teen wolf preferences and imagines

Stiles x Reader

Me and Lydia stood at my locker planning the pack meeting tonight and decided that Derek's loft would be the best.

"I feel like there's so many of us, you know even though we've lost a few people with Malia joining it's just" Lydia says fixing her lipstick

"Can we not talk about her please?" I plead closing my locker.

I'm not the biggest fan of Malia Tate. Don't get me wrong I'm sure she's a nice person but she gives me bad vibes, and she stole my man.

Ok maybe that's the wrong phrase. I just-

"Y/N you're a witch, you're the witch. Just because she's illegitimately dating Stiles, doesn't mean anything. I'm sure they're just friends anyway."

"Dude, every night she comes in my room because she can't sleep and then ya know" Stiles says engrossed in another "serious" conversation with Scott.

"No Stiles. I don't know" the Alpha says rolling his eyes. He's never been one to take hints.

Stiles just lifts the back of his shirt up revealing red lines with some dried blood on his back.

I gasp and run my hand over the scratches quickly making them disappear as if they weren't there.

"Y/n, what did you just do. They actually don't hurt now. Oh she healed me." Stiles says pulling his shirt back down. "What have I said about using your mojo on me."

"You've said it's extremely cool and to do another trick." I laugh rolling my eyes. "And don't call it mojo. That's disrespectful. My magic isn't a joke stiles" I say giving him the look. He salutes me before we all continue to History with coach.

"So where's Malia?" Kira says from her seat in class.

I shrug and look down at my worksheet.

"STILINSKI, put your phone away!" Coach yells causing our group to laugh.

"Yep. Got it coach. Putting it away" stiles awkwardly says putting the phone in his back pocket.

The rest of the school day is spent like every other. Admiring stiles from far away. Except Malia wasn't here to cling on to his arm. Okay maybe I'm extremely jealous that Malia has the love of my life.

It's actually not my fault. After becoming The Grand Priestess last year, all my emotions, senses and abilities were heightened. The Grand Priestess wasn't supposed to be appointed until they were 19 or pregnant with their first child, but both my grandmother and mother were killed when I was 12.

The entire "world" of witchcraft had been trying to figure out what to do until eventually they just taught me what to do. It's been a long, lonely process but I've got the hold of it.

"Y/N! Are you listening? Of course not." Lydia says waving her hand in front of my face.

"Oh sorry Lyd. Why were you saying?"

"I was saying, it's time to go. Derek has somewhere to be tonight and doesn't trust us alone with peter." She says grabbing her purse and moved to her car.

We arrived at Derek's Loft and I immediately moved to the kitchen to grab some drinks. But when I walked in Malia was sitting on the kitchen counter with stiles in between her legs.

I stared at them before shaking my head and continuing to the fridge. I roughly opened the door cause the pair to jump apart and almost causing stiles to fall.

"Oh no. Don't stop on behalf of me. Tongue Tennis is my favorite sport" I spit before popping open the soda can.

"I see you're more of a spectator than a participant?" Malia says crossing her arms and hopping down.