anything supernatural happens = Scott is responsible to try to stop it

Long Angsty Sterek Fics

All at least 20k words long (by request)

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

By Any Other Name by entanglednow

He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

Permanent Fixture by linksofmemories

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem.

Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf by lielabell

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

Don’t Speak by fatale

The Alpha pack has systematically attacked Stiles and his friends for months, testing their strengths and weaknesses. When one of the Alphas goes after Stiles, he awakens in the hospital and realizes that something’s wrong. Very wrong. All sounds seem to hurt him, he can’t understand what anyone is saying, and when he tries to speak, it’s gibberish. How is he supposed to deal with the fact that he’s lost the ability to communicate with his dad and his friends?

Without his ability to talk, his sarcasm, and his wit, what does Stiles even have left? Enter Derek, the only one who seems to make it better.

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla)

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

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Lucky Number 24 - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 5008

Warnings: Smut

Notes: Lacrosse Week Special for my favorite bby, Stiles. I can’t believe I just wrote this. I never intended for it to actually turn into that but I got to the point I wanted to, and kinda couldn’t stop from there.

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friendship goals // stiles stilinski

Summary: Having only ever been acquaintances, Stiles & Y/N find out what benefits come along with being friends

Requested: no, collab with @sincerelystiles

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language & smut throughout

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“Why does Scott insist that playing hide and seek in the middle of the pitch black woods is going to bring us closer together as a pack?” Y/N sighed, annoyed as she pulled her thin jacket closer around her shoulders.

“Quite complaining.” Stiles shushed her, bringing a finger to his lips. “You’re only upset because you’re stuck with me.” He smirked.

They had never been anything more than acquaintances. She was friends with Lydia, automatically making her friends with Scott and in turn, Stiles.

“It could’ve been worse.” He offered his hand to her, helping her over the large tree trunk that had fallen over blocking their path. “You could have been stuck with Liam.” She smiled as she reached for his hands. 

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They're Blue - Stiles Stilinski Oneshot

Prompt: Stiles is having a hard time controlling his shift, so he turns to his anchor for help, but it doesn’t work. (Gif not mine)

Warnings: Mentions of dying, sad

Word Count: 1,419

Pairing: Werewolf!Stiles Stilinski x Human!Reader

A/N: Glad I got this out of my drafts. Hope you like it :)

~Masterlist~

You didn’t expect to become the only human in the pack. You see there was two humans in the pack, You and Stiles, but after what happened to Stiles he didn’t have much of a choice. Stiles life was at stake. He was practically on his deathbed. So you had to turn to your only option left; Scott. Scott bit Stiles in order to save his life. It was hard enough as it was, but Stiles becoming a werewolf, now that was even harder. He had a hard time trying to control his shifting. But he had his friends to help him along the way.

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cathcer1984  asked:

Sorry I feel like I'm being a pain, asking so often... but do you guys have a werewolf convention tag? Where things like Electricity in the Contact and Wake Up Call and Pretty in Tents and similar fics would be? If this makes sense? ... its late and I'm not wearing my glasses. Thanks in advance.

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Anonymous said:Can you rec some werewolf convention fics? Thank you x

Omggggggggggg….NO.  I had this huge post almost done, and then accidentally dragged another tab on top and it reloaded this page, so I lost everything *wails*.  I think I recovered most of the links, fingers crossed!  (damn you, Tumblr!!!  Let me save replies as drafts!!!!!)  -Emmy

Originally posted by batlabels

Indulgence by Inell

(2,500 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, emissary!Stiles, married!sterek, public sex

Derek and Stiles indulge in a mutual kink in a hotel corridor outside a crowded ballroom during a werewolf conference.

Pack Dynamics Among Born Werewolves by alocalband 

(3,009 I Mature I Complete) *sterek, enemies to lovers

A Werewolf Convention AU in which both Derek and Stiles are complete nerds about supernatural politics.

Anything But Dull by tryslora

(3,593 I Teen I Complete)  *stackson, fake!sterek, arranged marriage

Politics is everything at a werewolf conference. Stiles is pretending to be Derek’s boyfriend. Peter is trying to make alliances by marrying Jackson and Malia off to other packs. And Jackson is frustrated by wanting the one person he can’t have.

Only Fools (Fall) by werewolvesandarrows (nerdy_farm_girl)

(4,836 I Teen I Complete)  *derek/stiles/scott

Scott knew this was a bad idea from the get go.
Okay, maybe not quite, but let’s just say he had some reservations about bringing Derek and Stiles to the Northern California Alpha Symposium as his guests. He was willing to take a majority of the blame, but he just wishes someone (coughLYDIAcough) would have stepped in and straightened this out before things got out of hand.

Operation Get Derek Laid by Kikileduc 

(5,109 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, secret relationship, spark!stiles

There’s pining, misunderstandings, confusion, a little jealousy…

Stiles and Derek they have a nice thing, no one knows, yet. The issue is, they want their alpha to get lucky at the werewolf seminar, and well Stiles thinks Derek wants that too…

Two Beds + Three People by KuriKuri

(5,145 I Explicit I Complete)  *derek/stiles/scott, polyamory

“You’re not going to try out the bed, Derek?” Scott asks, and Derek really, really hopes Scott doesn’t notice the way his heart skips a beat. There are many ways Derek can think of trying out Scott and Stiles’ hotel bed, none of them appropriate.

(Or: sour skittles at a werewolf convention.)

Alpha and Emissary by Chiomi

(6,319 I Teen I Complete)   *sterek, magic!stiles

One hears rumors, seeping out of Beacon Hills on waves of smoke and blood.

And then one sees the True Alpha’s Star Wars swim trunks.

The whole weekend is very unnerving.

My Best Decision (Has Yet To Be Made) by only_one_word 

(6,563 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, emissary!stiles

Stiles knows a couple things about Derek:
Derek doesn’t like to speak in full sentences in the morning
Similarly, he doesn’t like asking for help

Family Unit by AsagiStilinski

(8,851 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, magic!stiles, packmom!stiles, roadtrip

So werewolf symposiums are a thing

That’s a thing that exists, it’s happening, it’s in the world now

And Stiles doesn’t know what in the name of hell he did to deserve this

(“It’s a mixed supernatural convention Stiles, not a ‘werewolf symposium’!”“)

We Have Potential by dragon_temeraire

(10,196 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, fake relationship, werewolf culture

Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.

Mates and Mushrooms by mikkimouse 

(11,536 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, fake/pretend relationship, sex pollen, dubious consent

Derek’s not that excited about spending three days at a conference getting propositioned by every Alpha with a single pack member. Stiles has a plan to make it stop.

It might be a great plan…if only Derek weren’t head over heels in love with him.

It might be an even better plan if someone at the conference didn’t have a vested interest in Derek staying single.

Find Me Sitting Poolside by TroubleIWant 

(14,286 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, fake/pretend relationship

“Oh, and you’re the Hales!” the host exclaims when Stiles slides the sign-up sheet back. “Or, Hale and Stilinski, I guess. For now.” She gives them a conspiratorial wink. “I have to say, we are just pleased as punch to see an adorable couple like you attending!”

Stiles tosses an arm familiarly around Derek’s shoulders despite all the bags hanging off them, and gives him a squeeze. “I know! We’re pretty much the cutest. Right, honey?” He shoots his Alpha a shit-eating grin.

Derek bares his teeth in what’s probably supposed to be a smile, except that it isn’t, in much the same way that they are supposed to be a couple, but aren’t.

Survival is a Habit by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere 

(15,805 I Not Rated I WIP)  *sterek, spark!stiles

Nearly a year after the Hale pack defeated their first real threat, Talia gets a call inviting them to attend the Triennial Pack Convention.  

They gladly accept, hoping to use the TPC as one last celebration before the younger members go off to college, but when a series of events puts the pack at risk, they find themselves in desperate need of allies.

Love You Harder by tryslora 

(24,886 I Explicit I Complete)  *scott/stiles, unrequited love, fake/pretend relationship, emissary!stiles

Pretend dating is hard. Like really. Like walking around hard all the time hard. Stiles is starting to wonder if he’s going to survive the experience.

Espy Me, While I Watch You by frostedgoddess 

(27,280 I General I WIP)  *sterek, spark!Stiles

Derek Hale is a lot of things; Alpha, leader, survivor, and hopeless closet fanboy to the devastatingly cute YouTube sensation, Spark Stiles Stilinski.

Then, Derek’s betas come up with an amazing plan to get Derek an emissary. Any Alpha’s dream come true.

And it will be, if Derek can juggle his responsibilities as an Alpha, judgement, guilt, and roughly a metric fuckton of self-loathing and doubt about whether he’s good enough for a beautiful thing like Stiles.

It’s Free (And Always Will Be) by kellifer_fic, maichan808 (maichan)   

(31,681 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, werewolves are known

Stiles starts looking around, like there’s someone who’ll rescue him from this painfully awkward situation and Derek can’t blame him. All he can think is this is some kind of elaborate prank Laura is playing on him after she’d found his pile of Fangboy back copies last month.

Or, the one where Derek has to marry a human to save Clawbook and it turns out to be Stiles. He’s completely doomed.

Of Werewolves and Dolphins by Ilovesocks_24 

(53,506 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, scott/isaac, friends to lovers

  “Stiles, come on! It’ll be fun,” Scott said. “You can’t deny that seven days in the Caribbean on a cruise ship full of hot, single werewolves won’t be a good time.”

 “Maybe for you,” Stiles said. “Because you’re tan and have a six pack. No one is going to talk to me at all. Also, fun fact: I’m not even a werewolf.”

 “You don’t have to be a werewolf to come,” Scott said. “You just have to be twenty-one so you can drink. Or so hot guys can buy you drinks,” he added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

 “No, thanks,” Stiles said, shrugging. “Go on without me, just send postcards with all the hot guys you meet.”

 “They’re stopping in Cozumel,” Scott said. “It says here that you can swim with dolphins.”

 “Did you say we could swim with dolphins?” Stiles asked, curiously. “Like the ones that do tricks at Seaworld?”

 “That’s what swimming is,” Scott said, eyes gleaming.  

 “When do we leave?” Stiles asked.

Or the one where Scott convinces Stiles to go on a werewolf singles cruise. Stiles is really only going for the dolphins. Until he meets Derek.

You Make My Heart Ache by grimm 

(248,910 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, parrish/stiles, nogistune/stiles, mates, stripper!derek, bakery au

Based on this prompt & photo! I couldn’t resist. :D

Rating: General
Applicable Tags: Fake boyfriends, Fluff

Tuesday Fic Rec #7

The Principal Thing by @mermaid-reyes / fuchs | Stiles/Derek | t | 4k

Out of everything wrong with the world, out of everything horrible that has happened to Stiles, out of kanimas and werewolves and sociopathic hunters and batshit insane high school students, Stiles had thought that his eventual and inevitable demise would be slightly more dramatic than this.

I LOVE THIS. IT’S SO HUMAN AND REAL AND I LOVE THE WAY THIS WRITING MAKES ME FEEL. I READ THIS OFTEN. I LOVE DEREK RESPONDING TO STILES’ PAIN AND AND ❤️❤️❤️❤️

who’s gonna run this town tonight by @callunavulgari | Stiles/Derek | m | 7k

“So,” Derek says, after they break free of the preserve. They’re maybe ten minutes away from the station. “Who is it? The John Doe?”

“Should you really be asking me that, Deputy Hale?” Stiles mutters into his knees, voice strangely weak for someone who spent the last thirty minutes mouthing off to the people arresting him. “I’m not afraid of you,” Derek says before he can stop himself, glancing quickly at the road before returning the majority of his attention to the rear-view.

“Maybe you should be,” Stiles whispers, and Derek jolts like he’s been hit. He returns his attention to the road, ignoring Stiles slumping back into his seat, so he almost misses the quiet voice from behind him. “Scott McCall. Someone killed my brother and I mean to find out who the fuck did it. Nobody’s going to stop me, not even you.”

Beautiful role reversal fic with Stiles as the omega werewolf that meets Deputy Hale after Scott is killed. Stiles is a little shit (◡‿◡✿) Derek cares about him anyway (◕‿◕✿)

The Importance of Vaccinating Your Lycanthrope by Stoney | Sterek | g | 5k

Herd immunity only works if the herd stays vaccinated, Derek. Well, it’s not like Derek had ever expected that he’d need an MMR, etc. Stiles. Good thing Stiles is awesome at sick beds. Yes he is, too, Derek.

Just some soft, gentle hurt/comfort fic with human!Derek that always warms my heart ❤️

Telling the Sheriff by kamawe | Stiles/Derek | Stiles/Derek | g | 15k

The couple of days leading to Stiles telling his dad about supernatural are not fun.

Sleep deprivation and exhaustion (◕‿◕✿) Relatable Content™ right here. Through a series of unfortunate events Stiles wears himself out between spending time with werewolves and his father and eventually…well. They tell the Sheriff. 

Carry on, Love is Coming by @finduilasclln | Stiles/Derek | t | 6k 

When Stiles breaks his knee after battling the latest supernatural disaster, he needs someone to take care of him.

With tags like “Hurt/Comfort” and “Derek Takes Care of Stiles” this fic pulls me in right off the bat. I love this fic, beginning to end. Stiles having human injuries and human emotions about being injured and I just thoroughly enjoy this fic, always. 

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(Love) Sick and Dying by har1ey_quinn | Stiles/Derek | g | 5k 

“Do you need me to carry you?” Derek looks like anything Stiles says in an affirmative response will only result in him being thrown out the window.

“I-” Stiles squints at Derek. Apparently his lack of response is not good enough for the werewolf, so he takes it upon himself to try and shift Stiles into a sitting position on the bed. “Whoa, head rush. Ow.” Stiles brings his hands to rub at his temples, eyes shut in pain. The throbbing is getting unbearable now.

Stiles gets sick and Derek gets guilty. They work it out though and it’s the cutest, softest thing ever ❤️

Undercover

Requested: Nope

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader

Description: Gerard’s army had grown, by a lot, fortunately for you though you were apart of this army, so people trusted you, which worked in your favor since you were secretly a supernatural being yourself, but nobody knew that, they only saw you for what you portrayed to be, a killer of the supernatural.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3,368

A/N: Wowww hey guys, so it’s been a while since I’ve written like anything, I’m in such a slump and I have intense writers block and just feel so unmotivated. But I want to get back into writing, therefore, I wrote this random Teen Wolf imagine. I kinda just created this in my mind and then just wrote it down. I personally don’t think it’s that great, but maybe you all will like it?? I dunno, but anyways try to enjoy it, I’m kinda iffy on it ngl.

Originally posted by goatsandbuckets

“Everything will change, Scott won’t even know what hit him, once we kill his Beta his whole pack will crumble.” Gerard grinned, as his whole army cheered in admiration.

You on the other hand watched in disgust, all these people were brain washed by this delusional old man who thinks he can overtake the whole world.

You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts from the sound of Gerard’s voice.

“Y/N, you know what to do tomorrow correct?” Gerard pulled you aside, as you nodded in response.

“Of course, how could I forget?” You replied, giving one of your famous smirks, making Gerard laugh darkly, nodding in fascination.

Yes, you were one of his favorites in the group, one of his greatest weapons, if only he knew you were secretly supernatural, then the roles would be completely opposite.

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“We can’t just go around killing people!” Scott yelled, standing across from Stiles as they argued. The whole Pack was there to discuss the Alpha Pack issue but once Stiles and Scott had started yelling no one had dared interrupt. They just kept looking at each other, unsure, like children watching their parents fight.

“Everyone’s not as honest as you, Scott,” Stiles spoke, voice low with a predatory note that seemed to seep into everything he did since becoming bitten. “You can’t just make them promise to leave us alone and then trust them to keep to that.”

Peter smirked from his spot sitting on the stairs, above and away from the rest of the Pack with a wall to his back. He’d always thought Stiles would make a beautiful wolf, but even he couldn’t have imagined this. Stiles was thrumming with controlled power these days, taking to his new Alpha-dom with more grace and poise than the boy had ever shown before the Bite was forced on him. Peter would never understand what universe had made Scott McCall a True Alpha when the only person who’d proven himself in this pack as a true leader was Stiles Stilinski. Whereas Scott’s first instinct was to push away his wolf, to deny his instincts, Stiles had embraced his new abilities from day one. He’d had complete independent control of his shift within a few weeks.

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Part Two // Somebody Else [A Stiles Stilinski Story]

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Realtionship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/ Stiles Stilinski x OFC/ Theo Raeken x Reader/ Theo Raeken x OFC

Warnings: Making Out, Erotic Touching, Swearing, and Angst

Word Count: 1,600

Taking a deep breath, Katalina walked into the chemistry lab and already sat in her assigned seat. She didn’t even bother to greet anyone, too embarrassed on how much she spent the night thinking about and missing Stiles. It made her annoyed and so confused, she just couldn’t take it anymore. And, so, with everything she had in her, Katalina tried to push it all down.

“Hey, partner.” A smiling Scott McCall greeted her when she sat next to him at their lab table.

“Hi.” Katalina cleared her throat, her voice a little rough from not using it until now. “Good morning, partner.”

“Good morning.” Scott chuckled, opening his chemistry notebook to get ready for class. “Did you sleep well?”

Katalina sighed at the question, the memories of her constant thinking and nostalgia over her ex had her up the entire night, tossing and turning in her bed. She tried everything she could to sleep. She listened to classical music, she tried reading to tire her eyes out and she even counted sheep, but none of them actually worked. Thank God for Lydia Martin, however, and all of the makeup classes she has ruthlessly given her. Because of her red headed best friend, Katalina was able to cover all of her dark circles with just the right amount of concealer.

“Yeah.” Katalina forced a smile and before she can ask him the same question, the chemistry teacher began teaching his class.

Katalina could feel his gaze on her and it made her skin tingle. He didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was staring at her, Stiles Stilinski has no boundaries and he certainly isn’t ashamed of that. Theo, on the other hand, was also watching her like a hawk. Well, her and Stiles that is. Katalina wasn’t a werewolf or anything supernatural, and yet, she could still sense the jealousy coming off of her boyfriend.

After giving a boring explanation, the teacher handed out an assignment to do and she and Scott immediately got to work. It had something to do with mixing chemicals and Katalina was very thankful that Scott had actually been paying attention, the girl too focused on the stares she was getting from two different people at the same time.

“So, why’d you leave the party so early last night?” Scott asked nonchalantly as he poured a green liquid into another empty test tube.

“Oh, uh, I just felt like going home.” Katalina answered and the werewolf scoffed at her answer.

“Even if I wasn’t a werewolf and could hear your heartbeat increase, I would still know that that lame excuse is clearly a lie.”

“Okay, you know I really hate that you’re always one step ahead of the rest of us, right?” She chuckled, accepting the fact that she just got caught like a deer in headlights.

“I do.” Scott laughed and she laughed along with him before a comfortable silence took over.

The Alpha werewolf cleared his throat and turned to look her straight in the eye with a look of protectiveness and care. Two characteristics Scott always has on and she admired him for that.

“Was it because of Stiles?” He asked, his voice soft and careful not to possibly hurt her.

Katalina just nodded, not really trusting her voice to verbally respond. Scott knows about everything that happened better than anyone else. He knows just how much Stiles truly hurt her and he was the greatest friend Katalina could have at that moment. Scott listened to every word her wounded heart had to say and gave her some of the best advice she had ever heard in her life.

“Did you know that he asks me about you everyday?”

“He does?” Katalina asked, her voice more perky than she expected.

“Yeah, he does.” Scott nodded, giving her a weak smile. “Stiles cares so much about you.”

Katalina’s eyes fell to the floor with that small and, yet, painful statement.

“Yeah, well, someone who cares about you doesn’t use you for their own personal interests.” Katalina scoffed, focusing on her terrible handwriting in their notebook.

“He made a mistake-”

“Scott, we’ve been over this way too many times.” She stated with an exhausted voice, looking back up at him. “How about we just drop it?”

“Okay.” The werewolf swallowed, agreeing with her terms. He didn’t want to push her and make her feel worse than she already did.

“Thank you.”

Class ended soon after Scott finally finished the experiment perfectly. Katalina helped with what she could, but he did most of it. Scott was focusing on his grades more lately, finally knowing how to balance the supernatural with school. It made Katalina proud and happy to see him so invested in his future and not just on the threats that surrounded them all the time.

Once the bell rang, indicating that the students were finally dismissed, Theo immediately made his way towards his girlfriend. He didn’t want Stiles anywhere near her and would do everything in his power to prevent it. The anger on Stiles’ face was so obvious that it wasn’t even necessary to glance at him to know just how furious he was. Theo could smell the chemo signals coming off of the human and he smiled, pleased with himself for causing that.

Stiles grabbed his things and left without even bothering to say a word, his patience too thin to spend any second longer in the same room as Theo Raeken. Katalina watched as he angrily trudged out of the classroom and felt slightly hurt. She just wished things could be like how they used to. She wants to be his friend again and to have him in her life, but everytime she tries to fix things between them, Katalina remembers how he just used her to get to the real girl he had a crush on and it pains her everytime.

“Ready for lunch?” Theo asked his girlfriend, glad Stiles was finally out of the picture.

“Yeah.” She sighed, looking back at him and getting her backpack. “Let’s go.”

The cafeteria was already full of students getting their meals when she and Theo had arrived. They would’ve gotten there earlier, but Theo wanted some alone time with her. Katalina’s pink lipstick smudged on his lips as evidence on just what they were doing before getting there.

Once they got their lunches and sat down at a cafeteria table with their friends, Theo immediately settled his hand on her thigh. She turned to look at him with a confused expression when he rubbed small circles on her bare skin.

Katalina gazed at him with a confused expression, but Theo was too busy looking elsewhere. She didn’t understand why he was being so straight forward, sure they’re very passionate with one another, but they never really show any public displays of affection. It made Katalina nervous and Theo didn’t like to make her uncomfortable in any way.

Her breath hitched in her throat when he slid his hand higher and under the fabric of her skirt. Anxiety rushed through the blood in her veins and she didn’t know whether or not she wanted him to stop. However, the second Theo’s finger lightly touched her over her panties, she knew she wanted him to keep going.

That’s when she noticed just where he was staring at and everything, finally, made sense. Theo was cockily smirking at her ex-boyfriend as Stiles angrily glared back. Everyone sitting at the table didn’t even seem to notice what was going on since they were too focused in their own conversations, but the moment Katalina realized just what Theo was doing, her entire body boiled with rage. It made her so upset that Theo would do such a childish thing just to spark some anger from Stiles.

The tension between the three of them was strong and once Scott, finally, noticed what was going on, Katalina had enough. She roughly grabbed his hand and urgently ripped it away from her body, Theo’s head immediately snapping towards her. Katalina didn’t say anything, she just watched as Stiles smirked to himself and focused on the meal before him.

“Are you okay?” Her boyfriend whispered in a hushed tone into her ear, his breath sending shivers down her body and she cleared her throat before answering.

“Just stop, Theo.”

“Stop what?”

Katalina groaned at his attempts of being innocent and it made her angry just how hard Theo always tries to be the victim and never the one doing the wrong thing.

“Stop trying to make Stiles jealous!” Katalina shouted a little too loudly and everyone snapped their attentions towards the couple. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as they watched in awe.

“I’m not trying to make Stiles jealous.” Theo lied right through his teeth and her ex-boyfriend scoffed from across the table. “Well, it was working until you took my hand off your thigh!”

“You’re such a child, Theo.” Katalina shook her head, annoyed at her unbelievable boyfriend.

“And it definitely wasn’t working.” Stiles stated, pushing a spoonful of food into his mouth.

“Please, Stiles.” Theo chuckled, the sound making Katalina cringe. “I can smell your jealousy from over here.”

“Yeah, for me to be jealous would require me actually liking Katalina.” Stiles answered with his mouth full.

The response was something she already knew, but still stung a small pang of hurt in her heart. It’s not like she has any feelings for him either, but ever since last night all she can feel is nostalgia clouding her mind. And it was stupid of her to think that things could ever go back to the way they used to be, yet she couldn’t help but feel the smallest bit hopeful. It was reckless and she knew that. Katalina can’t take back what he did and their relationship can never return to the peaceful state it used to be.

Or so they both thought.

The Accident- Pack imagine

Originally posted by queenbanshee

Request: Anon said:

Could you do a teen wolf pack imagine where the reader gets kicked out of the pack for a stupid reason, and then the next day she’s pulling up to school with her brother and they get in a terrible accident right outside of the high school and like the whole school including the pack witnesses it and everyone freaks out (especially the pack) thank you💓

Words: 1806

A/N: I don’t know what exactly you were after so I hope this is ok xx remember if you ever want me to write anything, my inbox is always open <3

‘Just go for it’ you thought to yourself. Liam was stood at the opposite end of the corridor, sputtering his words to Hayden. He had promised you he’d work up the courage to ask her out but all that had happened so far was a short and awkward chat. You were getting frustrated. You knew Hayden liked Liam back and yet neither of them could see it. They were both blind.

You picked at your nails as you waited, listening intently to their conversation, or rather lack of one. You sighed, if you used your powers of mind control this would all be over in two seconds. You shook the thought out of your head. There was no way you were going to use your mind control on a friend, especially a member of the pack. You didn’t even know if your powers worked on other supernatural creatures, never having tried. The aggravation and curiosity build up inside you, seeping through every pore. ‘That’s it!’ you thought to yourself, strutting closer to Liam and Hayden. You stopped a few metres away from them, close enough for your powers to take their hold. You focused your mind on Liam, climbing inside his brain. Liam’s back tensed so his posture was rigid, you could see the vein in his upper arm throb as he tried to fight what was happening to him. Nevertheless, no matter how hard he fought, your powers maintained their hold.

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rosaliemoon  asked:

Well..hi!! I was wonderig if you had any fics where they leave a baby at Stiles' door or de-aged Stiles.. just Stiles and cuteesy babies cause it's my weakness. Love you blog, keep up the great work guys!

Your weakness is almost my weakness.  :D  Found babies it is!  -Emmy

Daddy Stiles and his Metacrisis - Adopted Daughter Laura by lunaraindrop 

(3,139 I General I WIP)   *sterek, magic!Stiles

Warnings: Spoilers for S4, mentions of a *briefly* dead body

“Stiles, you literally brought her into the world with a piece of yourself. You were the first person she saw and scented on when you picked her up. What does that tell you?”

Stiles eyes widened.

“Oh God, she thinks I’m her Mom!”

Once Again, In a Little While by adeepeningdig 

(4,148 I General I Complete)  *sterek

Parrish is holding the infant like a fullback carrying the football, tight and close to his body, as if he’s afraid someone’s going to strip it away from him at any moment.

“Sir,” he whispers, “this baby is running hot.”

“So call the paramedics, get Sally on the line. For heaven’s sake, Parrish, this baby needs a hospital, not the sheriff” The baby is hot to the touch but his pale eyes, when they blink open, are clear and he’s not flushed like a feverish infant would be.

“No,” Parrish hisses, “I mean this baby is running hot. I don’t think he’s human.”

John looks at the priest, still standing in the aisle, hunched in concern. He looks at the baby in his duck onesie and little yellow hat.

“Oh, fuck,” he says.

Just a Spark by MyChemicalRachel 

(6,798 I General I Complete)   *sterek, asexual!Stiles, spark!stiles

“A bird, okay? I heard something on my balcony and when I went out to see what it was, this giant ass pelican dropped the kid and flew away.”
Stiles feels frozen again for a moment before a grin forms on his lips and he’s clutching the baby to his chest, shaking with laughter. “You’re telling me a stork brought you a little werewolf child?”
Derek frowns, folding his arms stubbornly across his chest. “I told you you wouldn’t believe me,” He grumbles.
“Oh no,” Stiles says, trying to catch his breath and talk between spurts of giggles. “I totally believe you. That’s just fucking hilarious.”

Baby Cub by LaBelleetlaloup 

(7,242 I Teen I Complete)

Between one thing and another, Stiles ends up living in the rebuilt Hale House while Derek’s off finding himself. When Hunters arrive on the heels of a supposedly feral omega, Stiles finds a baby werewolf abandoned on the front porch… a baby werewolf with the rare ability to shift into a full wolf.

Alpha’s Guardian by Kindred 

(9,214 I Mature I WIP) *sterek, scott/stiles, stiles/isaac, allison/scott

Stiles finds a toddler on his door step

Everything With You by ElStark 

(9,239 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek

“What’s going on?” Derek asked.

Scott shook his head, “You need to see.”

“Would you stop with the fucking mystery and just tell us already?” Stiles snapped at him.

“We found a baby,” Scott relented, starting to half jog towards the opposite line of trees they had been standing in front of.

Stiles looked at Derek and found him frowning deeply. He reached for his hand and squeezed, Derek looked at him and gave him a small smile, lacing his fingers with Stiles’.

Scott took them to the big tree in the middle of the forest that had a hollow bark, except this time when they looked inside, it wasn’t really hollow. A little girl, maybe four or five years old, was sitting in there all curled up in herself, her arms hugging her knees tightly.

3 Idiots and a Baby by WithMyTeeth (Ylith) 

(10,255 I Explicit I WIP)  *sterek

One little abandoned Were-baby changes everything.

Hopeless Opus by Casspiration 

(11,162 I General I Complete)  *sterek, packmom!Stiles

Scott may or may not have angered a witch and gotten the entire pack turned into tiny toddlers bundling with energy and Derek is absolutely terrified of children.

Or

The fic in which Stiles is good with kids and it makes Derek want to press him against every available surface.

Things Have Changed by steadyasthestars 

(12,206 I Not Rared I WIP)   *sterek, character death

After a tragic accident, Stiles and Derek are now taking care of Scott and Allison’s son. While co-parenting they discover that their love for their fallen friends isn’t the only thing keeping them together.

Open the Door by TatsuKitty 

(14,854 I Explicit I Complete)   *sterek

“What the hell?” He blinked and jerked his head up to see if anyone was around. “This is some really shitty joke, right?”  The baby was silent, bundled in pale pink blankets in an honest to god woven basket.
Stiles knelt down and poked at it.
The baby started wailing, immediately and loudly.

Omnis Cellula E Cellula by twnkwlf 

(15,296 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek

“You put the diaper on backwards,” Derek says.

What to Expect when You Aren’t Expecting by MemeKon 

(16,921 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek

The baby’s wailing is piercing, Stiles doesn’t know how Derek can stand it. He tries shushing her and cooing at her and bouncing her a little, but the crying only gets louder, and in addition to hurting his ears, it’s hurting his soul.

“Stiles,” Derek interrupts him mid-croon, eyebrows meeting over the bridge of his nose, “have you fed her since you found her?”

Stiles gapes and looks down at the baby’s distressed face as she bawls.

That Could be Us by captainpinkoreos 

(23,851 I Explicit I WIP)   *sterek

It’s been two years since that time Derek and Stiles spent a night together. Stiles thought they had something, he was so sure of it, but Derek began to drift away from him and towards the pack’s old high school English teacher, Jennifer Blake. Stiles will do anything for an explanation of the relationship between him and Derek, but when the pack finds a baby in the preserve and Stiles volunteers to care for the baby, he and Derek are forced to confront the nature of their relationship and how Jennifer Blake found her way between them.

Or:
The pack finds a baby, the baby forces Derek and Stiles to talk about their angsty past, and it’s all Jennifer Blake’s fault.

Split Infinitives by Guede 

(25,583 I Explicit I WIP)   *steter, alive Hale family, magic!stiles

Several months later, Talia’s settling into her role as alpha, Peter’s at college, and the time-traveling trio of Stiles, Scott, and Lydia are getting used to the idea of staying put.  Sounds like a good time for some unexpected guests.

The More That I Know (The More I Want To) by LadySlytherin 

(43,655 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

Tales of Sparks and Lightning by graveltotempo 

(48,342 I Teen I WIP)   *sterek

Life had not been very kind to Stiles Stilinski.
He lost his mother at an early age, and watched many of his friends die while he was still in high school. He had looked at death in the eye more than once in that year alone.
He had thought about dying. More than once. He had always expected to die mauled by a supernatural creature that wasn’t supposed to exist, or piss off the wrong werewolf, or try Derek one too many times: all of his deaths included a ferocious battle for survival.
But this? This wasn’t him being incredibly stupid. He had lived in Beacon Hills dodging supernatural mauling and killer trees just to die in a stupid airplane crash.
After all that had happened, he was going to die by human hands.

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter 

(51,937 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.

It looks exactly like him.

Well, this is awkward.

Places in the Heart by Strangeredlantern, Vague_Shadows    

(118,493 I Explicit I Complete)  *stiles/isaac, derek/isaac

Isaac swears there are a billion different kinds of baby formulas in this fucking aisle…
“Hey, man, you okay?”
The voice startles him; he thought he was alone in his dilemma, and he’s embarrassed to wonder how long this guy has been standing there observing Isaac’s pathetic internal meltdown.  Something in the guy’s face seems kind—maybe it’s those Bambi eyes, or the slight grin on his face?—and Isaac gets the idea that even if he noticed the silent freak out he won’t mention it.
“You okay?” he repeats.
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Can I—uh—help?  Maybe? I’m not the world’s best at the whole baby thing, but I’m a pretty awesome godfather to the world’s cutest one-year-old so…”

The River

Pairing: Scott x Reader

Summary: Scott goes looking for you between his classes and he finds you by recognizing the melody of your favorite song, also he finds out about your special place.

A/N: Thank you to my dylan @were-cheetah-stiles for making this a piece of art as usual. and to @joeynihil for literally feeding this whole imagine and what better time to write one of her idea requests during her birthday week? <3 gif by @henycavil

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The quietness surrounded Scott when he allowed the classroom door to shut behind him; it felt strange to him looking down an empty corridor, he was so used to it being crowded by students laughing and joking about with their friends. He looked over his shoulder once more, eyes going straight towards your seat that was oddly vacant. Scott remembered seeing you just before this class, how could he not? You were the only person that clouded his mind day in and day out.

Scott sniffed the air hesitantly, looking around him to ensure no one was observing him, trying to catch your scent but it was nowhere to be found. He walked down the hall, taking a right towards your locker where a faint scent lingered. He followed it until it disappeared, being replaced by other student’s smell. That’s when he heard it.

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Out Of My Mind

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Scott x Derek

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count 4,700

**Hey guys! I hope you like this! Also it’s crazy long but that’s just because this is supposed to be the only part.. although I might be convinced to do a part 2**

Originally posted by lovablecouples


           I jiggle my knee absentmindedly under my desk as I glare at the man standing in front of me.

           “No, Mr. Harris,” I say in a snarky drawl, “Contrary to what you seem to believe Beacon Hills is not the most interesting place I’ve ever lived. I spent 2 years living in China, 8 months in the heart of the dense jungle surrounding the Amazon River, and 3 weeks trekking across the Sahara Desert. So I’m curious as to why you seem to be under the impression that your quaint little suburbia has any form of fascination for me.”

           Mr. Harris flushes with embarrassment and mumbles something about how today’s youth doesn’t appreciate the simplicity of a quiet town before he quickly walks away from me. I hear a snicker from somewhere behind me to the left, and I turn slightly to see who it’s coming from. Out of the corner of my eye I notice a pale boy, his cheek and neck dotted with a few moles, his dark brown hair completely disheveled and his hazel eyes are flickering with amusement.

           I bet if she knew all the freaky shit that happened around here she’d be a little more impressed by it.

           I quirk an eyebrow at the response, my interest peaked, and I continue to listen and find myself growing increasingly more amused by what he comes up with as class continues.

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hostileblackwriter  asked:

Hi! What are your fave hurt/comfort fics? (With a focus on hurt!Derek and bonus points for cuddles/bed-sharing!) Thanks, you're awesome :)

Oh that’s so kind of you, thank you! First, I’m gonna point you to this list I made a while back, it’s focused on touch-starved Derek but some of the fics deal with hurt Derek and cuddles, too. This list…kind of got away from me lmao, but all of these are really good. Just depends if you want a long or a short fic.

From Ashes by Jerakeen (T 2k)

Magic hates Stiles. He doesn’t know why Deaton insists he can use it.

When Nothing Else Works by hannah_baker (T 6k)

Sheriff Stilinski is slowly and begrudgingly accepting the fact that werewolves exist, regular bad things still do happen sometimes, and his son may or may not be dating Derek Hale behind his back.

Or, the one where having Derek Hale in his bed is the only way Stiles can get to sleep. Much to his father’s annoyance.

Nitesky by thepsychicclam (T 7k)

A figure crests the edge of the house. Stiles squints in the sparse light of the half-moon, and is shocked when he sees that it’s Derek.

“What are you doing?” Stiles asks quietly.

Derek finishes climbing up onto the roof in one graceful swoop, and then he crosses the slanted surface quickly.

“This is dangerous,” Derek greets as he takes the spot beside Stiles. “You could fall and break your neck.”

Stiles has trouble dealing with the after effects of the nogitsune, and Derek finds him sitting on his roof.

Like a Melody (it won’t leave my head) by Jerakeen (T 8k)

Stiles doesn’t notice the constant buzzing in his head until it’s gone.

The Witching Hour by MellytheHun (T 8k)

The radio host AU no one ever asked for but I have written anyway because sometimes when DJ’s play several sad songs in a row, I worry about their mental health and then this AU was born

Satisfactory Compromises by TroubleIWant (M 17k)

Stiles is basically doing fine. He’s surviving, anyways. So what if it’s a struggle to get out of bed most days? Back in high school, everything about the supernatural had seemed edgy and romantic and exhilarating, but after seeing everything he has, wanting to go back to ignorance is only natural. Only then Derek comes back to Beacon Hills and says he’s in love with him, and everything changes.

For the worse.

The Boy Next Door by Benaya, PencilTrash (T 21k, 8/9 chapters)

“Who?”

Deaton looked at Stiles, forehead wrinkling as he suffered the boy’s never ending curiosity. “My boss,” he answered. “The owner has decided to move in finally.”

“Wha-” Stiles choked on his next bite. “The… the Hales?” He coughed, eyes widening. “But I don’t remember them dropping in here ever, since I was - like, spoiling my diapers.”

Deaton sighed, moving behind the sofa, still cleaning. Stiles strained his neck to follow his path.

“It’s just Derek now.” Something flashed across Deaton’s usually stoic face as he mumbled out the words; sadness, Stiles thought, pity.

Inertia by apocryphal (M 21k)

The last thing Derek and Cora are expecting to find outside their motel room is a gaunt Stiles Stilinski, lacrosse bag on one shoulder and the weight of the world on the other.

Hitchhiker by exclamation (T 33k)

Derek returns to Beacon Hills to find Stiles possessed by a spirit that can take over his body at will. Anything Derek does to hurt the spirit will only hurt Stiles, so Derek offers himself in exchange. When the spirit realises how much Derek cares, it uses this to manipulate Derek into helping, with the promise of Stiles’ freedom as leverage.

The two end up travelling across country in Stiles’ jeep. The journey stirs up issues for both Stiles and Derek, and brings previously hidden emotions to the light.

Pulling the Pieces Together by fireflystiles (cuddlehazz) (T 34k)

“You never have hurt anyone. Not then and not now. You just made Coach piss his pants and that’s funny shit there.” Jackson told Stiles. They all underestimated how responsible Stiles felt for the Nogitsune and what happened. No wonder he was afraid to go near the pack, not to mention the whole no control over magic thing. He felt Stiles huff out a breath at the part about Coach which was a good start.

Or after the Nogitsune, Stiles keeps secrets, there are new people in Beacon Hills, and the Pack has fallen apart. Stiles starts to figure out his role in the pack, piecing it back together, and trying to keep everyone safe.

After The Storm by matildajones (M 41k)

Derek’s mind flits to Stiles’ face. It’s a hard face to forget and for some reason Stiles is one of the only things Derek can think about without feeling like he’s lost something.

Erica grins. “When are you going to see him next?”

“He’s a cop,” Derek says gruffly.

“So?”

Derek remembers being at the station, he remembers all those fucking people who thought he had killed his own sister. Laura. He hates all of them, and says as much aloud.

Erica hums. “Sounded like you didn’t hate him.”

Dealing with the death of his sister, Derek spends most of his time helping out his family. He meets Stiles and as soon as Derek’s willing to admit his attraction towards him, he discovers that Stiles is dealing with his own problems at work. He needs help - help that Derek’s all too willing to give. There’s something about Derek with his strange, glowing eyes and quick ability to heal that makes Stiles trust him when maybe he shouldn’t.

Okay Will Get Us Through by clotpolesonly (M 42k)

It was supposed to be a peaceful fucking protest. Stiles heard the first shot loud and clear, though, and was too boxed in to duck, even as his stomach felt like it fell out of his body entirely. For a second all he could think was “Scott is gonna be so mad, I said it would be fine, I promised,” and then he was falling. 

If You’re Going Through Hell (Keep Going) by orphan_account (T 48k)

Stiles thought everything leading up to Allison’s death was hell, but he was wrong. Spending senior year dealing with the pack’s dismissal of him while secretly training to be Deaton’s replacement was hell. Feeling guilty and hating himself for what the Nogitsune did was hell. Being in love with someone who would never love him back was hell. Well, if you’re going through hell, keep going.

*It’s been a while since I’ve read this one so I don’t remember much. It’s not very Scott friendly, just to warn you.

Wood and Nails by rabbitxheart (M 50k)

”The five stages of grief,” Stiles nods and sighs. They’ve both seen it, been through it. Heard them repeated by therapist after therapist. Stiles doesn’t say anything, but they both know which one Derek’s slipped into by now.

***

When things calm down in Beacon Hills, all the things Derek hasn’t dealt with come back with a vengeance. Stiles does his best to help him.

Sanctuary by darkmagess (M 63k)

Starts where 3B stops, with Kate attacking Derek in the loft. She kidnaps him to Mexico, and Stiles, Scott, and Lydia rush to find him before Kate can inflict too much damage. She inflicts enough, and Derek retreats into his mind to escape the horrors of his situation. The Derek they find is not the one that left Beacon Hills. 

The Moon’s Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific (E 82k)

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

between the click of the light and the start of the dream by thepsychicclam (E 105k)

A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but it’s pointless. There’s nothing but a black void.

It’s Stiles’ senior year, and he’s trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he’s being haunted by a hag. Great.

My fanfic rec requests are always open.

Wings (Brett Talbot x Reader)

Prompt #21- “They’re afraid of me, I don’t blame them, I’m afraid of me too.”

A/N- Hello everyone! I’m really sorry that it’s taken me such a long time to update my blog. I’ve been feeling quite unmotivated to write recently, and I wanted to spend some time finishing a pile of books that I’ve been meaning to read. That in turn has cleared my head, and now here we are. Remember to request! R :) x

You were screaming. The screams were raw, ear-piercing screams that were disturbing enough to give anyone nightmares. You were screaming because an overwhelming pain had erupted from your back while you were out for a run in the woods with your best friend, Brett Talbot. You collapsed on the ground and began convulsing, you thought you were going to die from the sheer pain alone. Brett had run ahead of you a while ago, you were struggling to keep up with his pace, so you just told him to go on; now you were regretting ever splitting up. You began screaming his name now, hoping that his werewolf hearing would be able to pick up your desperate cries for help. All the while the pain in your back was only getting worse.

Brett had made it to the main road when he heard the screams. He knew immediately that it was you. First, he began to jog in the direction of the screams, his speed picking up when he cleared the panicked haze that had been clouding his mind. Then he heard his name. His name was leaving your lips, with a level of desperation and fear that he hoped you would never experience. He carried on running for another minute before he found you, lying on the floor, jerking around with tears pouring down your face. You looked up at him through your water filled eyes and uttered one word, “Brett,” then you passed out.

You saw Brett’s face, and then relaxed into the darkness that had been reaching for you since the pain first hit. You couldn’t see anything, but you could make out muffled voices and some feelings on your skin- the feeling in your back was still there but duller now. You were trying to focus on the voices that were surrounding you, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything.

Brett was becoming more and more frantic. He had scooped you up into his arms and was running through the woods to Deaton’s Animal Clinic. Despite being such good friends with you, you were a part of the McCall pack, and he knew that the vet’s was the best place for you to be; it would also mean that Scott and the rest of the pack would be able to quickly come and be with you. Running. Running. Running. That’s what Brett was trying to focus on, but he couldn’t. All he could think about was you in his arms, passed out and in pain. This wasn’t the Y/N that he knew. The Y/N that he knew would always be joking about, calling him out when he was being a git and just generally keeping him grounded. He wanted that Y/N back. He didn’t want you to be like this. That’s when he felt them. Two sharp bones had sprouted in between your shoulder blades, and they were still growing. No wonder you were in pain. Brett began shouting, shouting that everything was going to be okay, shouting that he was going to keep you safe, shouting that he was going to get help.

He reached the Animal Clinic with you still in his arms. “Dr Deaton. Dr Deaton I need your help. Y/N needs your help. Please you have to help her,” Brett shrieked, tears of frustration and worry were streaming down his face. Deaton walked through the doors of the examination room, saw you and immediately beckoned the two of you through to the back.

“What happened?” asked Deaton, but Brett wasn’t listening, he was too focused on you. “Brett, I need you to tell me what happened so I can help Y/N.”

“I-I don’t know. We were running and she told me to go on because she couldn’t keep up. I got to the main road and I heard her screaming. I ran back and when I found her she was lying on the ground, jerking around, she saw me and then passed out. When I was running I felt these two sharp things coming out of her back and they’re still growing. Now we’re here. That’s all I know; please can you just help her.”

“I will need to have a look at her back to get an idea of what might be going on, can you help me roll her over and lift her shirt up?” questioned Deaton, hoping that Brett was in the right state of mind to help the girl in front of them. Brett simply replied with a nod.

The two rolled you over and lifted your shirt up and were shocked by what they found. Wings. Two of them, coming out of the space between your shoulder blades. They were small, white and feathered. They were also visibly growing now, getting larger by the second. Brett was scared for you to say the least. He looked to Deaton for answers. “I believe Y/N is a supernatural creature of sorts, an ancient one that barely remains in living memory. An angel. Not the kind from the bible, but an angel nonetheless. She must be the first in four generations, maybe more.”

“Her wings, they’re hurting her.” Brett grumbled, trying to wrap his head around the idea that his best friend, Y/N the human, wasn’t in fact human.

“They will stop hurting once they’ve grown. Then she’ll have to learn how to retract them so that she can keep the angel side of her hidden,” explained Deaton, “Her wings will grow until the bottom of them reach the floor, and that will be their full size.”

“How much longer will it take until they’ve finished growing?” inquired Brett, worry still plastered all over his face.

“Not much longer, in fact, it looks like they’ve finished now. Why don’t you stay with her while I go and call Scott,” said Deaton with a suggestive tone, though, to Brett, it sounded more like an instruction. He nodded in response and sat down next to you.

It took about half an hour for the whole McCall pack to arrive, they were all eager to see you and get you awake, but Deaton hadn’t let anyone but Brett in to be with you. The others were becoming impatient now. “C’mon, Brett isn’t eve a part of the pack and he’s in there with her,” whined Stiles, he cared about you, and wanted to make sure that you were okay- you were like the little sister he never had.

“What Stiles is trying to say is, we just want to make sure that Y/N is okay. She’s like our sister and we need to make sure that she’s okay,” volunteered Lydia, sending a glare in Stiles’ general direction for coming across in a hostile manner.

“I’m going to try and wake her up with some ice water and lavender roots, you can be in there while I do it, but no one is to disturb Brett, he’s incredibly shaken up and trying to process what’s going on,” spoke Deaton in his ever-calm voice. He led the teenagers through to the examination room where you were lying with your wings exposed. They weren’t sure what to think.

Deaton submerged your head into a metal bowl full of ice and lavender roots and waited. And waited. And waited. Until after about a minute and a half, you woke up gasping for breath.

Your back didn’t hurt anymore, but you felt a heavy weight on your back. You let out a spluttered cough, and suddenly you were bombarded by people.

“Y/N are you okay?”

“Y/N, can you remember anything?”

“What’s it like to have wings?”

“What?” you cried. “W-wings. What do you mean wings?”

You sat up and out of no-where there was this sudden burst of wind that knocked everyone off their feet and shook the room. You looked behind you, only to see two gigantic white wings that were covered in feathers, that were flapping behind your body.

“Don’t distress her,” exclaimed Deaton, “it will only make the angel in her react worse.” Everyone slowly began backing away while the wings on your back flapped back and forth.

“What do you mean angel? I’m human!” you shouted. Everyone had backed out of the room by this point, clearly disturbed by the sudden change in your persona. Well, almost everyone. Brett was walking towards you and he began to talk,

“Y/N, please, calm down so we can talk, calm down so that we can explain.”

“Brett, I can’t.” with that your wings wrapped around your body, creating a sort of cocoon.  Brett walked over to you and sat next to you, waiting for you to be ready to talk. Slowly but surely your wings began to open, revealing your body and scared face. You looked up at him and said, “They’re afraid of me, I don’t blame them, I’m afraid of me too.”

“You shouldn’t be afraid of yourself, Y/N. You’re still the same Y/N that we all love, you need to embrace this new side to yourself; and if you don’t mind me saying, I think your wings are incredibly beautiful,” Brett smirked when he said the last part of his mini speech.

You chuckled slightly and looked up through your hair, “Very smooth, Talbot. Very smooth.”

“Honestly though, Y/N, you haven’t changed. You’ve just discovered a new depth of yourself. And hey, once you figure out how to retract your wings, maybe we could go out on a date sometime. I’ve been dying to ask you for ages, and just now, when I thought you were dying, I regretted not asking you.” Brett blushed when he finished speaking.

“Sure Brett, that would be nice.”

Originally posted by suzyhazelwood

Little Beta(s) Chapter 16

Prompt: Liam get’s turned at an early age and he looks at you as his guardian/parent. Plus you’re dating Scott who’s always trying to look after him. (10 year gap between Liam and reader)

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader (platonic) Scott McCall x Reader

Chapters:

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15

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chamomiletealove  asked:

Hi! I wonder if you have fic rec for BAMF! Emissary Stiles that kinda have a bond with alpha!Derek? Or maybe some angst-happy ending with secret relationship between Stiles and closeted!Derek? The longer it is, the better. Tysm! Love your blog! 😍

We just did a closeted!Derek list here. And here’s Alpha!Derek and Emissary!Stiles - Anastasia

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Always Had the Key by Omni

(1/1 I 3,304 I Teen)

Years after Derek’s left Beacon Hills, he runs into Stiles at a conference for werewolves and their emissaries. While they both have changed a lot, some things still remain the same.

The Lightning In Me (that strikes relentless) by TheHatterTheory

(5/5 I 4,861 I Mature)

Stiles hated how he’d put his faith in something again, how he’d let himself think for even a moment that someone could endure, might not be fragile like his mother, like his father, like him. He hated that he’d been dumb enough to hope for something resembling stability.

The Ink Under My Skin by rainsoakedshoes

(1/1 I 10,430 I Mature)

Derek is looking for an Emissary. What he finds is Stiles Stilinski; resident witch.

Stiles would do whatever it takes to protect the Hale pack and his Alpha.

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“I want to protect my pack as well as I can,” Derek continued. “Emissaries traditionally keep balance, having someone who wants to tip the odds in our favour may come in handy.”

Stop Crossing Oceans by howl-to-the-wind (greenleaf)

(1/1 I 11,570 I Mature)

“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”

“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

Imperfect Isn’t Easy (But It’s Us) by RayShippouUchiha

(1/1 I 11,599 I Explicit)

Derek is so tired of everything being his fault, so tired of always losing. He’s also tired of not admitting that he wants to own Stiles in ways he can barely describe.

Or

Derek is far from perfect but maybe that’s okay. Maybe in the right company perfect isn’t necessary.

Fangless by planiforidjit

(6/? I 15,161 I Explicit)

As both a preternatural and a spark, Emissary to the United States Government and all around good looking fella, Stiles Stilinski is in high demand. He’s expected to attend late night, secret meetings with the highest ranking supernatural creatures in the country, act as an upstanding member of high society, and be ready to attend the supernatural police force should they need him.

That doesn’t mean he’s not handling it beautifully. Until Derek Hale, Alpha of New York and owner of the finest rear end this side of the Mississippi, gets involved after a vampire attacks Stiles at a party. Then anything is fair game. Vampires, automatons, evil blondes, missed meals, not enough sleep, and a few not unwelcome glances at Alpha Hale’s thighs.

clenching my jagged jaws (over the capture) by Marishna

(1/1 I 21,945 I Teen)

Derek Hale was never supposed to be alpha, but he’s a good one. He doesn’t need any help and he definitely doesn’t need an emissary.

Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale’s emissary and come hell or high water he’s going to see the Hale pack through the impending arrival of the alpha pack, even if it means he can never return to Beacon Hills after.

Forging Bonds by mikkimouse

(8/8 I 27,553 I Teen)

The loft was flooded, the water shimmering in the moonlight streaking through the huge windows. The twins held Derek on his knees, with his arms extended and claws out. Kali had Boyd, and she was dragging him toward Derek, and—

Stiles aimed at the twin closest to him and threw the Molotov cocktail as hard as he could.

(In which Stiles gets to the loft just a few minutes sooner in s3e7, and what happens because of it.)

Pulling the Pieces Together by fireflystiles (cuddlehazz)

(1/1 I 34,366 I Teen)

“You never have hurt anyone. Not then and not now. You just made Coach piss his pants and that’s funny shit there.” Jackson told Stiles. They all underestimated how responsible Stiles felt for the Nogitsune and what happened. No wonder he was afraid to go near the pack, not to mention the whole no control over magic thing. He felt Stiles huff out a breath at the part about Coach which was a good start.

Or after the Nogitsune, Stiles keeps secrets, there are new people in Beacon Hills, and the Pack has fallen apart. Stiles starts to figure out his role in the pack, piecing it back together, and trying to keep everyone safe.

Aching for you by LittleRedEmissary

(22/22 I 45,416 I Teen)

When Stiles tries to cast a protection spell on Derek and accidentally casts a spell much stronger than either of them expected, the duo has to relearn everything that they’ve learned about protecting the pack, because the old methods won’t do anymore. With the infamous Winchesters coming to town Derek hopes that the hunters will just drive through town, but the pack has never been good that laying low.

Came For The Spark, Stayed For The Flame by orphan_account

(15/15 I 54,091 I Mature)

Derek felt the panic build up in his chest as Jezebel held out a hand. He smelled it before he saw it, because who could forget the scent of what destroyed your life? Fire and spark and smoke curled from Jezebel’s hands, and the wood stacked at Stiles’ feet flared up.

When Stiles and Derek get bonded as Emissary-and-Alpha, hidden attractions become a lot harder to hide, secrets are kept and secrets are surfaced, and an evil teenage girl is planning even more ritualistic sacrifice.

It’s Just a Party, Janet

Summary: You, Sam, and Dean attend a high school reunion during a hunt. You really, really hate parties.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Warnings: Anxiety, panic attack, Dean being a bit of a jerk.

Words: ~2.4k

A/N: Whoops I’m late for @hannahindie and @pinknerdpanda‘s Dr. Frank-n-Furter’s Partici…..pation Challenge. The story itself is totally unrelated to RPHS (and for the sake of it, I’m going to pretend the movie doesn’t exist) but I’ve used a bunch of quotes, all of which (that are intentional) are bolded.

Originally posted by winsync

“You really think this will work?” Sam asked.

“Oh yeah,” you nodded. “I went to my–” the next word was mumbled incomprehensibly– “year high school reunion and I didn’t remember half the people who talked to me. We’ll fit right in.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean said, a hint of humor on his tongue, “how many years was it?”

“Don’t start with me, old man.” You leaned across the Impala’s bench, looking between the Winchesters. “So do we know our backstories?”

“I’m a rich city councilman, I was in the leaders of tomorrow club, and I’m engaged to you,” Sam recited.

I just love success,” you said, pressing a joking kiss to his cheek.

You and Sam didn’t have feelings for each other, but that was part of why you always chose to pretend to be with him instead of his brother, and why you were willing to jokingly flirt with him when you wouldn’t with the other. You did have feelings for Dean – the product of late-night talks in each other’s rooms when neither of you could sleep, which was all too often, and gentle touches while patching each other up after fights, and sitting together in silence when one of you was breaking down, and fiercely protecting each other, and years of sweethearts and beautifuls and that’s my girl’s – and the idea of holding his hand or saying cute things to each other made you nervous, like a little girl who desperately wanted to keep her feelings secret. Which you did, really. Unrequited feelings, you could handle. Awkwardness, you could not.

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Just How I Like It

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles x Isaac

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 2,768

Originally posted by m-atilda


           I glance up at her, scribbling in her notebook, and her tongue is peeking out of the corner of her mouth slightly.

           Isaac comes up behind her, whispering something in her ear and she looks startled. She jumps in her chair, slamming her notebook closed before shoving it away from her slightly.      

           “So what have you found so far?” He asks me and I look up quickly.

           “Nothing. I’ve found nothing, absolutely nothing.” I grumble in irritation while tugging at my hair in frustration. “What about you, Y/N? Did you find anything useful? You’ve been writing in your notebook non-stop for like an hour.”

           “Oh, just a few things, possible ideas. Nothing too useful yet, definitely nothing share worthy.” She say quickly, inching her fingers towards her notebook that’s made its way closer to my side of the table. “Anyways, I just remembered that my mom needed me to go run some errands while she’s at work so I’m just going to go.”

           She grabs the notebook quickly and stuff it into her backpack before swinging the bag over her shoulder and leave the library before I even have time to say goodbye.

           “Well, someone seems a little jumpy.” Isaac remarks, raising an eyebrow at her empty seat and I shrug, pulling my notebook towards me. “Alright well Scott and I are going to go and see if we can catch the Alpha pack’s scent so I’ll catch you later.” He adds, getting up from his seat, and I nod at him in farewell.

           I flip the notebook open and am greeted with Y/N’s neat handwriting. My eyebrows furrow in confusion, wondering if maybe she added some things into my notebook to combine out notes together.

           He slides a finger into her, his thumb rubbing against her clit and she throws her head back. “Fuck, right there Stiles,” She says, moaning in satisfaction.

           I scan along the page, reading a few sentences here and there and my face flushes immediately when I see my name, and my dick tightens in response.

           Holy shit. I think to myself when I realize what I was holding in my hand. Y/N hadn’t been doing research for the past hour, she’d been writing smut. My eyes scan down along the page again, reading a bit more and I shift in my seat; very, very detailed smut. I take a shaky breath before shoving everything into my backpack and rushing out of the library to my car, anxious to head home and read the rest of the holy grail that I’ve stumbled on.

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           I search through my backpack frantically, dumping everything out on to the floor desperately looking for my notebook. Finally I find it, flipping it open and all I see if a messy scrawl scribbled all over the pages. A sense of panic surges through me as I stare at the endless notes on possible leads and various supernatural creatures that could be in Beacon Hills. I bite my lip, trying to breathe in slowly, desperately trying to contain my freak out. This is Stiles’ notebook, and if I have his notebook then that means that he more than likely has mine and I hope to God he hasn’t opened it yet.

           I grab my keys off of my desk and run down the stairs of my house. I’m out the front door and in the driver’s seat of my car within a minute. I pull out of the driveway and make my way to Stiles’ as quickly as possible. I pull up in front of his house, jumping out of the car and slamming the door behind me.

           I’m panting slightly when I get to the front door, banging against the wood loudly. I tap my foot anxiously, waiting for Stiles to open the door. Finally, the door budges and I see Stiles staring back at me in surprise.

           “Y/N?”

           “I have your notebook, figured you might need it.” I say quickly, holding it up to show him and he quirks an eyebrow at me.

           “Come on in.” He turns away from the door and I hurry in behind him, turning to close the door.

           “Right so you probably didn’t even notice you had the wrong notebook,” I start to say as the door clicks shut and he presses up against me, pushing my chest tightly against the door. His hands smoothing over my hips as he moves my hair away from my neck and presses a few soft kisses to the skin there and I feel like I’m going to melt. “Stiles, what are you doing?” I ask breathlessly and it comes out in a soft moan and my head falls back against his shoulder.

           “Nothing,” He whispers against me, his tongue tracing patterns against my skin before tugging my earlobe in between his teeth. “Just let it happen.”

           I try to convince myself to pull away from him, to stop this and find out why he’s doing this, but all I can think about is how good his hands feel against my body. He slides his hands up, cupping my breasts in his hands, squeezing them gently and I let out a mewl of pleasure. I can feel him harden as he presses roughly against me, his erection digging into my hip before he turns me around to face him.

           I look at his face, searching for answers but all I can see are his eyes dark with lust; staring back at me as if he had been wandering the desert and I was the only thing that could quench his thirst.

           His hips press against mine as he leans towards me, pausing for a moment just millimeters from my lips, flicking his gaze up to meet mine as if to see if I’m going to stop his and I bite my lip unintentionally. A look of pure lust washes over his face and a low growl escapes from this back of his throat before he slams his lips against mine. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he grabs the back of my thighs, lifting me up as if I weight nothing. I lock my legs around his waist and he keeps me pressed tightly against the wall, pinning me there.

           He tugs on my bottom lip with his teeth, sucking on it and I moan against his lips. He uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, battling against mine before exploring the inside of my mouth as if he wants to taste every inch of me. My hands make there way from the nape of his neck into his hair and I fist my hands into his messy brown hair, causing him to groan in appreciation.

           He holds onto me tightly, walking us up the stairs, his lips never disconnecting from mine. When we get up to the second floor he makes his way across the hall, kicking the door to him room open. He drops me onto his bed and I lie there panting slightly.

           “Stiles,” I whisper, still trying to catch my breath and his lips are on mine again, silencing me. His begins kissing along my jaw and down my neck and I tilt my head to allow him better access. “We need to talk about this.” I say, barely able to get the words out before I moan again.

           “No we don’t,” He mumbles against me, “Think about it later.”

           He continues kissing down my neck, pulling down the collar of my t-shirt before planting a few soft kisses along my clavicles, and tracing his tongue along where the bone is visible. His hands slip under my t-shirt, his warm hands caressing up my stomach before he tugs it over my head.

           Once my shirt is off he looks at me in awe, my bra pushing up my breasts making them swell, and he begins tracing his thumbs over the simple black lace. He nips gently at the newly exposed skin, sliding his tongue down along the valley of my breasts and I whimper. I arch my back and his hands reach around me to unclasp my bra and pull it off of me.

           “Holy shit, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He groans and I can feel a blush coloring my face. He presses his hands against my chest, kneeding my breasts and I can feel my nipples harden under his hands. He takes a hardened peak into his mouth, sucking on it and I moan, dragging my hand through his hair before pressing his face tightly against me. “You’re tits are fucking perfect.” He rasps, his voice thick with lust as he takes my other nipple in his mouth and all I can do is moan in response.

           “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” He moans, trailing open mouth kisses down my stomach and I whimper. In one smooth motion he’s pulled my skirt and panties down, leaving me bare to him. I shiver as the cold air hits my core where wetness is quickly pooling.

           He sucks roughly against my hip, leaving a dark purple mark before repeating the same action on the other side. His lips work over the inside of my thighs and I squirm in anticipation of him getting to where I need him most. Slowly, his mouth moves nearer and nearer to my core.

           “Stiles, please,” I plead, my need for him mixing with desperation.

           “What’s wrong baby girl?” He breathes against me and I shudder at the feeling of his hot breath against my center. “Tell me what you need.”

           “Anything,” I whimper, begging him, “Please just do anything.”

           He sticks his tongue out, licking slowly along my slit from my core to my clit and I shudder against him. He continues sliding his tongue along me languidly, as if he has all the time in the world and it feels like complete torture. I buck my hips against him, desperate for more, and he uses his hands to hold my thighs down as he continues his sweet torture.

           He swirls his tongue around my bundle of nerves and I let out a loud gasp, my head lurching forward as my back arches off of the bed. “You taste so fucking sweet,” He mumbles against my core, sending vibrations shooting through me and I writhe against him. He slides a finger into me, keeping rhythm with his tongue and my eyes roll back into my head at the sensation.

           “Won’t you make some more of those pretty noises I love so much, baby girl?” He asks, curling his fingers inside of me to hit that perfect spot and I let out a loud moan. He pulls his fingers out of me, reaching them out to my lips, offering to me and I open my mouth slightly. He slips his fingers into my mouth and I slide my tongue around them, sucking against his fingers and he looks at me, his mouth slightly wide.

           “Holy fuck that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He says, returning his mouth to my core and I wrap my legs around his head. He continues licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue over me, making it impossible for me to contain my moans when he pulls away from me suddenly and I whimper at the loss of contact.

           He pulls me towards him, pressing his lips to mine, slipping his tongue inside of my mouth and I can taste myself on him. I capture his tongue with my lips and suck on it, making him moan against my mouth. His moan triggers something in me and I tear his clothes off of him. His shirt goes flying across the room as I tug at his pants and boxers, throwing them to the floor once they’re off of him.

           His erection springs up proudly and my eyes widen slightly. I grasp his length in my hands and lets out a sharp intake of breath. I lick a stripe up along the underside of his cock before swirling my tongue around his tip and he moans, his eyes fluttering closed. I take him into my mouth, sliding him all the way to the back of my throat and he thrusts hard against my mouth. I bob my head against him, hollowing out my cheeks and I slide him in and out of my throat, pressing my tongue along a prominent veins and he shudders.

           “Your mouth feels so good, baby girl,” He groans and I moan at the nickname. The sound sends vibrations shuddering through him and he bucks his hips against me. I pull him out of my mouth slowly, sliding my hand up and down his length, pumping his firmly before taking his length back fully into my mouth. “I’m going to come,” He pants and I can feel him twitching in my mouth before a warm liquid trickles into the back of my throat and he throws his head back as his orgasm crashes over him. I slide my tongue along him, licking ever drop of his release before pulling him out of my mouth with a pop.

           “Fuck, I knew you had a wicked mouth but I didn’t realize you could do that,” He pants and I smirk at him. He pulls me towards him, flipping us so that I’m underneath him. “Don’t worry baby girl, I’m going to take good care of you.” He whispers against the shell of my ear, pumping his cock a few times before lining himself up with my entrance.

           He slides into me, slowly, and I moan loudly. “You’re so fucking tight.” He breathes out in a pant as he slides out of me and back in and I whimper.

           “Fuck, Stiles, I need you.” I say, wrapping my legs around his hips and he begins pounding into me. I lift my hips up in rhythm to his thrusts, making it to where he hits that perfect spot deep within me every time and I drag my nails roughly down his back. He holds onto the headboard tightly with one hand, the leverage allowing him to thrust even more deeply into me.

           I can feel the pressure building inside of me, a fine sheen of sweat lining his forehead as he continue to slam into me. I look up at him through half lidded eyes, and he flips us again so that I’m straddling him. I roll my hips against him, riding him quickly and he one hand against my breast while the other hand is quickly rubbing against my clit, quickly bringing me closer and closer to my release.

           “F-fuck, yes, just like that, Stiles,” I moan, my voice coming out raspy and he leans up slightly to replace the hand on my breast with his mouth. He sucks on my nipple roughly as he applies more pressure to my bundle of nerves and all at once my orgasm slams into me. I clench around him, throwing my head back and screaming his name repeatedly, as he continues to thrust into me to prolong my orgasm. My orgasm pushes him over the edge and I can feel him twitch inside me as he begins to pulsate. His eyes close tightly as he comes undone underneath me, releasing with a shudder. He slumps back against the bed and I roll off of the top of him trying to capture my breath.

           He wraps his arms around me, pulling me towards him as my chest rises and falls rapidly.

           “Holy shit that was amazing,” I say, my voice barely louder than a breathless whisper, “It’s like you knew just how I like it.”

           “I read your notebook,” He admits guiltily, pressing a kiss to my temple and I choke on a breath.

           “Oh my god you read it?” I ask, embarrassment flooding my face and he lets out a low chuckle.

           “What do you think gave me the courage to make a move?” He asks and I shrug, “Besides, it was probably the most useful research I’ve ever stumbled across.” He adds, capturing my lips with him and I kiss him back passionately.

           “So, can we talk about everything now?” I ask hesitantly and he nuzzles his face into my neck.

           “What’s there to talk about? You’re mine now and forever. You’ve always been mine.” He mumbles against my skin and my heart drops into the pit of my stomach at his words.

           “Just how I like it.” I whisper, cuddling in closer to him, and he presses soft kisses into my neck before pulling a blanket over us.

Shut Everything Out (Pack x Reader Request)

‘Can you do #11&32 with the teen wolf pack where like the readers parents died or something like that? - Anon

Prompts: ‘Why are you pushing me away?’ ‘You know, it’s okay to cry.’

Characters/Pairings: Pack x Reader, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Malia and Liam.

Warnings: 1 swear word.

Word Count: 1103

Notes: I went with the pack from season 6A. There’s been so many versions of the pack, I’m never sure who to go with! I had to change a prompt by one word, hope you don’t mind.

Masterlist

Originally posted by hobrien

From the moment I heard the news, I felt numb. I was at my emotional capacity and the only option was to shut everything out. I had big decisions to make, like if I was moving out or would I like my Aunt to become my guardian. My head went on auto pilot, it helped me merely survive. I couldn’t do anything beyond that.

After staying off school for a week and not answering anyone’s calls or texts, I received a visit from the pack. It didn’t surprise me, one minute I was ready to take on evil in any supernatural form and the next I can barely handle being a person, never mind a werewolf. My Aunt had left me to do as I wanted, she was too busy making funeral plans and sorting out the important things. In a way, she’d shut off too, otherwise nothing would get done.

A heavy knock came from the door, I opened it to find 5 solemn expressions staring at me. News spreads fast in a small town, at least I didn’t have that part to deal with. Lydia immediately placed her arms around me into a hug, I had to remember to hug back. I was used to this reaction by now so I just let it happen.

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