#{all I care is that she's safe}|Lydia Martin|

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Lydia x Brother!reader - trust you

Lydia Martin X Brother!Reader (if ok? If not, could I request it be sibling!reader instead please?) Who has ADHD and has an interest in supernatural creatures, and Lydia has always gone to him for advice on any new threats, but when R is attacked by a monster Lydia is both worried and feeling guilty for not telling R about the supernatural world being real, but assures R that her and the pack have his back? Sorry for it being long! - Anon💜

Sitting in your room, you tapped your pen against the book in front of you as you scrolled through the webpage on your computer.

You were noting things down about druids, a current fascination of yours.

You were curious about supernatural creatures, you didn’t care that they were myths, you simply just loved learning about them, the lore behind them.

And right now you were down the rabbit hole of druids and the lore behind them, there was is much to read and learn, you hadn’t realised you had been at it nearly all day until your sister came in.

“I have a question about banshees.”

You blinked, shaking your head a little as you looked up at your sister, turning your chair around to look at you properly as you kicked your feet up on the desk.

“Go for it Lydia.”

“Well, what exactly do they do?”

“I suppose it depends on the country and the lore, some say they can predict death, when they sense or know someone is close to death the scream. It can be said that if you hear a banshee scream, you or someone close to you will die soon.”

She nodded her head, asking a few more follow up questions.

You happily answered them all, unaware of her muted phone in her pocket with the rest of her friends listening to the conversation.

When she seemed happy with everything, she smiled at you and stood up, hugging you lightly.

“Thank you!”

“Welcome, but you’ve reminded me I haven’t eaten all day so I’m going to grab some food, want anything?”

“Oh can you bring me some rice from that really nice place you go to?”

“Absolutely!”

You jumped up and tossed a hoodie on, pulling some shoes on and left your room only to go back to grab your car keys and leave.

Lydia had left just before you so you locked up the house and began to drive across the town to your favourite takeaway.

Tapping your fingers on the steering wheel, you glanced in your rear view mirror for a split second, and when you looked to the road again you slammed on your breaks.

Your car screeched to a halt and you quickly jumped out, rushing forward to make sure you hadn’t hit the person who just appeared in the middle of the road.

“Are you insane?!” You yelled.

You walked around the front of your car and furrowed your brows a little, looking around.

There was no one there, but you were sure that you had seen someone.

So, you did one last check and turned around, and the last thing you remembered was glowing blue eyes.

It was Noah who found you, he had a report of a car abandoned in the middle of the street, and he went to investigate and he just happened to see you in the edge of his headlights.

You were rushed to the hospital and into surgery, and he immediately called Stiles to tell your sister.

The whole pack were at the hospital, Stiles, Scott, Derek, Peter, Alison, Lydia, Noah and Melissa who had just finished her shift.

“Oh god.. we.. I.. I should’ve told him…” Lydia sobbed.

“You were trying to protect him..” Scott whispered.

“And now he’s dying!” Lydia snapped.

“Hey, hey he’s not dying. They said he’s doing really well, just another hour at most until they’re done.” Melissa said.

Lydia kept blaming herself and they did everything they could to try and reassure her.

At her request, one of the werewolves stayed with you at all times to keep you safe, mostly Derek or Peter.

And a few days later you woke up, in pain and groggy.

“Well hey.”

You looked to your side, brows furrowed a little.

“Mrs… McCall…?”

“Give me a second alright, don’t move.”

You gave a small nod and she did some checks on you before helping you slowly sit up and rested you against the pillows.

“The sheriff is actually outside, do you mind answering a few questions for him?”

You weakly shook your head and she brought him in.

“Can you tell me what happened that night?” He asked.

You opened your mouth and closed it again.

“I… glowing..”

“Glowing?” He asked.

“Glowing.. eyes…”

The two adults shared a look and nodded to you, and you told them what you could remember which wasn’t much.

Melissa left to call your sister and parents, and Noah stayed with you, sitting on the end of your bed helping you ease your nerves by talking to you.

You had to stay in hospital for another week and you were finally allowed to go home.

You didn’t leave your room much, you stayed inside it, and it’s what you were doing now, standing in front of your mirrored wardrobe staring at your bare chest, the deep, jagged, pink scars going across it.

There was a knock on your door, and you looked towards it to see Lydia walking in.

“Do they still hurt…?” She asked quietly.

You shrugged a tiny bit.

“A little I guess.”

Grabbing your hoodie you tossed it on, and turned to look at her.

She had tears in her eyes.

“Lydia… come here.”

You walked over and hugged her tightly, and she sobbed.

“It’s all my fault!”

“You didn’t hurt me, it’s not your fault.”

“No! No I should’ve told you straight away!”

You pulled away and frowned at her.

“It’s why I was asking all those questions! Why I come to you asking weird questions because I know you know the answers!” She sobbed.

You placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, hey tell me what’s going on? Why’re you blaming yourself?”

Lydia took a small breath and wiped her eyes.

“They’re real…”

You looked at her confused.

“Supernatural creatures are real…”

“Lydia you’re my sister, I love you most of the time, but did you hit your head.”

“No! I’m telling the truth! Just.. come with me.”

She grabbed your arm and dragged you to her car, and she drove you to a building you didn’t recognise.

She dragged you inside and you saw all her friends were stood waiting.

“Show him.” She said.

“Are you sure?” Derek asked.

“Show him please.”

They shared a look but nodded, Scott, Derek and Peter stood forward and you watched in horror as their eyes changed, faces changed.

Yellow, blue and red all staring at you, and you stumbled back into the door, dragging Lydia behind you.

You put yourself between them and her.

“They’re okay! They won’t hurt you!”

She slowly took you to the couch and they explained everything to you, and you were having a hard time processing it all.

But you just nodded along.

“So.. you’re all supernatural creatures…?”

“Me and Stiles aren’t.” Alison said.

You turned to Lydia.

“You’re… like them…?”

“No I’m a banshee…”

You just nodded your head and looked away.

“How can.. how can you feel so safe with them…?”

You mumbled.

Lydia reached out, placing her hand on your arm.

“They’re going to protect you I promise, you’re my brother, you’ve always been part of the pack.” She said.

“It was one of them that.. that did this to me…”

“It wasn’t them I swear, it was someone else we’re looking for them.” Stiles said.

You glanced at him.

“How can.. how can you feel safe with them..?”

“Because we’re trying to protect people.” He smiled.

You looked to your sister.

“I promise you, they have your back. We have your back. Okay? I promise.”

You looked at her, and glanced at the pack then turned back to Lydia.

You slowly nodded your head you weren’t sure what to think about all of this, but you trusted your sister so you wanted to trust her on this too

[phantomraeken]

❄️ Brother and Sister ❄️

Theo and Lydia in Thin Ice

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Theo was sitting on his bed, his elbows resting against his thighs as his hands supported his red and puffy face. He was sitting crisscrossed. Theo was trying to hard to stop the tears that ran down his cheeks.

There was a soft knock at his door before Lydia's sweet and motherly voice filled his ears that had been deaf to his the constant whirrrr of his fan.

"Theo? Can I come in?"

Theo's soft response was a pitiful whimper. That's all Lydia needed.

Lydia opened the door, the golden light of the hallway flooding into his dark room. As the line of light broadened and hit Theo the lines of tears shone in the light, like stars in the sunset sky.

Lydia walked over and set her hand under Theo's chin, directing his head up to look at her.

"Lyids..." Theo whined to her, he felt so pathetic. Lydia clearly thought otherwise.

"Hey, T. It's gonna be okay. I'm here." Lydia pulled Theo into a hug. Her hands resting on his head.

Theo's head was buried in Lydia's stomach. Her soft sweater trickling his nose as he took a breath of her sweet scent. It always calmed him. She smelled like vanilla and right after it rained.

Lydia softly pet his head, her hand finding its way to the spot on his head that made him sleep*. Lydia hummed softly to Theo, calming him further.

Lydia's hug made Theo start to sob. He couldn't even remember why. He was just upset.

The sound of Theo's sobs and the movement his body made as he gasped for breath made Lydia sigh softly.

"Oh, T... I'm here to protect you, honey." Lydia hummed to him. Lydia's grip tightened.

Theo chuckled into her stomach. "I should be protecting you." Theo mumbled, his already soft words muffled by her sweater.

Lydia rolled her eyes at him. Theo was slowly starting to fall asleep. Lydia took the opportunity of his half asleep state to lay him down. She sat beside him, still petting his head.

Theo nuzzled his face into Lydia's hip, needing the touch to ensure she wouldn't leave. Lydia was going to be late for work but as long as her brother was safe she didn't care.

Theo had found his anchor. His sister.

Lydia Martin

*There is a spot on peoples head that when enough pressure is applied it will make them sleep! I tried to find a name for it but I couldn't. It doesn't effect everyone!

A/N: They aren't actually related in the au! Lydia's family is just taking care of him and they're fairly close.

[kitchenisking]

March Fic Rec

Guys it's still Sunday! Anyway, March is here witch mean spring is here! As much as I love the winter I also love watching the twas and flowers bloom. That everyone has a great month!

between the click of the light and the start of the dream by thepsychicclam - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 105192, sterek)

A twig snaps, and then Stiles hears breathing and the rustle of leaves. He strains to get a better glimpse into the darkness, but it’s pointless. There’s nothing but a black void.

It's Stiles' senior year, and he's trying to concentrate on normal things - like the lacrosse championship, spring break, prom, graduation (and definitely not Derek) - when he starts having nightmares and waking up in the middle of nowhere. Oh yeah, and he's being haunted by a hag. Great.

This Might Be Irony by thepsychicclam - (Rating: Mature, Words: 38340, sterek)

Stiles and Derek have been close friends since the Hale siblings moved in next door after their parents' death. But Derek's in the popular group, he's a star baseball player, and he dates popular Pep Squad captain Jennifer Blake. Stiles doesn't have any of that, just his skateboard and a hopeless crush on Derek (oh yeah, and his Vote Lydia Martin Prom Queen button). As prom and the baseball state championship grow closer, Stiles and Derek start rekindling their friendship.

And it all begins with two white boards.

Didn't See That Coming by knittersrevolt - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 83838, sterek)

Stiles leaves Beacon Hills in the dust after he catches his husband cheating on him. 

He finds his way to New York where he starts working for the Hale House Nursery, accidentally adopts a werewolf baby (through no fault of his own thank-you-very-much), and somehow starts training to be an Exorcist Emissary. So, in general, life was going good.

Then he hears that demons have found their way into his hometown. Can he face his inner demons and go back to save the day?

Wolves with a Spark by AMatchInWater - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 58089, sterek)

Talia lets out a shocked gasp, "your eyes. They're purple." The Alpha is practically oozing with excitement. Stiles hisses, as the fingers touching the Nemeton start to sting as markings etch themselves into his knuckles and a small one on his wrist that looks like a Y but the stem goes up between the v part. "What the-?" Stiles yells out in pain, yanking his hand off the bark, the back of his left forearm feeling like it's been set on fire. A white fox with vibrant blue eyes burns into his flesh. "Mom?" He asks again, she died when he was young, but the Omega remembers what she looked like fully shifted. The spitting image of the tattoo forming on his skin. "What's happening?" Frantic eyes meet Talia's and Derek's. "You're a spark." Talia whispers in wonder. "You have magic, Stiles." 

OR

Stiles moves in with the Hales after his father passes away. Presenting as an Omega and then a spark years later. He's hopelessly head over heels for Derek and wants to be his mate, but it almost certain the Alpha doesn't feel the same way about him so he says nothing and pines from a distance. Talia asks if Stiles would like to train to be an emissary to the Hale pack and Stiles agrees.

Accidental Amnesiac Mates Acquisition (ft. a baby) by redhoodedwolf - (Rating: T, Words: 24549, sterek)

“Who are you?”

He snapped his head around and clutched the child tighter to his chest. But then his senses caught up with him: Pack, mate, family, safe, calm, anxiety, panic, panic, panic

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “Who are you?”

The man with the warm brown eyes gaped at him in surprise. “Um. I don’t know.”

The baby in his arms promptly burst into tears.

*

What it says on the tin.

Bleeding Love by BisexualInDisguise - (Rating: T, Words: 6919, sterek)

Stiles promised himself that the werewolves didn't smell the depression and desperation wafting off of him because they were simply distracted, not because they couldn't care less. He told himself that he's just good at hiding it.

Stiles was trying so damn hard. 

But he's broken so many promises to himself.

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Scott's a bad friend and Derek's a fluff ball

I found you hidden in plain sight (why'd I take so long?) by Gorgeousgreymatter - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 25419, sterek)

Stiles is pretty sure he’s hallucinating. He’s got to be. There’s no other plausible explanation, he thinks, as he sits on the sidelines of the lacrosse field and feels the cold, hard bench underneath him, the roar of the crowd at his back like the worst white noise machine in the world.

There’s no other reason why he sees it, the hulking, black figure of a wolf peering at him from the treeline behind the bleachers. Its eyes flare in the glaring glow of the stadium lights, but they’re the wrong color, he thinks: blood-moon red instead of cobalt blue, but the familiarity of it all makes his stomach roll and clench.

Til We Ain't Strangers Anymore byWriteByNight - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 35994, sterek)

Stiles should've expected Derek to suddenly disappear since the werewolf was in the habit of taking off without notice. However, Derek always showed up when they needed him.

As the weeks pass by, Stiles is no longer confused and a little hurt. What started as heartache begins to get worse the longer Stiles goes without seeing Derek. Eventually, his body begins to shut down and his only hope seems to be Derek...but nobody can find him.

There's no cure for a broken heart. Except, maybe, the cause for the broken heart himself.

- - -

Or the one where Derek takes off without warning and Stiles finds out he could be Derek's mate and the distance between Derek and Stiles, along with Derek's refusal to develop the bond, is slowly killing Stiles. Without Derek, Stiles will die, but no one knows where he is or how to contact him. And Stiles is barely keeping it together.

Synonyms for Longing by wanderingeyre  - (Rating: T, Words: 11386, sterek)

Derek has been at his house for less than two days and Stiles is deeply regretting his decision to offer Derek a place to stay. Well, it was more like he didn’t try to throw Derek back out the window when he creeped in two nights ago, but he would have made a valiant effort if he’d known what a pain in the ass Derek would be. 

Suddenly you're standing still by gottalovev - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7669, sterek)

A long time ago, Stiles promised his mom that he'd never cross the Hale property lines. He has kept his word even if there hasn't been a Hale in Beacon Hills for years, not since the fire. But suddenly Scott gets turned into a werewolf, Derek Hale is back, and Stiles has to share his biggest secret. (AU set in S1+ where Stiles is a born werefox)

[tmisaccidentreportbook]

MAG026, A Distortion

Case #0160204, Sasha James Release date: July 6, 2016 First listen: Somewhere between the 20th October and the 5th November. I think it was on the walk home, I remember crossing the bridge as we meet what was once Timothy Hodges

We haven’t had a huge amount of time with Jon and his team but I think this episode gives us a little insight into the dynamic of the archival team and also re-establishes some characteristic that fandom had coloured in my mind. I think Jon cares about his assistances, each differently and with some funny ways of showing it, but I think he does. When he was elevated to Head Archivist, he requested Tim and Sasha as his assistances. It’s indicated that he has worked with them before and he knows them, trusts their abilities and skills. And I think there is an element of him trusting them in a social setting too. He knows them, knows how they tick. Jon’s personality and demeanour may make him difficult to approach or difficult to befriend, he’s giving me a lot of feral cat energy. I don’t know if we ever get any sort of confirmation of if Jon is neurodivergent, but I’m projecting so all the archival team is neurodivergent in my mind, but change may be hard for him to process and adapt to. Change such as a new set of responsibilities without clear handover instructions and settling in period, a new dynamic with work colleagues and a new member of the team. I can’t remember off the top of my head if Martin had been working at the institute before joining Jon’s team, but the live reads do confirm Jon didn’t know him prior to becoming Head Archivist. But Jon knows Tim and Sasha. I wonder if Jon is dealing with imposter syndrome, well actually I reckon that’s a given, but I mean with regards to being promoted over other, more suitable candidates. The fandom loves to discuss Sasha as the brains of the outfit, possibly the only one of them with any sort of training in library sciences, she may be the most competent one there. But Elias isn’t looking for competent, he’s looking for malleable and volatile and already in a state of quiet terror. Terror that they’ll be found out; Jon that he’s not up to the job, Martin that he’s lied. Then there’s Tim who is trying to find out what happened to his brother. In the midst of all this, Sasha doesn’t appear as anything more than another victim of the Glass Ceiling. Which I bet Elias would utilise that regardless, fucking product of his time. I so want to know how Gertrude fought her way into the role more.

I think Jon has got a lot of affection for both Sasha and Tim, but now he’s in the role of ‘Boss’, he’s having to temper it. There are moments of fondness and concern that bleeds in, and he wants her to recover and take care of herself. He trusts her judgement, more so than the others. Which is just brutal when she is the first to fall.

- Once again, in the style of Grizzop drik acht Amsterdam around the 41minute mark of RQG 92 – Bringing Down The House SASHA! I beg you to listen to Rusty Quill Gaming it is a joy. Ben Meredith, voice of Elias Bouchard, plays first a sad dwarven sea dad, then a smoky little beef cake of a goblin paladin. I love Grizzop and the friendship he has with Lydia Nicholas’ Sasha Racket is just a thing of beauty, but I whole heartedly love my stabby daughter.

- Sasha doesn’t shy away from calling Jon out on the possibly preferential treatment he’s giving her, suggesting she go home and recover. Martin wasn’t offered such treatment, but as Jon points out, he didn’t have a safe home to go to for recovery. He also said Martin wasn’t injured, which he wasn’t but he had been in solitary confinement and psychologically tortured for 2 weeks so I’d say some TLC was warranted.

- He sounds vaguely indulgent as he’s introducing her statement and I’m soft.

- Sasha disparaging Martin’s self preservation instincts sits real weird with me. Sasha seeks refuge in artefact storage, alone, in the confusion of Prentiss’ attack, when so much about Martin’s character is so much about survival. Also, her tone breaks my heart a little, it’s not cruel but… it’s not the kindest either. I think in the elapsed time, my mind’s just built her up to be the caring older sister of the group, something of a Katara or a Hermione. Which is probably some internal bias rearing their ugly heads, odds are it’s a me problem.

- We get some more insight into Jane Prentiss. We have 9 Flesh Hive related deaths that the listeners know about at this point; 7 at the hospital (6 from colonisation), Harriet Lee and, soon, Timothy Hodge.

- While Martin has sought refuge at the Institute, the Flesh Hive does not appear to have finished with him or the archival team. By the sounds of it, worms laying siege to the Institute. I wonder what the other departments are coping? Also, is it safe to assume that Prentiss has taken up residency in the tunnels at this point?

-. So, so far we know that Sasha lives in Finsbury Park and Martin lives in Stockwell. Think that’s it for the team so far. I’d say she has the longer commute possibly. But at the mention of ‘…my building is old. Victorian,’ I had a near Pavlovian response, something in my head going on point and demanding ‘Smirke?!’ A name that can illicit such a violence within me, second only to that of Leitner.

- And hello Michael. Or at least whatever it is that wears his face these days.

- There’s something about seeing something for what it really is through glass or in a mirror that is really stomach dropping. A missing reflection from the mirror telling you that may be a vampire you’re dancing with vampire, suddenly a kitsune’s tails are there, a fae’s glamour doesn’t hold up under glass.

- ‘I was as surprised as anyone that this undeniably sinister figure wasn’t causing me more distress. To be honest, I was surprised how quickly I accepted that.’ I think fear’s like hypothermia; when you stop shivering is when you’ve really got to worry.

- We also get a bit of an insight into how Sasha thinks, when she confesses she’s been a bit of a skeptic, like Jon. Or at least, like Jon presents to be, but we later find a bit about Jon’s reasons for his connections to researching the esoteric.

- I wondered if there was any significance to the purchasing of lilies. I love flower language me, but all the meanings I could find were pretty positive things, no harbingers of doom. Then I remembered that they are very toxic to cats and… Sasha’s been talking about her curiosity a lot…

- ‘I really wish it wasn’t in Chelsea. Everything around here is so expensive.’ Fucking Johan. Posh twat. It just feeds into the unease of the place and its’ staff. We’ve hear how Martin’s worried about money and Sasha’s painfully aware. Johan set it in an expensive part of London then employs academics who can’t afford the area, just feeding into that loop of uneasiness. But the fact that she gets out of the Tube at Victoria to walk might narrow down where the Institute building is, It wouldn’t be hard to jump on the Central and District line to head further into Chelsea, but as Sasha says she walks from Victoria station, that may put it in the east end of Chelsea, right in the shadow of Westminster to the east.

- ‘Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action’.  1. Rule of three, 2. I am stealing that phrase, 3. Nothing to add, but it’s the rule of three.

- ‘“Are you secretly a monster?”’ probably would have been a great opener.’ It’s the Throat of Delusion. It lies. It could have said ‘yes’ but it wouldn’t matter because you own reasoning brain would lie for it.

- Jon and Tim were arguing about Smirke! A confirmed mention of another dusty old bastard who wanted to fuck around and found out. Gerard should have been allowed to beat him up too, as a treat.

- ‘I know, but it would have to have been Martin, wouldn’t it? I mean, anything goes wrong around here, it always seems to happen to him.’ Leave my boy alone. Maybe it always seems to be him because you are watching him like a hawk all the time.

- ‘Seriously? If a member of the public came in, you would have torn that statement to shreds.’ I think Sasha quiet brave for actually talking to Jon and having him in the room as she gives her statement. The assistances have more than likely all seen and heard what Jon makes of the run of the mill statements, ripping into them and their authors with not too much care or regard. I think Sasha is right to be hesitant in that regard. I wonder if this hesitancy from his team gives Jon any pause?

- ‘My curiosity apparently conquered my nervousness.’ In one of the later Q&As, Alex and Jonny discuss what D&D class each of the characters would be, and it’s agreed that Sasha would be a wizard, and this statement is giving me big ‘complete disregard for my own safety there is knowledge to be sought’ energy.

- ‘…no, not for him. For it.’ I’m glad Sasha’s dehumanising The Distortion from the off. The fact that Distortion!Helen was able to build such a rapport with the Archival team in later series was always a source of concern. The Distortion is many things, but it can not be your friend.

- ‘…and told me that I had no idea what was really going on. It didn’t sound like it had any intention of telling me, though.’ The board is set, the pieces are moving. And we don’t get to know the rules.

- ‘By this point I was just about sick of this weird thing that looked like a person.’ Sasha’s got the right of it, but it gets harder and harder. Not only as we learn of the Avatars and meet them, but as members of the cast get consumed more and more by The Entities and as Jon struggles with what he  becomes and what he sets in motion.

- The idea that The Distortion knows the archival team is one to indeed create an ‘unsettling’ feeling to feed into the dread, but my brain wants to know the logistics. Does an unexplained randomly appear in the HR office one evening after lock up?

- Tim’s April Fools’ joke! Confirmation Office Jester. Give him the jingly hat!

- So it’s about 10miles from Hanwell Cemetery to Victoria Station. Nearly 50mins by public transport at time of checking, 9:30pm. It’s about 12 to 13miles as the crow flies from Manor House Station in Finsbury Park, over an hour by public transport. She’s going out of her way. And is this going to be travel expenses reimbursed and over time paid? Doubt it.

- ‘…a threat or a warning or just a lie.’ I imagine they’re all one and the same to The Throat of Delusion.

- I’ve still got flower language on the brain so I had a look to see if azaleas meant much. Not a huge amount applicable, until I found that azaleas and rhododendrons were once so famous for their toxicity that to receiving a bouquet of the flowers in a black vase was a recognised death threat. So lilies and azaleas; poisonous, toxic. Seems about right for both The Corruption and The Spiral.

- ‘… though riddled with woodworm.’ Even the pub’s been chewed over.

- ‘… (not prepared) to seeing it. To smelling it.’ Jonny again leaning on the senses that lend themselves to the more visceral aspects of horror. The fact that smell can illicit such physical responses, such as throwing up as we’ve seen in previous Corruption and Flesh statements, but kudos to Sasha for holding it together.

- ‘I glanced desperately at Michael, but it just watched me, its face unreadable.’ It’s not your friend. It won’t be your friend.

- I did not like Timothy Hodge, but to be fair, that is one heck of an STD he got of Harriet… The fact that his body’s gone after the event is thoroughly strange to me. I’d be surprised if the body gave way under the force of the fire extinguisher but, even if it did, there’d be clothes and other items. Did Sasha keep hold of the wallet? Did she lose time, did Michael spirit the remains away? But it means that from 20th November 2015 to 1st April 2016, he’s been becoming the newest colony of the Flesh Hive.

- ‘I should really quit, you know. We, we all should. I don’t think this is a normal job, I, I don’t think this is a safe job.’ If memory serves, it may have already have been harder than it should have. I don’t think they were doomed just yet, I can’t remember the details that Elias reveals on the matter, but it would be hard. But similar to Jon, Sasha seems intent to stay out of curious. It’s not Jon’s drive, not the hunger to know and comprehend that will drive him into becoming The Archivist, but it’s there none the less. Which is why I think Sasha, ‘the most level-headed of the team’, would have fucked Elias up as The Archivist, and I would have loved to have seen it.

[an-aura-about-you]

September 3rd, 1997

Crossing the Bridge

Somewhere Else Under the King

In today's installment, Trilby goes on a business trip and Jon and Martin get closer to full reconciliation through mourning:

Martin bought flowers this morning.

Partly for the world they lost, partly for Jon. They might as well be partly for Jon. It’s not like they have anywhere else to put the flowers. Besides, he’s never bought flowers for a boyfriend before, and finding out if Jon likes receiving flowers seems like a worthwhile endeavor.

It’s on his way to Jon’s flat that he runs into Trilby, Jim, and-

“Ack!” Lydia yelps as she jumps back, half-stumbling on the bags by her feet. “Mister Blackwood!”

Trilby eyes her and goes, “It’s just Martin. Good morning, Martin.”

But before any further greetings could be made, Lydia cuts in with, “I’m so sorry for my behavior before, Mister Blackwood. And that of my coworkers at the cafe. Claire filled me in on what happened.”

“Oh!” Martin goes. “Don’t worry, I already guessed it was probably because of that. Ah, which one were you again?”

“Lydia Jarvis,” she answers, taking out her wallet from her jacket and flipping it open, showing her official ID. “I’m a psychic investigator with the Ministry of Occultism. You caught me at my second job.”

“Just can’t get away from it, huh, Lyd?” Jim jokes.

“Yes, but at least now everyone on the internet’s sick of talking about it,” Lydia says. “And no one seems to buy into the ‘mysterious appearance’ thing, either, so it did the job.”

“Seems kinda unusual that there would be three psychics working at the same not-spooky job, though,” Martin points out, laughing a little. “All on the same shift, too!”

“Ah, actually, I’m the only psychic there,” Lydia clarifies. “Jess is a bit of an empath, though, so she probably caught most of it from me rather than the full projection.”

Martin frowns. “And Frank?”

Lydia folds her arms and shrugs a shoulder. “Well, they’re just Frank. But don’t let them get to you.”

“Right!” Martin says with a bit of a squeak. “O-kay! Anyway, I won’t keep you from your… what is it you’re doing?”

“A business trip,” Trilby answers, gesturing to their bags with his brolly. “We’ll be out of town for a couple of days. Claire is available at the STP offices if you or Jon need anything, though.”

Martin nods his thanks and goes, “In that case, have a safe trip.”

The group gives Martin their thanks and gathers their things. Lydia carries her own bag, Jim shoulders his and takes Trilby’s in his hands, and Trilby shifts his brolly from one hand to the other in order to fish out some keys. With that, the three head in the direction of the building’s parking lot.

He gets up to Jon’s flat and lets himself in, hearing the radio playing from the kitchen. It’s tuned to a pop station, which makes sense for now. It’s a type of buffer while they still have to function for the day, before they intentionally examine and wallow in their grief. Still, it’s not something he necessarily expected from Jon. Though he has to admit, if he had to pick a pop band that Jon would listen to, he would choose the Cardigans.

Honestly, what’s more surprising is that Martin can hear Jon singing along.

“-done in another way to make you stay,” Jon sings as he stands by the stove, eggs and bacon in the pan. “Reason will not lead to solution, I will end up lost in confusion, I don’t care if you really care as long as you don’t go.”

Jon spots Martin by the end of that verse and abruptly switches to speaking. “Oh, Martin! You brought flowers?”

Martin nods before blurting out, “I didn’t know you could sing.”

Jon shrugs a little and goes, “I can.” He takes the flowers and puts them on the table. “Was in a band in uni and everything.”

“No,” Martin says, drawing the word out in disbelief. “And you kept it secret?”

“Somehow, yes. If Sasha ever found out, she never told anyone else about it,” Jon says, going back to tend to breakfast. “You know we never would have heard the end of it from Tim if she did.” His mouth slips into a sad smile. “I wonder what kind of blackmail she would have used that for if she did know.”

Martin goes to fetch some plates, allowing himself to fall into the routine for now. At this rate, it won’t be long before they’re lost in mourning, and they’ll probably appreciate having breakfast first.

-

“What’s this?” Lydia asks as she slides into the backseat of Trilby’s car. She picks up the bottle from the floor, the contents rattling as she brings it up to read.

“Is it a prescription?” Jim asks from his spot in shotgun. “Should you even be training us, or are you better enough to do that?”

“I wasn’t planning on doing anything too physical,” Trilby says.

But he can see Lydia staring straight at him from the rearview mirror. “Tranquilizers?”

Trilby lets his hands fall to his lap, feeling the eyes of everyone else in the car on him. “Yes,” he quietly answers. He hears the pills rattle as Lydia moves the bottle. He chances a look at Jim, who looks like he’s just been kicked.

“Trilby, that- you can’t just do that!” Jim shouts. “You saw what happened to Simone!”

“It hasn’t gotten that bad,” Trilby protests.

“Yet,” Lydia points out.

“...yet,” Trilby admits, only a little reluctant.

“I’m keeping these,” Lydia says, tucking the pills into her bag. “For now. We have other business to attend to and a long enough car ride to hash this out.”

“Does it help at all that this didn’t start until recently?” Trilby asks as he starts the car and gets their trip underway. “Lenkmann gave me the pills while I was on Clanbronwyn. As far as I knew, he was Ministry, and he had made it clear that I was on shaky ground.”

“Then let’s not let it get bad,” Jim says firmly. “We know things are fucked up, but that doesn’t mean fucking your body up. Any more than it already is.” He waves towards Trilby’s injury.

“Yes, yes,” Trilby mumbles before speaking up to ask, “How do you two propose I handle it, then? How are you handling it?”

“Well, not so great recently, to be fair,” Jim admits. “Not since Simone died. But that’s more… holy shit, all of that actually happened. And it shouldn’t happen to anyone.”

“That’s why we’re doing this,” Lydia says. “So that maybe we can stop it from happening to others.” She smiles a bit. “But I won’t lie, I am looking forward to playing with the grolly.”

“Hey, yeah, do I get to do that, too?” Jim asks.

“Only makes sense that you would; you’ll have to know how it works even if you don’t get to use it,” Trilby answers, wondering how many other twists and turns the conversation will inevitably take. It’s a long way to his workshop.

-

Jon can’t remember the last time he cried so much.

He and Martin have basically been on a marathon. Seems like every time one of them brings some memory of before up, another comes along like they’re taking turns adding links to a chain. Some of the crying is from laughter, some of it is crying from problems never reconciled, and some of it is crying from happy times they know they’ll never share again. Everything from people to pets to particular favorite shops, the things they might have brought with them if they thought they could.

“It’s almost like a twisted version of what you would bring with you to a deserted island,” Jon says during a lull late in the day, leaning against Martin on the sofa and knitting their fingers together.

Martin hums in somber agreement. “And anything that helps you get off the island is off limits. Better start getting used to coconuts.”

Jon blows air out his nose, a humorless laugh. He then pulls Martin’s arm out of the way so that he can hug him around the middle, leaning his head on his chest. “Is this okay?” he quietly asks.

Martin wraps his arm around Jon and leans his head on top of his. “Which part?” he asks in return.

Jon shrugs. “Any of it?”

“This,” Martin answers, tightening the hug just a little, “is good. And I think… I think today’s helped with grasping just how permanent this is. How permanent- how permanent the past is.”

Jon nods against him.

“Jon?” Martin asks after a moment.

“Yes?”

“I- I wrote something for you. Will you read it?”

Jon pulls up to look Martin in the eyes. “A poem?”

Martin shrugs a shoulder and goes, “Yeah.”

Jon wonders how many poems Martin’s written about him. Even if he hadn’t cared for it before, he can see now just what it means for a poet to write a poem for you. He nods and says, “Yes, I’ll read it.”

Martin pulls away to retrieve his notebook from the side table. He opens it to the page in question and holds it out to Jon.

Jon, for his part, half-remains in the embrace as he takes the notebook. It doesn’t take long for him to read, thoughts on the space between them and how it can’t seem to go away. But the determination of the last part swells in him, and he returns to fully embracing his love.

“Thank you,” he says, half-muffled from where he’s pressed his face to Martin’s chest.

Martin takes the notebook from Jon’s hand and sets it back on the table. “When I wrote that, I had been thinking about what you said before. That you wanted to love me the way I should be loved. I don’t know if I really know what you meant, but is it something like that?”

Jon thinks on Martin’s question, the words of the poem, and his own words. “Partly,” he answers.

“Only partly?”

Jon nods from his spot. “That… do you want me to tell you? Or should I write it down? I don’t think I could write a poem for you, but maybe writing it down would help.”

He can feel Martin move, even if he can’t see him looking down at him.

“Would you?” Martin asks. “Write it down, I mean? It’s, I don’t know, it just seems like just being loved by you is enough without any particulars you might have in mind.”

Jon lifts his head again, meets Martin’s eyes, and reaches for the notebook without looking away. “Then I’ll write down what I mean.”

Martin takes Jon’s hand and goes, “Okay, but that’s my notebook?”

“Then you can keep it in your notebook. Or should I write it in mine and tear the page out?”

“Oh, in that case,” Martin says, and this time he picks up the notebook again and hands it to Jon. “This is my personal one anyway, not work poetry, so it should be fine.”

Jon frowns at the idea of Martin’s boss reading that poem, glad that Martin thought ahead enough to get another notebook for this sort of thing. “What ends up being work poetry?” he asks before he can stop himself.

“Ah, I’ve only really scratched a couple of things out that I think might work?” Martin answers. “Mostly about what we’ve been thinking about today.” He reaches for the notebook again. “Do you think I should submit that o-”

“No!” Jon says, perhaps too quickly, and tucks the notebook to his chest so it’s stuck between them. “That… that one’s for me.”

Martin smiles softly and says, “Didn’t know you’d like it that much.”

“Of course I do, it’s mine,” Jon says firmly. And to show he means it, he reaches up and presses his lips to Martin’s.

It’s been a little while since they’ve let a kiss linger like this, to the point that it’s less of a kiss and more kisses or kissing, but Jon isn’t going to pull away unless Martin does. He shifts until he pulls a knee up on the sofa, leaning in and cradling Martin’s face in his hands. He feels Martin’s hands on his back, and the warm reality of the touch shocks down into him. He hasn’t lost Martin. Out of everything he’s ever had in his life, with so much of it forever out of his reach, somehow he hasn’t lost Martin. It’s just like the poem, as if the space has finally closed between them again. Does Martin feel the same way?

Martin puts a hand to Jon’s cheek and breaks the kiss, but only enough to ask, “What is it?”

Jon sniffles, and that’s when he realizes he’s crying again. “This,” he answers. “We have this.”

Martin seems to realize something in that, too, because now he’s tearing up again.

Jon presses a kiss to Martin’s cheek, and then the two are simply holding each other again.

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 83 ; Sundowning

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 4,934 Warnings: angst, A/N: Hi, friends! 83 Chapters down, 17 to go!! Emma is going to be with Scott (platonically) until Chapter 90. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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The very next day at school, Scott, Lydia and I were in the library… attempting to do research on Stiles… or what we can find based on the word.

“Stile,” Scott read. “An arrangement of steps that allows people, but not animals, to climb over a fence.”

“Yeah, somehow I don’t think this is the stiles we’re looking for,” I said, frustrated.

“Maybe Malia’s found something.”

“No, she’s been taking a make-up test all morning,” Lydia said.

Right as soon as Lydia said that, all three of us heard Malia’s coyote howl.

“I guess the test isn’t going well.”

“Ya think?” I sassed.

Getting our bags together, the three of us followed Malia, per the use of Scott’s sniffer. Upon finding Malia, Scott carefully walked towards her. “Malia. It’s okay. You’re safe.”

I guess she didn’t like that answer because she snarled at him. Lydia and I were careful to not go any closer while she was acting this way as I felt Mrs. Martin, Dad and Sheriff behind us.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Scott said.

The five of us walked up behind Scott, me placing a hand on his shoulder at Malia’s growl at him. He looked back at me then back at Malia. “I think she’s calming down.”

Malia barked and snarled at us. 

“Yeah, I don’t think so,” I said.

“Maybe you should growl back?” Sheriff asked.

Malia kept growling at us, not really liking us being in her space.

“Scotty, you’re the Alpha,” I whispered.

“Yeah, can’t you just make her a little more docile?” Dad added.

I looked at Lydia, realization coming over her. “She’s not the problem. We are.”

Scott looked back at us, his eyes landing on Lydia.

“This is her territory. Maybe we need to get out of here.”

At Malia’s bark, Scott finally agreed. “Yeah, come on, come on.”

All of us walked around the shelf a few steps before Lydia spoke up. “Malia came here to get through the full moons. Then we started using the Lake House.”

“I thought you said a wild animal got in the Lake House?” Mrs. Martin asked.

“Just be happy about all the things I don’t tell you.”

Malia growled again, but this time, she came out of her corner, shifting back into her human form… very nude, might I add. “It’s alright. I’m okay.”

Mrs. Martin walked forward with some of Malia’s clothes, standing in front of her to shield the eyes of the teenage male in the room.

“Any idea what made her shift?” Sheriff asked.

“She’s under a lot of pressure,” Scott said. “School, her life after graduation.”

“Her mom trying to kill her,” Lydia added.

“Me not really giving her the best of welcomes into the pack,” I added.

“That shouldn’t make her shift,” Scott said, confusion lacing his voice. Scott looked down at me then over to Lydia. “Could it be connected to Stiles?”

“Why would it be connected to Stiles?” I asked.

“Hard to tell since we don’t know what a Stiles is,” Lydia said.

“It’s a he,” Sheriff said.

“Noah, don’t,” Dad said, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

“No, I wanna know,” I said.

“Who?” Scott asked.

“Stiles. It’s a family nickname,” Sheriff said. “I never used it, but, uh, my father did.”

Scott, Lydia and I looked at each other.

This investigation is a go!

~~~

Scott and I ended up going to Sheriff’s house during free period, a place in which I lived for a few months back in Sophomore year when my dad was known as the town drunk. Felt odd being back in this house, but then again… it felt more like home to me.

Scott and I were sitting in a couple of chairs while Sheriff was sitting across from us on the other, Claudia coming to sit next to him with a box of old pictures, Sheriff giving his wife his thanks.

Sheriff opened the box, starting his explanation. “He was an Army engineer. Ended the war one bridge at a time.” He handed us a photo, a younger looking Sheriff staring back at us in the photo.

“And he went by Stiles,” Scott said.

Scott and I looked at each other before looking back at my godfather. 

“So, what’s this got to do with the Wild Hunt?” Sheriff asked.

Scott looked back at me and sighed. 

“Well, Sheriff, we think that someone was taken from us,” I said.

“Any idea who?”

“The Ghost Riders would’ve erased our memories.”

“Well, now that’s convenient.”

“BUT, we found a clue,” I said, pointing my fingers out, excitement running through me. Claudia looked at me as I explained, “The word Stiles.”

“And that’s why you wanna talk to Elias?” she said.

“Mhmm, yeah. Maybe he can help us figure it out,” Scott chimed in. “Maybe he knows who we’re looking for.”

“Now, this is someone your age?” Sheriff asked.

“Yeah. I--” Scott said.

“We think he was our friend,” I said, before looking over to Scott with my next statement, “Maybe your best friend and a little bit more with me.”

Scott looked over at me. “You never told me that,” he whispered.

“Well, I’m tossing it out there now. I mean, someone had to have given me this ring. It’s a promise ring, Scotty, just like you said. You don’t give promise rings to just your friends.”

“I can guarantee you, my father can’t help you,” Sheriff said.

“Couldn’t we try?” Scott asked.

“Scott, he lives in a nursing home three towns over,” Sheriff said. “Hasn’t had a visitor in years.”

As Sheriff and Scott were talking, I saw an older woman walking through the living room, looking at me before she turned her body to fully face me, saying the words, “The following stops have been canceled.” The sound of a train rolling by started up again before she said the words again. She then turned around and walked down the hallway.

I looked between my Godparents, smiling sweetly. “Can I go down to my old room? I think I left something in there.”

“Yeah, sure, sweetie,” Claudia said.

“Thanks,” I uttered, standing up and walking down the hallway to follow the older woman. As I rounded the corner, I saw her standing there, staring at the wall. There was a table sitting in front of her with some decor on top of it.

I decided to be polite to her. “Excuse me. Why are you here?” I walked closer to her at her nonresponse. “Is there something you wanna tell me? What stop has been canceled?”

Reaching up to touch her, I jumped and turned my head over my shoulder as Claudia said my name, asking if I got my item from my old room. When I turned my head back around to face the older woman, she had vanished.

“What the hell?” I whispered to myself. Deciding that I didn’t want to actually go down to my room and look for nothing, I turned back around and went back into the living room.

“You’re not hearing me,” Sheriff said, him and Scott now standing. “Trust me, you don’t wanna talk to him.”

“We just need a few minutes,” Scott tried.

“Scott, my father can’t help you.”

“Just a few questions. Five minutes,” Scott tried.

“You know what? You don’t just talk to this guy. Okay?” Sheriff said, voice stern. “Just… find another way.”

“But, what if this is the only way?” Scott asked. 

At that point I decided to walk over to them. 

“Scott, you have your answer,” Claudia said.

This was not the Claudia that I remember as a child.

“Sheriff, please,” Scott begged.

“Scott,” Claudia said, standing up.

Sheriff looked at me and put his hands out before placing them back down to his side. He looked back at Scott, saying, “The answer’s no.”

~~~

Right after we got back to school, we went to meet up with Malia as she opened her locker.

“Stilinski said no, didn’t he?” she said, putting a book into her locker.

Scott sighed. “Yeah.”

“But we’re going anyway?” 

“Yep,” Scott and I said. 

“And I’m so gonna get busted for it,” I said, right as Malia closed her locker.

“Or you could stay here and help me convince Gwen she’s in danger,” Liam said, leaning against the lockers next to Malia’s.

“It’s not your job to convince her,” Scott said.

“It’s your job to keep her safe,” I added.

Malia looked at Liam and said, “Just kidnap her,” before turning around and walking off down the hall, the three of us following.

I sighed and looked over at Liam. “Don’t kidnap her.”

“We’ll be back tonight after we talk to Stilinski’s dad,” Scott said.

“Do we really have to do this?” Malia asked.

“He’s our only lead.”

I sighed again, causing Scott to turn his head over his shoulder to look at me, silently asking me what. “You’d never make a good detective.”

“Okay. What if the Ghost Riders show up?” Liam asked, stopping his movements which in turn stopped ours.

“Then you’ll handle it, Liam,” Scott said. “And look, you’re not alone.”

“Yeah,” I said, putting my hand on his arm. “You’ve got Mason, Corey and Hayden, okay? Just find a safe place for Gwen and keep her there.”

“Any suggestions?” Liam asked.

“It doesn’t matter. As long as she’s safe.”

Scott turned and walked out of the doors while Malia turned to look at Liam.

“Kidnap her,” she said.

“Do not kidnap her, for the love of God,” I said, tilting my head back a little, shaking it. “Come on, hot-head.”

~~~

After piling up in Lydia’s car, we drove to the nursing home that Sheriff’s dad was currently residing in; Goodwater Assisted Living.

Walking up to the door, Scott decided that now would be the perfect time to voice his opinion. “I can’t believe we’re about to break into a nursing home.”

“Oh, now you wanna have an opinion about this?” I sassed.

“Well, after the orderlies at Eichen House, pretty sure we can handle some nurses,” Malia said.

Scott and I watched with confused looks on our faces as Malia walked right into the building, Lydia’s face looking like she’d rather be anywhere but here. We walked in after Malia gave us her thumbs up… which I shook my head at. 

The four of us walked through the facility until we saw an older looking gentleman sitting at a table in one of the rooms. I could deal without the music in here, though.

As we walked in, he turned around and faced us, asking, “Yes? Oh. Is it time for my medicine?”

“We don’t have your medicine,” Malia said, arms crossed.

“Oh..” he said, almost like he was disappointed.

“Are you Elias Stilinski?” Lydia asked.

He looked up at Lydia like he was confused. “I am.”

Lydia looked at me and nudged me to go introduce myself, so I did.

“Hi, Mr. Stilinski. I’m Emma Thomas,” I said. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Do you know who I am?”

“Should I?” he asked.

“Hey, Mr. Stilinski,” Scott said. “We’re looking for somebody who might be named Stiles. You went by that name in the Army, right?”

Elias looked up at Scott, giving us the confirmation we needed about the nickname. “Yes. Best years of my life.” He looked down, almost like he was sad about the fact that those years were over.

“Do you know any of us?” Malia asked.

“Of course I do,” Elias said, looking up at Scott. “How could I forget my own son?”

“Your son?” Scott asked, looking over at me.

“Uhm, Mr. Stilinski… what year is it?” I asked.

“1976. It’s my son’s birthday next week,” he said, looking down at the table again.

I looked over at Scott, head tilted to the right a little. “He’s got dementia.”

Elias looked up at Scott again. “Is it time for my medicine?”

~~~

We were here so long that the sun ended up setting… but we weren’t getting any further in our journey here. We tried explaining to Elias who we all were.

“Scott McCall?” Elias said, looking up at said boy, who gave a nod of approval. “No, no, no, no, no, no. You’re my son.”

“Keep it down, old guy,” Malia said. “You’ll wake the other old people.” She popped a sweet pea in her mouth… and then another… and then another. Well, I’m glad she likes them!

“I don’t like her,” Elias said, looking up at me.

“I didn’t at first either. Takes time,” I said, sitting down. “But, uhm… your son. He’s the Sheriff of Beacon Hills, and my godfather.”

“Sheriff?” Elias asked, to which I nodded. “No, no, no, no, no. No, no. I--I was in the Army.”

Scott took a breath in as Malia looked over at him. “Use your claws, Scott.”

“Malia,” Lydia and I hissed.

“It could kill him,” Scott said, looking at Elias.

“I get that, but we’re running out of time,” Malia said.

I took a deep breath in, muttering, “And this is why I didn’t like you in the first place.”

Lydia lightly slapped me on the shoulder, telling me to hush up.

“I can’t,” Scott said.

Frustrated that things weren’t going her way, she flicked out her claws and took a step towards Elias, Scott grabbing her wrist.

“Hey,” Scott said, Elias and I jumping back in our seats a little. “No. We’re not hurting him.”

“Young lady,” Elias said, gaining my attention. “You need to clip those nails.”

I chuckled at his remark on Malia’s claws. 

A few moments later, Malia had moved to the other side of the room full of attitude. Elias’ mood had changed, as well.

“You... shouldn’t be here,” Elias said. “If you don’t leave, I’ll have to report you.” He looked down at his papers that were sitting in front of him.

“Uh, what’s wrong with him?” Scott asked.

“The sun went down,” Lydia said, looking out the windows.

“So?”

Elias started muttering incoherent words.

“He’s sundowning,” I said. Scott didn’t get what I said so I explained further. “It’s when dementia patients lose their faculties after the sun goes down.”

Elias started breathing heavily next to me, saying, “I don’t want to talk to you anymore!”

“So what do we do?” Malia asked.

“We wait ‘til the sun comes back up,” Lydia said.

“We can’t wait that long.”

“No, no, no,” Elias muttered.

“There’s gotta be something we can do to keep him quiet,” Scott said.

“Leave, leave, leave, leave,” Elias cried, holding the papers in his hands.

“I can calm him down,” Malia said, taking a couple steps closer to us.

“No,” Scott, Lydia and I said.

I turned back to Elias. “Elias, look at the equations.” I put one of the papers back on the table, showing him the work he’s already done. “It's binomial probability, so what’s P?”

He looked at the paper for a moment before giving his answer. “Uhm, probability of success?”

I smiled at him. “Right. Uhm, and that means N minus K is?”

“Uh, the number of trials minus the number of successes.”

I chuckled happily.

“What’s with the math?” Malia asked, popping more sweet peas into her mouth.

“It helps dementia patients concentrate,” Lydia said.

“What about this one?” I asked, giving him another sheet of paper with equations on it.

“That’s, uhm…” Elias said, looking at the paper before looking back up at me. “Conditional probability.”

“That’s right,” I said, looking through more of the papers. “Let’s find the moment of inertia.” I saw him standing from the corner of my eye. “Elias?”

“That’s Mr. Stilinski,” he said.

“Oh, no,” I whispered.

“Just who the hell do you think you are?”

Scott sat down in Elias’ chair since it wasn’t being used at the moment.

“You know Scott isn’t your son?” Lydia asked.

“Of course I know that. Are brains getting smaller with the skirts?” Elias said.

At the sound of Malia’s growl, Scott did his best to calm her down. “Malia, it’s okay.”

Elias stopped his steps around the table and looked down at Scott. “So you’re that McCall kid.”

“You know me?” Scott asked.

“I know your dad,” Elias said. “Couldn’t hold his liquor and he certainly couldn’t keep that wedding ring on his finger. Pretty young thing would walk by and poof, that ring disappeared like magic.”

Malia growled at him again before Lydia decided to ask her question, “Do you know all of us?”

“Oh… you’re Natalie Martin’s girl, am I right?” Elias asked. “You look like her. She was pretty once, too.”

“Stop talking,” Malia demanded, her Coyote Blues shining.

Scott stood up to try and calm his Omega. “Hey, Malia.”

“And she also liked to talk like she was the smartest person in the room,” Elias continued.

“What about me?” I asked.

Elias looked at me like he hadn’t even thought about it, and smiled a little. “You’re Carter’s little girl. He always hung around with my son. How’s he doing?”

“Right hand Deputy to your son,” I said, crossing my arms and putting them on the table.

“Carter still the town drunk?” Elias chuckled.

Tears lined my eyes as Malia flicked her claws out, Scott jumping to Elias’ rescue. “Malia!”

“Enough,” Sheriff said. I looked back and saw my dad standing at the door, shame filling his eyes.

“Sheriff, we--” Scott said.

Sheriff looked down at me and put his hand on my shoulder, then looked back up to Scott. “I explicitly told you not to come here. And who attacked a staff member?”

“That’s her,” the nurse said, looking dead at Malia, who lowly growled.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Sheriff asked her.

“Noah, we were just having a nice conversation,” Elias said, coming back around the table towards me and Sheriff.

“I don’t think defaming my father counts as a nice conversation,” I sassed, Sheriff squeezing my shoulder to let me know to be quiet.

“The four of you. Out. Now,” Sheriff said. He took his hand off my shoulder so I could stand up and walk over to my dad, who didn’t look happy to see me, but gave me a hug nonetheless.

“Noah,” Elias said.

I watched as Sheriff turned around and started his walk out of the room, but stopped at his father's voice.

“That’s right!” Elias said. “Act like I’m not even here. Go crawling back to your dead wife and your loser son!” 

Dad and I looked at each other before looking back at Sheriff. 

“What did you say?” Sheriff asked, sadness in voice.

“Is it… time for… my medicine?” Elias asked.

~~~

I ended up having to ride back with Sheriff and Dad in their shared cruiser… which is no fun in the backseat.

We weren’t driving for 15 minutes when I decided to speak up. “Sheriff, I think I speak on behalf of the four of us when I say we’re sorry for going against your word.”

He sighed and stayed silent for a moment before deciding to speak. “I’ve never known you to go back on my word like that.”

“I know,” I said, hanging my head in shame. “But it felt so natural to do it, almost like I’ve done it before. Do you think it’s possible that you could’ve had a son, Noah?”

“I don’t know, Emma,” he sighed.

“Nothing’s impossible if you believe it,” I muttered, looking up through my lashes.

Sheriff sighed and looked over at my dad, who was staring out of the windshield. 

“Carter--” Sheriff said.

“No, she’s right. But she’s still in very big trouble. I mean, how could you do this, Emma? Something so reckless. This could cost me my job,” Dad said, turning in his seat to look at me the best he could.

All I could do was look down at my hands in my lap. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just wanted answers as to who this Stiles could be… that’s all.”

It was silent in the car until we got to the station when I was escorted by Sheriff to the holding cell room.

Scott, Malia and Lydia were already there waiting for us… and so was Natalie Martin.

“We know this looks bad,” Scott said.

“It doesn’t look bad, Scott. It is bad,” Mrs. Martin said. She looked at every single one of us with her next statement. “You broke into a nursing home, you harassed a dementia patient, and you beat up a nurse. This could affect the rest of your lives. Especially you, Malia. They’re talking felony assault.”

“I didn’t beat him up. I could have, but I chose not to,” Malia said.

“Oh, sweet Jesus,” I sighed, bringing my hand up to my forehead.

“That’s an improvement,” Lydia said, happiness in her voice.

Sheriff opened the door, a hand on the door frame to speak to us. “By some miracle, the nurse decided to drop the charges.” He looked at Malia then at me, stating,“They’re free to go.” before closing the door and walking away.

“Just because you’re not going to jail, doesn’t mean you’re not grounded for eternity,” Mrs. Martin said, looking dead at her daughter.

All of us walked out of the holding area, and I fully intended on walking out with Scott to get a ride home, but a hand on my shoulder told me otherwise. I looked up at the person responsible; my godfather.

I sheepishly smiled as he guided me to his office, where his wife was waiting for him.

“You’ve had a long day, Sheriff,” Claudia said, turning around to face her husband. “You ready?”

He let go of me to put on his jacket with the help of his wife. “All I want is for this day to end,” he sighed.

“Well, let me take you away from all this,” Claudia said.

I sighed, turning around and threw my arms out, letting them fall and slap my outer thighs. She spoke as if I wasn’t even standing there.

“Crime, mayhem, those kids.”

I turned back to face them. “Uhm, one of those kids is standing right here,” I said, pointing to myself, an aggravated smile on my face.

“Those kids did a dumb thing.” Sheriff turned his body towards me a little bit, a small smile on his face. “But their hearts are in the right place.”

My smile went from one of aggravation to one of love for the man I’m proud to call my Sheriff, but most importantly, my godfather.

He turned back to his wife. “You ever have second thoughts? Us not having kids?” As soon as Sheriff said this, I reached for my ring, holding it so tight in my hand, I was sure it was going to leave an imprint for a few days. (Let’s be honest. Nothing can leave an imprint for a few days.)

Claudia started shaking her head, a smile appearing. “Not once.”

Something inside of me knew that wasn’t true.

Sheriff chuckled before stepping forward to kiss his wife, then turned to me, smiling. “You have a couple of options. Go home with Scott and hang out, come home with us and be safe, or go home with your dad and get yelled at.”

I thought about it for a few seconds before I leaped into his arms, giving him a hug. “I think I’ll be okay over at Scotty’s house.”

“Alright, kiddo. Stay safe. Call me if you need me.”

“I will. Thanks, Noah,” I said, smiling.

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After texting Scott that I was gonna come over and stay at his house, I went straight over there. When I walked in the house, I wasn’t expecting to see such a freaking mess. Walking into the house further, I found the culprits of the mess.

“You said to find a safe place,” Liam said. “So, we brought the party here.”

“Who said to throw a party at all?” Scott asked.

I crossed my arms with a brow raised, wanting to know what bogus answer he was gonna come up with.

“At least we saved Gwen,” Liam countered.

Scott and I looked at each other for a second before looking back at Liam, taking steps towards him.

“But you saw one of the Ghost Riders,” I said.

“Corey made him visible so we could fight him,” Liam said.

Scott put a hand on my shoulder, which made me look at him. “Doesn’t the book say that if you see the Wild Hunt that you’ll be taken, too?”

I looked from Scott back to Liam.

“Everyone at the party saw him.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Oh, sweet baby Jesus, Liam.”

“Does that mean--” Liam asked.

“Yes, Liam!” I yelled. “They’re all gonna be taken.”

He looked at me like he was ashamed of how that event turned out, which made me feel bad. 

I sighed. “Look, I’m not mad at you, okay? It’s just been a long day.”

Scott put his weight on one foot, glass crunching under his shoe. “I should’ve been here.”

“We both should’ve,” I said.

Both werewolves looked at me, confused. I sighed, “Look, if we both were here and saw the Ghost Riders, I would’ve sacrificed myself to be taken so that I could go look for Stiles. I know he’s real.”

I looked at each boy and walked away, fully prepared to start cleaning up. I grabbed a few trash bags, knowing that it was gonna take a few bags to get this place back in order before Melissa came home. Scott grabbed a bag from me as I walked by him on my way to the stairs to start up there.

Going straight to Scott’s room, he followed with this bag. I guess Liam had left. I didn’t get but a few crushed cups into the bag before I heard a knocking at the door. I turned to see who it was hoping, somewhat hoping for this Stiles character to show up, but I was quickly let down upon seeing Sheriff. 

“Looks like a hell of a party,” he said.

“Yeah, and we didn’t even throw it,” I said, disappointment laced in my voice, tossing another cup into my trash bag.

Scott chuckled. “Yeah, hopefully we can get it all cleaned up before my mom comes home.”

“I’ll help,” Sheriff said, walking more into the room. He bent down and picked up a couple cups, grunting as he did so.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting old, now,” I sassed.

“Well, I’ve been helping look after you since you were born. You used to wear me out,” Sheriff chuckled.

It was quiet for a few seconds before Scott decided to speak up. “Hey, Sheriff. I’m really sorry.”

“Yeah, me, too,” I said, putting another piece of trash in the bag.

“We never should’ve gone there to see your father,” Scott added.

“No, no, it’s-it’s--it’s okay,” Sheriff said, crossing his arms. “I should’ve been clearer about who he is. And maybe a part of me just didn’t want to have to, uhm, admit it.”

“Admit what?” I asked, confused. I was blessed to have two fathers in my life; my dad and Sheriff.

He gave a look like he really didn’t want to tell us, but did anyway by pulling the collar of his shirt off his left collarbone, revealing a scar. “This is my dad, guys. He pushed me through a glass table going after my mom.”

As tears filled my eyes at his confession, I put a hand over my mouth, shocked.

“There’s still tiny pieces of glass in there. The doctor told my mother that they’d probably be in there for the rest of my life, workin’ their way out.”

A tear fell onto my cheek as I blinked, trying not to imagine a small Noah Stilinski trying to protect his mother.

“Small price to pay to keep him away from her,” Sheriff said. “That time.” He turned and sat on the bench at the foot of Scott’s bed, me moving to sit next to him. “Ya’know, something you said has just been bugging me all day.” He turned his head to look at me.

“What? Because I say a lot of stuff,” I sassed.

He chuckled a little before saying, “Something about memories.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, Scott coming a little closer.

“Have you ever had a dream that’s--that’s so real that you thought it was a memory?”

“Yeah. I’ve been having them a lot here lately.”

Sheriff looked up at Scott, who looked like he was thinking long and hard about his answer.

“Don’t hurt yourself, Scott,” I sassed.

“Okay, in this dream, I’m lying in bed with Claudia,” Sheriff began to explain. “It’s a couple weeks before we graduate from college and we’re talking about the future and kids and what we’ll call them. And I tell her that if we have a son, I want to name him after her father. And she laughs at me and she says, ‘Why would you wanna saddle some poor kid with a name like that?’ And I told her, ‘Because he’s a great father, the kind of father I wish I had, the kind I--I hoped to be.’ At that point in the dream she smiles, kisses me, and says ‘Okay, we’ll name him that, but it won’t matter. He’ll just be called Stiles anyway.’ ”

Sheriff looked at me, tears still lining my eyes as I clutched onto my ring. I could see Scott looking at me from my peripherals. 

Well… this just got a shit ton more interesting.

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Teen Wolf Masterlist

Series:

Endless Revenge

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Scott McCall

I’m a monster: you end up in the same room as Scott during a full moon, but you’re not afraid of him.

Stiles Stilinski

first date: he takes you roller skating for your first date together. you have no idea what you’re doing, but he teaches you all you need to know.

sweet victory: he wins the game and the girl.

"Were you just touching yourself?"

Void Stiles

remember me: let's play a game of hide and seek. I'll count, you hide. when I find you, and I will... you're mine.

Liam Dunbar

is it over?: everyone thinks you’re human until you react to the virus and nearly die in Liam’s arms.

handprints: he finds out you like spankings

tension on the field: you both are always competing with each other until it’s time for one of you to admit defeat. but is it really defeat?

Brett Talbot

without you: you’re having a breakdown and tell your brother, Stiles, Brett told you “I love you” for the first time the night he died.

the perfect revenge: you use each other to get back at your brother, Liam.

Jordan Parrish

training: he’s jealous of your friendship with Derek Hale even though you two aren’t dating. you’re ready to blow off steam and he’s ready for you.

listen to me: he edges you for hours for sending him a naughty pic while he was at work

Derek Hale

better late than never: there is a Christmas party (family reunion) and you told everybody that you had a boyfriend, but Derek is late so your family is convinced you made it all up until Derek turns up // 2

competition: Derek is afraid you will leave him for someone better.

young love: Derek from the past pays you a visit at work.

testing the water: the pack walks in on you having sex.

dinner is served: you tease him under the table so he takes care of you in the bathroom 

safe and sound: he sends a search party out for you after an argument

"I know you said you didn't want to be late but you look amazing and I'm trying not to kiss you senseless right now."

he eats you out while you’re on the phone

can you keep a secret?: you're very stubborn, but Derek is willing to get you to listen. even if it takes all night long.

Peter Hale

well, what are we waiting for?: you’re stuck under the mistletoe with him

kiss me already: the pack asks him to keep an eye on you. neither of you are fond of the idea, but you grow to love it.

I’m not going anywhere: you’re both content with your arrangement.

Isaac Lahey

prove me wrong: he’s the school bad boy and he assumes you think you’re better than him. / 2 

safe here: he comes to you for comfort after a fight with his father.

fluffy smut

Theo Raeken

you’ll always have me: he gets jealous over something really unnecessary so you give him the silent treatment.

I’m still coming with you: he always acts tough around everyone until he’s with you.

behave: you’re dating and he’s obsessed with you

i believe this belongs to you: you’re an outcast but he sticks up for you.

The Wild Hunt: you’re taken by the Wild Hunt but he saves you. / 2

i'm yours: he can’t keep his hands off of you, but you’re shy.

make-up sex: he gets jealous of your ex, Isaac, and ignores you for a few days.

you: Issac asks you out so that Theo can realize his feelings for you.

use your words: you catch him masturbating to the thought of you so you do something about it.

your blessing: he wants your friends’ blessing before he asks you out.

daddy: he finds out you have a daddy kink and teases you about it.

Jackson Whittmore

too good for you: he grows apart from you trying to fit in.

selfish: you realize you’re worth more than he gave you.

Lydia Martin

problem solved: she saves you from a lecture from her mother.

Malia Tate

i love you: she gets jealous over something really unnecessary so you give her the silent treatment

Erica Reyes

my favorite girl:  she makes you jealous so you will make the first move

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telling them you’re pregnant / 2

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I’m Not Afraid - Chapter 2

Word Count: 4,585

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

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Chapter: 2/?

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Chapter 2

5:00 am my phone read. 

It was usual for my brain to be awake at this hour. Since before I can remember it was part of the schedule I followed, everywhere I went. It was a small thing, but the sense of normalcy was a comforting friend. It made sense to follow a routine I could have anywhere. I was out of bed and into workout clothes, ready for a quick jog around the woods. 

I started off with a slow and comfortable trot before speeding up once I reached the tree-filled terrain. The smell of wet soil, the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling, the crunching of leaves under my feet was oddly comforting. There was a strange pull that came from the heart of Beacon Hills. I had lived in many places in my short lifetime but this place was different, the atmosphere was different, the people were different. One of those people was Derek Hale, the mysterious, broody, sarcastic man that had bumped his way in. 

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

"Why are you stopping?" He asked, a small chuckle escaping his mouth. 

"How did you get here? Where the hell did you come from?"

"You're not the only person who jogs in this town and this happens to be the trail I take. You know, you should work out on a trail that is closer to your house. Makes it easier to actually go back."

I looked around. Once again, I had trailed off and didn't know where I was. "Lucky for you, I have a great memory. We can finish off running and I'll instruct you back to your house."

"You know you sound like a stalker." We started to jog once again.

"How so?" 

"Well, you've only been there like two or three times and you already know the way back. Creepy!"

"Oh, come on, it means that I have a very sharp memory. Unlike you who can't seem to remember what house you live in."

"Touché."

The con and occasionally laughing at something. It felt good talking to him, almost natural. There was a supernatural attraction that I felt when I was near him, an unusual need for his closeness. Our relationship came easy, as the cliché would have it, it felt like I had known him all my life. 

We ran for about an hour and a half before we turned back. "I think it's time we went back. You have school in an hour."

"Whoa, take the stalking down a notch."

"Oh, come on, I went to that school before you, I think I know the schedule."

"Alright, grandpa. Let's head back. It's time for your breakfast smoothie and then some bingo."

"Very funny." He ruffled my hair whilst fake laughing.

"I try." We ran and ran until I came into view of the curb that led to the house. "Well, this is my exit. Would it be too much to ask for you to take me to school?"

"Not a problem. Meet you back here at 7:45?"

"That would be perfect." He kissed my cheek and left to run to where I believe was his house. My face turned red, and I ducked inside.

"Mom? Dad?" I entered the kitchen and noticed a note over a covered plate. "Left for work early. Eat your food and go to school." I read out loud.

I took my time getting ready for school. My bag was already packed, as was my lunch. A long shower and a slow breakfast were in store as I awaited Derek's black Camaro to roll into my driveway. 

"Thanks so much for the lift. I packed you some breakfast." 

"No problem and thank you." He smiled. "You know, maybe after school, I can finally give you a tour around town. So you can familiarize yourself."

"That would be wonderful." I checked my schedule. "Actually, you can pick me up an hour before school ends. I have study hall at that hour, and no one would care if I left."

"I think I can make that arrangement." He looked at me showing a perfect set of white teeth and a smile that would make anyone melt. "But wouldn't your parents know that you left school? I mean, you won't be there when they go pick you up."

"I'll just tell them Allison gave me a ride or walked home," I said thinking of more excuses I could tell my parents. Distracted by my thoughts, my hand started reaching out to the powered-off radio and I didn't notice that so did Derek's. A sharp current went up my arm as our hands make contact. We both quickly pulled away and I could feel the blood rushing to my face turning it a deep shade of red.

"Sorry, I shouldn't impose. It's your car." I spoke up, quick to start picking at the skin around my fingernails to busy my hands. Derek perceived the nervous nature of my actions and stopped my fussing by putting one of his hands over mine. 

"Don't worry it's fine. Just put the radio on whatever station you like." He smiled reassuringly and I reached to the radio and just turned it on, leaving it in the last station it had been on.

"Ugh, I absolutely dread going to school. Most of it I'm gonna forget either way."

"I'd tell you to ditch but that would be shame on me, so I won't. But think about it, this day you'll only get 7 hours of school and then you can hang out with me. Best present ever."

"Yeah, don't think so highly of yourself. Maybe I'll just wander around town until I find my way home."

"Very funny." He stopped at the drop-off zone. "This is your stop."

"Thanks again for the ride, awfully kind actions from such a sour wolf" I laughed at his scowl. "I'll see you in the afternoon."

"Looking forward to it." I exited the car and he waited till I was on the sidewalk to speed off.

"Was that Derek Hale that just dropped you off?" I turned around and was met face-to-face with Scott.

"Yeah. What's the problem?" Not that it will matter.

"You shouldn't trust him, he's bad news."

"Honestly, Scott, I understand your good intentions, but I'll sort out the wrong kind on my own terms." He looked taken aback at my response, probably thinking I would not talk back.

"I'm sorry if I offended you, but he is not a person that anyone should be with." With that, he left with worry evident on his face.

I understood that he was looking out for my "well-being”, but he didn't know me and I'm pretty sure he didn't know Derek either. Maybe that's what Derek meant when I met him. Everyone thinks he is a bad person, but he hasn't done anything wrong in my eyes.

I walked over to my locker and started exchanging my books. Closely next to me I could hear Scott talking to Allison about me and Derek, and my name should be out of his mouth. Once I finished with my locker, I slammed the door and they both stopped talking, noting my close presence. I walked past them feeling their worried stares burning my back. This was going to be a hell of a year. The only thing that could get me through it was the acquaintance relationship I have with Isaac. I did text him a bit last night but mostly helping him with homework. Lord knows he needs all the help he can get.  

We all stood around in gym class as Stiles and Erica climbed the rock wall. Everyone else had gone including Scott who mastered a great fall. Stiles appeared to have fun, but Erica would let out sounds of discomfort and shortness of breath as she climbed. At a point, she stopped. 

"Erica, are you dizzy?" Coach said. "Is it vertigo?" 

"Vertigo is the dysfunction of the vesicular system of the inner ear" Lydia stated in a mocking tone. "She's just freaking out." 

"Erica!" Coach screamed.

"coach, maybe it’s not safe. you know she's epileptic." Allison stated. How does no one care? 

"Wh-why does no one tell me this?!" Coach Finstock questioned annoyed. "Erica, just fall back, there's a mat that will catch you." 

She slowly let go of the wall and made her descent. No one seemed to care that the poor girl was shaken to the core; they all laughed.

When class was over everyone headed to their respective locker rooms to change. Something inside me kept pulling me back to the gym, so I walked back as I put on my shirt. As I opened the doors, I saw Erica fall from the wall and luckily into Scott's arms. He slowly put her on the floor as the class ran in behind us. 

"Put her on her side," I stated. 

"How did you know?" Allison whispered to Scott.

"I just felt it." He whispered back. 

After Erica had calmed, the coach called an ambulance to take her to be checked at the hospital and the day went by normally. I was currently in my "last" period. Tapping my nails in a rhythmic pattern waiting for the stupid bell to ring. Only 5 more minutes and I would be out of here. This was the first time I had done something like this. I always stick by the rules and make sure to follow all of them. My heart was racing, and my palms were sweating. In 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Cue the bell. I grabbed all my things and stuffed them in my bag. I used to my advantage the fact that everyone was piled in the hallway and headed outside. Waiting for me was Derek in his black Camaro. Suddenly my heart steadied its pace and I felt relaxed.

"Hey there, rebel." He smirked at me as I entered the car and buckled my seatbelt.

"Don't make small talk. Just go." I said whilst trying to hide by burrowing in the seat. If I could I would have jumped into the trunk to avoid any hidden stares from authority figures.

"Don't tell me you've never done this before." I shook my head no and felt my face growing warmer by the second. "Aw, you're so innocent. For a big mouth that is." I slapped his arm as hard as I could.

"Don't be rude." I crossed my arms, slouched down, and pouted. He looked over at me and laughed. That made me slouch farther down.

"Oh, come on. Don't get mad." He ruffled my hair and laughed once again when I swatted his hand away. "Yeesh, feisty."

"So, where's our first pit stop?" I asked whilst looking out the window not wanting to look at his face.

"A small diner I know. Wouldn't want you to starve." He smirked. "Might make you angrier."

"I am not angry, just annoyed."

"Got some feelings hurt?" He said laughing.

"Derek, don't be rude. You will regret it."

"Oh, what could you do?"

"Is that a challenge?" He didn't answer, just laughed. I rolled down the window and stuck my head out. "HELP!! This man is kidnapping me!! HELP!! Bloody he...!" 

My sentence was cut short by Derek's hand pulling me down by my jacket and onto the seat again.

"Why did you do that?" I asked innocently. I had caused the faces of a few people on the street to look at the car in horror.

"You know why! That was totally uncalled for."

"I told you that being rude was something you would regret. I'm not one to say this a lot but, I told you so." 

He tried his best to keep a tight scowl on his face but in a matter of seconds, we were laughing at my past actions.

"Whatever, we're here." He turned off the car and went to the passenger side to open the door for me. 

"Why thank you," I said and took his extended hand to pull my weight up. 

"No problem." I smiled at his goofy courtesy but as we walked inside the establishment I could feel my heart beating faster by the second. "Table for two." Derek pointed at a booth made for two people exactly. Once we had sat down a lady maybe in her late thirties approached us to take our order.

"What do you want to order today, darlings?" She gave us a warm smile as she waited for our response.

"I'll have the bacon cheeseburger with some onion rings, a stack of pancakes, and some chicken fillets, a Diet Coke, and afterward some pie, please."

"Would you like the kitchen sink with that?" I said in shock. "I think I'll just get the, ummmm, bacon cheeseburger also with some onion rings and an iced tea. Maybe add some pie afterward too."

The lady laughed a bit, nodded, and smiled at us as she turned to the kitchen to put out our order. 

"So, someone's a bit hungry. Huh, sour wolf?" I chuckled.

"Why do you call me that?" He said somewhat annoyed.

"I don't know. It just fits you."

"How?"

"Cause you're very sour and you kind of look like a wolf. Hairy face and crazy hair. I don't know how to explain it. It's just a nickname, though. If it makes you mad I can just call you something else."

"I'm not mad. Just wondering." He slouched on the seat looking less tense. "How is it that I'm usually so bad with meeting people yet with you, I just clicked?"

"I don't know. I'm just special that way."

"Very funny."

"I know! I could take up a career in comedy." He chuckled as he threw a sugar packet at me. "So, since we are getting to know each other we should know basic things about one another. Let me start. What's your favorite color?"

"Maybe black or blue. What about you?"

"Totally red and black." The waitress came with our drinks. I took a sip of my iced tea and continued with the questions. "Favorite place to be?"

"That house in the woods where we met." I gave him a weird look.

"Why there? It barely stands with a foundation. What could possibly be there?"

"It's the house I used to live in before it burnt down. My family was in there." I choked on my drink when he said this.

"Oh my gosh, Derek. I'm so sorry I brought it up. We can drop the topic."

"Don't worry about it. It happened such a long time ago it's sometimes relieving talking about it." After there was an awkward silence, so Derek cleared his throat and asked a question. "Um, and what's your favorite place to be?"

"I'm not sure. Usually, I like places more because of the people I'm with. But if I had to choose probably the woods, it's the calmest place I know. The only place where you can actually be free."

"Wow, Ms. Argent. So poetic. It touched me." He pointed at his heart. "Right here."

"Very funny, now, favorite sport?" And the game went on even when our food served. Whilst eating we kept asking each other questions and getting to know each other profoundly. This has been the first time I had ever opened up to someone. It felt strange. Letting someone know small details about yourself. Making yourself vulnerable to them. Showing them how they could break you. But this was different. I felt like I was just becoming closer to him.

"We should do that someday. I mean the thought of just leaving for a whole day, not knowing where you are going, just finding an adventure."

"Definitely. You decide when the first time." I smiled at him.

"That's a deal." He looked down at his watch. "I think it's time I take you home. Don't want your parents to worry."

"Alright. Let's go." I grabbed my bag and was about to pay my part of the check, but he wouldn't let me. He grabbed the money I left and paid completely. "I don't understand the need of being such a gentleman if this wasn't a date. Just two people hanging out."

"So, this wasn't a date?"

"You thought it was?" I thought about it. "What do you classify a date per se?"

"An outing in which two people go out and get to know each other a little bit more." What he said made sense. It had never dawned on me that this could have been anything other than just a casual outing, but not being too well versed in normal social encounters, let alone dating encounters. 

"Alright, you win. I have officially gone on my first date."

"No way. This could not have been your first date." When he saw the serious look on my face, he stopped chuckling. "I'm so sorry you had to have given you such a crappy first date. I promise I'll make up for it one day."

"Deal." We even shook on it. "Now let's get going before my parents know I'm late."

During the drive back, he pointed out different key places I should know when going around Beacon Hills as well as easier routes to these places. Although I was heavily grateful for all the useful tips, my brain could hardly remember the first route he showed me. 

When we got to my house, I noticed that my father's car was not in there. I guess they haven't arrived yet. I said goodbye to Derek and entered the house, thanking him for a lovely afternoon. I changed into workout attire and, deciding to stay home, went to the basement and started working out. After half an hour of running and half an hour of physical training, I decided it was enough and went to take a shower. I noticed that my parents weren't home yet.

"I wonder what's holding them back?" After my shower, I continued my current read of Pride and Prejudice. But something was bothering me, a thought that wouldn't leave my head.

I'm leaving once the year is over. Getting close to Derek will fuck me up once I leave. I've never had to say goodbye to anyone. I can't start now. I'll need to start avoiding him. Don't know how, but I must try.

I went downstairs to get a glass of water when I heard a knock on the door. It was Uncle Chris.

"Hey, Uncle Chris. What are you doing here?"

"I'm looking for your father. Is he here?"

"No, I haven't seen him. I got here and neither mom nor dad was here. Is something wrong?"

"No. Just couldn't reach his cell. I'm sure he's fine. Have a good night, sweetheart." He kissed my forehead and left. I started to worry. What if something had happened?

So, I decided to call him. Fortunately, he picked up.

"Dad, where are you?"

"Oh, honey, I forgot to tell you. Your mom and I will be out for the rest of the week. We left some money on the first drawer of the right side of the kitchen island and if you want you can stay with your uncle."

"But Uncle Chris came by and he didn't know where you were. Does he know you left?"

"Oh, I forgot to call him. I'll do that right now. Goodnight, munchkin, go to sleep."

"Goodnight, dad. Love you."

"Love you too." I hung up the phone and went upstairs completely forgetting about the glass of water I went to drink.

My phone buzzed and I looked at the caller ID signaling that Isaac was calling.

"Hey, Isaac."

"Hey, (Y/N). Um, do you think you can pick me up?" Isaac said in between short pants.

"Sure, where are you?" I asked. He told me where he was, and I took the keys to my mother's car to look for Isaac. He looked scared and frantic when I neared the spot, he told me about. His physique also looked different. Usually, he would walk cowering but now he stood tall and seemed a bit more buff. "You okay?"

"Yeah, just, um, do you think I could stay with you tonight?"

"I guess." I started driving to my house. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, totally. Just tired." I took the hint. He didn't want to talk, and I wasn't going to press on.

At my house, I arranged the guest room and got him spare clothes to change into. He thanked me and left for the bathroom. Something was wrong. But what?

***

Three days had passed.

Three days that I had stayed in my house for my daily workout.

Three days that my phone had been buzzing with messages from Derek asking where I was.

Because three nights before I had decided to avoid Derek at all costs.

The only way to leave it all behind is if you don't associate yourself with anyone. That way you won't feel any remorse or pain once you disappear. One time when I left was when I was approximately six or seven years old, and I had to say goodbye to Allison since we were sharing a room at that time. The second time was when I had to leave Josie. After that, I started familiarizing myself with the feeling of loneliness.  It wasn't that bad once you remembered the fact that you would always see your parents when you got home, and everything would be better. Although, these days I had housed Isaac in my house, rare was the occasion that we interacted other than doing homework. Isaac would come home late in the night and quickly went to sleep. But, he stayed in my spare room for two nights and told me he had found a place to stay. He left thanking me for my hospitality.

When I finished my workout, I ran upstairs and took a shower. I changed from my stinky workout clothes to a plain white shirt and black jeans, obviously paired with my leather jacket. Once dressed I went downstairs and grabbed some cash to buy myself a muffin and a big coffee. Finally, I found the keys to my beautiful matte black Harley Fat Bob. My father had gotten me this motorcycle about two years back when he noticed I just kept crashing cars. The only thing I never crashed was his motorcycle and because he was worried I would, he bought me my own. I tend to wreck a lot of stuff. It's not intentional, I'm just clumsy at times.

I opened the door to the garage and noticed it sitting in a corner covered by a blanket. Once I took it off, I smiled. I passed my hand over the beautiful color, the smooth surface, the cold metal. It all felt familiar. A part of me. I grabbed my helmet and got on it. Once I sat my body felt relaxed, at ease. A spark of adrenaline was shot through my body when the engine came to life.

I backed up from the garage and went to the local café store. While waiting to pick up my order I noticed Derek walking in with his jogging clothes on. He still hasn't noticed me, too busy looking at the menu. When my name was called, he looked at me and called my name, but I ran out of the café with my order ignoring him.

When I got to the school everyone was staring at me. The new chick was now badass. I walked in with my backpack slung over my shoulder easing towards my locker.

"Hey there, gorgeous." I closed the locker door to see Jackson standing next to me. I rolled my eyes.

"Hi, Jackson. What do you want?"

"I was just wondering when you were free."

"Oh, well from tomorrow to never gonna happen. Get down from the cloud, buddy."

"Oh, come on, we both know you want some of this." He motioned over his body.

"Get over yourself." I scoffed.

"Babe, it doesn't hurt to try."

"I believe she's not interested, Jackson." A strawberry blonde girl appeared. Her confidence struck me like lightning, a very apparent aura of dominance radiating from within her.

"Why don't you mind your own business, Lydia. I'm talking to her, not you. You've already ruined everything else."

"Well, I think she has no business with you so why don't you scram?" With a huff and a puff, Jackson finally gave in and I turned to greet my hero, who was surprisingly accompanied by Allison.

"Thank you, so much. He wouldn't take no for an answer."

"No problem. I'm Lydia, but you knew that."

"(Y/N). Argent." She motioned between Allison and me. "Cousins."

"Pleasure." Then the bell rang. "Guess I have a new best friend, (Y/N)." You guessed wrong.

I entered Mr. Harris' classroom and sat down next to Isaac and as usual Mr. Chatty Pants tried to hold a conversation from the table behind us. Seriously, how much can someone talk? I took out my notebook and started writing down everything the teacher was saying is the homework on the board. Stiles had finally gotten the hint and didn't talk to me the whole class. That was a relief. Maybe it was due to the fact he was too focused on the strawberry blonde who had saved my ass from Jackson.

The day went on quite smoothly except at lunch. It wasn't the same Erica that had fallen from the rock-climbing wall. She completely changed; a more confident walk, she was wearing makeup and tight-fitted clothing, and her hair was perfectly styled. She left the lunchroom after taking a bite off an apple seductively and Scott and Stiles followed, as did I. Curiosity had taken the best of me as to this overnight transformation.

She opened the front doors to the school and there he was. Derek Hale in his black Camaro with the biggest smirk on his face staring at Scott. When he directed his sight to me his smirk kind of fell but was brought up quickly. During that Erica had gotten inside the car and they left, together. I don't know why I was jealous because he meant nothing to me, but it broke my heart. I got nervous. I think Scott noticed because he looked at me worried.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" I nodded rapidly and out of breath. I had no idea what was happening.

"I think you're having a panic attack." Stiles pointed out handing me an inhaler.

"I used to have panic attacks, too." I inhaled a pump and my breathing seemed to normalize. "You okay now?"

"Yeah. Thanks." I handed him the inhaler.

"No, keep it. I don't need it anymore." I said a low thanks and walked back to school to head to my next class.

I felt extremely weird the rest of the day. Why did I feel that way when I saw Erica and Derek together? It wasn't like anything was going on between us. Also, he's far too old for me. Or maybe I'm too young. I don't know. But I couldn't shake off that sour taste of jealousy that the image of them left.

I knew I wanted to stay as far away as I could from hin but at this moment there was nothing more that I wanted than to be close to him.

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I just want to know how people think Lydia didn't have feelings for Stiles until s6

Like. How?

The thing is the creators didn't want their relationship to be this big, dramatic side story with Lydia pining over Stiles and Stiles pining over Lydia. They just wanted them to be friends, and that friendship turning into something so much more.

Once we hit s3 you can literally watch Stiles no longer crushing on her. Instead its a pure love for one another. They care for one another deeply, and it doesn't have to be romantic and that's good. It started out pure and platonic and yes Stiles always loved Lydia, but he never pushed it because he valued their friendship more.

One of the first ever Stydia scenes is when Stiles is standing there telling her they have an unspoken connection and Lydia ignores him. It was like the writers were telling us what was to come for the next 6 seasons.

They state that Lydia and Stiles have an unspoken connection numerous times. Stiles is clearly aware of it, and Lydia too, but they don't speak of it. They ignore it.

Deaton flat out says they have a connection. Scott (twice) and Malia straight out say they have a connection.

They imply they have a strong connection in scenes throughout the show. The most implied being the scenes in 3b when Stiles is going through hell and Lydia is too, emotionally and mentally. And in s6, when she can see and hear what Stiles hears and sees when he's missing.

They didn't just write that Stiles and Lydia had a connection all of the sudden in s6. It was there when Lydia screamed in her car because Stiles was struggling with the nogitsune, or when Lydia knew Stiles was in the basement of Eichen House literally because HE WAS DREAMING THAT and HE THOUGHT he was there. She wasn't connected to his physical location like most her banshee moments. She was connected to where he was mentally and emotionally.

In 3a we watch Lydia literally kiss Stiles because she was so freaked over his pain she didn't know what else to do. There's very little evidence that holding your breath would help someone with panic attack, and doing something even more surprising and making his heart rate spike probably wasn't the best method of helping. However, she wasn't thinking. She acted like she was because she's Lydia. But Lydia kissed him because it was instinct, because they have a connection, and when they pulled apart her face said so many things. All of which pointed to love, not indifference.

Lydia's love for Stiles was slow and gradual. That was the point. Their connection led to her love for him, and I think Stiles' love for her led to their connection.

Most importantly, after episodes upon episodes I could name of them worrying for each other, (for Lydia making it clear she doesn't want a serious relationship with anyone after Jackson, after clear flirting with Parrish because well Stiles had moved on in her eyes and also they could relate to each other on another level - plus he was hot I meaaaaan) after episodes of them holding hands, after episodes of them going to each other for comfort first, after episodes upon episodes of them looking at each other like they hung the moon and stars, and episodes upon episodes of a drift between them that was not just hard for us to watch, but clearly hard for the characters to endure, we finally get s5. How could anyone watch this season and say Lydia didn't have feelings for Stiles?

Before then I get it, it was all subtext. But s5 literally had Lydia and Parrish always flirting, but Lydia never taking any initiative. S5 has Stiles and Lydia teaming up again, and constant worrying for each other. S5 has Lydia being taken to Eichen House and Stiles rescuing her. (Notice how Stiles would do anything to save Lydia, a human, while Parrish, a cop and a hell hound, was iffy on trying to save her). S5 has Lydia in torture and still telling Stiles to go because he could get hurt. S5 has Lydia seeing Stiles come rescue her and her face not screaming thank God I'm saved, but how much she loves him. She looks at him like she had been dreaming of this rescue for weeks, and it felt like a dream. She looked at him like he was the stars and she was the scientist studying them. She looked at him with pure love and admiration. And she still told him it was too dangerous. She still wanted him to be safe before herself.

The rest of the episode is the same way. People act like Lydia realizes she loved Stiles out of nowhere, just all of the sudden in s6. Lydia loved Stiles for a while, stated in s6 that she started having feelings for him in 3a when she kissed him. You can see those feelings when she's jealous of Malia, or worried for Stiles. And you can see her realizing how much she loves him in s5, when he rescues her from Eichen.

The thing is Lydia's character was never the type to be outwardly emotional about that sort of thing. They made it clear the whole show she hated being vulnerable, and Stiles made her feel vulnerable, so she put up her guard when it came to her feelings for him. She also made it clear that Jackson broke her heart and love was hard for her now. He was literally abusive, she needed time. And Stiles knew that. She dated Aiden but it was hardly a relationship at times and she knew that. Yes she cared for him but it was never serious. Yeah she had a crush on Parrish but she never even acted on it because that kind of stuff wasn't her concern and honestly love had been hard for her. But those were crushes, attraction. Lydia could voice she was attracted to a guy. But voicing that she loved them? The last person she told she loved abused her emotionally and physically at times, and then moved off to London. Love wasn't an easy thing to confront.

After he saves her things change between them. Yes they're still friends but their relationship feels different now. More vulnerable. More open. More loving. Once we get to the premiere of s6 we literally find out that they spend most their nights together with Stiles dragging her out of bed for some "supernatural" thing that they both know isn't really anything to concern about. She knows they're not something real, and she goes along with it anyway because it's Stiles and they're both single. God I wish I could have seen that summer of them bickering and flirting all those nights.

They even spend walks outside together apparently, discussing supernatural things as they literally just walk outside during a night time stroll? Like they literally weren't going anywhere. They were just walking together. And their relationship had advanced so much at this point that Stiles had the guts to not only tell her he wanted to kiss her but actually kisses her on her cheek, considering she literally told him not to and he still had the guts to do it anyway. And Lydia's face when he does kiss her on the cheek? It's like a light bulb hits. It's like suddenly she realized she kinds wanted him to kiss her cheek again.

The thing is s6 was setting up for a season of Lydia realizing, fully, that she loved Stiles and that she wanted to be with him. I believe that if Stiles hadn't been taken, the season would have gone down more like a slow burn. Because yes Lydia loved Stiles, but it would take a lot for her to fully admit that. When he tells her he loves her she doesn't say it back, and part of that if because she doesn't have time but a huge part of that is because Lydia is a stubborn ass that had commitment problems and she had a hard time admitting they were true. That she loved Stiles Stilinski. Her best friend.

However, when memories of him are taken, the only thing that's holding onto him for her is their connection and their love for one another.

There's no more doubting-Lydia over Stiles because the only thing that she can remember is that she loves him. Something she always knew, but refused to admit. But now it was all that was left. How was she supposed to know she was supposed to pretend she didn't like him? She couldn't remember that. All she remembered was how he made her feel, and how she felt with him no longer here.

The story line of Lydia and Stiles is literally that Lydia was too stubborn to admit she had feelings for Stiles, feelings that we see glimpses of all the way back to s3, and the only thing that made her admit them was literally everything being stripped away but her feelings.

Lydia Martin was in love with Stiles Stilinski for much longer than just s6. She just needed a push to realize/admit it.

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.60

Word Count: 4,072

Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Chris Argent, Kate Argent, Braeden, Jordan Parrish, Kira Yukimura, Liam Dunbar, Berserkers, Lydia Martin, Malia Hale, Peter Hale, Calaveras, Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, death, fluff, i think that’s all

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“As soon as I figure out what you’re planning, it’s over for you.”

You stood across from Peter, the two of you were upstairs in the loft, away from Derek’s hearing range.

“I’ve got nothing to hide, (Y/N),” he smirked.

“You’re working with Kate!” you exclaimed.

“Technically, I’m not. We had a mutual plan, working to shut down the Deadpool,” he crossed his arms while you rolled your eyes.

“How stupid do you think I am?” you scoffed.

“You know what? Screw this, I’ll just tell Derek that you're working with Kate,” you replied, taking a step back before he stopped you.

“If you tell him that I was working with Kate then I’ll tell him that you’re pregnant,” you froze in your steps, taking a deep breath before you turned to him.

“Werewolves are in the womb for a shorter amount of time. I can already hear a heartbeat,” he leaned against the wall as you clenched your jaw.

You couldn't add to more stress, especially now with Scott and Kira missing.

“Don’t think I’m not watching you,” you replied.

“Oh, I would never,” you could see that stupid cocky grin on his face as you exhaled sharply, walking down the stairs.

You could see Derek leaning against the table, resting his head in his hands. You could tell he was upset, and you could feel his pain.

“Hey,” you said softly, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey,” he put his arm around your waist, pulling you in slightly.

“Are you okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just getting these weapons ready for Mexico,” he replied.

Your face dropped slightly.

“I thought we agreed that you were going to stay here.”

Not this again

“No, you said that. I never replied.”

“Derek, it's not safe,” you ran your fingers through your hair.

“It’s not safe for anyone. But Kira and Scott are gonna die if we don't do something.”

“You could die, though.”

“So could any one of us.”

“Well, I don't care about them, I care about you!” he was surprised when you raised your voice, taking a deep breath.

“They’re your friends, (Y/N),” he put his hand on your cheek, stroking it softly.

“I know, I didn't mean that,” you shook your head.

“If I don't come back then so be it. I’d die for Scott any day,” he replied.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, your eyes watering before you sniffled, shutting them tightly.

“Braeden said she got the van. We’re supposed to meet her downstairs in a few hours,” Derek said.

You nodded your head softly, sitting down next to him on the couch while he laid his head on top of yours, holding you close.

---

“No, I’ve been calling Lydia for a while, she’s just not answering,” you frowned, walking into the garage with Derek and Braeden by your side.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“Lydia isn't picking up. She went to the school to grab something with Kira’s scent,” Stiles explained.

“Well, we can’t wait for her,” Derek said.

“How about she meets us on the road?” you suggested.

“No, we can’t just leave her alone,” Stiles shook his head.

“I’ll text Mason. He’s probably at school anyway, I’ll tell him to look for Lydia,” Liam asked.

Stiles sighed, before nodding his head.

“What’s the worst Kate can do to Scott and Kira?” you could feel Stiles’ anxiety radiating off of him.

“I don’t know,” you replied softly.

“Right… she can’t steal a true alpha’s power, right?” you turned to face Derek, while he shrugged.

“If somehow she was able to turn me 15 again, who knows what she can do to Scott,” he said.

You sighed, rubbing your fingers through your hair.

“Let’s go,” you nodded.

“Okay, yeah I’ll ride with Derek and Liam since I have experience with out-of-control teen wolves,” Stiles nodded.

You rolled your eyes, before turning to Peter, who had a smirk on his face.

“I’m gonna ride with Peter and Malia,” you immediately said.

You could feel Derek giving you a confused look.

“Someone has to keep an eye on him,” you explained.

“I’ll be doing that,” Malia shrugged.

You could feel all eyes on you while you clenched your jaw, looking at Peter’s smirk.

“I thought you hated Peter,” Liam asked.

“I do,” you replied quickly.

“So then just come with us,” Derek raised an eyebrow, immediately suspicious of you.

“Yeah, whatever. Let’s just go,” you avoided eye contact with Derek before making your way to the truck.

You waited for Derek, Liam, and Stiles to sit inside, before you went in beside them. Braeden pulled you over, stopping you.

“What’s the problem?” she asked.

“Peter, we need to keep an eye on him. He’s working with Kate,” you explained quietly.

“Why can’t Derek know?” she asked.

“He's going to want to do something, but I just need to come up with a plan. The only problem is I have no idea what Peter’s planning,” you muttered.

“Okay, we’ll drive behind him. Does that work?” she asked.

“For now,” you nodded.

She walked to the front seat, while you sat across from Liam and Stiles, holding Derek’s hand.

---

“Okay,” you put the lock around the chains, securing them before pulling on them, making sure Liam wouldn't be able to break through them.

“Here,” you saw Derek hand him the triskelion talisman while you gave him a look.

“It’s been in my family for centuries. It’s a very powerful supernatural talisman,” he explained.

Reverse psychology

You were surprised it would work on werewolves but didn't question it.

“Are you okay,” Derek whispered softly to you.

You raised an eyebrow, before nodding your head.

“I don’t need powers to feel the anxiousness radiating off of you.”

You had barely focused on anything that was going on. Most of your energy was focused on making sure you wouldn't get sick on the way and focused on keeping your pregnancy a secret until after Scott, Derek, and Kira were safe.

“I’m fine. Are you okay?” you replied.

He nodded before you put your head on his shoulder.

The car was nearly silent for a few hours, with the occasional words from Stiles, but you could tell he was also scared for Scott's life.

You heard Liam groaning, while you sat up, realizing the moon was up, it was night.

“Okay. Liam, look at the talisman. Each spiral on the triskelion means something, okay?” you tensed slightly as Derek moved closer to Liam, seeing Liam’s eyes glow yellow.

“Alpha, beta, omega. It reminds us that an alpha and fall to a beta, and that a beta can become an alpha,” Derek explained.

“Can an alpha become an omega?” Liam asked.

Derek nodded his head softly.

“Use it as a mantra. Alpha, beta, omega,” Derek said.

“Alpha, beta omega,” Liam repeated.

“Slower,” you said.

“Alpha… beta… omega,” he repeated slower.

He shut his eyes tightly, while you saw him digging his nails into his hands.

“It’s not working!” he yelled.

“Keep trying,” you said.

You felt the entire van shake, while Braeden swerved slightly. Liam broke from his handcuffs, immediately attacking Derek.

“Prohibe.”

Your eyes were purple as you pushed Liam aside, using all your strength to pin Liam down.

“Liam! Focus!” you yelled.

“Well, it’s clearly not working,” Stiles exclaimed.

“Do you have any better mantras?!” you yelled.

He sighed, before frowning.

“Yeah, I do actually.”

“Colligationem,” Stiles made his way next to Liam.

“Liam, what are three things that cannot long be hidden?” Stiles asked.

You felt Liam digging his claws into your arm as you winced, taking shaky breaths.

“Liam! What are three things that cannot long be hidden?” Stiles asked again.

“The sun, the moon, the truth,” you felt Liam release his grip on you as you let out a deep breath.

You heard Liam continue to repeat it, before his eyes reverted back to his normal color, falling to his side.

You broke the spell from him, stumbling back.

“(Y/N),” Derek put his hand on your arm, examining your wounds.

“I'm sorry, (Y/N),” you could hear the weakness in Liam’s voice as you shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it, kiddo,” you watched as you slowly healed, while Derek frowned.

“How did you do that?” he whispered.

“A spell,” you started.

“You can't heal yourself with magic,” he replied.

“Derek,” you shook your head.

“I’m not an idiot, I know you’ve been hiding something from me,” he replied softly.

You could see Stiles and Liam looking at the two of you while you sighed.

“Can we talk about this later?” 

“Who knows if later is even gonna come?” 

You frowned, looking up at him.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Forget I said anything,” he scoffed.

“Derek,” you put your hand on his shoulder while he scooted away from you.

You put your hands on your head, looking outside the window.

---

The past few hours were silent, while you bounced your leg, biting the skin around your nails.

You felt the van come to a halt, seeing La Iglesia outside the window.

Derek stepped out first, seeing him being pulled out of the van while you jumped, hearing him yell out.

You ran out of the van in fear, feeling your heart racing as you saw a berserker holding down Derek, running its bone fist through Derek.

“Repellunt,” your tears were at bay as you used your magic to pull the berserker off of Derek, pulling Braeden’s gun from her while firing repeatedly at the berserker.

You watched as it ran away, your tears falling freely as your heart began to ache, seeing Derek slumped over across from you.

You ran to him, throwing the shotgun down, putting your hand over Derek’s wounds.

“I-I can heal you. J-Just give me a second,” you could hear his shaky breathing as blood continued to fall out of his wounds.

“Instaurabo,” your eyes were purple, while you put your hands on his wounds. 

Nothing happened, while you continued to try, your tears blurring your vision.

“(Y/N),” you heard Derek groan.

“I don't know why it’s not working,” you continued to repeat the spell.

“(Y/N),” he said again, slightly strained.

“You guys, go in. Find Scott and Kira. Save them. I’m right behind you,” you watched as Stiles hesitated, before nodding his head.

“Save him, (Y/N),” you heard Stiles say before he, Malia, Peter, and Liam ran into the church.

“(Y/N),” Braeden put her hand on your shoulder.

“Do you have a first aid kit?” you asked.

She shook her head no.

“I-It’s fine. I just have to clear my mind,” the thought of losing Derek like this stuck in your head, while his blood covered your shaking hands.

“Looks like Lydia was right after all,” Derek laughed softly, before you heard him coughing, blood coming out of his mouth.

“No, you’re not dying like this,” your voice wavered as you looked down at him.

He put his hand on top of yours while more and more tears rushed down your face.

“You need to go help Stiles,” he said softly.

“I’m not leaving you,” a small cry fell from your lips before you bit them, taking a deep breath.

“You need to,” he said.

You cried softly, shutting your eyes.

“I can’t do this without you,” you cried.

You saw his eyes water slightly as he sniffled.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“No,” you shook your head, pressing your hands onto his wound tightly as he groaned.

“We can still save you,” you continued to press onto the wound and he yelled out in pain.

“(Y/N), I’m begging you to stop,” he said.

“No, you're not dying!” you yelled.

“Braeden,” you heard Derek say.

You felt her pull on your arm while you pushed her off.

“I love you,” he said softly.

“I love you too, Derek. Please, let me try,” you begged.

“We’re not alone,” you heard Braeden say as you tried to hold back your tears.

“Okay, we’re going to split up. Take a shotgun,” she motioned as you shook your head.

“What about Derek?” you said.

“If you don't leave him, all three of us are going to end up dead.” 

Your hands were shaking as you took Derek’s gun out of his pocket.

“Shoot anything that moves,” he nodded his head while you stood up shakily.

Your heart was aching fiercely as you took deep breaths. You felt an overwhelming sense of anger taking over you. Kate did this to him, and you were going to make her pay.

---

You walked around the building, keeping your eyes out for any sign of anyone or anything. You heard a noise, peeking over a corner to see Kate making her way with a berserker next to her.

You aimed the shotgun at the berserker, firing rapidly, yet seeing no effect on it. You heard the shotgun click, as all the bullets laid on the floor.

You saw the berserker charging towards you as you pulled out your gun, aiming it at the berserker to try and phase it, but nothing happened.

“Obice,” you formed a barrier around yourself, jumping slightly as the berserker hit it, trying to break through.

You felt it break through as you stumbled backward, while it put its hands around your throat, pushing your back against the wall as you struggled for your breath.

You tried to pull it off of you, only for its grip to get tighter.

“You know I wouldn't want to hurt a pregnant woman. You’re making this hard on me,” you could hear her taunting voice as your eyes watered slightly.

“Then do it. Kill me. You already killed Derek. Kill me too,” you saw her frown slightly, before shaking her head.

“I didn't do anything to him,” you felt slightly dizzy before hearing a gunshot from beside you, aiming at Kate.

She groaned while the berserker took its grip off of your neck, as you gasped for air.

“(Y/N),” Parrish ran to you, helping you up.

You noticed more and more cars pull up near you, seeing Chris walking to you. You tensed slightly, seeing Araya walking next to him.

The Calaveras

---

You heard guns firing continuously at Kate and the berserkers as you ran to Derek.

“Look, we have help now. They must have something we can use to save you,” the tears never left your eyes as he looked at you, a soft smile on his face.

“Thank you for making life worth living,” you felt like your heart was about to burst from your chest as you shook your head.

“No, Derek,” he closed his eyes, while you heard his last breath fall from his mouth, seeing his body stop moving.

“Derek, wake up. Get up, p-please,” you cried, wrapping your arms around his limp body.

You gasped for air, shutting your eyes tightly as you pulled him in, your body shaking with each sob.

---

“We’re almost out of ammo,” your eyes were bloodshot, your jaw clenched as you stood next to Parrish, keeping your eyes on Kate as you continued to fire at her.

“Screw this,” you threw the gun onto the floor, running to Kate.

“Hold your fire! Stop!” you heard Chris yelling, while you continued running to Kate, wrapping your arms around her neck tightly.

“You're gonna pay!” you yelled, your eyes glowing purple.

“If you kill me you’ll just turn into a demon again. Is that really what you want, (Y/N)?” her voice was strained as you tightened your grip on her neck.

“I don’t care!” you shouted.

You could feel the life leaving her body.

“(Y/N), let her go. You don't want to do this again,” you heard Chris approaching you as you clenched your jaw, pressing down on Kate.

“(Y/N) you don't want to go down this path again,” Chris warned.

“She killed Derek. She has to pay,” a tear fell from your face while Kate smirked.

“You’re not as strong as you think you are, (Y/N),” her eyes flashed a dark green before she growled, striking your face.

She pushed you down, before wrapping her hands around your neck.

“You were so close. Say hi to Derek in hell for me, okay?” you heard a gunshot, seeing Kate getting pushed off you while a yellow bullet flew into her arm.

Yellow wolfsbane

Chris pulled you up.

“Let me take care of her, (Y/N),” Chris shook his head. 

Kate grabbed a gun from her pocket, aiming it at you as she stood up.

Before you processed it, you heard a sound, a wolf howling.

You tensed as the wolf charged towards Kate, pushing her over and attacking her.

“Back up,” Chris pushed you back slightly, while you continued to watch as the wolf attacked Kate.

Your eyes went wide, watching as the wolf shifted into something else, into someone else.

Derek stood in front of you, looking down at Kate as you gasped, tears of joy rushing down your face.

He turned to face you while you ran to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly.

“I wasn’t dying, I was evolving,” he said softly.

“So much for no Pokémon, yeah?” you put your hands on his face, putting your forehead on his.

“Shut up,” he scoffed, putting his hands on either side of your face, before pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Oh my god,” you let out a breath of relief, tightening your grip on him.

“I love you so much,” you said softly.

“I love you too, (Y/N/N),” you closed your eyes softly before gasping, remembering the rest of them.

“Scott!” you yelled out.

You turned to Chris, who nodded his head.

“Go save him. I’ll take care of Kate,” you nodded softly before the two of you ran into the church.

---

“Where the hell are they?!” the two of you ran into the church frantically, looking for any sign of Scott or Stiles, or any of them.

“I can hear them… they're this way,” Derek continued to lead you further into the church.

“You have your powers back,” you said.

“Yeah, I feel better than ever,” your eyes widened, seeing Kira, Stiles, Liam, and Malia all laying on the floor, while Scott was pinned down by Peter.

Something was different, he wasn't just a werewolf anymore. He changed too.

“Traho,” you pulled Peter off of Scott, while Derek wrapped his arms around him, restraining him.

“It’s nice to see you’ve got your strength back, Derek,” Peter said, letting out a bitter laugh.

“Was this your plan all along? To kill Scott?” you scoffed.

“He doesn't deserve to be an alpha,” he barked while Derek tightened his grip.

“You don’t either. You’re a monster, Peter,” you spat.

Scott walked shakily in front of Peter, his eyes glowing red.

He swung his fist, while you looked at him in surprise, seeing Peter collapse onto the floor, unconscious.

“I don't think I’ve ever seen you knock out someone like that,” you said.

“Oh, shut up,” he wrapped his arms around you and Derek, while Derek tensed, before hugging Scott back.

“What happened to you?” Scott asked Derek.

“I’m okay,” Derek nodded, a small smile on his face.

You walked to Liam and Malia, helping them up while Scott helped Kira.

“I feel like I broke something,” Stiles muttered.

You scoffed, while the six of you hugged each other tightly.

Scott tensed, before looking up.

“I hear something,” Scott said.

Derek frowned, before raising an eyebrow.

“There's only seven of us here,” he said.

You frowned slightly, confused.

“I hear it too,” Malia nodded.

“Hear what?” Stiles asked.

“The extra heartbeat,” you bit your lip slightly, giving a look to Derek, trying to find the words to say.

“It’s coming from right here. Is there someone under us?” Liam asked.

“Guys,” you said softly.

“We’ll split up,” Derek held your hand before you shook your head.

“Guys,” you raised your voice, while the rest of them turned back to look at you.

“There’s no one else here,” you said.

“What do you mean?” you turned to face Derek, while he frowned.

The rest of the pack kept their eyes on you while you took a deep breath.

Just say it

You gave Derek a nervous smile, before scratching the back of your head.

“(Y/N),” Derek put his hand on your shoulder.

“T-The heartbeat is coming from… our kid…” your voice trailed off while you saw Derek’s face drop, hearing the rest of the pack yelling.

“You’re pregnant?! Is that why you’ve been acting like a bitch to me?!” Stiles exclaimed.

“How are you pregnant? I-I mean, well, I know the how but like… what?” Scott was baffled, shaking his head.

You continued to look at Derek, trying to get a reaction.

“Are you upset?” you heard the rest of the pack’s voices die down.

“Guys… give us a moment alone,” you felt your heart racing as Derek motioned for the rest of them to leave you two, taking Peter with them.

They nodded, walking out while he put his hand on your cheek.

“Did you want kids?” he asked softly.

“No, I-I mean raising a kid in this life… it isn’t safe, and-” 

“Hey,” he put his hands on either sides of your face, wiping away the tears you didn't know you had.

“It doesn't matter if I want a kid, it isn't safe,” you shook your head.

“If you want kids, we will figure this out and we will be safe. So, do you want kids?” he asked again.

You nodded softly, while he wrapped his arms around you tightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“It looks like we’re having a kid,” he pressed his forehead against yours as you let out a shaky breath, laughing softly.

“How are we gonna do this?” you cried softly.

“All I know is that we can figure this out, together,” you nodded, while he continued to hug you tightly.

“I am more than happy to have this kid with you. I love you, (Y/N), and I’m going to love this kid too.”

He put his hands on your waist while you put yours around his neck.

“I don't know how I thought you were going to react,” you shook your head.

“Well, I wouldn't have control over this. The best I can do is support the woman I love,” he said softly.

“I'm lucky to have you,” you put your head on his.

“Well, I have a badass girlfriend who fought a bunch of berserkers, hunters, and Kate Argent while being pregnant. So, which one of us is really the lucky one?” you smirked softly while he put his arm around your shoulder, the two of you walking out of the church.

---

“I promised Araya that I would go back with them after this, and help them,” you stood next to Chris, the two of you outside of the church.

It was bright outside, the sun was shining. To anyone else, it would look like a picture perfect scene.

“When will you come back to Beacon Hills?” you asked.

“I don’t know yet. Not for a while,” he shook his head.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, feeling tears come to your eyes as you blinked them back.

“Thank you for everything, Chris. I-I don’t know what I’d be without you,” you felt him pause, before hugging you tighter.

“I love you, kiddo,” you pulled away from him, seeing him crying as you laughed softly, wiping away your tears.

“Stay safe. Don't get yourself killed,” you said softly.

“Same to you. You have your own family now. You need to be careful,” you nodded, while he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You watched as he walked away, getting into the van as Derek walked to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek before he put his arm around your shoulder.

You watched as the van drove off, before turning to Derek.

“Ready to go home?” he asked softly.

You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder before the two of you made your way to the van. The rest of the pack was already waiting, as Derek held your hand tightly, pressing a small kiss to it.

“I love you, (Y/N/N),” he said softly.

“I love you too.”

[writingsbychlo]

💭 I wonder if you can write one with Stiles. Something like angst to fluff. They're not friends but she's in the pack. Something happens and they got scared and stuck together somewhere. “Are we going to die?” “If we die just know I love you.” “I don’t think I can do this without you.”

Something like that 😝🤭

i started writing this as a blurb before realising you wanted headcanons lmao my bad

no more requests, the sleepover is over! I am just filling out all the ones left in my inbox!

not getting along with stiles at all

he's anxious and doesn't trust too easily, you get that

but when he was still giving you the cold shoulder after months, you got tired of trying to win him over

so you stopped

it became easier to snark back than it was to just bite your tongue

it brought you a little satisfaction every time he got that look on his face when he had nothing left to say, and you got the final word in

but, deep down, there was always something nagging

something that cut a little deeper, because you didn't get why he didn't like you

there was a lot about him to dislike. he was kinda rude, and sarcastic at all the wrong times, and very opinionated

but there was a lot to like too

he was caring to the others, you'd seen it, and he was funny, as well as incredibly smart. he was thoughtful and loyal and handsome, and-

and you just didn't get it. so, you tried not to think about it too much.

maybe it was because you weren't lydia martin, or malia tate, because they never got this kind of treatment

but, you were damn good at research, and so was stiles, and that usually meant a lot of begrudging team-ups.

"look, I can't do this without you, alright? so just get dressed, I'm already on my way."

and then he hung up, and just like that, stiles stilinski expected you to be at his beck and call.

that was how you'd find yourself sitting in his car that night, staring out of the windows and sipping on a now cold coffee from the mcdonalds drive through, barely able to see anything

"what exactly are we doing, stiles? it's been hours. a lot of your stakeouts lately haven't lead to anything. I think you're losing your touch."

and his cheeks are a little red, the music playing quietly in the background, and he shrugs.

"better safe than sorry, right? just chasing leads, and stuff."

"lotta' dead leads. but, I suppose so."

"wanna' play a game while we wait?"

"sure."

stiles forcing you to get your phone out to download an app he swore would be fun.

shifting to face one another a little more, his arm brushing against yours as you both lean on the armrest in the of your seats.

"look, while we're here, there's something I kinda need to tell you."

and then there's a finger brushing very lightly over the back of your hand, and you can't help but twitch, and you're looking up at him

he's so fucking close, you can practically taste the sugar on his lips of the donut he ate hours ago

that look you've been seeing a lot lately is back, and you've no idea what it means, but he's close

like he's practically glowing

in fact, it kinda looks like he's being haloed

and he's licking at his lips but something behind him is glowing, and your eyes go wider

"stiles.."

"no, wait, i know you think i hate you, but-"

"no, stiles, what the hell is that?"

and he fucking curses under his breath as you both get out of the car

"should I call scott?"

"probably!"

and there's the stressed and snippy stiles you're used to

as you call, he's wandering off into the woods, and what are you supposed to do? let him wander off alone and die?

so, you call scott, and send a text to malia, and then you follow him

which, turns out to be a monumentally bad decision

because one moment you can see by the moonlight, just about

but then your phone dies, which is odd, because it was almost fully charged

and so does stiles'

and the deeper into the woods you get the darker it gets, and no matter what directions you walk in, it doesn't seem to get lighter

like you're walking in a maze instead of going back the way you came

and you were fucking terrified because there were noises, and you couldn't see the glowing anyone that you'd seen in the sky

you can barely even see stiles in front of you

and those noises are back, a little clearer around you, like voices chanting

it feels like there are hands on your body, but there's no one there, like something pulling you back into the darkness

but he seems totally unaffected

his hand is on your cheek and he's making you look at him but his words are silent as his mouth moves, all you can hear is the whispering getting louder into chants of words you still don't understand

so you try to read his lips

and it's something about mind games, something about the nogitsune, and something about focus

but how the hell are you supposed to focus, because it's too much

it's too much, it's shouting now, like having headphones turned on too loud, like lydia screaming right beside your ear, and being unable to turn it off

it hurts

and then, it's a little bit clearer

stiles's hands sliding down your arms, fingertips smoothing over your palms before his hands are linking to your own, and his forehead is pressed to your own

and it gets a little quieter

he pulls you closer, and you can hear the rasp of his breathing now, his mouth near your ear, arms wrapping little tighter around you as he holds you against him

"focus on my voice, okay? just stay with me."

"stiles, what the hell is happening?"

"nothing, to me. but, I think that's because after the nogitsune, nothing has been able to get into my head like that. I don't know what's happening to you, but I got you, okay? just hang on."

"are we gonna' die?"

"not before I get to tell you I love you when you're not crying."

and you didn't even know that you were crying, but now that you thought about it, you could feel the aching pain in your throat and the burn of your eyes

"you hear me? you stick with me, because even if you reject me, I need that closure. don't you dare die on me, okay?"

and then there was a weak laugh from you, and the beat of your heart thudding against your chest, terrifying you at the strength of it

"I won't reject you. promise."

"good to know." he'd mumble, right next to your ear, before dipping down to press a kiss to your cheek, nose bumping yours

but then it's getting louder again, and stronger, and you can't take it

the last thing you hear is your name, before it's fading away, and your knees are buckling, everything fading to black

when you wake up, it's in your own bed

and it's light outside again

the ache from your head is gone, and the smell of herbal tea is drifting through the house, the teabags you'd recently ordered

you're a little weak as you go down the stairs, and before you even reach the bottom, you can feel the eyes of every wolf in the house

"who's using my new teabags before I even tried them?"

and it's lydia, the clanging of a spoon against the ceramic mug sides, and she smirks a little at you when you reach the bottom of the stairs.

your throat is sore and your whole body aches, and everyone is staring at you with varying levels of relief, love and curioisty

and as your eyes moved over them all, stiles is standing at the back of your living room, red-rimmed eyes and a watery smile as his shoulders sag

it takes him only a second to cross the room, and there's different degrees of shock as his body collides with your own, arms wrapping around you tightly, pulling you into him

liam is lost, scot is chuckling, and that smirk is still on lydia's face

"are you okay?" he's whispered, your arms coming up to hold him just as tightly as you nod "i was so fucking scared."

"that thing you told me last night. tell me again."

and he pulls back, splotches of deep red on his cheeks and his lips part, your finger covering them a second before he spoke. "later, when we're alone."

but then your finger is under his chin, pulling him a little closer, and he all but squeaks when your lips brush his.

"you'll like the response you get. promise."

[moonylantsovs]

Habits [ I.L ]

request: Hey! I love your writing! Could you do a enemies to lovers fic with Isaac, with a bit of mutual pining (you know I love my fluff ) thanks so much!! :)

summary: Isaac Lahey moving into your house and becoming a part of your pack has been everything but great. After months of arguing and pinning after each other, you finally find common ground.

pairings: Isaac Lahey x Hale!reader

warnings: angst, fluff, swearing

"God, you're such an asshole!"

"I'm an asshole?! Well then you're a selfish, egoistic bitch!" Isaac yelled back as you rushed down the stairs.

You turned back to glare at him "Wow, real mature Lahey."

This wasn't anything new. Whenever Derek walked out of the loft, you and Isaav would be up each other's throats. It's been like that ever since he turned and started living with you and your older brother.

You only saw him as a cocky little bastard who your older brother took pity on. That boy has been nothing but trouble for you since the second Derek turned him. You basically had to babysit him in school to make sure he doesn't fuck something up and guess what? He got arrested the first day so you had to get him out of jail too.

His attitude towards you wasn't making the situation any better. He couldn't care less that you were his Alpha's little sister. He just waited for an opportunity to get on your nerves. You seriously didn't know why, maybe it was because of his newfound confidence or just because he was bored.

But you couldn't stand it.

"I feel really sorry for Derek, you know." Isaac said after a few minutes of us yelling at each other "Out of everyone in your family that died in the fire, you're the only one that's left so he has to take care of you. I bet he can't wait for you to leave for college or something just so you can give him a break."

In a blink of an eye, you turned around an slapped him so hard there was a red print left that still hasn't healed. You glared at him "I hate you."

You quickly made your way out of the loft not allowing the tears to fall down until you were far enough to know Isaac couldn't hear you crying.

He knew he went too far, you always got sensitive whenever someone mentioned the fire and he understood that, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize because of his ego. He had a crush on you since you first came to school during sophmore year. You two were never really friends, mostly because you hung out with people like Lydia Martin and spent most of your time making sure Scott McCall and his sarcastic best friend stayed out of trouble.

Not that he would admit it to enyone but he still liked you. Well that is, when you weren’t yelling at him. But he did, He also very much knew why he acted the way he did. He thought that his feelings would go away and he wouldn’t have to hide the fact that he was in love with his alpha’s little sister. 

But no matter how much time they spent yelling at each other or throwing sarcastic comments to each other during pack meetings. He couldn’t shake those feeling away.

Becuase he was completely and uterly in love with (Y/N) Hale, and he knew it.

-

You shut your locker so hard the sound echoed the school halls, but you didn't care, you were pissed.

Lydia gave you a look "What's up with you?" she paused before smirking "Let me guess...Lahey?"

"Don't say his name." you trew her a glare making her raise her hands in mock surrender.

"I'm just saying, you should just get over it and hook up, I can't handle the sexual tension anymore and I'm sure the rest of the pack feels the same way." she shrugged making you grimace and murm 'ew'.

Your best friend scoffed "You don't have to pretend around me, it's kind of obvious."

"What is?" you asked, genuinely confused.

She twirled a peace of her strawberry-blonde hair around her fingers "That you're completely in love with each other?"

You gave her an innocent look "I thought that was you and Stiles."

Lydia opened and closed her mouth a couple of times before choking out "I don't know what you're talking about."

Her words made you snort "Whatever. I have to go, I don't wanna be late to detention. You know how big of a dick Harris is."

"You can't change the subject!"

You pouted "I'm not. I just really have to go."

-

Once you made into detention, you took your seat near the back, next to the windows. But what you didn't expect was for Isaac to come in a minute later and to sit in the seat behind you making you roll your eyes.

Mr. Harris started assigning stuff for everyone to do. When he came to your table, he looked between you and Isaac "You two are cleaning the janitor's closet."

You narrowed your eyes before getting up pointing at Isaac with your finger and whispering "Does it gave to be with him?"

Knowing fully well he could hear every word you said, you could basically hear him rolling his eyes.

Your teacher shook his head "Now that I know you prefer not to. Yes."

You glared after him as you watched him leave before you turned to the beta behind you "Let's just get this over with."

He rolled his eyes but still followed you to the janitor's closet. When you stepped inside you told him "You clean the left side, I'll clean the right one."

Isaac made a show of crossing his arms over his chest "What if I want to clean the right side?"

"Then you're gonna have to suck it up." you snapped making him shut up and turn to his side of the closet.

After a few minutes of silence, Isaac decided to speak up "So...why do you hate me so much?"

"Hate is a strong words, Lahey." you shrugged "I just strongly dislike you."

He furrowed his eyebrows "But why?"

"Because you're an asshole to me half the time. Not to mention you're cocky and too full of yourself." you said not looking up from the boxes you were going through.

He clenched his jaw. It was obvious he messed up any chance he had with you because of his huge ego and his lack of ability to talk to girls he actually liked. He didn't have any problems wihile flirting with random girls in school that he had no idea who they were. But you were different.

So he said the first thing that came to his mind "Well maybe I wouldn't be an asshole if you weren't always such a bitch."

Isaac heard you scoff under you breath and whisper a quiet 'of course' he was only able to pick up on because of his supernatural hearing.

Before they could start arguing again, the closet door slammed shut making Isaac stiffen while you let out an irritated sigh.

You went to open the door, but it didn't budge. It still didn't budge when you tried to break it open so you realized someone must have put something over it.

The Alpha twins.

You were so focused on the door you didn't even notice the drastic change in Isaac's behavior. So when you turned around, you didn't expect to find him scrunched in the closet corner repeating the word 'no' over an over again.

Your whole expression softened at the boy's panicked expression so you kneeled in front of him "Isaac, listen to me. You're gonna be fine."

When he kept shaking you cupped his cheeks "He's not here to hurt you anymore. He's gone. You're safe now. No one's gonna hurt you."

He seemed to calm down a bit because his claws were gone and his eyes stopped glowing but he was still shaking. You didn't know what you were doing, but without thinking, you pulled the boy to your chest and shushed him.

You felt him wrap his arms around your waist and quietly cry in the crook of your neck, while you cooed in his ear.

It took him a minute but he eventually calmed down. Even though he was calm, he still had his arms around your waist an whispered "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to apologize, we all have our moments."

He shook his head "I'm talking about being an asshole to you. I'm sorry."

"Yeah, well I'm sorry too. I was kind of a bitch." you admitted.

"Kind of." he teased making you snort as you both pulled away and leaned on your own sides of the closet wall.

"You know maybe you aren't that bad." you said after a while of silence.

Isaac turned to you with a small smirk "That's probably the nicest thing you ever said to me, Hale."

"Don't make me regret it."

A/N: I hope this turned out how you wanted. I'm thinking about writing a part two.

[iseultandtristan]

I feel like we need to give more props to teen wolf for absolutely nailing parent child relationships. it’s one of my favorite things about the show. the four mains are pretty much living in single parent households and their relationships with their parents are never minimized. so many teen shows act like parents don’t exist and aren’t important in kids lives but teen wolf does such a beautiful job with these relationships, like I could probably write an essay on each of the main’s relationships with their parents. there’s just so much to say and I literally love all of them: mama mccall and scott, sheriff and stiles, allison and chris, lydia and natalie. some of my absolute all time favorite scenes from the show are scenes between these characters. 

just to say a bit about each one:

Mama McCall is pretty much everyone’s mom and it’s awesome. Not only is she just a bamf in life and death situations and just all around best nurse in beacon hills but also a phenomenal life coach. like she gives scotty boy some great advice on love and relationships. and also, her relationship with scott is just so genuine, there’s so much authenticity about their situation. I just feel like they are really well done single parenthood representation.

sheriff and stiles. oof. where to begin? probably my favorite parent-child relationship in tv if im being honest. every scene with them is just phenomenal. sheriff is really protective over stiles but stiles is really protective over sheriff too. they take care of each other as stiles would say. and something I love about the show is that, oftentimes, stiles’ main motivating factor is protecting his dad. they pretty much got each other and that’s it and they know that and they value that. they’re also one of the best comedic duos on the show (which is saying something because there really are so many great comedic pairings on this show). stiles isn’t an easy kid to raise, let’s be honest. he causes a fair amount of trouble, he’s got severe adhd and anxiety and sometimes it’s hard and their relationship strains but at the end of the day sheriff loves stiles more than anything in the world and honestly I might just make another post listing all my fav sheriff and stiles scenes because there are SO many great ones. 

Allison and Chris. Oh boy. I love them, I really do. What I really love is how much a partnership they become. Chris teaches Allison how to be fighter but Allison teaches Chris what to fight for (we protect those who cannot protect themselves) and he carries that with him always. Their dynamic in s3 is god tier. When Allison tells her father how proud she is of them (shortly before she dies) I sob like a baby. 

Lydia and Natalie. Here’s the thing. Of the core four, we probably get the least amount of like big, moving scenes between these two. but their bond is ABSOLUTELY still there. like all things with miss Lydia Martin, it’s a read between the lines kind of thing. Lydia is someone that is pretty reserved with her emotions so I think when it comes to how she feels about the people she loves, you have to pay close attention. we know that Lydia doesn’t have much of a relationship with her father. he’s in season 1 for like two scenes (and we can glean that her parents do not get along) but by season 4 it’s pretty clear that it’s basically Lydia and her mom against the world. when Lydia talks about her family having money issues it appears that they aren’t getting any financial support from her father so it’s really just her and her mom trying to stay afloat together. Lydia’s mom definitely makes some mistakes (sending her to eichen obviously) but she really does love her daughter and just wants her to be safe. some of my fav scenes for them include the one after Lydia is almost strangled to death and she tells her mom she doesn’t need to hide the bruises (but of course they still do her hair!), the scene after the gang saves lyds from eichen and her mom shows up at deaton’s and lyds’ quiet/surprised “mom?”, and also the scene after the chemical? attack where everyone at the school is getting sick (I think it’s 4x07) and when Lydia sees her mom she runs to her and hugs her and her mom just says “im sorry” a bunch of times. they also have some great little bantery bits. not to mention, they’re easily the two most fashionable people in beacon hills.

[when-they-write-stuff]

Just Ten Years

pairing: sterek

wc: 4020

notes: angst, happy ending, fluff

Ten years.

Ten years was exactly how long Stiles had gone without thinking about Derek Hale. He’d like to say for the record that none of this was out of the blue. Sure, Stiles had long since gotten over leather jackets and overly-expressive eyebrows. Sure, he had a job and a life in Beacon Hills now, and he was doing completely fine on his own.

Sure, things were perfect. Everything was perfect.

And it had been ten years.

That’s how long it had been since Stiles was a stupid teenager daydreaming about blazing red eyes or startling blue ones. He was living his own life now. And he had completely moved on from everything that had been his life before he graduated; the supernatural, the pain, the death.

Of course, certain things still came around. But every time they were taken care of, Stiles tried to pretend like he’d moved on from all of that too.

It started with a high school reunion.

Stiles didn’t actually plan on going. Not at first, thank you very much. Because everyone he’d ever gotten close to from high school was either dead, supernatural, or both, and if that wasn’t a mood ruiner, then what was? 

No, Stiles had planned on holing himself in his apartment not ten miles from his dad’s house and then maybe dropping by later that night to make sure his dad hadn’t ordered in pizza when he’d through he was safe.

But then Derek Hale had walked right back into his life.

Rude, right?

Stiles had always thought coffee shops were a sacred place. He thought the only good thing about being an adult was no one could tell you how much caffeine you were allowed and because of that, coffee shops were sacred. They were safe.

Derek Hale totally invaded his coffee shop.

Okay, to be fair, Stiles didn’t think the man had done anything on purpose. But there was this place near the Sheriff’s station where Stiles always did coffee rounds for the other deputies and until a fateful Friday, it had always been his safe place. He was good friends with the waitresses and occasionally, he got a free muffin. It was as good a place as any to get late-night work done, especially when his dad had kicked him out of the station for not ‘sleeping enough’ or whatever.

So to say Stiles had never expected to see the leather-jacketed back in front of him was an understatement. And it took him far too long to recognize Derek Hale.

Derek turned around first.

Stiles was minding his own business, desperately trying to pretend like Lydia wasn’t blowing up his phone with death threats if he didn’t show up to the reunion. He wasn’t sure why she was going to be honest, though he thought it might have to do with Jackson’s possible return. Or maybe she just wanted to flaunt her well-earned success; and he really couldn’t blame her. Some people would have things to flaunt.

Stiles was just terrified about who else might show up.

He hadn’t talked to Scott in years.

By the time Stiles had effectively dodged all her questions and realized the line wasn’t moving, he never expected to look up into grey-green eyes. And for a moment, Stiles honestly thought he was dreaming.

It wouldn’t be the first time Stiles thought he recognized an unfortunate green-eyed or leather-jacketed stranger on the street. It would be the first time he wasn’t wrong, though.

“D-Derek?”

The moment he said the name, Stiles clamped his mouth shut. Because no way. No way in hell this was Derek Hale standing in front of him. Stiles was struck by painfully familiar memories of a man’s sad smile and small wave, and then he was stumbling back, turning toward the coffee shop door and making a beeline for it as fast as he could.

He made it to the sidewalk, but not beyond that.

The moment a hand caught his shoulder, Stiles swung right back around and shoved Derek away. He thought that as unfair, maybe. The flash of hurt across Derek’s face definitely was. But then it was gone as fast as it had been there and all Stiles could do was stare.

Derek looked… different.

His stubble was more of a beard, Stiles thought. The leather jacket was still the same, but Stiles didn’t know if it was possible for the man to ever get rid of it. Derek’s hands were shoved into his pockets and he was looking at Stiles like he’d seen a ghost, which was also totally unfair.

For a moment, all Stiles could do was stare. Then he clenched his jaw and turned away again.

In ten years, Stiles would like to say he’d never thought about Derek Hale. He’d gotten over leather jackets and overly-expressive eyebrows. He’d like to say all of that.

But dammit, it was such a lie.

“Stiles? Stiles, wait!”

There was a hand on his shoulder again and Stiles cursed. Yanking away, he turned down the nearest alley and the second Derek followed, he had the man slammed against the wall, something that sent him back so many years, Stiles nearly yanked right back away again.

Derek’s eyes flashed blue, but the man just stared. Stiles would like to say he’d grown into himself more over the past few years. They were the same height now and Stiles didn’t feel like that scrawny buzz-cut teenager that had been in a reversed position so many years ago.

No, this was different. And this time, Stiles was the pissed off one.

“What,” he said, glaring. “The hell are you doing here?”

Derek raised an eyebrow and Stiles really hated how the man had deemed them a point of conversation at some point in their past. Even if Stiles had never really forgotten what each stupid eyebrow angle meant.

“Goddammit, Derek,” Stiles said, loosening his grip a little. “What the hell are you doing back in Beacon Hills?”

“Scott called me.”

That was a bit like a punch to the gut. Stiles let go of Derek’s jacket completely and stepped back, breath catching in his throat. But when the man started to move forward, Stiles tensed again, and Derek quickly paused too.

“He said some of the old pack would be in town. For your reunion.”

Dammit.  “Oh.”  Of course, he did.

Stiles hadn’t talked to Scott in a long time. Not after the True Alpha had finished up college in Beacon Hills and taken his pack to New York. Deaton had gone first and Scott had all but followed. For all Stiles knew they were holed up somewhere. Maybe facing fewer threats than they had in Beacon Hills, maybe facing more.

He didn’t really care, Stiles often told himself. He’d his best to distance himself from the supernatural long ago, even if it still sometimes reared its ugly head back in town.

Dammit, why couldn’t Derek’s head be ugly too?

“So this is what,” Stiles said, eyeing the man carefully. “A high school reunion? A pack one? Those left, at least. I can’t believe this is the one thing to bring you back in ten years.”

Derek flinched at that. Stiles hated the flicker of guilt he felt, snuffing it out.

It wasn’t like he’d tried to contact the man after he’d left, except he totally had. But either Derek had changed his number or abandoned his phone altogether because Stiles never got an answer. Or maybe—

“Stiles,” Derek said, breaking through his thoughts. The man looked concerned now. “Stiles, are you okay?”

Stiles didn’t realize he was breathing heavier until he came snapping back to reality. Shaking his head, he rubbed a hand over his face and hoped his panic wasn’t giving him away nearly as bad as he thought it was. “No, yeah, I’m fine. Uh, welcome back.”

He thought if he could turn away, get away, maybe he’d be able to break down without Derek seeing. But then there was that hand on his shoulder and Stiles froze.

“Derek—”

“Your scent is different.”

Slowly, Stiles turned back around. The man’s eyes searched his face, eyebrows knitted together. 

“It’s sharper. Less soft.” Derek’s gaze went down to his uniform and badge. “You’re a deputy now?”

Stiles didn’t answer, studying his face. It’d been dark the last time he’d seen the man. Derek had a bag slung over his shoulder and he had been looking at Stiles just like a few minutes ago. Like he was looking at a memory. A ghost.

The man had nodded and offered a small smile. Waved.

Some part of Stiles had known he wouldn’t be seeing Derek for a long time at that moment, if ever again.

“Stiles?”

“I’ve gotta go,” Stiles said, words shaking. Just a little, which he supposed was more than he could’ve hoped for. Derek’s expression still tightened. “Work.”

“You were going to get a coffee,” the man said, voice soft. If Stiles didn’t know better, he’d almost think Derek’s tone was a little pleading. “Would your father mind if you went into work late?”

“Uh, yeah, he probably would,” Stiles said, and instantly hated himself. He knew his heart skipped a beat. He knew Derek heard it. He could read it on the man’s face.

Stiles still pulled away, turning around. And this time, Derek didn’t a move after him. The man didn’t even say a word.

Ten years and Stiles kind of thought he was an idiot in some ways. When it came to Derek, that is.

Still.

-

Stiles’s dad was a complete traitor.

Stiles managed to get through the whole day without blurting out Derek’s surprising arrival and avoiding conversation regarding the reunion that night. He had done well, dammit. And if Stiles wasn’t so mad at himself, he might’ve been a little proud.

Then Lydia Martin showed up on his doorstep. And Stiles had no doubts as to who had given her the address.

The dress slung over her arm was still in its plastic covering and she had a large enough bag in her other hand that Stiles was a little concerned about what was in there. He didn’t even have the chance to get over his surprise or protest as the woman pushed into his apartment, right around him as Stiles stood there and gaped.

He was so tired of old faces showing up at random times. Derek Hale and Lydia Martin were too much for his brain to handle in the expanse of one day.

“Lyds, Lyds, Lydia, wait,” Stiles said, closing the door and stumbling after her. Lydia had already lain out her dress on the sofa and Stiles knew he was doomed the moment she unzipped the other bag, pulling out a neatly folded bagged suit.

Oh hell, no.

“Lydia, I already told you I’m not going,” Stiles said, to which the red-head fixed him with a look so severe that Stiles remembered why he’d known better than to argue with her in the past.

“You are going, Stiles,” Lydia said, unpacking the rest of her bag. “And you are not going to complain.”

Stiles frowned. “Is this really how you say hello after an entire year?”

Unlike nearly everyone else, Lydia Martin refused to sever all ties when she left Beacon Hills. She came back each year and if Stiles was honest, he thought that kept him sane sometimes. Because they’d faced the same things together and Stiles didn’t feel nearly as crazy when he got lost in old memories with her at his side.

Still, he would have rathered her visit been like usual this year.

“Hello, Stiles,” Lydia said, kissing him on the cheek. Stiles deflated a little at that.

“But I don’t want to go, Lyds,” he said, pretty sure he sounded as pitiful as he thought. “I mean, come on, do you really want to see everyone again?”

“Actually, I do.”

“Even the people who weren’t werewolves or other supernatural things?”

She gave him a flat, ‘no more questions’ look, and Stiles sighed, sinking onto the arm of the couch.

“Derek’s in town too.”

Stiles kind of hated how good that felt to get off his shoulders. Except then Lydia gave him a sharp look, eyes bright with interest, and Stiles regretted everything. But it was too late as she moved closer, studying his face. And Stiles had always been a terrible liar when it came to Lydia Martin.

“He is?”

“For now, I think,” Stiles said, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. “Scott invited him, I guess. I, uh, ran into him this morning?”

Lydia narrowed her eyes and Stiles felt his face grow hot. God, he hated everything sometimes. Mostly, his failure to keep his mouth shut.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“It is so a big deal, Stiles.”

“I really don’t want to go,” Stiles said quietly. “I haven’t talked to Scott since I came back to Beacon Hills and he left, and I’m pretty sure after this morning, Derek either hates me again or would just be better off without getting shoved into any more walls.”

“You did what?”

Stiles gave her a pleading look and the woman’s face softened a little. 

“I’m going to be by your side, Stiles,” she said, taking the folded suit and pushing it into his hands. “The entire night. For all people will know, I’m your smoking hot date and we’re both totally winning at life.”

“Hold up, if you’re the smoking hot one, what am I? The pity date?”

“Have you seen yourself in a mirror lately?”

Stiles raised an eyebrow and Lydia rolled her eyes, looking exasperated. “Never mind. Just shower, get dressed, and at least try to tame your hair. We only have four more hours.”

“Oh gee,” Stiles grumbled. “However will I be ready in time?”

The warning look Lydia gave him only seemed half threatening. He smirked and started toward the bathroom, bagged suit crinkling against his chest.

He should’ve skipped town the moment he heard about this reunion. 

-

The last time Stiles had shown up at Beacon Hills High in a suit, Lydia Martin at his side in a dress, stepping out of his jeep and eyeing the brightly lit school in the darkness, things hadn’t ended well. Stiles hated himself a little for those memories coming back before anything else but he couldn’t help it as images of red eyes and sharp fangs crashed over him, making him stumble for a moment as his fight or flight instincts kicked in.

In a moment, careful fingers were threading through his own. Stiles glanced sideways to see Lydia’s gentle, but determined expression and realized it couldn’t be much easier for her.

But she was here, she was going to do this. So he could too.

Right?

Stiles couldn’t help how his mind drifted as they moved into the school and toward the check-in table. Some part of him still couldn’t believe Derek had taken Scott’s invitation and come back. Because there was no way this could be anything other than painful for him too, right?

He tried to banish that thought. It wasn’t as easy as he might have liked.

Stiles expected the small talk, the speeches, and planned to at least get in a few drinks before he ran into anyone he knew. But then Lydia’s grip tightened and Stiles followed her gaze to see Jackson across the room, glass in hand as he stood in the corner more than the main room. It was a little strange to see, from the old Jackson that Stiles remembered. The one who had loved the spotlight.

Lydia slipped her hand away. “Okay, so, I know I said I wouldn’t be going anywhere—”

“Oh my god, go talk to the ex-lizard,” Stiles said, snorting as he scanned the room. “I’ll be fine. I need a drink anyway.”

The red-head rolled her eyes but started away. And Stiles made a beeline for the line of tables and drinks the moment he saw them.

He didn’t make it.

“Stiles!”

Stiles stopped with a wince, closing his eyes for a long moment before turning around. He always thought he’d run into Scott a different way. Maybe they’d finally meet up again after so many years had passed. What did healthy adults do at his age? Get dinner or something. Talk about work. Nothing involving their teenage years of running for their lives from countless threats.

God, Stiles sometimes forgot he was an adult.

“Scotty.”

The True Alpha looked startlingly similar to the eighteen-year-old at graduation. His hair was floppier again and his puppy eyes were just the same. Stiles kind of wished Lydia had still been beside him. Maybe he could—

“How are you?”

He’d expected the small talk, Stiles told himself. It didn’t make anything less awkward.

In a way, Stiles thought it was kind of funny. He’d always heard that childhood relationships didn’t often make it, but would things have been different if the werewolf stuff had never happened? Ten years and here he was, in a rented suit, being the best adult he could be.

He wasn’t great at it. Stiles managed to last five minutes before Malia was brought up and then small talk became awkward silence. Stiles thought Lydia owed him a million times over for ever making him leave his house. 

The pit grew in Stiles’s stomach as he managed to get away. There were lights, drinks, music. Had the bleachers been pulled out and Finstock been seen wandering around yelling at random kids, Stiles could’ve been in high school again. Back in high school again.

With the red eyes, sharp fangs, the first time everything had gone sour.

The pit turned to a sickness.

Stiles didn’t really think when he shoved out the nearest door, back into the fresh air. He didn’t really notice anything until there was a hand on his shoulder, Stiles realized he was on his knees, and he was shivering like it was much colder than a California late spring night.

“Hey, Stiles, hey. Breathe for me, okay?”

Stiles turned into the warmth of the man beside him without thinking. Some part of him would recognize Derek’s voice anywhere. Some part of him was still lost inside his spinning mind and the memories that were on replay over and over again.

“Hey, Stiles. Do you need me to call someone? Your father?”

“Oh god, no,” Stiles said, attempting to laugh. It came out in more of a wheeze. “No, let my dad eat pizza in peace.”

“... Lydia?”

Stiles actually did manage a laugh this time. “No, dude, she’s catching up with the lizard.”

“Jackson.” 

There was a definite tone of amusement in Derek’s voice and Stiles glanced up, a little surprised. He could have melted at the small smile tugging at Derek’s lips. Because when was the last time he’d seen something like that? Not that sad smile Derek had the night he left. Not that.

Never that.

“Why did you come back, Derek?” Stiles said shakily. Derek’s smile ebbed away.

“Is it that bad?”

“W-what?”

“That I came back?”

“Oh my god,” Stiles said, pulling away a little. And Derek let him. “Oh my god, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I’d never mean it like that. I just— it’s been ten years, Derek. You haven’t been back for ten years. Not since the last fight, not since that night—”

“Hey,” Derek said, and Stiles realized he was breathing heavily again. Dammit. 

“I’m sorry,” Stiles said quietly. “It’s not bad. It could never be bad. I’m just surprised.”

“Just surprised?”

“Shut up, Sourwolf. I didn’t miss you or anything.”

Derek’s expression did something soft again. The man stood and offered out a hand, which Stiles gazed at for a moment before taking. He glanced toward the cracked door, the sound of music faint in the air, and then slipped out his phone, typing a quick message to Lydia. To Derek’s quizzical look, Stiles swallowed hard and shook his head.

“I can’t go back in there.”

“Okay.”

“I shouldn’t have come,” Stiles said, laughing weakly. “You know?”

Then there it was; that hand on his shoulder. That hand on his shoulder and Derek’s raised eyebrow. “Let me drive you home.”

“Dude, I drove here—”

“Then we’ll leave my car. Let me drive you home, Stiles.”

Stiles still paused. But a quick text from Lydia was a ‘get out of here, Stilinski’ and Stiles wasn’t sure if it was Lydia or Jackson who had sent that. He slipped it back into his pocket, shaking his head.

“Alright, Sourwolf. Let’s go home.”

He could’ve sworn the man’s eyes sparked a little blue but in the dim light, Stiles couldn’t be sure. Instead, he just leaned into the man’s arm around his shoulder, letting out a long breath. And he didn’t look back once at the high school, the music, the lights.

There was a Camaro parked next to his jeep. Stiles gave Derek a small look and quietly wondered when he’d shown up and how he’d know when to come. When Stiles needed someone.

Someone.. him. Ten years.

Derek gave him a small look back and the ride back to Stiles’s apartment was quiet other than the directions he gave the man.

-

Stiles thought it was funny how quickly some things changed. 

He’d woken up in the morning determined to avoid any part of his past for good. But then things went wrong from his coffee shop safe haven and continued to go downhill from there. Except now, suddenly, it was steady again. Things were steady again. Stiles paused on his doorstep, Derek at his side, and thought it was funny how quickly some things changed.

“Will you leave again?” he asked, risking a small glance sideways. Derek’s face was unreadable. “After tonight?”

“I’m not sure yet.”

“Where have you been? All this time?”

The man just shrugged. “A bit of everywhere.”

“Oh wow,” Stiles said, rolling his eyes. “That’s real explanatory, Sourwolf.”

Derek’s unreadable look turned into the smallest of smirks. Stiles hated the way his stomach flipped at that and he glanced down at his hands, pretty sure that if he’d just gotten one or two drinks in him tonight, that’s what he could blame it on. He could blame it on the alcohol, the nerves.

But maybe he didn’t want to. “I might’ve missed you, Derek. A little.”

“Yeah?”

Stiles focused even harder on his hands. “I mean, it’s totally fine if you didn’t think about this token human a moment longer after you left, but I just wanted to say, if you do leave again—”

“Stiles.”

There were fingers tipping underneath his chin. Stiles glanced up into Derek’s soft expression of a raised eyebrow and faintly blue-tinted eyes. And he thought it was funny how fast some things changed. He could get lost in that look. Those eyes. A million words burned on his tongue, but Stiles was pretty sure it’d be best to just swallow them. It’d be best for when Derek was gone again.

Derek’s eyes sparked again. His thumb brushed over Stiles’s cheek.

“What if I don’t go anywhere?.”

It only took ten years. 

Ten years before Derek Hale stayed. Before the man kissed him.

And that was exactly how long Stiles had gone without thinking about the man. That’s what he’d like to say, at least. But none of this was out of the blue. He wasn’t over stupid leather jackets and unfairly expressive eyebrows. God, he totally never thought about Derek Hale. Not when he drove by the loft, not when he looked at that whiteboard he’d long since tried to forget about.

Because it had been ten years.

But then again, Stiles supposed, certain things always came around. Things Stiles would take care of, things he’d move on from. Things he’d try to forget. 

Though he didn’t want to forget this. Not ever. It took ten years for Stiles to finally realize that.

It took him ten years to realize that ten years might have been just enough.

- -

Oh geez, so I vanished for a little while! But the inspiration struck and I really wanted to write something, so here we are! I apologize if it’s a bit rough around the edges, I forgot what words were for a month.

[cracked-pean]

Not Knowing Pt.1

Characters: Derek Hale, Female! Reader, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Peter Hale, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Isaac Lahey, Kate Argent, Deaton (small appearance)

Word Count: 4,951

Warnings: Kidnapping, Torture/Punishments(?), Angst.

Part 2

Masterlist

A/N: So it’s been a while. Um, this really came at me out of nowhere and turned into a whole damn novel, not really but it was LONG. So cut them down to two parts. There’s one scene from two shows that inspired this and I just to write it. One is from ‘Criminal Minds’ and the other is from ‘Leverage’. I’m sure y’all have figured them out by the warnings I posted but hope y’all enjoy them. Sorry for any errors and any warnings I missed (let me know if I did so I can tag them) Leave me your thoughts. Ok, enjoy!

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The door to the loft made a loud noise as it slid open and made contact with the wall. The small group of friends stopped mid conversation as they turned their attention to the sound. A look of confusion written on their faces quickly changed to concern. Stiles appeared barely holding himself up against the wall, his left arm wrapped across his torso holding onto his right side and slightly out of breath. Scott being the closest to him, quickly made his way over and caught him before meeting the ground. Stiles was in bad condition. He was covered in dirt and his shirt was torn in random places. There was a nasty bruise forming around one of his eyes. His bottom lip had a gash across it and the werewolves could smell fresh blood on him. There were wincing sounds coming off him as he tried to move.

"Stiles, what happened? Who did this to you?" Scott asked, helping guide his best friend into the loft. A small groan escaped his lips as he took a seat on the red couch in the living room, the others slowly making way over too.

Derek being up in his room quickly finished getting dressed after hearing the bang of the loft door open. Thinking that the two friends had arrived with the food made his way down the spiral staircase, but the alpha's face instantly hardened. Everyone was surrounding the long couch with an injured Stiles laid across it, and Scott beside him gripping one of his hands drawing out the pain. But their female friend was nowhere in sight.

"Stiles, what happened? Where's [Y/N]?"

Derek walked over to them and stood in front of the pair, arms crossed. The worry was there, but right now he had to remain calm and figure out why there was an injured pack member and another missing.

Stiles kept his eyes on the ceiling not wanting to look at them. Throughout the whole drive to the loft, was filled with nerves and fear. He thought of how he would explain to his friends that he had lost their friend.

"Stiles," the boy winced at Derek's tone of voice.

Letting out a shaky breath, sad whiskey brown eyes made contact with concerned dark green ones.

"They came out of nowhere. I wasn't able to save her."

-

The two friends turned the corner of the store making their way to Stiles’ Jeep with a cart full of groceries. It was Friday and their turn to do the supply run for their weekly get together. Not like they see each other almost everyday already but who could stop them.

“You think we have enough?” [Y/N] asked as she neared the vehicle.

Stiles scoffed and grabbed a few bags, “[Y/N/N], we basically purchased the whole store. I think we’ll be fine,” he assured her.

Once they had finished loading, she offered to take the cart back to the rack by the doors while he started up the Jeep. Stiles buckled in and looked out his window seeing [Y/N] turn the corner to put away the cart. He glanced down to his phone, ready to text the pack they were on their way, when the passenger door opened and closed.

Still looking at his phone he spoke, “That was fast. Did you ru-” He turned to look at his friend but was greeted with something worse.

Kate. They hadn't seen her since Mexico. They thought she had bled out by the nasty cuts Derek had given her. But then, Argent had informed them that he and a few of his men had seen her down in New Orleans. That was 4 months ago. Somewhere along the way, the hunters lost track of her. She most likely caught onto them and hid. Now they didn’t know where she was. They didn’t pay much attention to her, thinking the Werejaguar wouldn’t make her way to them, but still stayed alert and asked Argent for updates just in case.

“Aw, what’s the matter Stiles, not happy to see,” she gave him a pout.

“At the moment, no. But who ever is really,” he bit back.

She made herself comfortable in the seat. Stiles watched her every move, not really sure what her intentions were. "You know it wasn't very smart of you to park beside the building. Where it's dark and away from the public eye." She gave him a knowing look, “I’d be careful if I were you,” she glanced at the outer rear view mirror. “We would hate for your friend to get hurt.”

Realization dawned on him. [Y/N]. He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw her trapped in the arms of a large guy, with his hand over her mouth. He quickly scrambled out of the Jeep and stood near the rear. Her eyes were wide with a few tears running down her cheeks. She had a few scratch marks on her cheek, Kate's doing most likely and the knees of her Jean's were dirty.

"Let her go you big lug," a pair of hands came up behind him holding on to his arms, keeping him in place. Stiles glanced at the guy, knowing well that there was no chance he'd win that fight but he would sure as hell try. Kate came into view and made her way to [Y/N] and her minion. She leaned closely to the scared girl's face and grinned. She brings up a hand to caress her hair as [Y/N] shuts her eyes flinching and tries to move away.

“Now isn’t she a pretty face. I see why the big bad wolf is fond of her,” she smirked.

Stiles noticed two more guys appear from behind the building. He was out numbered and had no chance from getting out of the guy's grip, “Just tell us what you want.”

A cackle left her lips. What she wanted? What she wanted was for them to feel the hurt and loss that she went through. She obviously couldn’t get her old life back. She lost her niece, her home, her family. And these rugrats got to live on with their lives as if nothing had ever happened.

“What I want, you can’t give to me. So I'm going to do the next big thing,” she gave a look to the guy holding on to the boy and then a slight nod. Stiles was thrown onto the ground following a kick to the stomach. [Y/N] thrashed in her captor’s grasp as she tried to get out of his hold to get to her friend and help, but was no use. She winced as they began to kick and punch him. Blow after blow and all she was able to do was watch as the look on Kate’s face showed satisfaction from the outcome. Once the blonde thought he had had enough, she made her way to him, the men stepping aside as she kneeled down to his level. Kate placed a hand below his chin and made him look at her.

“I lost my niece to you monsters. Now it’s my turn to make you feel my pain,” she leaned closer to his ear, “but worse.”

-

After Stiles had explained what happened at the mini mart, it was safe to say the group was pissed. The wolves more than anything. They had called over Deaton to check on him to make sure he didn’t have any sprained or broken bones. He had a few bruised ribs and some deep cuts on his head and on his arms, but nothing that a few stitches and some rest couldn’t fix. He shortly fell asleep on the couch after the vet had cleaned his cuts and given him some pain killers and left.

“Why would she only take [Y/N], why not both,” Malia questioned glancing at Stiles.

Lydia slightly rolled her eyes, “She was clearly keeping tabs on us. [Y/N] is the glue of this group, Kate must have known it would hurt us more if she went after her. Also, didn’t you hear what she said? She obviously knows [Y/N] is Derek’s weak spot even if [Y/N] herself doesn’t know it.”

The group took a glance at Derek, he was standing by the window looking out with a frown on his face and arms crossed. It was true. Derek did have a soft spot for the girl. She was his weakness and she didn't even know it. The pack knew he had feelings for her, but Derek chose from the beginning to not act upon them. But he was whipped. The small glances he made her way when she wasn't looking. When the pack would train together, Derek was still strict with the rest but just a bit less with her. He would always seem a bit lighter when she was present in the room and it took for her to be gone a whole week visiting family for the pack to notice his change in behavior and connect the dots. During fights, no matter what, he would always try to keep an eye on her. Making sure she was holding her own and at the ready to jump in if needed to. But like Kate and his friends said, he had a soft spot for her. He didn't want to act upon his feelings and have something start between the two of them for this very reason. If word got out that the alpha of The Hale Pack had a significant other, then everyone, allies and enemies would use her against him. Now, even when not getting together he had failed to keep her safe.

Derek closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh. Standing here and moping wasn’t going to help [Y/N] and the pack in locating her. He uncrossed his arms, got into alpha mode and made his way to the metal table where they were all gathered. He needed to treat this situation with a calm and clear mind, even if he was equally as scared as the others on the inside.

“Let’s split up and search the area for her," he began. "I’ll go check the store’s parking lot to see if I can catch her scent. Scott, Isaac, go to Argent’s house and see if you can get any info on Kate. Her last known location, previous ones, contacts, properties, anything. Malia, Peter, you check the woods. You’re more skilled in the outdoors, they could have taken a path through there. Erica and Boyd, you search the edge of town. Maybe Kate’s scent could be caught if she did leave the area. Lyd-”

“I’ll stay with Stiles and keep an eye on him," the redhead finished for him.

He gave her a slight smile and turned towards the others with a determined look.

"We'll find her, and bring her home. Now let's go."

-

[Y/N] woke up in a cement wall like room on the cold floor. After the whole parking lot incident, Kate and her goons had knocked her out and tossed her into the trunk of the car. She was in and out in between so she wasn't able to tell how long they were on the road or where they were going.

The room wasn't very spacious. The door was made of metal, bolted shut with no way of opening it from the inside. Typical. There was a small dirty cot in the corner. A single light bulb hanging from the ceiling flickering and slightly swinging back and forth. The walls had markings all round it. [Y/N] crawled closer and her blood ran cold. Claw marks. It seemed like this wasn't a normal room. There wasn't a window or any way for outdoor light to get in. They must have used it for other wares, keeping them locked in on full moons, which could explain the claw markings.

What the hell was going on? Why would Kate take her? Out of everyone in the pack she chose her. Not that she would want one of the others to be in her position. But, it just didn't make any sense.

"I see why the big bad wolf is fond of her."

Big bad wolf? Derek? No. She's probably working for someone else and was referring to them. Yeah that's it. Not Derek. But, this is Kate. She doesn't take orders from others, she makes them.

"-it's my turn to make you feel my pain, but much worse."

Much worse? How could she make it worse than death?

[Y/N] was still on the floor when the metal door opened. The same guy that had beaten Stiles walked in. There was no emotion on his face, it was just stone cold. Her eyes went wide and she slowly crawled backwards until her back hit the rough wall.

"Oh stop it Daryl, you're scaring her," a female voice made itself known. Daryl stepped aside. God, how she wished he hadn't.

Kate stepped forward with a menacing grin plastered on her face. There was seriously something wrong with her. Peter really should have made sure she was dead.

"What do you want with me?" [Y/N]'s voice shook a bit.

Kate began to stroll around the room, "Do you know what your part in all this is? The pack I mean," she asked. The woman glanced at the girl on the floor and saw fear written on her face. When she didn't respond, she continued.

"No? Well lucky for you, I've done my research. What I've observed is that you're an ok fighter. Not bad with research. But the main thing," she kneeled down close to the girl. [Y/N] tried to scoot further away but the wall wouldn't allow her to. "You're the alpha's weakness."

A confused look appeared on [Y/N]'s face. Her? Derek's weakness? That can't be true? Can it?

"Oh. You had no clue? Huh," she stood back up.

"They'll come after you, you know."

"Oh I count on it. But they won't find you anytime soon. Not till I say they do." With that, she and Daryl exited the room.

[Y/N] was left with her thoughts as so many unanswered questions loomed in her mind.

-

Three months. That's how long it's been since [Y/N] had been taken and held captive by Kate Argent.

The whole time had been miserable and just plain torture. Literally. The first few days [Y/N] fought. She’d fought and rebelled against them. They asked her questions about the pack, Hale secrets, the vault, everything they thought she'd know. In truth [Y/N] did know, but she would never talk. But it had all gotten too much for her. She no longer had any fight left in her to fight back against them anymore. When she wouldn't answer their questions or gave a snarky comment, she would get punished. They'd chain her up which would leave her wrists red and sore. There would be days where they wouldn't feed or give her water and make her starve as punishment or for their own amusement. They'd tie her up in a chair and make gashes on her skin, with either knives or their claws. The cruelest thing they've done was, in the secluded area where the house they held her at, they would set her free giving her the chance to escape and while they hunt her down. And it was always at night. They'd even take her out on full moons so the wares had something to do and let out their energy.

[Y/N] would be running in the dark, barely able to see anything. Tree branches would scratch her, logs and rocks would be tripping her and worst of all she'd be barefoot. Her shoes had worn out after the first few times. The weather hadn't been kind to her at all though it all. She'd run in the rain, nights were cold and the wind would be blowing, causing her scent to the wolves be more easily tracked.

She'd climb tree branches if she was able to and hide behind bushes, but she couldn't hide from them long before either red, yellow or blue glowing eyes came into view. That was another thing. Kate was never present while the others had their “fun” with [Y/N], always had her men do it for her. What [Y/N]’s noticed is that, no matter what damage they cause her, what pain they’d make her feel or just by simply being in her presence, they’d always be shifted. Claws and glowing eyes visible, staring right at her.

The light bulb had gone out a while back, must have been an old one if it burnt out so soon, so the only light that could be seen was from underneath the door from the lit up hallways outside. [Y/N] was shivering on the cot and the thin blanket provided for her wasn’t helping at all, especially not after being chased again in the rain the previous night. Or was it earlier this morning? There was no clock to tell time nor windows in the room to tell if it was day or night. [Y/N] was just wasting away, at least they had given her some food before the chase. But didn’t last long in her system as she threw it up between runs. Though today was different.

She hardly sleeps nowadays so when the loud noise of the padlocks from the door were heard, she didn’t flinch anymore like before. Kate had told her goons that once they were done with chases to give [Y/N] a rag and a bucket of water to at least clean herself. So when those very items were presented before her, she wasn’t surprised and gladly took them. Though she had noticed the person handing them to her was not as built and rough looking as the others. [Y/N] hesitantly looked up and straightened up a little. Kate hardly ever came by to see her. She must have come by three times, not counting the time when [Y/N] first got situated in the room that first night. This wasn’t going to be good.

“Wow, they really roughed you up good out there didn’t they.”

There were a few twigs and leaves in her hair, too tired to care she left them in not bothering to pick some out. Her right cheek was scraped from slipping down the tree trunk while climbing up, and her feet were never in good condition since the loss of her shoes. Believe it or not, this was nothing compared to previous one’s. She had a sprained ankle and a broken arm once, all in the same night.

“Well, go on clean up. Wouldn’t want your boyfriend and friends to see you all messed up now would we.”

[Y/N] was about to dampen the rag when she let what Kate said fully sink in. To see me? She looked up in Kate’s direction and let a look of confusion appear on her face.

“What do you mean,” her voice croaked. It came out raspy, hardly ever needing to use it since she never talked or made any noise. “To see me?”

Kate grinned and leaned against the wall with a foot propped up behind her. Her silhouette could only be seen as she was near the door where most of the light was let in from the hallway, but her feline, green eyes were the only thing that could be seen.

“Today’s your lucky day, Dorothy. You’re going home.”

[Y/N] froze mid wash. Home? Really?

“You’re Lying.”

Kate smacked her lips, “I could be or not. Up to you if you want to find out.”

[Y/N] continued to wash herself with her captor in the room while contemplating over the idea. [Y/N] didn’t know what to do. Of course she wanted to see everyone again, she missed them so much. But this was too easy. Kate couldn’t easily just hand her back over to them, she must have something in store for her and her friends. At this point [Y/N] didn’t have much to lose though, she in a way is already dead while not being so. Whatever Kate’s play is on this, [Y/N] was going to risk it. She had to try.

So [Y/N] set aside the rag and bucket and looked at Kate, “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Kate uncrossed her arms, pushed herself off the wall and made her way to stand in front of [Y/N]. She had this look on her face mixed with amusement and curiosity. The girl had guts Kate will admit.

“You sure? This could be all some trick of mine to kill you without even knowing,” she leaned closer to her face. “You willing to risk your life?”

[Y/N] glanced up and looked her straight in the eye, “Yes.”

Kate grinned. She began to walk away but turned around and made [Y/N]’s vision go dark.

-

Three months. It’s been three months since the night their packmate was taken and the pack wasn't able to find much information on Kate or [Y/N]. They for sure knew that she wasn't in Beacon Hills anymore.

The night [Y/N] was taken, Erica and Boyd were able to track down her and Kate’s scents on the edge of town. But after 3 miles, the scent was gone. They assumed they were taking her East, where the land got more deserted.

The pack was on edge. Lydia and Stiles worked with Argent most of the time, trying to figure out Kate's location. They would get in contact with some of her old hunting buddies and try to get any information they could get their hands on. Some would talk, others wouldn't, in fear of what Kate would do to them if she found out they blabbed on her.

Malia, Scott, Erica and Boyd would make calls to other packs they have come across in their times traveling and inform them on their situation. Hoping they may have seen Kate or [Y/N] wandering around their areas, or seen anything suspicious relating to the werejaguar. All they would get were that there were no sightings of such but would keep an eye open. Some had seen Kate but kept their distance not wanting to engage, but had commented that it was months ago before kidnapping [Y/N].

Derek was the one pushing himself too hard. Having the feeling that this was his fault, was searching none stop. He would look up surveillance cameras everyday, hoping to get a glimpse of the werejaguar or one of her men. He would drive to neighboring towns and do a few rounds sniffing out empty buildings in hopes that Kate might have planted something or slipped up in some way that would lead them to finding her. But had no luck. Peter began to worry about him going alone and decided to join him on these searches.

It was 10:45 at night and the two Hale men had just pulled up to the loft, finishing up a search that had taken them all day and night to drive from. Derek shut off the car and leaned against the steering wheel, letting out a sigh. He was beginning to lose hope in ever finding them. Kate was smart. She would never leave any tracks behind. This was her game, with her rules. She was probably watching them right now laughing at their pain and they would never even notice.

Peter hated seeing his nephew so broken. They may not get along much but pack was pack. As much as he hated to say it, their friend had grown on to him. She was the youngest after all, following Stiles by a few months, so he felt more protective over her.

Peter glanced at his nephew, and looked back out the front window, “We’re going to find her nephew. She’s pack, surely we would have felt her loss through the bond at some point these past few months,” there was a pause “especially you.”

Derek sat up and turned to his uncle, “Why? Because I’m the Alpha and it’s my re-”

“Because you’re in love with her,” Peter gave him a stern look cutting him off.

Derek’s eyes widened but returned back to their normal gaze. In love with Donnie? He couldn’t be, right? Sure he liked her, but Love? Love was a sensitive subject for the young Alpha, never did give it much of a chance. Not after Kate. He had thought she was his forever but when he found out she was just using him, the simple thought of finding his forever partner was just not in the books anymore. Thinking back on it, Derek never did feel anything of the sort that would indicate Kate was the one, let alone love her. The need to protect them, the constant worry when they weren’t in sight or near them, the slight tug in their chest being drawn to them. None of that was felt with Kate. However, when [Y/N] came into the picture, that’s exactly what Derek would feel when the thought of her would cross his mind. She was everything he didn’t know he needed. [Y/N] was playful but knew when to get serious, was cuddly and very loving but stepped back when need be, and was just a light in Derek’s dark world. So, maybe he was in love, just didn’t want to believe it. Didn’t want to risk his heart and end up being broken again.

“I know that you were aware of that detail and were hesitant about getting close to her for this very reason. But you have to understand. Even if you had initiated something, something was bound to happen. Whether to her or the pack, danger is all around us dear nephew,” Peter began to remove his seat belt and turned to him. “I know we haven’t had it easy, especially you. But don’t let the unknown stop you from trying to find peace, to be able to find love and happiness again. It would only make you more miserable.”

The young Hale stared ahead as his uncle got out of the vehicle before he followed after him to the building’s entrance. Halfway up the stairs to their floor, a familiar scent made them stop and look at each other. The two sped up the stairs and paused in front of the door. With a slight nod from Peter and claws drawing out, Derek pulled open the door.

“You really should get a new security system,” a mental box with wires stringing out of it was tossed at their feet. “This one’s broken.”

They followed the direction it was tossed from and their gaze was met with a certain blonde that they had been tracking down. There laying on their couch, as if she hadn’t just taken one of their packmates hostage, was Kate Argent in all her glory giving them a playful grimace.

In one quick sudden motion, Derek had lunged at her and pinned her to the wall by her neck. Peter was left there in shock, debating whether to let the man do damage to the woman or pull him away to figure out her play.

The woman chuckled, “Oh, now this brings back memories.”

“Where is she?” Derek demanded. His claws extended around her neck, canines barring at her, along with his crimson red eyes.

Kate batted her eyes at him, “Whatever do you mean Derek, I just came by to say hello.”

“Don’t play any games here Kate. Where the Hell is [Y/N]?”

“Derek, as much as I would prefer you to continue. But, you need to let her go,” Peter slowly made his way to his nephew, but stood back a few feet. “She has [Y/N], we need her alive to figure out where she is.”

Derek’s gaze never shifted from the current anger he held towards the woman. Nothing would satisfy him more than finally getting rid of Kate from his life. But, Peter had a point. [Y/N] was more important right now. So in defeat, Derek let her fall to the ground with a little more force than needed to be and walked away from her taking out his phone in the process. She wouldn’t be going anywhere, not without giving them answers, so the rest of the pack had to be here too.

Kate rose from the floor while rubbing the soreness away from her neck, “Always such a gentlemen.”

Half an hour later, the others had arrived and had kept their distance from the woman, but still a watchful eye on her as they discussed how they would go through with this.

“We could always beat it out of her.”

Everyone gave Stiles a look.

“What? She’s done it to all of us, what’s wrong with giving her a taste of her own medicine.”

“What’s wrong is that she wouldn’t break. It’d be useless on our part,” Lydia pointed out.

“I could always tell you where she is,” the pack looked at her. She was leaning against one of the wall windows, picking her fingernails, well claws.

They all returned their gazes back to each other, “Seems too easy if you ask me,” Erica spoke.

“She came to us,” Stiles glanced at Kate, giving her a death stare, over everyone’s shoulders while Peter began. “There must be something in return she wants. Something we all aren’t going to be willing to accept so easily.”

There was a cackle, “Old man’s right. But, you all better decide quickly.” Kate strutted her way near them and placed her hands on her hips. “Clock’s ticking. Not sure how long she’s got left, before little ole [Y/N] goes night night,” she bared her canines at them. “For good.”

[chocolate-raspberries]

What Happened to those Nights? Isaac Lahey x Reader

Summary - All of a sudden you lost your best friend, with no explanation. All you wanted was some sort of answer as to what could’ve went wrong.

Prompt - “I read that when you cuddle a pillow you’re missing human affection, so maybe you can cuddle me?”

Paring - Isaac Lahey x Reader

Words - 1.6k

A/N - Hi! This is the very first fanfic I have ever written, all honestly it’s probably the first thing I’ve written that isn’t some sort of school essay or lab report. This is for @stiles-o-dylan24 1k celebration! So go over to her page and send some love and kind words, because she is a beautiful soul and writer. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Warnings -  some light swearing, mostly angst until the end

Just as you feel yourself fall deep into sleep you feel a slight dip in the bed. Turning your head slightly you notice Isaac quietly trying to slip his way in next to you. This was at least a weekly occurrence, but every time your heart breaks slightly for the boy laying next to you.

As gently as you can, you raise a hand to his face to rub the tears away as you asked,

“Isaac, what happened.”

A few moments pass, as you place your hand under his cheek, lifting his head slightly in order to make eye contact.

“I- I didn’t finish the chemistry homework, it slightly lowered my grade, I can’t let him find out Y/N” he states softly, as a few more tears threaten to leave his eyes.

Moving closer you put your free hand in his curly locks, knowing it brought him comfort. You didn’t know the full extent of his father’s actions, but enough to know he shouldn’t be living there. You wanted to bring up the conversation. The one where you’d beg him to let you call the authorities, stating he can stay with you as long as you needed. You would do anything to bring his happiness. However, he always said that a part of him still remembers the man from his childhood and he doesn’t want to lose the last of his family. So, you did what you could- as you held him in the middle of the night, trying to find the right words. When you hear him begin to state that:

“Sorry, this is stupid I shouldn’t have woke--”

“Isaac, I care for you so much, whatever you need I am here for you.” 

You wanted to add more, state your true feelings outside of your friendship. How whenever you were able to see his true smile and joy your heart skipped a beat. How despite everything he still had a sense of confidence around him. For hell's sake he asked Lydia Martin out freshman year. How he somehow managed to worm his way into your heart. 

For now- you turn off the lamp besides you and pull him slightly closer as you both fall asleep.

That day was weeks ago. It has been weeks since Isaac spoke to you, hell even took a look in your direction. It seemed that overnight things changed. You didn’t know what you did wrong. You wanted to confront him, beg him to tell you what you did wrong. However, every time you caught sight of him, he seemed to disappear the second you started to walk his way or he would be accompanied by Erica Reyes. The once-shy girl who now can’t walk the halls without guys drooling over her new found confidence.  

With the ring of the final bell, you begin to rush out the doors. To the hopes of being able to climb into bed and reflect on another day passed without answers. Pondering how he went from softly laughing next to you in bed on a Friday night to now not even noticing your existence. Losing yourself to the flashbacks of previous nights, you lose awareness of your surroundings as you make your way to your car - until you hear yourself saying “Oh shit, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention” 

Suddenly, you look up to find the ocean-blue eyes you fell in love with so long ago. A heavy weight fills your chest as every single argument you’ve created in your head seemingly vanish. The only thing coming out was a soft whisper, one that you barely could hear yourself.

“Isaac?”

You swear you could see his new personality disappear for a split second when he looked at you, but before your heart could complete a full beat it came back. Slightly pushing you away he began to walk away from you, without a single word said. Suddenly, you felt all your emotions come back to you. The initial denial of thinking it was all in your head- the anger that he could just deny your presence - to the final sadness that filled your room with used tissues and tear-stained pillows. All of a sudden you felt his arm in your hand as you attempted to force him to stop and turn around to look at you. 

“Listen, I don’t know what the hell I did, for you to hate me - I mean I have been racking my brain on what it could possibly be, but I always come up with nothing,” you pause, trying you attempt to let your rational thoughts to guide you- but the weeks of built up emotions still take charge. “I know--I know that life has never been ideal for you, especially with the recent passing of your father,  I just want you to talk to me-” then suddenly he sharply cuts you off with “You know nothing about my life, Y/N” 

Taken aback as you hold the tears threatening to spill you harshly retort with “So, what these past couple years were just nothing- seriously Isaac come up with something better” As you were about to continue your rant two strong hands are on your chest pushing you up into the nearest car. “Oh, Y/N, he’s right - why don’t you just walk away when you're ahead” Erica purrs as she continues “Just leave us alone, drop this silly school-girl crush you have,” ending with a slight scoff. 

Her hands leave you as Isaac rips Erica off of your body. As you watch the scene unfold you swear you see a small glint of gold in his eyes, but you brush it off as a reflection of the sunlight. Bringing yourself into the moment, cheeks flaring from processing Erica’s comment you walk to your car as fast as you can. Tuning out the hushed conversation that began between Isaac and Erica.

As you step into your room, you let everything out. The tears rushing down your red eyes as you climb into bed. You grab one of your pillows holding it towards your chest as your sobs continue. Tired eyes threatening to close, for you figured out that you’ve gotten so used to falling asleep next to him that it feels foreign to sleep alone, you bring yourself to remember the nights from just a few weeks ago. Thinking of how your body easily molded into his, the slight gasp whenever you buried your head into his chest, the cocky glint in his eye whenever he noticed the slight shivers down your spine when he gently rubbed it. 

A soft knock abruptly takes you out of your thoughts. Opening your eyes, you see Isaac standing in your door-frame. A copy of your house-key you made for him in his hand. He looks at you as if to ask permission to enter your room. You wave your hand to let him come forward as you let go of the pillow and leave your bed to meet him in the middle of the room. You know he can see the disarray of your room, but that does not stop you from standing your ground.

“What do you want, Isaac?” you spit out at him. He looks down, the look you’ve seen many times before, you could tell he was disappointed, upset at himself. “Listen, I’ve changed” - “well, no shit” you interrupt, but he continues. “I- I wanted to keep you safe and the only way I knew how was to push you away” There’s a pause as you try and process his words. You knew he was telling the truth, but you just didn’t know the implications behind that truth; however, he continues, “I want to tell you everything, please, give me another chance. Let me explain.” 

He looks up at you, his confidence beginning to crack. You let out a slight scoff and gently grab his hands. “Isaac, I trust you, completely, all I ask is for you to just tell me what’s going on, please don’t shut me out.” You felt one of his hands softly caress your cheek as he looks at you. You see that slight golden tint in his eyes once again as he stares at you. “Y/N, experiencing life without you was the worst mistake I made,” he whispers “You are the light of my life” he continues as his eyes drop to your lips. You feel yourself losing focus between his eyes and lips. Feeling his hand slip to under your chin you let yourself close your eyes as your lips met. Although it was just for a few moments, you felt every unspoken word that took place between you two in the last few weeks. 

Letting yourself live in the blissful moment for a few more seconds, you wait to open your eyes. When you do you are met with his beautiful smile, that you will soon learn is only reserved for you. Confidence striking him he says “you know darling, I read that when you cuddle a pillow you’re missing human affection, so maybe you can cuddle me?” A small chuckle escapes your lips as you guide him into bed with you. You lay down as you suddenly feel one arm wrapping around you to rub small circles on your back while the other softly caresses your cheek. Facing each-other you move yourself slightly closer to him in order to softly place one of your hands in his hair, being to absentmindedly play with it. 

With a soft smile he looks at you beginning his story with “It all started a few weeks ago while I was at work…”