i need deaton to do this

dylanlovesthemets  asked:

“You look pretty hot in plaid" this could go both ways w sterek i think, like derek complimenting stiles on his daily outfits or stiles seeing derek in plaid for the first time

@dylanlovesthemets i almost listened but it kind of got away from me :D 

“Move, Scott,” Derek grumbles, irritated and tired and protective.

Stiles is limp in Derek’s arms after being struck by the monster of the week. Scott had once again failed to account for Stiles’ fragility and left him without so much as a bat to defend himself.

Derek had seen it happen, seen the big scaly tail knock Stiles off his feet and into a tree. And he’s done what he could to hear if Stiles was hurt worse than a concussion and so far hasn’t been able to hear anything out of the ordinary. Heartbeat still in a normal rhythm, no bones creaking or scraping against each other as Derek rolled Stiles onto his back to check him over.

He’s got Stiles bridal style in his arms and is walking back to the cars now that the thing has been taken care of. But Scott is hovering.

“We should take him to see Deaton, or at least have my mom look at him,” Scott is saying, still trailing behind Derek, gripping at Derek’s shoulder and Derek bites back a growl of irritation. He just doesn’t want anyone in his space right now.

“I’m taking him to my apartment. His dad is working tomorrow and through the weekend and Stiles is going to need someone to wake him up every couple hours if he does have a concussion. A test which I am well equipped to do, Scott, since I am an EMT,” Derek impatiently explains as they come up to the cars all parked together in a clearing.

“I know, I know,” Scott is quick to answer but he’s still hesitant. Derek knows they trust each other but apparently that trust doesn’t extend to trusting Derek with Stiles.

Once Stiles is laid comfortably, but still unconscious in the back of Derek’s Toyota he turns to face Scott’s worried face.

“He’s going to be fine and if he’s not, you’re the first person I call,” Derek says and it’s true. If Stiles wakes up in more pain than a concussion warrants or he stops breathing or something, Scott would be the first person Derek would contact…along with Melissa and John in the group text.

But the reassurance is enough for Scott who nods and steps away. Derek talks quickly to Isaac, Erica and Boyd, making sure they’re all still in one piece after the small tussle in the woods. But they’re fine and he gets an eye roll from Erica so they’re really okay if they’re able to sass their alpha at 3am.

Now he just has to get Stiles back to his apartment and make sure he wakes up in a reasonable amount of time.


Derek is pacing slowly in the apartment. He’s not overly anxious, Stiles has been awake since they got in and confirmed only a headache before swallowing some advil and going back to sleep. Derek is still concerned there might be other aches and pains that Stiles is waving off that should be addressed.

For now, he’s on concussion watch though so he’s trying to keep himself awake for the next hour until it’s time to wake Stiles again. He’d sleep himself but the couch isn’t appealing tonight and he knows when he falls asleep it’s going to be hellish to drag himself out of it. He’d rather get another check in with Stiles before he loses consciousness for the next few hours.

The pacing is to keep his mind focused on something, one foot in front of the other, eight steps, turn, eight again. He can hear Stiles’ steady, shallow, sleeping breathing as he does and he thinks he’s pretty calm despite the circumstances. He’s more surprised that he’s surprised than actually startled when the door opens and Stiles is standing there, leaning against the door jam. His eyes are droopy but Derek can still hear his heart beating exactly how it’s supposed to.

“You look pretty hot in plaid,” Stiles says, his clear voice showing that despite his sleepy expression, he’s completely alert.

Derek looks down at his pajama pants before looking up at Stiles with a soft smile.

“You’ve said that before,” Derek replies, tracing his own steps as he walks over towards where Stiles is wavering on his feet now that he’s no longer leaning against the door frame.

He settles his hands on Stiles’ warm waist and relishes the small smile he gets at the welcome touch.

“It’s worth repeating,” Stiles says and tilts his head back, Derek is all too happy to oblige and press a quick dry kiss on his lips.

This thing between them is new, not so new that Derek questions the kiss but it is still something they’ve kept just between them. And it’s something they haven’t taken much further than kissing. Derek had been set and ready to tell Stiles he needed to wait before things got physical in their relationship. But Stiles had been the one who put limits on things.

The pack doesn’t know. And Scott doesn’t know. But the Sheriff knows and that’s enough for them right now. It’s why Derek was so determined to get Stiles to his apartment. The sheriff really will be at work for the better part of the next few days and they both would want someone with Stiles while he’s concussed. The fact that Derek has his EMT license now only furthered the Sheriff’s approval of him dating his son. He’s been doing more to get his life together, to be a contributing member of society.

“How are you feeling,” Derek asks quietly and pushes Stiles’ hair off his face gently.

“Like I got my head smashed into the ground,” he murmurs as his eyes close again and he leans into Derek’s chest.

“Thanks for bringing me here,” he says into Derek’s chest and Derek brings his arms up to rub Stiles’ back comfortingly.

“Of course,” Derek says gently and starts to walk them back into the bedroom.

“Don’t know if I’ve said this but, I feel safe here. With you. Your space. You make me feel safe, Der,” Stiles says softly and Derek tries to keep from letting the excitement those words incited from leaking out.

“I-“ Derek clears the emotion from his throat, “I’m really happy to hear that Stiles. How are you doing for painkillers? Do you need me to get more advil? More pain drain?” Derek offers but Stiles shakes his head.

“No, just you. Come lay down with me?” he requests as he crawls into the bed with Derek holding the covers up for him to settle beneath them.

Those sleepy eyes, the soft fluffy hair and the circumstances have Derek capitulating without much resistance.

“Let me just grab you some water and I’ll be right back,” Derek explains as he tucks the covers around Stiles.

Stiles nods into his pillow and Derek dashes quickly back to the outer rooms. He checks the door again, fills up a large glass with water and snags the bottle of Advil – just in case. He makes quick work of putting both down on the nightstand next to Stiles. He crosses to the other side of the queen size bed and gently lifts the covers, stealing beneath and wrapping Stiles close in his arms.

After a few minutes of slow steady breathing Stiles snuffles into Derek’s chest.

“Thanks, Der,” he mumbles and Derek’s arms squeeze gently in a closer embrace.

“Anytime,” he says and is completely unsurprised that he means it. That he means something more, something they haven’t said to each other yet. But, Derek thinks, maybe they say it in other ways.

You’re My Home (Theo Raeken)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Requested by anon:  Hey could you do a Theo imagine where the reader is the youngest of the pack (like 16) and she’s Scott’s beta. She let Theo crash at her place when she found out she was sleeping in his car and they bonded during the time he’s been staying at her house and slowly but surely became an item, and the pack finds out and they aren’t too happy bc of the age gap and the whole he tried to destroy them thing😂. Thank you lovely💜💜

Rating: fluff

A/N: I’m weirdly proud of this.


Y/N is famously known for her maturity despite her young age. Her mind was of a young adult’s yet she was only sixteen. 

Y/N had caught the attention of Scott one day, when she openly argued with a teacher about an offensively sexist comment that he had made. The initial incident had sparked Scott’s interest and made him reach the conclusion of turning Y/N. 

Scott had asked Deaton to hire Y/N, since she was trying her best to help her mom, especially after her father passed. “I don’t know why you do the things you do Scott McCall, but I am eternally grateful.“ 

She smiled and hugged his waist, “Don’t mention it, and besides, I could use the help around here.” His chest shook with a gentle chuckle while he wrapped his arms around her frame. 

“Okay, so what’s my first assignment boss?” The alpha shook his head at the ridiculous nickname she’d already come up with. “I need you to relabel the containers in the cabinets.” She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot, 

“Come on boss, why do you have to go and give me a wussy assignment?" 

"Do you want to clean out the cages?" 

"Relabeling it is." 

"That’s what I thought." 


"See you tomorrow, Scott.” Y/N waved goodbye and adjusted her bag on her shoulder. The cool summer breeze flowing smoothly into her hair, doing her the favor of flipping it back. 

Stopping in her tracks, Y/N raised her head up and met the glimmer of the bright moon that illuminated the whole parking area. 

“Damn it!” A voiced roared, following a loud thud. Y/N frantically looked around, trying to find the source. She spotted the single car that was parked, and went around it, careful not to make any noise. 

“Theo?” She narrowed her eyes and bent her back slightly. He was in a distressed state. His back was against the tire of the car, his knees were pulled to his chest and his head was tucked in his arms. 

“What’re you doing here?” She pulled her bag off her shoulder and set it next to her, placing her other hand on his. 

“Please go, I don’t want you to see me like this.” His head didn’t move until her heard a slight thud, she had sat herself facing his side and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Raeken.” She shook her head once. “What’s going on Theo?” She said, more gently this time. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone?” She bit her lip, nodding and listening carefully. 

“I’ve been living in my car,” he sighed and ruffled his hair in frustration. 

“For a while now." 

"Theo,” she gasped with eyes wide in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He remained silent for a while, “You’re Scott’s beta Y/N, why would you wanna help me after what I’ve done to your pack?” His curiosity rose when she smiled and said “Everyone deserves a second chance, you’re not a monster-" 

"But I am!” The increase in his voice surprised her, but her body didn’t react to it. “Oh hush you,” she poked his forehead with her finger. “You’re not a monster Theo.” She said firmly. 

“You really believe that?” The hopeful tone in his voice caused a sympathetic smile to appear on her lips. “Of course I do, so come on,” she stood up and extended a hand to pull him up. He stared at it in confusion.

 "Come on,“ she urged and finally complied. 

He stood and patted off the dust from the back of his pants. 

"You’re staying with me-" 

"What?! No, Y/N you’ll get in so much trouble with Scott, and what about your mom?" 

"We don’t have to tell Scott right away, and my mom would kill me if she knew that I let my friend continue to live in his car. Now, are you coming or what?” She said, not really planning on taking no for an answer as she walked to the passenger side and started folding the makeshift sheets she assumed he’s been keeping himself warm with. 

Her heart shattered at the chaotic state that the car was in, how the hell was he getting by? The drive to her house was short and silent, there was a lot to be said, but Y/N wanted to give him time. 

“Young lady! You better have a convincing explanation as to why you’re late or el- oh, hello,” Y/N’s mother had been worried about her daughter’s whereabouts. “Mom, you remember Theo?" 

"Hi Mrs. Y/L/N.” Y/N took a few steps to her mother and dragged her to the kitchen. 

“Mom, Theo’s staying with us for a while okay?” She spoke in a hushed tone, but already aware that he’d heard her. “What?!” Her mother whisper-shouted with saucer-like eyes. 

“He’s been living in his car for god knows how long, are you really gonna allow that?” Her mother’s eyes softened and a sad look replaced the shocked one. 

“Of course not, Jesus, why’s he living in his car? That poor boy." 

"Don’t say that mom, he’s not a ‘poor boy’. He’s one of the strongest people I’ve ever met.” She defended with a small smile on her face. “You like him,” a mischievous smile was plastered on her mother’s face. 

“Alright mom, goodnight.” She said with blushing cheeks as she wrapped her fingers around Theo’s wrist and dragged him to her room. “Goodnight Mrs. Y/L/N.” Theo shouted slightly from the top of the stairs. 

“Goodnight, and call me Y/M/N.” He heard her say before Y/N shut the door to her room. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” she huffed and leaned against the door. 

“Is it alright if we talk about this tomorrow? I’m exhausted.” He said with a small yawn. “Oh! Of course, sorry, yeah.” She peered at him with curiosity when he settled himself on the chair next to her bed with the blanket she had handed him. 

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” He panicked slightly at the tone of her voice. 

“What? What’s wrong?” He said with a frown. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you sleep on a freaking chair, you’re sleeping next to me. Come on.” She patted the empty space beside her. 

“Are you sure Y/N? I don’t wanna bother you,” he trailed off with a hint of sadness in his voice. 

“You won’t bother me,” she sent him a reassuring smile, “Now come on we’ve got school tomorrow.” He nodded obediently and did as told. 

He tried to leave a respectable distance between their bodies, but Y/N had ended up between his arms, sometime in the middle of the night. 


A couple of months had passed and Theo had grown accustomed to being a part of the Y/L/N family as Y/M/N would put it. He had also started falling, deeply, for Y/N. 

“Hey, is it alright if we meet up before you head to work?” Theo’d caught up with Y/N before she entered her class, “Sure,” she smiled sweetly and walked into the room. 

When Y/N met up with him later on, he was nervously pacing back and forth next to his truck. He kicked a few pebbles that laid on the concrete, and lifted his head when he heard the all too familiar heartbeat of Y/N. 

“Hey, is everything alright?” She asked with concerned eyes. “Yeah, better than alright, I just need to tell you something.” He grabbed both of Y/N’s hands and took a couple of steps back until he was leaning against his car.

“What is it?” She giggled at his euphoric state. “I wanted to let you know, that I will forever be grateful for what you and your mother have done for me. You gave me a home, Y/N. You’re my home. And I hope that by saying this I won’t be denting our relationship because there’s nothing I’d hate more than losing you. I’m in love with you, Y/N.” he spoke out of breath, his chest heaving up and down as the overwhelming feeling of love swam through him. 

“Theo,” she whispered with a blurred vision. “And I know that the age gap between us is not something people will approve of, but I love you, like I’ve never loved before." 

"Oh, Theo,” she whined as tears slid down her cheeks. 

“I love you too.” She stared at him with loving eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands instinctively went for her back and pulled her as close as possible. 

“I love you,” he smiled and leaned in, his craving for her lips finally satisfied. He inhaled through his nose and tangled his fingers in her hair. 

“I love you.” She said and he sighed contently as his forehead met hers. 

“Y/N?!” Stiles’ panic-filled voice startled them out of each other’s embrace. “What the hell are you doing with her? Huh?!” Stiles made a beeline to Theo’s collar.

 "Stiles!“ Both of her hands landing on his bicep and pulled him back. 

"Don’t hurt him," 

"Like he hurt us?”

 "Stiles.“ She stated firmly with a deep frown on her face. 

"He’s not like that anymore,” she pulled him away and tried to get his attention. “I’m sure he isn’t,” Scott joined in with a disappointed-father look on his face. 

“Scott, I can explain-" 

"And why do you need to explain exactly? What have you two been doing?” She frowned some more, if that was even possible. 

“You better stay aw-" 

"Would someone fucking listen to me?! I love him, and he’s been living with me and mom. He’s been wonderful actually, taking away some of mom’s stress and taking care of me.” To say that the scene was emotional would be an understatement. 

“You’re too young for him! And what about what he’s done to us?" 

"I’ve changed Scott, I swear.” Were the first words that fell out of Theo’s shaking lips. “Listen to my heartbeat and tell me if I’m lying, I’m in love with Y/N, you know what first love is like Scott.” He stepped forward and wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, an unexpected snarl was earned from Stiles. 

“If you ever, and I mean ever, hurt so much as a hair on this young lady, I’ll rip out your skin with my teeth.” Stiles closed and opened his mouth twice with the clicking of his teeth, for visual aid. 

“Hey!” Y/N said with a slight giggle and a playful smack to his chest. 

“That’s my boyfriend you’re threatening.”

I won’t sleep if you won’t sleep

Summary: After the nogitsune, Stiles is unable to sleep. To help, he has a spell cast on him that will link him with Derek.

Notes: I intended this to be a bedsharing fic, but it’s more of sleeping and snuggling fic. Oh, well. (On AO3)


“You all understand the purpose of the spell, and what it entails,” Deaton says, looking around the room. “Right?”

Scott, looking guilty, gives a little nod, and everyone else follows suit. This has to be the strangest intervention Derek has ever been to.

He glances over at Erica, who’s leaning casually in the corner, and then to Isaac, who is crossing his arms nervously. Boyd is staring thoughtfully, Scott is looking sadly at Stiles, and Stiles…

Stiles looks tired.

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Momma Hale x Derek


“Momma my kits not clean!” Isaac yelled as you tried to sift through the huge pile of paper work that you needed to send to Mr Whittemore that afternoon.

“Momma I have to have a packed lunch for my trip not money!” Erica yelled as she ran past while Liam growled and snapped at the twins.

“Derek!” You sighed franticly but your Alpha was too busy with Boyd.

“Make him stop!” one of the twins hissed while the other shoved Liam who stumbled back into the tv.

“Oh great, idiot!” Erica yelled at him while Isaac started fighting with the twins.

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Not with a bang but with a sneeze

So, this is for everyone in @ladydrace‘s sterek bar. @acollectionofsterek said something about sneezing and “oops, there’s a cub in my arms”. What she meant was that there was a baby that sneezed and then turned into a baby wolf. What I interpreted was, well, this. This being the crackiest I’ve ever written.


There’s a loud sneeze from the kitchen and then there’s wailing. Stiles hurries up from his place on the couch, not so much because of the sneezing but the wailing – that’s definitely new. It doesn’t sound like Derek at all either, that’s the problem.

”Der-?” the rest of the name get stuck somewhere in Stiles’ throat. Derek’s holding a baby. A naked baby. A baby boy. Because the baby is naked, so Stiles can see that it’s a boy.

”What-? Why-? How-?” Stiles stammers.

”I sneezed,” Derek says, holding the wailing baby boy as far away from himself as possible, as if it is toxic. Which it might be.

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Momma’s Boy

Prompt: A witch turns Liam into a toddler causing the reader and Scott to take care of him. (Requested) 

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

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iidiiotiiciintelliigence  asked:

"Derek, it is 3 in the morning, what do you want?" "Peter got cursed." "What." He's stuck in wolf form." "For fucks sake Derek. I'll be right over." Why? Cause I can, and these kinds of AUs are hilarious to me.

This is a great one too! I’m a sucker for full shift anyone, lol. I did my best!

—–break—–

Stiles had given them all explicit instructions. He was going to have the gaming marathon to end all gaming marathons to celebrate the release of the new Bioware game and no one was to interrupt him for anything short of the apocalypse. He had been playing for just a few hours though when his phone starting ringing. He paused the game and glanced at the clock, spotting the bright “3:00” shining back at him.

“Someone better be dying,” Stiles grumbled, getting out of the perfect nest he’d created with pillows and blankets that would now never be the same in order to grab his phone off the charger.

“Derek, it’s three in the morning! What do you want?”

“Peter got cursed.”

“What?” He blinked at the wall, dumbfounded. Leave it to Derek to make him speechless.

“He’s stuck in wolf form,” Derek added tersely, sounding very much like he’d rather be anywhere else. Stiles heard a crash in the background, followed by a deep growl.

“For fucks sake, Derek,” Stiles sighed, resigned. He was already reaching for a change of clothes. Damn his life. “I’ll be right over.”

Derek hung up without a goodbye, because of course he did. Stiles grumbled about rude wolves under his breath as he got dressed before heading down to his jeep and wondering how they were going to fix this mess.

There was a loud barking sound coming from the loft as Stiles opened the elevator. He eyed the door warily when another bark preceded a loud crash followed by a deep rumbling growl that could only be made by a large wild animal.

“Okay, guys, fragile human coming through,” he called out as he slowly edged the door open. Peeking in gave him quite the sight.

Scott looked near tears, huddling under the table with frustration running through every tense line of his body. Isaac with was him, though he looked less concerned and more wary, like he was prepared for an attack but not about to attack first. Boyd was standing at the ready at the entrance towards the kitchen. Erica was peaking through the opening over the bar, looking seconds from laughing her ass off.

Derek was picking himself up from where the coffee table used to be, broken wood and glass all around him. He was in the beta shift, growling threateningly with Alpha eyes flaring bright red. Across from him, a freaking huge wolf was snarling viciously, supernatural blue eyes flashing in warning.

“What the fuck,” Stiles stated, blown away by the insanity of what he was seeing.

“Peter, quit being an idiot and calm down!” Derek ignored him, roaring at the wolf.

The wolf let out one of those rumbling barks Stiles had heard earlier and woah, did he have some pipes. He edged a little closer to where Boyd was feeling all protective, hoping some of that instinct would spread over to the pack human as well.

“What happened?” He asked the room.

“We were tracking a witch who was setting up for a ritual at the Nemeton, something about harnessing its power in order to take down her enemies or something, when Scott–”

“I said I was sorry!” Scott yelled from under the table, interrupting Erica’s explanation.

The wolf snarled, snapping it’s impressive jaws in Scott’s direction. It leapt towards the table only to be taken down mid air by Derek. They both crashed into the wall in a vicious tangle.

“Scott convinced Derek to let the witch live. She decided to curse Derek instead, and Peter took the hit. Then he killed her. With his teeth,” Boyd finished summarily.

“Lovely,” Stiles grumbled. Things could never be easy, could they?

“Now he won’t quit trying to kill Scott,” Isaac added.

“I’m really sorry! I didn’t know she was going to curse you!”

“Just. Shut up, Scott,” Derek bit out between trying to keep Peter was biting him and from getting loose to where he could attack Scott. He finally got the wolf pinned under him, practically laying on top of the large animal’s back as he held its head down so it couldn’t turn around and bite him.

“Did the curse just turn him into a wolf or did it make him feral too?” Stiles asked nervously, eyeing the the wolf.

“We don’t know. He hadn’t been responding to words, so maybe both?” Erica said.

“Well how’d you get him here?”

“Determination?” Erica guessed.

“Luck,” Boyd corrected.

Stiles laughed deliriously. “Well has anyone called Deaton?”

“He’s looking into it, but he said that if the caster is dead we most likely just needed to wait it out. Apparently most curses wear off in a few days without someone alive sustaining them,” Isaac said.

“So what’d you guys call me for?”

“We were hoping you could…calm him down?”

“Me?” Stiles snorted. “What am I supposed to do? Let him gnaw on my arm until he’s full?”

“Peter likes you the most; it makes sense that his wolf might feel the same,” Derek grumbled from the back of one displeased wolf. At least he’d stopped trying to get out of Derek’s hold and was instead settling for glaring at all of them.

“What? Since when?”

“Since always?” Erica said. “How did you not know? It’s pretty obvious, batman.” Boyd nodded in agreement, sending judgey eyes Stiles’ way.

“Just come over here,” Derek ordered.

Stiles gulped, sending nervous eyes to the unhappy wolf. “Nah, I’m okay over here, Sourwolf.”

“Stiles!”

“The things I do for you people,” Stiles muttered, edging closer. As he neared, he was instantly met with the wolf’s laser focus, bright blue eyes barely blinking in their study of him. “Hey there, Zombiewolf,” he chattered. “Please don’t bite me.”

“I won’t let him bite you, Stiles,” Derek rolled his eyes.

“I thought the whole point was that you didn’t think he’d want to bite me!”

“Well if we’re wrong, I won’t let him.”

“What do you mean ‘if we’re wrong’?! Dude, so not cool!!”

Stiles yelped–manly!–when the wolf wriggled out of Derek’s hold that had loosened with his distraction and then loped towards him. He scrambled backwards, hitting the wall and covering his head, heart jackrabbiting out of his chest.

“Peter, no!” Derek yelled.

Stiles jumped when a cold nose pressed to his arm, snuffling against his skin and moving up towards his face. The wolf whined, working Stiles arms away from himself so it could scent at his neck. Stiles mostly just stayed still and prayed.

“Am I dead?” He asked the room. He peaked his eyes open when he didn’t get an immediate answer. Everyone was staring at him, tense, waiting.

The wolf huffed under his gaze, blue eyes flashing, and Stiles could visualize Peter’s eye roll that would’ve came with the answer to that question. “Obviously not, sweetheart. I have more control than that.”

“Don’t give me that attitude, dude,” He grumbled at the wolf who was now sitting beside him calmly. One ear perked up, and the wolf leaned against Stiles’ side, almost toppling the boy over.

“Oh good, so he’s not going to kill you,” Erica called out.

“I’m not a guinea pig, dammit. What if he had decided to chew on the squishy human?”

“Then we’d cry. Probably.”

“I hate you all,” Stiles grumbled, tensing when the wolf made a low whuff before growling towards Erica, lip curling to show his fangs, and wow, those were big and also close to Stiles’ face. “Woah, dude, hey, let’s put the teeth away.” Peter sent him some serious side-eye, but at least he quit growling.

“So what’s the plan?” Isaac asked.

Derek sighed, brushing the glass off his clothes and looking exhausted. “Well Stiles is the only one he hasn’t tried to kill, so he’ll just have to stay with him until this wears off.”

“You’re joking, right?” Stiles asked. “I can’t keep a wolf at my house! My dad will freak!”

“Then stay at Peter’s and tell your dad you’re doing…pack things, I don’t know,” Derek waved him off.

“You can’t leave Stiles alone with Peter!” Scott yelled.

Peter was instantly to his feet, looking ready to go for round two, and it was instinctive for Stiles to reach out for him, grabbing the fur on his back before he could leapt for Scott’s jugular.

“Woah, hey, calm down, Creeperwolf. Back to the no growling please,” he murmured, running his free hand soothingly through his fur. “We’re going to work this out, so just calm down.” Peter’s hackles lowered, teeth put away.

“Stiles the Wolf Whisperer,” Erica said in a low voice.

“Get him out of here. Please,” Derek added, like it killed him to be polite.

“Ugh, fine. If he eats me in my sleep though, in haunting you,” Stiles threatened, standing and moving towards the door. “Come on, Zombiewolf. Let’s get you away from your triggers.”

The wolf stayed by his side, never turning his back to the other weres, glaring but not growling, thankfully. He’d calmed down significantly by the time they reached Stiles’ jeep, and he was even wagging his tail a bit once Stiles pulled into Peter’s apartment’s parking lot.

“I don’t think you’re quite as gone as you’d like everyone to believe,” Stiles said, eyes narrowing with suspicion as Peter walking into his apartment before Stiles after having waited patiently for the boy to open his door.

Peter looked over his shoulder, wolfy face the picture of innocence as his tongue lolled from his mouth.

“You are a menace,” Stiles accused. He still ran his hand through the fur on his head though, because wow was he soft.

He sent his dad a text telling him they had had a pack thing come up but everything was fine, he’d just be over at Peter’s for a couple days. He was sure his dad would freak out and call him as soon as he woke up and saw it, but it was better than him waking up and freaking out after seeing his son missing with no explanation.

Peter herded Stiles towards the bedroom, letting the boy get comfortable before hopping up and pressing against his side. He snuffled adorably against Stiles chest before leaning up to scent at his neck familiarly. Stiles curled his arms around the wolf, fingers sifting through the soft fur rhythmically.

“I guess we haven’t been quite as good at hiding our relationship as we thought,” Stiles said sleepily, yawning hugely. “Or at least you haven’t, if the whole pack knows I’m your favorite.”

The wolf picked up it’s head to meet his gaze, sending Stiles a look way too intelligent to come from an animal. “You were my favorite before we started a relationship. And besides, it’ll take nothing short of us making out in front of those idiots for them to realize that we’re together.”

“I wish you’d told me about this witch,” Stiles said, frowning even as his eyes blinked slowly, tiredly. 

“There wouldn’t have been a need, if Scott hadn’t stepped in with his foolishness and talked Derek out of doing the right thing.” Peter snapped his jaws angrily and if Stiles had given it much thought he would’ve been impressed at how well they understood each other now, that just Peter’s body language while stuck as a wolf told him exactly what the man meant.

“You know he means well.”

“Him meaning well is going to get someone killed one day.” The wolf’s ear twitched in annoyance and Stiles smiled softly, scratching behind it and snuggling just a bit closer.

“I know you won’t let that happen, Squishywolf,” he murmured. “I trust you.”

Peter preened, nuzzling the boy’s neck and scenting him obviously.

“Hurry up and beat this curse, okay? It’s steak night on Sunday and dad’s going to be upset if you’re too wolfy to help him sneak garlic bread passed me.”

Peter huffed, licking Stiles once and earning a glower as the boy wiped the spit off.

“Dog slobber.” Stiles wrinkled his nose in disgust. “No more of that. Let’s just go to sleep, wolf.”

Peter whuffed in agreement. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”

“Goodnight, Peter.”

le-croquembouche  asked:

Hey do you have any fics where Stiles sticks up for Derek (eg. to scott) ? thanks :]

I found some, @le-croquembouche!  - Anastasia

Originally posted by thebloodofanevilangel

Not My Alpha by Dancing_with_Devils

(1/1 I 3,566 I Teen I No Pairing)

Forced to bite Stiles to save his life, Scott fully expects Stiles to be his most loyal beta. But things don’t always go according to plan, especially with Stiles involved.

We Fight Together We Die Together by TheRighteousMan (FullmetalFlameElric)

(1/1 I 5,018 I Mature)

“What about Scott?”

“What about him?”

Deaton eyed the teen for a moment. “He’s going to need your help in all of this.”

Stiles pulled a face. “Like I needed his help when I was getting the shit beaten out of me by Gerard Argent?” he countered. “I’m not his baby sitter…”

“You need an alpha if you want to-”

“I have an alpha.”

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.

And You Say You’re Alone by taelynhawker

(1/1 I 30,314 I Explicit)

Between the kanima, the Argents, and Peter’s untimely return from the dead, everything has fallen apart. Stiles and Derek try to put their lives back together once the crisis has passed. Stiles deals with the aftermath of being tortured, and the distance growing between he and Scott. Derek attempts to become a stronger alpha and keep his pack safe, and that includes Stiles.

Residuum by velero

(1/1 I 30,689 I Not Rated)

Stiles’ life transforms when he chooses between his father and his supernatural friends. Then Derek returns to Beacon Hills and it transforms again.

Pale Horses by Dark_K

(15/15 I 56,071 I Explicit)

Being bitten had never been on his to-do list, but he could deal with that. Helping Derek Hale become a competent Alpha, though, that was so not in his job description.

THINK TO ME, LIKE LOVERS DO –  3.4k


“Come on, Derek, just let us in, okay? We can’t help you if you don’t let us in!”

Scott banged on the loft door again, the metallic clank echoing around the spacious room, but Derek did not get up to open it. Instead he stayed pressed against the wall of windows, as far away as he could possibly get.

“How would that possibly help, Scott?” he called back. “The closer you are, the worse it gets!”

Even from this distance he could still hear whispers, brushing up against his mind, thankfully indistinct enough to be ignored for the moment. Earlier, in the sorcerer’s lair, the voices had been loud and persistent and completely inescapable at close range. This was better. Obviously it wasn’t a perfect solution, but at least he was no longer hearing things he didn’t want to hear.

Normally, Derek liked to think of himself as a cautious person. Maybe not in all aspects of his life, but on the whole Derek prefered to think before he acted and thereby not act in stupid ways. So what the hell he had been thinking toying with unidentified magical artefacts found in the home of the malicious sorcerer they had spent a week tracking down and eliminating, he couldn’t say. Judging by the suddenly-audible thoughts of everyone around him in the moment the pendant had started glowing and whistling, he hadn’t been thinking at all.

So now here he was, behind the locked door of his loft, hiding from anyone and everyone whose mind he might involuntarily invade. Because that was his luck.

“We need to figure out what exactly is going on,” Scott argued in that annoyingly reasonable tone of his. “If Deaton can determine what curse it is—if it’s even a curse! It might not be! But if he can do that, then he can work on reversing it. But he can’t do that from all the way out here.”

Derek gritted his teeth against a snarl. He didn’t want to be within a mile of anyone else right now. He didn’t want to hear what other people thought of him; he had long had his suspicions on that matter, and the last thing he needed was confirmation of those depressing facts. But Scott had a point. If he didn’t want to live the rest of his miserable life as an unwilling telepath, Deaton was his best shot.

“Fine,” he bit out. “But for the love of all that is holy, Scott, try to keep your mind off Allison.

The mental images Derek had from the ten seconds between the onset of the curse and when everyone else had realized what was happening had scarred him for life.

With every step he took toward the door, the voice in Derek’s ear got that much louder, strangely light and insubstantial in a way that was hard to define but made it obvious even without seeing Scott’s closed mouth that the words weren’t being spoken out loud.

I don’t think about Allison that much, do I? Just because her hair smells good and she was wearing that shirt today with the — like the blue one better, it makes her look like — probably stay over at her place tonight if her dad doesn’t try to shoot me again — need to take milk home to mom, though, don’t forget —

Derek yanked open the door and immediately backed away, hoping that even a few feet would make the thoughts less demanding. He was thoroughly caught off guard to see Deaton standing quietly at Scott’s side; he couldn’t hear a single thought from the man. When Derek turned his attention on him, he just got a very strong impression of a brick wall.

Deaton smiled that cryptic little smile of his, like he was the one reading minds now.

“A mental block,” he said. “A technique for shielding the mind, perfected through years of practice and meditation.”

“Like Occlumency?” Derek asked.

“Not unlike it,” Deaton said easily. “Sadly, not something that can be picked up by novices in a few hours.”

Well, there went his last hope.

Derek let himself be tugged down onto his own couch by Deaton and sent up a prayer of thanks when Scott took the hint to not crowd him. That didn’t stop him from catching stray thoughts— really should get some curtains or something, this place is depressing — smells like sad in here, god, I hate chemosignals —but it was better than a constant deluge of them.

There was some poking and prodding, some following the light exercises, and some sort of obscure, extrasensory magical goings-on before Deaton sat back with another almost-reassuring smile.

“It’s not a permanent spell,” he said, “nor a complex one. However, it is one that requires the source to be destroyed.”

“The source?” Derek asked. “The sorcerer is already dead. Why am I still being subjected to this?”

“By source, I mean the artefact in which the curse was contained,” Deaton clarified. “Luckily, we have the artefact on hand. Now it’s only a matter of destroying it.”

“How long should that take?” Scott asked.

“Shouldn’t be long,” Deaton said, standing up and dusting off his lab coat. “A week or two at the most.”

“A week or two?” Derek repeated, horrified.

Don’t know why he’s so upset by that, we go weeks without seeing him anyway — kind of a hermit, honestly — oh god, he can hear me, can’t he, fuck —

“It’ll be fine,” Scott said bracingly, and Derek had a strong urge to punch him in the face. Luckily, Scott seemed to sense it and started hastily backing up toward the door, thumbing over his shoulder. “Deaton will get you fixed up in no time! In the meantime, I’ll just get out of your hair.”

“Please do,” Derek muttered.

The silence, when Scott and Deaton were gone and the door shut firmly behind them, seemed emptier than it usually did, but Derek was grateful for it nonetheless.

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fic rec friday

This week’s fic rec friday is dedicated the the 2017 sterek reversebang because omg sooo many amazing fics!  

Wolf Pack: Beacon Original by  Beerwolves, fearfrost1211 | 33.1K

When his father landed the Deputy Chief of police position in Beacon Hills, Stiles moved to his new town gladly, embracing the chance of a fresh start. What he didn’t expect was to find himself hopelessly drawn to the gruff Vice President of the local motorcycle gang, the Wolf Pack.
Derek Hale, resident bad boy of Beacon Hills, spent his time helping his sister lead the Wolf Pack and working on motorcycles at his family’s automotive garage. Then, one hot summer afternoon a bright-eyed boy walked into his life and turned his world upside down.

The Start of Our Forever by  Cobrilee | 20.5K

Stiles is ready to get out of Beacon Hills and start his new life, free of the supernatural. A random discovery in an antique store in Denver proves you can never leave it all behind… and encourages him to find it again. What ensues is four and a half years of pining, self-discovery, personal growth, a whole hell of a lot of love, and a realization that nightmares can still become fairy tales (happily-ever-afters included).

The Light in the Woods by  DiscontentedWinter | 12.2K

To honour a treaty with the people of a strange land, Derek Hale, prince of the kingdom of Triskelion, has to marry Stiles.

Full Circle by  kaistrex (weishen), klimt | 19.5K

All Stiles had wanted to do was warn a newly-returned-to-town Derek Hale that some unsavoury-looking men had put a target on his back. Instead, he gets kidnapped, turned into some sort of human-fox hybrid by a spell gone wrong and, oh yeah, werewolves are a thing.

This is all Scott’s fault.

In The Afterimage by  clotpolesonly | 26K

Jackson sat heavily on the riser beside Scott, knocking their shoulders together. “This is weird and I hate it.”

“What’s weird and why?”

“This whole situation,” Jackson said. “With the Ghostriders and the missing dude you’re so obsessed with.”

Something New Is Going to Happen by  dragon_temeraire | 4.7K

Stiles accidentally discovers that their school mascot is super cute.

The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth by  hazelNuts | 5.1K

Derek loves being an actor. He gets to meet and work with a lot of amazing people. So when he lands a job that has him working with Stiles Stilinski, his celebrity crush, he’s a little scared, but mostly excited. Especially when he and Stiles really hit it off, at first…

Everything Under the Moon by  standinginanicedress | 19.8K

“Just go in and buy him something and attach a note that says, like, I don’t know,” she flips a curl over her shoulder, “let’s bone.”

Somewhere to Start by  Lissadiane | 33.5K

An arranged marriage with an angry, sometimes furry dude with trust issues. It’s all very Beauty and the Beast, without the singing candlesticks.

Striking Matches by  castielblues, eeyore9990 | 14.9K

Stiles has only ever wanted to protect his family and his pack. That’s not easy to do when you’re human and sarcasm is your only defense. Now Deaton is telling Stiles he’s a spark, and if that’s a weapon in his arsenal, he’s sure as hell going to learn to use it.

All Stiles needs now, to complete his transformation into a true badass, is a training montage and a decent soundtrack…

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Scott x Reader

NSFW

Requested by @alphawinchester67

Prompt list


You’ve never be the one keeping an eye on Scott when he was in heat, it’s always been Stiles and when he wasn’t present, so now the only solution the pack had was that you were the one who was going to take care of him, which didn’t make any sense since you were a werewolf as well and could easily get affected.


He was with no doubt stronger than you since he was an alpha and he manage to push you down the bed, pinning your against the mattress and did anything to cover you with his scent.

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Derek x Reader


“Hello Love.” Klaus hummed as he spotted you at the end of the bar, Camille would stop serving people to give you notes or when it wasn’t busy she’d sit and help you study.

 

“What do you want Klaus?” You sighed.

 

“To offer you the pleasure of my company.” Klaus smiled and you rolled your eyes.

“Believe me your company is anything but pleasurable.” You sighed and grabbed your books. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”

 

“Alright, see you later (Y/N).” Camille waved at you before turning to scowl at Klaus who had an innocent look on his face.

 

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Baby Liam| Scott McCall x Reader x Liam Dunbar

Masterlist

Part 4| Series

You felt something falling onto your eye making you jolt awake before realizing it was Scott’s drool. You squinted your eyes, slapping him slightly in his cheek, laughing knowing he can’t do anything about it right now. You were debating if you should get up to get a marker to draw on his face, instantly remembering Liam. The memories of him and you prancing Scott together making you remember of reality.

You jolt forward, making Scott’s resting figure fall against the couch, the impact making him wake up from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes before looking around, only to find you with Liam, a smile on your face as you carried him around pretending that his body was an airplane, the sound effects coming from you and inevitable giggles from Liam. He smiled lazily, but proudly, at his “family”.

His laugh caught your attention, you looked over to him smiling brightly. “He keeps calling me mama.” You boasted. He rolled his eyes, “Well seeing as he was a mama’s boy before this with you, I wouldn’t be surprised to him being so attached to you.” He noted, “A little too attached…” He mumbled, making it your turn to roll your eyes at him. “As much as I love baby Liam, we have to get him back to normal.” You sighed pinching his adorable cheeks.


-


Scott, Stiles, and you were hunched over reading articles, books, links, on mythology of werewolves, supernatural, and turning them into babies. You groan, making Liam look at you, his head tilting in a confused manner, like a puppy. The action being to adorable for you to be quiet, making you let out “awe’s” and rushing to him to hug him. He tried imitating the sound, only for him to fall short and release yelling sounds. “Maybe you and Scott should go and speak to Deaton. If there’s any way, he’ll know how to be able to help.” Stiles suggested making you look at him scared at what he’s suggesting.

“And whom do you think will take care of Liam?” You sarcastically asked. He smiled evil like, a cheshire smile forming on his lips. “I think it’s time my nephew and I spend some good ol’ quality time together.”


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“That’s definitely not something you come across regularly.” Deaton frowned, “I mean we have seen it, but never to an extend of a baby.” He thought out loud. “Well…have you heard anything like this before?” Scott questioned hoping he’ll know how to turn his beta back. Deaton frowned stayed for a couple of seconds, his mind going over his memories because he knew there was something. It was almost as if it was in front of him. He looked up, noticing movement, Y/N standing there, deep in her thoughts, her hands tapping against the table underneath her. He eyes following her fingers to where a bottle payed next to her. Birth control for werewolves. It was in front of him!

Deaton let out a yelp, smiling at scaring the wolves inside his room. “Y/N do you remember the birth control I made especially for werewolves?” Deaton asked grabbing the bottles. You nodded, “uh..yeah…we don’t really need a refill. I mean, we’re kind of busy with the whole Liam turning into a bay that we haven’t gotten the chance t-” You rambled on, not seeming to be able to stop the horrid words from coming out of your mouth. Deaton cut you off, “No, that’s not what I brought it up. But thanks.” He joked smirking at a red Scott. “Do you remember the side effect?” He brought up again to Y/N.


You shook your head, to which Deaton nodded. “Well in some cases, it has affected the man and turned them into babies. Mythology going back to tying with karma of not letting nature take its course, but it’s rare, mostly thought to be myth.” He informed them, “Have you recently lost any pills?” He asked you. You nodded your head explaining you were missing two a while back, the exact day Liam turned.

All of you smiled before researching the myths and the cure. Deaton found out that they needed certain herbs, to which he promise he’ll get, but needed time.


Scott and you made your way back home to find Stiles crawled in a fetal position, rocking back and fourth. Once hearing your arrival, he sprinted to you, hugging and kissing your head. You were surprised by his actions, growing worried. Scott growled behind you, usually not getting jealous over his best friends, Stiles, but due to the lack of intimacy, he was very protective and possessive over you. Stiles rolled his eyes, his sarcastic ways over powering his dramatic act. “What’s wrong?” Scott huffed out. “The kid…he’s no baby, he’s evil.” He whispered scared of being heard from Liam. You looked around hearing giggling, eventually your eyes landing on Liam, a pair of underwear on his head, his hands clapping while he giggled. Your heart melted, while Stiles whispered, “Pure evil.”

i'm here || isaac lahey

word count: 2392

warnings: loss of power

request:  Can I request an Isaac imagine… Isaac is in love with the reader who’s a witch and during the Nemeton she was also taken with Chris and she lost her powers and he comforts her. She moves in with Scott to help cope and she has nightmares about it about her not being able to do anything and he helps her get through eventually kissing her toes lo with her panic attack about it. Sorry if it doesn’t make any sense

author’s note: this has been posted before but was deleted, so now i am reposting it! enjoy! all the witch stuff is inspired by bonnie bennett from the vampire diaries!

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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

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Stiles x Reader

Requested by Anon


Stiles could tell from across the field that you’d had a bad day, having seen throughout the week how the little things pilled on, refusing to ask for help you seemed to deflate in front of his very eyes.

“Stilinski!” Coach yelled when a ball sailed through the air and Stiles missed it, only to be smacked in the face with it.

“Sorry Coach.” Stiles muttered, glancing back to see you’d hurried off into the school.

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The College Years - Sophomore Year (Chapter 38) - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “The Maqlû”

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Isaac Lahey, Malia Tate, Lydia Martin, Jordan Parrish, Ethan, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt, Hayden Romero, Corey Bryant, Zachary Pillit, Allison Argent, Theo Raeken, Peter Hale, Melissa McCall, Scott McCall, Chris Argent, Noah Stilinski & Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: @maddie110201 doesn’t hate this chapter so neither do I, but feel free to blame her if it doesn’t make sense to you. It’s all her fault. She proofread it. *right under the bus*

Additional Note: A quick refresher on who Sylvie is, if you need it.

Gif credit: @downeyjrs for the second gif :)

Summary: The Pack gathers at the Stilinski’s house to go over the next plan on how to get rid of the rabisu.

Chapter Thirty-Seven - Chapter Thirty-Eight - Chapter Thirty-Nine

Originally posted by darkcrownbitches

Stiles closed the door behind Derek and Cora as they were the last ones to come in. He waited for everyone to settle down. 

The whole Pack was there: Scott, Y/n, Isaac, Malia, Lydia, Jordan, Derek, Cora, Ethan, Liam, Mason, Hayden, Corey, Zachary, and Allison. Theo even came to help; and Peter Hale, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent, and the Sheriff were also all present. The only person with their eyes on Stiles, standing where the semi-circle of Pack members broke, was you. 

Stiles put out his hand to you, and helped you off of the floor. It was now only three days until the full moon, and the first day of August, and the rest of the Pack didn’t know it yet, but they were running out of time to take care of the demons plaguing Beacon Hills.

Scott raised his voice above the smaller conversations happening around the room. “Guys…. Since everyone is here, why don’t we start?” Everyone focused their attention on you and Stiles, standing and staring out at the sea of faces.

“So why didn’t that work?” Derek asked, staring at the young witch next to Stiles.

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Promise #2

Liam:

Originally posted by ferreira-bruno

“Promise me you’ll always stay in control.” You said to your best friend who was also your crush. You were the second person to know he was bitten, after Stiles. Why wouldn’t you know? Scott was your older brother. He had anger issues and was struggling with control. You weren’t a supernatural of any kind, but almost all your friends were some type of supernatural so you got your experience from them. You met him at the boys first Lacrosse practice after Liam transferred. Liam was dominating Scott and Stiles. You laughed at the human-made failures made by them. By the end of the practice, you went up to him and thanked him for making a fool out your brother and his best friend. He introduces himself to you right before Scott and Stiles walk up to him suspiciously, questioning on his good abilities. You defended him which was a shock to your brother, and Liam gave you a hug for getting him away from those two ‘freaks’. That was how the two of you became best friends. 

“Y/n, no need to worry. I can control it over the supermoon.” He tells you before getting a text from his girlfriend Hayden. His smile became a frown. He waved at you sadly before leaving in a hurry. You didn’t really like Hayden, not only because she was dating your crush but that she’s clingy. Liam would always listen to her and ditch you for her. You were a little bit afraid that one day, Hayden’s going to tell Liam to stop being friends with me, and he’ll listen to her. But still, you hoped nothing bad is going to happen even though everything was falling down. You hoped everything would come out right. Man, were you wrong.

You knew your brother was at the library that night of the supermoon. Lydia texted him saying she to meet up at the library. He was a true alpha, he could defend himself. You weren’t worried. Until you got a call from your mom. You were at the store when you find out. You ran out of the store and got on your motorcycle, heading home. When you got there, you harshly open the door and enter Scott’s room.

“Scott Mccall! You better tell me who did this to you so I can beat their ass for hurting you.” Scott looks at your mom.

“Sorry, sweetie. I had to. She’s your sister.” Scott sighs heavily while Melissa gets up to leave the two of you.

“Are you okay, by the way?” You ask, changing your mood from angry to gentle. 

“I’m okay Y/N. The pack… they’re all gone. Liam tried to kill me. Theo almost killed me. I lost them, all of them.”

“Scott…” You sat down on the side of his bed and grabbed his hand. Then you realized what he just said.

“LIAM F*CKING DUNBAR DID THIS TO YOU? I don’t care who he is to me, I’m gonna beat his ass up for killing my brother for a girl. That son of a b*tch.” 

“LANGUAGE!” Your mom yells from downstairs. You angrily got up and headed for the exit.

“Y/n, it was Theo too. He manipulated Liam into killing me so Liam could get alpha status and then Theo would kill Liam so Theo can finally be an alpha. Liam didn’t kill me enough so Theo did the final touch.”

“F*ck that b*tch too. I’m pissed at my best friend. I’m going.” You said.

“Where are you going?”

“To f*ck up Liam Dunbar, and tell him that I hate him.” You told your brother. But you knew for a fact that you could never hate Liam, and so did your brother. Even though Scott called your name a couple of times, begging you to not go, you left anyway. You went straight to Liam’s house. His stepdad opened the door.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you’re here, Liam came home crying and he’s been in his room ever since.” He tells you. You gave him a fake smile before heading to Liam’s room. You knock on his door.

“Go away.” You can hear him say. Instead of following his orders, you barge in. His head snaps up.

“What the hell, Y/n?! I said go away.” He says, quickly wiping his tears away.

“Liam Dunbar, you son of b*tch. I can’t believe you would kill my brother for Hayden!”

“Y/n, i could explain! Hayden was dying! The doctors injected Mercury into her! The only way for her to survive is if Scott bit her!”

“So just because Scott declined your stupid ass request means that you could kill him??” 

“Wanting to save the person you love the most is not a stupid ass request! I was mad and it was the super moon! I didn’t want to lose Hayden! She is my first love! What would you do if the guy you liked was dying?”

“The guy I like doesn’t even like me back! Don’t change the subject Dunbar, you stupid little piece of shit, you broke your f*cking promise!”

“What promise?” You were done with him at that point.

“Do I even mean anything to you? I’m your so-called best friend and you basically forget everything I say to you because you’re so in love with Hayden. You ditch me for her all the time now. I swear that I’m nothing to you. What a great best friend you are!”

“Y/n, i didn’t-”

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I LIKE YOU SO MUCH. I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU, YET YOU MEAN THE WORLD TO ME. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WILL KILL MY BROTHER BECAUSE OF HER. YOU’RE F*CKING MONSTER. F*CK YOU.” You started to cry.

“wait what?”

“Liam Dunbar. From this moment on, you are not my best friend anymore. I hate you, and I never want to see you again. Goodbye.” You ran out of the house, tears falling down your face. You headed home and slammed the door to your room. You cry onto your pillow. You hear a soft knock on the door. It opens to reveal Scott.

“Hey Y/N, you okay?” You get up and wipe your tears away before shaking your head. He comes and hugs you.

“Shh, everything will be okay.” You cried in his arms until you fell asleep. Scott was curious on what had happened but didn’t ask you as he didn’t want to make you more sad than you already were.


You didn’t go to school for a few weeks. You didn’t want to see him, or anyone in fact. Scott kept you updated on what was happening outside. He told you Theo resurrected Hayden and 3 other chimeras, the day before you were about to go back to school. You kept a emotionless expression when you heard the news but inside you were dying. On your first day back to school, you ignored everyone and went to class. Liam tried to talk to you but when he walked towards you, you would walk the other way. 

That day, the pack was discussing how to figure out the beast’s identity using the charity lacrosse game. After they made their decision to cancel the game, you guys walk out of the library. Liam tries to talk to you, but Scott quickly interrupts him. 

On the night of the lacrosse game, the pack discuses their job. You were to keep everyone safe if the beast attacked. When you guys split up, Stiles secretly told you that Liam broke up with Hayden. You gave him a shrug before heading to the bleachers. 

You watch the boys terribly lose to Devenford Prep again. Kira wasn’t her usual self, and Malia hasn’t finished the wiring. Something was gonna happen, something bad. You felt weird just sitting at the bleachers, not only because you felt like you were useless to the pack but also because Liam kept staring at you whenever he got the chance. You awkwardly smile at him. Suddenly he starts to play hard and scores a few times, catching up to the opposite team. Leading into overtime because of a tie, a sudden squeal from the speakers enters everyone’s ears, which was eventually replaced by a growl. You watch as Liam, with glowing eyes walk towards the growl. You quickly run towards him, hoping you’ll be able to stop him, but it was too late. 

“Liam. Liam, wait!” Stiles yells 

“LIAM!!!!” You scream, as you watch the beast jumping over the bus and attacking Liam. Everyone else started to scream too. You yell for eveyone to get into the school and find a safe hiding place. You run up to Liam.

“Stiles! Help me! Bring him into the school.” The two of support Liam as you guys run into the school and into an empty classroom. The halls were filled with screams from fleeing people. 

“I swear to god, Stiles if you faint, I will kill you myself.” You said once the two of you put Liam on a table and saw the deep scratches.

“I’m okay, I’m fine.” Liam mumbles out.

“No you are not, Liam! You could’ve died out there! What were you thinking?”

“Is it bad?” Liam asks. You shake my head while Stiles nods.

“Stiles!” You glare at him.

“Whatever, How do we fix him?” Stiles asks. 

“Pain! Maybe we could trigger the pain since pain makes them human.”

“I mean he’s already in pain?” Liam groans in pain.

“Okay I don’t know! Why can’t you think of anything?”

“Because there is blood all over him, there’s screaming in the hallways and a bunch of people are probably dead by now.” 

(a/n: this took me forever to think of a solution to heal liam. It sucks though)

“ugh such a negative nancy. I think we should bring him to my mom or Deaton. If only one of us was a werewolf.” Stiles nods. You hear roaring outside and you decide to go out the window. It was a struggle to get Liam out and to the animal clinic.

“Deaton? Are you here? We have an injured Liam!” Deaton appears and quickly we put Liam onto the table. Deaton does a bunch of observing and asks Stiles some questions. Your phone vibrated. You checked it out. Malia texted you.

Mals: It’s chaos here, I called Braeden to help, you better be safe:)

You: yikes okay, I’m out safe, Liam got injured bcs he think hes so strong that he can hurt a beast lol

Mals: lmao good, if he gets better, come back.

You: gotcha :)

You look up from your phone. Deaton is looking for something. Deaton finds it and puts it in a needle, stabbing it into Liam. Liam shoots up from the table, transformed, and roars very loud. You run up to him, ignoring the ringing in your ears and grab his hand.

“Liam?” You say, but you get no answer. You start to repeatedly say his name. 

“Liam wake up! No don’t go, I miss you, and I need you. Please don’t go. Wake up! You promised me that we’ll go to London together someday! You can’t break promises! Liam, please wake up, I need you with me. What am I supposed to do without you? Liam… please… I’m sorry, I don’t hate you anymore. I just want you to wake up Liam Dunbar. Please wake up for me!” You hold his hand so tightly that your hands turn white. A tear slips down your face. 

“I get it! Are you just doing this so I can realize how hard it is to lose the one you love the most? Just get up and lemme say I’m sorry! Please Liam, just wake up. I love you.” More tears slip down your face. You feel Liam’s hand grip onto yours.

“I love you too… not as a friend.” He whispers. You carefully lift him up 

“Do you think you can walk?” Stiles asks. Liam gets up and takes a few steps forward. He nods. “Great now lets go help everyone else! I swear to god Liam if you get injured again, I’m not helping you.” You roll your eyes, You say goodbye to Deaton and the three of you head back to the school. By the time you guys get there, there is the sound of gunshots which meant that Braeden made it. You guys quicken your speed and head to the library. 

“You didn’t seriously think you were gonna have a chance against that thing, did you?” Braeden was asking Scott when you got there. 

“No, but I got its scent.” He says, struggling to get up. You run up to him.

“Scotty, are you okay? And don’t worry, I’m okay.” He looks you in the eyes and nods. He gets up with the help of you. Then he heads out. You and Liam exchange glances before following him. The two of you follow Scott to the parking lot. Liam kept telling him to slow down. Somehow you weren’t as worried about him than Liam. Scott makes it to a car, Mason’s to be specific and opens the trunk. Inside reveled two shoes, and one of them was bloody. You gasp as Scott closes the trunk. Mason saw us.

“It’s you…” Scott says.

“What? Liam, What does he mean?” He backs up a bit and Corey suddenly appears, He takes Mason and they both turn invisible. Scott yelled out no but it was too late. They were gone.

“I think we should get a good night rest, Scott. You need to heal, Liam needs to heal. Let’s go home.” Scott sadly nodded and the three of you went back to school to meet up with the rest of the gang.


That night, the pack stayed over at your house. While Kira and Scott were in the bedroom doing who knows what, Stiles, Malia and Braeden were discussing about the desert wolf. During all of that, you and Liam sat in your bedroom in silence. Until Liam spoke up.

“Um well about what we said earlier…”

“What about it?” You ask.

“Did you really mean it?” You blush. 

“I mean, kinda? I don’t know.” Liam walks over to your position on the bed and kneels down so your eyes are at the same level.

“Because I meant it.” He stares deeply into your eyes. You avoid his eyes but his hands make it up to your face and he turns it so you are facing him again. 

“I love you Y/n, I didn’t know that until I lost you. You’re not just my best friend y/n, you’re the love of my life. And I was stupid to break your heart. At school, you ignoring me pains me, Because I can’t stand a day without talking to you. I love you Y/n, I love you so so much and I hope you still would take me back and love me again, but this time more than just friends.” 

“I can’t love you after what you’ve done to my family.” You said as confident as you could. He smirks

“You’re lying. Did you forget I can listen to your heartbeat?” You frown.

“I hate you.”

“You love me.” 

“Hate you”

“Love me” You shake you head.

“Only if you deserve it.”

“Did you see me risk my life out there?”

“I know! How could you do such thing? I was so worried about you!”

“Are you saying you love me?” You shake your head. Suddenly, warm lips comes into contact with yours. Consciously, you kiss back. When you let go, he smirks while you blush madly.

“How about now? Do you love me yet?” You smile widely.

“You’re so desperate, What a loser.” He laughs

“Well I can be your loser.” He says before you kiss him again. And some things lead to the next. That night, you lost your virginity to your best friend and first love, Liam Dunbar.

From then on, you and Liam were the power couple. That was all you wanted. To be with your best friend. You were safe, he was safe, everyone was safe. You were his anchor and he will always be yours. Liam Dunbar will always be the love of your life.


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