A/N: This was supposed to say "Bad day" but whoops. I'm tired. anywho, this seriesis inspired by some other authors with their own 'Sunshine series' yet my main take was wanting a main character who is a housewife ish and is fed up with their shit. They're all scared of this rabbit shifter because she's put up with them for this long. There's a whole backstory and lore and such if you want me to get into it, but for now here's 'Bay day' lol
Warnings: Lots of language, mentions of bodily harm.
Words: 1.3k
Tagging: @tyler-t0t
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Nothing seemed to be going right.
First, it was a downpour all day, meaning I couldn’t even drive to the farmer’s market since they had announced that they were going to be closed for the weekend since the weather was so severe.
It also meant that I had to rush outside to the garden in my new, clean, white sundress, getting mud all over it as I hustled the chickens and ducks back into the coop, and ran around gathering all the tomatoes I could find before they split from the excess rain, some of them already splitting as I gathered them into my dress, staining it red and coating it with tomato seeds.
They boys were all on base today, yet weren’t coming home anytime soon both due to the weather and due to the paperwork they were getting held up with from their last couple missions.
And today was a Sunday, meant to be a relaxing, self-care, pampering day for me, yet here I am, running around like I lost my head.
I had just started to dry my hair with a kitchen towel before I remembered that there were sheets hanging outside on the line to dry - one of the perks of living with a team I guess, is that even with an industrial washer and dryer, it still didn’t cut the amount of laundry this house went through during the week.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” I yelled as I ran back outside, skipping putting on the rainboots and just decided to go barefoot, easily hopping the small gate that kept the animals on the fenced side of the yard. My ears twitched as the rain hit them, and I flattened them against my head as I muttered curses to myself as I tore the sheets off the drying rack and ran back inside, about to toss them into the dryer before I realized my dress had covered them in mud.
I opened the washer, expecting it to be empty, yet was greeted with the sight and smell of Soap’s mildew-y clothes that have definitely been sitting in the washer for the last two days, unswitched.
“Motherfucker.” I hissed as I dropped the sheets on the floor and grabbed a laundry pod and some scent beads, throwing them into the washer and starting his clothes on a hot, heavy washer since half of it was his workout gear.
I shook my head as I felt some of the water starting to reach my inner ears, causing them to twitch and me to wince and I quickly grabbed a spare cloth and quickly cleaned them out, hating the feeling of water in them.
I could faintly hear my phone buzzing from upstairs, and I jogged up there only to be greeting with Price’s contact, wanting a voice call.
I answered as I opened the dishwasher, realizing I forgot to start it before I went to bed last night, the pod door still closed tight.
“Hey love, looks like we might be running even later tonight, there’s a new recruit….” He started as I held the phone between my shoulder and head and tried to start the dishwasher again.
“What time should I have dinner on the table then?” I interrupted him as he was telling me about how they were going to be training not just one but several new recruits, causing them to be home around eight pm at the earliest.
“Oh, uh, probably around nine or ten then?” He questioned.
I just shut my eyes and sighed for a moment, before nodding.
“I’ll get some stew in the crockpot then, today’s not going too great so I doubt I’ll be up that late.”
“That’s alright dove, we can just pick up food on the way over.” I heard Ghost’s voice, causing me to pause for a moment.
“Am I on speaker?” I asked softly.
“Yeah, we jus’ got out of a meetin’ “ Soap replied. Sounds like everyone was there.
“I’m implementing a new rule: Set a fucking timer on your phones for your laundry. Next batch that grows mildew in the washer will go into the burnpit.”
A hushed silence answered me, before I heard a smack! and Soap yelling out.
That was definitely Gaz. He’s the only one who actually takes care of his laundry on time.
The washer beeping from downstairs gathered my attention, and I said my round of ‘be safe’ and ‘don’t kill the newbies’ before I hung up and tossed my phone on the couch, only for it to slide off and land on the wooden floor, landing screen-first.
“Oh that definitely fucking broke.” I sighed, padding over to it and picking it up, wincing as I saw shards of glass left behind on the ground.
A slew of expletives left me that would’ve left Soap blushing, and I set it face-up on the coffee table and headed downstairs, switching over laundry and starting half of the sheets in the washer before heading back upstairs, and cleaned up the mess my phone made.
It was around three at this point, so I gathered some thawed meat out of the fridge and some vegetables and went to work putting together and stew for the boys that could be left cooking for the next several hours. Halfway through chopping up the carrots, the dryer buzzed, scaring me enough that I accidentally sliced into my finger instead, causing me to yelp and immediately hold it to myself, using my dress as a pressure dressing as I rushing into the bathroom and yanked out the medkit from under the sink. Only to find it fucking empty.
I hissed at finding this, heading back into the hallway and pulling open the doors and finding the spare medkit things, disinfecting and wrapping up my fingers. (Turns out I nicked two, not just one.)
I didn’t bother putting away the items since I knew I needed to refill the medkit anyways, leaving the bloody wrappers and roll of gauze on top of the box.
I headed downstairs, switching laundry again, and set up the drying lines we had in the laundry room for the sheets, carefully setting them up, not noticing spots of blood getting on the edges from my fingers.
After switching laundry I headed back upstairs, my phone buzzing with an incoming call from Soap, which I didn’t even bother touching as I was not about to get shards of glass into my fingers.
I finished making dinner, setting it up in the crockpot on medium heat, and didn’t bother cleaning up the kitchen as I collapsed on the couch, about ready to cry my eyes out.
Instead, I fell asleep, my body exhausted, and about jumped out of my skin when I heard the door open and several voices.
About thirty minutes had passed, leaving me groggy as shit, blinking sleep out of my eyes as they shuffled inside, dropping off bags of something on the counters as Price made his way to me.
“I know we’re a little early but-holy fuck, what happened?” He started, causing everyone to immediately stop and head my way, causing me to be crowded by everyone. I could barely keep the tears out of my eyes, explaining that today was just horrible.
“C’mon, let’s get you out of that dress and into something warm, bun.” Gaz spoke softly to me and Price starting giving instructions to the rest of the boys: Konig and his crew were to take care of the animals and check the perimeter, Ghost was to help with laundry, Soap was on dish duty, Price was going to finish up with putting away the groceries which I later learned were from them going to the farmer’s market ass-early in the morning before the sky opened up to make sure I got what I needed for the week. Keegan took it upon himself to restock the medkit, and helped rebandage my hand as I sat on my bed, Gaz sitting behind me, softly brushing my tangled mess of hair.
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Summary: Y/n has always been there for the pack, her pack, and her family. What happens when a Nogitsune of sorts gets her friend? What will happen when they all have to fight for their lives? This takes place during Season 3 (spoilers if you haven't seen the season yet) it's been a long time since I've seen this so some things may not have happened or been said.
Part 2
Y/n had been there for the pack since the very beginning. From the day Scoot was turned she had always been there. She was well known around town, everybody knew her. Even the Hales were good friends of hers. She worked as a nurse at the hospital and the school. So she saw Melissa and Noah from time to time. So, they're for, y/n new of the Scott and Stiles, and trouble they would sometimes get into. Although they weren't close she always helped them, even if they didn't know it, that's her little secret though. See, y/n was a healer and she had this sense that was able to tell when someone was supernatural. They had found out what she was when she helped Scott heal Derek when Kate shot him.
Everyone was on edge since they all found out that Stiles was possessed. So y/n tried her best to keep everyone together. To help them when they needed it. But sometimes, things would get to her.
Y/n's p.o.v
"Alright, does everyone understand the plan?" Scott and the rest of us were going over the plan one more time to stop Void before anyone else got hurt. I was standing in the corner watching and listening to them. I had had this feeling for a while, that something bad would happen, but I didn't say anything. I wanted to think that it was just a feeling and that nothing would actually happen to any of us. I pushed the feeling down and went back to listening to the plan again.
I was sitting on the couch after standing for a bit. I was leaning forward staring at the floor. This feeling still wouldn't go away. I couldn't stop thinking about whether one of us might not make it back. I had grown very close to these kids, and I don't even want to imagine if one of them left. I felt the tears start to fill my eyes, but I held them back. Wanting to be strong for others. Out of nowhere, I voiced my thoughts out loud to the group. "Guys, what if we can't stop him? What if one of us doesn't make it back from this?"
Isaac put a hand on my shoulder, "We'll get through this." At that Allison came and sat next to me and wrapped me in a tight hug. Scott looked over and gave me a warm smile. I gave Allison a quick squeeze and then got up from my spot on the couch. "Alright then. Let's go save our friends and stop Nogitsune."
*An hour later*
3rd person p.o.v
They had been fighting the Oni for what felt like forever. Everybody was tired and starting to lose hope. But not y/n, she was trying her best to stop them, and boy did she try her best. She was never a good fighter, but she was amazing with a gun, and maybe a bow and arrow. And not only was she fighting back against the Oni but also trying to help the others. Something that she kept a secret was that she was able to transfer her energy to someone else, but there were some side effects. When she used her powers her eyes turned to a light shade of gray, but also if she gave them too much she would have none left for herself, meaning she could die from it. But that wasn't stopping her right now.
"SCOTT!!" y/n yelled at her friend. He looked at her and gave her a confused look. She reached into her pocket and grabbed something out of it, brought it up to her mouth, and whispered something into it before tossing it to him. He looked at it and said, "What is this?" "It should help you stop void, for-" she turned and shot another Oni before continuing, " good. Just break it and spread the pieces onto him." "Why are you giving this to me just now?!" He said while fighting off his own Oni. "Because you'll need all the help you can get, and I have a feeling I won't be there to help you fight him again. And besides, I just thought of it." She hadn't noticed before but everyone had been listening to the conversation while fighting.
"Y/n your eyes, they're glowing.!" Isaac was the first to notice. "I know that Isaac!" She said shooting at another one of the Oni that just kept reappearing. This time it was Derek who spoke, "Y/n if you keep using your magic you could die!" "I can heal faster than you guys, and besides you, all need it more than me anyway!" Y/n was starting to feel weak, but she didn't care. She would rather die than watch her friends suffer. So she kept pushing herself, she had to help them heal, help them stay strong. Even if it meant losing herself in the process.
The fight was almost over, y/n could feel it. Although she could also feel how weak she was getting. She didn't know how much longer she could take this. She hadn't realized it but she was surrounded on all sides by the Oni. Her bow broke a bit ago so all she had were her daggers and fists, and that can only get her so far. She knew she was in bad shape and was in desperate need of a break but she kept pushing through.
After some time the Oni left her side and she was able to breathe for a second. Then just as quickly as they left one came back. Y/n didn't see it until it was too late, the Oni had shoved her to the ground, and she grunted loudly when her body hit the cold, hard, cement beneath her. When she got shoved she lost her daggers and was left with just her hands, and with these guys that wouldn't be enough to save her. Before she knew it the Oni had its sword pointed at her. She looked up at its face, and for a minute y/n thought that this would be it for her.
Y/n's p.o.v
Damn, that hurt like a mother trucker. Come on, y/n. Think, THINK. God there has to be some way I can get out of this mess. Looking up at its face, I can see that it's lifted its sward and has it raised right near my face. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see someone behind the Oni. It's Allison! I can see she has her bow lifted and is ready to shoot the Oni. Right before it raises its sword I give her a nod and roll to the left out of reach.
I watch as she lets the arrow go, and it hits. I let out a long sigh before getting up and giving Allison a warm smile. "Thank you," I told her, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Of course y/n, and you thought you could do it all by yourself." I rolled my eyes and laughed lightly with her. "I guess I did need a bit of help after all." We both smiled at each other, and that's when I said it. Then, it was like everything was happening in slow motion.
3rd person p.o.v.
Y/n saw a figure behind her friend's back, and before she could understand what was happening she saw the shine of light off a sword. Before anyone could react y/n had shoved Allison to the side.
And that's when everything went totally wrong.
1,277 words
This one took me forever to write, but I'm so veeeeery proud of this. Part 2 anyone?? (Either way I'ma probably do a part 2 lol) So I was thinking I could turn the next one into a Character x reader instead of doing another pack x reader? What do you guys think, and who should I do it with?
Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Word count: 1.4k
Summary: People don’t usually realize that you’re in a relationship since you weren’t one for PDA with your boyfriend. It wasn’t that you didn’t like to display affection, it was more the Public part that made you nervous. But one night at a party that might change.
Warning: None
Requested by Anon: malia x reader or stiles x reader. The reader is like a ('baby gay' for malia) (first relationship for stiles) and is shy/a bit nervous about doing things simple things like hugging or holding hands and they find it cute but also comfort the reader say stuff like its okay, we can take it slow, and kinda just doing things like hugging more often to get them use to it. idk sorry feel free to to change it up and do what you want. Anyway have a good day~ 🦊,🐺or🙃.
A/N: so I realize I haven’t uploaded anything at all in over a week, but life’s a bitch so I’m not gonna make empty promises of me starting to upload regularly again. I guess thing’s will be uploaded when they’ll be uploaded. I’m really sorry for all those who look forward to scheduele stuff, but I hope you understand. Lot’s of love, Brina
The red plastic cup in your hand was still filled up to the brim, the only change was the temperature that it had taken on during the hour that you had nursed it without even attempting to take a sip of the gross beer inside. Honestly, you weren‘t all too sure why exactly you had agreed to tag along to the party, neither were you sure why you were even asked to. When Scott had heard of the party a bunch of juniors and seniors had planned to have on a clearing in the woods, he knew it was a recipe for disaster. The pack had tried its best to stop the party from happening altogether, but to no avail, so instead they decided that they‘d come along to keep an eye out for potential danger.
Every single pack-member in the appropriate age-group - aka still in school - had shown up, even Brett and Theo had joined in, which meant that any potential danger would have to be careful. Still, you couldn‘t quite understand why you‘d been asked to come along since you were quote-on-quote ‘just a human‘ and were usually kept away from any immediate danger the second it seemed to be in your vicinity. Not today though, today you were basically dragged with them to attend the party no matter if you wanted to be there or not and Lydia had forced you to dress in something other than the nice PJ’s that you had been chilling in earlier that day.
“Hey, it’s Y/N, right?” a boy asked as he joined your side. You inspected him for a few seconds until the cogs in your head finally clicked and you realized that he was in your english lit. class.
“Mhm, you’re-” you bit your lip and squinted your eyes as you tried your best to recall what his name was, “James?”
“Close, it’s Jim,” the boy chuckled and smiled at you. You recognized that smile and even though you had to admit that you were a bit naive, you knew that the boy wasn’t talking to you just for the sake of getting to know you as a friend. Not quite sure what you could do about it, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
“This party is pretty boring, what?”
“Well, it’s a party in the woods in the middle of the week so I doubt there was much possibility for this to be the party of the century,” you shrugged and looked around at all the drunk people who’d definitely regret drinking so much the next morning.
“You know,” Jim started and you had a bad feeling you knew where this was going, “We could get out of here, My parents aren’t home, sooo-” he scratched the back of his head and you just couldn’t help but sigh.
“Listen Jim, you’re really nice, really, but I’m in a relationship.”
“Oh, Ohh, okay, sorry I didn’t mean to...uhm… I just- I never saw you with anyone, I thought you were- I- Uhm- I’ll leave,” he rambled before taking a big sip of the beer he was holding and walking away with his ears tinted red-ish.
You gave another sigh and shook your head slightly as you thought his words over. It was true, now that you thought about it, he had no real way of knowing that you weren’t single anymore and even though usually you didn’t mind that thought, suddenly it was somewhat bothering you.
You and Stiles had been dating each other for just about a month now, but besides the other pack members and your families no one really knew about it since you weren’t really into PDA. Well, it wasn’t quite that, if you were honest. It was just that this was your first relationship and you were incredibly nervous at everything it included. It wasn’t that you felt uncomfortable with Stiles, it was the exact opposite actually, being with him was the time you felt most at ease, but you were just very anxious that you’d accidentally screw up.
Of course, you also feared that your nervousness would annoy him and he’d decide that you were not worth it, but that fear was absolutely rootless since he was the most supportive boyfriend you could imagine. Oftentimes you could see the longing in his eyes when he was looking at you sitting besides him at Lunch and you knew that he just wanted to put his arm around you and give you a kiss, but held himself back for you sake. He also kept on telling you that it was okay and that you didn’t need to do something uncomfortable just to please him, that he was happy with all the cuddles and kisses he got in private and that he was more than ready to take it slow. What he did to help you otherwise was that he tried to get you used to a little bit of physical contact: hand holding in the car, small hugs throughout the day, cute little texts in class and the such.
Suddenly, as you were thinking about it, you felt the strong urge to find Stiles and hug him no matter how many people were around and if you didn’t still have the completely full cup in your hand you’d think you could’ve been a little bit tipsy. You looked through the crowd searching for any sign of your boyfriend and the first thing that caught you eyes was the blond locks of a certain scarf-wearing-werewolf glimpsing through a group of junior girls that were giggling about something. With a rush of determination surging through you, you made your way through the masses of teenagers - somehow managing to hand your cup to someone on the way - and ended up only a few feet away from Isaac without having been accidentally punched or stumbling.
It was like a scene in a movie when you came closer and recognized a few other pack members standing around Issac and they acted like a curtain that opened up as you got closer and revealed the most incredible boy in the world. If you’d been an outstander and had seen you stop in your tracks with a goofy, love-sick smile on your lips and your eyes almost watering up, you would’ve thought that you were watching a cheap romance movie, but you weren’t an outsider- no, you were you and you were looking at your boyfriend feeling full of love and admiration. Starting to walk again, you were sure to earn a few confused glances as you slid through between Isaac and Allison and more or less launched yourself at Stiles, your arms quickly interlocking around his waist and you face pressed into his chest.
Stiles was obviously surprised at the sudden attack as he stumbled a few steps backwards before stabilizing and reciprocating the hug.
You were very happy that your pack was so accommodating as they just shared some confused glances before continuing the conversation like nothing happened.
“Are you okay?” Stiles leaned down and whispered in your ear, obviously worried by the sudden need for affection.
“Mhm,” you nodded and basket in his hug for a few seconds more before looking up at him and smiling, “I just love you a lot and I missed you.”
“I drove you here, we saw each other half an hour ago,” Stiles chuckled, but his cheeky smile showed that he was endeared by your sudden clinginess.
“That was too long,” you just sighed and wished he would lean down to kiss you, but then your state of adrenalin and bluntness left you and your nervousness returned. Slowly you retracted your arms and went to stand beside him when you saw that the other pack members were looking at you with smiles on their lips. Blood rushed towards your face and your ears and you suddenly felt more embarrassed than you ever thought you would, even though you didn’t regret it.
“You want me to bring you home? It’s getting pretty late,” Stiles asked silently but you could read between the lines and thankfully nodded, knowing that you’d probably ask him to come with you inside when you came to your house and cuddle. Because after all, Stiles was the best boyfriend you could ever imagine and if you couldn’t hug him all that much in public, then you’d hug the living health out of him in private.
Summary: Reader loses control of her powers during a panic attack and ends up accidentally barely hurting Stiles. She ends up seeing Stiles and Scott when being chased by the company she had escaped from.
Masterlist
A/N: So the reader has a mix of powers like Eleven and Wanda. I’m a massive Marvel fan and I just finished season one of Stranger Things and was in the mood to right so here you go. I’ll probably write one for marvel too.
Shouting.
Just breathe.
Screaming.
Just breathe. Just breathe. It would be okay, you'd be okay. Your nails dug into your palms piercing the skin but you were numb. You were trapped, as if you sat in the corner of a dark damp room as you curled into a ball and held back tears. It was like someone had thrown you into this dark, terrifying place and twisted the lock shut and no matter how loud you screamed or how hard you banged at the door, nobody came. Your breathing was uneven and your vision was blurring. The small, deep gasps of your breath sounded as if you were about to pass out. Your eyes were filled with such nervousness and almost fear that anybody who made eye contact would surely be greatly concerned for you. But nobody would make eye contact with you because they were too busy arguing. Shouting.
"She's dangerous! You saw what she did to the guy back there! She killed him Stiles!"
You didn't mean to, you didn't mean it. You thought back to everything, training and discipline and the rules, the punishments. The small cupboard where you were trapped whenever you'd mess up, the killing animals, the focusing your powers to stop people's hearts, snap their bones, empty their lungs. You didn't mean to kill him but he knew. He knew everything about how you were raised, what you had done, what you were forced to do. He knew the people you hurt, you killed. He was taunting you, messing with you. It had built up, like it was now, and a switch was flipped. You eyes glowed purple and suddenly his neck had snapped. But you didn't mean to.
"It was protection Scott! He was trying to kill her!"
"Stop it," you whispered, voice shaking but they couldn't hear you. Everything seemed to close in, slowly depriving the room of oxygen. You felt as if the four white walls were dragging themselves forward and surrounding you to the point were your body ached from the pressure of having to squeeze yourself close. You was quick to bury your face between your knees to try and drown out any colour, any shadows, any movement, any shout. "Stop, stop it. Please stop," You sobbed, shaking as you rocked slightly on the couch, the blood from your palms staining the knees of your jeans. You looked up, eyes flickering purple every now and then as they continued to shout.
"She murdered someone!"
"It was self defence!"
"He said she'd killed before, that she kill again! She can't be trusted!" Scott was right. You couldn't be trusted. You were dangerous and out of control and you were a monster. And now you were tearing apart the pack unintentionally. "Stop it, please, stop," You noticed Lydia look to you along with Kira and Liam. They seemed to know just how on edge you were, worry but also hesitance etched on their faces.
"We don't know that, we don't know who that guy was!" Stiles shouted and you shot up, hands faintly glowing the same shade of purple as your eyes. Tear marks stained your cheeks and your whole body shook in fear as the power coursed through your veins. Stiles and Scott still didn't notice, too engrossed in the argument to spare a glance. The rest of the pack, however, noticed. They backed up, trying to subtly get the boys' attention. But that didn't happen, they didn't stop. "Stiles, face the facts-"
"STOP!" You voice was distorted, hair flying back in the blast. A wave of purple mist hit the group, all of them stumbling back and a couple even falling over. Windows smashed, walls cracked, shelves tumbled, belongings falling everywhere. You fell, collapsing to the floor from where you had been floating inches off the ground. You shook slightly, looking round at the scared teenagers as you eyes flickered again. You breathing became uneven once more, a knot tightening and n your chest when you saw the blood dripping from Stiles' nose. With a sharp intake of breath, you fell back against the sofa and stared at your shaking hands in fear. You'd hurt him, how could you do that.
You couldn't be trusted.
You were hurting people.
Murderer. Monster.
"I'm sorry, I didn't- I don't- hurt you, I'm sorry," you stood slowly, watching them flinch in fear as you looked at them all. Stiles seemed to be the only one who wasn't terrified, quickly getting up and carefully walking towards you. "Hey, I'm fine. See," He wiped the blood from his nose only for more to fall. He went to take another step forward but you shook your head, backing away towards the door, "Don't. I didn't- please don't. I'm- monster, I'm sorry," the door had flung open, the purple mist from your hands, and now at the door, fading away as you stumbled out. You managed to get down the steps and onto the pavement when you heard the calls of your name from all of them. Knowing they were following, you spun round with your hands held out. The mist not only surrounded your fingertips but had made a small wall between you and them. One hand stayed aimed towards them whilst you looked around for some kind of car or transport and with a wave of your hand, a bike had flown over to you. Looking back to them, your eyes met Stiles' as you spoke, "Don't,"
Your hand fell as the wall disappeared and you wiped your bleeding nose as you hopped on the bike, starting down the road shakily.
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Run. You just had to run. Either you run or they get you and you were not going to let them get you. In hindsight, running in the forest barefoot with your ripped and ragged clothes wasn't a good idea. You could feel twigs and thorns pierce your skin but you didn't stop. You cringed every time a leave crunched or a stick snapped but you didn't stop. You could hear their shouts in the distance and with one last quick glance over your shoulder, you saw the flash of a gun and sped up.
Reaching a road, you let the panic settle in as you watched them catch up. About to continue down the road, you heard the blue jeep before you saw it. Scott had opened the passenger door and heard to the back as he called for you, "Get in!" Looking at the guns that were aimed at not only you but the jeep too, you shook your head. Stiles got out of the jeep and began to make his way over to you, Scott just behind him. "Come on, we'll get shot!" Shaking your head again, you watched the soldiers surround you before watching one man step forward ever so slightly, Dr Smith. "Test subject 095, come in and these boys won't get harmed," you glared at him, eyes glowing purple as you got into more of a fighting stance. "Liar,"
He took another step forward, hand by the gun he had at his waist, "Come back peacefully, that's all we ask. I'm going to make you better again, you're sick," You didn't dare look to the boys next to you instead focusing on the approaching van they'd no doubt take you away in. You watched two more soldiers leave it and let the power freely surge through your veins. "Liar!" You screamed, hands moving fast as the soldiers' eyes flashed purple and they aimed their guns to the doctor now. He held his hands up in surrender as you marched forward. "Don't shoot me, I'm the only one who can make you better," With a shaky breath, you leaned forward and being able to see your glowing eyes reflected back to you didn't faze you. "Mercy," you growled, waving your hand to make the soldiers snap out of it and willingly leave. You knew none of them were in control when working for the company, all being forced to work there. You'd have to help at times, keep them under control that is.
The doctor's hand dropped and you waved your hand to cuff his hands. Nose scrunching at the feeling of the fear in your veins, you pushed it down to pick up a gun and press it against the man's back to force him into the van. You watched as he reached for his pocket as pull out the syringe and with a heavy sigh, you dropped the gun and took a couple of steps back, "No," You brought your hands up and watched as you lifted the van, making it fall onto his legs after tripping him up. He screamed as you turned, feeling the blood drip from your nose and ears, coming face to face with a shocked Stiles and Scott. "That was...awesome!"
You smiled sheepishly almost at Stiles' comment, glancing to a grinning Scott. The werewolf's expression fell as he met your eyes, "I'm sorry, I didn't realise and I was wrong. Can we be friends?" You nodded quickly, a grin taking over your face as you rushed over to the jeep, jumping into the back. Both boys climbed in too, watching as you moved your hands over your scratched feet and legs, the skin sewing itself together it seemed. You then reached up to wipe the blood from your nose on your already red stained wrist but Stiles passed you back a tissue with a quick worried smile. Nodding in thanks, you wiped your nose then you wiped the blood from your ears, glancing down to your ruined clothing. The jeep started up and you remained silent as you fiddled with your fingers.
"Sorry," you mumbled slightly and saw both boys look to you. Scott sighed and shook his head, "No, it was our fault," due to a pointed look from Stiles, Scott changed his words which made you smile, "My fault. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions and I'm sorry," you nodded in understanding before leaning forward to speak to Stiles, "I hurt you, sorry," the boy shook his head, sending you a gentle smile. You worried he wasn't going to accept your apology but he chuckled slightly, glancing to you, "I'm fine," he looked to your lips and with a small shrug, lent forward to peck them making you both grin like mad. Clearing your throat, you ignored the blush in your cheeks as you watched him smile widely as he faced the road. "Promise?"
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Unorthodox Training (Derek Hale x Gender Neutral!Reader)
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Summary: You seek out Derek to train you.
Pairing: Derek Hale x Gender Neutral!Reader
Warning(s): None
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Derek wouldn’t want to train you at first
He didn’t want to hurt you
He would play it off as you not being skilled enough
This pissed you off, of course
You even went to complain to Allison about it
“He thinks that I’m this fragile thing, so what if I’m human? I can still kick his ass!”
To be fair, you wanted him to train you to better defend yourself, but Allison had to admit: you were scrappy.
“Why don’t you just have Scott train you?”
“He already said no.”
This wasn’t true, you had thought about asking Scott, but better self defense wasn’t the only reason you wanted to train alongside Derek.
“Please, they don’t want to get inside Scott’s pants.” Lydia had quipped,overhearing your conversation.
“He just doesn’t want you to get hurt, Y/N.”
This was also apart of your plot to get Derek Hale to fall in love with you.
Or in Lydia’s words, be absolutely railed by him.
So here you were, banging on the loft door at five in the morning.
He was half-naked answering the door, a groggy look to support his sourwolf glare.
His eyes immediately softened at the sight of you
“Y/N, it’s late--”
You didn’t really give him a response when you drop kicked him in the stomach.
He fell back, eyes widening.
“What the hell, Y/N?”
“Come on, fight back!”
“I’m not fighting you!”
He was persistent in his defense, only blocking your hits as you utilized what skills you did have.
You tried a spinning kick on him, but he saw it coming, grabbing you by your thigh, this caused you to pause.
Your y/e/c eyes locking with his green ones.
Derek made the mistake of thinking that you would stop now, but when his grip on your leg loosened, you went in for a leg sweep.
Climbing ontop of him to straddle his waist, you smirked
“You’re holding back, it’s pissing me off.” You whisper into his ear as you pin him down.
You couldn’t read the expression on his face.
“You don’t take no for an answer, do you?” He smirked, flipping himself ontop of you.
He had even wolfed out, roaring in your face as he pinned you down. (see GIF above)
You have to admit that your heartbeat picked up in surprise, but you weren’t scared.
You had seen all of the packs wolf forms, and had your fair share of encounters with unfriendly werewolves.
“Why are you chasing this? You’ll get yourself killed!” He was angry, and yet he could not understand why you were smiling.
“You’re worried about me.” You laughed, your bright smile melting Derek’s face back to its human form.
He had now become very much aware of him straddling your waist, pinning you down by your wrists, and a mischievous glint in your eyes.
“I don’t worry about anyone else the way I worry about you.”
Your breath hitches in your throat as he leans down to you.
You both study one another, and it’s as if he’s asking permission when his eyes lock with yours, your heart beating so fast it might make his ears bleed.
“Kiss me.” Your voice was fragile, but sure.
And he did, his lips crashing to yours in a warm envelope of desire.
The kiss sent a swarm of butterflies into his stomach, his heart boasting full.
Hey! This will be my master list :) Feel free to send in an ask if you have any questions/suggestions. This is going to be a completely platonic series with all inclusive pronouns.
Season 1 Masterlist
Scott is a non-athletic, social awkward high school sophomore... but a single wolf bite changes everything. Now he’s the popular star of his lacrosse team and dating the new girl in town. But Scott’s “new” abilities also pull him into the middle of a war between werewolves and werewolf hunters.
Season 2 Masterlist
Season two begins when a new member of the Argent family arrives in Beacon Hills, and Scott and Allison are forced to continue their blossoming romance in secret. At the same time, Derek Hale, obsessed with gaining strength as the new alpha, begins recruiting for his pack, including newly-bitten Jackson.
Season 3 Masterlist
Four months after the events that nearly ended Jackson’s life and resurrected Peter Hale’s, teen wolf Scott McCall and his friends begin their junior year of highschool unaware that a new threat has arrived in Beacon Hills: A pack of Alpha werewolves intent on bringing Derek into their fold, while destroying his young pack.
Season 4 Masterlist
Still healing from tragic losses, Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Kira, and Y/N return to a new semester of school with more human worries than supernatural, while also trying to help their new friend Malia, integrate back into society. But Kate Argent’s surprising resurrection brings a new threat to Beacon Hills along with the emergence of another mystery enemy known simply as Orphaned.
Season 5A Masterlist
On the eve of Senior Year, Scott and his friends find themselves facing the possibility of a future without each other, a next phase in their lives that might take them in different directions despite their best intentions.
Season 5B Masterlist
Reeling from crushing losses, Scott struggles to put his pack back together while the Dread Doctors’ final creation, a creature known as The Beast, terrorizes Beacon Hills.
Season 6A Masterlist
Storm clouds gather as Scott and the pack head into their final months of high school. But the best days of their lives turn bleak when they lose their closest ally. Before the end, Scott and Y/N will stand alone before the growing darkness and fight to stop the destruction of everything and everyone they love.
Season 6B Masterlist
On the eve of their departure, Scott and his pack discover a new enemy rising in the shadows which threatens the fate of everything they hold dear. Will they find a way to stop the greatest threat they’ve ever faced? Find out on the final season of Teen Wolf.
