#boyd x lydia

[bericas]

boyd & lydia | miss americana and the heartbreak prince

[sterekmpreg]

Stiles and Derek: *accidentally kissing during argument in front of the pack*

Peter and Scott:

Erica and Isaac:

Lydia and Allison:

Boyd and Theo:

[ryoto-kuki]

The Pack™️ : We need help.

Stiles : Don't ask for my help with things you can do yourself

Issac : How do you this math sum? Can you help me,Stiles?

Stiles : Of course I'll help you I'm not a monster

[gremlinbabe]

The pack likes to get Derek gag gifts to see the grumpy cat face but he secretly loves the gifts and uses them constantly.

Regularly uses his slides

They broke his toilet by accident and got him a new one

he leaves this one cuz at least one pack member a day snorts when they look at it

Got him a new phone after a rough training session in the woods broke the last one

A birthday present lol

The cutest stress ball

Furry paws because every single motherfucker in the pack is a little shit with twisted humor so they place the paws in a Plexi glass box and play elf on a shelf with it every time Derek yeets them into the closet

Cursed Kermit shrine built in the living room while Derek was out running errands

Because they never thought he’d wear it

He wears it to a date looking smug af cuz he still looks hot

[ilovewriting06]

Mischief and Angel- Part 2

"Gold or silver?" Stiles looks over as I hold up two doorknob options before shrugging, "Whatever you want, it's your room too. Should I get fancy duck tape to fix Rosco? Think he'd appreciate the bedazzling and stop breaking down on me?"

I roll my eyes and set the gold doorknob down before grabbing Stiles and pulling him towards check out, "You don't need anymore duck tape. Save the money for the wedding, Mischief."

Stiles scoffs, "Angel, we're practically rich. Ten dollars in duck tape won't break us."

At that Mrs. Mitchel seems to materialize out of thin air, "Wedding? Are you two gettin' hitched?" I glance at Stiles as he deflates because Mrs. Mitchel is the town gossip and if she finds out big news you better prepare yourself because the whole town's about to think you have three kids and a secret husband from Bora Bora. Poor Ms. Richards still hasn't convinced people she isn't married to a rich man in Bora Bora.

I plaster on a fake smile, "We're thinking about it, but we really should get going, we're having a special dinner tonight to celebrate Stiles' birthday."

I drag Stiles away before she has a chance to answer and he whispers, "Special dinner? My birthday? Angel, my birthday isn't for another two weeks." I roll my eyes before checking out and finally answer him as we walk out of the store and towards the jeep, "She doesn't know that, besides I plan on having a special dinner tonight."

He raises an eyebrow in question and I smirk, "Yeah, he's about 5' 11", has dark hair, amber eyes, and a nose that hits the clit just right when he's going down on me." Stiles almost trips over his own two feet before he practically drags me to the jeep, "Yeah, and what exactly do you plan to do with this dinner?"

I turn around and shudder at the look in Stiles' eyes, "Oh, Baby, I've got a lot of plans."

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My eyes fly open when the bedroom door is opened followed by a wide eyed Noah that quickly covers his eyes, "Oh god, I'm sorry! I need to talk to Stiles!"

Stiles sits up straight at the sound of his father's voice before grabbing the blanket from the foot of the bed and covers me up. We had been wrapped in a thin sheet but Stiles didn't seem convinced that it was enough.

He rolls out of bed and grabs a pair of sweatpants off the floor and jumps from foot to foot as he puts them on. When his sweatpants are on I can't help the small pleased growl that rumbles through my chest which causes him to shoot me a look and mutter, "Down girl, father in the doorway."

I chuckle before a something is thrown across my face that I recognize as the hoodie Stiles had been wearing earlier. I stay bundled in the blanket as Stiles slowly guides his dad out the door, "Alright Daddio, let's go this way and talk. Also, this is the exact reason we have a new door handle with a lock."

I snort after the door closes as I shove the blankets off my body. I slip on the hoodie before grabbing the bag with the new doorknob off the desk chair. I hum to myself when I realize that I need a screwdriver, "Well, I could go for a snack too."

I shrug and grab a pair of my shorts out of the dresser and slipping them on before skipping down the stairs. When I get to the kitchen I can see Stiles and Noah in the living room. I see Stiles groan and tune into their conversation, "How, how did she get that? Dad I swear, Y/N just made up an excuse to get away from her, we didn't even mention sex."

I raise an eyebrow and decide to ditch my snack. I walk into the living room causing Stiles and Noah to look at me before I ask, "What's wrong?"

Stiles frowns and throws his hands in the air, "Apparently you're a prostitute and convinced me to start an Only Fans and now we're rolling in the dough."

My jaw drops, "I'm sorry, Only Fans?! PROSTITUTE?! What the hell!"

Noah steps forward, "Mrs. Mitchel has it going around town that you corrupted Stiles and now you have to get married because you're pregnant and won't let Stiles be in the baby's life unless he marries you, and all that other stuff Stiles just said."

I want to laugh, it should be funny, but it's not. I growl and my eyes flash gold, "I would never keep him from his child. Never!"

Stiles wraps his arm around my waist from behind, "Easy tiger, it's okay, I know you wouldn't, dad knows you wouldn't, 90% of the town knows you wouldn't. It's just Mrs. Mitchel getting bored and ruining someone's day."

I lean into him with a scowl, "Yeah, well she succeeded. It was already a bad day and she made it worse." Stiles squeezes me tighter remembering the conversation from earlier, "Hey, we moved past that, we're okay, even if you do have an Only Fans."

I elbow him in the stomach and he grunts, "Okay, ow, just trying to be helpful." I roll my eyes before sagging against him, "Alright, moving on, I need a screwdriver to change the doorknob on our bedroom door. And fair warning, when I see Mrs. Mitchel again I swear to god there's going to be some words."

I shake Stiles' arms off before making my way back to the kitchen but I can't help but chuckle silently at what Stiles whispers to his dad, "Make sure no one arrests my fiancée for verbally abusing the elderly. I kind of need her close to me to be a functioning human being."

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Stiles and I are sitting on the couch with his laptop in front of us as we scroll through wedding venues to get an idea of what we want. I straighten and pull my popsicle out of my mouth and point at the screen, "That, right there, I like it!"

He stops over a venue titled, 'Enchanted Gardens' before raising an eyebrow, "Enchanted Gardens? Really? You want to get married in an enchanted garden? Have we learned nothing about any and all things enchanted?"

I roll my eyes and lick my popsicle so the juice doesn't get on my hand, "It's just a name Stiles, it isn't actually enchanted."

"You hope."

I pout and look at him, "But look at how pretty. Just imagine it, we have those fancy chairs set out and beautiful green and white decorations. An arbor with white lace and flowers! Ooo, we could even have the reception out there! There's plenty of space and we wouldn't have to go anywhere else. Plus there's an indoor option incase the weather isn't cooperating and the waterfall, Mischief. Think about the pict-what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

I furrow my eyebrows as I look at Stiles who is staring at me with literal heart eyes and a lovesick smile. He shakes his head gently and brushes some of the hair that had fallen out of my bun away from my face, "Nothing, just admiring how beautiful and wonderful you are. If that's where you want to get married, that's okay with me. We could get married in a dumpster and I wouldn't complain."

I blush but roll my eyes, "We aren't getting married in a dumpster. And I don't want to make all the decisions, it's our day, not just mine. I want you to have things there that you want too."

He nods, "Okay, but Angel, as long as you're there, that's all I really want." My face heats up and I lean in and give him a quick kiss, "I love you." I pull back and he hums, "Mmm, tastes like strawberries."

I snort and hold my popsicle out to him, "Want some?" He shrugs and takes it from me, "I mean, if you're offering yeah, you know strawberries are my weakness."

I chuckle and take the laptop off his lap as he enjoyed my his popsicle. As he's lost in another world I open a new tab and look at color patterns, I know I want white and green but I want another color. It feels like there is one color that will tie it all together but I can't think of what it is. As I scroll I see gold and hum to myself, it goes extremely well with ivy green but it just doesn't give me that 'ah ha' moment I'm looking for.

I keep scrolling down the page and then stop, "Mischief, I think I found it!" He leans over and shrugs, "Uhh, colors?" I roll my eyes and click on the picture, "Not just colors, our wedding colors! You know we decided we liked green and white and I told you I thought there was something I was missing, and I think I found it."

He raises an eyebrow and lick his red tinted lips, "Pink? You want green, pink, and white?" I frown, "You don't like it?"

He shakes his head, "No, it's not that, I just don't see how you can tie it all together. Don't get me wrong it sounds good, but how are you going to get pink and green to go together? Wouldn't they clash?"

I shake my head and lean closer, "There's more than one shade of green and pink, Stiles. I think sage green and dusty rose would go really good together."

"Dusty...rose? That's a color?"

I blink and stare at the screen that currently shows a square of color, with dusty rose written under it before highlighting it, "Stiles, what does that say?" He make a little 'oh' sound and nods, "Yeah, okay, I didn't see that. I'm shit at colors so that is entirely up to you. I mean, orange and blue sound like great colors to me."

I smack the back of his head and groan, "We are not using the Mets' colors for our wedding!"

He huffs and licks the rest of the popsicle off the stick, "Yeah, yeah, I know."

I roll my eyes as he gets up to throw the stick away and I decide to change our search, "So, what do you want in our house?"

I feel amusement, and you guessed it, mischief flow through the bond before he answers, still in the kitchen, "Mmm, probably a kitchen and living room. A few windows would be nice and I think a door is a major selling point, ya know?"

I scowl and when he comes out of the kitchen and sees me he coos, "Aww, you look like a cute little kitten who's angry. Like, your ears would be laid flat and you'd have those squinty grumpy eyes cats have." I roll my eyes, "I swear, just answer the damn question."

He holds up his hands, "Geez, okay. I don't know at least two bathrooms because, kids, and we'll need what, three, maybe four bedrooms?" I purse my lips and nod, "Maybe five, we did say we want a lot of kids so better to go with an extra room that way we can have a guest room just in case someone burns down their house and needs a place to crash. Cough cough, Scott and probably Erica."

Stiles snorts and nods, "Good idea, we can torture him by moaning extra loud." I shake my head in amusement knowing Stiles would do it just to make Scott uncomfortable, "I swear, you are so mean to him sometimes."

Stiles shrugs, "I don't really care, you know how many times I've heard and seen him and Allison, and then him and Kira? More times than I can count. Not to mention all the times he tried setting you up with Isaac."

I snort remembering the 'subtle' hints Scott kept throwing out about how Isaac would make a really good boyfriend. Even after he found out Stiles and I were dating he would still occasionally say something which annoyed me and hurt Stiles even though Scott was joking.

Stiles plops down on the couch beside me and I curl into his side and rest the laptop on his thigh, "This feels so surreal, like a dream. I feel like I'm going to wake up and it would all be a dream and I don't have you anymore. It terrifies me how much I love you. The thought that I could lose you, it's comforting to know that it would literally be impossible for you to walk away, but Stiles, our lives are dangerous you could...you could still..." I can't bring myself to say it and Stiles closes the laptop and setting it on the coffee table.

He pulls me into his side and lifts my face so I'm looking him in the eyes, "Y/N, listen to me, I'm not going anywhere. I'm not completely defenseless and since we mated I can feel how much stronger I am. I know it's scary, it terrifies me every time we face the monster of the week because I could lose you, but Angel, I have faith in us. We always come out on the other side and we'll keep doing that. I'm going nowhere, I'm wherever you are. I love you, so so much."

Silent tears roll down my face and I grab his hand that's wrapped around my waist, "I love you too, Mieczyslaw, more than anything in the world."

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That's how Noah finds them that night when he comes downstairs to leave for work. He can't help but smile at the sight, both of them asleep and Stiles holding Y/N close like she's the most important thing in the world, and he guesses that to Stiles, she is the most important thing in his world. Actually, no, that's not true, Y/N McCall, soon to be Stilinski, is his whole world.

[dread-doctors-apologist]

quarantine headcannons

- Boyd Erica and Isaac are the "time isn't real" household

- Isaac is making an omelette at 4pm and it's simultaneously Erica's brunch, Boyd's dinner and Isaac's midnight snack

- everytime they enter a room with one of the others in it they say good morning, they don't know if it's morning, they don't care, it's all perpetually morning

- Scott, Stiles, Lydia and Allison are all stuck in their three bedroom apartment,

- Scott still hasn't seen all of starwars, (he's stuck inside with Stiles, of course he's seen at least one)

- Scott and Allison have absolutely given each other COVID once or twice...

- Lydia keeps accidentally getting into arguments with strangers on the internet while trying to debunk COVID myths

- it was not long before Stiles joins in.

- they hold stupid competitions like 'how many masks can you fit on one face'

- this ended with an debate on whether bandanas can be considered masks,

- the only way to settle the argument was the call the rest of the pack,,,,,

- this then started a tradition of calling the pack over zoom once a week to play dumb games/among us competitions

- Liam keeps forgetting to take his mask off when he gets home,,,

- after about two days his roomates (Theo, Hayden, Mason and Corey) stopped telling him

- instead they'd see how long he could go without noticing, (he once left it on for four hours)

- mason gets them to play monopoly sometimes

- an abbridged list of crimes committed while playing monopoly

1. Theo blatantly stealing cash from the box (not even trying to hide it)

2. mason skipping liam's turn while Hayden or Theo distracts him

3. Corey giving rent discounts to his boyfriend

4. Corey raising rent for everyone else

5. Hayden making go to jail cards (a piece of scrap paper with the word jail written) and putting them on the top of the chance card pile.

6. Liam calling scott to ask for advice in the middle of his turn.

- they've never actually finished a game

- Erica, Boyd and Isaac all try to learn how to cook

- collectively they can cook enough to survive

- but they don't really know much more than eggs and pasta

- half the time they give up and get frozen pizza

- their apartment is only one bedroom so occasionally one of them will lock themselves in the bathroom to be alone

- problem is it's also a one bathroom apartment.

[andreafmn]

I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 17

Word Count: 3.5K

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

A/N: uh oh, things are changing...

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There was a tense air between (Y/N) and Derek as they reached her house. He helped her off the bike and kept his hand on her lower back as they walked to her front porch but did not say a single word. His stare was a million miles away, and she could tell his thoughts had been running rampant in his head.

“Are you okay, Derek?” the girl finally broke the silence as she slid her key into the door. “You feel weird. Like, distant.”

“I’m fine,” he said, his stoic façade still plastered on his face. “I just need to make sure you’re home safe before I get my pack.”

“They’re fine. They’re hiding up in my room.” She pulled out her phone from her pocket and showed him Isaac’s text confirming that they had locked themselves in her house. “But I need to know what you’re hiding right now because I know something’s up.”

“Everything’s fine,” he huffed. “Why are they here?”

“I thought they’d be safe here,” she responded. “Don’t change the topic, Derek. You know you can’t lie to me.”

“I just… we gotta stay away from each other for a while, okay? Believe me when I say, it’s for the best.”

The answer took (Y/N) aback. She stepped away from his touch, as though suddenly it burned her. His words had seemingly come out of nowhere. They were in a good spot, she thought. They weren’t exactly in a relationship, but they weren’t not in one either. They had been speaking consistently for the past couple of weeks, they had seen each other when they could, and they had kissed. God, did they kiss. “I-I-I don’t understand,” she stammered as she blinked away her confusion. “I thought we were good. I mean, I know our situation isn’t exactly ideal, but I didn’t think it was going bad.”

“It’s just not the time to deal with feelings, (Y/N),” he sighed. “I have to focus on how to get rid of the Kanima and why Scott would betray us. I simply don’t have the bandwidth to focus on you too.”

“Oh, I didn’t know I was such a distraction,” (Y/N) scoffed, putting another step of distance between them. “You know, it was only a few weeks ago that you were saying you wanted this to work. No matter how long it took or what hurdles we had to go through. You said I wouldn’t have to go through life alone, not while you were here. Was that all just bullshit?”

“It wasn’t… It isn’t…” He ran his hands across his face in frustration, letting out an infuriated groan. “With everything that’s going on, I can’t risk being close to you, (Y/N). The more time that passes with the Kanima here, the more hunters will arrive. Especially now that I have a target on my back, thanks to your cousin. Being with you only makes that target bigger, and it puts it on my pack too. I have to make the right decision for them.”

“So, everything I’ve done to help you guys out means nothing?” she cried, biting down the tears that threatened to spill. “I’ve stuck my neck out for you on more than one occasion. I think I’ve proven to be an asset to you and your pack when it comes to my family.”

“You have and I’m grateful,” he said. Derek took a beat before continuing. It seemed he knew the next words out of his mouth would drive a wedge between them that he wasn’t sure would ever be removed. “I just don’t know if one day you’ll turn on us like Allison has done to Scott, or even like Kate did to me.”

If there was anything he could say that would drive (Y/N) away, it was that. Her fears of one day becoming like her aunt still haunted her to that day. It was a quiet but haunting rumble in the pits of her mind, fed by her insecurities and her fears, and very much alive.

“A-are you serious?” (Y/N) wanted to appear confident and confrontational. But she couldn’t help the way her voice broke. “Do you really think I’d be capable of doing something like that?”

“I can’t be sure, (Y/N). I want to believe that you won’t and that you and your father are truly on our side, but I have to take precautions. It’s not just my life that’s at stake.”

(Y/N) didn’t know if his words stung more than the unchanging expression on his face. There was no care, no compassion. She wasn’t talking to Derek, her sour wolf. She was speaking to Derek, the alpha. “What brought this on, Derek?” she asked. “What made you change your mind all of a sudden?” 

“It wasn’t anything specifically. It’s just… the situation we’re in is basically unheard of, and I need to make sure that I’m putting a hundred percent of my brain into resolving this,” he said. “And if Scott isn’t going to help, then I have to find a way to end this once and for all. I can’t be worrying about the hunters coming from your side too.”

 Words died in the girl’s mouth as she tried to conceal the hurt that coursed through her veins. It was a betrayal like no other. “Is that really how you feel?” (Y/N) asked, her resolve quickly coming undone. “You once told me that you knew that I would never be like Kate. That there was no way I could be that heartless. Does that mean you lied? Have you always felt this way?”

And with determination like she had never seen from him, he said, “Yes.” By then, she couldn’t hold back the tears, but she wouldn’t let him see her hurt. She couldn’t keep the drops from falling, but she could keep her sobs inside. “(Y/N)…”

“Go,” she said sternly, facing her door and giving him her back.

“(Y/N), I…”

“I said go, Derek,” she restated, raising her voice. “You can call your pack after. But you need to get out of here right now.”

Before he could say another word, (Y/N) slipped into her house and locked the door behind her. Shuddering cries threatened to break through, so she clasped her fist into her mouth and bit down. She did not want him to hear her. He’d been able to shatter her heart with a few words, but he did not deserve to know her pain. Not anymore.

As the tears fell, she remembered the cuts on her face. Every time another drop fell, it sank into the open wound, mixing blood and salty water down her cheeks. The sting was enough to subside the pain in her chest, but not enough to make it go away. And all she wanted was for it to go away.

Suddenly, soft steps on her stairs forced her head to snap forward to see a witness to her despair. Erica wore a sympathetic smile on her face, something that surprised (Y/N) out of her tears. It had been the first time she had even held a kind gaze toward the girl, always throwing sarcastic comments or unnecessary jabs her way. But at that moment, she came to her as a friend.

“Let’s fix up that face,” she said. “Where’s the first aid kit?”

“Uh, um,” (Y/N) cleared her throat. “There’s one under the kitchen sink.”

“Let’s go.”

The blonde helped her up from the ground and followed her quietly into the kitchen. She didn’t throw snarky remarks her way or make fun of the way her face was most likely a disaster. All she did was remain silent and try to help.

Once the first aid bag was on the counter, Erica patted a stool to instruct the girl to sit. Something she very much obliged to before the werewolf set to work. She put on a pair of black gloves and set to clean the wound with cleansing wipes, clearing away any debris or tear that might have mixed with her blood.

“This is gonna sting a bit, okay?” Erica announced as she uncapped the liquid stitch bottle. “Do you need something to bite down on?”

“No,” (Y/N) smiled softly. “Go ahead.”

The girl winced softly as the liquid touched her skin, but it was quickly replaced with the comfort of Erica’s soft hands pinching the slash closed. She repeated the step two more times before cleaning the area once more and covering it with a gauze bandage. “There,” Erica said as she finished bandaging her arm as well. “The wound should breathe during the night to help with the healing. Try to keep it dry or without direct water contact for about five days, and you should be good.” 

“Thanks,” she said. “You’re good at this.”

“I’ve had one too many falls not to be,” the girl chuckled as she put away the kit. “It’s actually the reason I’ve always wanted to become a doctor. I wanted to make sure no one else went through what I did.”

“Why can’t you?”

“At first it was because I was so behind in school, I’d never get the grades to get into a good school,” she shrugged. “Now, with the whole werewolf thing, I don’t think I could.”

“Why not? I think now it’ll be so much easier for you,” (Y/N) offered. “Now, you don’t have to deal with the seizures, and you can focus on your schoolwork. Later on, I’m sure any school would be begging to have you go there.”

“I don’t know,” the blonde sighed. “I guess, after seeing everything I have and going through what we have in such little time, I think med school seems stupid in the grand scheme of things. I would love to live a normal life, but I don’t think I was ever meant to. I mean, at first, it was epilepsy. Now, it’s the fact that I’m part wolf, part human, and I have yet to get that under control.”

Seeing Erica be vulnerable and sweet surprised (Y/N), and it was a welcome distraction to whatever it had been that had gone down with Derek. “You know this is going to end someday,” she tried to comfort her. “We’re gonna beat the Kanima, and the hunters will go back to their own lives. Life won’t always be like this.”

“How can you be so sure? Something tells me there’s always gonna be something in this town,” she chuckled dryly. “The only way to go back to normal is to leave.” 

“Is that what you want? To leave Beacon Hills?”

“I mean, it’s a plan,” she shrugged as she sat beside (Y/N). “I didn’t think it would be like this. The constant looking over my shoulder, the fear that I’ll be caught, the fear that I’ll be killed. I wanted the strength, the power that came with being supernatural. But I didn’t really measure the danger that came with it. Unfortunately, not every hunter can be like you.”

“I think that’s the first time you’ve ever complimented me,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Don’t know how I feel about it.”

“Don’t get used to it,” the girl grinned. “But seriously, you have no reason to protect us like you have. I mean, apparently, even lovesick Allison turned on lover boy.”

“Yeah, grief makes you do unthinkable things,” she sighed. “Especially when you have a monster like Gerard whispering in your ear.”

“And he doesn’t whisper in yours?”

“God no. I don’t think he particularly likes my family. At least my dad and I.”

“Ooh, family drama?”

“None that I know the details of, but I know it has something to do with me and some woman from my dad’s past,” (Y/N) explained, remembering the not-so-hushed words from her parents. “Also, my dad sort of sides with the wolves rather than the hunters. He thinks their methods are too extreme and cause more harm than good. He told me he wants to change the group from the inside out, but it’s hard.”

“And you believe him?” Erica inquired, biting the skin from her fingers. (Y/N) could see she hadn’t noticed yet. It was something she did before turning, a way to calm her senses when everything seemed too much. “Do you really believe he’s on our side?”

“He helped me find Derek tonight, and he covered for me about the rave. I don’t think he would lie to me about that. My mom on the other hand…”

“Can’t stand us?”

“Yup.”

“Well, you can tell her the feeling is mutual.”

“Hey,” (Y/N) exclaimed with a smile. “That’s my mom you’re talking about.”

“No offense,” Erica laughed as she threw her arms up in surrender. “But seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever said this, but thank you, (Y/N). I’ve unnecessarily been a bitch to you, and you don’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”

“Am I really getting an apology from Erica Reyes? I think I might be dreaming.”

“Oh, come on,” she chuckled. “I’m trying to be serious here—vulnerable. I am grateful for what you’ve done for me, even when I was horrible to you. You didn’t have to.” 

“Well, you got the bitch part down, I didn’t think I needed it, too,” (Y/N) grinned before she took Erica’s hand and smiled warmly. “But it means a lot that you apologized. Thank you. Maybe from here on out, we could be friends. I honestly need more in this town.”

“I think that would be great,” she beamed. “I’ve been needing a dose of estrogen after so many months surrounded by testosterone.”

As the girls laughed, footsteps came down the stairs and quickly joined them in the kitchen, followed by the pitter-patter of claws against the hardwood floor. “Well, look at these two fraternizing,” Isaac told Boyd. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“I would be rude not to when it’s her house,” Boyd shrugged. “Which, again, thank you for letting us hide out here. We haven’t really received any other instruction from Derek.”

“Yeah, and I don’t think you will anytime soon.”

“What do you…?” Isaac’s words died in his throat as he noticed (Y/N)’s bandages and the smell of iron in the air. He was quick to rush to her side, inspecting her visible skin for any other wound. “What the hell happened?”

“Ah, just a small run-in with Jackson,” she shrugged as she knelt to pet Brody, scratching him on the spot behind his ears he loved so he wouldn’t worry about her. “I’ll be fine. I just don’t heal as fast as you guys do.”

“How serious was the cut?” Isaac asked Erica, knowing (Y/N) would only wave him off. “Was it deep? I knew I should have gone with you to the station.”

“It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, Isaac. She’ll be fine.”

“Dude, calm down,” Boyd chuckled. “She’s tougher than she looks.”

“Thank you, Boyd,” she smiled toward the boy. “I really appreciate the vote of confidence. You should learn from him, Lahey.”

“Yeah, it’s all fun and games until you get seriously hurt,” he grumbled, crossing his arms across his chest. “I can’t believe I let you go there by yourself. I should have been there.”

“And risk getting caught by my grandfather? Absolutely not,” she reprimanded. “As a matter of fact, all of you need to lay low because while Jackson is still the Kanima, more hunters will keep flooding into town, and I don’t wanna risk any of you getting caught. If you need a place to stay, I think I can talk to my dad and help you guys out. Maybe tell my mom the basement flooded and keep you guys there?”

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Boyd smiled. “We’ll talk to Derek first. See what the next steps will be.”

“Yeah,” she scoffed lightly. “And if you can find out what the hell is going on with him in the meantime, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

The four of them spent the next hour in her kitchen, talking and laughing like normal teenagers until Erica and Boyd said they were too tired to still be awake and headed to (Y/N)’s room. But not before the girl turned and thanked Argent for giving her a night where she felt normal. After that, only Isaac and her were left downstairs.

They had moved into the living room, where (Y/N) rested her head on his lap, and Brody curled up right beside them. Henry had texted her that he and her mother would be staying over at Chris’ house and that he’d keep her posted on anything that would be going down.

“I don’t understand what happened, Isaac,” she sighed as she felt his hands running through her hair. “Everything was going great until just an hour ago. What made Derek change his mind?”

“Honestly, I wish I could tell you,” he said. “But Derek’s not one to really talk about what’s going on in his head. The only time he’s ever been nice to me is when you’re around. He’s quite a dick when you’re not around.”

“But he’s still your alpha.”

“It’s not like there are many options here,” he chuckled. “And I guess I feel a bit indebted to him. If it hadn’t been for the bite, I’m pretty sure I would have ended up in the hospital, or even worse…”

Isaac couldn’t bring himself to say the words, instead taking in a shuddering deep breath. (Y/N) could see his eyes getting cloudy with tears as fear overtook him. Even if that part of his life was buried, there was no way to repress the memories.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Isaac,” she responded quietly, taking his free hand in hers. “And I’m sorry you had to go through it alone. I wish I could have at least been your friend back then.”

“I think you came at the perfect time,” he smiled softly. “Just long enough to get my shy and adorable side and stay to see my resurgence into an amazing and confident werewolf teenager.”

“You know, some people would say cocky and self-absorbed.”

“Well, those people would be wrong,” he chuckled. “But you did come at the right time. Those last couple of months, you actually gave me hope. If we had spent more time together, I think I may have even refused the bite.”

“Would you have, really?” (Y/N) mused. “Would you have given it all up?”

“I think so,” Isaac shrugged. “I mean, people around us don’t seem disturbed by what’s going on in this town. All I would have to worry about is whether or not I could pass my classes, and well, social services I guess.”

“Not funny,” she reprimanded, slapping him softly on the chest. “But the supernatural does suit you.”

“It does, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, calm down, Lahey.”

“I’m just kidding, Argent,” the boy laughed. “As for Derek, all you have to do is give it time. He can be a moody one.”

“Something feels different this time, though,” she sighed. “I don’t know what it is, but something’s just off.”

The last thing Derek had wanted was to make her cry. Hearing her sobs through her door made his heart wrench in his chest, and all he could do was get as far away from her as he could. His legs took off in a soft run at first but quickly turned into a supernatural sprint that had his lungs aching for air. All he could do was run.

Soon enough, the scenery of houses and cars turned into trees and bushes. Leaves crunched under his feet, and branches snapped as he stepped on them. Even when a rock stood in his way and threatened to make him lose his balance, he simply kept running.

He wished (Y/N) knew that what he did had been for her own good. If she wasn’t by his side, there was no way she could be used as a bargaining chip. Especially not with Peter back. He didn’t trust his own life in the hands of his uncle; how could he entrust him with (Y/N)’s?

By the time he had reached his family’s house, his body ached all over. Frustration filled his veins, and his limbs ached with the need for violence. He let out an exasperating scream before his fist went through a wooden board. He didn’t know if he wanted to keep breaking down the house or just sit down and cry. As much as he wanted to be by (Y/N)’s side, he knew that the best thing for her would be for him to stay as far away as possible. He had lived long enough with loneliness, though none as hurtful as this one for a long time. (Y/N) would soon enough move on from him, and he’d be the one to carry the hurt. As long as Peter was in town and her family would punish her for her affiliations, he’d just have to stay away.

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[alphaboyd]

1x1/2x1/2x3

[stereklyrics]

Okay but... Stiles has a younger sister and Derek doesn't remember this fact, so when Stiles has to skip a pack meeting because his sister is sick and he wants to take care of her, he asks everyone "Where's Stiles? He's never late for the meetings."

Erica answers "His little sister is sick, he's taking care of her." and Derek's just like "Uh? Stiles has a sister?" and Lydia is like "Have you been living under a rock?! His sister is basically ALL Stiles can talk about!" Derek shrugs and says "I honestly thought that it was his cat, dog, whatever." Isaac bursts into a laugh and is lost for everyone, Erica soon follows with Lydia not much behind. The only one who manages enough control to ask a "You thought his SISTER was his PET?!" is Boyd but he soon follows the rest of the Pack on the laughing party. Derek just wants to bury his head into the ground and never get it out.

[cmnzoq]

The betas

[ijustdontlikepeople]

Teen Wolf x Internet

[fruchtfliege]

UNTIL IT CRASHES DOWN by fruchtfliege

synopsis: Derek wasn’t born a wolf. Surrounded by a supernatural family, it’s pretty hard to forget that he’s not special, not powerful like Laura, or wild like Cora. His mom can barely look him in the eyes. But when a series of mountain lion attacks shakes the town, strange things start happening to Derek. Things he can’t explain.

So if he must befriend Stiles (the guy who had a crush on Derek since forever) to figure it out, maybe it's all worth it. To hell with his reputation! Derek can't go on not sleeping, hearing strange noises, and what's this pattern he keeps drawing every day? With only an annoying sister, a nosy kid detective, and his three preppy friends to keep him sane, what could possibly go wrong?

So, yeah, maybe Derek isn’t a wolf, but… he’s something.

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski. Chris Argent/Peter Hale. Lydia Martin/Jackson Whittemore. Allison Argent/Scott McCall.

tags: Banshee Derek. Derek is the same age as the other teenagers. No Hale Fire. sterek. Peter has ADHD fight me. Slow Burn. Derek is a bit of a bitch but we love a character arc. Pining Stiles. A bit of Scott bashing. More petopher than I thought there would be. Abusive usage of italics. Stiles is team Star Trek. Alan Deaton local supernatural therapist and veterinarian. Hurt/Comfort. derek is a preppy kid. and if Derek has a tad of the tism im just keeping it in character but yall aint ready for that discussion

Chapter: 11/20

[freddieslater]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Brett Talbot x Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf)

Requested by @rhyslahey

Brett stops Scott before he can knock on the door. Lori groans but he doesn't take another step, looking directly at Scott.

"You're absolutely positive we'll be safe here?" He doesn't ask because he doesn't trust Scott, but because he needs to see that he believes this is the right decision as well. For Lori's sake more than anything.

Scott understands. "I promise. No one is going to find you here. Not Monroe, not Gerard. Nobody knows this safe house exists outside of the pack."

He assured him of that before they even left, but now that they're in France, so far away... Far away is good. For the time being, at least, until things settle down and it's safe for them to return home.

"And this friend of yours, the one who lives here," Brett begins, eyebrows raising, "you're sure we can trust him?"

"Brett," Lori says impatiently. She can't stop looking around them every few seconds, worried they're going to be crept up on.

Scott nods once more and wholeheartedly says, "You can trust him. Isaac is one of us, and he knows we're here."

Taking a deep breath, he finally lets Scott go ahead and knock on the door. He keeps himself back a bit as footsteps approach them on the other side of the door. His arm slowly creeps out to push Lori back if necessary.

The door opens. They're immediately ushered inside, and Scott offers for them to go first but Brett insists. He walks in behind him, keeping Lori close at his heels.

For a safe house, it's a pretty nice apartment. They all move into a big room with two couches and double glass doors that lead out onto a balcony. The thin, grey curtains are drawn enough for him to spot the Eiffel Tower in the distance.

Brett turns his back to it as Isaac, he presumes, walks in. He and Scott have a moment together, sharing a hug and a general greeting. Then Scott turns to him and Lori with a smile.

"Guys, this is Isaac. An old friend," he says, and turns back to Isaac as he continues, "this is Brett and Lori. I told you what's been going on, and that they need somewhere to sort of lay low for a little while. We're hoping not more than a couple weeks."

"You never know with Gerard," Isaac says darkly. "I thought he was gone for good and now you tell me he's back. And with a new sidekick, like Kate wasn't bad enough?"

"Except, he's her sidekick, apparently."

There seems to be some doubt in that for both of them. Brett keeps his eyes on Isaac, and only shakes his head in response when he asks him and Lori if they want something to drink.

Isaac leaves the room to get some water and a croissant for Lori, who complained that she was starving, to Brett's annoyance. He did offer to get her breakfast at the airport and she called him overbearing.

"You'll both be fine here," Scott says to them softly. He seems to be talking more to Brett than to Lori, who's already wandering the room, admiring the framed art on the walls.

Brett says nothing, but glances around as well. It really doesn't look like a bad place. Maybe a bit more open than he would like for the place they're meant to be "hiding out" but it's high-up and in a whole other country from Monroe or Gerard. Could be worse. He and Lori could be dead.

Stepping closer to him, Scott lowers his voice like it'll make any difference. "Are you okay?"

For a second, he's tempted to admit that he's scared. Terrified, actually. Of being found. Losing Lori. Being in a place so far from the only people they were able to call family. His stomach lurches at the thought of Satomi.

He clenches his teeth and nods, forcing a tight smile. "Mhm."

"I can stay tonight, if that would help. But I would need to go back tomorrow. With everything going on back in Beacon Hills, I can't stay too long," Scott says, looking and sounding like he feels horrible about it.

"It's fine," Brett says. "I get it. They need you. We'll be fine here, like you said." His eyes dart to the kitchen door where he can see Isaac buttering Lori's croissant. He nods his head toward him. "And he seems nice enough."

Scott nods with full sincerity. "He's one of the best I know."

Then Brett decides. This Isaac guy must be the real deal. When Isaac returns to them a moment later and offers him a glass of water, he accepts it with a slight smile of gratitude.

"Feel free to head through to the bedroom and get some sleep," Isaac tells him, glancing back at Lori as well, then turning back to flick his eyes up and down Brett's rigid form. "You look like you're about to drop dead from exhaustion."

Lori snickers. Brett narrows his eyes at him. His mouth curls into the first real smile in the past forty-eight hours or so.

"I'll remember to throw on some makeup next time I'm on the run," he replies dryly. "Thanks for the compliment, Jean-Paul."

"You know I'm not actually French."

"That's a shame," Brett says, unscrewing the lid from his bottle. He walks around him and Scott, pointing down the hallway they came in through. "Bedroom's down here?"

"Yeah, on the right." Isaac then turns to Scott and Lori in confusion as Brett goes to find the room. "Why's that a shame?"

He smirks to himself as Lori wearily answers, "He's always said he wants to date a French guy. Or even just one who can speak the language semi-fluently."

"Oh," Isaac says. After a beat, "I'm pretty fluent."

[ryoto-kuki]

Stiles (angrily reorganising the cabinets in the kitchen) :

Derek (being grumpy Derek on the couch) :

Scott : What's wrong with Stiles? Why is he so angry?

Erica : Derek and him had a fight...

Scott (extremely confused) : But Derek is acting normally???

wrote this cause im extremely pissed off rn.

[gremlinbabe]

Teen wolf headcanons: number????

-Stiles and Erica always have the best snacks Because they’re both insatiable bottomless pits for food.

-Lydia has a secret knife collection and the first one was given to her by Allison’s father before she was even in the pack

-Boyd Is a bachata king (he’s been in classes since junior high) 

-Erica is Peruvian, Portuguese, and Dutch.

- Scott took up boxing classes sometime after his dad left because he wanted to be more macho but quit after somebody clocked him in the jaw and it left his jaw crooked

-Allison is a horse girl.

-Isaac likes going to cat cafes and is regularly given cat ears by other patrons who think he works there

-Cora has participated in underground MMA fights to bring in some extra cash but was actually so good that she ended up with a decent Fanbase

- Peter is a ranch retreat owner and doesn’t tell the pack because he feels like they would crash every weekend just to be petty for all the bullshit he’s done to them

- Jackson’s adoptive parents have been treating him to mani and petti’s ever since he came out to show they’re supportive

- Derek started working part time as a mechanic because of a recommendation from his therapist

-Kira is the fastest in the pack even tho she’s clumsy. Short distance she can even out run the born wolves

-Derek and Mason have weekly Uno matches that last for hours that the entire pack likes to bet on

-Liam plays Pokémon go and is well known for being found in weird places just to catch Pokémon

-Mason is an art student & is extremely good at police sketches and that’s how he got recruited

-Jordan can turn any pool into a hot tub if he tries hard enough

-Derek asked stiles to start taking self-defense classes after Girard

-Kira convinced Malia to crochet every time something upsets her and now the whole pack Owns sweaters, blankets, scarves, and socks. Malia is currently working on hats

-Lydia and Peter regularly gamble and place bets on who will do the most stupid thing in the pack today but neither are allowed to place bets on stiles or Derek

-Stiles purposely learns wind magic just to do aang marble trick from avatar the last Airbender

-Boyd and Isaac have a secret tick-tock account where they regularly post to pack

-The entire pack knows in theory that Peter fucks because there was no other way for Malia to come into existence but still wholeheartedly believe that he got no bitches or swag (except Scott and Allison because peters flirted with both their parents and They don’t want him to actively seduce their parents out of spite so they leave him be)

[ilovewriting06]

Mischief and Angel- Part 1

"Babe!"

Nothing, nothing but silence which has me groaning, "Mischief, we have school!" He mumbles something that even werewolf hearing can't pick up and I frown as I kneel on the bed beside him, "Stilesss! Pleaseeee, I don't wanna take a shower alone."

I smirk when the response is almost instant, "Hmm, wait, what? Did you say shower?" I raise and eyebrow and peer down at his squinty eyes, "Depends, think you can fuck me in ten minutes so we aren't late for school?"

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Stiles in fact did not need ten minutes, he had me writhing and whining in two and cumming in four. He knows my body better than I do and that damn mating bite is so sensitive that he breathes on it and I'm reduced to a whimpering mess. God, I can't wait until his is healed enough that he gets the same pleasure, I'm going to tease the hell out of him.

I smile as he opens the passenger door to his jeep before picking me up and setting me on the ground, "Ready to show off that pretty new ring of yours, Angel?"

I glance down at the sparkling diamond resting on my rings finger before humming happily, "Mhmm, gotta ask the girls about bridesmaids and listen to them argue over who's maid of honor. My money's on Lyds."

He chuckles and kisses my cheek, "You do love your drama don't ya?"

I smile cheekily before giving him a quick kiss, "Alright, ready? If Coach sees the ring the whole school will know we're getting married before it's even lunchtime." He grabs my bag off the floorboard and swings it over his shoulder, "I don't care, I'll scream it from the rooftops. We're living together, buying a house together, and mated to each other, not to mention Dad and Melissa are probably telling everybody they see that their babies are getting married."

I snort and interlace our fingers together as we walk towards the main entrance of the school, "I'm gonna bet the whole hospital knows by now, as well as the police station. I think those two were more excited than we are." Stiles scoffs, "Hell no. Been thinking about that day for years Angel, years."

I squeeze his hand as we walk in the school and whisper, "So, when are we telling the rest of the pack? We should do it first, before the rest of the school finds out." He nods and grabs his phone with his free hand, "I'll message them to meet us in the library after first period since we all have a free second period, the perks of being a senior."

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As we walk into the library Scott wrinkles his nose and groans, "Oh God, you two smell!" I scowl at Scott as Stiles looks confused and a little hurt, "What?" I growl at Scott, "We're supposed to dipshit! Goddamn, you act like you and Kira don't constantly reek of sex."

I can feel the light amusement coming through Stiles' bond as Lydia smirks, "Oh, I like this new Y/N, what happened to change your attitude? Did he fuck you that good?"

All the boys make varying degrees of disgusted faces and/or noises but the girls look like they want details. They'll be getting those after school, during lacrosse practice, when I'm not drooling over Stiles' ass.

I give Lydia a look that says I'll tell you later and she nods with a small smirk, "Alright, moving on, what's up with the meeting lovebirds? Decide that you're mated so you're moving or something?"

Stiles and I glance at each other because they technically aren't wrong, they just don't have all the details and we don't get a chance to give them the details before Lydia straightens her posture, "Please tell me you aren't moving."

I lay my bag on a nearby table before tilting my head in a so-so manner, "We are, just not for a little while and we'll be staying in Beacon Hills, maybe Beacon Valley if we find a nice house but that won't be for a few months still." Lydia lets out a small sigh of relief before raising on of her perfectly shaped eyebrows, "Then what's this about?"

I hold up my left hand letting the sun reflect off of the diamond and all the werewolves cower because the girls scream. Even Stiles winces and steps a little closer to me as if they're a threat, new instincts, it'll take a little while before we fully relax around them again. I don't get a chance to say anything because I'm being bombarded by four squealing and excited girls and I can feel the unease flowing through Stiles. I look at him and give him a small smile, "It's alright Mischief, I'm okay."

At my words the girls step away and Kira's eyes widen, "Oh no, did we do something that we weren't supposed to? I forgot that things are different now with the whole mating thing." The girls nod in agreement with her statement which causes me to smile, "No, no, it's okay, we all have a few things to learn, which is another reason for the impromptu meeting."

When we're all scattered around a table in the corner I'm sitting on Stiles' lap running my hand through his hair to help comfort him as he rubs my back. I shift to get a little more comfortable and look around the table, "Okay, there are a few new things that came from the mating process. First things first, if we aren't together we'll be extra irritable unless we're with pack, then we'll just be mopey. Next thing is important, at least for the next week or so, we're on edge around everybody and perceive them as possible threats so when there is sudden movement or loud noises directed at one of us the hackles on the other raises, quite literally. Even with Scott it took the whole weekend before we would leave each other alone with him. Which is ridiculous by the way!"

I give Stiles a look and he sinks back in his seat slightly remembering Sunday morning after family breakfast when Scott and I were doing the dishes together and Stiles lost his mind, that was an interesting conversation with Mom. After like five minutes, and she got over the broken plate, she was in hysterics at the hilarity of the situation. I had been a little peeved at Stiles but less than an hour later him and Scott were playing video games and I got territorial when they reached for the chips at the same time and Scott smacked his hand away, that resulted in a broken vase and a very loud growl. Sunday was definitely a learning curve which resulted in a few things breaking and a very horny Stiles more than once.

I nuzzle Stiles' cheek with a small whine, "'S okay, not mad." Stiles practically melts under me and the girls coo over how cute we are. "Literally so jealous. Why can't I have a mate? I want to snuggle and read his mind?" I glance at Kira and chuckle, "We can't read each other's minds Kira, we can feel each other's emotions though."

She nods and I continue explaining our new lives once everyone has stopped cooing over Stiles and I, "Okay moving on, we got engaged the morning after we got to the cabin, thanks by the way Lyds," She gives a small nod as I continue, "So, now we have to plan the wedding and decide all that jazz but we're also going to start house hunting and see if we find anything that we like, and as of right now I'm living with Stiles at his Dad's house."

I take a breath and Stiles pointedly looks at the wolves, "Speaking of there is now mountain ash lining my window so STAY OUT, or use the damn door, that's kind of what it's there for. We're also changing the doorknob on my room so that it locks so for the love of god, if you decide to come in the front without knocking don't come barreling into my room because you'll break the door down and I can't promise that you won't be scarred for the rest of your life."

They nod in agreement before Erica smirks, "What if I want to barge into your room and see?" I roll my eyes and kick her leg since she's sitting beside Stiles and I, "Don't be such a perv Erica, god you need to get laid. So does Boyd, there, problem solved, Boyd, Erica, you're going on a date tonight." Erica stares at me wide eyed and Boyd raises an eyebrow which has me continuing, "She'll be ready by 6 tonight, take her somewhere nice. And Erica, play nice."

Boyd shrugs and nods while Erica blushes at the prospect of going on a date with her crush and I clasp my hands together, "Alright, girls, I assume you guys agree to be bridesmaids? You can decide who's maid of honor because I love you all equally."

They all perk up and nod as Lydia declares, "I'll be maid of honor." At this Allison scoffs, "No, I am." I smile and lean into Stiles enjoying the show, "Hell no, I've known her longer!"

"Bullshit, I dated her brother!"

"Key word, dated, as in past tense!"

"Oh please, it doesn't change the fact we were like sisters!"

"Ha, right, and the friendship her and I have had for 15 years is of no importance? Hell, I was the one that finally got Stiles to ask her out, and I provided the cabin where they got engaged!"

Allison rolls her eyes and matches Lydia's glare, "Yeah, well I gave her advice on sex."

I raise an eyebrow at this knowing Allison just set herself up for failure and I'm proven right by Lydia, "Uh huh, right. I was the one who bought her, her first box of condoms, I'm the one that gave her tips on how to give good head, and not to mention I bought her a pregnancy test when she was pregnant! Bet you didn't know that!"

At the last part I tense up and hiss, "SHUT UP!" Her eyes widen as she shrinks down into her seat but the damage is already done. I feel Stiles stiffen under me and feel the myriad of emotions course through my veins as he croaks, "What?"

I whine at the sadness and the small amount of anger that I can feel coming from him, "Maybe we should go somewhere else and talk about this." He jerkily nods as he helps me off his lap, "Yeah, clearly we have a few things to talk about."

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I bounce my leg up and down in the passenger seat of the jeep as Stiles stares at me expectantly, "What did she mean?"

I squeeze my eyes shut at a loss for words and Stiles whispers, "She said when you were pregnant, not when you thought you were pregnant. Did she...were you?"

I sniffle and nod slowly and whisper softly, "Yeah."

Stiles' hands clench on his lap as he lets out a slow breath, "What happened? Why didn't you tell me?"

I blink back tears thinking back to the emotions I felt in that moment before I make eye contact with him, "I-I was pregnant and I didn't tell you because-because I didn't have a chance to and then it hurt too much to talk about it."

He furrows his eyebrows in confusion before realization crosses his features, "Miscarriage." It wasn't a question but I nodded anyways as I struggle to hold back tears. He leans back in his seat processing before he looks back at me, "How far along were you?"

I twirl the ring on my finger before shrugging, "I-I'm not sure but I think I was close to six weeks when I found out and I wanted to tell you, but I was scared, Stiles, I didn't know what to do. I was scared and I had just turned 16 and we hadn't really discussed kids in detail you know? When I finally realized it wouldn't effect how we feel about each other, I was planning this cute way of telling you but...god this hurts."

I tilt my head back as the tears start to overflow, and choke down a sob, "I was going to tell you on Saturday...I miscarried on Friday."

I take in a shaky breath but when Stiles grabs my hand in comfort and I feel his worry and concern through the bond, the dam breaks. I let the tears flow as I crawl over the seat to straddle Stiles' lap until I was buried in his chest, "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry! I couldn't, it hurt, it still hurts. I-I didn't know how t-to tell you and I didn't even want to remember, so I tried to f-forget about it."

He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close as he murmurs in my hair, "It's okay, it's alright, shh." I shudder with a small sob as he rubs my back, "I'm sorry."

He settles a hand in my hair as he rests his chin on the top of my head, "It's okay, Angel, it's okay. I'm not mad, I'm just hurt you didn't tell me."

The minutes tick by, the silence filled by soft sobs and even softer whispers. When I calm down and pull back I look Stiles in the eye noticing the slight wetness of his own cheeks, "No, Mischief, you're allowed to be mad, you're supposed to be mad. I-I lied to you, I never even told you. Mischief, be mad, be angry, yell or cry or something."

He shakes his head, "No, me being angry and yelling isn't going to do anything except make us both feel worse. Yeah, you lied, and I'm a little annoyed about it, but at the same time I understand why you didn't tell me. I can't even imagine, Jesus, Angel, I'm more upset you went through it alone than you not telling me. You, you were pregnant, with a baby that you wanted, and you find out and then you lose it. Y/N, that's punishment enough, me making you feel bad does nothing for anyone. Plus I can feel the pain you're in right now and it's excruciating, that's why I'm not mad. If it hurts like this after it's been what, a year, I can't even fathom the pain it caused when it happened."

I bury my face in his neck as I tighten my hold on him, "I-I almost told you, at the cabin. After we mated and we were laying in bed and talking about my wolf wanting a baby. I almost told you, it was on the tip of my tongue but I couldn't, it's like every time I thought about it, I felt physical pain."

He nods and rubs his knuckles across my jaw before cupping my cheek, "I know, I can feel it, I can feel you. I'm glad I know now but I think it's best if we move on, not forget about it but call it done and dealt with. I know now and that's really the only important thing now and I don't want to keep talking about it if it's going to make you feel like this. And if you want to wait before we have kids that's o-."

"NO! No, I don't want to wait. I mean I want to wait until we've at least graduated but once we're married, I don't really have a reason to not have kids. I want them, I've always wanted to have your children, with your whiskey amber eyes and mole doted skin and your cute little nose. They'll be adorable."

He blushes a deep shade of red as he clears his throat, "Funny, I wanted them to have your hair, and eyes, and skin tone, and humor, and brains."

I raise an eyebrow and snort at his last comment, "Right, it's not like their daddy has a 3.9 gpa and a 10 on the sarcasm scale, which I haven't decided if I want our kids to have or not. Teenage years will be hell."

He rolls his eyes and scoffs, "I don't know what you're talking about, my teenage years are not hell thank you very much. I am a fantastic son."

I lean back and deadpan, "Uh huh, you sure were the perfect son when you would sneak out to fuck your girlfriend that no one knew you had. Oh, oh, not to mention all those nights you spend in the woods fighting something with glowing eyes and razor sharp teeth and proceeded to lie about it. Also the fact that you never leave well enough alone and almost got killed, repeatedly. Did I mention that you started sneaking out at the age of 15 to have sex?"

He blinks a few times and nods, "Okay, you have a point. We should probably pray they're more like you."

I bark out a laugh, "HA, right! Are you forgetting who encouraged you to sneak out to have sex at 15, spends the night in the woods helping you fight something with glowing eyes and razor sharp teeth, and helped you hide the fact that you were dating and boning your best friends sister."

He grabs my hips and lets out a disheartened sigh, "We're screwed."

I nod despite myself because holy hell, our kids are going to be little terrors.

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When we get to Econ Coach is digging through papers on the desk mumbling about stupid kids and Greenburg. Stiles takes a seat and I slide in right beside him chuckling as he quickly places a hand on my thigh, because of the constant need to touch.

When Coach finally looks up he perks up when he sees us before loudly speaking, "Stilinski! Y/L/N! Glad to see you two are back and not dead in a ditch somewhere! Where'd you run off to, France or somethin'?"

I snort and mumble 'or somethin' as I squeeze Stiles' hand silently giving him permission, which he takes, "Nah, nice little cabin in the woods, had to romance her to get to agree to marry me. Worked in my favor though."

Everyone's jaws dropped, except for the few members of the pack, before Coach comes over and slaps Stiles on the back, "Good to know you can do one thing right Stilinski! Congratulations, and I ain't comin' to the wedding unless there's alcohol."

I smile up at Coach and shrug, "Sorry Coach, only gonna be 18, no alcohol." Coach grumbles and stalks to the front, "That ain't a wedding, that's a funeral. No alcohol, stupidest thing I ever heard."