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blessednereid · 4 years ago

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LFLLLL Prologue: Mutual Pining

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Lydia's House

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"Lydiaaaaaa!" You had barged into Lydia's house unannounced that afternoon. You had work that afternoon, but you called in sick, not physically, but emotionally. And only Lydia could help you.

"LYDIA LORRAINE MARTIN!"

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Lydia's mom, Natalie, had come out of her office because of your shouts.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Martin, I didn't realize you were home. Your car wasn't in the driveway," you apologized.

"It's fine, dear. Lydia's upstairs taking a nap. You know how much of a heavy sleeper she is."

"Thank you, Mrs. Martin."

"Please, I've told you many times. Call me Natalie."

You nodded before heading upstairs, where Lydia's room was.

You opened her door, and as you thought, she was lying on the bed, snoring and drooling. A sight you had gotten very used to since you first met her in third grade.

"Lydia Lorraine Martin. We have a code-red!"

Immediately, Lydia jolted up from her bed and began flailing her arms in the air. She lost balance before falling off the side.

"Oh, MY- Ugh." You went to help her sit back upright on the bed, sat next to her, and laid your head in her lap.

"Y/n, what's wrong? Why did you wake me up?"

"We have a code red!!"

'Code reds' were what you and Lydia had when you caught real feelings for a guy.

When you were younger and in middle school, Lydia had gotten a crush on the cutest guy in your math class.

On Valentines Day, she wrote him a card and put it in his locker. The card said, "I think you're cute♡︎ What do you think about me?" Later that same day, she found out that almost all of the kids in your two's class had read the card. And on top of that, the guy was a huge jerk about it.

Since then, you and Lydia vowed to never catch feelings for anyone until you were at least twenty-five.

"Who is it, babe? What happened?" Lydia asked with a concerned tone.

"It's Isaac."

"Your partner for the World History project?"

"Yeah, him," you sighed. "We started getting closer, and he started talking to me, and we bonded over our moms' death, and there were carnival rides and vampires and freezy pops!"

"Woah, Woah, Woah! Slow down!"

"So basically, I did what you told me and took him to the county carnival, right? Then, he told me about his mom dying, and we talked about that, and then we went on rides and fought about their pace, and he was fine after like a two-hundred-foot drop. So then, we went on a rollercoaster, and after that, I was cold because I was wearing a light jacket."

"Okay, keep going…"

"So then he warmed me up by giving me a hug and then led me in the building, and we just hung out there until like five? Then when we were doing the slideshow, he started asking me about my room and shit, and when we were done, we watched that show I told you about, with the high school vampires."

"Oh, the babysitter one?"

"Yeah, that. So, he was actually interested. And then we just kept watching it together throughout the week since we finished the project. And then when we were presenting today, you know I have that stage fright. He just held my hand and calmed me down, and he listened to me after we were done, and he actually cared about it instead of dismissing it.

"Not that you dismiss it, Lydia." She nodded.

"Anyways, after that, GB had to talk to us, and she ratted me out about writing his name down, and then he got slightly mad at me but not really, and then I explained. And he just told me he would see me tomorrow for our movie night…" you trailed off, debating whether you should tell her the last part.

"So that's when you realized?"

"After that, I turned away, and then he kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, 'see you tomorrow or something like that!"

Lydia chuckled. "So you have a code red?"

"Lydia, I have a hang-out with him tomorrow. I'm not gonna be able to fucking think straight!"

"Babe, just go and see how it goes. Maybe it's a 24-hours thing, you know? Just adrenaline. It affected you like this because you don't go out."

"Lyds, it's not like that. It's different."

"Y/n, that's what I tell myself before every hookup," she deadpanned.

"Okay, yeah. You're right. It's just a 24-hour thing."

"It's just adrenaline, babes. Nothing more, nothing less."

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Movie Night

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'Nothing more, nothing less…"

Those were the words that kept repeating in your head as you twisted Isaac's hair around your fingers around Isaac's hair as his head rested in your lap.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

You blinked rapidly.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine!"

"It's just, you're not watching the show?"

"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about something."

"Whatever you say, princess…"

Princess. The pet name made your heart flutter, and you thought you would explode.

"Give me a minute, please!" was all you said before picking up your phone and dashing out the room.

You headed to the bathroom and dialed Lydia's number right after texting her "Code Red Emergency."

"It's not a 24-hours thing, is it?" she said when she picked up.

"No…"

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do…"

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Previous Day

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Isaac

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He watched you as you turned around. His nerves crawled through his spine, and he curled and unfurled his fingers before finding the confidence–, no, before finding the ability to move.

When his lips touched the side of your face, his heart was set aflame.

'How did I just do that?' he thought. But entirely different words came out of his mouth.

"See you," he said, and he internally pumped the air when he saw your lips curl upwards into a smile.

When he reached class, his actions had finally sunk into his mind.

He went to his seat where his friend, Dillon Karis, sat beside him. Dillon was the only friend of Isaac, and they had known each other since middle school.

"Dude!"

Dillon turned his head to his friend, whose urgent tone caught his attention.

"You know that girl I was telling you about?" Isaac said enthusiastically.

Dillon scoffed. "You mean the one who's been taking up all your Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday nights?

"Yeah, I remember her."

Isaac rolled his eyes sarcastically. "Dude, I think I may actually like her…"

"Holy—" Isaac cut him off.

"Shut up!"

Dillon took two breaths to calm down before speaking.

"Explain. Now!"

Isaac threw his head back.

"I don't know. It's just the way she makes me feel." He smiled. "It's like… the way my mom used to tell me about how she felt about my dad? It's weird."

"Bro, you barely know her. Are you sure?"

"No, I'm not sure, but I think."

"Well, let me know. This is interesting. Shoulda brought some popcorn today, as I had planned," Dillon burst out laughing, and Isaac followed.

"Dude, I have to go to her house tomorrow."

"Why? I thought you already turned in the project."

"We have our movie night," Isaac said before realizing what that might sound like to his friend.

"Oh shit! So y'all already been going on dates?"

"No! No…" Isaac pointed his finger at his friend, signaling him to stop.

"Dude, so what are you gonna do?"

"I don't know…"

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Movie Night

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Isaac was now highly flustered as he laid his head in your lap. You didn't bring up the kiss, so he assumed he either made you uncomfortable or you didn't like him enough to care.

He looked at your face to see if there were any signals or indications, but he saw that you were completely zoned out.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

You blinked before saying, "Oh yeah, I'm fine."

Isaac raised his eyebrows before turning his attention back to the television.

When you dashed out the room with little explanation, Isaac took his emotional matters into his own hands. He had decided to get rid of his feelings, sure that they were unrequited.

He headed out of your room and knocked on Stiles' door.

"Come in!" he heard faintly, and he opened the door.

"Isaac, what's up?" Stiles had barely looked up from his work.

"I know we don't know each other that well, but I need some advice, and I figured that you probably know a lot about girls…"

"Not really, but I'm flattered you would think that. Please come in!"

Isaac stepped into the room and sat on Stiles' bed.

"Is this fine?" to which Stiles nodded.

"So, Isaac. Tell me what's going on," Stiles said before clasping his hands together.

Isaac took multiple deep breaths. He was about to ask your brother how to get rid of his feelings for you. Who does that?

"I have a crush… on this girl. And I know that she doesn't like—"

"You know, or you think?"

"I think, but she's given no sign of liking me…"

"Okay, continue."

"She doesn't like me. And I was wondering if you knew if there was anything I could do to… get rid of the feelings I have…"

"Oh boy. Isaac, I wish I knew. I'm in that same position. However! I wouldn't tell you if I did know. Because you never know, right? Unless they've told you that they don't like you, you don't know for sure. And even then, it could happen in the future."

That was not the advice Isaac was hoping for, preferring to put himself out of his misery before he could get in it.

"Alright, thanks, Stiles."

"No problem, bud!"

Isaac walked back to your room, where you were laid down on your back.

"Hey, where did you go?"

"Nowhere, I just needed to… uh.. get some air."

You squint your eyes, and even Isaac wasn't convinced by his lie, but he didn't say anything else before he laid beside you.

"Lydia is having a party next Saturday. You should come."

"Oh, I don't think—"

"Please, Isaac? It'll be good for you to get out of your house like Mrs. GB said."

He couldn't resist the tug on his heart when you flashed your pouting eyes, and he had to give in.

"Fine, I'll see what I can do. That's not a promise."

"Yay!" You exclaimed before pressing a kiss to his forehead. The action made Isaac's heart race, and all he wanted to do at that moment was kiss you.

In fact, it was all he thought of for the next few minutes.

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Isaac's Daydream

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"Love?"

"Yes, babe?" you responded to him.

"This is the spot. Stop going ahead of me."

You mouthed an "Oh" before laying down on the blanket he set by the flowerbed.

"So, whose house are we breaking into right now, Mr. Lahey?" you teased. You and Isaac were sitting in the backyard of a foreign house you had never seen, but you followed Isaac anyways.

"Yours."

You scoffed a 'what' as you had never seen the house in your life.

"Mines. Ours." He smirked.

Your face of pleasant surprise made his racing heart slow, as he thought you wouldn't like it.

"This is our house?"

"Well, it was my grandparent's house. They left it to me when they died. They said I can only get it when I turn 18, and now since we're together, It's our house."

You leaped onto his lap and kissed him feverishly.

"This is the best surprise ever!"

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Reality

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"Isaac!" You yelled, and Isaac didn't know what you had said before.

"Sorry! I just zoned out."

"It's not a problem."

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You

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"So, do you want to watch a scary movie?"

You actually weren't planning on doing any of what Lydia had suggested you do, which was to just come outright and tell him you like him.

Instead, you chose to suffer in silence, thinking there was no way possible that Isaac liked you back. And even if he had, you two would be better off as friends… Right?

At least that is what you chose to tell yourself.

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Isaac Leaves

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When the movie was over, Isaac went home, and you prepared for bed.

That night you dreamt of things you wanted in your life that you couldn't have.

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Your Dream

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"Hey, Isaac?"

You two were curled up together on a couch watching a movie, much like your reality. However, a few things were different.

"What are we having for dinner?"

"Babe, we're in a hotel, and the only restaurants have a pre-set menu. If you want food, you either get what they have, or we Postmates."

"But neither sounds good. I want Pasta!"

He sighed. "Then lets Postmates pasta, babe."

"But I want you to make it," you pouted.

"Okay, how about this." You turned to face him to hear his proposition.

"I get you dessert with the food they have here, and I make you pasta tomorrow?"

You smiled and wrapped an arm around his neck.

You hummed before saying, "That sounds perfect," and he kissed you with a burning passion.

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Morning

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"Y/N! WAKE UP!" Stiles woke you up from your dream.

"WHERE'S THE FIRE?" You flailed around before falling off the bed.

Stiles chuckled loudly.

"MIECZYSŁAW STILINSKI!

"IT'S A FUCKING SUNDAY!"

You groaned loudly before grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him, effectively knocking him down but not ceasing his laughter.

"Relax, Relax! Dad's taking us out for breakfast."

You rolled your eyes heavily. "Ugh, I hate you. GO! Let me change!"

"Wait! Wait! I have a question…"

"What?"

"What's going on between you and Lahey?"

You looked down and away from him. "Nothing," you murmured.

When you looked back at him, his eyes were narrowed, and his forehead was crinkled.

"I don't believe you one bit."

Your face heated.

"There's nothing going on, Stiles."

He scoffed. "We may be fraternal, but we're still twins, Y/n. Whatever, I don't like him anyway."

"Why not, Sti?"

He moved his face closer to yours, and you craned your head back for air.

"Because I'm your brother, I'm never gonna like any guy you date. None of them are worthy of my sister."

"Well, you don't have to hate him because nothing is going on."

"Hmmm... Sure," he stated simply before walking out.

You got ready, wearing an off-shoulder baby blue top that was slightly… starchy in texture, as well as a pink plaid miniskirt and black slip-on sneakers.

When you got downstairs, your dad and Stiles sighed a heavy "finally," and you mocked offense.

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Waffle House

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You got in the car and began driving. You looked out the window enjoying all the sights while Stiles tried to coax your dad into talking about cases.

Your dad turned and pulled into the parking lot of the Waffle House.

You sat at the counter and talked until someone came to get your drinks order.

"So, Stiles, when are you going to bring a date home?" your dad asked with a squint.

"Not anytime soon, He's still stuck on Lydia."

Stiles blushed. "Well, I mean, It's working. She knows who I am. "

"No, she doesn't. But… I do know this girl—" Stiles cut you off.

"If it's not Lydia, then no, thank you. I'm stuck on her like white on rice."

Your dad interjected your argument. "Stiles, you sound like a stalker. Normally, we arrest people like you."

"Okay, Let's change the subject. Y/n, wanna tell dad about Isaac or should I?"

You rolled your eyes. "Why should I? There's nothing going on?"

"Wait, who's Isaac?" your dad said while whirling his hand beside his head.

"He was my partner for a project I had for World History."

Stiles laughed. "We presented on Friday. What have you guys been doing in your room?"

Your dad's eyes widened. "Why is he in your room?"

"We just watch movies, Dad! We do nothing else!"

"I highly doubt that. In fact, why don't I ask Isaac right now?"

You blanched. "What do you mean?"

"He's coming up behind us," he said, looking past your head.

You began choking when you saw him in your peripheral version.

"Can I get you something t- Stiles!" Isaac popped up from behind you and began to ask for your drink orders.

"Hey, Isaac," you said as you turned around.

"Hey, Y/n!" His intonation was normal, his facial expression was off.

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"What do you want to drink?" he asked, though his focus was on your dad's squinted gaze pointed directly at him.

"Can I get a coffee?" Noah spoke up first. Isaac jotted down his order.

Stiles followed.

"I'll get an Arnold Palmer!" he said while raising his hand.

"Is that on the menu?" Isaac asked confusedly.

"No, but it's half of a lemonade, half of an iced tea in one glass."

"Okay… Arnold Palmer."

"Y/n," the lovestruck boy said with a smile. "What about you?"

The corners of your mouth turned up. "It's not on the menu, but is there an option for an iced coffee?"

"Uh, I'm sure there is." He knew there wasn't, but he also knew you didn't like hot coffee much.

"Are you sure? I don't want to--"

"It's fine, Y/n," he reassured.

He walked away and headed to the kitchen to tell the cooks the drink order.

"I need an iced coffee, a regular coffee, and A half-and-half lemonade-iced tea. Please," he added.

Isaac glanced outside the kitchen window and gazed at you softly. He admired the way your eyes glimmered in the sun and how your hair bounced with every gesture you made. From this, he began to appreciate how amazing your hair looked and how the light refracted off of it.

He smiled a lopsided grin as he watched the way your lips move. He imagined how they would feel on his. Soft. Smooth. He had the notion that you were probably experienced in that field, more so than he was.

No. He couldn't imagine that. When he thought about the things he just thought, it sounded creepy and perverted. Besides, there was no way that you liked him back, so even thinking about it would just lead to further heartbreak.

He grabbed your table's drinks and walked back, trying to ignore your smile because he couldn't stop the race that his heart ran whenever he saw it.

"Alright, here are your drinks."

"Isaac, can I talk to you outside?" asked Stiles.

"I'm actually working, so I can't do that. But, I can take your orders."

He jotted down each of your orders and went back to the kitchens.

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You

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"Stiles, I swear to God, I'm gonna hurt you."

"Not my fault you're over here pining after Lahey but won't do anything about it."

"Up your ass and off your high horse, Stiles!" You did your best to be quiet with your statement, but your dad still heard.

"Hey, hey!"

"Sorry, Dad," you and Stiles said simultaneously.

You watched the cooks prepare the food in front of you, but you hoped to see Isaac somehow, even though he was in the back.

You thought about his messy hair and how it felt in-between your fingers... How his eyes dilated with each smile, and the tiny specks of green in those ocean blue eyes were always able to calm you down.

You noticed how his lips were never chapped and how his cheeks looked like apples when he smiled, and the one dimple that was prominent in those moments as well.

You wondered if this was how Lydia felt for the boy that caused their entire concept of code reds or if you began to feel something much more for the boy with the shy demeanor and quiet voice.

When Isaac came back, you thought about how you could try to confess your feelings. But, you knew that if Isaac was barely willing to talk to you for a long time, it would be a snowball's chance in hell that he liked you the same way.

"Alright, here's your waffles and your hash-browns, Y/n. Your sandwich, Sheriff, and your All-Star breakfast, Stiles."

"Thank you, Isaac," you said with a smile.

He turned to leave before you called out.

"Um, Isaac!" He spun around on his heel at your calling with a questioning look on his face.

He walked back towards you, prepared to write something else down on his order pad.

"Movie night, tomorrow?"

He smiled. "Yeah, sure."

"Dorota, you cannot tell me you do not like him."

"Mieczysław, I do not."

Your dad cut in. "Sweetheart, and if you do?"

"I don't. Can we just leave it at that?"

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rememberstilinski · 8 years ago

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i'm here || isaac lahey

word count: 2392

warnings: loss of power

request: Can I request an Isaac imagine... Isaac is in love with the reader who's a witch and during the Nemeton she was also taken with Chris and she lost her powers and he comforts her. She moves in with Scott to help cope and she has nightmares about it about her not being able to do anything and he helps her get through eventually kissing her toes lo with her panic attack about it. Sorry if it doesn't make any sense

author’s note: this has been posted before but was deleted, so now i am reposting it! enjoy! all the witch stuff is inspired by bonnie bennett from the vampire diaries!

I found it!” I yelled as my head shot up from the Grimoire that was in my lap. “I found it. I know how to do it.”

The pack and I were currently looking for a spell that could help us save Mr. Argent, Melissa, and Sheriff Stilinski from being sacrificed by the darach. I've been looking for this for hours, up all night trying to find a spell in a huge book that witches have made throughout the centuries. A Grimoire is basically a witch’s cookbook.

“Will it work?” Isaac walked over to me and looked over my shoulder looking at the faded etchings that were almost undecipherable. I don't think he would've been able to read if it was in bold, black ink because it was written in Latin, not English.

“It might. It's worth a chance.” I looked to everyone in the room. Stiles, Allison, Lydia, Isaac and Deaton were all here searching for something that could save their parents’ lives. Scott had gone with Deucalion because he thought all hope was lost and only he could help save his mother.

“What do we have to do?” Allison immediately asked.

I sighed, not knowing if they'd be willing to go through with this. “Y/N,” Allison spoke sternly. “What is it?”

“You guys have to temporarily die if this will work.” I blurted out. All their eyes widened. “However, I can bring you back. Essentially, you, Stiles, and Scott need to be surrogate sacrifices for your parents.”

“You know how to bring us back, right?” Stiles questioned.

I nodded and continued with the instructions. “If we do this, power will be given back to the Nemeton, and the Nemeton hasn't had power like that in a long time. With power like this, Beacon Hills will draw in many supernatural creatures. Creatures that could fill the pages of a bestiary with.”

“So Beacon Hills will become a beacon, again?” Lydia questioned, but sounded more like a statement.

“Doesn't sound worse than anything we haven't already seen.” Stiles shrugged.

“You'd be surprised at what you have yet to see.” Deaton told him.

“Is that it?” Isaac asked. I looked behind me and saw him leaning against a counter.

“No.” I shook my head. “It will also have an effect on all three of you. You won't be able to see it, but you'll be able to feel it everyday for the rest of your lives.”

Deaton spoke up once again. “It'll be a sort of darkness around your heart, and permanent, like a scar.” I nodded in agreement because he practically took the words out of my mouth.

We sent Stiles and Allison home so they could go and find things belonging to their parents that would help connect them. Stiles had also called Scott and told him everything he needed to know, he agreed to do it.

Isaac, Lydia, Deaton, and I all stayed at the animal clinic preparing the ice tubs. I need herbs to put in the tubs that would help me draw power into the spell so I wouldn't exhaust myself.

“Y/N.” Isaac whispered as I read over the spell once again.

“Yes, Isaac?” I turned my head to see him standing in the doorway.

“Are you sure you can do this? I mean, this is dark stuff. You've never done anything like this before.” He asked. I sighed and looked away from him.

“Isaac, I'm doing this for our friends. This is their parents we’re talking about. I need to save them.”

“This kind of power can kill you, Y/N. You've told me many times that you can't do this kind of magic without their being consequences. You told me you would never do something this dark.”

“That was before the closest thing I've had to parents lives were on the line. My parents left me as soon as I found out I was a witch and Melissa took me in as her daughter. I'm not letting her die if I can do something about it.”

Isaac took my hands into his. “What if you die, Y/N? I can't lose you. You're all I have left.” He whispered.

“You won't. I'll be fine, I promise.” I removed one of my hands from his and cupped his jaw.

“I need to tell you something, Y/N.” His blue eyes pierced into my Y/E/C ones.

I felt my eyes brows scrunch up with my hand still on his jaw. “What is it?”

“I-I love you.” His stuttered whisper spoke.

My heart swelled at his words. I've had feelings for him for a while now, but I always thought they were one sided. “I love you, too, Isaac.”

Before anything else could be done, Lydia walked into the room. “Hey, we're ready whenever you are.” She said before looking up at us. Lydia started walking back out of the room with a smirk. “Oh, I'm sorry for interrupting. I'll just be in…”

“We’ll continue this later.” Isaac said, and I nodded. I stood up from the chair I was on and grabbed the Grimoire and walked into the back room, Isaac following close behind. There was three tubs filled with ice and mistletoe that would be necessary for the spell.

Allison, Scott, and Stiles all stepped up to the three tubs. Isaac, Lydia, Deaton, and I all looked at them before Deaton spoke. “All right, what did you guys bring?”

Stiles raised his hand. He was holding Sheriff Stilinski’s badge. It was a little smashed, but it still somehow looked the same. “Jennifer kind of smashed it in her hand. I hammered it out a bit. Still doesn't look great.”

“It doesn't have to look good if it has meaning.” I softly smiled at my spastic best friend which he returned before nodding and looking back to the badge, still shining in his hands.

I looked to Allison just as she held up a bullet. “Is that an actual silver bullet?” Isaac asked in awe.

“My dad made it. It's sort of a ceremonial thing. When one of us finished learning all the skills to be a Hunter, you forge your own silver bullet as a testament to the code.”

“Scott?” Deaton gestured for him to speak about his.

He held up a watch, one that I’d seen Melissa wear on multiple occasions. “My dad gave this to my mom when she first got hired at the hospital. She used to say it was the only thing in their marriage that ever worked.”

Stiles looked over the watch. “It says water-resistant. Not waterproof.”

Scott shrugged. “I don't think she's going to mind if it saves her life.”

“The three of you get in. We’ll each hold you down but it needs to be someone who can pull you back. An emotional tether.” I said. Lydia started toward Allison, but I was the one holding her down as I said the spell, so I stopped her.

“Lydia,” I looked between her and Stiles. “You go with Stiles.”

“Are you sure? I mean Scott and I both have to go under.” Allison asked.

“I'll be holding you down as I say the spell. Isaac you'll be with Scott, Lydia with Stiles, and I'm with Allison.” They all nodded as Scott, Stiles, and Allison got in the tubs.

Stiles turned to Scott as soon as they were both sitting in the cold water. “If I don't come back, there's something you should know. Your dad is back in town.”

After a few moments, we pushed them under and I closed my eyes and started chanting the spell. “Victus Phasmatis Ex Eleto. Revertas Phasmatis Ut Victus. Victus Phasmatis Ex Eleto. Revertas Phasmatis Ut Victus. Victus Phasmatis Ex Eleto. Revertas Phasmatis Ut Victus. Victus Phasmatis Ex Eleto. Revertas Phasmatis Ut Victus.” I repeated the words again and again until they were gone.

When I removed my hands from Allison’s shoulders and stood up, I got really light headed. I started getting dizzy. I closed my eyes to see it that would help reverse the dizziness, but it didn't work. “I'll be back.” I mumbled. I walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

Looking in the mirror, I started to see lights flicker around me. Then I got this piercing pain in my head. It felt worse than a headache. It was almost as if someone was slowly digging a pin or needle into my temple. I heard voices chanting and I knew it was the spirits of the witches.

They were angry. They were angry with me. They are yelling in a whisper in Latin, but I knew all they were saying. “You have disobeyed us. You have used your power for dark magic. We warned you there was to be consequences for disobeying us. Now you must be punished.”

The pain in my head got more intense and I started screaming. The louder I screamed, the more the lights flickered and the louder the spirits chanted. I could feel my nose bleeding and the power being drained from my body. Witches can usually feel the elements like wind, air, water, fire, and earth. As the pain got worse, I could feel my connections with these things draining until all of a sudden I felt empty.

The lights stopped flickering and the voices were suddenly silenced. As everything was happening my screams of pain were mixed with sobs. My head finally stopped hurting and I dropped to the floor. I sobbed on the ground. I had upset the balance and now I must deal with the consequences. They took my power. I had no way of getting them back.

I didn't hear the banging on the door until just now. “Y/N! What's going on? What happened? Baby, talk to me! Y/N! Y/N!” Isaac’s voice shouted through the door. Eventually I heard the door come off the hinges and Isaac’s footsteps came toward me. Isaac picked me up and held me in his arms. I finally opened my eyes and saw Lydia standing in the doorway panting.

“Y/N, what happened?” Isaac whispered, his face full of worry and concern.

I held back my sobs so I could speak. “The took away my powers. My magic is gone.” I gasped out and began crying again. I pressed my head against his chest as he ran his long, slender fingers through my hair.

“Shh. I'm here. I’ve got you. I'll help you through this.” He reassured me.

We saved Chris, Stilinski, and Melissa from being sacrificed and the pack defeated Jennifer and the Alpha Pack. Everything was good because we had won and saved the parents. For me, I couldn't deal with the absence of my magic. Every single night I would have nightmares.

The witches would be screaming at me like they did when they took my powers. I tried looking for ways to get the magic back, but it was no use. I even went as far as finding a place to harness leftover energy from a witch’s death. I simply couldn't cast spells and I could absorb any new magic.

I lived at the McCall house with Scott, Melissa, and Isaac. Melissa had taken me in a long time ago when I was in need of a place to live. The nightmares happened every time I tried sleeping. I would be standing in the middle of an old, rundown house. There was cobwebs and dust in every nook and cranny and on every piece of furniture.

I would be standing there until the fire started and the voices started yelling at me. They would speak in multiple languages. The languages would range from Latin to French to even Greek. I spoke many languages and understood everything they said.

“You will spend the rest of your life in dreams like these.”

“You fueled and unhealthy balance of nature.”

“The consequences aren't only on your hands, they're going to ruin the lives of many.”

“Everything that's going to happen is your fault.”

These were only some of the things they would say. I had to scream myself awake every night. The spirits didn't want me to leave and they wanted me to suffer.

Isaac was the only one keeping me sane through all this. He was my anchor. When I would wake up from my cruel nightmares, Isaac would be running into the room and would try to calm me down. Isaac stayed and let me fall asleep in his arms. When I fell asleep with him, the nightmares didn't come back. Sometimes he would talk to me to calm me down.

Eventually my nightmare problem died down and I started returning back to my normal self. At this point, Isaac and I slept in the same room every night with the permission of Mama McCall. She understood I needed him, but she said no funny business.

“If there is any sexual situations happening in that room, I will find you and kill you myself. I do not need to be on a reality show with a pregnant 17 year old.”

“Don't worry, Melissa. Nothing like that will happen.” Isaac told her and I nodded in agreement.

My powers didn't show any sign of coming back, but I was learning to accept not using magic. My adoptive family and my friends showed all kinds of support. Isaac was my biggest form of support and I was beyond thankful for him.

Through this whole thing our unbreakable friendship had grown into an even stronger relationship. Isaac and I didn't make anything official but we spent every waking moment together.

“Y/N?” Isaac said as we sat on the couch in the living room watching a movie.

“What's up?” I looked up at him.

“You like me right?” His eyebrows furrowed.

I giggled. “Isaac, I think we're past liking at this point. I love you. I told you that when I admitted my feelings for you.”

“I know.” His warm smile took over his face. “I just want to know, what are we exactly?”

“Well I guess you could call me your girlfriend.” I smiled.

He leaned down and whispered his next words against my lips before pushing his to mine in a soft, yet meaningful kiss. “In that case, I guess you can call me your boyfriend.”

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1. Your first OC ever?

It was a vampire in the Beyblade universe, her name was Tru Darling and I was 14, don’t judge me lol

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

I have a personal soft spot for Eleanora ‘Nora’ Argent obviously. She’s the first fully fleshed out character I’ve created and I thought about her for a year before I started writing. I’m just super proud of her.

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

The same beyblade fic I had made friends with some folks on ff.net and basically added them as characters. By the time I was down there was like 20 OC’s in the story and it wasn’t finished. It was a mess lol.

4. A character you rarely talk about?

Mika Parker, she’s a poly-sterek fic I started to work on but she never got very far. I might still write her some day. She helps spark!Stiles control his magic and come to grips with his attraction to one Derek Hale

5. If you could make only one of your OCs popular/known, who would it be?

Ooooo it’s hard to pick, but I think I’d have to go with Nora. Just because I’m like 18 chapters in and I just really want to see people love my little broken bird.

6. Two OCs of yours that look alike despite not being related?

The only ones who aren’t related that look somewhat alike would be Gabriel and Valentina and only because they’re blonde and blue eyed. Not really anything other than that.

7. Are your OCs part of any story or stories?

Eleanora and Gabriel are part of The Moon Huntress (latest chapter here)

Frankie and Ben Connelly are part of Above All Else which is in the process of being written. (learn more about them here and here)

8. Do you RP as any of your OCs? If you do, introduce one of your RP OCs here!

I don’t RP sorry

9. Would you ever be willing to give any of your OCs to someone else?

I’m willing to allow crossovers or fan works but I would like to be asked first although those who’ve already made me stuff no they have full permission ;)

10. Introduce an OC with a complicated design?

All of them lol I love writing complicated characters what can I say?

11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?

Not sure what’s meant here, but Frankie is all smiles and sweetness on the surface...

12. Name an OC that isn’t yours but who you like a lot

I can’t pick just one lol.... a few OC’s that I’ve read so far are and they’re all great. If I miss someone I’m sorry.... Ellie Connor, Piper Dean & Merikh Amor by @lady-baratheon Fred Ackerman by @susiesamurai Emery Duran, Diana Chang & Bianca Larson by @dubonet Maddie Hayes by @anarchxst Arianna Patrakis by @fraysquake and there’s so many more my brain is just not functioning right now.

13. Do you have any troublemaker OCs?

My biggest troublemaker would be Gabriel from TMH, he’s not even fully introduced into the fic as a real person and he’s causing all kinds of problems ;)

14. Introduce an OC with a tragic backstory

Eleanora Argent thought she was tough as nails, but being back in Beacon Hills hunting a rogue alpha werewolf throws her world for a loop. And the addition of Derek Hale in her life only helps to complicate things. Her family has a code, but what's her code?

15. Do you like to talk about your OCs with other people?

Like it? I love it! And I love hearing about others OCs as well. Anything you wanna know ask away and I’ll try my best to answer.

16. Which one of your OCs would be the best at biology (school subject)?

Probably Frankie, she’s super smart and not afraid to go after finding something out she doesn’t know about. Unfortunately she doesn’t have much time to study.

17. Any OC OTPs?

Obviously Eleanora x Derek for sure..... my OTP ride and die.

18. Any OC crackships?

A few Eleanora paired with @lydamartin‘s Oliver always has amazing things. And I have a feeling her with @dubonet‘s Will Martin would be interesting as well. And I also love her with @susiesamurai‘s Kevin ;)

I’ve always thought Gabriel and @papermoon262‘s Alex would be really interesting if they could survive each other lol.

Frank with @dubonet‘s Dylan Larson has been interesting lately as well. And Ben could be interesting with either @catgrant‘s Gwen Lodge or @lady-baratheon‘s Piper Dean

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

20. Do any of your OCs sing? If they sing, care to share more details (headcanon voice, what kind of songs they like etc)?

The one that would probably sing would be Valentina and it’d be a soft sweet voice singing something in Russian

21. Your most artistic OC

Nora for sure, if she was in AU she’d be finishing art school and have a thriving career illustrating graphic novels or something similar. She draws allot to try to sort her mess of a head out.

22. Is there any OC of yours people tend to mischaracterize? If yes, how?

Nora again, I sometimes get the feeling people think of her allot like Kate but I hope that the more you read the more people realize they couldn’t be more different.

23. Introduce OC that has changed from your first idea concerning what the character would be like?

Frankie has changed allot but it has to do with development as she doesn’t have a story fully yet. Also watching the first episode of Riverdale changed some things in my head.

24. If you could meet one OC of yours, who would it be and why?

Probably Nora so I could give a hug she wouldn’t take ;)

25. The OC that resembles you the most (same hobby, height, shared like/dislike for something etc?)

There’s allot of myself in Nora, hard to write some of the traits without including myself or having personal experience but I feel each of my characters has a small part of me in them. Yes even Gabriel... :D

26. Have you ever had to change your OC’s design or something else about them against your will?

I changed Nora FC after joining tumblr and realizing that I wanted to learn to edit and it was just to hard to find good stuff to makes edits with her original FC.

27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?

I’m one of those people who writes with my entire music library on shuffle so there’s probably some crossovers from my favourite songs but not inspired exactly no.

28. Your most dangerous OC?

Definitely Gabriel, there’s nothing more dangerous than a man with no morals, he’s the true definition of beast when it comes to werewolves.

29. Which one of your OCs would go investigate an abandoned house at night without telling anyone they’re going?

Pretty much all of them... they’re all pretty much lone birds if you know what I mean.

30. Which one of your OCs would most likely have a secret stuffed animal collection?

I wanna say Gabriel because it’s just too funny but probably more like Frankie, she wants to be mature but she’s just a small child inside.

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really)

Frankie’s would be lots of pink, sayings reblogged and lots of fashion and hipster blogs reblogged.

32. Which one of your OCs would be the most suitable horror game protagonist and why?

Nora.... girls got skills!!!!

33. Your shyest OC?

Probably Frankie, she’s shy to go after what she truly wants.

34. Do you have any twin characters?

No I don’t

35. Any sibling characters?

Well Eleanora is Allison Argent’s sister

Ben & Frankie are siblings.

36. Do you have OC pairs where the other part belongs to someone else (siblings, lovers, friends etc)?

Eleanora is paired with Derek Hale and Gabriel and is siblings with Allison Argent and daughter to Chris and Victoria, Niece to Kate, Granddaughter to Gerard and Friends with Stiles, Isaac, Erica and Boyd.

Gabriel is paired with Eleanora.

Valentina is paired with Oliver Queen.

Frankie is paired with Jughead Jones and becomes friends with the gang. Sister to Ben.

Ben is paired with Ms. Grundy and is friends with FP. Brother to Frankie.

Mika is paired with Stiles and Derek and Friends with Jackson.

37. Introduce an OC who is not quite human

Mika is a talented spark and emissary from England that is a member of the pack Jackson ends up in. She meets Stiles through Jackson and then Derek through Stiles. She’s a fun loving but no nonsense when it comes to magic kind of girl.

38. Which one of your OCs would be the best dancer?

Valentina is very good on her feet and could whisk you away ballroom style.

39. Introduce any character you want

Valentina has climbed the ranks of the Bratva for the past five years. All without a care about what Oliver Queen had been doing since their last meeting. The last time they spoke one of them was laying on the ground bloody and beaten and the other stared coldly down.

She had been 20 at the time and full of rage and a need for revenge. Now when Church is busy destroying Star City the Bratva bring in their best enforcer and assassin to take him down. Her mission is to strengthen their holdings in the city and it’s not long before she runs into it’s new Mayor.

Seeing her again brings up questions for Oliver and gives his new team more reasons to question his methods. But can he stop her from adding another name to her ever growing list of regrets? Or is she too well trained by the Bratva for even Oliver to stop her when she gets her target.

40. Any fond memories linked to your characters? Feel free to share!

The fact that Nora is basically the reason I’ve gotten to meet all you amazing people, love ya.

41. Has anyone drawn fanart of your OCs? If yes, maybe show a picture or two here (remember sources & permissions!)

No I haven’t had any drawn I’ve had many awesome other edits made for my characters and I love them all.

42. Which one of your OCs would be the most interested in Greek gods?

Probably Gabriel ;)

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess

I don’t think I do....

44. Something you like about your OCs in general

I love that they’re all fun to write for in different ways...

45. A character you no longer use?

That original OC lol.

46. Has anyone ever told you that you treat your OCs badly?

A few times teehee....

47. Has anyone ever (friendly) claimed any of your OCs as their child?

A few times teehee....

48. OC who is a perfect cinnamon roll, too good for this world, too pure

None of my characters are pure......

49. Which one of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

Probably Frankie or maybe Gabriel in a weird way....

50. Give me the good ol’ OC talk here. Talk about anything you want

I just want to thank everyone who continues to support me and my OCs I love you all. Even if it’s just reading these and not comment or liking or anything I still love that you take that time. I just want everyone to love my children like I do :D

Wow this is a beast, sorry some of my answers aren’t longer...

@papermoon262

#heather answers #eleanora argent #gabriel #the moon huntress #ben connelly #frankie connelly #fic: above all else #Mika Parker #valentina sokolov #my OCs

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《 shut up cesca 》~~ ᴏᴏᴄ ☆ me.

《 one of the Greats 》~~ ᴏᴏᴄ ☆ promo.

《 shameless self-promotion 》~~ ᴏᴏᴄ ☆ self promo.

《 shared limelight 》~~ ᴏᴏᴄ ☆ joint promo.

《 this doesn’t seem right 》~~ ᴏᴏᴄ ☆ general.

《 this again? 》~~ ᴏᴏᴄ/ɪᴄ ☆ memes.

《 there’s a light in the dark and he found it 》~~ ᴍᴜsᴇ ♤ general.

《 there's a darkness here he can't quite shake 》 ~~ ᴍᴜsᴇ ♤ angst // dark ♤

《 there's a face in the mirror that isn't his 》 ~~ [ɴᴏᴛ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ] ᴍᴜsᴇ ♧ nogitsune ♧

《 there’s a simple fact; you can't lose your shadow... 》~~ ᴍᴜsᴇ ♤ void ♤

《 hey - that’s my face! 》 ~~ ᴍᴜsᴇ ♤ visage ♤

《 a door... to our minds 》 ~~ ♤ ᴍᴜsɪɴɢs ♤

《 it can be easy. for once, let’s do easy 》 ~~ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴏᴛs ¤ wishlist ¤

《 guns && family history 》 ~~ ᴛᴡ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ◇ hunter.

《 not enough rest && too many mistakes 》 ~~ ᴛᴡ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ◇ early return.

《 cars, motels && lonely roads 》~~ ᴛᴡ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ◇ on the road.

《 things done && time gone by 》 ~~ ᴛᴡ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ◇ main.

《 chaos, strife && pain 》 ~~ ᴛᴡ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ◇ nogitsune.

《 I still think we should just kill him 》 ~~ ᴛᴠᴅ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ° hunter.

《 if you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that 》 ~~ ᴛᴠᴅ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ° witch.

《 when I came through it I learned something else 》 ~~ ᴛᴠᴅ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ° old vampire.

《 Your little code of ethics there is just barbaric. Just FYI. 》 ~~ ᴛᴠᴅ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ° new vampire.

《 I remember liking it / feeling powerful / and most of all in control 》 ~~ ᴛᴠᴅ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ° no humanity.

《 halfblood, pukwudgie && ill mom 》 ~~ ʜᴘ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ □ fantastic beasts.

《 muggleborn, ravenclaw && dead mom 》 ~~ ʜᴘ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ □ movies.

《 halfblood, hufflepuff && dead mom 》 ~~ ʜᴘ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ □ first war.

《 halfblood, gryffindoor && dead mom 》 ~~ ʜᴘ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ □ second war.

《 halfblood, ravenclaw && dead dad, dying mom 》 ~~ ʜᴘ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ □ world war.

《 halfblood, slytherin && dead mom 》 ~~ ʜᴘ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ □ post-war.

《 I’m 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? sarcasm is my only defence 》 ~~ ᴡᴠ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ● human.

《 I’m trying to help 》 ~~ ᴡᴠ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ● watcher.

《 what are you now? // better 》 ~~ ᴡᴠ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ● ensouled vampire.

《 if something happens, I will run and leave you both for dead 》 ~~ ʀᴅ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ • southsider.

《 I’m not going to ask you to lie to your dad // don’t worry, I’ve had plenty of practice 》 ~~ ʀᴅ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ • northsider.

《 did you steal those? // cloned them using the RFID emulator // isn’t that worse? // it’s smarter 》 ~~ ʀᴅ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ • serpent.

《I should probably have a gun 》 ~~ sᴘɴ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ■ hunter.

《 for a little while I was possessed by an evil spirit. it was very evil 》 ~~ sᴘɴ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ ■ demon.

《 a chance that passed us by 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ stora.

《 you got me frozen / 3:45 / hit me with a text / in the middle of the night 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ stilena.

《 But if I'll take you this far / you kill me // so in the meantime / I’m thinkin’ about it 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ katheriles.

《I need you... you know that 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ sciles.

《 he’ll come to me 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ steo.

《 you wanna play Catwoman, I’ll be your Batman 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ sterica.

《 I’d never leave you behind 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ stalia.

《 I’ve been calling you ‘friend’ / I might need to give it up 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ stella.

《 I’m hoping that you’ll keep your heart open 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ emiles.

《 I can’t take it / I’m impatient / tell me baby / now I know / you should go 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ stilla.

《 keep your love locked down 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ cheriles.

《 when you’re alone / I’m holding on / and on / and on... to your soul 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ stallison.

《 I found it hard / it’s hard to find / oh well / whatever / nevermind 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ stira.

《 And I'll be the stone that you need me to be 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ stilijah.

《 it happened at a rave 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ staitlin.

《 you knew her? I’m so sorry 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ heatheriles.

《 I’m gonna keep you 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ starrish.

《 Come feed the rain / 'cause I'm thirsty for your love / dancing underneath the skies of lust 》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ staleo.

《 See? Teamwork 》 ~~ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ○ stiles && lydia.

《 If you’re looking for solid ground // put all your weight on me 》 ~~ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ○ stiles && elijah.

《 Beautiful people herd together 》 ~~ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ○ McCall Pack.

《 Allison’s dead, and I guess the only good thing is it looks like I’m dying too 》 ~~ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ○ stiles && allison.

《 i need you too 》 ~~ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ○ stiles && scott.

《 I like you 》 ~~ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ○ stiles && parrish.

《 we knew each other before it all 》 ~~ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ○ stiles && harley.

《 we used to be in little league together 》 ~~ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ○ stiles && theo.

《 One’s a demon, don’t you know. The other is... better now 》 ~~ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ □ && nerdisums.

《 Twin assholes with good hearts 》 ~~ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ □ && fracturedpneuma.

《 brother / do you still believe in one another / sister / do you still believe in love 》 ~~ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ □ && alilskinnylove.

《 I can’t lose both my parents, alright? not both of them 》 ~~ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ □ stilinskis.

《 I take after my pops 》 ~~ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ □ stiles && noah.

《 mom would have believed me 》 ~~ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ □ stiles && claudia.

《 thanks mom 》 ~~ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ □ stiles && melissa.

《 you’re my brother 》 ~~ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ □ stiles && scott.

~ 《》 ¤ ▪ ☆ ○ ● □ ■ ♤ ♡ ◇ ♧ • °

《》 ~~ ᴛᴡ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ 《》 ~~ ᴛᴠᴅ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ 《》 ~~ ʀᴅ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ 《》 ~~ ʜᴘ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ 《》 ~~ sᴘɴ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ 《》 ~~ ᴡᴠ 'ᴠᴇʀsᴇ

《》 ~~ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ♡ . 《》 ~~ ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ○ . 《》 ~~ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʟ □ .

《》 ~~ ᴍᴜsᴇ ♤ ♤

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shadowedstilinski · 7 years ago

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