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Anger Management (LiamXshewolf!reader)

Imagine helping Liam control his anger.

Warnings: Language

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Scott assigned you to watch the newborn. Liam. Now, before he was a werewolf he had anger issues. Now that he's a wolf his anger is even harder to control unless your name is Scott MaCall and you happen to be his alpha. You roll your eyes and sigh.

"Scott. He's not gonna Listen to me whatsoever..." You point out clearly.

"[Y/N], please. You helped me, maybe you can help him too..." He pleads. You sigh.

"You're lucky you're my best friend. Otherwise, I'd say no and stick with it..." He hugs you and walks away. You walk over to Liam. "Dunbar."

"[Y/L/N]." He retorts with some form of attitude. "Apparently you're supposed to help me 'control my anger'..." he rolls his eyes.

"Well. You seem like you don't want my help so fine. I'll leave you to live an angry life and you can deal with the wrath of Scott for the rest of your life." You turn around and start walking away.

"Wait." You stop and smirk. "When do we start...?" He asks.

"Meet me at my place at 3. Tomorrow is a full moon. Today is a good day to practice controlling your anger. Oh. And work on your attitude because last I knew I was the drama queen. Not you." You walk off leaving him slightly irritated.

"I'm not a drama queen!!" He yells and slams his locker closed. "I'm not a fucking drama queen... you're a drama queen..."

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Before Liam got to your house you thought it to be smart to put away every breakable thing in your room so Dunbar didn't destroy anything. You let Liam in and led him upstairs.

"Sit kid." You say motioning to your bed. "First. Your anger tends to affect your changing. When your angry, the wolf comes out. You need to learn to control the wolf when you have your panties in a twist..." he rolls his eyes.

"Okay. And?" Unenthused he sighs.

"Are you gonna be like this the entire time? Because I didn't sign up to give you 'I'm a werewolf 101' lessons either. You're not the only one who isn't thrilled." You retort.

"So why am I here?!" He stands up. "You don't want me to be!"

"Sit." You say.

"No! I'm not gonna fucking sit!" He throws his hands in the air and his eyes flash a yellow. You cross your arms.

"My point exactly."

"What are you talking about?" He glares at you. You roll your eyes. This kid's attitude was making you wanna kill him here and now.

"You're losing control, Liam. Like always. So sit down, calm down, and fucking listen." You walk to him. "Now. I know I'm not Scott and I have no control over you, but you need to pull your head out of your ass and cooperate." His facial expression got angrier. Which to be honest, was kind of adorable.

"Fine. I'll take this seriously..." He rolls his eyes again.

"Good. Close your eyes." He does as instructed for once in his life. "Focus on why you're angry right now."

"Because I'm being forced to work with someone who doesn't particularly like me."

"Who said I didn't like you? You just have some anger issues and I thought you didn't like me." You cross your arms. "Just focus. Now in your head what's making you upset." Liam sighs. He seems to lose some of his tension. "Now let it go."

"How?" He says with slightly less attitude than before.

"Think about something that makes you calm. Or happy even. If such thing exists..." You walk closer to him. You see a small smile form on his lips, causing you to smile as well. "Focus on that thing that just made you smile."

"Can I open my eyes?" He asks.

"Are you done being angry with me?" You raise your eyebrow and cross your arms.

"Yes." He opens his eyes.

"So, what made you smile? I didn't think there was anything that could make you happy." You laugh. He rolls his eyes playfully this time.

"If I tell you it ruins the whole point." He looks at his feet.

"Eh. Only if you let it." You sit on the bed. He joins you.

"What do you think of when you're angry so you don't wolf out?" You smile just thinking about the answer to his question.

"My friends, my family, cheesecake, beef jerky....that time that Stiles face planted into my mom's flowerbed...." Liam starts laughing and your smile grows. "Your turn."

"But it's something I haven't told ANYONE..." You look him in the eyes.

"You don't have to tell me anything. Just remember when you're angry that's a start." He nods. "But...I've been told I keep a good secret..." You smirk.

"Just drop it. So...you don't hate me?" He asks.

"No. You're just a pain in the ass." You let out a small chuckle.

"I don't hate you either. You just seemed like you hated me so I returned the favor..." He directs his gaze briefly to your lips then back at your eyes. When he's calm he's cute. More approachable.

"Well, now you know that I don't hate you." You smile a warm smile.

"Don't hit me."

"Why would I hi—" Your sentence was ended by soft yet rough lips meeting yours. Your eyes widen and he backs away.

"I'm sorry... I should go..." he gets up and starts to walk away. You grab his arm and bolt up. You slam your lips into his.

"Don't apologize." You smile and grab his hands. "So... was it me you were thinking about?"

"How'd you know?" He chuckles.

"Lucky guess." You smile and kiss his cheek.

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A\N: Another short one! Hope you enjoyed it!

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Tutor Me? (StilesXfemale!reader)

Warnings: Language.

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Prompt: imagine helping Stiles study and things get confessed.

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You knock on the door of the Stilinski household. Books in your arms and a smile on your face. You agreed to tutor Stiles in chemistry. His grades were slipping and in order for him to stay on the lacrosse team, he had to improve them. You've been a part of Scott's pack since you moved to Beacon Hills. Although you were human, you were still voted the little sister. The door opens and you're greeted with a dorkish smile. You walk in. 

"Hey. So I ordered pizza. It should be here in 10 minutes or so. Do you want anything to drink?" Stiles offers. You smile and let out a small chuckle. 

"No thanks. I think you should get your back work from class though." You raise your eyebrow. Officer Stilinski was at work and it was just you two. That's how it usually was anyway. When something wasn't trying to kill you and the rest of your friends anyway. Stiles sighs and grabs his papers and other supplies he needed. You take your seat on the couch and open your chem book.  He joins you. "So, Let's start shall we?" He sighs and nods. 

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About an hour passes, the pizza came and you two have almost finished the entire box. Stiles was doodling in his book more than working on the actual homework.

"Can we please take a break? This is giving me a migraine..." He practically begs. You sigh and set the book down.

"Dude. You've been doodling most of the time." You chuckle.

"So...? I hate this class..." You roll your eyes playfully and look at him.

"15 minutes. I want you to pass." You smile and he hugs you.

"Thank you!! You're a freaking lifesaver!" You giggle. He looks at you with a slight smirk.

"What are you looking at Stilinski?" You say as you tilt your head in confusion. 

"Oh, um nothing sorry..."He chuckles nervously. You slide a little closer. 

"Tell me." You smile sweetly at him. His cheeks form a light pink shade. Amused by this you continue. "Are you blushing?" You tease.

"What?! No! Pfft, You're funny..." You raise your eyebrows. "Okay... I was. But I cant control it. Besides. You were just giggling!" You laugh. 

"Yeah? So? I'm allowed to giggle." You nudge his shoulder with your own.

"It was cute..." His blush deepens as your blush forms. You look down briefly then back at him. You cant deny he's adorable and cute... okay and he's amazing all around with how loyal he is and how funny he thinks he is. Or how when you're sad he refuses to leave you alone without buying you ice cream or something. Not to mention the last boyfriend he beat up for cheating on you. 

"Cute huh?" You question him. He rubs the back of his neck and smiles nervously. 

"Yeah. Cute. Um, Thank you by the way [Y/N]..." He says in an attempt at a subject change. "For helping me with my school work." 

"It's my pleasure, Stiles." You smile and sub-consciously bite your lower lip. "Shall we get back to chemistry?" You ask gesturing towards the book. He sighs. 

"I guess..." He picks up his pencil and starts writing answers to questions. You watch every move he makes, intrigued by him. Something was different this time around. You felt like something new was forming. What it was, you weren't sure. You wanted to find out what that feeling was. You had a hunch, but you weren't sure if he wanted it to be what you thought it was. You two have been friends for so long you didn't want to lose that bond... "[Y/N]! Hello?!" Stiles says waving his hand in front of your eyes. "You good?" 

"Yeah. I'm fine. Sorry. Lost in thought I guess..." You say.

"Whatcha thinking about?" He smirks a sly smirk. You giggle again. 

"Something completely unrelated to chemistry." You say and shake your head. He knits his eyebrows.

"Care to elaborate?" 

"Nope... I am good..." You say trying to drop the subject. Stiles wasn't having it. He was determined to know what was going through your head one way or another. He took the Chem book out of your hands and set it down. 

"Well, Let's take another break. This time for a while. Stay for dinner. We can watch Star Wars and eat ice cream. Deal?" He says with a boyish smile. 

"Fine. You win. No more chem for today." You laugh and stand up. "Star Wars it is." He spins around excitedly and makes his way upstairs to his room. You following suit. He puts in Empire Strikes Back and plops on his bed. You climb in next to him and curl up in a blanket. You turn to face him. He was dead focused on the tv. You studied every detail of his face. His face making small expressions whenever ANYTHING happened in the movie, making you smile. His lips parted slightly. Making you want to know what his lower lip would taste like in between yours. You turn away briefly, shunning your thoughts. You turn to face him once more, but this time you didn't think. Your lips immediately met his. Stiles was shocked and honestly confused, but that was short lived. He cupped your face in his soft hands and kissed back. The kiss breaks and he rests his forehead on yours. His hands still cupping your cheeks. 

"I thought you said no more chemistry?" He chuckles and you playfully punch his shoulder. 

"You ruined the moment you dick." You laugh as his lips meet yours once more. 

"You love me and you know it." He says smirking and turning back to the tv. He pulls you closer to him, you snuggle with him. 

"You're right... I love you..." 

"I love you too..."

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Another short one. Hope you liked it!

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New Kid (ScottXfemale!reader)

Warnings: Language

Request: You're a new student at beacon hills and you kick ass at your first lacrosse practice, catching the eye of the gang. Scott feels intimidated and talks to you, and you guys develop a hate/love relationship until one day he catches you off guard by joking then either asking you out or kissing you. Requested by @baconlover001 ~~🐺~~ You walk to your locker at your new school in your new town. It's your first day in Beacon Hills. You lived in a city before but in all honesty, small towns were your preferred place to be; you hated the rush of the city. It was the end of your first day here. You heard Beacon Hills had a highly respected Lacrosse team. No one but your family and close friends knew this, but lacrosse was your shit back where you used to live. You'd play with your cousins and older brother Josh, Hell. He taught you everything you know. One day the student surpassed the teacher. You decided to bring your talent to Beacon Hills, show them what you're made of.... you walk out to the field where tryouts were being held, clutching the lacrosse stick you give yourself a little pep talk.

"[Y/N]. You can do this. Come on. Josh would be so proud that you're actually trying out. When he gets back from training you'll tell him all about it...." Your brother joined the Marines after he graduated. You tie your hair up in a bun and walk on to the field. Noticing that there aren't any other girls around. You see two boys over by the bleachers. They're both wearing jerseys that say "Beacon Hills Lacrosse Team" the one with spiked hair was sporting the number 24 with the last name Stilinski. Interesting name...He was cute. He had a boyish charm and demeanor that made you want to giggle by watching his facial expressions. The boy next to him, number 11 MaCall. He's cute too. He had a demeanor that seemed calm and observant. He caught your interest immediately. Something about him seemed compelling. Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud yelling through a megaphone.

"Alright!! Get in line!! I'm Coach Finstock. Show me what you got!" Coach walks in front of you. He doesn't use his megaphone, he speaks. "A female. If you make it you'll be the second girl ever to make the team. Don't disappoint..." You look him dead in the eye.

"I wasn't raised to be a disappointment, sir." You say with utter confidence. You see 24 out of the corner of your eye give you a thumbs up and a 'you go!' Smirk. Number 11 just smiles shyly and shakes his head at 24.

"I'm holding you to your word. What's your name?" Coach asks.

"[Y/N] [Y/L/N]."

"Show me what you got. Balinksi! MaCall!! On the field!" You look over to 24 and 11.

"It's STILINSKI!" 24 yells angrily as 11 laughs at him. We get into starting positions You start with 11. He flashes you a smile.

"Don't worry. I'll be nice." 11 says.

"Who said you have to?" You hear Coach blow the whistle and you take the ball and bolt. You pass it flawlessly to 24. Who passes back when you get a little closer to the goal. You swing back and fling it to the goal making it straight in between the goalie's legs. You smirk proudly at 11 who is in some sort of shock or something cause he hasn't moved. 24 walks over and gives you a high five.

"[Y/N]!! You're on the team!" Coach yells through his megaphone. You do a little happy dance and walk towards your bag. 11 and 24 follow.

"11. 24." You nod. "You got names? Or do you wanna be numbered?" You smile.

"I'm Scott. This is Stiles." 11 says holding out his hand, which you gladly shake.

"[Y/N]. So, shocked are we?" You say smirking at Scott who still seemed pretty shook.

"A little. You didn't seem so sporty....not that you didn't look sporty..." you knit your eyebrows. Intrigued by his efforts in speaking. "I mean you look fine. I mean not fine but..." Stiles cut him off.

"Scott. Shut up before you hurt yourself. What my friend is saying, is that not many chicks come around here. You new?"

"Yeah actually. Just moved here." You say with a small chuckle.

"BILINSKY!" Coach yells.

"Stilinski......" Stiles mutters. "He's known me since 8th grade and he still can't get my name right. I'll be back." He runs off and you turn to Scott.

"So... play lacrosse long?" Scott asks.

"Yeah. Since I was 5. You?"

"Not that long...." He looks down with a shy smile. He's cute you think to yourself. Something about him makes you want to get to know everything about him. "I've seen you in some of my classes. You seem pretty cool. And open-minded." He chuckles nervously.

"Yeah. Well. I have to be open-minded with my brother. He's a trip." You giggle. "My brother would try weird stunts because back in the city nothing really exciting ever happened. Maybe that'll change here."

"Well if you hang around us I can guarantee something at least semi-exciting will happen." He chuckles and closes his eyes briefly like he's thinking of something.

"Oh? Is that a promise or a threat?" You smirk.

"Both." He smiles a big warm smile. "[Y/N]..... I don't wanna seem like I'm coming off strong....um first. I'm gonna say your skills are a bit intimidating. Not gonna lie." He chuckles nervously again.

"Well. That's my main goal, my dude. And trust me. You ain't getting off easy. Practices are gonna be fun." You smirk.

 ~~🐺~~ Days went by. Practice got more intense. Your friendship with Stiles grew. You and he were becoming best friends. He introduced you to Lydia and Liam. Pretty soon you and Lydia were best friends too. You'd gossip and laugh. Scott was a different case. You'd pick on each other over EVERYTHING. He'd mess up your hair in the hall, if you were in a ponytail or braid he'd lightly tug on them and you return the favor by doing little things like rigging his locker so it made confetti fly at him. He'd call you names like newbie or short stack. Sometimes sweetheart or princess and the occasional 12, which was your lacrosse number. You would only call him 11 cause it drove him insane because you'd never call Liam 9 or Stiles 24.

It was a Friday, after a game. You've been here for two months. Boy did you feel at home here. Scott walks up to you as you pack your things. You smirk.

"Hey 11. Good game." You say knowing it makes him get his panties in a twist.

"Haha. Princess you know I was pulling the weight out there." He says as he gives you a nudge.

"Ha! Yeah right! If anything I did the work! Oh and call me princess one more time and I'll personally remove you from existence." You laugh. As does he.

"You wouldn't." You look at him.

"Try me."

"You know. You may be intimidating sometimes PRINCESS...but I'm still stronger..." He says emphasizing princess. You glare at him.

"I will beat you 11...." You smirk with confidence.

"No, you won't." He retorts. Without notice, you feel his lips attach to yours. You're shocked but you ease into it. When the kiss breaks you look at him. Still shocked. "Sorry... sometimes I act on instinct...." he looks down. Blushing and nervous.

"Don't apologize. Just next time take me out on a date first." You giggle. Blushing as well. "Although...I didn't think you had that in ya 11..." you smirk and kiss him. Draping your arms over his shoulders. His hands made their way around your waist.

"About fucking time you kissed her!!!!" You hear Stiles yell in the distance. You break the kiss and you and Scott both laugh.

~~🐺~~ A/N: Sorry it's so short guys. Hoped you liked it though!! I'll take requests if you'd like. DM with some, please! ~KH