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I just listened to it and you're right! It also fits with Greendale from Chilling Adventures of Sabrina!

Ok but devil town by Cavetown is such a beacon hills song

Why does Derek Hale look like he could be related to Coach? 😭

Dating Theo Raeken would include . . .

~ Theo always has a hand, arm something on you 

 ~ When you can't actually be near each other he has you wear something of his 

 ~ Sweater, hoodie, bracelet, hat, etc . . .

 ~ Theo would be super protective 

 ~ He gets jealous easily

 ~ Having to calm him down 

 ~ Being his anchor

 ~ Having to remind him that you love him and aren't gonna leave him.

 ~ Him saying your "mine" 

 ~ Nicknames for each other 

 ~ Babe, baby, mine, yours, princess, baby girl 

 ~ Cute dates 

 ~ Theo surprisingly being cliche half the time 

 ~ Cuddles 

 ~ Hugs 

 ~ Kisses 

 ~ Theo loving PDA 

 ~ Lots of PDA 

 ~ You not minding 

 ~ Both of you laughing all the time 

 ~ Jokes 

 ~ Laughing at each other 

 ~ Theo feeling like the luckiest guy in the world

 ~ Theo wondering why your with him

 ~ Him wondering why you dont hate him after all the shit he did to you and your friends 

 ~ Him trying to prove that he's changing trying to be better 

 ~ Hating himself for hurting you ( when you found out that he was working with the dread doctors, and thinking he was using you )

 ~ Him trying to prove to you that he didn’t mean to hurt you, and that you weren’t part of the plan falling in love with you wasn’t part of the plan.

~ Him doing anything and everything to get you to forgive/believe him

~ Hating that you don’t hate him

~ Forgiving him

~ Letting him explain 

~ Being so relieved when he comes back from hell

~ Stiles being like a brother to you so Theo try’s really hard to get you to remember him knowing how close you guys where

~ Him saving you from the GhostRiders

~ Punching while hugging him when he escapes the GhostRiders other demention thing

~ Him apologizing for getting taken on purpose but not apologizing for keeping you safe

~ Finding out that he is living in his truck

~ Telling him he can move in with you (your parents are ok with it)

~ Him trying to talk you out of it, but you telling him he has no choice he can’t fight you on this

~ Him sleeping in your room more than half the time even though he has his own

~ Him getting even more pissed when the hunters take both of you because he hates seeing you in pain (and he has t cause you more pain to get the electricity to burn through the k-ties)

~ Being glad you both graduated because of all the hunters at the school

~ Introducing him to Derek when he shows up to help

~ Derek considering you family and threatening to rip Theo’s throat out, with his teeth if he hurts you (i had to :D) 

~ When you guys are trapped in the police station him not letting go of your hand, even when you all walk out to go “” pack to leave “” Beacon Hills (only to talk to Liam) 

~ Helping The calm Liam down at the abandoned zoo and the locker room

~ Theo being extremely worried when e finds out that you were with Scott, Lydia, and Malia when Scott’s house got shot up

~ Theo protecting you from bullet’s in the hospital

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Legal Guardian - Derek & Peter Hale

Derek X sister reader

Peter X niece reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 507

Summary: Reader is a Hale and the school wants her to have a legal guardian on record not just an emergency contact but Peter wants to be her legal guardian but she lives with Derek?

Authors Note: I just started writing dialog and then I thought you know what this could work with Derek and Peter

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“You can’t tell me what to do” I said walking down the spiral staircase

“Yes I can” Peter said following me downstairs

“Your not my father! And I’m pretty sure your not my mother.” I said the last part sarcastically

“I am your Uncle” He stated. But he said it like it trumps everything and it doesn’t. Why would it?

“And how’s that working out for you so far? Hmm?” I asked smirking, knowing it was pissing him off by the way his muscles flexed

“Whats going on?” Derek asked walking into the loft and seeing what stance we are standing in knowing it couldn’t be good.

“The school wants me to have a legal guardian on file.” I told him after grabbing my bag from the couch

“Why now?” he asked looking confused since it has been years that its been empty like that

“Because I guess they were going through paperwork for seniors and they looked up all guardians and finally noticed that mine, ours” I motioned my hands between us “are dead so now they want you or Peter to go in and sign it.” I told him what Lydia told me

“So what's the problem? I’ll sign them tomorrow when I drop you off.” he asked

“Because Peter wants to sign them to. That's my problem.” I told him crossing my arms.

“Why? She lives with me. I own the building. I am on her medical records and I’m her emergency contact. Why do you think you should sign as he guardian?” Derek defended which shocked me to see but I tried not to show it

“I’m older, I’m not her brother and if it wasn’t for the burn on my body I would have been made her legal guardian back then.” He stated, lamely I might add. 

Although I did shiver knowing he was right about the last part.

“What's your endgame because those aren’t good enough reasons.” I questioned my Uncle with squinted eyes hoping he would leave it alone Peter didn’t answer he just huffed and walked off to who knows where. I knew he didn’t have a good enough reason. ‘But then I thought about what Derek had said. Did he mean it? That he would sign the papers or was it just to get Peter to not sign them.’

“Were you serious? Are you going to sign those papers? Make yourself my legal guardian till I turn 18, later on, this year.” I asked him curiously

“I am. I’m your big brother and I should have looked after you better when you were little and I’m gonna try and make up for it. And I’m starting with what I should have done when I came back and put myself as your legal guardian.” he said with a determined tone.

“Derek?” I said turning in the doorway to face him

“Hmm” He turned his head to look up from his hands.

“Thanks” I said with a smile before leaving to go to the lacrosse game at the school tonight

Blue and Red - Scott McCall

Scott McCall x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 457

Summary: Becoming a True Alpha, but your eyes are Blue and Red

Authors Note: reader does have a little bit of a sad moment where Scott has to cheer her up 

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“So Deaton do you know why there like this?” Scott asked his father figure as he examined my eyes.

“I might have a couple theories” he said, not in a very convincingly though

“Shouldn’t they have turned fully red” Stiles asked

“Yes, they should have” Deaton replied, shining a light in my eyes

“Well then why didn’t they?” Stiles asked in an exaggerated tone

“Stiles” Scott said forcefully towards Stiles with the look that said ‘shut up’.

“What?! I’m just asking what we’re all thinking.” Stiles pointed out, and practically yelled.

“Stiles, Scott just means it’s not helping.” I said to Stiles with a small smile on my lips

“I don’t know why. They are both colors it doesn’t make sense.” Deaton explained.

“How can I be a true alpha anyway? Aren’t they rae? The world already has Scott as one it doesn’t need me. Plus my wolf eyes are blue and we all know what that means. I can’t be a true Alpha.” I stuttered out nervously.

“I will look into it. I’ll also look into my theories, but till them I’m afraid we’ve got nothing.” he said before walking away

“Thanks Deaton.” Me and and scott said at the same time. Before he left the room. Stiles left to go after Deaton not wanting to leave with no information. Leaving me and Scott alone in the room.

“What are we going to do Scott? I-I can’t be a true alpha. I can’t.”

I am scared. I don’t want the responsibility of being a true alpha. I can’t be one I’ve killed two innocencents. It’s not possible.

“Baby we will figure this out ok? Even if you are a true alpha, that's an amazing thing. It also means that your eyes being blue isn’t a bad thing.” Scott spoke in a reassuring tone trying to ease me nerves.

“Scott I don’t want to be a true alpha.And my eyes Scott, I’m ok with them being blue because of how they became that way. I am glad that I could put my mom and little sister out of there pain. I wear my blue eyes with pride. I don’t want to lose them.” tears slipped out my eyes.

“Maybe that’s why they are both colors.”

“My eyes being blue is the only thing I have of either of them I can’t lose that.” I told him looking him in the eyes. He cupped my face wiping the tears away.

“You won’t. They will always be with you. In here.” he put his hand over my heart looking me straight in the eyes “Come on let's go home get some rest. You can stay over.” he helped me down from the exam table as we left the vets.

Manners Forgotten - Brett Talbot

Brett x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 578

Requested: Hello! Sorry to bother. May I request? The imagine is with Brett: You and Brett are in a relationship. You went together with him to the game where he meets Liam again. And he was being rude but you or I step in and apologize for Brett and they are shocked to see you. And Brett gets jealous and Pulled you to him. And you just smile and say " We're going now, nice meeting you" or you could change that. - @booklover240​

Authors Note: I’m so so  SO sorry it took so long. Back when this was requested I was still in high school so My mind was so jumbled with so much stuff that I forgot about this. I feel so so So bad that I forgot about this and I am so so sorry. But hey at least it got done eventually. Right lol. But on the Brightside  I feel like I'm a better writer now so ...

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“I still don’t get why she’s allowed on the bus with the team?” One of the freshmen on the lacrosse team asked, out loud as they waited to board the team bus. “OW!” he winced as one of the older guys smacked him upside the head.

“Because she has straight A’s and she the Team captains girl.” The coach stated as he came to stand next to the team, he sent a wink Y/n’s way with a smile. It did help he is her uncle and all.

“Come on. Let’s get on the bus.” Brett pulled Y/n into his side before they turned to get on the bus.

“Are you excited for the game?” Y/n asked once everyone was settled and the bus was on the road.

“I guess” he shrugged sitting next to her.

“Brett…” she dragged out his name nudging him.

“I’m glad your with me, and that your coming.” Brett loled his head to the side readjusting his sitting position so his body faced her more and so he could comfortably lay his arm around her shoulders

“But”

“But, Beacon Hills High is where a nemesis of mine transferred to and he’s on the lacrosse team there.” he told her.

Y/n nodded, understanding better now that she knew that detail. “Well. I’ll be there so focus on that. Focus on me and cool yourself off if you get worked up. No glowing eyes.”

Brett smirked, leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I will.”

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“What’s wrong now?” Stiles asked as he approached a cautious looking Scott. Once Stiles turned his attention towards where his best friend’s attention was, he could see why. Liam was talking to their opponents for tonight’s game, and it didn’t look like it was going very friendly.

“Oh shit.” Scott and Stiles rushed over upon seeing Liam clenching his hand so hard he started drawing blood.

“I paid for it!” Liam yelled as he was held back by Scott and Stiles beside him.

“Oh, your gonna pay for it.” Brett added almost taking a step further but Y/n stepped in front of him placing her hand on his chest. Which Brett took further and pulled her tight into his chest.

“I’m sorry gentlemen it seems Brett here forgot his manners when we got on the bus back home.” Y/n stated as she turned in front of Brett facing this Liam guy and his two older friends. “So I apologize for him. Let’s all just have a great good game tonight, yeah? Keep it clean.” she smiled at them hoping and trying to defuse the very tense situation.

“Couldn’t agree more.” Stiles smiled clapping his hands together. He could really like this girl he thought.

“Well, we’re going now. Nice meeting you.” Y/n nodded with a smile before elbowing Brett in the gut.

“Yeah, sure.” Brett mumbled in a tone you could tell was not genuine. Which earned him another, harder than the last one.

“Well, see you guy’s later.” She gave a tight friendly smile. Y/n grabbed Brett’s hand and dragged him away behind her. Once they were far enough away she stopped and turned to face Brett crossing her arms, giving him a stern look. “You are so gonna hear it when we get home.”

Brett sighed leaning his head back. He figured but still, he can’t help it if he gets jealous or that he thinks to get under Liam’s skin.

Lydia Martin -Teen Wolf

my pack is my family

"To be honest I am totally up for killing you right now, but I've got other priorities."

"just remember, remember i love you"

"mr. ghost rider , mr. rider??"

Game Night

Stiles Stilinski x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Were Dating?

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m your girlfriend?” 

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

It took a few seconds to place the day.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah I would love too” his smiles huge 

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

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

Knight in Shining Armour

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

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There were a hundred reasons why Stiles hates Theo Raeken. He’s a douche and on multiple occasions he has tried to kill his friends. Lately though his hatred for the man has grown, all because of you. More specifically the way Theo interacts with you. He’s always overly touchy with you, finding any excuse to touch you. Even going as far as whispering in your ear. The worst part is you let him do it. 

Stiles wants to be the only one allowed to be that close to you. To whisper sweet nothings in your ear. Instead you let Theo, and it takes everything in Stiles not to do something about it, scared you’d get mad at him. Tonight though that all changes…

Tonight is one of the few nights the pack is doing something normal teens do, Partying. Everyone’s just cutting loose, forgetting about all their responsibilities and just living in the moment. Of course just as they were having fun Theo has to show up souring everyone's mood. He only says a few words before disappearing into another room but his presence is enough to put everyone on guard, especially Stiles. 

While the others try to get back into a partying mood, Stiles is focused solely on Theo. Watching closely as he walks over to you, standing much too close for his liking. This time however instead of letting Theo stand close to you you're shoving him away earning a silent cheer from Stiles. However his smile quickly falls when he sees Theo roughly pull you back to him. 

Stiles moves on instinct making his way across the room to you. As he approaches Theo drops your arm rolling his eyes once Stiles is in front of him. 

“Are you okay?” Stiles asks immediately, concern evident in his voice. 

“Yeah I’m fine, Theo was just leaving” you set Theo with a glare making sure he got the message. Not that he ever does no matter how many times you tell him off he just comes back. 

“Oh come on Princess” he moves to reach you again but Stiles intervenes. Theo chuckles as Stiles stands in front of you, “Oh I see, you’re her knight in shining armour. Well when you get sick of this dumbass give me a call”, with a final smirk he walks away. 

You let out a breath of relief, before turning to Stiles. “Thank you, he just never listens” 

“This has happened before?” He looks so concerned, it warms your heart that he cares so much. 

“Yeah he’s always bugging me can never take no as an answer”  

“Well if he tries something again call me” you can’t help but chuckle a little, stepping closer to him. 

“Guess you really are my knight in shining armour”, Stiles blushes at your words, “Every hero deserves an award” he freezes as you lean in, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

“I- it was no problem” he stutters doing his best to try to seem like he wasn’t totally freaking out. 

“Come one my knight, let’s dance” you grab his hands leading him into the crowd of teens all dancing.

Protective (Werewolf) Brother

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

prompt~ Can you please do one with stiles? Could it be one where were derek’s little sister and have been sneaking around with stiles, then one day stiles sneaks into are room and we get into a heated makeout sesh then derek comes home early or smt and finds us and gets mad and annoyed that we’re dating stiles but also make the ending fluffy??? ~ from anon

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Even though you were an adult your brother still treated you as though you were a child. Now is a prime example, He’s informing you that he’s leaving town for a few days. At first you thought he was inviting you to come along but he told you it was too dangerous. That while he was gone that you were not allowed to leave the house and no one was to come over. You swear he forgets that you're also a werewolf and are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. You just bite your tongue though, letting him give you the whole lecture. 

Once he’s out the door however you're calling Stiles to come over. Stiles makes it to your apartment in record time. A huge smile on his face when he walks through the door. “So how long will he be gone?” He quickly asks while pressing a kiss against your lips. 

You and Stiles have been seeing each other in secret for months. No one knows, not even your friends and you would like to keep it that way. Not that you wouldn’t love to tell everyone that you're dating Stiles, you just don’t want to have to deal with your brother. Honestly you hate that your brother is already affecting your relationship. Though you know if he were to find out he would make it even more challenging to see Stiles.

“At least two days” you can’t contain your excitement. Two whole days you’ll get to be with him. The two of you rarely have alone time together so these two days you’ll be glued to each other's side. Not even a second will go to waste.

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The two of you are so wrapped up in each other's presence you don’t even hear the loft door open. Your hands are running over Stiles bare chest, your lips trailing kisses down his neck. That's how Derek finds the two of you. 

“What the hell!!” Both you and Stiles flinch at the voice quickly separating from each other. Derek stands by the door seemingly in shock at finding the two of you making out. 

“What the hell yourself Derek, what are you doing here?!?” You can’t help your irritation. 

“Don’t you dare yell at me I can’t believe you,” then his eyes flashed to stiles turning a bright blue. “And you how dare you sneak around with my sister” he practically growls the words out. Stiles flinches at the threat ducking behind you in hopes of you protecting him. 

“Derek I’m a grown woman I can see whoever I want” Before he could respond your shoving him out of the room. “We can continue this conversation in the other room.”

Stiles sits awkwardly on your bed, listening to yours and Derek's muffled yells. He’s not sure what's more scary your yells or the silence that follows. He can faintly hear the loft door slam shut before the bedroom door opens. “Sorry about him”

“What happened?” He’s so confused, one second ago Dereks kicked him out of the house and now he’s just gone and left. 

“Me and Derek have come to an agreement, He won’t hurt you and I won't kill him.” you punctuate your sentence with a kiss. Though his life may be endangered, Stiles is the happiest he’s been since you agreed to be his girlfriend. Now everyone will know your his girlfriend, and he’ll be able to kiss you whenever he wants.

HII I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING!

Can you please do one with stiles? Could it be one where were derek’s little sister and have been sneaking around with stiles, then one day stiles sneaks into are room and we get into a heated makeout sesh then derek comes home early or smt and finds us and gets mad and annoyed that we’re dating stiles but also make the ending fluffy???

Thank you so much!!! I'm always happy to know people like my writing.

This was such a cute ask, I love the idea and had a great time writing it I hope you love it, Protective (Werewolf) Brother

Jealousy, Jealousy

Derek Hale x Reader

TW: Mentions of blood and death, werewolfy things, Stiles being an absolute spaz, age gap, Jennifer Blake (cause she’s a warning on her own), major feels, and a tiny bit of angst, some bad words. I think that it y’all. Once again, let me know if I missed something!

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There have always been two constants in Y/N L/N life when it came to living in Beacon Hills, life threatening creatures and the possibility of her imminent death. When she became friends with Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall in Kindergarten, she wasn’t completely aware of what she signed up for. Most people would think the constant Star Wars marathons with Stiles and lacrosse training with Scott would’ve drove her away early on, but she stayed. Not that they’d let her leave even if she tried. Having them as her best friends has always been a blessing and a curse. She would do anything for them, but she didn’t know anything included becoming a supernatural creature.

A werewolf to be precise.

The night of the dance their sophomore year, Y/N had seen Lydia walk out of the dance in which she assumed was in search of Jackson. But when she saw the blonde boy lingering in the hallways, she had a feeling something was off. When she went in search of the girl and found her at the lacrosse field, there was no escaping their inevitable fate. That was one of the many times Y/N thought she’d meet her end. Watching Peter Hale run towards them at fully speed before taking a nice bite out of their skin was not on her bucket list for the evening.

Since then there have been plenty adventures for the “McCall Pack” as she’d like to call it. Allison’s grandfather Gerard coming to town, the Kanima, Derek and his pack trying to kill Lydia, then finding out it was Jackson, only to have him turn into a werewolf and run off to London. There might have been a couple kidnappings and restraining order somewhere in there, but those are minor details.

And, of course, with a new year comes new threats. There has been a recent string of kidnappings that turned into murders that none of them have been able to solve yet. They’ve tried as a group to brainstorm, meeting at Derek’s new loft every so often to get the entire groups opinion, but nothing has come out of it. Well, besides spending extra time with the Alpha. That’s an aspect Y/N didn’t mind in the slightest.

She had no issues making herself at home in his loft, despite his halfhearted protests. No one could understand how Y/N had the ability to just throw her feet up on his coffee table and not get her throat ripped out. It’s either she has no regard for her life, or Derek has a soft spot for her which is something no one saw coming.

The two have always had an interesting relationship. Y/N enjoys arguing, similar to Stiles hence why they get along so well. She loves getting under Derek’s skin and pushing every button she knows he has. It’s almost as if she goes out of her way to try and get a reaction out of him. No one blames her really, it gets entertaining hearing them go at it. Especially for Stiles.

Whenever anyone needs to ask Derek for a favor, the first person they send his way is Y/N. For one, they’ve only ever heard the word “yes” come out of his mouth when talking to her, and she’s the most likely one not to flinch if she has to kill him. She has a conscious, it’s just not always active.

Y/N rides up to Beacon Hills High on her motorcycle before parking in the thin spot near the bike rack. She carefully takes off her helmet, smoothing down any stray pieces of hair that might’ve fallen out of place. She had been told to go to Derek’s the night before to ask him if he’s found anything out about their new lethal friend, the only issue is when she got there, she could hear her new teacher Jennifer Blake in the apartment with him. She felt the urge to completely kick the door down and interrupt whatever conversation was happening, but she practiced a high level of self-restraint. She knew Derek was aware of her being there. He could smell her the same way she could him. But the hot white rage that filled Y/N’s chest forced her to walk away and ride angrily back to Stiles’s place.

Scott and Stiles watch their friend from the steps at the entrance to the school. Her ever present frown is a little troubling as it is much more prominent than usual. They didn’t get the full details about what angered her so much the night before, but it’s clearly still bothering her. She takes the keys out of her bike before stomping up to them. When she notices them staring at her, she lifts an eyebrow, “Something you wanna say?” She challenges. Both boys look at each other and simultaneously shoot her a fake smile.

“You– you look nice today,” Stiles comments awkwardly as he rubs the back of his neck. “Did you uh– did you do something new with your hair?”

Y/N stared at him blankly while Scott mentally facepalms at his friends attempt at covering up their concern. She simply shakes her head, looping her arms through both of theirs. “I’m fine if that’s what you guys are wondering. Derek was busy last night so I just came back to the house. That’s it,” she explains shortly, leaving no room for questions.

Scott scrunches his nose and a look of realization dawns on his face. It quickly morphs into disgust the more he thinks about it and Stiles furrows his eyebrows curiously. He looks over Y/N’s head and waits for his other best friend to clue him in on what’s got him all bothered. Scott makes sure Y/N’s more focused on weaving through the crowd before mouthing “She’s jealous” over to Stiles.

“I’m gonna grab my notebook real quick,” she tells them. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as she reaches her locker, Stiles leans over to attempt a discreet conversation with Scott. “What do you mean she’s jealous?” He asks in a whisper. “Jealous of what?”

“I don’t know,” Scott answers, watching Y/N carefully. “But I’m assuming it had something to do with what happened at Derek’s last night.”

“Why would she be jealous over something with Derek?” Stiles scoffs, his eyebrows furrowed.

Scott shoots him a pointed look. Stiles is an absolute genius when it comes to certain topics, but girls and social cues are not one of them. His jaw drops slightly when he realizes what Scott’s implying. He rapidly shakes his head, flailing his arms in the air. “No– no, uh-uh. There’s no way. Absolutely not.”

“It’s not like you can stop it,” Scott chuckles. “If she likes him, she likes him.”

“Oh God,” Stiles groans disgustedly. “Out of all people? Sourwolf? Really?”

Scott shrugs with an amused smile as Y/N turns to start walking back, “The heart wants what the heart wants.”

“Okay, but does it have to want him?” Stiles continues to complain. “And if she’s jealous that means there was someone else there last night. Who? Because last I checked, Derek is a very acquired taste.”

“How would I know?” Scott replies. “Now shut up before she realizes we’re talking about her.”

The three of them made a pact awhile back that they wouldn’t eavesdrop on each other’s private conversations unless they were in danger. So they knew it would be safe to have said discussion despite Y/N’s enhanced hearing.

“You guys ready?” She asks.

Both nod vigorously, trying to hide their gossip, but their desperation to seem normal gives them away. Y/N simply rolls her eyes and says nothing. She once again links their arms together as they head towards their English class. No one needs werewolf senses to see how tense and angry Y/N got at the sight of Ms. Blake. The fury behind her eyes is one everyone in the pack has had to face at one point or another. Scott vividly remembers those eyes when Issac stole the last piece of her banana bread from when they went to the bakery they all love, and she threw him clear across his house.

Y/N separates herself from the boys, taking her spot next to Alison and Lydia while the boys sit down behind them. It’s a miracle how they all ended up in the same class. Y/N opens up her notebook, choosing to doodle rather than pay attention to whatever Ms. Blake is writing on the whit board in front of them. Alison looks at Y/N’s drawing with curiosity and smiles, “That’s really good,” she compliments.

It’s her beginning sketch to one of her favorite book characters, Sirius Black from Harry Potter. Y/N tries to muster a genuine grin, “Thanks,” she replies.

Alison isn’t clueless though. She can feel the difference in Y/N’s attitude from how she acts on a regular basis. She squints her eyes trying to silently figure it out before turning back to Scott who already knows what she’s wondering. What all of them were wondering. Who got Y/N so riled up? They know she’s jealous of something that happened with Derek, but who could she be jealous of?

“Alright, good morning everyone!” Jennifer greets with a smile that makes Y/N’s blood boil. She brings a hand up to play with her helix piercing to prevent her claws which will no doubt make an appearance by the end of this class. “Today, we're going to delve deeper into Shakespeare's Othello. I want you to focus on the themes of jealousy and manipulation that are littered throughout the text.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow on her teacher. The word “jealousy” feeling like a direct hit on their current situation. She cracks her neck before flipping to the page in their text book. She slouches in her chair, leg bouncing up and down. She quickly begins to run out of patience hearing the teachers heels click every time she takes a step.

“Y/N,” Jennifer calls out. “Why don’t you go ahead and start us off by reading the first paragraph?”

The grip Y/N has on her pencil tightens. There it is. Scott can not only smell it, but he can see it with his own eyes. The tension is more than palpable. Jennifer was the one at Derek’s last night. Y/N tilts her head, “Why can’t someone else do it?” She deflects coldly. “Lydia for example is quite the fan of our troubled poet.”

The challenge in her voice makes Jennifer hold back her own glare. She should’ve known Y/N would be the student to give her trouble from the beginning. The class shifts uncomfortably from the sudden chill in the air. “Y/N, it’s important for everyone to participate. Please, read the passage,” she requests with forced patience.

“I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that,” the (h/c) haired girl answers, folding her hands together as she leans on the desk. “I have crippling anxiety when it comes to reading in front of people. You wouldn’t want to do something to cause a breakdown would you?” She asks in the most taunting voice possible.

Lydia and Alison both stare at their friend with confusion. Stiles has to sink low in his chair to hide the inevitable laughter that’s about to come out of his mouth. While Scott just covers his face with his hands, waiting for World War Y/N to take place in his English class.

Jennifer quirks an eyebrow, “Did you not just do the school play of Beauty and the Beast last month? Where you played Belle? The lead role?”

Silence.

“That’s different, Ms. Blake,” Y/N corrects. “Not that I’d expect you to understand, but playing a character and who I am in real life is completely separate.”

“Well, that’s perfect then,” she nods. “Why don’t you go ahead and read it in character for us?”

A strong scent of copper fills Scott’s nose. He glances down and sees Y/N’s claws dug deep into her thigh. Stiles notices Scott’s wide eyes and glances where he’s looking. When he sees the wide open wound his face turns pale white before he shuffles in his chair.

“What a fantastic idea,” Y/N quips sarcastically before glancing down at the page below her. As she begins to read, the passive aggressiveness in her tone is evident. “O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on."

Her eyes lock with Jennifer's, and she can't help but add, under her breath but loud enough for her friends to pick up on, "How fitting"

Jennifer's expression hardens, but she maintains her composure. She leans on her desk while looking Y/N in the eye, “I would like a word with you after class Miss L/N,” she says coolly before continuing on with her lesson.

The glare on Y/N’s face never fades. She burns holes into the back of Jennifer’s head. Scott grew increasingly more worried that her eyes would flash, giving away her secret for all to see. All four of her friends exchange worried glances. Y/N’s never really been one to get in trouble on her own accord. She’s gotten detention, but ninety percent of the times it’s because Scott and Stiles roped her into it. The boys take it upon themselves to text Lydia and Alison, informing them of their theory of what is causing Y/N’s sudden aggression.

Lydia purses her lips together as she reads the texts. She leans back to whisper to Stiles, “This should be interesting…”

The rest of the class drags on, time ticking fairly slow. Y/N doesn’t say much, but the nasty looks she shoots cut more deeply than any words ever could. Halfway through the period, Stiles places his hand on her back to help keep her calm, which she wouldn’t admit, helped a lot. When the bell finally rings, the students begin to file out. Y/N stays behind, her anger barely contained. Scott, Stiles, Alison, and Lydia linger outside the door, trying to listen in on the upcoming confrontation.

Y/N rolls her eyes as she slings her bag over her shoulder. She approaches Jennifer’s desk with a sickly sweet smile. The teacher doesn’t buy it though. “Y/N, what is going on with you today?” She questions firmly, feigning concern for the younger girl.

Y/N shakes her head, producing the most innocent face she could. “Going on with me? Nothing at all, Miss Blake. I am doing just dandy. Why do you ask?"

Jennifer bites the inside of her cheek, narrowing her eyes, but she manages to keep her tone measured. "Your behavior today has been disruptive and disrespectful. You are a talented and well-read young woman. I expected more from you."

Y/N chuckles, leaning more of her weight on her left side, popping her hip to show just how much she truly cares about this conversation. “Oh, I’m sure you do, given your high standards and all. It must be exhausting to keep up appearances,” she comments with a deceptive charm.

The older woman’s nostrils flare, knowing exactly what she’s trying to get at. Of course this is what her behavior is all about. Jennifer takes a deep breath, “Y/N, your comments today were out of line. This isn’t about keeping up appearances, it’s about maintaining respect in the classroom."

Y/N walks closer to her desk with a sly smile. She traces her finger up the wood, rubbing the dust in between her fingers. “Respect? Funny you should mention that. It seems respect is a bit... selective around here."

Jennifer's patience finally snaps, though she tries to mask it with a strained smile. “Y/N, your insinuations are inappropriate. Whatever issues you think exist, this isn't the place to air them."

Y/N barely even makes eye contact with the woman, flicking off the small dust bunny she formed with her fingers. “Of course,” she agrees mildly. “From now on, I’ll make sure to be more… discreet.”

Her teacher’s eyes flash with irritation, “You know what? Your behavior today has been unacceptable. Detention. After school. I expect to see you here as soon as the bell rings.”

Y/N opens her mouth to argue, but the look in Jennifer's eyes stops her. She storms out of the classroom, her friends quickly falling into step beside her. Stiles trips over his own footing as he tries to grab Y/N’s wrist, “Would you just– Jesus– Y/N. Slow down!” He exclaims, finally catching her. He grabs onto her, holding the girl in place.

Y/N raises her eyebrows, “What?” She bites out. “I have to get to Calc.”

“Care to explain what the hell is going on with you?” Lydia tries to coax the information out of her. She knows it’s never good for Y/N out of all people to keep things bottled.

“Nothing’s going on with me,” she denies. “I’m fine. Are we done here?” She scoffs, spinning on her heel to walk away.

Scott runs in front of her, “Y/N, we just want to help,” he insists softly.

“I don’t need your help!” She snaps. The wounded expression on his puppy dog face makes Y/N groan at her actions. She runs a hand over her face, “Look Scotty, I appreciate it. I appreciate all of you, really, I do. It means a lot that you care so much, but this isn’t something that I feel like talking about right now. I need space and time to plot out her murder and then maybe we can have a discussion later, okay?” She says nonchalantly, kissing Scott’s cheek before walking off to her calculus class.

They all stand there stunned for a moment. Stiles watches after her, pointing at the girl and turning back to his friends, “Did she– did she just say plot her murder?”

“Yup,” Alison nods, popping the “p.”

As the school day goes on, Scott and Stiles continuously try to monitor Y/N and her behavior. Something about her unhinged jealousy is putting everyone on edge. Luckily, the advanced classes they don’t have with her, Lydia does. So whenever they can’t be together, they assign someone else to watch over her.

When Lydia reports back, they’re all slightly shocked to hear that she was absolutely fine in all of her other classes. Which only affirms their theory that Ms. Blake was in Derek’s apartment last night, and that’s why Y/N acted the way that she did.

When the final bell of the day rings, Y/N growls under her breath, knowing she has to spend the next hour or so with Jennifer Blake in an enclosed space. She marches down the hallway, mumbling profanities under her breath before pushing the door to her classroom open. Stiles and Scott watch from afar, the latter trying to listen in for any painful screams. But knowing Y/N, if she truly were to murder someone, it wouldn’t be loud or obvious.

Y/N furrows her eyebrows when she sees Jennifer packing up her desk. When the woman hears her door open, she glances over in her students direction. “Miss L/N, I hope you had a good and reflective rest of your day,” she comments, clearly not interested in Y/N’s day whatsoever.

Y/N doesn’t bother responding. She simply stares at her straight faced with her arms crossed. Her patience is dwindling the longer they stand there. Jennifer picks up her handbag before sending Y/N the nastiest smile she could.

“Well, Mr. Harris should be here in a couple of minutes to oversee your detention, so you can wait in your seat until he arrives.”

Y/N’s eyes narrow, “And why exactly am I waiting for Mr. Harris? Weren’t you the one to give me a detention?”

Her teacher smirks, “Yes, yes I was,” she answers with a shrug.

“Then wouldn’t it be your responsibility to oversee it? You can’t just hand out detentions and not stick around for it,” Y/N scoffs.

“Normally, I wouldn’t be leaving like this. I would happily spend the next hour of my life lecturing you on proper classroom etiquette, but I have certain plans tonight that I’ve been looking forward to. So Mr. Harris has agreed to take you off my hands,” she explains.

Y/N can smell her smugness. Only if she demonstrated this side of herself in front of the class. Y/N clenches her hand tightly, feeling her claws emerging from her actual nails. Anger rushes through her, but she pushes it back with a curt nod. “How interesting. Do you mind me asking who these plans happen to be with?”

Jennifer cockily leans forward, whispering in Y/N’s ear, “You know exactly who they’re with.” Then she pulls away from the young girl, walking out of the classroom without a second glance.

The werewolf’s eyes flash a bright yellow as she watches Jennifer stalk off. She squeezes them shut, trying to avoid any kind of outburst. Her frustration grows by the second, her heart beating abnormally fast as she hears Jennifer getting in her car to no doubt drive to Derek’s loft. A red hot fire fills her soul as she makes a decision that will no doubt have consequences later. But she would rather serve a two hour detention with Harris than watch Derek be with that woman.

Y/N storms out of the classroom, running down the hallway. She ditches her detention, figuring she could come up with an emotional enough lie to relieve the punishment afterwards. Her backpack bounces up and down, smacking into her tailbone as she runs. Her feet pump as fast as they possibly can as she runs through the greenery of the woods. She doesn’t have to pay attention to where she is because her body already knows where it’s going. Almost as if she’s called to be there, her inner wolf begging to move faster.

When she finally slows down, she’s directly in front of the door to Derek’s loft. Her chest rises and falls with her shallow breaths as she simply stares at the door. She didn’t see or hear Jennifer’s car, so that means their’s still time. She licks her lips out of nervousness before hesitantly bringing her hand up to the door, knocking on it softly.

She waits anxiously, wiping her now sweaty hands on her jeans. Y/N’s not used to feeling like this ever. She doesn’t get nervous. Most of the time, she’s the most confident person anyone could meet. Hence why she was friends with Lydia before she even knew Stiles existed. When she goes over to Derek’s, she never usually feels like this. Like her heart might just beat out of her chest if she doesn’t see him. She fights off the small whimper threatening to escape her throat. She doesn’t need to be nervous and embarrassed when he answers the door.

Y/N rocks back and forth on her feet, growing more weary as time passes. Silence fills the air around her and she suddenly feels the urge to throw up when she hears footsteps growing closer. She silently prays he can’t smell how absolutely out of sorts she is. Her inner monologue to give herself a confidence boost doesn’t do much when she sees his shadow at the bottom crack of the door. When the door swings open, it reveals a very dressed up Derek Hale. His face turns into one of confusion when he sees her standing in front of him.

“Y/N,” he greets, completely shocked by her presence. “What are you doing here?”

“Uh– I– um,” she stumbles over her words which causes Derek to look at her with curiosity. She’s not the type to be at a loss for something to say. That’s one of the things he admires about her. She sucks in a deep breath, “I just needed to see you,” she answers.

Derek steps aside slightly, allowing her into his apartment. When she walks in she can’t help but feel safe. This loft has almost turned into her home away from home. She’s here more often than anyone else out of the pack, and Issac lives here. It isn’t until now that Derek can smell the mix of emotions radiating off of her. It’s a concoction of things and he can’t tell which is the primary source of her unannounced appearance.

“What’s this about?” He asks her with a lifted brow.

Y/N sighs, trying to blink back the intermittent flashing of her eyes. “I know someone was here last night,” she reveals. “I came by and heard her. Then I find out today that you two apparently have plans,” she continues getting progressively more irritated. “Which didn’t make sense to me because I thought you were smarter than that.”

Derek crosses his arms, his own anger rising at her tone. He’s used to her empty sarcasm and insults, but this time it’s fueled by actual emotion which sets him equally on edge. “It’s none of your business who I have plans with, Y/N,” he says shortly.

Y/N laughs humorlessly, “None of my business? It is absolutely my business if the person you have these plans with is a complete stranger!” She exclaims loudly. “We don’t know her Derek. She could be the person behind all these killings and kidnappings and we wouldn’t be any the wiser!”

“Your teacher?” He challenges. “Responsible for everything that’s going on?” He chuckles at the obscurity. “Right. I’m sure that’s it,” he shakes his head at the accusation. “Isn’t the whole point of making plans to get to know someone? So wouldn’t it be nice if I did go out with her?”

“She’s manipulating you,” Y/N insists. “And you’re obviously too blind to even see it.”

“Why do you care so much?” Derek asks, his voice elevating as well.

“Because–” She waves her hands around exasperatedly, trying to find the words. “You’re not exactly known for your taste in women!” She all but scolds. “Remember Kate? The lady that up and killed your entire family. Well, I remember her so forgive me for trying to keep your stupid werewolf ass alive!”

Derek goes to retaliate but that’s when he hears it. Her heart rate speeds up. She’s lying to him. That’s not why she really cares. He can clearly see her anger and smell the annoyance radiating off of her, along with a couple of other things. But there’s a sweet smell accompanying it. One that Derek finds rather endearing. Jealousy. Y/N L/N is jealous. He wouldn’t have picked up on it if she hadn’t just blatantly lied. Suddenly her bursting in and berating him makes sense. He smirks when he notices her clenched fists. It’s about time she’s felt the green-eyed monster that constantly visits him when he sees her with other guys. When she’s laughing boisterously about something Scott said, whenever she comes over to see him but ends up talking to Isaac for hours on end. Especially when he found out she kissed Stiles last year after he was kidnapped by Gerard. It truly has been a miracle that no one ever sensed his jealousy when it came to her.

Derek takes a step forward, closing the distance between them. “Why did you really come here, Y/N?” He asks lowly, trying to get her to admit her feelings. “Tell me what you’re really trying to say…”

Y/N feels her face flush as he gets closer. She doesn’t want him to know the real reason why she raced across town to be here. The walls begin to close in around her, so she lashes out in a last ditch effort to protect herself.

“I’m trying to look out for you! You’re stubborn, Derek,” she chastises. “You don’t listen to anything anyone tells you. You like to pretend you’re always ready and prepared for anything, but you’re not! You are just as emotional and vulnerable as everyone else despite being hurt as many times as you have! You’re reckless when it comes to women, so I’m simply trying to make sure you don’t hurt yourself or the pack by making a stupid mistake.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t back down. In fact, he gets closer to her in attempts to pressure it out of her. “You’re avoiding my question, Y/N,” he says darkly. “What’s really going on?”

Feeling cornered, Y/N tries to take in a couple of deep breaths but it fails miserably. She can’t tell him. Not now. Not when he’s interested in another women who’s already on her way here. He even got dressed up for her. She’s never seen Derek in a white button up polo and slacks. It makes her frown thinking that it’s not for her. She scoffs softly before shaking her head, “Forget it,” she mumbles. The h/c haired girl pushes past him, shoulder checking him on her way to the door. “I shouldn’t have come here. Have fun on your date or whatever you wanna call it.”

She slams the door behind her before stomping down the flight of stairs that leads up to his building. When she walks outside, the sky opens up, almost mimicking her inner turmoil with its own storm. Rain pours down on her, soaking her clothing completely as she gets ready to run home, or in all truth, to Stiles house. All she knows is that she can’t be here anymore.

“Y/N, wait!” Derek calls out.

She doesn’t bother turning around, heading the exact way she came. She should’ve figured that he would’ve caught up to her with ease. He’s never had a problem showing her who’s in charge. He grabs her wrist gently but firmly, not allowing her to leave.

“Stop running away,” he commands. “Just tell me the truth.”

Y/N’s eyes once again begin flashing yellow, differing completely from her regular piercing e/c gaze. “Let go of me, Derek,” she demands with a bit of a growl in her voice.

“Not until you stop being so damn hardheaded!” He yells, trying to make his voice heard over the pounding rain. “Tell me!”

“Why do you even care?!” Y/N screams back. “Why does it matter when you’re already here waiting for another woman?”

Derek’s eyes soften slightly, and he pulls Y/N closer to him by her wrist. Her breath hitches in her throat as her hand practically rests on his muscular chest. His lips are so impossibly close that any coherent thought she had before this moment have been completely erased from her long and short term memory.

“Because I need to hear you say it,” his voice got impossibly low, sending a chill through her body that has nothing to do with the cold water hitting her back.

Y/N’s lips part slightly as his thumb comes up to brush the side of her cheek. Her body is drawn to him. The wolf inside of her is trying to claw its way out and into his arms, but she manages to steady herself. “Fine,” she breathes out, not being able to force herself to look away. “I’m jealous, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? That it made me want to commit first-degree murder last night when I heard her voice in your apartment, knowing that it would’ve been me in there if I had shown up just a tad bit earlier? So yes, Derek, I am jealous. You win.”

Derek’s eyes darken at the breathiness of her voice. He places the hand that was holding her wrist on her waist to keep her pressed securely against his front. Both of their hearts beat in unison, “Why didn’t you just say that when I asked the first time?”

Y/N’s defense starts to crumble beneath her, “Because I didn’t want you to think I was weak for succumbing to something stupid like that,” she admits.

Derek laughs, showing off his pearly white teeth, “I would’ve never thought you were weak.” He reassures when he notices the small frown etched on her face. “You’ve never been weak. A bit obstinate? Sure. But not weak.”

Y/N can feel the sincerity in his voice. She doesn’t protest his strong hold on her hip, but instead keeps her own hands occupied on his now soaked through white shirt. It’s not a bad view from where she’s standing. “I don’t think I can do this,” she whispers.

Derek’s eyebrows furrow, a pang of concern filling his heart. “Do what?”

“Keep pretending that I don’t care about you,” she says softly, her chest heaving up and down from how intense the moment they are sharing is.

Derek’s eyes flash their bright alpha red as a primal instinct clouds his brain. He leans close to her face, his stubble rubbing her cheek in just the right way. “Then don’t,” he says huskily.

Before she can respond, he leans in and kisses her, the rain pouring down around them. The kiss is intense, filled with all the emotions they’ve both been keeping at bay. It’s a collision of desire and frustration, their lips moving against each other with a desperate want. A primal need inside both of them. Y/N wraps her hands around his neck, tugging at the short strands of his black hair. Derek wastes no time placing both of his hands on her waist, squeezing the soft flesh. She giggles slightly from the sensation, making him smile. When they finally pull apart, they’re both breathless.

Y/N steps back, her heart racing, but Derek keeps his arm around her, protectively. “How come you ran away?” He asks quietly.

Y/N huffs, running a hand through her wet hair. She sighs loudly before admitting the truth, “I was scared.”

“Of what?” He questions, not believing the woman in front of him would be scared of anything.

“Of this,” she states obviously, gesturing in between them. “Of how much I feel for you. I’m not really big on emotions like this. I don’t know how to handle it. So I was scared of having to open up my heart when I wasn’t sure if you’d actually take care of it.”

The vulnerability in her answer snaps something in Derek’s mind. She has the same issues as he does. He hasn’t been able to truly give himself to anyone since Paige. He felt so strongly for her and then she was gone in an instant. And when he tried again with someone he didn’t even fully trust, he got burned again. Emotions besides anger have never been his forte. So when he hears Y/N admitting the same thing, it makes him realize that this is something they both can improve on.

He grins, kissing her forehead softly, “You don’t have to be scared. We can figure it all out together, okay? Both of us.”

At that moment, a car pulls up, and Derek pulls Y/N even tighter into his chest. The bright headlights blind them and they both try to shield their eyes in order to identify the owner of the vehicle. Y/N’s body tenses as Jennifer steps out, the woman’s expression shifting from surprise to anger as she sees them.

“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” she comments coldly. Her eyes zero in on Y/N who has a rather tight grip on Derek’s shirt, “Miss L/N, shouldn’t you be at school serving the detention you earned today for your behavior in my class?”

“I had better things to do,” Y/N bites back. “As you can see,” she says, pointing at Derek’s chiseled form.

A shit-eating grin forms on Derek’s lips at her words. They both swear they see Jennifer’s eye twitch from the insinuation Y/N just made. He doesn’t bother trying to cover up what just happened and keeps his hands firmly on Y/N’s hips.

“Yes, I can see that,” Jennifer narrows her eyes at their proximity.

Derek can feel the situation getting ready to escalate so he keeps Y/N safeguarded within his hold. He nods over to Jennifer’s car, “I think it would be best if you left,” he states unforgivingly making Y/N smile.

Jennifer sends them both a pointed look, “I think so too,” she agrees before spinning on her heel and walking back towards her car. “We’ll see just how well this works out for the two of you. Let’s hope you don’t regret it.”

She closes the drivers side door before speeding off out of the parking lot. Both Derek and Y/N are left standing in the rain, now knowing that things have just become a lot more complicated than they were before. But even in the midst of her subtle threat and imminent danger, the two of them don’t seem worried in the slightest.

Because they’ll handle that together too.

it’s so crazy how i started my first college semester being hyper fixated on teen wolf and now in my last semester im hyper fixated again, like everything just came full circle didn’t it lmaoo

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How you meet: (part 1)

Stiles:

Your P.O.V:

I was sat at home bored out of my mind not knowing what to do, everything just seemed to bore me no matter what I did, but what do you expect a new girl in town to do when she has no friends. Finally, I decided I'd get dressed and go out and explore the town they call Beacon Hills.

"Mum, Dad, I'm off out... I'll be back later." I said.

"Ok hun, be careful!" My mum spoke in her usually soft tone.

"I will do, I love you." and with that, I was out the door. All I did after that was walk and walk for ages, there didn't seem to be much in this little town and in my opinion that's a pretty good thing, I rounded the corner and umphhh.

"Woahh." and with that, I was sat on the ground, urgh my bum hurts, that was so painful... Anyway, I look up to see how I could have managed to fall on the floor, I mean I know I can be clumsy and all but not the point I literally turn around and land on the floor for nothing. So, when I looked up to see how it could have happened, I notice a young boy around my age staring down at me, huh... He's kinda cute, his buzz cut hair, sweet smile, deep brown eyes which I could instantly get lost in...

"Are you gonna help me up or keep staring at me as you've never seen a girl before?" I spoke a little different than I usually do, but can you blame me, he wouldn't stop staring...

"Uhmmm, yeah, y-yeah... Sorry, I w-wasn't looking where I-I was g-going. Sorry." he spoke quietly, he seemed to be a little scared. Hmmm, I wonder why? He held his hand out and pulled me up towards him in which caused me to fly up and collide into him, either I was a lot lighter than he thought or he was a lot stronger than I thought...

"Errrm, thank you... My names (Y/N), nice to meet you." I felt a lot more confident and relaxed when I spoke to him, unlike any other boy I've ever been around...

"I-I'm Stiles, Stiles Stilinski... Nice shirt by the way..." (You're wearing a Batman shirt.)

"Errrm, thanks... Well, I gotta go, It was nice bumping into you..." And with that I walked off with a slight smile on my face, hopefully, I'll be seeing him again pretty soon.

Scott:

3rd person P.O.V:

You were sat down on the benches at the Lacrosse Field waiting for your father to finish coaching, that's right, you're coaches daughter. You've just recently moved back in with him since you have been living abroad in England with your mother, she recently got a job for a movie or something, you don't remember you weren't even listening to her, but now here you are living with your dad because she was going to be gone for a year and didn't want you to miss out on school. Also, did I mention the Lacrosse practice hasn't even started yet... It's so boring waiting you thought, but oh well you wanted to get some food with your dad and catch up on old times so it was worth the wait. While you were waiting, you saw a couple of the boys running towards the field, you ended up locking eyes with one of the "Woah" you spoke out loud without even realising it, but what can you say he's a hottie. He started smiling at you, it was a little crooked but it was still contagious and you couldn't help but smile back. Finally, your dad came out with the rest of the boys, you thought they were all quite good looking but you couldn't keep your eyes of number eleven the whole practice, as soon as practice was over you went towards your father and see how much longer he would be but he was in the middle of a conversation with number twenty-four and well I'll be damned, number eleven, you couldn't help but watch him as he spoke to your dad, what can you say he has quite the charm when he speaks... Anyway, eventually, your dad turned around and noticed you were stood there, "Oh, hey sweetie. I won't long just need to get everything packed up. I'll be out in five minutes." he spoke, softly. The boys were shocked at his soft tone because they were so used to his loud, sarcastic behaviour. With that, your dad walked off back into the school, while you began to walk towards the benches. "Wait, I'm Scott, Scott McCall... I've never seen you around here before, are you new?" You couldn't help but laugh at his baldness, "Well, Scott, Scott McCall, I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) Finstock, and I guess you could say I'm new to the school, but not to the town, I've just moved back..." you said eager to know this boy and see where the conversation leads but... " McCall, GET YOUR ARSE IN THE SHOWERS AND QUIT FLIRTING WITH MY DAUGHTER!" *mental face-palm right now* Anywho, how embarrassing is that he's so annoying when he does that sort of stuff, you could feel the crimson red burning in your cheeks. "COMING COACH! Well, I guess I'll see you around (Y/N)." You nodded gently and with that, he walked away. "See you around Scott." You whispered to yourself. This is going to be fun...

Derek:

3rd person P.O.V:

You've just recently moved to a new town well known as Beacon Hills and what better way to explore than go for a jog through the town, so that's what you did. It was 3 pm and you were so bored, that running was the only thing you could think of doing to get your mind off of the move and explore the town quicker, you got dressed and out the door, you went. You checked your watch and it's now 5 pm and you figured a good way to get home quicker would be through the forest as you noticed it was close to your home and there was an entrance near where you were, so why wouldn't you be able to cut through there. As you were running through the forest you felt as though someone or something was following you, you stopped and turned to check to see if there was anyone was there but nothing. You carried on with your run and after half an hour you realised you had gotten lost and that's when you ran into him, he felt like a brick wall... He was tall, muscular, with a mysterious persona about him, and what you could tell of in the dark is mighty fine. You snapped out of your daydream realising he was saying something to you,

"I'm sorry, what?" You spoke a little embarrassed.

"I said, are you ok? You seem lost." He spoke softly as though it was a foreign concept for him to speak in,

"Erm, yeah I am, I thought this would be a quicker way home but obviously I have to make sure I know my way first." You laughed for the first time in a long while.

"Ok, I can give you a ride home? If you want?" He spoke unsure of whether or not you'd think he's a creep or not after all you did bump into him in the woods.

"Ugh. Umm. Y-yeah, I mean sure... But only if I get your name first." You spoke with the biggest amount of curiosity as to whether he would tell you not.

"Oh, I'm Derek"

"Nice meeting you Derek, I'm (Y/N)."

Teen Wolf preferences...

How you meet: (part 2)

Jackson:

3rd Person P.O.V:

Let's just say you were new to Beacon Hills High.

This would be your fourth school in the space of two months, don't get me wrong you liked your other schools, but your mother just wouldn't stop moving, she never seemed to find the right place for you both to live. Hopefully, this time will be the last time moving, it's always hard when you start a new school. Anyway, you had just arrived at school and decided to head straight in to find the office, which turned out to be quite easy to find.

"Hi, I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N), the new student. I was wondering if I would be able to get my schedule please." You spoke softly, hoping that you'd get your schedule as quickly as you could.

"Oh, yes. Here you go, dear." The elderly women at the desk spoke in a nice welcoming tone.

"Thank you." After receiving your schedule you made your way to your lesson, bumping into someone on the way,

"Oh god, I'm sorry." You spoke sincerely, hoping whoever it was wouldn't get offended.

"Yeah, you better be..." He spoke with anger laced in his voice.

"You know what, I take it back, I'm not a sorry arsehole. Oh and do yourself a favour, take yourself on a trip to Oz and find a goddamn heart, because you're in desperate need of one." And with that, you walked away to find your lesson. Finally, you arrived at your lesson Biology. Gladly, you weren't late.

"So, the class we have a new student, would you like to introduce yourself." Asked your teacher.

"Umm, yeah sure. I'm (Y/N), I'm originally from (Your hometown) and this is my fourth school in the past two months. That's about it."

"Ok, thank you (Y/N). Take a seat please." You walked to your seat and ended up sitting behind the guy you bumped into earlier. He turned you with the biggest smirk on his face,

"Hi, I'm Jackson." He spoke like he was about to win the lottery by getting you to flirt back. But to his surprise your reply was...

"And I don't care. You're a jerk, who thinks he's better than everyone else, so do me a favour turn around and don't look at me again, ok, thanks. Bye." You were a challenge, but he loved it.

Isaac:

3rd Person P.O.V:

You had seen Isaac around a lot in school and he lived over the road from you. But the one thing is he had never noticed you, until today. Oh, so you thought. You were walking towards your house when you heard yelling and banging coming from inside Isaac's house, you didn't know what to make of it. You stayed frozen in your spot, wondering what might be happening, and whether or not Isaac was alright or not. You see after seeing Isaac around so many times you slowly started to develop feelings for him, which he, of course, would never know. A loud thud brought you back to reality you looked up to see Isaac sat on his porch crying. You decided you'd walk up to him to see if he was alright, as you got to him and touched his shoulder you saw him flinch in fear and as he moved you saw the big bruise forming on his face.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. I saw you crying and was wondering if you were ok," you spoke with the most angelic voice hoping not to upset him further.

"I-I-I'm f-fine. I-It's nothing." His trembling voice spoke.

"It's ok not to be ok. If you want you can come to sit in my house with me, you don't have to tell me anything, but you look like you could use a shoulder to cry on and I'd be happy to be that shoulder if you'd let me."

"Umm, y-yeah, yeah the-that would b-be nice... thank you. I'm Isaac by the way." Isaac spoke, gaining his courage with each word he said.

"Your most welcome, and I know. I'm (Y/N)." you let out a little giggle.

"Really? You know who I am?" He smiled, for the first time in a long time.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I? Your Isaac Lahey, the mysterious and misunderstood guy, who's also extremely good-looking." You spoke with an embarrassed laugh. He laughed along with you and for the first in forever he genuinely felt happy and with you saying he was good-looking not only made his day but his entire year.

"Thank you, and I know who you are too, also you're not so bad your self." He spoke with total honesty.

"Thank you." You spoke, while a red tint formed its way on your cheek, and knowing that Isaac did notice you made your stomach swirl and your heartbeat at a thousand miles per hour.

Peter:

His P.O.V:

I was sat on the couch at Derek's loft waiting for him to return from whatever it was he was up to when he walked through the door with the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen. I don't know what it was but the minute I look into her eyes I felt an instant connection, could it be? Have I found my mate, I can smell that she's a werewolf, so what I'm feeling must mean that she is my mate... I wonder did she feel the same connection as I? I must make a move before she has the chance to leave without me at least introduce myself.

"Hmm, Derek... Did you bring me a present? She is rather delightful." Yes, Peter, you've still got it.

"Don't even think about it, Peter." Hmph, whatever, like I'm going to listen to old grumpypants.

"My name is, Peter... Peter Hale. Who might you be?" Hmmm, I bet her name is as beautiful as she is. Oh. My. God. What is happening to me. I'm going soppy.

"My name is (Y/N)... (Y/N) (Y/L/N), a pleasure to meet you, Peter Hale." Ohhh, darling, the pleasure is all mine. Pfft, I can't say that.

"It's a pleasure for everyone who sets foot before me." Wow, Peter nice going.

"Yeah, and you're a jerk. So, I take back it is a pleasure meeting you." Great Peter, you've messed up big time, oh great she's leaving.

And she's gone. Crap!