#tyler posey drabble

[teenwolfpackincorrectcaptions]

Scott and Stiles were roommates in college for about two weeks but after walking into the apartment one too many times to see Stiles and Derek going at it, he decided that it would be better to find his own place. When he walked into the apartment to see Stiles walking out of his room in a matching red bra and pantie set, he knew he made the right choice.

[codychristiantreasures]

Truths, bets, and buddies.

Let’s pretend Theo was in the TW Movie.

You’re in the show + movie in this scenario

This was so rushed because I wanted to get it written down before I lost the idea

Warnings: mentions of kissing and making out, mentions of drinking

You had all just gotten to Tyler’s house after the Teen Wolf Movie watch party. He thought it would be fun to have a couple people over for some drinks and to hang out.

You were all squished together on the couches, talking, drinking and having a good time. You hadn’t even realized that over the past hour you have slowly been leaning into Cody’s side. He had his arm on the back of the couch behind you so it made for a very comfortable position. You looked up at Cody and apologized and tried to get up. He put his hand on your shoulder and said “Don’t worry. You’re good” with the sweetest smile. You smiled back and got comfortable again. This wasn’t abnormal for this group. You were all very comfortable with each other.

After a couple more rounds of drinks, Tyler puts a game onto the table in front of everyone. “You guys want to play a drinking game? It’s pretty much truth or dare without the dares and you have to drink if you have done what is on the card.” He says to everyone. “Sounds easy enough. Let’s play” Dylan O says.

“Drink if you have ever gone camping with another person playing” Dylan O reads. Everyone drinks, remembering the wild camping trip you all went on last summer. You smile to yourself, thinking about when you and Cody went on a walk together during that trip and he kissed you. Holland reads the next card “If you have more than half a drink left, drink up!” She scans everyone’s drinks and calls out everyone needing to drink. You were able to dodge that round.

“Drink if you have kissed another person playing” Cody reads out. Everyone drinks, including you and Cody. No one thinks anything of it because your characters had a brief romance in the show so you all carried on with the game. You pick up a card and read it to yourself first. “This is a good one.” You thought to yourself. “Everyone who is older than you, drink!” You said with a grin. “That is all of you! I’m safe.” You said again watching everyone take a sip. Sprayberry finished his drink and said he was going to get another. You then stood up and told him you would get everyone another round because it was the least you could do after pulling a lucky card. “I’ll help you carry them” Cody said while getting up. You walked into the kitchen, pulling out everyone’s drinks when you felt Cody’s hands on your hips. You turned around to see him smiling at you. “This outfit looks so good on you. I mean you look good in everything you wear but this looks reeeeally good. This is all coming out wrong. I didn’t mean for that to sound like you don’t look good-“ “Babe, it’s ok. Stop rambling and kiss me already.” Cody wastes no time and leans in. You didn’t think that much time had passed, so caught up in your makeout session with your boyfriend. “You two just won me $40” Sprayberry said, causing you two to stop suddenly. “So how long has this been a thing? I could get another $20 if it’s been since the camping trip last summer” “Well I guess you’re $60 richer” Cody says while laughing. “Wait, you guys were betting on us?” You asked Sprayberry. “Yeah? Sorry! We placed bets because some of the group didn’t think you guys were together and you know us, always a competitive group.” “What gave us away?” Cody asked. “Besides me walking in on you two just now? You two are always together, you’re more touchy feely than usual, the way you look at each other now. The list goes on.” He says with a laugh. Sprayberry leaves the kitchen with the drinks and you two hear him say “pay up! You all should have listened to me!” You and Cody bust out laughing and return to your friends.

[allisluv]

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[whyiwrite]

“Cool. Cool. This is fine. My best friend is a werewolf. This is totally normal.”

“Are you freaking out?” Tyler asked.

“No! No, what? Why would I be freaking out?” asked Y/N, who was definitely freaking out.

[ssimagines]

Make It Through|| Scott McCall

Pairing: Scott McCall x Reader

Word Count: 734

Warnings: I don’t think there is any 

Request:   Are you still writing? I hope so cause your writing is amazing!!! Do you take Scott McCall req? Also prompts? (Lots of questions yikes sorry) where the reader is dating Scott and find out about her pregnancy either Melissa or Stiles finding out too? With the prompts: 50. “You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?” & 55. “Don’t use me as an example. I wasn’t a good kid.” Thank you in advance if you don't accept it that's alright.

Prompts:  50. “You got her pregnant?! What were you thinking?”

                  55. “Don’t use me as an example. I wasn’t a good kid.”

Note: I forgot to add word count and warnings at the beginning. That’s fixed now. It’s kinda short so I’m sorry about that. It obviously took me quite some time, but enjoy. 

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“YOU GOT HER PREGNANT?!?” Melissa screamed at her son. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? DO YOU KNOW WHAT REPERCUSSIONS THIS CAN HAVE ON YOUR FUTURE? DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT COULD HAPPEN WITH YOU BEING A WEREWOLF?”

Scott sat there staring at his mother as she screamed at the two of you. Your hand was secured tightly in his as he gave it a gentle squeeze of reassurance. Every time Melissa started a new sentence, you flinched at her harsh words. She was pacing back and forth probably creating a rut in the floor.

Scott had insisted that he tell his mother about your pregnancy. After all, you had found out nearly two months ago and you were starting to show ever so slightly. Scott wanted to come down and tell her sooner, but so much had been going on when you found out that it got put off. Now though you were better off for waiting.

You and Scott had put a lot of thought into what was going to happen that you were pregnant. The two of you had created a plan for the future to present to her, but Melissa was not letting you get a word in edge wise.

The two of you were no longer in high school as you had graduated nearly a year ago. Scott was going to college to be a vet just like you had planned. The two of you were living together. You were planning on getting married in the fall. The baby might not have been in your initial plan so soon, but it was still there. Now it would become before the wedding.

“Mom!” Scott yelled causing Melissa to shut up and look at her son.

Scott had stood up from his spot on the couch and towered over his mother. He stepped towards her taking her into his arms and holding her close. Melissa relaxed into his arms and wrapped her around him.

A small smile crept onto your face as you watched them. You had always admired the close relationship Scott had with his mother. All the hormones in your body now heightened that admiration making you think of how great a father that man was going to be.

The two hugged from another moment before Melissa pulled away.

“Come here,” Melissa did waving you over.

You stood up off the couch and came to her. You wrapped your arms around her and she reciprocated the hug. Scott laid his hand on your shoulder as you pulled away from his mother.

Both of you laughed. Scott guided you back to the couch, and Melissa sat in the arm chair close to you.

“So, what is your plan?” Melissa said. “You do have a plan, right?”

“Well, we figured that we would have the baby in our room for the first few months,” Scott started.

“Then we thought we would get a bigger pace with another room,” you continued. You looked to Scott and smiled. He returned the smile. You reached over and grabbed Scott’s hand giving it a squeeze. The reassuring loving squeeze you got in return

“And the wedding?” Melissa said.

“It’s still in our plans,” Scott said. “but We are moving it to a little later. We were thinking next spring. The baby is due in December and Y/N doesn’t want to be pregnant during the wedding.”

“I don’t want to look like a white balloon,” you said laughing a little. Your joke caused Melissa to laugh as well, but the look fell from her face.

“And the werewolf thing?” Melissa said. The anxiety was evident on her face as her cheeks tensed.

“We talked to Derek already…” you started.

“He said that everything should be fine,” Scott said. “The baby might not be a werewolf, but if they are it won’t present itself until at earliest three years old. It’s good.”

“Well, it sounds like you have everything all figured out,” Melissa said letting out a sign of relief.

You smiled at her and reached for her hand. Once it was in her grasp, she gave your hand a squeeze.

“If you could do, we can too,” Scott said with a large smile on her face.  Melissa threw head back laughing.

“Don’t use me as an example. I wasn’t a good kid,” She said. You smiled largely at that and laughed along with her. This was your family.

[hainethehero]

TEEN WOLF: THE MOVIE (2022) | ALTERNATIVE OPENING SCENE

Try as he might, Derek finds it mightily difficult to blink or even move his body after the mind-bending orgasm he'd just had. It was powerful, and exquisite and magical and holy fuck he just came inside the Sheriff's fucking kid.

Well, Stiles was twenty-five now and already had a career with the Federal Bureau of Investigation aka the FBI and was a whole ass adult now. But some part of Derek always felt like Stiles was still the same goofy, annoying hardass boy he'd always been when they met. Full of mischievous humour and gleeful eyes, like a forest sprite always looking for amusement.

And he was beautiful.

My God was he the most gorgeous, ethereal human being Derek had ever laid eyes upon. He was still pale as an alabaster sculpture, face dusted with darkened freckles and moles. And his lips- fuck- Derek feels his cock twitch at the memory of those pink, plush lips around his thick cock. He wondered with passing interest where the fuck Stiles had learned to suck cock like that and then glances over to the body next to him.

He can hear the soft puffs of air as Stiles breathes slowly, one fist curled up under his chin. Derek's nostrils flare as he inhales the scent of them both on Stiles' body. He's got Derek's long sleeved shirt on and the thought makes Derek's chest and groin throb. Dark lashes sweep prominent cheekbones and a soft moan escapes the human's sweet mouth. Derek smiles despite himself, remembering the way Stiles had cried after cumming a total of seven times, complaining that he was 'too fucking sensitive Derek!'

Fuck, after all these years, he was still madly in love with the kid he met in the woods.

[skiesofthesketchy]

Dibs

Drabble

Prompt: “Are you lost?”

Word Count: 1,334

(you’re welcome for this collection of gifs)

“Shit” you muttered to yourself. You were in complete disarray and stressed out beyond belief, hardly focusing on where you were going as you navigated down the busy hallways of the high school. Starting at a new school halfway through the semester is proving to be nearly impossible. You continued striding down the corridor as you struggled to stuff papers into your backpack while also handling three different textbooks in your arms. ‘How will I ever catch up?’ you wondered, thinking about all the work that you needed to do. You didn’t expect your first day at Beacon Hills to be so stressful. 

The bell rang loudly, signaling the start of fourth period. ‘Great, now I’m late.’ You squinted at the crumpled map in your possession, trying to figure out where your next class was. Spotting the location on the school map, you knew exactly where you were and reached for the door handle to the classroom without really looking. You pushed the door open and somehow in your disheveled state tripped on the way in.

Stumbling inside the room, you cursed loudly as your books fell out of your grasp, landing on the floor with a series of noisy slams. How you managed to trip over your own goddamn feet, you didn’t know. 

Without looking up, you bent down to quickly gather your things. You were even more annoyed now that you happened to embarrass yourself by basically falling into your new class. ‘First impressions last’ you thought amongst your scattered mind. You put off looking up to see who witnessed your unfortunate entrance as long as possible. 

“Are you lost?” a deep voice sounded, breaking you out of your thoughts. You snapped your head up to find the source of the voice, only to discover a very tall, very shirtless man standing in front of you.

Either you’re dreaming, or something is very wrong here. You jumped to your feet, confused but already finding yourself blushing in embarrassment. This definitely was not your fourth period classroom.

Your widened eyes scanned the room. The boy who spoke to you stood tall with chiseled features and a defined upper body on visible display. There were two other guys looking at you curiously. One with olive skin and dark eyes who also had a fit form, looking like he was in the process of putting on a red jersey before you barged in. The other boy had an amused expression on his face with hazel eyes gleaming, towel balled up under his arm. Of course, of all the rooms you could’ve stupidly walked into, you had to choose the boy’s locker room. 

“This isn’t biology,” you finally spoke, which lead you to immediately scold yourself. ‘Of course it’s not, idiot. That was the stupidest thing you could’ve possibly said.’ Your remark was met with amused chuckles from all three men standing before you.

“Nope, not quite,” the first unknown man spoke, who you would later learn to be Isaac Lahey. 

You urged yourself to say something or at least move, but another boy coming out of the row of lockers distracted you. He, like Isaac, was also only clad in a towel hanging around his hips, and nearly slipped when he caught sight of you. “What is she doing in here?” he asked aloud, presumably to the other teenagers. 

“Uh... nothing,” you choked out, face burning red. “S-sorry, I didn’t mean to--” you were a stuttering mess, which only added to your embarrassment. You shook your head to get a grip. “Don’t worry, I’m leaving. Sorry again,” you finished with a sheepish laugh. There was no use in covering up how flustered you were. You bent down again to gather your textbooks from the ground and get the hell out of there as fast as you could. 

“Here,” a different voice sounded from the space directly in front of you. Still without a jersey on, Scott McCall was crouched down by you, handing you one of your fallen books. You mumbled a thank you for his help, and his lips curved into a smile. You stood straight, finally ready to escape the stares of the boys in the locker room. “You must be new here,” Scott spoke again, stopping you from leaving.

“Pretty obvious, huh?” 

“Yeah, unless you were purposely trying to come into the boy’s locker room,” one of the other boys laughed, later to be revealed to you as Stiles Stilinski. All four men had stepped closer to surround you, seemingly undisturbed by your intrusion and more interested in engaging in conversation with you. 

“I wasn’t paying attention. I must’ve been reading the map upside down,” you tried to explain.

“Don’t worry,” Scott smiled. “You’ll get used to this school soon enough.” He was being so nice to you, but all you wanted to do was implode to get yourself out of this situation. You were not prepared to be trapped in conversation with four ridiculously attractive men, most of them shirtless.

You took a breath to mutter a quick excuse to escape, but a different voice broke your train of thought. “What have we got here?” Theo Raeken stood to your right after apparently sneaking around the corner of the lockers. His grey eyes scanned you up and down, his tone laced in obvious amusement, even more so than the other boys surrounding you. He was shirtless of course, and ripped as hell. ‘At least the guys at this school are hot,’ you thought. ‘Good thing I’ve already embarrassed the fuck out of myself in front of them,’ the voice inside your head added. “Someone’s bold,” the man smirked.

“I’m almost flattered that you’ve mistaken my clumsiness for boldness,” you laughed, forcing back your awkward tendencies. Thankfully, snickers from the group sounded at your response. “Now if you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I gotta run. Hopefully I’ll find my way to the right classroom this time.” You offered a smile as you turned to the door, having a better grip on all of the things in your arms. 

“Wait, new girl.” Isaac placed his hand on your shoulder, stopping you and turning you to face the group once again. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N,” you answered, trying not to blush, but you didn’t have that kind of control. 

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” Scott replied, a smile on his handsome face. 

Before more small talk could ensue, you spoke up quickly. “Nice to meet you all too, though the circumstance is weird as hell.” Your nervous laugh was joined by the chuckles of all the men that circled you. “I’ll have to learn your names later. I’m sure I’ll see you guys around, hopefully not in the boy’s locker room.” More laughs echoed around the room. “But I’m super fucking late, so I gotta go!” 

“Bye, Y/N,” they all called after you as a chorus, as you made a swift exit. You didn’t know it yet, but this semester at Beacon Hill High was going to change your life. The boys you left standing in the locker room, however, did somehow know that meeting you would change their lives too. 

“Dibs,” Liam called out, arrogantly.

“Yeah right, kid,” Stiles rolled his eyes at the young teen. “You’re the youngest. You don’t get to call dibs.”

“I get dibs,” Isaac stated. “I saw her first.”

“That’s debatable,” Scott laughed. 

“Please,” Theo scoffed. “Bad boy is definitely her type, so you guys can sit down and let me handle this one.” While a smirk rested on his lips, the other teenagers snickered and rolled their eyes. 

“I seriously doubt it. She’s a nice girl, and probably wants a nice guy. Like me,” Scott finished with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Or someone who’s charmingly handsome with a dash of awkward,” Stiles chimed in. 

They all chuckled, as it was all just in good fun. Each of them, however, couldn’t hide their curiosity and intrigue for the new girl in Beacon Hills. 

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I Always Have [S.M.]

Request: YES SCOTT REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!! can i request one where the reader has liked him for a long time (even when allison was still alive) and somehow he finds out and they get together? can it be a little smutty? if you’re uncomfortable with doing that then it’s totally fine! THANK YOU💗💗

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count:1,999

“This is stupid.”

“No, it’s fun.”

“No, it’s stupid.” You repeat, meeting Lydia’s eyes. “And ridiculous.”

Sighing, Lydia shakes her head. You raise a brow when she sets her hand on your shoulder, almost as if she’s about to give you some life-long advice, before meeting her gaze once more. “Y/N, darling, you have to learn to live a little.”

“Balancing life between the supernatural and the normal, I think i’ve lived a life-time of excitement.”

Tsking, Lydia shakes her head, moving her grip so both of her hands are pressed flat against your back. Before you know it, you’re being practically shoved forward, weaving your way through the crowd of intoxicated and very loud students, desperate not to drop your drink. Your eyes are wide, but you don’t fight Lydia, letting her lead you in the direction of the living room.

“Look who I brought!”

Scott, Stiles, Kira, Malia and a few others you don’t recognize all look up at the sound of Lydia’s voice, their eyes brightening when they saw you. With a sheepish grin and a slight blush on your cheeks, Lydia finally steps away from you as you raise your hand in a small greeting, mumbling a hi to everyone. 

“Not willingly,” you add with a smirk in Lydia’s direction.

“Oh, hush,” she rolls her eyes, taking her spot next to Malia. You let your eyes wander across the small group, looking for an open seat, only to find the last one next to Scott.

How typical.

With a nervous swallow, you shyly sit down next to him, meeting his eyes with a small smile when grins over at you. Your arm brushes against his, which practically makes your heart begin to race like crazy.

You’ve had a crush on Scott for years, even when him and Allison were a thing. And the worst part was that you had been Allison’s best friend. Her best friend that was in love with her boyfriend, and even now, when she was gone, you still couldn’t get over your strong feelings for the boy. You couldn’t rightly explain them, but every time he was near (which was a lot given that you were apart of the pack) you found it hard to breathe. Your heart would pound against your chest, like it was now, and your cheeks would grow warm even if it was as normal as just meeting his eyes from across the room.

You had it bad for Scott, but you couldn’t act on it. Because of Allison.

“Okay, Lydia,” Stiles speaks up, raising a brow over at the girl as he leans into Malia’s side. “You brought us all here, why?”

“Because.” she begins, the edges of her lips curled into a bright grin as she claps her hands before her in excitement. “We’re going to play a game.”

Kira, as innocent as ever, raises a brow; “what game?”

“Spin the bottle.”

You nearly choke on your drink in surprise, eyes widening. Oh God...

“You okay?”

Swallowing the rest of your drink quickly, you set your hand against your chest, turning to Scott as he stares back at you in concern. Waving off his concern with a slight shake of your head, you smile softly in his direction; “yeah, yeah,” you nod, trying to hide your embarrassment. “I’m fine.”

“So,” Lydia speaks up, pulling your attention on her as she sets an empty wine bottle down in the middle of the coffee table. “Who wants to go first?”

“Lydia,” you sigh, “maybe this isn’t such a good idea--”

“Nonsense,” Lydia scoffs, rolling her eyes at you. “it’s perfect. Besides, it’s just a little kiss, what’s the harm in that?”

As silence echoes, you let your eyes wander across the rest of the group, searching for some who agrees with you. “Kira?”

“Sorry,” she shrugs apologetically, “seems like fun.”

Turning to Scott, you’re practically internally praying he’ll agree. “Scott?”

Nonchalantly, Scott mimics Kira, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s just a kiss,” he reminds, shifting forward slightly. “Here, i’ll start.”

Sinking back into your seat, your eyes watch the bottle carefully as it begins to spin. Part of you wants it the bottle to land on you, but then another, smaller, but more moral part of you hopes it doesn’t.

Your inner dilemma ends short however when the end of the bottle stops at Kira.

The two of them gaze at each other nervously, Kira’s cheeks warming slightly, but they don’t hesitate for long before leaning towards one another. You hate it, but a deep jealousy burns through your entire body as they press their lips against one another, unable to stop yourself from wishing that it was you kissing Scott instead of Kira.

But it’s over before you know.

“Oooh!” Stiles exclaims, “me next! Me next!”

The excitement from Stiles’ face quickly fades the moment the bottle stops, landing on one of the senior boys playing with you all.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me...”

They kiss and then everyone goes around, spinning the bottle, kissing and then repeating the process. You end up having to kiss Lydia at one point, and then another random freshmen, but, overall, it’s fun enough. Though, every time it is your turn, you can’t help but mentally pray that it’ll land on Scott -- it never does.

You let out a laugh as Scott and Stiles pull back from one another, faces twisted together in absolute disgust. Stiles is dramatically scratching at his lips, moaning and groaning as Scott just curls into himself uncomfortable.

“Okay, then,” Lydia speaks up, clapping her hands before herself. “Last turn.” Turning to her, you raise a brow when her eyes fall on you. Though, the moment the mischievous look in her eyes become clear, your heart plummets. “Y/N, you’ll be taking the last turn.”

Knowing better than to argue with the girl, you only let out one small sigh before sitting up, reaching out and spinning the bottle. It almost seems like it’s been spinning for hours before it finally stops, just continuously going around and around. Then, the one time you hadn’t even really wished for it, it lands on Scott.

It causes your eyes to widen, turning to the boy beside you with parted lips as he mimics your expression. All seems to fade as the realization at what’s about to happen seems to sink in.

Here you were, about to kiss the boy you’ve had a crush on for years. And it was all because of some stupid game.

Coughing slightly, Scott runs a hand through his head; “ready?”

As ready as you’ll ever be...

Smiling shyly, you nod.

Scott first sets his palm on the your left cheek, cupping it and pulling you closer. You almost turn into putty at his touch, easily abiding to his will as your hand moves to his knee, his free hand falling on your waist. Then, with almost a startlingly inhale, Scott’s lips are pressed against your own. And it’s everything you could’ve have ever wished for, everything you always dreamed it being like.

It practically takes your breath away.

Your eyes fall shut with ease, and you find yourself curling into him, your hand moving from his knee to cup his jaw, pulling him close.

And then, there’s a cough, and it registers in both of you that this kiss had been going on a moment too long. So, you both hastily pull back, red in the cheeks as the rest stare in surprise.

“Damn...” You hear Stiles mumble.

But you can barely hear him, or the whoops and cheers that echo in the background. Cause the moment you pull back, your eyes meet Scott’s and something tells you you aren’t the only one who felt that. Felt that passion and the amount of emotion that had just been poured into that kiss.

You’re not the only one whose speechless.

-

“Thanks for, um, for driving me home.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.”

Swallowing thickly, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as you turn to face Scott, softly shutting your bedroom door behind you.

“Thanks for inviting me inside,” Scott adds after a moment, causing you to laugh slightly.

“It seemed only right,” you shrug, pushing off your door to cross your bedroom and fall next to him on the edge of your bed. You feel your shoulder lightly bump into him as silence falls over the both of you. The atmosphere is thick, awkward, just like it had been between the two of you since that kiss back at Lydia’s party.

The drive had been awkward enough, and truly, you weren’t sure why you invited Scott inside. It wasn’t like this was his first time over, or the first time you two have been alone, but now it was just different. And you figured, for a long time, it had been different. There seemed to just be a moment in your friendship when you both realized your friendship was more than just that, but neither of you acted on it.

You tense slightly when Scott’s hand falls on your thigh, your chin tilting upwards to meet his eyes.

“Scott...”

“I can’t be the only one whose felt this,” he whispers, gaze unwavering. “During that kiss, we... I...”

Licking your bottom lip, you inhale sharply. “No,” you mumble, voice barely audible. “You weren’t. I felt it too.”

Then, at your words, Scott’s hand slowly begins to raise. It brings goosebumps to your skin as his fingers lightly trace all the way up to your jaw, before moving to cup your cheek. Your eyes stay heavy on his own the entire time, with the odd glance down at his lips. The two of you are barely inches apart, and you can feel his breath on your face as you both remain completely silent. This is the closest, minus your previously shared kiss, that the two of you have ever been.

And it’s driving you crazy.

Then, Scott inches forward, and your hand moves of it’s own accord, grasping his wrist and halting his movements.

It causes Scott to pull back, confusion flooding his gaze as he frowns. “What is it?’

“We can’t,” you mumble hoarsely, shaking your head as your eyes lower.

“What?” Scott questions, his hand moving to tilt your chin upwards. “Why not?”

You hesitate, unsure. Then, with a low and quiet voice, you mutter; “Allison.” And Scott’s face falls, realization setting in as you inhale deeply. “I want to,” you continue, nodding up at him. “I really do. But... I can’t. I can’t do that to her.”

You move to pull away, half way turning before Scott catches you, pulling you back towards him in one quick stride. It causes you to gasp out in surprise, unable to stop him before he’s pressing his lips against your own. And at first, you move to stop him, but just like before, you’re putty in his hands. You practically bend to his will just because he’s Scott, and you find yourself returning the kiss a second later, your hand left out before you in surprise.

It’s just as amazing as the first one.

Then, when Scott pulls away, you breathless, he leans his forehead against your own. “Allison would want me to be happy,” he whispers, causing you to pause. “And i’m happy with you.”

Leaning back, you meet Scott’s gaze; “you are?”

“Yes,” Scott nods without hesitance, both hands moving to cup your cheeks as he smiles. “You’ve always made me happy, Y/N. And I want to be with you, and I think you do too.”

“I do,” you whisper breathlessly, “I always have.”

Scott grins, not wasting another second before pressing his lips against your own again. It’s chaste, pulling back in the next second but his lips remain hovering over your own. Then, Scott whispers; “you’re okay with this?” He asks, his hands moving to grab the hem of your shirt. “You want this?”

“I always have.”

-

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[multi-fandom-imagines8]

TW imagine Scott younger sister and u and Aiden r dating and u find out ur pregnant and Scott not happy about it at all

“Aiden, I’m pregnant!” You informed him.

“Shit! Your brother is gonna kill me”.

“No, he’s not. He likes you”.

“Not when he finds out I got you pregnant”.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out”.

“Y/n, no!”.

“Y/n, yes!”.

“Hey, big bro! Whatcha doing?” You tried to soften the mood.

“What do you want, Y/n?” Scott asked.

“Why would you presume that I want anything?”.

“Because that’s how you start the sentence everytime you want something or when you’ve done something that shouldn’t”.

“Fine, you caught me. I need to tell you something but promise me not to get mad”.

“Y/n, what did you do?”.

“Just promise me first”.

“Ok, I promise! Now tell me”.

“I.. am.. pregnant!”.

“AIDEN!!!” Scott shouted and went downstairs to ‘talk’ to him.

You ran after him and blocked his way “you promised not to get angry, Scott”.

“That was before you told me how bad the situation is. You’re my little sister”.

“And he’s your friend and I love him. Besides, it’s not a bad situation. It’s fine, I want to have this baby. I was only worried how you and mom would react”.

“Do you really want to have this child?”.

“Yes, Scott. I always wanted to have kids early. That way the age gap won’t be big” you assured him.

“Alright, if that’s truly what you want. Congratulations! Good luck telling mom!”.

[stilinskiimagines]

Helicopter Husband//Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Reader.

*REQUESTED*

Short and sweet 🤷🏻‍♀️

“Where are you going?” You poke your head out of the bathroom.

Scott and Stiles stop dead in their tracks. “I-uh..I..n-nowhere.” Stiles says, quirking an eyebrow as he turns to face you.

“Don’t lie.” You cross your arms.

“I said nowhere. Would I lie to my beautiful wife?”

“Cut the shit, Stilinski.” You sigh.

“You cut the shit, Stilinski.” He huffs.

“Just answer the question.”

“We’re going to Derek’s.” Scott says.

“Scott!” Stiles gapes as he turns to face his friend.

Scott shrugs and walks down the stairs, leaving you to glare at your husband.

“Pack meeting?” You ask.

“No.” Stiles raises an eyebrow. He was challenging you.

“Scott! Pack meeting?” You call out.

“Yeah!”

You raise an eyebrow back, “Why aren’t you taking me?”

“Because you don’t need to be involved.”

“But I want to be involved.” You argue.

“And I don’t want you to.” He shakes his head.

“Stiles, I’m not out fighting the bad guys like you are. I just want to lend a hand.” You sigh.

“I don’t want you there. Plain and simple.”

“Oh.” You take a step back from him, “Okay.”

“Y/N...” He reaches out for you, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you should go.” You turn around completely and walk to the bedroom. You close the door and sigh. He didn’t want you there. He didn’t want you to be involved. Maybe he was embarrassed of you. Maybe he didn’t want everyone to see the mistake he made by marrying you.

You flop onto the bed, wiggling under the blankets as you feel your heart begin to feel heavy.

“Baby girl?” Your favorite voice called softly, opening the bedroom door. He chuckles softly when he sees you, “Baby, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I don’t want you there because I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Really?” You mumble into the pillow.

“Really.” You feel the bed shift as he sits beside you. He runs his hand up and down your back over the blankets, “I don’t want you involved because once you’re in, there’s no getting out. You’re stuck and in danger forever.”

“Well, what if I told you I didn’t want you involved?” You lift your head up.

“I’d understand, but I’m already in. I’m very in. Out isn’t even in my vocabulary at this point.” He shrugs.

You move, spreading out across his lap. He laughs as he plays in your hair.

“I just want to help. I want to help you, and I want to help the pack.”

“And you’ll help me by staying home and cuddling with me. I told Scott to go on without me.”

You grin, “You did?”

“I couldn’t leave my princess all alone and sad, could I?”

You roll over, wrapping your arms around him to pull him with you. He kisses your forehead, “You’re my best friend, Y/N Stilinski. I would rather hang out with you on any given day.”

“But-“

He smiles as he places his hand on your cheek, moving his thumb in small circles, “No buts. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You mumble as you bury your head in his chest.

He pulls back and lifts your head up, pressing his lips to yours, “You’re my priority. The pack can wait.”

“I really just want to help. You can understand that, right?” You look up at him.

He nods, “Of course I do. I just wish you could see where I’m coming from. I’ve dealt with this since high school, you’re already in enough danger as it is by just being married to me.”

“Good. Makes our marriage thrilling.” You grin and he chuckles.

“You’re a dork.” He grins.

“You’re one to talk.” You retort, making him laugh, “You almost left our second date because I’d never seen Star Wars.”

“That makes me a nerd. Not a dork.” He corrects.

“Well, whatever you are, you’re mine. That will never change.” You kiss him repeatedly, making him smile.

[mccall-appreciation]

it took scott a long time to realize the kind of love malia gave. to realize between a bite shaped like a half moon meant ‘i trust you, and i want to do this with you’. scott was warmth during a cold winter, a reminder that there could still be peace during heartache. they are not the first people that each other has loved. their bodies feel used, a book that’s been picked up too often and placed in a dark basement, and there’s dust, but scott grabbed malia’s hand as if it said, ‘handle with care’. there are dark days, sometimes the dark days are simply a whiff of perfume that reminds him of her, or a glance at a boy who malia used to know but is happy for. there are times when they forget that they’re not supposed to be in love with other people, but then there’s a gentle hand, a sense of belonging during a long car ride going straight to nowhere. malia still fucks like a wild animal while scott is soft hands and hard ridges that have seen too much. there’s a peace in knowing that malia can’t hurt him, because he’s been hurt enough, because he trusts her not to hurt him, because they know that regardless of failed relationships, some not by choice – but because you can’t stopped a jagged edge of a sword, there’s still love left to give, and they may be two different people but they know what it takes to understand their kind of pain, and what it really feels like to drown. malia learned that she wasn’t a prize; she was a destination, one that scott took great pride in finding over faded lines in a map. if you were to ask malia what it felt like to love scott, she’d say, “warm.”

[tweenw]

Drunk-(Stiles Stilinski)

Characters: Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski and (Y/N)

Word Count: 698

Warnings: alcohol?

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Summary: you help a drunk Stiles(based on a request)

(A/N) I want to apologize in advance, I may not be posting as regularly as I do for a while, I am going through a rough patch right now.

I roll my eyes as I read over the text from Scott, Stiles’s werewolf friend, asking me if I could pick Stiles up because he’s too drunk to do anything. I run my hand through my hair in annoyance before grabbing the car keys for Roscoe and driving to the club I know they went to.

Stiles, Scott, Liam, Isaac and Derek all went out for a guys night out, just to let loose. But they seem to have forgotten that unlike them, their human friend Stiles is much too capable of getting drunk. And that’s why I haven’t bothered to go to sleep. I knew I’d have to deal with a drunk Stiles sooner or later. 

I pull up next to the entrance of the club and step out of the car. Immediately, I’m hit with a strong smell of alcohol, which is far from pleasant.

“(Y/N)! Thank God you came. I was beginning to think I’d have to carry him.” Scott shouts from one of the alleyways, which is where I go. Stiles is leaning against the wall, hands on his knees, and a massive smile on his face. The four guys are surrounding him, making sure he’s alright.

I send a quick nod to the guys, telling them I’ll handle it from here. Stiles is an extremely simple person, god bless. So there shouldn’t be too much hassle. 

As I walk towards Stiles, his head snaps up and his eyes widen, like he’s seeing a ghost. 

“You are pretty.” He grins a little, but immediately after his mouth turns into a big O.

“Not as pretty as my girl though. She could kick your ass, missy.” Stiles points at me with his finger, before looking at his finger and laughing to himself. I swear, I’ll never understand what goes on inside of the mind of a drunk person. 

I take a step forward and place my hand on my boyfriends back so I can lead him to his jeep, but he swats it away and stumbles to the side. 

“Hands off the goods missy. You can look but not touch, that’s the rules of window shopping.” Stiles slurs, hiccups a little, and sends a wink my way. 

I sigh in defeat. This is worse than I thought it would be. 

“C’mon stud, let’s get you in the car.” I groan a little and begin to walk towards his beloved jeep. 

Stiles looks at me like I just murdered someone. 

“I am not a prostitute, madame. I am a high class male species and I will not be objectified.” Stiles shouts at me, before stumbling to his jeep and getting into the passenger seat. Why did I even let him out with the bunch of them? That was a recipe for disaster. 

I get behind the wheel of the jeep and start driving to our house. 

“Don’t tell my girlfriend, but I cheated on her.” Stiles puts his finger in front of his lips and makes a ‘shh’ sound. 

My heart skips a beat, and I look at the man next to me with wide eyes. Did he just say he cheated on me?

“W-with who?” I can’t help my voice shaking a little. I swear I am going to leave his ass out in the middle of nowhere.

Stiles giggles like a little school girl before leaning in a whispering in my ear. 

“Roscoe.” 

I have to refrain myself from punching my boyfriend square in the face, and instead opt out for squeezing the wheel tightly. The asshole almost gave me a heart attack, and he was seconds from being thrown out of a moving car. 

“You’re drunk Stiles.” I mutter as I speed down the deserted roads of Beacon Hills. 

He rolls his eyes. “I am not fucking drunk.” 

Stiles sounds like a stubborn child, which is amusing. 

“Oh really? Can you tell the time?” I challenge him, and point to the little watch sellotaped next to the radio. 

Stiles clears his throat, before looking at the time. 

“I am not fucking drunk.” He mumbles. 

I have to bite my lip to stop myself from laughing at him. I can’t believe that this is the man I chose to love. 

[littlehastingsliar]

The Accident- Pack imagine

Request: Anon said:

Could you do a teen wolf pack imagine where the reader gets kicked out of the pack for a stupid reason, and then the next day she's pulling up to school with her brother and they get in a terrible accident right outside of the high school and like the whole school including the pack witnesses it and everyone freaks out (especially the pack) thank you💓

Words: 1806

A/N: I don’t know what exactly you were after so I hope this is ok xx remember if you ever want me to write anything, my inbox is always open <3

‘Just go for it’ you thought to yourself. Liam was stood at the opposite end of the corridor, sputtering his words to Hayden. He had promised you he’d work up the courage to ask her out but all that had happened so far was a short and awkward chat. You were getting frustrated. You knew Hayden liked Liam back and yet neither of them could see it. They were both blind.

You picked at your nails as you waited, listening intently to their conversation, or rather lack of one. You sighed, if you used your powers of mind control this would all be over in two seconds. You shook the thought out of your head. There was no way you were going to use your mind control on a friend, especially a member of the pack. You didn’t even know if your powers worked on other supernatural creatures, never having tried. The aggravation and curiosity build up inside you, seeping through every pore. ‘That’s it!’ you thought to yourself, strutting closer to Liam and Hayden. You stopped a few metres away from them, close enough for your powers to take their hold. You focused your mind on Liam, climbing inside his brain. Liam’s back tensed so his posture was rigid, you could see the vein in his upper arm throb as he tried to fight what was happening to him. Nevertheless, no matter how hard he fought, your powers maintained their hold.

You spoke the words in your head as if you were Liam. A small choked sound escaped Liam’s throat and with a hesitant voice, Liam asked Hayden out.

Hayden stood up straighter too, a smile spreading on her lips. Liam’s eyes were wide, alarmed at what was happening. His heart was beating erratically at what he had said.

“Of course I will, I never thought you’d ask.” She squealed, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Liam blushed, watching her as she walked away. You finally left his mind, having held on so long just to be sure he wouldn’t mess it up. He fell slightly forwards, gripping a locker for support. You smiled at what you had achieved and started to approach Liam. His head shot round at the sound of your footsteps. He stared at you with a hatred you’d never seen. Taking a deep breath, he hastily walked away.

You were stood in the centre of the hallway dumbfounded, people moving around you as if you weren’t even there. Finally, the bell rang and you headed off to class.

You took a slow walk to class, knocking politely on the door and apologising for being so late. You took your usual seat behind Scott, smiling as you moved past him. He looked out the window to the right, avoiding your gaze as he licked his lips, biting down slightly on his upper lip before he tapped his ear. You had to use your enhanced hearing to understand what he was saying.

“Liam told me what you did.” Scott whispered, making sure no one could hear him. You swallowed hard, not liking your alphas tone of voice. “You have to realise we can’t trust you if you start to use mind control on us.” Scott argued.

“It’s not like that!” you defended, slightly too loudly, the teacher shushing you from the front of the room. You glanced around to notice everyone staring at you, before returning to their work. “I knew they both liked each other and I knew nothing bad was going to happen. It was harmless.” You had made the decision in frustration but you didn’t understand why Scott was so worried.

“I’m sorry Y/n. we can’t trust you.” The words hit you hard. You tensed your jaw looking down at your lap.

“What does that mean?” you urged, not really wanting Scott to reply.

“I don’t know whether you should be part of the pack anymore” He announced, returning to his work. You gathered your things into your bag, shoving them wherever they would fit. The class watched as you ran to the door, calling to the teacher that you weren’t feeling very well as you stumbled into the hallway.

Over the next few days you hadn’t heard from the pack. They hadn’t updated you on anything supernatural occurring in beacon hills and they hadn’t talked to you. None of them would even look you in the eyes. Scott had phrased it like they were making a decision, but the decision seemed to have already been made. You wanted to apologise to Liam but you were bitter about getting thrown out of the pack. To save yourself from saying something you’d later regret, you wrote a note.

‘Liam- I’m sorry about what I did. I didn’t do it to hurt you. I thought it would be harmless. I was wrong. I know that now and I swear I won’t do it again.’

You slipped the note through the gap in his locker door and waited around the corner to watch him read it. You wanted to make sure he received it. Sure enough, when Liam opened his locker the note fell out, catching his attention. He reached down and opened it, his lips moving slightly as he read. From your angle you observed the edge of his mouth smile sadly while he placed your note in the front pocket of his jeans. You were optimistic. He hadn’t thrown the note away or crumpled it up. Maybe you would get your pack back.

The next day you sat in the passenger seat of your brother’s car, pulled up in front of the school bus stop. You looked left and saw the pack by the entrance and in response you slid down in your seat.

“Are you not going in?” your brother wondered, peering to see what you were looking at. “They’ll come round, you didn’t do anything wrong.” He said, clearly on your side. Looking back at the pack, you saw Liam and Scott gaze your way, Liam smiled and Scott watched the interaction between the two of you. You smiled back, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah I can do this.” You confirmed out loud, your brother laughing in response. The next few seconds seemed to last minutes.

You reached over with your right hand to unbuckle your seatbelt, glancing out the rear view window as you did. You couldn’t even hear yourself or the numerous other students scream as the school bus hurtled towards you. Your fingers slipped off the seat belt and you instinctively shielded your eyes, your brother mimicking your actions. There was a loud crunch and your body hurtled forwards, the fabric of the seat belt pressing into your skin. Glass shattered around you as your car was sandwiched in between the school bus and the vehicle in front. Your front bumper had completely compressed, the metal trapping your leg. You winced as something sharp pierced your skin deeply. When the force of the speeding bus diminished, your head slammed back into the head rest, knocking you out cold.

The pack witnessed everything, running down the steps of the school towards you, as if they could somehow save you from what was happening. Lydia screamed, sending chills down the packs spines. Teachers circled the crash site, their arms spread to hold back the pack as they called for an ambulance. The whole time all you could see was black.

The ambulance arrived without delay, the paramedics rushed to you as you came around. Your eye sight was distorted but you felt them rest an oxygen mask on your face. You breathed heavily, as the world spun around you. You could feel blood dripping down various parts of your body, down the side of your face. The paramedics were trying to talk to you, trying to get you to respond. Everything else was drowned out except for a continuous ringing. Scott, Liam and Malia listened intently to your heart, checking for any sudden changes or drops in the rate. All stiles and Lydia could do was watch your still, pale body, as firemen cut you out of the car.

Stiles drove Scott, Liam and Malia to the hospital while the others drove behind the ambulance. They were all worried, if this was your last day on earth, you’d leave thinking they were no longer your friends that you weren’t important to them. That was far from the truth. Since Scott kicked you out the pack he had regretted it, wanting to apologise. He’d made the decision without thinking it through properly. Liam was consumed with anger when you controlled him and it caused him to over react. He was reluctant to admit it, but he may have exaggerated when retelling what had happened. However since he read your note, he came clean to the pack.

Nobody could focus after witnessing the accident. That’s why the head teacher excused the group’s absence.

You had to go in for surgery, approximately 3 hours of surgery. The whole time they paced the waiting room, listening out for any updates, panicking whenever a doctor or nurse entered the room in case it was bad news.

They had been informed of your brother’s health, thankful that he was okay. If he was okay, chances were that you would be too.  

When the three hours were up they decided enough was enough. Scott spotted Melissa down the hallway and ran to talk to her. He asked if they could see you. She shook her head, but seeing the look of anxiety and regret on her sons face swayed her judgement.

“Fine.” She agreed. “But only for five minutes, she needs the rest.” Melissa warned. The pack followed as she led them down the hallway to your room. You lay partially sat up, a cannula in your hand, to feed you painkillers. The pack rushed to your bed, firing the same question at you all at once.

“I’m alright.” You reassured them in a weak voice. “It all went so fast.” You murmured, the afterthought leaving you lips.

“The bus driver had a stroke at the wheel, floored the accelerator by accident.” Stiles explained quickly, adrenaline still pumping through his body.

“At least someone wasn’t purposely trying to kill me. Could’ve been worse.” You laughed, the laughter barely escaping your throat without you coughing.

“I’m sorry. I massively over reacted.” Scott began, while he examined your fragile state. You lifted your hand up, shaking your head at him.

“I just want to forget that ever happened.” everyone agreed, and Lydia leant down to hug you, careful of the pressure she exerted on your body.

“We love you y/n.” stiles called out, as nurses forced them to exit the room. You smiled to yourself, knowing that once you were better, things would be back to normal.

[stilinskisensation]

I love you, Dad!/ Dylan O’Brien

Pairing: dad!Dylan X mom!reader, uncle!T-pose x child

Warnings: None

( Taken from my Wattpad imagines because I’m lazy af! )

You and your son, Tyler, sat by the side of the stage, smiles plastered on your faces. As long as you could remember, you'd watched  Dylan sit in front of an audience or act in front of a camera and smile. But you'd never seen him smile so much, in all the time you'd known him, then when he was with his little man.

Dylan was halfway through his story about the cast when the little boy called out to Dylan.

" I love you, Dad!" a chorus of 'aw's' echoed around the hall. You pulled Tyler into a hug as a wide grin appeared on your boyfriends face.

" I love you too, dude"

"Is that my little T-Brien I hear?" T-Pose yelled. As soon as Tyler's uncle spoke, he ran out of your arms, sprinting across the stage to greet his godfather, and the man he was named after. You began to run after him, almost reaching him, when you were suddenly pulled towards someone. You were placed on Dylan's lap, you smiled, slowly you bent down placing your lips on his. Dylan squeezed your waist.

"Okay ready? One, Two, Three and go!" you turned your head to find T-pose and your seven-year-old son do their handshake.

" T-Brosey" they both finished. You lifted yourself off of Dylan's lap, walking over to Tyler.

" Okay dude, say goodbye to Dad " he made his way over to Dylan, but, stopped to give everyone else a hug. He finally reached Dylan giving his father a long hug before disappearing off stage waving to the crowd as he did so.

"Bye everyone!" you called. You bent down one last time to give Dylan a kiss before following Tyler off stage.

"I love youuuuu" Dylan called after you.

" I love you too" your voice was barely audible but he could still hear it. That's all that mattered.

"Dude marry her already" Shelly nudged him.

 The rest of the cast yelled along with the fans.

" Oh my God" he shook his head chuckling his face turning a deep shade of red. Little did they know there was a ring waiting in his wardrobe at home.

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[dylinski]

YAS YAS YAS YAS

THIS IS THE SHIT. READ THIS RIGHT NOW OMG ITS SO GOOD. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS AND LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS GIRL.

4 Skirts + 1 Pair of Jeans

Stiles x OC!Beta Florence.

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I had always loved stiles, it came as easy as breathing for me. So when he started dating Malia, anyone with a brain could understand why I stopped being around the pack.

My wolf yearned for a connection like that, and she wanted stiles. But because I couldn’t have him I settled for long runs and tight skirts. But what I didn’t know was that my clothing choices were catching the attention of the other boys in our pack, when I was silently pining for stiles to pay attention to me for once.

Issac stopped me first. My black and white checkered skirt short and accompanied by fishnet tights and over the knee boots “you look amazing today flori” he said leaning against my locker. His gaze doing that thing that guys do when they’re into something. “Thanks mutt” I said, playfully shoving him and sauntering down the hallway. Stiles and Malia standing close and smiling, whispering to one another.

The second time it was Theo. I was wearing pink, the skirt silk and soft. I had dropped my cup of pens from my locker and squatted down to get them when Theo was by my side. “Florence, you’re looking pink today, and not just in your cheeks” he said handing me a handful of pens and offering a wink. “Thanks thee” I smiled back and he walked me to class. Stiles and Malia were speaking. But further apart, Stiles’s gaze wandering to me where I couldn’t see him.

Green was my favorite color, and I’d worn a warm tweed skirt that matched lydia and Allison’s blue and red respectively. We looked like something out of the modern heathers when we walked into school that morning. Malia and Stiles were attached at the mouth and I tried not to deflate completely. When I saw Brett. He’d transferred from Davenport to be closer to Scott. The true alpha accepting the beta and his sister into our fold easily. “Good lord Flo, you’re trying to kill me” he said, sweeping me up into a hug and spinning my around. I threw my head back and laughed before pulling away. “Thank you” I ruffled his hair and went to class. Stiles pulled away from Malia and watched me, I didn’t know or see the way Brett looked triumphantly at stiles before he followed after me.

More boys started to notice the way I dressed and it made me feel good. Wanted. Desired. And I realized that I didn’t need stiles to be happy, or to fill the empty feeling of not having a connection to someone. That’s when Scott approached me. “Hey flower, how you feeling” he sat next to me in biology, instead of glued to Allison’s side like usual. “I’m good, my fearless leader, what brings you to this side of the tracks” I smiled and jotted down some notes and the homework. “Stiles misses you” the blunt words from my friend stalled my pen. “Okay, I’ll come around more then” my tone clipped and that was the end of the conversation. But stiles had been watching intently from across the room, Malia trying to talk to him but he wasn’t saying anything, he was looking at me. Legs crossed, smiling softly at Scott.

It was raining the next time, hard and loud. Thunder and lightening clapped and flashed across the sky. I wore black. But that day I wore jeans. Tight jeans and a black turtle neck, because they made me feel good, a little powerful. Small, dainty chains adorned my neck and I threw on a leather jacket for added bonus. When I got to school that morning it was like the world tilted on its axis. Stiles was there, alone. Standing in the rain and shivering. “Jesus. What are you doing?!” I yelled at him, pulling his sopping wet self under the shelter of the over hang outside the front doors. I never got an answer because stiles was kissing me. In the rain and with reckless abandon.

I pulled away, and his lips chased mine. “Stiles! Stop” I yelled over the roar of the freezing wind and harsh water. “I hated seeing you with them” his vague words didn’t hide the malice in his voice. The cryptic scrunch of his brows didn’t evade the fury in his eyes. “Who?” My teeth chattered around the word but this obviously needed to come out now. “Brett, Theo, Issac...even Scott.” He sneered and his hand came up to my face. “Florence..I-“ he stopped himself and took a breath. But I stepped away, out of his reach. “No” I shook my head, wet strands slapping and sticking to my face.

“No?” He questioned but didn’t move closer.

“You don’t get to ruin my good place because you don’t like the attention I’m getting” I shrugged at him, my tone lax but my eyes accusatory. “Not when you left me first. You made Malia your whole world and it took some attention from the pack to get you to notice me...so no” I said again and stalked around him and into the school.

I didn’t speak to stiles again that day. And he was wrapped around Malia. Whispering softly to her and she was petting his damp hair. Scott looked pale, his chocolate eyes dancing between stiles and i.

I shook my head at him and gave a bright smile, I was happy with myself, filled the space I’d created for stiles with love for myself. I didn’t need any validation for that. And the next day the sun was shining and I came to school wearing white.

I was new after that. Wearing what I wanted because I wanted. Saying what I thought because I cared about my own opinion. There were four times I wore skirts for stiles. And one time I wore jeans..for myself.

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