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Being Liam Dunbar’s older sister would include...

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Being Liam’s older sister would include...

You being two years older than him

Being extremely close

Comforting him when his I.E.D. got bad

Always making sure he took his medication

Cheering for him during his lacrosse games

Confronting Brett when he acted to him like a dick

Even if you had a thing for him

Transferring to Beacon Hills High as well to support him

Being in the same grade as the Pack

Quickly befriending Lydia and Allison

Quickly catching feelings for Scott

But once you found out he had bitten your brother, all hell broke loose

Being rational about it, however

After you were done lecturing the shit out of him

Accepting his werewolf side without thinking twice about it

Smacking him whenever he claimed he was a monster

Him not even batting an eye, since he was far too stronger than you

And like, a foot taller as well

Him not being totally okay with your relationship with his Alpha, at first

Getting more used to it as time went by

Eventually Scott being the only one he trusted with you

Being his anchor

Giving him advice on how to approach Hayden

Giving him relationship advice in general

Letting him borrow your car keys

Playing video games with him and Mason

Helping him with his homework

Being protective over him and vice versa

Liam climbing to your bed whenever he has a nightmare

Stroking his hair, knowing it calmed him down

Him falling asleep in your arms

Not keeping anything secret from each other

Very tight, and long hugs

Protected – Derek Hale x Young! Beta! Reader

Summary: You’re Derek Hale’s 15-year-old Beta. Derek saves you before Gerald Argent kills you.

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Pairing: Derek Hale x Young!Beta!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Gerald Argent, furious Derek, swearing, blood, crying

Word count: 802

Song recommendation: Iron - Woodkid

*Flashback*

“Do you have a death wish, Y/N?” Derek crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe, blocking the exit. You raised an eyebrow, sort of glaring at him.

“Do you?” you talked back at him, smiling coldly. Derek’s jaw clenched as he suppressed the urge to give you a piece of his mind. You had been giving him attitude for the past few days, and even if he was fully aware you disliked being told what to do, he was still your Alpha and had obligation to protect you.

“In case you forgot, Argent has already tried to kill you twice,” he acknowledged. “And failed to do so, twice,” you responded bitterly.

Derek sighed. “I’m only trying to keep you safe, Y/N/N. Please, just listen to me,” he said. Your gaze softened. “I’ll be fine, Derek,” you muttered, making your way out of the loft.

*End of flashback*

You weren’t exactly sure how you had found yourself running through the woods for dear life. There was, however, something you knew for certain: if you made it out alive, you’d never disregard Derek again. You were getting weaker, however, every second that went by. The possibility of you surviving seemed considerably unrealistic.

You hissed in pain, removing an arrow from your abdomen and hurriedly pressing with your hand against the cut to stem the bleeding, only to realize that you had been poisoned with wolf’s bane- you weren’t healing. You were seriously injured, and teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, yet you refused to give up.  

“I have to admit, Y/N, you gave me quite a hard time,” Gerald Argent commented, examining your bloodied features. You scoffed, “yeah, well. Facilitating your process of killing me wasn’t exactly on my to-do list,” you replied sarcastically, aching with every breath you took.

“You’re something else, aren’t you? For a newly turned Beta, you’re quite skilled. I’m sure you’re Derek’s favorite,” he pointed out, laughing devilishly. “It’s a shame you have to die this way, so young and innocent.”

Realization hit you. You were really going to die, if you didn’t do something drastic. With every bit of power you had left, you roared. Assuming Derek was searching for you, you had given away your position.

“Your life is completely in my hands; quit testing my boundaries, sweetheart,” Gerald warned, aiming a gun between your eyes. “Do you have any last words?” There was a brief moment of silence.

“Look behind you,” you breathed.

Derek emerged from the shadows, fully turned in his werewolf form. He neared Gerald in no time, instantly disarming him. “You didn’t actually believe I’d let you kill my Beta, did you?” he asked. To say his voice was infuriated, was an understatement. “Hunting her down alone was a seriously bad idea, Argent.”

– 

“SON OF A-” you cried, immediately waking up. “Hold her still!” Deaton shouted, pressing a syringe in your carotid, which you supposed contained the antidote for Aconitum. The pain was sending you over the edge, causing you to dig your claws in your Alpha’s skin, who held your hands pinned against the cold metal table.

After a few moments that felt like centuries, the veterinarian removed the needle from your neck. He gently pressed a cotton pad soaked in rubbing alcohol to where he injected you and gave you a sympathetic smile. “You almost died. Welcome back,” he simply said, earning a chuckle from you.

Deaton shot a knowing look at Derek. “I’m sure you two have a lot to discuss.” Derek nodded lightly, and Allan hustled out of the room, leaving you alone with your Alpha.

He wasn’t protective over you only because you were his Beta. He was protective over you because you were his anchor. There was something, in that intractable character of yours, that brought out the best of him. He felt responsible for you, as your Alpha and as your guardian. You were the closest person he had to a family. He needed to know you were safe. The idea of your getting hurt terrified him. 

“Did you kill him?” your croaked voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Derek smiled half-heartedly at you. “No, I didn’t. The Argents don’t deserve this kind of mercy,” he answered. “Right,” you whispered, avoiding eye contact.  

You wrapped your hands around Derek’s neck and rested your head in his chest. “I’m sorry,” you muttered, and he could already feel your tears moistening his shirt as he rubbed your back, trying to calm you down.

“It’s alright,” he said comfortingly. “Just, don’t be so stubborn next time.” 

“I promise,” you breathed. “Can we go home now?” Derek nodded and kissed your forehead, picking you up. The familiar warmth of his body soothed you to sleep, finally feeling protected in his embrace.

Poisoned Donuts

Hey:) can I get a teen wolf one-shot where y/n is immune to kanima venom and the pack start getting suspicious of her? I know it’s older but please and thank you?:3t Announcements: I hope you all enjoy! Warnings: None

Cooking class. At the great Beacon Hills High School, this was the class of inedible food and mysterious fires. Today, the entire class was currently learning how to make homemade donuts. The teacher looked warily at the entire class, just waiting for someone to somehow maim themselves with boiling grease.

Suddenly, you were tapped on the shoulder. Turning around you came face to face with two eager looking boys. One had black, wavy hair and the other had shaggy brown hair. You had some other classes with the two of them. Scott and Styles.

“Hey guys,” you said casually, “What’s up?”

They shared a look with each other that didn’t go unnoticed by you, “Hey, Y/N,” Styles began, “We were just wondering if you would be the, uh, test subject for our stuff? I-I mean our donuts? Scott’s a wimp.”

You raised an eyebrow and looked at Scott, who hit Styles on the arm but quickly regained his cool, “I-yeah, uh, sure.”

You squinted your eyes at the two boys. You went over the pros and cons quickly in your head. Pro: Free donut. Con: Donut being offered by two boys acting like they had something they were hiding.

After a moment of contemplation, you sighed, “Why not?”

They nodded and turned their backs to you. They looked like they were doing something and whispering but you couldn’t see or hear what they were doing. Suddenly they spun around, donut in Scott’s hand. You found it odd how they kept doing things in sync, like they were linked telepathically or something. It looked like the donut had some sort of glaze on it. Scott thrust out his hand, shoving the donut in your direction.

Shrugging, you carefully took the food out of his hand, trying to not get the glaze on your hand. You brought it up to your mouth and took a small bite, expecting the worse. When you didn’t immediately die from tainted donut you looked up at Scott and Stiles. They were looking at you a little wide eyed and with open mouths, like you had just grown a third eye or something.

Furrowing your eyebrows in concern you asked, “What? Did you guys poison this thing or something? Should I be worried?”

Looking like they just got caught with their hands in the cookie jar, they tried to recover, “Oh! Ha! Of course not! Why, uh, why would think that? Ha! Well, thanks, got to fry things, later!”

They went back do actually doing their work and you just shrugged and went back to doing yours. Although, you didn’ t eat the rest of the donut.

—

The pack sat in Derek’s apartment, contemplating what they had just learned. A seemingly normal human was immune to the Kanima venom.

“So, what does this mean?” Scott began.

Derek sighed in frustration, “I don’t know,” he looked around at the group of people around him, “But it can’t mean anything good.”

Apologize? Ha!

One-Shot: Hey can I have a Teen Wolf one shot when I’m secretly dating Liam and my brother Scott finds out? Announcements: I hope you all enjoy! Warnings: None

You quietly shimmied the window up from it’s closed position. As soon as you and your boyfriend were through, you quietly shut the widow again, careful not to be too loud lest you wake someone up.

Your boyfriend, Liam, sat down on your bed and looked up at you, “Are you sure we should be doing this? I mean, your brother is a werewolf too, the Alpha in fact. Oh, god. He can probably hear us right now! He is so gonna kill me!”

You chuckled and sat down next to him, “Oh calm down, scardy wolf! Scott is working late and my mom is too. We have the entire house to ourselves.”

After you said that, Liam seemed to relax a bit, “So,” he asked, “What do you want to do?”

“Oh,” you said innocently, “I don’t know, we could watch a movie or do some knitting, I do need a new scarf-”

Liam laughed, “Ok, ok, stupid question, I was just trying to make some conversation and-”

You shut him up by lightly kissing him, and soon he kissed back. All too soon you both broke off and smiled at eachother. Before either of you could do anything else though, there was the sound of the front door opening and closing.

Whipping your head around you grabbed Liam’s arm and started leading him towards the your bedroom window. He, while panicking along with you, began trying to scramble out of the window along with your help. Suddenly the door to your room slammed open, with a panicked looking Scott running into your room.

“Guys, I thought I smelled Liam, is everything ok-”

After Scott had a second to slow down, he saw you shoving a terror stricken Liam out of a second story window. Putting two and two together he suddenly started looking a little less panicked and a little more… Wolfish.

“Uh, this isn’t what it looks like?” Liam tried weakly.

“What is this? Are you two dating?”

You grimaced and looked at your feet, “Uh, yeah, for about two months now,” looking back up at your brother, “I mean it’s not that bad, it’s not like we’re doing anything wrong!”

He looked at you, “As your big brother, there are a lot of wrong things going on right now!”

He shot his eyes up at Liam who was now safely inside of your room again.

“And you!” He said, “My little sibling? Really!? Dude, there are a lot that I would let slide, but you two? Nope. Get out.”

Liam puffed out his chest a little bit, trying to look bigger than he was, “Look, Scott, I have no bad intentions with-”

Your brother’s eyes flared red and you groaned, “Out, now!”

You gave an apologetic look towards Liam as he jumped and started going out of the window again.

You sighed, “Liam, Liam,” he looked back at you, “Sweetie you can go out the front door now.”

He paused for a moment before quickly coming back inside the room and awkwardly scooting by Scott and down the stairs.

You looked at Scott with such a fury that would have scared Derek, “Wow, ok, Mr. Scary Alpha Wolf Man, was that really necessary? I’m allowed to date people y'know, without you policing everyone I flirt with!”

“That was not flirting!” He started, “That was a possible disaster! Listen, I’m not trying to police who you date, I’m just being your big brother. I’m trying to watch out for you.”

You snorted, “Well could you do it next time without making their lives flash before their eyes?”

He smiled, “No promises.”

“You also need to apologize to Liam.”

“Oh, I’ll do more than just apologize, don’t you worry.”

You squinted with suspicion but shrugged it off as Scott left for his room and you decided to go to bed, seeing as how it was pretty late.

—-

The next day at school, Scott blocked Liam outside of his next class.

Liam, shocked, began saying, “Hey, listen, I’m really sorry about last-”

Scott growled and let his eyes flash red, “You hurt them, I will have no issues with throwing you off a cliff, you got that?”

He gulped, “Yes, perfectly, crystal clear, no problamo-” and with that, Scott abruptly walked away, seemingly satisfied.

You walked up next to a shocked looking Liam, “Hey, you alright?”

He looked down at you quickly, “Yup! Let’s go!”

You watched him streak into the room, looking scared.

You started scanning the hallway and caught the eye of your brother, and under your breath so no one, well, no one normal would hear, you muttered, “Apologize my butt! I’m so gonna kick you when we get home!” And then with that, you walked into the classroom.

No

One-Shot: Hi can I have a Teen Wolf one shot when I’m Scott’s sister and Stiles falls in love with me? Announcements: Sorry I haven’t posted in a while… I’ve just been really busy but I hope you all like it! Warnings: None

You changed out your Science books for English and slammed the locker door shut, revealing the puppy dog face of your older brother. Not the werewolf puppy dog kind, but the kind where he puffs out his lower lip and looked at you with round eyes.

You looked at him, “Hello, Scott, what do you want?”

“I love you too,” he replied, “Why do you think I need anything?”

“Scott please, have some faith in me.”

“All right, so here’s the deal, Kira and I have plans for a really nice night, I’m taking her out to that really nice restaurant, y'know, downtown? It took me two weeks to get a reservation, but anyways, then I’m taking her to a movie and I’m paying and anyways, it’s going to be really nice and-”

“Scott, I’m going to be late for class at the rate you’re going. Please, just get to the point.”

He slid himself in front of you and grabbed you lightly by the shoulders, smiling a cheesy smile, “See the thing is that, I have a shift tonight at the clinic and I need you to cover for me.”

You groaned, since you worked with your brother at the clinic and since you were single you had always gotten stuck with taking his shifts whenever he had a date. You didn’t have to take these shifts obviously, but you really couldn’t say no, he always had good excuses.

“Please? You would be the best little sibling in the entire world and I would love you forever.” he said, his eyes growing big.

You stopped walking in front of your english class, other kids pouring in around the two of you, “Ugh, fine. But you have to bring me back left overs when you’re done. Now move.”

He smiled and let you go, “Thank you so much. I promise I’ll make it up to you. Later!”

You huffed and made your way into the classroom without replying.

—-

The air smelled like disinfectant and medical instruments as you wiped down the main examination table and other surfaces in the room. Today had been a very long day for you, seeing you had to do two people’s worth of work non-stop after school along with homework. You threw the dirty paper towel into the garbage and sat down, wiping your forehead and closing your eyes.

You were about to stand up, grab your stuff, and head back home when the front doors burst open, “Scott! Hey Scott, I need to talk to you-”

A young man, a rather cute looking young man, about the same age as your brother rounded the corner, stopping when he saw you.

You recognized him as Scott’s best friend, Styles, “Uh, hey, Scotts not here, do you need me to tell him something?”

He stared at you with wide-eyes, “I, uh, no. I just needed to, uh, you look very familiar, do I know you?”

“Yeah, we go to the same school. I’m just a year under you.”

“Oh,” he paused.

“So did you need me to talk to Scott for you?” you asked.

“Uh, nah, I just needed to talk to him… so you know him?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, I know him.”

“Cool, cool. Um, so I guess I’ll see you around then? At school?”

You looked him in his deep colored eyes, “Yeah, sure. See you around.”

He made an awkward smile and backed out of the doorway. You were about to turn around when he came running back in and tried to nonchalantly lean on the doorway.

“I almost forgot, what’s your name?”

You smiled, “Y/N, what’s yours?” Of course you knew his name though, did he not know you were Scott’s sibling?

“Styles. Uh, yeah, see ya!” and with that, he exited the building again.

You paused for a moment, expecting, no, hoping he would come back through the door. When he didn’t you shrugged and went out to your car.

School, you thought, might be a little more interesting tomorrow.

—-

Styles looked around the hallways trying to catch a glimpse you walking to your next class. He swiveled his head back and forth, scanning the faces passing by, looking for the cutest one, yours.

Scott looked over at his friend and frowned, “Dude, whats wrong? You’ve been like this all morning, who are you looking for?”

Styles spoke without looking at him, “Yeah, um, oh! There they are, ahh. They’re beautiful, don’t you think? I met them last night at the clinic when I was looking for you but, they’re… why are you looking at me like that?”

Styles faced Scott, who was giving him a look, “Seriously, whats wrong?”

Scott pointed to where you were walking, “Them?”

He nodded, “Uh, yeah, why?”

“Dude, that’s my sibling. No.”

Styles gulped, “N-no?”

The other boy growled, like, literally growled, “Just… no.”