#jordan parrish x oc

[headrant]

𝓣𝐇𝐄 𝓝𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝓦𝐄 𝓜𝐄𝐓

𝐽𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑎𝑛 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑥 𝑂𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟

❝ 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠 𝑀𝑅𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑙𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟'𝑠, 𝐻𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ...

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑐𝑜ℎ𝑜𝑙 𝑢𝑠𝑒. ❞

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 ?? 🚫🚫

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 💬💬

I sat alone at the oak wood bar that my father used to take Stiles and I to, my index finger tracing along the rim of my nearly empty glass of Sprite.

If he has it, I don't know what I'll do... I can't lose my brother the same way I lost my mom. Scott said he'd give Stiles the bite, but what if he reacts the same way I do? What if this whole phoenix thing runs in the family? Derek said it's genetic... The bite could kill him just as easily, right? If he's-

My thoughts were interrupted when a strawberry milkshake was placed in front of me, the bartender giving me a smile. "I didn't order this..." I told him with furrowed brows, sliding the glass back towards him only for the man to give me a grin and point behind me.

To say I was in awe is an understatement... He was fit, tall, with brown hair and green eyes.. I'm a sucker for green eyes. As I went to hand the milkshake off to him, the man finally spoke up.

"It's yours. You looked like you were having a rough night.. And I also noticed you weren't drinking any alcohol so I assumed a milkshake would be a safe bet." The man said as I felt myself at a loss for words. That's when he smiled... that damn smile.. with the white teeth and dimples, he was beyond handsome.

"Do you mind if I sit?" The man asked, a small chuckle passing his lips as it knocked me from my trance.

"Uh- Yeah.. yeah, please.." I told him before pulling the treat closer and taking a sip. "Thank you.. I, um.. I needed this." I said, allowing the awkward silence to sort of greet both of us before ultimately giving in and bringing my hand up to my mouth as my nails found their familiar place between my teeth. Before I knew it, I was chomping down on my nails to ease my nerves when the man gently took my wrist in his hand.

"You shouldn't do that, you know.. you'll end up hurting yourself." He said. "I used to bite my nails, too.. My dad doused my fingers in lemon juice to stop me." The man said with a small chuckle before taking a sip of his beer, ignoring the fact my wrist was still in his hand. My wrist was still in his hand...

"My name is Jordan by the way." He introduced himself, grazing his thumb over the top of my wrist as my heart fluttered. It was almost as if I couldn't speak as I watched his thumb gently trace the small freckles on my wrist before shaking my head and looking up at him.

"U-uh.. Hilde." I told him as my voice cracked slightly. There it was again.. that damn smile.. "Pretty name for a pretty girl." Jordan said, his green eyes flickering down towards my lips briefly.

"You think I'm pretty?" I scoffed slightly as he downed the rest of his beer.

"Gorgeous." Jordan said, scooting closer. Unsure if he was drunk or if he was genuinely flirting, part of me felt like I couldn't pass up this opportunity.

"Do you go to college? What are you studying?" He asked me.

Shit. I can lie, right? I've slept with older guys before...

"Um, law.. law enforcement." I told him, shifting in my seat slightly. That earned an intrigued look from Jordan before his eyes grazed along my body.

"I could see it." He said, his words making my heart skip a beat. "I'd like to learn more about you..." Jordan requested. It was almost like a magnet that pulled the two of us closer, my brown eyes locking on his green ones almost in a challenge.

"Then why don't you?" I asked before pulling him into a deep kiss.

I don't know how it happened, but before I knew it Jordan and I were at his apartment already tearing off each other's clothes before the door was even closed. "Sorry about the mess..." He panted, slipping off his jumper before wrapping his arms around me once more. "I didn't plan on bringing home a pretty girl..." He mumbled, trailing his lips down my neck.

For once my body didn't heat up like it often did, it almost stayed level with Jordan's before I cupped his cheeks and pulled him into another deep kiss.

"I want this..." I told him, making him pull away. There was a relieved and almost happy glint in his green eyes before I was tossed onto his makeshift couch bed, Jordan soon hovering over top of me.

"Good... I do, too." He agreed, delving down to return his lips to mine.

The next morning, I woke up with a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist making me smile as I remembered the night. Turning around I pecked Jordan's lips before his eyes fluttered open.

"Morning..." I whispered, earning a tired and afterglow grin from him.

"Good morning..." He rasped, pulling me tighter into his grasp before pressing his lips to mine once more.

"Mm- I have work, but I could meet you for lunch if you want..?" Jordan offered, breaking the kiss but still leaving our lips close as his brushed against mine when he spoke.

"You mean like a date?" I teased, making him lean back with a chuckle only to then push me onto my back and hover over me once again.

"Yes, like a date." He grinned, brushing his nose against mine before his lips soon attached to my cheeks and neck causing me to laugh before pushing him off.

"Jordan!!" I squealed, finally releasing myself from his grip before giggling as I leaned over the couch to grab a notebook and paper to write down my phone number.

"Text me when and where." I said, handing him the paper only to receive a kiss in return before getting up to get dressed.

Lunch rolled around, and with a few silly texts from Jordan throughout the day Lydia has been on my back about who I've been talking to. I couldn't tell her though... I don't even know if it's going to go anywhere with Jordan.

"I'm going to bring my dad lunch and I'll meet with you guys later." I called out before leaving the loft, unlocking my Volkswagen and heading to pick up something for my dad.

Grabbing the bag from the passenger side, I walked inside the station before seeing Jordan, my heart sinking. It took everything in me not to drop the food as he spotted me, getting up and walking over.

Shit.

"Hey! I didn't think I told you where I worked, did I?" Jordan said, dressed in a full deputy's uniform. "How are you?" Jordan asked, about to press a kiss to my lips before my dad opened the door to his office making me snap out of my stunned expression and jump away from Jordan before he could.

Shit.

"Dad! Hey, I brought you lunch!" I said, seeing the color drain from Jordan's face.

"It's not salad, is it?" My dad asked, taking the bag from me.

"Open it up and find out." I teased, trying to lighten the tension as I glanced over at the obviously stressed out deputy.

"Hilde, have you met my new deputy Jordan Parrish?" My dad asked, pulling a fry from his bag before eating it.

"Yep." I said, glancing over at my father's newest employee to see his pure shocked expression. "Sure have..."

Shit.

[babeyvenus]

My Future

Derek Hale x OC

Samantha, Stiles and Scott are always joking about the impossible. Who wouldn't when your best friend's dad is the sheriff of Beacon Hills? All jokes stop when they realize the impossible is indeed possible.

Chapter 44: Hellhound

After Sam had gotten better, she was discharged and immediately went to see the sheriff who seemed to be awake a little better.

The older Stilinski smiled at the girl as she peeked in the room. "Hey, Sam.", he greeted. She smiled, happy to see him okay. "Hi.", she responded and came to sit next to him.

"I heard you got discharged. What happened?", the sheriff asked. Sam rubbed behind her neck. "Kinda got poisoned… and I was kinda sick for a while."

Noah's eyebrows furrowed. "How'd that happen?"

Sam frowned. "Theo."

His face changed to a disappointed expression. He knew he was affected by Theo's actions too, but he only hoped his kids didn't get hurt.

Sam noticed his silence and smiled. "I'm just glad you're okay. When I found out what happened, I didn't know what to do. I wanted to help heal you, but my body wouldn't even let me move unless I needed to puke."

Noah's expression softened. "You don't have to worry about me, kiddo."

Sam's smile grew a bit more. 

Hours had passed and the boys had come back with Kira, along with the sheriff being discharged.

The teens met up with Stiles' dad. They had gotten news that someone had found a new group of dead bodies under the substation that the boys were at the other day.

They watched as nurses walked by with bodies in black bags on gurneys and brought them into the morgue.

"Who found them?", Stiles asked his dad. Despite the improvement on the sheriff's health, he still looked exhausted.

"Argent.", he replied. "And he said the Doctors were down there."

Sam frowned. "He also said you guys might know what this thing is." He trailed off. "They said that victims were killed somewhere else and then dumped in those tunnels."

"Hey," Scott said, "what if the Dread Doctors are hiding the bodies."

"Why would they do that?", Kira asked. The teens had updated her on everything that had previously happened after she left.

"Maybe they're covering for it.", Stiles suggested. He looked at Scott. "Protecting it as a parent would."

"Protecting what?", Sheriff asked.

"A werewolf," Scott replied.

"The Beast of Gevaudan.", Sam said. "Also known as the Beast," Kira added. The sheriff just looked at the kids, so confused.

"We know. Horrifying.", Stiles said.

"We better figure out what we're gonna call Parrish.", his dad said. "Because it looks like his dream is coming true."

The sheriff had the kids go to school after missing out on so much.

Suddenly, the PA system came on, "By order of the Sheriff, a county-wide curfew goes into effect tonight at sundown.", they heard, shocking the students. "All after-school activities are canceled until further notice. Students should go directly home at the end of the school day."

Their eyes widened as two cops with rifle guns walked past them in the hall and other students looked at them worryingly.

Sam and Scott saw Stiles talking to a cop and they quickly joined them. "You don't think this is a bit much in terms of firepower for a high school?", Stiles asked the deputy.

"Your Dad's the one that issued us these things," he said. "and he wouldn't officially say why."

Stiles looked at his friends with an annoyed expression. He couldn't blame the sheriff, though. He almost lost his job because he couldn't solve the murders caused by the supernatural issues. 

"Did he say anything unofficially?", Scott asked.

"No.", the deputy replied. "But everyone's got a theory."

"What's yours?", Stiles asked. "I shouldn't even be talking to you guys.", the deputy dismissed, ignoring Stiles' question. "Don't you have class?"

"Come on, Strauss," Stiles said. "What's your theory?" Strauss glanced over at the other two deputies standing at a distance before he leaned towards the teens and whispered.

"Do you guys believe in the supernatural?" The teens looked confused, feigning innocent curiosity.

Turns out that some of the cops suspected the incidents to be of supernatural occurrences.

The teen quickly dismissed the deputy, laughing it off before leaving the school. Sam followed Scott who found Liam. The supernatural boys looked at each other in surprise as they looked over towards a door.

"Is that it?", Sam asked them. Scott nods as they had found a door to a room that led to the Dread Doctors.

Scott took a breath as he slowly placed his hand on the handle. He slid the door open and they froze once they were faced with a gun pointed at them.

They let out a breath once they saw Chris. "Holy shit…", Sam muttered, a smile growing on her face in relief. 

Chris seemed relieved as well and placed back his gun into his belt. Scott suddenly frowned as he sniffed.

Chris caught on. "You didn't," Scott whispered.

"I had to," Chris replied. The teens peeked around Chris' shoulder and saw a familiar face.

Sam glared at Chris. "Really?" Who stood behind them was Chris' father, Gerard. He lost a lot of weight. He looked malnourished, and very pale.

"Hello, Scott. Samantha.", the older man greeted.

Sam growled and Scott's eyes turned red. "That's a new color on you, Scott.", Gerard said and looked at Sam. "Seems the bite kicked in as well."

"You want another one?", Sam threatened.

"Who's the old guy?", Liam asked. "Gerard.", Sam replied.

"At the moment," Gerard chuckled. "they would call me a necessary evil. But yes, my name is Gerard."

"What were you thinking?", Scott asked Chris.

Chris frowned. "That we need him."

"He's right.", Gerard agreed. "If you want to catch a werewolf-like the Beast of Gevaudan, you're going to need more than one Argent."

Scott looked at Sam and she sighed. This again. She hated using the Argents for their issues.

Chris stepped forward, "He knows all the stories. All the folklore. Everything is written and everything passed down."

Scott stepped forward as well. "You sure about this?"

Chris sighed, "Take a look." He motioned the teens to follow him. They walked into another room and saw a painting on the wall at the far end of the room.

They walked up to it. There was a drawing of two beasts attacking each other. One of them had flames coming out of its mouth and bright orange eyes.

That beast would be considered Parrish, but Scott wasn't sure. The other Beast looks like a giant werewolf, a bit bigger than the flame engulfed beast. Both had one of their arms up, ready to attack each other. The bigger beast had a hold on the smaller one and had his hand wrapped around its arm.

"The one on the right is the Beast of Gevaudan," Chris explained. He looked over at Scott and Sam. "Do you know what the other one is?"

They both shook their heads.

"The Hellhound," Gerard said. "The guardian of supernatural places. They're both creatures of the night. But you may know them as ordinary people during the day."

"And most likely neither of them knows what they are.", Chris added.

"Kinda like Jackson…", Sam muttered, making Scott look at her in realization.

"What is it?", Chris asked the boy.

"Stiles and I found a message in Latin…", Scott explained. "Damnatio Memoriae."

Chris's eyes widened as he looked back at his dad. "They want it to remember itself.", Gerard informed.

"That might give us time.", Chris said. "Time for what?", Liam asked, worried.

"To prevent this.", Chris replied as he stepped up to the painting. He placed his hands on the wall and lowered his head. Then he started kicking the walls and destroying the tiles as they hit the floor.

Sam frowned as she looked at the mural. Her eyes widened as she nudged Scott and pointed at it after Chris had finished.

The two beasts weren't just fighting. They were fighting on top of a pile of dead bodies in a field. Chris stepped back as they all just stared at the drawing in shock.

"Who are they?", Liam asked. "Us.", Sam replied. "It's all of us."

Liam looked at Sam and Scott in panic. Immediately, Scott started to talk with Chris to figure out how they would stop the Beast.

However, Sam tuned them out as her ears were filled with sounds of distant screams and growling. Her heart raced as she stepped towards the painting and held her hand out to touch it.

The moment she touched the painting, she was now in the lacrosse field. There were people running around and screaming, tumbling over dead bodies and scattering.

She turned and saw the Beast standing in the middle of the field and growling loudly.

She frowned as a bright orange light caught her attention. Once she turned around, her eyes widened to see Parrish engulfed in flames.

Parrish walked up to the girl, a blank look plastered on his face. "Death is coming.", he muttered and she took in a gasp, her vision coming back to the Dread Doctors operating room.

She let out a sigh, as Scott placed a hand on her shoulder. "What did you see?", Scott asked.

"The lacrosse field…dead bodies…and the beast. I'm starting to think this is gonna come true.", she said, looking at the painting and pulled out her phone to take a picture.

Gerard and Chris exchanged a look of understanding.

The next day, Sam rushed to the Sheriff's station. She had to get answers. Parrish was the hellhound? How? Why?

Once she got in, she made her way to Parrish's desk while he was looking over some papers.

"Can we talk for a sec?", she asked the deputy. Parrish looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"Jordan, this is serious.", she said, frowning. His eyes widened and he stood up, motioning her to follow him, and she did just that. "What's wrong?", he asked.

"Well… you wouldn't happen to have any type of apocalyptic dreams, would you? No dead bodies at the school? No beast on the lacrosse field?", she asked.

He looked at the girl with wide, confused eyes and shook his head. "No, why?"

She sighed. What did that vision mean then? Was it wrong? Was he not the hellhound?

She took out her phone and showed him the picture of the painting. "Look, this is you and the Beast fighting each other."

He looked at the picture with furrowed eyebrows. "When I touched it, I saw the Beast standing on the Lacrosse field. There were screams and people running away and then you showed up in flames. Saying something about death is coming."

His eyes widened, "Does anybody else know about this?"

Sam shook her head, "I figured I'd just go straight to the source."

He frowned and looked at the picture then back at her. "Why would I say "death is coming" ?"

Sam shrugged, "I've got no clue either."

It wasn't good. Parrish had no idea and they were back to being frustrated with not knowing the beast's next move.

Malia came back with Deaton and Braeden after battling her mother.

Apparently Deaton had been captured and held hostage this entire time. It was relieving news that he was back and safe.

"Unit Five heading northwest on Crescent reporting an incredibly large…something.", the trip heard Hayden's sister say.

"I've got eyes on the same thing.", another deputy said. "Unit Six to Dispatch. We have a situation downtown."

The teens felt their nervousness wave in the jeep.

"Multiple fatalities."

"Copy, medics on the way.", another deputy answered.

Deaths already. This wasn't supposed to happen… 

"Do you have a perp insight, Unit Six?"

"10-4," Dispatch replied, "can you say what kind of animal?"

"Some kind of rabid animal."

Hayden's sister's voice came through, "Unit Five to Nine, trust me, that's no animal."

 "Looks like a 10 91E.", they hear.

Sam gave Stiles a raised eyebrow. Stiles shook his head. "Animal attack." She nodded in understanding.

Stiles grabbed the radio and pressed the button, "All units stay back. Do not engage. I repeat, do not engage."

The teens jumped, hearing Stiles' dad on the line. "Stiles, get off the radio." His dad replied angrily. "All units alert. Wait for backup. Repeat, no one goes near this thing."

"Unit Nine, I've got it turning off Oakridge southbound on Beachwood.", they heard Hayden's sister say.

"All units, this is dispatch.  We've got a 911 call with additional sightings on Mitchell. This thing is either moving fast, or split in two."

Sam frowned. How fast was this thing moving? "Wait a second." Stiles spoke up. "Beachwood to Mitchell?"

"It's headed for the hospital…", Sam said in realization. 

Stiles quickly took the radio and spoke into it, "Dad."

"Stiles, get off of this channel.", the sheriff fussed. 

"Dad, just listen to me, okay? It's headed for the hospital, all right? He's headed for Beacon Memorial." Scott's eyes widened. Melissa was working tonight.

Stiles pressed in panic. "You hear me? It's headed for the hospital.", he repeated, speeding up.

Scott hurriedly called his mother and she quickly answered.

"Hey, what's wrong sweetie?", Melissa asked. "You gotta evacuate the hospital, now!", Scott replied. "Okay, they're making an–" 

She stayed silent. Then all of a sudden, sirens went off. "I think Dispatch just called in." 

She hung up. The trio all looked at each other in despair.

"Need eyes on Parrish.", they heard the sheriff once more. "Does anyone have Parrish's 20?"

The dispatcher's voice spoke, "All units, we have a 911 emergency call reporting a man on fire running."

Parrish. 

"Clark, disregard.", Sheriff Stilinski said and the teens sighed in relief.

The trio quickly ran into the hospital after arriving and looked around. They jumped at the sound of a cocked gun and turned around to see Stiles' dad. 

Sam frowned as she looked at the gun he held. "That's not gonna do it.", she muttered and froze as she felt a heavy presence moving around in the hospital.

The beast was already here.

Shit.

They stayed silent as they heard a thud and a growl.  They looked above them, hearing the growls get louder.

Sam tried to detect which floor the beast was on and who else was there. There were other people up there. Patient, doctor or otherwise.

"Fourth floor.", she muttered and led them up to the fourth floor.

Once they arrived, they saw flames in lighting up in certain areas of the hallways. That was definitely Parrish's work.

The hallway lights flashed and dimmed, causing a difficulty with seeing things clearly.

The sheriff stepped in front of the teens, holding up his gun and looking around as he led them down the hallways.

Just as they were about to turn a corner, a huge fireball flew past them. They looked to see where the source of the thrown ball had come from and saw Parrish being thrown back into a wall, his flames quickly dying out.

Parrish looked back at them, his eyes sparkling a bright orange. He was wounded. He had three large, deep claw marks on his chest.

His eyes slowly dimmed out as he began to fall into unconsciousness.

The sheriff walked over towards Parrish with Sam following behind him. Parrish's eyes were open, just blank. "Parrish? Are you okay? Deputy!", the sheriff exclaimed, calling the young deputy. Parrish awakened and looked at Sheriff Stilinski.

Parrish looked at both the sheriff and Sam in confusion as his body quickly healed. Her eyes widened. She didn't know he could do that…

Now he just looked dirty.

Sam looked back at Scott and Stiles, getting up and following them. Scott's attention was focused on the floor and Sam followed his gaze. A large bloody paw print was plastered on the floor. It had to have come from the beast.

However, the large bloody paw prints turned into smaller bloody footprints. Scott and Sam raised an eyebrow at each other.

Who was the beast?

[ghost-wolf34]

Peter Hale finds a mate

I'm sorry if I keep using the name Shauna or Shadow for my ocs, I just really like both names and want to keep using them. I know though that you readers are probably tired of me using the names, but I really like this names and want to continue using them. If you guys have had enough of those names or want to see me use a different character with a different name that isn't a werewolf also please let me know... 

P.s I also like werewolf stories a lot. Lol 😂 and if you guys would like me to use more gifs on this story let me know,plus I feel like people don’t add gifs enough to stories on here at least more then one. And because I feel like gifs add more depth and detail to the story.

Chapter one. The scent.

Peter was out getting some coffee at the coffee shop like normal, when he had gotten a whiff of a very strong yet addicting scent. He tried not to sniff the air to much, but he couldn't get enough of the scent that he was smelling. "Where is that smell coming from?" He thought as he looked around, not knowing that he had just over looked where the scent was coming from. Which was from a young woman who had a hood up and was sitting at the back of the coffee shop at a table by herself, looking all down and lonely. 

Peter got a look of frustration and annoyance, when he couldn't find who/ where the scent was coming from. He grabbed his coffee and bagel, before heading over to a table that was open which was a few feet away from the one at the back. He sat down to eat his bagel and smelled the scent again, he sniffled the air without drawing attention to himself as he sat there eating his food. 

His eyes however trained onto the woman who was sitting at a back table by herself, he wondered why she sat there with her hood up looking all lonely. He continued to watch her as he ate his bagel and drank his coffee, he watched as she eventually got up looking around slightly before keeping her head down as she headed towards the front doors. 

He watched her, before noticing that the scent now had disappeared. He started to wonder if that scent was coming from the young woman who had just up and left. In order to find out, Peter finished his bagel and got up quickly trying to find the woman before she got to far out of his sight. He groaned in annoyance when the scent fully disappeared, he threw his wrapper away and walked out into the street with his coffee in hand. 

Peter looked around as he drank his coffee, before heading towards his car to drive to his nephews place to talk to him. He pulled out his keys and started his car, he opened the driver door and hopped in. He sat down his coffee cup and got buckled up, before driving off to see Derek and his pack. 

.........................,........,,.,,

Peter stood there listening to Derek as he spoke to the pack. "Alright, I know we've had a lost going on for the past couple of weeks. But thanks to Jordan for coming into town, things have changed and gotten rather crazy. With finding out he's a hound and that his sisters a werewolf like us, he's letting her join the pack. One for her safety, two her abilities and three help to control her wolf side. 

She's still new to her abilities and still has a lot to learn, we were all there once and with you being a alpha now Scott...I thought that maybe it would be a good time for you to learn how to help someone that's struggling like Liam but a bit differently." Derek said. 

"How is she different from other werewolves, if your all the same?" Kira asked Derek, as she sat next to Scott. "Kira take it easy. She might be like us, but she could also be more like Derek and Peter." Scott told her, before looking at Derek. "That's actually why I brought him here. She suffers from mood swings and anger like he does,  but she can show you what she can do." Derek spoke. 

"Great someone like my father." Malia mumbled as stiles sat next to her. "I'm sure that she's not completely like your father, but if you can shift into a wolf like them that's actually pretty cool." Stiles said. "Not really helpful stiles." She told him, before rolling her eyes. 

Derek looked over at his uncle then behind him at the darkness behind them both. "It's okay, you can show them". Derek said. 

Peter looked at his nephew, before catching a whiff of the scent that he smelt earlier as he turned around and saw glowing purple eyes through the darkness. He then watched as the blackest yet biggest wolf he had ever seen,

jumped out of the darkness and right at him knocking him to the ground. Which caused him to narrow his eyes and show his wolf fangs/teeth along with his eyes.

He looked dead square at the wolf, before watching as they got off him after growling/snarling in his face. 

Derek stood there smirking amused, as he watched Peter with the newest member of their team.

"Peter meet Shadow. Shadow meet Peter my annoying yet irritating uncle that nobody likes, who will be helping train you along with Scott." He watched as Shadow and Peter glared at each other, as Peter stood up.

"Oh no, I'm not helping train them." Peter told his nephew. 

"First off it's a she and second off, both of you are going to have to get along and work together okay? I can't train her and I'm not letting Scott work with her when she's in wolf form. You know better then anyone what it's like to be full or rage and anger all the time. Your the only one here strong enough to handle her." 

Peter rolled his eyes at his nephew, as he crossed his arms kept staring at the wolf. "Fine..I'll train her, but I'm not going to go easy on her especially with the training. With a attitude like this someone will get hurt." Peter said,

before growling lowly at the wolf as she growled back.

"Okay you two enough!” Derek roared as his teeth and fangs came out as his eyes went blue. “Both of you need to either take the this out to the woods, or you both can grow up and get along.”

You have to work with each other. Especially since we have bigger problems to deal with, like I don't know maybe the Japanese people that are hunting people including us. So both of you two need to get along, before we have to face them alright?" 

"Fine." Peter said, before walking away and going to cool off he was definitely more moodier then normal and it's been ever since he smelled that scent today.

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 89 ; Memory Found

Author: @harringtonstilinski​ Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 6,028 Warnings: angst, multiple pov switches A/N: Hi, friends! 89 Chapters down, 11 to go!! Emma is going to be with Scott (platonically) until Chapter 90. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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FIRST PERSON POV

After leaving Scott’s house, Scott, Lydia, Malia and I basically abandoned everyone else at Scott’s house and went straight for Argent’s bunker. Scott and Malia were in charge of making sure their areas were closed and locked while Lydia and I locked the tunnel gate.

Running down the tunnel, we both voiced, “The tunnel gate’s locked.” Running through the door to the bunker, Lydia added, “Everything’s locked.”

Scott closed and locked the bunker door as Malia came running up to us. “Think it’ll hold them off?”

“Probably not,” Scott said.

“Definitely not,” Lydia said.

“Guys, positivity here, come on,” I said. 

“You guys aren’t hoping I’m gonna be the optimist, are you?” Malia asked.

“Nope. That’s what I’m here for,” I sassed.

Scott looked over to the device that Lydia told us about with Parrish. “So, how cold does this thing get?” “Cold enough for a Hellhound,” Lydia said. 

“It’s not the same as the ice bath we gave Isaac, but it can lower your core temperature past anything a human can survive,” I said.

Scott looked at me, silently asking how I knew that. “Lydia told me all about this thing after Parrish went in.”

“So what does freezing our asses off have to do with our memories?” Malia asked.

“It’ll slow your heart rate, and put you in a trance-like state,” Lydia explained. 

“Like hypnosis,” Scott said.

“Hypnotic regression,” I corrected. “If we can figure out how to work it.”

Malia looked next to her, pointing to the device, stating, “This says start, so maybe it’s not that complicated.”

“It’s complicated,” Scott said. I looked over at him, seeing the look on his face before I looked at the different knobs on the right side of this thing.

“Oh, damn,” I muttered.

“So, optimistically, how much time do you think we need to do this?” Malia asked.

“As much time as Liam and Stilinski can buy us,” Scott said. He looked up at the red lever and pulled on it, opening the door to the freezing chamber.

I started humming and bouncing my shoulders lightly. 

Scott turned around and faced me, a confused look on his face. “What are you humming?”

“I’m Mister White Christmas, I’m Mister Snow, I’m Mister Icicle, I’m Mister Ten-Below,” I sang.

“Oh, God,” Lydia muttered.

I chuckled, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket. I pulled it out, reading the text I’d gotten from Sheriff.

Sheriff: Was your dad scheduled to work today?

To Sheriff: Yeah, why?

Sheriff: He’s not here. The whole station is empty.

To Sheriff: …

“Em?” Lydia asked.

“My dad’s been taken. Odds are, my mom has, too,” I said, tears forming in my eyes. I couldn’t dwell on this right now, I had to get Stiles back. I had to get him back in my arms where he belongs.

Scott took off his shirt, handing it to me before Malia reached over and hit the start button on the side of the device.

“Okay, it’s doing something,” Malia said. “You ready?”

Scott looked down at me as I gave him a reassuring nod. He hesitantly reached for the door, opening it a little more to give him room to step inside. Once he stepped in, he turned around and faced us, the door hissing as it closed. Lydia closed all the red levers, the hissing sounding more. 

“Remember,” Lydia said. “This will get cold enough to kill you.”

“So, if something feels wrong or like, it’s not working--” I said.

“It’s going to work,” Scott said.

“I really hope you’re not saying that because you think we know what we’re doing,” I sassed. 

“I’m saying that because I know you can figure it out,” he reassured. 

I gave him eyes that said you’re in trouble if I can’t.

Lydia reached over and turned the knobs from one to ten, Scott gasping at the cold it was sending out. “Oh, okay, alright, yeah, that’s cold. Really cold,” he said.

“So what are we supposed to do?” Malia asked. “Talk to him? Help him remember? Wait ‘til he turned into a werewolf freezy pop?”

“You sound like a worried girlfriend, Malia,” I said. She gave me unamused eyes that I shook my head at and sighed. “We need to guide him. Keep him focused.”

It broke my heart seeing him shivering the way he was, so I decided to talk to him to get his mind off of the cold. “Scotty, you have to think about him. Concentrate on Stiles.”

“Should Emma do all the talking?” I heard Malia whisper.

“I’ll step in if I need to,” Lydia whispered back.

“Girls,” I said. I put my attention back on Scott, voice as soft and gentle as I could muster. “Try to picture him in your head, Scotty. Think about what he looks like, things he said.”

The machine started whirring, Scott groaning.

“Lydia,” I warned, eyes still on Scott.

“I don’t like this,” Malia said. “Something’s wrong.”

“Ya think?” I sassed.

“Wait, don’t argue,” Lydia said. “Give it a few more seconds.”

Scott started grunting in pain, putting his hand on the glass in front of me. 

“I’m getting him out of there,” Malia said. She put her hand on the top lever, ready to open it before I grabbed her wrist.

“Malia Tate, you open this door and I swear I’ll find a way to send you back to the woods in coyote form, got it?” I said.

I watched from the corner of my eye as Scott slid his hand down the glass slowly. Reminded me of the handprint scene from Titanic.

“Scotty. Can you hear me?”

Scott opened his eyes, his Alpha Reds shining back at me.

“Scotty. Can you hear me?” I needed confirmation or else I was getting him out of this chamber thing myself.

His eyes started closing, almost like he was fighting sleep. 

“Scotty, don’t fall asleep. You have to keep your eyes open.”

“Trying…” he said, voice laced with sleep.

“Lyds,” I said.

“Keep talking to him,” she said.

I looked at him a little longer. “It’s not sleep. I think you’re losing consciousness. And if you do that, I think we’re gonna lose you. I’m gonna lose you.” Scott closed his eyes again, Malia’s protective instinct coming out.

“Scott, stay awake,” she yelled. “Scott!”

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV / SCOTT’S MEMORIES

Walking up the stairs in his house, Scott was determined to find some memories. When he got to the top of the stairs, he heard Stiles’ voice. “You kissed her, Scott. You kissed Emma.” He saw Emma’s body leaning against practically nothing before a body quickly came in and out of focus. He was sure this was Stiles.

“Guys, please let me out,” Scott heard his own voice. He started to remember this night. It was the night he kissed Emma and started saying all the lies about her, saying that she was the one who kissed him, not the other way around. He remembered feeling awful that night, too. “It’s the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn’t do any of this on purpose. And it’s killing me. I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out.”

“I can’t,” Stiles said, shaking his head. It was quiet again for a few minutes before Emma and Stiles heard Scott screaming.

Scott heard more voices in his head, turning his head from side to side.

“Scotty,” Emma’s voice came through, but it didn’t sound like a memory. “Try to find him.”

Another memory with Stiles popped up.

The night Scott snuck back onto the bus to remember that Derek attacked the driver; “Okay, why is it starting to feel like you’re Batman and I’m Robin?” Stiles asked. 

“Try to find him in your memories,” Emma said.

The day Stiles and Emma tried to teach Scott how to control his shifting; “You have something, Scott,” Stiles said. “Whether you want it or not, you can do things that nobody else can do.”

“Find him in any memory, good or bad,” Emma said, hand on the window.

Scott looked around as if he was trying to find a memory, but was getting drowned in all the ones he’s had with Stiles and the ones that were coming through.

The night on the hospital roof with the Alpha Pack; “Scott, there’s gotta be something else, okay? We always-- we always have a Plan B,” Stiles said, tears in his eyes.

The day Stiles had a panic attack from not being able to read; “This is just a dream,” Stiles said. “You’re dreaming.”

The night Emma, Stiles and Liam followed Theo to the bridge; “Why can’t you trust anyone?” Scott asked.

“Because you trust everyone!” Stiles yelled.

The only thing that Scott could do was look around, being drowned by all the memories he has with Stiles. One thing that was making him more confused was the fact that Emma was in every single one of his memories with Stiles. 

“Scott?” Emma’s voice came through. “Scotty, do you hear me?”

Scott’s eyes started to fill with tears as the memories kept piling up on top of one another as Emma continued talking to him.

“Scott, you have to try to focus!” Emma said. 

“That’s it, there’s no going back,” Stiles said.

In his memories, Scott saw Stiles holding Emma’s lifeless body the night they went to save just Lydia from Eichen, but ended up saving Emma from the institution, as well. 

He even saw Stiles sitting on the table for the MRI machine at the hospital, the two hugging it out while Emma stood next to them. “I’ll do something,” Scott said.

More memories crept up on Scott, seeing Stiles slam his hand into his Jeep, frustrated that Scott was trusting Theo when he first came into town.

Scott slammed his hands over his ears, the memories becoming too much for him. “No, don’t!”

The day Emma and Stiles told Scott he’s a werewolf; “You’re cursed, Scott,” Stiles said.

“Scott?” he heard Emma say. “Scotty, can you hear me? Scott, listen. Imagine this...okay? Imagine you’re in the high school. Visualize yourself in the high school, in the corridor where all the lockers are. Just try to imagine standing there. That’s where your memories are. They’re all in the lockers. They’re locked away behind each one. Every memory of Stiles is in a separate locker. Scotty, you’re there. In the high school. You’re standing there now.”

Scott opened his eyes from having them closed, realizing that he’s now standing exactly where Emma said he’d be. He looked around for a moment before focusing on one locker in particular, walking up to it and putting his hand on the latch. Before he opened it, however, he looked at the lockers on his right then his left, wondering which memory would be the right one before looking back at the locker he was standing in front of, opening it. He was submerged in a memory, but the locker quickly shut in his face before he could get too far in.

“Emma, I need your help,” Scott said, starting to freak out some. “I don’t think I can do this. I can’t figure it out.”

“Keep looking,” Emma said.

“There are memories, but I don’t know which one’s the right one. What am I supposed to do, Em?”

“Find another memory, Scotty. Just find another memory.”

He went to open the locker next to the first one, but Malia’s voice cut in this time.

“Scott? Scott, can you hear me? Listen, I remember something. At the start of the year, Stiles was trying to find a place for you guys and Emma to live after graduation. He said you three were getting an apartment together? And I remember hearing Emma say something to Stiles. She said it’s not always a good idea to live with your friends. Even your best friend. But Stiles said it wouldn’t matter because you and him weren’t just friends. You guys were more like brothers.”

The word brother echoed in Scott’s mind as he opened the locker again, looking inside of it with confusion. He leaned in closer, seeing a flare from the bus they had taken to the Motel Glen Capri for last year's track meet that ended up being canceled, holding it in his hand as he pulled it out of the locker and dropping his arm to have it by his side.

“Scott McCall, you listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Okay? You're someone. You're--” Emma stopped talking as she started to choke out a sob.

“Scott, you're our best friend. Okay. And we need you. Scott, you're our brother, you're my brother,” Stiles said, stepping a little closer to Emma.

“Alright, so...” Emma said. Stiles and Emma looked down then at each other and took a step into the gasoline puddle, but he moved around her to stand on her other side. “So, if you're gonna do this, then...” 

Stiles reached towards the flare, grabbing it. “I think you're just gonna have to take us with you, then. Alright?”

Scott and Emma were sobbing messes as Stiles successfully took the flare out of Scott's hand and tossed it behind them.

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

Lydia, Malia and I caught Scott as he fell from the chamber, Lydia having opened it.

Scott gasped for breath as he looked at me over his shoulder. “What, what’s wrong? Why’d you bring me out?”

“Scotty, your heart rate dropped, you were gonna die,” I exclaimed.

“We had to,” Malia and Lydia added.

Scott looked back at the chamber over both our shoulders. “But then-- but then nothing happened, did it?” 

Lydia looked at him with sad eyes as he said, “It didn’t work.”

Scott turned around in my arms, looking back at the chamber again, saying, “I’m going back in.”

“No the hell you’re not!” I said, standing quickly and in front of the chamber.

“It was working. Something was happening. I could feel it.”

“But nothing was out here. Nothing, Scott. All we saw was you freezing to death!”

He went to move more towards the chamber, but Malia grabbed his arm, saying, “You’re still too cold.”

He lifted his hand, watching it shake. “We can’t give up now.”

“We’re not,” Malia said. “It’s my turn.” She took off her shirt, ready to risk her own life. If this was last year during the Deadpool, I would’ve said go for it, but I wasn’t too keen on letting her do this. She continued her statement, “I have plenty of memories of Stiles, too.”

“It’s too dangerous,” Lydia said.

“I agree,” I said.

“But it’s not as dangerous as doing nothing,” Scott said, looking at Malia. “She’ll probably handle the cold better than me.”

“If it’s all about connection-- Emma, I know you don’t want to hear this-- then Stiles was the first person I connected with in a long time,” Malia continued.

Scott looked over at me, my lips pulled off to the side and breathed in deeply, releasing it in a sigh as I crossed my arms. “She’ll need a visual,” he said.

I stood there for a second, thinking of a visual for Malia to use. “Okay, I think I have an idea.”

“Please don’t let this be sarcastic,” Lydia muttered.

“It’s not,” I said, leaning forward. I looked over at Malia. “Girlfriend, if your heart rate goes down like Scott’s, or if we think you’re gonna freeze to death--”

“Then get me the hell out of there,” Malia said. 

I nodded and stepped off to the side as she walked up to the chamber, getting inside and turning to face us, Scott locking the door.

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV / MALIA’S MEMORIES

Going deep within her own subconscious, Malia found herself in the library at the high school. Books were all over the floor as if someone had come and ransacked the place, her walking on top of the books, not really caring.

“Can you see yourself there?” Emma asked. “Are you in the library now?”

Malia looked around, surprised that she was actually where Emma said she’d be. “I’m here,” she said, shocked. “I’m in the library.”

“Can you see the books?”

“I see them,” Malia replied, looking off to her right at all the books.

“Concentrate on them. The books on the shelves are your memories. Everything that’s ever happened to you. Find the shelf… that has all of your memories of Stiles… even if I’m in them. Try to find a memory where you made some kind of connection with him.”

Malia turned to her left, finding a shelf that she thought was her memories of Stiles. She picked up one, opening it and being submerged in a couple memories of their time at Eichen.

Walking out of her room at Eichen, Malia looked down the hall to her left, spotting Stiles, who looked at her in confusion as to why she was here when they saved her and returned her to her father just a couple weeks prior.

Standing in front of her, Stiles tried talking to her. “Hey! Sti--”

Malia interrupted his greeting by punching him dead in the jaw.

Malia quickly closed that memory book, looking around.

“Did you find something?”

“I definitely connected,” Malia answered, dropping the book without a second thought. Picking up another book, she opened it and gasped, memory after memory flooding back.

The night of the impromptu party at the Lake House, when she felt her connection; “I'm not gonna run. Because I don't think you're gonna hurt us,” Stiles said.

Emma stepped forward in front of Stiles, putting on her brave face. If she was gonna hurt anyone, it was gonna be Emma. “I think maybe you're so afraid of hurting Stiles because of what you did to your family.”

Standing in the men’s bathroom at Eichen; “You want to help me?” Malia asked, standing in front of Stiles with a towel wrapped around her. “Find a way to change me back.”

“You want to go back?” Stiles asked, looking at her like she was crazy. “To being a coyote?”

She closed and dropped that book as well, looking around at all the books on the ground, telling herself to find something else. After picking up book after book, hers and Stiles’ voices filled the air. The next memory shocked her, almost to her core. She instantly remembered watching their exchange.

“I gotta leave for a few, okay?” he said.

“What? No. Why? Where are you going?” Emma asked. “You gotta stay here with me.” She put her hand on his upper arm.

“Whatever's happening, it's worse for you guys. That means it's not just people getting sick, it's another assassin.”

Emma sighed, locking eyes with Scott. He stood up and started walking over towards Stiles and Emma, kneeling down next to her.

“Scott's gonna take my place with you, okay?”

Emma nodded and started moving so Scott could get into Stiles' previous spot. Kira walked over to them as Scott sat down and got situated. Emma shivered and put her hands on her arms.

“Here,” Stiles said, taking off his jacket. He put it around Emma’s shoulders, Kira helping her put it on the rest of the way.

“Damn, I feel so useless,” Emma said softly. 

“You're not,” Kira reassured. “It's just affecting you a lot differently than it is us.”

“It's rendering me useless,” Emma tried to sass out.

Kira chuckled and rubbed her arm.

Emma looked back at Stiles, all the seriousness in the world in her eyes as she looked at him. She felt tears start to water in her waterline causing her to sniffle. “You're coming back, right?”

He chuckled and ran his hand through her hair. “Yeah. You know I'd never leave you behind.”

Emma put her hand over his, leaning in his touch. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Their lips moved in sync for a couple of seconds before they just stopped, their lips still pressed to each others. Savoring the moment.

He pulled away and helped her lay back down against Scott. She held on to his hand for as long as she could. 

“I love you, handsome,” she muttered.

“Malia, can you hear us?” Emma asked, worriedly.

“Malia?” Lydia’s voice came through.

“Malia, open your eyes,” Scott said.

Before the wall could slide closed, Stiles turned back around and locked eyes with Emma. Malia could see and sense even from where she was sitting the love that the two had for each other. But, Stiles was her anchor and nothing was going to change that.

“Open your eyes, Malia,” Scott said.

Malia came out of the memory, tears filling her eyes. She dropped the book as a tear started to fall from her waterline. She put her hand on the next book, taking a deep breath and releasing it. Frost started to form on her hand and up her arm. Her Coyote Blues shined for a moment before she came out of her subconscious. 

~~~

FIRST PERSON POV

I jumped a little as Malia slammed her hand against the glass of the chamber, gasping. Scott and I looked at each other before he sprang into action going to unlock the levers.

A green light above us started to shine, so I quickly tapped his arm. “Scotty, look.”

He looked over his shoulder at the green light, I’m guessing eyes wide with shock.

“Something’s happening,” Lydia said.

Ice was starting to form on the glass as Malia continued to gasp, her hand still on the glass. All three of us jumped into action, pulling the levers on the door to open it as the machine gave us warning beeps.

Malia fell into Scott’s arms, shivering at the cold the chamber brought on. Scott moved her to a chair, trying to find a blanket for her to use. Lydia worked on turning the chamber off while I paced, trying to think of something else to try.

“What are you doing?” Scott asked, looking over at Lydia.

“It’s too dangerous,” Lydia replied.

“We’re not going to save anyone by freezing you guys to death,” I added.

“But it was working, wasn’t it?” Malia asked.

“There was a light and a strange noise.”

“No Stiles,” Lydia added.

“But I remember him now,” Scott said. “I can see him in my head.”

“So can I,” Malia said.

“He’s more real now than he’s ever been. If we can bring Stiles back, we can bring everyone back.”

“Scotty, there’s a huge difference in being a vivid memory and an actual corporeal human being,” I said. 

“I know,” he said, taking his arms from around Malia and taking a couple steps towards me. “Which is why I think it should be you.”

I gaped at him, brows shooting into my hairline. “Wha-- me? Why me? I won’t last two seconds in there, let alone two minutes.”

“Then think of something else. Malia’s right.”

“It’s all about the connection,” Lydia said, putting her hand on my shoulder. 

“When I was remembering him, I was also remembering the two of you together. All the memories of us as kids growing up until he got taken,” Scott said. “I don’t think anyone had a connection like you guys.”

“Yeah. I saw it, too,” Malia added, looking down sadly. “Except for when we were in Eichen.” She looked back up at me, a tear running down her cheek. “You have to try, Emma.”

I grabbed the ring around my neck, holding onto it tightly. I closed my eyes slowly, and took a deep breath. Opening my eyes back up, I looked at Scott, nodding ever so slightly.

“Then we have to do it the old-fashioned way,” Lydia said. I looked back at her as she looked at me and continued, “We’re going to have to actually hypnotize you.” We all got to work looking for the items Lydia told us to look for… well, Scott and Malia were looking, I was back to pacing as she was writing down information. 

“My mother had a hypnotist who helped her quit smoking,” Lydia said. “She had me see the same one when I was 10.”

“You smoked when you were 10?” Scott asked.

I chuckled, looking at him as I paced back by him. “No. She bit her fingernails.”

“How do you know that?” Lydia asked, looking at me from over her shoulder.

I shrugged. “I used to do the same thing, so I recognized your twitches before you would start.”

She hummed. “Good to know. Scott, just find a lighter or a candle, please.”

I stepped back a few steps as Malia turned on the blow torch she found. “Too much?” she asked.

“I got one,” Scott said, holding up a candle. 

“Em, go sit,” Lydia said. 

I sighed and closed my eyes, gearing myself up to be hypnotized before I nodded once to myself. “Let’s do this.” I walked over to the table and sat down at one of the stools provided, the candle already lit. Scott sat in front of me, Malia next to him and Lydia sat down next to me, finishing up her writing. “What’s that?”

“An induction script,” Lydia said. “One of us is going to talk you through this.” She placed the pen down, handing me the pad of paper, looking at me expectantly.

“Oh, you want me to choose?” I asked, pointing the pad at myself. Lydia nodded and swayed her head a little. I sighed and looked at all of them, weighing my options. I ultimately decided on Scott, handing him the pad. “I figured that if I get lost or if you can hear my heart slowing down, or even not at all--” I looked at Malia, Scott having told me she didn’t hear my heart the day we quarantined ourselves in the Hale Vault during the Deadpool. I looked back at Scott, moving my hair off my shoulder and putting my arms on the table, resting on them. “You’d be able to pull me out and get my heart rate back up.”

“So, I just read?” Scott asked.

“Well, you have to soften your voice,” Lydia said. “Keep it relaxed but not monotone. Go for clarity, not volume.”

Scott and I looked at each other for a moment before I nodded and placed my palms on the table, closing my eyes. After a moment, I let Scott’s voice fill my head.

“Take a deep breath and look at the candle,” Scott started. I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, looking at the candle. “Feel the muscles in your body begin to relax. Your hands relaxing. Your eyelids relaxing.”

I closed my eyes as he was reading off the paper, fully relaxed enough to go deep in my subconscious.

After a moment, I heard Scott’s voice again. “As you relax, imagine you’re at home, the one you grew up in across the street from the Stilinski’s. You’re in your room, sitting with your legs crossed on your bed, manilla files sitting in front of you. When you open each file, it’s going to play memories from your life. The files give you total control. You can open any memory you want. All you have to do, is grab a file and open it.”

~~~

THIRD PERSON POV / EMMA’S MEMORIES

Upon opening her eyes, Emma was sitting on her bed, just like Scott was reading. She looked down at the files, seeing that each one was labeled at a specific time in her life. She figured Lydia chose this setting with the files because she wanted to become a lawyer just like her mother.

Reaching hesitantly for the first file, Emma grabbed it and opened it, slowly, unsure of what memory was going to unfold in front of her.

The day they went to Lydia’s house to check on her after seeing Alpha at the movie rental store; “Honey, Emma and Stiles are here to see you,” Mrs. Martin said.

Lydia was looking at her hand when she asked, “What the hell is a Stiles?”

“Try to find a memory of Stiles. A memory where you felt a connection with him,” Scott’s voice said. Emma started muttering something from the memory she was reliving. “Keep looking for Stiles. Find another memory.”

File after file, Emma kept opening them and tossing them off to the side, getting a little frustrated that she couldn’t find the right memory. She eventually shoved the files down her bed a little, resting her elbows on her knees and putting her head in between her hands, grabbing at her hair.

“Scotty, this isn’t working,” Emma said.

“Pick up another file, Em. Find a memory of Stiles,” Scott said.

Emma picked up her head, breathing a little heavy. She looked around, seeing a file sitting on her nightstand. Furrowing her brows, she leaned over and picked up the file. Running her hand over it, she had a feeling that this memory would be the one she’d needed to remember. Closing her eyes, she let out a deep breath, tears already filling her eyes. She opened the file, getting lost in the memory she couldn’t believe she forgot.

“You wanna dance?” Stiles asked.

Emma looked at Lydia then back to him. “Pass. Dance with Lydia. She's your date, after all,” she said.

“You know what? Let me try that again,” he said. He stood up and put a hand on the back of Emma’s chair, the other in front her. “Emma... get off your cute little ass and dance with me now.”

“Someone's being me tonight, all sassy. Interesting tactic, Stiles, but I'm gonna stick with a hard pass.” She looked over to where Lydia should've been sitting and looked around, seeing her dancing with some random dude from the lacrosse team.

“Emma, get up... okay? You're gonna dance with me. I don't care that you made out with Scott, even though he was under the full moon influence. God,” he hung his head. All Emma could do was watch him. “This isn’t how I wanted to do this,” he whispered to himself, but she still caught it. He looked back up at her, continuing his words. “Emma, I've had a crush on you since the third grade. And I know that somewhere inside that sassy and stubborn ass exterior there's a super sweet girl. And I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are. Uh-huh. And that once you're done being all damn sassy and stubborn – because it drives me crazy – you'll eventually leave Beacon Hills-- and me-- and go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the Nobel Prize.”

All Emma could do was just stare at him. That's all she could do. When everything he said got stuck in her head, she smiled at him. “Stiles, I would never leave you behind. I'd take you with me wherever I went. And also,” she said, standing up. “A Fields Medal.”

“What?” 

“Nobel doesn't have a prize for mathematics. The Field's Medal is the one I'll be winning.” They looked at each other for a little bit longer. He had that damn look in his eyes again. You'd think she’d have it figured out by now, but she had the same look on her face.

She took his hand in hers, feeling a tingle in her arm, and walked to the dance floor.

“That’s when it happened,” Emma said.

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FIRST PERSON POV

I opened my eyes, tears filling them and took in a deep breath, coming out of my hypnosis.

“When what happened?” Scott asked.

All I could do was stare at the flame, thinking back to another memory as they all came flooding back. I thought back to the night of the Winter Formal Sophomore year. 

Stiles nodded and smirked. “Come here,” he said. He grabbed my hands and pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my middle. I put my hands on the back of his neck as he started swaying us from side to side. I smiled and put my head on his shoulder. He had his head ducked down, as guys do when they dance with short girls like me. 

He pulled his head up, causing me to do the same.

“What's up?” I asked when I noticed the look on his face.

He sighed and put his forehead against mine, both of our eyes shutting. I sighed in content, taking in this moment, afraid I wouldn't get another chance like this with him ever again.

He said in a voice low enough for only me to hear, “I mean it when I said I've been crushing on you since third grade. And you look absolutely stunning tonight.”

“Emma, what do you mean?” Scott asked again. “When what happened?”

Another memory came back, the night Gerard took him before we left to help save Jackson.

I watched as Stiles shook his head, looking down at his lap. “No, I'm not a hero, Dad.”

“You were last night.” Sheriff got up and tapped Stiles on the shoulder then walked out. I just stayed looking at him. “I'm not a hero,” he whispered.

He looked up at me and stared for a second. “You are a hero,” I whispered. 

“No, Em. I'm not.”

“You're my hero. You helped protect me that night at the school from Peter. You've always made sure that I was okay and protected above all else. That's what hero's do,” I said, getting off the arm of the chair to sit sideways in his lap. I put my hand on his cheek to guide his eyes to mine. “You'll always be my hero.”

“The night of the Winter Formal Sophomore year,” I said, tears in my eyes. “When he told me how he felt. That’s when it all changed.” The memory of him and I in the Jeep the night the Ghost Riders took him flashed through my mind as well the night he saved me from Valack. “I saw him. I was there. I was the last person to see him.” I closed my eyes, the tears finally streaming down my cheeks.

“Where? When did you see him?” Scott asked.

I looked from the flame up to Scott. “The Ghost Riders, they-- when they took him.”

“Emma-- Emma!” he said, turning to face me. 

I sighed and looked at him, tears lining my eyes. 

“Emma, I’m going to be erased, okay? Just like Alex. You’re gonna forget me.”

“I won’t. No, I won’t. I can’t,” I said, voice shaky.

I reached forward and laced our fingers together, leaning my forehead against his, sighing as tears streamed down my face.

“Just remember…” he whispered. “Remember I love you.”

Before I could press my lips against his, the door opened and he was yanked from my grasp, the door closing again just a second after.

The flame blew out on the candle, wind coming into the room. The tears finally stopped forming in my eyes as I looked back at the candle and thought about to the last words I said to him. “I never said it back.” I looked back up at Scott, both of our eyes filling with tears. “I never said it back.”

The green light from earlier returned, only this time the table was shaking under my hands, everything on the table rattling, along with the guns on the walls and shelves. 

I got up from the table and booked it to the door, unlocking it and opening it, seeing a bright white light. As I walked into the tunnel, I could feel Scott, Lydia and Malia following me. 

The only thing I could do was look into the light, hoping to God that Stiles would walk through it. I might’ve gotten my answer as I saw a figure standing in the middle of the light. I knew for a fact that was Stiles. Tears formed in my eyes again as I just stared at him. I swear I saw him walk into the tunnel, but I just wanted to make sure.

“Stiles?”

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A/N 2: hi, friends! i’m so excited for the next two chapters, y’all don’t even know, lol. but,let me know what you thought! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Note: i probably won’t do anymore timezone reblogs from here on out since the feedback on this series has stopped, and reblogging isn’t doing shit.

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Posted on July 18, 2022 *Happy 8 month Birthday to my son!*

[desereawhitlock]

"It wasn't just my fate that was sealed that day Jordan, it was yours too."

Who knows a hell hound better than his creator?

Jordan Parrish x OC

Starts season 4

Only on Wattpad! It’s ready for you to read!

[thechaosmuses]

Alright so really quick before I do anything else I wanna introduce some new muses to you guys.. They'll be under the cut to save y'all from seeing the long post-

First up we have Anastasia Sloane Lenkov... She’s a former black widow, now working for Shield. She was born in Russia and was trained as a black widow pretty much since she could walk. She can speak Russian, of course but also several other languages, including Sokovian. She despised ballet for a while but eventually picked it back up, reclaiming it as something she loves rather than something she was forced to do. She also loves to cook/bake and paint, all three are her hobbies but also an escape, something she does when she needs a break or a moment of peace. She’s very sweet, some might say too sweet considering she used to be an assassin. She is very caring, and protective of everyone, especially the people she cares about. Like Nat she has a very motherly energy to her despite not being able to have kids though she’d love to adopt one day. (she was made mainly for an OC of my darlin's, @chaos-awakens, using the guy who plays Jordan Parrish because we aren't 100% on board with Lydia x Parrish but they do look good together so we made oc's using them, something we've done a few times before)

Next up we have Amaia Talia Alexander... She was born in a small town just outside of Beacon Hills to a banshee mother and a werewolf father. Though she doesn’t remember either of them, or much of her early life. She knows her parents were killed when she was four and she was taken in by her father’s childhood best friend and her Godmother, Talia Hale. When Talia died, Derek took the young werewolf under his wing and showed her how to be a werewolf. However, no one, not even her, had known she was also a banshee. Her Mother had written her a letter that Derek gave her on her 16th birthday, and the letter told the young girl about the strange things that she would hear and see though her mother hadn’t known what she was, just that sometimes she knew when people were gonna die. She also mentioned that she wasn’t even sure with Amaia being a werewolf if it would even happen to her and when Amaia first got the letter, nothing major had happened, she'd had a few weird dreams and thought she heard voices, but she just chalked it up to stress. At least until Lydia Martin let out her first banshee scream and it was like a switch flicked inside the brunette’s mind. She’s a lot like Derek since they sort of grew up together though a little more sarcastic like Stiles, and she’s pretty introverted, though she can be extroverted with the right people.

(this next one is a long one, my apologies - also i rewrote it like three maybe four times so if there's any spelling errors or anything just ignore them cause if i re-read this again i'm gonna wanna either rewrite it or scrap it completely)

And last but certainly not least we have Chandler Matthew Labonair... He was born in New Orleans but raised in Beacon Hills as his family had to leave their home because of hunters. The reason they’d chosen the California town was because his family was close friends with the Hales. And he and his family just so happened to be in the house the night Kate set fire to the Hale house. He was still only a child at the time and his parents managed to get him out of the house through a window, but they unfortunately didn’t make it out. Afterwards Deaton took him in and raised him as he didn’t want the poor boy to end up in the foster system and when he needed him Derek helped with anything werewolf related that Deaton couldn’t handle. When the young werewolf was old enough, and with Deaton’s permission, he decided to seek out a witch in New Orleans to see if he could somehow talk to his parents, get some advice on being a werewolf. The witch had him lay on the ground on symbols she’d drawn, his family’s pack symbol along with others he didn’t recognize. Before he knew it he was unconscious and in the afterlife where he saw his parents again. He also met other members of his pack, even some that were from another world. A world where members born of the pack were born with the pack symbol on them, a world where they fully transformed into wolves, something that only happened rarely in his world. A part of him wished he could go there, he had friends back home of course but he had no family, not a single person from his pack remained but in the other world maybe there would be. He had half-jokingly said it out loud though he didn’t expect anything to come from it. Next thing he knew he was waking up and though he was still in New Orleans he wasn’t in the witch’s shop, he was where he had been standing last with his parents, in the bayou of New Orleans. After making his way to the city he followed his instincts which led him straight to a large house and an auburn-haired girl around his age named Hope with his pack symbol on her back. Though a bit rough around the edges at first the two of them, along with her family, quickly became close. A few years later at the Salvatore School he put his life on the line to save that same girl, and in an attempt to save him Hope gave him her blood but it hadn’t worked, at least not in the way either of them thought it would. The brunette woke up a few hours later much to everyone’s surprise, and more than that he was now a hybrid, the first and only of his kind. Chandler isn’t really introverted or extroverted, he likes his alone time or being around just his close friends, but he still enjoys big gatherings or parties here and there. He’s sweet, loyal and funny, also pretty sarcastic and he’s a hopeless romantic. And not just in the romantic way, like he’s actually kind of hopeless. He is also very protective of the people he cares about and his found family, both back in New Orleans (the Mikaelsons + honorary ones) and the ones from the Salvatore school. He can play the guitar and he's learning piano, and he also likes to draw and write; poems, songs, etc.

[theairwrites]

A list of WIPs, as of 9/1/22...for funsies.

A lot of these have great terrible titles

Untitled Billy Hargrove -- the only inspiration for this was two sentences "Billy Hargrove, you are a terrible person" and "Then why do you keep hanging out with me?". It will probably never get finished due to lack of inspiration.

Untitled Eddie Munson -- Honestly not sure what my intention with this one was going to be. Basically, it was just going to be hanging out/chatting at the boat house so he wasn't lonely.

Unnamed Billy Russo -- Some dumb season 2 thing I wanted to write and immediately forgot about

All Too Well (Tim McGee x OC) -- A classic "love will find a way" piece. I wish I would finish it since it's basically done, just need to connect the main pieces together

A Season 6 Blurb (Tony DiNozzo x OC) -- Uh, I think it was about when the team split up and since he's on a ship that she misses him? It's been like 4 years since I looked at it.

Season 5 Story (Jordan Parrish x Stilinski Sister) -- It's literally season 5 but mostly just about them...if I ever actually write it and not just have a timeline done

Seaquest 2020 Redux -- My I can do it better version of Something Really Stupid and Something Really Stupid 2 (which is surprisingly not a sequel). It's been 10 years since the original and I REALLY want to continue this but it's on the backburner as I work on my baby.

P.A.S.T. -- A dream of an original story. Time travel, an angel secret organization, falling in love. One day I will start this first book in the planned trilogy.

Neighborly Advice (AKA My Baby) -- The sequel to Family Advice. The main character gets to deal with the aftermath of her parent's deaths, her opening up in her own relationship, and creating a better bond with her two brothers, all while dealing with a mysterious stalker in her last year of high school.

[twofacedharveydent]

A New Blue Moon: The Rewrite

For Avery, Teagan and Isaac adjusting to life back in Beacon Hills isn't as easy as they hoped with Teagan keeping a life changing secret from Isaac and Avery still learning to cope with everything she's been through. Things get even more dangerous when a dead-pool surfaces.

• Teen Wolf Season 4  • •  Isaac Lahey x OC & Jordan Parrish x OC  • •  Collaboration from @missecharlotte & @twofacedharveydent  •

[watchtowerindistress]

Jordan Parrish | Masterlist

Teen Wolf

Jordan Parrish

Drabbles

I trust you

Imagine being the only one Jordan can trust

One-shots

You came 💉

Imagine the Hellhound coming for you when you’re in danger

Drawn to You

Jordan feels drawn to the reader

💉 = violence

[red-5]

Dog Person - Derek x OC/reader(ish)

Summary: Derek and Parrish share an awkward moment, Stiles makes Derek’s life a living hell. 

Pairings: Derek x OC/reader, slight Parrish x OC/reader

Wrote it as an OC, but it can be read as a reader insert if you turn your head and squint. Slight AU. The idea came and I didn’t think too much about it.

Derek watched her through the small window leading to the back-treatment area, headphones crammed in her ears as she poured over the old books and ancient texts spread out across the exam table in front of her. A small cot had been set up for her in the corner, near the vent so it was dark and warm. It had remained untouched since it had been made, even her bag set in the chair next to her. It didn’t matter that it was 3 AM. It didn’t matter she hadn’t slept in days, the dark bags hanging under her eyes betraying her when she insisted she wasn’t tired.

His hard gaze followed her movements, sometimes collected as her eyes scanned a page or passage, sometimes erratic as she tracked down another leather-bound text, unmasking her otherwise concealed Stilinski heritage. His ears tracked her heartbeat, ebbing, and flowing with her motions, and the trace of the much too loud music blasting through her ear buds.

               She’s a little complicated

               Make her mind up just to change it

His eyebrows furrowed together. Country? His relationship with Stilinski spawn the elder had grown and evolved since their triumphant return to Beacon Hills to answer Scott’s call to arms, but even through their necessity based former relationship he had never known her to listen to country music. A voice sounding from behind him voiced his thoughts, breaking him out of his own mind.

 “Ten bucks says its country.”

Derek turned to face the deputy, out of uniform and nursing another cup of steaming coffee, the number undoubtedly unhealthy even for a hellhound. Confusion must have been written all over Derek’s face, as Parrish motioned through the window with his mug.

“Country music. I listen to it when I’m stressed, she picked up from me when we were, you know…together.” He finished with a bashful chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. He reeked of discomfort, and it took all Derek had not to turn up his nose at the stench.

“Yeah,” he mumbled after an awkward moment. “It is.”

Parrish nodded, blowing on the molten liquid more out of habit than necessity before taking a sip. They stood, side by side, watching the woman on the other side of the door scramble around in her sleep deprived haze. It wasn’t long before curiosity and need to break the uncomfortable silence got the better of the werewolf.

“Country?” Derek asked with a raised eyebrow.

Parrish released a genuine chuckle this time, taking a step back to turn to the larger man a fraction.

“Yeah, it’s all anyone listened to on deployment.” His eyes glazed over slightly as images only he could see flashed in behind his eyes. “It was…grounding.” His small, nostalgic smile didn’t reach the rest of his face, Derek understood instantly and Parrish must have sensed this. He broke out of his trance, clearing his throat with a grateful smile.

“Anyway,” he continued, less gracefully than he had intended, “she hardly needs a hound hanging around when she has a wolf. Not that a witch really needed either one in the first place.”

He answered Derek’s questioning eyebrow with a knowing smirk.

“She always was a dog person, if you know what I mean.” The grin that spread across his face and small bit of pride building up in his chest at his own wit faltered at the withering look Derek focused in his direction. He pinched his lips together, grip tightening on the handle of his mug as he moved backwards.

“Right. I’m just going to…” He averted his eyes, clearing his throat as he turned away and scurried out of Derek’s sight.

With a deep breath of long-practiced, all shall endure patience he turned his focus away from the retreating example of Beacon Hill’s finest back to why he was in this mountain ash trap of a building in the first place. He wished she would sleep, but the battle to get her to eat was still fresh in his mind. The remainder of the evidence of his victory was discarded by the sink, and he winced as he remembered what it took to get her to consume what she did. She felt responsible. He knew she did because he knew he would if he were in her position. The coven currently hunting down members of the pack had been drawn to her, to her power. Her deep connection to the werewolves and place in the pack had been viewed a personal offense, and now the people she loved were paying the price. A knot formed in his chest, he desperately wished he could make her understand the depths the pack would go, the depths he would go, to ensure her safety.

He observed her from bottom to top, her converse-clad feet tapping nervously on the floor whenever she remained stationary, her legs tense under her worn blue jeans, but her hips, her hips were where her body began to betray her. In stark contrast to her lower body, her upper body responded to the assault on her eardrums. Hips swaying ever so slightly, shoulders bouncing, head bobbing, lips moving along with the lyrics. His eyes froze there, becoming entranced with the way they moved, stretched, slid along her teeth as she lip-synced. The sudden wish to hear her voice, hear her sing to him as she threaded her fingers through his hair forced its way to the front of his mind and he found himself without breath for a moment.

The familiar, endlessly irritating, make the blood run cold ‘good God what now’ voice that rang in his left ear caused him to suck in a sharp breath, shoulders squaring as he snapped his eyes away and came to a crash landing back into reality. How many other people were still here? She was just so damn distracting.

“Enjoying the show?”

Oh, how he wanted to sucker-punch the smug smirk that had taken root upon the face of the one person that always seemed to make it his mission in life to sour the werewolf’s already foul mood right off his stupid, stupid face. He stared the bane of his existence down for a long moment before speaking.

“I’m here to protect your sister.”

Stiles raised an eyebrow.

“If she needed you to protect her, which at this point might actually be a reality because I’m pretty positive she’s gonna go down any second, is creeping really the best approach?”

Derek’s eyes slid closed, if for no other reason than to remove Stiles from his sight even if just for a moment.

“I wasn’t creeping.”

Stiles narrowed his eyes.

“You were creeping.”

Green eyes flew open, brimming with irritation that only grew like a wildfire sprinkled with gasoline at the twinkle in the younger man’s eyes. He knew Derek would endure whatever he dished out. To the massive misfortune of the former Alpha, Stiles had discovered his Achilles heel. The words had never been spoken outright, but there was much to be said about the Stilinski detective gene. While he had never mentioned his discovery to his sister, or anyone if they hadn’t already worked it out for themselves as Parrish seemed to, Stiles did not hesitate to dangle it over Derek’s head.

 “I could leave, if you think you could do a better job.” An empty threat, but the only one Derek could come up with.

That stupid smirk never faltered, never wavered as Stiles slid past him to grip the handle to the door he had been rooted in front of for hours.

“Whatever you say.”

With a wink, he slipped into the room, alerting his sister to his presence by reaching forward and plucking an ear bud out of her ear. Her look of agitation melted as she turned to her little brother.

“Hey monkey,” she mumbled as he gathered her in his arms, readying himself to give convincing her to rest another go.

The door shut with a click, once again separating Derek from the scene in front of him. The last waves of irritation faded away as he watched her face stretch into a sleepy yawn, feebly swatting Stiles away as he tried to drag her away from her fervid research to the cot. A new emotion surged through him. A new-found appreciation for the sheriff for not only surviving one Stilinski spawn, but two.

[screamxqueenx94]

Caught In Your Web// Initation

A/N: This picks up right where part 1 left off. I had a lot of fun writing this part so I hope you guys enjoy it! (Not my GIF)

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x OC Raven Connors (Hood)

Warnings: mild violence

Italics= thoughts

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Raven stirs into consciousness. She wakes up and finds herself in what looks like a cell. But it's no ordinary cell. It has a plexiglass window with drill holes across the center. All white walls and floor with an all white metal frame bed and a small, white table and chair. She looks around, trying to figure out where she is. Instead of calling out for anyone, she tries to teleport, but can't seem to make it work and gets a zap of electricity. She then tries phasing through it and not only gets zapped again, but is actually thrown against the wall, knocking over the table and chair. As she gets up again, she sees handcuffs on her wrists, but they weren't like any she had seen before. These were new age, tech handcuffs. 

She goes from confused to angry. She grabs the chair and smashes it against the window, thinking the glass would break, but all that happens is the chair breaks into bits. She looks around, still furious and props the corner of the table leg under the glass and uses all her weight to force it up so she can push the window out of place, but that doesn't work either.  

She looks around, yet again, but this time to see if she can find a way to get her cuffs unlocked. She finds a nail from the chair and tries to use it to unlock the cuffs, but gets shocked again. She throws the nail and screams in frustration and irritation of being stuck. 

She hears a mischievous laugh come from across the room. She looks ahead and sees a dark haired boy wearing a long, green jacket and a sadistic smirk in the cell across from her. 

"What are you laughing at?" She asks annoyed as she sits on her knees.

"Oh nothing," he laughs again. "Just truly entertained by your stupidity really. I haven't seen anything this entertaining in a long time." He continues. 

"What the hell are you talking about?" She gets increasingly annoyed. 

"Those cuffs you have on? They're the brainchild of Whittmore Industries. They prevent any powers from being used and are completely impenetrable… you're not goin' anywhere, Sweetheart." He answered slyly, picking up his head so she can look into his deep brown eyes. 

Just as she is about to ask him how he knew all this, the metal door in the room rises open automatically, and in steps, two tall men. One has stubble and thick dark eyebrows wearing a leather jacket and jeans. The other is significantly taller and younger looking and has curly, light brown hair and is wearing a scarf. They come up to Raven's cell and eyebrows guy punches in some numbers on a number pad. The plexiglass window slides to the side automatically. Eyebrows signals to her with two fingers to step forward. Raven, though weary, complies. 

"Out that door." Scarf boy points to the door they just came in from. 

She walks forward down a dark corridor, being guided by the two men who let her out of the cell. How am I gonna get outta this one? She thinks as she has a second nail from the chair hidden in her sleeve.

They suddenly make a turn. Scarf boy places his hand on a digital palm reader and another automatic metal door opens. Leading to what looks like a meeting room. It has a long, sleek, glass table with 12 sleek, black chairs aligning it and a small area with burgundy counters and a see through fridge with some black couches around a glass coffee table. Eyebrows grabs a chair and places it behind Raven as Scarf makes her sit down. An elevator dings and in comes nine other people. All superheroes by the looks of it. One she immediately recognizes. Spider-Man.

One of them walks up to her. Captain America. She knew who he was. She'd seen him on the news, along with his friends. He takes off his helmet and sets the helmet and shield on the table next to him. 

"Derek, Isaac, I got it from here." He motions them to back off, which they comply to as he speaks. He looks really young. Maybe 16 or 17. He smiles at her. His jaw is crooked, but his smile is bright. He quickly looks down at her hands then looks back at her with a friendly smile.

"It's a safety precaution." He reassures. 

"You think I'm that dangerous?" She scoffs

"Not our safety… Your safety." Answers some guy in a power suit. She recognizes him too… Jackson. Fucking. Whittmore…  Richest douchebag Beacon Hills had to offer.

"Right," she scoffs again, adjusting her position to a more comfortable, laid back one with a smirk on her face. "Like you all could really stop me from leaving." She continues.

"If it's so easy for you to leave, then break out of the cuffs." Jackson snapped back. Her smirk gets wiped away instantly."Go on, do it. Right now, show us all how big and bad you are." He continues, crossing his arms and leaning up against the wall. 

"Enough, Whittmore!" Captain America called out with a tone of authority. 

Jackson stopped talking, but Raven stayed in her relaxed position. He turned back to her.

"I apologize for… him. He doesn't do well with guests." He puts his hand out for a handshake.

"I'm Scott McCall. You might know me as Captain America. Pleased to meet you Miss…" he trails off questionably, waiting for her to introduce herself.

"Hood. Just call me Hood, okay?" She answers back almost sharp. "I don't like people knowing my real name." She continues. She doesn't shake back.

"Okay, Hood it is." He replies cheerfully, forgetting about the handshake. 

"Would you mind explaining to me what the hell I'm doing here? And who was that guy in the cell across from me? Am I under arrest or something?" She asks in rapid fire. 

A girl with a bow and arrows on her back walks up next to Scott, arms crossed. "We will answer all your questions later, but you're here, because we've been watching you. We think you could be beneficial to our team."

"Yeah? And could I be beneficial?" Raven asks, using air quotes on the last word. 

"You have abilities that can help us on stealth missions. When we need to spy. When we need to be somewhere in seconds." The girl answers. 

Raven nods her head. Her mouth turned down, she looks down then back up to the girl. "Mhm… so you want me to be your mole?" 

The girl and Scott look at each other. Before any of them can say anything, Raven speaks up. "Look, I don't know what any of you thought I'd say, but after what I just went through, I absolutely, will not, be helping you, or anyone for that matter." She stands up and clears her throat. "So, good day, Avengers." She turns and walks away to the door, but stops right in front of it, turning her head slightly to the side so she can see through her peripheral vision.

"By the way, who was it that hit me in the alley?" She asks calmly. 

"That would be Allison, here." Scott answers, pointing to the girl next to him with his thumb. 

Raven nods. Then turns and throws the handcuffs and hits Allison directly in the forehead, zapping her and knocking her to the ground so quickly, nobody knows what just happened. Derek lunges at her with a fearsome roar and metal claws out, but she's not phased. She, in fact, phases through him, making him fall face first. Isaac runs towards her in a blur, but she blends with the shadow of the room, throwing him off. As he looks around for her, suddenly, she grabs the back of his cardigan and pulls it over his head, making him flip and fall flat on his back while she snatches his scarf. 

Scott comes at her, shield in hand. He charges at her, but she jumps and bounces off of it with a backflip and kicks Allison in the face before she can get back up and uses the scarf to wrap it around Scott's hand when he throws a punch. She takes it and flips him over her shoulder. Jackson runs towards her, armoring up, but she throws the chair she was once sitting in at him and takes his feet out from under him, falling on his face, then she charges at the rest of the group. 

She stops in front of the last five. A tall man with dark brown hair who looks slightly older than the rest, cracks his neck and yells "Flame on!" He bursts into flames as a tall, thin girl with short brown hair hits her fists together and they flame as well. A shorter boy with brown hair and piercing blue eyes starts to grow bigger and greener and roars loudly as his shirt starts to rip off his body. A girl with long, strawberry blonde hair moves her hands in some weird motions and things start glowing red and floating around her. Raven looks at them and raises an eyebrow with a smirk on her face. 

"This is gonna be fun." She remarks as she cracks her knuckles and smirks. Hulk came charging first. He goes to grab her, but she grabs his wrist and swings herself on it and jumps on his back, making it difficult for him to grab her. As she's climbing his back, Human Torch blasted flames at her, she made Hulk turn and get hit in the face with the flames. Hulk falls to his knees as he holds his face. Captain Marvel comes at Raven, but Raven kicks her in the face so hard, she goes flying back, hitting Scarlet Witch and knocking her down, making her lose her concentration. She flips off of Hulk's back, knocking him to the ground, spins in the air and lands on one knee.

She looks up and sees a familiar face. Spider-Man. He's ready to throw down, but she's ready to let him down easy. Something about him made her not want to fight him. He shoots a web at her, but she teleports behind him, but not before getting a good grip of the web. She had the web in her hand and wraps it around him, making him fall onto his butt. She teleports in front of him. 

"Sorry Spidey boy, but this initiation was never gonna work out. I like to fly solo." she remarks with a smirk. 

Before he can say anything, a fog of smoke flashes before him, and she's gone. He uses all his strength to break from his own webs as everyone else gets up, rubbing their heads or nursing an aching joint. 

"Impenetrable cuffs, huh?" Spider-Man asks sarcastically as he looks at Jackson, who shoots him a dirty look as he rubs his head.

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Aesthetics pt.1

Alexis McCall, Stiles Stillinski, Adelaide Stillinski, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Jordan parrish

[creative-universe]

Jordan Parrish imagine

A/N: Hey guys! No, I haven’t forgotten about you but life got crazy between college and work (yes, I got a job too now) and I have less and less time to write, but I’m still doing my best, which is why I’m posting this small section of my upcoming imagine, I can’t give you any date yet because it’s still a work in progress, but know I’m really trying to write new things and post it. In the meantime, here’s one scene from my very first Jordan Parrish imagine. Please comment, tell me what you think of it, and enjoy. Love you all ! ;)

The Hellhound: Between Heaven and Hell (Jordan Parrish imagine)

« I’m not here to fight, Jordan » She whispered.

« Good, because I’m not gonna change my mind »

She sighed, leaning on his desk. She knew it was useless to push him. He had always been like that with her, cold, distancing himself from the undeniable attraction between them. He was the kindest and most reliable person she had met, but with her, every of his emotions were masked, trapped under a fear he could not voice out loud.

« Can I ask you something ? » She said. « … Something personal »

« Go ahead »

He crossed his arms, waiting for her to speak.

« I know I’m not the only one feeling whatever it is there is between us … »

« Y/N … » He tried to cut her, to stop the words before they become too real.

« … I’m falling for you, Jordan. That’s no secret for anyone, even for you. »

He didn’t dare to look at her, he knew he wouldn’t like what he’d find. She was tired, tormented by invisible emotions she could no longer control. She was conflicted, she knew coming to him would unquestionably hurt, it was either confessing their forbidden feelings, or stay away in pain.

« You shouldn’t say that. We shouldn’t be talking about that » He muttered.

« I’m not going to leave this room until we do »

« Y/N … it’s … it’s complicated, you know that »

« Then uncomplicated it! » She raised her voice.

He pursed his lips.

« I … » He began.

« Nobody can hear you, Jordan, so stop being so cautious and say what you have to say ! »

« … I can’t » He whispered.

« Why ? I’m eighteen, so what’s the matter, deputy ? I’m not breaking any of your precious law, and neither are you! » She got angry, spitting her words with venom.

« Y/N … » He warned her.

She walked to him, hopelessly trying make him say anything at this point. The frustration floated around them. He was scarred of feeling, she, of waiting in vain for her heart to break.

« Is it why you don’t want to get involved ? » She pushed him, desperate to get a reaction from him « Because of judgment ? Because even the slightest part of you reciprocate my feelings ? »

« Slightest ? » He repeated, suddenly animated by a passion he tried so hard to ignore. « Is that what you think ? That only a slightest part of me might think of you as more than a friend ? »

« I don’t know what I think, Jordan ! » She shouted. « How could I know when all you do is to avoid me like the plague! »

He didn’t answer, it was useless. He knew she was right.

« Make up your mind and stop playing with my feelings » She continued.

« I’m not playing, Y/N » He vehemently answered. « I could never do anything to hurt you »

« Too late for that » She spitted.

She felt somehow satisfied yet disturbed when she saw the sadness in his eyes. He tried to make a move, to reach for her hand, a simple touch that would bring them closer, closer than they’ve ever been. He wanted her to see, just for a second, how much he cared, how deeply her pain was affecting him.

« You deserve more than I can offer » He dropped his head, his sincerity shaking her to the core.

« I never asked for more, Jordan »

He sighed, brushing his hand against her cheek. She closed her eyes, savoring their proximity while it lasted.

« You have no idea how hard it is to stay away from you » He murmured.

« Then don’t… »

« I wish it’d be that easy »

« I wish you’d care enough for it to be easy »

He didn’t dare to tell her just how wrong she was, didn’t dare to admit he would die to protect her if he had to. He stood there, silent, the words on the tip on his mouth as she grabbed her bag and slammed the door.

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[marrishzone]

so if anybody’s still around here shipping the purest ship, feel free to throw prompts my way! Or tell me which of my incomplete fics you’d like me to finish. I’ve started writing again (mostly just writing for one of my OCs) and would love to get back to writing marrish fics and continue old ones! 

I’ll throw my ao3 link in my bio just in case anyone needs it! ♥️

[desereawhitlock]

He is fire, She is ice.

One glimpse of him ignites her stone cold eyes.

The heat of his body melts the frozen parts of her heart,

She walks through the flames just to feel his warmth.

Jordan Parrish x OC

Season 4

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