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renjunniex · 8 months

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Thank You, For Being You

Isaac Lahey x Fem! Reader

Restraint

Prompt: With Jackson out of the van, he's become impossible to deal with.

a/n: okay guys I won't lie, I looked over this chapter but wasn't very through so there's probably a few mistakes sorryyyyy

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Stiles and Scott had sent you back home so they could talk to Sheriff without raising any suspicion on you. That proved to be pointless since when you got back home you ended back in the car, heading to the police station. Only you weren't going by yourself, you were with Melissa and she was not happy.

You two had reached the police station and other than the occasional questions to see if you were involved, Melissa was silent. Not like she needed to say anything to convey her anger, she was practically dripping in it. Walking into the police station didn't make it better either because down the hallway there was Scott and Stiles, sitting in an interrogation room being informed of the new restraining order against them.

There was a silence between everyone in the room when Sheriff had finished his list, only for his son to be the one to break it, "What about school?"

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a fifty foot distance."

"Okay, what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" He was met with nothing but a look of irritation from his father, "I'll just hold it."

They were finally let out of the room and now you were witnessing Stiles and his dad going back and forth while you passed by with Melissa and Scott in front of you.

"It's not just this," She had turned him around, "Although, a restraining order is a new low that I didn't think that you would reach quite this soon. It's everything on top of it." By now you had zoned out for a bit since it was all directed at him that is until she got to the punishment.

"Then no... no Stiles."

"What, no Stiles?" You hadn't even realized the boy was behind you until you heard his voice.

"No Stiles! And that goes for you too!" She pointed at you. Your eyes widened as you raised your hands.

"What!? What did I do?"

In the end, Melissa gave her punishment saying she would be in the car after she had come to the conclusion that all this was because of Scott's dad. "I'm the worst son ever," Scott claimed leaning against the wall. Stiles had sighed slumping against the wall as well.

"Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either."

When you had gotten home, you were laying in bed just trying to sleep despite everything going on. However the buzzing of your phone was very distracting. You finally had enough of the constant disturbance to your attempts to sleep. Grabbing it, the light blinding you slightly, you read the texts from a surprising party.

This is Derek

Come to the station tomorrow

Urgent

Great, now you definitely weren't getting any sleep. How did he even get your number? It must have been Isaac, who else could it have been? You closed your eyes, forcing yourself to fall asleep as if it was the last thing you would ever do.

The next morning you found yourself in the one place you never thought you would be back to, the abandoned station. You also never thought you'd be back because Derek, of all people, demanded you to. You let out an unsure sigh as you walked down the rickety stairs for the second time. You could hear the voices of Derek, Erica, and Isaac discussing the full moon.

"Oh my, these look comfortable," you could see Erica picking up chains as she spoke.

"You said you were gonna teach us to change whenever we wanted," Isaac said.

"There hasn't been time," Derek replied as he shuffled through the chest of what was essentially medieval torture devices.

Isaac wasn't in the least bit pleased with his Alpha's answer, "But if you have to lock us up during the full moon, then that means you're alone against the Argents."

"They haven't found us," the Alpha sang walking away.

"Yet! So how about we forget the Kanima?"

"We can't! There was something about the way Gerard looked at it. He wasn't afraid... at all. I don't know what he knows or what he's planning. But I'm sure about one thing, we have to find it first."

"My, my, I always seem to walk in during these big speeches of yours Derek," you bounded your way down the last few stairs catching the three werewolves' attentions.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" The curly haired werewolf didn't realize but his voice made you shiver slightly.

"I was actually just wondering that exact thing," you turned your glance to Derek, "What do you want Derek?"

"You're a Nymph."

Your eyes widened but then your face flipped to confusion, what did that have to do with anything? "Okay, and what about it? How do you even know?"

He pointed to your bag, "The book you held up the last time you were here, your eyes and from what Erica and Isaac told me you did at the school."

You kissed your teeth, "Okay so is that all you called me here for? Just to tell me that you knew?"

"I need something from you."

"No." Your words had cut through the air without any hesitation. Derek tilted his head from irritation, "I know you don't like me-."

"You're right, I don't."

"This isn't for me, it's for them."

You took a pause and then nodded, acknowledging his statement, "I'm not sure if it's true or not but there's a spell that's rumored to have been created to reduce the abilities of werewolves. It was mainly created for purposes like the full moon. Do you think you could find it?" His words made you hesitate, still you gave him an unsure nod, "I think so, I'll need some time though."

Derek nodded in understanding, "Thank you."

"Yeah, sure. I've got to get to school." You turned and made your way towards the stairs trying not to look at Isaac on your way out.

When you got to school you met the boys at the library where they were waiting for you and Allison. She had shown up only moments after you did. You saw her slowly walk through the aisles before coming to the point where only one shelf remained between you three and her.

She slid her tablet through the shelf allowing Scott to take it and start to look over the scripture. "It's everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused." Scott looked through the books towards her, "Yeah, what'd you tell her?"

"That we're part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Allison and Scott shared a small laugh as you smiled.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Stiles said with awkwardness.

Allison stood shocked, "Oh. Great."

Your hand flew to your mouth to snuffle your laugh that was on the verge of coming out and Stiles gave you a raised eyebrow before glancing at the dark haired girl with a straight smile.

"Okay does it say how to find out who's controlling him," Scott asked.

"Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers." Queue the spastic boy's small yell of victory. "It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance," Allison continued, "There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the Kanima to execute murderers in his village."

"Alright, see? So maybe it's not all that bad," Stiles remarked.

Allison countered back almost instantly, "Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to." You nodded quickly, "So bad, very bad."

Stiles agreed with you, "All bad, all very, very bad."

"Here's the thing though, the Kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be..." You looked over the Omega's shoulder reading the text, "Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it."

"Okay if that means Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." You scoffed at Stiles' words, "Seriously, that dude is all sorts of messed up."

Allison raised her head slightly, "What if it has something to do with his parents? His real parents." Scott turned to you and Stiles, "Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?"

You could almost see the flicker of light that turned on in Stiles' eyes,

"Lydia might."

"What if she doesn't know anything," Scott acknowledged the possibility. You rocked your head side to side in thought, "Something tells me Lydia knows a lot more than she lets on."

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me, so I'll talk to him myself." You looked at Allison, "He doesn't have one on me either. Do you want me to come with you?" She quickly denied your offer, "No my mom is watching the cameras practically every second, we don't want to draw suspicion."

Scott drew a blank, "Okay, what do I do?"

"You have a make-up exam, remember," She reminded him.

Scott looked over at the two of you for back up, which he never got as shown by the two in sync nods, "Seriously, you desperately need to raise your grades," you added on. The couple went on to have their moment, until Stiles interrupted it with pushing his head through the shelf. After Allison had shoved him back, all four of you went on about your days the best as you could.

Stiles had set out on a mission to get information out of Lydia, Allison was on her way to try and talk to Jackson, Scott went to take his make-up test, and you were trying to not run into a certain tall werewolf.

All morning it felt like he was just everywhere and since you weren't assigned any sort of task you were practically forced to notice. Every hallway you went down, every corner you turned, he was there. It was beginning to irk you. You finally had to come to a stop at your locker and you could already feel that it was a bad decision.

"Hey, beautiful. Been looking for you."

You sighed, slowly closing your locker shut and coming face to face with the same boy who you've been trying to avoid. "Hi, Isaac," he gave a slight pout at your response, "What, no smile? I thought you would be happy to see me." His attitude made you sneer, "Don't play games with me, Lahey. I'll smack you." Your feet slammed into the floor as you walked away, heavy with anger.

"Okay, okay, too much. Seriously, (Y/N), wait up."

"No."

Your response didn't slow him down, in fact, it sped him up. Isaac had jumped forward in front of you, blocking you from leaving.

"Please just talk to me, I'm dying sweetheart," he pleaded.

You stopped and gave him a once over, your arms crossed, "You look fine to me." He groaned out of frustration, you turned once more heading for the opposite direction even if that meant being late for class. "Also, don't call me sweetheart, you don't get the privilege."

He, once again, dashed in front of you finally placing his hands on your shoulders, "Okay, okay, look I know you're still upset at me. I get it, okay, but can we please just talk. We have a killer lizard on the loose, I feel like that's a serious issue."

Your eyes narrowed as you realized what he was actually here for, "You're trying to get me to tell you who it is."

"So, you guys do know."

A scoff traveled out of your mouth with such power it was comedic, "Of course we do and I'm not telling you. Now, will you stop following me?"

"I can't, orders."

"See, again with the orders! This is exactly why I'm mad at you in the first place! Not to mention, you kissing me out of nowhere," you exclaimed. The hallway had pretty much cleared out by now, leaving just you two plus a few skippers.

Isaac's face scrunched up slightly, "What, you're mad because I kissed you?"

Out of reflex your hand shot out, punching his shoulder, "That's all you got from that?" When you didn't receive an answer, just a look of expectation you continued to gripe, "I'm not mad you kissed me. I'm upset because it's messing with my head."

"But you kissed me back," he argued, cluelessly.

You wiped your face out of irritation, "Yes, I know. But-"

A panicked gasp left you as you felt the familiar heat of your eyes glowing and one thought enter your mind.

Allison

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?"

Without much thought or care you shoved passed Isaac, sprinting towards the locker room. You could hear the calls of your name coming from the boy who was now also following after you. It didn't stop you though, nothing did until you got to the locker room door. You threw your body's weight at the closed door, slamming through to see Allison on the floor and Scott throwing Jackson around.

You crouched beside her grabbing her shoulders to gain her attention, "Hey, are you okay?" She nodded shakily and you secured your arms around her in a tight hug.

By now Isaac had arrived coming into the battleground that was the boy's locker room. You saw his head quickly travel from the two fighting boys and then to you, unsure of what to do.

He didn't need to think any longer as Jackson had thrown Scott back through the other door and into the hallway. Allison and you had finally gotten off the floor and rushed out the same door. You found Stiles and Erica already trying to separate the two. Erica had a death grip on Jackson where as it took you, Stiles, and Allison to keep Scott from going back for Jackson.

Isaac was just behind you and Mr. Harris had turned the corner yelling to try and break up the fight. "Hey! ENOUGH! Enough."

"What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down!" Harris had turned to the Omega, addressing him, "Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself? Stilinski? (Y/N)?" He had looked to you finally for answers but you couldn't give him any, from the lack of ideas for a lie and the lack of breath you had from trying to hold back Scott.

You felt Isaac gently place a hand on your waist, giving you some much need physical and emotional support.

"You dropped this." Everyone had looked behind them to see Matt holding Allison's tablet out to Scott, which was intercepted from Mr. Harris. "You and you," he started pointing at the two boys who had been fighting, "Actually, all of you... Detention. 3 o'clock."

After school hours had arrived and the whole lot of you were entering the library for detention. Stiles, Scott, and you had sat at one table; Allison made her way to another just across from you, Jackson and Matt followed her lead. You felt a presence next to you and when you turned you were met with the eyes of the blonde werewolf. You rolled your eyes going back to keeping your attention on the two boys across from you.

You heard the sliding of a chair coming closer to your table and then another body had joined you. Isaac, who had given you a slight smile, did nothing but keep his attention on you.

"We can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools," Jackson motioned to your two best friends.

Harris had replied back with an undertone of sass, "All these tools?"

"No, just us tools," Stiles answered gesturing to him and Scott.

"Fine. You two, over there." Scott and Stiles moved up to the front table leaving you behind with the Beta wolves. You let out a huff and slumped slightly in your chair. Then Mr. Harris started to make is way to the library's front desk, turning his back away from you. When you saw an opening you quickly and quietly slid out of your chair and into the one right next to Scott.

The werewolf was rocking his body out of anger and pounded his fist onto the table, "I'm gonna kill him." Stiles pointed at the boy, "No, you're not. You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him."

You cocked an eyebrow, your arms crossed, "But you're more than welcomed to kill the one controlling him, to release your rage."

"No," Scott turned his head back to you two, rapidly shaking his head, "You were right, let's kill him."

"Oh, no," Stiles sighed.

You fixed your posture and changed the subject to try and ease the mood, "So, why were you with Erica?" Stiles gave you his signature sarcastic look, "Really, why were you with Isaac?"

"I asked you first."

"Fine, she caught me in the hall, she might know what happened to Jackson's parents." You nodded satisfied with the answer and with the ease you could start to feel come off Scott. "Now you."

Your eyes snapped up, "What?" Stiles scoffed a laugh, "Why were you with Isaac?" Scott had glanced at you, curiosity in his eyes, he clearly wanted to know as well.

Mumbled words left your mouth as you casted your gaze onto the table. Stiles cupped his hand over his ear mocking you, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"He found me in the hallway, he didn't want me to be mad at him anymore," you mumbled once more.

Both boys had looked at you in confusion, "The Lydia thing," Scott asked. You shook your head slowly as Stiles had slid his hands onto the table in a questioning motion, "Then what are you mad at him for?"

"He kissed me," you whispered.

There was a tick of silence before Stiles ended it, "Okay forget Jackson, kill Isaac." You groaned, "Stop, you guys, I'm fine. Just confused is all."

"No, no. He doesn't get to just do that after everything he's done and just expect you to be okay with it. He can't play with your emotions like that," argued Stiles. Scott hadn't said anything yet, just had slid his hand into yours and squeezed for comfort.

"It's okay, we'll deal with that when we don't have a killer lizard and a controlling freak to deal with," you concluded.

You three sat in silence for a little while and then ideas started to flow, "Hey." You and Scott both looked at the boy across from you, "What if it's Matt? I mean this whole thing comes back to the video, right?"

"He is kind of a creep," you agreed.

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing," Scott argued.

"Exactly! He's trying to throw suspicion off himself," Stiles exclaimed still within a whisper.

Scott looked back to Matt before going back to Stiles, "So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your Jeep?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because..." Stiles' gaze was on the table, "He's evil." You snorted a soft laugh as Scott argued again, "You just don't like him."

"I don't blame him," you added, "he used to always give me these weird looks when he first joined the team."

"That guy bugs me. I don't know what it is," Stiles leaned back in his chair, still observing the odd boy, "Just look at his face." You three looked back to see Matt offering Jackson chips. To which led to the Omega giving Stiles an unconvinced look, "Any other theories?"

You heard Jackson start to make noises of discomfort, followed by Matt and Mr. Harris asking if the boy was alright. Jackson left claiming to just need water and Harris followed closely behind. "No one leaves their seats."

When the door closed behind them, without a word, you three did just what you were told not to do. You got out of your seats and rushed right back to where Isaac and Erica were sitting. Stiles sitting next to Erica, Scott across from her, and you next to Scott, with Isaac on the end.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott concluded.

"Maybe."

"Talk," demanded the boy. She put her pen down, closing her book and starting her story, "It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's eighteen."

Stiles interrupted, "So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at eighteen?"

"Yep."

"There's something so deeply wrong with that," Stiles commented to which you all agreed. "Yeah, try the word morbid, maybe," you added.

"You know what? I could try to find the insurance report in my dad's inbox. He keeps everything."

Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office.

Scott, you and Stiles shared an incredulous look as the boy left for the office, "That cannot be good," you said. Isaac and Erica gave you both odd looks and you raised your hand stopping their questions, "It's a long story."

Erica went back to searching her dad's records, Stiles basically hanging over her shoulder. You turned your attention to the leather jacket wearing boy, who's stare was completely on the table. He directed it to you once you had moved the chair you were using closer to him. At this point you both were inches apart. Isaac leaned his head down slightly so that you were closer to his ear as you talked.

"Why did you follow me," you asked, your finger tracing imaginary circles on the table. His knee nudged yours under the table, clearly trying to get your eyes to look at him, which had worked.

"Because I was worried about you."

You took a sharp breath from shock, your eyes widened slightly. When you gained your composure back you replied, "Isn't that supposed to be my line?"

He breathed of soft chuckle, "I'm serious, sweetheart. You had me worried."

"I told you not to call me that," you said.

"Really, I don't remember that," he had a soft smirk resting on his face.

You scoffed, "Yeah, whatever." His smirk didn't disappear, "You're cute when you're flustered."

You shoved him, "Shut up, you're being dumb. We're in a serious situation, you know?"

"If it's so serious why have you been focusing on me instead of those two over there," he pointed over to the two teenagers who were snooping through emails.

You clasped your fingers together resting your chin on your hands, "Because I'm trying to figure out what your game is."

"My game?"

"Yep, you stopped me in the hallway, you followed me to the locker room which landed you in detention with me, so what's your angle?"

He shrugged leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, "I told you, I was worried. Plus why would I not want to spend time with my favorite girl."

You raised your eyebrows, "Your favorite girl? Didn't realize I meet the qualifications for that title."

"You always did."

Your conversation was cut to a halt when the library door opened with Jackson and Mr. Harris in tow. You looked over to your best friend when you saw an odd look on his face.

"Look at the dates."

You perked up, "Oh, you found it." The responses you got were two nods as Erica began to read the reports, "'Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death 9:26 p.m., June 14, 1995.'"

Both yours and Stiles' expressions fell, "Jackson's birthday is June 15th."

A zipping sound was heard as Harris began to close his bag. Everyone around began to follow suit in getting up and grabbing their things when they were interrupted with the man chuckling, "Oh, I'm sorry. Yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening."

There was a collective groan as the door to the library closed, Mr. Harris on the other side of it. You all sluggishly each grabbed your own stack of books and scattered around. Eventually Scott came back and Stiles, Allison, and you all gathered towards the boy to relay more information to each other.

"It means he was born after his mom died by c-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body," Stiles explained.

"That's gotta take the cake when it comes to childhood trauma," you murmured, sliding a book back onto the shelf.

"So was it an accident or not," asked Allison. Stiles shrugged slightly as he answered, "The word all over the report is 'inconclusive'."

"Then his parents could have been murdered," questioned Scott.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the Kanima myth," Stiles said, "You know? Seeks out of kills murderers."

You had turned back, facing the group as Allison continued to glance at Stiles, "But for Jackson or the person controlling him," she asked softly. Almost out of complete quiet panic Scott said, "We have to talk to him. We have to tell him." Even with the sounds of you three's protests Scott didn't listen as he left the aisle.

Not even a minute later and you could hear crashes, ceiling and electrical falling everywhere. Stiles had grabbed Allison pulling her into him as concrete crashed by. Before you could even register everything, Isaac had come into your aisle wrapping one arm around your waist and the other cradling your head as he did the same thing, pulling you into his chest, away from the falling construction.

Once it was safe to do so Isaac released his grip on you, his hands now cradling your face, "Are you okay," he asked urgently scanning you over to look for any signs of harm. You gave him a shaky nod, your focus and eyesight blurred from the overwhelming situation. Then a crash was heard once more, breaking both of you out of your bubbles.

Scott had been pushed by a half-turned Jackson and back into your aisle. You slowly unraveled yourself from Isaac and crawled over to the trio, in between Stiles and Allison. Now in your line of sight was Jackson at the chalk board. His body was facing away from it, his arm stretched out as he began to scratch at the board. Once his message was complete he jumped out through the window.

STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU

You all slowly walked towards the board in shock. Stiles turned his head and rushed in a different direction. "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" He had Erica in his arms as she grunted and gasped for breath, shaking.

"I think she's having a seizure."

Allison had gone to Matt making sure he was alive, while you three were with Erica. You could see Isaac in the corner of your eye and he was clearly in distress.

"We need to get her to the hospital," you said supporting her body the best you could with Stiles. "Derek," Erica interjected, "Only to Derek."

Scott spoke to Allison and rushed over to the other aisle, "Hey, Scott!" Stiles' attention was back on Erica after his panicked yell. You looked at Scott as he made his way back, picking up Erica.

"I'll stay with her, go." He nodded gratefully before rushing out, Stiles right on his heels.

Isaac made his way towards you and you spoke once more, "You should meet them there, they might need your help." The boy shook his head, "I can't just leave you after everything that just happened."

"I'll be okay, go." He hesitated, before nodding his head and following the same path the boys had just taken.

Once you and Allison were sure Matt was gonna be okay, you parted ways. You had once again reached the hide out of the newly formed Hale pack. You could hear voices talking as you reached the bottom of the stairs and walked to the train car.

Inside you saw a exhausted but okay Erica, laying in the arms of Stiles. Isaac and Scott stood to the side while Derek sat nearby the girl as well. "Good, she's alright," you let of a sigh of relief, getting all their attention.

Derek had gotten up leaving the car, Scott following close behind. You couldn't lie, it peaked your interest, so after making one final glance over the blonde girl you left the car as well and reached the duo.

"You know who it is."

"Jackson."

"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you?"

Derek nodded at the question.

"I'm gonna help you stop him. As part of your pack," Scott stated, giving you a look, you nodded at your best friend in agreement.

"If you want me in, fine. But we'll do it on one condition. We're gonna catch him, not kill him."

"And?"

You made eye contact with the Alpha, "We do it our way."

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andreafmn · 10 months

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 12

Word Count: 4.5K

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.

A/N: sorry this update took so long. It's sometimes hard to try an work around all the inconsistencies of the canon plot and it kills my inspo. But enjoy! 💖💖

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Outside the warehouse, (Y/N) could feel the loud music bustling its way through the walls. It made her pulse beat at time with the tempo. She could feel the bass of the music pumping inside her, building the nervous excitement that she already felt. She was ready to make herself nonexpendable to both Derek and her family. All she wanted was to prove just how great of an asset she could be.

Her parents had been training her for as long as she could remember. Using the “it's a tough world out there” excuse for it, they had submitted her to hours and hours of self-defense and weapon training. (Y/N) knew she was good enough to be put on the front lines of this war, even if no one believed in her.

It all made her miss her parents. For the longest time, they were the only constants in her life. The only people she could get close to without fearing that she would lose them. They had been her biggest supporters and she needed their vote of confidence now more than ever. She needed to feel like at least one person was in her corner.

(Y/N) saw Isaac and a disgruntled Erica, joining their side before they entered.

“So, what’s the plan?”

“Shouldn’t you already know?” Erica scoffs. “Although, I wonder which version you’re asking for. Our plan or your family’s?”

“Lay off, Erica,” Isaac grumbled. “All I know is that we need to find Jackson and stop him from getting his next victim.”

“And how exactly are you going to do that?” (Y/N) asked. “Last time I checked he has a paralyzing venom and superhuman strength.”

“Element of surprise?” the blond chuckled. “Look, we still need to meet up with Scott. It’s his plan after all.”

“Fine. Then let’s go.”

The three of them walked into the building. The stench of sweat and alcohol filled her nose, every one of her senses telling her to turn back around. But not even her fight-or-flight response would keep her from helping that night. She would be respected –one way or another.

(Y/N) followed Isaac and Erica into the rave, even as her limbs begged her to turn back. And maybe she should have listened. The flashing lights and the thumping bass strangled her but her mind had been made up. They would get Jackson that night, no matter what.

Their eyes followed the crowd, their heads in full alert. Everything they did could only end one of two ways –trapping Jackson or another death in their hands. And deep down. (Y/N) wanted to be the one to do it. It would be her only chance to show everyone what she was made of.

“(Y/N), why didn’t you tell me that Allison was going to be here?” Scott questioned as he joined the trio, worry evident in his eyes. “More than that, that your family is here?”

“I told Derek,” she defended herself. “I thought he would have told you too. I promise this wasn’t meant to be an ambush, Scott. Next time I’ll tell you myself.”

“No, it’s okay,” he sighed. “It’s just that seeing Allison here took me aback. I didn’t think I would have to worry about her tonight.”

“I am sorry, Scott. I thought after this morning you might have already known how big our family’s involvement had gotten.”

“Seriously, (Y/N), it’s okay,” he smiled reassuringly. “But I want to make sure things go on without a hitch. So, Isaac, I’m gonna need you to tranquilize Jackson.”

Scott pulled out a silver tranquilizer gun, presenting it to a surprised blond. “Why me?” he questioned, doubt clouding his eyes.

“Because I gotta make sure the Argents don’t completely ruin the plan. Okay, you better do it intravenously which means in the vein. When you find him, you pull back on this plunger right here. In the neck is probably going to be the easiest. So you find a vein, you jam it in there, and pull back on the trigger.”

“Don’t you think I’m the better choice here?” (Y/N) interjected, her hushed voice hiding her anger. “I’m the only one here that we know is immune to Jackson’s venom.”

“You also don’t heal like we do,” Scott responded. “It’s not that I don’t trust you with this, (Y/N). But the less people that get hurt, the better.”

The girl was sure her face was growing red, anger bubbling deep inside her. One more person to add to the people that did not believe in her. “Fine,” she said. “But I’m staying close by and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“That’s alright,” he smiled weakly. “Just be careful.”

“Oh, I doubt this will even slightly hurt him,” Isaac laughed, inspecting the small gun.

“No, I mean you,” Scott explained, his eyes trained on the blond. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Any of you.”

As the shaggy-haired boy left, Isaac followed him with his gaze. There was surprise in his blue eyes and a slight hint of confusion. “You okay?” (Y/N) asked her friend.

“Yeah, I just… he cares.”

“Of course he does,” she smiled. “Why wouldn’t he?”

“I don’t know. I guess, I’m still not used to people caring,” he said sheepishly before slipping on his confident façade as Erica joined them. “Okay, so, me and Erica will distract him. I’ll tranquilize him and you make sure no one sees us carrying him out.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Erica responded. “Too bad you’re missing out on the action, (Y/N).”

And where the Argent girl would have normally bitten back, she remained quiet because the blonde was right. She was missing out. Because her family didn’t trust her and neither did her friends. Even under the guise that they were just trying to protect her, she knew it was because they didn’t think she could do it. That she couldn’t pull her weight.

But instead of sulking, (Y/N) followed them to where Jackson was already prowling. The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies, pushing against each other, leaving very little room to work around. They justled around, fists pumping and elated smiles on their faces. Too enthralled and oblivious to know what was happening right under their noses. These people were at a party with no knowledge that two killers walked amongst them.

Erica was the first to reach Jackson, snaking her hand around his neck to attract his attention in a sultry manner. Then, Isaac joined them, pretending to be just as interested in Erica as Jackson seemed to be. They were at a party, (Y/N) thought. That was what people did at parties.

They grind against one another, pretending there’s some sort of instant connection that could get them lucky that night. Call it pheromones or call it hornyness, most of the people in her vicinity were falling victim in that game. And it made her wonder, that maybe with the right person, she could also be one of those victims. She could imagine that she was just a normal teenager, enjoying a loud and flashy rave, waiting for the moment the guy she was with would kiss her.

But (Y/N) wasn’t there with anyone and she wasn’t normal. She hadn’t even been born into normal. No, she was there making sure Jackson didn’t turn into a bloodthirsty reptilian and off his master’s next victim before Isaac could knock him out. As Isaac and Erica closed the distance between their bodies and Jackson’s, the blond boy pulled out the tranq gun, ready to make his attack.

And Jackson noticed. He sported his Kanima nails and sunk them into the pair’s stomachs, muttering something she couldn’t quite decipher. Isaac and Erica twisted in pain, the gun falling from the boy’s hand as he groaned in discomfort and dropped to the floor.

(Y/N)’s eyes were focused on the silver gadget on the floor, close to being trampled by the moving bodies. That was her moment and she would take it. Rather than helping her friends, she dove for it, gliding through the crowd to get to it.

She heard Isaac telling her to stay back, but the adrenaline was already pumping through her veins. She was capable, she repeated to herself. (Y/N) needed to get the tranquilizer and stop Jackson from getting to his victim. Once in her hands, her palms trembled at how cold it was; heavier than she had thought too. But it was there, and she had the power to stop him.

(Y/N) stalked quietly toward him. His eyes were trained directly in front, too distracted to think that she could be right behind him. And she knew she had to be quick. One wrong move and everything would have been for nothing. Without another grueling thought, she pressed against him and sank the needle in his neck, pulling the trigger as she felt it disappear into his skin.

What she didn’t account for was his weight falling completely onto her. She tried her hardest to keep him up, but it wouldn’t take long before his body would bring them both to the ground.

“That was a very dumb thing you did, (Y/N),” Isaac said as he took Jackson in his arms.

“But I got it done,” she smirked. “Now, let’s get him out of here.”

Between him and Erica, they carried Jackson’s unconscious body out of the dance floor and into a small room where they were supposed to wait for Stiles and Scott. The tension inside was thick, choking to the point that it was almost unbearable. The Reyes girl was angry that she had failed to do her task and that (Y/N) had jumped in to save the day. Meanwhile, Isaac was angry that she had gotten herself into a dangerous situation.

“You can’t seriously be angry at me, Lahey,” she whispered to her friend. “I did what I had to do to get him here.”

“And what would you have done if you hadn’t?”

“Something we won’t know because I did, Isaac,” she retorted sternly. “Contrary to popular belief, I am capable of a lot more than any of you give me credit for. Even for a human.”

“The problem is you are a human, (Y/N). You can get hurt and there will be a time that we won’t be able to help you.”

“And that’s a risk I am willing to take. Just like all of you are.”

Before Isaac could answer, the door swung open, putting the two werewolves on high alert.

“Just me,” he said as he threw his hands up in front of him. “Don’t freak. Is he okay?”

“Well,” Isaac said, his eyes trained on (Y/N). “Let’s find out.”

His claws sprouted from his hand, ready to sink into Jackson as he had done to him minutes before. But he did not get the chance to enact his revenge. Even in his unconscious state, the Whittmore boy was still sentient. His arm flew up, stopping Isaac’s and bending it until he finally released it.

“Okay, no one does anything like that again,” (Y/N) called as Isaac fell back. “So much for not getting hurt?”

“Shut up,” he muttered toward her, inspecting the damage in his hand. “I thought the ketamine was supposed to knock him out.”

“I think this is as good as we’re gonna get,” Stiles said. “So let’s hope that whoever’s controlling him decided to show up tonight.”

“I’m here,” Jackson said, startling everyone in the room. His voice was chilling and devoid of any humanity. “I’m right here with you.”

“Jackson, is that you?” Stiles asked, crouching in front of Jackson’s seemingly tranced body.

“Us,” he responded. “We’re all here.”

“This is getting too ‘We are Legion,’” (Y/N) muttered. “Too biblical for my taste.”

Stiles shushed her before turning back to the knocked-out boy. “Are you the one killing people?”

“We are the ones killing murderers.”

Stiles continued his sleuthing into Jackson’s subconscious, and possibly into who was controlling him. He reiterated everything they already knew. They were killing killers. That much was certain. But they didn’t understand why. Who had they killed that had prompted so much bloodshed?

“They murdered me,” Jackson answered again. His head was trembling as his eyes turned red and yellow, his transformation into the Kanima slowly slipping in. “They murdered me!”

“Okay, more ketamine,” Stiles mumbled. “The man needs more ketamine.”

“It’s all gone,” Isaac answered.

“You used the whole bottle?” (Y/N) exclaimed. “And that didn’t even last.”

Then, Jackson stood snarling at the teens, his head convulsing rapidly as reptilian skin ate at his human one. They stammered out of the room, slamming the metal door behind them. But it wasn’t enough. It never would have been enough. They were dealing with a creature with unparalleled power and speed, and he had one thing to do. Jackson broke through the metal walls, disappearing into the club, and getting lost in the crowd. Everything they had done had been for nothing.

They moved toward the exit, getting trapped between the people that had already grown tired of the party and were leaving. It separated them into pairs. Stiles and (Y/N) were outside first, looking around for any sign that the murder had taken place and that someone else knew. But people milled out of the warehouse as though nothing had happened. As though no one had seen a thing.

“What is that?” (Y/N) questioned, pointing at the black dust that seemed to circle the building. “Planning on building a ring of fire if Jackson escapes?”

“It’s mountain ash,” Stiles whispered as they moved toward his Jeep, a safe distance away from the door. “Supposedly, it keeps supernaturals where they are.”

“How do you know they won’t cross it?”

“We’ll have to see.”

“Hopefully not too late,” she said. But her words died as Derek jogged toward them, a look of worry on his face. His eyes were on her quickly, trying to speak without any words. “Um, we sort of lost Jackson inside.”

“(Y/N)!” Stiles exclaimed at her blurting. “We did. But, uh…”

At that moment, Isaac and Erica walked out, their gaze falling on the black ash. It was as though they were staring at a ten-foot wall in front of them, with no way through. Whatever that powder was, it had worked. Too well.

“I did something!” Stiles celebrated.

“Look at us humans doing something,” (Y/N) smiled. “And still they underestimate us.”

“What did you do?” Derek questioned, turning his attention toward her. “I thought I told you to hang back.”

“You don’t tell me what to do, Derek,” she bit back. “And I did what I had to. Because last time I checked…” Before they could continue arguing, a loud growl broke through the air. (Y/N)’s head snapped toward the sound, somehow knowing who it belonged to. “Scott?” she whispered. “Is that Scott?”

“What?” Stiles questioned her as everyone’s gaze fell on her.

“Break it,” Derek directed. But Stiles refused.

“Scott’s dying!”

“Wait, what?” Stiles asked her. “How do you know that?”

“Oh, my god, Stiles,” Derek groaned. “Just do it!”

With a wave of his hands, Stiles broke the barrier and Derek ran right through. And before anyone could argue, (Y/N) followed. She didn’t understand why she had been able to hear Scott. All she knew was that she did and she could feel the pain and weakness in his call. He was begging for help and she had been able to listen.

“You should have stayed back,” the man beside her grumbled as they ran to where the growl had come from. “You could get seriously hurt.”

“I want to help, Derek. And I will,” she spoke through gritted teeth as they snaked through bodies in the room. “We have no idea what we’re walking into.”

“Fine,” he responded defeatedly as they reached a door at the back. “Just stay back.”

As he opened it, Scott’s weakened body was strewn on the floor. His face was toward the floor and, without the twitches he made, she would have sworn he was dead. Derek burst in first, swaying as soon as he did.

Suddenly, a flash of red jumped from the darkness beside the door and lunged a knife directly into Derek’s back. Victoria struggled with him, waving the blade as they fought for dominance. Whatever was in the air had weakened him and was making her a worthy adversary.

“Get… Scott,” Derek managed to croak out as he fought the Argent woman, crashing into the wall behind them.

(Y/N) dropped beside the boy, thinking of a way she could carry him out of the room without his help. She started snaking her arms under him, pulling his torso toward her to drag him out. But the little headway she made was destroyed as Derek stumbled onto her, making her fall alongside Scott.

“What the hell?”

“She’s gone,” Derek whispered, his eyes falling to where he had just been fighting with the woman. “Sorry, there’s wolfsbane in the air. It’s making me weaker.”

“It’s fine,” (Y/N) mumbled. “Let’s just get him out of here.”

They draped one arm of his around their shoulders and dragged the boy back to (Y/N)’s car under her instruction. There was no other way they could transport two hurt werewolves any other way. Carefully, they rested his body on the passenger seat before (Y/N) buckled him in.

“Where’s your bike?” Derek mumbled, holding his left arm, and trying to conceal the blood that was rushing out.

“I told Isaac to retrieve it from my uncle’s this afternoon,” she shrugged as she closed the car door behind her. “Something told me the SUV might have been the best bet tonight.”

“Well, I can…” he tried to speak quickly but a wince of pain killed his words. “I can drive. You should get your bike.”

“Isaac’s got it,” she said. “And I need to get the car back to the house somehow.”

“And you trust him with it?”

“As much as you would trust me with your own car,” she retorted. “Now, you’re hurt and clearly still a bit buzzed from the inhaled wolfsbane. So stop arguing.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “Just don’t kill us before we get there.”

“Can’t make any promises,” she smirked. “Now get into the backseat, sour wolf.”

They drove in silence to the veterinary office, their eyes meeting in passing through the rear-view mirror. There were so many words unsaid between them but too many things had happened that overwhelmed them. One more talk at that very moment and they would probably say something one of them would regret. As much as (Y/N) wanted to talk to him, Derek looked too weak to withstand a screaming match with her.

All the anger she felt toward him dissipated as she saw his head fall back in pain, his wounds not healing as quickly as they should have. At that moment, (Y/N) wanted to comfort him. If it hadn’t been for Scott’s unconscious body on the seat next to her, she would have driven him to her home and taken care of the wounds herself.

Instead, she parked in front of the small veterinary office, where Deaton was waiting for them. He hurried to the passenger side, helping Derek carry Scott into the operating room in the back. They laid the boy on the metal examining table and allowed the doctor to do his work.

“Derek, I’ll get to you as soon as I am done with him,” Alan said. “I just have to make sure his healing starts before any real damage is done to his lungs.”

“I can help him,” (Y/N) offered. “I know enough about first aid to close a couple of cuts.”

“Oh, um, are you sure?” the doctor questioned. “I know he’s in pain, but it’ll only take a couple of minutes.”

“Let her,” Derek groaned. “Anything is better than keeping this wolfsbane inside.”

“Alright then,” the man conceded before handing (Y/N) a medicine cup filled with a black powder. “Make sure you place this directly on the wounds before you close them.”

Deaton handed (Y/N) a tray of supplies and a pair of gloves and showed them to his smaller check-up room as he tended to Scott. The two kept quiet during every step. As Derek removed his shirt and (Y/N) washed her hands, as she wiped away the blood that stuck to his skin and pressed the powder into the stab wounds, as she sutured the cuts and bandaged them. All quiet.

“Thank you,” Derek croaked as he broke the silence. “For everything you’ve done tonight.”

“Well, I couldn’t very well leave you guys to die because of my family,” she shrugged. “I’m doing what anyone would have done.”

“I don’t think anyone else from the Argent clan would have saved us.”

“Well, they don’t count as anyone,” she chuckled. As he tried to join her in laughter a wince fell out of his mouth as he moved his arm too fast. “How bad does it hurt?”

“Better now,” he sighed, sinking into the chair he was in. “I want to apologize, (Y/N). When you called, I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t capable.”

“You don’t ha…”

“I do, (Y/N). You have to know that what I said was because I can’t see you get hurt. I spoke rashly and I need you to understand that I didn’t mean it. You’re more than able to do everything we can do, I just can’t bear if something happened to you because of it.”

“Sooner or later, everyone will just have to accept the fact that I am a part of this world and that I can help in ways others can’t,” she responded as she sat beside him. “I just want to feel like I am valuable to the pack and not just another human you need to protect. I know there are things I can bring to the table that no one else can.”

“Like how you were able to not only hear Scott’s howl but to know that he was hurt,” he said. “Or how you never crossed the mountain ash threshold.”

“What’re you talking about, Derek? I heard Scott’s howl because it was loud and I didn’t cross the line because I had no need to,” (Y/N) chuckled. “Nothing else is happening there.”

“I don’t think that’s true, (Y/N). You’re different somehow, and I’m sure there are other unexplainable things that have happened to you. I mean, you’re even immune to the Kanima’s venom for some reason.”

(Y/N) kept quiet because it was true. Just like she had felt that Deaton was more than he led on or how she simply knew that Scott was dying. It was something that had happened to her over the years. Sometimes, she just felt things. But she didn’t know how to explain it to Derek. She was probably different, but she didn’t know why or how.

“Don’t know what you want me to say, Derek,” she sighed. “If I am anything other than human, my parents have not told me and I haven’t found out. But I would rather talk about anything else. Please, no more unexplainable things.”

“Alright,” he smiled softly, the only thing he could muster with the pain. But his smile didn’t last long, his face falling into a worried frown. “Something happened tonight when I was struggling with your aunt.”

Her eyes fell on his, questioning the dread that befell on his face. “What happened, Derek?”

“I bit her as we fought,” he confessed, his gaze falling to his bandaged arm. “I-I… I thought it was the only way she would let me go and I simply did it.”

“Derek, you did what you had to do,” she replied, placing a hand on his arm. “Whatever happens next, it’s not your fault.”

The man sighed before he continued, roaming his eyes over her hand. “Do you know what hunters do when they are bit or scratched deep enough?” When she shook her head no, he continued. “They kill themselves. Rather than accepting the change, they choose death over becoming one of us.”

“And did you? Bite her deep enough?”

“I did,” he admitted. “I did and now…”

“It’s still not your fault,” she reassured. “My family is so scared of becoming a werewolf that they’ve become monsters themselves. To choose death over a life like this, I think it’s cowardice. And that’s on them.”

“Why do you think so differently? I don’t think I’ve ever met a hunter, let alone an Argent, that thinks like you.”

“My father. Something tells me my father cares more about werewolves than he lets on,” she smiled. “But he’s on your side just as much as I am. And if it’s ever necessary, he’d help you as much as I would.”

“Two Argent hunters choosing the supernatural side over their family. Never thought I would see the day,” he laughed, the tension leaving his shoulders with every chuckle. “How did it take this long for our paths to cross?”

(Y/N) smiled at him; grateful the conversation was finally shifting. “Well, I’ve been all over the country and there’s a couple of years of difference between us,” she stated teasingly. “I’m sure that’s why it took so long.”

“But you’re here now,” he said, his eyes falling to her lips for a second.

“I am,” she grinned, slowly leaning toward him. “I am right here, right now.”

“Good,” he smiled, inching closer and closer.

But a knock rang through the room and their eyes snapped to the open door. Deaton stood by the doorway, a knowing smile on his face. “I wanted to let you know that Scott’s awake,” he said. “And I know you’re recovering, but I do have to wake up early in the morning.”

“Of course,” Derek responded. “Thank you.”

As soon as the doctor left, the pair broke into quiet laughter. The universe had stopped them once again and she didn’t know if fate was trying to keep them apart or make them work for it. It had also become cruel how many times they had been so close to kissing before they were interrupted.

“We could just get it out of the way,” she offered. Her head fell onto his shoulder. Looking at his face was temptation enough. “Maybe the next time no one will walk in; finally break this curse.”

“No, (Y/N),” he sighed with a smile. “If we’re doing this, we’re doing this right. Not rushed or just to get over it.”

“Fine,” she whined. “I guess you’re not going to jail tonight.”

“That’s good to know,” he chuckled. “But it is time for all of us to go home. Unfortunately, none of this is over yet.

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Young Love- Derek Hale X Vampire!Reader

Summary: What if instead of Derek falling for Paige when he was younger, he fell for Y/N?

After Y/N randomly left Beacon Hills leaving a young teenage Derek Hale confused and frustrated, she finally returns after a few years, grown and the new history teacher of Scott and the rest of his pack.

Warning: pure filth, enemies to lovers to strangers to lovers again, switch Derek, a bit of angst and smut and fluff, oral male and female receiving, breast worship, and so on…

Enjoy my beautiful readers-

November 7th, 2004

Sitting alone in the music room, practicing my piano trying to focus I hear this bouncing? Fed up with it, I go out to see who’s making all this noise, the second I enter the hallway I make direct eye contact with the one and only, Derek Hale.

“You mind playing basketball somewhere else?” I say clearly agitated,

“Why would I do that?” The arrogant voice of the Hale boy rings against my ears.

“Because idiot, i’m trying to practice” I state through gritted teeth, my eyes glaring at the raven haired boys.

“ooh looks like we’ve got a feisty girl on our hands boys” he says grinning,

Not wanting to play into his games I roll my eyes and shut the door of the music room, praying that the music from the piano drowns out the idiotic boys in the hallway.

After that interaction, about a week later I’m sat at my usual lunch table with my friends Paige and Grace comparing our test answers for history when all of a sudden Paige looks up and smiles, she grabs Grace and quickly their off. Confused, I look up to see the Hale boy walking towards me, that same cocky grin on his face that he had earlier in the week.

“What do you want Hale.” I say rolling my eyes,

“Just wanted to say I think you look gorgeous today, Y/N”

I choke on my milk, “Sorry?” I ask my face heating up,

“You heard me, Cmon Y/N let’s go on a date” He says confidently,

“Yeah i’m good” I say confused but flattered, “is this some kinda sick joke?”

“Why would i be joking?” Derek says with raised eyebrows, I reluctantly agree on going on the date, little did I know what Id be getting myself into.

After our first date, we would use any excuse to see each other and by seeing eachother, I really mean going into empty classrooms and dark hallways to makeout with eachother until we lost our breath. We were whipped for eachother.

That is until my uncle Alaric called me, he sounded really worried, something was going on with his wife, my aunt and he thought i could help. I had no time to say goodbyes to anyone not Paige or Grace. Not even Derek. Little did I know, me going to Mystic Falls would lead to me becoming what my uncle was sacred of, what he hunted. A vampire.

September 8th, 2012

“Good morning class! My name is Ms. Y/L/N, I’ll be your new history teacher!” I happily speak out, “I hope to get to know each and everyone of you lot very well! I know you all probably don’t want to be here given history is the most boring subject” I say using my fingers as air quotations for the last part.

“But i hope you know i’m trying my very best to make this class enjoyable, I’m not one to give out homework, and i’ll always try to give you as much class time as i can to help you guys, so please if you’ve got any questions i’ll be more than happy to help you guys.” I say making eye contact with a boy with a buzz cut, i can tell he’s going to need help.

The year started our lovely, that is until this blonde girl, Erica, waked into class looking as confident as ever, it was a good look on her don’t get me wrong, but i could tell by her smell that she was a wear wolf. As the year started I could tell who was and wasn’t aware of the supernatural world. the people who I knew that know about it were, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Stiles Stillinski, Erica Reyes, Issac Lahey, and Boyd. I’m sure some others knew but those were my main suspects. There was this one kid, Matt I knew he was up to something i just didn’t know what.

I was going to sub in for Mr. Harris as he randomly didn’t show up and the school didn’t have any substitutes that could come in last minute, so as any good teacher would I rushed over, as i walked in I heard Scott and Stiles whisper about how Derek Hale is trying to expand his pack. Hearing this I stiffened my back and coughed to get the student’s attention. I made direct eye contact with scott and with that, he knew that I knew about him and his friends.

Given that the class was the last of the day, when the bell rang i started writing notes for Mr.Harris when none other than the trouble duo came up to my desk, “Need help?” I ask not looking up from my paper at the two.

“you know about us.” Scott says, his heart rate rising, “are you a wolf too?” the boy with the buzz cut butts in,

“something like that.” I say finishing my notes, “what is it you were saying about derek hale?” I ask, standing up.

Me being impatient, I compelled the two boys into telling me everything they know, once they are done, we chat for a bit more before i’m off. I’m about to get in my car when I notice a tire in flat. I turn around as i’m greeted with Issac claws out pointed at me.

“Hello Mr. Lahey” I speak up, with a calm voice.

“What did something like that mean?” He asks, that sly fucker listened into my conversation with Scott and Stiles,

“Vampire, blood sucker, you know whatever they call us these days.” I say shrugging, “what’s it to you?” I ask the boy, when suddenly it clicks, he thinks i’m the Kanima,

“you sure?” he asks, “I need you to come with me”

“I’m your teacher Issac, me getting into your car would be highly inappropriate.” I know for a fact issac doesn’t care and he won’t leave till i do so with that i get into the passenger seat.

After a quiet drive and a few empty threats, we show up to a loft type place? slowly walking behind him we get a these big doors to which he opens, “Derek, I think we found our Kanima” issac says out loud to which i scoff. he can’t be serious.

“derek’s out right now with boyd but he’ll be back” Erica states, “Ms. Y/L/N?” she says confused as me and isaac walk in,

“Hey Erica” I say with a smile unbothered by the situation, “for reference i’m not the Kanima but i’m glad you guy’s thought of me” I say a smile plastered on my face.

“only. a kanima would say that” Issac says with a scoff, suddenly he cuts me with something normally i would care and it would heal, but i let out a scream, that little shit has vervain. I fall to the ground holding my wound.

What feels like two hours which is really ten minutes go by when Erica and Issac stand up at the opening door. In walks in boyd, with Derek Hale in all his glory,

Boyd is the first out of the two to notice me, “Ms. Y/L/N? holy shit are you ok?” he asks, the second my last names leaves his mouth derek looks up, there he is, the boy who i fell in love with then abandoned.

“don’t, she’s the kanima.” erica says her eyes glowing at me,

“If i was the kanima I don’t think vervain would take me down but here we are” i say, the veins under my eyes showing as well as my fangs,

“Y/N?” Derek says looking at me, “you three get out of here” he says looking at his pack members,

“but-“ is safe starts but is cut off,

“she’s not the Kanima.” he says his red eyes glowing at the three, and with that, they leave,

i try to muster the energy to move, or to even thank him but it’s cut short as a shooting feeling of pain hits me, causing me to scream, worried, derek runs over “how can i help you?” he asks looks at the wound,

“blood. i need blood and fire.” i says throwing my head back in pain, derek runs off and comes back with a blow torch and his claws out,

“her i got fire and you can use my blood” he says starting at his once girlfriend,

“fuck that, i’m not feeding off you, i’ll kill you” i say looking him in the eyes, but everyone knows derek hale is the most stubborn person ever. “it’s going to feel weird but when it gets too much tell me okay?” i say as he nods. with that i close my eyes as my fangs come out and i sink them into his neck, tasting the blood in my mouth sent a sense of euphoria to come over me, and i think him too as he lets out a sudden groan, after a little bit i pull back as i grab the torch and i burn the vervain out of me. the pains too much for me so i pass out, the world going black.

I wake up to the smell of coffee and the sun shining into the room, i’m on a mattress and i’m wearing a large shirt which i assume is derek’s, i groan and sit up only to meet the gorgeous green eyes i once yearned to see. “hey” i mutter weakly,

“where we’re you all this time?” derek says handing me a cup of coffee,

“I was with my uncle, in Mystic Falls, i became a vampire just a little while after i came there, that’s why i never came back i was scared that if you saw me like, we’ll you know, that you wouldn’t love me anymore.” i say looking down at the floor, “i was ashamed derek, and i feel so bad” i say finally meeting his gaze,

“how’d you die.” he asks, sadness in his voice,

“it was either me or my sister who had to die, so i took the step forward and here i am” I say a weak smile on my face. the rest of the day is spent with me and derek catching up, the things we missed, i never thought that seeing him and the conversation we had would lead to him, laying down on the mattress half naked, with me in top of him making out. hey, maybe old habits really do die hard.

I let out a small moan as his hands wrap around me and unclip my bra, “derek” i moan as one of his hands goes to my breast and the other goes into his mouth, i don’t think i’ve ever felt this good holy shit, his mouth moves from my boob to my neck, which leads to him flipping me over and removing my pants and underwear, his hand finds my clit as he plays with it, leaving little figure 8’s making me moan, the other hand goes to his pants and with one hand he pulls them off, he kissed my mouth, then my neck, then my breasts to my stomach then to my mound, my hands go straight to his hair as his skilled tongue draws patterns on my clit to my entrance, the feeling is so divine and i feel as if i’m about to come when he stops,

he draws a whine out of me, “calm down my girl, i want you to come around my cock” he says stroking his member.

i close my eyes as he enters me, and shock of pain and pleasure erupts through my body as he slowly starts moving. his pace gets rougher and rougher as we both start moaning louder and louder, I flip him over as i started riding him, pinning his hands above his head, i bite my lip and let my head fall against his chest as this new position is the one to send me over the edge, i feel my stomach start to tighten as i finally let my release go, clenching around derek

“oh fuck” i hear him slip out as he comes inside of me, completely emptying himself. I drop next to him as he holds me close, “stay with me this time?” he says staring into my eyes,

“of course” i say smiling.

later that day i changed into better clothes, i saw derek standing behind the kitchen island washing the counter, i walked over and kissed him.

as i pretended to drop something, he laughs it iff but it’s stuck in his throat as he feels my hand palm him, i pull down his sweats and start massaging him with a grin, “you dont need to.” he starts but i just smile as i take him in my mouth.

he lets out a moan as his hand goes behind my head pushing me further down his large cock, this man had to be atleast 9 inches, i continue to deepthroat him as i hear the door open, hearing that mixed with the voice of erica and issac only make me keep going i can tell derek is annoyed that they came here, but i know he’s happy that i’m continuing.

they walk into the room and start talking to him, i reach my hand to fondle his balls as he lets out a chocked growl and i feel something shoot down my throat, suddenly i hear issac stop talking, “oh shit derek” he says laughing as he realizes what happened, quickly he leave pulling erica behind him, her still being confused,

i stand up and kiss his lips, with a smirk, me coming back is going to be so fun.

Hey gang! sorry i haven’t posted in a while, i’ve has loads going on omfg. sorry if the words are wrong, not only am i on the phone but english isn’t my first language. i hope you enjoyed and make sure to send requests.

muah muah -Bailey

#derek hale #derek hale smut #derek hale fluff #teen wolf #teen wolf smut

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Diverse Sexuality (TV Shows)

Community (2009)

Craig Pelton (Unlabeled MLM)

Frankie Dart (Unspecified WLW)

Ever After High (2013)

Apple White (Unspecified WLW)

Darling Charming (Unspecified WLW)

Glee (2009)

Adam Crawford (Gay)

Alistair (Unspecified MLM)

Blaine Anderson (Gay)

Brittany Pierce (Bisexual)

Dani (Lesbian)

David "Dave" Karofsky (Gay)

Elliott Gilbert (Gay)

Hiram Barry (Gay)

Kurt Hummel (Gay)

Leroy Barry (Gay)

Santana Lopez (Lesbian)

Sebastian Smythe (Bisexual)

Spencer Porter (Gay)

Grey's Anatomy (2005)

Amelia Shepherd (Bisexual)

Arizona Robbins (Lesbian)

Callie Torres (Bisexual)

Carina DeLuca (Bisexual)

Eliza Minnick (Lesbian)

Erica Hahn (Lesbian)

Levi Schmitt (Gay)

Mika Yasuda (Bisexual)

Nico Kim (Gay)

Taryn Helm (Lesbian)

Teddy Altman (Bisexual)

Hazbin Hotel (2024)

Alastor (Asexual, Aromantic)

Angel Dust (Gay)

Charlotte "Charlie" Morningstar (Lesbian)

Cherri Bomb (Bisexual)

Husker (Pansexual)

Sir Pentious (Bisexual)

Vaggie (Unspecified WLW)

Valentino (Pansexual)

Vox (Bisexual)

Heartstopper (2022)

Ben Hope (Unspecified MLM)

Charles "Charlie" Spring (Gay)

Darcy Olsson (Lesbian)

Isaac Henderson (Asexual, Aromantic)

Nick Nelson (Bisexual)

Tara Jones (Lesbian)

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir (2015)

Alix Kubdel (Aromantic)

Caline Bustier (Unspecified WLW)

Gisèle (Unspecified WLW)

Juleka Couffaine (Unspecified WLW)

Marc Anciel (Unspecified MLM)

Max Kanté (Asexual)

Nathaniel Kurtzberg (Unspecified MLM)

Rose Lavillant (Unspecified WLW)

Zoé Lee (Unspecified WLW)

Modern Family (2009)

Cameron Tucker (Gay)

Gil Thorpe (Gay)

Mitchell Pritchett (Gay)

Pepper Saltzman (Gay)

Ronaldo (Unspecified MLM)

Private Practice (2007)

Amelia Shepherd (Bisexual)

Shadowhunters (2016)

Alexander "Alec" Lightwood (Gay)

Aline Penhallow (Unspecified WLW)

Magnus Bane (Bisexual)

Olivia Wilson (Unspecified WLW)

Samantha (Unspecified WLW)

Station 19 (2018)

Carina DeLuca (Bisexual)

Eli Stern (Bisexual)

Emmett Dixon (Gay)

Maya Bishop (Bisexual)

Travis Montgomery (Gay)

Steven Universe (2013)

Bismuth (Lesbian)

Dogcopter (Gay)

Harold Smiley (Gay)

Pearl (Lesbian)

Peridot (Asexual, Aromantic)

Ruby (Lesbian)

Sapphire (Lesbian)

Stumptown (2019)

Dex Parios (Bisexual)

The Owl House (2020)

Amity Blight (Lesbian)

Darius Deamonne (Gay)

Eda Clawthorne (Bisexual)

Gilbert Park (Unspecified MLM)

Harvey Park (Unspecified MLM)

Hunter (Bisexual)

Lilith Clawthorne (Asexual, Aromantic)

Luz Noceda (Bisexual)

Willow Park (Bisexual)

9-1-1 (2018)

David Hale (Unspecified MLM)

Evan "Buck" Buckley (Bisexual)

Henrietta "Hen" Wilson (Lesbian)

John Russo (Unspecified MLM)

Karen Wilson (Lesbian)

Michael Grant (Gay)

Tommy Kinard (Gay)

9-1-1: Lone Star (2020)

Carlos Reyes (Gay)

Tyler Kennedy "TK" Strand (Gay)

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vxdret-imagines · 4 months

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

This post is a guide to all my writing, as well as a key tag for the content within them.

KEY:

explicit/18+ : (E)

mature/sensitive topics : (M)

character death : (X)

fluff and sweet stuff : (G)

oneshot : (O)

in progress : (I)

no warnings : (N)

For those who prefer to read their names in fics instead of Y/N, here is a tutorial by user jackrrabbit on how to download an extension that lets you use your name instead!

MAIN CAST:

Scott Mccall: Camping Trip P1 (I)

Stiles Stilinski: —

Derek Hale: —

Isaac Lahey: —

Theo Raeken: —

Liam Dunbar: —

Allison Argent: —

Lydia Martin: —

Malia Hale: —

Kira Yukimura: —

‘SIDE’ CAST:

Aiden Steiner: —

Ethan Steiner: —

Peter Hale: —

Chris Argent: —

Melissa Mccall: —

Erica Reyes: —

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Can you do an (lesbian) Erika from teen wolf smut? Like where you’re both Derek’s betas and have gæ crushes on each other

Warning: Erica Reyes x fem!reader, fingering, small pinch of degrading, all characters are of age

You stared at her from a distance. Her body swaying with Jackson and Isaac, letting them sandwich her between their bodies. She had a way of getting under your skin. You knew what she was doing. She was trying to get your attention. She had been doing it all night.

There was no sense in her trying when she had your attention all along. Even when she did not think you paid attention, you had been. You had always had a thing for Erica but could not bring yourself to make a move with her aside from occasional flirting. She seemed so out of her league.

Erica knew what she wanted and she had her ways of getting what she wanted. Even if it meant pissing you off in the process of realizing how badly you wanted her.

She was good at putting on a show. She seemed to be really enjoying herself. She really had you convinced until her eyes met yours and a smirk came to her lips.

"Unbelievable." You muttered as you took your drink, moving through the crowd. You keep your back to her as she squeezed from between the two of you, following behind you. You could hear her hot on your tracks without even seeing her.

"Don't you have a crowd to be entertaining?" You could smell the hint of liquor on her breath when she wedged herself in front of you. You knew she had not had near enough to get take any toll on her, but the liquor only went straight to her confidence.

She giggled at your reaction as you tried to ignore her presence. It was harder than it looked when she always made her presence well known. Erica had been overlooked by everyone for too long to be ignored. Except you, you had always thought the world of her even before Derek picked her to be one of his betas. She was so quick to drown in all of the attention she missed out on. It was like she had forgotten about you. She noticed the way you started to drift, to ween yourself from her. The more you tried, the farther she pushed herself into any situation just to see how jealous she could get you.

"Don't act like you didn't like the show?" She tilted your chin to look at her.

You rolled your eyes, moving your head out of her grasp. Her smirk never faded. She loved playing with you, seeing how far she could push you.

"Aww, come on, you'll always be my favorite girl." She teased. You ignored her, glancing around the rave in order to keep from giving her any attention. "I know how bad you want me. It's okay." Her hands fell to your sides as her lips brushed against your neck.

Your eyes widened slightly at the feeling of her red lips on your neck. "Just say the words and I'm all yours." She continued as your eyes met hers again, lingering over her for a moment in thought.

If that was the game she wanted to play, the game you were going to play.

Just as she was about to say something else, you pressed your lips firmly to hers to silence her. You did not have to say anything. You knew she would submit so easily to you.

You had enough of the teasing. Her hands were quick to wrap around your neck and pull you closer.

The rave was so full of intoxicated people, too full for anyone to notice the two of you off in the corner. You pushed her back against the wall, keeping the space between closed you closed with your body.

You worked your way down her neck, biting at her skin and kissing over the marks you left before her body healed them. She jumped wrapping her legs around your waist when your hands fell to her ass, kneading it underneath her skirt. You listened to the soft moans you pulled from her already. It was a shame no one could hear her over the music.

You shielded her body with your own, looking down at her as you pushed up her skirt the rest of the way.

Your fingers tracing the wet patch of her panties already, tsking to yourself at how wet she was so soon. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment the way you teased in front of everyone. It amazed you how she could not play her own game when you were playing with her.

"What's got you so wet?" You kiss against her jaw as your fingers rub back and forth against the wet patch, feeling it only getting bigger and wetter. You chuckled at how quiet she was all of the sudden. "First time I've heard you so quiet since you became a beta."

You grabbed the soaked fabric of her thin panties aside, taking her plump bottom lip between your teeth and giving it a tug. Your fingers slid through her folds, letting them coat your digits and sucking at her lip as she moaned.

"That all you needed? This was easier than I thought." You smirk as you let two of your fingers push inside of her, thrusting them in and out of her slow at first.

"Shut up." She snarled and you raised an eyebrow at her tone, quickening the pace of your fingers and easing in a third one. "Oh god..." You watched her head roll back against the wall.

You slapped your free hand against her cheek, pulling her back to the moment. "Keep them open. You're gonna watch me make you cum. Let everyone see you fall apart on my fingers."

#erica reyes #erica reyes drabble #erica reyes x reader #erica reyes smut #erica reyes x you #erica reyes x y/n #teen wolf drabble #teen wolf one shot #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf smut #erica reyes imagine

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kasplonkable · 2 years

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Isaac Lahey Hcs

Hey gang! I started rewatching Teen Wolf again, and I want to write about one of my favourite werewolves (sorry Remus). Anyway, this ended up being kinda angsty, hope you enjoy!!

he can’t stand the taste of coffee. It’s way too bitter for him, even with milk and sugar in it

he drinks tea though. He gets a lot of headaches around the full moon, so drinking ginger tea helps sometimes, but he can’t drink too much of it. Because of that, his second favourite tea is green tea

while he didn’t love working at the graveyard, the peace and quiet was nice. It was an opportunity to just sit and listen to his music, away from anyone who wanted to judge or hurt him.

a literal heater. He’s that one guy who wears shorts and a thin coat in the dead of winter

despite this, he absolutely loves jumpers and sweaters. Especially oversized ones that he can hide in. He keeps certain ones for when he’s having a bad day, so he can just bury himself in all the soft material

when he has a panic attack (which is often), he usually ends up grabbing one and curling up into a tight ball in the corner of his room

he makes sure that when he does, he keeps the door and window wide open. On one hand, he doesn’t want anyone to see, but his fear of being locked in far outweighs his embarrassment, and so the door stays open.

people think he’s this really sporty guy because he always takes the stairs, but it’s really because he can’t stand the idea of being trapped in the lift

after finding out about this, Scott takes it upon himself to challenge Isaac to race up the stairs. Stiles just takes the lift and meets them up/down there when they’re done

his favourite subjects in school are maths and French, because they just seem to make sense to him. For him, the numbers are easy to follow, it’s a bit like a puzzle, the logic behind it is fun

it’s for this reason he enjoys languages too. the similarities and differences between ones that have the same root language are fascinating to him, and he manages to pick them up really quickly. It was really useful when he moved to France, since he already knew a little and was more than willing to learn.

when he first met Boyd and Erica, his first thought was “oh fuck, they’re hot”, but he never said anything. He never really had the opportunity to explore his sexuality; between school, working at the graveyard, and hiding from his dad, he never really thought about it, and becoming a werewolf only added to the drama

it ended up being Erica who brought it up. It started off as a joke, just a light-hearted comment at Derek’s bus/den/hideout (literally what is that place?)

it was late, but close to the full moon. They were all way too antsy to sleep, which lead to an interesting round of late night confessions.

they cycled through the expected ones; Erica’s epilepsy, Boyd’s social anxiety, and before long they realised they all had a bit more in common than they had first realised.

that’s when Erica flippantly said “y’know, I think we would have made a pretty hot couple” “couple? Which one of us” Boyd questioned, looking between Isaac and Erica. “All three of us, duh” “oh.........oh”

and the rest is history

that was actually one of the only good parts of being with Derek, since it became kind of reminiscent of his time with his dad. He though life would get better once he left, but it was all pretty similar, what with the broken bones and emotional abuse

going with Scott was the best decision he ever made, although it’s not like he actually had much choice with Derek kicking him out the loft

for the first time ever, he actually felt like he had a home

I can’t help but feel like he was one of those kids that would just absolutely light up whenever something mundane happened

like, a bumble bee flying past him, or finding the park full of small daisies

when he was really young, his mum taught him how to make daisy chains, and he made one for everyone in his family

his dad ended up throwing his away, claiming “boys don’t play with flowers”, which resulted in an argument between him and his mum

whenever their parents would argue, Isaac’s older brother would distract him, either with a new video game, or the cool tree they could climb in the back garden

when their mum died, everything changed. Cam went to the army, and his dad...well, we know what his dad did

Cam coming home every now and then was some of the only relief Isaac had from his father. His dad wouldn’t try anything when he knew Cam was there

when Cam then died too, Isaac spent more time in that tree in the garden, but he no longer picked daisies

I think it’s only when he’s older and living in France, that he walks past a flower stall, and stops to buy a small bunch of daisies to put in his window at home

almost like some kind of memorial. A monument to his survival despite everything

And I think I'll leave it there for now!! Sorry it got a bit angsty at the end there, but I hope you enjoyed it regardless. I want to write another list like this one soon, but with exam season coming up, it might take a little while. Feel free to send me some suggestions though and I'll check them when I can!!

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too many memories - isaac lahey x y/n [part 2]

Part 1

Summary: After being dumped abruptly because Allison came back to life, Y/n and Isaac have one last conversation about it.

Trigger Warnings: mentions of death, angst

A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first part (and this can live up to the expectation). I probably won't write another part to this BUT!!! I have a very filthy Bucky Barnes fic in the works so keep an eye out!

word count: 1604

“So he just broke up with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Just like that?”

Y/N let out a big sigh. “Just like that.”

“So okay…” Stiles shot up from his bed. “…he said ‘My previous fling is back so I don’t want to date you anymore.’ Is that it?”

Y/N let out an annoyed sigh. “Not exactly but yeah. I’d appreciate it if you could stop rubbing it in.”

Stiles sat back down on his bed and threw an arm around Y/N. “I’m going to rip him to shreds.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as she responded “He’s the one with the claws.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m going to get the biggest branch of mistletoe around, wrap some wolfsbane all around it and shove it right up-“

“OKAY!” Y/N exclaimed, “Enough. I didn’t come here to hear you rage about Isaac.”

Stiles let out the fakest laugh she had ever heard, and replied “Yeah, you came here because you live here.”

Y/N felt the usual side effect of hanging out with her brother, annoyance, as she got up to leave to go to her room. “Whatever. Just thought I’d tell you first, before him and Allison start to get all lovey dovey.”

She took a step towards the door as her brother got up from his bed.

“Hey. It’s okay to feel sad sometimes.”

“Yeah, I know-“ her words were interrupted by Stiles giving her an unsolicited, and very awkward hug ”-I would if I did, but I don’t so don’t act like I do.”

“I know you do and so do you and once you do admit that you do, it will get easier to let go.”

“Stop hugging me before I hit you.”

“Yeah sorry.”

Stiles let go of Y/N and ignored her watery eyes to avoid the wrath of his annoyed sister. “We don’t have to meet them tomorrow if you don’t want to.”

“No, I’ll be okay.” She didn’t need reassurance about that. She got over her mom’s death, a heartbreak wouldn’t kill. She was just curious about how long it would take her to heal, and promised to give herself the time to feel the pain.

“Okay then. Get out before I kick you out like he did.”

The moment he finished his sentence his face went pale like he saw a ghost, Y/N didn’t need werewolf senses to practically hear the “I’m sorry.” bubbling in his throat. She let out a quiet “Oh my god.” before bursting into laughter. That seemed to ease Stiles enough, and as he let out a giggle her laugh became distorted and almost pained.

“Ah I’m sorry.” She let out in between sobs. “I think I’m gonna go.”

Stiles watched her wipe the snot coming out of her nose on her jumper, and made a mental note to mess with her about it later. “You can stay. Come here.”

“Cry all you want. I’m here.”

“You’ll be fine.”

“As long as you don’t get your snot on my t-shirt.”

Y/N got out of her brother’s Jeep and slammed the door behind her, which caused an angry grunt to escape Stiles’ lips. He swung his arm around her shoulders and they walked into Scott’s house together. He gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze, hoping that it would calm any nerves she might have, and yelled out “We’re here!” to signal the rest of the pack they arrived.

“We’re in my room!”

They made their way up the stairs, curiosity tingling on their fingertips. Allison, the girl they attended the funeral of, was behind the closed door of Scott’s room. Y/N took a breath and twisted the doorknob and took a step into the crowded room.

She contemplated whether or not she wanted to say hi to Allison, or anyone for that matter. Everyone had worried looks on their faces, Deaton and Scott leaning against the wall and whispering, while Derek, Lydia, Peter and Chris stared at the girl sitting on Scott’s bed, with Isaac’s hand in between hers.

They were having a conversation, and she was playing with his fingers and knuckles as her eyes stared into his. She looked like she could be playing the piano, or stroking the strings of a harp, and Y/N knew if she was, he’d be the most beautiful song ever composed.

As they entered the room, a few eyes darted to them but quickly went back to where they were focused on before, except Allison’s. She stared at Y/N with her beautiful, warm smile, and Y/N shot back the most welcoming smile she could force. She doesn’t know.

She decided to join Scott and Deaton, who were talking about how it might have been possible. She didn’t need to, it was obvious that they were clueless, but she felt like the smile she had to force had taken up all her energy already.

“Hey, am I not even going to get a hug?”

She turned around to face Allison, her mind racing to make up an excuse not to. She quickly figured out that she wasn’t going to find one, so she went to embrace Allison.

“Sorry. I haven’t had pleasant experiences with people who come back from the dead before.”

She was relieved to hear Allison lightly chuckle, the last thing she wanted was to make people think she was trying to cause a jealous argument.

“Ouch,” Peter said sarcastically, as he held his chest as if he was in pain, “was that a personal jab at me?”

Y/N thought about responding, but she knew it would turn into an unnecessary back and forth between them, so decided against it.

“Or are you just a whiny teenager who’s trying to deal with heartbreak?”

“So, we have no idea how she’s back here. She’s not a werewolf, or anything supernatural for that matter, as far as we can tell.” Scott spoke loudly, and Y/N felt grateful that she didn’t have time to respond.

Deaton stepped closer to the bed. “I advise you to keep an eye on her at all times, just to be safe.” He looked at Allison apologetically, “I hope you understand.”

“Yeah. Of course.”

Y/N saw Chris’ eyes soften, “I’ll watch her, you don’t need to worry about it.”

“So will I. If you don’t mind, Mr. Argent.” Chimed in Isaac. “You might need a werewolf around, just in case,” He looked at Allison, “right?”

“Oh you don’t need to,” said Allison, and kept talking but Y/N couldn’t understand a single word she was saying. She realized that the tiny thread of hope she was clinging onto was never there to begin with. How could she be so stupid? She turned around, and made her way down the stairs to get out to the fresh air. Her heart felt heavy, as if she was sinking down with every step.

She practically threw herself onto the porch and sat down. Stiles was probably worried about her, and Peter would definitely make fun of her, but she couldn’t care less. She didn’t have the strength to worry about the pack pitying her, all she wanted to do was to feel the light breeze on her naked arms and calm down.

She thought about the months she had spent with Isaac. Was she always the second option, even when Allison wasn’t alive? Has Isaac never truly loved or cared for her?

How could she be so blind?

She let her mind run wild, circle around her memories and taint them. Untill she heard the creak of the door.

“Hey. Are you okay?” Isaac spoke softly.

“Yeah.” She shifted slightly.

“You don’t seem okay.”

She wanted to say something witty, or maybe funny and lighthearted, but she figured it wouldn’t be worth the effort. “It’s just a weird situation, that’s all.”

“I know right?” he sat down next to her, “We’ve been up all night trying to figure it out. It’s like she has amnesia or something. She doesn’t remember much, not just about her time when she was like, dead, but also about us.”

She could feel his eyes on her face as she stared ahead.

“Have you guys considered the possibility that maybe that isn’t even her? And that you are housing a creature of some kind?” she asked while playing with the splinters on the sides of the wooden steps they were sitting on.

“We have. We’re just hopeful.”

She got up to go back inside, “Yeah. Thought so.”

As she opened the door, she felt Isaac lightly grab her arm.

“Lets talk about it, Y/N.” he almost whispered. She didn’t turn around, or acknowledge what he said, but she didn’t try to leave, which was enough to make him keep talking.

“I know I was weird, yesterday. And it felt like a break up, but I love you. I was just confused, and I had some unresolved feelings about her so I was a dick and I never meant to hurt you or to make you feel like I didn’t- don’t love you…”

“Isaac. It doesn’t matter.” She turned towards him, “I don’t want to be an option for someone to choose from. Let’s just let it go, okay?”

She could see his eyes getting glossy with tears. He swallowed as he shook his head. “You are not. Please, even if you don’t want me anymore… I didn’t choose her over you, I would nev-“

“You chose. You chose the second you let me walk out that door, you chose and you didn’t choose me.”

She spun back around to step inside.

“No, Allison, I love you.”

She let the tear escape, and stepped in.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N please.”

#isaac lahey x y/n #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey angst #isaac lahey imagine #isaac lahey #teen wolf angst #teen wolf fanfiction #teen wolf #beacon hills #jackson whittemore #allison argent #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #vernon boyd #derek hale #melissa mccall #erica reyes #scott mccall

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Isaac and Y/N : (arguing)

Y/N : I swear, if you don't shut up, I'll shut you up myself!

Isaac : What're you gonna do, bite me?

Y/N : Nope

Y/N : (picks up lunch tray and slaps it across Isaac's face)

Isaac : (falls) You bitch!

Scott : What the hell Y/N?!

Erica : Nice one!

Erica and Y/N : (high five)

Bonus -

Coach - You're my best lacrosse player, and my favorite student, but I'm gonna have to give you detention

Y/N - I understand

Coach - Lahey, detention for you too

Isaac - What? She hit me!

Y/N - And I'd do it again

Coach - That's my girl

#incorrect teen wolf x reader #teen wolf #isaac lahey #erica reyes #y/n #scott mccall #coach finstock #incorrect reader #reader insert #x reader #incorrect quotes x reader #isaac x reader #erica x reader #scott x reader #coach x reader #teen wolf x reader shorts

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maxineswritingcenter · 3 years

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 12

So I wanted to send out a warning that there is some spicy content. And I needed help from a friend ( @lusciousmalfoy67 ) with the spicy because.... I am ✨nervous✨. It’s there, there’s the warning. Spicy.

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My scream rang through the empty building, the same building from the vision. It had turned out to be a railway depot that had been foreclosed.

Derek rushed me inside, “Isaac, grab the chains.” Isaac looked at them, hesitating to grab them.

“NOW!” Derek roared, his eyes blazing red. Isaac grabbed the chains, handing them to Derek. I was on the floor, writhing in pain. My bones cracked and ached, my back arched off the concrete floor.

“(Y/N), you have to breathe.” Derek’s face filled my vision, “Just give into to the change.” I could feel Isaac wrapping the chains around my hands. I squeezed my eyes shut and my scream turned into a loud, ear splitting roar.

When I woke up, I felt the familiar feeling of my blankets around me. So I had made it home somehow. There was someone playing with my fingers gently, running their thumb over my knuckles. I opened my eyes looking and saw Derek there. He was leaning up against the bed frame, one arm wrapped around me and the other holding my hand.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

I inhaled deeply, “I feel okay, only a little bit like I was hit by a bus.”

“Do you remember anything?”

“No, I just remember that it hurt. What did I do?” He shifted us so that he was down beside me on the bed.

“Well, when Isaac was wrapping the chains around your hands you threw him across the room. Then you got up, roared, tried to go outside. So I had to body slam you through a wall, we fought for a while until you eventually knocked yourself out hitting a pole.”

I nodded, “That would explain it, wouldn’t it. Is Isaac okay?”

“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s laying low at the depot until it all blows over.” I nodded, turning into his body so my head rested on his chest.

“I talked to Deaton. He said my parents did a spell that would halt the change.” I looked up at him, “It also takes away my memories of anything werewolf related. So... I wanted to ask... Did we know each other?”

Derek took a deep breath and closed his eyes, “Yes, we did. We were friends. I came to see you after the fire, your parents told me to leave you alone.”

Laura waited at the end of the sidewalk that led to the (Y/L/N)’s house while Derek walked up to the front door, knocking hard. (Y/N)’s father opened the door.

“Is-Is (Y/N) home?” He asked, a slight tremble in his voice. Her father sighed.

“Derek,” He looked up, “Laura,” He looked back to Derek, “We are so sorry about what happened to your family. But we can’t let you see her. And from now on, you need to leave her alone.”

“Wh-what? Why? What did I do?” Without realizing it, his eyes had turned blue.

“Right there, that’s why. Hunters will see that, follow you here, and destroy our family. We have a good deal with the Argents, you understand.”

“But... Please, she’s my friend.”

“Not anymore.” Her father closed the door. Derek panicked, slamming his fists against the door.

“Wait! I need to say goodbye! Please! (Y/N)!” He shouted.

Laura pulled his hands from the door, turning him so he faced her.

“Enough. We need to go.” She pulled him towards the car.

The vision ended and I bit my lip.

“We left for New York after that.”

I held my head, “But... I remember you at school after the fire.”

“The spell your parents did took your memories and replaced them with fake ones. You remember seeing me in the halls, but I wasn’t there.”

“I can’t imagine how alone you felt, I’m sorry.” I wrapped my arm around his waist.

“It’s not your fault.” He was looking up at the ceiling, playing with a piece of my hair.

“It explains a few things. Our interaction at your house when you gave me your jacket makes so much more sense now.”

“When I saw you there, I thought...Maybe when you got hurt in the parking lot it had dropped the spell, you came to see me. But I could tell that you didn’t recognize anything besides someone you vaguely knew.” He looked at me, our faces mere inches apart.

“I hope the memories come back soon. Now it just feels like something is missing.”

“Maybe we can do something to help jog your memory.” He said with a sly smile.

“Like what?” I asked. He turned so he was on his side, his palm sliding over my cheek. I turned on my side as well, staring into his green eyes. They were bright enough to get lost in. So lost that I almost didn’t realize he was leaning closer, not until his lips brushed mine. And in that moment there was a spark. Not like they zap from static but it felt like lightning surging from his lips to mine. It wasn’t painful, it was like feeling butterfly wings against your nose. It felt like the heat of a bonfire.

He pulled away, his eyes fluttered open, “Did it work?” I shook my head. Feeling bold, I turned him on his back and straddled his hips. He inhaled sharply, his hands resting on my hips.

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t try it again.” I smiled, slightly breathless. He grinned and sat up, slipping his hands under my shirt and moving his hands over my back as he kissed me again. Derek’s touch warmed my body as if he were made of fire. Our lips were like magnets, only separating when something came between them. The first was my shirt, then his. Derek broke the kiss, his eyes taking in my body. My cheeks flushed under his gaze. He moved in to kiss along the line of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His lips trailed over my shoulder and across my collar bone drifting down my chest.

“Is this alright?” He asked softly against my skin.

“Mhmm” I couldn’t quite articulate anything further. I felt him as he continued moving lower. I gasped involuntarily as I felt his tongue softly flick my nipple which spurred him on. My fingers curled tightly in his thick dark hair as he lightly sucked and kissed my breast. Every touch lit a spark in me, shock waves traveling through my body. Even if my mind wouldn’t remember, it seems my body did. It’s like something placed itself into motion and I was being pressed down into the mattress. Derek hovered above me, one hand propped him up and the other slid down my front, undoing the button and zipper on my pants. He paused again, waiting for my nod for him to continue. I nodded, lifting my hips for him to slide my jeans and underwear off to be tossed to the unknown. My fingers fumbled with his jeans. As I began to slide them off, his breath hitched. He was hesitant... how long had it been since he had....this?

“Derek, we don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.”

“No, I’m not going to let her ruin this.” He removed the last of his clothing and there we sat for a moment, bare to the world and each other. Slowly, he laid me back on the bed, the softness of the sheets above me and the firmness of his body above made me lose any uneasy feelings I had. My hands ran up his sides and over his shoulder blades. He leaned down, growling softly in my ear as his hand went south towards my inner thigh. I squeaked a little when his thumb brushed the little bundle of nerves. He chuckled, bringing his hand up and licking his thumb. Cocky bastard.

“All that for me?” He grinned, positioning himself. My hand ran through his hair, tightening my hold and bringing his attention to my eyes.

“I may be patient, but not that patient. So-” I was cut off by a sharp gasp as he rocked himself inside. Any other time, it had always been a pleasurable sensation but now it felt like there was loud music playing and the bass was making my chest vibrate with every beat. Derek pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes glowing red. The reflection of his pupils showed me that mine were red as well. This was the ritual.

Derek fell beside me panting heavily. My chest rose and fell in rhythm with his. He was laying on his stomach so I could see the triskelion tattoo between his shoulder blades. I turned on my side, tracing it with my finger. He shivered at my touch and hummed. If those dreams from before told me anything, it was that I was on the right path, no matter how hard it was to get here.

“(Y/N)?” He turned to look at me, his head propped up by his arms.

“Yes?”

“I need you to help me today. There’s another person I’m looking at for the pack.”

“Derek,” I sighed, “I don’t think it’s safe to turn more people with the hunters around.”

“Just come by the hospital with me today. I promise you’ll understand.” I looked at him, thinking if I wanted to continue the Beacon Hills werewolf population.

“She needs our help.” He sat up, a serious look on his face.

I nodded, “Okay. Let’s go.”

At Beacon Hills memorial hospital, Derek and I had taken our seats in the waiting area, closer to the treatment rooms.

“Where did you find this girl anyway?”

“I heard her ambulance drive by, plus there’s a viral video of her having a seizure and it’s not pretty.”

I shook my head, “Why are people so cruel? I don’t understand how people have the time or energy to just be that hateful, it must be exhausting.”

“Listen... find Melissa McCall’s voice.” Derek leaned over, whispering in my ear. I closed my eyes, tuning out the voices in the emergency room.

“It's been a while since we saw you, Erica.” Melissa said kindly, “You were being so good about taking your medication.”

“Are you gonna tell my mom?”

“Well, I swear I don't want to, but there's this team of lawyers in the back who would break my legs, and I don't know if you've seen my legs, but for a girl my age? They're still pretty hot. So... doctor's gonna be in a minute, okay?”

“Okay.” When I opened my eyes, I saw Mrs. McCall leaving an examination room, placing a chart in its holder outside the door. Derek took my hand, pulling me to the room, closing the door behind us. Derek was looking at her chart that he had taken when we had come out. According to her chart, her name was Erica Reyes. She was a mousy looking girl, her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail. Her eyes were dull, lined by lack of sleep. She didn’t seem like someone who would stick out in a crowd, but one thing could make her the victim of cruel kids.

She sat up on the hospital bed, looking worried as two individuals who definitely weren’t doctors came into the room. And of course, Derek was an intimidating person.

“Lie still.” Derek looked over her chart, “Side effects may include anxiety, waking, acne, ulcerative colitis..." Yeesh!”

“Who are you?” She asked, looking between us.

“Let's just say we have a... mutual friend. You get a warning right before you have a seizure?”

“It's called an aura. It's-it's like a metallic taste in my mouth.”

“You don't have to lie, Erica. What does it really taste like?” He looked at her seriously.

“...It tastes like blood.”

“What if I told you... that all of this could go away? The side effects, the symptoms... all of it. And what if all those things not only went away, but everything else got even better?”

“How?”

“Let me show you.” He started to walk towards her, but I grabbed his arm before he made it further.

“Erica, before you say yes. You need to understand that there are consequences. If you are not extremely careful, you will be hunted down. If you don’t learn control, you could kill someone. That’s not something that goes away. So you need to think about this-”

“I’ll take it. I am tired of being the girl who shakes and pisses herself on the floor. I don’t care about the risks, I can’t live like this anymore, please.” She pleaded. I looked back at Derek, he only nodded. She was so troubled and desperate to be normal, something that I could understand seeing as I was someone who became the town’s pity case. But I could never imagine her life.

Derek stepped up beside me, his eyes red, “Do you want to give her the bite?”

“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.” I turned away, “I’ll watch the door.” I walked out and closed the door. The general chaos of the emergency room covered up the sound of Erica’s scream.

The next day was quiet. I had gotten some flack from Scott and Stiles about Erica and interrogated to find out who the next beta was going to be. And in all honesty, I had no idea who he was choosing next.

“You honestly don’t know?” Stiles leaned against the doorway of my room.

“Yes, Stiles, I don’t know.” I said, finishing up an inventory for the lacrosse team. He stomped up behind me, turning me in my chair abruptly so I looked at him.

“How are you so calm about this? Derek is drawing battle lines and all he sees is power. Who does that sound like?” He raised his eyebrows. I clenched my jaw and stared up at him.

“He is nothing like his uncle.”

“Ya know, you’re right. He’s not dead like his uncle. But he’s going to be when Gerard Argent cuts him in half.” He said in an exasperated voice, “You and Scott are important to me. You know that.” I reached up to my locket subconsciously.

“(Y/N), we found out who the other beta is. Vernon Boyd from the lacrosse team and we think he’s turning him tonight. You have to talk him out of it.”

“I can’t talk Boyd-”

“Not Boyd, Derek. Scott is going to the skating rink where he works, I’m going to his house to distract him if he’s still there. Please.” I sat back. Stiles was right, Derek was thinking about destroying the hunters, fighting fire with fire. He took the death of the omega personally, and I think that Gerard’s purpose of defending Kate’s memory was also a breaking point. I don’t think he realized that he was putting these kids in danger.

“Okay, I’ll talk to him.”

“Good.” He said, looking towards the door, “Because Scott is waiting in your car.” A horn sounded outside.

I pulled up outside of the skating rink and shut my car off. Scott looked at me, seeing my hands still gripping the steering wheel.

“Are you okay?”

“No. Derek made me believe that he was changing these people because they needed it, but now that I know that he’s changing them for a battle with the hunters?” I looked over at him, my eyes flashing red, “I’m pissed.”

Scott led the way inside, the skating rink was empty. I could remember when my parents had brought me here for a birthday party. Stiles had fallen on his ass many a’time, even when using the walker.

“Boyd, we just wanna talk...” His voice echoed through the rink. Somehow walking on the ice wasn’t as hard as it used to be.

“Hey, come on. Boyd, please. Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moons-- I mean everything.” We saw Boyd appear from the other sink of the rink.

“He told me about the hunters.” Boyd said, not seeming concerned at all.

“And that's not enough for you to say no? Whatever you want, there's other ways to get it.” Scott said incredulously.

“I just don’t wanna not eat lunch alone every day.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. So Derek’s approach was the closeness of a pack. Isaac wanted power, Erica wanted to be adored, and Boyd wanted friends.

“If you're looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek.”

After he spoke, Derek walked out from behind a Zamboni in the middle of the rink, “That really hurts, Scott.” He looked at Erica and Isaac who followed, “I mean, if you're going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how's life been for you since we met?”

Erica looked completely different than yesterday. Her hair was curled, her outfits looked like they had been taken from a fashion magazine and her makeup...well, she was wearing makeup.

She hummed dramatically, “Hmm. In a word? Transformative.” He let out a roar, her fangs growing it.

“Isaac?”

Isaac smirked, “Well, I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive... but, other than that, I'm great.”

“Derek, this isn’t right what you’re doing. You have to know that right?” I tried to find a trace of the man from yesterday but he wasn’t there.

“I’m doing what’s right for my pack.” He motioned his head to Isaac and Erica.

Scott glanced at me, then back at Derek, “Okay, hold on. This isn't exactly a fair fight.” He sighed. Fighting? I don’t believe Scott mentioned fighting here. But from the stance that Derek held and the energy coming off of him, he wouldn’t step down.

“Then go home, Scott.” He said in an amused voice.

“I meant, fair for them.” He said, seeing Isaac and Erica walking towards them. He went down on one knee, punching the ice, sending splintering cracks through it. When he looked up, he had shifted. Derek looked at me and seemed just a little shocked that I had also shifted. He looked betrayed almost.

“So you’re choosing his side?” He asked.

“I’m not choosing sides, you’re the one making them.” I growled. Isaac went after Scott, while Erica started towards me. Scott went forward while I went back. From what Derek had said, alpha wounds on betas could be fatal if not treated right, so I didn’t want to hurt Erica. I just had to make sure that I didn’t get hurt by Erica. She swung her claws wildly, I barely dodged each swipe. I grabbed her hands.

“Erica, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“That’s funny, because I want to hurt you!” She slammed her forehead into mine, sending me skidding back on the ice. When I was trying to stay on my feet, Erica kicked me back into the wall. I slammed my back against the glass, sending cracks up the wall. She smirked at me, grabbing my face in her hand, her claws stabbing into my skin.

“For an alpha, you really are weak. But don’t worry, once Derek realizes that he created the perfect woman, he’ll come to me, leaving you behind...Poor and pathetic.”

Now that. That made me want to hurt her.

Say what you will about Derek and I... But I’ll be damned if I let his sixteen year old girl act like she had any chance with him. I could hurt her, I just couldn’t wound her.

I narrowed my eyes and grabbed her wrist, snapping it away from my face. She looked at me shocked, pain in her eyes. Normally, I would feel terrible. But in this cliché way, I wanted to throw her across the room for even insinuating that Derek would leave me for her. She swung her other hand, claws ready to shred through my face. I grabbed her other wrist.

“Listen, little girl. I think it’s time you need to sit your ass down!” I grabbed her by her neck, throwing her across the rink towards the Zamboni where Isaac had also landed from Scott.

“Don't you get it?” Scott shouted in anger, “He's not going this for you. He's just adding to his own power, okay? It's all about him. He makes you feel like he's giving you some kind of gift, when all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!”

“Derek, please tell me this isn’t about power. Please tell me he’s wrong.” I plead with him, my face shifting back to normal. I still wasn’t used to the itch that came from the hair growing and leaving my cheeks and jaw. He looked at me, then back to Scott.

“It's true. It is about power.” He walked up to Scott with his claws out. The look in his eyes, that was the same look from the vision. He wanted power and would take down anything that stood in his way. I rushed over to stop him, but he shoved me away as soon as I reached him, sending me across the ice. They began to fight, but Scott was no match for him. He slashed Scott across the stomach, then punched him in the jaw. He sent Scott to the ground, stepping on his chest. Scott sputtered, coughing up blood. I rushed back, grabbing him by the arm and sending him back into the Zamboni. Keeping my eyes on him, I knelt down and looked over Scott who was breathing heavily. He looked in rough shape.

“You’re making a mistake, (Y/N).” Derek said, cleaning Scott’s blood from his hands with ice shaving from the rink, “A deadly one. Once you realize that, I’ll take you back.” he spread his arms out, “With open arms.”

“If you ever lay a hand on Scott again, I’ll kill you.” I said through gritted teeth, feeling more pain than anger.

Hurt flashed through his eyes, but he kept the same smirk, “Offer still stands.”

Boyd got down from his seat on the Zamboni where he had watched all of the fighting take place. I helped Scott to his feet.

“Don't... You don't wanna be like them...” Scott said weakly.

“You're right...” Boyd lifted up his sweater, revealing the bite mark on his side, “ I wanna be like you.” We were too late. When we were fighting with Isaac and Erica, he must have bit him. I watched as Derek looked back at me before walking with his three betas. They left the arena, the lights going out around us. Scott coughed, his body jerked. I lifted up his shredded shirt. Alpha claws, with festering black wounds.

“It’s okay, Scott. You’re gonna be okay.” I helped him out of the arena and into the back of my car. I sped out of the parking lot, going well over the speed limit to get to the vet clinic. Hopefully, Dr. Deaton was still there.

“You’re okay. You have to be okay.” I’m not sure if I was speaking to Scott or me in this situation. But I was panicking. Scott was dying in the back of my car and he is my friend and I couldn’t lose him. Yes, he was a dumb love-sick boy, but he was one of the best friends I could have asked for

My tires screeched as I parked.

“Oh thank god he’s still here.” I got out and brought him inside. As if he knew, Dr. Deaton was at the door, rushing me inside. We brought him to the operating table, lifting up his shirt.

“Why aren't I healing?” Scott panicked.

“Because it's from an Alpha.” Deaton and I said together, causing us to look at each other.

“...I think we better have that talk now.”

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The Witch and the Wolf Pt.24

Word Count: 2,610

Characters: Derek Hale, Peter Hale, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Ms.Morell, Gerard Argent, OC hunters, Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

A/N: yay one more part till season 3 lol

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You stared down at your bruised knuckle, holding back a slight chuckle as you examined it. You sat in the hallway, waiting for your appointment with the counselor. Whoever it was. The Sheriff thought it would be best for all of you to go to her, seeing as what happened a few nights ago. He didn't know everything you’d seen before then.

“Stiles,” you called, as he walked out of the office.

“Hey,” you sniffled, walking to you as he played with the strings on his racket.

“Nervous about the game?” you asked.

“Honestly, I’ve barely thought about the game, with everything else,” he nodded.

“How are you doing?” he asked you.

“I don’t know. Erica and Boyd are leaving, probably taking Isaac with them. But it's fine,” you replied softly, trying to convince yourself more.

You’d made a mini home with the pack.

“I don’t think Isaac will leave you, you know,” Stiles tried to make you happier.

“(Y/N),” Ms.Morell walked out of the office, waiting for you.

“Catch you later,” you pat Stiles’ back, walking away.

---

“Peter?” you gasped, staring at him as your eyes went wide.

“Missed me?” he smirked.

You felt an overwhelming sense of anger flood through your veins, before you clenched your fist, swinging at his face, hitting him.

“Oh, my-” Derek looked at you, slightly surprised as you looked back at an unconscious Peter.

“He’s alive?! He’s fucking alive?!” you yelled at Derek, smacking his arm.

“That's what I was about to tell you,” he exclaimed.

“I’m gonna kill him again! How the hell is he alive?!” you exclaimed, rubbing your head.

Derek picked up his unconscious uncle, waking out of your apartment, with you next to him.

“Lydia.”

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“So, (Y/N), what brings you here?” Ms.Morell sat in the chair in front of you, as you crossed your legs, leaning back, playing with the skin on your knuckles.

At least you knocked Peter out.

“Sheriff Stilinski,” you replied, not paying much attention.

To you, speaking to a counselor or speaking to someone in that way wasn’t something you were fond of.

“Is it about the other night? At the station?” she asked.

“Probably,” you shrugged.

“Your mother died recently, correct?” you felt your heart drop, hearing the mention of your mother.

You simply nodded, looking at your fist.

“What happened to your fist?” she asked.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, looking up.

“Okay. Tell me, how are you doing? About your mother?” she asked.

“I’m doing fine. Just thriving,” you said sarcastically.

“How are you doing with everything else?” she asked.

“What do you mean?”

“Your best friend and her family passed away in an unfortunate fire, and your mother passed away the same way. Not to mention being trapped in the school, with Derek Hale trying to kill you,” she started.

Derek? The rumor was cleared, everyone knew it was Kate, or so you thought.

“Derek Hale was innocent,” you shrugged.

“Oh, sorry, not Derek Hale. Peter Hale,” you looked up at her, shocked.

“What?” you asked.

“I know things, (Y/N), I know all about you,” she said.

“Yeah, sure,” you scoffed.

“You know my brother, Deaton?” she said.

“Deaton?” you exclaimed, jumping slightly.

You didn't even know he had siblings.

“I know about your powers, I know about everything. So, I ask again, how are you?” he asked.

You clenched your jaw.

“I said I was fine,” you said.

“Right, (Y/N), you know what a balloon is, correct?” you blinked, giving her a blank stare.

This is the school counselor?

“You know, a balloon can only hold so much air until it pops,” she started.

You rolled your eyes, understanding what she was saying. You were supposed to be the balloon.

“Yeah, so, you see, I’m not a balloon. I’m a human being,” you said.

“Even humans, or witches, have an emotional capacity,” she said.

“No offense, but I’d really rather not talk to you,” you spat.

“You’ll need someone, (Y/N)” she started.

“I don't know why I bothered coming here. Bye,” you gave a sarcastic smile, waving as you walked out.

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“Hey,” you walked into the old Hale house, seeing Derek’s back turned to Erica and Boyd as they both stood there, holding each other’s hands nervously.

“We’re leaving,” Erica said softly.

“When?”

“Tonight,” she replied.

You took a deep breath, nodding your head softly.

“We can’t…” her voice wavered as she paused.

“We're sorry,” Boyd said, looking down.

“It’s okay, it's hard,” you wrapped your arms around the two of them, hugging them tightly.

“We’ll miss you,” they both held you tightly.

You smiled, sinking into the hug.

“I’ll miss you guys too,” you said softly as they both walked out.

“Derek,” you turned to give your boyfriend, walking to him.

“They said they found another pack,” he refused to turn to face you.

“Good for them,” you nodded.

“Good for them? Are you serious? Do you really believe that?” he exclaimed.

“I don’t know. What I do know is that they’re scared, Derek. We lost,” you said.

“They're running away! There’s no excuse for that!” he yelled.

Why is he so mad? What did I do?

“They're allowed to be scared. They’re allowed to leave,” you replied.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you so different? Since when is running away a good thing?” he finally turned to you.

You blinked softly, looking blankly at him. You felt your heart ache slightly, in pain.

There was something wrong

“Not everyone's cut out to be like this,” you cleared your throat.

He sighed loudly, walking to you as he stroked your cheek gently.

“I’m sorry for yelling,” he said softly.

You just nodded your head.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Why does everyone think something’s wrong? I’m fine,” you scoffed.

At this point, even you knew that was a lie.

You heard the floor creak softly, as you quickly turned, Derek throwing a shard of glass at Peter who stood by the door.

“That was close. You could’ve hurt me, Derek.” Peter said, walking closer to the two of you.

“I’m gonna kill you,” you yelled, running at him.

This wasn't ending well for Peter.

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“Kill me then. Kill me again. You two already killed me once, kill me again,” Peter gasped for air as you stood in front of him, Derek next to you. Your hands were wrapped around Peter’s neck, pushing him against the wall.

“If you’re trying to get sympathy, that ended when you killed my mom,” you clenched your jaw.

“You don't wanna hear what I have to say? Why I’m here in the first place. It's not to be an alpha, I tried that, which ended with you setting me on fire and this one slashing my throat,” he motioned to Derek as he looked back at you.

“We’d be glad to do it again,” you replied.

“(Y/N/N),” Derek shook his head, pulling you away from Peter as you clenched your jaw. He gasped for air, coughing slightly.

“Oh? What’s this?” Peter took a deep breath, looking at the two of you as he raised an eyebrow.

“Your scents are all tangled up with each other. What’s going on between the two of you?” he smirked, laying back on the ground while you resisted the urge to punch him again.

“Well, I wish I didn't kill Jennifer. She owes me 10 dollars now,” he laughed.

You grabbed his shirt, pulling him up harshly as you pushed him against the wall.

“If you don't tell us what you’re doing here right now, I will not hesitate to set you on fire. Again,” you spat.

Derek walked to you, putting his hand on your forearm.

“Hey, I said leave it,” you saw Derek clench his jaw as you sighed.

“He-”

“I’ll take him from here,” Derek said softly.

You shook your head, turning back to Peter.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged Derek’s hand off of you.

“Better listen to your boyfriend,” Peter teased.

Before you could punch him again, Derek pulled you off of him, pulling him away.

“What?” you turned to him.

“(Y/N), stop. It’s just Peter. He killed… I know you’re mad at him and want to kill him. Just please let me deal with him,” Derek put his hands on your shoulders, while you turned your face to look at Peter.

Derek put his hand on your chin, turning you to face him.

“Please,” he said softly.

“I hate him,” you replied.

“I know you do. Just… go home,” he begged

You paused for a second, looking at Peter then back at Derek before nodding softly. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, before letting go of you as you walked away.

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You let out a shaky breath, leading Isaac into your apartment as he scratched the back of his neck.

“I think…” Isaac paused, looking at you as his eyes watered.

“Hm?” you nodded softly, closing the door as he sat next to you on the couch.

“I’m gonna leave. With Boyd and Erica,” he said.

Shit

“Oh, okay,” your voice was low, slightly in shock as your eyes watered.

You thought he’d stay? For you?

“I-I… there’s nothing here for me now,” he sniffled.

“Yeah,” you nodded your head softly.

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” his voice cracked as he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“Yeah, I…” you exhaled sharply, wrapping your arms around him.

He nodded softly as you kissed his forehead.

You held your cries back, leading Isaac out of the apartment after a few minutes.

As you closed the door, you felt a wave of sadness hit you, as you put your hand over your mouth, trying your hardest to hold back your sobs. You shut your eyes tightly, your tears slipping down your face before you let out a shaky breath, a small cry falling from your lips.

Your phone began to ring, receiving a call from Scott.

You took a few deep breaths, wiping your face before answering the call.

“Yeah?” you asked, clearing your throat.

“(Y/N), Gerard’s planning something. He’s controlling Jackson and he’s gonna kill someone. Tonight,” your heart dropped as Scott yelled on the phone.

“Why?” you asked.

“He wants Derek,” you inhaled deeply.

“I’m on my way,” you hung up the phone, sniffling before wiping your face, walking out of the apartment.

You’re okay

---

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?” you heard Melissa ask you.

“Melissa. I... we need to talk about the station, and...” you started.

She gave you a sorrowful look before you were interrupted by Noah walking to you two.

“Sheriff Stilinski,” you smiled softly.

“Hey, kid. Here for the game?” he asked, smiling at you and Melissa.

Nope, trying to stop a raging lizard

“Yeah,” you lied as the three of you walked to the bleachers.

---

“Scott, what the hell are we supposed to do?” you whispered, getting his attention as he shrugged his back to you.

“Have you come up with a plan?” he shook his head no as you sighed.

“Do you know when he’s going to attack?” you asked, receiving another head shake.

“Do you know anything about this plan?” you didn’t need werewolf hearing to hear him sigh.

You bit your nails nervously as Stiles stood up from the bench, putting his helmet on.

“Why is my son running onto the field?” Noah groaned.

“Because he’s on the team?” you shrugged.

“Oh my god. He’s on the team!” Noah exclaimed, remembering.

You laughed softly, before getting off the bleachers, walking to Scott.

“Why can’t you play?” you asked.

“Coach benched me for the whole game. My grades aren't good,” he said nervously.

“First,” you smacked his head.

“Ow!”

“Work on your grades. You need to graduate. Second, how are you supposed to watch Jackson?” you asked, whispering slightly.

“I don’t know! I don’t know. All I know is that we have to give him Derek, or he’ll kill someone,” Scott said.

“We can’t do that,” you bit your lip nervously as you looked at Scott.

You felt a soft thud as you felt someone sit next to you and Scott.

You looked up, a smile on your face as you saw Isaac sit next to you, wearing his lacrosse uniform.

“You stayed,” you said softly.

“I have everything I need right here,” he nodded his head.

You pressed a small kiss to his forehead, while he gave you a hug.

You saw a smirk on his face before he got up, walking to Coach.

“With Isaac here, we can do this,” Scott nodded.

You held his hand, nodding as you watched Isaac run onto the field.

---

“Oh my god,” you ran onto the field, running to Isaac.

“Are you okay?” you asked, bending down to him.

You put your hand on his head, lifting it softly.

“I’m fine. It’s Jackson. I think he got me. I can feel it spreading,” Isaac’s voice was strained as he laid on the grass.

You saw as Coach put Scott into the game, Isaac being taken away by paramedics.

Damn it

You heard your phone ring, getting a call from Derek.

“I really can’t talk right now,” you said.

“Peter thinks he knows how to save Jackson,” he said quickly.

“What?” you asked, following the paramedics.

“I don't trust him, but he’s onto something. I’m watching him,” Derek said.

“Okay, I gotta go,” you said, hanging up.

You groaned, getting another call from Erica.

“I…” you started.

“Derek was right,” she cried.

“What?” you froze, taking shallow breaths.

“It was Argent,” she whispered.

You felt a coldness in your chest as you tensed, frozen.

“Both, run. Now,” you said.

“We’re trying. We’re bleeding,” she whispered.

“It’s okay. God,” you whispered, feeling your heart racing.

“We gotta go,” she said shakily.

“No, don't hang up,” you started.

The call dropped as tears rushed to your eyes, taking shaky breaths as you dug your nails into your palms.

Scott and Stiles, Erica and Boyd, Isaac, Derek. Everyone was in trouble. What are you doing?! What is wrong with you?!

You ran to the locker room, walking in just in time as Isaac stood up shakily, Gerard and standing in front of him with some hunters.

“Clypeus,” you stood in front of Isaac, defending him.

“Oh, (Y/N),” Gerard said, shaking his head.

“I don't care if you know. You’re not hurting the people I care about,” you spat.

---

“Where did Gerard go?” you asked Isaac, turning to him, as the unconscious hunters were sprawled out in front of you.

“I don’t know, I think he went back out to the field,” he shrugged.

“Okay,” you ran to the lacrosse field, hearing loud cheering as you looked at the scoreboard, seeing the school win.

You looked at Scott nervously, as he froze, staring at Jackson, just before the lights went out.

You ran around, hearing people’s screams as you found Scott.

“Scott!” you yelled.

“I’m here,” you felt him hold your arm.

“Scott, someone’s on the field! Someone's dead,” Melissa gasped.

The lights powered back on as you ran to the middle of the field, seeing Jackson laying there, dead.

You noticed he wasn't breathing.

“Jackson!” you heard Lydia cry.

“Everyone back away! Now!” Coach pushed the players and team away from Jackson, as you bent down next to Melissa.

“What do we do?” Melissa pulled up his shirt, revealing deep claw wounds.

“Oh god,” you said.

“He killed himself,” Scott said.

“Stiles? Stiles?” you stood up, hearing Noah calling out for Stiles.

“Stiles? Where’s my son?! Where’s my son?! Somebody tell me where the hell is my son!”

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I'm Not Afraid | Chapter 11

Word Count: 3K 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. Chapter: 11/? A/N: Somehow manage to cough out 3k words with a migraine flare-up, so hope you enjoy it 💖 My content will always be free, but if you’re feeling particularly generous, you can leave a tip on any of my posts to support me and my love of writing or buy me a coffee TikTok • Instagram • Business | MASTERLIST If you’d like to be tagged in this or any other story: click here Make sure you have my notifications on so you know every time I post!

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Chapter 11

Friday couldn't come any quicker. Sure, they were going to an underground rave to catch a murderous reptile and the murderer that was controlling him, but it was an underground rave, nonetheless.

It was no surprise that (Y/N) had never gone to a party before. Being a social pariah at every school she had been to, there had been a lack of invitations for her. So, the fact that she would be going to one and that they were so close to trapping the biggest threat to Beacon Hills in one night had the girl's veins buzzing with excitement.

If she had gotten more than three hours to sleep that night, it would have been too much. Having woken up at six in the morning to take Brody out for a run, she knew the crash would be inevitable later that day. But how could she sleep? The party and the Kanima weren't the only things running through her mind.

Derek had not left her thoughts for a second. She could feel the warmth of his hands on her skin, she could smell his cologne, she could hear his breath right next to her ear, and she could almost, almost, feel his lips on hers. The night before they had been so close to finally sharing a kiss. If Isaac had spent even two more seconds inside, they sure would have been caught mid-kiss.

But he didn't. He exited the loft at just the right time to startle them apart, making them wait that much longer to give in. Even if all she wanted was to throw caution to the wind and give in. She wanted him more than she thought she could want anyone else.

After coming back home, (Y/N) hurried to school. She thought the more she rushed the faster night would come. Sitting still on her bike was almost impossible as the anxious thrill of what came after school rushed through her. All she wanted was to get through her classes and get to the rave.

As she entered the school, making a beeline for her locker, she ended up crashing into someone, her bag flying through the air and spilling its contents all over the hall. Just by the force of the body she bumped into, she had an idea of who it could be.

“Where are you hurrying to, Scott?” (Y/N) called out as she started to gather her things.

“Oh, sorry, (Y/N),” he gave her an apologetic smile. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

“You okay?” she said as her eyes finally fell on his face. “You look kinda bummed out, not gonna lie.”

“It’s nothing,” he sighed. “I just saw Allison and she got weird there at the end. She said it was nothing, but I don’t know.”

(Y/N) was the first to stand up, taking the books Scott had gathered from his hands. “What were you guys talking about?” she asked. “Was it about tonight?”

“More or less. But it’s more about what I told you about her mom,” he shrugged. “I told her that it would be good for her parents to see us with other people, so they think we are broken up. And she was fine with it at first, but she got weird after.”

“Please tell me she didn’t mention me,” the girl groaned.

“Why would she?”

“So I guess she hasn’t told you.” She sighed before she continued, feeling like a gossip as she relayed the information. “You know how I told you she was acting off? Well, we had an interesting conversation regarding all that. She basically accused me of trying to take you from her.”

“Take me?” Scott questioned. “Take me where?”

The Argent girl couldn’t help the laugh that overtook her as the poor oblivious boy tried to make sense of what she had said. His expression could only be explained as a lost puppy dog. They had been walking to Chemistry class and he’d stopped dead in his tracks at the statement. “She thinks I’m trying to make you my boyfriend,” she explained. “She claimed that everything came easy to me and that I already had a lot. And on top of that, I was trying to steal you away.”

“But where would she get that idea? I mean, sure we’re friendly but I don’t think either of us has been anything but.”

“I don’t know and honestly, it’s her shit to get over,” (Y/N) brushed off. “I made it more than clear to her that there was nothing between us. If she still wants to be pissed at me about it, then she can stay mad.”

“I’ll talk to her,” he offered. “You should also know that your family knows that there are essentially two killers.”

“She told them everything, didn't she?”

“Sort of. But that's a good thing. The more people there are to take them down, the better.”

“Sure, if those people weren't Argents and Gerard wasn't here.”

“So, it's a bad thing?”

“Let's just say that if they get involved, there might be one or two students that won't come to school tomorrow.”

“Ms. Argent, Mr. McCall!” Mr. Harriss called their attention. “If it's not something you want to share with the class, I suggest you keep it quiet.”

“Sorry, Mr. Harris,” the pair mumbled before they sank into their seats and placed their attention on the board.

The rest of the day went by in a flash. As the time got closer, the more (Y/N) could feel the nerves creeping up her neck. Long gone was the excitement, instead replaced by a chilling sense of dread that she couldn’t seem to shake. Something in the back of her mind told her that tonight would most likely end in a tragedy. For whom, she wasn't sure. But she could feel the inevitability of a loss.

As soon as the last bell rang, she gathered her things, ready to go back home and change. She had to pick up Isaac and Erica before the rave, much to her detriment. She was fine with Isaac. But something about the blonde was less than digestible for her. Maybe it was her personality, but her subconscious knew it was because of Derek. To that day, she couldn't shake the image of them in his car. And she hated that it made her question how okay she would be if he decided he couldn't wait any longer.

“What the hell?” Her phone ringing in her pocket broke her out of thought as she was getting on her bike. “Uncle Chris?”

“Hey, (Y/N), by chance did Allison talk to you today?”

“Not really,” she answered, biting her tongue to not spill that they had yet to speak in two days. “What's wrong?”

“We're gonna need you to meet us at home. We’ve got a meeting about tonight.”

“Oh, uh, sure.”

“We'll see you here, okay?”

“Yeah. See you.”

(Y/N) was quick to text Isaac the change of plans, the surprise shared between them. She told him that it was more than likely they would be planning an attack at the rave that night, and that every single member of Derek’s pack needed to be on high alert from the Argents. If they did go, they would be going for blood.

As serious as the moment was, the blond boy couldn't help but throw a joke into the mix, asking her if she wanted the whole pack to be safe or if she wanted to make sure that Derek was safe. It made her face change into a million shades of red, regretting the fact that Isaac knew such a vulnerable piece of information.

Instead of dwelling on the message, (Y/N) sped to her uncle's house, bracing herself to meet with revenge-blind hunters that wanted to take down the Kanima and anything that got in their way. But she wasn't sure if she wasn't prepared for those tens of men or finally seeing her cousin after two days.

She knew she had been harsh, but she did not regret a single word she had said. Allison had formulated an image of her in her mind that was nowhere near what reality was, and it made her question if she could trust her with other aspects of her life. Could she tell her about Derek? Could she tell her about what her dad had told her? Could she trust that if she confessed that she wanted the family business to change that Allison would keep it to herself?

They were questions she would have to wait to answer.

Her uncle's house came into view, the driveway filled with tinted black SUVs. If she hadn't known there were meant to be people there, she would have been awfully intimidated, and most likely would have kept driving. But she fought the desire to escape and clothed herself in confidence, walking into the home like she belonged there.

She nodded to a couple of people she knew, following the trail of people into the basement where Allison, Chris, and Gerard were waiting. The girl made a beeline for her family, ignoring her cousin's intense gaze. If (Y/N) had been questioning if Allison was still angry at her, she had gotten her answer.

“(Y/N), can I speak to you over here?” Chris asked her as she got closer, motioning to an empty corner. (Y/N) followed her uncle, thankful that she didn't have to face her cousin or her grandfather just yet. “I know you've been kind of out of the loop since your dad has been away, so I don’t want you to feel ambushed. Allison told me everything that's been going on and I'd like to think that if you knew more information about all of this that you would tell us about it.”

“Of course, I would," she smiled sweetly. “I would do anything for our family's cause. But I just don't know what to look out for. Mom and Dad have been away a lot and I haven't had much training in all of this.”

“Maybe I can talk to Victoria,” he said. “She could help you and Allison with what it means to lead the hunters. One day it will be up to you two and it's best you're prepared.”

A shiver traveled up (Y/N)'s spine as she thought about spending time with her aunt and being taught what it was like to be a female hunter. The woman had always unnerved her and the last thing she wanted was to be in close confines with her. “That would be great,” she said instead. “Maybe once mom comes back we can all meet up.”

“Alright sounds good, (Y/N),” he smiled. “Now, get in line. Meeting's starting.”

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

She had to bite back a smirk. Her uncle had eaten up her oblivious and unknowledgeable façade, allowing her to fly under the radar. If that was the role she had to play, then she would damn well give an Oscar-worthy performance.

(Y/N) watched as Allison took a seat on the wooden stairs, choosing to stand as far from her as possible. Her cousin wasn't talking to her, and she was planning on doing the same. She could already hear her father's words, begging her to take the high road. But she didn't want to be the bigger person, she wanted her to apologize.

“All right,” Chris called for everyone's attention. “The party's in a warehouse just inside the industrial sector. Allison has learned that Jackson Whittemore will be there seeking his next target out of the crowd. Since we still have no clue as to just how strong he is, we need to be extremely cautious.”

As (Y/N) listened to her uncle speak, her attention was drawn to a soft rattling sound. Out of the corner of her eye, (Y/N) noticed her grandfather swallowing two pills. The last thing she had heard, Gerard, was of sound mind and health. Pills didn't feel like something that fit his persona. Without even knowing, she had engrained the fact into her mind. If there's one thing she knew, no detail was too small. At some point, it could become necessary information.

“When Allison had Jackson's location and has determined him to be at the optimal point where we can take him down, she'll signal me,” Chris continued, his eyes falling on his daughter. “Optimal meaning as far from the crowd as possible. If she cannot, (Y/N), I take you will make sure to do so. There will be no collateral damage tonight. You two, go ahead.”

The man motioned his head toward the two of them, waiting for the teens to disappear before any of them talked. (Y/N) followed behind her cousin begrudgingly, drowning in the unnerving energy that was shared between the two family members.

“Okay, this is stupid,” (Y/N) finally spoke, grabbing Allison's elbow to turn her around. “You cannot still be mad at me for something that you made up completely in your head?”

“In my head? My dad doesn't even believe I can do one job without screwing up,” she seethed. “You didn't have to be here. I could have done this by myself.”

“Come on, Ali. I'm basically your understudy here,” (Y/N) finally confessed, tears stinging the back of her eyes “I only have friends because you introduced me to them. The only reason Scott and I have gotten close is because he's a good friend. And tonight, the only way I get to do anything is if you fail. And that is a huge if. So, instead of blaming me for whatever it is that you are feeling, try and focus on why you're feeling it.”

“(Y/N)...”

“Whatever, Allison,” she shrugged her off. “And be careful. I'm pretty sure you'll be leading Jackson right into Gerard's trap.”

As soon as (Y/N) was outside, she fumbled in her pocket for her phone, dialing the number of the person that should have been the most aware of her family's plan. A pang of guilt bubbled in her gut as the thought that she was betraying her family. But there was a part of her that knew that what she wanted to do could not just save one life, but it could potentially save the lives of all her friends.

“(Y/N)? Is everything okay?”

“Listen, Derek, my family is gonna be there tonight,” she breathed. “They say they're only gonna be there to trap Jackson before he gets to his next victim. But something tells me they're there to kill him, whoever's controlling him, and anyone that gets in their way.”

“How did they find out that it was Jackson or that there were two killers?”

“Allison told her dad,” she said. “But she didn't have another choice, and I get that. But I need to make sure you and everyone else are safe. So, you might have to change certain strategies.”

“You're aware that the majority of us are werewolves?” Derek laughed on the phone. “The one that should be worried, should be me.”

“I've been training for something like this my whole life,” she smirked. “And technically, I’m the one who can get closest to Jackson. He can't paralyze me.”

“But he can do a lot worse,” he said. “And I won't let that happen. All you have to do is keep a lookout. Isaac and Erica will get him.”

“I am more than capable of doing this.”

“(Y/N). You can not get close to him,” he commanded angrily. “You're inexperienced and you could get in the way. I don't want you to get close to Jackson, and that's an order.”

“Thankfully, I don't take orders from you, Derek,” she scoffed. “Anyways, watch out for Argent hunters. They might have you on their target list.”

“(Y/N)....”

“Goodbye.”

(Y/N) knew that Derek meant well but all she could do was feel betrayed. The one person she thought would have believed in her the most had made her feel weak and incompetent. Even if it was her first time taking a threat this big on, she had been confident that she was an asset to the pack. But he had made her feel otherwise.

But that only made her more determined. (Y/N) would prove to Derek and to her family just how good of an advantage she was. She would prove it to herself.

***

Derek couldn't believe what he'd said. All he wanted was to make sure that (Y/N) was safe, make sure that she was nowhere near where she could be hurt. It had been a long time since he had cared so deeply about someone else, and he despised the fact that he'd started to do so when so much was happening in the town. She had been kind enough to warn them about her family. Going behind their back to make sure he and the pack were safe. And instead of being thankful, he chastised her and made her feel small.

“So, are we going already?” Erica snipped at the alpha. “Or do we have to wait until you're done gushing over the new girl?”

“I'd watch my mouth if I were you, Erica,” he seethed. “One more word and you can stay here tonight.”

“And miss out on all of this? Not a chance,” she groaned. “Fine, not another word.”

“I don't want any mistakes tonight,” Derek directed himself to the group of teenagers before him. “I was just informed that the Argents will be there. You cannot let them see you or what you are. They are not going there to trap Jackson. They will be there to kill him.”

“Or us,” Isaac added, a flash of fear crossing through his face. “Is it safe for us then?”

“It will be,” he reassured. “As long as everyone sticks to the plan. Now, let's go. We cannot waste more time.”

Derek needed that night to go without a hitch. That way he could think of ways to dig himself out of the hole he’d created with (Y/N). Because the last person he wanted to have hate him was her.

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chocolate-raspberries · 4 years

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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…”

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Back To You (Erica Reyes x Reader)

Requested by anon: Would you be willing to write for Erica Reyes? Maybe reader and Erica were sort of friends before she was turned and reader always had a crush on her. Now that Erica is confident she actually notices the signs and teases the reader about it but ultimately has feelings for her too? Obviously no worries if the idea or the character aren't up your alley, just figured I would take a chance. Thanks!

Words: 1777

Ever since you were assigned seat partners in third grade, you had the biggest crush on Erica. There was just something about her that always drew you to her, but you just never had the guts to tell her how you felt. Even though you were sure she wouldn’t react badly, you still weren’t sure how exactly she would react to the news of your crush on her.

However, you had other things on your mind in recent days. You haven’t seen Erica around school for the past couple of days, but there were more pressing matters at hand. Luckily for you, Scott was one of the worst liars you have ever met. Stiles was no better at hiding things, and after a threatening glare from you, both of these guys spilled the beans on werewolves and why Derek was always hanging around campus. All they asked was that you wouldn’t go poking around without one of them present, as they didn’t want you to be alone when there was something dangerous lurking around.

Now that you knew one of your closest friends was a werewolf, you couldn’t stop yourself from trying to know more about them. Everything from the origins to what every culture had to say about them, you tried to find out everything that you could. There came a point in your detective work where Allison finally dragged you to the side and gave you a book with all the necessary information.

“(Y/N), you can’t be going around asking people about werewolf history and mythology.”

“Well, how the hell else am I supposed to help one of my best friends? He’s going through what is possibly the biggest change of his life and I don’t know jack shit about how to help him.”

“Luckily for you, my family has generations worth of research on werewolves and how they operate. If you need anything, just text me and I’ll do my best to answer.”

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You were just getting things from your locker when you heard footsteps from down the hall. It was probably one of the girls from the cheer squad dressing up for her birthday, you thought. However, when you closed the door of your locker to see who it was, your jaw practically dropped to the floor. Logically, you knew it was Erica, but the way she was dressed and looked was completely different than what you saw a few days ago. Everything from her heels to the way she carried herself was different. If you had a crush on her before, it was nothing compared to the way you were feeling now that you saw her strutting down the hallway.

“You know, some sources say that if you drooled any more, there would be a pool on the floor.” Allison’s voice materialized from behind you, causing you to jump.

“Who said I was drooling? Erica just has a different look now, is all. She looks good.”

“Mhmm. And Scott just likes me as a friend right? (Y/N), if anyone bothered to look at your face just now when she walked by, they’d know how much you wanted her.”

“I don’t have feelings for her!”

“Oh, did I mention feelings? Now I know you have feelings for Erica, thanks for the additional information.”

“Oh my god, Allison. Some days I swear you are too much.” You hurried away with your face burning. How were you so easy to figure out?

When you arrived to your English classroom, you were out of breath and somewhat sweaty from your light jog over. Talking to Allison had nearly made you late to class, and your mom would kill you if she got another tardy call from the school. As you made your way to the desk, you saw Erica sitting next to you.

“Hey Erica, how are you doing? You look nice.”

“Didn’t I look nice before, (Y/N)?”

“Well, yes, I -- I didn’t mean it like that. All I meant was, uh, you look nice? I like this new look.” You tried to stop the word vomit from coming out, but it seemed like your mouth was, yet again, not planning to listen to your brain.

“I was just teasing you, (Y/N). I know what you meant.”

“Eyes and ears towards the front, ladies.” The substitute teacher was known to be an ass, and you were not planning on getting sent to the principal’s office today so you dutifully shut up.

The rest of the day passed rather uneventfully, and it seemed you were able to get your thirst under control. However, it seemed your life would not know peace as you walked out of your last class of the day. Erica was waiting by the door, and when you walked out, she grabbed your arm. “Hey, hot stuff. Want to hang out now that school’s over?”

Even though Erica was only touching your arm, it felt like there was a fire spreading all over your body. Erica was cute before, but whatever happened to her in the days she was gone had made her hot as hell and you weren’t sure how to react to the situation. You decided to say something before things got any more awkward. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? There’s a lot of homework to do.”

“Don’t be boring, (Y/N). Let’s go out, have fun. Homework will still be there when we get back. Come on, I got something to show you.”

You followed Erica out of school towards a brand new sports car. “Where did you get that? Is that yours?”

“That’s right, this baby is all mine. Where did you want to go first?”

“I was thinking about getting a bite to eat before heading back to my house to finish up on homework.”

“Sounds good to me. I could eat like a wolf right now.”

Throughout the hours that you spent with Erica, you noticed a lot of small things that seemed to have changed about her. Apart from the obvious change in looks, it seemed like Erica was stronger, more confident in herself and her body.

“What are you looking at?” Erica’s voice distracted you from getting too lost in your thoughts.

“Oh, nothing. I was just thinking, you seem different from the last time I saw you last week. What’s going on? What happened?”

Erica went quiet as she ate her fries. “I was given a gift. And the gift is control over my own body in ways that I never knew was possible. I used to be weak, but not anymore. I’ll never go back to being a helpless little girl anymore.”

“I never thought you were weak.”

“There’s no reason to be unnecessarily nice, (Y/N). I’m much better than I’ve been before. Let’s go to your place now.”

As you were studying, you couldn’t help but glance over at Erica every once in a while. You’ve wanted to be with her for as long as you could remember, so now that she’s in your room with this newfound confidence about her, you couldn’t help but entertain all those fantasies about her again.

“You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“Staring at me. Careful, if I didn’t know any better I’d think you were in love with me or something.”

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As the weeks went by, you would stare at Erica every time you were bored or drifting off in class. You couldn’t help looking as she was definitely the hottest girl in class, and it wasn’t like looking would get you in trouble. Allison would usually snort whenever she saw you or noticed how you were staring at Erica. Even though you told her that it would most likely turn out to be nothing, you couldn’t help but want to be with Erica and have her push you in an empty classroom and make you hers.

Sighing as you closed the door to your locker, you started when you saw Erica seem to pop out of nowhere. “What’s the matter, (Y/N)? Not happy to see me?”

“No, you just surprised me, is all.”

“Good, because you’ve been super quiet for the last couple of days. I was getting worried you were avoiding me or something.”

“I haven’t. I’ve just been thinking...about stuff.”

“Hopefully about me.” Erica winked at you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet her gaze. How did she know? Were you that obvious? The taller girl leaned in whispered, “Meet me in the chemistry classroom after this period. I want to tell you something.” You stared as she walked away, and you reluctantly walked the opposite direction to class.

The next hour could not have gone more slowly. It seemed as if the teacher was purposefully going slower than usual, and you practically ran out of the classroom the second the bell rang. You knew that there was no chemistry class for the next hour, so you tried to be as sneaky as possible letting yourself into the classroom. When you got in, Erica was already waiting for you.

“There you are.” Erica came over to you and planted a kiss on you. “I know you’ve been wanting me to do that for a while.”

“How did -- how did, you know?” At this point, you didn’t care how much you stuttered. Erica had finally kissed you! Did that mean she liked you too?

“I would be a fool to not be able to tell that you had a thing for me. And to be honest, I think you’re extremely cute. We’d make a very good looking couple.” Erica’s hands traced your face. “And I’m not going to lie, I could smell how much you’ve wanted me for the last few weeks.”

“Smell? How could you possibly smell that?” Erica’s eyes brightened in response, and you finally knew what had caused all the changes in her. “You’re a werewolf too.”

“That was the other thing I wanted to tell you, though it seems you have some knowledge of the subject.” For the first time in weeks, it seemed as if Erica was a bit nervous. “I hope that doesn’t make you want me any less.”

“Are you kidding? I’ve wanted to be with you for as long as I can remember. It helps that you’re stronger and more confident now.”

“Does that mean you’re okay with missing your next class? Because I want to show you how much I’ve been holding back since I’ve changed.” Erica picked you up and placed you on the nearest lab counter. Hopefully, you wouldn’t make too much of a mess after Erica was done with you today.

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Season 2; Episode 3: Ice Pick

Hello all! I’m back home from my vacation so I’ll be back to updating every Monday but I figured since I missed last week I would post a chapter today! I hope you all enjoy and as always constructive criticism is welcomed!

Season 2; Episode 3: Ice Pick

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend

Warnings: Nothing

Word Count: 2,220

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Today was the day we were rock climbing in gym class. I was standing next to Lydia and Stiles as we watched Allison and Scott climb the wall. Allison and Scott slowly made their way up the wall, clearly talking to each other. After about a minute they start racing the other up, Scott using his supernatural abilities to stay just above Allison. When Allison looks to see Scott by her side, she quickly kicks his foot away from the wall. She smiles triumphantly seeing him fall back to the ground, the safety line stopping him right before he slams into the mat.

I smirk as Coach leans down to speak to my brother, “McCall, I don’t know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy.” He straightens back out and turns around to address the class, “All right, next two. Stilinski. Erica. Let’s go.”

Stiles happily steps up towards the mat, getting on his harness and safety lines without a problem.

Nervously, Erica Reyes, a skinny girl with dull blue eyes and fizzy blonde hair, steps up beside him. As soon as they are both safely attached to the harness and cables they start climbing.

Stiles has no problem quickly reaching the top and making his way back down. Erica on the other hand, has made it about a quarter of the way up and stays frozen to the spot. As we all gaze up at her Coach starts speaking, “Erica? You okay? Dizzy? Vertigo?”

Next to me Lydia sighs, “Vertigo’s a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She’s just freaking out.”

I lightly elbow her, I’ve never talked to Erica, hell I barely even knew she exists since she’s never been in my friend group, but I still don’t want people to make fun of someone with a fear.

Once again Coach calls out, “Erica!”

“I’m fine!” She shakily calls out, still frozen on the rock wall.

“Coach, maybe it’s not safe. You know she’s epileptic.” Allison speaks up.

“She is? Why the hell doesn’t anyone tell me these things? Erica, you’re good. Push off. I’ll ease you down.” Erica is still frozen, the only thing she moves is her eyes, squeezing them shut.

“Erica just let go.” Coach calls up once more. Finally, Erica gently pushes off the wall. She grasps tightly to the safety line as Coach eases her from the wall. Her feet hit the mat and she shakily gets out of the harness, “That’s it. Erica. Shake it off.”

A few kids snicker at her as she walks to the back of the crowd. Sighing, I step up to the wall with Lydia by my side. I turn to her, smirking, “Race you to the top?”

There is a mischievous glint in her eyes as she replies, “It’s on.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

Now in the locker room, I was changing out of my gym clothes with Allison and Lydia nearby. “You’re coming with us tonight, right?”

I look over at Lydia and immediately shake my head. “What? Why?”

“Well Allison and Scott are going to be together, and even though you don’t like him like that Stiles and you will be together.”

Lydia pulls her lips into a pout, “That’s not happening and you know it.”

I roll my eyes but before I can say anything Allison speaks, “Nothing has to happen, but the point is that you two did go to the dance together and he does like you. (Y/N) doesn’t want to be a fifth wheel.”

I nod my head, agreeing with the hunter. “You won’t be the fifth wheel! Stiles would be.” Lydia exclaims with a bright smile lighting up her face.

I shake my head, a laugh escaping, “I am not getting in between whatever weird relationship you and Stiles have.”

Lydia dramatically sighs, “Then bring a date! There are plenty of guys on the lacrosse team that would love to go out with you!”

I scrunch my nose up at the thought, “No thanks. I’m living my life and I do not need a man in it to be happy.” I pause pulling my shirt over my head, “Plus, Nate really screwed me over and no matter how much I want to move on, I know it wouldn’t be fair to whoever I go out with. I’m just not ready to start dating yet.”

Lydia’s shoulders sagged as we made our way out of the locker room and back into the gym, “You girls have fun though.” I smile, trying to cheer Lydia up.

Just as I finished speaking we looked up and saw Scott running towards the rock wall, making it just in time to catch Erica from hitting the ground.

*_*_*_*_*_*

I sat with the girls at lunch, Lydia still trying to convince me to come with them to the ice rink tonight. Before I could speak and tell her no once more the cafeteria doors burst open, our heads all swivel to look at whoever enters.

The girl has a face full of makeup, styled blonde hair, a tight black skirt, showing off her long legs, a white tank top and black heels. “What. The holy hell. Is that?” Lydia asks.

Scott’s eyebrows knit together, “That’s Erica.” He states from the table next to us.

As the exchange is happening, Erica reaches down grabbing an apple from another student’s tray. She bites into it, then quickly turns on her heel and walks out the doors. Scott, Stiles and I quickly move after her.

We follow her to the front of the school where she exists, walking down the steps and into a black Camaro, Derek Hale sitting behind the wheel.

“So what? He’s just turning a bunch of teenagers?” Stiles asks.

Scott gulps, “He’s forming a pack.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

I sit at my desk writing an essay for class. I’m so focused that I don’t hear my mom walk into the room behind me, “Working on homework?”

I jump at the sound of her voice, “God, mom! Don’t do that.”

She chuckles gently, “Sorry.”

Turning to look at my mom who sits on my bed, I answer, “Yeah, I have an essay for English due in a couple of days.”

She nods, “Scott’s not home?”

I shake my head, “He’s with Stiles.”

“You didn’t want to go with them?” She asks.

“Not today. I figured they should have some guy time.”

“What about Lydia?”

“She’s on a date. She tried to set me up so we could go on a double date like we used to but I said no.”

“Well why not? I’m sure there are plenty of guys from school that would love to go out with you.”

I sighed and stood up to sit next to my mother. I laid my head on her lap as she started playing with my hair, “Well-” I hesitate before speaking up again, “I know that what Nate did was horrible, but I can’t help but still care about him.”

“Oh sweetie, you loved him. He broke your heart. It’s going to take some time for you to move on and that is okay.” My eyes started to get misty as I rapidly blink, refusing to cry.

“I know I just- I don’t want to care about him anymore. He doesn’t deserve my love.”

My mother smiled sadly, “No, he doesn’t. But I think it’s beautiful, how deeply you care and love. That’s something to cherish (Y/N).” She paused for a minute, continuing to run her hand through my long locks, “It’s alright to feel broken sometimes and someday you will find someone who looks at you like you put the stars in the sky. And when that day comes and all the days leading up until then, I will be by your side.”

I sat up and pulled her into a tight hug, “I love you so much, mommy.”

“I love you too.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

At lunch the next day I sat near Allison and Lydia, like most days. “How was the date last night? I never got the chance to ask.” I look at the two girls waiting for an answer.

“It was nice to be able to go on a date again.” Allison smiled.

I turned to Lydia, “I surprisingly had a good time. But that may just be because I’m good at ice skating.”

I smirk, “Are you sure it’s not because Stiles was there?”

Lydia rolls her eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure.”

“I don’t know why you won’t give him a chance. He practically worships the ground you walk on. He’ll treat you like a queen.”

“I don’t like him like that. And once again, I’m going to ask. If you have such high praise for him why don’t you date him?”

I shake my head, “One it would be weird considering he’s practically another brother. And two I’m not ready to date again, which you already know.”

Lydia gently grabs my hand, “(Y/N/N) I know that you’re hurt about how Nate treated you but you need to move on. He’s not worth it and there are so many people at this school alone that have crushes on you.”

“She’s right you know.” Allison pipes up.

“Not you too.” I groan, looking at the hunter.

“Listen, I get it. You loved Nate and it’s going to take some time to fully get over him. But as long as the guys that you go on dates with understand that you aren’t ready for a real relationship, what’s the harm?” Allison says.

I sigh, “I guess there is no harm to going on dates if they’re aware of where I stand. I just don’t want to lead someone on.”

“That’s why you tell them the truth from the beginning. I mean I’m pretty sure everyone in the school knows what happened between you and Nate anyway. I’m sure whoever you choose to date will understand.” Allison smiles.

“Or you could have some fun.” Lydia shrugs,

I raise an eyebrow, “You mean don’t tell them anything and just lead them on?”

“No. I mean don’t do dates but become friends with benefits with someone.”

I laugh, “I’ll pass, Lyds.”

“It’s just an option.” She hums, a small smile on her face.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Just as school lets out Scott and Stiles filled me in on what they knew about Derek’s new pack. “So he’s going after Boyd?” I question.

Scott nods, “I’m going to head to the ice rink to see if he’s at work. Stiles is heading to his house.”

I nod, “I would volunteer to come with one of you but I promised Lydia I would hang out today. Be careful, both of you.” The two brunettes nod as we go our separate ways.

“There you are.” Lydia says as I meet her by her car.

“Sorry, I was talking with Scott and Stiles.”

“I’m happy you said yes to a girl’s afternoon. I feel like we haven’t hung out in forever. Just the two of us, I mean.”

I smile, “I know. I miss our girl days.”

Once we made it to her house we grabbed some snacks from the kitchen and headed up to her room. “Okay so I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” Lydia says as we sit next to each other on her bed.

“If this is about trying to set me up you already know how I feel about that.”

“Okay, one, I figured Allison and I convinced you to give dating a try. And two, it’s not about that.”

“If I do give dating a try, I want it to be with someone I choose. Not someone you set me up with. Bit that’s beside the point, what was it that you wanted to talk about.”

Lydia sighs, “I told the others not to tell you but I hate hiding things from you.” She pauses as I knit my eyebrows together in confusion. “Something happened at the ice rink yesterday.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well- It’s hard to explain.” Lydia bites her lip.

I reach for her hand to provide some sort of comfort, “Hey, it’s alright. Take your time.”

She nods, “I don’t really know what happened but one minute everything was fine and the next I was on my knees looking at the ice and screaming.” She gulps before she continues, “I think it might have something to do with when I went missing.”

“Maybe it’s your mind trying to remember what happened.” I suggest.

“It could be.” She replies hesitantly. “I just feel like a freak. Everyone was so worried about me and I couldn’t even give them an explanation of what happened.”

“Well trust me, Scott, Stiles, and Allison will not look at you like you’re a freak. Plus, even if they did, they’ll have to look at me like I’m a freak. ‘Cause I’m never leaving your side, no matter how freaky you may become.” I gently smile at my best friend.

Lydia starts smiling at my words, “I guess we’ll just have to be gorgeous freaks together.”

“Always.” I pull her into a tight hug. We both fall onto her mattress as we laugh at the other.

#teen wolf imagine #series rewrite #sister mccall imagine #lydia martin imagine

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