#mason is Tired liam let him Rest

[allisonjamaica]

[elisastales]

Last line tag game

Tagged by @hemlocksandfoxgloves 

RULES: Share the last line you wrote for your WIP, and then tag as many people as there are words.

Ok, so, I have like 10 docs open for just one WIP cause I can’t for dear life write in chronological order, I jump from one thing to another, so I’m putting something from all of my docs, but I’m using like the last paragraph because it wouldn’t make any sense otherwise. (I just don’t like following rules apparently lol)

This all is for “Porcelain”

“You don’t need to-”

“Shut up, Theo” Liam breathed, he had been divided into punching Theo repeatedly and wanting to cradle him and tell him it was ok, he was safe. He hated both impulses, and keeping them at bay had proved being stupidly hard. Him talking and looking remorseful didn’t help at all. 

Also...

The way to the hospital where they would drop him off was quiet, he could pick up on that even with the loud music blasting his ears, so he zooned out the best he could without letting his mind go to dark places that would only make him more upset.

This too...

He did it. He was Clark Kent.

Liam hooked an arm around Mason and rested his head on his chest. Mason was safe. He was home. He was family, and Liam realized that Mason didn't have to worry about him in the same way he had in the past. He was stronger. He was capable.

And lastly...

His head pounded, hard. He had to sleep, to stop thinking and rest. Maybe everything was just the effect of his tired brain. 

Jus one more ok?

The next time Mason went to check on him, he was still asleep, his head dangling on the side of the seat in an uncomfortable position and one of his feet pressed against the window. He didn't look exactly peaceful, but was sleeping, nightmare-less, and that was something.

And that’s it, finally! I’m sorry for doing so much, I guess my own writing makes me happy?

I’ll tag @babygiriraeken @ash-mcj @ksbbb no pressure!

[ksbbb]

playfully biting someone-thiam

How is someone able to sleep through an entire thunderstorm, appear dead to the world, and still be able to steal every blanket on the entire bed?

Liam did try to steal the blankets back, but Theo didn’t budge and continued to hold the blankets firmly underneath him. He feels bad about waking him, but it’s freezing and Theo wasn’t supposed to even sleep in the bed with him in the first place. Somehow please come stay the night so you don’t freeze, turned into Theo hogging all the blankets, and trying to shove him onto the floor. He almost did sleep on the floor. Only so he could get some sleep tonight, but the hard wooden floor isn’t comfortable at all.

Liam sighs and attempts to shake Theo again, harder this time in hopes of waking him, but he only grumbles something and turns away from him. He didn’t think Theo was this deep of a sleeper and as nice as it is to allow the chimera to finally rest, if he doesn’t get some sleep he’s going to not be able to function in the morning. An angry Liam is not a fun Liam. Or that’s what Mason claims, but Theo always says otherwise.

He pulls the pillow from underneath Theo’s head, careful not to pull too hard, but just enough to stir him from his sleep, and he reaches for the blankets. As Liam reaches for the blankets Theo opens his eyes, and narrows them at him. Maybe it’s some form of revenge for waking him, or maybe Theo just likes to toy with him, but he pulls back hard on the blankets, causing Liam to stumble forward and slam right into Theo.

“Get off.” Theo complains, his elbow jabbing into his ribs, and making Liam yelp. He fails his arms to try to move away from Theo but grab his sheets at the same time, but Theo won’t let go.

“Ouch.” Liam growls, finally shoving Theo off the bed and onto the floor. He smirks down at Theo, who actually looks quite tired, and he would feel bad, if it wasn’t for the fact Theo propels his body at Liam and forces him to hit the floor on the other side of the bed.

It’s probably at this point that Liam should be thinking about his parents and what they might be thinking if they wake up to loud banging in the middle of the night, but he has a one track mind at the moment, and Theo is getting on his nerves.

Theo peers over the bed, smiling fondly at Liam, and he wants to wipe that arrogant look off his face, and also kiss it at the same time. He’s not sure what’s more frustrating, but in an attempt to get the upper hand he does the only thing he can think of. Liam jumps back on the bed, shoving Theo to the side and pinning him down.

It’s the look of triumph on Theo’s face that confuses him. Only for a moment, but it’s in that time that Theo leans in and playfully bites Liam on the neck. It’s not hard. It’s almost gentle, and it causes him to freeze and his neck to redden as he remains unmoving. His breathing slows down as he watches Theo stare up at him, still smirking, but more relaxed this time. Liam wishes he could be as relaxed, but he’s thrown off, and the blankets are now thrown to the side of the room. Almost forgotten as his mind malfunctions at the thought of Theo and his teeth biting his skin.

He’s warm, and the heat underneath his skin is threatening to boil over. It’s threatening to consume him and create a fire deep inside of him. It’s with one angry huff he does the only thing he can think of in this moment.

He kisses Theo.

It’s soft, slow, and somehow it’s makes him even warmer. The heat clutches at his skin as Theo warms his entire being, and the scent of the fall air traveling through the window makes him shiver. The shiver travels down his spine, to his toes, and over his skin.

Theo leans over to place the blankets over them. It’s with a soft sigh he settles underneath the covers. Liam’s slightly less frustrated.

[mountswhore]

Hey girl, me again 🥺I’ve had this idea in my head for ages 🤔 based off the song ‘Polaroid’ by Liam Payne Mason Mount on holiday with the boys in Mykonos, him and the boys befriend a small group (reader and friends) bassically a holiday fling between reader and Mason but he never actually gets her name or anything just a few ‘Polaroid’ pictures of them both, few months later he’s been trying to find her but can’t and the lads convince him to post it on Instagram with the caption “Instagram do your thing” after a while he notices numerous different people (her friends) tagging the reader in it and turns out it’s her and sends her a message. Thankyou sweet cheeks 😎💙

aaahh bestie this is such a good idea

𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 — mason mount

summary: mason can’t find the girl he had a fling with last summer, so he takes to the internet to find you.

notes: my requests are open, ask away!

for @yourmypurpose

Winning the Champions League was supposed to be a feeling like no other, a feeling that you’d remember for the rest of your life. But Mason felt deflated, he felt like the world was closing in on him and he could do nothing but watch it happen. Even his friends noticed his awful mood, they’d gone from watching him run around the pitch with the trophy, with a smile nobody could take away from him, to this; a man not wanting to leave his bedroom, let alone his house. His career was the only thing he was doing well in, his girlfriend left him, he would just train, come home to an empty house, sleep, and repeat. It wasn’t a life worth living.

“It’ll be fun,” Declan pleaded, following his best friend into his living room, “it’ll be the perfect chance to get away from everything, from work, from the UK, from your ex.” He spoke the last part quietly, yet Mason still heard and shot his friend a glare as he sat on the couch.

“I’ll think about it.” Mason mumbled, reaching for his PlayStation controller and turning his console on. Declan was trying to get Mason to come to Mykonos with a few of the Chelsea boys, as a celebratory vacation after winning the Champions League. But he wasn’t budging.

“You say that, but you never do. Come on, if it doesn’t lift your mood, you can take the next flight home.” Declan was trying to reason with his friend, to do anything in order to get this man out of his sweatpants and into some swim shorts. This holiday was all Mason needed to get back into his rhythm, to realise you don’t need a girlfriend to be the best version of yourself, to realise he was Mason fucking Mount.

The look on Mason’s face was completely readable, a smile appearing on Declan’s face. Declan jumped onto his friend, cheering and shaking him vigorously. “You won’t regret this, we’re gonna have so much fun.”

Mason found himself in his plane seat, earphones on, and on the way to Mykonos. Greece had always been one of his dream destinations, it was one of the places he’d planned on going to with his ex. Shaking his thoughts from his head, he’d drowned himself in the music. Waiting for the next three hours to be over.

The villa was lovely, the view from his room was even better. He felt himself smile just a little, hopeful for this holiday. He’d spent the first day enjoying the food of Greece, visiting the beach, taking in the place he was staying. Every time the negative thoughts would try to push in, memories of his previous vacations with his ex, he shut it down. He forced a smile and laughed with his friends, hoping they didn’t see through this façade.

It was tiring. Getting back from a busy day and then being told there was a club in town. Having to force that smile back onto his face once more. He still dressed appropriately for the night ahead, pre-gaming with his friends before heading out to this club. It was only 8pm and it was packed, the place had an outside terrace, which didn’t seem so crowded.

Drink after drink, rounds of shots, drinking games with his friends and a few randomers. It was wild. Mason was finally beginning to let go of it all; his negative thoughts weren’t affecting him right now. It was pure bliss.

“Mase,” Declan called out, gesturing to him on the other side of the bar, “wanna play beer pong? These guys need another group.” Mason just nodded along, looking over to the group he was referring to. It was a group of four, just like them, but he’d locked eyes with you for the first time.

Throughout the game, you constantly had a smile stuck to your face, brighter than anything he’d seen before. It was the infectious type of smile, one that spread to his face too. The drinks had done a number on his movement, almost stumbling to the terrace, where only a few people sat. He took in the cool air, resting his head back onto the wall behind him.

“You good?” You questioned, sitting beside him and placing a hand on his shoulder. He quickly opened his eyes, turning his head to face you. There you were again.

“I’ve had a lot to drink,” Mason mumbled, breathing heavier than usual, “your twin looks so much like you.” You just laughed, understanding how much he’d had to drink. You had also had a lot to drink, but clearly Mason didn’t handle alcohol well.

“Here,” you instructed, holding his hand out for him and placing a cup into his hand, “it’s water, drink it.” You watched as he did so, downing it rather quickly and slamming it onto the table beside him. “Do you remember your name?”

“Yes, it’s Mount. Mason Mount.”

“Well, Mount, Mason Mount, do you remember where you’re staying? I think it might be an idea to get you home.” You spoke, the cool air sobering you up almost entirely. Mason’s head was getting droopy, you’d seen this all before, he was inches away from snoozing on your shoulder. You just giggled at him and stood up, grabbing both of his hands and pulling him up.

“We walked here from our villa, it’s a silly looking one. One with the pool shaped like a love heart.” You hummed, not knowing which one exactly, so his information rendered useless. He was leaning against you as you both walked back into the club, spotting his friends again.

“Hey, he’s had a lot to drink. I was going to walk him home but the only thing he said about the villa was that the pool was heart-shaped.” You laughed to his friend, who you’d learnt was called Ben. Mason was looking around the club, the multi-colored lights making his eyes squint in pain. This was the beginning of his hangover, he knew it was only going to get worse from here.

Ben had been kind enough to give you the villa address, and a key, so you made your way to the location. It was weird how trusting they were, for all they knew, you could be a psycho thief. You’d gotten to the villa, after an awful walk up the hill, and placed him on the couch. You didn’t even want to look at their stairs, let alone take Mason up them.

“I’ll stay here until your friends get back,” you spoke quietly, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and laying it over the half-asleep Mason, “night, Mason.”

“You never said your name.” He stated, craning his head to look at you as you sat on the opposite couch.

“Y/N.”

Declan had gotten back, wanting to arrange another outing together, a bit less boozy than a club. And here you were, on your way to spend the day on a boat. You’d brought your polaroid camera with you, hoping to get some nice pictures with your friends before you go home in a few days.

“You’re back.” You spoke, sitting beside Mason as the boat started to move. He smiled at you, handing you a flute of a sparkly liquid, which you’d taken without complaining. “Having fun so far?”

“Yeah, I’m glad I’m seeing you again. I don’t really remember much from last night apart from your face.” He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. You blushed, hiding it with your hands and reaching for your camera.

“What do you say to a picture? To remember this moment.” You suggested, holding the camera up at the two of you. Mason’s arm slid around your shoulders, pulling you in closer with a smirk on his face. You just smiled your usual, bright smile, and let the photo develop.

The day was spent enjoying the view, jumping off the boat multiple times, finally making your way back to the docks when the sun began to set. Everyone was sitting on the front of the boat, taking in the last few hours of the sun on their skin, whilst you and Mason were at the back together. Away from the sun, completely alone. You laid beside him, your eyes shifting to look at him every few seconds.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He retorted, poking his tongue out at you as you laughed, shoving his leg slightly.

“Oh, I already have.” You replied wittily, holding the polaroid up to show him. It was quite a creative picture, actually. His skin was tanned, muscles perky, the sun hitting him in all the right places. He was very handsome, you could only imagine the job he had back home.

“Hey, give that,” Mason chuckled, reaching for the polaroid but you’d held it away from him. He leant over to you, hand out to grab it, but you’d both been focused on something else. How close your lips were. You could feel the other’s breathe, it was straight out of a movie the way Mason grabbed your waist and closed the gap between the two of you. He was pulling you down with him, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. This was an Oscar-worthy kiss.

You knew you wouldn’t see these boys again, as you didn’t have long before you returned back to the UK. So, as you were grabbing your things, you’d flicked through the polaroid's from today, finding the one of you and Mason.

“Here,” you spoke, holding the polaroid out for him to take, “I thought you’d like it. And it’s a way of remembering your time here, and the most gorgeous girl you’ve ever laid eyes on.” You joked, but Mason really felt that way. You were the most gorgeous girl he’d laid eyes on. He came on this holiday thinking it would depress him even more, but he found fun in you.

“Trust me, I won’t forget a face like that.” He replied, placing the polaroid into his wallet and smiling. “See you,” he whispered against your neck as you hugged, one last time, “someday.”

It had been two months since he’d returned from holiday, back to work, but more importantly, back to his old self. He enjoyed going to work, coming home, and spending time with his friends. He saw beauty in his mundane life again. But he missed you. He never thought he’d miss a two day fling with a random girl on holiday, it wasn’t even a fling, The pair of you hadn’t hooked up, only shared a kiss. But it was a good kiss, an unforgettable kiss.

“Have you searched her name up?” Declan asked, relaxing into the corner of Mason’s couch, rolling his eyes as Mason opened his wallet up for the fifteenth time that day. The boys were round for their frequent game day, a day Mason looked forward to.

Mason shook his head, slightly embarrassed to have forgotten your name, in his defense, he was out-of-this-world drunk. “I don’t remember it, I was hammered. Plus, I’m sure there’s at least a thousand people in this country who share her name.”

“Post the picture on Instagram, people always find people on there, it’s creepy.” Ben added, laughing at the end of his statement. It was a good idea, but was he ready to put it out there that he’d moved on, only for his ex to be mentioned in his comments again? Were you worth all of those nasty comments?

He’d posted the polaroid that evening, with the caption:

‘Instagram, do your thing.’

You had received a call from your brother, just as you were heading up to bed. Strange, you thought, your brother only called if he had some ridiculous news. You’d answered it, sitting on your stairs as he spoke.

“Did you meet anyone on holiday?” He questioned, your mind instantly flicking back to your memories with that man. The kiss on the boat, the horrible walk up the hill, the fighting over a polaroid.

“Why’s that your business?” You questioned, running up your stairs and grabbing the polaroid's from your bedside table and flicking through them.

“It’s my business when I’m scrolling through Instagram, only to find a Chelsea player has posted a picture of you and him.” He mentioned, voice raising in disbelief as he finished his sentence. You furrowed your brows, Chelsea player?

“Chelsea player? Chelsea, as in the football team you follow?” You wondered, opening Instagram to find this man’s account. You’d forgotten his name, curse your horrible memory. “What’s his name again?”

“Mason Mount,” he recalled, and you were kicking yourself for not remembering his silly James Bond introduction. Finding his account, you’d seen his recent post. It was your polaroid. The one you’d given him the last time you’d seen each other, he was looking for you. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, scrolling the comments and seeing everyone compliment you. How did you manage to run into this man and not remember his face? Or his name? The amount of times your family had mentioned how A1 he was on the pitch, how happy they were when Chelsea had won the Champions League.

“That’s not me,” you lied to your brother, knowing there was no way of escaping this now, everyone you knew would be able to tell it was you.

“Don’t bullshit me, Y/N,” he laughed on the other end of the phone, as you were frantically shoving the polaroid's back into your drawer, “I don’t know anyone else who uses a polaroid camera.”

“Should I text him?”

“You’d be an idiot not to.”

After ending the call with your brother, you sat in Mason Mount’s inbox for over an hour, unable to send him a message. Was there a right thing to say? Was ‘hi’ not enough for the man you’d left a mark on? Throwing away all of your conflicting thoughts, you sighed and just sent the word, ‘hey’. It didn’t take long for him to get back to you, so over the moon that he’d found you.

Mason: I can’t believe it worked, I actually found you.

Turns out my brother follows you and saw the picture, small world?

Mason: Chelsea fan, huh?

Guess so.

Your conversation lasted until the early hours of the morning, you promising Mason a proper date when you were both free. He had training the next day, but how could he sleep when he now knew you. He now had your Instagram, so he could talk to you, instead of staring at the polaroid in his wallet a million times a day.

[mona-stay]

Secrets part 2 - Peter Hale

Pairing reader x Peter Hale

Warnings, violence, jealously, angst, slow burn, flitty Peter

You take a long breath, thinking that question yourself. After today, Theo’s attitude all you wanted to do was get your stuff and leave. But where would you go. “honestly I’m not sure. I’m gonna see coach use my hand to get out of work. While Theo still here get my stuff and go. The rest I’ll work out later” you say hopeful.

 

“you know you can always come to me if your stuck, we’re still your friends y/n just because Theo was your boyfriend didn’t mean anything changed with us. Yes Stiles was upset but he got over it” she laughed. Giving you a hug. You’d forgotten how forgiving the Mc'Call pack was.

 

Once your hand was strapped up, you both left. “If your free later where all going to Derek’s your more than welcome to come” she offers. You tell her you’ll think about it before going back to work.

 

Coach Finstock took one look at your hand rolling his eyes. “what happened?” he asked.

 

“fight with my ex”  you say watching him laugh. “look any chance I can rest if the day off, we don’t have any practices today and with this hand I won’t be as useful as normal” you ask. To your surprise he agrees and tells you to be in early tomorrow.

 

You got your bag and started walking to the home you shared with Theo. Feeling dread as you turned the key in the door, taking a deep breath you push the door open to get it over with. You try and ignore the memories you both made in this house.

 

Walking in the living room you let the tears fall looking at a photo of you both together. You flip the picture down laying face down. It was over, now you had to do what you came to do, pack up and leave.

 

You started grabbing your stuff from the room, jumping when you hear a voice behind you. “come crawling back” Tracey said with disgust.

 

“No, but after the way Theo begged me to come back today I could if I wanted to” you sass back wanting to know what she was doing here. You had told in a laugh at the look of hate on her face and the stutter nothing.

 

You walk past her to get some of your other things. She turns watching you, you can tell she’s trying to think of a way to get to you. “If he’s so into you, why was he with ME , chose to come to ME have ME bouncing on his cock and not you!” she said smug, each time she said the word me she took a step closer, trying to look intimating.

 

This time you let your held laugh. “oh really, I saw the way he throw you off him. Let me guess the second he walked back after chasing me, he told you to get dressed and get out. Your here now because he’s avoided you and hoping to try and worm your way back in” you tell her.

 

She looks at you with a blank open mouth expression. The realisation hit you “oh my god I’m right, aren’t I.” You laugh.

 

“no” she tries to lie but it’s too late you both know Theo dropped her like she meant nothing.

 

You don’t what came over you, maybe months of feeling the chimera trying to be better than you, pushing you. “what do you think would happen if Theo came home now I told him I was willing to forgive him if he kicks you out if his pack, who do you think he’ll chose, the quick shag he pushed away, or the girlfriend he ran after, cried and begged to take him back?” you couldn’t hide the joy in your face “I think we both know who he would pick”

 

Tracy looked at you for a second, you tried to read the look in her eyes but they were blank. That was until she launched at you. Groaning in pain as the both of you crashed though the coffee table. She held you pinned under her body, and punches you in the face. Dazed and sore everything was a fast blur, you grab the nearest thing a fallen lamp hitting her in the head with it. The rest of the fight was a mix of you both kicking and hitting each other.

 

It was Theo and Cory running through the door that stopped you both. They drag you apart Theo’s voice streaming stop and what’s going on. “ask your little slut, she attacked me”  you yell, holding your face where it hurt.

 

“y/n please, she meant nothing to me” he says moving closer to you. Tracey growling from the corner Cory had her pinned in.

 

You looked at Theo ready to test his loyalty, “really if she means nothing, get rid of her!” you say. A small pause made you fold your arms waiting for his answer.

 

“baby please, she’s nothing just a pack member, I need all the numbers I can get” he tired to plead with you.

 

“I can’t look at you both together without seeing you together so make a choice Theo or I’ll make it for you!” you demand. When he didn’t answer, just mumbles a baby please don’t, you look at him heartbroken “fine!” you say walking upstairs to pack your bag.

 

When you come down Tracy and Cory had gone but you could still see them outside. “y/n don’t go, please you can’t ask me to choose between my pack and you” he pleads. You look trying to find any real emotion in his eyes.

 

“I loved you Theo, I gave up moving abroad with my sister, my friends here. All for you and you can’t give up one pack member for me, you’d never give up your power for me. I know that now, you say you love me but you’ll always love power more. Goodbye Theo, I hope you find what your looking for” you say holding in your tears as you place a final goodbye kiss on his check, walking out with your suitcase before he can stop you.

You drove to the edge of beacon hills preserve, parking the car sitting on the bonnet, finally letting all the held in emotions out. Lost in your own thoughts, was leaving a good idea, should you have given him a second chance or where do you go next. You wasn’t sure how long you’d sat there for, it wasn’t until you notice it was starting to go dark and cold you moved.

 

You thought about Lydia knowing Derek’s wasn’t far away, turning on your engine you decide to go. Outside you looked up at the windows debating whether to go in or call first. Lydia my have invited you but what about the others. Before you had a chance to call, a know on the window spooked you.

 

Peter stood there smiling at you, motioning for you to unlock the door. “well isn’t this a nice surprise seeing you here, I heard you may show up if you left Theo for good”  he says happily getting in the car. You didn’t say anything, when he looks at you his eyes scans your face. “he didn’t that to you did he?” he asks.

 

You shake your head no, “Tracy is responsible for the face n ribs, Theo is only guilty of having a hard head” you say holding up your strapped up wrist.

 

Peter laughed “I heard you gave him one hell of a punch, stiles seems to think if Theo were human you’d of knocked him out” he says with a tone of awe.

 

“thanks I think” you laugh “it felt great at the time, if I’m gonna be honest. Now though part of me regrets it, my hand is killing” you joke.

 

“so you coming up?” he asks about to get out. Your hesitant not sure if your willing to go or not.

 

“I’m not sure, I don’t know if anyone really wants me there, I was really hoping to catch Lydia, she offered me a place to stay, maybe I can till I sort out where I’m gonna go” you say low

 

“I’m hurt sweetheart” he says, placing his hands on his chest “you already have my guest room, I guess you really don’t wanna stay with me” he adds with a fake pout. “just joking but my offer is always there, now come on up, I want you there too maybe you can what ever Si-Fi movie Stiles chooses more bearable” you can’t tell if he’s joking or not at the last part.

 

“okay” you agree, taking one last look in the mirror wiping any make up lines from crying. Peter opened your door, holding out his hand for you. Taking it you step out the car locking it and head to the loft.

 

Inside everyone seemed happy to see you, even Derek gave you a hug saying he’d missed you. You smile catching the small snarl from Peter. Even Stiles wasn’t harsh with you the most sarcastic thing he said was “glad to see you’ve now seen him for what he is”

 

You spent the next hour chilling with the group, stiles put star wars on party annoyed when someone would start talking. Your eyes often drifting to Peter, each time you did his would already be on you. He would pull a face or roll his eyes in a way for just you to see.

 

“y/n, I probably shouldn’t bring this up like this but, have you got somewhere to go tonight or do you wanna stay with me” Lydia asked.

 

You flash a quick look to Peter who’s now paying attention waiting to hear your answer. Wishing your would go home with him.  You smile at Lydia “thanks your too kind but a friend has offered me their guest room for a bit” you say. Not missing the dark and sexy smile Peter gives.

 

After another hour, the movie ended. Scott and Derek were talking about training both not paying attention it had finished. Stiles asks Malia on her opinion of the film, Lydia and Peter both laughing when she asks what it was about still not understanding why he likes it. You noticed Mason and Liam had switched off, trying to talk quite but every now and then you hear Cory and Theo’s names mentioned. Peter comes and stands behind you whispering into your ear “I’m ready to go, you can stay longer if you want”

 

You smile up at him saying to give you a few minutes you’d be ready, you had one thing you needed to do first. Peter nods and heads out the flat. While you walk over to Mason and Liam.

 

“look I know this isn’t my place and I couldn’t help overhearing you before about Cory” you start. Masons shoulders sink as Liam looks defensive by the name. “yes Cory is in Theo’s pack but anything he feels for you is real. And you can trust anything you do or say around him won’t be told.”

 

Liam doesn’t agree “we caught him sneaking around, working for Theo” his smirk begging you for an excuse.

 

You shake your head, “no actually, Theo threatened Cory into spying but when Cory refused to say anything useful he was ordered to do it again but by this point I think Cory had feeling for Mason and told Theo he wouldn’t use Mason for information. It was the first and only time that boy stood up to Theo and that was for him.” You tell Liam.

 

Looking at Mason “it’s up to you but if you like him, go for it. It’s only fear keeping Cory with Theo, remember that” you tell him. Saying bye to the rest of the group you walk out the door catching up with Peter.

 

You follow Peter the short drive to his penthouse, parking next to his Shelby. Peter took your bag carrying it for you. Once inside he let you get settled as he started to cook. Maybe staying here wouldn’t be so bad you thought.

 

It had been two weeks since you moved in and Peter was struggling getting to the stage he couldn’t cope any more. It wasn’t that you were a bat house guest, in fact you were the opposite, you helped cook clean and even picked up shopping. His problem was his own feelings.

 

He couldn’t deal with the way you would walk around in shorts and a vest tops, showing off your legs and cleavage. The easy flirting you both shared, looks smiles winks. The way you would say something suggestive making him ask if you meant it or not. The late night drinks where your fall asleep on his lap and he’d carry you to bed. Most of all he hated putting you in a different bed from his. It wouldn’t have been so bad to just watch you keep telling himself it would never happen but after that kiss last week it’s all he wanted now and had it in his grasp. He hated being a good guy.

 

This morning was no different, Peter walked out of the bathroom wearing just his sweatpants towel drying his damp hair. Something that started driving you crazy, it was hard to tare your eyes from his toned abs.

 

Peter watches as you dance around the kitchen making breakfast. His eyes trail your body loving and hating the coaches outfit you wore. Something about your knee high socks and shorts set his imagination wild. “morning” he says making you turn to look at him. He could help but smirk when he see you eye him up biting your lips as your eyes trail down his chest.

 

“hey” you say “Pancakes?” you offer as you sliding the one you just cooked onto a pile of others. Peter nods coming over to sit by you.  “Are you coming to the game today?” you ask him. It was the first game of the lacrosse session and your first as assistant coach.

 

Peter looked amused “really you think I’d go to a high school sports game, it’s not even basketball. Its much better” he jokes. You knew it was a long shot but maybe with it being a big game for you he might of came. “however maybe I could be persuaded” he adds, with that smirk that makes you weak.

 

Smiling you slide off your stool, coming behind him wrapping your arms around his neck. Letting your fingers brush his chest hair. Moving closer your lips almost touching his ear “well if you do come, maybe I can find a way to show my thanks later” you try to sound seductive.

 

The small growl from Peters chest makes you laugh, you wanted to tease him as much as he did to you. Moving back you let your nose lightly brush against his ear. Once back in your seat “maybe you can tell me your favourite meal ill make it for you” you laughed.

 

Peter was going insane, was she doing this on purpose or if she even knew what she was doing. He shook his head, “such a tease, y/n, I should punish you” he said. Unlike y/n Peter knew what his words did to her and if you want to play games he could too. “do you need to be punished sweetheart”  he asked.

 

You bit your lip hoping he was going to come over and spank your ass, do something to end this unspoken game you both played. You keep eye contact with him as he comes closer, arching an eyebrow waiting for an answer. “you wouldn’t punish me Peter, no matter how naughty I am” you say dragging out punish and naughty.

 

Peter leaned down hovering his lips over yours, his eyes flicked from your eyes to lips and back again. You felt yourself shift in your seat about to move forward to kiss him. Peters smirk changed, his arm reaches around you stealing the last piece of bacon from your plate, putting in his mouth. Giving a laugh as he eat it. Just like Peter you hated the game but wouldn’t play it any other way.

 Seeing as Peter finished your breakfast you get ready for work, saying bye to Peter hoping to him at the game.

You were the first one at the school unlocking the doors hoping the team had improved enough to win. Once coach turned up your day was nonstop, he’d made you pull out the bleachers, check equipment,, direct the away team to their dressing room and now had you listening to one of his locker room speeches.

 

You couldn’t take anymore of his independence day nonsense, leaving the room you headed out to the field. You seen Mason and Cory both making their way out to watch. You smiled seeing them holding hands “hi” you shout jogging to catch up with them.

 

“well you two look happy”  you say. They both give each other shy glances but both beamed a smile at you.

 

“I guess we should thank you” Mason said, Cory looked confused. “y/n told me how you stood up to Theo for me. She said I should give you a chance” Mason filled Cory in.

 

You were about to say your welcome until a dreaded voice filled your ears. Tracy came around the corner making you groan. Since living with Peter you’d put Theo out of your head and being busy with the game you didn’t think about them turning up today.

 

“so you leave and still meddle with our pack, Cory how will Theo feel when he finds out your a turncoat” She said as she stalks towards you. Cory pushes Mason away, warning him with his eyes to find help, not sure what was going to happen.

 

You looked at her wanting to scream and shout but you couldn’t. “Tracy if your here for the game then go find a seat, if not then leave students can’t be wandering the halls” you say as professional as possible. Cory smiles a thanks walking off your follow him hoping your teacher like warning was enough. It wasn’t, Tracy steps in front of you her claws out ready to attack.

 

Mason finds Scott and the others panicking telling him to come quick. Theo watches hearing your name he follows. When Cory runs to them and they all run off, Theo brakes into a run too. When he catches up he sees y/n on the floor, Tracy over her with a bloody nose about to claw at her with Kanima venom. “Tracey! Stop!”  Theo roars making his beta jump of his ex girlfriend.

 

Theo grabs her by the throat holding her against the wall as Scott and Cory help you up off the ground. You wasn’t hurt, well not bad maybe some brushing not that was all. You wanted to go and run at Tracy and Theo not sure who you wanted to hit first.

 

Lucky for you Coach Finstock was in the hall too “what the hell is going on?” he demanded looking at you all. Scott looked at you and everyone else looked at him. You say his name but he stops you “actually don’t want to know, now everyone asses on the field.”

 

Theo pushed Tracey away ordering her to move, Scott ran to the field as the others headed to their seats. You looked at coach about to explain but all he did was tell you to get back to work.

 

The first half of the game went smoothly, BHH were leading but not by much, or at least not enough for coach to be happy. You felt annoyed too, after what happened with Tracy you worried about your job and Peter still hadn’t turned up from what you’d seen, the empty chair next to Malia never filled.

 

To make matters worse, Theo was walking towards you. You turn away hoping he’d just go away, walk past you and not look your way. Luck really wasn’t on your side today, “y/n can we talk I wanna say sorry about Tracy” he says.

 

You sigh “you didn’t tell her to attack me, but you can keep her on a leash and away from me” you say about to walk away, find some excuse to look busy.

 

Theo’s body language changes as you feel an arm come around your shoulder. “hello sweetheart, sorry I’m late” Peter say, not taking his eyes from Theo. You smile, nervous at what he’s doing. “is he bothering you, y/n” Peter asks, pulling you in closer to him.

 

Theo takes a step forward, huffing out his chest trying to look harder. “were working a few things out, can you leave and get your filthy hand off my girl” Theo says.

 

Peter couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t about to let Theo worm his way back in and he couldn’t resist a bit of fun. “What is it with you teenagers? You think that you’re so special? You think you can tell me what to do?” Peter said, leaning in to place a small kiss on your cheek. Really getting under Theo’s skin and yours. You feel the heat rise in your cheeks confused by the whole situation. Peters casual flirting, Theo looking like he’s about to blow.

 

Theo grabbed your wrist dragging you out of Peters gentle hold. “she’s mine” he yelled trying to drag behind him as he squared up to Peter. “go near her and watch” he started to threaten.

 

 “get off me Theo! What the hell are you doing” you scream trying to free yourself. You look at Peter his amused smirk waiting to see what Theo would do next, more importantly what you would do. Once free from his hold “Theo this has to stop, we’re not working anything out we’re over and for good. So just leave me alone”

 

Theo didn’t move at first. His eyes flicking from you to Peter trying to work out what was going on. “so you and him” Theo says in disgust. “this who you’ve been with!”

 

“it’s not like that” you say low. You wasn’t lying but you wish he was right, you wanted a you and Peter. You look at Peter unable to read his poker face. “but even if there was it’s none of your business anymore”

 

Peter played fake hurt “sweetheart you wound me, I thought we had something special” he jokes, making Theo growl his eyes flashing gold.

 

“Peter shut up your not helping” you say seeing Theo’s anger building.

 

“now, now y/n, that’s no way to speak to your alpha now is it” Peter practically purrs.

 

This set Theo off. You imagine it was the word alpha that pushed Theo over the edge. He’d always had a hidden alpha kink the one title he craved. Without warning Theo charged at Peter claws out ripping his V-neck. “your no alpha” and “she’ll never be yours” he shouted.

 

Peter let the young, stupid chimera land his first two or three hits before flashing his own eyes red. Theo looked stunned for a minute letting Peter swipe his claws at the teen. Both of them now had blood on them and if you did do someone one of them most likely Theo would die.

 

You scream for them to stop about 5 times but each one fallen on deaf ears. Your only option was to try and stop them yourself. You wasn’t sure which one of them clawed you, but your cry of pain made them both stop.

 

Theo ran to you asking if you were okay and said sorry over an over. Peter looked down is eyes scanning your injuries, feeling easier when he saw they wasn’t deep. Standing up you look at Theo “No, now just go” was call you could say. Not wanting to argue he did, walking of towards the main gate leaving the school. Vowing to Peter it wasn’t over

 

You look at Peter who’s eyes were back blue. Part of you wanted to ask him what that was all about, why goat Theo into a fight. What was he trying to prove but didn’t have the energy to. You never got a chance the buzzer sounded letting you know the game had restarted. “shit, I gotta go” you tell him running back to work. You would be surprised if you still had a job come Monday.

 

The rest of the game had been trying, both team scoring making the leader bored jumping  back and forth. One of your players taking an injury masking Stiles come on instead. You hated this, five minutes left and both teams drawing. Biting your nail you watch the tean make their play.

 

You jump when you feel a hand come around the back of your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder his other hand finds your hip. “so do you think the wolfs can pull this off” he said not taking his eyes if the game.

 

You laughed “since when did you care how they play, wasn’t sure you were even gonna come” you say leaning back into his chest.

 

“since you asked me, if I’m going do something I give it my full my attention” he answers in his flirty tone.

 

“you know people will start talking, think somethings going on, if you keep holding me like this”  you say but not wanting him to move. You look around to see if anyone was watching, Hayden was, in fact she was stirring and talking on her phone, no doubt filling Theo in.  “or are you doing this to piss Theo off more”  you laugh.

 

“I couldn’t care less about Theo he’s not worth any more of our time, now he knows ‘who’ I am I doubt he’ll be showing his face again. Also would it be so bad if there was something going on between us?” he asked.

 

You bit your lip, feeling your heart race. Your about to tell him no until the winning goal was scored seconds before the final buzzer sounds. For once your team won, Bobby was shouting you over making you jump out of Peters arms, “hold that thought” you say running off to your boss. Peter watches you frustrated wishing you’d look at him how you had in his living the night he took you home.

 

The stands started to empty, everyone happy with the result. Some of the dumping their sticks to run off and celebrate. Coach ordering you to pack up. “okay” you call back start gathering up equipment to put away.  Peter walks over picking up the lacrosse stick, handing it to you. “guess you still have work to do, I’ll see you later” he says but this he seems off. You couldn’t help but smile he’d actually came to say bye.

 

“your going? I’ll see you at Derek’s right?” you question.

 

Peter nodded, “you seem busy so I’ll leave you too it, I’ll see you after” he says

 

“how about you leave your car at yours we can take mine home. No point both of us driving” you say.

 

Peter smirks “wouldn’t people think something going on of we did” he mocked your words from earlier.

 

You look up “would it be so bad if they did” you say back seeing Peters smile change to a more happier one as he goes to turn. “see you later” you say running the sticks into the locker room telling the team to hurry up and get changed. It took you and Bobby Finstock around two hours to fully kick everyone out and lock up the school.

Theo stood in the car park, leaning against your car. You roll your eyes, after today you couldn’t take anymore of his shit. “so your really choosing him over me” he asked, his arms folded.

 

“I’m not choosing him over you, Theo. I’m choosing not to be with you.” You say honestly.

 

“but he doesn’t love you, I do” he said back hoping you would belive him. “he’s going to use you, hurt you it’s who he is” stepping closer, now starting to scare you a little, you take a breath trying not to let him intimidate you

 

“you don’t know what love is Theo. You might be right, Peter might hurt me, he might not but at the end of the day Theo you already HAVE hurt me. Not just by cheating on me but letting power and your pack be more important than me.” You say trying to open your car door.

 

Theo grabs your throat, pinning you to the car “so you really think I’d just let you leave like that” he roars. You start to panic seeing the crazed look in his eye. “your not gonna walk away and betray me, I’d rather kill you first”. He was now squeezing so hard you couldn’t breath, you vision going burly. “If that doesn’t show love, I don’t know what will” he said. You grabbed his wrists, struggling against his power, kicking your your feet at his shins. The panic was real, you thought you were going to die by Theo's hands. His words drowned out by the ringing of your car alarm. Your vision now completely black, lungs stinging for air, all you wished for was Peter.

 

It was the voice of coach, that made Theo get go. You fell to the floor, gasping for breath. When your vision came back into focus, you saw Bobby pinning Theo against your car.  He asked if you were okay and that Stilinski was on his way, you must have blacked out, not hearing him call for anyone. You nod your okay after getting your breath back and calming down, still refusing to go to the hospital even though Bobby insisted you do. Once the sheriff took Theo away, Bobby asked if you wanted driving home, you kindly refuse getting in your car. Looking at the marks Theo left wondering what your gonna say to the others and how Peter will react.

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[waterloou]

“Don’t let go.” for thiam

Liam felt a strong hand wrap around his wrist and haul him up. An arm caught him behind the knees and another was wrapped around his back. He made a tired, surprised noise as he was hauled into a bridal carry, his arms encouraged to loop around the neck and shoulders of the person carrying him.

“Don’t let go” a soft voice whispered in his ear. Liam’s head lolled against the shoulder, mumbling some nonsense, his vision still blank.

“It’s gonna be ok” was the last thing he heard before blacking out.

—

He woke up in the hospital, sore as hell, to see Theo, Mason, and Corey in various states of sleep beside his bed.

Mason was clutching one of Corey’s hands, and the other was resting just on top of Liam’s left hand.

Theo was barely awake, eyes fluttering closed, fingers a breath away from Liam’s own, head resting heavily on the side of the bed.

Liam hesitantly brushed his fingers through the other boy’s hair, effectively waking him up.

He was more alert as he saw Liam was up, a soft smile spreading over his face.

“You’re awake.” He sounded relieved.

“What’s the damage?”

Theo let out a croaky chuckle, “ask your dad when he gets in.” Liam’s hand slipped from the boy’s hair to his cheek, before dropping gently on the bed.

Theo rested his fingertips against his, before looking over at the other side of the bed. Corey was blinking awake, giving the two a sleepy smile, before squeezing Mason’s hand.

“Hey, bubby, Liam’s awake” he spoke gently. Mason jolted out of sleep, eyes bleary, looking at Corey before Liam.

“Oh thank god” he sleepily threw himself at his best friend, tackling him in a hug, “was so worried” he mumbled, hands gripping the boy’s hospital gown.

Liam winced, but patted his friend’s back, nuzzling his face into his shoulder.

“You look so much better, dude” Mason babbled, “when we got here, you didn’t look too good. Theo too, but man, you were just-“ he gripped tighter, “we’re just glad you’re ok.”

“Thank you” Liam’s voice was hoarse, and his throat hurt.

“Here.” Theo’s fingers had disappeared from his and his hand was being wrapped around a warm, styrofoam cup, “tea.”

“Mase, bub, you need to let him go” Corey tugged on his boyfriend’s hand and Mason unwravelled himself from his best friend enough so he could drink his tea. He sat back in his seat and clutched Liam’s hand in his again, his thumb moving soothingly over the back of his palm.

-

Liam had gripped Theo’s wrist as he was wheeled out to his car, not letting go until Theo attempted to move to the other side of the truck.

“Liam”

“Hm?”

“I need my hand.”

“You said not to let go”

A wave of affection flowed from Theo, before it was gone, the other boy tamping down his chemosignals.

“It’ll only be a second, okay?” Liam nodded.

Theo gently extracted his arm, before closing the door and moving to the driver’s side, hopping in and shutting the door behind him. A hand grasped his again, and he turned to see Liam, smiling softly at him. He couldn’t help but smile back.

“Ready to go home?”

Liam nodded, “can you stay with me?” He leaned closer, eyes questioning.

“I don-“ Theo cut himself off, “yes-yeah, I can do that.”

[starshipsofstarlord]

Hale and Dunbar | Liam Dunbar

Summary: You, a Hale, were born a werewolf, whereas Liam was bitten. You help the new pack member through his transition, becoming more than just his guide.

Warnings: Death

“Scott bit someone?” The information that your brother had just told you was a surprise. He didn’t seem like the type of alpha that would want to create more werewolves, after all, he himself knew how hard it was for the bitten to adapt to their new and changed lives.

“A kid.” Derek said bluntly, closing his car door as he walked towards Scott’s front door, with you hot on heels. “He’s strong, I’ll give him that.”

“And what does any of this have to do with me?” You crossed your arms, glaring at your sibling for an answer, pausing your footsteps momentarily.

“He’s your age (Y/N), and he could use a friend.” You groaned at that, throwing your head back.

“He has Scott, isn't that enough?” Now it was Derek’s turn to glare at you, and he lightly shoved you closer to the door and then knocked.

It was only a minute or two until Scott opened the door, and from his expression, he obviously hadn’t been expecting either one of you.

“Derek, (Y/N), what are you two doing here?” He invited you in, and you squeezed past him as you remembered that the last time that you were in here you were fighting the Oni. Just the thought made you shiver.

“This one needed time out of the apartment.” Your brother earnt himself a growl and a flash of golden eyes on your part as you wandered into the living room, where you saw Stiles talking to a boy you didn’t recognise.

Must be the new beta, you thought.

“Stiles.” You greeted him with a nod, and that was more than enough to make him jump.

“Jesus.” He clutched his chest, not having expected your presence in the moment. “You’re worse than your brother I swear.”

“I mean, I can’t help that your concept of your surroundings is slower than a werewolf’s. But Scott could, but as I’ve been told, he’s already nipped someone.” Your eyes diverted to Liam, he had to be the victim. You could smell the wolf in him, it was distinct. New.

At your gaze, the boy squirmed. You were a stranger, yet you knew all about his forced invitation into the pack, and more for all that he was aware. But he knew that you weren’t a danger, he could hear your friendly - ish greeting with Scott.

“And now, there’s another target on the deadpool. Fun.” You bit your lip, sitting right next to Liam, who watched you attentively. He tensed his shoulders before speaking to you, trying to come across as confident and cocky as he had initially done with the boys.

“You know about the deadpool?” He knew that Scott wanted to keep it on the down low, especially since the benefactor had yet to be found. At his query, you smirked. So new and naive to the workings of the pack and its members.

“I know a little bit about everything.” You spoke, noticing your brother watching you from the doorframe. You sent him a glare, and complied with the reason as to why you had been dragged here in the first place. “Except you. You’re fresh meat that has just hit the agenda.”

There was no way that Liam could keep up his outgoing persona now. Since he was the centre as to why such an attractive girl would come to a house in the middle of the night. You wanted information.

“I - I play lacrosse.” He fumbled over his words making Stiles hide his sniggers behind his hand.

“Let’s skip the basics Dunbar. Who are you really?”

-

They were on your tail, quite literally in your evolved form. The hunters had returned, and were trying to take down all of the packs in Beacon Hills. Satomi’s was near on extinguished, there were a few in hiding, seeing as they weren’t trained to defend their selves.   

But you were, and yet you were still running in the shape of a black dog, avoiding the arrows and bullets that came your way, or at least the ones that hadn’t hit you yet.

The whole town had turned their backs on you, partially because of the Anuke Ite’s influence, but the rest was down the Gerard and Monroe.

There had to be some way that you could lose these stragglers. For sure, you were faster than the lot of them, but you were so incredibly tired from the running and fighting. It was still light out, and the school was in your sights.

Liam would be there, as well as Mason and Corey. You could get help, cry out for it or just damn straight find it on your own accord. If you howled however, it would signal your location to not only the men that were trailing you, but every hunter in training inside of the school. And to say the least, that would not be good.

But you rampaged through the doors anyway, the men would not be permitted to enter with firearms. And if they did, then the sheriff would be called and that would double up the protection upon you.

Liam could sense your presence and quickly ran out of Mrs Finch’s class. He didn’t need to care about what people thought, they had quite clearly already formed their opinions.

He could smell your blood, and so he ran into the girls locker room, realising that was where you had decided to habitat.

The boys locker room would have been a rookie mistake, considering Gabe and Nolan performing as though they were Monroe’s bus boys.

“(Y/N).” He belted as he saw you in your evolved form, trying to lick at your wounds. “Shit.” He breathed, removing his jacket and holding it around you so that you could shift back without being exposed to the cold air. “It’s okay.”

It wasn’t okay, not in the slightest. Even as you transformed back, there was still so much blood, it coming out in black clots. You weren’t healing.

“Li.” You smiled, reaching up and stroking his face that had grown more defined over the time that you had known him. “I knew you’d find me.”

“Always.” He promised, water pooling in his blue eyes as he grabbed his phone and dialled Scott, but the tone just kept ringing, ending in no reply.

There was no time, he reached towards the wounds over your body, unsure of where to start. There were so many holes imbedded and bleeding through your skin, too many.

“I don’t know what to do.” He spoke, he couldn’t ask the school for help, they wouldn’t let you die in peace, they’d ensure you left the world in pain.

“Just stay with me.” With that he pulled you closer. “At least I get to see the rest of my family, it’s been years.”

“You shouldn’t have to die like this, I should do something.” If you left like this, he’d never rinse off the guilt, he’d lose control as he would have lost his anchor.

“If this I had a choice in how my death played out, I wouldn’t change it.” Rubbing your numbing lips together, you grabbed Liam’s hand, frowning as he attempted to remove your pain.

“I can’t take your pain.”

“It’s because it doesn’t hurt.” You sighed, now understanding how Allison had felt when her time was passing. “I’m just happy that I got to know you, that I got to love you. I’ve seen you realise that you aren’t a monster, you’re a werewolf, and a damned good one.”

“Don’t go.” Tears were falling upon your face from his own. “I need you, stay, please.”

“It’s not up to me, just don’t join me anytime soon Dunbar otherwise I’ll have to kick your ass.” A few spluttered coughs left your mouth, along with portions of blood.

“But-“ he has began to speak, but noticed how your eyes were fluttering and your heart was slowing.

If these were his last words, he was sure as hell he wouldn’t make a one sided argument out of them.

[the-slytherin-writer-12]

A Brother’s Love

Paring(s): Liam x Stilinski!reader, Stiles x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N is dating and Stiles isn’t liking it. He soon learns sometimes he can be a little overprotective.

Warnings: tiny bit of angst. And a small small small inuendo.

Season: not really specified. I guess like season 5... but nothing about the Dread Docotrs or Theo are mentioned.

A/N

(This is mainly a Stiles x sister!reader fic. I mean... it’s is a story about Liam and the reader’s relationship but like-yeah. You’ll see.)

Masterlist

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Y/N and Liam were walking down the hall of BHHS hand in hand. Mason and Corey were beside them hand in hand as well. They two couples were walking from their last class, Biology, and made their way to the parking lot.

As they rounded the corner to go outside, Y/N turned to Liam and stopped.

“Y/N/N? What are you doing?” He asked confused. Mason and Corey stopped as well but they knew what she was doing.

“Li, you know we can’t go out there together. My brother would skin both of us,” Y/N pouted. Liam growled and rolled his eyes. Stiles was very protective of his little sister. He didn’t like for her to date, but that never stopped Y/N; which is why she’s dating Liam but keeping it a secret. Liam was getting tired of it and for a second, he forgot about the protective older brother.

“He just needs to get over himself. I’m apart of the pack and he knows me. I don’t understand why he doesn’t trust me,” Liam exclaimed. Y/N dropped his hand and lifted hers up to run through his hair. She had found that it calmed him and he claimed it felt good.

“He doesn’t trust anyone, Li. The only boy he trusts enough for me to be around is Scott and sometimes Derek. But usually it’s only Scott.” She ran her hand through this hair but stopped to put her hand on his cheek. Liam nodded but still grumbled. She reach forward and kissed him lightly.

“I need to go. Stiles needs me to help him with some crazy research on something,” she muttered. Liam nodded and kissed her forehead. She let go of him and walked out.

Liam watched as his girlfriend walked to rest of the pack. Mason and Corey stood on either side of him. Mason put a hand on his best friends shoulder. He didn’t say anything but Liam got the message.

As Y/N walked to her brother’s jeep, she sighed. Scott, along with Malia, heard her sigh. When she got to the jeep, Y/N stood beside her brother and waited for him to notice her as he rambled on about something.

After a few moments, Stiles did notice her.

“Hey, Kiddo,” he smile brightly. He slung an arm around her shoulder pulling her into his side.

“How was school?” He asked. Y/N smiled and nodded.

“It was good. Mr Harris was being a jerk as usual,” she grumbled. Stiles laughed and squeezed her shoulder.

“Yeah. He can be. What took you so long to get out here?” He asked. Y/N’s heart rate picked up slightly, which didn’t go unnoticed by Scott and Malia.

“Oh. I had to talk to Mason about something,” she lied. Scott furrowed his eyebrows at his best friends sister.

Scott had always seen Y/N as a sister just like he saw Stiles as a brother. As much as they wanted to keep her out of the supernatural drama, she figured it out. So the both of them(Stiles and Scott) vowed to protect her.

Stiles nodded at his sisters response and continued to talk.

After a few minutes, he decided they should leave.

“Look, guys. I need to get home. We have to do some research. We’ll see you later,” Stiles spoke to the pack. Lydia, Malia, Kira, and Scott nodded.

As the Stilinski siblings were putting their stuff in Roscoe, Scott called out to Y/N. She turned to the werewolf and cocked her head to the side.

“I need to talk to you.” Scott said. Y/N nodded and closed to door. After Stiles got in, she went to the passenger’s window and stuck her head in.

“Give me a minute. Scott needs me,” she said. Stiles nodded and started the jeep, but not without the spluttering of the engine.

Walking over to the alpha, Y/N got nervous. She had no idea what she wanted to talk to her about and she had the iconic Stilinski IntuitionTM that it was about her involvement with his beta.

“Yes, Scott?”

“I just wanted to see if you were alright. You walked out of the school with a heavy sigh, you of frustration and sadness, and you have Liam’s scent all over you,” Scott explained, his brother instincts kicking in.

“It’s just been a long day and I’m tired.” Y/N responded. It wasn’t a lie. She was tired and it had been a long day. Scott raised an eyebrow.

“Y/N/N, I know you and Liam are together,” he said softly. Y/N’s eyes widened.

“How?!? We’ve been careful and no one sees us together except people in our grade,” She whined. Scott gave her a ‘really’ look.

“Did you forget I’m a werewolf? Your scent is literally all over him and his is all over you. It’s like you rolled around with each other-“ he paused, “- you didn’t did you?”

Y/N blushed and shook her head.

“No, Scott. Just hugs, kisses, and cuddles. None of that,” She said, schrunching her nose up at the thought. Scott breathed in a sigh of relief. “But I’m just tired of hiding our relationship from Stiles. He’s so overprotective it gets annoying sometimes. I get he’s trying to keep me safe but I would like to live a little.” She complained.

“I know, just cut him some slack. He wants to keep everything under control and prevent something from happening to you. You already lost your mom, he can’t lose you too,” Scott spoke softly. Y/N nodded. “Just be careful with Liam. I don’t want you getting hurt.” He put put a hand on her shoulder.

“Okay, mom. I swear- you’re the dad and Stiles is the mom. To both me and Liam,” She said, sarcasm dripping off her words. Scott snorted a laugh.

“I know. Now go. Your brother is waiting,” He said. Y/N nodded and hugged him.

“Thanks for looking out for me, though,” She said into his chest. Scott smiled as she pulled away as his acknowledgment and walked to his motorcycle where Kira was waiting on him.

When Y/N got into Roscoe, Stiles immediately rounded on her.

“What did he want? Is everything okay? What happened?” He spouted off. Y/N laughed and shook her head at her brother.

“Nothings wrong. He just noticed my down mood and questioned me about it-”,she held up a hand before Stiles could interrupt her, “- I’m fine. It’s just been a long day and I’m tired,” She explained.

“Can you still help me?” He questions, his brown eyes almost puppy-like.

“I swear you boys and your puppy eyes will end me. Yes I can help you.” She muttered the first part. Stiles grinned boyishly and put Roscoe in gear, pulling out of the parking lot.

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After helping Stiles with his research, Y/N laid on her back in bed reading a book. She was getting to a good part when her phone dinged. Picking it up, she saw Liam had texted.

Liam: Hey, babe. Can I come over?

Y/N smiled and replied.

Y/N: yeah. Just come through the window and be quiet.

Liam: ok. 😉

Y/N laughed and put her phone down.

Right as she began the last chapter, he window opened quietly and Liam crawled in. Y/N was trying to finish the page so she could greet Liam but he beat her to it.

He walked to her bed and slid under her arms and laid himself down on her, his head on her chest.

Y/N pt the book down and smiled down at her boyfriend, who was looking up at her with a goofy smile. He placed his hand flat on her chest and put his chin on them, in order not to hurt her.

“Hi, babe.” He said quietly. Y/N leaned down and kissed his forehead.

“Hi baby.” She replied. He turned his head and rested his ear in her chest, listening to her heartbeat. Y/N ran her fingers through his hair, both of their eyes closing.

After about five minutes, their blissful silence was interrupted by Y/N’s door flying open.

“Hey Y/N/N I need-“ Stiles glanced up from his paper to see Liam and Y/N scrambling away from each other. But he had seen their previous position. He dropped the paper he was looking at and the couple watched as it fluttered to the ground.

“What is he doing here?” Stiles all but growled. Liam spluttered for a second so Y/N took over.

“We were hanging out,” she said, shrugging. That wasn’t a lie.

“Then why was he on top of you?!?” Her brother exclaimed. Y/N winced and sighed.

“Okay fine. We’re dating. Have been for awhile. Happy?” She grumbled. Liam’s eyes widened in shock. Stiles’s jaw dropped for a moment until his face screwed up in anger.

“I told you you couldn’t date! And why didn’t you tell me?!” He yelled. Y/N stood up from her bed and walked in front of him.

“Because of this very reason! You’re overreacting!” Y/N exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. Stiles’s eyebrows raised significantly.

“I’m overreacting? I’m just trying to keep you safe! We’re human! I don’t want you getting hurt! It’s my job as a brother to protect you!

“Yeah, I know we’re human. But I’m dating a werewolf. Not to mention a werewolf in our pack. He’s like the best person I could date! Scott being the absolute best and I’m not dating him!” Y/N said putting her hands on her hips. Stiles took a deep breath and pinched his nose.

“I’m just trying to keep you safe. I need some sense of security, Y/N/N,” He said softly. Y/N’s eyes, which previously held fire, softened and she stepped forward towards her brother. Taking him in her arms, she buried her face in his chest.

“I know, Sti. And I love you for it. It can just be a little overbearing sometimes.” She said into his chest. Stiles leaned down and hugged her tightly, pressing a kiss to her hair.

“I’ll try to be better,” he said. But he rounded on Liam. He began slowly walked to where Liam sat on his sisters bed.

“But you don’t do anything sexual. At all. And if you hurt her, I will break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mountain ash and shove it up your freaking-“

“Woah. Hey, we get it.” Y/N said, stepping in between him and her boyfriend. Stiles glared at Liam but stepped forward again.

“Keep her safe.” He spoke sternly. Liam gulped and nodded.

“Y-yeah. Of course I will.” He replied. Stiles turned back to Y/N.

“Be safe.” He whispered, kissing her forehead. Y/N smiled and nodded.

“I will.” She replied. Glancing at the werewolf one last time, he turned around and walked out of the room.

A/N

Hey guys! I just wanted to let you know that I have a Wattpad account! I’ve been posting these Teen Wolf one shots on there as well. My username is @slytherin_life1018.

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hi!! okay so one your fics that is an absolute favorite of mine is when you get tired and you’ve got no place else to hide and i’ve always been curious about what happens next. i’m someone who wholeheartedly feels that theo and liam would end up together and are soulmates but this fic is the first time i saw it as maybe not being so simple. i originally saw the ending as hopefuls and optimistic (and you’re brilliant since it’s from liam’s pov so us as the audience see it the same way as him) (1/

but i saw in the notes and comments that you said that it wasn’t meant to be a happy ending and leaving bh wouldn’t be enough to fix their problems (mainly the one of theo always leaving). i was curious though, do you think they’ll end up together eventually? also i think in the show there are hints that liam has abandonment issues (we don’t know what happened to his bio dad and we never see his mom plus him freaking out over everyone leaving him in the 6b premier which i also feel is why he latches onto theo since of all the people in his life he probably knows subconsciously that theo doesn’t have anyone or anything else (mason has corey, scott has an entire pack, his parents have each other, etc.)) but i do feel with enough time and distance and healing he’d be able to let go of theo even though he still loves him and move on and be happy with someone else. 

i don’t see theo as being able to move on in the same way (or at all) like maybe satisfying his need for intimacy with random hookups but never forming a meaningful relationship or being able to move on from liam. and while we’re on the subject of unhealthiness in their relationship, i also see theo as being possessive. like even with him feeling that liam deserves better (and even in your fic i feel like that’s why he stayed in a relationship with liam even tho the whole fic is about theo punishing himself and being with liam in any capacity is the opposite of a punishment) i feel he wouldn’t want to let go so i think the idea of liam moving on would break him (and is that why he comes back in the end? bc with liam leaving now it opens up the possibility of liam finding someone else?). okay i’m sorry for spamming your inbox like this and i’ll stop now or i’ll end up leaving 100 asks but basically i just want to know what do you think would happen next? 

Okay AHH firstly, thank you!!! I’m really glad you enjoy that one, it’s something that I felt really proud of when I first wrote it :’) I feel like I have a really long answer for this sooooo explanation under the cut!

So, the ending of when you get tired is something that’s troubled me for a while, because I think the rest of the fic takes time exploring the flawed/unhealthy aspects of Liam and Theo’s relationship (even though it’s clear they care for each other a LOT, individually they have their own problems that need to be worked on bc the way they’re used to being with each other [aggressive and combative at times, for instance] is not conducive to a solid relationship). 

The tone of the ending didn’t turn out how I wanted to (it’s actually one of the fics that I plan on rewriting in the future - not totally changing the ending or the plot or anything, just tweaking what’s already there), and I do kinda stand by the idea that I don’t think it’s meant to be indicative of an improvement in their relationship. Throughout the fic Liam’s kinda drawn into this naive hope that every time Theo returns, he might be there to stay for once. The abandonment issues thing you mentioned is HUGE, yeah!! I think that’s something that plays a part in the optimism that Liam has at the end. Theo’s here again, even though he has showed up many other times before and left just the same. He’s here, so maybe, just maybe, that means he won’t leave this time. (Also the fact that Theo has a habit of coming back vs Liam’s dad - if we assume that’s where his abandonment issues stem from - who presumably hasn’t returned, ever?) 

I do think Theo’s repeated leaving is not about him wanting to leave Liam, but instead a combination of him being cagey when he’s stuck in one place (esp Beacon Hills) for too long and him depriving himself of something that makes him happy because he doesn’t feel he deserves it. And also, I think this is a time in Theo’s life where he’s probably just generally aimless, you know? Having had such a regimented, goal-oriented (albeit in a horrifying way) life under the Dread Doctors before this and now, after almost a decade, he’s on his own. And he doesn’t know how to deal with that. He hasn’t had normalcy in years. Considering he was actively living in a traumatic situation I’m sure he didn’t necessarily stop and dwell on how fucked up his life has been bc he was too focused on surviving it, but now that he’s removed from it, everything he went through could really be eating at him.

ALSO I think pushing Liam away is another means of protecting himself. There’s definitely an association between being good/honest & vulnerability in Theo’s mind (hence him manipulating people’s trust and willingness to help in canon). As someone who weaponized people’s affection/care for him, I think it’d be difficult for him not to anticipate that from Liam and want to preemptively shield himself from it. (Canonically, we haven’t seen him have romantic relationships that weren’t in pursuit of ulterior motives…Tracy, Malia, yk.) It’s like this game of chicken where he briefly displays vulnerability and then runs away where he can’t be hurt, and then returns to where he feels good again and just. Wash, rinse, repeat. Theo needs to detach his idea of goodness from Liam.

BUT back to the whole him and Liam thing. They’ve both seen really ugly sides of each other, right? Their whole thing in 6b was Theo helping Liam with his anger and essentially showing him that he is good despite it. I think this on-again-off-again thing they’ve got going on is Theo silently asking the same thing of Liam every time he shows up again -I’m bad I hurt people I will leave but will you love me despite it- They both wanna be reassured that what they hate most about themselves doesn’t make them unlovable.

Liam leaving is the first time the answer to that question seems like it could be “No.” He’s leaving. And it’s a variable that Theo can’t control, unlike his own coming and going. And what that means is the thing between them is unsustainable, especially once Liam’s on a campus and consumed by college life. And I think they both somewhat know that. In my head, the drive to Liam’s campus is a really long goodbye, honestly. Not a permanent one!! But it is a goodbye. And I think it hurts, but it’s unavoidable. And I think the closer they get to Liam’s school, the more they both start to realize that. They individually have sooo much growing and healing to do and maybe it’s just not gonna happen with them together.

I’m a sucker for a happy future, and I think they can have that. But I don’t think it’s an immediate thing nor do I think it’s something that would happen without time apart and distance. They can come back to each other when they’re a little bit older, a little bit less scarred, a little bit less reckless when the stars align, you know??

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30 days - Nett

Day 6: Wearing the other clothes

Pd: the parts of this series don’t follow an order so it don’t matter if you haven’t read the others

yeah idk how i feel about this one 

happy reading:) or on AO3

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It wasn’t that common for them to wear the other clothes; it was limited to certain occasions. When Nolan was staying over at Brett’s, or when throw the day start getting cold and he always forgot to check the weather before going out and Brett knowing this, would pack a hoodie for him.

So, it wasn’t weird seeing Nolan in the hoodies of the taller one or oversize ones, his own hoodies were big for him, he would get some type of comfort being in clothes that were too big for him.

It wasn’t different for Brett, he would get comfort wearing Nolan’s hoodies, it didn’t happen often, because he would rather be being with Nolan than one of his hoodies.

He would wear them when he was having a bad day and didn’t share that many classes with Nolan, or when the smaller one has a test and would spend the whole weekend studying, Brett got banned for those weekends, so on Friday after school Nolan would give to him his hoodie.

The first time Brett asks for a hoodie was weird for him, but later Lori explains it was because of the scent, in words of Lori Nolan’s scent was somehow the same for him to wear big hoodies, bringing comfort and a feeling of safeness, so he would always give up of his hoodie if it was for Brett.

“Hey, Nolan!” closing the door of his locker and turning around to see Mason and Corey walking in his direction

“hey”

“It’s Brett okay?” was the first thing that Mason say when they arrive next to him

“I think so, something happened?”

“Um, he is wearing your lacrosse team hoodie,” said Corey following Mason, “we thought it was his but when we say hi and he turns around to go to class we saw your name” clearly they were somewhat unsure talking about this.

It wasn’t a secret that Brett wore his hoodies for comfort or when he was having a bad day, but they never talk about it, mostly because Brett wasn’t fond of it and he would limit his interaction with the rest of the puppy pack when he was wearing Nolan’s hoodie at school.

So, they would reach to Nolan since he was the only one Brett wouldn’t avoid, to ask if the taller one was okay.

“He is wearing my hoodie?” okay, now he was confused because the other would always reach out to him on those days

“You didn’t know?”

“No, it’s Tuesday, we don’t have classes together, I haven’t seen him in the whole day” Nolan mention with concern in his voice

“We didn’t see you guys at lunch and thought that you were together eating in some other place because of Brett” Corey start getting concerned too

“I- I text him saying that I was skipping lunch I had to finish an essay. Fuck I didn’t even ask him if it was okay”

Nolan still had another class before finishing for the day, but right now he was ready to storm out to the parking lot, and hopefully, Brett hasn’t gone home yet

“Let me call Liam, he says it was going to check on him maybe they are talking or something,” says Mason pulling out his phone trying to calm Nolan

“Yeah, thank you”

“I’m sure it’s nothing, maybe he is just not having a good day or something like that” Corey was trying, and Nolan appreciated

“I hope it’s just that and not about his nightmares”

“He still has those”

“Sometimes, they are not that regular anymore” Nolan really hopes it’s not about that looking at his shoes while remembers the first time he sees Brett post nightmare

“They are in the parking lot; he says Brett seems fine just tired” relieve takes over him after hearing Mason

“Okay, thanks guys I’ll go find him”

“I’ll give you my chemistry notes tomorrow don’t worry”

“Thanks, Corey” Nolan half shout jogging on his way to the exit

Brett would always park near the library, so Nolan knew where to find him, and it didn’t take long to see the tall figure wearing his hoodie already turn in his direction waiting for him

“Hey,” said Brett when Nolan arrives at his side taking the other hand

“Hi, are you okay?”

“I’m fine” Nolan saw Brett getting confused by his question quickly being replaced with understanding, “the others tell you I was wearing your hoodie” he only receives a nod by the other “I’m fine, just tired, Lori and I decide to go for a run last night and we lost track of time”

“So, she stays at home to rest?” Nolan relax knowing that he was okay

“Yeah, I had to hand a paper today so couldn’t avoid coming and just stay for the rest of the day”

“Did you guys have fun?”

“We did, it’s been a while since the last time we did it, so it was kind of refreshing” a small smile appear while he recalls last night “wait, don’t you have chemistry like right now?”

“Corey will give me his notes tomorrow,” Nolan says stepping closer to Brett hugging him by the waist with the taller arms over his shoulders looking up to him

“In that case, I’m going home and sleep for the rest of the day, you want to join me?”

“I’m sleep deprived most of the days, so you already know the answer” Nolan chuckles and lets Brett go to make his way to the car but the other is still holding him

“We’ll talk about that later” he looks serious and knows he won’t be able to avoid that talk so he surrenders

“Fine” Brett seems happy with that answer and leaves a small peck on Nolan’s forehead earning a smile and make their way to the car

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No Reason To (38/50)

Prompt: “And I guess… when it comes down to it, I trust you.”

A/N: AND HERE WE GO! The final part to season five!

Also, longest chapter to date check.

Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. As usual, I hope you all enjoyed!

AGAIN, remember if you’d like me to continue this series, just leave a little comment or an ask letting me know. I will NOT continue the series if no one wants me to.

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Pairing: Stiles x McCall!Reader

Based off of: Teen Wolf 05x17, 05x18, 05x19 & 05x20!

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Y/N.”

“But like... absolutely positive?”

Letting out a heavy sigh, Lydia turns from her vanity, facing you with a roll of her eyes. “Yes,” she emphasizes the word, shaking her head at you in exasperation. “My mom even said she was cool with me coming back, and that’s... well, that’s a feat on it’s own.”

Biting your lower lip, you shrug from where you’re sat on the edge of her bed, wrapping your arms around your knees and tugging them closer against your chest. “I’m just not sure it’s such a good idea,” you mumble, voice a whisper despite the fact that Lydia can hear you perfectly. “With everything that happened and--”

“I’m fine, Y/N.” Lydia sighs, a frown marring her features. You don’t miss the concern that starts to bleed into her expression, her frown deepening as her voice softens. “What’s got you so hesitant?”

Maybe the fact that your powers are out of control. Maybe the fact that, for once, you just want to be a normal teenager girl. Maybe the fact that you absolutely do not want to see Stiles, especially if Lydia is there (as wrong as that sounds). You don’t want the possibility of running into Theo. You don’t want to even really function as a human being anymore because everything’s so messed up and scary.

“I just think we could have a fun girl’s day.”

Lydia lets out a light chuckle; “we’ve missed enough school, Y/N.” Pushing back round to her vanity, she grabs her brush back from where she’d left it, dusting the last little bit of blush to her cheek before pushing herself to her feet. “Besides, Scott still needs our help.”

Well, i’m sure I won’t be much help anyways.

You choose to remain silent. Simply following Lydia round with your eyes as she wanders over to her closet to grab a sweater. As she moves towards you, intent on grabbing her bag that’s resting next to you, you let your gaze fall to your lap, pulling your sleeves over your palms to hide the marks you’ve created there, inhaling deeply.

“Y/N,” Lydia calls softly, causing your eyes to flicker upwards onto her own. You pause at the deep frown marring her lips. “Are you okay?”

“I’m good,” you assure, forcing a bright smile onto your lips that you pray is believable. “Just tired.”

She leans a little closer, as if inspecting you. “You do look tired,” then, leaning back, she bites her lower lip. “You’re sure that’s it?”

It’s not-- “Yeah, of course.”

Ignoring her still wandering gaze, you push yourself up to your feet, nodding to yourself before smiling over at Lydia. “Let’s go,” you urge, heading for her bedroom door. “We don’t want to be late.”

Lydia rolls her eyes; “two minutes ago you didn’t even want to go!”

-

“Mason says it’s not just a transmitted frequency. It’s high powered. Like it has to be a really strong signal.”

“And that’s causing it to shift?”

“No, I don’t think it’s just that,” Scott shakes his head, “last night Argent said that it’s getting smaller. What if the Dread Doctors are trying to make the Beast grow faster?”

Furrowing his brows, Stiles speaks up; “with frequencies?”

“No, by shifting.” Scott clarifies, “the frequency is just the trigger. The important part is when it shifts into the werewolf.”

Pausing a moment, your eyes widen; “like Peter,” you offer, meeting your brother’s gaze. He’s eager to nod in response.

“Right,” he smiles briefly, “when Peter was an alpha, he got stronger every full moon. Eventually, the burns healed and he was back to normal.”

“So, the Dread Doctors don’t want to wait for the full moon,” Liam concludes, pulling your eyes on him, nodding lightly.

“They want the Beast to be as strong as possible as fast as possible.”

“Because of Parrish.”

“So,” Lydia speaks up, “if this is happening tonight, what are we going to do?”

“Uh,” Stiles mumbles, raising his hand and pointing his pointer finger, “we got one clue to go on.” Moving to his bag, he opens it, searching through for a moment before pulling out a selection of photos, setting it in the middle of the table. ��Those came from the hospital,” he explains, as you and the rest lean forward to get a better look at the photo of a footprint. “Whoever’s lurking inside the Beast is wearing a size ten of indeterminate make.”

Scrunching your face in confusion, you turn to Stiles, “indeterminate?”

“Means it’s a partial print,” he explains, “basically, it was all we were able to get considering all the fire, blood and carnage.”

“How many size ten’s are there?”

“Only one with Parrish’s blood on the sole,” Stiles offers lightly.

“So are we going to try to get the game cancelled?”

Nodding at Liam, you quirk a brow; “good question.”

“No, we’re going to play,” Stiles answers bluntly, “but we’re just going to hope really hard that it doesn’t turn into a blood-soaked massacre.”

Your face is pretty similar to the ones on Lydia and Liam’s.

“Okay, um,” Liam begins, taking a moment to pause, “but, aren’t we kind of missing out on a chance to catch this thing? We don’t have the ‘who’, but we have the ‘where’ and ‘when’.”

Turning to Scott, you shrug; you have to admit, Liam’s not wrong.

Wincing, Scott sighs; “there’s too many people,” he reminds.

“And,” Lydia begins, “we still don’t actually know if it’s going to happen. It just might end up being a regular lacrosse game. It’s possible, right?”

“Oh, it’s absolutely possible,” Stiles nods.

Sighing, you set your head in your hands; “just not very likely.”

“So, we’re still getting the game cancelled,” Liam concludes.

“We’re getting the game cancelled.”

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“Mason, you know your part...?”

“Corey and I break into the Devenford Bus and search their shoes.” Mason relays back with ease, nodding his head at Scott.

Malia steps forward in the next second, “I take out the TV vans.”

“And,” Stiles moves to finish off, “right before the whistle, coach forfeits the game.”

“The rest of us are looking for a size ten with a bloody sole.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you swallow thickly; “simple enough.” Well, if all goes to plan. But, you don’t add that part, simply nodding back at Scott when he turns to you with a smile.

“Just out of curiosity,” Malia speaks up, “what if it doesn’t work?”

Well, you can’t really blame her for asking.

“What if we have to go up against this thing? I mean, I hate to bring up bad memories, but Scott’s still healing from what Theo did to him.”

“No.” Kira whispers, pulling all eyes on her, “he’s not.”

Brows furrowing, you turn to your brother in surprise. He simply smiles back at you, “she’s right.” He assures, and then, at the still questioning gazes sent his way, he slowly rises up his jersey, showing off the fact that, indeed, no wound is left.

Touching your own stomach, you purse your lips; “that’s why it didn’t hurt anymore.”

Snorting at your comment, Scott lowers his jersey; “it happened the night we got Lydia out of Eichen,” he explains, eyes drifting across everyone briefly. “I healed. When were all together again,” he puts emphasis at glancing over at you, “when we were a pack.”

Liam smiles; “the Beast doesn’t have a pack.”

“Not like us,” Scott nods, “we can do this, guys. No one dies tonight.”

-

Your eyes widen when the Coach blows his whistle. However, it’s not to forfeit the game.

Pushing yourself off from where you’re sat, you rush forward, squeezing past people, just barely, and making your way to Scott within record time. You grab onto his arm tightly before he can run off into the field. “Scott,” you whisper lowly, glancing around quickly before meeting his gaze. “What’s going on?”

Shrugging his shoulders helplessly at you, Scott’s eyes widen; “I don’t know.” He swallows thickly, trying to appear calm but you can blatantly see the panic in his eyes. “Just... Just stay here, okay? It’ll be fine.”

He’s pulling himself from your grasp before you can say anything more. Lips parting as he runs off into the field, meeting up with Liam along the way, you let out a huff, spinning in the spot.

“Y/N.”

Blinking at the sound of your name, you just meet Stiles’ gaze as his hand slips around your arm, lightly tugging you with him. You don’t fight his grip, scrambling to catch your footing as he weaves you amongst and through people. The second your eyes catch sight of a police car, you start to follow him more easily, flickering your eyes up to the figure stood by the car.

Stiles’ dad.

Stilinski turns at the sight of his son, nodding at you briefly as Stiles’ hand finally falls from your arm. “Coach won’t forfeit,” Stiles explains plainly, slightly out of breath.

Nodding his head, Noah crosses his arms; “I can see that.”

“What if we call in a bomb threat?”

Turning to Stiles with wide eyes, you shake your head; “that’s not a good idea.”

He turns to you in disbelief; “why not?”

“Stiles,” Noah calls, pulling his son’s eyes on him, “you remember the bomb threat at the airport three weeks ago?”

“Yeah, of course I do. It was all over the news.”

Quirking a brow at Stiles, you wait for him to get it.

To be fair, it only takes him a moment longer.

“I see your point.”

-

“Woah.”

Blinking, you feel your body tip, your legs turning to jelly beneath you.

Having been behind the bleachers, searching for bloody shoes, size ten as Scott requested, no one sees you. And for that, you’re glad. Your hand instantly rises, gripping onto the edge of the bleacher tightly, your knuckles turning white from the force of which you hold on with. Your vision turns hazy and blurry, and the familiar pang begins in the back of your head.

Just like that, your stomach twists and tightens with fear, knowing that without a doubt, it has to do with your powers.

“Not now,” you growl, teeth clenching together in frustration as you try to fight it. But you can’t. You never have been able to before. And they’re happening quicker, more frequently. Having read Anne’s diary you know why; it’s getting worse. Your powers are getting stronger and because of it, you’re getting weaker. Letting out a small cry of distress, you shake your head. “This is really not a good time.”

You force your gaze upwards, holding yourself up as you try to peer through narrowed eyes and feet for the familiar sight of Scott’s jersey. You’re not sure why. It’s not like he can just leave his game, not realistically at least. But maybe, maybe he can feel what’s happening and maybe he can come and help. Maybe he’ll sense something’s wrong, because you don’t want to do this alone. You’re tired of doing it alone.

But you can’t find him. No where in the crowd of people do you find the familiar number eleven, and your heart sinks with the realization. You don’t know where he is. You don’t remember seeing him having run off, mainly because you’d been so focused trying to find the person.

“Come on, Scott...” You whisper, voice shaky, faint. “Where are you...?”

A muffled cry leaves your lips in the next second, pressing your palm firmly against your lips to avoid alerting attention from anyone around you. It’s then you realize how different this feels. It’s not the familiar ache, and while you’ve always built a sweat when having an episode, it feels different this time. You’re not just clammy but it feels like a pit of fire is growing in your stomach, spreading throughout your entire body and touching every inch of you.

Your skin feels as if it’s burning. From the inside out.

Pushing off of the bleachers, you only make it a few, measly steps before you crash to the floor. Your knees scrape across the grass painful, creating a light burn sensation but amongst everything else, you don’t really feel it at all.

You force your eyes open, eyes lowering to your hands which you hold up towards yourself shakily, There’s an glow of purple around you, in response to your powers, and it’s growing deeper and more pressing by the second. A sob breaks past your lips, your nails digging into your palms in response, touching the already marked injuries and digging deeper. But, the pain help soothes. Helps distract you from everything else.

Helps you distract from the inevitable. From what you can’t stop.

You can’t lose control here. Not here. There’s hundreds of innocent kids around you, your friends are here. Your power had been strong enough to knock down trees and rumble the earth, and that had been when no one else was around. You had no idea what you’d be capable of surrounded by many.

You were meant to be protecting them, and suddenly, with a simple blink of the eye, you’ve turned into the monster threatening their lives.

You feel as if you might break your jaw, clenching so hard, forcing the pit of fire in you to go away; or at least, stay put. You will yourself with every inch of what you’ve got not to lose control. To not become what you’re so afraid of becoming. You try to ignore the deep terror that settles in you, try to ignore the biting panic and focus on controlling yourself.

It has to be possible. It just has to be.

Just because a few things are similar doesn’t mean you’re her!

Scott was right. It didn’t. Your great grandmother was who she was, and you’re who you are.

It isn’t fate. It doesn’t have to be your fate. You... You can change it.

You’re not her, Y/N. You could never be.

Listening to the words, letting them echo in your own mind, your eyes clench shut tightly, your entire body tensing.

You could never hurt someone...

You know what it feels like...

That’s why you never could hurt someone...

But you have. You’ve hurt people.

You hurt Stiles that day when, even for just a second, you doubted him.

You barely even hear the choked sob that breaks past your lips. Your mind feels as if it’s in pieces. There are multiple things being screamed at you all at once and you don’t know what to believe. You don’t know what to listen to. But you just want peace, you want clarity. You want to understand. More then anything.

“Y/N?”

You don’t hear him. You don’t hear the voice. Curled into yourself, you’re too lost in your own mind to hear anything else but the wandering, piercing thoughts.

But you feel the hand. Even if the touch is feathery light, you don’t miss the hand that lightly falls onto your shoulder. It startles you, a cry of surprise leaving your lips as your powers instinctively react. Whoever touched you is sent flying back, a cry of surprise leaving their lips that is luckily not heard over the cheers of the lacrosse game.

And you’re sure you would’ve carried on, sure your powers would’ve continued to have a hold over you if you hadn’t caught sight of the red jersey. If you hadn’t seen the familiar number of twenty-four. If you hadn’t seen, even if just for a second, the warm brown eyes of the boy you loved.

It’s him that snaps you out of it.

Snapping out of it, your powers dim, the fire fleeting as you watch Stiles slam to the ground, his head bouncing off one of the pillars. Your lips part in worry, pushing yourself up to your feet without a second of hesitation, rushing over to him and skidding to your knees in front of him. “Stiles?” You cry, pulling him into your lap gently. You gently tilt his head forward, checking for any blood or anything worse. You let out a breath of relief when there’s just a light bump.

It’ll probably get worse. But... there’s no blood.

“Stiles?” You call softly, eyes flickering to his own as he blinks rapidly, trying to gather his bearing. “Stiles, are you okay? I’m sorry, I didn’t--”

“I’m good, i’m good,” Stiles gently cuts in, blinking up at you. “I’m good.”

You shake your head, shuffling back and keeping your hands firmly on his own as you help him to his feet. He wobbles lightly, but with your help, stays upright, your hands falling on his waist to keep him steady before leaning back enough to meet his gaze. “Are you sure?” You ask, a deep frown marring your lips. “You hit your head really hard--”

“I’m okay,” Stiles whispers, touching the back of his head lightly before setting his hand on your arm, “I promise.”

Letting out a light huff, you pull your hands back to yourself, cheeks warming slightly in response as you glance down at your feet with a deep frown.

“Y/N,” Stiles calls lightly, and your eyes fall shut, knowing he’d seen it. At least, some of it. “Y/N, it’s gotten worse, hasn’t it?”

Swallowing thickly, you shake your head; “I don’t really think now’s a good time to--”

“Now’s as good a time as any,” Stiles cuts in sharply, pulling your eyes on him with a blink. “Given I found you convulsing on the ground not a minute ago.”

Pursing your lips, you grab onto your left arm with your right hand, squeezing. “I didn’t mean to hurt you...” You whisper lightly, refusing to meet his eyes. “I really didn’t.”

“Of course you didn’t,” Stiles says without hesitation. “I know that. Y/N--” He stops abruptly, causing you to blink up at him eventually in confusion. Your eyes narrow and brows furrow when his gaze seems stuck on something, something on you, lowered slightly, eyes pointed towards your stomach. But that makes no sense cause--

“Your hands,” Stiles mumbles, voice a echoed whisper.

Eyes flickering lower, your eyes widen when, as if for the first time, you see the bruising, red and infected cuts you’d inflicted on yourself. Your palm is bleeding lightly, from what you assumed just happened, but you hadn’t truly noticed the cuts were getting that bad. The habit had just suddenly picked up and got worse progressively over time; you hadn’t known you’d been doing that much damage.

Moving to hide your hands, you shake your head; “i’m fine--”

But Stiles is quicker. He grabs your wrist before you can pull away, pulling your left hand closer and turning it upwards so the palm is facing him. You watch with a frown as his lips part, his other hand coming to lightly ghost over the cuts, before his eyes flicker up to your own. “Y/N....”

“I’m fine,” you lie, “really... They’re not that bad--”

“Not that bad! Y/N, you’re bleeding!”

“It’s...”

But you don’t have an excuse.

And it seems Stiles isn’t sure how to reply either. For a moment, both of you are silent, eerily so. Stiles hasn’t let go of your hand, and instead, he watches you carefully as you desperately try to avoid his gaze, frowning heavily.

Then, and it happens with a blink of the eye, he takes a step forward, lips parting; “Y/N, i’m--”

But he’s cut off by a piercing screech. His hands leave your own as you both of you press your palms against your ears, trying to block out the high-pitched screech as you glance around for some sort of answer.

Then, suddenly, it just stops.

“What was...--”

“Stiles,” you call, head turned towards the news vans. There’s a faint growl, and your heart sinks with realization at what it is. “It’s here.”

Stiles’ eyes flicker from you to past you, catching sight of the Beast just as it appears. Your lips part in panic when you notice a figure running towards it; the figure unmistakably being Liam.

“Liam!” You cry, rushing forward only for Stiles to grab a hold of you, pulling you back. “Liam, wait!”

-

“In here, in here!”

Rushing forward, you pull open the door for Hayden and Stiles, glancing over your shoulder briefly just in case as you pull it completely open. Once they’re both through with Liam, you shut the door behind you, locking it just as Stiles calls out; “the desk, the desk!”

A cry from Liam’s lips snaps your gaze round, watching Stiles hastily shove off whatever had been on the desk to make room for the former. You rush forward to help him and Hayden pull Liam on top of the desk, wincing as he lets out another loud cry of pain. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” you soothe softly, rounding the desk to get to the other side and get a closer look at the injury. “It’s okay.”

Liam lets out a grunt.

“Liam?” Hayden whispers, voice pitched in panic.

“I’m okay,”  he groans, jaw clenching as you and Stiles hastily work to pull back the torn shreds of his jersey due to the Beast. It’s merely because your mother is a nurse and some of the horror stories she’s told you that doesn’t have you gasping and gagging like the other two. And, because you know it probably doesn’t help reassure Liam.

“What?” He pants at them, “what, is it bad?”

“No,” Hayden tries to call in reassurance but of course;

“Very.”

“Stiles,” you hiss, sending him a glare.

Lips parted, he simply glances back at you with a wince.

“Okay, okay,” Hayden swallows thickly, “what do you guys usually do when this happens?”

“Oh, I usually pass out.”

Huffing, you sigh; “it’s true.”

“Still might do that.”

“You are not passing out on me,” you growl, sending a narrowed look his way. “Not this time.” Lowering your gaze, you pull back more of his jersey, catching the tail end of Stiles’ eyes rolling and him wobbling on his legs.

“Stiles!”

“Okay, okay.” Inhaling sharply, he nods. “Scott did this with pain. You can trigger it. Pain makes you human.”

“He’s already in pain.”

“No, no, that could work,” you nod, “maybe adding more can take away a little.”

Liam suddenly lets out a cry, sitting out as he pants heavily.

“Okay,” Hayden whispers, shifting lightly. “Take away his pain... take away his pain.” 

Before you know it, she’s leaning forward, grasping Liam lightly by the cheeks as she presses her lips against his. You blink in response, shuffling on your feet, before, instinctively really, your eyes flicker towards Stiles’. Your cheeks warm when his are already on you, quickly adverting your eyes back to the two, focusing on paying attention if the action is helping Liam; even if only a little.

At the black veins that appear across Hayden’s cheeks, you figure it is.

Slowly pulling back, Liam falls back against the desk, letting out heavy, but calm pants.

“Okay,” Stiles whispers, “next time, i’ll kiss him.”

Letting out a snort, you swallow thickly, meeting Stiles’ gaze briefly before glancing down at your hands.

You don’t notice the way his gaze lingers.

-

“Just wait--!”

“I can’t--”

“Liam’s almost healed up, just wait until--”

“It’s Scott, Stiles,” you remind, turning your head over your shoulder to meet his gaze. Frowning, you inhale sharply, deeply. “It’s Scott. I can’t wait.”

Stiles purses his lips, the frown never wavering as he shakes his head at you. You know he doesn’t like the idea, but you can’t wait. Now that Liam’s healing, you can’t just stand around here and wait. The Beast was somewhere out there and so was Scott; and you knew your brother. He was probably out there trying to help kids and save lives. And he’d need help to do it.

Swallowing thickly, Stiles’ grip on you never loosens. Instead, his fingers tighten around your wrist, not painfully, but in a way that begs you to stay. You don’t realize it, but the reason why he’s so desperate for you not to leave is because the last time you ran off like this, you got stabbed and nearly died.

“What about your powers?” Stiles asks gently, voice a whisper. “You still don’t--”

Swallowing thickly, you pry your wrist from his grasp, meeting his eyes firmly; “Scott needs my help.” Then, at his silence, you take a step back, moving towards the door. “Lock the door behind me. Wait until Liam’s good to go before you open it.”

Taking a step forward, Stiles’ shakes his head; “Y/N, just--!”

But you don’t listen.

You’re out the door, shutting it behind you and sending Stiles one last brief glance through the small window. You feel slightly guilty at the panic that floods his eyes, but you know Liam won’t be far behind you. And even if you were terrified and had been the one to ask Scott not to make you use your powers, you could sense he needed you now. And you weren’t going to fail him this time. Not again.

It doesn’t take you long to find him. You follow the sound of growling and roaring and before you know it, you find yourself at the library. You slam the doors open and instantly your eyes zone in on that of the Beast, missing the teenagers hidden in the upstairs section of the library, between shelves and anything else, zoning in on the sight of Scott being tossed back and slammed into the stairs.

His name leaves your lips in a cry, catching the attention of the Beast. You freeze, for just a second, as the Beast’s sharp and cold blue eyes turn to you, focusing in on you. He completely blocks the sight of Scott but you can hear him cry out for you, voice muffled with groans and grunts of pain.

But he can’t help you. That’s what you came here for; to help him. So, you just gotta... do it.

“Okay, Y/N,” you whisper to yourself, shuffling on your feet slightly, swallowing thickly. “You got this.”

Swiping your hands upwards, a small grunt leaves your lips as you feel your powers surge forwards. It floods through your arms, from your shoulders to your fingertips, stopping the Beast just as it takes a lunging steps towards you. The purple aura hits it directly in the chest, sending it flying back into the stairs and just missing Scott who’d scrambled to get out of the way.

With wide eyes, you glance down at your hands. “I can’t believe that worked.”

“Y/N!”

Blinking at Scott’s bellow, your eyes widen when you see the Beast suddenly lunging towards you. How’d it even get up that fast? Your feet scramble beneath you, rushing backwards to avoid it’s hit, watching as it’s claws get closer and closer to you and the panic settles deep within you.

Then, another growl echoes, and the distant cry of duck echoes. You don’’t hesitate to listen, eyes watching as Liam lunges on top of you, his fists slamming into the Beasts head directly, sending it stumbling back.

In the next second, a shotgun firing echoes.

Glancing behind yourself, your eyes widen with relief at the sight of Braeden and Malia, the latter letting out a growl as her eyes glow blue, taking steps forward. The bullets that hit the Beast does more damage then you would’ve expected and, as the two fall next to you, you stand up, meeting Malia’s eyes briefly before flinging your hands before yourself, pushing your powers out of you.

You force the Beast to stay put for as long as you can, it writhing in response to your restraint held on him and the bullets ricochet off of him relentlessly. A scream begins to build at the back of your throat, your face turn red and strained from the force of your powers and keeping them directed. You’re careful not to lose control, now knowing the many teenagers around you.

You’re not like her.

And you’re not. You’re not like Anne. You don’t have to be. You can be different, you can get control of yourself. You just have to focus, Be less afraid. Believe in yourself.

You’re not a monster.

You help protect. Like your brother. Like Malia, Lydia and Liam. Like Stiles. You protect.

Feeling your muscles contract painful, you let out a huff, “I can’t hold on!”

“It’s fine!” Braden calls in response, “it’s hurt!”

Heeding to your words, you pull back, the Beast finally being able to jump up from it’s spot. For a second, you’re afraid it’ll retaliate, but it’s leaping out of the window in the next second, glass shattering loudly, before a light thump echoes as it hits the ground.

Without a second thought, you’re rushing over to Scott.

“You didn’t seriously think you were going to have a chance against that thing, did you?” Braeden bellows, shaking her at Scott who slowly limps over to her.

Panting, Scott shakes his head; “no.” Then, he shifts, and his expression hardens with determination as he glances at the shattered window. “But, I got it’s scent.”

-

With a nod from Kira, you step back, letting the door shut softly behind you.

However, you don’t notice the figures stood at the end of all. At least, not until you move to turn, a small yelp of surprise leaving your lips at the sight. Setting a hand against your chest, you let your eyes drift across the three figures, from Stiles on the far left, to Malia and then Braeden, lips pursing at the looks they’re sending you.

“What?” You whisper, stepping forward and making your way over to them. “What happened?”

Stiles turns to look at Malia who, avoiding his eyes, turns to Braeden.

Brows furrowing, you shake your head; “hello?”

“Tell her,” Braeden speaks up, nodding at Malia and gesturing towards you.

Turning to Malia, you quirk a brow.

“You know how my mother wants to kill me?” You nod, “I think she might want to kill you too.”

Lips parting, you pause; “well,” eyes drifting over to Stiles, you frown. “That’s concerning.”

Stepping forward, Stiles raises his hand; “I should probably have a gun.”

“What?” You exclaim without hesitance, eyes narrowing in absolute bafflement at Stiles. “Why should you have a gun?”

“To protect you,” he says simply.

Scoffing, you shake your head; “i’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself.”

All he sends you is a pointed look.

“I wouldn’t give him a gun anyways,” Braeden says bluntly, crossing her arms over her chest as she turns to look at Stiles sharply.

His eyes bulge; “you have a gun,” his word slightly stammer, obviously coming up with some sort of excuse on why he should on the spot. “The Desert Wolf is trying to kill Y/N,” he gestures to you, to which you blink at him, “and i’d like to be able to protect her.”

“Stiles--”

“Braeden,” Malia cuts in, nodding over at her.

“What?” You mumble to yourself, arms coming up in exasperation.

With a huff, Braeden complies to Stiles wish, mainly because of Malia. But her face makes it clear she’s about to prove her point. Pulling out a handgun from her back pocket, she pulls to bullets out, gesturing the gun over to Stiles. He blinks with realization, hands hovering upwards slightly in preparation.

He doesn’t catch the gun when thrown to him. Instead, he makes a fool of himself, tossing it around a couple of times before it clatters to the ground loudly.

Letting out a sigh, you let your head fall into your hands.

“I probably shouldn’t have a gun.”

-

“My dad’s got an APB out...”

“For a five-eight sixteen-year-old?” You question lightly, turning your body towards Stiles.

“I recommended nine-foot tall rampaging werewolf,” Stiles replies, causing you to let out a snort, shaking your head.

“It still might not be him.”

Your smile fades at that, frowning over at Liam who glances down at his hands, wringing them together. Upon the many eyes that fall on him, he slowly glances up, catching your gaze first. Smiling softly and pitifully down at him, you purse your lips, sending him a knowing look.

Sighing, Liam’s shoulders drop; “but, Hayden’s at the school looking.”

Malia nods; “I can keep checking the woods.”

“My mom can check all the hospitals in the county.”

Blinking at the sound of Scott’s voice, you instantly straighten up in alarm at the sight of him walking into the kitchen. Your eyes drift across his figure in worry, looking for any sign of the injury he’d got last night. You settle, just a little, when you don’t see any.

Smiling, he nods at all of you; “we can find him.”

“What happens then?” Liam asks, not wasting a second.

“We figure out a way to save him,” you assure, smiling at him reassuringly.

“Okay,” Lydia nods, “where else can we look.”

Shuffling on his feet, Scott tilts his head; “we can ask Corey.” Your eyes narrow in confusion but in the next second, Scott’s reaching beside him, grabbing a hold of something, rather someone, and tugging him forward. You blink in surprise when Corey materializes, everyone flinching back in response as his eyes widen and he’s quick and desperate to explain himself;

“Wait, wait! It’s not my fault! They took him and I couldn’t do anything--”

“Who?”

“The Dread Doctors.”

-

“If you’re trusting Theo, i’m coming with.”

“Y/N--”

“It’s just a given,” you cut off, turning to meet Scott’s gaze with a nod. “We said we had each other’s back, remember? So,” you tilt your head for emphasis, “i’m coming with.”

Stopping you from walking further, Scott gently grasps your wrist in his hand, stepping in front of you. He steps close, causing you to crane your head upwards to properly meet his gaze, blinking up at him in surprise. It’s then, as you get a proper look, you see the concern in his gaze. The panic. It causes you to falter, just slightly, frowning.

“Are you sure?” He questions softly, nodding down at you, desperate for you to see just how serious he really is. “Because don’t feel like you have to do this. That anyone’s expecting you to. It’s okay if you can’t,” and then, he pauses, swallowing thickly. “I’d understand if you can’t.”

“It’s getting better, Scott,” you whisper, a light smile curling onto your lips. “It’s gotten better.”

His brows raise in surprise at that, lips parting; “it has?”

“Yeah,” you smile, nodding your head. “At the game, I had another episode. I tried to find you, but couldn’t. And it was bad. it was like this burning fire inside my stomach and I was so scared, terrified, that I was going to hurt someone. But then...” You pause a moment, lowering your gaze to your feet, licking your lips. “Stiles came. I ended up throwing him back but... but he snapped me out of it.”

Scott blinks, “Stiles did?”

“Yeah, but not just him,” you shake your head. “I think, similar to how you couldn’t heal until we were all together, I needed things to be better. I needed you back, and the rest of the pack. And... even if Stiles and I are... well, you know, we’re better. I think. But, it’s helping. It really is. It helped enough that I was able to hold off the Beast, even for just a bit, and help you without spiraling out of control.”

Lips parted slightly, Scott nods slowly, his grip easing as his gaze softens.

“And I can’t let Theo tear us all apart again.”

“He won’t,” Scott assures, not wasting a second to do so. “He won’t ever again.”

“I know,” you say softly, smiling up at Scott. “But, I need to be there. I need to go with you and Liam. Keep you safe.”

And then, Scott’s smile falters, even if only a little. Running a hand through his hair, brushing it back and out his face, he sighs. “Maybe it’s my turn to keep you safe...”

“You keep me safe all time,” you say simply, shrugging your shoulders up at Scott with a flicker of confusion at his comment. It didn’t make sense to you. How could he say that and not realize that his entire life, he’s been keeping you safe? That you feel safe every time he’s around and that while Stiles and the rest of the pack helped, it was him who held you together when you were falling part.

And it was him only.

“Just by having you by my side, I feel safer.”

Eyes widening in surprise, Scott pulls back; “really?”

“Yeah,” you say with ease, letting out a light chuckle at his surprise. “Of course.”

His shoulders fall, settling and his entire body relaxes. Scott’s lips curve upwards to mimic your smile and taking a small step back, he nods down at you. “Okay,” he whispers, “let’s do this then. Let’s find Mason.”

-

“They called him Der Soldat. That’s German for ‘The Soldier’.”

Inhaling deeply, you follow two steps behind your brother and Liam, already feeling the sour taste in your mouth develop at the sight of Theo. Every time you see him, you think; I can’t possibly hate him more than I do now. You’re wrong every time.

“I’m pretty sure he fought in World War Two.” Theo continues, spinning around to face the three of you.

“And he was a Nazi,” Scott adds, nodding.

“And an alpha werewolf.”

Pursing your lips, your brows furrow.

“The Dread Doctors were using him to prolong their lives,” Theo explains, “they’ve been doing it for decades. Actually, probably longer.” 

Concern bleeds into Liam’s expression and with a shake of his head, he sighs; “how old are these guys?”

“Who knows,” Theo shrugs, “but wherever they go, he goes, too.”

Inhaling sharply, you step forward, falling next to your brother and sending Theo a pointed look. “So, where do we find him?”

Theo’s eyes flicker over to your own, slowly and carefully, and you ignore the bit of fear, the way your body tenses in response, pushing the feeling to the back of your mind. The key was to fight the fear, not let it consume you like you had. And that became ten times harder when dealing with Theo. But you were determined to hold strong; you were getting better and you were not going to let yourself fall again.

“Keeping him alive requires a pretty unique set of conditions,” he frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. “There’s got to be a power source. It has to be underground...--”

“And on a telluric current.” Scott finishes for Theo, reaching into the pocket of his jean jacket and pulling out a folded slip of paper; the telluric map. With hesitance, he holds it towards Theo, and you watch him take it was a careful eye.

Pulling it open, the edges of his lips curl upwards; “looks like we’re going for a hike.”

-

“Where is he?”

“I thought we were looking for him.”

“You know who i’m talking about.”

Meeting Liam’s eyes briefly, you sigh.

“Deucalion?” Theo quirks a brow.

Scott shakes his head adamantly, “you shouldn’t trust him.”

Tilting his head, Theo is careful to remind Scott of the fact; “and you’re the one who let him live.”

Scoffing, you huff; “we’re not murderers.”

“You still think you’re gonna get through all this without killing anyone?”

Scott glances back at you, meeting your eyes carefully, before his hisses out; “no one said that.”

It’s then, out of the corner of your eye, you notice Liam slow. With a faint call of Scott’s name, you pull both his and Theo’s attention on Liam, watching him carefully as his eyes remains lowered, pausing in thought. Then, after a moment, he nods; “we’re close.”

“You get his scent?”

Meeting Scott’s eyes, he nods.

“Okay,” Theo says slowly, “which way?”

Liam doesn’t respond. He’s careful to avoid Theo’s gaze, turning to Scott, his alpha, the expression in his eyes saying it all. He doesn’t want to tell Theo and he definitely doesn’t want to bring Theo along.

Letting out a light chuckle, Theo paces on his feet; “you think you’re gonna leave me behind?”

Quirking a brow, you smirk over at Theo; “it would be preferable.”

Rolling his eyes at you, Theo takes a step towards you; “trust me, princess, you need me.”

Your eyes narrow at his pet name, jawing clenching. You can feel your anger swell, a long line of it given everything Theo’s done, but, the second you take a step towards him, Scott calls out sharply; “Liam.” And at the look on his face, it’s clear there’s no room left for argument.

Scoffing, you shake your head.

“Look,” Liam calls, still hesitant, “he wants to kill him.”

“I just want his power,” Theo says simply. “You want to fight someone that actually wants to kill Mason? Go fight Parrish.”

“Who’d you see when you put on the mask?”

“I already told you,” Theo huffs, “it wasn’t Mason.”

“Who was it?”

Turning to Scott, Theo sighs; “I saw a man dying in the snow,” he shrugs. “He was impaled on a spear.”

Scott’s eyes widen with realization; “it’s called a pike. Lydia told us the story.”

Nodding to yourself, you hum; “I remember.”

“Then you all know what it means.” Theo reminds, “time’s running out. Where is he, Liam? What direction?”

Liam’s clearly reluctant. But however, despite how much you might hate it, you can’t argue that right now, you do need Theo. So, with a small shuffle forward, you set your hand on Liam’s shoulder, pulling his eyes on you with a surprised blink. Sighing, you just nod, your expression clearly showing your distaste. But, in that moment, you can tell Liam understands just as much as you and Scott do.

There is no other option.

Stepping forward, Liam huffs; “this way.”

You follow Liam for a few more minutes, not that long, before you catch sight of some hut looking thing. Liam’s pace considerably quickens and he’s racing towards the door without second thought, reaching out to open it, desperate to get to Mason.

However, Scott stops him before he can. Grabbing hold of his wrist, Scott turns to Liam; “listen,” he guides.

You can’t hear, not as well as them. But if the widened expression on Liam’s face and the hope that bleeds into his gaze is anything to go by, you figure it has to be good. At least, as good as it can be.

“It’s him.”

He’s pulling open the door then, practically swinging it open. Scott sets his hand gently on your back, making sure you go in before him before following after you, Theo on the tail end. Rushing down the steps right behind Liam, you hesitate, slowing a little as you reach the bottom of the stairs. You duck, trying to peer through as best you can.

“Mason?” Liam whispers, making his way down the rest of the steps.

At one last turn, your eyes widen at the sight of Mason.

You all rush forward, Liam in the front, not hesitating a moment before he crouches down before Mason. You crouch down on the opposite side of him, Scott and Theo still stood, as your eyes drift across Mason for sight of any injuries. There aren’t really any, except for the giant needle sticking out of the back of his head that connects to a tube of what you can only guess someone who was once human.

Glancing back at Scott with wide eyes, you frown; “it’s connected to him.”

-

“What is this thing?”

Narrowing your eyes at Theo, you expect him to have an answer.

“I don’t know,” he mumbles, causing you to sigh as he shuffles on his feet. For a brief moment you take notice of the fact that he actually seems surprise. That he actually seems bewildered by the sight as much as you, Scott and Liam do. For once, he almost looks as if he doesn’t know everything.

“Liam,” Mason cries, voice weak, raspy. “I can feel it,” he gasps, “it’s in my skull.”

Mason movement causes the machine to whir, whatever that means. But, you assume it isn’t anything good.

“Don’t move,” Liam warns, voice desperate.

“Be careful.”

Spinning his head round towards Theo, Liam cries out; “what’re they doing to him?”

“I don’t know.”

Scoffing, you shake your head. “You’re supposed to.”

Theo’s eyes widen in response to your comment, and, still stood back, he huffs. “I’ve never--”

“Guys,” Scott cuts in, sending you a sharp look. “Let’s focus. Mason, we’re gonna get you out of here.” Mason doesn’t respond, and you don’t blame him. Instead, Scott directs his attention on you and Liam, nodding at you specifically. “Hold him still,” he warns and you’re quick to listen. Shifting forward like Liam, you grab hold of Mason’s arm and shoulder while Liam holds onto him by his waist.

“Okay,�� Scott inhales sharply, “all right. I’m going to try to pull it out.”

Breathless, Mason nods.

“Let me know if it hurts...”

The second Scott grabs hold of the needle, Mason lets out a piercing scream. His body tenses beneath your touch and he’s moving to fight you. Scott’s quick to let go, hands falling by his side helplessly.

“It hurts!” Mason groans. “It definitely hurts.”

Turning to you and Liam, Scott swallows thickly; “I barely moved it.”

There’s a moment of silence, your eyes on Scott. The second you notice his eyes widen in alarm, falling on something past Liam, your own narrow in concern. But it’s then, as you turn to follow his gaze, you hear the familiar clicking. And, as you turn to look, your fears of what that noise is is only confirmed when you find a Dread Doctor stood directly behind Theo.

But the clicking continues, and your eyes widen as it gets louder. Glancing around, you swallow thickly at the sight of two more.

Scott pushes himself up to his feet, pacing to the middle as Theo follows his lead. “They wanted us here,” Theo mumbles, glancing around.

“Liam, Y/N,” you blink at the sound of your voice, “try to get that thing out of Mason’s neck.”

Meeting Liam’s gaze, you nod, shuffling forward. You grip onto Mason as Liam’s attention falls on the needle, his hands hovering around it, hesitant.

You flinch at the feeling of a thumping footstep, one of the Dread Doctors moving. “Theo,” it calls through it’s static-sounding voice. “Theo Raeken.”

“He’s coming with us.” 

“Failure,” it continues, ignoring Theo. “Theo Raeken.”

Brows furrowed, you tilt your head, enough to see his face. You take note of the fact that at the Dread Doctor’s words, he seems to falter, his face hardening, becoming distressed as he stammers; “i’m not... i’m not a failure.”

“Liam,” Mason gasps, grabbing a hold of his friend. “Get out of here. Just go....”

“Not a complete failure,” the Dread Doctor compromises, “we learned from you.”

“Theo,” your brother calls softly, “he’s trying to get to you. This is what they want, don’t give it to them. We can’t beat them.”

“The mark of a true failure. Repeating the same mistake again and again.”

“We’re taking Mason,” Theo growls, turning towards Scott with a tilt of his head. Your lips part when you notice, faintly, the glow of his eyes, not missing the growl in his voice as he continues. “Then i’m taking what’s mine.”

Pushing yourself up to your feet, you tense as the Dread Doctor comes to a complete stop in front of Theo.

“Let him go.”

“You have the entitlement and narcissism typical of your generation. In that, you are a profound success..

“Liam,” you hiss, “try it again.”

He listens, surprisingly, his hand gripping the needle reluctantly. However, one tug and Mason’s letting out a painful cry once again, instantly halting Liam’s actions. With wide and panicked eyes, he turns to your brother. “Scott, I can’t get it out. I... I don’t know what to do.”

Scott races towards Mason, crouching before him.

“But,” the Dread Doctor speaks up, “your failure taught us one thing. The banality of evil. That you were and would always be an ordinary evil.”

“You think i’m ordinary?” Theo growls.

“We believed that to resurrect the perfect killer we had to start with the perfect evil. From you we learned true evil only comes by corrupting something truly good.”

Inhaling sharply, you shake your head, turning to your brother and Liam. “Not something.”

“Someone,” Liam finishes, glancing over at Mason.

Theo lunges at the surgeon before him. And against your better judgement, you find yourself jumping to your feet when all he manages to do is slam his clawed fist against metal. You hear, distantly, Scott cry out for you in panic, but you don’t listen, ducking a nearly successful hit across the head. Raising your hand, you turn to the Dread Doctor directly in front of you, halting it’s movements for enough time to kick your leg out at it.

“Okay,” you wince, stumbling back, “not a good idea.” 

Ignoring the pain that radiates through your leg, you stumble back at the approaching surgeon, trying to gain your balance before a figure jumps past you. You blink in realization at the sight of Liam, knocking the Dread Doctor that had been after you, back.

“Y/N!”

Spinning round at Scott calling your name, you meet his eyes, understanding his meaning when he takes a step forward the last and final Dread Doctor. Kicking your leg back, you push your focus into holding the Dread Doctor in place, giving Scott enough time to run and lunge at it. His his practically does nothing.

Liam is tossed past you, distracting you when the surgeon steps towards you, allowing the other Dread Doctor to easily toss Scott aside.

Swallowing thickly, you glance around, whilst stumbling back, trying to find something. Your eyes zone in on the first thing, some sort of barrel, flickering your eyes towards the Dread Doctor and sending the object directly into it. You freeze when it does nothing.

“Well, shit,” you sigh, shuffling back.

“Y/N!” Scott cries, just as the Dread Doctor latches it’s hand around your throat, easily picking you up off your feet and into the air.

Gasping for breath, you claw at the hand, staring into the black eyes that stare back at you, kicking your feet wildly beneath you. You can’t tell, but Scott nor Liam can’t get to you because of the other Dread Doctor, and it’s clear Theo had already been preoccupied by the one that had been taunting him. Which means, you’re on your own.

Trying to calm your racing heart, the sound of Mason bellowing barely reaches your own ears as you let your eyes fall shut, forcing yourself to ignore the shortness of breath and the desperation for air. You put all your focus, just for a moment, into yourself, feeling that similar fire as the night of the game bubble deep inside of you. However, this time, you have control. This time, it’s you forcing it out.

Letting out a cry, your eyes flicker open, glowing purple as a heat of red floods you and the Dread Doctor. Your own flames don’t touch you, but the definitely touch the monster blocking off your air. However, despite the progress, despite the amount of controlled power that had just left you, the flames don’t do anything. It barely even effects the Dread Doctor.

That’s when the panic settles back in.

You can feel your face grow hot, feel yourself begging for air but not being able to get any. Your nails dig into the metal of the Dread Doctor, feet kicking wildly beneath you, trying to break away.

And just as you see black bleed into the corners of your eyes, the tightness around your throat eases.

You fall to your knees with a thud, a loud gasp breaking past your lips as your hand falls against your neck, skin sweaty as you inhale deeply and sharply. A body hovers next to you in seconds, and you glance up to meet Scott’s worried gaze, before turning to look behind you. Your eyes widen in surprise at the sight of Mason stood up, dropping the needle that had been stuck in him, breathless.

This cannot be good.

“Transformation,” one of the Dread Doctors begins, “transformation without frequency.”

Your lips part as a cloud of black smoke forms around Mason’s feet, slowly crawling up his body. But nothing beats the way his eyes begin to glow blue and the faint sound of him growling echoes. He’s turning into the Beast.

“Mason!” Liam cries.

“That is not my name.” Mason growls, but it’s not him. His voice is distorted, deep, unrecognizable. It isn’t Mason. “My name...”

And before your very eyes, he turns into the Beast,

One by one, the Beast takes out the Dread Doctors until there’s only one left. Scott is quick to pull you to your feet and into a corner, tucked with Liam, as you watch the Beast stomp it’s way over to the last one and in turn Theo. However, his attention doesn’t seem to be focused on Theo at all, easily knocking him aside and zoning in on the last surgeon.

The last thing the surgeon says is “success” before the Beast is digging it’s claws into the surgeons stomach, piercing the metal and causing the Dread Doctor to bellow over in pain. Clinging onto Scott, you press your back firmly against the wall behind you, watching in bewilderment as the Beast tosses the last Dread Doctor aside, it’s body limp, and drags it with him.

With Scott’s help, you pull yourself up to your feet, Liam with the two of you, rushing out of the room and out back into the forest. You blink at the sight of Parrish, or rather, the Hell Hound, lunging on to the Beast just as it drops the last Dread Doctor.

This was something you clearly didn’t understand. The only thing you did was that the Hell Hound meant to kill the Beast, but the Beast was also Mason.

Gun shots fire and you don’t have to even glance to know it’s Chris Argent, however, your eyes narrow at the sight of Gerard following closely behind him. Scott had told you what Chris had done, but, this is the first time you’ve seen Gerard in person.

The Beast cries out in pain, obviously feeling cornered, until eventually Chris stops. Your eyes narrow, trying to get a good look as the Beast somehow disappears, transforming into something else; something human. But, it’s not Mason.

“La Bete du Gevaudan!” Gerard cries aloud causing you to blink in bafflement. “I know your name. Do you remember mine?”

The man, this... La Bete du Gevaudan only hesitates a moment before spitting out, with clear hatred, the name; “Argent.”

In the next second, he’s running off and Parrish is quick to follow after him.

Stopping next to Chris and Gerard, Scott huffs; “who the hell is that?”

“You’ve seen the Beast of Gevaudan. That was the Man.” Gerard nods.

Turning to Chris, your lips part as he sighs.

“Sebastian Valet.”

-

“Can you keep him alive?”

“I’m not sure he technically is alive.”

“Screw keeping him alive,” Liam scoffs, “how do we get him to talk?”

“Personally, I don’t think we utilize torture nearly enough.”

“For once,” you sigh, meeting Stiles gaze, “I agree.”

Scott just shakes his head.

Then, Liam suddenly asks; “do you hear that?”

And you pause, halting just for a second to see if you do hear anything. But, of course, you don’t. You don’t hear anything and you’re left to glance over at Stiles questioningly as Liam and Scott glance around, faces furrowing in confusion and bewilderment.

In the next second, the Dread Doctor springs upwards and you let out a cry, your hands falling to your ears and pressing hard in response to the loud piercing screech. You stumble back on your feet, the entire floor beneath you rumbling as you wince, a light groan leaving your lips, desperate for the noise to ease, to disappear.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the Dread Doctor standing up on it’s feet, moving to leave.

Hands fall on you, tucking you into another. It takes you a second to realize it’s Stiles, but you don’t hesitate to curl into him, muscles straining as you try to block out the noise.

“Liam!” Scott cries, and somehow you hear it amongst all else. “Wait!”

Shifting in Stiles’ grasp, your eyes widen in alarm as Liam lunges towards the Doctor only to be sent flying back by some sort of force. It almost appears as if some sort of blue aura, it pulsating around Liam and sending him crashing into the wall of the clinic, clattering to the ground with a cry of pain.

The Dread Doctor escapes, and the piercing eases.

Slowly pulling your hands from your face, Stiles pulling back from you, you glance around in confusion, only for a second later for all of the examining tables to shake violently. You flinch back back, slamming into Stiles as all the tables slam into the adjacent wall, hard, before falling to the ground.

Liam is up on his feet, racing forward, in the next second and Scott moves to follow him.

“Wait!” Deaton bellows, his hand reaching out before him, racing forward. 

The two stop, electricity sparking.

“It’s electrified.”

Brows furrowing, your shoulders fall.

Silence follows for a moment, before Scott calls out; “the cane.”

And you’re confused for only a moment, before, you realize they’re listening in on whatever conversation is happening outside the clinic.

“But they took it,” Liam adds, “they took the cane.”

-

“Maybe there’s something in here. Something about how he was a Genetic Chimera?”

“Mason had a vanishing twin.”

“Now we’ve got a vanishing Mason,” Stiles sighs, and you roll your eyes at his poorly placed attempt at a joke. Or... something.

“What does that have to do with him turning into a two-hundred-and-a-fifty-year-old French guy?” Liam stammers, “how does that even happen?”

“Hold on,” Deaton eases, “Scott might have something. Mason’s twin wasn’t entirely gone. That’s what made him a Genetic Chimera.”

“Okay,” you say slowly, licking your lips in thought. “The DNA was still there.”

“Metaphorically speaking,” Deaton nods, “the DNA of Mason could still be inside Sebastien as well.”

Lips parting, Stiles’ brows furrow; “how?”

“Life is energy,” Deaton begins, gesturing his hands around in explanation, “energy doesn’t just disappear. The Dread Doctors may have found a way to break the rules of the Supernatural world but there are some rules that simply won’t break.”

“So,” Liam starts, hopeful, “Mason can’t just be gone?”

“Somewhere in Sebastien he has to still exist in some form.”

Out of the corner of your eye you notice Stiles slowly pick up the helmet of the Dread Doctor you’d picked up from outside, glancing down at it in deep thought.

“A spark of energy,” Deaton continues, “a flicker of memory.”

“Hang on...” Stiles calls, confirming your previously thought thoughts. “Liam, you said Mason said something right before he turned.”

“He said, ‘that’s not my name’.”

Your eyes widen with realization. “He finally remembered his name.”

“Damnatio Memoriae.”

That’s right. Stiles had explained it early, a while back. That’s...

“That’s what they wanted.” Liam exclaims, nodding. “They wanted Sebastien to remember his name.”

“Scott, you know the myth of what happens when you call a werewolf by it’s given name?”

Scott’s eyes ease with recognition; “it turns back to human.”

Letting out a puff of air, you shake your head; “what does that mean?” Meeting Scott’s gaze, you push; “someone can just walk up to the Beast, yell Mason’s name and turn him back?”

"Not someone.”

“Lydia.”

-

“Lydia, this is gonna have to stay just between us since I can get fired for it.”

Fair enough.

“It’s a cortisone shot,” Scott explains lightly, smiling reassuringly down at her. “It’s gonna bring the inflammation down.”

Weakly, Lydia nods, eyes hazed.

Pulling the cap off the needle, Melissa nods at Lydia, who, in response, pulls her arm out, palm facing upwards. Instantly, Melissa winces, shaking her head. “Not there.” And you tense when you realize she means the needle’s gonna have to go in her neck, directly where she’d been hurt.

“Oh, yeah, okay,” Stiles gasps from beside you, “I’m gonna need to leave.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Melissa says simply, eyes still focused on her task. “You’re going to hold her hand.”

You falter, just for a moment. Just briefly. A flash of jealousy bleeding into your senses before you realize, this isn’t about you. There is more pressing things at hand. So, swallowing thickly, you take a step back as Stiles takes a step forward, huffing, “okay, fine. I’m not leaving, but I still might faint.”

You force yourself not to focus on the sight of his hand slipping into her own.

You’re being stupid, you hiss at yourself. Stop being so childish.

“Okay,” Melissa says softly, “here we go.”

In the next second, Liam’s body thuds to the ground. Blinking down at him, you roll your eyes.

As Scott steps forward to check on him, you replace his place, falling next to Lydia and setting your hand softly in her lap, meeting her gaze briefly with a reassuring nod. You know it won’t help the pain or really, anything else. But, you hope it makes her feel better. Even if only a little.

“Okay, Lydia, this is gonna hurt like a bitch.”

-

“Stiles, just slow--!”

He doesn’t listen, swinging open the door to your house without a moment of hesitance. However, he doesn’t make it even a step farther before a gun is pointed directly at his chest.

Eyes widening, your heart begins to pound madly against your chest.

“Oh, damn...”

You hadn’t noticed Malia. Not at first at least. But you’re glad she’s there because in the next second she’s lunging forward, grabbing Stiles’ by the arms and tossing him out of the way before turning to her mother and blocking you from her line of shot. As they scramble and fight against each other, you squeeze past, rushing over to Stiles.

“Stiles?” You call softly, pulling him up and towards yourself. “Hey, Stiles?” 

He groans out in response but a tiny puff of relief leaves your lips when you realize he’s at least okay. He looks a little shaken and definitely dazed, but...

“Okay, okay, here.” Helping him up, you notice a second too late the figure of Malia’s mom, Malia this time completely out of sight, you and Stiles both glancing up at her slowly.

In the next second, Stiles is lunging to his feet, hopping over the couch with the intent to attack her. However, he doesn’t make it far, Malia’s mother grabbing Stiles and flipping him over, letting him slam into the cracked and broken glass table, stomach first.

Your eyes widen, unable to hide the cry of panic that leaves your voice as you bellow out; “Stiles?”

He spins round at the sound of your voice, rolling to his back, which then reveals the rather large shard of glass pierce directly into his shoulder. Your breath halts, getting choked at the back of your throat at the sight, the blood coating the clear glass. Slowly, Stiles’ eyes flicker up to your own, holding your gaze as his own lulls and rolls to the back of his head.

“Stiles!”

A cry of anger leaves your lips, directed only at Malia’s mother. It forces her back, slamming her aside and into the adjacent wall as you easily climb over the couch, ignoring the faint pain that radiates through your knees as you crouch next to Stiles, hands hovering over the shard.

“Jesus!” Stiles bellows, eyes bulging in pain.

“Okay, okay,” you gasp, “okay, i’m gonna pull it out, okay? I’m gonna...”

“Is that the right thing to do?” Stiles cries, wide eyes falling on your own amongst the pain.

“I don’t know!” You exclaim, shaking your head. “I think!”

“Y/N!”

“Trust me!”

He falls silent at that, and you ignore, just for the moment, as gun shots bellow. You try to act quickly, knowing Malia needs your help, but selfishly, Stiles comes first. He’ll... he’ll always come first.

“Okay, it’s gonna hurt. I’ll count to three.” Stiles just groans, face turning white as he withers in the spot. “One, two... three!” You rip it out, wincing as Stiles cries out in pain, his hand instantly falling to his shoulder and gripping on tightly. Swallowing thickly, you hastily brush back your hair, ripping off a strand of your shirt and moving Stiles’ arm, carefully, to wrap the clothe around, tying it tightly.

“It’ll help,” you explain numbly, nodding down at the look Stiles sends you.

Shifting, he moves to sit up, groaning slightly. You move to ask him if he’s alright before another gun shot rings and the familiar cry of Malia echoes.

Turning to you, Stiles’ eyes widen; “plan A.”

Nodding, you pull his backpack off of him, hastily searching through for the jar Scott had given him. Once you find it, you don’t waste any time, pushing yourself up to your feet, and turning, moving to the edge of the hallway adjacent to Malia. “Malia!” You bellow, “here!”

She catches the jar, recognizing it and you watch in anticipation as her mother continues to rush forward, stabbing her claws directly into Malia in the next second. Your body tenses in response, swallowing thickly as the jar falls to the ground, shattering.

There’s a moment of wonder, of panic, as her mother growls; “I want my power back,” but then, Malia’s eyes glow and, mimicking her mothers actions, she stabs her claws into her, her mother’s eyes instantly widening in fear of realization.

“I want my family back.”

Plan A works. You can sense and see Malia getting stronger as her mother gets weaker, stumbling back as a gasp of pain leaves her lips, her hands falling to her stomach.

She doesn’t make it very far, however, before Braeden appears, knocking her out.

You let out a sigh of relief, nodding at Malia when she meets your gaze.

“Okay,” you breathe after a moment, pulling everyone’s eyes on you. “Is everyone okay?”

“I,” Stiles calls, raising his hand (his good arm), “for one, could be better.”

-

Y/N...

With a soft groan, you shift at the noise, eyes flickering open momentarily.

Y/N, help me.

Your eyes snap open at that, the voice familiar. Strangely familiar. You knew it, but in that moment couldn’t place it. Couldn’t place a face to the voice or understand why when you heard it, it made your body freeze and your chest tighten and everything feel cold.

Nor could you understand why you were hearing the voice in the first place.

Help me... please.

“Theo...”

That’s why you knew the voice. That’s why it scared you to hear it.

It was... Theo. But that didn’t make sense. Scott had told you that Theo had been taken by his sister, where? You weren’t exactly sure. But he’d been dragged viciously through a hole in the earth. You remembered the relief that had flooded you at the news; even if you hadn’t been there to actually see his demise nor had you had any part in it, to know Theo was gone and ended up where he rightfully deserved had left you feeling at peace.

Even if only a little.

So why were you hearing him?

You’re the only one I can reach. Talk to.

Bringing your knees up to your chest, you press your chin against your knees, your hands falling to your ears as your eyes scrunch shut. You try to block out the noise, try to ignore the voice. Because it wasn’t possible. Theo shouldn’t be able to talk to you; he was... he was gone.

And you don’t want to hear him. You thought, finally, you’d gotten rid of him from your life. Even if you’d known the effects of what he’d done wouldn’t just disappear like him, you’d felt some relief at the thought that you wouldn’t have to face him everyday at school. Especially in your final year. That maybe, finally, things would just go smoothly.

So why?

We had a connection. You know it. You felt it.

“Shut up,” you whisper, shaking your head. “Just shut up.”

You can’t block me out. I’m in your head. And I won’t leave until you help me.

“No,” you mumble, words spilling past your lips rapidly and without rational thought. It barely occurs to you in that moment that you’re home, in your bed, and it’s the middle of the night. That Scott can probably hear you, and maybe even Melissa if you’re speaking louder then you think you are. But you can’t focus on that.

You want Theo gone.

“No, leave me alone. I-I won’t help you.”

Please, Y/N...

“No.” You argue, forcing emphasis on the word.

The fact that he even thinks, after all he’s done, that you would actually help him...

“Get out of my head. Get out.”

We had a connection, Y/N. We both know we did--

“No,” you hiss, “we didn’t.”

Yes, we did.

“Shut up. Just shut up.”

Help me, Y/N. Please. It’s... It’s hell down here.

“Good. It’s what you deserve.”

Y/N...

He won’t stop. He continues. Relentlessly. You feel yourself slipping with every time he speaks, turning inconsolable as you try to force him out. You can’t handle it, can’t imagine hearing him speaking into your own head for a moment longer.

And it hurts, aches, every time he speaks. You grow more and more irritated every time you hear his voice begging for your help. The audacity he has to even do so after how much he’d fucked everything up...

You’re surprised it takes you as long as it does to lose control.

“Get out!”

It’s a scream. It tears past your lips, shocking you. But as you pull your hands away from your ears, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your shoulder ease with realization that he’s gone. Theo’s gone. You can’t hear him.

A light knock on your door pulls you from your thoughts. “Y/N?”

It’s Scott.

“I’m fine!” You call quickly, maybe a little too quickly, shaking your head. “I’m okay. I’m... I’m okay. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Scott pauses, “you were screaming--”

“A nightmare.” Then you cringe. “But just a plain old nightmare. It’s fine. I’m fine, don’t worry about it.”

There’s an echo of silence, your heart pounding against your chest. But then, your eyes fall on your door knob, watching as it turns and Scott slowly steps in. There’s a deep frown on his lips and he looks concerned. “We promised we weren’t going to hide things from each other anymore, remember?”

Sighing, you frown, he’s right. You did promise that.

“I can’t explain it,” you shrug, meeting his eyes. “I just woke up and... Theo was talking to me?”

“Theo?” Scott questions, brows furrowed in bafflement. “But his sister--”

“I know and he was still with his sister, somewhere... He was...” Shaking your head, you swallow thickly. “He was asking me to help him. He said we had a connection and that he wasn’t going to stop until I got him out. But I got him out. I just... forced him out.” At the look on Scott’s face, you sigh; “I don’t understand it either.”

“But...” And Scott hesitates, frowning deeply. “You’re okay?”

You smile softly at that, nodding. “I’m okay, Scott. I promise.”

“Okay,�� he nods and then he takes a step back, as if to leave. “If you need anything--”

Your smile brightens; “you’ll be the first one I go to.”

Satisfied with that, Scott bids you goodnight and leaves, shutting your door softly behind him. You watch him, waiting until you’re sure he’s far enough before letting out a shaky breath.

You might not hear Theo now, but that didn’t mean he still couldn’t come back.

Nor did you know why you could hear him in the first place.

-

With a small smile, you set your hand on Scott’s shoulder, pulling his gaze on you, tilted slightly.

“You okay?” You question softly, flickering your eyes faintly towards the shelf, where your signatures from the beginning of the year still laid. But most importantly, where Scott had also signed Allison’s initials.

Scott smile mimics your own and turning towards you completely, he nods. “Yeah,” he assures, “just... thinking.”

“You know,” you start lightly, “I think she’d be really proud of you, Scott.”

His eyes flood with hope, with this certain desperation and his lips part; “really?”

“Yeah,” you nod, quickly and firmly. “You’ve really become a hero, Scott. Someone worth following.” And then, pausing a moment, you shrug your shoulders. “I know i’m proud of you.”

Scott sets his hand over your own, squeezing it as you pull it from his shoulder. His gaze holds your steadily, smiling brightly at you. “Couldn’t have done it without you, Y/N. Any of it.”

Cheeks warming slightly, you lower your gaze, eyes falling on your feet briefly, before you laugh up at Scott. “Stiles and Lydia are waiting for us,” you explain gently, “you ready?”

“Yeah. Yeah, let’s go.”

And you do. The both of you easily make your way down the steps, quickly catching sight of Lydia and Stiles just entering the library. They turn to you both as you make your way over, multiple greetings passing between the four of you as Scott takes a seat next to Stiles and you take one next to Lydia, directly in front of Stiles.

Time passes, conversation passing between all of you as you all idly work on your school work. But, amongst the conversation, you drift off, unable to stop yourself from glancing in front of yourself, directly at Stiles. And your cheeks warm when you realize he’d already been glancing at you, distant from the conversation too.

There’s a knowing look in both of your eyes. But one you don’t understand.

You can’t ignore the way your heart races when you meet his eyes, or the way your lips instinctively curl upwards in response. And you can’t ignore the way his eyes gaze back at your own, with what you can only describe as warm, or that his entire body seems to ease when he recognizes you looking back at him too. And it just seems to make sense then, the two of you off in your own little world.

But then Lydia’s calling for you and the moment is broken, and as you turn to answer her question, you fight the warmth that threatens to grow on your cheeks, for some reason embarrassed.

When you chance a glance back at Stiles, his attention is on Scott and your heart falls a little at the realization that whatever could’ve come from that moment; it’s gone now.

-

Part 39?

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[voidstilesplease]

in another life

part two

Stiles assures Theo answers for all of their questions -god knows they have so many- tomorrow. Theo's reluctant at first, doesn't intend to let go of Stiles's words hanging in between them: "You think she's alive?" Eventually, Theo nods, finding something in Stiles's eyes and placing his trust in him. An odd feeling of protectiveness settles in Stiles's stomach at the vulnerability that Theo freely displays - in the past, he used to act guarded like everyone was out to get him. Granted, Theo had conned most of them before with charm and fake tears, and it's not above him to try it again if Theo could gain something worthy from it. But Stiles doesn't feel the usual tingle in his bones when he meets some shady criminal mastermind. His instincts have gotten him this far, so he gives it credit.

Stiles sighs. Innocent until proven guilty. He hopes Deaton has answers that expose the truth.

In the meantime, they have saddled him with more responsibility: bringing Theo home with him. Theo refuses to be stuck with either Liam or Mason any longer, it is unwise to put Theo alone with Melissa, and stupid to leave him unattended. So Stiles is the only viable choice. Plus, Theo thinks they're together. It only makes sense. Maybe.

It probably won't to his dad initially, but hey, after a while of normalcy, even he will acknowledge the need for something to go down - even dressed as Theo Raeken.

•••

They're in Stiles's Jeep, driving home to the Stilinski's, and it is a little disconcerting how Theo seems to be accustomed to his car. Theo had seen and been in the Jeep before, but this is different. He's too comfortable in the cramped space, even knows how to operate Stiles's defective radio. And the way he leans against the seat on the passenger's side and knows where to keep the screwdriver Stiles uses to manipulate the ignition is boggling his head worse than the snow outside.

Stiles draws in a breath, glancing sideways to his quiet company. "So, um, Deaton," he says, "we're going to Dr. Deaton tomorrow."

Theo turns to him, frowning. "What kind of doctor? Are you taking me to a shrink? Babe, I'm not crazy. What happened is freaky, but you have to believe me."

Okay, the babe thing, they're going to have to iron that wrinkle as soon as possible. Not even Lydia called him babe when they dated, and certainly not Malia. It's a cosmic joke that the once bane of his existence gets to call him that first. "No, he's not a shrink," Stiles promises him. "He's a veterinarian. But he knows about these things."

Theo arches a brow, "He knows about teleportation?"

"Telepor-" Stiles creases his forehead, jerking his head to Theo. The latter is expectant when he looks back. Stiles blinks, disbelieving and a little horrified. There's also a small bubble of hysteria beginning to form in his stomach. Somehow, this takes the cake in the weirdness of the situation. Because, of course, Theo also doesn't remember he's a chimera, does he? Blowing a heavy breath, he turns back to the road. He rubs the side of his temple, where it's starting to hurt, and purses his lips. "Yeah, sure. Teleportation."

Silence hangs in between them for a moment, Stiles sighing when he takes the last turn to his street. He can feel the burn of Theo's stare at the side of his face.

"You really don't remember we're together?" Theo sounds genuinely small when he speaks. "Then why are you here, if not to take me home? The two -Liam and Mason- are accusing me of having amnesia. But it's you who can't remember."

Stiles opens his mouth, but he doesn't know what to say. He knows that if he tells Theo that he remembers an illusory life, it's only going to invite more questions Stiles has no answers yet. In honesty, he's still reeling until now, and he's too tired to consider diving into research mode immediately, much less form a cohesive plan other than to bring Theo to Deaton first. And the best thing for them both to do before then is rest. They can't do that if Stiles stays up all night convincing Theo that they're not even friends, that he was a lying, conniving chimera asshole that tried to break his pack once, before turning a new leaf and helping them, and then disappearing on them like a bubble one day. Oh, and yeah, that it's so twisted for him to think his sister was alive when he had allowed her to die when he was nine.

No. Rest, Deaton, and then fuck up some shit - Stiles is doing this in that order.

"Hm," is what he ends up saying. Stiles pulls in the driveway, noting the blue truck already parked there. He's relieved to find a change of topic. He clears his throat, pointing at the vehicle. "That's your truck. Corey, Mason's boyfriend, drove it here."

Theo doesn't look away from him for the entire minute it takes Stiles to turn the engine off and gather his belongings. When he looks at Theo, that's only when the other man lowers his head and breathes. Theo nods and gets out of the car, moving towards the truck. Stiles silently prays for more strength if this is how awkward it is going to be for the whole evening until the morning.

Theo is studying his blue truck, eyeing it with trepidation. Stiles slings his messenger bag and stands beside him. Theo turns to him, shaking his head. "This isn't my car."

Stiles moves to the bed of Theo's pickup. "It is," he tells Theo. 

Stiles is, unfortunately, familiar enough with this car, and not with pleasant memories. Stiles lifts the haphazardly strewn cloth covering most of the space of the truck bed and makes a noise of disgust with what he finds underneath. It was definitely tidier before.

Theo also peeks under the cloth and pulls his face in a similar reaction. An alarming amount of empty plastic noodle cups and take-out boxes litter the covered area. "It can't be mine because I'm not crazy for instant ramen."

Stiles drops the cloth and walks to the driver's seat. He cups his hands on either side of his eyes and looks inside through the window. He finds a folded blanket at the backseat and a pink sweater on top of the pile of clothes. The chimera wore the hell out of those, Stiles remembers grudgingly. Transferring his scrutiny on the passenger side, he sees empty water bottles and coke cans, and old receipts. What the hell has Theo been up to that he can't even throw his trash out or attempt to be less sloppy?

One thing is sure, though. The car is where Theo lives; the pizza in the backseat looks stale but not molded. He faces Theo and gives him a grim nod, "Let's discuss the condition of your car and your unhealthy lifestyle tomorrow, yeah?"

Theo huffs, wanting to protest and eyeing his car in disgust, but shrugs in agreement.

•••

His father is working the night shift, so explaining Theo is a problem for future Stiles, which makes him sag in relief under the hot spray of his shower. When he's finished, he changes into clean sweatpants and an old Christmas ugly sweater and goes back to his room.

Theo is already sitting on his temporary bed on the floor. Stiles refuses to make him sleep on the couch where the kitchen and knives are near. At least, inside his room, he can fight him should Theo attempt anything at all. Stiles has gotten better at hand-to-hand combat since the FBI, and also a very light sleeper and sometimes prone to insomnia, especially on stressful occasions like this. Any minor shuffling from Theo will alert him. Not that he thinks Theo will do anything. His impulses tell him that Theo's memory dilemma is not made-up, and he's truthful this time, but it's always better to be safe than sorry.

Theo looks up when he enters, offering a small smile. Stiles's eyes catch sight of the outline of a necklace hidden underneath the collar of Theo's borrowed shirt. Stiles's clothes look a bit tight on him but otherwise, more comfortable than the dirty jeans he was wearing earlier. 

"It's so weird to see your old bed," Theo says, looking at the said bed. "Noah brought you a bigger one so that we can share when we visit. I wonder what happened to it?"

Stiles drops onto his bed with a small bounce. He didn't expect that. "Oh, um,"

Theo meets his eyes, "And Roscoe," a shadow crosses his face. "You took down all of the polaroid pictures we put of us. You even replaced the screwdriver that I gave you with an old one."

He sounds so betrayed that Stiles is stunned by what he's hearing. What startles him most, though, is: "You know my Jeep's name?"

At this question, Theo looks downright affronted. But Stiles has every reason to be surprised. His mom, his dad, and Scott are the only people apart from him who knows his Jeep's name -not another soul. Not even Lydia.

"Of course, I know your Jeep's name," Theo responds with a deepening scowl. "We've been together for four years, Stiles."

Stiles raises a hand to halt Theo as his cogs turn in his head. A swell of panic takes root in him. This memory thing is more serious than he initially thought. Theo's not only hallucinating a different life but he also somehow knows things he shouldn't. The screwdriver compartment, his broken radio, his Jeep's name -what else does he know that he isn't supposed to?

"Okay," Stiles finally says, lowering his hand and barrier from Theo, who's still glowering. It seems he has lost his patience with Stiles, as well. If this continues, Stiles might snap, too. So he says as appeasing as he could. "Let's say that whatever happened to you affected our memories of each other. But we'll go to Dr. Deaton for answers tomorrow, and then we can go back to our normal lives. Yes? Do you trust me?"

As soon as he says it, Stiles wants to take it back. It seems like a strange concept to ask Theo, of all people, to trust Stiles after everything. As crazy as Stiles actually trusting Theo. But here they are.

Theo doesn't reply for a long time, but he looks pensive and considering as he glares. In the end, he huffs in surrender, shoulders drooping in defeat. For the first time, the bags under his eyes become more prominent in his features. He looks so weary, hurt, and confused. Stiles is well acquainted with that look. It's the look of someone who hasn't been sleeping well. With the state of Theo's truck, Stiles has no problem picturing the man twist-and-turning to find a good position and not finding any.

Theo dips his head, replying with a rough voice, "Yeah. I trust you."

Before Stiles can say any more, Theo gives him his back and reclines on his mattress. He pulls the covers on himself, like a shield, and mumbles good night to Stiles.

Sighing, Stiles turns the desk lamp off and lays on his bed, staring at the ceiling for who knows how long. After a while, he exhales and rubs the bridge of his nose. His body is exhausted, and so is his mind, but they're not shutting off like they're supposed to. He almost wishes he is back in his dorm room in Virginia, staying up to piece the puzzles of a case. He has dealt with mundane human crises for so long that coaxing the supernatural mojo back appears to be an impossibly draining affair.

When he glances back at Theo on the floor, he pauses as he notices it. There's a blank inked mark on Theo's nape: a tattoo that Stiles knows for sure he didn't have the last time they saw each other. He turns to his side to look closely at it.

The tattoo is of a circle interlaced with three interconnected ovals. It reminds him closely of Derek's triskelion tattoo. But unlike Derek's, Theo's mark gives him an ominous feeling.

Because Stiles is sure, it isn't an optical illusion when it glowed in the darkness of his room for a second.

~•~

[ofpackandpride]

Scary Monsters (Ch1)

Jordan Parrish x Male Reader

Requested by: @aflamboyanceofgays

Shout out in my next post if you can tell me where I got the title name from!

You were one of the Chimeras made by the dread doctors. You agreed to be in Theo's pack since he offered you power and followed through with it. He brought you to the Dread Doctors where you willingly let them operate on you. You were turned into a Wereraven-Hellhound, intriguing the Dread Doctors and Theo when you didn't leak mercury.

You grew into your powers just in time for the siege of Eichen house, being able to track down Lydia since you're technically a harbinger of death. 

Tracy plunged her venomous claws into Parrish only to get backhanded into the wall. The next up in the attack was Josh, ripping a pipe off the wall and slicing the wiring, grabbing hold and trying to electrocute the Hellhound only to be shoved back against the wall. You dash forward and make a split second decision "Corey! Get Tracy, I'll help Josh." You call out, watching Tracy disappear.

You grab Parrish by the arm to prevent him from punching Josh after he had already been thrown down. "Get to Theo, I'll hold him off"

Josh pulls himself up and stumbles towards Theo, regrouping with his Alpha while Corey sneaks Tracy back to you guys.

The Hellhound looks at you as flames burst forth from him, coating you in a sheen of flame that lick at your skin. Your eyes shine the same amber glow that Parrish’s do as you try to keep him away from Theo, you were at a slight disadvantage but were determined to buy your pack time, you look over your shoulder when you hear Theo grunt in pain and get pushed into Josh. That split second where you focused on your Alpha was all the time it took for the Hellhound to throw you against Stiles and for Valack to drag Lydia underground while Theo stopped Parrish.

---

The siege of Eichen was interesting, Theo didn’t get the exact thing he wanted but something that might be just as helpful. 

Josh’s hands shook as he lifted the helmet of a Dread Doctor, you walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. “You just have to put it on, you can take it off at any time.Okay?” You take the helmet from his hands as you speak. “You can lay down, I’ll put it on you and if you hit your leg I’ll take it off.”

Josh bites his lip, nodding as he lies in the operating chair. “Okay, I’m ready.”

You place the helmet on his head, stepping back when it clamps shut and Josh screams. You rush around him and hold one of his hands, ignoring the pain of him squeezing it as his claws come out. “It’s okay, Josh! Just look for the beast, I’m right here and I’m not letting go.” 

You wince when you feel your knuckles pop from how hard he’s grabbing you. 

You hear Josh gasp as he lets go of your hand and reaches for the helmet. Instantly you are helping remove the helmet, smoothing back his sweaty hair when it comes off. “Are you ok? What did you see?” 

Josh throws the helmet to Theo as he sits up and pants for breath. “A man, dying in the snow. He was impaled on something.”

“So it isn’t a teenager?” Tracy asks from where she is sitting on the railing. 

Josh shakes his head as you help him stand up. “No, it’s an adult.”

“It’s a start.” Theo says, inspecting the helmet he’s holding. “Now we know who it isn’t”

“So...What do we do now?” Corey asks, coming to help you with Josh.

“I think we should all get cleaned up and rested. There’s no point in finding or fighting this thing if we’re all burnt out.” You say as Josh leans on you. “What do you think, Theo?”

Theo looks over his pack, your clothes burned and torn, Josh not being able to stand upright after the helmet, Tracy and Corey looking tired more than injured. “I’ll drive you guys back to my place, get washed up, I’ll buy us food.”

---

You had flown into Scott’s room as a raven and were sitting on the window sill, turning to face the bathroom door when he steps out in just a towel. Scott looks at you, only seeing a bird on his windowsill and not knowing it’s you. Scott had paused in his step, watching as you hop on to his bedroom floor and transform back into human. You smirk as Scott steps back and gets ready to fight, his towel falling from his waist when claws come out as he lowers himself into a more battle ready stance.

You look down at his length and raise your eyebrow, suppressing a chuckle when his face goes red and he picks up his towel and covers himself. “Can I get a towel or something too if you’re going to be like that?” You say, watching as his eyes travel down your body before he rushes to a dresser and throws some sweatpants and a shirt at you.

“Why are you here?” Scott asks, finally looking at you when you announce that you are now clothed. 

“I’m here to offer you numbers, all of us plan on leaving Theo after he almost got us all killed.” You explain, watching as Scott gives you a skeptical look.

“Why should I trust you? Especially after what Theo did to Lydia and what happened at Eichen.” Scott asks as you sit down on his bed.

“Two reasons, mainly. The first one is we were just following orders, I mean Theo brought them back from the dead so of course they would go with him. Now however, they realize that Theo only wants our power. The second is more for our packs, Liam and Hayden can be together, Mason and Corey can, Josh and Tracy are not together but they still are werewolves and need a pack.” You lay on your side as Scott makes a face that reminds you of a puppy as he thinks it over in his head.

“As much as I don’t like it, you have a point.” Scott agrees, grabbing clothes from his dresser and moving into the bathroom where you can’t see him. “What about Theo?”

You hum and curl yourself around one of his pillows, inhaling his scent and looking at him with a sadness in your eyes at the mention of Theo when he comes out of the bathroom fully dressed. “What about him? We are betraying him for you. I don’t think he stands a chance against your pack, especially without the Dread Doctors on his side. I can tell you care for your pack, not like Theo though, Theo only cares about our power and making sure we are obedient.”

“Everyone is leaving him?” Scott asks, sitting next to you on his bed.

“Yeah. They see me more as their Alpha than they do Theo, I actually care about them for more than just their powers.” You sit up and look at Scott. “They never asked for all of this, I knew what I was getting into. Theo said he would give me power if I joined his pack...but what he wanted were soldiers, not a pack. That’s why we want to be in your pack, you all went into Eichen to save Lydia even though you knew it was a long shot because you care about her.”

Scott stays silent for a moment before he places a hand on yours and gives it a squeeze, standing up and grabbing his keys from his desk and turning to look at you over his shoulder. “Come on, let’s introduce you to your new pack.”

[sillyteecup]

Sunflower

Scott McCall x black!reader

Warnings:

Mentions of death

Death

Literally one mention of sex

And my bad writing. Enjoy❤

Sunflower

Sunflower

My Eyes

Want you more than a melody

Let me inside

Wish I could get to know you

Scott's breakup with Allison had been tough and he had no plans to move on anytime soon. He found himself intrigued with the new dark chestnut skinned girl with the rich afro tied up into two huge puffs with sunflowers in them. She wore a short sleeved, lemon and white stripped button up shirt with a lemon rouched tank, long paperbag jeans with yellow sunflowers on the left pantleg, silver framed reading glasses and lemon and white custom Nikes. Scott approached her and sat across from her with the intention of being friends with her. For a second he watched in adoration as she smiled at the whatever she had just written before clearing his throat to catch her attention.

Sunflowers

Sometimes

Keep it sweet in your memory

I was just tongue tied

She looked up him, her eyes questioned Scott and he knew what they wanted to know. He would've answered much quicker if he didn't get lost in the hazel orbs that gazed at him at that moment. "Uhh..." she said snapping him out of his thoughts. "Oh uhm my name is Scott. McCall, captain of the lacrosse team," he mumbled. "Okay. Can I help you Scott McCall, captain of the lacrosse team?" she asked with an inquisitive eyebrow raised. "Uhm I noticed that I haven't seen you before and a friend of mine told me that you're new, so uhm you-uh wanna be uhm friends?" Scott mentally facepalmed himself for stumbling over his words so hard. 'Nice going McCall, she probably thinks you're a dork now,' he chastised himself. She giggled softly and Scott swore he had never heard anything as beautiful in his life. "Name's Y/N. Sure. We can be friends." He let out a sigh of relief and chuckled before diving into conversation with her.

And I dont wanna make you feel bad

But I've been trying hard not to talk to you

My sunflower (sunflower)

He introduced her to his pa-friends and they loved her instantly. Well Stiles was a little wary at first but he grew to like her too. She and Scott had a lot in common and became really close, hell she was giving Stiles a run for his money in the best friend department. Her favourite thing in the world was sunflowers. His favourite thing in the world was her. Scott always saw her as soft and fragile and he found himself falling for her, so he kept her away from all the supernatural drama by not telling her at all. He felt bad for keeping such a huge secret from her but he also felt better because he was protecting her. Little did he know that he wasn't the only one keeping secrets.

I couldn't want you anymore

Kiss in the kitchen like its a dance floor

I couldn't want you anymore tonight (tonight, tonight)

It was the night when the music teacher was killed. Scott ran to look for Lydia and told you to stay behind but her stubborn ass wasn't having it. He was fighting Jennifer Blake when Y/N ran into the room. "Y/N get out!" he yelled through a mouth full of canines. "Scott," she gasped. Everything after that was a blurr. Jennifer had thrown Scott into a table and stalked towards Y/N like she was some kind of prey. Scott tried with all his strength to get up but he was just too weak. He kept yelling for Jennifer not to hurt Y/N to no avail. Imagine his suprise when Y/N began to move at inhuman speed as she fought Jennifer. She fought long and hard but in the end she fell to her knees with a knife in her abdomen. Scott ran to her through his weak state. Everything around him shut down, all he could do was focus on her heartbeat as it slowed. He pleaded for her to stay with him as he held her. "I love you Y/N. Please. Don't," he sobbed. "Relax Scott I'm not dying," she groaned as she pulled the knife out. Everyone around them watched in awe as the wound underneath the grey t-shirt healed. They started flooding her with question after question, but not Scott. He just had one question. "What are you?" "I could ask you the same thing," she chuckled. "I'm a werewolf. What about you?" he asked. "Werewolf," she said as she flashed her eyes golden. "I love you too," she whispered as she pulled him into a passionate kiss.

Wondering headshake

Tired eyes are the death of me

Mouth full of toothpaste

Before I got to know you

It wasn't long before they actually got together. Nothing much had changed though, other than the kissing and sex. And as much as she was a great fighter, she was still his little sunflower. She stuck with him through everything. She was there when he became a True alpha, she was there when he, Stiles and Allison had to get rid of their darkness, she was there when Stiles was possessed and she was there, in his room, holding him as he cried in her arms hours after Allison died in his. Y/N didn't cry that night. She just wasn't the type to. Intead she was unusually quiet. "I should give you some space," she said as she got up to leave. "No. Stay. Please," he whispered.

I've got your face

Hung up high in the gallery

Out of this shade (sunflower, sunflower)

There was one instant where Y/N was jealous. Kira. Scott was jusy far too friendly with her and it made Y/N feel insecure. Maybe he liked Kira more than her. She came up with several reasons why: her hair, her skin, her body, her face. Kira was just better than her and it tore her apart. She wasn't mean to Kira about it though. How could anyone be? She's a whole ray of sunshine. Another reason for Scott to like her more. She started cancelling dates and plans because of it. She never cried about it though. She never told Scott she had anxiety because she didn't wanna seem like she was burdening or anything. At some point she stopped answering his calls and texts, and avoiding him all together. Not because she didn't love him anymore. But because she was afraid he didn't love her anymore. Oh how wrong she was. One afternoon as she was getting into her car, she felt someone gently grab her wrist and turn her around. "Y/N talk to me. You haven't been responding to my texts or calls. Are you okay? Have I done something wrong? If I have, how do I fix it?" he rambled. "You...I...I dont know," she whispered. "I'm sorry," he said, tears welling up in his eyes. "No! Its not your fault. I just got a little insecure," she reassured him. "Of Kira," she added quietly. He didn't say anything for 5 seconds before pulling her into a soft, loving kiss. "I love you." And he did. Hell so did she. She loved him more than sunflowers.

Your flowers just died

Plant new seeds in the mellody

Let me inside

I wanna get to know you

I don't wanna make you feel bad but I've been trying hard not to act a fool

My sunflower (sunflower, sunflower)

Y/N had only ever cried once in her life since she turned 5. "Scott! Scott no! NO! Mason who did this!" she screamed as she ran towards the stairs. She had an entire emotional breakdown at the sight of the lifeless corpse of the love of her life as Melissa tried her best to revive him. She would've helped if she had the strength but she didn't. Just the thought of living without Scott shattered her. Mason tried to comfort her but it was just all too much for her. The emotion was far too overwhelming and had come down on her harder than a tsunami on a single sunflower.

I couldn't want you anymore

Kiss in the kitchen like its a dancefloor

I couldn't want you more tonight (tonight, tonight)

I couldn't want you anymore

Kids in the kitchen, listen to dancehall

I couldn't want you anymore tonight

As if the heavens had heard her cries, Scott roared. His alpha eyes went back to brown immediately when he caught the sight of Y/N crying in Mason's arms. "Y/N," he said as he reached out to touch her. "I'm not ready to lose you," she said softly. He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. She cleaned his wounds and stayed with him until they healed. She was a little bitter towards the rest of the pack except for Mason, Lydia and Kira because they didnt abandon him. The latter were victims of circumstance. Stiles and Liam on the other hand, she couldn't stand them. She never spoke to them until the end of the Theo Raeken/Lu Bête saga. And even then, it wasn't like she was extra friendly. She spoke to them because she had to. Scott wasn't mad at them though, he was okay as long as his sunflower was okay.

Sunflower

My eyes

Want you more than a melody

Let me inside

Wish I could get to know you

The rest of senior year came and went with thw Ghost rider saga. She was actually pretty glad to have Stiles back. Then came college. Y/N was supposed to leave for New York when strange animal occurrences got in the way. "How the hell is any of this more important than my college education?" she groaned as Scott, Malia and Lydia tried to talk her out of leaving. "It could mean that everyone's in danger," Lydia sighed. "Liam and his friends can handle it. Babe you're supposed to be headed for UC Davis. Malia, France! Lydia, MIT awaits you and I gotta go to Julliard," she yelled. "Come on. Please, its just a week," Scott said as his hands made their way to her waist. "Fine." A week turned a gruesome month, battling with something that uses your fears against you called the Anuk-ite. A week turned into a gruesome month of war with Tamora Monroe and her merry band of "hunters", aided by Gerard Argent. A whole month of death. But just like every battle they fought, they emerged victorious. She had just kissed Scott to help heal his eyes when she collapsed to her knees. Blood began pouring from her mouth as Scott rushed to her side. He began searching for the wound like a madman, hoping he could heal it. "Scott, baby. Its okay," she whispered. "No, no no," he mumbled after finding the bullet wound in her side. She had been shot with yellow wolfsbane and it was too late. "Why didn't you tell anyone?" he asked barely over a whisper. "We were too busy fighting to keep everyone else safe," she said with a proud smile. He cradled her body and sobbed. "Hey. You know sunflowers die right?" she chuckled softly. That's when Scott realized something. She was wearing the exact same outfit she wore when they met. Only this time her hair was tied into one ponytail. The sunflowers were replaced with sunflower clips. "I love you. I always have and I-I always will," she whispered feeling herself getting weaker. "I love you too. More than anything in the world," Scott sobbed. "Promise me you'll go on and be happy. Get married, have kids or not. Just be happy," she said with a smile. Everyone else was a crying mess. He listened as her heartbeat got slower and more silent. Her last petal fell and she went limp in Scott's arms. He begged her to come back between chokef cries, but deep down he knew that she was gone. For good.

Sunflower just died

Keep it sweet in your memory

I'm still tongue-tied

Sunflower, sunflower

Sunflower, sunflower

Sunflower, sunflower

"And that was Sunflower vol.6 by Harry Styles from his latest album Fine Line. Great song, makes me wanna grab my girlfriend and dance," the radio presenter said. Scott turned the radio in Argent's car down as they got closer to the pack. The song started playing after he told Alec his and his pack's story and he couldn't help but let his mind wander. He knew how much Y/N would've adored the song if she were still alive. Two years without her and he still felt like a part of him was missing, but he didn't let it stop him from fighting the war. Her last wish was for him to be happy and he couldn't help but think about how the end of the war would not only make him the happiest man alive. But it would also make her smile proudly at him from her sunflower garden in heaven. That would send him over the moon. God, how he missed her. They pulled over in the parking lot where the pack agreed to meet up, and Scott couldn't help but smile at his pack. They supported him through thick and thin and stuck together because they knew how you got when they didn't. "What are you thinking about?" Alec asked. "How the death of a sunflower can come with the growth of an entire garden," Scott replied as he made his way to the pack with a proud grin.

[teenwolfmarvel-obsessor]

The Wink

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Notes: 

Your last name: Y/L/N

Liam Dunbar x-reader

“Y/N you are not going to stay in that room all day!” my mom said, “You are going to school no matter what!” I threw the cover over my head as I laid the pillow on top of me. “Y/n Y/l/n! get out of that room now!” she yelled. I rolled my eyes and tore the covers off of me. I walked over to the door, swinging it open. My mother stood there with crossed arms, she rose an eyebrow. “You have twenty minutes,” she said, glaring at me. I rolled my eyes and brushed my hair. I put it into a braid then changed into a pair of jean shorts and a grey T-shirt. I slipped on my black converse and grabbed my black jacket. 

I turned off the light to my room and rushed down the stairs. My mother sat at the kitchen counter as she scrolled through her phone. A cup of coffee was set in front of her along with a bagel. She looked at her watch then up at me. “Congratulations you got ready in about five minutes,” she said, grinning. I sighed and grabbed an apple from the bowl. “You’ve got to get to school,” she picked up my backpack and lunch, “Let’s go!” I took the things from her and I hopped into the car. 

She turned the radio on, the news erupted from the radio. I leaned my head against the window as I listened to the mans monotoned voice. My mother turned the corner and stopped in front of the school. The turned down the radio and unlocked the door. I crossed my arms, looking down at my feet. “C’mon,” she said, “Go....”

“Do I have to?” I questioned, groaning. 

“You want to go to college?”

I nodded my head as a response. She leaned over and unbuckled my seat belt. “Then maybe going to high school is a good start,” she said. I sighed in annoyance, rolling my eyes. I grabbed my backpack and opened the car door. She waved me goodbye as she drove away. 

I walked up the stairs, gripping the straps of my backpack. I moved out of the way as students walked down the hallway. I took my backpack off of my shoulders and put my things into the locker. I grabbed my textbook, slipping it inside the bag. The morning bell rung. I closed my locker and walked to Math class. I sat down behind Mason as Mrs. Howard walked in. After about thirty minutes of just sitting there I started to get real tired real quick. I rested my head on my hand, trying to not fall asleep. My eyes started to droop. The next thing I know I’m being woken up by the school bell. I shot my head up from the desk, frightened from the noise. Students filed out of the classroom while I put my book in my backpack. I stood up and walked towards the door. 

“Ms. Y/L/N,” Mrs. Howard said, stopping me from leaving. “What did you learn in class today?” she continued. 

“Uh....” I trailed, not really knowing what to say. 

“Why have you been sleeping so much in my class?”

“Well,” I sighed, “If you want me to be honest..... I just don’t really understand Math and the class is in the morning. So, I guess I’m just really tired.” She nodded as I finished my explanation. “Just try and get more sleep,” she said, “I’d hate to see you fail.” I nodded and she waved me out of the door. 

I opened my locker and swung my backpack off my shoulder. I picked up my textbook and put back into my locker. I then felt a presence beside me. I turned to my right and saw Liam opening up his locker. “Hey Y/n,” he greeted. “Hey Liam,” I replied, quietly.

“You okay?”

“Tired,” I said, “I do not want to be here!”

“Hey,” he closed his locker, “Don’t be so grumpy!” I closed my locker as well and we walked down the hallway. “and why is that?” I asked, hugging my books.

“Because you’re with me, your boyfriend remember?” he said, winking (GIF Above). He smiled and walked down the hallway, backwards. He bumped into a student. Liam turned around and apologized to the girl. I laughed and watched him walk down the hallway.

[ellewritesathing]

So Close - S.S. XLVI

Summary: The universe has a funny way of putting the things you want right in front of you, but just out of reach. Stiles and Y/N have been best friends ever since Scott brought him home, but when Stiles realizes that he might want to be something other than best friends, she leaves to go to some fancy private school up North. Now that she’s back though … maybe he’s got a shot? A Teen Wolf AU in which the reader has always been so close to Stiles and yet so far.

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Word-count: 6k+

A/N: today on ‘oh shit it’s wednesday’ i bring to you an only-a-little-late update (also the gif doesn’t exactly fit but i can’t find a more appropriate one sorry!!)

You’d heard stories about newly turned werewolves. 

Erica had trouble controlling her impulses; she’d do anything that gave her an adrenaline rush. Boyd had trouble controlling his shifts; he’d be out for a run and find himself chasing a deer through the woods. Isaac had trouble controlling his emotions; he would go into fight or flight mode at the slightest noise. It took them months to learn control - Erica died before she could - but eventually, the ones left alive did. 

You turned almost a year ago, but your control came in waves. Emotional control was mastered fairly early on, physical control took a while longer, but you thought you’d gotten a hold on them by now. 

For the last month or so, your control had slipped almost completely. 

At first, it was slow. Your nightmares were worse and you’d started sleepwalking again. Once in a while, you’d wake up in an abandoned room or in the woods. Sometimes, you’d snap at Liam or accidentally hit a little harder than was necessary when you trained. 

But now you were waking up almost daily in a dusty abandoned room that was blocked off from the rest of the house. You could only go to sleep if you were tracing the scoring on a Feliscore Arcade token that you’d found in the pocket of a pair of jeans without knowing how it got there. Those accidental hits were becoming more and more intentional.

You’d heard stories about newly turned werewolves and about wolves evolving, but never stories of wolves devolving. 

Another fun little bonus of your devolution was that you had trouble concentrating on things anymore. You’d zoned out for most of Scott and Liam’s late-night lacrosse practice - that you’d only gone to because you didn’t want to be alone - and only looked up from your latest Feliscore Arcade google search when they froze on the field. 

“What? Are you guys tired of playing catch now or something?” you asked, cringing slightly at the harshness in your voice. 

“No. Something’s happening to Mason,” Liam said. His eyes were set on the school, then he dropped his lacrosse stick and bolted. It only took you a second to uncross your legs, get to your feet, and race after him.

The two of you made it to the school milliseconds before Scott, but every millisecond counted towards your little victory over your brother. You tried to squash the ugly, victorious feelings as the three of you broke into the library, and then you tried to smash Mason’s head in when he tried to attack you as you walked in.

Liam pulled you back as Corey and Mason lowered their chair and fire extinguisher. The two of them were out of breath as they recovered from the shock. 

“They were here. The Ghost Riders,” Mason said between pants of breath. 

You got a funny feeling in your chest at the mention of the Ghost Riders. There was something about them that you should have known; like how you should have known about the Dread Doctors before it was too late.

“Here? Just now?” Scott asked.

You squirmed out of Liam’s grip as he said, “I thought they left when the storm left.” 

“I guess not, because two of them were right up there,” Mason said. He pointed up to the railings on the second floor.

You tore your eyes away from the railing after a second. “What were they doing?” 

“We didn’t see when they came in.” Mason looked over to Corey for confirmation. “We only saw them when we turned invisible.”

Now it was your turn to hold Liam back as he turned to Corey. “You brought him into this?”

“He was trying to protect me,” Mason said as he stepped between Liam and Corey. He looked over his shoulder at Corey to get him to say something that would make Liam not want to kill him. 

“Uh, they didn’t seem to care about us,” Corey said. His heart was beating like crazy. “They- they walked right by us.” 

“So, what happened?” you asked, ignoring the agitation caused by Corey's ever beating heart.

Mason and Corey looked at each other for a long time, like they were trying to piece together what happened. “Uh…” Mason blinked a few times and turned back to you. “Then they just jumped down and left.”

“That’s it?” Liam asked. All his muscles were still tense.

“Yeah,” Corey said. 

Scott looked away from the railing and let out a breath. “They didn’t take someone? There was nobody else in here?”

Again, Mason and Corey looked at one another. “No. It was just us,” Corey said.

As annoyed as you were at the lack of information, you couldn’t stomach being in the library any longer. It felt like something horrible had happened there, but you couldn’t remember what or to whom. You stormed out of there ahead of the others, but then you paused in one of the hallways. 

There was that feeling of deja vu again. 

Slowly, you turned to look at the row of lockers. You took some very hesitant steps, letting your muscle memory override the screaming in your brain, and stopped in front of number 1075. Just as you reached out to touch the blue combination lock, a voice snapped you out of it. 

“Hey, thinking of getting a new locker?” Mason asked with a smile. 

“Uh, yeah. This one’s closer to the parking lot,” you lied. Your fingers reached out for the combination lock but you forced yourself to pull away and turn to Mason. “Did Liam and Scott already leave? I need a ride home.” 

“Oh, no, they’re still here. I’ll walk you to the front,” Mason said. He offered an arm to you and you took it with a smile.

A shiver ran up your spine as you cast one last look over your shoulder at locker 1075.

---

After a very confusing conversation with Deaton about phantom limbs, Scott asked you to watch him sleep. You didn’t mind - you barely slept anyway, at least this gave you an excuse to stay up and research the Wild Hunt - even if he did snore.

Things got interesting after the first hour and a half. At first, he just lay there and complained about not being able to sleep when you watched him. You assured him that you couldn’t care less about how much he drooled, and eventually, he fell asleep. Some occasional twitching and mumbling gave way to sleepwalking. Then, sleep-running through the woods. 

Scott collapsed into a heap on a pile of decaying leaves. When you were sure he wasn’t going to sleep-attack you, you bent down and woke him up. A brief explanation and change of clothes later, and the two of you had texted Malia and Lydia and started searching the woods for something that mattered. 

You stopped when Lydia pulled into the preserve and caught them up on what happened. “Hey, so, I went to bed at home and woke up out in the woods about a mile out,” Scott explained. “I think there’s a reason why this has happened.” He paused, waiting for someone to say something but no one interrupted him. When no one did, he started leading you guys through the woods. “I’ve been out here before. It was the beginning of sophomore year, the night before tryouts for First Line. I remember because it was all that I could think about.” 

“What were you doing?” Malia asked. She looked over at you as she stepped over a rock. “And where were you?” 

“I was at Willow Creek,” you said quietly, trying to remember why you left Beacon Hills to begin with or why you were so nervous to come back.

“And I was looking for a dead body,” Scott said simply.

“Well, that’s morbid,” Lydia mumbled. 

“Yeah, but what was I doing out here all alone?” Scott asked.

“I wish I could help you, but I didn’t know you back then,” Lydia said.

“I was still a coyote so I might’ve tried to eat the body,” Malia offered. 

You shuddered at the thought. Aside from the weird cannibalism-adjacent argument, Derek told you that the body in the woods had been Laura Hale. Malia would have tried to eat her cousin.

“Deaton said that my subconscious is trying to tell me something,” Scott said, clearly not as bothered by the semi-cannibalism as you were. He shook his head. “But I need you guys to help me figure out what it’s saying.”

Lydia let out a breath. “Maybe you were just a curious teenager. You heard there was a body-” 

“But how? I never watched the news. And I didn’t have a police scanner,” Scott said.

“Your mom works at the hospital,” Malia said. “Maybe she got called in and you overheard her?”

“My mom wasn’t home that night,” Scott said. “And I live five miles away from here. How did I get here?” 

“You drove?” Malia suggested. 

“No, we didn’t get another car until I came back,” you said.

“Then he ran,” Malia said. 

“I couldn’t have. I had asthma,” Scott said. He sighed and shook his head. “I was hiding, but they knew that I was here.”

“Maybe you just made a ton of noise with your asthmatic breathing,” Malia said, getting more annoyed that all her suggestions were being rebuffed. 

“How would they know that it was me?” Scott asked. “Why would the Sheriff even think that I would be out here?”

“Because, like most of the deaths in this town, it was related to the supernatural,” Lydia suggested.

“I wasn’t supernatural. I mean, this was the night I was bitten,” Scott said. He looked away, trying to remember something. “I wasn’t a werewolf yet, and I wasn’t out here alone.”

Now was your time to come clean about all the weird things you were doing and feeling. “Scott, I- I agree with you.” 

“You do?" Scott asked. He looked surprised but kept talking when you nodded. “I think I had a best friend. And I think he was out here with me that night, even if you weren't. I know it sounds crazy-”

“It doesn’t sound crazy,” Malia said. “I know that someone chained me up and I think they wanted me to stay human.” 

“I came to school this morning and I was sure I was supposed to meet someone … but I couldn’t remember who it was supposed to be,” Lydia said. 

It got quiet. They all turned to you. 

You took a shaky breath and shrugged. “I feel like I’m missing a part of me,” you said softly, not willing to meet any of their eyes. “Not just a best friend but someone … someone I loved. Someone who loved me.” 

Lydia reached out and interlaced her hand with yours. Even without words, she still tried to comfort you. 

“What if we’re all missing the same person?” Scott asked after a few uncomfortable seconds. He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it to show you guys the photo Sydney had taken of you all on the first day of the semester. “I think that he was in this picture.”

Lydia pointed at the spot between her and Scott, just in front of you. You must have been holding him. “He was sitting right there,” she said.

“He was so close,” you whispered, reaching out for the photo despite knowing that it wouldn’t change a thing. 

Scott let you hold onto the photo as the four of you piled into Lydia’s car. It was so frustrating to know that he had been right there and you couldn’t remember a thing - but he was always there, lurking in the back of your mind but always just out of reach. He was the only thing you could think about the whole way to the animal clinic. 

Even as Deaton explained what happened, you couldn’t concentrate. It wasn’t like you’d be doing it anyway - the automatic writing - so there wasn’t any harm in you trying to remember instead.

“I have to warn you,” Deaton said quietly as you, Scott, and Malia huddled around him in the corner. “We may not be able to access these memories.”

“We have to,” you said.

Deaton gave you a heavy-looking smile and took a breath. “The legend has always been that the Wild Hunt takes people, but if what you’re telling me is right, the truth is much worse,” he said. “They erase people from reality.” 

Scott looked over at Lydia before asking, “How did we all remember someone who has been completely erased from our minds?” 

Before Deaton had the chance to answer, Lydia stole his attention. She was writing so furiously at her desk, alternating between not breathing and then panting. The desk shook with all her force, sending the blue shard of glass flying around in the dark. The light caught on the edges and something familiar ached in your chest.

“Oh … is she- should we stop her?” Scott asked. 

Deaton held out an arm to stop him. “Lydia? Lydia, slow down,” he said. When he was close enough, he switched off the lamp and Lydia stopped writing instantly. Instead of furious movement, she looked almost catatonic. 

“Is she okay?” you whispered. 

“Lydia?” Deaton asked.

Nothing. 

Malia reached forward and pulled the piece of paper off the desk. You held onto one corner and looked at it over her shoulder. 

The word ‘mischief’ was written all over, but the shapes made out the word ‘Stiles.’ No, it wasn’t a word - it was a name. It was his name.

Stiles. 

---

Geography was remarkable mind-numbing the next day. You barely paid any attention to it at the best of times, and it was decidedly not the best of times considering your lack of sleep and constant agitation. 

The Wikipedia article for stiles was open for the billionth time, as well the etymology of ‘mischief’ and the link for that stupid arcade. Instead of acting like the useless google searches were less important than geography, you put your hand up and asked to be excused. 

You’d just gotten to the parking lot when you heard a coyote howl inside the school. Groaning, you kicked the bike rack and headed back inside. 

Malia was in the basement with Scott, Lydia, Natalie, and Noah when you got there. She was snarling and ready to bite whoever came near her, so Lydia suggested giving her some space. You thought the idea was ridiculous, but you didn’t feel like adding ‘being maimed’ to your list of reasons to find new friends. 

You'd missed most of Lydia, Scott, Noah, and Natalie's conversation, but you were just in time to hear Malia let out another growl. She stepped out from underneath one of the cupboards before you had the chance to intervene and started shifting, making the process look surprisingly elegant considering how painful it must have been.

“It’s alright. I’m okay,” she said. 

Natalie quickly walked over to give Malia some clothes while Noah counted how many tiles were on the floor and Scott counted the tiles on the ceiling.

“Do we have any idea what made her shift?” Noah asked.

“She’s under a lot of pressure,” Scott answered. He took his eyes off the ceiling to look at Lydia for confirmation. “School, her life after graduation-” 

“Her mom trying to kill her,” you mumbled.

“But that shouldn’t make her shift,” Scott said. “Do you guys think it could be connected to Stiles?” 

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

“It’s a he,” Noah said. You couldn't tell if he was frowning or if the annoyance was just a permanent feature of his face.

“Who?” 

“Stiles,” Noah said with a nod, trying to cover his frown. “It’s a family nickname. I never used it, but, uh, my father did.”

“Could you tell us some more about him?” you asked, stepping closer and giving him your best smile. You didn’t know why you thought that would sway him. “About Stiles?” 

Noah cast a cautionary look at Lydia’s mom. “If Natalie’s okay with it …” 

“Could it wait until after school?” she asked. 

“No,” you and Lydia said, at the same time Scott and Malia said, “Yes.” 

You glared at them. It was their fault that Natalie personally walked each of you back to your classes to make sure none of you ditched, and it was your fault for not slipping away when she wasn’t paying attention. 

So, you sat through Geography and two other classes before racing to Lydia’s car as soon as the bell went off. Lydia was already there, explaining how Malia couldn’t come because she had to retake her retake but Scott would be there any minute. She didn’t listen to your suggestion of him meeting you there instead. 

But after all your annoyance and agitation, you froze when you saw Noah’s house. It was the house that you were always waking up in, just in the warm glow of the afternoon instead of the dusty haze of midnight. You didn’t mention it to Scott or Lydia - how could you? It wasn’t like you had any reason to know where Noah lived until now - you just took a deep breath and went inside. 

It was strangely lived in. Hard to believe they had a boarded-up room somewhere when you were looking at all the throw pillows and decorative balls of yarn. Claudia broke you out of your haze by pushing a glass of lemonade into your hand. She gave you a warm smile and ushered the three of you into the living room. 

“He was an army engineer,” Noah explained once you were all settled. He handed Scott a photo from a memory box. “Ended the war one bridge at a time.” 

Like a stile, you realized. He helped people move over whatever was blocking their path.

Scott smiled at the photo in his hand. “And he went by ‘Stiles.’” 

You looked over his shoulder at the old photo of Elias in his army gear. It felt like you’d seen the photo before; like someone had already shown it to you, except you knew that back then it was a secret. A shiver went down your spine. You weren’t supposed to see this photo.

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

“We think that somebody was taken from us,” Scott explained.

“Any idea who?” 

Scott shook his head. “Uh, the Ghost Riders would have erased our memories.” 

“Well, now, that’s convenient,” Noah said.

“But we found a clue,” Lydia said. “The word ‘stiles.’”

“And that’s why you wanna talk to Elias?” Claudia asked. She didn’t sound very convinced. 

“Yeah, maybe he can help us figure it out,” Scott said. “Maybe he knows who we’re looking for.” 

“Now this is someone your age?” Noah asked. 

“Yes,” you said, sounding more sure than Scott or Lydia had since you’d arrived. “He was our … friend.” There went your certainty. Whatever Stiles had been to the others, he was something else to you. 

“Well-” Noah shut the memory box on his lap and stood up. “I can guarantee you, my father can’t help you.” He took the photo back from Scott. 

“Couldn’t we try?” Scott asked. 

“Scott, he lives in a nursing home three towns over,” Noah said. “Hasn’t had a visitor in years. He couldn’t help even if he w-” 

“Could I use your bathroom?” Lydia asked. She had that look like a supernatural Geiger counter was going off in her head.

“Sure,” Claudia said.

Lydia hurried off and you frowned. You set your lemonade down to go follow her, but Claudia started talking to you. 

“I love your ring,” she said. She smiled as she looked at it. “I had one just like it when I was younger.”

You looked down at your hand to find an old signet ring on your finger. It was out of place with the rest of your jewelry, but there was something about it that made it more important than the rest even though the design had worn over the years. 

“Oh, thanks,” you said, twisting it around your finger so that design was facing inwards. You weren’t sure if you wanted anyone else to look at it. “I got it for my birthday.” 

Claudia gave you another smile before excusing herself to the kitchen. At least with her gone, you could focus on the rapidly escalating conversation between Noah and Scott. What had started as a polite rejection had turned into Scott repeatedly asking why you guys couldn’t just talk to Elias and Noah saying that he didn’t need a reason for not wanting to expose his elderly father to three teenagers he’d never met before.

“You’re not hearing me,” Noah argued. They were both standing now and you stood to not feel so out of place. “Trust me, you don’t want to talk to him.”

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

“Scott, my father can’t help you,” Noah said. 

“Just a few questions. Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking-” 

Something in Noah snapped. His voice was loud and frustrated when he spoke again. “You know what? You don’t just ‘talk’ to this guy, okay?” He took a breath and lowered his voice. “Just find another way.” 

Scott started talking again when you touched his arm lightly. “Okay,” you said with a very fake smile. “We’ll find another way. Come on, Lyd, let’s get out of their hair.” 

“But-” 

“Thank you for your time.” You dragged Scott out before he could start yelling. Once the three of you were in the safety of the car and Scott was whining about you ruining their chances, you sighed and said, “Call Malia. We’re breaking into a nursing home.” 

“But you said-” 

“Scotty, you’ve known me my whole life. Can you seriously not tell when I’m lying?”

“I can tell when you’re lying,” Scott said defensively. 

“I guess you’re right,” you said and scooted forward in your seat. “I love that shirt, by the way. You should wear it more often.” 

“Really? Thanks. I-” Scott frowned at the look Lydia gave him. “Oh.”

--- 

“I can’t believe we’re about to break into a nursing home,” Scott mumbled as you, Lydia, and Malia walked up to the doors of Good Water Assisted Living.

“Scott, you realize we’ve literally broken into the school, a bank vault, a mental facility, and Davenport Prep, right?” you asked.

Malia brought your group to a stop. “Plus, after the orderlies at Eichen House, I’m pretty sure we can handle some nurses.” 

“Right, but-” 

Scott didn’t manage to get out his argument before Malia blew past you, got to the front desk, and slammed the nurse’s head into the desk. You winced as she went behind the desk and looped her arms under his to drag him somewhere. “Are you guys coming?” she asked.

“Right behind you!” You patted Scott’s arm and gave him a mischievous smile before rushing inside. 

The computer was still unlocked so you punched in for Elias’ name and his room number popped up. The four of you found it fairly quickly but he wasn’t there. After a few minutes, you found him alone in one of the common rooms listening to old jazz music.

He looked up from his desk full of papers when you came in. “Yes? Is it time for my medicine?”

“We don’t have your medicine,” Malia said, folding her arms over her chest. 

“Oh,” Elias said softly. He turned back to his desk. 

“Are you Elias Stilinski?” Lydia asked. 

Elias blinked a few times as he looked at Lydia. “I am.”

Lydia’s face broke into a smile and she made her way over to him. “I’m Lydia Martin. Do you know who I am?” 

“Should I?” Elias asked.

“Uh, hey, Mr. Stilinski,” Scott said awkwardly as he walked closer to him. “We’re looking for somebody who might be named Stiles. You went by that name in the army, right?”

“Yes,” Elias said with a small nod. He looked away from Scott as he added, “Best years of my life.”

“Do you know any of us?” Malia asked.

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

“Your son?” Scott repeated. He looked over at Lydia for help. 

“Mr. Stilinski, what year is it?” she asked gently. 

“1976,” Elias answered instantly. “It’s my son’s birthday next week.” 

“He has dementia,” Lydia said to the rest of you. 

As if to prove her point, Elias looked back up and asked if it was time for his medicine yet. You took a collective deep breath and started explaining things to him as gently as you could. It made you agitated to be in here with him, especially as the sun went down outside, but you needed to find Stiles. 

But after repeated attempts to get Elias to stop confusing Scott with Noah, you’d become almost as grouchy as Malia. All she did was pace and steal peas from Elias’ food.

“Scott McCall?” Elias asked. Scott nodded hopefully. “No, no, no, no, no. You’re my son.”

“Keep it down, old guy,” Malia whispered harshly. She stole another few peas. “You’ll wake the other old people.”

“I don’t like her,” Elias said to Lydia. 

Lydia slipped into the chair in front of him. “Your son,” she said in an impressively patient voice. “He’s the Sheriff of Beacon Hills.”

“Sheriff?” Elias asked. “No, no, no, no, no, no. No, I- I was in the army.” 

“Just use your claws, Scott,” Malia said.

“It could kill him,” Scott said.

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

“I can’t.” 

Malia growled and elongated her claws. She’d just started walking over to Elias when you stepped in front of him and Scott grabbed her wrist. You could let her abuse nurses but you refused to let her do anything to one of the Stilinskis.

“No,” Scott told her. “We’re not hurting him.”

“Young lady, you need to clip those nails,” Elias said behind you. It made you laugh. You cleared your throat and mumbled an apology but he didn’t seem to like that. “You shouldn’t be here. If you don’t leave, I’ll have to report you.”

“Uh…” Scott looked over to Lydia. “What’s wrong with him?”

“The sun went down,” she said. 

“So?”

“So, he’s sundowning,” Lydia said. “It’s when dementia patients lose their faculties after the sun goes down.” 

“Well, that would’ve been helpful information to have before the sun went down,” you snapped. 

Elias took a shaky breath. He started waving his hand around as he spoke, “I don’t want to talk to you anymore!” 

“So what do we do?” Malia asked. 

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

“We don’t have that kind of time,” you said. “The night shift will be here soon which means someone will be coming for him.” 

“No, no, no!” Elias cried. He started shuffling through his papers.

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

Elias got more frantic and then Lydia stepped in again. She told him to look at the equations on his papers and asked him to identify different ones to help him concentrate. Miraculously, it worked. He stood and started looking at his handwritten notes. 

“Elias,” Lydia said gently to get him to sit. 

“That’s Mr. Stilinski,” Elias corrected. He frowned at each of you, almost looking like an older Noah in the low light. “Just who the hell do you think you are?”

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

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

“Excuse me-”

“Hey.” Scott put a hand on your wrist. “It’s okay.”

“You’re that McCall kid,” Elias said as he looked at Scott.

“You know me?” Scott asked. 

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

Though you were under no impressions of your dad being a saint, you frowned at Elias' words. Malia growled, but Lydia kept her cool. “Do you know all of us?” she asked. 

Elias narrowed his eyes and then pointed a finger at Lydia. “You’re Natalie Martin’s girl, am I right? You look like her. She was pretty once, too.”

“Hey, you can’t talk to her like that-” you started chastising him but he stopped you with a look. He looked at you like he knew you. 

“I know you from the pictures,” Elias said. 

“What pictures?” you asked. 

“He only came once, but that was enough. He wouldn’t stop talking and he kept showing me these damn pictures-” 

“That’s enough.” 

You jumped at the sound of Noa’s voice. He’d walked in with the nurse that Malia assaulted, and, boy, did he look mad.

Scott tried to explain. “Sheriff, we-” 

“I explicitly told you not to come here,” Noah said. “And who attacked a staff member?”

The nurse pointed at Malia. “That’s her.”

“What the hell were you thinking?” Noah asked.

“Noah, we were just having a nice conversation,” Elias said, back to sounding frail and broken as he made his way around the table to his son.

“The four of you, out,” Noah said. “Now.”

Elias complained but Scott grabbed your hand and started leading you out. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t still eavesdrop. 

As guilty as you felt about lying to Noah and invading his privacy, you couldn’t help but feel vindicated when Elias told him to crawl back to his dead wife and loser son. You were right. Stiles was a real person. He was Noah’s son, even if he was a loser. He was your loser.

“Son,” you whispered as Malia slammed the door behind her. 

“What?” Scott whispered back. 

You flicked your eyes over to where Noah was arguing with the nurse. Leaning in, you whispered, “Stiles is Noah’s son. I’ll explain at home, okay?” 

Scott nodded quickly and tightened his grip on your hand before Noah came out and ordered the lot of you into his squad car. He was simmering with rage but he didn’t say a word the entire way to the station. 

All he said when he closed you guys in the cell was, “I’ll call your parents to pick you up.” 

The four of you were quiet as you waited for someone to show up. Melissa was at work and you’d barely seen Malia’s dad since the beginning of their senior year so your hopes weren’t very high for getting out of there. 

When Natalie showed up, she first wanted to yell at you before letting you go. 

“It doesn’t look bad, Scott. It is bad,” she said. “You broke into a nursing home, you harassed a dementia patient, and you beat up a nurse! This could affect the rest of your lives. Especially you, Malia. They’re talking felony assault.” 

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

“That’s an improvement,” Lydia hummed next to you.

The door opened and Noah sighed. “By some miracle, the nurse decided to drop the charges,” he said. “They’re free to go.”

“Just because you’re not going to jail, doesn’t mean you’re not grounded for eternity,” Natalie said. 

“Triple-negative,” you said quietly. “Impressive.”

“Excuse me?” Natalie asked. 

“Nothing,” you said with a smile. “We’ll see you at school tomorrow. Thank you for looking out for us.” 

Natalie frowned at the sudden change in attitude but said she’d always look out for you guys anyway. She offered to drive you all home but you said you and Scott could walk. After some more confused looks and awkward goodbyes, you and Scott were finally alone and walking through the dark. 

“So,” he said with a deep breath. “You gonna tell me what’s been going on with you?” 

“I feel like I’m missing the part of me that makes rational decisions,” you said. “Seriously, I’m turning into Malia. I can’t concentrate on anything, I’m always angry, and I keep doing things for someone who’s not here.” 

Scott frowned. “What do you mean?” 

“I think Stiles was my anchor,” you said. You hadn’t let yourself think about the possibility before, but it made sense. All of your bad habits had started when it felt like you’d lost something. 

Scott frowned as he thought about it, but he must have come to the same conclusion you had. “Okay,” he said. “And who do you think Stiles is?” 

“I think Noah’s son,” you said. “When we were leaving, Elias yelled at Noah for leaving him in the home and choosing his loser son over him, but Noah … doesn’t have a son. At least, not one any of us remember.” 

“Wow,” Scott exhaled. “That’s pretty intense.” 

You laughed. “Yeah, but it makes sense,” you said. Scott waited for you to say something so you told him about how you kept waking up in an abandoned room. “But when we went to talk to Noah earlier, I recognized the house. It’s the same one I’ve been sneaking out of every morning.” 

“Huh, and I thought waking up in the woods was weird,” Scott said. You hit his arm and he laughed. 

The two of you bickered over each other’s bad habits the whole way home, but the lighthearted conversation didn’t erase the feelings of longing buried in your chest. Wherever Stiles was, you missed him, and no amount of teasing Scott could take your mind off it. 

But the mess you walked into as soon as you unlocked the front door almost did. 

“I’m not dealing with this,” you said instantly. You untangled yourself from Scott. “You told Liam to take care of it. He’s your beta. The two of you can clean.” 

“But I-” 

“I’m going to shower.” 

Instead of using his energy to fight a losing battle, Scott waved you off and you left him downstairs with Liam and the mess which, thankfully, hadn’t reached your locked room. You grabbed some clean pajamas and disappeared to wash off the stress of the day. 

When you came back, you reached for the Feliscore Arcade coin on your nightstand. You traced the logo with your thumb as you tried, for the millionth time, to remember. A knock at your door snapped you out of it. 

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to startle you,” Scott said. 

“It’s fine,” you said, closing your hand around the coin. This was one part of the mystery that you wanted to keep for yourself. “What’s up? Did someone throw up on your bed or something?” 

“What? No.” Scott frowned. “At least I don’t think so.” Then he shook his head and looked back up at you. “I wanted to tell you that Noah came by while you were showering … talking about his son.” 

You scrambled to sit up. “He remembered him? He remembered Stiles?” 

“Kind of. He said he could remember a conversation with Claudia when they were young about having kids. He wanted to name their son after father, and she said that it didn’t matter because they’d call him Stiles anyway,” Scott explained. He gave you a smile. “You were right.” 

“I was right,” you said quietly. “Thanks for telling me, Scotty.” 

Scott knocked on your door twice and smiled at the ground. “No problem. Try not to break into anyone’s house tonight.”

“No promises,” you said with a smile. 

For the first time in weeks, it was a real smile. Sure, you still didn’t have much, but you’d done more with less. You’d find Noah’s son. You’d find Stiles.

Part 47

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