i got her into teen wolf


#Can we talk about this? #This scene takes my breath away. #Every time i see it my whole body shakes and my tears start coming out of my eyes. #She has just remembered the love of her life. #She has just remembered how scared she was when she knew he was going to be taken and she couldn’t do anything for him. #She wasn’t able to say a word. She wasn’t able to do anything to stop the ghost riders and help Stiles. #She was too scared to lose him. #And all of those feelings came back to her. #And she feels guilty about it, because she knows now she could have stopped them from taking Stiles, but she didn’t do anything. #She lost him and she never get to say him how she feels. #She never got to say him she loves her back.

It’s A Comfort Thing

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 3,738


A/N: i was gonna keep this fluffy, but we all know it’s pretty impossible for me to not write sin for dylan, so here you go!! also i apologise for how dirty this got. fUCK. and thanks to my bby @sabrinas-wolves for helping me with this and the puthey… and this is dylan pov

listen to this

Originally posted by arkhamcutie

my baby: text me when you’re on your way home so i can start dinner xo

dyl pickle: will do xx

I shove my phone back into my pocket with a smile and rub my hands together eagerly. It had been five months since I’d been home, which also meant five long, agonisingly lonely months since I last saw Y/N. Admittedly, I’d much rather be home with her right now, either fucking the shit out of her, or holding her close to my chest as I wash her hair in the bath tub. She always loved corny shit like that. But unfortunately, I wasn’t. I was in my dressing room, waiting with T-Pose to be interviewed with Ellen DeGeneres.

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Invisible // Teen Wolf Pack x Reader

Apparently Invisible got deleted so; Enjoy this was my first one shot on here:

“I think she’s Supernatural,” Lydia stated, pointing at the popular (h/c) haired girl. The said girl looked over and smiled at the group.

Stiles smiled, saying to the pack,“ There’s no way she could be supernatural. I mean she’s the popular who loves fricken kittens of all things.”

“So? You can likes things and be Supernatural. I like cats,” Lydia purses her lips,“ After school she always goes missing. Never hangs out with friends, never calls or texts anyone. She’s invisible.”

“Well maybe she’s just keeping to herself?” Scott suggested, keeping an eye on (Y/n).

“ Maybe Scott’s right. She could just be there all the time after school,” Allison agreed with her boyfriend.

“Well,” Isaac smirked,“ There was this one time on the weekend a while ago. I saw her and she was acting suspicious so you know, I followed her.”

“You followed a high school girl without her permission like a creep?” Stiles laughed,“ Great if she isn’t supernatural she’ll probably call the cops.”

“Let me finished,” Isaac glared at the sarcastic teen,“ Anyway she knew I was following her so she turned. When I turned she was gone but her scent was still there. It was like she was next to me but she wasn’t.”

“ I don’t know about you guys but I’m following her after school,” Lydia stated,“ Who’s coming with me?”

(Y/n) stretched her arms out,’ Finally schools over.’ She started walking out of the school, unaware that Isaac Lahey was following her, the others setting up traps.

She looked back, making eye contact with the tall teen,’ Great, he’s following me again,’ she started walking back into the school, him following her. She turned a corner, turning invisible.

He turned the corner, sniffing the air,“ (Y/n) I know you’re here.” She stayed silent. “What are you exactly?” he asked,“ I can keep a secret.“  Her scent faded away.

The next day at lunch a furious (Y/n) came to their table. "Isaac Lahey you stalker,” she hissed. “Woah what did I do,” he asked ‘innocently’, smirking at her.

“You know what you did,” she glared at him. “Well,” Stiles looked at her with a bitch face,“ What did he do?”

“He keeps following me after school and on weekends. It’s creepy and it’s scaring me,” she stated,“ If he keeps doing it I will report him.”

“Welllllllll,” Scott looked around her, not making eye contact,“ He really likes you and wants to take you on a date.”

“Yeah,” Lydia joined in,“ He really thinks-” “ I have a boyfriend,” (Y/n) cut her off,“ Also I’m not interested in people like him.” “People like him?”

“You know,” she pursed her lips,“ Stalker, creepy, he smells like a dog. Oh also I thought he was dating Stiles.”

“You thought I was gay?” He asked in disbelief,“ I would never date Stiles I have standards!” “Yeah thanks,” Stiles glared,“ Anyway lunch is over.”

The (h/c) haired girl rolled her eyes and stood up,“ See you last period Allison.”

Allison nodded and waved to the girl. “Idea,” Scott’s eyes lit up,“ Allison you’re gonna take her folder off her desk or out of her backpack. Leave it on her desk when she leaves and she’ll come back for it. We’ll set up a trap on top of the door. Like put a bucket of paint, which will reveal her if she’s invisible. So Isaac you have to follow her again.”

‘When will Isaac Lahey stop following me?’ (Y/n) thought to herself, turning the corner and turning invisible.

Isaac stood still. “I know you’re here (Y/n),” he stated.

She stood still, opening her backpack. She could wait for him to leave. As she looked in, her folder was missing, she panicked,’ No I could’ve left it in last period. Right?’

She quietly closed her backpack, walking towards the window of the classroom, which was thankfully open.

She hoisted herself up, looking at her desk. “Thank God it’s here,” she whispered, opening it up. 'All pages are here,’ she opened the classroom door, red sticky paint falling on top of her. It revealed herself.

The pack came out. “(Y/n). What are you,” Stiles asked, handing her a towel to get the paint out of her eyes.

She stayed still for a second before angrily grabbing the towel, wiping her face. She looked at her once white folder, now painted a blood red. All the papers in it were soaked with the paint.

“Go away,” she muttered, glaring at them. “We just wanted to know what you were,” Scott tried to explain.

“You could’ve asked Derek Hale,” she glared,“ Hell you could’ve asked Peter Hale. Do you stupid werewolves think before you do something?”

“It was an accident,” Lydia explained. “An accident which you planned for? Something that you set up. Because it was 'accidently’ my folder. You all were 'accidently’ in the perfect hiding spots. You 'accidently’ took the story I worked on for almost a year now. Every. Single. Day. Because this is what you 'accidently’ do to everything you’re suspicious of. Right,” she cried out, tears streaming down her red face.

The paint was probably in the stage where it was half dry and half wet. “(Y/n) we-” “Save it,” (Y/n) stated coldly.

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Missed me? || Liam Dunbar

Missed me? || Liam Dunbar imagine 

 Plot: Liam’s childhood friend return to beacon hills but something seams different about her. \ 

 The bell rang giving the signal that another class at beacon hills high school had came to an end. The McCall pack sat togheter around the lunch table enjoying th warm sun of California.

“So, liam have you met the new sophomore transfer?” Lydia questioned fixing everyone’s gaze onto the young boy. The boy kept chewing on the sandwich in his hand and shook his head “ Hasn’t been in any of my classes so far’‘ 

 ’'I heard she used to live here before she moved away” Malia said and shrugged “ this boy behind me in history wouldn’t shut up about her” “What if we know her?” Scott offered with a smile.

 ’’ yeah one more Theo Raeken?“ Stiles said pretending to think about it ’'I think I’ll pass” “I wonder who this kid is ” Kira mumbled quietly mostly to herself. “ well if you looked up from the book you would find out” Lydia nudged her and nodded toward the school door where who seamed like the new girl walked out. In a matter of second all seven heads turned towards the door in blink of an eye. 

 ’'Y/N Y/L/N’’ liam questioned out loud before all seven heads turned back to the table before she could see them staring. 

 ’'Wait , The Y/N Y/L/N?“ Mason asked his mouth open ’'Another childhood friend , great. This seams sketchy to anyone else or is it just me” Stiles whisper-yelled looking specially at the younger boy who still couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. 

 ’'Liam’’ Scott calling his name turned his attention back to the group just as he missed the girl noticing him and starting to walk to them “Do you know that girl?” Liam had to resist looking back at the girl before nodding as an answer to Scott’s question “ we used to be best friend until we were like 12 , she suddenly disappeared and there was a lot… rumors’' 

 ’'She is way out of your league buddy, how did you even become friends?” Mason asked and just as liam were to answer he was cut off but an unknown female voice. “I punched him in the face and he gave me a high five” they all turned around to see Y/N standing there smiling at them all before her eyes fixed on liam. 

 ’'Y/N’’ Liam whispered looking up to the girl seaming to have lost his ability to talk. “I’m sorry , I believe we haven’t met before ” Lydia -who was sitting closest to her stood up offering a hand and smiling sweetly “ I’m Lydia Martin” “Scott McCall ” Scott took hint from Lydia staring at him and was quick to introduce himself, and soon after the rest of the group followed. 

 ’'So Y/N , liam told us you had to move away. Why was that?“ Stiles asked and earned himself a elbow in the ribs from Scott, who still looked at Y/N for an answer. ’'I just started living with my grandparents , it was nothing important” she said chuckling but was quick to continue before stiles could ask any more questiones 

“ Well I gotta go to class , dont wanna be late on first day” “What class do you have, maybe we have the same one” Mason asked giving the girl a smile. “Yeah let me check” she replied pulling her plan from her bag “ I got history this period” Mason let out a disappointed sight and turned to liam “ Don’t you have History this period”

“Uh” the young lad said finally tearing his gaze away from the girl “ Yeah i guess i do” “Great , lets go then ” she said waving a last goodbye to the others as liam stood up basically tripping over his own feet following her inside. They started walking into the school with the bone crushing silence , the tension almost making it to hard to breath. 

 ’'I guess its been a while’’ Y/N chuckled looking at Liam , his blue eyes tense and his stress could be smelt from miles away “ listen I kno-” “You just left Y/N . We talked the day before that , you told me things were getting better and the next thing I know is that you are gone and I’m attending a funeral and you are suddenly a murderer” He exclaimed stopping by his locker as she walked ahead a few steps and didnt turn to face him until he was done with his rant. 

She turned around , the smile on her face long gone and a serious look replaced it “ Did you believe them ?” She quietly asked as the bell rang and people started hurrying by them to get to class. He sighted breaking the stare off as his phone beeped telling him he got a text.

 From Stiles : Need to talk. NOW. 

 He was quick to put the phone away and look up to the girl looking for a excuse “ I have to go , coach set up a talk with the lacrosse team, the class is just around the corner” he said before turning around starting to walk away. 

 ’’ Liam?“ Her voice stopped his from walking but he didn’t turn around ” You never told me if you believed them or not’' 

 As he was about to answer , he turned to face her and noticed her being gone, he sighted before picking up the pace and walking out the school to meet with stiles.

 He finally found Stiles and the rest of the group behind the school buses and after looking around to se if anyone had followed him. “You really couldn’t wait until the class wa-” Scott whisper-yelled before being cut off by Stiles direction his focus on Liam. 

 ’'Did you smell it?“ Stiles asked so fast the words were almost hard to make out. ’'Smell what? What are you talking about , Stiles I swea-” “Smell it on her ” Stiles replied waving his arms around 

“ Come on guys , Scott and Malia got a scent” “We got a scent but it wasn’t…” Malia said trying to find the right word to describe it.

 ’'She isn’t completely like us’’ Scott finished for her looking over to Liam. 

 ’'If she isn’t one of you’’ Lydia said looking to a point behind them to where Y/N walked out of school , carefull not to be seen and walked to the parking lot where Theo was waiting with a smirk “ Than what or who is she?’' 

 This was not requested but I really wanted to write this hihi.
   Part 2 anyone?



Desc: Isaac comes to reader seeking help one night, after being locked in the freezer and emotionally traumatized. 


For her, there had been nothing out of the ordinary about that night. She sat atop her thick layers of quilts, school papers spread across the bed as she tapped her pencil rhythmically to the soft music coming from her phone. The girl yawned and reached for a sip of hot tea before lazily stretching her legs out and pulling her hair up, a yelp of surprise tumbling off her lips when a face appeared in the reflection of her window. She jumped up at once, rushing over to pull the frame open, the cool night breeze instantly fluttering against her skin.

“Isaac?!” she breathed in surprise.

He was ghostly white, blue, almost, and his teeth chattered as he gave a small tilt of his head, unable to formulate his speech.

“Oh my god, come on, come,” the girl mumbled frantically, hoisting her hands under his arms and pulling the freezing cold werewolf into her cozy and warmly lit bedroom.

She blocked out the starry sky with her blinds and quietly locked her door before giving her attention back to the disheveled boy who sat collapsed on her floor. He wore a grey jacket and ripped black jeans, and his curly honey hair was a mess atop his pale skin. She quickly sunk to his side, pressing a palm to his cheek and reeling back with the cold that stung her. His icy blue eyes tried helplessly to search hers, but she was already on her feet and seizing the blankets from her bed and wrapping them snugly around him. She pulled him into her bed before he could protest, and forced her hot teacup into his shaking hands, his slender fingers wrapping around the hot surface eagerly.

“Drink,” she demanded.

Isaac did as commanded, a warm flush starting to spread in his face once more. He brought his hands around his knees, trying not to quake as he looked over the worried expression on the pretty little thing in front of him.

“Better?” she asked softly.

“A little cold still,” he admitted.

“Oh…” she paused, looking him over for a second before making her mind up at once as she pulled her body into the werewolf’s. He inhaled sharply with surprise, his heart racing as he felt two arms wrap tightly around his body, her body snuggling against his and instantly sending warmth to his freezing flesh. She placed her cheek against the crook of his neck, breath sending tingles of electricity into him.

“Thank you,” he managed at last.

She squeezed him lightly, her bright eyes blinking up at him with concern, “Isaac?”

He hated how just the way she said his name would drive him crazy, and responded with a small grunt.

“Did your dad, did he-” she shook her head, “did he lock you in the freezer?”

“Yes,” he said flatly, as if it was routine by now.

They’d brought it up a couple times before, but he always changed topic quickly, not liking to discuss the matter, and never once had she seen him experience it firsthand, or show up like he had that night.

“Oh my god,” she pulled back, and Isaac stared at her with yearning for her to stay in his arms. “I won’t even bother asking if you’re okay,” she shook her head.

“I’m okay,” he lied.

“No you’re not Isaac,” she rubbed her fingers against her temples, “why didn’t you tell me how bad it was, why are you coming for help now?”

He gulped down the lump in his throat, shaking his curls over his eyes, his words almost inaudible, “I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”

She just sat there like a deer in the headlights, and he could hear her heart shattering for him in that moment.

“You’ll always have me,” she stated, “I promise, okay?”

“Okay,” he nodded lightly.

“No, Isaac,” she insisted, fingers crawling under his jaw so as to force his blue eyes to her own, “I don’t ever want you to be like that again.”

He nodded, meaning it this time.

“You should sleep,” she sighed at last, trailing her fingertips lightly against Isaac’s jaw before removing them from his skin.

“I won’t be able to,” he admitted, “because, well, the nightmares…So I can leave, if you want.”

“I don’t want that,” she insisted, “stay, please.”

He sighed with relief, examining the girl who examined him right back.

“What’s it like?” she mumbled. “If you don’t mind answering.”

“Hell,” he responded instantly. “Ironic, considering the cold,” he laughed bitterly, “but, it’s hell. I can’t move, it’s just these walls caging me in, and I feel like I can’t breathe, but I know when I get out he’ll just hurt me again, and I-” he stopped, teeth clenched, eyes fluttering closed.

She didn’t know what else to do, so she hugged him. She barreled into his front, locking her arms around his neck and bringing her fingers gently through his honey hair, feeling him whimper against her, rocking his body slowly as he cried softly into her shirt. She could smell his dark cologne, feel his tears, the quiet shakes of his body, but she embraced him further, giving her every piece of love to the boy in her arms.

“I’m sorry,” he wiped at his misty eyes and pulled away with embarrassment. 

“Don’t be,” she answered, “I should’ve stayed quiet.”

“No, it’s good to tell someone,” he admitted. “It’s just stupid that I cry.”

“It’s not stupid, it’s human,” she reassured gently.

“But I’m not human,” he laughed, a smile tickling his lips as they spread into that grin she loved.

“Oh, right,” she giggled, “but you know what I mean.”

“And you still think the same of me, even with what I am?” he asked nervously.

“I think better,” she said, “because you’re a fighter, Isaac Lahey. My fighter.”

“Yours?” he breathed.

“Oh, well yeah, I just…” her cheeks went searing red, but he only smiled.

“I can hear your heartbeat, you know?” he smirked, listening in to the flutter in her chest.

“Oh god, oh right,” she said, trying to calm her heart, but silently freaking out when it only sped up under Isaac’s lingering intense gaze.

His eyes flickered down to her chest and back up, something registering on his face. “It stopped,” he said.


“Your heart, it stopped just now,” he repeated. “Why-I mean how-well what-” he stammered in confusion, but was silenced at once with the set of lips that molded lightly into his own. He inhaled sharply, eyes closing as he sunk into her kiss, his hand coming gently to cup her cheek as he nudged himself deeper into her mouth, drunk off her taste at once. The girl dipped her lips in roughly for the briefest of seconds before retreating, her nose pressed lightly to Isaac’s, giving him one more peck before releasing him altogether.

“So did yours,” she whispered.

Isaac beamed radiantly at her, “and how would you know that?”

“I don’t need to have super hearing to know when I’ve caught you off guard,” she smiled.

“You’ve got me,” the werewolf’s lips twitched.

“And, how do you feel?” she asked.

He paused, eyes crinkling with genuine happiness, the first happiness he’d felt in a long time.


♠princessxfangirl♠ MASTERLIST

#princessxfangirl masterlist

Updated: June 7, 2017 

If any links do not work, please notify me! I will fix it!

First Copy of Masterlist was done by the lovely @multifandomlove2002

Grant Gustin

I’ll Still Love You No Matter What

But You’re Gorgeous

But You’re Still My Favorite  


Wait, They’re Dating?!

Wouldn’t Plan On It

My Little Nerd

I’m Glad I Caught Feelings

I Want To Fall For You More Every Single Day For The Rest Of My Life

Bless The Soul Who Made Twitter  

In Sickness And In Health

I Love Her Just The Way She Is

I Love Her More

All That Matters Is That I Love Her

Celebrity Crush

Tom Holland

Just Friends 

Tidal Wave (personal favorite)

Beat Of Your Hearts 

Best Gift (warning: this imagine is a little crappy okay. Just putting that out there)

Harrison Osterfield

I’m A One Guy Type Of Girl.

Daniel Sharman

It’s Ice To See You Again

Barry Allen/The Flash

It’s Going To Be Okay   Part Two

Getting Jealous When Iris Is Around Barry

Those Are Just Stories, This Is Your Reality

Cisco and Barry after Barry Just Successfully Asked You Out On A Date

Two Lightning Bolts (personal favorite)

That’s My Daughter, Allen  

I Can’t Help That I Love You

Not All Heroes Wear Capes

Just In Time

I Do  


I Remembered That I Love You  

I’m Not Jealous!   

Dangerous  Part Two  Part Three

It’s Better This Way

I Can’t Bare To Lose You

I’ll Take You Up On That

The Chair Isn’t The Only Thing That Fell For You

Can I Say Something Crazy?

Why Can’t You See That I Love You?

The Proper Term Is Boyfriend

You’re Not Alone

Along The Way

I Lost Her

You Aren’t Dying, You Idiot

I’ll Always Come Back For You

Speedy Recovery

Stop Denying What I Feel

Didn’t See That Coming, Cupid

When Two Worlds Collide


Don’t Let Go

You Already Did

In Any Timeline and In Any World, I’m In Love with You

As Fast As You

Engage Into An Argument

Try Harder To Be Discreet

Ray Palmer/The Atom

Likewise, Raymond

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow

Then Let Me  

Harrison Wells

But I Can’t Love You Anymore (Eobard!Wells)

Sebastian Smythe 

Then Ask Me

I Thought I Was The Mean One

Harry Potter

Jealously Suits You

That’s My Boy

Immature, Jealous, Lovestruck Twit

Bucky Barnes/Winter Solider

I’m Not Crazy


Please Remember Me

Don’t Kill Me

Steve Rogers/Captain America

Captain’s Log

Peter Parker/Spiderman

Was He Hot? Very

For How Long?!

Show Me The Ropes… Er… Webs.

Liam Dunbar 

Wait You Kidnapped Him? (Also a Stiles Stilinski Imagine)

Derek Hale

Protecting what’s His (personal favorite)

Peter Hale

Demon’s Got Game

Dating The Devil

Numbers Don’t Define Mate

Isaac Lahey

I’ll Never Be Her

Scott McCall

It Was Perfect

Still Beautiful

That Should Say McCall (personal favorite)

Jordan Parrish

You’re A Banshee Now

Theo Raeken

Let Me Clear Something Up Then…

Why Do You Keep Apologizing!  Part Two

Stiles Stilinski

I Just Care About You

Wait You Kidnapped Him? (Also a Liam Dunbar Imagine)  

Why Hello There… (Void!Stiles)

I Don’t Need A Love Spell To Fall In Love With You

This Isn’t You

I Remember

A Lonely New Years

Twins - Stiles Stilinski AU Imagine

Requested by calypsoathene - Can I have a Stiles Stilinski one where the reader has a twin sister & the pack usually mistake her for her sister and the other way round but Stiles always knows who is who & one day the reader asks him how he knows & he answers something fluffy? :)

Word Count: 1,891

Warnings: None

Author’s note: I couldn’t help myself with the little twist at the end. I hope you like it :)

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

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“Hey, I have to go to the guidance office,” Sabrina said as she hopped out of the driver’s seat and closed the door.

“What? Why?” Her twin sister, Y/N asked after she got out of the passenger seat. “Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah,” Sabrina answered as she locked the car and handed the keys over to Y/N, as it would be her turn to drive back home after school. “She wants to go over one of my college applications. I made a mistake on one of them and she’s going to help me fix it,” Sabrina explained.

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you in class then,” Y/N waved goodbye as she walked towards the courtyard to meet up with her friends. 

“See ya!” Sabrina called out before making her way towards the front office.

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Studying? I think not/// Ethan Cutkosky SMUT

Studying? I think not//Ethan Cutkosky SMUT

Word count: 2008

Warnings: full on smut

(Y/N)’s p.o.v

I anxiously bit my lip, today was the day Ethan was coming back from playlist.

He offered for me to go with him but I turned him down, I had to stay here and deal with school, it was currently midterm week and I needed to study.

I had recently finished my first five test, Writing, Reading, history and Science. I now had to take my Latin and math one, the two I knew I would fail.

I mean I’m not bad at math it’s just not my strong suit, and neither is Latin.

I texted Ethan and told him about it and he told me as soon as he unpacked he would come over and help me study. But little did I know he had other plans.

“Hey babe” Ethan said kissing the side of my head. I smiled.

“Hey” I mumbled while wrapping my arms around him, he was like a huge teddy bear.

“Alright, let’s get started” he said.

I pulled out my Latin binder, Latin worksheets, Latin translations, and Latin textbook.

Ethan rubbed the side of his head, “why didn’t you pick Spanish”

I rolled my eyes “I didn’t pick Spanish because I can’t make a decision until high school, I’m still in eighth grade remember?”

Ethan only sighed and got in a comfortable position on my bed.

“Let’s start with translating some sentences then we can work on Roman numerals and derivatives” Ethan said looking through my stuff. I nodded my head.

“Alright can you translate this sentence ‘ubi est nilus fluvius?’ ”

I smiled “easy, where is the Nile river”

Ethan smiled “correct, ok next sentence 'Africa et Europa in Rheni fluminis’”

“The Rhine river is not in Africa but Europe” i responded.

“Correct babygirl”

Ethan leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. I giggled and pulled away.

“Come on lover boy, you said you would help me study, not make out with me”

“But I prefer this much more” he mumbled on my lips.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away. “Come on, the faster we get threw this, the more time we’ll have together to do what you want”

He only sighed and we continued practicing Translations.

“Ok, we’ve gone threw almost 90 translations, can we move onto Roman numerals and derivatives?” Ethan asked.

“Yup” he opened my binder and flipped to the second column and opened the rings to take out my derivative and Roman numerals worksheet.

“Ok, so when i say the number in Latin, say it in English and name one derivative, ok?” He explained.

I nodded, “seams simple enough”

“Alright, unum”

“The number is one and a derivative could be unison”


“The number is two and a derivative is duplex”


“Five, quintet”


“Six, sextuplets”

We went on and stoped at thirty.

“Alright I think your in pretty good shape (y/n)”

I blushed, “thanks, now. Time for math”.

I reached over for my bag and pulled out the algebra textbook and my notebook.

“I don’t need as much help with math, I just need help with slope intersect form, and all the lines that have to do with slope and graphing”

Ethan’s p.o.v

I watched as she grabbed her backpack and took out her textbook and notebook, she looked so pretty.

Her hair was up in a high ponytail and some strands of hair had fallen out. She was wearing my oversized sweatshirt that I had left here a before I left for playlist. She had paired the sweatshirt with some shorts.

Her mouth was open and words were coming out but I couldn’t focus on them, I was too busy checking her out.

“Hellooo, earth the Ethan?” (y/n) said whiles snapping her fingers in front of my face.

“Mhhh, what as that?” I asked.

(y/n) rolled her eyes “I said, I don’t need as much help with math, I just need help with slop intersect form, and all the lines that have to do with slope and graphing” she repeated.

I nodded “ok, let’s get started”

I took her textbook and opened it to a bookmarked page that was highlighted with different colors and little notes on the margin.

I then opened up her notebook to the first page and see a bunch of notes. Something’s were highlighted and there were notes on the side just like her textbook.

“Why do you highlight things and write notes everywhere?”

“The highlighters all have their own meaning. Yellow means I totally understand what I’m learning, pink means I I’m completely lost, and orange means I somewhat get it. The notes are supposed to help me when we take open book quizzes” she said sheepishly.

“I got the idea from teen wolf, remember? You were there. We were cuddling on my bed while catching up on the series because I wanted to and you agreed to it for some odd reason, stiles was helping malia study and he asked her why she highlighted things” she continued on.

I nodded my head remembering. “Does it help you?”

“Yeah, it works out perfectly. I stay after school and get help with the stuff that are pink”

I sighed. “Ok, well les get to work”

I skimmed threw her textbook and saw some practice Problems that she had highlighted pink.

“Ok (y/n) what are the two slope equations that you have to know?”

“Umm, y=mx+b and y1-y=m(x-x1)?”

“You partially got it right the second formula is y-y1=m(x-x1)”

She nodded and i looked at her notebook and asked her.

“How do you find slope?”

“You have to have your y and x axis graphed then you do y2-y1 over x2-x1 and you have your slope”

I nodded “you got it right, let’s try a problem”


“Passes through (-2,5) and (3,9)”

“Ok so first you have to find the slope so you do y2-y1 over x2-x1 and you get 4/5 as your slope, then you fill in the numbers and it will be y-5=4/5(x-(-2))”

I smiled “yup, your so smart baby girl” I cooed.

She only blushed and looked down I chuckled at her.

“Ok time for graphing, state the x and y intercepts for the function, then graph the function”

(y/n) reached over and grabbed her graphing book.

“The function is 2x - 3y = 6, solve it”

(y/n) waisted no time. She quickly jotted down the function and stared plugging in numbers for each side to find x and y. When she did she bit down on her pencil and furrowed her eyebrows obviously confused. She then erased half of her work and plugged in zero to see where that would get her, after she did that she found the intercepts and graphed the function.

She handed me the notebook and I looked down at her work, it was messy but clean and the same time. I checked the work and handed it back and nodded my head.

We continued to study until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“(y/n) we’ve went over everything, your so smart you need to have faith in yourself babygirl”

She nodded and rubbed her eyes.

“Now, time to have fun” i smirked.

I started to take all of her books, papers, and binders off of her bed so that it was just me and her.

I gently pushed her so she was laying down on the bed and started leaving wet butterfly kisses from up her neck to her lips.

She tangled her hands in my hair and kissed me harder. She wrapped her legs around my waist.

We continued kissing for a while before I pulled away to take off my shirt and 'her’ sweatshirt.

I looked at her and saw that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I let out a low growl and mumbled 'fuck’.

She blushed and covered her chest.

“Don’t babygirl, your beautiful” I said while unraveling her arms from her chest.

I leaned down and left love bites on her collarbone. I didn’t leave a lot, I knew she didn’t like it when I left them out in the open, she would get in trouble for it.

I took her right breast into my hand and sucked on it. I bit down on her nipple and it turned into a hard bud. I did this to the other breast.

I then moved down and teasingly started to pull off her shorts. She whined at my slow pace and took matters into her own hands and ripped off her shorts

I smirked. Only I had this effect on her.

I sucked in a harsh breath when I saw her white lace underwear. I could feel myself hardening even more.

I took off her underwear and placed my head in between her legs and placed wet kisses on the inside of her thighs.

I stopped when my lips met her heat. I inhaled and kissed her clit. She moaned my name and fisted the sheets.

I then stuck my tongue inside her and moved it around a little. I then brought up my hand and stuck in my index finger.

“Ethan” (y/n) moaned. She grabbed my hair and pushed my head in deeper. I grabbed her hands and placed them back down. And started going faster making (y/n) squirm, moan, and play with my hair.

“Ethan, I-I-I’m going to-”

“I got you babygirl” my pace fastened and (y/n) arched her back and came in my mouth and hand. I swallowed it all and licked her clean. I then sucked off the rest of her juices that was on my hand.

I stood and took off my pants and boxers my member sprung up and hit my stomach. (y/n) got up and sat on the edge of her bed and took my length into her hands.

She licked the tip and slowly slid it into her mouth. What she couldn’t fit in her mouth she wrapped her fingers around and massaged.

“Mhhh, babygirl right there I said while wrapping her hair around my hands and pushing my length farther into her mouth.

She started bobbing her head up and down. I moaned and released into her mouth.

She swallowed it all and I picked her up and placed her on the bed and positioned myself at her entrance.

"Ready babygirl?” She nodded her head in respons. I slowly slid myself in and waited for her to get used to my size. When she did I started going faster.

“Mghhh, Ethan fatserrr” I oblige and went faster slamming in and out of her.

“Princess I’m going to come”

“Me too”

“On the count of three, ok?”


I got in a few more thrust before I pulled out and came on her stomach.

I got off of her bed and went into her bathroom and got some paper napkins and went back to her room to wipe off the seamen that was on her stomach.

“I love you” I cooed before kissing her lips

“I love you t-”

“(y/n), honey are you home?”

(y/n) and I looked at each other at he sound of her moms voice. We shot up and quickly put on our cloths.

I opened her window and she sprayed some of her perfume. We jumped on her bed and I grabbed some flashcards from the floor and fixed my hair.

“What’s osmosis?” I questioned just as her mom opened her door.

“(y/n) what have I told you about closing the door when you have Ethan over? This door is to stay open. Okay?” Her mom said.

(y/n) smiled and nodded “alright mom”

“Hello Ethan”

I smiled and waved “hey Mrs. (y/l/n)”

Her mom smiled and walked out he door. (y/n) and I let out sighs and fell back on her bed.

“That was close” I mumbled.

Byun Baekhyun//Psych - Part 4

Originally posted by dodyo

Summary: After a month of being broke at college, you finally find a place to stay, but the only con is that there is nine other people you have to share a house with - one in particular who makes it his mission to irritate you at every turn - but they’re hiding something from you. Something big. (1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 5/ 6/ 7)
Scenario: Werewolf!AU, college!AU, series
Word Count: 5,765

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Hot and Cold-Brett Talbot

Valentine’s Collection:#9

Teen Wolf Imagine:#108

Word Count: 687

Warnings: None that I can think of?

Summary: You know what they say, cold hands, warm heart. Unless you’re a werewolf, then everything is warm.

A/n: Requested by @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday Where the reader is always cold and likes to cuddle with Brett because he’s always warm. It’s short but it’s cute I swear!

Originally posted by imlostinsantacarla

Originally posted by perfectfeelings


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Scott McCall x Reader x Stiles Stilinski 

~ Part 1, Part 2

Warnings: Slight sexual content, dom!reader, sub!Scott, sub!Stiles
Word count: 1 521

A/N: Thank you for liking this imagine so much! ♥

Tags: @queenlovve, @luciferwaitsformetogethome, @pissheadofficial, @fangirlfreakingout, @17jenny​, @lildoog-ish​, @peacefullytatted01, @greek-geek481

Scott winched when he suddenly saw Stiles standing behind him in the mirror. He was leaning against the door frame, pursing his lips into a thin line and his eyebrows were hanging low on his forehead.

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Chinese Takeout-(Stiles Stilinski)

Originally posted by thealpha

Characters: Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey, Coach Finstock, Stiles Stilinski and (Y/N)

Warnings: none?

Pairing: hint at Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1243

Summary: Stiles, out of nowhere, involves you in the tradition that takes place every lacrosse match Beacon Hills plays.

Stiles Stilinski. The schools weird kid with an endless supply of sarcasm. Stiles, who’s both a naturally smart kid like his dad and on the lacrosse team. Stiles Stilinski, the guy who I have a raging crush on for 3 agonizing years. 

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Vegas – Cody Christian Imagine

Requested: No. It was just an idea I had after seeing Cody’s photos from his Vegas trip.

Warnings: Feeling insecure

Word Count: 2,307

Author’s Note: I know I’ve already done a Cody x Reader are best friends who have feelings for each other but I couldn’t help myself with this one. Feedback is always appreciated :)

[My Teen Wolf Master List]

“Y/N! I’m home!” Cody yelled as he walked into his best friend’s apartment with his key. 

“Crap,” she mumbled under her breath as she quickly grabbed a protein bar and her pre workout drink in the kitchen. She knew what time Cody was coming back from his birthday bash weekend in Vegas and after seeing the pictures he posted on his Instagram, and the ones he privately sent to her, she was hoping she wouldn’t be home when he got back.

Y/N and Cody had been best friends for years, long before Cody’s career as an actor took off. She never thought she had feelings for him in a romantic kind of way until she saw the pictures from this weekend. Cody celebrated his birthday late with the boys around beautiful women who wore small bikinis that showed off their Greek goddess bodies. She didn’t know how else to explain the sudden jealousy or insecure thoughts she had. She tried to fool herself into thinking that she was just worried another girl would swoop in and steal her best friend, but she knew she was lying to herself.

“There you are,” Cody smiled as soon as he saw Y/N in the kitchen. “I called out for you. Didn’t you hear me?”

“Yes, I’m sorry. I’m just trying to get all my stuff because I’m actually on my way out,” she slung her gym bag over her shoulder and ignored the sad look Cody gave her.

“But I just got home,” Cody’s bottom lip pushed forward. Y/N looked at him and wanted to push that bottom lip back in because she knew she would stay if he kept giving her his puppy eyed look.

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request: “Could you write a Cisco imagine where the reader is a banshee (it’s irish mythology, one of the characters in Teen Wolf is a banshee I believe?) but was a singer before the particle accelerator exploded. She can’t sing with knocking people out so she goes to S.T.A.R. Labs for help. Cisco is an insanely huge fan of the reader and is completely star struck when he sees her. Thanks so much! Sorry that request was so long, you can probably tell how much I’ve thought about this lmao.” — by anon

a/n: i am very familiar with the banshee bc i used to watch teen wolf ((but stopped at like s3 bc i started watching another tv series lol)) so i think i got this right ahaha. also, i don’t mind if requests are so long bc it actually helps me write since you’re giving out full details, so thank you and i hope you like this! p.s. i know this took so long i’m so sorry omg.

Masterlist + Request here!

You lay there alone in your room, listening to the radio with your eyes closed. The radio host was discussing different topics about music that involved various artists, and you couldn’t help but suddenly open your eyes when you heard your name being mentioned.

“Well, folks, we all know that the amazing Y/N Y/L/N is no longer in the music industry since she was hit by the dark matter from the particle accelerator explosion in Central City.”

“What a shame. I’m a huge fan of her music!”

“Who isn’t? Honestly, I think she should continue doing her thing despite what happened.”

“James, are you stupid? Your ears will literally bleed if she does that, and not because of her singing.” the other radio host laughed.

In annoyance, you abruptly shut the radio down and continued to lay there motionless, just thinking about what your life had been before it became messed up because of what happened to you nine months ago.

You used to be one of the most successful singers out there, but especially in Central City. It was the place where your talent first bloomed and was recognized, and so as thanks, you never decided to leave it no matter how many concerts or tours you had around the world. But when the particle accelerator explosion happened, you suddenly wished that you have never resided in Central City in the first place.

Because of what you heard on the radio, you abruptly grabbed the calling card inside your pocket that you always kept in case you finally got the guts to do it. The name of Caitlin Snow glowed in the dark room, making you purse your lips at the thought of suddenly changing your mind again. With a shake of your head, you grabbed your phone from the bedside table and called.

Dr. Caitlin Snow was more than delighted when she heard your recognizable voice from the other line, even stuttering because of how much she idolized you that the thought of even talking to you still wasn’t processing clearly inside her head, not more than helping you with your condition.

As of the moment, you just got out of the elevator, leading to the cortex of S.T.A.R. Labs. A very cute boy greeted you with an enthusiastic grin, causing you to awkwardly wave.

“Uh, hi, you must be Cisco Ramon.” you extended a hand.

Cisco now had his mouth hanging open. He quickly composed himself when you looked down at your still outstretched hand.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that — you know me?” he chuckled. “The Y/N Y/L/N knows me. Just ordinary me. Your ordinary science nerd. You know me.” he repeated.

You snorted. “Yeah, well you’re one of the science nerds that are going to help me so don’t think too low about yourself.” you felt his warm hand against yours.

The sound of heels clicking caused the both of you to look sideways to see who it was, seeing Caitlin Snow approach the two of you.

“Ms. Y/N Y/L/N, it is an honor to see you up close. I’m a huge fan and honestly,  I think I’ve actually listened to all of your albums nonstop.”

“Actually,” Cisco cut in, “I’m the one who introduced you to Caitlin so …”

You laughed lightly at his adorableness. “Either way, thank you to the both of you, and for also considering to take me in.”

They started walking, you following close beside them.

“Oh, it’s no problem. It’s always a good thing to help someone.”

“Especially if it’s you.” Cisco smiled.

“Thanks, Cisco. That’s very nice of you.” you returned the gesture.

Cisco widened his eyes and nudged Caitlin, “She just thanked and complimented me. This is the best day of my life.” he whispered, not knowing that you heard it all.

Caitlin rolled her eyes, “So, Ms. Y/L/N —”

“Please, just call me Y/N.” you insisted.

“Y/N,” Caitlin grinned. “We’re just gonna run a few tests on you, but before we can do that, we would like to know if the rumors were true.”

“Not that if they were, we would kick you out.” Cisco clarified.

You nodded. “Sure, why don’t we go outside?”

The two scientists led you somewhere outside again, and while the three of you were inside the elevator, you can’t help but notice Cisco stealing a lot of glances towards yours way. If he wasn’t so cute, you would have thought it was weird and a tad bit disturbing. But nonetheless, you were used with the gawking.

Caitlin seem to notice the staring as well, causing her to hardly nudge Cisco on the ribs.

“If you don’t stop, she’ll run away.” she quietly murmured to her friend but was heard by you.

You rose your eyebrows, “Oh, I don’t mind.” you suddenly spoke which caused them to turn around and look at you.

Cisco smirked, “See, she doesn’t mind.” he told Caitlin before turning back to you, wearing his famous boyish grin.

She’s so beautiful, and the fact that she’s still shy around Stiles makes this look even more precious. They’re so in love. Lydia finally has that “can’t breathe until your with him” boyfriend, and I’m so happy for her. She deserves so much, and she deserves a love like Stiles gives her. Stiles deserves Lydia as well. They’re so perfect for each other, and im so happy we got to see their story play out to this moment. This look from Lydia is perfect, and Holland is so unbelievably gorgeous.


Derek x Reader

A/N: Making gifs from old Teen Wolf episodes got me inspired. Also, here some Derek for youuu, really like to write for this guy.


“Ask her if she’s okay. If she’s safe. “ Derek bawled, urging Scott as he waited for you to pick up your phone, almost piercing his fingertips into Scott’s shoulders of anticipation.

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Requested by Anon #287

Sheriff: Y/N, are you sure about this?
Y/N: Yes dad I’m sure.
Sheriff: But Parrish?
Y/N: Yes dad.
Sheriff: My deputy?
Y/N: Yup.
Sheriff: Jordan Parrish?
Sherrif: Just making sure.
Y/N: You’re taking it worse than Stiles did.
Sheriff: Sorry, as long as you’re happy that’s all that matters.
Y/N: Thanks dad.
Sherrif: I mean you could’ve chose someone worse. At least I know Parrish will take care of you. If he doesn’t treat you right or hurts you in anyway, I have my ways of making him disappear.
Y/N: I also got that talk from Stiles too. *laughs*
Sheriff: Okay thanks for telling me Y/N. *hugs her* I love you.
Y/N: I love you too.
Sheriff: So you’re sure? About Parrish?
Y/N: Oh my god!

You Are Strong

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2834

Request:  I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is a character on the teen wolf show and struggles with depression but nobody knows. And one day Dylan comes to her trailer for something and finds her on the floor or the couch and she tells him everything and he comforts her and it’s all fluffy and whatnot by anonomoose.

Author’s Note: I kinda really liked this idea and I added the whole social anxiety thing because I kinda have that and I thought it’d fit in perfectly. I hope you guys like it, really! Thanks to @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me!

Originally posted by asdarknessfell

I’ve always struggled with depression, it’s been a part of my life since I was in school. I was a bigger girl in school and people would always look at me weirdly, whispering to their friends as I walked down the hallway to my class, alone. I barely had any friends, mainly because I was shy and was deathly afraid of rejection. After graduating and going to college, I decided to make a change, working out and eating healthy everyday. I had lost weight, but still felt like people would stare at me as I walked down the street to classes. I managed to get out of my shell, finally being able to talk to people after taking a few acting classes. I had so much fun in those classes that I decided to try and become an actress. Although I was out of my shell, I still had insecurity problems and depression. I was walking around LA when I saw something about casting for a show called Teen Wolf, I’ve seen the first few seasons, knowing that they’d be starting season three soon. I took note of where the auditions were and decided that I would try to get my first acting job. I’ve been prepping for this moment for years, and I’m going to nail it on the head.

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Wayward Girl (StilesxReader) Part 1 {SPNXTW}

A/N: Okaay story time. I posted this ages ago on ao3 and then I found out that someone was posting it here??? Anyway I got my account suspended and the person who posted it here deleted. Eventually, I took it down from ao3 and pretty much gave up on the whole story but now there is *****inspiration***** and I can post it again.

Fandoms: Teen Wolf and Supernatural (Crossover)

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: The reader is Dean’s daughter, and after his death, Sam sends her to take care of a werewolf problem in Beacon Hills.

Warnings: angsty, nudity, self harm.


Your eyes were fixed on the window, not really registering anything that occurred outside. The soft pitter patter of the rain seemed too loud a sound for your now permanent headache, and you rubbed your fingertips into your temples.

“Where are we headed?” You ask, needing something to fill the void of silence that settled in the car. Next to you, Uncle Sam tenses slightly, not expecting the noise.

“Beacon Hills.” He answers, not taking his eyes off the unusually wet road. Your mind flickers back to the previous visit; you were barely eight years old. “There’s some rumours going around of a pack of werewolves. A group of hunters, the Argents, supposedly had it covered until the pack killed one of their own.”

You hesitate before asking: “Are you gonna stay with me?” You hate how your voice sounds, like a small, fragile child. Sam freezes up and you held back a huff of cynical laughter. “Of course not. I’ll be done in a week, maybe two.”

“Let me know if you need more time.” Sam says, failing to hide the guilt in his voice. “I signed you up for school at Beacon Hills High. I think you’ll like it there.”

You nod because there’s nothing left for either of you to say. It’s been like this for weeks, ever since dad’s funeral. After he died, Sam - who had always been less of an uncle and more like an overprotective brother to you - became distant, lost. You didn’t know what he was doing and at this point you didn’t care.

Since your dad died, since your saw his bloodied body being ripped apart by hellhounds, heard his screams of agony and fear, since that day you’ve been completely numb. Things got so much worse after the funeral. Not even Grandpa Bobby could console you.

At first it had been painful, grief unlike anything you had ever experienced before. You felt as though someone had ripped our soul into a thousand pieces and lit it on fire. It hurt worse than any physical pain, any gunshot wound, any bite or claw slicing through your skin ever had.

Then, it didn’t.

Something, some deep vital part of you was missing - had died along with your father, but it felt like your body refused to acknowledge it. You went on, ate slept, fucked, hunted and breathed as you always had but it wasn’t right. There was no thrill or fear or hatred or longing. It was as if you simply existed, an empty vessel waiting to be blown away by the winds of time.

No one could help bring you back, and you couldn’t offer anyone a way out either. All of you, Bobby, Ellen, Jo, Sam; you were all drowning in your own grief and the only way out was through. But to you, it felt like you were just digging yourself in deeper and deeper the more you tried to fight it.

“I think it would be good if you visited your mother.” Sam says, and his tone suggests it’s an order. You nod, uninterested. “Maybe if you wanted to, see how she’s doing. If- if you wanted to stay here. Permanently.”

At his words your eyes shoot up. For a brief moment, your heart races in your chest but it’s over before it begun. Sam’s words take a moment to sink in and you allow yourself to consider.

“I’ll think about it.”

The remainder of the ride is spent in silence as you plug in your ear phones. You can’t be angry at your uncle; truth be told, had you been in the same situation you likely would have followed the same course of action.

Sam was grieving, just like you. He needed time and space, and he couldn’t have that with his annoying little niece acting as a constant reminder of what he had lost. A bitter, angry voice in the back of your head screamed that he was getting rid of you, that he hated you and blamed you for your father’s death. You didn’t bother trying to tune it out. You knew that it was your fault.

Still, the thought of leaving this all behind was unfathomable. You were a Winchester, through and through. Come hell or high water, you would always follow in your father’s footsteps, even if he wasn’t there to watch over you anymore.

Twenty minutes later, Uncle Sam had pulled the Impala at a stop in front of a residential home. You looked up at him with a raised brow. “Do we have some family here or something?”

“Do you remember Deputy Stilinski?” Sam looked pained as he spoke. You nod. Of course you remembered him, after all he risked and sacrificed for you, how could you forget? “I’ve arranged for you to stay with him. Just remember, he doesn’t know.”

For a moment you considered arguing, but the look of your uncles face told you not to. It was strange; you had never felt fear around him, but now it was as though your instincts screamed at you to run as far away as you possibly could and that scared the Holy Hell out of you.

“Okay.” You slid out of the front seat and opened the boot. It was still raining but not as badly. Grabbing your bag, you walk to the front door and you don’t flinch when Sam drives away without so much as a backwards glance.

“Deputy Stilinski?” You call out, rapping your knuckles on the door. “Is anyone home?”

“Well there’s no deputy living here, I can tell you that.” A voice says from behind you. You jump and spin around, bringing your body in a fighting stance, your hand automatically reaching a pistol that’s not there. “Whoa! Easy there.”

It takes your mind a second to register the person in front of you. He’s tall and skinny but still very cute. He’s got thick black hair that’s been matted to his forehead because of the rain, and his brown eyes watch you with suspicion. “Who are you and what are you doing here?” You ask.

“My name is Stiles, and I kinda live here.” He says smoothly, tucking his hands into the front pocket of his jeans. “So really, I should be asking you that question.”

“Stiles,” You repeat, the name sounding all too familiar. “You’re the deputy’s son.” The guy, Stiles, lets out a laugh.

“I told you,” he says again. “There’s no deputy living here.”

“Isn’t this where John Stilinski lives?” You ask in confusion. Stiles, looking amused, nods. “Then I’m in the right place. I’m (Y/N), now do you mind telling me what’s so goddamn funny?”

With a slight shake of his head, Stiles smiles while looking down. “Nothing.” He says, stepping forward to unlock the door. You step aside to give him more room. “You’re just really cute when you’re frustrated.”

You chose wisely not to reply to that with your usual kick to the groin. You figured if this guy lived here, you really didn’t need him as your enemy. The second Stiles opens the door, you walk in.

“Come in, won’t you?” He says sarcastically and you roll your eyes. After a brief moment, he asks. “So, why do you need to see my dad anyway? You apart of a case or something?”

“Not exactly,” You reply, taking in the expance of the household. Stiles disappears for a moment but you continue anyway. “I’m actually, well I’m kinda his friend’s daughter.” A moment later, Stiles joins you in the living room and hands you a towel. “Thanks. My uncle told me that he spoke to your dad about me coming to stay with you guys for a few days?” You say, but you’re assuming. Sam had barely spoke ten consecutive words to you if he could help it.

“Oh,” Stiles says in realization. “So you’re the Winchester girl.”

“What did your dad say about me?” It’s the first thing that comes to mind. You wonder if Stiles knows about your dad, or even worse your mom. The brown eyed boy simply smiles and it tells you all you need to know.

“He said that you’re coming to live with us, and that I shouldn’t bother you because you’ve been through a lot.” You blink, looking anywhere that isn’t at the sincere guy in front of you. “I’m sorry about your dad.”

‘We weren’t close.’ is what you’re supposed to say, because it would end the conversation that you really didn’t want to have. But with the amount of sincerity and understanding in Stile’s tone, you simply can’t. “I’m sorry too.” You offer, suddenly finding interest in the towel in your hands.

“Hey,” Stiles says softly, reaching forward to give your hand a comforting squeeze. You look up and realize he’s a lot closer than you thought. “I get it if you don’t want to talk about it, believe me I do, so I won’t ask. But if you need anything, I’m in the first door on the left.”

You can’t explain your next actions. Maybe it’s because of the sincerity in his words, or maybe it’s just because it’s been months of holding it in, but you don’t care. Suddenly, you wrap your arms around the taller boys frame.

Stiles freezes for a second, but it’s only that and he almost immediately returns it. He enclosed his arms around your fame and pulls you in close. You feel tears begin to well in your eyes as your mind replays your fathers death - cruel and unforgiving.

He hears you sniffle and brings one of his hands to your head, stroking gently. You allow yourself to be comforted by all of it, the soft touch in your hair, the smell of motor oil and musk, the feeling of security that Stiles’ arms bring, the feeling that, for the first time in a long time, it’s gonna be okay.

Then you pull away, and take ten steps back.

“So, when’s your dad gonna be back?” You ask, hoping that your eyes weren’t as red or swollen as they felt. Stiles stares at you for a moment, before nodding his head slightly.

“He should be back in about a half hour.” You’re grateful he chose not to call you out. “Normally he’s at home by now but with the weather, there’s probably been some damage.”

You nod silently. There’s a moment where you feel completely out of place and awkward, not knowing what to do before Stiles chimes in. “Uh, you’ll probably be sleeping in the guest room. There’s a shower in there but it’s pretty useless. You can, um, use mine if you like.” His eyes widen and his body sort of jerks forward comically, realizing what he’s just said. “I mean, alone obviously. It is my shower but I wouldn’t be in there. Not that I wouldn’t want to be- you’re obviously a very attractive woman but-”

“Thanks, I think I’ll take that shower.” You interrupt, saving whatever shred of his dignity there’s left.

Stiles nods before walking forward and showing you into his room. It’s messy, but that’s to be expected. You shoot him a smile and he takes it as his cue to leave, shutting the door behind him.

For a moment you just stand there, taking the room in. You look at it’s features but nothing really registers. Mentally, you repremand yourself for your previous actions. You shouldn’t find comfort here, especially knowing that you wouldn’t be here long.

Maybe Stiles was just a good actor. Maybe he didn’t really care at all. You repeat your theory in your head a few times. He doesn’t care. No one does. This is just a place you’ll be staying at until the job is over.

With a deep sigh, you walk to what appears to be a dresser. It’s worn and old but it looks well loved. You remove your ear rings and take the chain off your neck, placing it on the wooden surface. It takes a lot to not look at the silver ring that hangs limp from the chain as you remove your bracelets, toying with the protective pentagram that hangs from it.

You step back and pull out an extra large T-shirt from your bag, along with a pair of shorts. It’s raining but still humid. With efficiency you learned over the years, you strip down into your panties, carefully inspecting the healing wound on your back using the mirror.

“Sorry, I forgot my phone-”

It takes everything inside of you not to scream as Stiles opens the door. Both of you freeze for what feels like a long time. Then, suddenly your mind catches up.

“Oh God,” Stiles says than pointedly looks down, shielding his eyes from your practically naked figure. “I’m so sorry. Fuck.”

“Stiles, please get out.” You say while holding back a smirk, unashamed by your nakedness. Stiles looks up at the mention of his name then pointedly swears under his breath looking down, flushing red.

“Right, right.” He says, maneuvering his way back out without raising his head.

When he’s gone you stop down and step under the shower water. You can’t help but wonder if that cute blush of his goes all the way down. You take your time, figuring that it would give both you and Stiles time to recover.

There’s a moment of hesitation as you stand under the stream of water, but it only lasts a moment. You peel off the bandage that covers the centre of your back and allow the water to run over your still-open wound.

It hurts. It burns like you expected, like it’s the first time you got it, and you revel in the feeling. It makes you feel human again.

You finish off the rest of your shower and get dressed before heading down. You check your phone and see a text from Sam. Rereading it and memorizing it, you leave Stiles’ room. As you walk down the stairs you hear the sound of two people. One of them you recognize as Stiles, but the other is a mystery.

As you approach the kitchen, you hear whispers. It’s too soft for you to make out, but when you take a particularly loud step, they stopped completely.

“(Y/N),” Mr Stilinski says when he sees you enter the kitchen. You shoot him a smile, but it feels too fake for his kind eyes. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be here when you arrived. You know how it is. I actually wanted to speak to your uncle about some things.”

“Um, my uncle probably won’t be able to, you know, answer. He’s pretty much off the grid with where he is.” Mr Stilinski nods and you’re glad he doesn’t push. As far as he knows, your uncle is Special Ops and had to leave you here on an emergency call. At least that’s what Sam texted you.

“Well, we were just about to start dinner. Have a seat.” You nod and thank him, walking to the table. Stiles is seated next to his dad, who’s at the head of the table. You take a seat across from him at the four seater. “I hope Stiles over here didn’t bother you too much.”

You look up at the man in question, who is pointedly staring at his plate of mixed vegetables and chicken. “Don’t worry, sir, he was decent enough. We even became equainted with each other a little bit.”

Stiles chokes on his corn, and you bite back a smirk. You don’t need to be looking at him to know that he’s red in the face. “But seriously, I’m very grateful for your hospitality, Dep-” you stop yourself when you glance at the badge on his chest. “Sheriff.”

“I told you there’s no deputy here.” Stiles mumbles, and you can’t help but feel a little embarrassed. The Depu- Sheriff smiles.

“Your very welcome.” He replies easily. “I mean, after all that your dad and grandfather did for me, it’s the least I could do.”

“You knew my grandfather?” You ask in genuine surprise. The Sheriff chuckles slightly.

“I did actually.” He smiles. “I don’t expect you to remember. You must’ve been barely two years old. It was a series of kidnappings. Your grandfather and Dean helped me find them.”

“I really didn’t know that.” You answer, because not doing so would be rude. You focus on your meal again, trying hard not to think of your dad, or if John, or all the people they saved.

“So, (Y/N),” Stiles says when the silence becomes uncomfortable. Mentally you slap yourself. You’re surrounded by all these good people but all you do is bring the mood down. “What school are you going to?”

“Beacon Hills High,” You reply, trying to be conversational. “I’m starting my junior year. I was gonna go to Davenford Prep but I heard their lacrosse team sucked.” You say, recalling the school from a poster you saw.

“You play?” Stiles asks, shocked.

You shrug slightly. “I used to, back in freshman year, but I got a nasy blow that benched me for the rest of the season.” There’s a slight smile on your face as you think about the injury that had actually come from knocking out a vampire. “I guess I just didn’t go back.”

“You should try out for the team.” Stiles says easily. You raise a brow. “We’ve got some good hitters but our defence sucks.”

“I’ll think about it.” Suddenly, you’re reminded of your promise to Sam while the conversation moves from sports to school. As Stiles and the Sheriff engage in small talk, you think. Could you really quit the life? Could you really move back here and take care of your mother? And, most importantly:

Is this what Dean would’ve wanted?

I got a perfect idea for the final scene of teen wolf, should we not get a flash forward. Ready?
The song: The Sound by The 1975
Snippet: the last chorus probably edited a bit but the only lyrics would be the “well I know when you’re around because I know the sound, I know the sound of your heart”
This scene is all about the core four. It flashes through each of them and what they’re doing after high school. Each flash is over one or two verses of the chorus
1. Malia stepping out of her car and looking at some piece of wilderness with a smile on her face
2. Lydia confidently stepping into a large lecture hall, crazy math theorems on the board, she smiles. Pans down to her phone with a text from Stiles “have a good first day, love you ❤” she quickly texts back “thanks, love you too”
3. Stiles training with a smile on his face, looks down to receive the text from Lydia
4. Scott working in a college lab, eagerly taking notes and smiling
It then cuts to the picture of the four of them from 6a. The background changes around it four times. This is over the last two verses of the chorus where the music is less intense and it focuses more on the words.
1. Clipped to the visor of Malia’s car
2. On a decorated picture board next to a picture of Lydia and Stiles and an MIT flag
3. Framed on a desk next to a computer and some criminology textbooks
4. Framed on night stand next to biology books and a UC Davis mug
Cut to black and roll credits

I’m not crying you’re crying