#the start of derek's complicated jeep feelings

[buckybarnesss]

were they really going to make derek and stiles the b couple of this episode put them in an enclosed space for a prolonged period of time, bickering and one of them was dying and not expect fans to latch on like a koala bear?

my god derek threatens to rip stiles's throat out with his teeth and i'm supposed to be normal about them?

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Jeff Davis just ruined everything! Everything! Do you know if there's any fix-it fics yet!

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Anonymous asked:

Love your page! Can you recommend fix-it fics for the movie?

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angelofthetrenchcoats asked:

hii

do you know if there are any tw movie sterek fix it fics yet?

thanks❤️😂

“Take me back.” by Theo4thestars

(1/? I 979 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles finds out Derek is dead. He’s hurt. He finds out Allison is alive. He’s never been more happy. He’s conflicted so he goes home.

we're all burning. by unholyturtle

(2/2 I 2,400 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles came home and Derek did not die.

Broken Things (It's Complicated) by PalenDrome (nerdherderette)

(1/1 I 3,880 I General I Sterek)

It's been fifteen years, and Derek still has feelings about that Jeep.

Crawling back to you by ads1008

(1/1 I 10,901 I General i Sterek)

Stiles gets a call from Eli that Derek has died. He runs home in time to be at the funeral where Eli barrels into him crying shaking like he is five years old again after a nightmare. Stiles holds him tight looking up at the pack he walked away from years ago. The ones that hurt him and his family too many times to count. His eyes landed on Scott, who looked sad and sorry. Stiles didn’t care for his pity. Rage boiled in him at just seeing his ex-best friend. The man that almost ruined everything for them 15 years ago but it looks like he already did. Stiles pulled Eli away, handing him off to his dad. Stiles walked over landing a hard punch to Scott’s temple.

“What did you do?” Stiles shouted.

Stiles knew he had to bring back the love of his life and the father of his son, with the help of Lydia and the rest of the gang. Stiles must fight one last demon of his own to bring Derek back. By doing so, secrets of the past fifteen years will be told. His young son, Eli, will know more about himself and his parents than either Stiles or Derek was ready to share.

We'll Take On The World by lookingforatardis

(1/1 I 26,000 I Mature I Sterek)

Derek grew quiet, eyes searching Stiles’ face. “It’s called True Mates.” “Do you think we…” he started, but cut himself off. He wasn’t sure he wanted an answer. “Maybe,” Derek nodded anyway, eyes cast down. Their hands were intertwined on the bed where they sat, and Stiles traced Derek’s knuckles with his fingers. “How would we know?” Derek sighed and leaned over to rest his head against Stiles’ shoulder. “There’s always a sign."

No More Martyr Bullsh*&t by Arieanna

(12/12 I 35,230 I Mature I Sterek)

Thank god someone had the brains to call him. Now he was running through the preserve to that stupid stump, hoping that he gets there before it's too late and he loses his reason for living.

"X" marks the spot by mmspring

(3/3 I 39,796 I General I Sterek)

"Please, bring my nephew back" Stiles stays silent for a second, before clearing his throat and speaking again. "Do you remember that time when you asked if someone in this town could stay dead?" he asks, and waits for the other man to confirm that he, indeed, remembers. "Well, let's hope the answer is still no".

Or

Stiles has to save the day once again, but he doesn't want the recognition for it.

Nothing Ever Stays Dead by Violet_Michelle

(22/22 I 79,189 I Mature I Sterek)

Following Derek’s death, Eli took the Jeep and went to find the only person he thought could get his dad back.

Yoda Said It Best by OKDeanna, thePurebloodPrat

(21/21 I 99,128 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek Hale knows he as a problem. Contrary to what some might believe, he isn’t stupid. He knows the Jeep has meaning to him, real meaning. The kind of meaning that he doesn’t want to think about, let alone stop and have to analyze. Except… his son keeps pushing him about it, prodding at him, and then before Derek knows it, Stiles is back in Beacon Hills, driving the one thing in the world Derek wishes he never had to set eyes on again. If Derek isn’t careful, he could open himself up to a fall, and that would affect more than just his son but also his own traitorous heart. Because with Stiles back, Derek finally has hope again, and its making him want the things he knows better than to ever crave: a home, a future, a life—love.

One-Sentence Premise: To find the happiness they both crave, a lonely stressed-out single dad and a disillusioned FBI agent must confront their shared past and accept the feelings that have always existed between them.

[lihhelsing]

I'm fighting the urge to write a Fix-It fic about the Teen Wolf Movie just because this fucking movie has awakened so many of my Sterek feelings and I'm DYING

Movie Spoilers Ahead

So Eli Hale has a habit of stealing STILE'S JEEP from his family garage because it pisses his father off? And Derek has fixed the keep after Stiles left it behind?

FINE. But that's because Derek tried to move on from Stiles, had a kid, and realized he wasn't happy in his marriage. 

So he and Stiles try for the first fucking time and Stiles sees Eli growing up. They don't acknowledge their relationship at first - and they don't tell Eli because he's still too little when they are together - but they have some nice moments. They are happy.

Eli grows up seeing how his father and Stiles make a nice family together. He gets attached to Stiles because how can he not? They have taco Thursdays and Stiles promises Eli he'll be the one to teach him how to drive when he's old enough and yes, he's doing in on the Jeep. 

And it fills Derek's heart with so much joy, to see his kid and the man he loves getting along. 

But by Eli's 10th birthday, things start to get weird between them. Things are getting too serious and Derek is scared and Stiles is afraid of fucking this up because that's what he does, isn't it? He fucks things up. 

They fight a lot and Derek can't keep doing this to Eli. He has to put Eli first, so he asks Stiles to move out, for a while. Just until they can find a way to fix whatever is broken between them. But Stiles... He's a martyr and he can't jeopardize Derek and Eli's relationship. That's bigger than anything else. 

So without saying anything, he leaves. 

And Eli rebels because he just doesn't get it. He thinks his dad messed things up with Stiles. He thinks Stiles didn't like him enough to stay for him. Things get awful, Derek shuts himself off and Stiles just stays away because it's easier. 

By the time Eli is turning 16, he starts stealing Stile's jeep. Yes, because he's trying to upset his dad but also because Stiles promised him. 

After the tenth time, Eli steals it and no one comes to collect him. He parks it close to the old Hale property and he just hangs out there for a while, lying on the hood of the jeep, looking at the sky. 

"There's no place where the sky looks more beautiful than in Beacon Hills." A voice startles him and he gets up in a jump, looking straight at Stiles. 

He's older but his head is buzzed. He smiles at Eli and shoves him to the side so he can sit beside him.

"Your father is worried about you, you know."

"He doesn't care about me. Like you didn't care about me."

Stiles sighs. "I care about you, kiddo. So much. That's why I left. And your father... He's a complicated man. But he loves you more than anything."

Eli is silent for a moment and Stiles just looks at him. 

"You've grown."

"Well, you're old."

Stiles chuckles. "I guess I am." He waits for a bit, then, "I was just like you when I was 16. Didn't care about rules. Felt like I was invincible."

Eli doesn't say anything to that. There's nothing to be said. He feels invincible. He feels like his being reckless is the only way his father will pay attention to him. 

"Let's go home, Eli."

There's a long stretch of silence between them. Eli blinks and Stiles can see there are tears pooling at the corners of his eyes. 

"It's been a while since that house felt like home," is what Eli says, in a whisper. Like he's ashamed of saying it. 

"I know," Stiles answers, truthfully. He knows the feeling. No place he's lived in after moving away has felt like home either. "But it's time. So let's just go home."

[storiesbyrhi]

The slightest break in our usual Eddie Munson programming for me to scream about Teen Wolf: The Movie.

Spoilers below the cut.

I'm an original Sterek shipper from back in the glory days. I watched the new episode each week. I was queerbaited to death. In the year 2023, why must I continue to suffer like this?

You chose the villain most associated with Stiles, but can't convince Dylan - the heart of the show - to come back? The reason Stiles is M.I.A. is that he has his 'own fires to put out' with the F.B.I. Lazy?! Lazy writing! He would have come A.S.A.P., but especially after Sheriff was taken by the Oni!

"Maybe you should call your son." What the fuck?

You give me this shitty Stiles-free movie, and then make Derek's son Eli a) obsessed with Stiles' Jeep and b) have the personality of Stiles? And have Derek and Sheriff Stilinski buddy up? And have Sheriff kind of go all dad on Eli too?

Don't get me started on Derek's death. I'm very pro-major characters dying but Derek has suffered unbelievable cruelty and yet, he triumphs. He builds a real life. Then you kill him. Not just kill him, but send him to, what, hell?

"Derek had complicated feelings about that Jeep." Give me Sterek or leave it alone.

Also, on the subject of Derek as a hero - @thisdiscontentedwinter made a succinct and absolutely correct post about it here.

AND, you chose a villain heavily reliant on Kira, her culture, and her family but won't pay Arden what she's worth? You use Japanese folklore and Japanese-American history (e.g. internment camps in the U.S.) but can't even begin to service the meaning or legacy of that? Kira isn't even mentioned?

You replace Kira with Hikari, a young Japanese-American woman, and a Kitsune. Don't worry - she's also Liam's love interest! That means she's got character! Right?! RIGHT?! She literally is just there to deliver Japanese lore, be another body in the fight, and make foxfire and ramen. "We're here for our pain," she says. Yeah, Hikari, you sure are. (Hikari is played by Amy Lin Workman, who is not Japanese.)

Nostalgia couldn't even save this. When you bring something so problematic into the current year, all it does is draw attention to how fucking problematic it was to begin with. Jeff Davis' ego is far too big for him to admit mistakes and rectify them here.

The only good things were Jackson being so Jackson, the introduction of more gore and swearing into the Teen Wolf universe (sorry but I love a "fuck" where there were previously no fucks allowed), Peter's entrance (he's even campier now), and Lydia and Allison's friendship being important.

There's already a huge catalogue of posts on Tumblr about why the movie was so fucking shit lmao. I'm going to enjoy reading them. And, oh my god, am I going to start reading Sterek fanfic again?!

Also, why is everyone wearing flannel?

I miss Isaac Lahey.

How'd everyone else feel about it? Are we all crying in Beacon Hills?

[barnesbartons]

as much as the movie grossed me tf out

i do like the idea of derek holding onto stiles' jeep when he starts the auto shop, fixing it for his friend who he occasionally talks to (remember how he's the first person to bring up stiles in the movie), not quite sure why he's so fixated on keeping the jeep in shape when he knows stiles isn't coming back, that stiles himself abandoned escaped beacon hills & that the jeep was another thing that was left behind.

but stiles is still derek's anchor, and derek will fix the jeep, if only to maintain some connection at first. then he finds out about eli, and his anchor shifts, because another hale child, when he thought his family was all but gone. but there's still a part of him that wants some part of stiles in beacon hills to live on, so he continues fixing the jeep. and derek's annoyed at himself, cause he talks to stiles, he knows there's no chance of stiles returning, but fixing the jeep is another chance to talk to stiles outside of consulting the fbi.

(eli never really learns about stiles, just that there was someone in his dad's life that was always there, but not really. for some reason his father never lets him into his office when he's doing consulting work. it's always "scott and his friend saved me from getting my arm chopped off", "scott's friends helped me save your aunt cora," but eli doesn't know who stiles actually is, doesn't know who the jeep belongs to, not until-)

derek dies. the stupid jeep is in his auto shop yard and sheriff stilinski has the keys after eli's stolen it for the umpteenth time, and he gives the jeep to eli. and tells him about it being stiles' jeep, about how his dad had complicated feelings about the jeep. and then eli realises that all those times that derek was smiling on the phone, was annoyed in the yard fixing the hunk of junk over and over again, might've been for someone something other than just a project he could never get rid of.

stiles doesn't find out derek's dead right away. the sheriff doesn't feel like it's his part to tell his son that his friend died. not until eli shows up at his apartment and stiles just knows that there's no longer going to be any calls from his 'friend from the hometown'. and stiles thinks about the goddamn jeep and how it's no longer going to be taken care of, that the jeep is just going to be abandoned like stiles originally did. but stiles steps outside and sees his jeep behind eli and realises that it's in new hands now.

stiles tells eli stories about derek from a whole new light, keeps the memory of derek alive, with the jeep in the front yard gleaming. they grieve together for the loss of a loved one.

(because all this time stiles was waiting on the other end of the phone, excited to hear about his jeep, the sheriff, eli, about derek. all this time stiles was waiting on "i found another roll of duct tape hidden in your engine, goddamnit stiles", knowing that he couldn't go back to beacon hills, but he could wait for derek to figure it out and come to him)

(derek doesn't, but his jeep does.)

[colethewolf]

I became a huge Sterek fan because the fics were great, but I admit to never watching the show or the movie since I heard the show was a mess and the movie was worse. So do you remember how the show treated Stydia,Stalia,& Draeden? because that is how a fandom becomes toxic is multiple ships. And it's jarring how Sterek writers have leagues better writing quality than the actual show writers so I totally understand why you guys didn't trust the show to develop this relationship. And I'm cackling at how Jeff let a mostly non canon ship get under his skin.

Absolutely. I used to be furious that Jeff refused to do Sterek in canon, and while it still irks me that Jeff (a gay man) clearly prioritizes heterosexuality and heterosexual relationships, I think the fandom collectively came to feel lucky that Jeff didn’t make Sterek canon.

Jeff’s track record with relationships in the show is that he ruins them. And intentionally, too. He clearly gets bothered when fans don’t focus on what he deems important, so he tries to ruin the things that they do focus on (ie. The ships). Not even the heterosexual ships that he apparently loves sooooooo much are safe from being ruined.

But Sterek shippers actually love Sterek, which is why the writing for them is so well done in fic. And it’s the reason why Sterek survived Jeff’s attempt to destroy it & why it survived the show’s run. I don’t think he was expecting fans to continue rallying around Sterek after he purposely kept Stiles & Derek from interacting in the show. And then Hoechlin left. And then Dylan left. Yet Stereks continued to ship it.

In my opinion, trying so hard to dismantle Sterek is what ended up destroying Jeff’s show. Not just his show, but his image as a showrunner. Before fans started to notice his Queerbaiting tendencies, fans actually loved him. Myself included. And we praised his writing and his work. Him putting more time and effort into trying to destroy a non-canon ship left him no time and energy to actually write decent seasons. And so look at those ratings immediately start to fall beginning with S4 (the same time he turned against Sterek).

In a way, I don’t think he’s been able to get over the error of his choice because he still tries to tease Sterek fans in odd moves. He oddly chose to bring Sterek back for the series finale. And he oddly chose to write the whole thing about Derek having “complicated feelings” about Stiles’ jeep, while also writing Eli to be like Stiles.

He either wants fans to forgive him or he thinks he’s being funny. But in reality, it just gives Sterek fans more things to write about in their fics. He should have just manned up and apologized back when it mattered.

[mattzerella-sticks]

spoilt (ao3)

Stiles's old jeep was supposed to be a birthday surprise for Eli, except that wasn't exactly true. It was going to be a gift for Eli, but someone else was supposed to be there when the fully functional jeep was revealed. Except Eli had uncovered it too early, and had taken it out for a spin no less. To Derek, the surprise is ruined. It shouldn't have effected him too much, but his feelings about it all are complicated - just like they are for the jeep and... other things.

           The jeep was conspicuously placed in our driveway, framed by the bay window with how closely Eli parked after he took it out for a joy ride. Its bright periwinkle-painted body glowed, a stark contrast to the midnight black sedan that sat behind it and the overall darkness of the average Beacon Hills night. Its headlights watched me where I stood within the room and I glared, unblinking, back at it. I heard Noah crack open two cans, the slight fizzle that followed, and his slow shuffle as he advanced towards me. “He was just having fun, Derek.”

           I took the beer from him, sniffing at it. It was my favorite, of course; the only brand I bought. Despite Noah’s opening move, the dour look hadn’t yet left my face. He’d need to do more. “Was that your defense for whenever Stiles got in trouble?”

           “Please,” Noah scoffed, “as if I could’ve gotten a word in edgewise to make my own case for him. Better he did the talking anyway.” I huffed softly under breath. Noah was right. Even I needn’t say anything further, and instead sipped at my drink. It was hard to do with pursed lips, but my mouth had been adamantly fixed in that expression and I wasn’t of any mind to fight it. “But Eli’s different. He wasn’t taking the jeep to go… uncover some underground were-dragon smuggling ring.”

           “Dragons?”

           “Not the point.” Noah forced me from my post and away from the window. If I was truly set on staying there, the older man would have had better luck turning a flat screw with his bare hands. But I wasn’t in the mood to be that obtuse. Defeated? Sure. Grumpy? A favored emotion of mine. Overreacting? Well… no one had called me that. To my face, at the very least. Noah used it when talking with Eli at the foot of the stairs, once dinner had finished and his grounding began. He hadn’t whispered it. He’d been around us long enough to know I’d be listening in, even if I didn’t intend to

           Noah was a staple at our house, especially recently. Especially when it’s me and Eli, alone, in the house. He was at dinner the past few nights. Tomorrow would make it a full week of the three of us enjoying meals together. The five previous nights were much more light-hearted affairs, with conversation shared as easily as dishes were passed between us. Tonight, the cutlery spoke in our stead, amongst themselves by scraping and whining against their plates. There was no hope of escaping the awkwardness of it all, as it sucked the air out of the room and trapped us like quicksand, pulling every occupant deeper and deeper into our discomfort. Eli glanced at Noah, who met it with an understanding nod and then volleyed his stare over to me while I kept my  gaze resolutely focused on the steak I tore into. They were some of the smallest bites of meat I’d ever eaten. I figured the longer I spent dissecting my dinner, the less likely I’d be forced to talk about it. I was proven right. The only time I’d spoken was at the very end, when I reminded Eli he was to head upstairs – without his phone, I said forcefully, cutting off his puppyish whine – and start on his homework. I abandoned the table to the leftovers as Noah walked Eli to the stairs.

           He was older, the wrinkles scratched across his face having settled and made a home within his expressions, the grey in his hair more prominent than the blond. I was older, too. Harrowed by time in my own ways, though not as obvious because of my abilities. I’d rather have the wrinkles and grey. But there wasn’t anything I could do to change my situation, nor would I. The path I took led me to where I am today, and for all the bad I suffered I was rewarded with good, too. Sometimes it’s hard differentiating between the two. My gaze wandered back over to the jeep.

           “It’s still gonna be a surprise.”

           “Not to Eli.”

           “Eli wasn’t the one you wanted to surprise.”

           The tips of my ears prickled with warmth, and I hated it. I kept my focus outside to avoid the smug expression undoubtedly flashing across Noah’s face like a freshly polished badge. Retirement hadn’t dulled his prowess in the slightest. “The jeep was for him.”

           “The jeep was slated for the junkyard,” Noah reminded me, “we held a funeral for it and everything.”

           I coughed up a hollow laugh. “I wasn’t invited.”

           “Because he thought you hated it.”

           “I do hate it.”

           “Then why is it sitting out there?”

           “To mock me.” I drew closer, my nose almost pressed against the glass as its and my contest grew in intensity. “Like it always had, ever since the moment I heard those tires grinding up the preserve.”

           “Derek…”

           He said nothing else. It was obvious how empty my speech was, how coolly I recited the speech without the faintest tremor of true feeling. I could recall actually hating that obnoxious excuse for transportation in another life, but it hadn’t been like that in a long time. Feelings changed, became complicated.

           I wished they were easy. I wished I could hate that jeep, then wished I’d never made that wish a second after the thought had formed.

           “Eli really loved driving around in Roscoe.”

           “He hasn’t been subtle about wanting a car.”

           “Eli loved it like he loved it.”

           It was another thing they had in common. I hadn’t said this, swallowed it past the lump in my throat for it to waste away along with the microscopic bites of steak I’d eaten. I burped out a small grunt, my only acknowledgment to Noah’s keen observation.

           “Derek,” he sighed, “Stiles is going to be completely floored when he gets home and sees his old car in top form because of you. He’s going to be happy. He’s going to…” Noah trailed off, letting my traitorous heart and mind fill in the thoughts in a rapid succession, timed to the beat of my heart.

           “I didn’t do this for Stiles.” I still insisted. “Eli needed a car and… all the new ones are too expensive, anyhow. Too… computer-y. I don’t trust them.”

           We were at an impasse, Noah not saying what he wanted and I refusing to let slip a secret I’d held onto so tightly, for so long, ever since me and Stiles went grocery shopping together, a weekend appointment established months ago once I learned Stiles had moved back to Beacon Hills after his and Lydia’s relationship fell apart, and he pressed two carrots against his cheeks while cackling in a terribly Eastern-European accent about wanting to ‘suhck mah bluhd’ and I realized there was no hope of ever returning to a life where Stiles wouldn’t be in my life because it wasn’t what I wanted. He had wedged himself into the splintered cracks of my chest, filling up the spaces where Eli couldn’t and making the world seem whole.

           It’d be better if we were more than friends, though.

           Noah laid his hand on my shoulder again, resting it there instead of trying to force me where he wanted. His touch grounded me, reminded me to breathe and gave me something else for my attention to cling to besides that cursed jeep. “He’ll be home soon, and then you’ll see. Eli taking Roscoe for a joyride didn’t spoil anything.”

           He’s right. I knew he was. Later on, I’d force crow down my throat as I apologized to Eli and lifted his punishment. But now, I lingered there and watched Stiles’s old jeep. I reflected on times when he had driven it, then compared it to the glimpse of Eli behind the wheel when I caught him speeding past me outside the hardware store. Eli looked as free as Stiles had. The jeep was the perfect car for him. Stiles wouldn’t have any issue passing the keys over to him. He loved Eli almost as much as I did, treated him like his son from time to time. I always wanted to pass Roscoe to my kids one day, he’d said when I towed the wrecked Jeep away from where it’d been smashed between a lamppost and an eighteen wheeler, the driver sitting in the back of a cruiser because he failed his sobriety test and Stiles huddled on the curb under a blanket, lucky to have been getting coffee at the moment of impact. I don’t think I’ll ever get to do that, he sighed. He remained uncharacteristically quiet the entire ride to my garage.

           I wanted to give him that, the satisfaction of a dream long thought denied. Because Eli was Stiles’s as much as he was mine, if I were truly being honest. There was no one else I would want to have helping me raise Eli. The past few years had been amazing since he stepped in.

           Except that was a fantasy. While I knew in my heart Stiles’s was mine, the reality was far bleaker.

           All I had was this jeep. And that’s not really mine, either.

[szappan]

my room started smelling like one of my old best friends' house and im having complicated feelings about it very much like the ones derek has about stiles' jeep etc

[andywritesfanfics]

too many memories - isaac lahey x y/n [part 1]

Part 2

Summary: y/n and Isaac have been inseparable after Allison’s death. But a late-night phone call revealing Allison to be alive makes things complicated for them.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of death

A/N: Allison is alive in this fic; I don’t know how and I don’t really care. A good ole angst for ya ;)

word count: 1017

“Okay, let me get this straight,” he says while tracing shapes on her arm, “I never said I actually wanted to move to Japan.”

Y/N turns around in his bed to face him and his stupid smile. “Then why are you practically begging to convince me?”

“Because,” he presses a kiss on her forehead “if I were to move there, I’d like to have you with me.” She smiles sleepily and closes her eyes. “I’ll admit, it does sound nice.” She sighs. “But I think we can rethink the location.”

Isaac flips her on her back, hovering over her. “Okay. What about… Russia?” he asks while kissing her neck. She shuts her eyes once again. “Too cold. What’s wrong with Beacon Hills?” His lips stop moving for a brief moment, “There are too many memories here.” He mutters before going back to kissing down her neck. “Surely you’d be cool with France. Or maybe Italy.” She tries to let go and keep enjoying his kisses, but his words get distant and her body gets numb.

Too many memories here. She knows exactly what he means. His first lacrosse game, how they celebrated their win; becoming friends with Erica and Boyd; boys’ nights with Scott and Stiles; Melissa cooking dinner for him and Scott; kisses they shared with Allison. The freezer; Boyd being impaled by Derek; Allison dying in Scott’s arms. She could remember how betrayed Isaac seemed as the girl he loved bled out in front of him. She remembers how hard she struggled to not go up to him right there and try to comfort him. The months following Allison’s death, trying to help Isaac feel at least a tiny bit better, Isaac finally opening up to her…

She thinks back to all the time they spent after Allison died, the first time they kissed in Stiles’ Jeep, him renting a tiny apartment, his first apartment… She hates to admit it, but sometimes she feels grateful that it was Allison that died that night. Not her, not Scott, not anyone but Allison. She knows it’s petty and gross to think that way, and every time that thought crosses her mind, she tries to shift her focus on something else.

“-and maybe we could go bowling afterwards?” Isaac asks as he lifts his head from her collarbones to look at her face. “Yeah, I’m down.” She replies, not sure about the first part of the plan and not really caring. “Okay so I’ll text Scott and you’ll convince Lyd-“ his sentence is cut off by his phone buzzing on his bedside table, illuminating the dark room.

“It’s Scott. I should pick it up.” He says while rushing out the bed. She sits up curiously, pulling the bedsheets on her and watches Isaac.

“What happened? Is there something wrong?” he asks with a worried look on his face. The expression quickly fades away to one she can’t read, and it worries her that Isaac walks out the door and closes the door behind him.

I wish I had let Peter bite me, she thinks and gets up from the bed just in case. It was near 2 in the morning, it most likely meant Scott needed help and she wanted to be alert if he came in and told her to follow him. She could still hear his muffled voice, but couldn’t figure out a single word. She puts on her shoes and starts pacing around the room. She looks at the digital clock on his table, 1:47. What could have happened? Is Lydia okay? She contemplates texting her, or Stiles, or Derek. 1:55. She can’t hear him anymore. Is he in the bathroom? She didn’t hear him go in. Would he leave without telling her what’s going on?

She decides to leave the room and see for herself, her anxious thoughts consuming her. Did something terrible happen?

“Isaac?” she calls out as she peeks her head through the bathroom and makes her way to the kitchen when she sees it’s empty. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table, his head in between his hands. She rushes to the table and as she’s about to ask what Scott said, he lifts his head. His eyes are red and puffy from crying, so she closes her mouth and steps closer to him to embrace him.

“She’s alive. Allison.” He says, making Y/N stop in her tracks. She knows she should be happy; no one is hurt and her friend is back from the dead, but Isaac would know so she doesn’t bother. She feels her fingers get colder, and mutters an “Oh,” as Isaac lowers his gaze, “how?”

He shakes his head “They don’t know yet,” their eyes meet, “they are trying to figure it out.” She wants to ask how he feels about it, how Scott sounded or anything that didn’t make her look so selfish, but her lips betray her.

“Does that mean I have to leave?”

Isaac pauses for half a second, half a second too long that makes her understand what he wants to say. Her stomach sinks, the lump in her throat makes her feel like she’s choking on air and her eyes sting as his beautiful lips part to tell an even more beautiful lie, “No. Of course not, Y/N.”

For a moment she believes it could work. They could pretend. They could move to Japan and keep doing… this. But the look in his eyes make it painfully clear that as longs as he knows Allison is out there they can never be the same. They can’t pretend. She lets out a small, breathy chuckle while a single tear escapes her eye.

“We don’t have to lie to each other Isaac.” She looks into his eyes, glistening with tears.

She expects him to tell her to stay, or that he meant it. She stares at his lips, for what feels like hours, and just like ripping a band-aid he chokes out “I can drop your stuff tomorrow, if you’d like.”

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I’m Not Afraid - Chapter 4

Word Count: 3,616

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

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.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others’ storyline.

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Chapter 4

After the eventful day yesterday, I could say that today was extremely boring. For some unknown reason, Stiles and Jackson had not shown up to school. But, after what happened I would have missed too, but I left my bike here and I needed to get it back. I wasn’t planning on staying longer than needed. Once the day was over and the clock hit three, I sped off to my house. I was still tired from yesterday and all I wanted to do was take a big long nap. My body felt heavy, and my head hurt like hell. 

But once I got home, I knew that I wouldn't be sleeping like I wanted to.

"What are you doing here, Derek?" I asked as I took off my helmet.

"We need to talk."

"No, we don't. There's nothing to talk about."

"(Y/N), please. You have been avoiding me for almost two weeks now. I need to know why." He sounded desperate. 

"And I want to know how many licks it takes to get to the center of a tootsie pop. Guess we won't be getting any answers today." I tried to walk to the door, but he grabbed my arm. "Let. Me. Go."

"Please, just talk to me. Give me a reason." His stare burned a hole in me. "Please."

"Seriously, Derek. Just leave me alone." He finally let me go, my arm feeling cold missing his touch.

"I won't stop until you talk to me and explain."

"Then get comfortable, sour wolf, you'll be waiting a long time." I entered the house and locked the door, finally letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

I changed into comfortable clothing and started cleaning the house. My parents would be here tomorrow, and I wanted to make sure the house was spotless. Truly, I just needed something to take my mind off Derek. Why did he make me feel this way? Yesterday the only thing I was wondering was why HE was there. And I didn't want to think that way. I didn't want to care about him. Not now, not ever.

After I finished cleaning, I found myself with nothing to do, so I ran upstairs and took a shower. I tried to take all the time in the world but there wasn't enough. I got out and went to bed thinking of the events of yesterday.

I was running through the forest and I felt someone chasing me. No matter how fast I ran, the creature ran faster. Before I knew it my body had collided with the floor and towering above me was the thing that had screeched last night. It looked lost, like it needed to find his purpose. His slit eyes stared down onto mine and his sharp teeth expelled a sort of saliva that trickled down to my face. His tail was moving up and down my legs teasing a cut. I wanted to move but I knew if I did it would try to kill me, so I stayed put. I closed my eyes and awaited what would happen but instead of death, a roar sounded. Startled, the creature screeched, and I screamed back.

I woke up screaming and sweating just 5 minutes before my alarm would make a sound. I got out of my bed and went to take a shower to relieve me from the dream I just had. It sounded just like the screech from two nights ago. My body felt cold, and I had goosebumps everywhere. To calm my nerves, I put the water in a hot temperature and let it ease my muscles and relax my body. I would have maybe called Isaac but, after knowing he's somewhat involved with whatever is going on and him being a douchebag the last few days, I didn't even bother looking up his contact. Maybe it was for the best. After the year ended I could cut ties without any remorse.

Once I was done with my shower I changed into comfortable clothes once again and ran down the stairs. For more than an hour I was enjoying a horror movie on TV when I heard the doorknob rattle.

"Mom! Dad!" I ran and jumped on both.

"Hey, munchkin." My dad ruffled my hair and hugged me.

"Hey, darling. How did your week go?" My mom asked. How could I explain to her something I didn't know?

"Pretty uneventful. Just hanging out around the house, organizing my room and stuff. But, enough about me. Come in, settle down, tell me about your week."

"Honey, why don't you go sit down, we need to talk about something." I looked at my mom weirdly and went to the kitchen to sit down.

"What's going on?" I looked at my parents who were fixing up dinner.

"Munchkin, you know how each year we have to move due to my business. Well, this year is gonna be different."

"We're not moving. Dad, you've said that before. How do I know you're not lying again?"

"We took this week kind of on a trial basis. You’re getting older and can handle bigger responsibilities like taking care of yourself and the house by yourself. So, it seems that we can be away for elongated periods of time and you’ll be just fine. And in any case, your uncle is here to take care of you."

"We will be living here in Beacon Hills and any business that needs to be taken care of we will just leave town for a few days. Are you okay with that?" My mother smiled. 

"Okay?! I'm beyond okay!" I jumped up from the stool and hugged my parents. "This is the best news ever!"

"That's great, honey. Now go do something while I start dinner."

When my parents told me the news that we were staying the first person that came to mind was Derek.

I had been avoiding him for such a long time and he did deserve some answers and maybe I could get some from him about what was going on in this freak show of a town. I decided to text him and told him to meet me at his house in the woods. I awaited his answer and rode my bike down the now familiar trail. And just as he had said, there he was, waiting on the front steps of the house.

"Hey, Derek," I said softly. It was hard to swallow my pride after the way I had been acting. 

"Hey, (Y/N). Are you finally ready to talk?" He said in a calm and soothing voice. Absolutely the opposite of what I was expecting. I nodded my head and sat down next to him. "So, why have you been avoiding me? Is it something I did?"

"No. I just had to."

"You had to?"

"Look, all my life I have had to pack everything up and leave behind a whole life. Every time the year ends, I need to forget about one life and start another. I have ignored so many people that have only been nice to me because I don't want to grow attached. Cause when I leave, I know I will never see them again and I'd rather be alone than have to pass through that heartache."

"So, once we started growing close you had to cut ties so you could forget about me." I nodded and he let out a sigh. "I get it. But you could've told me."

"Yeah? How? Hey, I'm gonna start to forget you now so I don't have to later. Wouldn't be too sensitive, would it?"

"No, but I would have understood." He looked at me. His eyes held kindness and understandings, things I didn’t deserve for my actions. "But why are you telling me now?"

"My parents told me that we're not leaving this time. We're here for good."

"So that means you'll stop ignoring me?"

"Yes." He smiled and gave me a hug. I hugged him back. "Now that I have given you answers, I need some in return."

"Like?"

"What the hell happened on Thursday?"

"Oh. That." He paused for a second and groaned, but I motioned him to answer me. "Of course. But what I tell you right now must stay between us, and you must give me your word that no one will know that I was the one who told you. Not Scott or Allison, not even your parents."

"Is it that important?"

"Absolutely. Look what's happening here, it's not normal nor human."

"What are you talking about, Derek?" I chuckled.

"Everything around you are not what it seems. There's just no easy way to say this."

"Derek, ballpark it."

"I'm a werewolf, an alpha. And so is Scott, Isaac, Erica, and Boyd, they're betas. Your family, including Allison, are hunters. They kill people like me and the others. That screech you heard yesterday, it came from a Kanima. A walking snake-like creature that kills people, murderers exactly, after paralyzing them with a type of venom it creates." He looked into my eyes trying to search for something. An answer, a sign, anything. It just wasn't there. "(Y/N), please. Say something."

I tried to speak up, but nothing came out. Maybe it was the shock, maybe I wasn't ready to hear this, maybe I didn't want to know that everyone around me was different. Out of this world, sort to speak.  Everything was changing and I couldn't do anything about it. I saw Stiles' jeep coming closer. Out of it came Scott, Allison, and, obviously, Stiles. I got up from the steps, ignoring their calls and Derek calling my name.

"Where are you going, (Y/N)?"

"Home." I turned on the motorcycle and tried to leave but I couldn't. I was frozen, listening to their conversation.

Derek's POV "What's happening?" Stiles asked.

"She's leaving, dimwit. Don't you have eyes?"

"Why would she leave like that?" Allison questioned and directed her sight to me. "What did you do?"

"Nothing. We were just talking."

"What exactly where you guys talking about?" Scott asked.

"Everything."

"As in." I stared at him and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, everything."

"Derek, why the hell would you do that?! It was not in your place to tell her about that." 

"Oh, like you would have told her anything. Just like you're telling Lydia. She came to me for answers, and I gave them to her."

"That is none of your business."

"I was not going to continue to lie to her. You do whatever the hell you want but I couldn't go on like that."

"Honestly, Derek. What is your problem?! She's nothing to you so I don't understand why you had to bring her into this twisted world." Allison screamed.

"You know why she has to know. I accept that it's not my place, but I knew you wouldn't say anything and, also, I didn't bring her into this. Your bloodline did. Don't pin this on me." Allison starts fuming and closing the gap between us but stops dead in her tracks when she heard the same thing all of us heard. (Y/N) falling off her bike.

"(Y/N)!!" I ran towards her and picked her up.

"Don't touch her!" Allison screamed.

"You can't tell me what to do." I bumped our shoulders and headed towards the house. "But if you wanna help out you can follow me."

Fuming, Allison followed me into the living room with the trail of puppies on her back. She helped me gently lay down (Y/N) on the couch whilst Scott found some gauze and alcohol for a scratch on her face and hopefully what would wake her.

After cleaning the wound, I held a gauze dripping with alcohol under her nose, but nothing happened.

"This is what I wanted to avoid. She seems so strong, but she is so fragile too. I wanted her to find this all out through her parents. Not some stranger she just met." Allison spoke to Scott.

"I think you underestimate the strength she has. And trust me, I am no stranger to her." I spat at her. "At least I was the only one brave enough to give her the answers she was seeking."

"Derek, honestly I could give two shits about what you think right now. It's your fault she fainted. Again, you had no fucking right."

"Look, Allison, I get it. You don't want her in this world because she's better than you. I get it." I smirked at her and she lunged at me. Scott held her back but I wanted the reaction. I was completely fuming, (Y/N) deserved better than lies. 

As she struggled, Stiles’s words brought us back from the fight. 

"Guys, she's waking up."

I directed my gaze again to (Y/N) and noticed her eyes fluttering open. "See, she's fine."

"But she wasn't."

"Well, she is now." I gritted my teeth.

(Y/N)'s POV

"Um, guys, yeah. I'm still here stop talking about me as if I were gone."

"Are you okay? How are you feeling?" Allison asked as if I had hurt myself.

"I'm fine. My body is functioning normally, my legs are moving one after the other, my lips are opening and closing, and my tongue is moving, and my arms are flailing. I'm super."

"Take it easy, (Y/N). You just found out a lot of stuff." Scott said.

"Yeah, you two are werewolves." I pointed at him and at Derek, then at Allison. "And you, along with our family, a hunter." I looked at Stiles. "And you're human, like me."

"And?" Derek asked in a harsh tone as if trying to keep up the mean façade he had. It made me angry, but the worry was evident in his eyes.

"It's fine. It's weird but fine." This time I did get on my motorcycle and started it.

"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" Stiles tried to stop me midway.

"Um, as I said before, home."

"You can't drive in this state, especially in a motorcycle. You could crash!"

"Allison, I have never in my life of driving crashed a motorcycle whereas cars, enough to start a small dealership, and some of them weren't even mine. I think I'm good." As I tried to leave, once again I was stopped. This time by Derek.

"I'll take you home."

"Um, you've done enough. I'll take her home." Allison stepped in. They got in each other's faces and I had to step in between them.

"Mom, dad. Stop. I hate when you fight." I snorted. "Sorry, but I'll take myself home."

Before any of them could answer I got on my motorcycle and sped off the same way I came through. When I got home, I was out of breath and dizzy. Everything Derek had said kept replaying in my mind over and over, like an endless loop of unimaginable words that seemed to be part of a dream. The front door of my house seemed so far, and it felt like almost half an hour had passed until I got there. Everything passed by slowly and blurry.

My father called out to me and it felt like I answered but I had no idea what I said. Maybe something in the lines of I'm tired, I'm gonna go to bed. I ascended the stairs one step at a time until I reached the top. It felt like climbing the Great Wall of China, but finally, I made it to my bedroom. Once I entered, I got the scare of my life and everything went back to normal. Derek was in my room.

"What the hell are you doing here, Derek?!" I yelled in a soft whisper.

"I wanted to see if you were really okay. You didn't seem good when you left."

"I'm fine," I said in a cold voice and started looking for my pajamas. He wasn't believing me, and neither was I. "Seriously, Derek. I am."

"You don't seem or sound fine. I heard you when you got here, you were out of breath and you took your time to get up the stairs as if it was the biggest climb of your life." It was evident that he was worried about me but there was nothing to worry about. I may still be in a bit of shock. He just needed to chill. Deep down I knew how scared I was. The world had turned into different stop frames. I could see everything pass me by inch by inch. I had time for everything. I could easily have gone to the other side of the planet and back and not more than a minute could have passed.

I went to the bathroom and changed in hopes that he would leave, even though  I didn’t want him to. He didn't. He looked around my book collection which, I may add, is quite big. My father had some people make a built-in bookcase and desk. It was probably my favorite place in the whole house, the kitchen ended second. Derek had taken one of my favorite books in his hand.

"Pride and Prejudice? Hm, never would have pictured you to read this kind of book."

"There's many things you don't know about me, sour wolf."

"Seriously, you're gonna keep calling me that? Even after you know it's true."

"That makes it more fun." I smiled weakly. "So, werewolf, huh?" He nodded. "And my family is filled with hunters." He nodded again. "And they hunt you."

"(Y/N), if this is too much for you, we can leave you out of it."

"It doesn't matter if you leave me out of it, I'll still be involved. I just don't want anything to change."

"I know. Me either." He said looking down. I walked over to him and hugged him needing some type of warmth. His arms engulfed me, and I felt relieved, completely forgetting how mad I was at him for being a dick not a few hours ago.

"It's just for the first time in my life I thought I cloud have a normal life with my family and new friends. I hoped to settle in a normal town where it's so boring, but you fall in love with the people there and never want to leave. I guess I just wanted normal."

"And I just ruined that." He sighed, his chest rising and falling against my head. "I'm sorry."

"Don't blame yourself. My parents would have brought me into that world soon enough. I think that's why they've had me working out and training for no apparent reason. They were hoping I would join the family business."

"Would you?"

"Huh?" I looked up at him.

"If they asked you to become a hunter, would you?"

"If I hadn't met Isaac, or your pack, or Scott... or you, I probably would have. But I can't be a part of something that hunts innocent creatures just because they believe the whole species is bad." He nodded but stayed quiet.

I went over to my bed in hopes he would stay but he made his way to the window. I don't know what came over me, but I called out to him. "Don't go. Stay, please."

Without another word he turned off the lights and sat next on the chair that was in the corner next to my bed. Finally, I drifted off with the possibility of words flowing from his mouth. 

Derek's POV

"I'll never leave you." I whispered to her as she closed her eyes and drifted into sleep. After some time, she started squirming and her heartbeat began to race. I sat next to her, and without waking up, she got closer and snuggled into my chest. I put an arm around her and heard her heartbeat slowly go back to normal. 

At around midnight I heard voices arguing downstairs. I didn't mean to overhear but I couldn't help it.

"You went looking for her again, didn't you, Henry?"

"Of course, I did. I'll look for her until the day I die."

"You know you'll never find her. That was the point. You told her to hide, and she did. So much that not even you can find her. I guess she didn't love you enough." She sighed. "And even if you found her, your father would use all his power to kill her."

"At least I loved her more than I'll ever love you, and that's enough for me."

 After that, a long silence. 

Then, a door slammed shut. 

Moments after I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.I tried my best to move in case they decided to check in with her, but (Y/N)’s grip on me only tightened. I had no escape other than to brace myself for whatever could happen. 

My heart started to race faster and faster as the steps became closer to the room. 

Step.

Step.

Step.

Her mother was right outside her door, probably debating waking her daughter up to wish her a good night. My breath hitched in my throat when the door handle started to softly turn; the gears in my brain turning, looking for the quickest escape. The door handle had turned completely and I prepared myself to run. But, it was let go. The footsteps receded and ended in the room next to (Y/N)’s. Once I heard her settle in bed I finally relaxed. I curled (Y/N) onto me and wrapped her tight. Something in me just wanted to protect her and let her know she’s not alone. I hadn’t felt this way in a long time and for the first time I wanted to see where it could lead.

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Just Penguins

Overview: Just a cute little drabble about penguins and Stiles Stilinski, dedicated to @snipsnsnailsnwerewolftales​.

Characters: Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 737

Warnings: None

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They’re just penguins, okay?

And Scott is just a werewolf.

And Derek’s backstory is just complicated.

You gnaw at your bottom lip and force a sigh out of your nostrils.

“Oh my god, did you-“ Stiles lightly slaps your arm, eyes fully focused ahead- “did you see that? The dude penguin just touched his flipper to the girl’s. Wow, I mean-“ his nose squishes against the glass, forehead accompanying the action- “nature, you know?”

You look down at your vastly empty hand, wipe the sweat that’s collected there on your jeans. “Uh-huh.”

He turns to face you, eyes slightly scrunched. “You good?”

You blink, try to wipe any evidentiary looks from your features that may have been there without your consent. “What? Yes, why? Of course I’m good.”

His eyebrows rise. “Right, because that was a super convincing rebuttal. I thought you wanted to come see the penguins-“

“-before they’re released, yeah, yeah. I did. I do.” You force a grin that feels like a grimace and step closer to the glass enclosure. “What were you saying about them holding hands?”

It was just the way he would wrap his arm around your shoulder while walking down the halls at school. Just the way he would always drive over in his Jeep to hang out and watch dumb TV shows with you after you’d had a bad day. Just the way he would laugh at your jokes, even if they weren’t all that funny. Just the way he listened to your late night rambles on the phone. Just the way he could always make you smile.

Just the way he was…well, Stiles.

“They mate for life, you know.” He cuts back into your thoughts, his voice as soft as the smile on his face. “Not many people can claim that kind of loyalty, much less prove it.”

“You can.”

It slips past your lips, a half whisper. Your insides freeze up, teeth clenched together. You’re hopeful he wasn’t paying attention, but of course he hears you.

“What?” he asks, fully focused on you now. His foot nudges your leg when you don’t immediately answer.

You sigh, swallow down your embarrassment. “You can claim that kind of loyalty. You’re the most loyal person I know. We all count on you for so much, and you’re always there. Literally, always, even when there’s a thunderstorm, and you ran to my house in the pouring rain because your Jeep wouldn’t start, because I’d called to tell you I was lonely and you said you’d be right over, and you weren’t going to break your word.”

Your teeth find your tongue as you reel your brain back in alongside it. You look away from the penguins, Stiles’ eyes instantly catching yours and holding them in place. Your cheeks go warm, and you want to look away, but you don’t.

He smirks. “So what you’re saying is-” his arms go out to his sides in a grand flourish- “I’m kind of awesome.”

You grin and playfully shove against his chest. “And so humble, too.”

Stiles laughs, and the robust sound of it makes everything snap back to normal. You smile and wrap your arm through his, tugging him towards the exit. “Come on, let’s go get some french fries. I’m starving.”

He falls into step beside you. “I could eat.”

You roll your eyes. “You can always eat.”

“True.”

And then his hand is suddenly sliding down your arm, firmly grasping your palm, fingers sliding between yours. Your step falters, but only for the second it takes to recompose yourself from the surprise. His grip is solid, but somewhat sweaty. You glance at him from the corner of your eye, see the indention in his cheek from where he’s biting it, the bead of sweat in his hairline despite the fact that it’s a relatively cold day.

You squeeze his hand and keep on walking, like everything is still normal, even though it’s definitely not. Well, not the normal it used to be, anyway. Maybe it’s a new normal. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything. I mean, it’s just holding hands.

And penguins are just overwhelmingly cute.

And Stiles is just the guy you’re in love with.

You turn your head and he does the same, an uncertain but genuine smile pulling up the corners of his mouth as he looks at you.

And right now, for today, everything is just perfect.

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 5

We back at it again because I love this right now

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After smuggling Derek into my room via the window, the interrogation began. He sat in my computer chair, leaning over, resting his arms on his legs.

“Uh, first I want to say thank you for saving me again.” I began. He looked up and nodded. 

“You’re welcome.” 

“And uh, you’re a werewolf.” I said, starting to pace back and forth, “Is Scott a werewolf?” 

“He is.” 

“Did you bite him?” I paused, crossing my arms over my chest. 

“No, I’m an omega. Only Alphas can give people the gift.” He said. You call that a gift? I’d like a receipt.

“Is there a cure?”

“There’s a legend that says if the beta, one of the pack, kills the alpha then he will become human again. But I don’t even know if that’s true.” He explained. That meant Scott’s odds were not looking good and this werewolf thing is permanent. 

“Were you bitten by the alpha?” I asked, sitting down on the edge of my bed. 

“No, I was born with it. My family was a pack. After…” He paused, “After the fire, my older sister became the alpha since she had been trained by my mother to be the new matriarch. I came back here because I hadn’t heard from her. Now we know why.” 

“I’m so sorry.” I looked down at my socks. These questions were making him bring up what must have been incredibly painful memories and bringing up the fresh pain of the murder of his sister. 

“The thing following you in the woods was the new alpha. He killed her for her alpha spark.” 

“Alpha spark?” 

“It can transform a beta, or an omega into an alpha. It’s taken when the alpha is killed by either of those. Or it can be transferred willingly.” This was a little more complicated than I thought. I knew that there were hierarchies in wolves, but who knew it translated to werewolves?

“Why is the alpha coming after me? You said it was following me.” 

He leaned back in the chair, “Well, he’s either looking to eat you. Or he wanted to turn you.” At my shocked expression he added, “Probably the latter. He’s a new alpha so he’s trying to start a pack, probably why he started with Scott. Speaking of, you need to tell him to stop seeing Allison.” 

“Why, what’s wrong with Allison?” 

“Her family are a very old lineage of werewolf hunters.” He said seriously, “Chris Argent and I have an unspoken agreement. No deaths, I don’t end up dead. I can’t say the same for the rest of his family.” He was something in his eyes, a pain that couldn’t be described. 

“I know I said I wanted answers but if its too painful-”

“It’s fine.” He interrupted. I raised my eyebrows at him. 

“Derek, I understand what it’s like to lose your family in one day. It’s the most awful feeling imaginable. Because after the pain is the loneliness. I got lucky that I have Uncle Noah and Stiles. You had your sister and now she’s gone and you’re the only one left.” He chewed the inside of his cheek. 

“It’s not just me. I have an uncle in a vegetative state at Beacon Hills long-term facility. And my sister Cora, I haven’t seen her since the fire. I think she’s gone too, but there’s always the chance that she’s still out there. She just doesn’t want anything to do with me.” He looked down at his hands. He looked so vulnerable right now, something I never expected from him. He had so many walls up. There were still things he was hiding about the Argents, but pushing him now didn’t seem right. 

I gave him a small smile and kneeled down in front of him. Slowly, I reached for his hands, giving him plenty of time to pull away, but he let me touch him. I held his hands in mine, rubbing my thumbs over his knuckles. I titled my head to meet his eyes that he was hiding. 

“Hey, grief is hard. Especially since we lost our families in the same way. Let’s help each other. Would that be okay?” I asked softly. He met my eyes finally, his stern expression was more loose than usual. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

“I want to. But I can’t.” 

The sound of the door opened behind us, and queue Stiles meltdown. And with the position I was in, on my knees in front of Derek Hale, maybe it was a little justified. 

“What is going on?” He asked. I quickly got to my feet. 

“Uh, Derek was just leaving. Just a quick little visit.” I took Derek by the arm, brought him out of the chair and ushered him to the window, where he left without another word. 

“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?” Stiles shouted. 

“Will you keep it down?” I whispered loudly. 

“Oh you can cut the crap, Dad isn’t here. Why the hell is a wanted criminal in my house?!” 

I crossed my arms and shrugged innocently, “We were just talking.” 

“Why was he covered in blood?” He pointed to the dry blood that was on the arm of my chair. I sighed and rubbed my temples. 

“Okay, I’ll tell you. But you have to promise not to tell your dad.” I pleaded. He crossed his arms and looked away from me. 

“As an upstanding citizen of Beacon Hills-”

“You cut the crap, Stiles. You have more priors than he does.” 

“I wasn’t questioned about the murder of my sister.” He shot.

“He was acquitted of all changes due to his alibi.” I shot back.

He grumbled and shook his hands, “Fine, fine. Tell me.” 

“Okay, so, Michael found me in the woods-” 

“Michael-” He started. 

“Hey, no interrupting!” He held his hands up in surrender, motioning for me to go on, “He found me in the woods and was probably going to commit a bunch of unsavory things on me when Derek showed up because the night before when you and Scott were arguing, I went to his house to get some answers of my own, he told me to go home so I did.” I paused and took a drink out of the glass of water on my nightstand, then continued, “Anyway, when Derek showed up he killed Michael because Derek is a werewolf.” I rushed out. 

“A what?!” He shouted. 

“Oh don’t act so surprised, you know Scott is a werewolf.” 

He stepped back, pretending to be shocked, “Scott? A werewolf.” Clearly trying to cover for his friend, but no dice. Stiles was a terrible liar. 

“Derek told me. And he also told me that Allison’s family are werewolf hunters. But I assumed you already knew that because you don’t look surprised at all.” 

“Well, ahhh, her last name does mean silver in French.”  He added. I shook my head, holding my pinkie out. 

“Pinkie swear me you won’t tell Uncle Noah.” He sighed, tapping his foot, “Promise!” He grumbled, throwing his hands up in the air, but eventually he wrapped his pinkie around mine. 

“Fine.” He paused, still holding my pinkie, his grip on my finger tightened, holding me there, “But you have to swear not to get romantically involved!” He pulled his pinkie away. I gasped loudly, staring between my pinkie and his. 

“You can’t do that.” 

He smirked, “I just did.” 

“I am not romantically involved with Derek.” I blushed. 

“Coulda fooled me.” He scoffed. I huffed. 

“Okay, time for you to go. Goodnight Stiles.” I pushed him out the door and slammed it behind me. I leaned against the door and sighed. I wasn’t romantically involved with Derek, we just had a connection. 

…

Maybe I was romantically involved. But could you blame me, he was my knight in shining armor twice. That was attractive. And he was far from ugly. 

- 

The next morning, I went downstairs and was surprised to see Uncle Noah in the kitchen making breakfast. 

“Morning, I didn’t hear you come in last night.” I said, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. 

“That’s because,” He yawned, “I came in this morning.” He motioned to the table, “Sit, sit. Let me make you breakfast.” I sat at the table, pulling an apple out of the basket on the table. He placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. 

I smiled up at him, “Thanks, Uncle Noah.” He nodded, sitting down with his own plate before eating. The few minutes were in silence, just chewing. I decided I should at least talk, make it seem like I was still scared that Michael would come back. 

“I know you don’t want to bring up work at home, but is there any news on Michael?” He sighed through his nose, swallowing his bite of food. 

“It’s okay. And I wish I had better news, but we still haven’t found anything.” He said. I nodded. 

“It’s okay, I know you’ll find him.” Find his body? Maybe. But he was very much dead. The only thing I’m worried about now in the woods was the alpha werewolf and whether he wanted to make me lunch or one of them. 

- 

I was making my way out to get groceries when I saw Stiles Jeep whipping through the neighborhood. Being curious, I decided to follow, where I was led to Dr. Deaton’s office, the local veterinarian that Scott worked for. 

“Is there a reason you’re driving like a bat outta hell?” I called, seeing Stiles get out. 

“Oh great, you can help me carry him.” Stiles said, opening the back of the Jeep where Derek sat. He was pale, his eyes looked sunken in, and there was blood dripping down his hand. 

“Jesus Christ.” I said, carefully helping Derek out of the Jeep. He grunted while Stiles and I helped him inside after Stiles unlocked the door with the spare key. Scott had gone to go find the bullet so that Derek could cure himself, he would have to steal from Kate Argent.

 We brought him back into the operating area. I’m sure Stiles was chomping at the bit not to say something. Derek explained that he had been on the trail of the alpha when a hunter saw and shot him. 

Stiles looked at his phone then Derek, “Does Northern Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?”

Derek was leaning on the operating table, “It’s a rare form of wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet.”

“Why?”

Derek looked from me to Stiles, “Cause I’m gonna die without it.” He said breathlessly. He took his jacket, then his shirt off to reveal the bullet wound in his arm which was bleeding, but the strangest thing was his veins around the wound were purple and crawling up his arm. I guess Monkshood must be deadly to werewolves, but then again, it is wolfsbane. Derek looked manic, he was getting warmer and sweat was dripping off of him in buckets. He looked around and grabbed an amputation saw.  I grabbed a bowl filled with water and grabbed a couple paper towels. I wet the paper towels, and moving to touch his wounded arm, he pulled it away.

“Okay, if the Blue monkshood doesn’t kill you, an infection will. Let me help you.” I narrowed my eyes. He glared, his nostrils flared but he held his arm out. I lightly dabbed at it, careful not to apply too much pressure.

Stiles gagged when he saw it, prompting me to elbow his side, “Okay, you know, that really doesn’t look like anything, some echinacea and a good night’s sleep couldn’t take care of…?”

Derek swallowed thickly, “When the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me.”

“Positivity” just isn’t in your vocabulary, is it?”

“Stiles!” I scolded. 

“If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time– last resort.” Derek grabbed an amputation saw from the table. 

“Which is…?” Stiles asked. 

“You’re gonna cut off my arm.” He rushed his words out, they slightly slurred together. 

“Okay okay.” I grabbed the saw from his grasp and set it back down on a metal tray, “Let’s just be a little optimistic. Scott’s going to be here soon.” He glared at me, causing me to raise my hands in surrender. He grabbed a rubber tourniquet and tied it tightly around his arm with his teeth to stop any further movement. 

Stiles held his arms out, “Oh, my God. What if you bleed to death?”

“It’ll heal if it works.”

“If it works?!” I snapped, not believing that any of this was happening still.

Stiles sight, “Ugh. Look - I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Why not?”

“Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!”

“You’re not afraid of blood. You don’t faint.” I said, confused. 

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm!” 

“All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I’m gonna cut off your head.” Derek glared. 

“Derek.” I scolded.

Stiles shook his head, “Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any-” Derek grabbed him by the shirt collar and lifted him up, “Oh, my God. Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I’ll do it. I’ll do it.” Derek dropped him and Stiles looked back at his arm, “What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that?” His arm was oozing from the wound. 

“It’s my body..” Derek breathed out, “Trying to heal itself.”

“Well, it’s not doing a very good job of it.” Stiles avoided his arm once again.  

Derek grabbed the saw, holding it out to Stiles, “Now. You gotta do it now.”

“Look, honestly, I don’t think I can.”

“Just do it!” He shouted. 

Stiles took the saw, “Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Oh, my God. All right, here we go!” 

“I can’t watch this.” I covered my eyes with one of my hands, the other was on Derek’s uninjured arm. But like an angel’s voice, we heard Scott yelling for Stiles. 

“Scott?” Stiles asked, looking at the frazzled teen who just ran through the clinic.  I uncovered my eyes, still seeing Stiles with the saw pressed to Derek’s arm.

“What the hell are you doing?” Scott asked, exasperated. 

Stiles dropped the saw, “Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.” 

Derek stood up more without the help of the table but he was starting to wobble, “Did you get it?”

“What are you gonna do with it?” Stiles asked. 

Derek swallowed thickly, “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” His eyes fluttered shut, his knees buckled and he fell to the floor. 

“Derek!” I shouted, grabbing his torso before he broke his skull open on the floor. When Derek had dropped, it had knocked the bullet out of Scott’s hand and it had rolled.

“No. No, no, no, no.” Scott pleaded as he watched the bullet roll and fall into the vent in the floor. 

Stiles was down on the floor besides me, “Derek. Derek, come on, wake up.” He was tapping his cheek, “Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know! I can’t reach it.” Scott called from across the room.

“He’s not waking up!” Stiles said between his teeth, clearly in panic mode, but I wasn’t any better. I leaned my head down to his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat. 

“His heart beats slowing down!” I called, I grabbed his shoulder, starting to shake him, “Come on, Derek, wake up!”

“Come on.” I heard Scott grunt.

“I think he’s dying. I think he’s dead!” Stiles looking back in Scott’s direction. I started to panic, shaking him harder. I can’t lose him. I can’t. No one else I care about is allowed to die.

“Just hold on! Come on.” Scott let out a restrained yell, then shouted “Oh! I got it! I got it!” 

When Stiles heard that, he pushed me back and bowed his fist, “Please don’t kill me for this.” He swung and connected with Derek’s cheek, “Ugh! Ow! God!” He pulled his hand away, shaking it. Derek gasped and his eyes shot open, I helped Derek to feet and held his waist to steady him.

“Give me…” Scott gave Derek the bullet. He took the bullet between his teeth, and broke it open. He dumped the contents of it on the table. From his back pocket he pulled out a match book, he lit a match and dropped it on the contents. It burned quickly, an eerie blue flame. Once it went out, he pinched some of the ash in his fingers, then stuck his fingers in the wound. I winched and looked away. 

“Ow, God.” Stiles gagged. But we all watched in amazement as the dark veins that had been growing up his arm disappeared. I was finally able to breathe properly, I let out a sigh of relief, back away and leaning against the wall. I placed a hand on my chest, feeling my heart slowly go back into rhythm.

“That - Was - Awesome! Yes!” Stiles cheered, throwing his arms up. 

“Are you okay?” Scott asked.  

Derek grumbled a bit, “Well, except for the agonizing pain.”

“I’m guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health.” Stiles smiled, feeling accomplished. He probably just was relieved that he didn’t have to cut anyone’s arm off. 

“Okay, we saved your life, which means you’re gonna leave us alone, you got that? And if you don’t, I’m gonna go back to Allison’s dad, and I’m gonna tell him everything-” Scott started his threat. Which meant that I was severely out of the loop. 

“You’re gonna trust them?” Derek cut him off,  “You think they can help you?”

“Well, why not? They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are.”

 Derek glared at him, the pain was back in his eyes, “I can show you exactly how nice they are.” 

-

After the excitement was over, I decided to go to the Hale house to talk to Derek privately. I got there before him and waited for him in the driveway. I really shouldn’t have come unannounced. He would probably just tell me to get lost like he usually did. I was pulled out of my thoughts by his black Camaro pulling up beside my car. I got out as he did. Derek still looked pretty rough but his color was coming back to his skin.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m fine.” He said dismissively, walking towards his house. And we were back to this. Even after everything, it’s like our relationship reset itself every time we saw each other. I followed after him, hot on his heels.

“Why do you keep doing this?” I asked, closing the door behind me.

“Doing what?” He took his leather jacket off and hung it up.

“You and I, we talk, we get more comfortable with each other. I think I am finally getting through that shell of yours only for you to make another one.”

Derek turned to face me, “I don’t owe you any explanation. I am fine by myself.”

“No, you’re not.” I came closer to him, my face mere inches from his, “You’re not fine by yourself. I saw how you looked tonight when Scott brought up the Argents. You were hurt, and scared, and angry. You can’t just sit here in this house and pour yourself into finding this alpha, you’re going to kill yourself. You almost died today.”

“He killed my sister! He is killing people and now Kate Argent is back and she doesn’t follow the Code. She will do anything, no matter how awful it is, to murder my kind. She’s the reason my family is gone!” He barked back. I took a deep breath.

“I know you want justice for Laura. I do too. But you can’t do that if you’re dead. Is that what she would want? Her little brother dead trying to get revenge?” Derek avoided my gaze, looking through me more than at me.

“Derek.” I said softly, slowly bringing my hand up to his cheek. He inhaled sharply, becoming stiff under my touch.

I stood on my tiptoes to press my forehead against his and whispered, “This is selfish to say… but I can’t lose you too. I-I thought you were dead. You have to be more careful. Please.” His body became less rigid and he let out a shaky breath. He slowly brought his hand to my waist, the other sliding over my hand that rested on his cheek. In that moment, it felt like the whole universe stopped. It was only me and him. It was like our minds finally connected and our souls touched. There was silence, only the wind blowing softly through the trees. 

“I can’t do this.” He whispered, closing his eyes. 

“You can.” I laced my fingers with his against his cheek, “We can do it together.” 

“I can’t let myself.” He opened his eyes again to meet mine, “When I’m with you I lose focus, you’re all I can think about. I get distracted from what I need to do. So I ignore you, treat us like it's nothing because I can’t open myself up again. Not after… not after what happened.” He was opening up, if not all the way, just a little. Derek had a good point. Finding the alpha and killing him was the only way to get justice for Laura. And if I was distracting him, maybe I should keep my distance. He clearly has been hurt terribly by someone, and hearing him bare his soul made me think about how to make it better. But what was I to do? My demons were killed, Derek deserved to destroy his own. 

“Do you want me to go away?” My words were barely a whisper. 

He licked his lips, “If I was allowed to be selfish, I would never let you go.” I took a deep breath, dreading the fact that I had to leave him. 

“Okay.” I smiled, trying to ignore my burning tear ducts, “I’ll go home. And… I won’t come back unless you want me to.” I reluctantly slipped my hand out of his. But, I need one selfish thing if I was ever going to live with this. I leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. I pulled away, feeling his hand fall from my waist. I kept my eyes on the floor as I walked out of the Hale house, got into my car and drove away. 

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Shape Shifted - part 1

Hi guys! This is the next part of the Stiles Sis Fic series based loosely (and even that is generous) off of season two episode two. It can be read as a stand-alone. For the rest of this series and more of my writing, click here. I will be updating at least once a week until the series is finished. Enjoy!

Now that Lydia was home and safe, you allowed your thoughts to drift back to Isaac. You laid on your back and stared aimlessly at the ceiling, wondering what it was that he was about to do, or what he already did. You knew that for him not to be straight forward with you that it must��ve been something that he didn’t think you would approve of. And for him to even be considering it, things must’ve been getting worse for him at home again. 

Your heart pained to think how his father could… anyways. You wished that you could talk him into reporting it, but every time you brought it up he got so defensive. At some point, you decided that if he was going to go through it you would make sure that he didn’t have to go through it alone. Thinking over the past two months, you felt bad for not trying harder to be there for Isaac. No matter how hectic things had been with Scott and Stiles, it wasn’t an excuse. 

You pulled out your phone to text Isaac but were interrupted by a frantic knock at your window. 

Speak of the devil

You opened the window and ushered him inside, “Isaac what happened? Are you okay?”

“I-I think that my father’s dead,” he admitted as his breathing sped up. 

No amount of anything could have prepared you for those words out of his mouth under these circumstances.

“It’s okay Isaac, just breath, tell me what happened,” you said calmly as you led him over to your bed. It took a few minutes to calm down enough to collect his thoughts, but even then you could see the fear in his eyes.

“You won’t believe me,” he decides, pulling away from you and taking a step towards the window.

“Isaac, you know that there is nothing you could say that I wouldn’t believe. Now please, start from the beginning,” you invite him to sit beside you.

He reluctantly begins, “That night in the graveyard, after I was attacked, there was this man. He saved my life and then started talking about these crazy things. He knew about my dad, and told me that there was a way I could protect myself, a way to make sure that I could never be hurt again. And he explained that it wasn’t going to be easy, but that it would be worth it. I didn’t believe him, not at first, but then he showed me. He gave me a choice, and I accepted his offer,” Isaac explained.

“I’m confused, what was it that he gave you?” you asked.

“He - I -,” he paused for a moment trying to decide the best way to explain this to you, “okay, what I am about to tell you, it’s dangerous and you have to swear not to tell anyone,” Isaac looked up for confirmation but decided it wasn’t enough, “Y/n, I want to hear you say it, I want you to swear to me.”

“I swear, whatever you tell me will stay between us. But god Isaac, you’re starting to scare me.”

Instead of telling you with words, Isaac allowed his eyes to show yellow. He was surprised to see that you didn’t shrink back in fear or hate. Before he could explain further, you caught him off-guard, “You’re a werewolf.”

“How do you know about this?” he asked taken aback.

But you ignored him, “You are a werewolf, which makes the man you met Derek Hale, and if your dad is dead, the hunters are going to think you did it. And even if they don’t tomorrow is a full moon,” you realized.

Isaac stared at you in shock, out of all of the reactions he had played through in his mind, this most definitely was not one of them. 

“Isaac,” you said pulling him out of his thoughts, “what happened tonight?” 

“It started out how it always starts, my dad and I were eating dinner and then things escalated until he was throwing things at me. He threw this glass right above my head and it shattered leaving a shard in my cheek, just below my eye. I was just going to leave, but my dad saw me heal, so I ran. He followed me and I managed to ditch him, but then I heard his screams. I circled back, and I could smell his blood, too much blood. So I freaked and came here, I didn’t know what else to do,” he explained as his breathing became more frantic again.

“It’s okay Isaac. Everything is going to be okay, I promise. We just need to go see Derek, he’ll know how to handle this. Come on,” you said as you pulled him up and towards the door. You had him wait in the hall as you snuck into your brother’s room and stole the keys to Roscoe. 

As the two of you backed out of the driveway, Isaac asked, “How do you know about all of this? Werewolves, Derek, hunters? Did he offer you the bite too? Are you one of us?” 

“Not me, Scott. And it is a long and complicated story, but I promise that I will be here to help you through all of this. It might seem overwhelming now, but it’ll all work out, I promise.”

So, the two of you went to Derek’s loft and explained the situation. Derek ordered that Isaac act like normal and lay low until he could figure it out. But outside of that, his curiosity as to what had actually happened was trumping his need to protect Isaac. 

A little annoyed at the alpha, you took Isaac back out to the jeep and decided that you were both going to stay the night at your house. After sticking Stiles’ keys back in his room, you went back to Isaac.

“Okay, so let’s get this straight. Because the police are going to question you once they find your father, so it’s better to prepare now. Your dad and you got into a small argument and you left and rode your bike here. You’ve been here all night and tomorrow morning you will come down and eat breakfast with us so that my father can see that with his own eyes. If they ask about anything else, you don’t speak until you have a lawyer present. They can’t hold you unless there is a witness or you admit to doing something. So after they question you, you come back here and we will figure out how to get you through your first full moon.”

“Okay, I can do that,” he agreed, “How are you so good at this? You’re so calm, while I’m over here completely freaking out.” 

“This isn’t my first rodeo,” you joked. 

“I’m glad that you are here, I don’t even want to think about what I would do without you.”

“Well fortunately, you don’t have to worry about it. Now get some rest,” you said motioning for him to climb in your bed next to you.

The next morning went to plan. You paraded Isaac in front of your dad. Once you got to school, you stayed in Isaac’s general vicinity offering reassuring smiles every so often. When you weren’t with Isaac, you were with Lydia who was trying to adjust to her first day back after being naked in the woods for three days. She didn’t remember anything, which was probably a good thing, but that didn’t help the fact that everyone was staring at her like she was crazy. 

To say that you were relieved when the school day was over was an understatement. If you could get Isaac to stay with Derek past the full moon before the police brought him in for questioning it would definitely be ideal. Now, you just had to make it through practice.

Even as you had that thought though, everything started to go wrong.  First, Scott had been able to sense a werewolf and went through the team one by one until he discovered that it was Isaac. Though before any sort of confrontation could occur, the police showed up and took Isaac away for questioning.

You made your way out to Roscoe where Scott and Stiles were and Scott turned to you, “they took Isaac in for questioning, his dad was found brutally murdered earlier this morning.” After seeing your lack of reaction he added, “but it seems like you already knew that.”

“Did you also know that he was a werewolf?” Stiles spoke before you had a chance to say anything. 

“He is innocent. And possibly in danger, because in case you haven’t noticed tonight is a full moon. So maybe you should be thinking about what we are going to do if they decide to try to hold him overnight.” 

“He’s Derek’s problem,” Scott replied trying to hide the betrayal he was feeling.

“You don’t mean that,” you reply, trying to remember that the full moon was affecting your friend.

“Why not? Maybe this is what it takes for Derek to understand that he can’t just turn innocent teenagers to fuel his power trip” Scott tried to justify, raising his voice.

“Whatever Scott,” you dismissed before turning to Stiles, “take me to the station, I’ll figure this out myself.”

However your brother hesitated not wanting to pick between you and Scott. Having enough of both of them you rolled your eyes, “Fine, I’ll find my own ride,” you said before storming back towards the school. 

“Y/n-” Stiles called after you. 

“Let her go, we don’t need her,” Scott growled. 

“Hey, what is your problem?” Stiles asked defensively.

“If Y/n wants to choose Derek and Isaac over us then we don’t need her, do we?” 

“Careful Scott, you are starting to sound jealous,” Stiles said as he threw his bag in the back seat. 

“I just think it’s stupid that she is defending them and that she lied to us for god knows how long.”

Stiles decided to just keep his mouth shut as he drove the pair to Scott’s house. Meanwhile, you got a ride to the police station from Danny and were sitting in a chair outside his office. You noticed that there was an officer milling around that you had never noticed before which was saying something considering the fact that your dad was the Sheriff. 

You noticed that he ducked into one of the empty offices as your dad came out of the interrogation room, clearly surprised to see you. 

“What do you think you are doing here?” he asked as he let you into his office.

“I’m here for Isaac, how are things going?”

“To be honest with you kiddo, not good.”

“Why what happened?”

“We have a witness that the two of them were fighting last night and then his bike was found at the scene of the crime.”

“And if you looked at it, you would’ve noticed that it had a flat tire, which is why Isaac had to walk to our house,” you explained thankful that you had thought to have Derek take care of the tire earlier. 

“I know he’s your friend, did you have any idea that his father was abusing him?”

Your face fell, if your dad knew that, it meant that he either had a witness or was able to search Isaac’s house. 

“You should have told me,” your father sighed looking disappointed.

“He didn’t want me too,” you tried but you already knew it was hardly an excuse, “but if you know about that, then you should also know that one of the ways his dad punished him was by locking him in a freezer which causes him to become claustrophobic. And locking him in a holding cell would be traumatizing,” you tried to reason. 

“So then what would you propose?”

“Find a way to delay the process until tomorrow. Isaac can stay the night at our house so you can keep an on him, take him into your custody or something I don’t know. He just lost his dad, and while their relationship was … complicated, he was still his dad. This is the last thing he needs right now.”

“Y/n…”

“Please Dad, he’s my friend and he’s innocent.”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he concedes. 

“Can I see him?” you ask as your dad is exiting his office.

“He’s in the first interrogation room.”

“Thank you.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you had been holding, and turned the doorknob to enter the room where Isaac had been left alone. 

“How are you holding up?” you asked taking a seat across from him and tossing him a reese's from the vending machine.

“Better now that you are here. I heard you talking to your dad, do you really think that I’ll be able to walk out of here tonight?”

“I hope so, but don’t worry if not I have a back-up plan. Just try to stay calm, I know you are going through a lot today.”

“I can’t believe everything could go wrong so fast, I never wanted this. I just didn’t want to be afraid anymore.”

“You don’t deserve this, and I’m sorry that you are here right now. But I promise you that we will figure this out.” 

“I hope so.”

“Let’s try to get your mind on something else,” you said before engaging him in conversation until there was a soft knock on the door and your dad came in. 

“Well, Isaac, if you agree to staying in my custody, we are going to let you go for the night. We might need you to come back in tomorrow and answer a few more questions,” your dad explained. 

“Thank you so much Sheriff Stilinski,” Isaac said graciously.

“Don’t thank me, thank Y/n she’s practically your lawyer,” you dad joked, before adding “I have to finish up some paperwork, but then we can all go back to the house.”

“Sounds good, in the meantime can we wait in your office?” you asked wanting to get Isaac into a different environment.

“That’s fine.”

As soon as you and Isaac were alone in his office, you pulled out your phone and text Derek to update him on the entire situation. You then turned to Isaac, “How are you feeling?” you said referring to the full moon. 

“I got it under control for the time being, I think that it’ll be better once we get out of here though.”

“I don’t know if Derek told you, but your first one is always the hardest. You have to find something or someone that keeps you human. An anchor. Otherwise you’ll lose control. Stiles has chains and stuff that he used for Scott, and I’ll be there every step of the way. If it starts to get bad, I’ll call Derek.”

“I’m glad one of us has a plan,” Isaac said before resting his head in his hands feeling exhausted with everything that had happened.

You took a seat next to him and pulled him in your arms, not saying a word. It was about fifteen minutes later when your dad came in and escorted the two of you out to his car. When you arrived home he mentioned something about ordering pizza, you agreed and then rushed Isaac, who you could tell was beginning to struggle, upstairs. You got the stuff you needed out of Stiles’ room and noticed headlights across the street. Hunters. 

Realizing how much harder this would make things, you called Derek and told him to stay away. This could actually be a good thing, as long as you could keep Isaac under control, then maybe they wouldn’t suspect him of being a werewolf. That was definitely going to be easier said than done. Especially when you were alone and having to hide everything from your dad. 

You re-entered your room and set up the chains, hoping that by some miracle you wouldn’t need them. Your dad brought up the pizza and you accepted it gratefully before quickly closing the door behind you. This was going to be a long night.

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A Letter From Mom by StilesIsMySpiritAnimal | 32.9K | Explicit

After waking up at the age of 11 without any memories of his past Stiles spends eight years with his father in the tiny town of Shelter Cove, California. After his father's death he receives a notice from a storage facility in some town called Beacon Hills. Stiles is confused and thinks the manager made a mistake until he finds a letter that should have been for his 18th birthday that his dad never gave him. It's from his mother, who he has no memory of. Weirdly enough, her letter mentions Beacon Hills and some woman named Talia, who he's supposed to trust. Confused and angry at his father, Stiles sets out for Beacon Hills anxious and determined to find out what his dad had been hiding from him all these years.

I Can't Remember to Forget You by allourheroes | 4.5K | Explicit

Stiles wakes up trapped in a cell with a werewolf trying to strangle him. He should probably be more concerned than he is.

Bake to Remember, Eat to Forget by butyoureyessaidyes | 125.2K

The one where Stiles runs his own bakery, never locks the front door, and doesn't know he's part of a werewolf pack (until he does).

Nature of the Beast by Gia279 | 56.9K

He still couldn't believe his name was Stiles.

El Corazón del Lobo by heartsdesire456 | 22.5K | Mature

In which Stiles suffers temporary memory loss and any serious emotional trauma could give him permanent damage so Scott calls Derek to come back and fake like he and Stiles are still together so that Stiles can heal

Tabula Rasa by andavs | 36.1K

“Good evening, Scott,” Sheriff Stilinski returned patiently, playing along. “Anything I can help you with?” He didn’t look like he actually wanted an answer, which was fair because they rarely saw him when someone wasn’t on the verge of being arrested or dead.

“This is probably going to sound really weird, but I promise I’m being completely serious.” The Sheriff nodded for him to continue, almost looking pained. “Do you have a son, by any chance?”

“Excuse me?”

Our Memories Are Numbered by rufflefeather | 23.1K | Explicit

Stiles’ Jeep grinds to a halt, he sees someone running through the rain, he's not expecting it to be Derek. He's not expecting a Derek without any memories either, or an Alpha pack that's coming for all of them. He probably should've, because lately nothing goes the way he expects.

Take Me Back to the Start by TroubleIWant | 4K

“Hey, buddy,” Stiles says, tone placating. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“I dunno,” Derek says, looking surprised at his own voice. He squints in concentration and then hazards, “School?”

“Interesting,” Deaton says faintly.

As You Walk On By by HappyJuicyfruit | 70K

Derek and Stiles are secretly dating. It's fun and hot and great.. until Stiles gets into a car crash and doesn't remember their secret when he wakes up.

Somebody That I Used to Know by PercyByssheShelley | 10.3K | Mature

Stiles and Derek have been together for months.

The trouble is, they weren't yesterday.

has time re-written every line by kellifer_fic | 14.6K

No, dad. Listen to what I'm saying. Yesterday, I was eighteen. I'm not speaking metaphorically, or about the way I feel or whatever. I was eighteen, we lived in the house on Maple, the last conversation we had was about how fries didn't count as a vegetable and I, uh, wasn't married.

Teenage Dream by matildajones | 58.5K | Mature

After an accident, Stiles wakes up to what can only be a dream. He has money, he has fame, he has award winning actor Derek Hale as his husband. It quickly seems more and more like a nightmare because Stiles doesn't remember getting any of it - and it's hard to accept the reality that Derek can still love him.

Occam’s Razor by MissAnnThropic | 49.1K | Explicit

When Stiles goes to sleep, he’s a junior in high school. He wakes up in a world where he’s twenty-four and married to Derek Hale. Stiles just can’t seem to catch a break.

And We'll Be Complicated by ingberry | 18.5K | Explicit

Stiles already had his hands full with the case he was working on for the enigmatic Mrs. B. He really didn't need this too, but there was no changing the fact that he no longer remembered Derek Hale or anything connected to him. And no one could figure out why.

Burn It Out by Omni | 6.3K

Derek gets magical amnesia as part of a pact with a dark creature, and Stiles can save him by way of Once Upon a Time rules.

Never Was a Stranger by Dira Sudis (dsudis) | 8.9K | Explicit

Derek sighed and rubbed his forehead. "What if I told you I traveled back in time to protect you."

Nothing You'll Miss by ScarlettWoman710 | 3.6K

If Stiles wasn’t constantly running for his life or trying to save someone else’s, he probably would have thought about it a little more.

It’s just that he didn’t have time to really sit down and think about how these little tidbits of Derek’s life kept bubbling up from his subconscious. It was strange, sure, but he had bigger things to worry about.

[free-pool-trash]

regular masterlist

i didn’t know what to call this one but it’s my non-anime masterlist which i’ll hopefully be adding to <3 feel free to request stuff <3

💕- fluff

💔- angst

👀- it’s a lil spicy

💋 - smut

marvel:

avengers:

not her - your death leads the avengers to reflect on the impact you had on them 💔

peter parker:

hard day - you were having a really shitty day but Peter makes you feel better 💕

peter maximoff: 

talking too fast - your best friend asks you to fake date him, it gets a little messy considering your both secretly in love with each other but you figure it out 💔💕

utopia - you follow your boyfriend into his sister’s perfect utopia (wandavision plot) 💔💕

dangerous game - peter acts like a dumbass, pushes you away and regrets it 💔

dangerous game ii - you become closer to warren and peter is determined to win you back 💔

dangerous game iii - warren kisses you 😳 (💔 for peter but 💕 for warren)

dangerous game iv - you and peter have a heart to heart, you still love each other but things get more complicated when you get drunk and tell warren you want to be with him 💔💕

lip gloss - babysitting with peter gets a little heated after the kids have been put to bed 💕👀

bad behaviour - you and peter pretend to be the twins’ parents to get them out of trouble at school 💕

delicate - you leave your reality to chase Peter. Wanda agrees to let you into WestView providing you keep can keep her brother content in the town 💕💔

dancing with our hands tied - [sequal to delicate, stand alone if you want] halloween in WestView gets heated (smut😳) 💕💔💋

of pick up lines and garden flowers - Peter frequents your flower store and you can’t shake the feeling that you’ve met him before (set in WestView) 💕

happiness - Peter abandons his old life in favour of starting a new one with you 💕💔

disappointment - an X-Men mission went wrong and you got stuck in a fake reality in an alternate dimension. You thought Peter had come to save you, turns out it was just some guy named Ralph 💔

everything- disappointment pt 2- peter comes to find you 💕

Nsfw headcanons - self explanatory :’) 💋

warren worthington iii:

angel - you and warren survive a plane crash together and you bring him back to the academy 💕

she - warren has a poetry assignment and you help give him some inspiration 💕

tequila - you and warren get drunk at a party and make out 💕👀

6 underground:

billy/four:

ghost - your best friend fakes his death and you’re left to deal with the aftermath 💔

teen wolf:

isaac lahey

folklore (masterlist) - pining best friends, vampires, werewolves and high school drama... what could go wrong?

all i want for christmas - you and isaac share your feelings for each other at the annual pack christmas party 💕

isaac with partner who has adhd - headcanons 💕

hope ur ok - based on hope ur ok by olivia rodrigo 💕

derek hale

pack mom - your the pack mom and derek thinks that’s pretty cool of you 💕

stiles stilinski

jeep - you and stiles make out in the jeep 💕👀

maybe - stiles sets you up for a fall you never wanted in the first place 💔

harry potter:

george weasley

come off it - fake breaking up with your boyfriend until you can reunite 💕

x of swords 

Hp sideblog is @ginnyweasleymybeloved and i have more fics on there <3

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Pack Mentality Pt 2

Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Season 1 Masterlist

Word Count: 1904

A/N: Apologies are finally given, and common ground is found. Aka what happens between those who don’t go on the double date. Also why are the only gifs for this episode of Allison?!?

Warnings: Fluff lmao

  “You are a terrible bowler!” Stiles bursts as we descend the stairs, as if he’s been holding his words in all lunch.

“I know! I’m such an idiot,”

“It was like watching a car wreck. First it turns into the group date. Then out of nowhere comes that phrase-”

“Hanging out.” 

“You don’t hang out with a hot girl. It’s death. Once it’s hanging out, you might as well be her gay best friend. You and Danny can start hanging out.” I scoff.

“Gee, thanks guys.”

“No!” Stiles squeaks out, not able to stop his words coming out so fast. My eyes widened at how defensive he got. He clears his throat, “I mean. You’re not- bad looking. It’s just, you- Scott likes Allison and- God why do you always have to be here, I feel like I’m walking on eggshells all the time.” Ah there he is, the rude Stiles I knew and definitely didn’t miss.

“What, just because I’m a girl, you think I’m sensitive. And if this is you holding back on being rude to me, I would hate to know how horrible you actually can get.” A scowl remains on my face like a tattoo as we walk down the corridor. 

“How is this happening? I either nearly killed a bus driver or I didn’t. I ask Allison on a date, but now we’re just hanging out. I make first line, but the team captain wants to destroy me. And now? Now I’m gonna be late to work.” He rushes off, leaving me and Stiles behind.

“I’m sorry.” Stiles finally breaks the tense silence. I’m almost not sure I heard him correctly.

“I- Thank you,” Unsure of what to say, I turn to him, my face softening. “I’m sorry too.”

“What do you have to be sorry for?”

“I haven’t exactly been the nicest person to you either? Remember the night of the game?” Stiles nods. “I hate to admit it, but when we didn’t argue, I actually kind of enjoyed your company. I know we were sort of busy, all over the place looking for Scott, but it wasn’t half bad being around you.”

“Wow,” Stiles seems dumbfounded, clearly unable to articulate anything. “Never thought I’d hear that from you… You enjoyed my company, huh?” A smirk grows on his lips and I punch him in the arm.

“Shut up,”

---

  Scott had gone to Derek for help, even after mine and Stiles’ clear argument against him doing so.

“So what did he teach you? How to roll over? Beg? Give him your paw?” Scott clearly wasn’t up for Stiles’ jokes, so I lean forward so my head is in between the front seats.

“Did he tell you how to remember?” He nods, “And do you think we can trust him?” Another nod. I sigh before continuing, “Okay. Let’s do this.”

We pull up to the chain link fence that surrounds the school parking lot. Scott gets out the passenger side and approaches the fence. Me and Stiles follow him, and we move closer to the fence before Scott stops us.

“Just me. Someone needs to keep watch,” 

“Can’t one of us come? Do two people really need to keep watch,”

“I’m always the guy keeping watch. Why is it starting to feel like you’re Batman and I’m Robin? I don’t want to be Robin all the time.”

“Nobody is Batman or Robin any of the time.”

“Not even some of the time?”

“Just stay here. Both of you. And try not to kill each other, please?” He asks through gritted teeth. We slip back into the Jeep, and I play with the strings of my hoodie, bored. The car stays silent, and I think hard at what to say to break the thick atmosphere.

“Why do you like Lydia so much?” That’s not really what I wanted to talk about, but I realise that only after I’ve already said it. Lydia is one of the things I know we have in common, so it seems like fair ground to cover.

“Um… Cus she’s perfect, I guess. She’s beautiful and complicated, I don’t know. I just do.” Yeah, he doesn’t really seem to know her past her looks and how she wants others to see her.

“How much have you really talked to her?” Stiles seems to think hard about this, and comes out blank. He plays with his fingers, refusing to give me an answer, which gives away everything anyway. It goes quiet again, and I can’t think of anything to say this time. I watch his fingers as he fiddles with them, my mind drifting. Before I can follow wherever it was going, I hear him clear his throat. He is staring at me, squinting his eyes, as if he is analysing me. Heat fills my cheeks and I look down, playing with my own hands in my lap.

“What were you looking at?” Stiles asks, genuinely confused.

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter,” My voice barely raises above a whisper. ‘What is up with me today? Why is this boy that I basically hated until earlier affecting me so much?’

“Clearly you were looking at something,” He presses on, leaning closer to me. My breath catches in my throat at his proximity. I met his relentless gaze, making a solid effort to try and maintain eye contact, and not look elsewhere on his face. A beeping horn scares the crap out of me and the two of us headbutt one another. Rubbing my forehead, I look out the front window, seeing Scott flip up and over the fence. I get up and move to the back of the Jeep again, letting Scott get in. We speed off, Scott still huffing in panic.

“Did it work, did you remember?” Stiles asks, still flooring it out of there. Scott nods,

“I was there last night. And the blood- a lot of it was mine.”

“So you did attack him?”

“No, I saw glowing eyes that weren’t mine. They had to have been Derek’s. I think I was protecting the driver.”

“Why would Derek help you remember that he tried to kill the driver?” I ask, confused. Nothing was making sense.

“It’s gotta be a pack thing,” Stiles suggested, and then my mind suddenly caught up to me.

“Wait. This has happened to me before. The foggy memories, needing to go back to the place to remember, it happens when your alpha calls you out against your will,”

“Well. Terrifying as that is, that also means you aren’t a killer. And it also means-”

“I can go out with Allison,”

“I was going to say that you won’t kill us, but that works too.”

---

Scott, Allison, Lydia and Jackson all are out on their double date, or hang out or whatever, leaving me and Stiles to have to find something to do. We decide that we don’t have much to do except hang out with each other, so we head over to Stiles’ house. He shows me around downstairs, and then we go up and he shows me his room. I’ve never really been in a boys room before, his is cleaner than I would’ve predicted. He falls down onto his bed, while I remain near to the door, leaning on the frame. It feels weird being here after only just becoming friendly with the boy, so I get stuck in place. He props himself up on his elbows and tilts his head at me.

“You can sit down, you know,” I walked over, sitting next to him on his bed. Continuing to look around his room, I came across a corkboard, flooded with printed out articles and ripped out book pages about werewolves, wolfsbane- everything. 

“You really are a nerd, you know that?” I laugh at his slightly offended expression as he scrambles up to follow my gaze. “Hey! I’m just- passionate. What are you interested in, huh? You can’t call me a nerd and then not spill on your guilty pleasure hobbies.”

“I like running. Like track and stuff, I guess. I was pretty good before I got bullied off of my old team and moved here.” Stiles looks sad at my confession, so I try to make him laugh. I’m gonna regret saying this,

“I also really like Star Wars.” His mouth falls open and his eyes fill with a hint of something I can’t quite read. “What?”

“Are you kidding? I love Star Wars!” He points up to the shelf near to the bed, and low and behold, all the films are stacked together. “You wanna watch one?”

“Sure,” I agree, and Stiles gets up, grabbing ‘A New Hope’ and his laptop. He sits, with his back against his headboard, so I move to sit next to him.

---

  Blinking my eyes open, I hear soft sighs of breath coming from above my head, air gently blowing against the top. Going to stretch, I find that one of my arms is trapped under something heavy. Rubbing my eyes with my free arm, I start to adjust to the darkness of the room, the only light coming from a laptop screen. I slowly move my head and instantly go red at what I see. We had fallen asleep. I’d fallen asleep on his chest, with my arms wrapped around him. Trying to carefully pull my arm free, Stiles stirs. His slow movements suddenly jolt into spastic ones. He frees my arm sitting up quickly, and I can see the pink tint to his face under the glow of the screen.

“Sorry,” He finally mumbles out. He coughs, clearly his throat and turns to switch his lamp on, closing the laptop and moving it out of the way. Checking my phone, I show the time to the boy. Grabbing his own phone, he suddenly stiffens in place.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles shows a notification on his phone, ‘Garrison Meyers, age 56, has succumbed to his wounds’ an hour or so ago.

“Scott will be home from his date soon, I think you should tell him,”

“Do you want to come with me?”

“Can you just drop me off there, I think I’m gonna go to bed,” He nods and we get up, him grabbing his keys. As we head out, we run into the Sheriff. Clearly noticing mine and Stiles’ bed hair etc. he squints his eyes at us both.

“How long have you two been here?”

“A bit after school got out I guess. Anyway, I really need to go see Scott,”

“You are aware there is a countywide curfew, right?”

“Yeah, I am.” Stiles states, as if that means nothing to him. His dad just sighs, giving up. Before we leave he speaks up.

“Stiles, if you are going to have a girl round, could you please just, let me know first,” I nearly choke on my own tongue at this insinuation. Stiles starts blushing again and stammers for words,

“No- We- Dad we aren’t- It’s not-” The Sheriff just lifts his hand, dismissing whatever ‘excuse’ Stiles was going to come out with. We rush out the house, leaving some distance between the two of us, clearly still drowning in embarrassment. Stiles and I don’t really talk much in the car ride to Scott’s/mine. I thank him for the lift before hopping out and quietly sneaking into my house, hoping my parents don’t grill me on breaking the curfew.

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