Imagines [Book Two]

Teen Wolf [Jordan X Reader]

Imagine Jordan being super protective of you, especially since you're so involved in the supernatural world and there's so much danger.

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After a very thorough workout at the gym, you give yourself a few minutes to cool off before collecting your things and heading home for the night. When you step out into the cool night and hit the parking lot, you groan at the fact that you're one of the last ones there and that your car is all the way across the lot.

As you make your way towards it, attention focused on your phone in hand and all the missed calls and texts, you don't see a car speeding towards you until it's screeching to a halt right in front of you.

"What the hell!?" A familiar face throws the car into park and hurriedly climbs on out. "What the hell, man? Where's the fire?"

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Jordan holds you out at arm's length, checking over your entire body.

"Uh, I'm fine?" You mumble, a bit shyly since you are in a sports bra and spandex shorts. And Jordan, well Deputy Parrish is mighty cute. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Once he's assured of your safety, he exhales in relief and takes a step back before settling his gaze on you. "Why weren't you answering your phone? Something's come up and we needed you to check in."

"It was on silent while I was working out," you say. "What's going on that you're acting like a crazy person?"

"Another deadpool list has surfaced." You inhale sharply, eyes widening. "And Lydia deciphered it. You're at the top of the list."

"What?! But I'm not- I didn't-" You stammer, heart now frantically beating. "I haven't Seen anything. Shouldn't I have seen something like this?"

Jordan frowns. "I don't know. I'm not sure how your visions work, but apparently someone does and wants you taken out as quickly as possible. You're worth a lot."

"Shit."

"Exactly my sentiments." Glancing around suspiciously, Jordan then takes a step closer towards you. "Come on. I'll walk you back to your car and then follow you home. We can't take any chances right now."

"Alright." Nervously you reach up to fiddle with your necklace, but only touch on bare skin. You have a sheer moment of panic before you remember you had taken it off and left it in your assigned locker inside. "Hold up, Parrish. I need to go back in real quick. I forgot my necklace."

"Y/N, just leave it."

"Never. I'll only be a minute." Jordan sighs as you turn around to jog back towards the gym, but you stumble when suddenly hit by a vision. A black car explodes, Jordan goes flying back, and there's screaming. The screaming is coming from you until suddenly someone steps up behind you, grasps you by the forehead from behind to yank your head back, and then your throat is slit. Gasping for breath and coming back to reality, you turn around and find Jordan walking towards your car. "Jordan, stop! Don't take another step!"

Jordan stops, but your car still explodes. You scream as you see Jordan go flying, but he lands on his side and rolls until he's in a crouch. Then when he stands up, he's surrounded in hellhound fire and his eyes glowing orange in a rage.

"Jordan!" Your drop your gym bag, your feet then pounding against the pavement as you rush towards him. "Jordan?" You then hesitantly call out. The hellhound stares at you, his very sharp teeth on display as his heavily pants. His face is covered in soot and his clothes are starting to burn away.

"A hellhound and the Seer," a voice sounds, awed. "Seems like tonight is my lucky night."

You whirl around and stare down the average looking male, but your vision is soon obscured by the lethal hellhound protecting you from the threat. Jordan roars, the flames growing bigger around him, and you take a step back in fear of being caught by his flames. And when Jordan speaks, it sends shivers up and down your spine because it's not Jordan's voice. It's the hellhound. "Leave. Leave now or you'll see why other assassins like you failed all those years ago."

"I think not," the man says. "I could make a pretty penny off the both of you."

The man pulls out a gun, complete with a silencer attached to it, and Jordan roars again. But he stands his ground and you watch in complete silence as a heat wave emanates from Jordan and rushes forward to knock the assassin off his feet. He lands several feet back, unconscious and nearly severely burned.

As Jordan then rushes forward to most likely kill the man, you scream out. "Don't kill him!" He pauses in his stride and glares at you over his shoulder. "The cops will be here soon and I won't be able to explain his mauling. You know Sheriff Stilinski can only explain away so much." The hellhound/Jordan seems to be warring with their actions and you hesitantly walk towards him. As you reach up with your hand towards his face, the flames die out and he lets you cup the side of his face. "I'm fine. You kept me safe." Sirens blare in the distance. "Now you need to get out of here before those watching from the gym entrance get a glimpse of your face and before your last piece of clothing burns away. The last thing we need is the locals getting wind that Deputy Parrish flashed his junk at a crime scene."

The orange glow dims from his eyes before vanishing completely and his teeth shrink back to normal. Jordan chuckles softly. "As if you wouldn't want to get a glimpse of that."

"Don't front, J. If you wanted to get nude in front of me, you really didn't have to go full hellhound and use him as an excuse for me getting an eye full of the goods." He smiles, but doesn't utter a word in response. "Now get going before Stilinski sees more than he's comfortable with. I'm sure Stiles isn't too far behind his Dad."

"When you're done here have Stiles drive you to my house," he says as he starts to walk away.

"As long as you have some clothes for me, I'm there."

"Good. I'll see you soon."