m: teen wolf


stydia meme: [ 2/2 colours ] orange & blue

Okay, maybe orange and blue is not the best. Right, you know, sometimes there’s other things you wouldn’t think would be a good combination end up turning out to be, like, a perfect combination.

interspecieslesbianism  asked:

Hey Derek, what do you think your parents would think of Stiles?

Derek: I remember how Stiles wasn’t even shy- he’d always talk my parents’ heads off about whatever he and his dad were shopping for that day. They liked him then, and, I think now… I think they definitely would’ve liked him. He brings out the best in me, and that’s special.

(( @nogitsunelichen,, take responsibility))


the only thing you could find to wear after your clothes were wrecked by monster goo was a hospital gown. it went to above your knees but it didnt leave a ton to the imagination. you awkwardly stepped out of the change room, both boys turned to stare at you.

they just stared. and stared…. and stared.

“ok guys now im getting uncomfortable.” you laughed awkwardly. 

“so pretty.” Liam breathed.

gif credit (x) original gifset (x)

Masterlist (2)


  • Teen Wolf

How you Kiss

Best friends (girls w girls )

How you cuddle

How you play together

Friday Night

Passionate kiss

Stiles as a werewolf

When he see you for the first time

When he is  jealous part 1

Your Wedding Kiss

Your Baby

Where you go on vacation

Stiles and Aiden fight over you

How they react when you are almost dead at the hospital

Your Baby Part 2

Your room together

Holding Hands

When he hears you talking with your best friend about how much you like him

How  you kiss part 2

How you Hug

When they are jealous part 2 

  • Shadowhunters

How they flirt  you

The first time he see you

  • The vampire diaries

How they react when they see you being a badass fighter

  • The Walking dead 

How you hug 


Isaac  seeing you for the first time at the lacrosse field and trying to impress you

The first day of school you see that your teacher (Mr. Douglas)  is the boy you make out with

Your first time with Stiles Stilisnki


Me after the STYDIA kiss

Stiles as a werewolf

The Opposite - Stiles x Reader

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Prompt: You arrived to Beacon Hills 6 months ago with Jackson, you’re now co-Alpha to the McCall pack. When you met Stiles you liked his sarcasm but after 6 months you began to grow feeling toward him. Situations arrive and you finally get the opportunity to tell him how you feel.

Warning: Smut, slight dom!Stiles, blood, violence and BAMF!

Notes: Stiles is darker than normal after the nogistune so if you thinks he’s OC don’t read.



You stormed up to the door of the loft, heels clicking as you walked. The boys were following closely behind you, the group consisting of Stiles, Scott, Liam, Isaac, Mason, Jackson and Cory. You slid the door open angrily, your glare set firmly in place as you stormed down the steps.

“Hale! Get your ass down here before I drag it down!” You screamed, standing in the middle of the loft. Your arms crossed as the boys shifted nervously behind you.

“Which Hale are you referring to?” You heard a gruff voice ask, you turned to look at Derek as he came down the spiral stair case.

“Your uncle.” You stated calmly as Derek moved closer.

“Can I ask why you’re looking for my uncle?” He responded, his ice green eyes boring into yours.

“Mason honey can you come here please?” You asked softly as you held your hand out waiting for his hand to be placed in yours. He soon placed his soft hand in yours you could tell he was nervous as you pulled up his sleeve displaying a hand print in the form of a bruise.

“He came to find Malia at the school but Mason told him she didn’t want to see him and he did this.”

“In all fairness I don’t need a human telling me what to do.” You heard a sickly sweet voice answer from the stairs. You let go of Mason’s hand and stormed at Peter but were grabbed by strong arms. You grabbed the arm and slung the person who you knew to be Derek over your shoulder. As soon as he was on the ground you placed heel firmly on his chest.

“Get in my way again Derek and I’ll make sure you don’t walk for a week.” You growled before taking your heel off his chest. Scott helped Derek up and moved out the way of you as you made your way to Peter.

You grabbed Peter’s shirt and threw him across the room making the boys move back out of the way. Peter’s back him the stone wall making him cough and whine on impact. You walked over to his winded body and dug your heel into his ribs making him wince. He tried to move your heel but you knew you were stronger than him so you held your ground.

“Touch any of my pack members again I will put my heel through not only your throat but you fucking balls too!” You roared showing your searing red eyes, hearing him whimper in response.

“Malia will talk to you when she’s bloody ready! You hear me?” You added digging your heel more into his ribs.

“Yes Y/N. Sorry.” Peter whispered softly nodding for emphasis. You took your heel of his torso turning around to the pack who stood there wide eyed including Derek. You held one figure up indicating one minute and you turned round again landing a forceful kick to Peters abdomen making him cough violently.

“And stop hitting on Melisa and Lydia. Melisa is with Chris and Lydia is with Jackson!” He nodded before you turned round again seeing Stiles and Scott gawping.

“That was so hot.” You heard Derek mutter making everyone turn to gape at him.

“Thanks handsome but you’re not my type.” You snorted softly making everyone turn to you.

“What’s your type?” Isaac laughed making everyone look at Isaac then you. You smirked at the boys who waited for your response. You had only been in town for 6 months your co-Alpha with Scott to the McCall pack. You liked Stiles but you knew he liked Lydia so you left it alone.

“The emotionally unavailable ones.”

“Nearly everyone in the pack has a girlfriend or boyfriend!?” Jackson gaped at me like I’d just said I was a homewrecker.

“I said emotionally unavailable not physically unavailable.” You snickered your smirk still firmly in place.

“So which one is it Isaac or Stiles?” You heard Peter mutter from behind you.

“I’m sorry did you just say you wanted your ass kicking again?” You growled turning your head to look at Peter who was starting to get up.

“Well it’s obviously Isaac. I mean I could understand rejecting Derek for Isaac.” Jackson snorted making your eyes shoot to Jackson.

“True I mean he’s cute, tall and strong.” Mason added.

You walked over to Jackson crossing your arms a glare firmly in place. He looked at you confused, unsure of your intentions. You looked at all the pack members before looking back at Jackson before smirking and making your way to Stiles who looked at you with wide eyes. You grinned before grabbing the bottom of his shirt lifting it up revealing a buff six pack with hair lining the way to his pants.

“Perfect height, cute, sarcastic and has a seriously illegal body. So what were you saying Jackson?” You smirked at Jackson before letting Stiles’ shirt fall back down, his blushing face stared at everyone in the pack as he tried to splutter out words.

“YOU LIKE STILES!?” Liam blurted out his face currently looking like a fish.

“Close your mouth Dunbar you look like a fish.” You sighed before turning back to Stiles looking him in the eyes before responding.

“Yes I do like Stiles but like I said emotionally unavailable. No offence Jackson but Lydia’s an idiot for not being all over that.” You heard Scott mutter ‘ew’ but everyone else seemed shocked by my confession.

“W-Who the hell said I’m emotionally unavailable?” Stiles stuttered softly.

“Oh so your available?” You responded smirking at him mischievously.

“Yeah but I mea-”

“Right pack meetings done if anyone needs Stiles he will be in my room for the next 24 hours. Don’t call unless anyone’s dead or dying.” You grinned grabbing Stiles’ hand before making your way out the loft hearing a few whispers of jealousy and confusion.

“W-Wait! Y/N shouldn’t we talk about this?” Stiles muttered as you reached his jeep.

“If you’d rather talk than have me sucking your dick then go ahead.” You heard Stiles groan as he opened the passenger door to his jeep for you.

“Fine. I like you Stiles, a lot. I mean I have si-”

“I like you too.” Stiles interrupted softly making your head snap to him so fast you felt dizzy. As soon as your head had turned through you felt warm soft lips on yours. Your head was spinning as his left hand made its way through you hair as his lips stayed still waiting for you to respond. You soon did moving your lips perfectly in sync with his. You pulled away when you needed to breath making sure to keep as close to him as possible.

“Take me home.” You whimpered your arousal slowly soaking through your blood red lace undies. The kiss wasn’t even that passionate but the way his lips fit with yours and the way his rough hands ran through your hair made your knees weak. He let go of you and started the car, his hand gripping the steering wheel enough to make his knuckles turn white. He was driving faster than you’d ever seen him drive which made you smile to yourself.

As you pulled up to your house you unbuckled and hopped out, Stiles following suit. You walked fast enough to get your there but not too fast that you looked desperate, even though you were. From the first moment you arrived from London with Jackson you had liked Stiles. You thought he was cute and loved his sarcastic comments. Eventually you started liking him more.

You go into your house Stiles slamming the door as he entered. He stride over to you grabbing your waist and lifting you up, your legs automatically wrapping round his waist. Your hands ran through his hair as his lips smashed against yours, his hands were gripping your waist so tight if you were human you’d likely bruise. Your fingernails dug into his scalp as his hands moved to your ass, gripping it firmly.

You felt your back hit the wall as Stiles started trying to move towards somewhere with a surface. He fumbled as he made his way to the stairs, using his hands to support himself on the wall as he walked up the stairs with you firmly still wrapped around him kissing him with so much vigour you almost forgot to pull away for air. You pulled away as he burst through your bedroom door, storming over to the bed throwing you on your bed roughly. He was stood at the end of the bed slowly taking his clothes off. You sat up leaning on your elbows as you stared at his now almost naked body. He crawled over to you, grabbing your heels off your feet and dropping them on the floor next to the bed.

Next he unbuttoned the top of your high waist black jeans leaving you in your red lacy underwear and a light grey cropped long sleeve top that had a ‘V’ stopping just above your belly button lines of matching colour lace criss-crossing across your cleavage. He sat up and looked down at your body.

“Fuck.” Was all he said before her was ripping off you top, you’d of complained if it wasn’t so hot. He threw away the ruined material away like it had offended him personally, my bra soon joining it. He was on your breast as soon as the matching lacy bra was thrown away, licking and nipping. You whined at his ministrations, his rough hands running all over your legs and every inch of you, except the part you really wanted him to touch.

“Stiles please…” You whimpered as he gripped your inner thigh tightly, his lips making tiny bite marks all over your abdomen. He looked up from his current task, smirking at the desperation in my voice.

“Please what baby?” He asked, softly kissing just above my panty line. You hip jutted up slightly but Stiles quickly held your hips down.

“Touch me.” You whispered biting your bottom lip.

“I am touching you.” He replied cockily, his bro raising in a silent challenge. You smirked slightly before looking him dead in the eyes.

“Touch my dripping wet pussy Stiles, please?” You whispered seductively, your hands fondling your breast as he stared up at you with lust filled eyes that were full of promises.

“Your mouth should be illegal.” He growled, his nails digging into your inner thighs. He quickly ducked his head kissing where his nails had just left crescent moons. You tried to arch into his touch but he held your hips firmly down as you writhed under him. He tugged the thin almost see through panties down and threw them to join your other clothes. He looked up at you then down at your very obvious arousal. You heard a small drawn out groan before his mouth was on your clit, kissing and licking.

“Shit!” You cursed, your back arching off the bed slightly. As soon as your back touched the bed once again he started sucking and nipping at and around your clit making you dig your nails into your sheets. Your claws started extending causing the sheets to rip under the force, a small growl leaving your throat making Stiles’ eyes flick up to you, still not stopping his task at hand. He looked into your now crimson red eyes, his brow arching as he continued giving kitten licks to your drenched pussy.

“P-Please.” You whined your lip trembling slightly at the powerfully pleasure building in your abdomen. He nodded and went back to his task, his tongue slid down your slit before he started tongue fucking you, you wanted to beg for more but the words wouldn’t come out anymore. He removed his tongue and went back to your clit suddenly feeling a finger enter you. You let out a strangled gasp as he pushed in a second finger and curled them, the action making you curl around his head letting out a small scream. His hand roughly pushed you down with his free hand, as his other hand and mouth kept working on your pussy.

You felt your orgasm nearing as he started working more on your g-spot his mouth suckling your clit roughly. You felt the end coming at you very fast, not allowing anytime to build, his finger started rubbing your special spot faster as he felt your walls clench around him.

“Oh shit! I-I’m cumming!” You screamed, your claws digging into his back slightly. You came harder than you ever had but he tensed as your claws dug in but he worked you down from your high. After you were whimpering and trying to get away from his tongue he pulled up and reached to touch his back, his hand pulled back and brought the hand to view. It was covered in a small amount of blood which made me sit up panicking.

“Oh my god, I-I’m so sorry!” You stuttered panic now reaching you completely.

“Don’t be.” Stiles smirked before grabbing you wrist, pushing you back and pinning them above your head. His mouth was on your neck before you could comprehend what had happened, one hand holding your wrist above your head and the other loosely around your neck as his lips mad it to yours. Your eyes widened at the dominant position, you knew he wasn’t a completely submissive person but seeing his like this was like seeing a beast unleashed and it did nothing but make you more turned on. Your lips were abandoned as Stiles pulled away to look at you.

“Don’t move from that position.” He spoke, his voice rough and husky.

“What will you do if I move?” You asked cheekily, biting your lip gently.

“I’ll spank you.” He replied quickly like it was something he’d say in an everyday sentence. His reply shocked you further but you nodded anyway as he pulled away. He stood up off the bed his arousal very evident as he made his way to his bag. He opened the front pocket and pulled out a pair of hand cuffs, you chuckled as you saw them making him look over at you.

“You know I could get out of them, right?” You snorted still moving from the position he left you in, your hands resting behind your head now.

“Is that so?” He made his way back to you quickly putting the cuffs on firmly but not tight enough to cut. You tugged the cuffs roughly but they didn’t break off which confused you so you tied again with all your strength but they didn’t budge. You looked up at Stiles with your eyebrows raised.

“Chris gave me them.” He smirked his hands sliding up my legs, painfully slow. He gripped your hips and flipped you over to your front making you squeak in surprise. His hands lifted your ass up in the air, before you could comprehend Stiles brought his hand down across your ass. You let out a gasp the sting of the slap going straight to your core.

“I told you not to move baby girl.” You pushed against his hand that was resting against your ass cheek, keening at his pet name.

“I’m s-sorry.” You whimpered as he massaged your ass, before another slap came down across the opposite cheek making you moan. You heard a chuckle from behind you so you sat up so you were on all fours now, turning to look back at him.

“Does baby like this?” He questioned, his eyebrow raise as his hand came down again harder this time. You let out a gasp before his turned into a desperate moan, you looked back at him wiggling your ass seductively at him which made him groan softly.

“Your own arousal is dripping down your thighs, dirty girl.” When he spoke you gripped the sheets, your thighs clenching together as you tried to rid yourself of the handcuffs.

“Mm Stiles fuck me…p-please?” You begged desperately as you tried to push back into him. You felt him moving round so you looked back to see him pulling his cock out. Your eyes widened as you saw his shaft.

“Jesus Christ! Is that even gonna fit!?” You screeched as you looked at the size of him.

“Do you want me to stretch you a little first?” He chuckled and he pumped his erection. You shook your head and pushed back needing some sort of friction.

“I need to get a condom little miss impatient.” He chuckled slapping your ass playfully.

“I’m on the pill.” You smirked making his eyes widen a fraction before he’s pulling your hips so his dick is pressed in between your ass cheeks. You giggle slightly before he pulls back and starts teasing your entrance. You bit your bottom lip to hold back from moaning. You waited 2 minutes before you got sick of his teasing so when he teased your entrance again you pushed back so his tip went in. His width alone made you gasp loudly, your claws ripping at the bedding underneath your cuffed hands.

“Shit! F-Fuck..” He swore his hands gripping my hips before he decided to push the rest of the way in. He pushed in gently, his hands moving to grip my waist as he finally bottomed out inside me.

“Oh god S-Stiles…” You gasped out when he was finally all the way inside you. You felt fuller than you ever had in your entire life, it was slightly painful but thankfully you were already extremely wet so there wasn’t much pain despite the size. After he gave you a minute to fully adjust he start moving, his thrust were slow and loving like he didn’t want to hurt me. After what seemed like forever you decided to take the initiative and began grinding roughly on his dick. You heard him groaned huskily, his hands kneading your ass.

“Harder.” You moaned as you grind against him. He hesitated for a moment before he gripped your hips and started pounding into you, his groans and panting getting louder with every thrust. Your moans had turned into screams and panting. He changed his angle and started violently hitting your g-spot.

“Hm-mm…I’m g-gonna cum…” You stuttered through the force of his thrusts. You started to ravel up tighter with every animalistic thrust, as soon as you couldn’t ravel any tighter you looked back at Stiles.

“S-Stiles.” You moaned looking at him as you came loudly, his eyes were hooded and lust filled as his thrust got harder yet more uneven. He bit his lip as he looked at you, you clenched around him still sensitive from your orgasm. As soon as you clenched round him his nails dug into your hips.

“Shit Y-Y/N…” He gasped as he came inside you. You could feel his got seed hitting your walls some falling from your pussy onto your ripped and crumpled sheets.

He flipped you over and got off the bed, grapping the key from his bag and a pair of joggers before quickly unlocking the handcuffs. He threw them on the floor then quickly pulling his boxers on. He ran out your room before coming back with a wet cloth. He wiped you down gently because he knew you’d still be sensitive then he grabbed your panties and slid them on for you before passing you his shirt. When he settled you both down both of you fell asleep pretty quickly.


When morning came you were extremely sore, but in a good way. Stiles was already up tapping away on his phone. You glance over to see angry birds on the screen.

“I’m hungry.” You voiced making him jump when he realised you were awake. He smiled down at you and kissed your lips gently, quickly forgetting about his games. His hands went to your sides pulling you into him.

“Mm as much as this is tempting I didn’t eat dinner yesterday.” You chuckled softly as he pulled away and kissed your forehead. HE let go of you and got out of the bed smiling. He leaned over and picked you up bridal style, placing another soft kiss on your temple this time. You smiled back throwing your arms around him as he made his way to the kitchen. Stiles set you down on the counter top before starting to grab things from cupboards and the fridge. You sat there admiring his naked torso and the way his sweats were riding low. They weren’t baggy joggers either they were those new kind that guys were a lot ‘skinny joggers’ so you could see the outline of his dick along with how tightly they fit on his lushes ass. He turned on the coffee maker and started frying some bacon when suddenly there was a massive bang. You looked at Stiles worriedly before you smelt the pack.

“So what’s for breakfast?” Scott exclaimed as he burst into the kitchen followed by the entire pack.

“What are you doing here McCall?” You growled sliding off the counter before Scott could answer you felt a strong hand grips the back of your neck. You looked back to see Stiles with a very pissed of face. He leaned down and pressed a rough kiss to your lips before pulling away and shooting a look to the pack.

“Go put some pants on.” He growled softly, his nose brushing against yours.


“Now.” His voice full of authority and dominance, you let out a small whimper before nodding and running upstairs to grab some leggings. You came back down to see Isaac and Stiles glaring at each other and the pack watching them silently. You decided to break it up, you hopped back onto the kitchen unit and made grabby hands at Stiles. He smiled at you softly before making his way between your legs.

“Okay so Scott your on bacon duty, Allison eggs, Kira make the pancake batter, Lydia coffee, Derek and Jackson pull the extensions on the table out and the rest of you see the table.” You ordered gently.

“What’s Stil- What the hell happened to you!?” Isaac screeched as Stiles turned around to grab the juice out the fridge. You glance at what Isaac was gaping at and stared in shock, there was dried blood over his back with 5 claws marks on each side of his back, from the middle of his back to his shoulders.

“Why what’s wrong with me?” Stiles turned to you and asked, his eyes widening slightly.

“Ermm well….you see…yesterday when we ya know….and you….ya know…I kinda got a little too…ya know…I might of made worse claw marks than I originally thought…” You stated awkwardly scratching the back of your neck awkwardly.

“You mean when I was-”

“DON’T YOU DARE!” You screamed before he could finish his sentence. Scott took a picture of stiles back and showed him. Stiles choked on his juice violently before be responded.

“I’m now thankful I cuffed you towards the end.” Stiles voiced, his eyes full of playful fear.

“You handcuffed her!?” Your eyes nearly fell out your head as you realised what Stiles had said.

“I also-”


“She did a lot of that too.” You gawped at him as you thought about a comeback.

“Says you!” You screeched back.

“At least I’m not the one who got aroused when I was spanked.” He sniggered as you turned bright red and everyone stared at Stiles not you. You chuckled softly as you looked at him now blushing.

“I think you made yourself look worse there.”

“Since no one else is gonna ask. How big?” Erica questioned leaning on the kitchen counter.

“You can’t ask shit like that!” Derek snapped, his hand smacking himself on the forehead.

“I’m sure you guy will ask about her tightness later so why not.” At that the boys blushed making you gape at Erica.

“They wouldn’t get an answer because her pussy is mine and no one needs to know about it but me!” Stiles snapped making everyone gape at him including you.

“Did he just…” Jackson gawked.

“Yep he did…” Lydia nodded, a smirk firmly in place.

“Oh my god…” Mason snorted.

“Who’d of thought Stiles would be the dominant possessive type.” Erica laughed loudly.

“I did.” You and Scott answered at the same time.

Once everyone got over the filthy word Stiles used they all got back to their tasks at hand. I was sat with coffee talking to the girls as the boys did most of the work for breakfast. We were talking about Allison and Scott when Erica stopped to ask me Stiles’ size again. You smirked and gestured with your hands his length then width. The girls started gaping at you like you’d told a lie.

“Jesus maybe I should’ve taken my chance.” Lydia muttered but as soon as she said it you started growling making everyone look at you then Lydia. Suddenly your head was yanked back and lips were placed firmly on yours. You recognized those lips anywhere you kissed back slightly awkward because you were upside down but it was still sweet. He pulled back and look up at the girls still stroking small circles onto my cheek.

“Sorry Lyds but now I’ve had a small taste of Y/N I’m never going back. Mm I’m staying over here tonight so don’t expect any sleep.” He growled before placing another kiss on your lips before walking off. You sat up and looked at the girls.

“Who’d of thought the bloody ADHD kid would have a side like this…”

Stiles- Embarrassing Is My Forte

Request-  Hey! If you feel like it, could you please do one where the reader is a werewolf, but she’s bitten by a vampire and she doesn’t heal and she’s in a lot of pain but she doesn’t want to worry anyone so she pretends she’s fine (she is the youngest member of the pack, and she has a huge crush on stiles) I understand if you don’t want to do this, and I love your writing😍

A/N- So since vampires aren’t really a thing on the show, I changed this up just a little bit. Enjoy!

You shoved open the school doors and stepped outside, sighing in content as you felt the warm air on your skin. Even though your grades had been slipping and you were forced to go to tutoring for hours, you had developed a new appreciation of simple things. Of course, that was a side effect of being put on a hitlist, and now that the deadpool was over, you considered yourself pretty lucky to be alive.
It was only weeks ago that you were roaming the halls of Beacon Memorial Hospital, bored out of your mind, when someone covered in blood had come around the corner and attacked you. The psycho had almost torn you apart, and only the sound of footsteps running in your direction had saved your life. A guy with dark hair and a crooked jaw had found you on the floor of hallway, bleeding out and delirious.
“Please,” you had begged weakly. “Help me.”
Instead of running for a doctor or a nurse like you thought he would, the guy just glanced
around nervously. He bit the inside of his cheek and looked down at you, and you took a shallow, shaky breath. “Please. I don’t wanna die.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, kneeling next to you.
Your brows knitted together in confusion. Of course you were sure. No one wanted to bleed to death on the floor of a hospital, but you figured you didn’t have time to point that out.
“Yes,” you whispered sharply. “Please.”
His brown eyes met yours, and he nodded down at you, but instead of going for help, he picked up your arm and sank his teeth into it. A sharp scream of pain tore its way out of your throat, and it hurt so much that you passed out. When you woke up, the guy was gone, but you were still covered in blood.
You had reached for your abdomen, which the blood-covered guy had practically tore open earlier, but it was now completely healed. You sat up, feeling your head, your arms, anywhere that had even been slightly bruised. Nothing hurt anymore.
You suddenly remembered the second guy, the one who bit you, but when you looked down at your arm, there was no mark. You stood up shakily, glancing around at the deserted hall, and that was when a couple of hospital security guards came running around the corner.
You tried to explain what happened, but when they saw that you weren’t hurt, they hurried up toward the stairs. You knew they were trying to find the guy who had attacked you, but you guessed a witness covered in blood wasn’t their priority at the moment.
You shook your head and headed toward the front desk, alarming the nurses there, but they concluded the same thing you had. You weren’t hurt at all.
     You walked back to your cousin’s room and stuck around the hospital for a little while while your aunt went to grab you some new clothes. She was the reason you had been there in the first place, and after she had broken her leg in a car accident, your mom asked you to go sit with her.
You were sitting next to her bed when you noticed someone outside in the hall, trying to grab your attention. It was the guy from before, the one who had found you bleeding in the hall. He was waving at you wildly, and against your better judgement, you went out into the hall.
“I’ll be right back,” you told your cousin, pushing open the door.
“Oh, thank god you’re alive,” the guy had breathed, glancing down at you.
“So it was real?”
The guy had pursed his lips and nodded. “There’s a lot I have to tell you. And I’m gonna start by saying I’m sorry.”
When Scott finally introduced himself and explained that he was a werewolf and you were one too, you didn’t believe him. You were convinced you were hallucinating from the shock of being attacked, but then again, the blood that was on you had been yours. You had no explanation for the cuts and injuries disappearing, and once Scott showed you his glowing red eyes, you finally started to relent.
It turns out he had bitten someone else just a little after you, when the same guy who attacked you almost threw a kid in your grade off the hospital roof. You were a werewolf, along with this new guy, and you were both a part of Scott’s pack now.
“Jesus,” you had remarked. “Do you just go around biting people all the time?”
Scott had frowned. “No. This is actually the first time this has happened to me.”
“Seriously?” you asked.
“I’m having an off night,” he had stated glumly.
Learning control was hard, but you were starting to get the hang of it. That was more than you could say for Liam, the other new beta, whose anger issues were complicating things. Now that the deadpool was over though, you had more time to focus on gaining control of your powers, and you were just relieved you were getting the chance to be normal again.
That was why you were so excited about your walk home from tutoring, because while it was something simple, it was mundane. You walked home almost all the time since you lived pretty close to the school, and that was at least one thing that hadn’t changed.
You smiled as you headed out toward the sidewalk, just as the school doors opened behind you. You glanced back to see a girl with dark hair slipping out the door. Her name was Kalissa, and you recognized her from your tutoring sessions, so you called out to her.
“Hey, Kalissa!”
She simply smiled and lifted up her hand to wave, but you were pretty far ahead and she didn’t try to catch up to you. You turned back toward the road and headed toward your house, but the footsteps behind you told you that she was going the same way. It never occurred to you that it would have been smarter to walk beside her, but when you heard breaks screeching behind you, you realized your mistake. You whirled around, just in time to see a dark-haired man jumping out of a car and grabbing Kalissa.
She screamed, and something Scott had told you that night in the hospital came to mind. This doesn’t have to be a bad thing, Y/n. You can use to help people.
With Scott’s words echoing in your head, your dropped your bag and sprinted toward the car. The guy snatched Kalissa so fast that you knew he must have been something supernatural, and then he slammed her into the side of the car. She fell to the ground, unconscious, and you let out a threatening snarl, but the guy didn’t look afraid.
Instead, he let out a roar of his own, and his eyes lit up a bright white. One look at his horrifying teeth told you exactly what he was, and you started toward him.
“I hate wendigos,” you hissed to yourself, flicking out your claws.
Your eyes lit up a bright yellow as you swiped out at him, catching him across the chest and tearing his shirt. He roared again and started to go hand to hand with you, but it was obvious he was more skilled. By some stroke of luck, you managed to knock his legs out from under him and pin him to the ground, but he quickly lunged up and sank his teeth into your shoulder.
You screamed, and through the haze of your pain, you realized that you wouldn’t be able to save Kalissa. The Wendigo grabbed you by the hair and slammed you into the door of the car, and you blacked out for a minute or so. When you opened your eyes, you had just enough time to see him loading a back bag into the trunk and then slam it shut.
It took you a few moments to realize that he must have zipped Kalissa into it, and you weakly shoved yourself off the ground. You ran around the side of the car, but he was already inside, and he simply flashed you a crazy grin as he sped off. You limped back to the sidewalk, your shoulder stinging, and pulled out your phone.
First, you tried to call Scott, but he didn’t pick up. You didn’t want to call the police and sound totally insane as you explained everything, but if you had to, you would. That was when you realized that there was one more person who might be able to help.
Since you were a new werewolf, you didn’t have a long list of contacts that new about the supernatural, but Scott had told you that there was one person who was always willing to help if he could. Dr. Deaton was a veterinarian with a very specific set of skills, and not all of those included treating cats and dogs.
When you were introduced to him, he seemed helpful enough, and if you wanted to avoid bringing clueless cops into the situation, then calling him was your best option. You quickly dialed his number and prayed to every god there was that he would pick up the phone.
“This is Dr. Deaton,” he announced after a few rings.
At the sound of his voice, you let out a breath of relief. “Deaton, this is Y/n, uh, Scott’s beta?”
“Oh. What can I do for you, Y/n?”
“I think I just watched a wendigo kidnap someone,” you breathed. “I was leaving the school, and he just pulled over and grabbed the girl behind me. I tried to fight him, but he bit me and I tried to call Scott, but-”
“Woah, woah, woah,” Deaton cautioned. “Slow down, Y/n. What did he look like?”
“Uh, he had, uh, dark hair,” you said slowly. “And I think he had blue eyes. When they weren’t glowing white.”
You heard Deaton sigh through the phone. “Wait, do you know him?”
“I’m afraid so,” he told you. “He escaped from Eichen House a little while ago, but I think I know where he’s headed. Hopefully I’ll be able to get to him before he hurts that girl. Thank you for calling me.”
“Wait, that…that’s it?” you asked. “You’re just going to go after him?”
“Yes,” Deaton told you. “Unless you need something else. You’re not hurt are you?”
You glanced down at your shoulder. “No, uh, I’m fine. Let me know when you find her.”
With a promise that he would, Deaton hung up the phone, and as you slid your phone back into your pocket, you hissed in pain. Your shoulder felt like it was burning, and as you grabbed your bag and headed down the sidewalk, it occurred to you that there was no way you could go home like this.
For starters, you weren’t healing at all. Maybe it was because the bite was deep, or because it was from a wendigo, but the mark didn’t look like it was going away anytime soon. You tried to call Scott again, but he still wasn’t answering his phone, and after trying Kira, and Lydia, you realized that you had to try Stiles.
He was Scott’s best friend and two years older than you, but you and Stiles got along as if you had been friends for years. Meeting him was one of the best things about Scott biting you, and you knew that if you called him and asked for help, he’d be there within minutes.

Stiles was sitting on his bed when his phone rang, and he pulled his eyes away from his crime board to snatch his phone from his desk. “Hello?”
“Uh, Stiles?” you asked hesitantly.
“Y/n? Is everything okay?”
“Not really,” you told him. “A wendigo just bit me.”
“What?” he choked, jumping up. “Where are you? What happened?”
“I’m outside the school. I was walking home and there was who was walking behind me. This guy just pulled over and grabbed her, and when I tried to fight him, his eyes were bright white. He bit me, and he took off. I couldn’t help her, but I called Deaton. He said he knows the guy and knows where he’s going.”
“Okay,” Stiles told you. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”
“No,” you told him weakly. “I think I’ll be okay.”
“You don’t sound okay,” he stated, jogging down the stairs and snatching his keys from the table by the door.
“Stiles,” you told him. “I’ll be fine.”
“Y/n, I’m not hanging up this phone until I know you’re not gonna die on me.”
Despite the pain you were in, you smiled. “Okay.”
He talked to you as he drove to the school, probably breaking about five traffic laws in the process.
“Stiles,” you croaked. “Please be careful.”
“Careful?” he asked, his voice echoing out through the speakers. “‘Course I’m being caref-oh, shit…sure hope that wasn’t a red light.”
You laughed softly and tilted your head back against the brick wall you were leaning against. You hadn’t wanted to go back into the school with your torn shirt and bleeding shoulder, but you hadn’t wanted to stay out on the road either. You had gone around the side of the school and sat in the grass to wait for Stiles, hoping you would be out of view.
“Hey, where are you?” he asked. You could hear the screeching of the Jeep’s breaks through the phone, and you felt your body sag in relief. “On the side of the school. The one closest to the sign.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there.”
You heard a car door slam, and true to his word, Stiles didn’t hang up the phone until he skidded to a stop in the grass in front of you.
“Oh shit,” he breathed, glancing down at your shoulder in horror.
“You really know what to say to a girl, Stilinski,” you remarked weakly.
“I-I didn’t mean-it’s just-your shoulder,” he rambled.
“It’s okay,” you told him, shoving yourself up from the ground. “I’m sure it looks awful.”
You stumbled slightly, and Stiles reached out to catch you. He placed his hands on your shoulders to steady you.
“Hey, easy there,” he told you. “I can’t have you dying on me. Scott would kill me.”
“Where is he?” you asked him as he led you to the Jeep.
“No idea,” he told you. “But I’m taking you to Deaton.”
“He’s not there,” you groaned. “He went after the wendigo who took that girl.”
“Damn it,” Stiles breathed. “Okay, I’ll call Scott. Hopefully, he’ll pick up, but for now, I have a first aid kit in the jeep. I don’t have any supernatural healing magic, but I’ve got some gauze and some medical tape.”
“That works too,” you told him. “God, my head is killing me.”
“I also have some aspirin,” Stiles assured you.
He led you to the Jeep with an arm wrapped around your waist, and then helped you into the passenger seat. He reached out in front of you to fumble with the glove box for a moment, and then he pulled out a rusty, metal first aid kit.
“Sorry, it might be a little old,” he warned.
“A little?” you questioned.
Stiles’ lips twitched. “Okay, maybe more than a little.”
You smiled. “It’s fine, Stiles.”
“Great,” he said softly, reaching out to clean the bite mark on your shoulder. You winced, and noticed his fingers were shaking.
“Do you want me to do it?” you asked, nodding down to his hand.
“I-no, sorry I-I just…you make me kind of nervous.”
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t worry, Stiles. I’m not going to attack you again. Besides, it’s not the full moon anymore.”
“It’s not that,” he said softly, wiping the dried blood from your shoulder.
“Then what is it?”
“I-I mean, I don’t hold that against you, you know?” he told you quickly. “It was your first one, and you didn’t end up killing me, so…”
“Oh,” you said. “Okay…but why are you so nervous?”
Stiles sighed. “You’re a total badass. And you’re really pretty…and I’ve never been the best around girls to begin with.”
You blinked, and you felt a smile curling onto your lips. “Stiles, are you saying-”
“I like you,” he admitted, the words tumbling from his mouth. “I really like you.”
Instead of looking at you, he was fumbling around in the first aid kit for some bandages, but you quickly reached out to grab his wrist. “I like you too, Stiles.”
Stiles blinked and looked up. “A-are you sure? Like, you’re not just saying that because I’m totally saving your life right now?”
You rolled your eyes again, and Stiles smiled. “I wouldn’t go that far. I doubt this thing is going to kill me.”
“You never know.”
You sighed. “I like you, Stiles. I’m not just saying it. You’ve been one of the best things about being a werewolf. I don’t think you have any idea just how much I like you. It’s kind of embarrassing.”
Stiles grinned. “You? Embarrassing?”
“You’d be surprised,”
“Well,” he said, leaning forward. “Embarrassing is my forte.”
You blinked, glancing down at his lips before meeting his eyes again. Before he had a chance to mess it up, he closed the distance between you. You closed your eyes as he kissed you, and as you wrapped your arms around his neck, you felt a prickling sensation around the bite on your shoulder and the gash on your head. When you and Stiles finally parted, you looked down to find that the wound had completely healed.
“Woah,” he breathed. “I must be a better kisser than I thought.”
You rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t stop the smile blooming on your face. “I’m guessing you didn’t know that could happen?”
He shook his head. “You know, even after all this time, I’m sure there’s still stuff we don’t know about werewolves.”
You sighed. “I guess I’ve got a lot to learn.”
“I can help you out,” Stiles promised. “Starting now. I wonder if kissing could, like, make you sprout wings or something.”
He leaned in for another kiss, and you put your hand on his cheek and turned him away. “I do not want wings.”
“But you do want me…you do want me, right? I’m not misreading this?”
You laughed softly. “Yes, Stiles. I want you.”
He sighed in relief. “Good, because this would have been awkward. So, should we call Scott?”
You looked down at your healed shoulder. “Eh, I think I’m good.”
“Thank god, because I’m starving,” he breathed. “Wanna go get something to eat?”
You grinned. “Sure, but uh, maybe I should change first?”
He looked down at your bloody shirt. “Oh, hold on.”
He leaned forward, practically enveloping you as he reached around your body and into the backseat. He pulled a faded t-shirt from the floor and tossed it to you. “Wear this. It’s clean, it’s just been back there for a while.”
“It’s fine,” you promised.
You smiled to yourself as you hopped into the backseat to change. Stiles turned around to cover you, and you felt excitement stirring inside you. Initially, you had been freaked out about this whole werewolf thing. Now it was beginning to dawn on you that with superpowers, a chance to save lives, and the guy of your dreams, it wasn’t a bad deal at all.