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Reader x McCall Pack, Reader x Hale Pack

Requested By Anon


“Hey (Y/N) you wanna help Isaac out?” Derek asked and you stopped your search for your brother as you spotted Derek rearranging what looked like a box of chains.


“No offence I don’t think Mr Grey was a werewolf.” You told him and he chuckled.


“Yeah but werewolves are better, let me tie Isaac up and show you.” Derek smiled when your eyes widened and you blushed.


“Oh wow Derek that was just bad.” Isaac mumbled as he rubbed the back of his head. “Besides, (Y/N0 should be tied up so I can roam freely.”


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Melissa McCall appreciation week

 Day 5: Melissa + Stiles

 "Thanks, mom.“

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Reader x McCall Pack / Hale Pack

Requested by @holyfuckinghale1975



“I’m going to need someone to show (Y/N) around.” The teacher finished introducing you and several people’s hands shot into the air. “Stilinski.”

 

The boy who had been chosen waved and glanced at the boy next to him, winking as he looked disappointed, grabbing his bag as you trailed after him.

 

“I’m Stiles and you’re (Y/N) right, well you might like it here… it’s weird though but…” He trailed off when you stared at him and stayed silent.

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Teen Wolf Season 6 - Main Title Opening Sequence | x

The giving tree

“Once there was a tree…. and she loved a little boy.” 

Stiles and I had been best friends for as long as I could remember. From the time in the sandbox in preschool. I remember stumbling into the box but I didn’t have any toys to play with, than a cute freckled boy handed me his shovel and I gave him a big smile and we played together for the rest of break time. We then played together for the rest of the year.

When Stiles and I were six we did everything together, he was my best friend. He even convinced me to join little league softball team when we were eight. We joined a bowling league together when we were nine. We just shared birthday parties since we had all the same friends. We had sleepovers and family game nights. I loved Stiles more than anything.

“And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest.”

One day in summer right before sophomore year Stiles called me.

“Wanna hang out today?” Stiles asked me.

“Sure.” I smiled happily.

We drove down to the local preserve and started walking. Something Stiles and I normally did. We had been coming here since we were little we always found something new and interesting to play with or look at. Sometimes we’d even come at night to watch the stars or listen to the sounds of the animals and rushing water from the river near by. It was our special place.

We walked for a little before we stopped and sat down by the trunk of a tree, the fallen leaves making a cushion for us. Stiles smirked and made little crowns out of the leaves and placed one on my head and one on his.

“I now am the official king of this forest. I will rule this land with peace and prosperity. And I hear by crown you my queen of the land.” he said in a fake british accent. I giggled.

“Why thank your King Stiles, I am quite honored.” We both smiled and laughed.

“And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade.” 

We eventually Stiles and I got bored and sat in silence for a while.

“Hey wanna play hide and seek?” I questioned.

“Sure. You count first!” he screamed as he started running away. I giggled but covered my eyes anyway.

“1…2…3″ I shouted with my eyes closed. “……60! Ready or not here I come!” I screamed when I was done counting.

I walked around the forest looking for Stiles. Eventually I found him hiding up in a tree.

“Dang I thought you’d never find me.” 

“Well I did so…start counting!” I screamed as I ran away.

I found a hiding place behind this really big rock pretty far away from where he was. I smirked when I heard him scream ‘ready or not here I come’ and started walking in the opposite direction I was in. After a while I wondered if he was ever going to find me. I leaned to peek around the rock to see if he was coming when I felt two arms around my waist and I was lifted off the ground and spun around as I screamed.

“Ha! Gotcha!” Stiles laughed.

“Stiles I hate you.” I giggled.

We played a few more rounds and it started to get dark.

“Hey Y/N I’m getting tired can we just go back to your place?”

“Yeah of course.”

Stiles and I went back to my house and snuggled into my bed. My parents didn’t care if he slept over because he’s practically lived here since preschool. And besides they liked Stiles, they knew he was a good kid.

“And the boy loved the tree…. very much. And the tree was happy.” 

As Stiles and I cuddled in bed and talked about nothing and everything he said something that caught me off guard.

“Y/N, you know I love you right?”

“Yeah, I do.” I smiled. 

“Good.” 

I nuzzled my head further into the crook of his neck and went to sleep unbelievably happy.

“But time went by. And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone.” 

I sat as I continuously watched Stiles and Malia practically undressing each other with their eyes during lunch. I let out a sigh. Don’t get me wrong I like Malia, I’m so happy that she makes Stiles happy. I would do anything to keep that boy happy. He deserved more than anyone to be happy. He was a great guy who deserved the world. And if she could give that to im than I’m happy. I just wished it was me…but I’m okay with being the best friend as long as he’s in my life.

Stiles hasn’t really talked to me much recently though. There’s always something new with Scott or Malia or even Lydia. He was with his dad a lot too. Not to mention he was getting ready for college. And then the new bad guys of the town came in and I just became nonimportant. Which I get. Saving the town is way more important than hanging out with me.

So I often spent my nights alone pented up in my room watching all reruns of shows I’ve seen a million times.

“But the boy stayed away for a long time…. and the tree was sad. And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy.”

It was now senior year and I haven’t talked or hung out with Stiles since the end of the last school year. It was starting to take a huge tool on me. I missed Stiles. A lot. I literally did nothing without him. I was just so used to always being with him that when he was busy I didn’t really have any other friends. Sadly enough, I even spent some nights of my summer crying over my best friend because it seemed that he had forgotten about me.

It was noon on Saturday when there was a knock on my door. I went to answer it and when I opened the door, it revealed a lanky freckled boy.

“Stiles!” I smiled and jumped into his arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and laughed.

Boy, I missed that laugh, and the smell of him, and the feeling of his arms around me. I just missed him. I was so happy that I was literally shaking in his arms.

“And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house.”

“Hey Y/N, I came over because I needed some help with our recent problem.”

“Oh, okay.” 

“Yeah what do you know about Dread Doctors?”

I was really skilled in the mythology department. I sighed seeing how Stiles came here just for information. But i obeyed and told him everything I knew about them and some extra stuff that might come in handy.

“Thanks Y/N! See you later!” he said as he walked out the door, after he got what he wanted.

“Bye Stiles.” I whispered even though he was already gone.

“And the tree was happy. But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak.”

It was towards the end of the school when Stiles came over again. When I opened the door to reveal his face I almost cried. I certainly couldn’t talk at first. I just pulled him into my arms and held him tight.

“I missed you.” I whispered.

“Come, Boy,” she whispered, “come and play.” “I am too old and sad to play,” said the boy. “I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?” “Cut down my trunk and make a boat,” said the tree. “Then you can sail away… and be happy." 

“Stiles do you want to hang out, we can go to the forest?” I asked him.

“No, don’t you think we’re too old for that. And besides I’m too sad to do anything.”

“Why are you upset Stiles?”

“Because everything just kinda fell apart you know. Malia and I broke up, Scott hates me, I have nowhere to go. I can’t stay here anymore Y/N. This town is horrible and everywhere I look it’s only bad memories.” That hurt me more than he could ever know.

“I need to get out of here Y/N, help me get out.” he cried.

Oh my god he was crying. I knew I had to help him.

“Stiles, it’s going to be okay. I have some money I’ve been saving, uh you can use it. Buy a plane ticket and rent an apartment with it. Be happy.”

“Thank you.” he said wiping his eyes.

“And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away. And the tree was happy … but not really.”

Stiles took my money and got on the first plane he could. I was happy for him, he was finally getting what he wanted. But deep down the only thing inside me was sadness. The boy I loved just walked out with my money and left. I would probably never see him again. But hey, he was happy.

“And after a long time the boy came back again. "I am sorry, Boy,” said the tree,“ but I have nothing left to give you -” 

Four years later I was on summer break from college and came back to Beacon Hills. When a firmalar boy headed freckled boy showed up at my door step.

“Stiles.” I whispered. I pulled him into a hug and held him tight.

“I’m sorry, I have nothing left to give you. All my money is in college. I can’t help you anymore-I’m so sorry.” I said on the verge of tears.

“I don’t need very much now,” said the boy. “just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired.” “Well,” said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, “well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest." 

“It’s okay Y/N, I don’t need anything from you,I just need a place to call home.” he told me.

“Well I would love to be your home Stiles.” I answered him.

“Thank you.” he whispered.

“Come on in, you probably hungry.” I said leading him inside.

“And the boy did. And the tree was happy.”

Stiles came inside and never left. And I was once again happy.

A/N: Oh my god this took me forever to write! But honestly it’s my favorite thing I’ve written so far :) Please message me and tell me what you thought of this!

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“What? You haven’t told him yet?” asked Stiles, astonished.

Scott seemed still a little shocked. So was your boyfriend.

“Well. I am now.” you replied with a little awkward smile.

“My best friend… And my sister.” repeated Scott for the third time.

“Oh come one, no need to be so dramatic !” you snapped.

“Yeah, it’s true. I love your sister, Scott. And I promise I’ll do my best to make her happy.”

“Wow… Right. I guess that’s the most important. I’m happy for both of you then.” finally said you brother with a true smile.

What Are You Doing? | Derek Hale

Requested: Yes

“I’m flirting with you.”

“That’s distracting.”

A/N: I miss Derek so much.

Warnings: Nothing really…

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           Derek’s loft was cold and quiet as it normally was when he was helping Scott with a mission. Y/N was sitting on the blue couch waiting for him to get back. Struggling to keep her eyes open she flipped through another page in her book. She eventually gave into her body’s needs and fell asleep.

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           Y/N awoke to sunlight shining through the large window at the back of the room. Rubbing her face, she realized she had been moved from the couch to Derek’s bed. Squinting her eyes slightly she looked around the loft until her eyes met Derek’s back as he leant over the table looking over some papers. Y/N quietly got up and approached him wrapping her arms around him as she reached him.

           “Good morning love,” she said, her voice still groggy from having just woken up.

           “Morning babe,” he replied. He barely glanced at her before returning back to his work. Y/N sat on one of the stools as she watched Derek focus so much on whatever was in front of him. Though she was a little put off that he had ignored her she still couldn’t keep her eyes off him. She reached out and put her hand on top of his, he had no reaction to it.

           “You look very attractive when you are focused,” flirted Y/N as she moved closer to him. Derek’s eyes met Y/N’s with an interrogatory expression.

           “What are you doing?”

           “I’m flirting with you.”

           Derek chuckled before looking back down at his papers. Y/N sighed, before her eyes lit up and she smiled smugly at Derek. She got up and caressed Derek’s face before peppering it with kisses.

           “That’s distracting,” Derek chuckled before pulling her lips to his. The kiss was passionate yet gentle, he slowly pulled away.

           “Just let me finish looking over these papers for Scott and then I’m yours for the day.” Y/N nodded before pulling him in for a kiss, then going to lay on the couch.

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