rrickgrrimes8 · 4 years ago
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Trickster ~ Stiles Stilinski / Void Stiles
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The almost bone chilling silhouette of the boy she loves stood ominously above her fragile figure.
"What's the matter, little dove?" He growled wearing his haunting smirk.
"P-please just leave m-me alone." She begged letting out incoherent ramblings and sobs. Her broken voice was only responded by a deep hoarse chuckle belonging to the threatening figure above her.
"I'm sorry but I can't do that."
"W-why, Stiles?" She questioned trying her hardest to scramble away.
"Because sweetheart it's more fun this way."
The fear driven girl started to kick off the ground in attempts to distance herself from the demon above her. The brunette boy saw this and slammed his booted foot on her trembling leg causing a loud unmissable crack. The (y/h/c) girl let out a unbearable scream from her bloody lips and Stiles or rather the nogitsune found himself almost moaning at the sounds of her pain. The pleasure intensified as her searing pain traveled through his veins - knowing full well he broke her leg.
"And you know full well, little dove, that my name is not Stiles. Stiles is long gone."
"L-liar!" She forced trying her hardest to take her mind of the shooting pain running up and down her leg.
"Oh you would love it if that was true but you know that if your precious little Stiles was still here you wouldn't been in this predicament now would you?" She remained silent fearing that the words he said may actually be true.
"I don't appreciate it when I'm being ignored so please (y/n) use your words!" He spat grabbing hold of her face forcing her to hold eye contact with him.
"Use your words, little dove. Do you truly believe Stiles is going to save you now?" (Y/n) didn't say a word and just continued to look into his empty eyes.
"What did I say about being ignored?!"
The nogitsune climbed on top of her weeping body and moved his hands from her face to her neck and began to press lightly. (Y/n) made no reaction apart from closing her eyes preparing for whatever he was about to do next.
"Open your eyes and answer the question!" She jumped slightly and opened her eyes immediately. The nogitsune started to grip her neck harder making it even more difficulty breath.
"P-please s-stop I-I can't I-"
"That doesn't sound like an answer, (y/n). So I'll just have to answer the question again." Void drifted closer to her face so that there eyes were in alignment and gazed softly at her features that were now covered in bruises and blood.
"Do you think Stiles is going to save you?"
"N-no." She stutters struggling for a next breath. The nogitsune only smiles menacingly knowing that his plan finally worked.
"Hear that Stiles. Your girlfriend finally gave up on you.” Her heart dropped. Stiles could hear her. He knows that she doesn't believe in him anymore. Void continued to smirk and laugh as the girl began to lose consciousness.
"Y-you tricked-d m-me." (Y/n) spluttered before letting the darkness consume her.
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jasntodds · 3 years ago
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I saw @spideyspeaches do this and I wanted to do it, too so here we are lol
Tag as many people as there are wips AND you guys get to send an ask about whichever is intriguing to you!!
To Be Human (Stiles Stilinski x OC)
Season 3 is angst like literally start to finish
Exert: “Wouldn’t you wanna know?”
“I don’t know! Maybe. But, Scott, do you know how fucking horrible, how cruel it is to say goodbye to someone every single time you see them? How fucking painful it is? I did that and it’s….yes it’s great I got to say goodbye to my mom on several occasions. Every time she was lucid, it was like a final goodbye. Over and over and over and over again. It never got easier and yeah maybe it helped a little when she did die but….it was torturous. Do you want to put her and everyone else though that?”
Hamartia (Dark Peter Parker x Reader)
Exert: You shake your head in disbelief and annoyance and heartbreak and betrayal and every emotion in between. “You were gonna leave me there and I took a bullet out of you and then I had to burn you.” You swallow, your chin quivering as you grit your teeth. “I’m going the fuck home.”
A lump forms in Peter’s throat. “Wait.” 
“No!” You yell. “God, I have been trying to get you to talk to me for a year.” Your eyes water and you hate yourself for it. “And now that I’m pissed at you, really, really pissed off and I saved your fucking life and you took a bullet for me, now you want me to stay? After this? I am done. I–” You stop yourself to breathe, trying to keep the tears in and Peter can only watch, trying to hold back his own. “I can’t do it. I…” A dry laugh leaves your throat as a single tear falls down your cheek. “I do care about you, a lot but we both could have died and-” You rub her nose, still not fully looking at Peter. “I can’t lose you, Pete.” Your eyes finally meet Peter’s and he gets a good look at just how red and irritated they are from crying.
"P-please, can you–”
“I got the bullet. It’s there on the table and I cleaned you up. I’ll wash your clothes and give them to Ned to give to you. You’re gonna be fine. You’ll heal in like two or three days.” 
“I won’t.” Peter says, no stutter, no break. Simple but raw.
The First Punch (Boxer!Tom x Boxer!Reader)
Exert: “Well, I…I just want to feel like I’m somebody to someone, that’s it. I want to be someone’s someone, someone’s person. If you see me riding the L, I’m just someone on a train. A no one, but I wanna be somebody. It doesn’t have to be anyone big or anything, just somebody to someone.”
Even the seemingly most confident people still want to be somebody.
Tom moves his hand to cup your cheek and his eyes lock with yours. “You’re not just someone sitting on the L to me. You’re somebody to me.”
Copacetic (Evan “Buck” Buckley x OC)
Exert: “You’re not expendable. I would miss you a lot if something ever happened. I was...I was so scared today watching the news. I just…..I knew you wouldn’t be okay and I just…” Maizie looks away and it’s like she wants the world to stop so she can properly explain to him what’s’ going on in her head but she doesn’t know how to make the world stop. “I don’t know. I miss you, too, Buck. And….I do love you.”
“You never told me.” Buck says.
“I was scared that if I told you, it would make it real.”
Saving Grace (John Murphy x OC)
I don’t have much of this fic written tbh lol
Exert: “Hey.” Murphy says, voice weak.
“Well, good to know you’re alive.” Alanna says.
“Least someone is.” Murphy quirks a half smirk as best as  he can muster. “What’d you do to get stuck with watching me?”
“Murder, probably.” Alanna rolls her eyes. “I offered, though.”
“Why?” Murphy scoffs.
Alanna shrugs. “Guess I enjoy your annoyance.”
Pretense (College!Peter Parker x HOH!Reader)
Exert: “Peter?” Your eyes narrow at Spider-Man, wondering if you’ve just completely lost your mind or if Spider-Man really is this quiet mess of a boy you’ve been seeing.
“W-what? I’m not Peter.” He says too quickly.
“Peter!” You yell, now feeling almost betrayed that he didn’t tell you. It was the quiver in his voice that gave him away.
Peter quickly rushes you into the nearby alley, telling you to be quiet.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” You question, your voice demanding.
“Shhhh.” Peter hushes. “I’ll explain later, okay?”
“It is you! I’ve been....I work JJ! You know----that’s why....” You stutter piecing together why, after you met Peter, suddenly you’ve getting this pictures of Spider-Man no one else has been managing to get. “You...lied to me.”
You’ll Forget Me (Peter Parker x Reader)
No Way Home spoilers so I won’t say anything but it’s two parts and part two will come when I feel better!! lol It’s almost done!!
The Lucky Ones (Tom Holland x Reader)
I’m not saying anything about this but if you read Forever and liked it, I think you’ll like this one a lot. It has a lot less angst and is more rom-commy (will be posting when I finish Hamartia and The First Punch)
Star-Crossed (Peter Parker x Reader)
Also No Way Home spoilers but it’s a soulmate short series (from what I have outlined so far) it’s gonna be angsty 
Tagging: @spiderboytotherescue @softholand @sunflowerspidey @badassbabeparker @lauras-collection @sunflowerxbarnes @teen--marvel @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @tyunnie 
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unsupervisedpanda · 3 years ago
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Late night panic attacks
Liam Dunbar x Reader
Summary: Your brother begins to avoid you and you are left all alone. You are hurt and want anything to feel okay. In an attempt and out of anger you run out into the woods with no means of communication. And you are in danger.
You are y/n Stilinski. Your older brother was obviously Stiles. You were pretty similar. Thing is he seemed to be avoiding you. A lot.
It bothered you. You had tried talking to Scott but he told you not to worry about it. That it wasn't anything to worry about.
You called Allison but she didn't answer and neither did Lydia. You were sick of being ignored. You even called your dad. All he said is he was busy with work. That's why you're here. Sitting on your bed crying into your pillow.
In a last ditch effort you decided you'd try Liam. Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz! Bzzzzz!
"Hello?"
"Liam! Hey." You were glad he answered.
"Y/n? Hey! Um this is sorta a bad time. Can I call you back?" You were slightly surprised but it's Liam.
"O-oh. Of course! I'll talk to you later then?" You stammered a little.
" Sounds great. Alright. Talk to you later." You hung up.
You then decided to try Stiles. He wasn't home and neither was anyone else. You were a little paranoid.
Bzz- the person you are trying to reach is unava- you hung up.
He sent you straight to voicemail. You threw your phone across the room. You were sick of being alone. Decidedly you grabbed your f/c hoodie/jacket and stormed down the stairs and out of the house. Little did you know your phone was ringing off the hook. And there was no one to answer.
"Damn it!" Stiles yelled slamming his fist into the steering wheel.
Scott and Liam watched in shock as the usually cool headed and sarcastic Stiles freaked out. He was calling you over and over. They had all realized you may be a target and that you were all alone. Alone. That's all Stiles could think.
You, little sister were all alone and he left you vulnerable. You had no idea about the supernatural world. You didn't know you could be in danger. You didn't know your brother was calling you. And Stiles didn't know that you were not only all alone but also all alone in the woods. Stiles pushed on the gas and sped towards his house.
You were pretty deep into the woods by now. It was colder then you gave it credit for so you pulled your hoodie/jacket closer around you. To be honest with yourself the cold felt nice. Calming. You looked up and the moon shown down on you. Your only source of light considering you accidentally left your phone at home.
You looked ahead again. You continued walking but soon stopped as you heard rustling. A squirrel? Or maybe a rabbit? You thought. Hoping it wasn't a person who wanted you dead, you continued. You were almost to the clear, crisp river when something pounced on you. You flipped around to see the culprit. It wasn't anyone you knew. They growled at you as if they were a wolf or something.
They had long hair on their face and sharp fangs and claws. You screamed terrified. You fought against the thing on top of you. His claws dug into you arms as he straddled you. You continued to struggle. Looking for anything to attack the attacker. You saw a rock not to far. Running on adrenaline you pushed the asshole off and grabbed the rock bashing it on his head. You quickly turned to run when he grabbed you and threw you into a tree.
You heard your bones crack. You screamed. Loud. All of your breath left you as you nearly blacked out. You whimpered begging for someone to save you. For this creep to go away or to end your suffering. Then it happened. You felt your throat tighten and lungs shrink.
"Help."
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Stiles, Scott, and Liam had looked through the whole house. They had found your phone and keys, but no you. They all walked outside confused. Scott listened carefully. Listening for anything. It was silent for a while. That was until he heard a terrified scream. He and Liam both looked at each other and ran. Fast. They ran towards your scream. Stiles followed terrified of what they might find. Sprinting through the trees they followed every sound that sounded like you. Even your soft whimpers.
You panted out of breath.
"S-stop! Don't come n-near m-me!" You tried to breathe but it was getting harder and harder.
You knew why. A panic attack. You tried to sit up. Tried to calm down. The person only grew closer and closer until he picked you up choking you against the tree.
"L-let me GO!" You kicked and screamed.
Pain covered your back and ribs. Your lungs burning for air. Soon everything was fading out.
"Y/n!!"
Someone yelled. Someone familiar. You felt yourself falling to the ground gasping for air. Grasping for anything to hold. Soon someone was holding you. Gripping you gently.
"Y/n c'mon! Look at me. Focus on me!" You looked up still panicked.
Liam sat in front of you. You stared into his icy blue orbs. Stared at his lips. Pulled on his arms. Anything you could. Nothing worked though. Nothing was working. Soon you'd black out, not from getting strangled, but rather a panic attack.
Liam noticed you were slowly losing consciousness. He had to do something. Fast. He quickly pulled your face towards his and kissed you. You were shocked but kissed back. You slowly felt yourself calm down and melt into his embrace. Stiles quickly ran over to the two of you when he finally caught up. His little sister was in Liam's arms. You seemed content there. He quickly checked you over for any major injuries or blood. He found nothing he could see, but he had a feeling you had a couple broken ribs and a concussion. Scott had taken care of the werewolf that attacked you. Liam picked you up as you couldn't get up yourself and they all headed toward the Jeep to take you to miss McCall.
You woke up with an IV and your middle wrapped in many, many wraps. You also had a glass of water and some pain killers next to you. You quickly took them and then searched the room for your phone. Once you found it you called Stiles. Bzz-
"Y/n!?" Stiles had quickly picked up.
He didn't care if he was in class.
" S-stiles! W-where are y-you?" You hiccupped.
You needed your brother. Now. You cried and sniffled over the phone.
" Oh y/n I'll be there soon! I love you." He quickly hung up and ran out of class, but not before he grabbed Liam and dragged him to the Jeep. Scott obviously following. They all arrived at the hospital you immediately grabbing onto Stiles. Liam watched you and smiled. Scott watching the siblings as well.
"I was soooo scared. And mad. I was definitely mad! You Stiles better explain! A Fucking dog person-"
"Werewolf" Scott interjected.
" Werewolf tried to kill me! And you weren't there! And you weren't answering any of my calls. Neither was Lydia or Allison! Scott barely even texted me back and at least Liam actually answered and was considerate! You just left me all alone and what if you didn't find me! I would be dead!" You exclaimed heaving.
Stiles and Scott both looked down obviously feeling bad.
"Y/n I'm so so so sorry! I didn't mean to I just didn't want you getting hurt and the werewolf that attacked you was one we were hunting down. He attacked you because you're a weakness of ours. We didn't want to involve you. I mean obviously now you are involved but we didn't want you to be and-" Stiles rambled on and on.
A/n
You just smiled. When he was done you told Liam to come over and grabbed him by his shirt pulling him down on to your lips.
"That's a thanks for helping me. By the way I think you're pretty cute. Wanna go out?" You smirked as Liam blushed.
You sure were confident but he blamed it on the pain killers.
"Sure. I'd love to, y/n." He smiled.
I hope you enjoyed 💕 Sorry for any misspelling or grammar mistakes but hey it's a story! Bye my unsupervised critters 🐾💞
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teenwolffan-with-nolife · 4 years ago
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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.53
Word Count: 2,590
Characters: Derek Hale, Chris Argent, Lydia Martin, Kira Yukimura, Malia Tate, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Stiles Stilinski (mentioned), Reader, OC Characters
Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader
Warnings: angst, some fluff, small mentions of sex and kinks (eww i can’t believe i just wrote that eww)
A/N: ----
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“Yeah, Stiles, okay. I’ll go by Argent’s apartment tomorrow and I'll go pick them up, okay?” you ended the call from Stiles, before going to dry your hair.
“What did Stiles need?” Derek asked.
He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder.
“Oh, the chains they were using to hold back Malia and Liam broke so they need some new chains and stuff,” you explained.
“Oh? Well, maybe you can get a pair of cuffs for us?” he smirked slightly as you rolled your eyes.
“You broke the last pair,” you reminded.
“Technically, you did,” he retorted, pressing his lips against your neck as you scoffed.
You turned to face him, putting your arms around his neck, before you heard a loud knocking on the front door.
Derek frowned, checking the time.
“It’s 2 in the morning,” he replied.
You tensed up, walking towards the door cautiously before opening it, seeing Lydia and Kira standing in front of you.
“What the hell are you doing here at this time?” you asked, pulling them in before you closed the door.
“Look at this list,” Lydia opened up her laptop, showing a white screen with numbers and symbols over it.
She continued to scroll, showing you a list with names and numbers.
Sean Walcott 250
David Walcott 250
Michael Walcott 250
Christina Walcott 250
Lydia Martin 20
Scott Mccall 25
Demarco Montana 250
Derek Hale 15
(Y/N) (Y/L/N) 15
Carrie Hudson 500
Kayleen Bettcher 250
Kira Yukimura 6
Elias Town 250
You frowned slightly, turning to Lydia.
“I-It’s a deadpool. These are the targets. I sort of used my powers to find the deadpool and it asked for a code. The password was Alison and it opened up a third of the deadpool,” she explained.
Your face dropped slightly as Derek put his hand on your shoulder.
“W…” you were speechless, trying to process your words.
“You’re trying to crack the rest?” Derek asked.
Lydia nodded.
“Keep us updated on what’s happening,” Derek said.
You could feel your heart beating in the back of your head as you continued to stand there, frozen. You felt a knot in your stomach as you tried to take a breath. You could see a look of concern on Kira’s face as she looked at you.
“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” Kira asked.
You bit your lip, nodding your head softly.
“I need to work on finding the other names on the deadpool,” Lydia explained.
“Mhm,” you replied.
You could see the concern on both of their faces as Derek spoke, before leading them out of the loft.
“(Y/N),” he put his hands on your shoulders, looking down at you.
“I need you to just take a breath-” Derek started.
“I’m fine,” you lied, shaking your head.
“(Y/N)...” he started.
You closed your eyes softly, before wrapping your arms around Derek.
“We'll get through this,” Derek muttered.
Your heart continued to ache, mostly out of fear. Before it was only the Argent’s circle who was aware of you being a witch and aware of your powers, and now you didn't know who else would know, or what else would happen.
Your eyes watered at the thought of them trying to hurt Derek out of anger. 
“I don’t care where you have to go, whether it’s just a small grocery run o-or whatever, you can not be alone,” you clenched your jaw.
“Same goes for you, (Y/N/N),” he pressed his lips against your forehead, while you closed your eyes, leaning on his chest.
---
“Scott and Stiles explained everything to Stilinski,” the two of you sat in the car, on your way to Argent’s old apartment.
“Yeah,” you nodded, bouncing your leg as you looked out the window.
“I can feel you holding back,” he sighed.
“We just had a lot to deal with Kate and you losing your powers like this… this is a whole thing,” you shook your head.
He put his hand on your leg, caressing it gently.
“And we’ll get through it, just like we always do,” he reminded.
You sighed softly, nodding your head before the two of you pulled into the parking lot of the apartment, making your way up.
You noticed the lights on in the apartment while you looked under the door, tensing up.
“Something's inside,” you whispered to Derek.
He stayed quiet, frowning before pressing his ear against the door.
“I only hear one heartbeat,” he replied.
“Stay behind me,” you walked into the apartment cautiously, unlocking the door as you tip-toed to Chris’ office.
“(Y/N),” your mouth dropped open as you stared in shock, seeing Chris in front of you.
“Y-You’re back,” you stuttered.
“I told you I wasn’t going to run away from you,” he shrugged.
You ran to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly as he hugged you back.
“I’m so happy you’re okay,” you said softly.
There was a soft smile on his face as he stroked your head softly, wiping away the tears you didn't know you have.
“How was France?” you asked.
“Well, I wasn't in France for that long…”
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“This school really has no security, like at all. Even after everything that happened,” you walked into Beacon Hills High with Derek following behind you.
“I don’t think they care that much about security. But hey, it makes it easier for us,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, here’s the-” you paused in front of the boy’s locker room.
“Yeah, I know,” the two of you waited outside for a second to make sure it was empty.
You walked into the locker room, following Derek.
“Lots and lots of memories,” he sighed, smiling softly as he picked up Liam’s lacrosse stick.
“Yeah? Like what? Losing control in the showers?” you said in a mocking voice.
“Well, that's one thing. But, do you remember in your last week of school, we snuck into here when it was empty, and we-” you interrupted him, making a noise.
“Of course I remember that. That was… it was amazing,” you smiled at the memory, before following him farther into the locker room, hiding behind a wall.
He stroked your hand softly before you heard the door get pushed open, Scott running past you while you threw him Liam’s stick, picking up another one.
“Here,” you handed Derek the stick.
“Are you sure you have enough strength to snap it?” you asked Derek.
He nodded.
You watched as Liam stormed to his locker, looking for his stick before yelling out, frustrated.
“Where’s my stick?!” he yelled.
He walked around the locker room, while Derek walked out from behind the wall, holding the stick.
“This yours?” Derek said to Liam.
You listened as he snapped the lacrosse stick, hearing Liam gasp.
His eyes glew yellow as he let out a low growl, digging his nails into his claws.
He charged at Derek, before Derek quickly grabbed his neck, pushing him against the wall.
You saw Liam yelling out, struggling against Derek’s hold before Scott came out, yelling Liam’s name.
“You’re right. He is angry,” Derek replied.
You walked in front of the two of them.
“This one’s yours,” Scott handed him his lacrosse stick as Derek let go of him.
“Go to class, Liam,” Scott said.
Liam looked at Scott, before nodding, grabbing his bag, and walking out of the room.
You smiled softly, crossing your arms as you looked at Scott.
“What the hell are you two smiling about?” Scott said, slightly frustrated.
“You’re gonna be so good at this,” you replied softly.
“A-Are you joking? I have no idea what I’m doing. I really need help,” Scott started.
“Well, I’ll tell you one thing. His anger? It’s going to make him stronger,” Derek replied.
“And dangerous,” Scott added.
“You’ve handled dangerous before,” you replied.
Scott sighed, sitting on the bench as he put his hands on his head.
“I was supposed to focus on school this semester,” he started.
You sat down next to him, putting your hand around his shoulder while Derek sat on the other side of him.
“Now Kate’s back, I-I have a beta, and this deadpool,” you could feel him getting more and more nervous as you held his hand.
“Well, we know the deadpool has all of our names on it, so that needs to be our top priority. Lydia’s working on it, right?” Derek asked.
Scott nodded his head softly, still looking down.
“All these problems are temporary. We will figure this all out. You’ll still get time to focus on school. You’re very smart when you want to be, Scotty. Besides, community college isn't that bad,” you smirked softly as he scoffed.
“You’re forgetting you got into an Ivy League and Stanford,” Scott sighed.
You saw Derek frown slightly, before you put your focus back on Scott.
“It doesn't matter if you go to some big shot school. You’re gonna do amazing wherever you go, with whatever you do. You’re gonna be a great vet,” he smiled softly before hearing the bell ring.
“I’ll see you guys,” he waved as he ran out of the locker room quickly.
“Hey, why didn't you tell me you got into Stanford? Or an Ivy League?” Derek asked, pulling on your arm gently.
“I-I don’t know, I guess I thought it wasn't as important because I wasn’t going to leave Beacon Hills,” you explained.
“Why weren’t you going to leave Beacon Hills?” Derek asked.
“I didn't want to leave Beacon Hills.”
“Why not? (Y/N), all this pain and suffering, losing so many people that you care about… why would you want to stay here?”
“I didn't want to leave you,” you saw his face drop slightly.
“I don't ever want to be someone who’s holding you back,” he stroked your cheek softly as you bit your lip.
“You don’t hold me back, Derek. I chose to stay here and I don’t regret my choice,” you shook your head.
You held his hand, stroking it softly as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.
“I love you,” he said softly.
“I love you too.” 
---
You watched as Derek got into his car, driving off as you made your way to the art room, trying to find Lydia.
“Anything yet?” you asked her as you walked in.
“Nothing,” she clenched her jaw, shaking her head.
“Well, don’t stress it. Just breathe,” you tried to encourage her as she rolled her eyes.
“Malia. I don’t need you breathing on my neck!” Lydia yelled out, frustrated.
“Well, you see, I kind of don’t want to die, so I need you to crack this list,” Malia replied.
You hid the smirk on your face before you pulled Malia away, sitting down next to her on the table.
“How do you like school?” you asked.
“It’s pointless,” she muttered.
“How much of this stuff am I actually going to use in life?” she asked.
“The only class I can fully say I use in life is Forensics, maybe some Biology and Chemistry, but nothing much,” you shook your head.
“Then what’s the point of math?” she rolled her eyes.
“Old people like watching us suffer,” you shrugged.
She shrugged, before picking up the book next to her, beginning to read through it.
You saw Stiles and Scott running through the hallway, holding Liam up as you frowned.
“Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit…” you got up, running after them.
---
“Lydia needs Meredith, but apparently she showed up at the station, so Lydia and Malia are on their way there,” you looked at the messages on your phone before putting it aside, waiting in front of the school with Derek.
“And Meredith is another banshee?” Derek asked.
“Yeah, she had a thing for Isaac,” you smiled at the memory.
Derek chuckled softly, before leaning against his car.
“What’s taking Chris so long?” you muttered to yourself, looking at your phone to check the time.
“I’m here,” he walked in front of the two of you as you stood up.
“Well, let’s go then, shall we?”
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You stood outside the vault, waiting for Derek and Chris to finish while you wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling a slight breeze. The school was still full, there was a lacrosse scrimmage, and no one would be stupid enough to attack at the moment.
You noticed something moving from the corner of your eye as you turned your head, looking towards the trees.
You squinted your eyes, looking back to the steps of the vault.
You’re being paranoid
You shook your head before hearing another noise, hearing a twig snap.
You shot your head up once again, making your way to the woods as you clenched your fist.
You looked back to the vault entrance before sighing.
“Augendae tenebris,” your eyes were purple as you made your way through the woods, looking around.
There was no there, and no sign of anyone there.
“Dumbass,” you muttered to yourself.
You felt something hit the back of your head as you groaned, falling to the ground.
You winced, putting one hand on the back of your head as you tried to make out everything in front of you.
Your vision was blurry as more and more panic filled your chest.
“Clypeus,” you felt a blunt force hit your stomach, pushing your back as you groaned softly, trying to push yourself up.
“You little hypocrite,” you heard an unfamiliar gruff voice from in front of you.
You blinked hard, trying to make out who was talking to you as you saw a man standing over you.
“You little bitch!” he yelled.
He blew some dust, which you realized to be Hawthorne as you coughed, trying to gasp for air and regain your balance.
“Your little mommy isn't here to protect you anymore. You’re dead you little bitch,” you could feel a sharp blade sticking on your throat as you tried to keep your movement still, feeling some tears rush to your eyes.
“I-I don’t know who you are-” you started.
“Well then, let me remind you,” you pulled you up harshly, while your back hit the tree trunk behind you.
“You and your mommy killed my wife! All because she was supernatural! She never hurt anyone!” he yelled at you.
“I don’t know who you’re talking about!” you yelled back.
“I’ve wanted my revenge for years. Then I see your name on this deadpool. God really does exist, doesn't he,” you could hear his small chuckle as a tear fell down your cheek.
“Dis,” you pushed him to the ground, holding him down as yelled out.
“Somnum,” his eyes fluttered shut as you took a step back, your breathing shaky as you bit your lip, holding back your cries.
More and more tears rushed to your eyes as you tried to control your breathing, taking bigger breaths.
“(Y/N)!” you heard Derek yell, as he ran to you, putting his hands on your shoulders.
“W-What happened? I-Is he dead?” Derek’s eyes went wide as you shook your head.
“N-No… he’s just asleep,” your voice broke as he pulled you into his arms tightly. You closed your eyes, holding in your cries as you leaned your head against his chest.
“I-It’s… it’s not just assassins it's hunters too,” you said softly.
He pressed his lips against your forehead, holding you tightly before whispering.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.”
You nodded your head softly, walking with him to the car before driving off.
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whatdoesshedotothem · 3 years ago
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Monday 25 September 1837
6 ¾
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fine morning – with A- at 7 ¾ in the north parlour till after 8 – then out about with Robert M- the last ½ hour till came in to breakfast at 9 ½ just before A- rode to Cliff Hill – breakfast and in and out with Booth till Holt came now at 11 and staid till 1 ½ - he seems now persuaded it is the dead water we have at the L.E.P. agrees with me, my uncle Joseph L- must have driven the drift to loose the coal he bought of Dr. Drake (in what is now Wilkinsons’ land) – had the estate plan and large plan down – explained and shewed Holt the line of great Mytholm throw he never knew so much about it before – is no convinced the L.E.P. ought not to be bottomed – thinks the 5ft. broad throw down in Pearson’s field near the E.P. not enough to keep back the dead water because the middle ban is driven quite thro’ at the end of the drift near Tilly holm stile – H- all for sinking the P.E.P. the 2 drifts from there to L.E.P. upper mine will be driven in a year – would rive one the main gate a good corve – gate 3ft. and the other 6in. smaller the vent gate 2ft. 6in. – the stuff to be buried inside – and the 2 drifts taken together to be driven for 2/6 per yard each that is 5/. per yard the 2 drifts – they would be done for less but not everybody would do them because it will be a wet job – would drive one of these drifts a good main gate because if I buy Dovehouse coal or, a great deal of coal will have to be hurried along this gate, viz. to vent the cross cuts to carry air for driving a straight main gate thro’ Dove house land – agreed that the P.E.P. could be vented as I proposed by a chimney at one end – and that there would be very little water so immediately under the throw (might be would be a little in the 36 yards band) .:. that the pit might be bottomed by Xmas for 40/. per yard would not be above 40 yards deep – the Long goit there 4 yards deep – so that pumping the water into it would leave 36 yards to pump, and at L.E.P. we should have to pump 32 yards – would have an engine that would pump 2 mine inch bore pumps tho’ thought with me that perhaps the present pumps might do – as soon as we had driven thro’ the throw, there would be coal for the engine – of course, the Engine would be wanted immediately on bottoming the pit if we could do without it till then – I think and H- did not deny that we might bottom the pit without it – calculated – agreed that the P.E.P. needed not delay the opening of the colliery as it would be done before the Incline – not to begin the latter till we saw the P.E.P. bottomed – the upper bed 17 yards deep near the brook at the Corner of Dodgson field next Mytholm Ing – the boring would take till next Saturday night – a 6 horse engine (like the one ordered by Holt) would burn ten loads a day a 10 horse engine H- would have at P.E.P. suppose would burn 20 loads a day (but it would not burn above 18 loads a day) would cost 5d. (if I had them to buy) per load – but I had enough of my own in Wellroyde land that field the footpath goes thro’ at the low end (low as to the coal stratum but upper as to the surface) near the house – above an acre than that H- himself would give a hundred guineas for – would cost 3/. per score getting and my own cart would carry them –
suppose 5 loads in a yard .:.
4840 x 5 = 24200/20 = 1210 days consumption at 3/. per day (i.e. per score) = £181.10.0
1210/365 = 3 years + 115 days consumption say 3 ½ years or at the rate of £54.9.0 per annum.
then there is the carting worth say (at least) 2/. a day - + the coal getting = £72.10.9 per annum but if I had the coal to buy it would cost me 5/. + carting 2/. = 7/.per day = or
in fact the coal is worth £100 per annum  __________________ £91.0.0 per annum
Fireman at 16/. or 17/. per week say 17/: = £37.14.0 + £100 = £137.14.0 per annum exclusive of wear and tear – take there the expense of engine altogether at £150 per annum I said the great consideration was would the coal pay for this additional engine – would H- follow this plan if the coal was his own yes!   I must do this or give up the colliery and this would not do after spending so much money – but H- says I may cover the wheel with a building to hold
SH:7/ML/E/20/0133
20 large worsted frames (that will certainly let for £18 a piece) for £500 18 x 20 = £360 H- to speak to Matthew Naylor the man employed by Mr. Akroyde and by most people about mills, and to bring me the result on Monday morning – he and Joseph Mann to come together then and let the matter be talked over and settled – H- said they had got £30DW. in Southowram in 10 years – and they cleared £50 per collier – at 1st they paid Mr. Waddington for the coal £50 per collier but there was no peace – W. thought the colliers got too much and H- that they got too little so they agreed to pay by acre – H- pumped the water by a water wheel which cost £600 putting down –
I must have 30 colliers to clear £1500 a year – and then said I, remember I have agency to pay – yourself bottom-steward and banksman and at 3/4d. per load (a farthing a piece) this would make a difference – yes! but said H- in such a large concern, less than that would H- agreed I ought to have 10 pc. on outlay – but said I ought not to put all to the colliery that was laid out on the meer and water wheel
suppose £100 of what is now expense to belong to the collier + £4000 to be laid out
= £5000 fairly to be laid to the colliery should yield £500 per annum.
30 colliers = 5 acres and at £200 per acre = £1000 -------------
this would do very well but I doubt that thus much  1500
would ever reach my pocket – nous verrons?
I certainly ought to make something of my coal-loose besides the coal itself
Mr. Rawson has now 13 colliers getting soft bed and 5 getting upper bed
can he clear £50 per collier? (H- had 10 colliers and cleared £500 a year)
talked over the pheying thro’ the old works to the whole upper bed coal – shewed H- that we should properly have 400 yards to go – then he would let it alone and I agreed – there would be a main gate to phey and wall and arch at 5/. per yard and a vent gate to phey at 3/. per yard and 8/. x 400 ? £160. same this for the present mentioned having offered Joseph M- Franks’ cottage at Mytholm
H- thinks ? he will not take it on account of distance from the mill where his daughter work and says a worsted mill at Listerwick would be a great advantage!
Summary Boring down to upper bed will be 17 yards deep and not done till next Saturday night
P.E.P. may be bottomed by Xmas 40 yards at 40/. = £80 towards which £50 saved it not L.E.P. bottoming
2 gates (main and vent) at 2/6 each = 5/. per yard for the 2 coal will pay for driving and rails
Listerwick wheel will turn 20 worsted frames at £18 = £360 building to cost £500
the Incline will cost £3000 + £1000 other matters + £1000 of what is already
expense = £5000 to be laid on the colliery –
H- cleared £50 per collier – I have agency to pay but less than ¾d. per load will pay it
Pheying 2 gates to whole coal in upper bed 400 yards at 8/. = £160. given up
on considering the line of great Mytham throw on the great plan as found in Lower place field called the Park, and on sinking a well near Northowram hall in Mrs. Lancashire’s land (ordered about for her by Holt himself) it seems that Wilsons’ engine is on the low side (dry side – easy side) the throw – he has only water to keep it going 6 hours a day – the throw that appears just above quarry house in Stocks’ quarries, and quite alters the stone, is probably the great Mytham throw? vide – about 1/3 of W-‘s coal seems to be above (west of) the throw, and if he drives thro’ the throw to get this 1/3 of his coal . he loses all the Northowram coal Stocks’ and the Long Companys’ etc. and must pump for them all – Had Holt from 11 to 1 ½ then stood musing over the large plan till 2 ¾ - then out about for ½ hour then till now 4 50 wrote all the above of today – making memoranda in rough book till after 5 –
washed and out at
out at 5 20 Thomas Pearson having sent for the new oak gate I gave him the other day – out about till 6 ½ - dressed – A- returned at 6 ¾ - cold and quite dusk – far too late for her to be out – dinner at 7 20 coffee (no newspaper) – A- and I upstairs at 9 ¾ - 10 minutes with her in her room then till 10 20 in my study looking at map of Spain – having read 32pp. (from p. 182 to 214) vol. 2 Anonymous travels in Gallicia etc- and account of the Basque provinces – interesting enough – fine day tho’ heavy shower between 12 and 1 – F48° now at 10 20 pm then till 10 50 read from p. 132. to 151 on fossil fuel and collieries
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dr0wning-in-hell · 5 years ago
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Realization - Stiles Stilinski
Summary : Y/N and Stiles had been a known thing for a while now, the human was dating the most beautiful and strongest werewolf, but he didn’t see it that way. Y/N was a distraction so that he could try to forget his love for Lydia Martin. When he finally has the chance to be with Lydia, he takes it, but doesn’t realize what he’s really losing until it’s far too late. 
Word Count : 1.2K +
Warnings : angst, sad stuff, injured!reader, sad!stiles, death,
Pairing/Characters : Stiles Stilinski x reader, Lydia Martin, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall
Prompt : “Hi! I was wondering if I could request an angsty Stiles Stilinski imagine, oneshot, etc. anything really. I was thinking maybe he leaves the reader when he gets his opportunity with lydia and when the reader’s life is in critical condition he realizes that he loves the reader or something or you can also do.” - anon
A/N : I’m really trying to get your guys’ requests done, I promise. If you have a request though still feel free to send it in! This is really shitty writing btw so I’m very sorry in advance. 
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“They’re so cute.”
“They’re going to get married some day.”
“Look at how in love they are with each other.”
Those were the most common phrases said when Y/N Y/L/N, a werewolf, and Stiles Stilinski, a human, roamed the town of Beacon Hills. Part of one of these phrases was true, one side of the couple truly did love the other, but that was it. They would never marry in the future, thats for sure, but Y/N was the only one in the relationship that had genuine feelings for the other party. She just didn’t know it yet.
Beacon Hill’s latest threat was now defeated and gone, Jackson was no longer the Kanima and Gerard Argent had disappeared. The pack was thrilled, their nightmare was over. Well, for the pack it was at least. Y/N could sense the tension between her and Stiles, but she didn’t know why it was there in the first place. She would spend her nights awake, wondering what was wrong, she was wracking her brain trying to figure it out. 
Finally, one night she had had enough of it and just decided to go ask her boyfriend herself. So, Y/N drove down to Stiles’ house that was only a few blocks away and decided to get herself some answers. When she reached his front door she realized she didn’t even know what she was going to ask him. Her hand had already knocked on the front door and now she was just waiting to see him on the other side. When she went to knock for the second time the door finally opened and there on the other side of the threshold stood Stiles. 
God, I’m so in love with him, Y/N thought to herself.
“Oh, hi.” Stiles said a little stunned when he saw Y/N. He had been trying to avoid her all week, he didn’t know how to say what he needed to say to her, but it looked like he had no choice now.
“Hi.” Y/N said, “Can we talk?” Her voice was shaking a little, maybe it’s because she was cold or maybe it’s because she was scared of what was going to happen.
“Uh yeah, sure.” Instead of inviting her inside and out of the cold, he just stepped outside and stood a good six feet away from her. “Listen, I’ve wanted to tell you for awhile now but I don’t think we’re working out anymore.”
It hit her like a truck. A big fucking semi truck had just plowed through her heart and now she didn’t know what to do. 
“W-what?” Y/N stammered out. “What do you mean?”
Stiles sighed, “I- I’ve come to the realization that I don’t love you, I’m still in love with Lydia, I always have been.” He wouldn’t even look at her. What a coward. “I’m sorry Y/N, I should have said something sooner, I never wanted to hurt you but I didn’t know how to tell you.” Y/N was stunned. All her worst thoughts had come to life, and instead of eve trying to say anything to him she just walked away and got in her car. Stiles didn’t even try to stop her, he went back inside and shut the door.
Later though, realization would hit him and he’d wish he’d never let her go.
Y/N’s heart hurt, it hurt a lot more than she thought it would. She had tears streaming down her face while she drove home, and that was her second mistake of the night. She couldn’t see all that well, which lead her to her final moments.
As she drove down the empty road, her blurry eyes didn’t even register the fact that there was something large and very scary looking standing in the middle of the road. It was too late when she did see it, her car had already flipped and the thing in the road was rushing towards her. Y/N was screaming for help but it was no use, because only seconds after her car flipping the monster had yanked her from the crushed vehicle and was now cursing her airway.
“Where is Scott McCall?” The deep voice bellowed out. Y/N couldn’t answer, how could she? She couldn’t breathe. When it didn’t get the answer it wanted it lost it’s patience and crushed her throat entirely, killing her in an instant. Her life was over in a flash, and no one would know until morning came. 
The police were called a number of times the next morning, as people were driving down the road they stumbled across Y/N’s wrecked car and her lifeless body that lay on the pavement. When Sheriff Stilinski appeared on the scene he almost threw up because of the fact that he knew who it was. 
“Dad? Hey, what’s going on? I’m trying to get to school and the whole road is blocked.” Stiles was running up from his parked car, making his way past police officers and towards his dad.
“Son, I’m gonna need you to go back to your car and go home.” Stiles didn’t listen to him, and instead went around to see what happened. That was something he never should have done.
As soon as he saw Y/N’s body laying on the ground he fell to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes. He did this, he did this because he was stupid enough to let her go. Scott and Lydia had already pulled up to the scene, all wondering what was going on. And then they heard his cries. They rushed to their friend, despite the sheriff yelling at them they ran to Stiles, where they saw him crawling to his dead ex-girlfriend. 
“Oh my god.” Lydia whispered, hand covering her mouth. 
“Stiles?” Scott asked calmly, “What happened?” 
Stiles sniffled, “I- I broke up with her last night because I thought I was still in love with Lydia, but I- I, I was just scared Y/N didn’t love me back.” His hands were stroking her hair, holding her hand that was now pale and grey. “I love her Scott, and I let her go!” He screamed, “I let her go and now she’s dead.” 
Realization hit that he would never get to tell her he loved her, never again would he get to hold her or kiss her. Realization of the situation sucked ass, and he was wishing he never would have let her go. 
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xxfanficnationxx · 5 years ago
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Lacuna // Teen Wolf Rewrite
Second Chance at First Line Part 3
Masterlist
Last Part
Pairing: Stiles x Reader (Eventually)
Warnings: Physical Violence
A/N: Part 3 it is, Hopefully you enjoy this, i rewrote this episode about a million times, but now it’s in decent shape. Let me know what you think because I think this is my favorite part yet :) (later note: I am SOOOO SORRY this took so long. NGL I had this in my drafts for a while...) but im writing again now that is winter break sooo here you go. 
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As Derek's car drives away, Stiles makes his way up the driveway. You all get out of the car, the boys grabbed the shovels.
“Wait, something’s different.” Scott says.
“Yeah, that doesn’t smell right, Scott.” You say, the smell of human blood not apparent.
“Let’s just get this over with.” Scott says as he begins to dig the hole.
You were left with the job of looking out and listening if the car comes back up the driveway.
“This is taking way too long!” Scott says.
“Just keep going.” Stiles says.
“If you would let me help Stiles, I do have super strength.” you say, arms crossed rolling your eyes.
“It’s fine! You don’t need to get your hands dirty.” Stiles replies.
“What if he comes back.” Scott replies.
“Then we get the hell out of here.” Stiles says.
“What if he catches us?” Scott says.
“I have a plan for that.” Stiles says.
“Which is?” Scott asks.
“Y/N runs one way, I run one way, and you run the other way. Whoever he catches first, too bad.” Stiles says.
“I hate that plan” Scott says.
“Can the both of you stop worrying so much. I will let you know if someone’s coming okay. You two reek of misery” you gag.
“Alright Stop, stop, stop” Stiles shovel hits something, they begin to search for what it is.
“Hurry!” Scott says
“I’m trying, but did he have to tie the thing In 900 knots.” Stiles says.
“I’ll do it!” Scott says. As they get it to unravel, the head of a wolf is revealed. You’re standing behind them looking into the hole. Both of the boys scream and jump back hitting you making you scream and fall.
“What the hell is that?!” Stiles screams.
“It’s a wolf!” You say, pushing Stiles off of you, so you can see it better.
“I can see that?!” Stiles retorts, “I thought you smelled blood, as in human blood”
“Told you something was different.” Scott says
“That’s what I smelled.” You says covering your nose.
“This doesn’t make any sense.” Stiles says
“Guys we’ve gotta get out of here it reeks.” That’s when you notice, the aura of the wolf, you can still see it. It’s faint and hardly noticeable but you can see that she felt fear, and betrayal. Tears brim your eyes.
“Okay, help me cover this up.” Stiles looks up, towards a flower.
“What’s wrong.” Scott asks. You look up at the flower too and recognize it.
“You see that flower?” Stiles asks
“What about it?” Scott asks. You sigh, he is so clueless.
“I think it’s -“ stiles starts the sentence.
“Wolfsbane” you say together, you glance at each other. The cold air revealing your breaths.
“What’s that?” Scott says.
“Uh… haven’t you ever seen the Wolf Man?” Stiles asks.
“No..” Scott says. You groan.
“Lon Chaney Jr.” you ask “Claude Rains?” Scott shakes his head
“The original Classic werewolf movie?” Stiles asks, he’s getting worked up.
“No, what??” Scott says.
“You are so unprepared for this.” Stiles says. He gets up and grabs the flower, it starts to spiral around the body. When he was done with it, you looked into the hole
“Stiles” both and and Scott say.
“Holy” Stiles says. You see the girl, you feel her pain. Tears start to silently fall from your eyes.
Stiles places a hand on your back. You close your eyes.
Once Stiles called his dad, it was morning already. Mr. Stilinski, leads Derek out of his house. He locks eyes with you, you feel his betrayal.
You and Scott see Stiles make his way to Derek. He opens the passenger seat to the police car. You focus your hearing on what they are saying.
“Okay, just so you know, I’m not afraid of you.” Stiles says. “Okay maybe I am. Doesn’t matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed… she was a were-wolf. She was a different kind, wasn’t she. I mean, she can turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can’t do that, and Y/N is a tiger. Is that why you killed her?”
“Why are you so worried about me when it’s your friends who are the problem. When he shifts on the field, or when she leaves this town because she can’t find anyone else who knows who she is, what do you think they’re going to do… huh? Just keep cheering Scott on? I can’t stop him from playing, but you can. Y/N is a whole other ballgame. She needs me. But looks like you guys messed that up for her.” Derek says.
‘L-leave…’ you think to yourself ‘what does he mean?’
You were too distracted to notice Stiles getting pulled out of the car by his dad. You move towards Scott as Stiles and Noah talk it out.
“Scott…” you say “did you listen in to what they were saying?”
“Yes” he says. Looking away from your face.
“What he said about me. About me needing him, what do I do?” You say. You were scared.
He looks at you, with determination “We will figure it out. Okay?” You nod your head. Stiles walks over to the two of you, You all get inside the car and start your journey out of the woods.
“I can’t find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial, or anything for Y/N’s… issues” Scott looks at you, uncomfortable with the subject obviously. You sigh.
“Just keep looking, maybe it’s like a ritual or something, like they bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it’s like a special skill you know, like something you have to learn.” Stiles says.
“I’ll put it on my to do list right underneath figuring out how I’m playing this game tonight.” Scott says
“Maybe it’s different for girl were-wolves, or… were-tigers.” Stiles glances at you 
You begin to breath hard, it felt like that night when you walked into the party, you ad a huge headache. 
You start to breathe heavy, Scott looks at you and Stiles gulps loudly.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Stiles asks “Scott?”
You held the backpack on your lap
“No, no I’m not I’m so far from being okay.” Scott yells.
“You know you’re going to have to accept this sooner or later.” Stiles says.
You felt like you were going pass out, you were breathing so hard.
Stiles starts to lose control of the Jeep as Scott is hyperventilating. You can feel your claws digging into the backpack.
“Pull over” Scott says
“Why what’s happening?” Stiles asks.
Scott grabs the backpack from you and opens it, “you kept it!?” Scott screams. He looks up to you and immediately begins to worry for you.
“What was I supposed to do with it?!” Stiles says.
“Stop the car.” Scott says. Your eyes start to shut slowly, all you wanted to do was sleep, that is until you’re thrown forward from the brakes of the Jeep. You didn’t even notice that your teeth and eyes were changed.
Stiles gets out and throws the backpack into the woods, you were hanging over the passenger seat, you throw your legs over as Scott gets out. You gently fall into a deep sleep. You couldn’t even think about what else was happening in the outside world.
The next thing you remember, you were being dragged out of the car by Stiles. You were still pretty loopy, you lift your head and make eye contact with, “Stiles, woah, what are you doing!” you laugh and snort. He pulls your legs out “Weeeee!” you say.
He smiles, “Come on, lets get you inside.” He puts one of your arms over his shoulders and start to walk to your house. 
“When did we get here?” you laugh. He goes to open the door, though it’s locked.
“Where are your keys?” He asks. You pull your arm away and go digging in your pockets and find your keys and attempt to unlock the door, but you drop them. He grabs them and opens the door, replacing your arm around your shoulder. He begins to take you to your room, though as you were passing the kitchen Stiles stops. 
“Ummm, Hello Stiles” Your aunt says, she was in the middle of making her dinner for work. Her eyes are wide looking at your loopy form.
“Auntie!” you say getting excited. 
“She’s not feeling well, I was just going to take her to her room.” He smiles, awkwardly and stumbles with you bringing you to your room. He lays you down on your bed, and begins to take off your shoes. “I’m going to go see if I can help Scott,” He grabs your keys and take the moped keys off the key ring, “I will tell Scott to drive the moped there.” He takes one last look at you, pulling the cover over yourself as you start to fall asleep again. 
After an hour or two you wake up, headache like you couldn’t believe. everything came flowing back to you, ‘I cant believe Stiles had to take me home.’ you groan ‘Oh god, Auntie.” you go to call your auntie, until you see that she had texted you.
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Dear lord... You’re never going to live this down. From either of them. 
You remember about the big game tonight, you start to pull yourself together. “It’s time to support my boys.”
You felt a little bit extra, so you started to pull things from the back of your closet. Here we go. 
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You walked onto the field, you saw Alison in the stands with Lydia. Stiles looked at you, his mouth slightly open with worry. You smile and wave, and walk towards the girls.
“Hi, my name’s Y/N, are you Allison’s father?” You ask with the nicest smile you can wear.
“Yes, hello, you can call me Argent.” He shakes your hand. You sit in between them.
‘Argent...’
You can feel that Scott’s changed, his heart is beating out of his chest. You look to Stiles, he’s scared.
Scott calms a bit, then shoots the ball into the net, everyone went crazy, people flying out of the stands. I went straight to finding Stiles.
“Yes! Oh my god” Stiles screamed. You found him and hugged him. Taking in his scent, you were purely focused on hugging him]. He held onto you, then pulled away a smile on his lips.
Noah was on the phone next to us. Stiles looks to him, “Dad, what’s wrong?”
Noah looked at us holding his hand out, telling us to wait. He walks up to us, “The medical examiner looked at the other half, she said the cause of death was by animal. Plus the ID of the dead girl was revealed to be Derek's sister, Laura Hale, Derek's getting released.”
You and Stiles looked at each other, that’s when you realized, Scott!
Both of you ran towards the school into the locker room. As you step in you see Allison and Scott kissing.
“Oh god…” Stiles says. You grab his hand, pulling him back behind the lockers
“I gotta get back to my dad” says Allison she starts to walk away. “Hi Stiles, Y/N.” She looks at you and giggles. You raise your hand up to your ear and mouth ‘call me’. You couldn’t wait to hear the details. 
She leaves and Scott come up so us. “I kissed her” he says with a goofy smile.
“I saw” Stiles says. Scott looks down at our hands. And you immediately pull your hand away and awkwardly smile.
“She kissed me” Scott says.
“Saw that too” you say. “Pretty good huh?”
He looks at you with a smile. “I-I-I-I don’t know how, but I controlled it. I pulled it back.” Scott says. “Maybe I can do this, maybe it’s not that bad.”
“Maybe we can do this” you say to him, grabbing his hand.
“We’ll talk later then.” Stiles grabs you and is about to turn around.
Scott grabbed Stiles. “What is it?”
That’s when you broke the news to Scott about the medical examiner and Derek getting released. Maybe it’s not going to be so easy after all.
Part 3, the last part for this episode! let me know what you think will happen next. 
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thenightmareofyourdrems · 4 years ago
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@troubxesome || Robyn
"---You can't care for everyone when you're trying to survive for yourself, first..." Robyn coldly stated, scowling at Theo being so brave to seat directly next to him. He kept seated, eyes staring ahead-- pretending that he was still sitting by himself, taking a deep breath. He knows what it means to be alone and claw his way up to the top. Literally, he did everything he had to reunite with Derek, be in a pack again-- adjust to having people around who actually care. It wasn't easy to open up. This Beta had to be extremely selfish before he was comfortable with Isaac, Stiles, and finally Scott. And it took a lot of trial and error to be part of this gang of misfits. 
And once again, Theo is fitting in with ease.
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How annoying... "Busy." He repeated quietly. He huffed and frowned, so that's how they're being now. "But able to direct you to find me. And now they're busy." They're only busy because they don't want to deal with his stubborness. Scott doesn't want him around to help, and Stiles doesn't want to hang out--- that really makes his blood boil, and he feels ultimately betrayed and angry. And without warning--- Robyn answered Theo's question, ensuring that his claw swiped across Theo's face to leave a bloody wound that will in fact need a day to heal. A temporary reminder for Theo to keep his damn distance from the Beta.
 "I think they have more stuff to busy with now... oops."
"This is not me trying to survive." He wore a puzzled expression, one of sheer protest. Despair. "I just want to be in this pack, is it so bad? Don't you want to belong somewhere?" Omegas rarely ever survived on their own.  And the moment the Dread Doctors finished with their success, he was A L O N E. He knew better than to think they’d care. Better than to think they’d establish his safety. His well-being.
Before he could open his mouth. Before he could justify Scott, a sharp pain caught him off guard. Startled him.
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Impulsively, he stood up, his own hand meeting with the wound. It wasn't the pain nor the blood that’d shocked him. It wasn’t the injury itself -even though he could tell it was deep-. It was the fact that Rob had attacked him. The fact he'd made his final choice: they w o u l d be enemies, standing on opposite sides. But then, hadn't it been a self-destructive move coming from Rob? He could go to Scott, tell him that his little Beta had lashed out. That he'd lost control. 
"What the hell?!" The words came out loud, aggressive, shocked. He'd known that Rob hated him. That his very single existence frustrated him. But violence? He hadn't seen it coming. His own eyes glowed yellow just for a moment -hell, the desire to punch him was growing irresistible-. He couldn't do it, though. The moment he fought back, he'd be at fault. He'd lose his only benefit. Scott would blame H I M. And yet, pride was working busily within him. That paroxysm of rage burning powerful -almost unbeatable-.
 "No wonder they don't like you. Irritable teens with insecurities... Not the best company."
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somethingpoetichere · 6 years ago
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DATING SCOTT MCCALL WOULD INCLUDE-
’(I’m sorry if this sucks I wrote it forever ago and just added a few things lol)
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You’re the new girl, arriving (before beginning of s4) to stay with your long time friend Lydia Martin, and when you walk through the doors for the first time, Scott accidentally hits himself with his locker
You try your best to suppress a giggle as you open your locker beside his, but end up hitting yourself with your own locker and end up in tears laughing right alongside the brown haired boy
“I’m Scott McCall.” He smiles at you as the both of you finally calm down, extending his hand out for you to shake.
“Y/N Y/L/N.” You grin at him, and Scott is head over heels for you the minute your eyes meet his
Lydia had told him a lot about you already and he’d seen the pictures before, but no description or photo could have possibly done you justice in Scott’s eyes
He helps show you around on your first day, and you end up quickly befriending Scott and his intensely sarcastic yet endearing best friend Stiles
You become really good friends with the pack, as they all fell a little bit in love with your attitude and carefree smile
You stop by your locker after lunch and share a smile with Scott as Stiles corners you once you’re away from Lydia, immediately badgering you about any potential past crushes...
“Did my name come up like once maybe? Or was there a boy with moles mentioned??”
“Sorry about Stiles, he’s been in love with her for years.” Scott apologizes  to you about him for the fourth time, but you laugh it off
“Don’t worry about it, its actually really sweet. I wish a guy cared about me like that.”
As you walk off, Scott smiles dreamily at you and thinks about how you just might have one who does
Becoming really good friends with Stiles, who may or may not send you snapchats of Scott every five seconds captioned with obnoxious and sexual comments
“Our favorite puppy is staring at you again.”
“Really?” You ask as you whip your head around in history class, falling off your chair and making Lydia burst out laughing
“Shut up.”
Scott is left a little more than breathless by you, but puts his breathing problems around you down to his asthma (Lydia and Stiles make fun of him and motion him using his inhaler whenever you walk in the room)
Lydia and Stiles ship you together so hard
Scott uses any excuse he can find to talk to you
“Do you want me to help you with calculus?”
“Scott, have you even taken calculus?”
“Well, no, but I mean how hard can it be?”
You stay behind with Lydia and Malia to watch the boys practice during an offseason training session, doing homework and joking around on the bleachers as you try not to admire Scott for too long
“McCall really does have a great ass.” You add, almost dreamily
“And he can probably hear you.” Lydia smirked at you, laughing loudly as your face flushed scarlet
He definitely hears, and plays even harder after that
You’re screwing around after lacrosse practice, and he’s sort of teaching you how to play and sort of watching in amazement as you flawlessly make shot after shot
“Let’s see how good you really are, hotshot. Up for a game?”
“Terms?” You ask with a brilliant smile, tugging his spare helmet on
“If I win, you go on a date with me.” He smiles confidently back at you, and you shoot him a wink, still a little surprised by his sudden burst of confidence
“And if you lose?” 
“Then you get whatever you want, Y/L/N.”
“Game on, pup.”
In a moment of pure luck, you make one more shot than he does, and when he slumps in defeat as Lydia shouts that five minutes is up, you go to stand next to him
“I know what I want.” You declare with a soft smile, wrapping your arms around his neck, and you giggle lightly as his eyes widen in shock
“Go out with me, McCall.”
Needless to say, he really did need his inhaler after that...
You share smiles with Scott from across the library and through the book shelves while you are supposed to be studying, but neither of you can really focus on your books
You send each other the cheesiest pick ups lines imaginable in class
After he bites Liam, you get text updates from Stiles from Scott’s house, and demand he sends you pictures of Liam duct taped in the bath tub.
“I guarantee you this black mail will come in handy some day.”
You’re staying in Lydia’s guest room, so it scares the living daylights out of you when you hear knocking on your window
You throw the window open, brandishing a baseball bat and knocking Scott off the side of the house, having to stifle a laugh as he lands unceremoniously in the rose bushes
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“You know, I was trying to be cute.” He groans playfully, climbing back up the side of the house
“Try a little harder next time.” You tease, helping him through the window
You stumble a little and he falls through the window, grabbing your waist with lightning fast reflexes and shifting so that he would hit the floor and you would land on top of him
Your faces are literally centimeters apart and you can feel the erratic pattern in which his chest rose and fell beneath you
He can sense just how fast your heart is racing, and looks up at you in wonder as he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear
“You’re incredibly beautiful, did you know that?”
In a moment your lips are on his, one hand gripping your waist while the other caresses your face, and your hands are resting on ground beside his face
He rolls you over so that he’s on top of you, and you’re enveloped in his heavenly scent and the warmth that seems to radiate from every inch of his body
You spend the rest of the night watching Netflix, sending a snapchat to Stiles of the two of you captioned “Netflix and chill w your man”
Stiles absolutely loses his shit and is texting you so much that you eventually just shut your phone off
Considering that Liam undoubtedly harbors a small crush on you (as seen when he ran into the goal after you arrived at the field on the first day of practice), they decide you’re their best shot at getting him to come to Lydia’s lakehouse
“Y/N, please?” Scott begs you with that damned puppy dog look of his, and you grudgingly agree (Honestly, even the most heartless of bastards couldn’t say no to that look)
I hate you, you mouth to him as Lydia forcibly pushes you through the front doors, mock pouting as he shoots you a brilliant grin
Scott is a little surprised at the surge of jealousy that runs through him at the sight of you cheerfully persuading Liam to join you at a party that night
“Is it too late to agree with Stiles and chloroform the little bastard?”
“Is Scott McCall jealous?” 
“Maybe.” He answers with a sheepish smile, wrapping an arm around your waist. “I just don’t like other people touching what’s mine, babygirl.”
“Yours? And since when was I babygirl?” You ask with a raised eyebrow and barely concealed smirk
He presses a sweet kiss to your cheek in answer, guiding you into your shared literature class, and you can’t help but smile
God, that boy can make you swoon like no other
He has a smile that literally makes you go weak in the knees, and he has no clue what he does to you
The drive to Lydia’s lake house consists of your phone being bombarded with texts from Scott making sure you’re alright, and you ignoring them as you sing along to cheesy pop songs with Liam
You curse as you note that Stiles changed Scott’s contact name to “daddy” when you weren’t looking
Honestly, Stiles is like that annoying little shit of a brother that you never really wanted but were forced to love anyway
Your contact name in Scott’s phone is “babygirl” so Stiles thought the nickname for Scott was only fitting
After the whole Liam fiasco and the party, Scott drives you home as you wonder aloud how he stays calm during full moons
“Perfect control.”
He doesn’t notice your smirk as you lean over the console, lips hovering just above his ear as your hand rests on his thigh and whisper lowly, “You sure about that, babe?”
He curses as he swerves on the road, and you laugh so hard that you nearly cry
All Scott can do is watch you laugh, just completely and totally enamored with you
For your first date, he picks you up on his motorcycle and takes you for a scenic hike around the Beacon Hills Preserve
He’s definitely the type to open doors for you and pull out chairs, because lets face it, Melissa McCall raised her son to be the perfect gentleman
He takes you home afterwards to meet his mother, and she’s a little wary at first because yeah, she liked Allison, but his first girlfriend also tried to kill a few of his friends and had the crazy family and huntress dynamic thing going on
Melissa is pleasantly surprised when she comes home to find you and Scott in the midst of an all out water gun war in the backyard, and decides you're perfect as you hit Scott with a water balloon right in the face
She smiles as she watches the two of you from the kitchen window, unable to remember a time when her son looked so carefree
You’re huddled in a spiderman towel as Melissa comes outside to call the two of you in for lunch, and you’re hit with a wave of nerves at the thought of meeting his mother
Lunch is filled with the two of you chattering like you’ve been friends for ages, and as Scott grins at the two of you, you can't quite remember why you had been nervous at all
“I hope you know I’m only dating you because I love your mom.”
You often have lunch dates with Melissa, as she needs the girl time and you really just love spending time with her (Scott doesn’t hide how thrilled he is that the two of you get along so well)
“Your phone is ringing.” You point out to Scott as the two of you are inhaling fries at some diner and studying for history together
“I know.”
“Aren’t you going to answer it?”
“They can wait.” He grins at you, kissing your hand
Whenever you’re up late studying, he presses gentle kisses to your shoulder as he pleads for you to just get some rest
The deadpool freaks the absolute hell out of you, and you and Stiles privately share your concerns about it to each other
“I mean, I’m not genetically enhanced or anything, but can I get put on there for being supernaturally gorgeous?”
“Maybe for being a supernatural ass, Stilinski.”
You help Scott take care of Liam, and although Scott certainly isn't fond of the fact that the young beta has a crush on you, he appreciates the calming affect you have on him
Secretly plotting to set Stiles and Lydia up with Malia, Kira, and Scott
Scott loves to surprise you with cute little picnic dates
You proudly wear your McCall sportswear to every lacrosse game
He calls you babygirl when he’s jealous or in private, and the nickname never fails to make your knees go weak
Sweet kisses on the cheek in greeting when you meet up in the halls
Intense make out session in empty classrooms in between classes, during free periods, and sometimes when you manage to talk your way out of history class
Everyone’s heart melts just a little bit at the sight of the two of you lighting up whenever the other comes into view
Making silly faces at each other from across the classroom when the teacher looks away
Every time a new piece of the deadpool is discovered and more names added, you feel your heart break a little
“No one else is going to die, Y/N. I swear on my life.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of, Scott! That you’re going to die. Don’t you get that? I care about you, way more than I probably should, and that terrifies me.” You scream, the anger draining out of you as exhaustion overwhelms you
Scott tucks you into his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as you let out a sob. “If it makes you feel any better, I care about you way more than I probably should. Thats why I’m doing this, Y/N. I just want you to be safe.”
“You’re a very difficult person to be angry at, McCall.”
“It’s my heartbreaking good looks and killer charm.”
Leaning your back against his chest, and he immediately leans down to kiss the top of your head as his arms encircle your waist
Adventurous dates, like white-water rafting or paint balling... anything that gets your adrenaline pumping
Chill dates, the two of you just cuddled up on the couch watching Friends or attempting to make breakfast together
As long as the two of you are together, it doesn’t really matter what you do
When the school is placed on lockdown during the testing, you’re left panicking alongside Lydia
As soon as the barriers are removed, you tackle Scott to the ground in a hug, half sobbing with worry
“I could get used to a greeting like that”
“please just shut up and hold me”
When Scott fakes his death to attract the benefactor, he has the Sheriff keep you occupied at the station with some paperwork you offered to help with (he didn’t want to worry you)
You find out about his plan a few hours later when he stumbles into the Sheriff’s office looking like death, and after you scream a little about how much of a complete dumbass he is, you collapse in his arms muttering something about him being your dumbass, and Scott can’t help but smile a little
“If you ever pull some shit like that again, I will kill you.”
“Point taken, beautiful.”
He likes to bring you flowers randomly every once in a while just to brighten up your day
Sweet, heartfelt compliments
“You’re beautiful to me in the mornings, at 2AM, after practice, when your makeup is only half done, when you can’t be bothered to brush your hair... you are so goddamn beautiful to me that I still get butterflies when you walk into the room.”
Flirty text messages in class... ALL THE TIME
“those jeans look good on you but they would look better on my floor;)”
He loves when you run your hands through his hair, sometimes just laying across your lap just so you’ll do it to him.
“You are SUCH a puppy, Scott McCall.”
He feels his lungs constrict in his chest just a little bit every time he wakes up next to you, with your bedhead and sleepy smile
FOREHEAD KISSES
Whenever one of you goes to hold the others hand, he brings yours up to his lips absentmindedly to kiss your knuckles and just SHIT it kills you every time
Being each other’s support system 
“You may be the Alpha, but you’re also just a teenage boy- one who is allowed to mess up and feel sorry for himself at times. You’re not perfect Scott- and I love you precisely because of that.”
“You love me?” He asks breathlessly, a brilliant grin on his face
“Obviously, puppy.” 
Hours later when you’re tangled up on bed together, a rerun of Friends blaring in the background and popcorn in between you as he mumbles in your ear, “You know, I love you too.”
Singing along to cheesy pop songs on the radio and having rap battles on long car rides
“SHAWTY HAD THEM APPLE BOTTOM JEANS JEANS BOOTS WITH THE FUR WITH THE FUR-”
Knowing that for the rest of your life, you have the privilege of waking up next to someone who loves you more than you could ever imagine- and being lucky enough to have someone that loving them feels as natural as breathing
“Sometimes I catch myself thinking about the future, and I used to be so scared of what tomorrow may bring, but now that I have you, it’s almost like nothing could possibly go wrong. And even if it does, I’ll still have you- and as long as I have you, I’m always going to be a winner.”
“Of course you are. You’re the hot girl, Scott”
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wintrcaptn · 6 years ago
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What We Choose | Peter Parker 💌
Summary : based off “To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before.” Being a hopeless romantic, you have wrote letters to all the boys you’ve ever had feelings for, ever since you could remember. Though no one in the world would ever know about it. Until one day, all five letters were mailed to each of your crushes house, and that’s when your life changed forever. A/N : I loved this movie as I’m sure most of you did as well! The vote was so close and though bucky won by two points, I thought it would be different to write for Peter! Besides, he’s actually in high school lol. It’s slow at first but it will turn into a peter x Reader fic I promise lol. Enjoy! And please don’t forget to leave feedback!!
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When you were younger, you were told stories about true love. Disney was no help whatsoever with all of its sappy, yet adorable movies. But they never told you what that felt like, and it terrified you.
You could daydream all day long, watch Rom Coms and lose yourself in one of those romance novels. They were your escape from life. From all the stresses and worries around you. It was hard to keep from dazing off into your imagination. You couldn’t help it, and you didn’t seem to mind.
“Hey, are you coming downstairs?” Your little sister, kitty asked snapping you out of your daze.
You shot your gaze to her. “What?”
“For dinner. Dads cooking.” Her lips dropped into a frown and you knew exactly what she was thinking.
“Yea, let me just read this last sentence.” You muttered, returning your attention to the book.
As you laid there about to finish the chapter, your older sister stormed into your room and tugged on your leg.
“Come on. Get up.” Charm demanded. “We need to help dad out.”
Letting out a sigh, you closed your book and groggily propped up to your feet.
“Why can’t we just order take out?” Kitty asked. “Dad isn’t the best cook.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle as you agreed, following your sisters down stairs.
“Come on you two. It’s not so bad. Besides, dad is going out of his way. So be nice and make sure you tell him how much you appreciate everything.” Charm said.
Before you made your way down to the last step, the front door opened and Stiles walked right in.
“Hey babe.” He said pressing a quick kiss to Charms lips. He gave Kitty a high five before making his way over to you with a smile on his face and giving you a hug. “Hey, Y/N.” He said.
“Hey dork.”
“Hey Mr. Y/L/N. Smells good! What’re you cooking?” Stiles asked. He turned on his heels and slipped his hand into Charms, as they made their way over to the kitchen, leaving you alone to your thoughts.
Stiles was your sisters boyfriend, but he was also your best friend. And the guy you were secretly crushing on at the moment.
Daydreaming was a safe way to live out a fantasy with him. And not deal with the emotions and heartbreak. He was funny, sweet and absolutely adorable. And it was hard not to fall for him.
Stiles and charm had been together for about two years. And it was obvious how much they loved each other. To the point where it was disgusting.
Let’s back track to the second grade.
Your family had just moved into your house, which wasn’t something you were excited about. Your older sister, Charm didn’t seem to mind moving into a new city and leaving her old friends behind. But then again, that’s just who she was. Your baby sister, Kitty well she was only two years old. So you were sure she didn’t mind as well.
Once you were settled in, you mostly spent your days in your room, reading a book. Until one day, Charm forced you to go outside and play.
And that was when you met Stiles. Your neighbor.
He was riding his bike along the street, screaming at you to move before swerving and falling into a bush. You ran over to him immediately, hoping he was okay.
The second your eyes met his, you had chest palpitations, and your stomach fluttered. And that was the beginning of your relationship. Being neighbors, you two were always together. Even in high school. Sitting on the bleachers, with a pile of your favorite snacks and soda.
“Would you rather eat only salad for the rest of your life or eat anything you want but it had to have a drop of pee on it?” You asked, before taking a swig of your soda.
Stiles hummed to himself for a moment, before turning his gaze to you. “Clear or yellow pee?” He asked.
You contemplated for just a second before you shrugged. “Slightly yellow.”
He nodded, and without taking a second more to think he had his answer. “It’s just pee. I’ll choose eating anything.” He said. “I mean I can’t get rid of pizza!”
“Yea! You can never turn down pizza!”
It wasn’t a friendship where either of you had to put up a front. You were both so open and vulnerable with each other. And in sync. Until he and Charm got together.
At first, things weren’t really different between you and Stiles. But then as time went on, you started to feel like an outside, a third wheel.
You even noticed how much she influenced him and how she started to change him.
Sitting on the bleachers with them, you decided to ask your sister the same question from months ago.
“Ew. Definitely eat salad.” She said, opening up her water bottle.
Stiles nodded, taking a bite of his apple. “Yea-Yea. Definitely salad.” And that was when you realized things had changed.
Sitting at the dinner table with your family, you and your sisters stared at the overly cooked chicken.
“It’s black.” Kitty whispered to you.
“Just pretend it’s a juicy burger.” You muttered. “Maybe the inside is good.”
Your dad slumped into his seat, tired from all the prepping and cooking.
“Dinner is served.” He exhaled.
“Looks—delicious.” Charm smiled, trying to cut a piece for herself. But realizing the knife your dad brought wasn’t working. She decided to get one she knew would cut into the charred meat.
“You always know what to use.” Stiles chuckled.
“Yes, I don’t know what I am going to do without her.” Your dad said.
“You do have two other daughters, you know.” You chuckled. “Besides, she’ll be back for Christmas.”
“Yep! But don’t worry, I’ll skype you guys as much as I can.”
Your sister was about to leave for Scotland. She had gotten accepted into the university out there and as much as you were going to miss her, you couldn’t be more excited for her. This was all she ever talked about growing up. It was all she ever wanted.
“Now that she will be in college, you will have to drive yourself and Kitty to school.” Your dad muttered.
Your stomach knotted from just the thought. Driving was something you weren’t comfortable with at all. It was nerve wrecking and scary, you wanted to push it off for as long as you could.
“Well, I’m not going anywhere.” Stiles said, snapping you out of your daze. “I can take you guys.”
“Really?!” Kitty asked, her eyes lighting up. “Because I don’t think I’ll make it to the seventh grade if Y/N drives.”
“Shut up!”
With that, you all bursted our into laughter though you tried to hide your smile. It was nights like this that you cherished the most. With everyone you cared about sitting at the table. The only person you were missing was your other best friend, Wanda.
“Oh I got a surprise for you, Charm!” Stiles said. He handed her an envelope across the table, as his excitement grew. “Since you can’t be here for thanksgiving—“
Charm opened the envelope and pulled out round trip tickets to and from Scotland. In that moment, you knew something was wrong just by her expression.
“So I thought I’d come to you!”
“Wow! Look at that, Stiles is moving on up!” Your dad exclaimed.
Charm cleared her throat, as she shot her gaze to her boyfriend. “You bought this? You really paid for this?”
Stiles slowly nodded, furrowing his brows in confusion. “Y-Yeah. I wanted to surprise you and—did I do something wrong?”
The room fell silent for what seemed like forever. You sat there staring at Stiles who seemed lost and hurt, feeling sorry for him. The tension was so thick, it was hard to ignore.
“Mm just like moms cooking.” Kitty said, breaking the silence.
Charm swallowed hard. “Can I talk to you outside?” She asked him.
And with that, the two made their way out to the front porch.
Your dad and sister glanced at each other as you took this as your cue to go to your room.
“I—I’m not really hungry right now.” You said.
As much as you liked Stiles, you knew you would never go between him and your sister. He was a great guy, an amazing person who always made Charm happy. It was all that mattered.
The feelings you had were obviously not going away, so you decided to write him a letter. A letter he would never read, of course. It was mostly for you. To help you express what you felt and understand it.
Once you were done, you went to your closet and reach for the blue box your mother had bought you years ago before she died.
In it contained the other four letters you wrote to the other boys you had ever loved in your life.
The first letter was to Barry Allen from science camp your sister made you go to many years ago.
Next was Peter Parker in seventh grade.
Nick Robinson from an activist group.
Then it was Kevin Keller who you danced with at homecoming.
And now, to add to the list was Stiles.
For years, these had been kept secret, never telling a single soul. It was embarrassing and private, you never took them out the box unless you wrote a new letter.
It was then you would go back reread the old ones. But only then.
As you opened one of the letters, you sat on the floor in your closet and read your words. Cringing at the memory.
“What’re you doing?” Charm asked, creating you to shove the letter back into the box and push it under your dirty clothes.
“W—What? Nothing.” You said nervously.
She raised a brow at you for just a moment, before she climbed into your bed and let out a long sigh.
You made your way over to her, growing concern from her expression.
“Are you okay?” You asked, laying beside her.
Charm let out yet another sigh, hugging your pillow close to her chest.
“I broke up with Stiles.” She said. Your eyes grew wide, as you shot your gaze to her.
“What?! Why?”
“Because before mom died, she told me not to go into college with a boyfriend.”
“B-but you love him.”
She slowly nodded, feeling her throat begin to knot. “I know. But this is how it has to be.” Charm sat up. “Anyways, I brought you a box to fill for donation. Anything you don’t use or need, throw it in the box. Got it?”
You glanced around the room, and shrugged. “Mm I don’t know. I’m not ready to part ways with anything yet. They hold a sentimental value.”
She rolled her eyes, before hitting you with the pillow. “Once I’m gone, you have to take care of dad and Kitty. They need you.” She muttered. “It’s time to talk about responsibilities and growing up. Start by cleaning up your room.”
Your shoulders slumped before you looked at her with annoyance. “Can’t we just go back to talking about how your dad?” You asked.
“You are something else Y/N.” She chuckled. “Fine, we will talk about this tomorrow morning before I leave for my flight.”
Your head laid on her shoulder as you cuddled up next to her. Feeling tears begin to well. “I’m going to miss you.” You whispered.
Charm swallowed hard, fighting back the pain she felt. Something she always did. “I know. But I’ll be back before you know it.” Her lips pressed a soft kiss to your head before she pulled herself up off your bed. “Now get some sleep. Love you.”
“Love you too.” You said.”
Chapter Two
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wlwhc · 7 years ago
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Witches and Banshees - Lydia x Fem! reader x Morgana
Requested by @lilsebpotato (I luv u)
Words: 3355 - Warning: Almost dying - mention of blood
(A/N): I had to admit love that I struggle with this, just because I had to mix Teen wolf with Morgana , but I think I did it right, I have fun writing this. And you know me Alex,whatever request that has Katie in it , I’m more than happy to write it. I also learn how to put the “read more” thingy
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“Go to hell!”
“Already done it sweetheart,  and it was awesome”
Here’s she goes again . Lydia thought. Since you came back from the dead and told the rest of the pack that you had a great time in hell,  nothing came back to be same, at least for Lydia. You, on the other hand,  seem to be doing okay, like nothing happened,  but the truth is,  that you’re still dead. Putting a smile on everything was the best you could do after your trip to hell, to be more precise, to purgatory,  where all the supernatural beings end up when they die.
You thought that by being a witch, it would be easy to survive there, but it was not. The things that you did in that place to survive would make anyone be afraid of you, and let’s not talk about the things that the creatures did to you, or how many times you died just to appear in that place again, haunted by your own demons, and the ancient creatures.
Sanity was something had always been afraid to lose, being a witch takes a ton of it. You have seen things that no one would understand, yet you do. You have seen the past, and the future, from this and other worlds. You have to deal with nightmares about upcoming events,  events that maybe you will never be involved,  dreams about an entity’s giving you his wisdom, other witches from your bloodline punishing you for breaking the rules. Being a witch is hard, being a witch means that someday, sanity will no longer be with you.
You thought that the purgatory would be that place where you would lose your sanity, but surprisingly, you didn’t, or at least you haven’t realized yet. Lydia did. She noticed the dark circles below your eyes, the countless nights without sleep that you’re carrying. The disgusted face you put when she tries to make you eat. Your eyes are no longer filled with sparks, now they’re empty, without emotion. The enemies that you fight against will always end up dead. You didn’t care anymore about letting them live, you just slip their throats without caring. She noticed how paranoid you are as if someone would appear at any minute to attack you.
You’re not okay,  and she knows that maybe you will never get the chance to be, but she wanted to try,  to at least make you feel better.
The pack was always pretty obviously,  busy with other things,  actually,  the only people that are with you when problems are not knocking at their door are Stiles, Lydia, and Malia, maybe because of their caring nature. So when you came back,  the pack was happy,  they still are, but they didn’t stop to think about the big picture. Stiles and Lydia did. Stiles had tried to talk to you, trying to know how did you made to came back from the dead, or at least see how you were doing, but he only got a “don’t worry about it” and a smile. He would have push a little bit more,  but Scott had troubles with a new pack,  and stiles ran to help him.
A part of you was happy with it, some finally alone time. But when the “side-effects” of coming out of purgatory hit you, you beg for someone to be with you.
It started with a tiny nose bleed and headaches. No one noticed, you knew that when the headaches didn’t let you move the nosebleed was close. You would run away always, no one was suspicious of it. But it began to happen more often, and this time, your veins would turn black, your eyes would cry red tears, and the headache would be unbearable.
From being with the pack all the time, you end up lockdown in your house, with your bleeding nose stuck in ancient books, trying to find a solution or at least to know what the hell was happening to you. Again, no one got worried, they just thought you needed some alone time after all that you went through. But Lydia had that bad feeling, her legs lead her to your house one day, and without even knowing what was happening, she was already knocking at your door.
As best as you could,  you walked to the door, leaning your body against the walls, slowly but surely reaching the door.
“Who is it?” You asked,  trying to calm your breathing, the headache was not letting you think properly much less breath normally.
“U-uh is me y/n,  open up” Lydia said, somehow hearing your gasps for air. Her chest filling with worrisome.
“I-I’m busy Lyds… Come back later!” You tried to go back to your room but your legs give in, your chest feeling heavy, you could feel your veins turning black, it was like a burning sensation, your eyes were bleeding again, and this time you could swear someone was calling your name…but it wasn’t Lydia.
“y/n?… I’m going to get in anyway! Open the door” Lydia said, she is going to have a talk with you,  no matter if you want it or if you don’t .
Y/N…. Let her help dear…let her in…
The voice was oddly familiar,  but at this point,  you couldn’t care less about who the fuck was talking with you. You tried to get up, oh dear lord you tried. But your body was not responding, and something deep inside you thought that you were going straight back to hell.
“Y/n come on!…fine I’ll try with the window” Lydia knows that you always leave a window open so Malia can get in without breaking it. She rushes into the window,  struggling to get in.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this just because she’s a lazy mother-” And there you were. You eyes black,  veins just as dark, your body trembling with fear.
“L-Lyds” You manage to say. Your throat was burning, and you were having trouble not to gag at the taste of blood in your mouth.
To say that Lydia was horrified it’s a misunderstanding,  she was shocked,  scared,  upset,  she was a hurricane of emotions, but horrified don’t even reach the level of horror she was feeling.
“Oh my God” She gasps. She runs to your shaky figure on the floor,  her hands shaking, she could feel the tears already threatening to spill and that urge to scream.
“Y/N! W-what h-how” She didn’t know what to do,  you didn’t know what to do.
Yes you do
Oh,  that voice again. It’s weird,  that an unknown voice makes every hair in your body stand up in fear but also makes you feel at peace. About what the voice said,  you do not know what to do.
You do know dear… Just tried to remember
Remember what exactly?!
“Y/N don’t you die on me!  I just called Scott he’s on his way just-” The burning sensation in your veins now feels worst, a cry of pain could be heard, and Lydia couldn’t hold her sobs anymore, she had never felt so hopeless.
“Oh god,  what the hell is happening?!” Her shaky hands tried to wipe away the blood running down your cheeks, but it didn’t help much. Another cry of pain could be heard, and Lydia’s heart was crushing. This time she made you rest your head on her lap,  her fingers lost in your hair, trying to give you some comfort.
“Shhh, it’s o-okay,  everything i-it’s going to be fine-” You didn’t know if she was saying that to you or to herself.
“Ahhh! Lydia!” You cried out,  your body trembling with more intensity,  every nerve of your body was in pain.
“tell me what to do!” Lydia screams.
“please tell me what to do Y/n…Please” Her body shaking wiht sobs, her tears falling to your face.
Tell her my child… Tell her what to do
I don’t know what to do! I don’t know what the fuck is happening to me
Just say my name…I’ll help you just like you helped me…say it Y/N…
You were starting to recognize her voice, everything seems to make sense now, your eyes began to close, and in the distance, you could see a pair of golden eyes.
“Y/n…please don’t close your eyes-Y/N!” Lydia screams at you,  shaking you, trying to wake you to from whatever place you were.
“Mor…Morgan-” You begin to whisper, but Lydia couldn’t hear it right. The golden eyes were getting closer.
“What? Y/n what?!” Lydia said,  grabbing your face with her hands.
“Morgana” You whispered.
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Everything around you disappeared. Darkness was the only thing surrounding you, Lydia was gone.
“hello?” You asked in the darkness, your voice sounds as if you were underwater.
“I’m here y/n… There’s no need to fear…I promised to protect you,  to watch your back… And I intend to keep that promise” There she was,  Morgana,  evil witch for a few,  a corrupted soul for others,  but for you… Your mentor.
“am I dead?” You asked. Morgana laughs at this, her vibrant eyes shining.
“oh no dear,  your alive, but not conscious… Your friend is having the time of her life” Her smile turning into a devilish grin.
“oh Lyds” You begin to imagine how scared she may be.
“aren’t you curious dear?” Morgana asks,  walking slowly towards you.
“I-I am… What’s going on Morgana?” She gave you a sad smile this time, and with a flick of her hand,  the scenery surrounding you changed, from darkness to a beautiful forest.
“Sit down with me” She orders,  and you comply, not daring to disobey her.
“Remember the spell I told you to do in order to escape from purgatory?” You nod at her words.
“A part of me was used in that spell, my soul is now combined with yours little one” You stare at her piercing blue eyes.
“You have my power,  and my guidance too…that’s why I can speak to you whenever I want to”
“Yeah but…you’re way too powerful” You said, remembering the time when she showed you how powerful she is even in the purgatory.
“Exactly… I forgot that you’re… Just a human”
“I’m a witch” You said, your voice firm, proud. Morgana chuckles again.
“I know I know,  but your blood is not as pure as mine. Your blood has been washed away with the centuries, that means that you’re not as powerful as you should be, your body is not ready to such power as mine…that’s why its now reacting this way” She said,  her gaze focused on the big trees surrounding you.
“I’m overpowered?” You said,  more like a question than a statement.
“In did you are…but I’m working on it,  what you have to do now is wait for your body to get used to it”
“I’ll keep having this…attacks?” You said,  your hands shaking a little bit.
“I’m afraid so…but it will pass… Same as the nightmares,  I’ll help you” She said, a sad smile on her lips. Her hands now resting on yours, it felt… Right.
“Why?” You asked
“I’ve told you” She said,  avoiding your gaze.
“It doesn’t make sense, I’ve never help you-I-I mean I remember you but I don’t know from where! and I know you’re my mentor but-” You said, trying to remember but it was impossible.
“You helped me a long time ago… In one of your past lifes, we were….closed friends” She said, a said smile plastered on her face.
“you should go back now, your friends are worried about you…we will meet again” She said, disappearing through the woods, leaving you alone.
“Wait!” You scream , but it was too late, your vision became blurry and in a blink of a eye…you were out again.
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“Lydia calm down, she’s alive, she’s just in some kind of trance-”
You could hear Stiles trying to calm Lydia. You tried to move or at least open your eyes, but it seems that your body wasn’t ready to wake up yet.
“she wasn’t breathing!”
“we just need to wait-”
“for how long?!”
Is she crying?
“look, we can stay here screaming at each other or we can-”
That’s definitely Scott’s voice.
“what? what we can do? you’re too busy with that new pack to even worry about her, she came back from hell! and you didn’t even stop to think the consequences of coming back from the dead-”
“she said she was fine!” Scott’s voice breaks a little.
Ugh, you need to wake up or they’re going to scream at each other for god’s now how long.
“and you believed her?!”
“I’m sorry okay! I’m sorry!”
Why is everyone crying?-That’s it, my body better start working now or-Oh…there it goes. Your hands start moving slowly, finger twitching. The dark veins were disappearing, and when you finally opened your eyes, your beautiful Y/E/C eyes could be seen.
“Guys stop!…she’s waking up”
You could see Stiles on your right side, his usual worried face staring at you. Lydia was on your right side, her eyes red and puffy, she was holding your hand with a strong grip.
“Oh thank god-Y/N are you with us?“ You turn your gaze to the end of what you think is a bed, a pair of big puppy eyes staring at you, his eyes holding a few tears.
“Ugh” You mumbled when you tried to move, your whole body hurt, the burning sensation in your limbs was slowly dissipating, your body was burning.
“Stiles give me that” Stiles handed Lydia a piece of cloth, she dumped in cold water and puts it on your forehead. The cold piece of cloth soothing your burning skin, a think layer of sweat was covering your whole body.
“You gave us a huge heart attack” Stiles said, sighing in relief and his friend was okay.
“Y/N…what happened? can you tell us what’s going on” Stiles asks, trying to keep his voice calm.
“I…where am i?” You asked, while Lydia dumped the piece of cloth in the cold water.
“At the vet clinic, Deaton will be here at any minute now” Scott said.
“That’s no necessary-” You said, trying to get up but a pair of hand on your shoulders stop you.
“wow wow you need to rest, you almost die …again” Stiles said.
Listen to him…you’re still weak
“It’s okay, it happens sometimes-” You said, still a little dizzy.
“So this had has been going on for some time now?! why you didn’t tell us?” Lydia said, biting her lip at the end of her sentence, trying not to smack you for being such an idiot and not ask for her help. It hurt her, you were suffering, she could have help.
“I..I was dead…I should not have returned here-” You tried to explain, your head was still foggy, and shocked for the encounter with …Morgana.
“oh no, you pissed off the witches again?!” Stiles said, remembering the time that you break the nature rules with dark magic, and end up hunted by angry witches.
“Stiles shut up” Lydia said, putting the cold cloth on your forehead again, her hand caressing your cheek.
“No no, they let me do the spell to come back, but I had to consume a big part of their leader’s power, but it’s too much-”
“and your body can’t take it, you’re lucky you’re still in one piece” Deaton said, interrupting you.
“Hey Deaton” You said, earning a smile from him. He was holding a book on his hands, probably where he was searching for a solution to help you.
“Only ancient and highly powerful witches have revived…how did you steal such a big power?” He asked you, The Pack’s eyes were now on you.
“I didn’t steal it….she gave it to me” You said, remembering Morgana on the other side.
“A big powerfull witch, just shake your hand and say ‘Oh hey! take my power I don’t need it anymore!’ , just like that? no tricks?” Stiles said, her sarcasm dripping out of his mouth with ease
“it’s a long story-” You said sighing. Lydia grabs your hands, squeezing it softly. You turn your gaze to her, smiling softly at her. You know that when you get out of this place, she’s going to have a talk with you, probably a few punches too.
prrr prrr prr prrr  (this is how I think a cellphone vibration sounds, lol)
“That must be Malia, I-” Scott’s said, grabbing his phone from his pocket.
“Go, I’ll take care of her” Lydia said, not even looking at him. She was still upset, he is the alfa, he should take more care of you, you’re part of the pack too, and you had saved his ass countless times. While Lydia was angry at him, you were angry at yourself. You know that Scott is having trouble with this new pack, the last that you want to be is a burden.
Oh dear…you’re their family..don’t forget that You heard Morgana’s voice in your head
“I’ll stay too” Stiles said, grabbing a chair to sit by your side. He already helped Scott, now you need his help, and you can bet your ass he is going to stay by your side until you’re okay. Scott answers his phone.
“…Malia? yeah…sure…I actually am in a bad situation here…Y/N almost died-don’t scream! …yeah …we’re at Deaton’s-” Malia cut the phone call when Scott told her where were you, she had begun to walk to Scott’s house when She heard the words “Y/n almost died”. The young were-coyote was beyond worried for her friend.
Seems like the whole pack is going to come here, great, they’re going to waste their time with you. Scott saves his phone in his pocket and grabs a chair too, sitting at the end of the bed, he sends you a smile.
“What about the new pack?” You asked. Scott could easily smell the guilt on you.
“That can wait, you’re part of this pack and our friend…you come first” He said, you could feel Lydia’s grip on you tighten, and a soft squeeze on your shoulder by Stile’s hand.
“Now…tell us all about this witch-” Lydia said, your three friends waiting for your explication.
“Morgana…her name is Morgana” You said softly and somehow, you could feel Morgana smile at the tone that you used to call her. But you also saw Deaton’s smile disappeared.
“Oh…that’s not good”
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stereksecretsanta · 7 years ago
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Merry Christmas, @bitacrytic!
Angst, Sterek as mates, first time, misunderstandings
Derek asks Stiles to come over for the first time and Stiles thinks it’s because they’re finally going to have sex. But Derek has other news. That leads to Stiles’ prediction.
*****
Stiles set his tray of food down as he sat in the cafeteria with Scott, Lydia, Allison, Jackson. He had on an anxious face, anticipating what he’s going to ask the pack.
“I need to ask you guys something—“
“Yes, that shirt is ridiculous.” Jackson teased. Stiles looked down at his Star Wars’ shirt, seeing nothing wrong with it.
“Ignore Jackson. What’s up?” Scott rolled his eyes at Jackson. Stiles did as told, drinking some water to clear his dry throat.
“When did you guys…you know...” He asked, looking at them. Lydia furrowed her brows, not understanding Stiles’ question. She motioned her head for Stiles to continue. He really didn’t want to make this even more embarrassing by saying…’it’.
“I mean, sex. Losing your virginity, swiping your v-card, breaking the hymen—”
“Okay, that’s enough.” Lydia stopped him with her hand. “Why the sudden curiosity on this?”
“Sudden? Stiles is always curious about everything.” Scott shrugged, not really meaning any harm. Stiles agreed to that.
“Okay, well..uh…Derek invited me over tonight.” Stiles told them. Allison was lost.
“That doesn’t mean anything. You’re always there.”
“No. He invited me over. He never invites me. I always go, yeah, but unannounced.” He told her. Stiles always thought he was welcomed in Derek’s loft since they’re together but this was actually the first time Derek invited him over.
“Oh...” Allison bit into her PB and J sandwich, not letting herself talk anymore. Stiles looked at them, still waiting for an answer.
“Well it’s not really about when but if you’re ready.” Scott told him softly. “I knew I was ready for Allison because I love her.” He turned his head to give her a loving smile, one that she gave back as well.
“Well I didn’t care if I was ready, just a task to finish.” Lydia shrugged. “I don’t let my virginity define me. So just toss it away. Besides it was with someone that I didn’t even end up with.” Jackson rolled his eyes at that.
“You and I both know that chapter is finished in our lives. But I agree, I don’t care about my virginity. I do care about the other person though. If they love me and like what we’re doing, then it doesn’t matter what you’re losing. Or in females’ case, tearing.” Jackson told Stiles. Stiles winced at that. He always thought it would hurt. Well he doesn’t know on which end he’ll be on with Derek. Either way, it could hurt for both of them.
“If you want my opinion, you should wait. Who knows if you and Derek are really endgame. You’ll probably break up in a month.” Stiles frowned at Lydia’s words. Allison shook her head, grabbing Stiles’ attention away from Lydia.
“No. If you really love Derek, then you should. I mean Lydia could be right, you guys could break up soon or later but that’s not the point. You did it with someone you loved at the time. There’s no rush, no regrets. It happened and you can’t do much about it. Be positive about it.” Allison gave him a soft smile. Stiles had his thinking face on. He was conflicted on what to do. He loved Derek but was he ready? Was Derek? Of course he was, that’s why he invited Derek over.
He went over his friends’ responses through his head the rest of the day. Up until he showed up at the loft, knocking. He still didn’t have an answer ready for himself. He snapped out of his thoughts when the door was slid open. Derek stood there, with a fond smile, wearing a loose shirt with some sweatpants. He looked relaxed. Stiles could only do but look. He looked gorgeous.
“Aren’t you going to come in?” Derek asked. Stiles nodded, stepping into the loft. Derek closed the door, suddenly nervous now. He could smell Stiles was nervous too.
“I know you’re wondering why I asked you to co—“ Derek was cut off by Stiles’ excitement mixed with his anticipation.
“I’m ready.” Stiles nodded. Derek looked at him, confused.
“Uhh... ready for what?” Derek asked him. Stiles opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He had the same confused look on his face. The one like Derek’s. Weren’t they supposed to be taking their clothes off by now? Or at least kissing? Or going to Derek’s room?
“You know. My…our first time.” Derek was still confused.
“Our first time doing what?”
“You’re really going to make me say it? Our first time.”
Derek was still confused until it appeared it into his thoughts. Oh. Oh.
“That’s not why...”
“Oh my god.” Stiles felt his face heat up in embarrassment. Of course that’s not what he meant or why he texted him. Stiles wanted to leave, he had to get out of here. He needed to make a run out of there. “I’ll just go.”
“Wait, it’s okay.” Derek chuckled, blocking Stiles from leaving. “I know it was a bit misleading.”
“A bit?”
“But we still need to talk.”
“You’re breaking up with me?”
“No. Stiles, will let me finish?” Stiles sighed but nodded. He hated the anticipation, whatever Derek needed to tell him should be ripped off like a band aid. Derek grabbed Stiles’ hand, leading him to sit on the couch.
“I know you’re not ready for this. I mean there’s school and the rest of your life still ahead of you.” Derek started.
“Oh my god, you’re proposing...”
Derek laughed softly. “No. Well, not yet. Remember we were watching Breaking Dawn and Jake imprinted on Renesmee?” Stiles definitely remembered, they had been making out throughout the whole movie but he caught some bits and pieces here and there. Stiles nodded, “You imprinted me?” Derek shook his head no.
“No. But there has been a bond between us that I hadn’t realized, until now. You’re my mate. In order for us to complete this bond, I would give you the claiming bite so you be mine and only mine. And mates are—
“For life.” Stiles finished. Derek nodded, not sure what Stiles’ reaction is going to be.
“Well on my part. There’s no one else who will replace you. You’re it for me. Of course since you’re not a werewolf, you can leave me anytime you want.”
“I don’t want to leave you. I won’t.”
“Now. But in the future you could get tired of me or want someone else. It happens.” Derek shrugged. Stiles pulled his hand away from Derek’s hold and stood up from the couch. “How could you say that? Like if it’s something so easy. I love you. I’m not going to leave you. I don’t want to ever. The only way I’d leave is if you hurt me but you’d never do that, right?”
Derek immediately said, “No. Never.”
“Then there it is. I want to be with you. I want to be with you forever. Because in my life, you’re it for me too.” Stiles sat back down, grabbing Derek’s face to kiss him. Derek kissed him back, laying a hand behind Stiles’ neck.
Once they pulled apart from the kiss, Stiles said, “I want to be your mate.”
“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined you saying that...” Derek said breathlessly against Stiles’ lips.
“You’ve imagined me before?” Stiles pulled back, smirking at Derek.
“Definitely dirtier things than that.”
“Well don’t you think it’s time we made them come true?”
Derek looked at Stiles, “So you are ready.” Stiles nodded, giving Derek a look that said ‘Duh.’ Derek gave a soft laugh, leaning in to kiss Stiles again. Only this time, it was a gentler kiss, a more passionate one. Stiles gave into the kiss, letting himself be kissed. Derek stood up with Stiles, lifting him up. Stiles let out a surprised yelp but wrapped his arms and legs around Derek so he wouldn’t fall. Derek walked upstairs to his bedroom, laying them down on the bed.
He took off Stiles’ clothes slowly at first, admiring every inch of his body. He took his time, showing Stiles he loved it with every kiss. Stiles moaned softly, watching Derek as he did so.
“Der...” He moaned out, running his fingers through Derek’s soft hair.
Derek moved to take his clothes off next, tossing them somewhere on the ground and out of the way. Stiles sat up to kiss at Derek’s body, mouthing at his chest and abs. Derek wrapped his hands around the back of Stiles’ neck, watching him quietly. He touched on the spot where he was going to bite him, trying to find the perfect spot. Somewhere it wasn’t so noticeable but where Derek can see it on him, even when he’s wearing a shirt.
“Come on, Derek.” Stiles murmured, wanting Derek in him already.
“What’s the rush?” Derek smirked, surging forward to kiss Stiles again. He moved again to find a condom and some lube. He wouldn’t want to use a condom since he doesn’t have anything nor can he catch anything but it’s an easy cleanup method. Maybe next time.
“Need me to stretch you out a bit?” Derek asked against Stiles’ neck. Stiles shook his head, “No. Remember how I thought you invited me over this in the first place? Well, I kind of prepped myself at home...”
Derek groaned lowly, picturing Stiles fingering himself on his bed. Or in the shower. Anywhere, really. It was hot. It got him hard. And Stiles felt that Derek liked the thought of that.
“Was thinking of you while doing it. Had three fingers in me, even though I know you’re bigger than that…” Stiles whispered into Derek’s ear, biting softly at the lobe.
Derek growled and bit softly at Stiles’ neck, making him moan out. He grabbed a condom, tearing it open and sliding it on him. He put lube on himself afterwards, smoothing the excess out and wiping it on his bed sheets. He leaned down to kiss between Stiles’ inner thighs, making sure to spread some love down there as well. He was just teasing Stiles, getting him riled up. And it was working.
“Derek, I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me this instant, I’ll cut off your werewolf balls and feed them to—“ Stiles cut off with a moan when he felt Derek start sliding himself in. He spread his legs to give Derek some more room in between them. He wanted his body closer to Derek’s, more than ever. He had one hand on Derek’s back and the other gripping the bed sheets.
“W-wait..” Stiles whimpered out. Derek froze, looking at Stiles to see if there was anything wrong.
“Shit, did I hurt you?” He asked, terrified he had. Stiles only whimpered again, “Just a bit slower. Inch by inch, please.” Stiles calmed himself, breathing in and out and not focused on the pain. It hurt, obviously, since he’s never had anything up there except for some fingers. He had to get used to it in order for it to feel good. Derek did as he was told, going slowly. He was finally all the way in and stood still, waiting for Stiles to adjust. Stiles gave Derek the go and he started moving in and out in shallow thrusts.
“It still hurts...” Stiles closed his eyes tightly, feeling them tear up.
“It’ll feel good in a bit, just relax, baby…” Derek murmured, leaning down to kiss at Stiles’ face. “You’re doing good. So good, Stiles.” He encouraged. Stiles opened his eyes, kissing Derek softly. It took a few more seconds before the pain started fading and it felt a bit good. He started moaning, wanting Derek to move more.
Once Derek felt confident that Stiles was finding it good, he moved his hips in and out. Kissing at Stiles’ neck, he grabbed onto his hips to hold them in place while he moved inside Stiles. He groaned lowly, moaning Stiles’ name.
Stiles wrapped his legs around Derek’s waist, bringing him in deeper. He could feel Derek prodding at his prostate, jerking once it was fully hit.
“Oh fuck! Fuck yes!” That was enough for Derek to speed up, pounding into Stiles’ tightness. He felt himself close, in only a few more thrusts he was going to come.
He had to do it now, he had to bite Stiles. He was panting. His wolf going crazy at what was about to happen. He found a spot, where Stiles’ neck and shoulder met. He kissed there, licking slightly. He felt his gums itching and soon his fangs came out, pressing into Stiles’ flesh on his skin.
Stiles screamed out at what he felt, which was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Either way, it felt good. In fact, it was so good that he came alone from that and untouched. Once Derek pulled back from the bite, he came into the condom. He groaned out, his wolf pleased that he had finally claimed his mate. He pulled out from Stiles, taking off the condom and tying it, tossing it to the ground. He saw Stiles’ neck bleed from the four holes he had. He leaned forward to lick at the bite, letting it slowly heal.
Stiles’ shoulder no longer hurt but it was sore. He had a feeling this soreness would last. Stiles panted lowly, using his shirt to wipe his stomach from all his come. He threw it behind him, grabbing onto Derek to come forward and kiss him.
“Mates?” Stiles asked once they pulled away. Derek smiled and nodded, “Mates.” He surged forward, kissing Stiles all over his face with Stiles laughing as a result.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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sassysweetstories · 7 years ago
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Phoenix
Request: “Hi, I would like to request a Scott McCall x reader pairing. Where it is thought that Theo had successfully killed the reader and Scott completely snaps and decides to go after Theo himself. But the reader shows up just in time to stop him. (I know its a little out of character but I think it would be cool to see a darker side of Scott). Thanks Love your Blog!”
Ship: Scott McCall x Fem!Reader
Warnings: angst, swearing, yelling, fluff, death, mentions of blood, etc.
Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 
Third P.O.V
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In that moment, nothing mattered more to (Y/n) than to save him. All she knew was that she needed to save and protect Scott. And getting far away from him, giving him time to live, was exactly what she was trying to do. She knew the risks she would be taking. But it didn’t matter. Not to her. (Y/n) ran down the hall, heart in her throat. Though she was scared out of her fucking mind, she wasn’t going to stop. Stopping meant the love of her life, Scott McCall, would be a dead man. Using her fire powers, she threw a heat wave towards the end of the opposing wall. The wall where her enemy, Theo Raekan, resides. He growled back at her, eyes red from the reflection of the fire, a truly petrifying sight.
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No matter, it did not scare (Y/n). Not one bit. Theo had been after her for what fell like forever, so, to her, this situation was nothing but normal. She was powerful, his biggest threat, so of course he’d like to think that he’d stop at nothing to end her. Instead of wasting her time looking at him, she took her chance and bolted out of the school, the only thought in her mind was to keep him safe. To keep Scott safe. The pack didn’t really know what she was or exactly what she was capable of. She never said, not really. But nonetheless, they trusted and loved her like a family. (Y/n) continued to run, not entirely sure as to where she was going but anywhere was better than right there, with Theo.
Her heart pumped aggressively, her body screaming, begging for mercy, some sort of sweet release. All of a sudden, her body slowed to a stop when she heard a single voice. The one voice she had fallen in love with. Scott McCall’s voice. “(Y/N)!!” She peered over her shoulder to see him. His chocolate brown hair tousled and glistening from sweat, cheeks flushed from running. In that moment, he looked beautiful to her, purely breathtaking. She saw the small smile that sprinkled his gorgeous puppy dog face. He was happy to see her fine and alive. They both laughed a little, surprised as to how things had gone this well. It was short but meaningful. She took a step forward towards him, excited to embrace him before gasping. 
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Scott’s eyes went wide, his voice caught in his warm breath. “(Y/N)!!!” The cry that came from the young boy was more of a shrill scream, a sound that would make his voice hoarse for weeks to come. But right before his eyes, he saw the love of his life, his second love, being murdered right in front of him. It was as if it was happening all over again. (Y/n) spit out the blood that seemed to pour out of her mouth due to the gaping whole that was displayed in her stomach. Behind her stood Theo, grinning down at her with a wickedly evil grin, the type of sadistic smile that made a baby cry and your skin crawl. With a dagger shoved deep within (Y/n) (Y/L/N)’s stomach, Theo Raeken couldn’t have been happier. 
With (Y/n), the one person who could stop him, out of the way, Theo practically leaped with joy. He felt a weight being lifted from him. The vile boy watched (Y/n) fall to the ground, clutching her bloody stomach as it continued to pile out of her faster and faster. She was loosing too much blood. Theo took a step back, admiring his handy-work before walking off into the dark with a smirk. Scott ran over to his love, his body moving faster than anyone thought to be possible. As (Y/n) pushed her body over so that she was facing the sky, the stars, her soon to be lifeless eyes met Scott’s. He was crying- no, balling. She knew she wasn’t going to make it, she felt it. Clutching her stomach, Scott pressed harder on the wound, whispering words of empty encouragements. 
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“Y-You’re g-gonna be fine, o-okay? J-Just stay with me, okay? W-We’re gonna get you out of here. You’re g-gonna be fine.” He wrapped his long calloused hands around (Y/n)’s, trying to take the pain away from her, only taking a small portion. Instead of continuing the useless endeavor, she let go of his grip, wrapping one of her hands around his neck. Rubbing her thumb up and down in a soothing manor, she smiled. The pain was leaving her for it was too late. Her mind would be gone soon. But she knew it would be okay. Though she hasn’t done this before, she knew it would be okay. Glancing back at Scott, her eyes started to fade, almost blur. His voice, the voice she’s always loved started to become a mere distant sound. As if he was far far away. 
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Whispering up at him with a smile. “Scott, look at the sky..” With a confused face, he did as she asked, looking up at the overly prominent stars. It was the most gorgeous image either one of them had ever laid their eyes upon. “It’s gorgeous..” He muttered, somewhat captivated by the brilliance of the stars. While he was looking at them, she turned her gaze towards him, the smile never leaving her face. “You were the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Scott McCall..” Before Scott could turn his head, everything in that moment shifted, as if time had slowed incredibly. Her head moved slowly over to look back at the stars. She was happy, even in her final moments. In the arms over her love while they watched the stars together. And by the time Scott turned his gaze back to her, (Y/n)’s eyes were closed and she was long gone. 
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“(y/n)..” His voice croaked, shaking her shoulders slightly. (Y/n)..” This time his voice grew. “(Y/N)! NO! (Y/N)! (Y/N), PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME! I CAN’T DO THIS! I CAN’T DO THIS WITHOUT YOU, PLEASE!! (Y/N)!!!” Scott cried at the heavens above his head. He cursed the gods until his voice was hoarse. The poor boy didn’t even notice the pack, his friends, watching him with pitiful eyes from afar. Stiles, his practical brother, hadn’t a clue how to help him cope. He barely made it when Allison died. Losing someone tears up an individual, and in that moment, Stiles was petrified that you would be the last straw, the final string that would pull Scott lose. 
And he was right. Gently and gingerly, Scott laid (Y/n)’s head down on the cool grass. The grass she use to love to run in. When he stood up, he looked different. Scott’s back was straighter than ever, more resilient, more heartless. Carefully walking around (Y/n)’s body, making sure there wasn’t a hair out of place, he ran away. Not really away, more like towards. Scott ran after Theo, the one person he wanted to hurt more than anyone in the world, the universe. Though he could hear Stiles cries behind him, he didn’t dare to stop, blocking the sound out of his head. Rage and adrenaline pumping through his body instead of blood. Scott’s body was pulsating with anger. Losing not one, but two of his loves pushed him over the edge. 
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And in that moment, Scott remembered how happy Theo was. The almost skip in his footstep when he mercilessly shoved the dagger into (Y/n)’s stomach. He saw the spark of happiness, the practical gleam in Theo’s heartless eyes when he watched her fall to the ground. Whatever kindhearted morals and love Scott had before were completely thrown out the window. He growled lowly, scaring whatever creature lurked in the shadows of the night away. But the further he ran, the stronger Theo’s scent became. He was close. Using his night-vision, he looked around the woods for him. For his prey. Over the hill, there stood an abandoned warehouse. The building itself was fuming, pulsating with Theo’s scent. Sucking in a chunk of air, he growled louder than he’d ever done in his life. 
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When a werewolf growls, each growl means something. There was a story behind all of them. This growl, the one that could be heard worldwide, was for Theo. A threat; it was a death-sentence. Whomever dared to get in his way would end up just like Theo, or worse. He was planning to kill, mercilessly, like what he did to his precious (Y/n). He broke into the warehouse, tearing anyone who dared to step in his way. Whatever protection Theo had wasn’t enough to stop Scott, they weren’t enough to stop his rage. Tearing his protection limp from limp, Scott’s gaze never left the quivering boys eyes. Not for a second did Theo think something like this could happen to Scott. Not once did he thing that the puppy dog looking boy could change that quickly. The loss of (Y/n) affected him more than he had anticipated. 
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He backed up against the wall, almost touching it in fear as his Adams apple bobbed up and down, gulping nervously. Theo had done it, overstepped his bound. And Scott McCall would evidently be his downfall. But it was so much worse than that. Scott planned on tearing every limp off of that boy, mercilessly. The true alpha would stop at nothing until Theo was begging, pleading for mercy. The same way he had almost done to (Y/n). But there was one crucial detail Scott wasn’t aware about. (Y/n)’s powers. She had always kept them a secret, not that she wanted to tell them but that she didn’t quite no or entirely understand herself. She wanted to tell Scott, she had planned on doing after they defeated Theo, but obviously things did not go as planned. 
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Back in the park, Stiles stood over his close friend’s lifeless body, wiping away the tears that sprinkled his cheeks. “We have to-” However, before he could finish, the dead body that lay before him began to grow pale. No, not pale- grey. (Y/n)’s skin seemed to wither and crack under the pressure, of what though? Stiles took a step back, obviously shocked by what he was witnessing. Lydia asked, curiously. “W-What’s happening to her?” Stiles shook his head, rather confused by the endeavor. Liam who was crouched by her, cradling her hand, yelped and fell back. “Ouch! She burned my hand!” The pack took a few steps away from her, scared but full of hope. That was all they had left right now. 
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All of a sudden, her body that seemed to be covered in spider like cracks had light seeping through the crevasses. Not a bright white light, no- a bright orange and red light. Like boiling lava. What the fuck is happening? They thought to themselves. The lava like light only grew brighter. Lydia turned her gaze away, her eyes hidden by Malia’s shirt. The taller girl squinted, trying to see through the bright light. Slowly but surely the vibrant-ness seemed to dissipate. Blinking a few times, their eyes soon adjusted. Gasping, Stiles was the first to say. “(Y/n)..?” Standing in front of them was, in fact, (Y/n). Turning over her shoulder to look back at them, she couldn’t help but glance down at her body. Armor made of coal decorated her shoulders and chest. Her arms were a bright orange while her back portrayed beautiful outstretched vibrant wings. 
She had been reborn, like a Phoenix. Liam glanced up at her sheepishly. He was like her son, at least that’s how she treated him. He couldn’t help but look at her in awe, not so much as fear, just breath taken. (Y/n) glanced at her friends, smiling down at them all only to find the one person she craved was missing. “I’ll explain everything, I promise. But where’s Scott?” (Y/n) couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Because of her death, he had lost it and chased after Theo. That didn’t sound like her Scott. But than again, death can do crazy things to another human being. In this case, they can do wild things to a werewolf. Racing over to the abandoned warehouse,  She noticed they seemed to have already been open. 
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Not just open, ripped and torn open; viciously so. The further she entered, the more concerned for Scott she became. Following the cries of pain, she turned the corner to see Scott ripping away at Theo’s chest and legs as he was strapped to the cement wall. They weren’t entirely ripped off but they were scratched enough to explicit aching pain. The second they would heal, he’d slash at the same places again. The sadistic boy looked like he was on the verge of tears due to the pain that seemed to emulate throughout his body. A disgustingly genius tactic of torture. (Y/n) genuinely couldn’t believe her eyes. Theo had done this to Scott, he had changed him. And in that moment, (Y/n) opened her mouth to shout in pure desperation.
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“SCOTT, STOP!” His bloody claw that stood in the air came to a halt when he heard her voice. The voice he had fallen completely in love with. Apart of him didn’t want to look for where the voice originated from. Hallucination, maybe. Scott couldn’t take that. Imagining things only after losing her not more than two hours ago. Physically and mentally, he couldn’t bare it. But the other part wanted to look, the stronger part that craved for it to be her. A small sense of hope that he had been tucked away in the corner of his heart that he had locked up. So he did, he turned over his shoulder to look back at her. Scott was afraid that she would be fake, a hallucination. But the minute their gaze met, he knew, he knew she was as real as day. 
She was glowing in his eyes, a beautiful orange hew. He felt himself, his anger fade away. (Y/n) took a step closer to him, cautious of his movements. “Scott, baby. It’s me.. I know this all must crazy.. But you can’t kill Theo. I know how much you want to. But it’s wrong.” Of course, a part of her didn’t want him to stop. She wanted Theo to feel the pain he deserved. But this, this wasn’t the way. Scott had taught her that. She continued. “You taught me that justice isn’t killing.. You taught me that.” Every word she spoke, he took a step towards her. Though her heart was beating out of her chest, she was not afraid of him. “I know you’re confused, and I’ll explain everything.. Just don’t kill him.. You won’t be able to live with yourself if you did.. I’ll explain everything-” 
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However, before she could finish, he slammed his lips onto hers, wrapping his arms around her waist to pull her close. Scott’s kiss was desperate, needy. He held her so close he was afraid she’d slip through his fingers. When he pulled back, his eyes continued to happily wander over her face. Scott’s finger-tips trailed over her dimples and cheeks, he laughed and then began to cry. “Y-You are real.. I-I thought I l-lost you..” Clutching to her body, he vowed to never ever let her go. She ran her hands through his hair, whispering words of comfort to her love. “It’s okay.. Everything’s gonna be okay..” No matter how hard Scott tried, his hands couldn’t stop shaking. From joy or shock, he wasn’t entirely sure. Nor did he really care. She was back in his arms. Reborn from the ashes, like a Phoenix. 
(I hope you liked it!!) 
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bxcketbarnes · 8 years ago
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It Wasn’t a Mistake
Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader
Author: @ninja-stiles
Words: 5487
Warnings: sin, fluff, angst?, blood
Author’s Note: I decided to write this to celebrate the trailer of American Assassin coming out and it was a fucking amazing trailer. Dyl looked so good. oml. I want to thank like all my friends for encouraging me that this is good! I wanna thank @dumbass-stilinski for looking it over, helping me with some parts, and just being amazing all around. You da best babe. I hope you guys enjoy!!
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Ever since that incident on the beach, Mitch has been trying to find a place to track and train the men that had killed his fiancee. He searched newspapers for weeks to find a place on sale, until one ad stuck out to him. Roommate needed. Mitch thought that it wasn’t a good idea if another person knows what I plan to do, but what other choice does he have? He dials the number into his phone, holding it to his ear.
“Hello?” A feminine voice comes through the phone.
“Um hello. Are you the person with the ad in the paper about a roommate?” Mitch asks, getting slightly nervous that it’s a woman.
“Oh! Yes! Are you interested?” Y/N asked excitedly. She get’s up from her couch, going into her office grabbing a pen and paper.
“Yeah. I really need a place to stay for work. You wouldn’t mind would you?” Mitch runs his hand through his air as he hears silence on the other side of the line for a few seconds.
“N-No that’s fine, but will you be helping with the rent?” Y/N sighs loudly, biting her lip as she doodle on the paper she has.
“Of course. What kind of guy would I be if I didn’t help.” Mitch replies nonchalantly, “Can I come see the place now?” She looks around her apartment seeing it slightly cleaner than it usually is.
“Um, yeah. The address is 534 Smith Street, Apartment 3.” Y/N tells the man. Mitch thanks her and before she says anything, he hangs up.
Y/N’s POV
I clean up the apartment a little bit before that guy gets here. I’ve never actually had a male roommate before and I’m super nervous. My hands shake slightly and I jump when I hear a knock at the door. I fix my hair slightly heading over to open the door, I look up seeing a man standing in front of me and my lips part slightly. Oh no. This guy is really fucking sexy.
“H-Hi. Are you the guy that called me?” I ask, nervousness flowing through my voice.
“Yeah. My name’s Mitch, Mitch Rapp.” He holds out his hand towards me and I stare at it for a minute, before shaking his hand.
“Hello Mitch. I’m Y/N L/N. Come in.” I invite him in and he walks around, looking out the windows. “D-Does everything look okay to you?” I ask, picking at my fingers.
“Yeah. Would this be my room?” He points to a door and I nod shyly. He nods his head, looking inside before walking over to me. “Do I need to sign a piece of paper?”
“Yes! I have it right here.” I hand him a document as he reads it over carefully before signing it, handing it back to me. I give him a big grin, “I really want to thank you, Mitch. I’ve been looking for a roommate for months. I don’t even care what you need to do for work, I just need help with the rent. I-I was almost evicted a-and I don’t have anywhere else to go since I was fired. J-Just, thank you.” I give him a small hug and I feel him stiffen.
“I-It’s not a problem. I need to go get my stuff out of my car.” He leaves the apartment and I let out a breathe. I head into the kitchen, filling up a glass of water before chugging it. Fucking hell. I don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’ve never seen a man as gorgeous as this guy. Chocolate brown hair that I absolutely want to run my fingers through, whiskey colored orbs that hold a certain mystery that intrigues me, he’s got almost a full beard around those beautiful pink lips that look so soft. God, I so want to fuck him, I groan at my thought and jump out of my skin when I hear Mitch’s voice.
“Are you okay?” Mitch asks as he places a punching bag onto the floor.
“Y-Yeah I’m fine.” My eyes move to the punching bag, “Do you box?” I ask, leaning against the counter.
“Not exactly. I use it to work out my arms.” He smiles and I melt on the inside. “Well, I need to go set up my stuff,” He takes out his wallet handing me a twenty dollar bill, “If you want to get us some chinese takeout that’d be great.” I take the money from his hands, feeling a small spark when our fingers brush lightly, I look up at him and our eyes connect. His eyes look over my face, making my cheeks turn a pinkish color.
“I-I should go get dinner, um, are you okay with anything?” I ask, feeling flustered.
“Yeah. I like anything.” He begins to walk into his room as I’m about to head out when he abruptly turns around, “Oh! Also, be careful. There’s some bad people out in the world.” I stare at him in confusion and I nod my head, heading downtown to the local chinese restaurant.
Mitch’s POV
“What the fuck are you thinking Mitch? Your fiancee was killed about two months ago and you’re checking out a girl you just met.” I sigh setting up the punching bag in the living room. I change my jeans, putting on basketball shorts, swiftly taking my shirt off, then I put on my punching gloves before throwing a few punches at the bag. I let out my frustration and anger, throwing harder punches as images of those men on the beach enter my mind.
Y/N’s POV
I walk into my building with dinner as I’m walking down the hall towards my apartment door. Once I’m standing outside the door I hear grunts and chains rustling, my eyebrows sinch in confusion as I unlock my door, walking inside. I turn the corner into the living room and my eyes widen at the sight in front of me. Holy fuck Mitch. You’re making this really hard for me not to jump on you. I stand there watching him throw punches at the bag, his muscles on his arms flexing with each thrust. My eyes rake down his torso, taking in the sight of his wonderful sculpted body.
“M-Mitch?” I call out and he looks over at me, his punching stalled as we get lost in each others eyes once again. The bag moves towards him, hits him in the face and he groans, stopping the punching bag from moving.
“H-Hey Y/N.” Mitch stutters.
“Are you okay?” I chuckle at his stutter, placing the takeout bag onto the table, walking towards him. I rub my delicate fingers over the spot and his hand grabs onto my wrist, moving my hand back by my side.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” He replies bluntly, walking into his room, closing the door behind him.
My heart drops and my heart starts rapidly beating against my rib cage. I look down at my hands to see them shaking violently, placing one of them to my chest as I start having trouble breathing. I let out heavy breaths as I start to lose balance, taking out a glass vase as it shatters on the hardwood floor. My back slides down the wall as I try to level out my breathing, not succeeding.
“M-Mi-Mitch?!” Tears start to stream down my cheeks, clutching my chest in pain. “MI-MITCH?!” I manage to yell out. I see Mitch come out of the room, his eyes looking at the broken glass next to me, then to me. He runs over to me placing both his hands on my cheeks.
“Y/N what’s happening?” He asks me in slight panic.
“P-Pa-Panic A-Attack.” I manage to spit out, feeling something glide down my arm. I look at my arm seeing a huge piece of glass embedded in my arm and start to panic even more.
“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Look at me.” Mitch moves my face towards his and my eyes look into his. “You need to breathe through your nose and out your mouth.” I try to do what he told me, but it’s not exactly working and I start panicking even more than I was.
“I-I’m so-sorry.” I stutter, breathing heavily as I feel the rough skin of his thumb rub my cheekbones.
“For what? You didn’t do anything wrong, but I really need you to try and breathe for me okay?” He cooed, kneeling in between my legs.
“Y-You d-di-didn’t s-seem t-to li-like it w-when I-I to-touched yo-your fa-face.” I gasp for breathe and his eyes soften slightly.
“You’re okay, okay?” He whispers as his face gets closer to mine, “I need you to hold your breathe alright?” I nod my head. I close my eyes and as I’m about to hold my breath I feel a pair of lips on mine. My breath gets caught in my throat as my eyes widen seeing Mitch in front of me with his eyes closed. My eyes flutter shut as I was just getting used when he had pulled away. I stare at him in awe as he backed away from me slightly. “I need to get that glass out of your arm.” Mitch mentions, getting up, heading towards the kitchen to get a damp wash cloth. He came back into the living room and crouched next to me again. He looked up at me with pain in his beautiful auburn eyes. “This is going to hurt.” I nod my head, biting my lip as I close my eyes, waiting for the pain to come. He pulls the glass out of my arm and I scream in pain, gripping onto Mitch’s bicep. He places the washcloth on the gash, applying pressure as his lips are pressed against the shell of my ear.
“Thanks Mitch.” I whisper looking up at him, finding him already looking at me.
“God, I don’t know what it is about you, but I couldn't stop thinking about you the moment I laid eyes on you.” He whispers, his eyes trained on my lips.
“It so happens that I couldn’t stop thinking about you either, Mitch.” Our faces gravitate closer, our lips brushing softly. “Especially after seeing those nice muscles you’ve got.” My hand trails up his arm, my fingers trailing over his bicep, looking up at him through my eyelashes. He tongue darts out, licking his bottom lip before smashing his lips against mine. His hands move to my hips as he pushes me back against the wall, my fingers trailing through his hair, gripping onto it for dear life. A gasp escapes my lips as he lifts me up, his hands pressed against my ass. He leaves wet kisses down my jawline and onto my neck. A moan slips past my lips, leaning my head to the side to give him more access to my skin. I tug at his hair as I feel his lips glide across my neck, sucking on the skin below my earlobe. “O-Oh fuck, Mitch.” I moan out as he sets me back onto my feet. His fingers tangle with the hem of my shirt, tugging it over my head, throwing it across the room. Mitch’s eyes drop to my chest, his fingers softly brushing the top of my breast before pulling down both my bra straps. I reach behind me, unclipping my bra, pulling it off me and throws it towards my shirt. His eyes darken with lust as he grips one of my tits, his thumb running over my hardened nubs. I take my bottom lip in between my teeth, pulling his shirt off roughly throwing it to the floor, running my hands over his defined muscles, wetness pooling in my panties. I take his hand dragging him over to the couch, pushing him onto the it, getting on my knees in front of him. He takes the hint and shimmies off his basketball shorts along with his boxers, his hardened length slapping against his stomach.
“Suck my cock, baby.” He grips his member, stroking it slowly.
I scoot in between his legs, taking his dick into my hand, stroking it as I run my tongue around the tip of it. He grunts, bucking his hips up slightly, his hands moving hair out of my face as I take his cock into my mouth. I bob my head on his length, hearing moans escaping his pink lips, leaning his head back. I look up at him before taking him deeper into my throat, gagging slightly. His grip on my hair tightens as he starts to bob my head for me. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good on my cock.” He mewls looking down at me before pulling me off his cock. He lifts me up, laying my back against my coffee table, roughly pulling my leggings and panties off. “God, I can’t wait to taste you.” He spreads my legs, pushing my thighs back towards my chest before licking up my slit. I gasp, gripping the edges of the coffee table, arching my back up.
“F-Fuck, Mitch.” I squeal, one of my hands gripping his hair. I look down at him, seeing him looking up at me through his lashes, his tongue burrowing into my pussy, moaning loudly at the sight. He starts thrusting his tongue in and out of me as his thumb presses roughly against my clit. I buck my hips up against his face and he grips my hips, holding me down against the coffee table, furiously devouring my cunt. I writhe underneath him as his tongue moves through my folds to my clit, sucking on it intensely. “M-Mitch, I need you.” I moan, pulling him off my pussy, kissing his lips furiously. His hands slide up to my neck, his tongue making his way into my mouth. I moan into his lips, tasting myself on his tongue. He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine as he stroked his hardened length through my folds a few times.
“Fuck, baby. You're so tight.” He thrusts his cock into my pussy, groaning. My grip goes back to the edges of the coffee table as Mitch thrusts his hips roughly against my ass. His name slips past my lips as my eyes flutter shut, one of my hands pinching my nipples. He thrusts his length deeper within me, hitting spots no one’s ever reached before.
“Y-Yes, Mitch! R-Right there baby.” I moan. My name emerges from his lips as he holds my hips down, pounding my pussy faster. I feel my lower stomach start to tighten, my limbs beginning to feel weak as Mitch hits my sweet spot over and over again. “I-I'm gonna cum.” Moans spilling from my lips, hearing a growl come from his lips.
“Me too, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my big cock.” He growls, thrusting harder, his lanky fingers pinching my bundle of nerves. I gasp for breath as my abdomen tightens, my back arching, gripping the edge of the table, my knuckles turning white, my toes curling inward as my walls clench on his cock, cumming harder than I ever have. Mitch grunts as he thrusts hard, his release approaching quickly. He removes his length from my pussy as I get onto my knees, taking him into my mouth, bobbing my head on his cock while my hand massages his balls. “F-Fuck, Y/N. I-I'm cumming!” His fingers tangle in my hair as he thrusts into my mouth, his member twitching as he cums down my throat.
*A few days later*
Mitch hasn't looked or even acknowledged me ever since our intimate encounter to the point where I've beginning to feel self conscious. Did he not enjoy it as much as I thought he did? Does he regret what happened? My nervousness have gotten to the point where it's starting to eat me alive. I haven't been able to sleep, eat, and I can't even think straight. Mitch has barely left his room since that night and I can never muster up enough courage to knock on his door and ask what I did wrong.
I've been coming home late the past few days, going to the bar to drink away the pain. I stumbled into the apartment, accidentally slamming the door shut. I shush the door, giggling in the process as I try to take my heels off, almost face planting the floor.
“Need help?” A deep voice asks making me turn around seeing Mitch, in nothing but shorts.
“Oh, s-so now you talk to me. Well, no, I don't need your help.” I scold, stumbling, falling onto the couch. He sighs, squatting in front of me, his delicate fingers brushing my ankle as he unstraps my heel, taking it off before doing the same to my other shoe.
“What's gotten into you lately? You're never out this late, let alone drunk off your ass.” He asks.
“Oh what's gotten into me? What the fuck’s gotten into you, Mitch? You're the reason I’ve been going out late and getting drunk, so I don't have to deal with the pain you’ve caused me.” I spat angrily tears spilling over my eyelids. “Did you ever take into consideration on how I felt after you ignored my existence after you fucked me into oblivion? How much I felt used by the one guy who I thought was different? Huh?” I yell angrily as a sob escapes my throat. I clamp a hand over my mouth as I notice his eyes soften slightly.
“I-I didn't mean to hurt you. What we did, was a mistake.” He gets up, heading into his room before closing the door.
Another sob leaves my lips, the pain in my chest increasing. “I-It was a mistake?” I whisper sadly to myself.
Mitch’s POV
I listen to her sobs through the door and it breaks my heart. What we did never should've happened, right? Katrina died just a few months ago and I've already slept with another woman. Y/N’s different though. I don't know what it is about her, but she can easily make me weak in the knees. Even if I wanted this to go somewhere, I couldn't put her in harm's way. Me going after my fiancées killers could put Y/N in danger and if she gets hurt or worse, killed, I'd never be able to live that down. My ears perked up as her sobs have died down, opening my door, seeing her asleep on the couch, makeup running down her face. I grab a blanket, draping it over her shivering body as I write a note on a piece of paper;
Y/n,
I’m really sorry of the circumstances we’ve been put in. I truly didn't mean for anything to happen. I want you to know that it wasn't a mistake, it was probably one of the best nights of my life ever since my fiancé had died. If you're reading this it means I'm already gone and I don't know if I'm coming back. Please don't search for me. I don't want you to get hurt in anyway, even though I've already broken your heart. If you were to physically get hurt because of my doing, I'd never be able to live that down. I'm sorry it had to come to this.
Mitch
I place the note on the coffee table as I grab my suitcase, leaving the apartment, looking back at Y/N’s sleeping figure once more before I disappear into the night.
Y/N’s POV
My eyes flutter open, the sun shining through the blinds as I look around the room. God, my head hurts. I sniffle slightly, noticing a piece of paper on the table in front of me. As I began to read the letter, my eyes fill up with tears to the point where everything was blurry. I get up quickly, running into Mitch’s room, seeing it empty. No, no.
“MITCH?” I scream, my heart pounding against my chest. I search every room of the apartment, not finding him anywhere. I slide down the hallway wall, trying to swallow the lump inching up my throat, my hand running through my knotted hair. I check my phone looking at the time. 3:38 p.m. A knock on my apartment door brings me out of my thoughts and I sprint towards it opening it quickly.
“Mitc-Who are you?” I ask, my eyebrows furrow together in confusion, a bearded muscular man stands in front of me.
“Are you Y/N? Mitch’s roommate, right?” He asks, nonchalantly.
“Y-Yeah, and you are?” I say, getting slightly nervous.
“You don't need to worry about who I am.” An evil smile appears on his lips, feeling a blunt object connect with the side of my head, falling to the floor before blacking out.
3rd Person POV
The bearded man carried Y/N over his shoulder as he put her in the trunk of his vehicle. He drove back to the warehouse, bringing her inside, tying her to a chair, tape covering her mouth. Mitch hadn't been so clean trying to take out the men who had murdered his fiancé. The leader had found out who killed his men, tracking Mitch down to where he lived, mustering up a plan to get his attention once seeing that he had lived with a woman, Y/N. Mitch had gone back to the apartment once he gotten back into the states. Opening the door to the apartment, he noticed his note a few feet away from the door. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked across the living room of the apartment. He was about to call out Y/N’s name when his phone rang.
“Hello?” Mitch asks, a deep voice answering him.
“Hello, Mitch. Back in the states are we?” Mansur asks, pacing in front of Y/N, the bearded man close by with a pistol in his hand.
“Who's this?”
“You don't know? I figured that my men you killed would've told you.”
“Masur.” Mitch growls, “How'd you get this number?”
“Ah, yes. Your little friend, Y/N has provided it to me.” Mansur smirks, looking down at the battered Y/N, who's looking at him in fear.
“Y/N? What've you done with her?” Mitch yells angrily as he leaves the apartment building, getting into his car, immediately starting to track Y/N’s phone that’s inside her bra.
“Nothing, yet. We might have a little fun with her first, then maybe kill her. Who knows what'll happen.” Y/N’s eyes widen at the word kill and she starts struggling in her chair before a barrel of a gun is placed against her head, stalling her movements. Masur turns to the girl, pulling the cloth out of her mouth, “Wanna say hi?” He puts the phone to her ear.
“M-Mitch?” Y/N stutters, her eyes trained on the man in front of her. “H-Help me ple-” Masur pulls the phone away, hanging up. Mitch gets a hit on her phone, knowing exactly where they are. Mitch taps his fingers against the steering wheel, going as fast as he can, worried that Y/N could be dead. Masur nods to his right hand man as he walks in his office. The bearded man moves in front of her, his gun still aiming at her, her whole body shakes as she prays Mitch gets to her in time. Just as the guy was about to pull the trigger, another shot went off, making Y/N jump, seeing the man in front of fall to the floor, blood pooling around his head. Y/N gasps out, looking to her left, seeing the man she fell in love with in such a short time.
“Mitch.” Y/N whispers as he runs over to her, placing both hands on her cheeks.
“Oh thank god. Are you okay? Any injuries?” Mitch frantically asks, looking over her face, untying her hands and feet. Y/N stands up, immediately wrapping her arms around his neck, letting out a few sobs.
“I'm so glad you're here.” Mitch wraps his arms around her waist tightly, taking in her scent, even though she bloody and dirtied, she still smelt like coconuts.
“C’mon, get to my car and lock the doors. Don't come out okay?” Mitch demands her and she nods her head, before she takes off Mitch pulls her in by the back of her neck, slamming their lips together in a passionate kiss. Y/N pulls away after a few seconds, her lips parted, surprised by his actions. “Go!” Mitch yells, running towards the office Masur was in. Y/N runs to his car, opening the doors, getting into it then locks the car. Her heart pounding against her rib cage, worried Mitch will get hurt, or even killed. Mitch runs into the office, finding Masur with two other men, both their guns pointing at Mitch.
“Why don’t you put the gun down son. You don't stand a chance.” Masur smirks, as Mitch drops his gun, another one stuffed in the back of his waistband.
Y/N’s been in the car for almost half an hour, looking back and forth between the front door of the warehouse to the clock on the dashboard. She takes her lip between her teeth as she finds a pistol in the glove compartment. What if he’s in danger? Oh god Y/N. Are you really going to do this? Y/N groans, taking the gun and gets out of the car heading back into the building quietly. Y/N hears Masur talking to Mitch about why he had gunned down a bunch of innocent people, for the pleasure of it. “Now, Mitch. I’m going to kill you.” Y/N peeks around the corner, seeing a gun pointed at Mitch’s head. She panics and runs into the room, open firing at all three men, actually killing all of them. She opens her eyes to see the men she had murdered, lying in their blood. Her hand shakes, the gun dropping from her grip as she turns around looking at Mitch.
“I-I just, o-oh my god.” She starts to panic as Mitch grabbed her hands, taking her out of the room.
“Hey, hey. Look at me.” Y/N looks at Mitch, their eyes connecting, just like that first day. “You saved my life.” Mitch told the shaking girl as she covered her mouth with her hands. He pulled her into a hug and she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck. “C’mon, let's go home.” He pushes a strand of hair out of her face.
Mitch’s POV
I wrap my arm around Y/N’s waist as we stumble into the apartment. I bring her into her master bathroom, starting a shower for her.
“I'm so sorry Y/N.” I whisper, placing a kiss to her forehead.
“It's okay. You're here now, but I might need some help. Would you care to join me?” She asks, sinking her teeth into her lip.
“O-oh wow, um, I-I'd love to join you.” I stutter, silently cursing myself. My fingers pull her shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor. I lean forward, placing a wet kiss to her collarbone as I trace my fingers over the fabric covering her breast. I reach behind her, unclipping the bra, pulling both straps off her arm, letting the bra fall to the floor. I look at her, leaning forward, kissing her lips gently. Her hands move to my neck as she groans quietly into the kiss, my hands trailing down her side, pulling her hips, bringing her closer to me. Her hands move up my shirt, resting on my torso, deepening our kiss. I pull away, moving one of my hands to her face, stroking her cheekbone.
“I'm so in love with you.” I whisper and she looks up at me through her lashes, “And I've missed this pussy so much.” My hand goes into the front of her pants, into her panties, feeling how wet she already is. “Is this all for me baby girl?” Her lips parts, a small moan coming out, nodding her head as I rub her clit roughly. “Who do you belong to?” I growl, rubbing faster, making her hips thrust against my hand.
“Y-You, Mitch.” She moans, gripping my shirt, leaning her head against my chest.
“That's right baby. You're all mine. Let's get into the shower alright?” I ask, pulling my hand out of her pants. I swiftly taken my shirt off, unbuttoning my jeans, sliding them down my legs as Y/N’s shorts and panties are off. My eyes rake down her body. God, she's gorgeous. I take my boxers off before jumping into the shower with her. I close the shower door and find her putting some body wash into her hand. I gently take her hand, transferring the soap into my hand before rubbing it onto her chest. Our eyes never lose contact as my hands rub her tits gently, my fingers running over her nipples. My hands continue to trail down her body, getting all the blood and dirt off before my fingers find her clit once more. Hearing my name slip out of her mouth made me harder than I already was. She stands under the water, so all the soap runs off as I continue to assault her clit. Her delicate fingers start to stroke my cock slowly, her lips leaving wet kisses against my collarbone. A moan escapes my throat as she gets down onto her knees. “Baby, you don't have to. I want this to be all about you.” I tell her and she smiles up at me, shaking her head, before taking my hardened length into her mouth. My hand moves her wet hair out of her face, watching her swallow my cock.
“Fuck, Y/N. Baby, I've missed those lips of yours wrapped around my dick.” I mewl, thrusting my hips slightly. She licks around my head, precum spilling onto her tongue as she strokes my length. I growl slightly, bobbing her head on my member before standing her back up, her tits pressed against the glass of the shower wall. I spread her ass apart, stroking my cock against her folds before slowly thrusting in. We both let out a low moan, feeling my length fill her up. I thrust my hips forward, slowly at first, feeling how tight her walls are around my cock. She moans against the glass, her hands pressed against it as I start thrusting my hips faster against Y/N’s beautiful round ass. My hand slaps against her ass, a moan escaping her pink lips, lust filling my vision. I lean forward, continuing to pound her cunt harder, pressing my lips against the back of her neck, feeling her buck her hips against me, taking me deeper inside of her. Y/N starts to writhe underneath me, holding her hips tightly against me, flicking my hips hard against hers.
“M-Mitch, baby. I-I’m gonna cum!” She moans out, feeling her pussy walls contract on my cock. I growl lowly, thrusting into her harder, making her scream my name.
“Yeah, me too baby. Cum. Let it all go.” I breathlessly whisper into her ear, my grip tightening around her hips. She lets out a loud wail, her body going rigid as she comes around me, her head falling forward.
I grunted lowly, my thrusts faltering as my cock twitched, spilling hot cum inside of her. My lips continued to trail kisses across her back as we both panted, trying to catch our breath.
We finished our shower, both of us getting out, drying ourselves off. I notice a small gash on the side of her face. She wraps a towel around her body as my fingers smooth over the tiny gash. Her eyes look up at me, a frown etched onto my face.
“Hey, I'm okay.” She whispered, placing her hand on my bicep. “This kinda reminds me of when you got hit in the face with that punching bag, except the roles are reversed.” She chuckles and I smile down at her.
“Hopefully this time I don't cause you to have a panic attack.” She looks up at me in surprise, lips parted.
“Y-You knew that was the reason?” She asks, looking down at her feet.
“Babe, you're like an open book and I'm sorry I put you through that. Um, would you possibly want to maybe go out this weekend?” I ask nervously, pushing her hair over her shoulder. “Then after that I wanna try something new, in the sheets, that I think you're gonna like.” I smirk, placing a small kiss in the nape of her neck.
“Y-Yeah, I'm d-definitely down with that.” She stutters, taking her lip between her teeth as she drags me into her room.
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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.50
Word Count: 2,539
Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin, Deaton, Malia Tate, Peter Hale, Noah Stilinski, Jordan Parrish, Kate Argent, Berserkers, Reader
Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader
Warnings: angst, fluff, nothing else that comes to mind ig
A/N: im done with this series and i still have like 10 parts left oof 
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Scott held onto Derek’s body, as you pulled into the parking lot of Deaton's office.
The group of you entered, laying Derek on the table as you looked at him nervously, holding his hand.
“We just found him like this,” Stiles started.
“Please tell me you know what’s going on,” you begged.
“I’m not sure I do. How did you find him?” Deaton asked.
“He was buried under an Aztec temple in Mexico, covered in Wolfsbane,” you sighed.
“Well, I think we’ll only learn more once he wakes up,” Deaton started.
“He’s shivering,” you pointed out.
“Then we’ll get him some blankets. Here is the safest place for him. The rest of you should go home and get some rest. It is a school night, after all,” Deaton said to Scott, Stiles, and Lydia.
“Are you sure you’ll be fine here?” Scott turned to you.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” you raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I’ll stay here with (Y/N) and Deaton,” Lydia said, standing next to you.
“Yeah, no,” Stiles protested.
“Stiles, Scott, go home,” you said.
“Call me if anything happens?” Scott asked.
You nodded your head, before turning away. You could hear Stiles’ protests while Scott pulled him away, taking him home.
“What are you thinking about?” Lydia asked you.
“I don’t know. But nothing good can come of this,” you sighed, leaning on the table while you continued to look at Derek, stroking his hair softly.
Lydia rested her head on your shoulder, trying to comfort you as you wrapped your other arm around her.
“Thanks for staying with me,” you smiled softly.
“Well, what are friends for?” 
---
Lydia fell asleep on your shoulder, as the two of you sat on a small bench. You continued looking at Derek, letting your mind drift off.
The two of you walked in the woods, while Derek held his hand over your eyes.
“Surprise,” he removed his hands, revealing some string lights set up around the trees, with a tent in the middle. You gasped slightly, turning to him.
“What’s all this for?” you asked softly.
“I know that things are getting worse with the alpha pack and with Erica and Boyd missing,” he started, before stroking your cheek softly.
“I just wanted us to have a small night away from my loft. Maybe take your mind off things,” he explained.
You laughed softly, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“Thank you for this,” you sniffled softly, burying your head into his chest.
“Things are gonna get better, (Y/N/N), you just have to believe it will,” Derek whispered.
You nodded softly, looking up at him.
“I love you, Hale,” you said.
“Love you too, (Y/N/N).”
You wiped away the tear from your eye. This could be reversible, possibly. Derek will wake up, and you needed to try and focus on that instead of the other possibility.
Deaton walked to Derek, as you sighed, sitting up before waking up Lydia.
“Come on,” you said.
You walked to Derek again, putting your hand on his forehead.
“Now he’s warmer,” you frowned.
“(Y/N), hold his hand… I’m gonna try something,” you held Derek’s hand, while Deaton took a scalpel, pressing it along Derek’s arm. It healed within seconds.
“That's… strange,” you said.
“What does it mean?” Lydia asked.
“I don’t know, but it can't be good. (Y/N), will you get me a 5-milliliter syringe? Top drawer,” Lydia followed you as the two of you walked to the cabinet.
You heard stirring behind you, as Derek sat up, hopping off the table. His eyes were blue, as he held his head in his hands.
“Derek?” you said softly.
He looked uncomfortable, groaning softly as backed away from the three of you.
You pulled Lydia behind you.
“Derek,” you said again.
“Who are you? How do you know my name?” fangs began to come out of his mouth, while his claws grew. 
He didn't have control, you realized.
“Derek, just calm down and-” you started.
“No!” he pushed Deaton aside, while he collapsed on the floor while Derek ran away.
Damn it
You ran to Deaton, examining his wounds.
“He got you good,” you said.
“I’ll be fine,” he groaned, while he sat up.
“Lyds, call Scott and Stiles,” you helped Deaton stand up, while you grabbed some rubbing alcohol, pouring it on a cotton swab.
He bit his tongue, wincing softly as you bit your lip, slightly nervous.
---
“He’d probably go back to the Hale house,” you explained, finishing patching up Deaton's wound.
“You said he didn't recognize any of you?” Stiles asked.
“No, not even (Y/N),” Lydia replied.
“That just means his mind and body are younger. But why? All young Derek is good for is, well, losing control on full moons and not listening,” you shrugged.
“Losing control?” Scott asked.
“He had trouble with the full moon till he was about 16,” you explained.
“Okay, but why would he go to the Hale house? And worse, how’s he gonna react when he sees it burnt down?” Scott asked.
“Well, he won’t be happy for sure,” you started.
“I mean, how would it benefit anyone? Except for Kate of course. His eyes were blue, which means after Paige, which means…” your eyes widened.
“A time where he still trusted Kate. He doesn't know she caused the fire, he doesn't know anything she did,” you said.
“So then should we tell him?” Stiles asked.
“No. He won’t believe us. W-We just need to find him,” your phone began to ring, receiving a call from Parrish.
“Hey, nerd. What do you want?” you asked, answering the phone.
“First, rude. Second, you said to call you if anything about Derek Hale came up. Well, we found some kid and according to these prints, he’s Derek Hale. But the kid looks 15,” Parrish explained.
“I… I’m on my way, thanks for calling,” you hung up the call, motioning to Scott and Stiles before walking out with them.
---
You could hear Sheriff Stilinski’s frustration towards Scott and Stiles while you waited outside of his office, looking down at Derek.
“So, Derek,” you started.
“Who are you people?” he asked.
“It’s a long story but-”
“Where’s my family? Where are my friends?” he asked again.
“I know that you’re probably very confused, but you just need to trust us for a minute. You see that one in there?” you pointed at Scott, while Derek shook his head.
“He’s an alpha. He can help you, okay?” Derek nodded his head, before sitting quietly.
“Now I’m gonna go tell that deputy to take off your chains. Will you stay still?” you asked again, receiving another nod from him.
“Parrish,” you turned to face him.
“Can you take off his handcuffs?” you started.
“No, he can’t,” another deputy who you recognized interrupted.
You gave him a blank stare, before replying.
“Parrish, I didn't know there were two of you,” you sassed.
“The little bitch hurt me. He’ll probably try to run away,” Haugh responded
“Well, you tased him, like three times. Here are the keys,” Jordan walked to Derek, unlocking his handcuffs while you glared at Haigh.
The only person there you liked besides Sheriff Stilinski was Parrish, and you made it obvious.
After a few minutes, you and Derek walked into Sheriff Stilinski’s office, Scott and Stiles watching carefully.
While Scott talked to Derek, you talked with Stiles.
“Have you figured out what Kate wants with Derek?” Stiles asked.
“No, and, I never thought I’d have to say this, but I think we need to ask Peter for help,” Stiles looked slightly in shock before nodding his head.
“That girl said that you would be able to tell me what happened to my family and our friends,” you heard Derek as you turned your head to face him.
“Well, there was a fire…” you saw the light fade from Derek’s eyes as his face dropped while you clenched your jaw.
“But they’re all safe. They just had to leave Beacon Hills,” you knew that Derek wouldn't be able to tell you were lying, not at that age.
“E-Even (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and her mom?” he asked skeptically.
You felt chills going down your spine as he said your name.
“They’re all safe,” you nodded your head.
“When can I see them?” Derek asked.
“As soon as we get your memories back,” he stayed silent before nodding his head in agreement.
“Scott, come with me to see Peter. Stiles, take Derek to somewhere safe, like Scott’s house, okay?” you looked between the two of them, while Stiles protested.
“You’re sticking me with sourwolf?!” Stiles groaned.
“Don't get into any trouble, and yes. Scott’s the only one who’ll be able to stop me from killing Peter,” you sighed.
Before the two of you left the station, Sheriff Stilinski’s pulled you aside.
“This may not be the best time to talk about this, but, have you given any thought to the offer I gave you last month?” he asked.
Oh my god!
You completely forgot, your eyes going wide. He wanted you to come and work for him at the station, with proper training.
“Can I let you know by… uhh, next week?” you asked.
“Okay, but I need an answer kiddo,” he said.
You nodded your head before waving goodbye to him, leaving the station with Scott.
---
“His eyes are blue, Paige probably died recently, which means he trusts Kate,” you explained.
You, Scott, and Peter joined with Malia all stood in the loft.
“You said Kate was a werejaguar?” Peter asked while you nodded your head.
“Look…” Scott got a message from Lydia, showing you and Peter the phone.
It was a dead body, a man laying there with his throat ripped out, blood splattered everywhere.
“Lydia said Kate did it,” Scott said.
“She doesn't have control,” Peter pointed out.
“So she wants Derek to teach her?” you raised an eyebrow.
“No...she wants the triskelion,” Peter gasped.
“So, she’s headed to the vault,” you poked your head up.
“What vault?” Malia asked.
“It’s this place, it's filled with basically all the Hale’s secrets and whatnot,” you explained.
“So where is the vault?” Scott asked.
“It's by Beacon Hills High. We gotta go.”
---
You heard something walking behind you four as you turned your head, seeing nothing.
“I’m getting that feeling again…” Malia said.
“What feeling?” you asked.
“The one I got in Mexico. That thing,” Malia shook her head.
“So Kate brought them with her? They’re these guys o-or something, wearing animal skulls,” Scott explained.
“You mean Kate has Berserkers?” Peter groaned.
“Are you insane? Berserkers aren't real,” you scoffed.
“Then what the hell is that?” you turned to face what Malia was pointing at, as your jaw dropped, seeing the Berserker standing in front of you.
“It’s only one… we can take it,” you said.
“I’m pretty sure he has some friends…”
---
“Praefoco,” the Berserker froze in front of you, slowing down as your eyes glew purple, watching it fall to its knees.
Peter must’ve run off somewhere to avoid having to fight, while Scott was pinned against the wall by another Berserker, Kira on the floor.
“Inspiratione,” all five of the Berserkers fell to the ground, nearly unconscious as you heard Scott gasp, dropping to his feet while he leaned against the wall to take a breath.
You could feel pain running throughout your body, while you looked down at your arms, seeing thick dark veins running through them.
Not again
You winced, buying your lip as you scrunched your eyes, taking deep breaths. You heard the Berserker growl, standing up once again while it wrapped its hands around your neck, shoving you against the wall and taking you by surprise.
You gasped for air, trying to fight it before hearing a familiar roar behind the Berserker.
Derek pulled the Berserker away from you, kicking it to the floor. His blue eyes looked at you, noticing he was back to normal, and no longer 15.
You stumbled slightly, while he put his hand on your shoulder, helping you stand up.
“They’re gone!” you turned to Scott, hearing him yell.
You frowned slightly, looking around to see that all the Berserkers had gone.
Derek turned to you, mouth open before you wrapped your arms around him tightly. You shut your eyes tightly while he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you back.
---
“Where do you think Kate went? With the Berserkers? They can't just disappear like that,” you asked, walking alongside Derek.
“Well, we haven't seen the last of her. She’ll pop back sooner or later,” he shrugged.
“Oh, your place is such a mess… I need to clean up all my stuff,” you were slightly nervous as the two of you walked into the loft.
“You’ve been staying here for the past two months?” Derek asked.
You nodded your head, giving him a small smile.
“I got your text, and then when I got here you were gone. Severo and a bunch of Araya’s men were just laying there,” you explained.
You could feel the tension in the air as the two of you stood across from each other.
“I can’t… thank you,” you gave him a small smile before you wrapped your arms around yourself.
This couldn't be more awkward 
“Hey, how come you didn't tell me the truth? About my family?”
“I didn't want to see you upset,”
The two of you stood in silence, looking into each other's eyes before you inhaled softly, turning away from him.
“I should go get my stuff,” you started.
“(Y/N), wait,” you bit your lip before turning to him.
“I-I… did you mean what you said?” he asked.
You frowned slightly, in confusion.
“At the… when the Oni got to you. Did you mean it when you said you love me?” you could feel your heart racing as you nodded softly, unable to say words.
“Is there a but?” 
You felt your eyes water slightly, before you wiped them, laughing softly before you nodded again.
“I love you. A-Always have and always will. But we always end up hurting each other, and getting mad at each other… I don't want to lose you… I don't want to hurt you again,” your voice wavered before you cleared your throat.
He stayed quiet, before looking down. Your eyes watered quicker before you let out a small breath.
“I’m gonna… I’ll come back later to get my things,” you walked past him, before he held your hand, pulling you back. 
He put his hands on both sides of your face, kissing you as you closed your eyes, sinking into the kiss. You put your hands around his neck, before looking up at him.
“You can never hurt me, (Y/N). You can never lose me. I love you, always have, and always will. Breaking up with you was one of the dumbest mistakes I’ve ever made. There is no one who’s made me happier than you. I love you,” you could see his eyes watering as you wiped his tears.
“I love you too,” your voice broke as you laughing slightly, pressing your forehead against his.
“Forever,” 
“No matter what.”
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