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That Should Say McCall. (Scott McCall Imagine)

Season 6 does not exist in this because I want my babies to be happy.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! (Just bear with me) 

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Scott couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment he knew that he was completely in love with you. Maybe it was when you always thought he was cool even back then prior to the bite. Maybe it was when the Alpha Pack threatened your life. Maybe it was when he bit you to keep you from dying in his arms, the same way his first love did. Maybe it was when you noticed your eyes glowed a nearly scarlet color and Deaton explained to Scott that it was because you were bitten by your mate. Even though the moment he realized his love for you was unclear, Scott knew that he loves you now. 

But even through these indications and even with your heightened senses, you were completely and utterly blind. Even when Malia would point out Scott’s rising heartbeat or when your eyes mysteriously were scarlet, you still could not figure out that Scott McCall was in love with you. 

“You should tell her.” Stiles encouraged his best friend. Lydia and Malia nodded in agreement. “I mean, (Y/N)’s got a big brain but she can’t put together this puzzle.” 

“Not only because she’s oblivious but because so many guys are planning to ask her to out.” Lydia added. “She’s single but supernaturally, she isn’t.” 

“I’m not marking her.” Scott, the forever gentlemen, scoffed. The bell rang and Stiles pulled his friend along with him. 

“Your time’s ticking away, Scott.” Stiles shook his friend, trying to shake some courage into him. 

You were already in your biology class. With the big letters of POP QUIZ written on the board, you decided to do extra studying. Your nose was pressed so far into the book, you didn’t see Scott and Stiles enter. You also didn’t see Stiles scrambling to a seat behind you and Scott basically rush into the empty seat next to you before some lacrosse player occupied it. But you did hear the slight warning growl coming from your alpha. 

You pried your eyes away from your book and raised an eyebrow, questioningly, at Scott. But before you could verbally tease him about it, your teacher started passing out the quiz. 

As you began your test, you realized Stiles had been coughing and clearing his throat excessively which obviously distracted you for he did it rather loudly. You and Scott glanced at each other for a split second but you quickly looked away, feeling heat rushing to your face. Scott, on the other hand, turned slightly to his friend and glared while Stiles returned two thumbs up.

Scott took a deep breath and tapped your arm. You gave him a confused look but he just looked over at your paper. “Scott, stop trying to cheat.” You whispered. 

“I’m not…” Scott replied but was shushed by the teacher. After a few moments, he whispered again. “I saw a mistake on your paper.” 

Your eyes widened as you scanned your paper. “Where? I don’t see-” 

Scott smirked, even though you couldn’t see him. He looked up and made sure the teacher’s back was turned a different direction. He reached over and pointed at your name. 

“Uh… what?” You inquired, looked at your alpha. 

That Should Say McCall.” Scott and you kept your eyes on each other before the teacher separated the two of you. 

After class, the two of you met outside the classroom. “I was not aware that my name is now (Y/N) McCall.” You sassed. Scott wrapped his arms around you.

“Oh good you told her!” Lydia smiled. 

“Finally, we can stop pretending that we don’t know they’re mates.” Malia grinned. You perked up at that. 

“Wait what?” You asked, looking at Scott for an explanation.

“It’s a long story but before i explain that, I just have to-” He then pulled you in for a long awaited kiss. 

“Looks like he’s going to mark her.” Stiles muttered to the two ladies.


Top 20 McCall Pack Dynamics: (as voted by my followers)
   ⇾ #1. Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski

“Scott, just listen to me, okay? You’re not no one. Okay? You’re someone. You’re Scott, you’re my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you’re my brother. All right, so if you’re gonna do this, then I think you’re just gonna have to take me with you.”

Protecting What’s His. (Derek Hale Imagine)

Request: Could you do an imagine of Peter or Derek I don’t mind who, is overprotective of his pregnant girlfriend. Maybe he growls at the pack when they try to touch her. Thank you.


I Hope You Enjoy!

You never imagined your life to be like this. It had been no secret about your attraction to Derek Hale, but in a moment of weakness and to spite your father, whom you had been estranged with at the time, you had some intimate moments with the werewolf. Those moments lead to life changing events and here you stood in front a mirror with a hand over your swollen stomach. 

After word got out that you were carrying Derek’s baby, your bond with your father had somehow grown stronger. He provided the support you needed and Derek had been with you every step of the way. “I never understood why my mother was always called beautiful when she was pregnant with Cora.” Derek whispered, causing you to snap your attention onto him. “Now I know why.” 

“You’re so cheesy. I have no idea why my brother calls you sourwolf.” You smiled as you walked over to him. “Isn’t there a meeting that you should be entertaining downstairs?” 

“The whole pack has to be there, (Y/N), and you know that includes you.” You smiled as your hands intertwined with Derek’s. Everything about the two of you felt and looked so right. You started to think that this baby that you were carrying was truly a gift sent from above. 

“There’s the lovely couple.” Peter remarked, his feet on your coffee table. You frowned at Derek’s uncle before swatting his feet off. “Oops, I forgot. My… That child is growing ain’t it?” His hand reached towards your stomach, and naturally you were used to people attempting to rub your belly to feel the baby kick, but Derek growled. 

All heads snapped towards the former alpha whose eyes were glowing a piercing blue. “Der?” You questioned, backing away from Peter to go console your boyfriend. But the moment that your gentle hand caressed his forearm, his eyes instantly faded back to normal and he looked less alert as he leaned into your touch. “You okay?”

As if nothing happened, he said he was doing fine before continuing on with the meeting. You gave a confused look and silently questioned your younger brother about it. Stiles acclaimed himself saying that he knew everything there is to know about werewolves for his best friend was one. He only gave his spastic shrug before listening into the meeting. 

During the meeting you decided to stand up and walk around to stretch your legs. After a few minutes, Kira asked Scott to get her something to drink and him being the most caring person he is, went to do so, in the process unintentionally bumping shoulders with you. You saw Derek tense up again, his eyes shifting colors, as he growled a second time.

Scott stopped in his tracks and turned around. “Is he… jealous?” Scott questioned. You tilted your head, studying Derek’s body language. He’d never give into his wolf side when he was jealous. And when this happened before, he seemed to be in a state of anger before you touched him and woke him up. 

“Scott, touch me again.” You whispered. Scott gave you a wary look before poking your cheek. Derek got up from his seat and growled louder this time, barring his fangs. You smiled a little. “He’s not jealous. He’s Protecting What’s His.” Lydia awed at this before stating that it was absolutely cute. You walked over to Derek and pecked him on the lips which made him calm down immediately. 

“No one touches my girls.” You put your hand over your mouth as tears welled up in your eyes. You made Deaton promise not to share the information about the gender to anyone, including you and Derek. 

“We’re having a girl?” You questioned, putting your hand on your stomach. Derek nodded before pulling back into a kiss which you actually pulled away from moments later. A sudden mood swing happened and you found yourself slapping Derek on his chest repeatedly. “IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SURPRISE!” 

Originally posted by hoechlins

Still Beautiful. (Pack/Scott McCall Imagine)

Request: Hey can you do a teen wolf imagine where the reader is Derek’s little sister and is covered in burn scars from the fire so she is really self conscious about her body, but the pack tries to make her feel better about herself. -thanks!

Okay, I’m sorry I’m incredibly inactive when it comes to actually writing and posting things. It’s really hard to this when you have school and finals. But now that I’m on Winter Holiday, I think we’re good…

Another note, I felt as if this would be really cute as a Scott McCall imagine and seeing as I haven’t written anything for Scott, I went ahead and made it a Scott McCall imagine as well. I hope you don’t mind that I did so.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! But bear with me. :)

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by 1-800-boys

Scott has only seen your body once. It was the night of a full moon and Derek called him in a panic as he realized you, being a young, evolved wolf, had shifted and ran off into the forest. After Scott roared at you, you shifted back into your naked human form that had burn scars and marks all over your body. But even though you saw yourself as a complete monster, fangs and scars and all, Scott assured you that he saw nothing short of beauty.

But Scott’s constant compliments and Derek’s support never stopped your wavering confidence. Although most days you’ve come to terms that you will never heal nor share the same physique as your sister Cora, some days you never felt at home in your own body. And today was one of those days. 

The pack decided to go to the beach, of all places. And although Scott urged them to choose a new location, in fear that the venue would upset you, you encouraged their plans. He drove Stiles’s jeep, with Stiles as passenger, and you and Lydia in the back. Lydia was sporting a summer dress with her swim suit underneath while you wore Scott’s baggy sweater and some cut offs that showed off the only part of your body that hadn’t been burned by the fire.

Scott glanced at you in worry, getting a whiff of your anxious chemo signals, but you gave him a reassuring smile. The others had been looking forward for today and you certainly didn’t plan to be the kill joy. 

As the pack unloaded, you offered to stay back to watch their things. Only Malia, Lydia, and Scott found this odd but the two girls rushed off into the cool ocean waters, thinking that it was just girly problems. But Scott knew. 

“You okay?” He asked, sitting down next to you. You nodded. “I’ll stay with you.”

“Go, have fun with the others. I’m fine.” You assured your boyfriend. And although he knew better, Scott nodded and discarded his shirt before giving you a peck on the lips and running into the waters. 

As time went on and as the beach got more and more packed, you couldn’t help but feel out of place in Scott’s sweater as you watched other girls show off their blemish free bikini-ready bodies. A group of teenage boys parked themselves next to the pack’s belongings, you sat on a beach towel and they snickered as they whispered. You being a werewolf, heard every single word and “prude” had been their popular phrase. And their comments never stopped. You closed your eyes in fear that tears would fall from your eyes.

You didn’t realize that the pack had soon surrounded you, taking a break from their fun. Scott nudged you. “What’s wrong babe?” He whispered. You shook your head, feeling a tear roll down your cheek. 

“Aw… She’s crying. Bet you he broke up with that prude for the hot girl with the red hair.” A boy joked loudly to his friends, causing the group to laugh. Malia growled, hearing his comment. 

“Hey, leave her alone.” Liam snapped. 

“She can’t fend for herself?” A boy laughed. You took a deep breath, feeling your canines expanding. Scott grabbed onto your forearm and rubbed it soothingly. But you snapped your hand away and got up. “She doesn’t even let him touch her. She is a prude.” You heard Stiles’s voice arguing for your defense but you were too busy listening to the ocean, in an attempt to block out the voices, to pay attention. 

Scott had grabbed onto your waist and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. “I love you, you know.” He whispered. You nodded. “Those guys are asses. You’re beautiful.” You turned and smiled at him, giving him a peck on the lips. 

“I don’t care what they think.” You whispered back, more to convince yourself than him. “You are the most truthful person I know, Scott. You wouldn’t lie.” 

“No I won’t.” Scott said, pecking your lips once more. 

“Well I want to show you something.” You smiled, feeling a rush of confidence you never felt before. Scott gave you a confused look as you bolted for the water, his sweater flying through the air. 

Scott ran after you and splashed into water. You greeted him with a long, passionate kiss as he took in what was in front of him. You wore a black bikini, that showed off your werewolf physique and although you were self conscious about the scars that detailed your every curve, you knew that Scott found you beautiful and in his gaze you felt beautiful. 

“Woah, there’s that boy with a hot chick.” You both heard the familiar voice of that boy from earlier. 

“That’s the same girl you idiots called a prude.” Lydia smirked as Scott pulled you into another kiss. 

“Scars or no scars, (Y/N). You’re Still Beautiful to me.” Scott told you, lovingly. 

I Promise. (Theo Raeken Imagine)

Inspired by last night’s 2 episode special of Teen Wolf. 

If you aren’t caught up on Teen Wolf, I highly suggest not to read this because there will be some spoilers. Like straight up in the first paragraph there’s spoilers.

Quick PSA: The Flash Imagines/Requests aren’t going to be done because I’m waiting for the next season to start up. 

Requests are open

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

“This is a stupid idea.” you said in a Malia-styled blunt fashion. And to be fair, the plan was stupid. Theo and Scott knelt outside in front of the two body bags that contained the dead bodies of the deputies. “She’ll notice.” 

Lydia looked back at you with a slightly irritated expression. “If this plan falls apart, stay behind me.” She instructed you, the mere human. She turned her attention back on the two boys outside.

When Theo and Scott looked over at each other, you knew the plan had quickly gone awry. But when Theo glanced at you through the window of the sheriff’s station,you felt your heart drop. We were all going to die here, you thought. As Lydia grabbed your arm, getting ready to tuck you away safely behind her,  you saw Scott’s father step up in front of the crowd of angry hunters.

It was explained that you all would have to leave Beacon Hills immediately. Before you could question if you were included seeing as you were human, Mr. McCall said he would recommend it, explaining that he wouldn’t want the hunters tempted to attack you if you stayed behind.

You all walked outside the police station, the hunters stood, heads held high with their guns at their sides. And you immediately thought that this was it. That although they found a compromise with Scott’s father, they would all shoot at you all on the spot. Your heart began to beat fast as your anxiety began to take over. Your eyes wandered in anxiousness as you felt a bead of sweat fall from your forehead. 

You thought that a full blown anxiety attack would occur until a strong hand intertwined its fingers with yours, the thumb began rubbing small, soothing circles on your hand. You looked up and saw Theo’s jaw clenched, his eyes which held a fierce glare forward, but hand in yours. And you found yourself calming with every passing second. 

You were stuffing your suitcase in a frenzy that when it finally closed, it looked as if it would explode. You knew that Scott had an ulterior motive as to why he agreed to his father’s ceasefire, but the thought of a war made you panic. You were worried about your death. Does it hurt still when you pass on? What happens when you finally do? What would happen to your friends? What if they die? You barely handled Allison’s death, what would happen if all your friends were to die? The thought nearly tore you apart.

“You sure know how to lightly pack.” A deep voice, startled you away from your thoughts. You turned around and saw Theo leaning on your door frame. “Your anxiety is… drowning me as well, (Y/N).” 

You sat down on your bed, putting your head in your hands. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream and sob, but you held it all in. You didn’t want to fall apart with Theo in the room. 

You heard his footsteps move in closer towards you. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his tone genuinely worried. 

You let out a shaky breath as you said. “I… I don’t want my friends to die. I don’t want to die, either.” 

You heard Theo shift around and suddenly he was kneeling in front of you, moving your hands away from your face. “You know I won’t let that happen.” He whispered. “(Y/N), I’ll be honest. I don’t give a crap about your friends.”

“That’s reassuring that you’re fighting alongside them.” You whispered, sarcastically. 

Theo chuckled. “Let me finish.” He took a deep breath. “I don’t care about what happens to your friends. Frankly, I could take Scott’s dad’s advice and flee the town. Let them handle it… But… I can’t leave Beacon Hills… because…. because you’re still here.” You looked into his green eyes. You thought this was a joke. That he was trying to pull a Nogistune on you and trick you, but in his eyes, you saw that he meant it. “Because… if I left knowing that I just left you here to die, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself… For a long time now, (Y/N), I’ve known that I love you. I would gladly put my life on the line if it means I’ll be able to save yours.” 

It was Theo who took a shaky breath this time. “I promise that I won’t let any of your friends die. And I promise that I will never let you die. Never. I Promise.” 

You both sat there in silence, staring at each other. You staring in awe of this confession, feeling the heat rise to your face. Theo staring and waiting for your reaction. And the wait was killing him. 

You smiled at him and pulled him up to meet your lips. “I love you, too, Theo.” You whispered. 

A Lonely New Years. (Stiles Stilinski Imagine)

Thought that this was appropriate for the event tonight.

Happy New Year’s Eve to everyone and if you’re already in 2017, Happy New Years to you!

I’ve decided that for the new year that my inbox will be wiped clean. It’s like a clean slate. I will reopen my inbox tomorrow on January 1st. (I live in Texas, USA so I’m in central time zone.) 

I hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by megabeautiful123

You watched the fireworks erupt in the sky from the window. The vibrant colors painting the dim night. You watched as the pack celebrated with one another. But you couldn’t understand why they were. Their friend was still missing. And from what you know, there was no way of getting him back. 

Lydia sat down on the couch next to you, taking a break from flirting with Aiden. She nudged your side as you gave her a forced smile. “Lighten up. I have a good feeling about this New Years.” 

You raised an eyebrow at your friend. “A banshee having a good feeling? That’s new. Care to elaborate?” Her full, red lips formed into a smirk. 

“You’ll see. But stop sulking, (Y/N). This isn’t A Lonely New Years.” Lydia told you before being pulled away Aiden. 

You drank from your red solo cup but Scott snatched the drink away from you. “You’re not a werewolf. You know alcohol is going to have an affect on you.” He scolded.

“Why you being a narc?” You sassed, attempting to take the cup from him. “I’m not even drunk yet.” 

“You have to be sober when that clock strikes 12, (Y/N).” Scott smiled. “I didn’t get you a Christmas present, I hope you accept a New Years present instead.” You gave him a confused look as he handed you a bottle of water. “You’ll want to remember tonight.”

“If you’re planning to hook up with me, McCall, you’re gonna want me drunk. There is no way in hell, that I’d sleep with my boyfriend’s best friend.” It was your turn to scold him. Scott only gave you a joking smile before walking away. 

You rolled your eyes as you eyed the clock. Five minutes remaining until you all enter a new beginning. Your eyes wandered around the room as everyone seemed to be gravitating towards their significant others. Lydia and Aiden. Scott and Allison. Liam and Hayden. Danny and Ethan. Malia and Theo, who everyone was hesitant to let into the party but people decided to let bygones be bygones. Corey and Mason. Hayden and Liam. Even Derek and Braeden showed up. Your heart began to race as you noticed Peter walking over to you. Although he has redeemed himself to the pack, you were scared that he might offer be your New Year’s Kiss. 

“Stiles told me to tell you that he loves you and that not a day goes by that he doesn’t think about you.” He told you. Two minutes.

“Well you tell him that I feel the same way.” You whispered a sad smile creeping onto your face.

Peter had a smug smirk on his face. In a few moments, it became 1 minute left, he then said, “Tell him yourself.” You gave him another confused look before following his gaze. 

And there he was. 

You got up from the couch as they all started counting down and ran towards Stiles. You melted into his touch. “Are you real? Stiles, is this really you?” You gasped, tears of joy falling from your eyes. “How-When-What?” 


Stiles cupped your face in his hands. “You’re so beautiful. It’s almost like you got even more beautiful. Nevermind that, you got even more beautiful.” 


“I missed you so much.” You whispered.


Everyone was watching this reunion. You didn’t understand what happened. What you didn’t know was that the pack managed to defeat the ghost riders from right under your nose. It was a hard battle but they’d do anything to save him. And you were so thankful for their determination. 


“I love you.” Stiles whispered.


“I love you, too.” You responded as the fireworks went crazy, signalling the start of the 2017. Stiles pulled you in into a kiss. And it was like finding that one puzzle piece that you couldn’t find for a long time. 

And you both finally felt complete again.