate him, I don’t trust him, he’s an asshole, have I mentioned I hate him?” you ran down the stairs, trailing Derek.

“No one likes him,” Derek sighed.

“Why can’t (Y/N) do this?” Isaac asked.

You crossed your arms, looking at Derek as you leaned against the table.

“No. End of discussion,” Derek glared at the two of you as you rolled your eyes.

Why doesn't he trust me?

“I hate him,” you said.

“Everyone does,” Derek replied.

“You know, coming back from the dead left a few of my abilities somewhat impaired, but my hearing still works fine. So, whatever you have to say, I hope you’re comfortable saying it to my face,” you heard Peter’s annoying voice as he opened the door, walking towards the three of you.

“We don’t like you,” you spat, glaring at him.

“Now shut up and help us.”

---

“I do suggest you calm and relax a little, trust me,” Peter started. 

Isaac sat on a chair next to Derek while you paced around, still unable to trust Peter. 

Peter’s eyes flashed blue as he dug his claws into Isaac’s neck, while Isaac jumped up. Peter wrapped his other arm around Isaac’s neck, in an attempt to keep him still as Isaac yelped in pain. 

Your eyes widened, running to Isaac before Derek pulled you back.

“No,” he shook his head. 

You continued looking at Isaac and Peter, watching as the two of them struggled.

Peter gasped loudly, jumping away from Isaac while Isaac wrapped his hand around his neck, rubbing the wound. 

You put your arm on Isaac’s shoulder as he looked up at you.

“You okay?” you asked him.

“Yeah, nothing like a psychopath sticking his nails into my neck to brighten my morning,” Isaac said sarcastically.

You laughed softly, patting his shoulder before looking back at Peter.

“Did you see anything?” Derek asked.

“He found them,” you tensed, hearing those words come out of Peter’s mouth.

“He saw them?” you said.

“I mean, I didn’t see much, glimpses really,” Peter said, facing away from you and Derek.

“Okay, but you did see them, right?” Derek asked.

“Worse,” you felt your face dropped as you took a deep breath.

“Deucalion,” you answered softly.

Peter nodded, turning to you as you took a few steps back.

“He was talking to them. Something about time running out,” your heart began to ache as you listened to him.

There was absolutely no way that this wasn’t your fault. Erica and Boyd were gonna die soon, if not then they already were gone.

“He’s gonna kill them,” you felt Isaac’s and Derek’s eyes on you as you continued looking away from them, looking at Peter. 

“No, he didn’t say that. But he did promise them that by the full moon they’d be dead,” Peter said.

“The next full moon? As in tomorrow night?” your voice wavered slightly.

Peter nodded as you looked away from him.

“(Y/N),” you heard Derek call you.

“I gotta go to school,” you said softly, avoiding looking at any of them as you grabbed your bag, running out of the loft. 

---

Being at a college was definitely 100 percent different. You never had any real friends your age, there was no Stiles or Scott, no Isaac running down the halls. As you went on with your classes, you found it difficult to shake away the cold feeling. Something different between you and Derek now. All summer he didn’t let you follow any lead on Erica and Boyd, sending Isaac instead. When Isaac was at the hospital, he knew and didn’t tell you. And on top of all, Peter. He somehow trusted Peter over you to look into Isaac’s head. 

You made your way to your next class, feeling a weird sense wash over your body as you looked around. Someone was watching you. 

You soon lost your focus on looking, as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

You looked at your phone, receiving a group text from Stiles and Scott, to you and Derek.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed of them, and of school. It was only the second week and you’d already missed a day, now you’re missing another class. If this kept going, there was no chance you’d be a successful lawyer. 

It’s your fault they’re in trouble, to begin with

That voice in your head haunted you as you sighed, agreeing, leaving school once again.

Looks like economics had to wait.

---

“There’s nothing there,” you walked into the classroom, feeling weird walking through Beacon Hills High again.

“Look again. Please,” Scott stopped Derek from leaving. 

“It’s the exact same bruise on both sides,” Allison said.

She and Lydia stood next to each other, holding the forearms out.

“It means nothing,” Derek argued.

“What happened?” you saw as Allison looked at you, before looking down. Things were still different between you two.

Lydia bit her lip, looking at you awkwardly.

“I told you not to come,” Derek pulled you aside.

“And I told you that I’m going. Just stop,” you rolled your eyes, walking to Scott.

“Okay, so this girl came looking for Scott, she asked me and Allison,” Lydia started to explain.

“She left the same exact bruises on both of them,” Scott said.

You mentally groaned, fighting every urge to hit Scott.

“You said it was important,” you said.

“Maybe it's a clue to where Erica and Boyd are,” Scott said.

“You-” you started, before taking a breath.

“Okay, who was the girl?” you asked.

“I think she’s the one who saved Isaac,” Scott said.

“Well, where did she go? We should try and find her. She’s the best lead we have so far,” you said.

“Okay, but you’re ignoring the whole reason we called you in the first place,” Scott said.

“I came because Stiles said it was an emergency. A bruise is not an emergency, I was in school!” you groaned.

“Please. They're trying to help,” Scott begged.

“These two?” Derek walked to you and Scott, crossing his arms.

“This one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle,” he said, pointing at Lydia.

“And this one, who shot about 30 arrows into me, Isaac, and (Y/N),” Derek glared at Allison.

“If you forgot, Peter coming back was his fault, Lydia is as much of a victim as you are. Allison’s mom died. They’re trying to help,” you tried to defend them.

“They can help by trying to find something real,” Derek walked away, turning his back to all of you as you sighed.

“Is that what you needed me to do a spell for?” you looked at Stiles.

“Well, not really,” you crossed your arms, sitting next to Stiles.

“This weekend there was a party for one of my friends who turned 17. We were… about to do something and then she sort of disappeared. No one’s seen her since then,” Stiles explained.

“So you want me to find her?” you asked.

He nodded softly.

“Okay, how about we do this after school? Just come over and I’ll help you, okay?” 

“Okay. Thanks,” Stiles said.

“No problem,” 

Stiles clumsily arose from his seat, as a few things fell out of his pockets.

“You dropped this,” you handed him the condom that he dropped on the floor.

His face went red as he took it from you, putting it back in his pocket.

“So, that was the something, huh?” you teased.

“Not funny,” Stiles rolled his eyes.

“You don’t think she just ran away from you?” you asked.

Stiles looked at you, shocked as he rolled his eyes.

“Goodbye,” you laughed, pushing past him as you left the school.

---

“Derek, just talk to me!” you stood in front of him, blocking him as he was on his way out of the loft.

“What do you want me to tell you?!” he yelled.

“Why are you trusting Peter over me? Why are you trusting Deaton over me?! You’re trying to keep me out of everything, and I’m sick of it! Why?!” you yelled.

“I told you I’m trying to keep you safe!” he yelled.

“I don't need you to keep me safe! I’m capable of doing that myself!” 

“Well, I’m not just gonna let you! (Y/N), we don’t know what we're up against. We have an alpha pack on our hands, and you’re blaming yourself for Erica and Boyd. Whatever we find… I don’t know what we’re gonna find. I don't know what you'll do if something happens,” he looked down at you, holding your hands.

“I…” you sighed, finding a loss for words.

“I know you say that you don't need me to protect you, but that’s not going to stop me. I love you and that's my job.” 

Your eyes watered slightly, as you scoffed.

“Erica and Boyd were my fault, I need to find them,” you said softly.

“Nothing was your fault. You told them to run, you didn't know what would happen,” Derek said softly, trying to comfort you.

No amount of words would shake that feeling from you.

“Please. I need to. You have to let me do something, just let me help,” you said softly.

“We’re close to finding them, just please let me do this,” he begged, stroking your cheek.

“Let’s go to Deaton’s, okay?” you nodded, leaning your head against his shoulder as the two of you left.

---

You, Scott, and Isaac began to fill up a bathtub with ice and cold water, as Isaac walked in with Derek, looking nervously.

“Not to be that person…  but didn't we do this to kill (Y/N)?” Isaac pointed out, scratching his neck.

“Well, we won’t have to keep your head underwater the whole time, and this will be different,” Deaton explained.

“It’s safe, right?” Isaac bent down, resting his arms on the tub as he looked down at the water.

“Do you want me to answer that honestly?” Deaton raised his eyebrow.

“No… okay, let’s do this,” Isaac nodded, taking a deep breath.

“You don’t have to do this,” you said.

“It’s fine,” Isaac reached for your hand as you held it, stroking it softly to comfort him.

You smiled at him softly before he took his shirt off, entering the tub, shivering.

The four of you looked at Deaton, before he nodded, telling you to push him under.

Isaac struggled, trying to break free as he yelled loudly, in pain. 

“Hold him down,” Deaton said.

“We’re trying,” you and Derek held his head down, while Stiles and Scott held his legs down.

You felt his body go limp a few seconds later, his eyes closed.

His head floated up in the water.

“Okay, no one else can talk to him, okay? Too many voices will draw him out,” Deaton warned.

You nodded softly, taking a deep breath.

“Isaac? Can you hear me?” Deaton started.

“Yes,” he replied, his eyes closed.

“I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember everything that happened,” Deaton said.

You heard the thunder rumbling as the lights began to flicker.

That’s not a good sign

“N-No, I don’t wanna do that. I don't… I don’t want to do that. No,” Isaac began shaking, fear evident in his voice.

“It's all right. They’re just memories, they can’t hurt you,” Deaton said.

“(Y/N), hold his hand,” Deaton whispered.

You nodded, holding his hand as you stroked it softly, calming him.

Isaac’s breathing was shaky before he calmed down, panic still evident.

“Okay, is it a building, some type of house? Where are you?” Deaton asked.

“It’s not a house. It’s stone. I think it’s marble,” Isaac responded.

“Okay, that's perfect. What else can you tell me?” Deaton asked.

“It's dusty, empty,” he said.

“Like an abandoned building?” Deaton asked.

Isaac went quiet, as the lights began to flicker again.

“Isaac?” Deaton said.

“Someone’s here,” he said.

“No! T-They see me! No!” Isaac screamed, squeezing your hand tightly.

“They see me!” he screamed.

“Isaac, relax,” Deaton told him.

You looked at Isaac frantically, as he began screaming.

“Isaac, relax,” Deaton said again.

Isaac exhaled shakily, before opening his eyes.

“I hear him. They’re talking about the full moon and they're scared of what they’ll do to each other,” Isaac shivered, his teeth chattering.

“If they’re locked together on a full moon, they’ll kill each other,” Derek whispered.

“Isaac, we need to find them. Where are they?” Deaton asked.

“They’re here... they’re here!” Isaac gasped, sitting up, but still in his trance-like state.

“They found me! They’re here!” Isaac cried.

“This isn't working. Isaac, where are they?!” Derek yelled, holding him down.

“It’s too dark. I-I can't…” Isaac cried.

“Where are they?!” Derek yelled.

“Derek, stop!” you yelled at him.

“No, all of you stop. There’s too many voices,” Deaton warned.

“Isaac, where?!” Derek yelled at him.

“Derek, let him go!” you and Scott yelled at him.

He squeezed your hand, as you felt his claws digging into your skin, wincing softly.

“Isaac! Where are you?!” Derek yelled.

“A vault! A bank vault!” he screamed.

“Derek, let him go,” you said shakily.

“Erica...,” you looked down at him, your heartbeat quickening.

“H-Her body,” he cried.

“She’s gone,” your eyes watered quickly, taking a shaky breath.

He jumped up, screaming out in pain as he came to.

“I saw it! I saw the name!” he was freezing as he came out of the water, as you quickly wrapped a blanket around him.

You bit your lip harshly, feeling blood drip from your hand along with tears from your eyes.

“It’s Beacon Hills First National Bank,” Isaac said.

“You don’t remember what you said before you came out, do you?” Stiles said softly.

“No, what was it?” he asked.

You looked down, avoiding everyone's eyes as you took a deep breath.

“You said they pulled you into a room, and there was a body in it,” Stiles said.

“Whose body?” he asked.

“Erica’s,” you could hear your heart beating in your ears as you felt your head pounding.

You kept your head down, running out of the vet, feeling your heart shattering as your throat tightened, holding back a cry.

---

“(Y/N),” Derek called your name as he made his way through the woods, finding you.

“Go away,” you ignored him, dried tear stains on your face as you sat on top of the preserve.

“Hey,” he put his hand on your face, stroking it softly.

“Please, stop. Go,” your voice wavered as you pulled away from him.

“I’m not going to leave you,” he said.

“Leave,” you said.

“Your hand is bleeding,” Derek said, holding it.

“I’m fine,” you sniffled, pulling away from him.

“(Y/N), please,” Derek started.

“What do you want me to say?” more and more tears gathered, streaming down your face.

“It’s not your fault,” he said softly.

“Stop saying that! It’s all my fault. She’s dead,” you buried your head in your hands as you cried softly.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulder.

“It’s not your fault. I’m gonna keep saying that till you believe it,” Derek said softly, pulling you into his chest.

You sobbed quietly, holding Derek tightly.

“She’s dead. She’s dead… and… Boyd is gonna die,” you cried.

“We’ll find a way to save Boyd. He’ll be okay,” Derek said softly.

He continued to hold you, calming you down as you clung onto him, crying softly.

---

“The robber used a drill to get through the wall, which took him about 12 hours to make,” Stiles explained as the four of you gathered around the table in Derek’s loft.

Peter sat on the stairs, away from all of you as Stiles continued to explain the plan.

“So, we’ll need a drill,” Stiles started.

“No, we don't. If I go in first, how much space do I have?” Derek asked.

“Are you serious? That gives you like three inches. Are you gonna punch a hole through the wall? Big strong wolf?” Stiles sassed.

You rolled your eyes, annoyed of Stiles.

“Yeah, I am,” Derek said.

You zoned out, before seeing as Stiles yelped out in pain, Derek punching his hand.

“I'll go in first. Who's following after me?” Derek asked, looking at Peter.

“Don’t look at me. I’m not at full fighting strength yet,” Peter said.

“I will,” you said.

“No,” Derek started.

Your eyes flashed purple as you glared at Derek.

“I’m going in after you,” you said.

You looked at Scott, who looked at you nervously.

“Yeah, (Y/N) should go,” he agreed.

Derek rolled his eyes.

“Fine, but stay with me. Our mission is to save Boyd, not fight the alphas. Okay?” Derek said.

“I know. Come on, let’s hurry this up and get going,” your voice was cold, you knew it, but you didn’t care.

You already had two bodies on you. First your mom, now Erica. You weren’t about to make it a third.  

You walked out of the loft, Scott, and Derek following behind.

---

You, Scott, and Derek stood outside the bank, finding the right spot before Derek began breaking through the walls.

“Intermissum,” you recited a spell, your eyes glowing purple as you used magic to break down the wall, Scott and Derek looking back at you.

“Let’s go,” you walked into the vault, Derek and Scott behind you.

“Boyd?” you called, walking further into the vault.

He stood in front of you, his back turned to you.

“We’re here to get you out,” Derek said.

“Stiles now is not the time to call,” Scott whispered.

“Boyd,” you said.

“Oh shit. Uh, guys,” Scott said nervously.

You heard a soft growl, another girl walking around Boyd, standing beside him.

She wasn’t Erica, but you knew her. Something so familiar.

Your eyes widened, looking at her. You looked at Derek shakily as his eyes watered.

“Cora?”

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[ellewritesathing]

You’re My Problem

Summary: What happens when you take unrequited love, throw in some jealousy, and add a dash of impulsivity? You get a recipe for disaster.

Word Count: 2.8k+

A/N: this was requested by @i-write-things-sometimes-x​ a forever ago. thank you for being so patient and i’m so sorry it took so long for me to write this!! 💕

Stiles’ Stilinski was a dumbass. He was impulsive, he was reckless, and he couldn’t focus on anything that wasn’t Lydia Martin for longer than five minutes. But he was also the one who brought you soup when you were sick, the one who remembered your birthday, and the one you’d been in love with since before you could remember. 

He’d been oblivious to all your attempts of getting him to see you as something other than a friend pretty much for as long as you’d known him. Erica thought it was hilarious, and she never let you live down the mouth-to-mouth debacle after he’d almost drowned with the kanima venom. She’d been nicer about it, though, since Lydia and Stiles had their own moment of panic-induced lip-locking. 

But it wasn’t just Erica that changed - everything was different after their kiss. As dramatic as your reaction seemed when you looked back on it, something inside you snapped that day, and all of your pent-up rage from being powerless in a town of supernaturals bubbled to the surface. You convinced Derek to turn you, and things between you, Stiles, and Scott had never been the same. 

“And here I thought you came to lacrosse practice for me.” Isaac set down his gear with a grin and grabbed your water bottle. The light caught on his eyelashes as he drank, painting delicate ribbons down his cheeks as long as his chin was tilted up to the sky.

Erica didn’t care about how pretty Isaac could be, because she didn’t find him nearly as pretty as the lacrosse players packing up on the field. She rolled her eyes and pushed Isaac to the side, not bothering to adjust her strength in the process. “Move over, lover boy. You’re blocking my view.” 

Armed with an evil grin and the knowledge that Erica couldn’t do anything to him in front of all these people, Isaac moved directly in front of her and tilted his head. “Didn’t Derek tell you to be nicer to people?” 

“Derek also told me not to smother you in your sleep, so-” Erica reached forward, hand extended almost as gently as to move one of his curls out of his face, and shoved him to the ground “-you better watch out.” She drummed her fingers on the bleachers with an evil smile of her own before jumping up to follow one of the lacrosse boys off the field. 

Laughing off Erica’s dramatics and shaking your head, you got up and held a hand out to help Isaac to his feet. “Come on.” You waved your fingers when he didn’t reach out. “You stink and the sooner you shower, the sooner I get lunch.” 

“Yeah?” Isaac reached up for your hand and leaned on his other elbow for support. “That kinda sucks for you.” 

It was your own fault for not noticing the glint of mischief in his eye before he wrapped his hand around yours and pulled you to the ground next to him. Soon enough, the two of you were rolling around the field (you trying to get up and him ruining every attempt) and laughing just like you always did. Your hands were barely intertwined, but it was still enough to feel his pulse racing. 

“Are you two done? Because Coach is gonna turn on the sprinklers in like five minutes.” 

Your heartbeat shot up at the sound of Stiles’ voice. Clumsily, you untangled yourself from Isaac and sat up. It didn’t matter whether you were human or superhuman, facing a cute boy or the monster of the week, nothing made you more nervous than Stiles Stilinski. “Yeah, we were just- uh, just leaving to grab some lunch. You wanna come with?” 

“Thanks, but I kinda lost my appetite.” Stiles waited an awkward moment and then shrugged, rolled his lacrosse stick over in his hand, and started walking away. The faded number 24 bobbed up and down as he walked away from you, like a boat treading very uncertain waters.

You let out a deep breath and hid your head in your hands. It didn’t matter what you did, conversations with Stiles always ended awkwardly or with one of you leaving. At least this way, you couldn’t see the embarrassing aftermath.

“Oh, come on-” Isaac knocked your knee with his, letting out a laugh. You could practically hear him rolling his eyes before you turned to face him. “It wasn’t that bad.” 

“He hates me.” 

“He doesn’t hate you.” 

“Ever since I turned, it’s like he can’t even bear to look at me.” 

“And you are so hard to look at,” Isaac said with a grin. He rolled his eyes again and let out a low laugh. If he was going to say anything else about your massively mortifying crush on Stiles Stilinski, he didn’t get the chance. The sprinklers switched on.

---

You were a real pain in the ass. You were annoyingly right about everything, you always had to get your own way, and you could barely focus on anything that wasn’t Isaac Lahey for longer than five minutes. But you were also the one that watched Star Wars with him when he couldn’t sleep, the one that saved him a seat in English, and the one Stiles had been in love with since before he could remember. 

Even after the world went to hell in a handbasket, Stiles thought he might have had a shot with you. All he had to do was find the right time to talk to you - and it seemed like the perfect time after you saved him from drowning - but he waited too long. Somehow something always came around to ruin his perfect moment. Eventually, you turned and traded him in for the one and only Isaac ‘Pretentious Asshole’ Lahey.

In the understatement of the century, Scott said, “Dude, you should just talk to her,” in that aggravatingly optimistic way of his. 

“Yeah? I should just talk to her, and tell her that I love her, and then maybe we’ll just walk off into the sunset like a Julia Roberts movie?” Stiles was robbed of the satisfaction of his snark by Scott’s dumbstruck face. “Oh my god, what is it now? What’s with the face?” 

Scott scrunched up his face and pulled on the straps of his backpack. He rocked on his heels defensively. “I don’t have a face.”

“You totally have a face, okay?” Stiles waved his hand in front of Scott’s face. “This right here is the face you make when it’s tater tot day.”

Scott shrugged and tried to play it cool. “It’s nothing, just-” He took a deep breath, leaned in, and said, “You just said that you love her. That’s all.” With another trademark Scott McCall shrug and smile, he started walking off to make his English class before the second bell.

“Well…” Stiles said to an empty hallway. He let out a heavy sigh and slammed his locker. “Shit.” 

---

You’d spent your entire life pining over Stiles Stilinski. All those years wasted on a guy who didn’t have feelings for you, when there was a perfectly sweet distraction right next to him. Sure, maybe Isaac didn’t know your favorite movie candy and he didn’t always know the right thing to say when you were having a bad day, but he snuck you out of detention and he didn’t make you so tongue-tied that you couldn’t speak in complete sentences. 

Isaac was fun. He made you feel witty. Maybe he wasn’t perfect, but he was fun.

This night was the closest to perfect you’d had in a long time: Lydia’s epic homecoming party. There were copious amounts of alcohol and scarce supervision, you and Isaac were dancing, and the full moon wasn’t for another week. It was as perfect as you were ever going to get … and yet you couldn’t stop stealing glances at Stiles. 

Outright staring at him would have been preferable, but he had been glowering at you ever since Isaac, Erica, and Boyd showed up. If you didn’t want to see the look of annoyance that was almost permanently on his face when it came to you, then stealing glances would have to be enough. 

It was a shame, though, because there was something so magnetic about him tonight. Maybe it was the effortlessness that made him attractive. He was slightly overdue for a haircut, so he was dragging a hand through it every other minute in that nervous way of his. Even though his plaid was one of the too big ones Noah had bought for Christmas a few years ago, his t-shirt was one from the older collection that he was in the process of outgrowing. Disheveled suited him; he was almost perfect. If the annoyed look on his face would disappear, so would the ‘almost.’

Isaac ducked his head down to speak to you over the blare of the music, lip grazing your ear as he spoke. “You’re doing that thing again.” 

“What thing?” you asked, trying to brighten up when you looked up at him. You should have tried harder, but dancing with Isaac and being witty wasn’t a priority when Stiles was so mad at you. 

The corners of Isaac’s mouth curled up and he tilted his head to the side. You knew that Stiles was the thing, even if he didn’t say it while he twirled you out.

Isaac pulled you in slightly too quickly, so you collapsed into him more than anything else. The two of you were still laughing and cracking jokes about super-healing when you caught a glimpse of Stiles angrily swigging what was left of a beer and disappearing into the house. 

For a moment, all the sweaty teens and bright lights faded away. You untangled yourself from Isaac quickly and clumsily before rushing out an “I gotta go” and pushing your way through the crowd. 

It was easier to breathe when you reached the second floor without so many people around. The only problem was that all the air disappeared the moment you were alone with Stiles. It was the first time in months that you’d spent any time alone together, and the fact that he was more than a little tipsy wasn’t making things any easier. 

Still, you followed him into one of the rooms and closed the door. “Hey, Stiles, are you doing okay?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, actually, I’m just peachy.” Stiles dropped the necklace he was fiddling with and brushed his nose with his thumb. “Perfect. Nothing to complain about, you know? At least no one’s trying to kill me this week.” 

“Sounds like maybe you should be celebrating,” you said carefully, trying not to spook him as you made your way over. “You know, instead of hanging out up here, going through Lydia’s great aunt’s jewelry.”

Stiles let out a hollow laugh and turned awkwardly to the jewelry box on the dresser. He shrugged and picked up the necklace again. “But it’s so shiny and I’m so awkward,” he whined. 

You took a few steps closer to take the necklace out of his hands before he broke the clasp. “You’re not awkward.” Stiles gave you a sideways look and you laughed. “Okay, maybe you’re a little awkward, but it’s an endearing kind of awkward.” 

Stiles stubbornly refused to give you the necklace without a fight, and the chain was caught in the crossfire. The both of you panicked and scrambled to fix it, but this wasn’t the kind of necklace that two teenagers and a pair of tweezers could fix. 

Stiles gave up struggling over the necklace and let out a heavy sigh, hand curling over one half of the broken chain and the bathroom sink. The necklace had been the only thing keeping the weight of the world off his shoulders - the only thing keeping Stiles tipsy and happy instead of almost drunk and kind of sad. “Just forget it,” he said. His voice was raw. “No amount of trying is gonna fix it.” 

“Don’t say that.” You grabbed Stiles’ half of the chain out of his hand and put it next to the other half on the counter. Willing the chains to fuse back together and decidedly not looking at Stiles, you said, “You can’t just give up like that.” 

“Why not? The necklace is broken and I broke it. I can’t fix it.” 

“You can at least try to fix it.” 

“Maybe it doesn’t wanna be fixed. Maybe it’s happier with the stupid scarf, alright?” 

“Wait, what scarf?” When he didn’t answer, you looked up from the necklace to find him staring guiltily at the floor. “Stiles, please don’t tell me there’s some ruined Hermes scarf up here because Lydia will kill me.” 

Still no answer. 

As gently as you could, you reached out to touch his shoulder. “Stiles-”

“Just forget it!” Stiles snapped, pulling away before you could touch him. He almost crashed into the door in his hurry to get away from you. “Go dance with your scarf, okay? You two deserve one another.” 

Stiles stormed into the bedroom, and you stormed after him. You caught his arm before he even made it halfway across the room. “Okay, man, what the hell is your problem?” 

“My problem?” Stiles echoed. “You wanna know what my problem is?” 

“Yes! You’ve been glaring at me all night, avoiding me for like six months, and- what? Now you’re freaking out over a broken necklace?” You took a step closer to him, pulse racing. “So, what’s your problem?” 

“Okay, you know what? You’re my problem.” Stiles was so close that you didn’t need werewolf superpowers to feel all the emotions coming off him. “We were best friends until you ditched me for Isaac Freaking Lahey, okay? We used to hang out like all the time, and now we barely spend any time together unless someone’s trying to kill us. And you’re impossible to talk to-” 

“I’m impossible to talk to?” you echoed. “Stiles, you cringe every time you see me.” 

“I do not!” he said defensively, scrunching his face slightly. “Okay, maybe I do but that’s because whenever I see you, Isaac’s following you around like a puppy dog.” 

You couldn’t help but scoff at that. The puppy comment was a cheap shot and it wasn’t like Stiles could complain when he made it perfectly clear that he didn’t have feelings for you. “So is your problem actually with me? Because so far all you’ve done is talk about Isaac.” 

“I don’t- it’s both of you, alright?” Stiles let out a shaky breath and looked away. He took a second to run a hand down the side of his face before speaking again. “My problem is that I have feelings for you and you don’t even know I exist anymore.” 

No amount of accelerated werewolf reflexes could have prepared you for that. For a second, you were too surprised to respond. “You … have feelings for me? I thought you were in love with Lydia.” 

Stiles snorted. “Please, she kissed me once and it was terrible for both of us.” He shifted his weight awkwardly, unsure what to say while you adjusted to the information. “Besides,” he said in a much slower, much quieter voice, “it’s not like she’s you.”

“Isaac hates Star Wars,” you said quietly, staring at the bullseye in the middle of Stiles’ shirt instead of meeting his eyes.

“God, I hate that guy,” Stiles mumbled. He looked around the room awkwardly before landing on the tv in the corner. “You wanna, uh, watch something with me? I really don’t want to go back down there.”

You nodded without giving it any thought, looking up at Stiles and giving him the first real smile you’d had all night. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

“Great!” Stiles gave a short laugh before slowing his breathing and looking at you so seriously that you thought your heart would stop. “Just, uh, one more thing?” he asked, voice quiet and delicate again. You started rambling, but the words fell away as soon as Stiles lifted his hands to either side of your face. The whole world slowed for a moment, coming almost to a complete stand-still when he pressed his lips against yours. “There,” Stiles said softly. “I’ve been thinking about that since freshman year.”

Despite all the anxiety racing through your system, or maybe because of it, you laughed. The sound of his heartbeat was deafening as you reached a hand up to the side of Stiles’ neck. Time slowed again as you leaned up on your toes, kissed him again, and realized that maybe this night was perfect after all. 

#stiles stilinski #teen wolf #request #i-write-things-sometimes-x

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Fics I Love (and continue to love)

Okay, I’m sharing these fics because I LOVE them, and want you all to love them as well, but most haven’t been updated in awhile, so read at your own risk. I truly hope one day maybe I’ll get that little email notification, but for now, I’ll let my imagination run wild of what could have been. And I’ll keep going back and rereading what has been written. 

*No word counts cause I’m hoping one day they’ll change

(Don't) Touch Me by sarcastielx

Sterek | Mature

Peter sighed and looked very put out. “I was sent on the behalf of my darling sister, Talia Hale, to give the invite that isn’t really an invite, more like an order, to come live at the Hale House for the Gifted.

Stiles blinked, rage momentarily forgotten. “You want me to join the X Men?”

“Why does everyone say that?” Peter moaned. “Boyd, Erica, Isaac. We aren’t the X Men. We don’t fight crime, we don’t have costumes.”

“Well that seems like a waste.”

“Oh go ahead, boy wonder, try and save someone with those poisonous fingers. Would you put them away? We have business to discuss.”

~~~

Or, a car accident leaves Stiles with the power to kill everything he touches. When Talia Hale manhandles him into living at her mysterious boarding home with others of less freaky powers, he meets Derek, whose touch heals. Making him the only person who can touch Stiles.

A Haunting Game of Telephone by StupidGenius

Sterek | Mature

“I didn’t think they’d react like this.” Laura admits. Stiles waves a hand around.

“Really? You didn’t think they’d maybe react badly to some rando showing up and telling them he’s been talking to the ghost of their long dead sister?” He huffs, irritated.

“We’re werewolves! It wouldn’t be the weirdest thing that happened!”

---

Stiles can see and talk to ghosts. He's not entirely thrilled by it, but if he gets a boyfriend out of it, maybe it's not so bad.

Always at Night by TriDom

Stetopher | Explicit

During the day, Chris could leave his phone at home. It's almost always silent. Allison is dead. Isaac is in France. He doesn't talk to his family. But at night, he can count on texts from the sheriff's son or Peter Hale. For very different reasons.

At World's End (Another Begins) by cywscross

Steter | Teen

If Talia were here, she would roll her eyes and say, “He has to put up with you. Of course it would take someone literally from another world.”

But Peter likes to think he just has high standards. Especially since Stiles always gets so adorably smug when he says as much.

Don't Wake Me Up by Rawren (Deshonanana)

Sterek | Teen

"Look at me," Laura commanded. The druid remained still, but Derek could see the way his lip twitched and his heart beat picked up just the tiniest bit. Laura grabbed at his chin, forcing his head up. "Look at me."

At first, there was no response, a split second of hesitation, and then the druid's eyes came up, ghosting over Laura's face for a moment and then focusing on some distant point past her ear.

"Good enough." Laura muttered, letting go and turning to Derek. "Get this one," she snapped.

Failing by TriDom

Stetopher | Explicit

Stiles goes home to Beacon Hills after five years away. He gets set up in an apartment with the help of his dad and starts taking classes at the local university. The town is old and it's boring, it's safe and it's stable. It's just the kind of place that Stiles needs to get his feet back underneath him, after managing to completely fuck his life.

I Went Walking After Midnight by Batwynn

Sterek | Mature

Stiles never really gets a lot of opportunity for surprises or spontaneity in his job. Sure, sometimes there’s a falling piano (classic!), or a bear exiting stage left, or a giant snowman collapsing on the town hall literally seconds after setting the world record for the world’s largest snowman. But after a while, even those fantastical events fade in his memory, and really, it’s not like anything changes.

Everybody dies.

_______

Stiles picks up dead people, Scott mans the gate room, and Derek Hale doesn't die like he's supposed to.

Let There Be Light ( And It Was Good) by Batwynn

Sterek | Mature 

Stiles is born into a world where the Unmated remain blind and fragile until found by their (usually) Werewolf Mate. He strongly believes that tbiz entire thing is a huge pile BS. In fact, he's spent most of his 17 years on this earth trying to fix a system that's done nothing but segregate and enslave humans, regardless of their Alpha/Beta/Omega status. Obviously, things a little different once he finds a real mate.

Not everything is what you read in the news, after all.

#sterek #steter #stetopher #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #derek hale #Peter Hale #chris argent #fics i love #but haven't been updated #so i let my imagination run wild

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Good time

A/N:Takes place post season 6B. Erica, Boyd, Allison, Aiden, Josh and Tracy are all alive in this,  Jackson,Isaac, Ethan and Hayden never left and Kira is returning from training.

Pairing: Derek Hale x Male Reader

Requested by: @softboi-vibes

Derek’s loft became the unofficial official place for pack meetings and the place where a good portion of the pack lived, mainly Derek, his bitten, and the twins. He more or less adopted the chimera pack after he came back and found out about what happened while he was gone and how you and the rest of the chimeras, excluding Hayden, were living in what used to be the Dread Doctors lair.

His loft and life becomes a lot more lively after that.

Now having an oddly domestic life with the teenagers he turned years ago teaching the younger betas and being care-free and messing with each other, the twins that are now trusted packmates instead of the Alphas they fought long ago.

Derek thought it was nice having a large home with lots of people, until he decided not as much so when you’re trying to be romantic and you have teenagers yelling at each other or causing trouble.

After a full week of repeated attempts of trying to surprise you with something romantic that constantly got annihilated by the other pack members, he was ready to scream. First Lydia found a way to get Erica drunk and that was a disaster, then Theo and Malia got into a fight which took Scott to defuse, Mason spraining his ankle while Allison and Chris trained him for being second-in-command for stand in Alpha Liam, Josh had short circuited the school while trying to get a fix and Corey had to sneak him out, Peter made comments on Kanimas which made Tracy and Jackson aggressive towards him. To put it simply, Derek was done with everyone and everything, he just wanted to have a day for the two of you without something happening. So when you walk into the loft to tell Derek that you got Stiles to have Scott take the pack on a vacation he was about to cry in frustration, why couldn’t the two of you just be alone? You saunter over and straddle Derek as he leans back on the sofa “Scott thinks this will be good for packbuilding. Melissa and the Sheriff get a nice dinner date, Peter and Chris can do whatever it is they do together, the teenagers will probably shop around a little and sight see. Stiles and Lydia get what’s happening and are convincing Scott that it’s fine that we are going to stay here.” You explain as you smile down at your boyfriend

You drop your voice down to a whisper as you continue “It’ll be just us and no interruptions, Der.” Leaning down, you press your lips to his and your hands rest on his shoulder, pressing against his front as his hands slide down your sides. “Just one more day, then we get a week of just us.”

——

You were lying underneath Derek on his bed as the two of you made out, his hands riding up your chest to remove your shirt as you broke away and lifted your arms so he could remove it, Derek taking his own shirt off as soon as he got rid of yours.

You feel Derek’s hand tug at your pants as he kisses you again, you put your hand on his as you break the kiss.

You give him a breathless “Wait” and he immediately shoots off of you like a rocket.

“Oh my god, Y/N” Derek says as he looks like he’s torn between running and holding you. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”  

You sit up and lean forward, silencing him with a reassuring kiss and not moving till he responds by kissing back. “You didn’t hurt me, you didn’t rush me. I just wanted to ask you something.”

Derek nods, still looking like a sad puppy. “Yeah?”

You smile and lean back, pulling him back over you into the position you were in before as you whisper “Be gentle? This is my first time.” against his ear.

Derek tenses from above you, looking down at you with eyebrows raised in shock. “You’re a virgin!?”

You laugh and smile up at him. “Yeah, You’re my first everything. Crush, Date, Kiss, you were my first for all of those.” You tell him as the two of you adjust so he’s on his back and your head is on his chest.

You can feel him the gears turning in his head before he finally asks you “So that time we snuck away during Lydia’s party?”

You nod and give an acknowledging hum. “Yup, ”

You trace patterns on Derek’s stomach and glance down, seeing the tent in his jeans. “No wonder you were so responsive.” He says, causing you to playfully slap his abs.

“It was my first time getting a blowjob, of course I was going to be responsive.”

“Then that time in the Camaro when we were waiting for Stiles?”

“Uh huh, first time giving you a bj”

Derek lets out a quiet ‘fuck’ before he pauses and asks “Then this is?”

You move so you’re on top of Derek and smile down at him. “Me placing my trust in you and hoping you’ll make this night unforgettable” You tell him before leaning down and kissing him, breaking contact just long enough to say. “You don’t have to be gentle”

Derek didn’t need anymore encouragement. He grabs your hair in one clawed hand and puts his mouth to yours, sliding his tongue against yours as his free hand cuts your sweatpants from your waist.

You let out a noise of protest that turns into a moan as you fumble his belt buckle in your hands while he slides sharp nails down your back light enough to only sting before grabbing your ass.

He flips the two of you over and lets go of you just long enough to slide his pants off before hovering over you, one hand searching the nightstand while the other held your face and slid a thumb into your mouth.

You close your eyes as you wrap one hand around yourself, holding his hand with the other, satisfied at the way Derek’s breath hitched when you did that as he retrieved the desired item.

You whine when he moves his hand away, opening your eyes when you hear the click of a cap, annoyance turning into arousal as you watch him put lube on his fingers.

He smirks and leans down, running a fang against your lower lip. You open your mouth for him in a breathy moan and grab his hair when he lightly bites your lip, his tongue sliding into your mouth as a lubed finger teases your hole.

You were about to tell him to hurry up when he slides a finger in, causing you to moan and tighten around his finger, bucking your hips into his.

Derek gives you a little approving grunt and eases in another finger, curling them upwards to hit your prostate. You moan into his mouth as you press back against him, putting your arms around him in an attempt to keep him close as if he’d leave. Sliding a hand down your front, he takes the two of you in his hand and lazily strokes causing you to jump between trying to hump into his hand and press back against his fingers.

Derek murmurs encouraging praise into your ear as he lets go of himself to hold only you, adding in a third finger and pumping them in and out of you slowly, making small thrusts and twirls against your prostate with his fingers.

“Derek, please just fuck me already” You say, trying to sound commanding but only sounding needy and impatient.

He chuckles against your neck and moves off of you with a cheeky grin, grabbing the lube and squirting a generous amount onto his length. “Are you ready?” Derek asks you, adjusting positions so your legs were to the sides of his waist and pressed up against him.

“Yeah, Der, please. Please fuck me already” You beg, not caring how you sounded.

Derek nods and lines himself up, grabbing into your hips as he slowly slides into you. Both of you moaning when he enters you, Derek at your tightness and you at the stretched feeling. “Fuck, Y/N. So good for me, so tight” he moans as he presses in a little further

You don’t say anything in reply, moaning loudly as he brushes against your prostate. You put your arms back around him, pulling him down to you to reconnect in a kiss as he begins bottoming out.

Derek pauses once he’s all the way in. “You OK?” you nod quickly and try to move your hips, not succeeding in much as he is holding you still with an iron grip. “I need you to say it for me, how are you feeling?”

“Good, so fucking good. Move, Der. Please, I need you right now. Need you so fuckin’ bad. Don’t wanna be able to walk in the morning.” You blabber, putting your head in the crook of his neck, whining in an attempt to make him start moving. Letting out a little chuckle on how needy and desperate you sound, enjoying how you are already begging for him.

“Slow down there, Baby. Maybe we should start a little slow, I don’t wanna hurt you.” Derek reasons, now knowing this is your first time.

“Don’t care, I’ll heal, need you now” You tell him, holding onto his shoulders.

Derek pauses for a second before responding. “If it hurts, or you’re uncomfortable, say something and I’ll stop. Got it?”

You nod against his neck and give a little mh hm.

“Got it?” Derek asks you again.

You groan into his shoulder. “Yes, Derek! I got it, now fuck me!” you whine, moaning when he slowly pulls himself nearly all the way out and pushes back into you.

“Like that?” Derek taunts, repeating the process in a slow rhythm.

“Fuck, yes. ” You beg, moaning when he pulls back and buries himself in you again.

“So good for me” Derek’s growl reverberates through his chest as he sucks a hickey on to your jaw.

You let out little moans consisting of pleasured little whines, whimpers and ‘Derek’. You can tell he likes when you moan his name, he would make this rumble in his chest or give you a firmer stroke all while keeping his tortuously slow pace.

“Derek, please!” You whine as he sucks a spot on your neck that makes you melt, Derek sliding back into you just as you relaxed, making your hips just and sliding more of him inside of you.

“Please, what? baby boy.” You can hear the smile in Derek’s voice as he talks. “You gotta tell me what you want.”

You were already blushing,this made it even worse “Iwantyoutofuckmeintothemattress.”

Derek’s hips stuttered into a pause as his eyebrows scrunched, replaying what you said in his head. Smiling when he figured it out.

You didn’t like the smile he had on his face, like he was about to do something he shouldn’t.“I’m sorry, what? I didn’t hear you.”

You repeat what you said, mumbling into your shoulder.

“One more time?”

Groaning, you quickly say “I want you to fuck me into the mattress so hard I can’t walk in the morning!”

Moaning when Derek pulls out and flips you over on to your stomach,  your erection caught between you and the covers as Derek pressed you down into the mattress. “I heard you the first time, just wanted to hear it again” Derek teases you, ignoring your grumble.

Tilting your head up as he presses his muscular chest against your back, teasing your hole by rubbing his tip against it as he nips at your ear. “You sure you want me to be rough? I don’t mind-”

He cuts himself off with a hitched breath when you press back against him, moaning as his tip pushes in to you. “Fuck, Y/N.” Derek groans as you test his self restraint

“Derek, I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now I’ll-” You get cut off as Derek slams into you fully, causing you to moan and arch your back against his toned chest.

Derek putting more of his weight on you as he continues with fast, sharp thrusts. “You’ll do what, exactly?” Derek asks from behind you ear, pushing your head into the covers and teething at your throat with a threatening growl.

Caught in the pleasure of Derek hitting all of the right spots inside if you and him marking your neck. Reduced to the blabbering of Derek’s name and begging for more.

“That’s right, you’re so good for me. Go ahead, make some noise. Fuck you’re so hot, Y/N” Derek praises you while he works at your neck, loving the way he can feel you moaning as he marks you up.

You could feel yourself nearing the edge, that familiar warmth spreading through you as you fisted the sheets, Derek must have picked up on it since he slid a hand down your front and wrapped a large hand around you.

Moaning loudly when jerks you to the fast pace of his thrusts, moving your hips to try and escape and chase the overwhelming pleasure at the same time. “You close, baby boy? Huh? Gonna cum for me?” Derek gruff voice growls from behind your ear, hips stuttering in their lost rhythm as you tightened around him when you came with a moan of his name.

Derek following you into orgasm moments later, a reverberating rumble sounding from his chest as he presses as far as he can into you, lowering you flat against the bed and pausing his movements as he came inside of you.

You give a pleasure sigh when he lays his weight on you, placing his head into the crook of your neck near the areas he marked only minutes ago, feeling his hairy chest against your back as you are happily trapped against the bed beneath his weight.

“Was that good?” Derek quietly asks, sliding his hands up your arms and holding your hands.

You let out a content hmm as you feel yourself drifting off.

“I’ll take that as a yes” Derek interprets as he listens to your breathing and your heart return to a resting rate.

After a few minutes of content post-orgasmic bliss Derek goes to move off of you, pulling out in the process.

You whine at the loss of his warm body, causing him to chuckle. “I’ll be right back, I’m just starting the bath.”

You reply with a grunt and a weak thumbs up from a hand that never left the bed. A minute later you are being scooped up, immediately resting your against Derek. Being lulled to sleep by the bounce of him walking as he carries you.

“Ok, in you go” Derek says as he begins to maneuver you in a way he can place you into the tub without just dropping you. You let out a whine and press into him more, smiling when he gives you an irritated sigh. “I will drop you” Derek says in a serious tone.

You reply with a quiet “Jerk” as you get into the tub with his help, sighing contentedly when the hot water touches you.

“See? Nice isn’t it” Derek says, easing you into the rest of the way into the tub as you close your eyes.

Replying with a pleased ‘hmm’ you slide down a little farther and say “In.” Derek replies with a confused “Huh?” as you turn to him and open a sleepy eye. “Get in” You tell him as he smiles and gently nudges your back.

You move forward and sit up a little, leaning back against him when you feel his legs slide alongside yours and arms wrap around you.

The two of you adjust positions for a few seconds until you are in a position where Derek is able to clean you off.

Dozing off somewhere after Derek cleaned your hair and started on your body, only waking after he came back in and dried you off after putting new sheets on the bed. Falling straight back asleep as soon as he covered you up.

#teen wolf x male reader #teen wolf x male! reader #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf x male!reader #teen wolf #derek hale x reader #derek hale x male reader #derek hale x male!reader #derek hale x male! reader #x reader #x male reader #x male! reader

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LIKE MAGIC

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SHOW: Teen wolf

CHAPTER THREE: “works like magic”

EPISODE: 3x02 “chaos rising”

(part two)

The sudden fact and shock of Erica's death hung in the air, tension rising between Derek and Isaac. After Kaitlin had passed out Stiles grew worried for his childhood best friend. But the thought of the bombshell she had dropped on the two of them not even an hour ago still loomed in his mind.k

He looked at the brunette who sat on a table, her uncle looked here over, double checking she was okay, Stiles was confused, he didn't know how to feel about the fact that the girl he'd known his whole life was a supernatural. In one instance, he still just saw Kaitlin, the girl he had grew up with, the girl who's mom was best friends with his mom before she died. He saw the way her nose crinkled up when she laughed and the dimples when she smiled. Or how she played with her collarbone when she was nervous. Then on the other hand, he saw her in a whole new light, she was a witch, he'd seen her do it, she held Isaac down so effortlessly and was willing to hurt herself to help.

Kaitlin caught Stiles gaze, sighing, she says a few words to her uncle, jumping from the table and made her way over to the two friends, awkwardly standing in front of them.

"We should talk" she stated, her arms crossed over her chest, the boys look to each other, silently agreeing "okay" They make their way outside, standing near the redheads car, she leans against the hood as she crosses her arms.

"Why would you lie to us?" Scott questions, a scowl grows on Kaitlin's face, shaking her head slightly "I didn't lie to you, I'd never lie to you. I just..." she sighs, looking at her feet.

"My mom tried to hide it from me for the first few years of my life" she looks up at the two, slight hurt in her eyes

"When it finally happened she explained everything to me, but made me swear to keep it a secret" her voice was horse, her head still slightly sore.

"How'd it happen" Stiles questions from his place, standing against the wall across from the redhead

"Eight years ago" she starts "I came home from school after a really bad day" she takes a quick glance at Stiles, the boy listening intently. "Every little thing annoyed and agitated me, then I got really upset with my mom, which ended in me shattering my kitchen windows without trying" she chuckles lightly at the memory.  "she knew she had to tell me after that, I was young, but I wasn't dumb"

"She explained everything to me, but even if I was allowed I couldn't tell you guys" her voice wavers, emotion building up slightly, she looks to Stiles "you had just lost your mom" then to Scott "and your dad...you were just kids"

"Katie you were a kid too"

Kaitlin goes quiet, looking down at her feet, she sighs "it was so hard, when I moved away, it killed me. I hated it, the thought that I might never see you guys again, I thought that I would never get the chance to tell you guys the truth" she shakes her head, looking back at her friends.

"The reality of it set in when Lydia told me she knew" the two boys look at each other dumbfounded, Kaitlin laughs

"Yeah that's how I felt, she said something about a feeling"

"Psychic" Stiles mumbles

Scott steps forward, his arms slightly crossed "Katie, I think I speak for us both when I say, we don't blame you and we're okay with it" he smiles "but how did you know about... you know, me" Kaitlin smiles

"About two weeks before I moved back, deaton came to Boston for the weekend. He sat me down and explained everything, Peter, Derek, the kanima and what's currently happening, the alpha pack" Scott smiles with her "have to admit, I was speechless"

Stiles stands straight from his position, clapping his hands together. He walks forwards standing beside Kaitlin and wrapping an arm around her shoulder

"Well, I for one am very excited for all of the 'Sabrina the teenage witch' jokes I'm about to make" he jokes, Kaitlin laughs at him, wrapping her arm around stiles lower back, he pulls her closer, squeezing her comfortably

"Looking forward to it."

******

"She's not dead" Derek Hale yelled at his beta, Isaac flinched at the loudness of his voice, the two had been arguing over the status of Erica.

"Derek, he said, 'there's a dead body. It's Erica.' Doesn't exactly leave us much room for interpretation" Stiles explains, Kaitlin sat beside Isaac on a counter, rubbing her temple in irritation

"Then who was in the vault with Boyd?" Kaitlin rolls her eyes, growing tired of the same conversation "someone else obviously"

"Maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle." He looks to Isaac "the one who saved you?"

"No, she wasn't like us, and whoever was in the vault with Boyd was." Stiles crosses his arms, a sigh escaping his lips.

"What if that's how Erica died? They pit them against the each other during the full moons and see which one survives, it's like werewolf thunder dome" Stiles rambles, Kaitlin lets out a breathy chuckle, Stiles' humor always slipped through at the worst times.

"Then we get them out tonight" Derek pushes even further

"Be smart about this, Derek. You can't just go storming in" Deaton buts in. But Derek won't give up "if Isaac got in, then so can we"

"But he didn't get through the vault door, did he?" Kaitlin finally says, the alpha turning his gaze to her "we need a plan"

"How are we going to come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than 24 hours?" He questions the witch, a smug look on his face, challenging her. She gives him an exasperated look.

"Oh I don't know you tell me, your the one that plans on getting them out tonight?" She sits up from her position, Derek glares at the witch

"Uh I think someone already did" Stiles looks at his phone "beacon hills first national bank closes its doors three months after vault robbery" he reads from his phone, handing it to Kaitlin who skim reads over the article

"It doesn't say how it was robbed but it probably won't take long to find out" the girl hands the phone back.

"How long?"

"It's the internet, Derek. Okay? Minutes"

*****

Scott and Stiles went to stiles' house after leaving the animal clinic last night to try find out more about the bank. Kaitlin had told them she would stop by in the morning before school and see how they had progressed, what she didn't expect to see was the two boys Sprawled across the room, papers scattered everywhere, some coming from the printer, both passed out.

"Guys" she attempts to wake her friends, the two teens not moving "guys!" Still even at her raised voice, they slept soundly.

She crosses her arms, smirking, she kicks the chair Scott sat on, he falls from the chair, waking himself and Stiles up as he does.

The two boys smile sheepishly at the witch when they notice her, she stands tall smirking at the boys, wearing a light purple spaghetti string top over a long sleeve white T-shirt paired with denim high waist jeans and her converse.

Stilinski walks into the room, two cups of coffee in his hand, he hands Kaitlin one, the brunette smiles at him, saying a quick thank you

"I see you woke them for me" he laughs "time for school" he states, turning to walk out of the room "Wait, dad!" Stiles calls, his father turning back to look at him

"Heather?" Kaitlin's ears perk up at the familiar name, Stilinski frowns, shaking his head "no. Nothing yet" Stiles' face falls after his father walks out

The room is silent for a few moments, before Stiles speaks up "ten hours and nothing."  He states in frustration

"We're gonna find something" Scott reassures him, glancing at Kaitlin

"Finding something doesn't make Erica any less dead" Stiles argues, moving to clean his room "or Boyd any less about-to-be dead

"We still have time" Scott reassures further, Stiles glances at Kaitlin who shrugs

"Is this whole 'remain optimistic in the face of complete and utter disaster' thing apart of the 'be a better Scott McCall' program?" Classic sarcasm from the king of sarcasm, Kaitlin chuckles, trying to hide her amusement

"Not if it doesn't work"

Stiles sighs in frustration, crumpling a piece of paper in his hand "no, it works"

Kaitlin looks at the papers around the room "Uh guys, maybe your work isn't a total failure" she calls when she notices a newspaper article with Stilinski arresting a man outside beacon hills first national bank

She moves to show Stiles the article, the boys eyes widening and pushing the article to Scott, moving to run out of the room

"Dad! Dad! Wait! Dad!" He runs out of the room, Scott looks to Kaitlin who smiles

*****

Kaitlin jumps out of her car, parked next to stiles' Jeep. The boy groans when he jumps out of the Roscoe, waiting for Kaitlin to catch up to the two, when she does, Scott pulls out his phone and they start walking

"Alright, so we meet at Derek's at 5:00 to go over the plan, and then we don't get started until dark" he swings his bag over his shoulders, Kaitlin sighs

"Do I have to come, Derek's a bit of an ass" she states, Derek's attitude towards the whole situation yesterday make Kaitlin look at the man differently

"Derek's not all that bad, Katie. He's just sour about everything with Erica and Boyd" Stiles explains, reassuring the girl who nods "Yeah I guess, what do we do till then?"

"Well right now, we've got English."

*****

The school day had gone by like any other, boring classes and boring teachers.

After school, Kaitlin, Scott and Stiles met at Derek's like planned

"Okay, you see this?" Stiles pulls out blueprints and a red marker, marking a few places on the sheet

"This is how they got in, it's a rooftop air conditioning vent" he explains the route of the vault that the robbers had took

"It leads down inside into the wall of the vault, which is here. Okay?" He circles the section where the vent is.

"One of the robbers was lowered into this shaft, now that space is so small it took him about 12 hour to drill into that wall, which is stone by the way." He continues, glancing back and forth

"Then throughout the rest of the night, they siphoned the cash up to the guys in the roof, through that one little shaft in the wall. Boom!" He hits the table, putting the cap on the marker

"Can we fit in there?" Scott questions, leaning over the table and observing the sheet

"Yes, we can, but very, very barely." Stiles continues to hit the paper lightly as he talks "and they also patched the wall, obviously,so we're gonna need a drill of some kind"

Kaitlin watches the three men from a counter near by, her legs crisscrossed under her

"I'm thinking maybe a diamond bit.." Stiles starts to ramble again but is cut off by Derek

"Look, forget the drill." He states, Stiles freezes in his place, moving his fist slightly up and down "sorry?"

"If I go in first, how much space do I have?" He looks down at the prints, his mind set in stone

Stiles questionably eyes him, glancing at Scott and then back. "What do you think you're gonna do Derek?"

"Are you gonna punch through the wall?" They straighten up, Derek crossing his arms

"Yes, stiles, I'm gonna punch through the wall." Derek smugly smiles at the teenager

"Okay, big guy let's see it. Let's see that fist." Stiles challenges the taller man, Kaitlin straightens up to watch the scene unfold

"Big old fist. Make it, come on." He pushes further, growing cocky

Derek clenches his hand into a fist, his arms still semi crossed.

"Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big, bad wolf. Yeah, look at that" Kaitlin snickers, earning a glance from Peter Hale who sat on the stairs

Stiles grabs Derek's wrist, putting his hand a few inches away from Derek's fist "Okay, see this?"

"That's maybe three inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid..." Stiles doesn't get to finish his sentence as Derek punches his hand, Sending him backwards in pain, he hits his hand against the metal table. Kaitlin winces.

Stiles whines like a dying cat, falling around the room, holding his newly injured hand "he could do it"

"I'll get through the wall" Derek ignores Stiles as he quietly whimpers

"Who's following me down?" He rests his hands back down in the metal table, looking at Peter

"Don't look at me." Derek's uncle states "I'm not up to fighting speed yet. And honestly with Isaac out of commission, your not looking at very good odds for yourself"

"So I'm supposed to just let them die?" Derek questions his uncle

"Well one of them is already dead" Peter states, a sarcastic grin on his face

"We don't know that" Derek insists, Kaitlin rolls her eyes, sighing and jumping off the table

"Give it up Derek" she starts, all eyes turn to her "you do know what we're up against, right?"

"A pack of freaking alphas. All of them killers, ruthless killers at that. We don't even know all of them" the redhead crosses her arms, standing beside the table

"And if that doesn't scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them form together to make one giant alpha" she finishes, Derek looks to her curiously.

"She's right you know" Peter speaks up "I'm sure Erica and Boyd were great kids, they're gonna be missed" he finishes, stiles glares

"Can someone kill him again please?"

Peter looks back at Stiles, a stern look on his face. "Derek, seriously"

"Not worth the risk" he finishes, referring to the plan to rescue Boyd and the person in the vault

"What about you?" He looks to Scott, Stiles shrugs

"Yeah, if you want me to come..."

"Not you" Derek sternly denies, looking back to Scott

"Scott?" Stiles turns to look at his friend, pointing his thumb in the werewolf's direction.

"I don't know about Erica,but if Boyd's still alive, we have to do something" Scott states, Derek clenches his jaw but nods. Scott looks at Peter, he rolls his eyes and sighs.

"We have to try" Scott pauses, Derek raises his eyebrows "but?"

"Who's the other girl" he turns to look at Stiles and Derek "the one locked in there with Boyd?"

You should know, I am slow with updates. IM SORRY. but anyway have this crappy update :( I promise it gets better and Kaitlin is my favorite oc I’ve ever made so get ready to get to know her more.

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[thehollowprince]

CONTEXT IS EVERYTHING

I got a reblog from one of the people that really dislike Scott McCall on one of my asks today. Like, an actual reblog and not just another anon chasing their tail in circles trying to convince me, themselves and the rest of the world that Scott was truly just Bad™. I was super surprised because that usually doesn't happen until after their leaders Athena and Cole give them the signal, but in the same breath I wasnt surprised because they had me blocked so that I couldn't reply. Par for the course, I guess, but I managed to snag screencaps of the reply and I'm here to just... go through them.

My favorite part of this is that they seemed to have been under the impression that my answer to that anon was a challenge of some kind.

For anyone interested, this was all in response to this ask that I answered yesterday. I went through and debunked all of their points and that's what I'm going to do again with this.

1: are we referring to the first season when they broke up after Night School because Scott "abandoned" them to save their lives from Peter? Because, yes, Scott did send her texts and a picture of them when they were together, and she got upset, and after explaining things, guess what, he did, in fact, leave her alone!

2: I've already talked about Scott's interaction with Isaac in Anchors ad nauseam, which can be read here and here. If anyone doesn't want to read the second one (I admit, I can get a little long-winded), what I said was that I didn't like that scene because of how out-of-character it was for Scott. As for Jackson, with the way he treated people, Scott in particular, I'm honestly surprised that no one beat him before that. Scott has the patience of a saint to deal with that for as long as he did without snapping.

3: what's really weird about this is how these people who really dislike Scott (and just by how that was phrased I think I finally found the anon) always fixate on that time Scott shoved Isaac. Just that one moment, and you know why, because their were no moments after that. Scott had no objections to Allison and Isaac hooking up (they never got around to actually dating).

4: this is one of those moments where I want to shake people and say "please watch the damn show!", because what this dingus left out, like everything else in their reply, was context (more on that in a minute). In that scene where Scott yells at Allison (Raving), its after their plan starts to fall apart. That's one of Scott's legitimate flaws in the show (conveniently overlooked in favor of fictional flaws). When things don't go according to plan, he gets frazzled and upset. It's why he and Stiles work so well together, because Stiles excelled at the spur-of-the-moment stuff. Their plan to capture Jackson (to save his life) and discover who his master was wasnt going according to plan. As a matter of fact, it went completely belly up, and a lot of people were in danger. Forgive me if I give a scared sixteen-year-old some leeway in that situation.

6: this is another instance where you just know that they either haven't watched the show, or they've seen the episode once (probably when it aired) and have never gone back to watch it again, relying solely on their Tumblr community to reaffirm their stance on the situation. What this person failed to include, was that the hunters were already hunting Isaac and Erica and Boyd. They were after Derek's pack since the moment Gerard came to town and declared war on all werewolves, whether they were involved in Kate's death or not (Omega). No thought as t all is given to why Isaac, Erica and Boyd were even in that situation to begin with. Why did Derek involve children in his issues?

What this person is also leaving out is that Scott and Allison didn't get to talk about what happened to her mother at the rave until season three. After she killed herself, she was manipulated by Gerard into actively hunting Derek's pack, and basically told Scott to leave her alone while she contemplated murder.

But once again, we have that double standard rearing its ugly head. Why is Scott supposed to tell everyone everything, but the same doesn't apply to characters like Derek or Stiles? Why didn't Derek tell Scott about his history with the Argents and why he hated them so much? Why didn't Stiles tell Scott about Donovan's or Josh's deaths or Theo's involvement? Why is that the fandom allows themselves to empathize with how these characters are feeling, with allowing them to be emotional in their decisions, but not the lead?

This is where context becomes incredibly important, because without context, we get people making blanket statements about a character in order to paint them in a bad light. Without context, I could make statements like "Stiles is a murderer for killing Donovan" or "Stiles nearly killed a police station full of people" or "Lydia was in league with Peter to bring him back from the dead". Those statements by themselves don't put those characters in a good light, do they? But once you add the context to those situations, it changes the entire perspective of things.

With context, I know that Stiles didn't murder Donovan, but that it was an accident that happened in a life-or-death situation. With context, I know that it wasnt Stiles that planted those explosives, but the Nogitsune possessing him. With context, I know that it was Peter's hijacking of Lydia's mind and untapped power that allowed him to rise from the dead. We're allowed to remember the context of these situations, but why not ever when it concerns Scott and his hardships? Another good example is painting Scott as an idiot because he had bad grades, while completely ignoring the circumstances around his life that led to his grades slipping, namely the werewolf shenanigans he was getting dragged into. The double-standard comes in when a legion of fans come to Stiles' defense for writing an essay on the history of circumcision for an Economics class, because "he has ADD/ADHD" all over one throwaway line about him taking Adderall.

Context is everything, and it's amazing how often it's completely ignored when it comes to Scott.

Two more points.

Sadly, this isn't just something specific to the Teen Wolf fandom. Fandom in general seem to think that romance is the final evolution of any kind of relationship. It says something about them that that's where they're putting the emphasis on Scott's and Allison's relationship, and not the fact that they found their way back to being friends after everything that happened between them in season two.

And then there's this gem.

Wait... what?

I am so confused by this, because I'm not talking about a character I hate, but rather defending one I actually live against a campaign of misinformation. They use the word irony, but I don't think it means what they think it does (this isn't the Alanis Morrisette song).

Final thoughts: I often find myself wondering why I even humor these people anymore because it doesn't matter what I say, or what evidence I produce, they're just going to go out of their way to twist everything into making it sound like I think Coolsville sucks. But I'm like a cockroach, I persist. It's going to take more than they can throw at me to make me stop calling out the racism and double-standards that permeate this fandom.

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[staliaqueen]

bittersweet | 20

pairing: stiles stilinski x oc a/n: part 20 y’all! I can’t believe I’ve actually written this far. until bittersweet my longest wip was literally 4 chapters long. thank you so much for loving and supporting my work, you’ve helped me come so far! warnings: swearing, mentions of death and murder.  wordcount: 1723

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Stiles

The ride to the Sheriff’s Station was silent. It was a very particular silence that I didn’t know how I felt about. It wasn’t awkward, but not comfortable either. I guess there was just a lot of tension in the air. Or rather a lot of tension between us. Neither of us knew how to resolve it so we just sort of sat there in silence. 

I guess just telling her would release some of it, but for some reason, this felt like a very awkward time to do it. Though maybe there wasn’t a non-awkward time to do something like this. I had no idea how to start, and it wasn’t like there existed a handbook of ‘How To Tell Your Former Enemy and Still Not Really Friend That Werewolves Are a Thing’ out there. 

My mind was so clouded with thoughts of what had just happened at Marcel’s anyway that I couldn’t concentrate. At the forefront of these thoughts was Colin. What was his deal, really? I wanted to ask Valerie about him, but I knew I shouldn’t. I didn’t even have the right to feel this way. Who was I to barge into her life and start asking questions just because I didn’t like something?

Before I knew it, I was pulling into the parking lot of the Sheriff’s station. Scott and Kira were, of course, there already. When the jeep was all parked and done I rolled down the window and leaned out, cards ready, to talk to them. 

“Okay, this one will get you into all of the perimeter doors, this one to the evidence room, and this one’s for my father’s office.” 

Scott looked down at the cards and raised his eyebrows. “You didn’t steal this, did you?” 

I shook my head. “No. I just cloned them using the RFID emulator.” 

“Is that worse than stealing?”

I shrugged. “It’s smarter.” 

The, by now, pretty scared looking Kira asked Scott if she could ask him a question and they walked out of earshot, leaving me alone with Valerie again. 

“An RFID emulator huh?” 

I turned to look at her, not expecting her to speak, much less smirk at me. 

“Yeah.” 

“That’s pretty impressive, Stilinski. You just gained a good amount of your respect back. Congratulations, you’re no longer in the negative numbers.” 

A smile pulled at my lips at Valerie’s callback to the first good moment we shared together. “I’m glad to hear that.” 

Just then Scott and Kira returned outside my window. 

“Okay. So, now almost everybody’s out dealing with the blackout, but there’s always somebody at the front desk. There’s dispatch and usually a night shifter or two. You guys are gonna use the service door entrance by the dumpster, all right? Nobody uses it. Now, we’ll stay watch and I’ll text you if anyone comes out, but, Scott, if you get caught, I can’t help you. My dad’s under investigation for impeachment, ‘cause of your dad, so, if anything happens I will run and leave you both for dead.” 

Kira looked a bit frightened at my bluntness, and her eyes traveled over to Valerie in the passenger seat. Knowing what she was thinking, I decided to shoot down her hopes as quickly as possible. 

“Sorry Kira, but she’s in the car with me. I go she goes.” 

A snort escaped Valerie’s mouth and she gave Kira an apologetic shrug as if to say ‘what can you do’. 

“Got it,” said Scott. “Thanks. Seriously, dude.” 

“I’d ask my dad, you know..”

“No, I know. I get it.”

“Alright, just, uh, hurry up.” 

Scott and Kira nodded before setting foot for the service entrance, and just like that, the tension in the air was back. It felt sad to counter the fleeting nice moment we’d just had with something this tragic, but I knew it had to be done. 

“So I guess this is when I tell you everything,” I said quietly, keeping my eyes on the steering wheel. 

“I guess it is.” 

I took a deep sigh to gather my thoughts. So my had happened lately that I didn’t know where to begin. I figured it was best to start at the beginning, just to give some background info, then go onto what I wanted to clear up most. 

“Scott is a werewolf.” I gathered enough courage to look over at Valerie to gauge her reaction, but there wasn’t much to see. She didn’t seem all that surprised, which was understandable. Her brain had probably made that conclusion a while ago, she just needed someone to confirm it. 

“So was Erica, and Boyd. So is Isaac, and so are Ethan and Aiden.” 

Nothing changed in Valerie’s expression, she just kept her steady gaze straight ahead, barely even blinking. Her face was extremely tense, probably from the strain of keeping all of her emotions inside. 

“You know Derek Hale?” Valerie gave a very small nod, like she was afraid she was going to break if she moved too much. “Erica, Isaac, and Boyd used to be part of his pack.” I threw in a quick explanation of alphas, betas, and omegas. “Now Isaac has shifted alliances to our pack.” 

I took a deep breath once again as I finally arrived at the thing I wanted to clear up most. But it was also the part that would be the hardest for her to hear – yet I knew that she needed to know the truth. 

“The reason I told Ethan to stay away from you, is because he and Aiden used to be a part of this pack of just alphas. Really evil alphas. It was they who killed Erica... and later Boyd.”

Valerie fought hard to keep her neutral expression, her jaw clenching even harder as she forced the tears to remain in her eyes, not willing to let them fall down. 

I gave her a minute to think about the information she’d just learned, before I went on to explain how Lydia was a banshee and what had happened with Allison and her family of hunters. 

Once I was finished, I settled back in my seat and let the silence wash over us once again. I kept my eyes on my hands as I played with my keys, trying to give her as much privacy as possible, when I noticed that key I didn’t recognize once again. My eyes narrowed as I held it up, examining it closely, trying to figure out where it came from. But alas, I was prevented from doing so again when a sudden light blinded my eyes. 

I looked out the front window and my gaze settled on the car that had just pulled into the parking lot. My eyes widened when I saw who the driver was. Agent McCall. 

“Ah, hell,” I muttered, reaching into my pocket for my phone. In the corner of my eye, I could see that my words had alerted Valerie to the situation. When my phone was in my hands I typed a text to Scott as quickly as possible. 

“Come on, Scott,” I muttered, eyes shifting between my phone-screen and Agent McCall, who had stepped out of his car and was making his way towards the station. Scott still hadn’t seen the text. 

Fuck it, I thought as I shoved my phone back in my pocket and placed my hand on the door handle. “I’m so going to regret this.”

I pulled the door handle down, but before I could open it a firm hand was placed on my shoulder. 

“No,” said Valerie strictly. “You can’t get your dad in trouble. Wait here, I’ll handle it.” With that said she stepped out of the jeep and hurried down the street. Before she disappeared out of sight, she cast me one final warning glance as an extra precaution to make sure I wouldn’t follow her. 

Thinking it was in my best interest to do as she said, I leaned back in my seat, tapping my fingers on my leg, waiting for her to return. 

After a while (I couldn’t tell you how long it took even if I tried) Valerie walked out of the Sheriff’s Station, and I hurried out of the jeep to meet her. 

“How’d it go? What happened?” 

She stopped in front of me, running a hand through her hair and casting a quick glance back at the Station. “Good, I think. I distracted him for as long as I could. I’m pretty sure I bought them enough time.” Her eyes met mine and suddenly I found myself looking away from her. My hand flew up to scratch the back of my head as I pretended to look for Scott and Kira while wondering why the hell I felt so awkward around her all of a sudden. 

“Stilinski.” 

The call of my last name made me look at her again, mainly because of how soft her voice was when she said it. I found myself being trapped in her beautiful eyes again, as if the faint blue flames were hypnotizing me. Valerie’s stare on me got heavier as well, and the tension in the air shifted immensely, only I didn’t know to what. 

Valerie’s mouth fell open, but only a faint sound could escape before she was cut off by the sound of footsteps. She turned her head to Scott and Kira who were running toward us, and just like that, our moment was broken. 

“We did it,” said Scott, grinning. “All the pics are deleted.” 

“God that was awesome!” exclaimed Kira, bouncing around as she was still high on the adrenaline rush from breaking into the Sheriff’s Station. “I mean, terrifying, completely terrifying, but – kind of awesome. I’ve never done anything like that before. Have you?” 

Scott’s mouth opened, and we exchanged a glance, wondering how exactly to answer that question. 

“Yeah, once or twice,” I said. 

Kira nodded, exchanging a look with Valerie and looking impressed.

“So I guess I should take you home,” said Scott, turning to Kira. 

Kira’s face fell a bit, but she nodded, and she and Scott walked towards his bike.

Valerie turned to me, a look on her face very similar to Kira’s and said, “I’d rather you just take me back to Marcel’s.” 

“Actually – would you wanna go to a party?” 

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[sunnyie-eve]

Chapter 8 | All Have In Common

Series: Unnatural

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Angst

"STILES!" I yell down the hall to get to him. "What?" He jumps, "I know who's next." I say out of breath, "WHO?" I dragged him into the cafeteria and point at Boyd's empty table. I watch as he rushes over to Scott and shows him and I'm pulled out of the cafeteria. "Ouch Erica." I say as she pulls me away from the cafeteria. "Look you have been so nice to me since we first met, and I really appreciate that because you were like my only friend. So I really do think you should rethink about Derek and the pack. For me, for Boyd, and for Isaac." She smile walking off from me as the guys come out and I follow them. "I'm going with you. Maybe Boyd will listen better if I'm there. I talk to him all the time."

When we get to the ice rink I let Scott do the talking until I felt like I should. "I just wanna not eat lunch alone everyday." He says making me say something, "I'm your friend Boyd." He looks at me said, "Yes you are but it's just you. Like how it's just you for Erica too." He said and I shut up. "You can do a lot better then Derek." Scott tells him. "That really hurt Scott." We turn right to see Derek with Erica and Isaac. All my eyes could see were two cocky assholes that I considered my friend and boyfriend. I back away not wanting to be involved, "Back up Isabella. We don't want to hurt you." Isaac says making Erica nod her head. "Derek." I call out to him shaking my head as he watches them. Scott wins telling them the truth then Derek walks towards him as I make my way over to his two guard dogs. "Derek no!" I yell at him but he doesn't listen.

"You two are stupid." I say bending down to Erica and Isaac. "Izzy." Isaac groan, "Don't call me that right now. I'm pissed with you." I look up to see Scott getting his ass beat by Derek. "DEREK! GET YOUR FOOT OFF OF HIM!" I stand up marching over to him. "You've seen what happens when I get angry." I stop halfway there and he walks away from Scott so I run over to him as Boyd shows us the bite. As the four leave I scream, "GOD DAMN IT!" I yell helping Scott up. "Are you with them or me?" He groans standing on his own. "You because you're right but they still are my friends just in the wrong."

I leave Scott to go see the asshole pack that just left. "If you throw another damn table at me." Derek says as I walk in. "If you bite one more damn person." I growl walking up to him. "You know, for a non werewolf you growl a lot." He says making me glare at him. "I'm not joking around Derek. If you haven't noticed that you have gave the bite to all of the people I cared about. And don't bring up the other four because this isn't about them right now." I glare at him and he starts to hold his head, "What are you doing to me? It hurts." He yells making me stop focusing on him. "Did you just do the pain inflation?" He asks backing up. "You know I can't control or know what I'm doing when I'm angry." I fall to my knees making Isaac come to my side.

"Easy Izzy." He holds my hand and I can breathe calmly. "You need an anchor too and it's Isaac for you." Derek says bending down to my level. "You need to learn how to control like we do too." Derek pulls me into him hugging me. "I can't lose you like your aunt. She couldn't control her powers and end up killing her with using it on herself." He lets go of me giving me to Isaac. "It's funny how we all have something in common and that is that we were weak and only friends with Isabella." Erica points out to Isaac and Boyd.

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"Dad I'm going to stay home today. I don't feel well." I lie to him and he tells me to rest up. I wait till he was gone for a few minutes before packing a bag heading to Derek's for the day. "What's going on?" I ask seeing Boyd on the stairs. "Training." He point at Isaac running just to be pushed down, "That looks like it hurts." I hiss sitting next to him. "You hurt people by looking at them if you focus pain on them." He says laughing and I hit him watching Isaac fail over and over then Erica.

"Are we done? Cause I got about a 100 bones that need a few hours to heal." Isaac sits up and Derek takes his arm breaking it yelling at them. I see the others get slightly scared of Derek, "Give me your arm." I sit down on the ground next to Isaac. "Why?" He holds it close to him and I glare at him, "Give it or I'll hurt you. I want to try something." He gives up putting his arm out and I put my hand over it closing my eyes to focus. I think about how I care, feel, and want to help make the pain go way. "What are you trying to do?" He ask and I slap his arm making him hiss in pain and I focused again looking into his eyes this time. "The pain, it's gone." He moves his arm around and I smile. "How?" He asks making me shh him playfully, "I can heal people too but it's actually hard to get down when you're starting."

"It worked for you just now." He gets off the ground pulling me up too. "Because at first it's easier and only works for people you truly care and love since you hate seeing them in pain." He smiles picking me up spinning me before giving me a kiss. "I lo-," Erica butts in. "Can you two not. It's gross." I laugh as Isaac still holds me, "Says the girl who just made out with Derek." I send her a wink making her laugh with me. I get Isaac to put me down going over to Erica, "I want you to try to fight me." I smile making her confused along with the guys. "She'll hurt you." Boyd says and I smile. "Trust me and I won't cheat." I smirk and she charges at me and I shove my hands forward making her fly back when I hit her chest.

"You said no cheating." She slowly gets up. "I didn't, witches also have superhuman durability and superhuman strength." I smile grabbing Boyd's arm twisting it as he charges at me from behind. "Isaac, you wanna give it a try?" I smile letting go of Boyd's arm. "No thank you." He puts his hands up. "At least she didn't break my arm." Boyd says moving his arm around. "Bella, do the others know what you are?" Erica asks talking a seat. "No, so I'd like if y'all keep it a secret." Isaac pulls me down on his lap. "Your secret is safe with us." They all say together.

Tonight was a lacrosse game and I was going and so was Boyd and Erica. Before heading to the school for the game, I swing by the house throwing on a lacrosse shirt on top of my tank top. "Feeling better I see." Dad smiles at me as I jog up to him and the team. "Yes Sir." I nod my head grabbing Stiles. "What's the plan you texted me? Sorry I didn't come today, I had a headache." I lie and he explains to me and I nod my head as we watch the game. "Okay, I'm going to get the keys. I'll text you if I need you." He says getting up leaving me then dad calls him to play. "You. You. You play lacrosse." I turn around to see that my dad was talking to Boyd. "Oh no." I say making him and Erica look at me.

"Erica, you could have tried stopping him." I whisper yell at her from behind the bleaches. "What was I supposed to do?" She asks and I get a text from Stiles telling me he told Allison there's nothing there. As I start running to help him but Erica passes me getting to him first, "Erica!" I follow her as she drags him to Derek. "Of course." I say stopping next to Stiles. While Stiles gives Derek details about how the creature looked, I see him look up so I turn around looking to see it.

I back away from Stiles getting next to Derek looking at it too. "Run." Derek pushes me and Stiles and he sees Derek's neck. I help Stiles hold up Derek till he drops his phone, "I got it." I say but he goes for it too accidentally letting go of Derek making him fall into the pool. "Stiles, you son of a-," I look at Stiles who just stands there. "STILES!" I yell diving into the pool. "Help me hold him up." I tell Stiles putting one of Derek's arms around my neck and Stiles does the same.

"Did you know I'm paralyzed from the neck down in eight feet of water!" Derek and Stiles argue with each other. "Will you two shut up!" I yell trying to stay up. "Okay help me go this way Bella." Stiles says only to be stopped by Derek telling us to wait. "I don't think it like water." I say choking on water that gets in my mouth. "I don't think I can do this much longer." Stiles says eyeing his phone. "We've been holding you up for the past two hours." Stiles tells him. "I don't trust you, you don't trust me and Bella can't hold me up by herself. You need me to survive that's why you're not letting me go." Derek explains to him only for him to let go of Derek and I can't hold him making him sink. "STILES!" I take a deep breath before going under trying to get to Derek.

Every time I swim down I get out of breath having to go back up. I can do this! I make it down to him this time and Stiles shows up helping me bring him back up. "I'm going to kick your ass when we get out." I glare at Stiles was we keep ourselves up. "I can't stay up any longer. I need something to hold on to." I look around to the diving boards. "Stiles, the boards. We can hold onto them." I say making him and me move towards them. When we get there I get a hold but Stiles slips making him and Derek go under. Suddenly Scott shows up pulling them out and help me out to and I just lay there between the two on the ground.

Derek pulls himself up on one of the boards while Stiles holds me up in his arms as we all breathe heavily looking at Scott. "Come on, Bella." Stiles helps me up even though he was tired too. "I got it," I say stepping away from him and follow him and Scott outside.

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The next morning I wake up to see an outfit laid out on my desk with a note. Hey hey Bella, picked out this outfit for you to wear to school. So please wear it. Love your friend Erica. I look at the outfit shaking my head before getting dressed and heading to school. "You wore it!" She claps her hands as I walk down the hall. "One how did you get in my room and two why did you want me to wear this?" I ask leaning against the locker. "You left your window unlocked and because there's a surprise for you today." She smiles walking away while I head to class.

I walk into class seeing Scott stare at something but ignore it, "Stiles not here yet?" I ask walking pass him as someone grabs my hand pulling me down. "Hey baby." I see Isaac's face inches from mine. "How-," I was cut off by his lips. "A little favor. Love the outfit." He he lets go on me and I sit in front of Scott which was next to Isaac and Scott's face was shocked. During class I see Isaac keep glancing at me from time to time and I felt like hiding. The bell rings and I rush to stay with Scott and Stiles, "Why are you dressed like that?" Stiles eyes me and I try to cover myself up while Scott glares at me, "Because I can." I lie and see Erica calling me over. "I'll see you guys in class." I say slowly down as they walk away and I go over to her and Isaac.

"If it's Lydia I'm gonna kill the bitch." He says as I walk up. "We have to test her first." Erica says confusing me. "What are you two going to do?" I glare at the two. "Derek thinks it's Lydia? No way. And as for you, I'm not letting you kill her." I hit Isaac chest as he makes me walk with him and Erica. "Why? If it's her, she is a bitch." I stop pulling him back, "She's still one of my friends!" I yell at him outside my dad's classroom. "Baby, I have a job to do okay. Now get in there before you show up late." He leans down kissing me before shoving me into the classroom.

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