One-shots BSM, DDM, DCM, MCM, UNM, Imagines

Parents, S.S.

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Y/N = Your Name

N/N = Nick Name

Y/P = Your Pronouns

(Based on a TV show I'll tell you down below so it doesn't spoil.)

Stiles Stilinski

13 Years Old

I've always had a good life. Good parents, good school, good friends. My mom and dad are great people. Mom always bakes cookies and is always there when I need her. Dad's pretty funny and he's taught me so many great skills. 

I learned how to shoot a gun pretty young as well as took some martial arts and self-defense classes. 

Mom and dad are pretty protective. I'm not allowed to go into the woods, anywhere alone, or outside at night. They frequently check-in with me at school or when I'm out somewhere. 

I don't know what's got them paranoid about my safety. Maybe it's about those string of murders that happened around the time my step-brothers were in school. That was a wild time for Beacon Hills. People were dying left and right, there were weird things going on, especially around the school. 

I was born just a few years before my brothers graduated out of school. I was like....two when Stiles left for FBI training and Scott started working with Dr. Deaton at the veterinarian clinic. 

Stuff was still going on at that time, but I was too little to remember much. 

" Y/N! Come on, kiddo! Time for school! Let's go! " Dad yells up the stairs of our old house. 

I groan, not wanting to pull myself out of bed. " Dad...I don't want to go to school today. Can I please skip? Just for today? "  I ask hopefully. 

Dad walks into the room, pulling on his sheriff's jacket. " Nope. Sorry kid. You've already missed enough school. Get up and get dressed. Be downstairs in five. Mom's got some breakfast for you. Then we got to go. " Dad pats my leg. 

" Ugh. Fine. " I sit up, rubbing the sleepies out of my eyes. Another day of torture. 

Dad leaves my room and I quickly get dressed in some clothes I'm pretty sure are clean before heading downstairs. 

" Morning sweetie! " Mom greets with a warm smile. " Here you go. " She hands me some breakfast and my lunch. " Have a great day. I've gotta get to work. Your brother's coming into town so he'll pick you up after school. You guys are going to hang out until dad and I come home, alright? " 

I nod. " M'kay. " I take a big mouth full of eggs. " Cya, mom. " 

" Don't talk with your mouth full, Y/N. " Mom kisses my forehead. 

" Bye Mel. " Dad says goodbye to mom while kissing her. 

" Bye. " Mom closes the front door behind her. 

" Come on, kiddo. Let's go. " Dad snatches his keys from the table and opens the door for me. 

I shovel down the last of my breakfast and grab my backpack before heading out the door. I hop into the car, tossing my bag on the side.