#the difference between Scott and Stiles in the second gif always gets me

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Pack Mom pt.2 - Derek Hale x Reader

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Prompt: Request! – Liam starts getting jealous when Isaac gets more attention than him, soon it becomes a competition between them that you decide to indulge in. (Also inspired by Woman – Honne.)

Warning: None! Just FLUFFFFF!

ENJOY!!

*****

“Isaac honey can you pass me the butter.” You muttered as you grabbed the bread from the cupboard.

“Okay Mama!” He smiled as he grabbed the butter from the fridge bouncing over to you as you grabbed a knife out the draw.

“Thank you baby.” You smiled at him softly ruffling his hair. You started buttering the bread placing different ingredients on each sandwich. Lydia and Erica had a BLT. Liam, Mason, Cory and Stiles had a PBJ and Derek, Isaac and Jackson all had plain cheese and ham. You had a peanut butter and Nutella fried, kind of like grilled cheese. When you were frying your sandwich you heard yelling start from the front room.

“No fair! It’s my turn!” Liam screeched.

“NO IT’S NOT!” Scott scoffed before you heard more shuffling.

“Ow don’t bite me!” Liam whined making you wince slightly.

“Actually I think it’s my turn.” Derek deadpanned as you heard more movement.

“Listen old man!” Jackson yelled angrily.

You switched off the hob before storming into the living room to see Scott, Liam, Jackson and Derek rolling around on the floor fighting over the Xbox controller. Your hand immediately went to your hips as you waited for them to notice you. Lydia was sat reading but she looked up to acknowledge you before going back to her book.

“DEREK!” You screamed eventually when you realized they weren’t going to notice you.

“Shit!” You heard him muttered before de-tangling himself from the boys.

“Scott get off your brothers!” You snapped as you tapped you bare foot against the floor. Once they were all stood in front of you, head down in an attempt not to test what patience you had left.

“Every time I start making food somehow you always seem to interrupt me by acting like morons!” You huffed angrily.

“The Xbox can go off now. Derek you can come pour me a glass of wine. Lord knows I need it. Scott you can finish the reading you have for school. Jackson how about you study for the maths test coming up. Ask Lydia for help if you need it. Liam you can come sit in the kitchen.” You ordered pointing at each one of them as you snapped your orders, Scott and Jackson groaned but did as they were told. You made you way back to the kitchen Liam following closely behind. You told him to sit at the breakfast bar while you got out the first aid kit. You wiped always the blood noticing the bite mark almost gone completely, which you were thankful for.

“Mama?” Liam murmured softly, a blush on his face.

“What baby?” You said as you threw the used antiseptic wipe in the bin.

“Can I have a hug?” He fiddle with the bottom of his shirt nervously as he waited for your response. You smiled but leaned over to hug him tightly. His head laying against your chest probably able to hear you heart beating. He hugged you back but the moment only lasted a few more seconds because you heard Isaac start talking.

“Mama I’m hungryyy.” He whined, a pout gracing his face. You pulled away from Liam and nodded before you went back to making food.

You glanced at Isaac and Liam as you went to turn the hob back on. You noticed that they were thoroughly glaring at each other which you thought was weird, shaking your head you chose the let it go.

After the pack has finished eating they went back to their houses, except Isaac who went upstairs to study, leaving you alone with Derek. You had college tomorrow but you didn’t feel like staying in your dorm with your overly happy roommate. You cuddled into Derek as he flipped through the films that were on the TV, his pick of film made you laugh. As much as he a Stiles bicker their love for Star Wars was always what had them chatting like they were best friends.

“I think you should move in with me.” Derek spoke after half an hour of silence through the film. You looked up at him shocked by the sudden statement, his eyes still glued on the TV like he felt embarrassed somehow.

“Oh really? Would you like to look at me and ask me instead of telling me?” You snorted, crossing your arms in playful anger.

“Y/N Y/L/N will you move in with me?” He huffed with false confidence as he gazed in your eyes.

“I would love to Derek. Now I need to sleep because I have class at 8. Night Der.” You muttered as you wandered up the stairs. You stopped at Isaac’s room to see him sprawled over his bed with his homework thrown everywhere which made you smile to yourself. You carefully moved the papers to his computer desk and threw his covers over him, brushing his curly hair away from his face. After making sure he was okay, you went to yours and Derek’s shared bedroom getting dressed into one on Derek’s tops before getting into bed.

*****

“Isaac breakfasts ready!” You screamed up the stairs as you checked the time once again. Isaac ran down stairs dressed and ready for school. He kissed your cheek before he sat down next to you digging into his breakfast.

“Thank you Mama.” He said with half of a piece of bacon hanging out his mouth.

“Isaac don’t talk with your mouthful. It’s rude.” You instructed your voice soft yet stern. He nodded and continued chewing his food before you realized it was already 7.30am. You got up and kissed Derek on the cheek, who was sat silently with a coffee in his hand. Isaac followed closely behind hoping into the passenger seat.

“I need to talk to Derek about getting you a car or a bike.” You muttered as the pulled away from the Hale house.

“I don’t need a car mama I’m fine.” Isaac whispered slowly like he was worried about how Derek would react.

“Yes you do and don’t argue with me. Derek will agree too. Everyone else has a way to get around so which would you prefer bike or car?”

“Mama I do-”

“I think a bike since you love riding with Scott.” You interrupted before he could reject the offer again. After that you and Isaac chose to stay quiet for the rest of the time in the car. When you arrived at Beacon Hills High School you got out the car to greet the pack which was making their way over to your car.

“Ma-Y/N shouldn’t you be at college?” Scott voiced as they stopped in front of you.

“I’m going after this. Derek said he would drop him off but it’s on my way so I thought I’d do it today. Plus I have some good news.” You stated before ruffling Liam’s hair which made him preen.

“I’m moving in full time with Derek.” You added after pulling your hand away from Liam.

“That’s awesome!!” Erica screeched making Stiles roll his eyes.

“Right I’ve gotta go. Liam be good everyone else looking after him and make sure you don’t fight. You know it may seem like play fighting to werewolves but to humans it looks brutal and I’m not dealing with another call from Natalie telling me you’ve earned yourself detention for 2 weeks!”

“Yes Mom.” They are voiced sarcastically.

*****

When everyone came over for dinner that night it wasn’t just the pack but also the parents, who had yet to find out about your new name. It happened when you were helping Melissa cook while the Sheriff, Chris and Derek sat around the breakfast bar chatting away.

“JACKSON GIVE IT BACK! MAMA!!!!” Stiles screamed as he chased Jackson into the kitchen. Everyone stopped to stare at you but you paid no mind.

“JACKSON! Put that down before I take away your new phone!” You yelled as you stirred the chicken pieces around the wok.

“What you didn’t buy that though!!” Jackson screamed angrily his foot stomping angrily.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” You responded, your tone calm with a sickly sweet smile joining as you turned to look at him.

“I mean! I’m sorry Stiles here’s your comic book and I love you Mama!” He replied in a rushed way that made you smirk.

“That’s what I thought now, boy’s front room I don’t wanna tell you twice.” You added as you watched the boys bicker as they walked into the front room. You turned your attentions to the 3 sets or wide eyes staring at you, realizing what you had done you blushed and picked up your glass of wine.

“I think we should leave the kids here and go into early retirement.” Noah snorted making Derek go deathly pale.

“So your pack mom now?” Chris added nodding in agreement as he did, you nodded before going back to food. Once dinner was ready you all moved to the dining room to sit down but then just like every aspect of your life turned into another argument.

“But you always sit next to Mama I wanna sit next to her today!” Liam whined his bottom lip sticking out slightly.

“No it’s my seat pipsqueak.” Isaac mocked as he made his way to the seat.

“Isaac you can sit next to Melissa.” Your voice made no room for arguments with made everyone stop awkwardly.

“Bu-”

“Isaac.” Was all Derek said as everyone finally started to situate themselves.

During dinner everything was full of chatter and laughs except Isaac who sat there pushing his food around his plate aimlessly. You knew what was happening Isaac had been the baby of the pack for years until Liam came along. You could tell he was jealous and they were competing but you also knew that you loved everyone in this pack equally, well except Peter because he’s a maniac and Derek who is possibly the love of your life.

You knew Isaac felt left out but he had to learn you weren’t just his. After dinner you started cleaning up but Chris and Noah quickly took over saying that you and Melissa should rest, so you did. As soon as you sat down Liam began speaking to you.

“Mama would you like a drink?” He asked hopefully.

“I can rub your feet if you want?” Isaac tried to interrupt.

“I could put on your favorite film if you want.” Liam grit his teeth as he smiled, as if trying to control his anger.

“Boys just sit down.” You groaned before flopping onto Derek’s chest.

That night the entire pack stayed over, the big house full of giggles and teasing but what got you the most was every 5 minutes Liam and Isaac asked if you wanted anything or tried to get your attention. By the time it was midnight you had enough of the bickering so you told everyone to sit down and watch a film or they could go to their own rooms. Thankfully they listened.

“Mama would you like some popcorn?” Liam asked gently as the movie got to about half way through.

“Mama doesn’t like salted popcorn.” Isaac snickered making you pause the film and tell Erica to turn the light on.

“Right I’ve had enough of this competing! I am not a toy that you can fight over nor am I everyone’s favorite lamppost to piss up!” You screamed angrily as you threw the remote controller onto the couch.

“I love you all equally! You are all my baby’s in some way! If you had two babies would you love them differently?” You added, your arms crossing over your chest as you tried to maintain calm.

“No.” Isaac muttered, his cheeks glowing red.

“Well then don’t expect that from me! I love you all the exact same amount!” You huffed before hearing Derek re-enter the living room. Everyone was staring at you with sad eyes but you knew it was because they all felt bad.

After everyone had gone to bed you and Derek made your way up to your bed room changing into one of Derek’s tops before sliding into bed with a sigh. Derek got in without a word kissing you passionately which made you squeak in surprise. One he pulled back he smiled down at you lovingly his thumb tracing circles on your cheeks.

“Thank you for being the best Pack Mom ever.” He whispered gently, his hands making their way into your hair.

That’s night Derek made love to you over and over again his love pouring out over and over until you were overloaded with his feelings.

This man is the love of your life and he gave you everything you ever wanted.

A family.

Part 1 <- -> Part 3(fin)

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A Normal? Day

Summary: A normal day in the life of Beacon Hills Favorite Couple

Warnings: unbearable Fluff, plot points that wont make sense just yet

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I realized I dont have any of my Stiles work updated yet! This is just a short little oneshot to show people what my stiles writing will kind of be like. I wrote it to be included in a season rewrite that I am doing but It didnt fit great so now im just giving it to you for fun!

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*somethings that wont make sense to you will be explained if you go read my series rewrite in the next few weeks!*

A normal day in a supernatural world. 

Step one, wake up. 

Waking up is a long process for me. My lovely hyperactive boyfriend did what he always does for me each morning, wake up about thirty minutes before me, sit there as still as he can (which is not very still) to let me sleep in, give up after ten minutes and then get out of bed. Stiles woke up at six this morning, playing with my hair as I slept before he finally got out of bed. Like every morning since we started doing this, he placed his pillow and a spare flannel in my arms so I wouldn't  ‘get cold and lonely’, and then went to get himself ready for school. This was a relatively short process, throw on some pants, decide between a sweatshirt or a flannel, find the backpack and then he's pretty much done. For me on the other hand, it's a little different.

“y/n/n, I gave you five extra minutes. You gotta get up.” I groaned and moved the pillow that was in my arms to cover my face. To my disappointment Stiles took it off and started peppering me with kisses until I opened my eyes with a scowl on my face.

“I love you but I really hate you.” He gave me a classic Stiles grin as he moved backwards off of the bed. 

“I know, you make sure to tell me that every time I wake you up.” 

After walking out the door, and then back to it within seconds to make sure I was actually getting up, Stiles went downstairs to make some coffee and left me to get ready. I was running late, per usual, but by the time I made it to the car all of my things were there waiting for me, along with Stiles who held out a travel cup of coffee just the way I like it and forcibly handed me a banana.

“Eat.” I shook my head and motioned for him to drive. 

“Too early, If I eat right now I'll actually puke all over your car.” He started the car and drove with one hand as he kept the banana extended. 

“Babe, we do this every morning and every morning I remind you that-” I snatched the fruit from his hand as I finished his sentence. 

“Breakfast is important and if you don't eat it in three hours you're going to come to me during class with a panicked look on your face telling me you think you're about to pass out. I know, I remember.” 

I sound sarcastic like this every morning, but even through the snide remarks and the occasional unnecessary and undeserved insult, Stiles still looks at me like I'm the answer to the universe.

Step two, school. For this one I recommend that you don’t do what I manage to do every year, fill your schedule with all honors and AP classes, zero breaks or study halls, and more than three extra-curriculars.

I won't bore you with the rather slow details of a highschool senior. I will however give you this, classes are hard, I don't think I will ever be able to use a red pen in my entire life, and with each passing day somehow I find a way to be even more stressed than the day before. 

The day ended with me sitting on a bench with Lydia and Malia, watching our boys play lacrosse from across the field and inevitably laughing our asses off whenever either of them would look over to make a face at us and get tackled or hit with something from the field. Ah the simple pleasures, you know? As we both waited for Stiles and Scott, Lydia and I spread our various school textbooks out on the bench in front of us, in all about sixteen heavy books set open as we studied. When Coach finally blew his whistle with one ear shattering blow after another the boys ran to us, practically dripping in sweat. Stiles bound up the bleachers, skipping some of the steps and leaned down in front of me, waiting for a kiss. I didn't look up from my textbook, and neither did Lydia as she responded to the boys while hovering over her calculus homework.

“Nice try boys, but before you even think about going anywhere but a dog kennel, you need to take showers.” There were a few mumbled protests but again without looking up she shooed them with her hands. 

“Come on, off you go.” I giggled a little as they marched away in defeat, their cleats making a crunching sound when they reached the grass. 

Step three, finally to get home, only to have to go to a pack meeting. 

Like every other Friday the pack all met in Scotts living room, this time all agreeing to stay away from anything breakable. I promised Melissa I wouldn't let them destroy the house while she was out, and I keep my promises. At the moment there were no big problems. Though I still wince a little when I say it, it seems like everything in Beacon Hills is… normal. As weird as that sounds. But we still meet once a week, every week it becomes more of a group study/hangout than a real meeting, but spending time with our friends was more valuable than any solution we had come up with before. The only issue to discuss at this meeting was me. I wouldn't call it an issue exactly, but after finding out about my… species? People? Clan? I don't know what to call it, but after finding out about what I am, we still have almost no information about what that really means, for me or for them. 

“Liam, as much as I appreciate the input, I don’t think being a truth seeker literally means that I can cheat on multiple choice tests. Even if it did, morally I will tell you again, cheating is a bad thing, and also none of my classes use multiple choice.” 

They all tried their best to put Stiles and I at ease, telling us that in time we would figure it all out. But that was the thing, we didn't have time. We’re seniors just a few months from leaving this town for college, and once I leave I don't see myself flying across the country once a week just so that I can make sure I know the “truth” of Beacon Hills. The sun finally set and Stiles and I said our goodbyes, walking hand in hand out the jeep before heading to his house for the night. 

Step four, stay up until three in the morning looking for answers about what supernatural powers you have. yeah , I know, that one's a kicker. 

As soon as Stiles and I stepped foot in the door of his room we threw off our bags and changed into sweatpants. I took the flannel he gave to me this morning and placed it over my tank top as we stood in front of his clear board as if waiting for an idea to come to us by itself. The board was still blank, nothing there but a picture of me and Stiles together at the lookout in the woods. A little reminder that no matter what crazy ideas are thrown onto this board, we always have each other. We settled into our usual spots, Stiles standing and pacing in the middle of the room while I spread books and papers out over his bed, laying on my stomach and staring into the pages. 

Finally, Step five, wait for the full frustration to kick in, and then once it's there, find a cute boy to calm you down.

I was laying flat on my stomach with four books in front of me, two from school, two from Lydia on the supernatural. I was hoping that in between my AP calculus homework and my college physics textbook I could figure out something new about my identity. News flash, it wasn't working. I groaned at the words in front of me, frustrated that for some reason the letters were swimming in and out. I took the books (all four of them) and slammed them shut before throwing them aggressively onto the ground in front of Stile’s bed and then taking the papers and just tossing them onto the air without any thought of aim or purpose. Stiles stopped pacing and stood still in front of his board, which now had a few red squiggles here and there along with the photo and a horrible attempt at drawing a wolf. He turned slowly to me with a marker in his hands.

“You good?”

“Not really.” He nodded and walked over, sitting beside me on the edge of the bed and putting the marker down. While I was still lying on my stomach he placed a hand on my back and rubbed it slowly.

“baby, do you know what time it is right now?” I placed my head in my hands and responded. 

“No. Do I want to?” 

“No, but I'm going to tell you anyway. It's three in the morning.” I said nothing and just signed into my hands. Stiles ignored my angry sighs and continued. 

“Babe do you know what that means?” I shook my head. 

“Well first of all it means that you are probably exhausted, which is why you're getting so frustrated with yourself, but more importantly it means that we have two hours before that night time diner downtown closes.” I looked up fast. 

“Are you talking about the one with the pie, and the fries and the shakes.” He looked at me very seriously and nodded. Without another word I popped up on the bed and threw on a pair of crocs.

 “Stiles, no matter what I say in the mornings when you wake me up, I love you so much I think you might even be higher on my list than eating pie at three in the morning.” He gave me a broad smile and kissed me on the cheek. 

“Say no more, love.”

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The Healer

Summary: After almost a week Chris Argent is still in Brylee McCall’s care. And both are seeing sides of each other they never thought they would.

Parings: Chris Argent x Brylee McCall

Warnings: Fluff, kissing, some blood, nursing things

*Not my Gif but all my writing!! Also this one runs a bit long!!

Part 4

We fell into a routine of sorts over the next few days. As the lines of his infection slowly started to recede he started to gain strength. He felt good enough to walk on his own. And the second day he was here I decided to take him off of his IV.

It was almost like having a roommate. He was quiet most days. But every now and then something would spark his interest. Something about the house. Or asking about Stiles or someone else in town. When he felt up to it he would ask about the past creatures we had encountered while he was gone. I could see how bittersweet it was for him. How much he loved the place and missed the people. But how hard it was to remember things that were once close to Allison.

Though the comfortable silences were easy to live with. Quietly I cooked while his steady presence remained on my porch. A silent dance ensued between us on the days he felt up to helping me. And on the two days I had patients, he was a soundless bystander who let me get on with my work.

His being at my house was almost more of a comfort than it was an annoyance.

I had finally convinced him to sleep during the day when he felt like it. That part of him that had been scared to sleep or be unaware had disappeared in the last few days. With his body fighting the infection he needed all the rest he could get. Convincing the never still man of this was tough, but eventually I broke through the thick and high walls of his. I also had the help of him not being able to keep his eyes open on a few occasions.

It’s what he was doing now. And I curled on the couch with a book in the small down time I was allowed. Diving into the story, the pages taking me somewhere new and far away from here. A knock disrupted my reading. I hurried for the door before the person could ring the doorbell and wake Chris.

Swinging the door open my mother stood there in all her glory. Holding a bottle of wine and a bag of my favorite popcorn. A smile covered her face, though it started to fade slightly when I didn’t let her in right away.

“Are you going to let me in, or am I just going to stand out here with this bottle,” she asked, only half joking.

I quickly shook myself out of my stupor. “Yeah sorry, come in. Just be quiet, I have a patient resting.”

Her eyes turned understanding as they always did. She did as I asked and set the wine carefully in the fridge, barely making a sound. “So that’s why I haven’t heard from you. I was starting to get worried,” she said in a hushed tone.

“It’s been a tough case. He came in with deep lacerations and an infection set in. I’ve only been able to get his fever down a handful of times. It’s starting to worry me,” I took a seat at one of my bar stools while she leaned over the sink.

“Do you know him?”

Usually I didn’t mind talking about my patients with mom. She was a nurse so she understood most of my situations. But this was a little different. She and Chris had become decent friends once she got over him hunting Scott. I wasn’t sure if him being back would upset her in some way. And I didn’t know if he wanted anyone knowing he was back.

“Kind of,” I settled on. “I’m sorry I haven’t called. How’s Scotty?”

She eyed me for a second, noting how I changed the subject too fast. But she played along with my little game for the time being. “He’s fine. Him and Kyra got a lead on the Dread Doctors, they’re trying to follow it the best they can.”

“What about you? How are you handling things?”

“As best as a mother can with her children running wild,” she gave a small laugh.

I leaned over and let my hand rest on her shoulders, “We’re just doing what you taught us mom.”

Patting my hand she nodded. “It doesn’t look like your patient has let you sleep very much.”

With her hawk-like eyes she never missed anything. How she never found out about Scott turning into a werewolf sooner than she did I will never know. Even with a busy work schedule she never missed a beat in my or Scott’s life. She knew every time we snuck out. Every time we did something bad. Or when we had our first kiss and neglected to tell her about it. She claimed it was her own supernatural power.

I sat back down on the stool looking at the half full coffee pot. I had been through more coffee than ever in these past few days. “He’s had rough nights. He refuses to take any kind of pain killer so all he does is toss and turn trying to get comfortable. Plus I’m still checking his wound and temperature every hour.”

“I can always fill in for a day or two. I’ve got some off time coming up,” she offered. Always looking out for me. Always ready to put in a helping hand.

“No, you need the rest as much as I do. I’ll be okay for now.”

She walked around the counter and wrapped me in a warm hug. Giving me the comfort that only a mother could provide to a child. The embrace that always provided a blanket of safety and comfort.

“If you need anything, just call. I can be here if you need me,” she said, leaning back and pushing a few stray hairs away from my face.

“I will mom.”

I saw her off, waving from the porch as she drove down the bumpy road. Clouds were starting to darken again. It would begin to rain soon. And once more my roads would become a muddy mess.

As I stepped inside Chris was pouring himself a cup of coffee. His graying hair was pointing in a few different directions. It took all of me not to giggle at the sight. I’d never seen him so… disheveled.

His eyes were starting to become clear again. The fog of tiredness, and heavy medication wearing off. “How was your mom,” he asked, taking a long sip of coffee and staring at me over the rim of his mug.

“I thought you were asleep, not eavesdropping,” I quipped. He shrugged, not looking ashamed in the least. I continued before he could ask anymore questions, “You look better. How are you feeling?”

“Good, but sore,” he said honestly.

“Why don’t you sit on the couch and I can take another look at your wound?”

He wordlessly followed me, used to the routine of my checking things. He seemed to be less agitated every time we went through this spell together.

His skin was hot to the touch, which I hated. It was like flames on my fingers every time I brushed against him. Every time we bumped into each other in the kitchen. Every time I pulled his bandage up. Every time I helped him out of or into bed. I knew it was the fever that was doing this. However it sometimes felt as if the flames would transfer to my own skin, and linger long after I had left him.

I pulled the bandage off and for once was pleased with what I saw. The red lines had started to recede. They were almost halfway gone. The puffiness around the wound had lessened. And the stitches were all holding up nicely even as he gained more sense of movement. It was the most improvement I had seen since he was brought here.

“It’s the first time your eyebrows haven’t scrunched together while looking at it,” he said almost too quietly for me to hear.

I looked back into his blue eyes. The ones that were addicting. “It’s looking better for once. You’re finally making some progress. If you didn’t start soon I was going to have to take you into Beacon Hills.”

“If you were so worried, why didn’t you tell your mom about me? I doubt I could fight off both of you while I’m like this.”

I looked down to the couch, trying to hide the blush that took over my cheeks. “I didn’t know who you wanted knowing you were back. And I… I don’t know, I just, I wanted you to trust me.”

Calloused fingers found their way to my chin. Slowly he made me look at him again. He made me look him in the eye. Flames burst onto my skin, and I had never been so glad that he couldn’t hear my heartbeat. It was going to leap out of my chest.

“If I didn’t already trust you, I wouldn’t have had Maddie and Josh bring me here. You’re one of the only people I can be sure of at this moment,” he said gently, like speaking to a loved one. Someone he cared for.

I prayed that the blush in my cheeks didn’t grow any deeper than it already was.

*****

After our nightly routine of dinner and some time by the fire on the couch I situated him in bed. Once he was comfortable I retreated to my own room. Even though I was exhausted, sleep eluded me.

I tossed and turned, and did everything in my power to fall asleep. Nothing worked. Not counting sheep. Not reading for a while. Not even staring at the wall or forcing my eyes shut. Sleep was not my friend tonight despite me needing it desperately.

It had been almost a week since I had gotten a full night of rest. Nor had I gotten to sleep in. If I kept this up I wasn’t going to make it.

The rain started an hour into my tossing spell. Usually the thick rain drops pounding onto the roof sent me to sleep quickly. The soothing sound wasn’t enough tonight though. Instead they were music helping to keep my brain alert. I was going to go crazy laying here.

Ripping the sheets off of me I stood and slipped out of my room. Before I could make my way for the kitchen I noted the light was still on in the guest bedroom. I wondered if he was having just as much trouble as I was. Or if maybe I was somehow keeping him awake. Not able to stop my curiosity I knocked on the door, pushing it open to find him standing by the large window.

He had taken off his shirt. His large frame took up most of my view. Broad shoulders flowed seamlessly into his long torso. The only thing disrupting his figure was the bandage covering up about half of his abs. Despite the trauma his body had been through, he still kept his sculpted shape.

I pushed the blush from my cheeks as best I could. I stammered over my words and forced my eyes to the ground. “Sorry, I thought maybe… Um, I thought I was keeping you up, so I came to check on you.”

I could hear him shuffling closer to me. Though he had gained a lot of strength back, it was still hard for him to walk normally with the wound on his side. It was a miracle that he was walking at all.

“I was afraid I was keeping you up,” he said. I could see his feet in my line of vision.

I wasn’t sure why I couldn’t look up. I had seen him without a shirt plenty of times. Who had stitched him up? Who had helped him dress himself? This was ridiculous. I was a medical professional, I could keep it that way.

Lifting my gaze straight to his eyes I could see the small amount of humor in them. It seemed as if he was trying his best not to laugh at me. To not be humored by my reaction. But under that humor was a deep sadness. His eyes were lined with a little bit of redness. Like he had been crying.

“Are you okay,” I near whispered, afraid to embarrass him, or make him upset.

It was his turn to push his gaze away from me. “I’m fine. Just one of those nights.”

One of the nights he couldn’t push his grief away. A night where it consumed him and demanded to be felt. Demanded that he bow to the sadness and memories both good and bad. When the guilt consumed him and he couldn’t escape his losses.

“They happen. It’s okay if you want to talk about her, Chris.” It took a lot to keep my hand from moving to his. I was seeing all new sides of this man in this little escapade that brought him to me.

He started to run his fingers through his beard. Taming the wild hairs, putting them back in their place. Over the last few days I had noticed that one of his ticks was being unable to sit completely still. A bad habit for a hunter.

“It’s not that I mind talking about her. Talking about Allison is what keeps her with me. It’s the… the guilt that gets me these days,” he answered.

“The guilt of what?”

“Of feeling happy. It doesn’t feel right to… move on. To be happy without her here.”

He finally looked back at me. This was the most sad I had ever seen him. Even at Allison’s funeral he had been stoic, somber, held together. But before me was a man torn apart by grief and guilt. No longer did he put on a facade, and pretend to be okay.

I gave in to the instinct that was calling me to hold him. Slowly, so as not to startle him, I took him into my arms. Pulled him by the shoulders, standing on my toes to get my arms around him. I let my fingers dive deep into his hair, like my mother had done to soothe me as a child. He didn’t resist me, or push me away from him. Instead he melted into me. Wrapped his arms around my waist and sank his head onto my shoulder. As if we had been doing this for years.

I felt his breath on my neck. Felt the deep long sigh he let out. His leaning weight on me, the contact of his skin, as familiar as a lover. The man’s hair was as soft as silk.

“It’s okay to feel something other than pain for a while. I don’t think Allison would want you to be sad all the time. It’s okay to remember her and move on. It’s okay to feel happy, Chris,” I whispered.

We stayed in each other's embrace for a long while. That comforting silence falling back upon us. Not needing words to understand each other. Not needing to speak to be heard. Right now he just needed someone to lean on. And I was okay with being that person.

He finally pulled back, though he didn’t go far. He leaned his head onto mine. Now his warm breath was on my lips. He was so close I could nearly taste him.

I knew what was coming. Like every girl knew before the proposal happened. Or when her boyfriend was going to ask her to prom. I knew he was going to lean in. Part of me shouted to go away. To step out of his arms and keep the professional relationship between us.

I told that part of myself to shut up.

His lips descended onto mine warmly. He was no longer plagued with fever, but he held warmth. Warmth that ran through me and made me burst with flames of my own.

I let my eyes slip shut. Let the feeling of him being this close take me over. My fingers combed through his silk-like hair, while his own hands roamed over me. They had pushed some of my blouse up, getting us as close to skin on skin as possible.

Barely sucking down air he deepened the kiss. Pulled me as close as he could manage. I was still on my toes trying to reach him. Trying to get deeper into him. If I could have faded into him I would have.

He started to back up, pulling me with him. His soft full lips never left mine as we moved together. Slowly and carefully we sank into the mattress. Chris began to tug at my top as I straddled him, careful to avoid his wound. Though he didn’t seem to care.

His eyes burned in a way I had never seen. Burned bright with desire. For the first time in a long time he looked… alive. He looked like the same man I had first met. The one with a passion and a calling. I savored the look he gave me. Felt honored that it was me who had been the one to ignite it.

His lips found their way to my bare shoulder. Soft delicate kisses roamed over me. As I lost myself in the feeling of small fires starting up, I deeply hoped that I could keep him like this. That I could keep him alive in a whole new way for as long as possible.

[kitkatwinchester]

I'm gonna cry.

First of all, our little group of four all trying to find Stiles is honestly so heart-warming.

"I'll understand if anyone wants to back out." "I'm not gonna be the first wolf to run from a fox." "Apparently I'm carrying a lightsaber." (XD) "Dad, you and Derek hit Eichen House. Sheriff, it's you and me at the hospital."

They all love and care about Stiles so much, and they're all so determined to figure this out and do anything they can to help him (Chris with his lethal option makes me a little nervous, but it's FINE), and I love that. <3

And then that scene in the hospital elevator between Allison and Noah was so freaking sweet. Allison seriously just always puts up this mask and tries to keep going because she doesn't want to seem weak or scared or unable to protect herself, but this is a LOT, and it's especially a lot for a freaking TEENAGER to go through, and I love that Noah just pulled her in and comforted her and told her that he would talk to Coach about her failing grade in Econ. We love a good parental moment--ESPECIALLY when it's not their parent, but the parent of someone they care a lot about--and that was so sweet.

And then of course, we get that creepy af video of Stiles in his room (you're telling me Stiles doesn't have a key to his house and he had to break in? K then. XD) just staring at the camera and waving those creepy little fingers in that way that Dylan does when he's the Nogitsune and I'm freaking terrified and don't like where this is going at all. But we're gonna save him, RIGHT?!

Also, again, I feel really bad for Noshiko. Her boyfriend Rhys was actually amazing and was actually trying to do everything he could to help them, and given the course of the story and episode, I knew he was gonna die, so the second he dove into the crowd, I was waiting for something like that, and it totally sucks. I HATE when things like that happen, when the one person that actually cared gets caught in the crossfire of people who deserve that death a lot more. Totally sucks.

Also also, while I'm here, I do want to point out that, yes, Stiles is the clever and witty planner who usually makes the connections first, but I don't want to sneeze at Scott's smarts either. He can definitely step up when he has to, and watching him put together all of the puzzle pieces of this Nogitsune and its past as he learns bits and pieces of information is kind of awesome and I'm glad that he's here, because I really think if anyone can (and will) save Stiles, it's Scott.

Anyways. This is heartwarming and heartbreaking in so many different ways, and I get the feeling this is gonna be a set-up episode that's gonna end on a rough cliffhanger and inevitably cause my heart to break in half when I watch the next episode, so here we go I guess...

Here's a gif of Noah being wonderful again because we can. <3

(This was so heart-warming and sad I feel so bad for Allison. :( )

[pvre-angel]

hey stupid, i love you.

stiles x reader- you overhear stiles confessing his love to lydia, only he was really practicing to tell you.

the pack had all gathered at stiles’ house, reading and studying up on the newest threat in beacon hills- the anuk-ite. so far the only thing known for sure was that it had to have slipped through the rift between realms when you all tried getting stiles’ back from wherever the ghost riders took him. “can we ever catch a break?” lydia said in an aggravated sigh as she leaned back in her seat, tossing an old book on the table. a series of mumbles played throughout the living room area as you all were just as exhausted as lydia with the nonstop researching and fighting for your lives. “as long as beacon hills is a magnet for the supernatural- i don’t think so.” scott replied, scratching the back of his head.

 stiles was sat next to you, but he had fallen silent in the last hour. worried, you nudged him with your elbow to get his attention. “what’s up?” he shook his head, “oh, you know, just can’t wait for this to be over with.” you could tell he didn’t want to talk about whatever was really bothering him right this second so you smiled at him, “i know how you feel. we’ve always figured it out before though, we got this, stilinski.” stiles returned the smile before glancing over towards lydia. “uh, speaking of catching a break. lydia, can you come with me for a minute?” lydia stood up, following him upstairs. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as to what they were doing. stiles and you had been friends for a long time, but ever since you forgot all about him- then remembered him, you realized just how much you liked him. i guess going that long missing the one thing that made you happy would do wonders in making you see him in a different light; a much brighter, stronger light. you loved him. and you had a feeling that he might have felt the same towards you by the way you both fell into each others arms when he came back and then the flirting and being together constantly that followed. thinking of it now, if there wasn’t a huge supernatural force behind it like the ghost riders, there would be no way you could ever forget stiles stilinski. 

a half hour passed neither lydia or stiles returned to continue research. it seemed as if only you and scott noticed, as you both caught each other’s eye as you scanned the room looking for them. “i’m going to go see what stiles and lydia are up to.” scott told the pack, no one really listening. “uh, me too.” you mumbled, quickly and quietly following scott upstairs. “i’m sure their just looking at stile’s investigation wall, ya know? they always do that.” scott tried reassuring  you, knowing about your feelings for stiles. before you could respond, stiles’ voice beamed inside his bedroom. 

“i’m in love with you. like crazy. i know it’s sudden but i needed you to know. i think about you all of the time- you’re beautiful, smart, you make me laugh more than anyone has before and i-” that was all you could stand to listen to before you backed away from the door and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door harder than you meant to in the moment. scott had called out for you, but you didn’t want to talk to anyone in that moment. you refused to cry; at least not until you went home. the water ran, and cupped your shaking hands to let them fill before splashing your face in hopes to calm down. 

you really thought he felt the same way. yet you heard him say the words you hoped to hear to none other than lydia, the girl you thought he had moved on from. 

-

“what the hell was that bang?” stiles said, him and lydia rushing out of his bedroom to see scott standing there. his expression changed from shocked to worried once he saw the look on scott’s face. “what’s wrong? did you find something?” stiles’ asked his best friend. “uh, yeah. we found you confessing your love to lydia?” stiles backed up, “what? no, that’d not what- who’s we?” stiles felt his heart speed up, hoping, praying that scott wouldn’t say your name.

“(y/n),” he paused to watch stiles’ and lydia realize they had not purposefully messed up greatly. “and that bang you heard was her running into the bathroom and slamming the door. dude, what the hell is going on? you told me you had feelings for (y/n).” 

“oh no, oh god no,” stiles said in a panic. “i mean yes, i have feelings for (y/n) but lydia was just- wait so you’re saying she was upset? does that mean she feels the same?” lydia nudged stiles, cutting him off. “yes, stiles. as if it wasn’t completely obvious. you go fix this.” she ordered him to which he immediately complied, wanting to make things right. “he was practicing on me. I was helping him find a way to tell her.” she finished explaining to scott, grabbing his arm to lead him away and back to the group. scott tried not to laugh, but this misunderstanding was a little funny- and embarrassing for stiles. but he knew he’d fix it, and knowing what he knew about their feelings for each other, he wasn’t worried one bit that this wouldn’t end up in the best way possible. 

-

you finally opened the bathroom door after minutes of stiles banging and pleading for you to let him in. you didn’t want to talk, but you knew you couldn’t just ignore him all night. stiles sighed in relief once he entered and shut the door behind him. “(y/n).” he said, sitting across from you on the floor. “stiles’ it’s okay really, I guess i just read the signs wrong. It’s not your fault, and you didn’t know that i had feelings.” you told him, not wanting to be upset with him but still feeling it anyway. “(y/n) no-” stiles began once again, but not wanting to hear him tell you he didn’t like you back, you cut him off once again. “and i mean, lydia’s beautiful so i really can’t blame you.” 

“oh for god sake, it’s you, (y/n) not lydia!” stiles exclaimed, grabbing your hands. he could tell you were confused as to why you heard differently moments before. “she was helping me find a way to tell you. she let me practice on her. god, this is extremely embarrassing.” stiles laughed, looking away from you. you tried to contain it, but instead you busted out in laughter. “oh my god.” you said in between laughs as you tried to catch your breath. “okay really? it’s not that funny.” stiles said in a fake defensive way, joining you in laughter seconds later.

finally, you both settled down. stiles’ hands still gripped yours. it was quiet for a little as you both thought of where to go from here. “hey stupid,” you said breaking the silence. “I love you.” 

stiles couldn’t help but pull you in, kissing you passionately. you felt every good feeling in that moment, the butterflies, the sparks, everything. 

“wow. maybe I should call you stupid more often.” you joked, “hm, or, you know, just tell me you love me more often.” stiles kissed you once more. “oh, and i love you too, stupid.” 

[velvetcloxds]

BREATHE| D.H.

Pairing: Derek x fem! Reader

Word count:2642

Warning: mentions of abusive family member, mentions of abuse, mentions of dead body

Summary: Scott, Stiles and Isaac create a situation where Derek and the reader are forced to talk about the very obvious feelings that they have for each other.

“I don’t know,” I say softly, looking out into the hallway to check for my aunt before softly closing the door behind me, “She’s barely over the fact that I got a B on my midterm paper,” I tell him, moving my books out of the way to sit down on my bed.

“Was it bad?” Isaac asks after a second and I sigh, tracing my fingers under my eye where there should be a completely healed bruise by now.

“It’s been worse,” I answer quickly and he sighs on his end, knowing by now that I wouldn’t tell him if it actually were bad, “I’m fine Isaac, besides it would be much worse without the whole werewolf thing,,” I add, looking up when the front door shuts.

“Was that her?” Isaac asks, the tone of his voice tense. I sigh, jumping up from the bed, pulling the curtain open slightly to see her driving out of the driveway. I smile softly.

“Looks like I’ve got the house to myself for a few hours,” I tell him and hold the phone between my shoulder and my ear as I bend forward to pull my boots on.

“So, does that mean you’ll help us out tonight?” Isaac asks not missing a beat, I smile again as I stand up to grab my jacket.

“Yes, and it also means that the whole lot of you can climb down from the roof and meet me at the front door like normal people,” I say, hearing Isaac’s little laugh in the background as I end the call, the sounds of multiple footsteps on the roof following me as I make my way to the door.

“Why don’t I get to be on the roof?” I hear Stiles ask as I open the door, pulling my jacket on at the same time.

“You know why,” Derek tells him with a cold look causing Stiles roll his eyes.

“You fall down one time and you’re labelled a fall risk,” Stiles notes waving a hand around as his other hand pulls at his plaid shirt.

“It was not one time,” Derek replies very quickly becoming annoyed, “It was three times, and it was but minutes apart,” He adds and lifts a warning brow when Stiles moves to pretest.

“Good evening boys,” I interject before the little spat could continue. Isaac and Scott look over to me with small smiles and apologetic eyes as Derek and Stiles continue to stare each other down, “Derek,” I note formally, making him give Stiles one more warning gaze before locking eyes with me.

“Y/n,” He replies in the same tone after a moment, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket without breaking eye contact for even a second, “You look good,” He says simply, looking me over quickly before meeting my eyes again.

“So do you,” I say and he nods slowly, eyes raking over my face quickly before turning to Scott who is probably waiting for a moment to explain the plan. I smile to myself as I reach behind me to close the door.

“Stiles was listening to his dad’s police radio and there seems to be another body somewhere in the woods,” Scott explains and I furrow my brows at the very vague explanation.

“Is it a werewolf body? The body of someone who was murdered by a werewolf? A hunter? The body of another human sacrifice victim?” I ask, looking between all of them, their blank expressions making it clear that they don’t have an answer to my question.

“Does it matter?” Scott offers carefully and I scoff softly before nodding.

“Yes, it matters, if we’re trying to protect Beacon Hills from supernatural killers and therefore have to find this here dead person in order to that, then I’m with you. But if we’re just going on a little scavenger hunt that’s actually someone else’s job, then I’d like to inform you all that it’s very cold out here and I’m going back inside,” I say, pulling my jacket tighter against my body to emphasize my point.

“She’s right,” Derek notes and I nod at him, “You three said that this was serious and that time was of the essence and so far, it’s been a waste of my time.”

“Time you would’ve spent doing what, Derek? Brooding?” Stiles questions with a mocking smile, shifting back when Derek pulls a hand out of his pocket.

“Look it is serious, we’re not trying to waste anyone’s time,” Scott tells us and rolls his eyes when Stiles moves in behind him, keeping a hand on his shoulder as he looks over at Derek, “We think it’s one of the missing people that’s been killed by whoever’s going around sacrificing people.” He explains and hits Stiles’ hand away from his shoulder.

“Fine,” I say and step forward to walk past them and down the stairs, “We’ll separate into two groups; one group takes the right side and the other takes the left. Who wants to come with me?” I ask looking up at the four of them.

“Derek,” Isaac says very quickly and Derek looks at him with a questioning stare, “It’s either you go with Y/n or you go with Scott and Stiles,” He elaborates and then shrugs as he looks down, Scott and Stiles doing the same when I look over at them, there is definitely something going on here.

“Or Isaac and Derek could go together,” I offer, mainly just to see their reactions.

“No.” Scott says looking a little alarmed as he looks at me. “You’re not exactly Stiles’ biggest fan either. You’d murder him before we even left the yard,” He explains, stuttering in between sentences and I nod slowly, hiding a smile as the boys attempt to hide their frantic glares.

“Okay then, I guess it’s just the two of us,” I tell Derek who looks a little lost for a second as he stares down at me before he nods quickly and makes his way to my side, making sure to give the remaining boys an unplaced glare as he does.

“We’ll meet back here in half an hour, whether we find the body or not,” Derek says beginning to turn before stopping and pointing at Scott and Isaac. “Don’t let Stiles out of your sight,” He says sternly to which the boys nod, “And you, don’t be an idiot,” He adds, pointing at Stiles who is very clearly unhappy with the order. Stiles scoffs.

“I didn’t want you in my group in the first place,” He says and extends the notion towards me when he notices the smile on my lips that I was sure I’d hidden well, “Screw you, Y/n,” He adds as Scott and Isaac pull him from the steps and carefully push him towards the right direction.

“I hate the woods,” I announce softly as we still at the edge of the reserve, looking out onto endless rows of trees, “It gives me the creeps,” I add, tilting my head to get a glance of Derek’s reaction, feeling slightly less annoyed when the softest hint of a smile graces his lips.

“We’ll be out before you know it,” He tells me, not quite meeting my gaze, “You can stay close to me if it helps,” He announces with a quick glance before zipping up his jacket and starting to head off the trail. I take a second to myself, considering the idea of going into this stupid little forest following Derek of all people in there alone and let out a soft sigh.

“Wait up!” I shout, almost jogging to catch up with him despite his offer to keep close to me.

We continue like this for a while, staying close as we look around, sniffing the air for anything that could indicate that there’s a body around here, the only sound being that of our shoes crushing leaves and fallen branches as we walk.

“What?” Derek asks, stopping suddenly after I let out another tired sigh. I frown as I look up at him, “Why do you keep doing that?” He asks and points towards the zip of my jacket which I’ve been moving up and down for the last five minutes. I shrug. “And the sighing, what’s with the sighing?“ He adds in a rush, eyes large as he lets out a loud sigh of his own. I smile up at him.

“I’m bored,” I admit and he folds his arms over his chest, “And don’t even get me started on the silent searching which is driving me mad by the way. Like honestly, Derek, why won’t you talk to me?” I ask, dropping my hands from my jacket to stuff them into my pockets. He looks me over carefully before looking away.

“I don’t know,” He says after a moment and I scoff softly.

“Would you prefer it if I talked, because I have so much to say,” I tell him, taking a step to the side to catch his gaze.

“We need to find this body, Y/n,” He tells me, voice soft and distant. I shake my head, reaching a hand out to stop him from walking away.

“There’s no body, Derek. Well, I don’t think at least,” I say and he frowns, “You really didn’t notice how weird the guys were acting at the house?”

“They’re always weird.”

“Yes, but this was different. They planned this, all of this, somehow. I think they just wanted us to end up alone somewhere where we’re forced to really talk,” I explain and steady myself when my unneeded arm gesture causes me to lose balance.

“Talk about what?” He asks me and I furrow my brows in confusion.

“Don’t do that, you know about what. About you and me. About us,” I say and then shake my head when his eyes largen as a result of my words, “Don’t freak out on me, okay. Just listen,” I say carefully dropping my hand from his arm where it’s been holding him in place.

“Fine. I won’t freak out.”

“You like me,” I deadpan, mind already filling with about a thousand different ways I could’ve approached this, “I mean I think you do and that’s good because boy do I like you too. You’re just not so good with the words and the expression of the feelings and so truth be told I could be completely wrong, but I also don’t think I am. So, to be quite frank I was just curious as to when you were planning on asking me out?” I end, breathless for no reason as I carefully take in the way his expression softens, eyes raking over my face slowly, “I mean you do like me, right?” I ask, my own face softening from slight excitement to unsettled uncertainty as he remains quiet, looking between me and the trees behind me, “You don’t.” I say and let out a soft sigh, realizing how completely silly I must look making this big scene when he very clearly doesn’t feel the same at all.

“Y/n, wait…” He says quickly stupidly attempting to stop me from walking away from him even though I’m already out of reach, “Where are you going?” He asks, deciding to follow me instead.

“I don’t know,” I tell him, fighting the urge to either cry or kick his pretty little ass, “What do you care anyway?” I muse bitterly as I hear him getting closer to me.

“Will you stop?” He asks me annoyed and I feel his hands surrounding my waist to pull me to a stop in front of him, “Will you just give me a bloody minute?” He adds, breath against my neck as he holds me against his body, “If I let go, will you promise not to walk away?” He asks carefully and I nod, his hands moving back and away slowly before I turn around to face him, the seriousness in his eyes catching me by surprise, “I don’t know how to talk to you,” He starts and lets out a long sigh, “It’s like every word I know just completely disappears from my mind the second I see you. The second you smile. The second you say my stupid name. I can’t talk to you,” He explains and my lips almost immediately pull into a smile as response.

“Derek-“

“No. Just let me get this out,” He says, smiling as well as he moves his hands to my waist once again. “I think you’re amazing. You’re good and kind and you barely know anyone of us, but you’d still risk your life to help us out and you’re beautiful, which I should’ve said first, but you are. And you’re so closed off from everyone, but I can still tell exactly what you’re feeling by just looking at you, which is ridiculously unfair because as soon as I convince myself I feel one way for you it changes completely and suddenly I can’t do a bloody thing without thinking about you,” He shakes his head slightly as I let out a soft laugh, lifting my hands to his chest, “Yes, I like you. I like you so much that I feel like I can’t breathe,” He ends and I’m sure my cheeks have turned about every shade of red in but a matter of seconds.

“Breathe, Derek,” I say softly, leaning closer as my fingers move over his chest slowly.

“You’re not being fair,” He says and I can hear his heartbeat rising in pace.

“What are you going to do about it?” I ask carefully, looking up at him through my lashes, biting at my lip to draw his attention there. He smiles, a tint of rose barely touching at his cheeks before disappearing and I’d call him out on it, but the sudden strength of his hands pulling me tighter against his body has me somewhat preoccupied. He leans in as well, nose touching mine.

“This might be a start,” He whispers before catching my lips with his, kissing me slowly yet urgently as I move my hands to his neck, pulling myself even closer as the taste of mint meets my tongue.

Whistles and applause are what pulls us apart, Derek smiling against my lips before he moves away from me, loosely keeping a hand around my waist as we turn to see the boys coming up from behind us.

“I knew this would work,” Stiles announces as the three of them still in front of us. “This is why you need to let me make all of the plans, Scott, because clearly they always work,” He adds excitedly, waving his hands in the air between us. Isaac and Scott simply smiling as they look from him to us.

“I’m happy for you two,” Isaac says with an almost brotherly smile.

“Do you think they’ll have a June wedding?” Stiles asks in thought, smiling as another thought comes to mind, “Do you think we’ll have to ask her for him?” He adds and Scott nudges him when Derek growls lowly.

“We should get you home, your aunt could get home soon,” Scott tells me and we all nod in union before the tree of them turn to walk away in the direction of my house. I try to do the same, smiling when Derek pulls me back softly.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow night,” He states simply and I look up at him confused. He laughs before placing another soft kiss on my lips, “Out date.” He clarifies and smiles happily when I realize what he’s talking about, “I’ll pick you up tomorrow night,” He says again and I nod.

“I’ll bring the dictionary,” I muse, laughing softly as he rolls his eyes, pulling me with him as we follow the boys home.

Hi there, more of my work can be found on Wattpad under @mjoubertt. Mxx.

Masterlist

[simplymurdock]

Unchained Melody

summary: stiles finally gets enough courage to ask out phoebe, after getting kidnapped by a demon.

pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Phoebe Halliwell

warnings: swearing, mentions of knives, kidnapping, and demons. (that’s all i could think of but if i missed anything let me know and i’ll add it <3)

word count: 1790 words

authors note: This is day 1 of the @teenwolfcrossoverchallenge, which was unchained melody by the righteous brothers. so obviously this is teen wolf crossed over with the og charmed. this isn’t the regular charmed though i completely based off one of my wattpad fics. which is called charmed and my user is simplyreid if yall want to read it. (also my requests are open so please make sure you read the rules before making a request!)

Stiles thought about the events. All the different events and choices that brought him to his current situation. His hands were tied above his head as the rope tied him to the ceiling rafts. His feet only a few centimeters off the ground. His shoulders stopped burning after dangling here for a while. Watching for the past half hour the demon-human gathering and preparing for the ritual it was about to do.

He knew she was probably coming to save him, that all his friends were going to save him. Figuring it wouldn’t take a group full of werewolves, hunters and witches, charmed witches at that to find him.

But there still was the part of his mind beating himself up. That if he were to actually die here he would have regrets. The normal regrets, not telling people he loved them enough, wanting to tell them everything he would on his deathbed. But Phoebe Halliwell was the person he had the most regrets with.

Phoebe Halliwell, one of the charmed witches and youngest Halliwell sister. He wanted to tell her everything he was always too scared to tell her. He loved her, plain and simple. He loved everything about her, her laugh that was light and bubbly. Her smile brightened everything and never failed to make him smile. One of the few people that could actually match his energy and was always able to be his full unapologetic self. Being one of the first people to comfort and help cheer her up when she felt like her powers didn’t help anyone.

But they did. She stood in the kitchen as everyone surround around the witches kitchen watching as she was sloppy and fractly writing something down. The youngest Halliwell had just had a vision of Stiles in a warehouse, the demon walking around, and the street sign outside of the warehouse.

“Anytime Phoebe.” Scott remarked clearly stressed out by the situation.

“Unless your vision came out clear then mine shut it!” She snapped, gripping the pen and sighing heavily trying to calm herself. “Sorry,” She apologized, glancing at the floppy haired wolf before finishing the last few letters.

“We got it!” Piper yelled running down the stairs as Leo, Prue, and Derek followed her. Walking swiftly into the kitchen seeing Phoebe handing the notepad to Scott. “Oh, vision yay!” She cheered as both sisters looked at each other knowing Piper was close to losing it.

“Whatcha find?” Allison asked, standing in between the witch and werewolf.

“So good news we know how to kill it and what type of demon it is.” Piper informed wanting to keep a positive mindset.

“And the bad news?”

Prue sighed, fixing her position as she held the heavy old book. “If we don’t find him soon… it will cut out his heart and eat it.”

Phoebe’s eyes widened before her expression dropped. Picking up the notepad and pen, walking over to Prue and jotting down the latin spell. This took seconds, as both Prue and Piper knew what type of anger was filling their sister. “Got it, let’s go.” She said emotionless.

Prue shut the book, handing it to Leo, who quickly kissed Piper’s cheek before orbing back to the attic. Phoebe ripping the page out quickly, folding it and shoving it into her pocket as she lead the group through the house to the front door.

🔮

The demon started sharpening the weird cult-ie knife that honestly frightened Stiles. Knowing that it was meant for him. The fear started to bawl and grow faster and faster inside him. Desperately looking around for anything to either help him escape or fight the demon off. But how was he going to fight a demon off? He was super strong, or super fast. He didn’t have any magical powers or spells. He couldn’t throw him across the room with it mind, or freeze it in a blink of an eye.

So, he put all the last trust, hope, and faith in anything into Phoebe. Knowing, hoping that she would have a vision of anything that would help them find him.

And the moment he saw the metal door fly forward he knew he was right. Laughing and smiling widely seeing the three witches, seeing her step forward staring the demon down.

Watching Piper freeze it and Prue nodding her head at it. And time unfroze on him as he was sent flying backwards.

Looking over at Scott and Derek were walking over to him. “Took you long enough,” He remarked trying to hide just how happy he was to see him.

“We can’t leave him here?” Derek questioned rapping the line of chains from the ceiling down.

Scott scoffed shaking his head before popping off the lock from around the pale teens wrist. “Careful, Phoebe can easily get his knife.”

“Boys.” Allison stated as she wrapped her arms around Stiles, who didn’t realize she was with them. “We have bigger issues.”

“You got him?” Scott questioned referring to her holding Stiles up as she nodded profusely. He ripped it off as Stiles' weight crashed into Allison, being unbalanced for a moment before adjusting to it. “Good, let’s go.” Derek ordered after checking on the sisters.

Scott wrapped Stiles' other free arm around his neck and him and Allison walked him to the door as Derek followed behind them. Waiting for them to tap him in or for him to fall backwards.

“Wait!” Stiles breathed out, finally feeling the after effects of adrenaline rushes, dehydration, and hunger. “I wanna see them beat his ass.”

The three sisters cornered the now red skinned demon into the corner. Phoebe quickly dug into her pockets, pulling out the yellow paper and straightening out the wrinkled paper. Prue and Piper held their free hands connecting them to make the magic stronger. “Demon of hatred, be gone from this place, remove your evil influence from our deeds!”

“Back to hell bitch.” Phoebe spatted at the smoking demon before it completely vanished.

“Love it when they clean up after themselves.” Prue muttered glancing at her sister, checking on them.

Phoebe turned on her heel seeing the hunter and werewolves still holding the pale teenager. She quickly ran up and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him as tightly as she could. Happy that he was safe and in her arms.

🔮

Phoebe looked back towards the doorway, Prue pushed the tray closer to her. “Go, before we find some love spell or something.” The oldest ushered her.

She smiled, feeling her cheeks flush, reaching over and grabbing the small tray. Housing two glasses of water, a sandwich cut in half, a brownie with powdered sugar on top, and a small bowl of purple grapes. Always being their go-to when either one of them were sick or down in the dumps. Or the most recent one being dealing with the after effects of a demon.

Walking into the lying room towards Stiles who was sitting up right on the couch with one of the blankets. His favorite they had, the one Phoebe would always give him. “Chef Pip gives her best.”

“Tell her I said thank you. But thank you for saving my life.” He said taking the tray as she smiled at going to turn away but he stopped her. “Halfes?” She smiled back at him. “We haven’t done that since middle school.” She laughed sitting down next to him and taking the half he held out.

Silence filled the space between the two, both wanting to say something but not wanting to say anything. But Stiles decided to bite the bullet. Realizing that he had regrets about this, mega sized regrets. “I love you.”

She coughed a little try not to choke on the bite she just ate. Looking at him with wide eyes as a wave of a mix of happiness and confusion filled her body. “Mhm?” She hummed wanting to make sure she heard him right. Wanting to hear those words she had been waiting for again.

“I love you Phoebe Halliwell.”

Her mind started to race not knowing what to say. It wasn’t that she was speechless but that her head was full with thoughts. She just wanted to pick the right words. But her silence only made him fear the worst, so he started to ramble, “For a very long time, I swear time goes slower when I’m around you. And after today all I think of is you finding someone else and not be mine? I mean would you even still be mine? I need your love, I need your touch, I need everything about you. Because you make me a better person, I would have been a nervous wreck today. But I knew you were coming. I knew you were going to save me–”

She put her hands on either side of his face, and made his lips crash into hers, cutting him off. Bolts of electricity ran through her body, like all her feelings she had kept in were shooting out. It was a sweet passionate kiss, the kind that left you breathless and giddy like a kid. Pulling apart from one another and breaking out into huge smiles. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to hear that.” expressed, pressing her lips together.

From the doorway, both sisters watched in awe, smiling at the two. Not only happy that their sister was happy but that the cat and mouse game that was Stiles and Phoebes’ crushes was finally over.

But Piper was a bit too excited as Stiles was frozen. Phoebes held tilted before quickly realizing what was happening. Only good witches don’t freeze. Her thoughts were proven correct after turning her head and seeing the guilty faces of Prue and Piper. “Pip!” She scolded

“Sorry!” She apologized, jolting her hands forward just as Stiles unfroze Prue dragged her away. Phoebe laughed nervously trying to play off what just happened.

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Saved by a Soulmate - Derek Hale

a/n: again, this one doesn’t follow canon at times. back down to no ideas lol

*gif is by @churkey :)

•••

Something you and Derek bonded over in high school was the fact that you were both born a werewolf. Derek felt alone in the world, the only people he knew being his family, so when you flashed your eyes at him after sensing his distressed chemosignals one day after a particularly grueling basketball practice, he felt better.

During your freshman years, one day, you were leaving the orchestra room and saw him leaning up against the lockers, his head between his knees. You slowly walk over to him and ask if he’s okay, but he lashes out, flashing his eyes at you accidentally. To show that he’s not alone, you do the same, making him instantly shift back and stare at you.

Since that moment, you have been very good friends, and you’ve been by his side through everything. When his girlfriend Paige died, when he was being manipulated and assaulted by Kate, and when his family was killed. You comforted him through it all, and when he told you he was moving away to New York, you were more than supportive.

“I’ll miss you,” he whispers into your neck. He was getting ready to head to the airport with Laura, but made one last stop at your home to say goodbye.

“You’ll be too busy exploring the city and starting a new life, you won’t even think about me,” you tell him. He pulls back for a moment and smiles at you.

“I know you may not think I will, but I will.” He gives you a kiss on your forehead before running back to the cab and waving goodbye to you. And that was the last time you saw him for a few years.

Now, it’s been about six years since he left, but he’s apparently back in town, according to Scott, who comes to you at the end of the school day one day.

“Hey Miss (Y/N),” Scott yells out for you. You were locking up the orchestra room for the day, ready to head home. A few years ago, you had gotten the job of student teaching with the orchestra teacher, and you loved it so far.

“Yeah, what’s up?”

“Do you know anything about Derek Hale?” As soon as the name slips from his mouth, you freeze. It’s a name you haven’t heard in so long.

“Uh, uh, wh-”

“Listen,” he motions to your room, silently asking to speak alone. You unlock it and step inside, waiting for Scott to follow you so you can close it.

“I know what you are,” he tells you. You try to control your heartbeat, but it’s no use. “I know you’re a werewolf too.”

“How do you know that?” You ask defensively.

“Because I’m one as well.” His eyes flash gold quickly and then return back to normal.

“What does Derek have to do with this?” You go back to the original topic.

“He’s been following me ever since I got bit. He won’t leave me alone, and it’s getting really annoying.”

“He’s back in town?” You wonder. Scott furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Was he gone?”

“Yeah. He left after his family was killed. He’s been in New York since. I didn’t think he would ever come back.”

“Well, he is, and I don’t know what he wants from me. He keeps following me, telling me I need to learn how to control myself and stop seeing Allison, and-”

“Scott, I can assure you that he’s probably right. Derek was so broken when his family was killed, he told me he never planned on coming back. So if he is, there is most likely a good reason. Whatever he’s telling you, I’d listen to him.” Scott huffs, not liking what he was hearing.

“Can you just talk to him and tell him to let up on me?” You chuckle and shake your head.

“Being a werewolf comes with responsibility and control. If you can’t learn to control it, you’re going to expose yourself. I’m with Derek on this one.”

“Alright, well, thanks anyways.” With that, he leaves. You stand there for a few moments, taking in the fact that Derek returned, but you have yet to see him. You wondered if he changed or if he’s still the same cheeky boy you knew.

As the weeks go by, you hear more and more about Derek from Scott and Stiles, shamelessly listening in on their conversations at times. You wanted to see him again, but you were sure he forgot about you.

For some reason, about two months later, you felt this strange feeling that something was wrong. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you felt weak, you felt a dull pain course through your body every now and then, but physically, you were fine.

“(Y/N)!” Scott yells as he approaches you getting into your car after school.

“What is it, Scott?”

“It’s Derek. He’s missing and I don’t know where he’s at. It’s been a few days.” He was frantic and worried for some reason, but you calm him down immediately.

“Hey, Derek’s a strong guy. I’m sure he’s okay. But I can help you look tonight, if you want me to?”

“Yeah, that’d be great. It’s really unlike him to disappear for so long, and I need to talk to him about something.”

“You think him being gone for three days is long, try six years,” you chuckle, getting into your car to go home first.

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” you groan, stepping out of your car and meeting Scott where he stood at the entrance of the wods.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“I don’t know, but I’ve been feeling pain all over out of nowhere. I didn’t pull anything, I didn’t knock into anything, so it’s annoying to say the least.”

“I don’t think this will take long. I have a good feeling that we’ll find him.”

So, you two set off in the woods, being fully aware of your surroundings. After an hour of searching, you two found nothing. Scott comes to a large clearing that looks over the city, and suddenly gets an idea.

“Keep a lookout,” he whispers. Right before your eyes, he transforms into a wolf and climbs onto the rocks. He lets out a loud growl and waits a few minutes. When he gets nothing in response, he turns back and walks back to you, disappointed.

“I don’t understand, he-” He pauses as he hears the growl in return, his hearing and senses picking up a location.

“Let’s go,” he pulls you back the way you came and continues in the opposite direction. Even in the dark, you knew where he was taking you.

“Why are we going to his house?” You frantically ask him, feeling slightly better in terms of pain.

“I know where he’s-wait, how do you know this is the direction of his house?” He stops for a moment.

“Because I’ve been here. We knew each other before everything went to shit and he invited me over all the time.” Scott stares at you in disbelief.

“You knew him that well?”

“Yeah. We were best friends in high school. We bonded over being born werewolves. Being with each other, we felt less alone.”

“That’s crazy. Was he always so broody and sour?” You chuckle and continue walking.

“He was very cheeky. Flirting with me and other girls, getting in trouble often. Though I wouldn’t say anything too harsh about his mood. When you return to a city that holds so much heartbreak and tragedy, I would be sour too.” You finally come up to his house and Scott scans the area for Derek’s heartbeat.

After ten minutes, he locates it and instructs you to follow him down to beneath the house. That’s where Scott finds him, chained up. You don’t step into the room yet, scared to see him again.

“Scott, help me get out of here! Kate’s going to be back any minute!” Hearing the name Kate made your blood boil. Derek finally notices you after you come into view, stepping into the torture room. He freezes and stares you down.

“Oh my god,” he breathes out, a sudden rush of emotions hitting him. You hold back running to him and hugging him, mainly because he was still chained up, and you didn’t know if he still felt the same way about you.

“Release him, Scott. We need to get out of here.”

“No,” Scott says. You glare at him in confusion.

“Scott!” Derek yells. “Get me out of here now!”

“Not until you promise to help me with Peter and tell him to not hurt Allison!” You couldn’t believe after all this, Scott was giving Derek an ultimatum to let him go. So, you took matters into your own hands.

You run over and rip apart the second cuff off his hand. He falls against you and locks you in his grip. You are pressed tight against his body, his familiar heartbeat filling your ears.

“I missed you so much,” you mumble against his chest. He laughs quietly and you could feel his body trembling, almost like he was crying.

“Thank you,” he says through a suppressed breath.

Derek grabs his clothes, phone, and wallet then follows you two to escape. When you’ve gotten far enough from his house, Allison comes up to the three of you, but Scott runs to her before she can tell that Derek’s with you.

You and Derek continue running until you get to your car, where you hop in quickly and speed off before anyone notices. The drive back to your place is silent. Derek’s heartbeat is steady the entire time, and you could tell he was trying to wrap his head around everything that happened.

Once you both take showers and Derek has some of your brother’s old clothes, he settles in the guest bedroom.

“Here’s some water,” you say, stepping inside the room quietly. You hand him the glass and he downs it right away.

“Thank you.” His voice was strained, you could sense the hurt in it; you wanted nothing more than to hold him in your arms.

“As soon as I heard it was Kate holding you hostage, I knew we needed to leave. I can’t believe she came back as well.”

“Yeah well, she lured my sister back and killed her, so why not repeat history and assault me more.” You take a seat next to him and rub his arm comfortingly.

“I’m really sorry this happened,” you whisper, trailing your fingers down to his hand. “You don’t deserve it.”

“It happens.”

“It shouldn’t.” The room falls silent and before you know it, Derek lets out a strangled sob.

“Oh Der,” you coo, crawling under the covers to bring him into your arms.

“Shhh, you’re safe now. Scott texted me and said that Kate was killed. You’re okay.” He sobs out more, breaking your heart. Again, you felt the same pain you’ve been feeling, though this time it was different. You felt Derek’s emotion, his heartbreak; you felt like crying with him, but you remained strong.

“I seriously can’t thank you enough for saving me,” he whispers once he’s calmed down enough. You wipe his tears away with your thumbs and cradle his face in your hands.

“I’d do anything for you, Derek. And saving you from Kate was my main priority. She’s a fucking monster.” He chuckles and nods, nestling his face into your touch.

“I’m glad she’s dead.”

“Me too.”

You two stare at each other for a moment before you sit up and clear your throat.

“Can I ask you a question?” You begin. He follows you and sits up against the headboard, his hand grabbing onto yours.

“Of course.” You collect your thoughts before continuing.

“What did your mom tell you about mates?” Derek smiles and stares down at your hands.

“She said your mate will always feel what the other feels. So if one gets stabbed in the leg, you’ll feel it. Not as excruciatingly, but it’ll be a dull pain.” Your heart rate picks up and you smile softly.

“Follow up question, or rather statement. I think you’re my mate,” you confess. Derek’s eyebrows raise as he gazes over at you.

“Huh?”

“Since you went missing, when Scott claimed you did, I’ve felt this ache in my body. Then we find you, hooked up to an electrical circuit of some sort. I’ve been feeling your pain every time you got shocked. And just now, when you broke down, I could feel the sadness and loss in your heart, and I felt like sobbing out as well.”

Derek is stunned, to say the least. He never thought his own mate would be right before him since he was fourteen. But now, there was nothing standing in your way, no girlfriends, no manipulative pieces of shit trying to get dirt on your family, just you and him.

“I mean, I can’t say I’m shocked because my mother always told me you were perfect for me. I guess she knew deep down that we were mates,” he smiles softly and pulls you back into his arms for a nice cuddle. You chuckle and curl into his chest.

“She was always right about everything. Not surprising she was right about us.”

“I’m glad. You’ve seen me through so much shit, I’ve been away for six years, and you’re still by my side.” You look up at him with a small grin on your lips.

“I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else. I love you.” You lean over and press your lips to his for the first time. He initiates another few kisses before stopping and resting his forehead on yours, his breath hitting your lips.

“I love you too,” he whispers.

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You’ll Always Be My Hero - Chapter 70 ; Status Asthmaticus

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Emma Thomas (OC) Word Count: 2,633 Warnings: angst, squint for fluff, A/N: Hi, friends! Chapter 70 is here! We’re already halfway through with Season 5 as a whole and I can’t believe it. She’s a little on the shorter side. If you like this chapter, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

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As Stiles was driving down the road, he kept eyeing the wrench that was in my lap. I only knew this because I was watching him. He moved his eyes back to the road as I heard the Jeep making breaking down noises... and then I saw the smoke... then saw it start to fill the cabin causing coughs to come pouring out of us.

Stiles quickly pulled over, both of us jumping out. I closed my door softly as I heard Stiles slam his. I sat on the curb as he went around the back, opening the window and grabbing his tools.

I let out a couple of more coughs before I decided to try and speak up as he came around front and threw his tools on the ground. “Do you need--”

“I got it,” he said. He knew when to control his voice when talking to me after getting into disagreements with people. He always has. If it wasn't my fault, his voice was calm and gentle with me.

He lifted the hood, resting it against the windshield. He grabbed the tools and placed them on the front bumper, opening the box up. He stopped once he realized that one of the wrenches was missing. The one that was in the Jeep. Getting a little angry, he grabbed the box, still opened, and tossed it down the road. Turning back around, he put the hood back down and opened the passenger door, grabbing the wrench that I had placed on the seat when I got out. He stepped back on the street, totally prepared to throw it with the rest of the wrenches before he turned back around and looked at the Jeep.

“Em, move,” he said. 

I didn't question it as I stood up and moved across the street. Putting my hands over my mouth and feeling my eyes go wide, I watched as Stiles launched the wrench at the Jeep, hearing and seeing it connect with the windshield. 

He moved and sat down against the front left tire, staring down at the ground for a few seconds before moving his eyes up to mine, which were filled with tears... again. He moved his hands in a come here manner, to which I did. 

I walked over and stood in front of him, seeing him raise his hand up. I grabbed it and he turned my hand, telling me to turn and sit against him. So that's what I did. Sitting down in between his legs, I pressed my back against his chest, not caring that we were both damp from the downpour just a little bit ago. I put my head on his shoulder, feeling him immediately rest his against mine. We both sighed.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered.

“It's okay. None of this is your fault,” I said.

He wrapped his arms around me as I turned my head to face him more. He pressed his lips against my forehead.

We sat there in silence for a few moments before I sighed again. “Want me to call my mom? See if she can't come and take us home?”

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Yeah.”

So I did just that. 

~~~

After I had called my mom, she came and got us. She was smart in not asking questions at the moment. She took us back to Stiles' house, where I showered and changed into some pajamas. Stiles did the same. Once dressed, I took our clothes and put them in the dryer. 

I wasn't sure about Stiles, but I barely slept that night. I kept thinking about Corey, and the 'break up' between Scott and Stiles. Kept waking up every couple of hours, but once the sun hit my eyes, I was up.

Stiles dressed back in the same clothes he was in the day before, and I put the same pants back on with a different shirt and shoes.

He had called a tow-truck while I was getting dressed, to which the tow-truck guy told us to meet him where we left the Jeep all night. Taking my Jeep felt awkward and wrong, but we didn't have any other choice.

To be quite honest, seeing Roscoe on a tow-truck being hauled away was like we were losing something. I remembered what Cora told us when she was here during the sacrifices when Jennifer Blake was here. “Losing a member of your pack isn't like losing family. It's like losing a limb.” And damn, was she right about that. This Jeep was a part of our pack, a big part. 

We looked at each other before climbing back into my Jeep. Silence was deafening, yes. So, I decided to ask a stupid question since I wasn't standing anywhere near Stiles when he was talking to the tow-truck guy.

I sighed before speaking. “Can they fix it?”

“There's not enough duct tape in the world to fix that thing,” he said.

Smirking a little bit, I tried to be playful. “Maybe we should try something other than duct tape.” I sneaked a glance at him, a smirk still on my face. He wasn't having it.

“It's got a bad alternator. Ya'know, it needs all new belts, transmissions's going... brake pads are basically metal on metal. Come on, babe, you know this.”

I lifted one hand off the steering wheel. “Parameter breached. Duly noted.” It was quiet for a second before I whispered,  “How come we let it get so bad?”

“There's been a few distractions, if you haven't noticed.”

I took a deep, quiet breath, tears coming back to my eyes. I quickly blinked them away enough that I could see the road. “Am I one of them?”

“Yes, but in a good way,” he said. I spared a glance at him, seeing that he was already looking at me. I turned my eyes back to the road because road safety. Always keep your eyes on the road, kids!

“Emma, I'll always want you to be my distraction, good or bad. You're the reason I'm still sane after all of this.”

I blinked a tear from my eye and cleared my throat. “Same here.” I smiled a little. “Am I going back home?”

“No. Sheriff's Station,” he said, reaching over and grabbing my hand from the steering wheel. 

I watched as he leaned over the console to put my promise ring over my shirt instead of under it. 

“Wear it over. Looks better that way,” he said.

I chuckled. “Did you seriously just quote Hercules to me?”

“I don't know, maybe,” he said, lacing our fingers and resting them on my thigh. “We gotta talk to our dads.”

“Duly noted.”

~~~

I pulled in at the front of the station, sitting there for a second. “You want me to go in with you? I can always talk to my dad over dinner.”

“Look at me,” he whispered, so I did. “Always go in with me.”

“Even when you're running this place?” I asked.

“That's never gonna happen, but sure,” he chuckled.

I nodded. “Okay.”

Giving me a quick kiss, Stiles opened his door and got out as I did the same.

I met him at the front of my Jeep. “Hey,” I said. He looked at me. “Are you gonna tell him about Donovan?” He took a couple of steps closer to me. He reached up and rubbed his shoulder. “I never said anything to my dad because it didn't matter to me. We both know the full story, the real story.”

“Yeah, but it matters to me,” he said, voice low.

“Hey, I'm not saying either of us are in the wrong here. You pulled the pin not knowing what was gonna happen, and I never told my dad because you didn't tell me I could. I wasn't about to overstep an invisible boundary. We're both right in our own way.”

He looked at me like I had just given him the answer to life and connected our lips in a long, sweet kiss.

When we pulled apart, I smiled a little. “Come on. Let's get inside.”

We walked inside and stopped at the front desk, asking to see our dads.

“Sheriff and Deputy Thomas left half an hour ago,” the officer said. “Sheriff said they're both on their way back.”

“Okay, thanks. We'll just wait in his office,” Stiles said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his father's office. We weren't sitting in the chairs for five minutes when I took a deep breath in and heard a crap ton of voices, a man groaning and a beast growling. 

“Babe? What's wrong?” Stiles asked.

I closed my eyes tight and shook my head. “Banshee senses.”

“What is it?”

I swallowed hard and looked at a spot on the front of Sheriff's desk. “Something's coming. Someone's going to die... at the library.”

The alarms going off in the station caused me to come out of my Banshee trance, both Stiles and I going to the door.

He opened it and I heard someone ask, “Somebody pull the fire alarm?”

“Babe, go back in Dad's office,” Stiles said.

“Alright, I'm pulling a Rose from Titanic; not without you,” I said.

I pulled him back into the office for approximately two minutes before my eyes went Green.

“What?” he asked.

“Parrish.”

As he saw Parrish coming walking through the station, officers pulled their guns out, causing Stiles to open the door back up and went out of the office, shouting, “Wait, wait, wait! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!”

I came out of the office, not caring that my eyes were still Green. “Get back! Stay out of his way.”

Stiles and I followed him out of the station, not knowing where he was headed.

~~~

Turns out, Parrish was headed to see the dead body of another Chimera. We followed him in my Jeep... very, very slowly. When we got to our destination, Stiles told me to wait in the Jeep, so I did. After the last couple of days we'd had, I didn't want to trigger either one of us by not listening.

Yeah, that lasted about five minutes before I saw Theo show up in his truck. So, I did what any person would do; drove up closer and got out of my vehicle.

Aaand the reason why Theo is here is because Stiles apparently called him. 

“Back in the Jeep, babe,” Stiles said as Theo got out of his truck.

“Sorry, I got here as fast as I could,” Theo said.

“We gotta go. Now. Parrish has got the bodies,” Stiles said. I could tell his words were rushed even from here. “Get in the Jeep.”

“Okay, wait up... Stiles, wait,” Theo said. 

“Parrish is out and he's got the bodies. We've gotta find Scott. And we've gotta tell him.” He opened the passenger door, but before he could get in Theo's voice stopped him.

“Stiles!” Theo yelled.

Stiles and I looked at each other before he put his hand out, telling me to stay put and closed the door. I rolled my window down, ready to hear this conversation.

“I don't think Scott wants to talk to you right now,” Theo said.

“Yeah, thanks, I'm aware of that,” Stiles said. “It doesn't matter. He needs to know about this.”

“Stiles… Scott doesn't want to talk to you. Or Emma.”

Stiles took a couple of steps towards Theo, who was now standing directly in front of my Jeep. 

“But I think your dad does,” Theo said, holding up Stiles' Senior ID card. “Your dad was looking for you, Stiles. He found me instead. Same with Emma's dad.” 

Stiles was now following Theo around the gravel in front of me. My eyes went wide at the mention of my dad.

“Where are they?” Stiles asked.

“I covered for you,” Theo said. “This was taken care of.” He was gesturing with Stiles' card. “If Melissa didn't find it at the hospital... I guess even the son of a cop can make mistakes.”

“Did you hurt him? Both of them?” Stiles asked.

Theo stopped right in front of my Jeep again, facing Stiles. “I never lied about why I came to Beacon Hills. I'm here for a pack.” He started circling around Stiles as he spoke. “I came for the were-coyote, the one whose first instinct is to kill. I came for the Banshees, the girls surrounded by death; one whose powers are more stronger because of her family's history, the were-banshee. I came for the dark Kitsune, the Beta with anger issues, I came for Void Stiles. That's the pack I want. Unfortunately, it doesn't include Scott.”

I could see Stiles' anger beginning to take over from here, so I just stayed still and listened.

“Your heartbeat's rising, Stiles,” Theo said. “It's not because you're afraid. Nogitsune is gone, but you've still got more blood on your hands than any of us.”

My mouth dropped open at the mention of what that monster made him do while possessing him. We never spoke of that since the cylinder was buried with the firefly inside.

“I'm about to get more,” Stiles said.

Theo moved to come over by my opened window. “I'll tell you where both your dads are,” he said, handing me Stiles' card before walking back to stand in front of Stiles. “If you promise not to help Scott.”

Stiles landed a punch right on the left side of Theo's jaw... to which that psychopath laughed at.

“There he is!” Theo said. “That's Void Stiles. It felt good, didn't it?”

Stiles landed another punch on Theo's face, causing him to fall to the gravel. Obviously, I silently cheered... even though I'm not the biggest fan of violence.

Theo sat up, spitting out blood. “We won’t tell Scott. 'Cause you can't lose your best friend, right? Even though all three of us know, you never needed him.”

Stiles launched himself at Theo, grabbing his jacket. 

“You two hate me now, but you'll get it eventually. This is the hard part. 'Cause you can't help Scott and save both of your dad's lives. You've still got time, Stiles. You've still got time.”

I gasped and sat up straighter, causing their eyes to look in my direction. 

“Hayden,” I whispered.

Theo ended up telling Stiles where our dads were and had me scoot into the passenger seat, just in case someone else died.

I sniffled and wiped my cheek, clearing them of any tears. The only thought running through my mind was my dad. I had texted my mom and told her that we were going to find Dad and Sheriff and that once we got them to the hospital, I'd call her and let her know what was going on.

Around ten minutes went by before we got to where Dad and Sheriff were. We got out and ran to their sides, dropping to our knees. They both were pretty bloody, but I didn't care as I grabbed my dad's cheeks. As soon as I did that, I looked up as my eyes went Green. I looked back at Stiles, his eyes already on mine. 

“Cover your ears,” I mouthed. 

He moved and covered Sheriff's ears, turning his face away from me as I took a deep breath while covering my dad's. I let out the most loudest scream I've ever done since Allison's.

“SCOTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

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As I was crying on my dad's chest, I picked my head up at the sound of a roar. Scott's roar. I've had an experience like this where I respond to and hear Scott's roar. It showed me that we're still connected. Best friends even. Another gasp out of me, feeling... Corey? What the hell was happening? 

And why was I reacting to people dying and coming back to life?

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Posted on February 19, 2022

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S3 13 | Galvanize

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE | MIATCHEMBER  | KO-FI

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 2405

Warnings: Mentions of  injuries, blood, death, swearing (always), etc.

A/N: These kind of chapters are boring but necessary for the story. It would be nice if at least, the people who asked to be tagged did vote. It takes time to write, to add things or to think of future scenes.

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"You're back in school?" Those were the first words that came out of Scott's mouth as the twins parked their motorbikes next to my brother's one. Of course, Scott's bike didn't look as expensive as the other two.

"No, just to talk."

"Oh." Stiles and I walked closer to where my brother was standing. "That's kind of a change of pace for you guys. Usually, you're just hurting, maiming, and killing." His hands were gripping the straps of his backpack.

Aiden rolled his eyes. "You need a pack. We need an Alpha."

"Yeah. Absolutely not." Stiles intervened again, nodding his head, and patting Ethan's chest, who hit his hand off him. "That's hilarious, though."

"You came to us for help. We helped."

It was my turn to roll my eyes. "You beat his face into a bloody pulp." I furrowed my eyebrows. "That's not helping. In my opinion, that's actually counter-productive." Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I glanced to my side. Stiles was beaming at me, a goofy smile on his face.

"Why would I say yes?" My brother asked.

"We'd add strength. We'd make you more powerful." Both of the twins nodded their head at the same time. "There's no reason to say no."

Stiles dramatically rolled his eyes.

"I can think of one." Isaac appeared from nowhere, and I quickly sent him a look, asking if he was feeling better. At the forest, he didn't have as much luck as I did. A trap closed around his leg. "Like the two of you holding Derek's claws while Kali impaled Boyd. In fact, I don't know why we're not impaling them right now." Stiles agreed with him, nodding his head.

Aiden didn't hesitate to show his fangs and flash his eyes. "You want to try?"

Scott swiftly grabbed the curly-haired boy's arm, holding him back from getting closer to one of the twins. "Sorry, but they don't trust you. And neither do I." We ignored Aiden and Ethan, walking into school.

As soon as we opened the door, a roll of toilet paper hit Stiles right on the face. "All right, that's my face!" His hands immediately patted the other boy's back. "Hey, dude, good decision, buddy. Good Alpha decision."

"I hope so." He sighed.

"No, you know so." We walked to our lockers. The Hazel-eyed boy fastly grabbed his things while I did the same.

I noticed that my brother was dumbfoundedly looking somewhere. "What are you looking at?" I asked him, closing my locker while Stiles took his backpack off to fill it with some books.

"Me?"

"You," I replied.

"You looking at her?" Stiles followed his gaze for a couple of seconds.

"Her? Who her?" Oh, come on, Scott. It was so obvious.

"Her her. Kira." Stiles answered back. "You like her?"

"No." He spoke up too fast. I smirked while staring deep into his eyes. "Hey Y/N, don't do that. Don't d-. Okay yeah, she's okay. She's new."

"So, ask her out." The Stilinski boy finally shut his locker.

"Now?"

"Yes, now." I intervened. "She is leaving."

"Right now?" He asked again while Kira seemed to walk away.

"Right now." He patted my brother's back. "Scott, I don't think you get it yet. You're an Alpha. You're the apex predator." I rolled my eyes as Stiles gave him advice related to girls. "Everyone wants you. You're like the hot girl that every guy wants." I chuckled.

"The hot girl?"

"You are the hottest girl." Stiles smiled as if he was sure of what he was stating.

Isaac, who had come back, glanced between the three of us. I just shook my head. "What?"

"I'm the hot girl." Scott's expression was earnest as he raised his eyebrows.

Isaac nodded his head. "Yes, you are."

I felt an arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to a warm body. "So you swing both ways?" To my question, Stiles seemed surprised. "I thought I was the hot girl, but I can see you think my brother is the hottest girl." I jokingly tried to look mad. "I guess you are just dating me to make my brother jealous." My tone was dramatic. "It was Scott McCall all along. He is the one you desire."

As soon as my boyfriend noticed that I was joking, he couldn't help but laugh loudly. "Don't tell Scott." His mouth came near my ear as he whispered the following words. "You are the hottest girl."

"I was hoping so." A peck was placed on the corner of my mouth. My gaze shifted as soon as I saw Mr. Stilinski on one of the corridos, which couldn't mean anything good. "Hey, Stiles," My hand rested on the middle of his chest as he continued kissing me. "Isn't that your dad?"

His gaze moved to where I was looking. He wandered towards his father, bringing me with him. "Wait a minute, wait a minute! The William Barrow? The Shrapnel Bomber? Spotted nearby?"

"A little closer than nearby, actually." A shiver ran through my body, even though I didn't know who that person was. If Stiles seemed distraught, then it couldn't be anything good.

"Dad, what's really going on here?" Stiles brought me closer to his side, muttering his words.

We had found Allison, Lydia and Isaac. Agent McCall didn't want anyone coming in or out of the school. "Barrow went after kids with glowing eyes?" We walked down the stairs as Isaac asked all the questions that could come to his mind. "He said those exact words?"

"Yeah. And no one knows how he woke up from anesthesia. Just that when they opened him up, they found a tumor full of live flies, which in any other circumstance would be all kinds of awesome." I punch his arm, which made him groan and pout.

"Did you say flies?" As soon as Lydia asked that, a fly buzzed next to my ear, and I quickly moved my arm, trying to scare it. Allison's eyes went from Lydia to me. "All day I have been hearing this sound. It's like this buzzing."

Again, I felt like a fly was near my ear.  The Argent girl continued glancing at me, but this time, everyone was staring at me too. "Like the sound of flies?"

"Exactly like the sound of flies." Lydia nodded her head. "Y/N, there isn't any fly around you."

What?

We ran towards Scott when we finally found him. "Hey, dude, where the hell have you been?"

Lydia came closer to us. "The police are leaving. Why are they leaving?"

"The police?" My brother glanced at me, confused.

"They must have cleared the building and grounds, which means he's not here?" I tried to have a little hope.

"Who? What are you guys-."

"He has to be here. That sound The buzzing I've been hearing? It's getting louder." She glanced at me. "She has been hearing it too."

"I only heard it when you said it! I'm not hearing it now!"

"How loud?" Lydia closed her eyes as soon as Stiles asked her, trying to control her breathing. So it was loud, quite loud.

"Scott and Isaac are in the basement, right?" Lydia asked as we looked around the art room. Her voice was a mere whisper.

"Yeah, with Ethan and Aiden. The plan is they meet in the middle, in the boiler room."

"All of the wolves. All of the ones with glowing eyes are in the basement at the boiler room?"

"Not really," Stiles replied. "Y/N," He pointed at me. "She also has glowi-. Oh, my God! An engineer could use a boiler room to blow up the whole school."

"We have to get them out of there."

And we did, Stiles pulled the fire alarm. However, we were caught by Coach, who expressed his desire for punching Stiles's face. Thankfully, we got out of school, meeting the rest. But Scott and the twins weren't able to pick up a scent.

Scott had been invited by Mr. Yukimura to have dinner with him and his family, and let me tell you he was quite excited. Melissa was working all night, and she didn't want me to be alone at home. Therefore, Mr. Stilinski was happy enough to let me stay with them.

I laid on Stiles's bed as he was adding things to his board. "Scott has never eaten sushi before. He is going to make a mess."

I chuckle. "Maybe they won't eat sushi."

He turned around to glance at me. "They are Japanese."

"Stiles," I groaned. "That's stupid. Japanese people don't eat Japanese food all the time! They can eat other foods too!" He shrugged. "What do the different coloured strings mean?" I asked while I glanced to the strings that were on top of his bed.

"Oh, just different stages of the investigation. So green is solved, yellow is to be determined, blue's just pretty." I couldn't help but chuckle. "They are the colour of your siren's eyes."

I got up from the bed, walking closer to him until I was engulfed by his arms. "My siren side is melting."

He snickered. "What about your other side?" He hummed, his lips trapping my bottom lip. "Does she like it too?"

"Hhmm," I pecked his lips, my tongue peeking out to lick his bottom one. "She is a little more complex." His tongue parted my lips, going inside my mouth as his hands rested on my cheeks. Our breaths mangled while our tongues continued grinding against each other.

"I believe she clearly likes it." He stopped kissing me as he seemed to notice something. "We are going to school." I stared at him, puzzled. "We are going to school. Now."

And that's what we did.

"This is just like the first time." I referred to Stiles, Lydia and I being inside the school at night. "So what are we looking for?" I squeezed one of Stiles's hoodies around my body, hating the cold temperature. He ignored me, opening a door that had a warning sign. "That was supposed to be locked." I glanced at the sign 'Caution. Chemical Storage.'

"Yeah. I know." He took his phone out, turning on the lantern. "Notice anything else?"

I entered the room. "Crystal bottles."

"The smell of chemicals. They wouldn't have been able to catch his scent." Lydia added, offering me one of her gloves as my hands were freezing. I offered her a smile, grabbing the soft item.

My boyfriend nodded his head, glancing at the floor. There was some shattered glass, and what looked like blood. "He was here, performing very minor surgery on himself. Lydia was right."

"I don't feel good about this, Stiles." I peered around.

"Probably because he was here to kill somebody."

"But who?"

"That's what we gotta figure out. We could spread out, start looking for anything." We looked around the room, in hopes of finding something else that would tell us where that crazy dude could be. "Lydia, what are those?"

As I heard Stiles, I glanced up, seeing Lydia walking towards something written on the blackboard. "Atomic numbers." I answered before the strawberry blonde girl could.

"Is it a formula?" The boy walked closer to me.

"Not really. 19's potassium. The first two make potassium iodide." She grabbed chalk, writing a K next to the number 19.

"Potassium is K?" Both Stiles and I asked at the same time.

"From kalium, the scientific neo-Latin name." Next to another number, she wrote the letter I.

"What's radium?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest and getting closer to the blackboard. "Is it R-A?" As soon as the words came out of my mouth, Lydia nodded her head. Kira, he wanted to kill Kira. "We need to call Scott."

Stiles was already calling my brother while pacing around the room. "Nothing, he isn't answering his phone." He glanced at me, biting the inside of his cheek. "W-What do we do?"

"We are going to Kira's house." I quickly walked to the door but stopped when Lydia and Stiles weren't following me out. "I know where she lives, okay? I made my research too." Stiles furrowed his eyebrows. "I wasn't going to let my brother go to a stranger's house! Have you watched any criminal documentary?" I rolled my eyes. "Let's go!"

When arriving at Kira's house, we found my brother lying on the ground. He had blood running down his forehead. "Barrow, he took Kira!" I nodded my head, more worried about his condition. He seemed to notice, squeezing my right hand and offering me a smile.

"We know. He was after her the whole time."

"We have to think of something. He's going to kill her."

"I knew he was there." Lydia seemed to be distracted. "How did I know that?"

"Because you heard the flies, right?" I asked.

My brother's gaze shifted to her. "What do you hear now?"

"Nothing. I feel like I can do this. But I don't know what to do. It's like it's on the tip of my tongue, and I don't know how to trigger it. I just I swear to God, it literally makes me want to scream."

"Okay, then scream." Stiles stepped closer to her. "Lydia, scream."

And she did. We all covered our ears, faces scrunched. "It's not flies. It's electricity."

"Wait a second, Barrow was an electrical engineer. He worked at a power substation."

"What substation?"

Scott and Stiles got out of the jeep. "Okay. Wait here, all right?" The Stilinski boy glanced at Lydia and me. I was going to protest, but he didn't let me do so. "Just wait for the cops to come."

"Why?" Lydia asked.

"I only got one bat."

Both boys disappeared inside the building. And as soon as I saw them disappearing, I quickly moved in the car, trying to grab my backpack. "What are you doing?" I only offered her a smirk. "Stiles will kill me if he knows that I let you go inside!" She grabbed my wrist. "You aren't going!"

"Lydia?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry." I moved the seats of the back, getting inside the truck of the jeep as I knew Stiles had closed the car. Once I was inside, I used all my strength to kick it, opening it. Then, I also went into the building.

But it seemed like they didn't need me because Kira was something supernatural.

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You’re My Problem

Summary: What happens when you take unrequited love, throw in some jealousy, and add a dash of impulsivity? You get a recipe for disaster.

Word Count: 2.8k+

A/N: this was requested by @i-write-things-sometimes-x​ a forever ago. thank you for being so patient and i’m so sorry it took so long for me to write this!! 💕

Stiles’ Stilinski was a dumbass. He was impulsive, he was reckless, and he couldn’t focus on anything that wasn’t Lydia Martin for longer than five minutes. But he was also the one who brought you soup when you were sick, the one who remembered your birthday, and the one you’d been in love with since before you could remember. 

He’d been oblivious to all your attempts of getting him to see you as something other than a friend pretty much for as long as you’d known him. Erica thought it was hilarious, and she never let you live down the mouth-to-mouth debacle after he’d almost drowned with the kanima venom. She’d been nicer about it, though, since Lydia and Stiles had their own moment of panic-induced lip-locking. 

But it wasn’t just Erica that changed - everything was different after their kiss. As dramatic as your reaction seemed when you looked back on it, something inside you snapped that day, and all of your pent-up rage from being powerless in a town of supernaturals bubbled to the surface. You convinced Derek to turn you, and things between you, Stiles, and Scott had never been the same. 

“And here I thought you came to lacrosse practice for me.” Isaac set down his gear with a grin and grabbed your water bottle. The light caught on his eyelashes as he drank, painting delicate ribbons down his cheeks as long as his chin was tilted up to the sky.

Erica didn’t care about how pretty Isaac could be, because she didn’t find him nearly as pretty as the lacrosse players packing up on the field. She rolled her eyes and pushed Isaac to the side, not bothering to adjust her strength in the process. “Move over, lover boy. You’re blocking my view.” 

Armed with an evil grin and the knowledge that Erica couldn’t do anything to him in front of all these people, Isaac moved directly in front of her and tilted his head. “Didn’t Derek tell you to be nicer to people?” 

“Derek also told me not to smother you in your sleep, so-” Erica reached forward, hand extended almost as gently as to move one of his curls out of his face, and shoved him to the ground “-you better watch out.” She drummed her fingers on the bleachers with an evil smile of her own before jumping up to follow one of the lacrosse boys off the field. 

Laughing off Erica’s dramatics and shaking your head, you got up and held a hand out to help Isaac to his feet. “Come on.” You waved your fingers when he didn’t reach out. “You stink and the sooner you shower, the sooner I get lunch.” 

“Yeah?” Isaac reached up for your hand and leaned on his other elbow for support. “That kinda sucks for you.” 

It was your own fault for not noticing the glint of mischief in his eye before he wrapped his hand around yours and pulled you to the ground next to him. Soon enough, the two of you were rolling around the field (you trying to get up and him ruining every attempt) and laughing just like you always did. Your hands were barely intertwined, but it was still enough to feel his pulse racing. 

“Are you two done? Because Coach is gonna turn on the sprinklers in like five minutes.” 

Your heartbeat shot up at the sound of Stiles’ voice. Clumsily, you untangled yourself from Isaac and sat up. It didn’t matter whether you were human or superhuman, facing a cute boy or the monster of the week, nothing made you more nervous than Stiles Stilinski. “Yeah, we were just- uh, just leaving to grab some lunch. You wanna come with?” 

“Thanks, but I kinda lost my appetite.” Stiles waited an awkward moment and then shrugged, rolled his lacrosse stick over in his hand, and started walking away. The faded number 24 bobbed up and down as he walked away from you, like a boat treading very uncertain waters.

You let out a deep breath and hid your head in your hands. It didn’t matter what you did, conversations with Stiles always ended awkwardly or with one of you leaving. At least this way, you couldn’t see the embarrassing aftermath.

“Oh, come on-” Isaac knocked your knee with his, letting out a laugh. You could practically hear him rolling his eyes before you turned to face him. “It wasn’t that bad.” 

“He hates me.” 

“He doesn’t hate you.” 

“Ever since I turned, it’s like he can’t even bear to look at me.” 

“And you are so hard to look at,” Isaac said with a grin. He rolled his eyes again and let out a low laugh. If he was going to say anything else about your massively mortifying crush on Stiles Stilinski, he didn’t get the chance. The sprinklers switched on.

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You were a real pain in the ass. You were annoyingly right about everything, you always had to get your own way, and you could barely focus on anything that wasn’t Isaac Lahey for longer than five minutes. But you were also the one that watched Star Wars with him when he couldn’t sleep, the one that saved him a seat in English, and the one Stiles had been in love with since before he could remember. 

Even after the world went to hell in a handbasket, Stiles thought he might have had a shot with you. All he had to do was find the right time to talk to you - and it seemed like the perfect time after you saved him from drowning - but he waited too long. Somehow something always came around to ruin his perfect moment. Eventually, you turned and traded him in for the one and only Isaac ‘Pretentious Asshole’ Lahey.

In the understatement of the century, Scott said, “Dude, you should just talk to her,” in that aggravatingly optimistic way of his. 

“Yeah? I should just talk to her, and tell her that I love her, and then maybe we’ll just walk off into the sunset like a Julia Roberts movie?” Stiles was robbed of the satisfaction of his snark by Scott’s dumbstruck face. “Oh my god, what is it now? What’s with the face?” 

Scott scrunched up his face and pulled on the straps of his backpack. He rocked on his heels defensively. “I don’t have a face.”

“You totally have a face, okay?” Stiles waved his hand in front of Scott’s face. “This right here is the face you make when it’s tater tot day.”

Scott shrugged and tried to play it cool. “It’s nothing, just-” He took a deep breath, leaned in, and said, “You just said that you love her. That’s all.” With another trademark Scott McCall shrug and smile, he started walking off to make his English class before the second bell.

“Well…” Stiles said to an empty hallway. He let out a heavy sigh and slammed his locker. “Shit.” 

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You’d spent your entire life pining over Stiles Stilinski. All those years wasted on a guy who didn’t have feelings for you, when there was a perfectly sweet distraction right next to him. Sure, maybe Isaac didn’t know your favorite movie candy and he didn’t always know the right thing to say when you were having a bad day, but he snuck you out of detention and he didn’t make you so tongue-tied that you couldn’t speak in complete sentences. 

Isaac was fun. He made you feel witty. Maybe he wasn’t perfect, but he was fun.

This night was the closest to perfect you’d had in a long time: Lydia’s epic homecoming party. There were copious amounts of alcohol and scarce supervision, you and Isaac were dancing, and the full moon wasn’t for another week. It was as perfect as you were ever going to get … and yet you couldn’t stop stealing glances at Stiles. 

Outright staring at him would have been preferable, but he had been glowering at you ever since Isaac, Erica, and Boyd showed up. If you didn’t want to see the look of annoyance that was almost permanently on his face when it came to you, then stealing glances would have to be enough. 

It was a shame, though, because there was something so magnetic about him tonight. Maybe it was the effortlessness that made him attractive. He was slightly overdue for a haircut, so he was dragging a hand through it every other minute in that nervous way of his. Even though his plaid was one of the too big ones Noah had bought for Christmas a few years ago, his t-shirt was one from the older collection that he was in the process of outgrowing. Disheveled suited him; he was almost perfect. If the annoyed look on his face would disappear, so would the ‘almost.’

Isaac ducked his head down to speak to you over the blare of the music, lip grazing your ear as he spoke. “You’re doing that thing again.” 

“What thing?” you asked, trying to brighten up when you looked up at him. You should have tried harder, but dancing with Isaac and being witty wasn’t a priority when Stiles was so mad at you. 

The corners of Isaac’s mouth curled up and he tilted his head to the side. You knew that Stiles was the thing, even if he didn’t say it while he twirled you out.

Isaac pulled you in slightly too quickly, so you collapsed into him more than anything else. The two of you were still laughing and cracking jokes about super-healing when you caught a glimpse of Stiles angrily swigging what was left of a beer and disappearing into the house. 

For a moment, all the sweaty teens and bright lights faded away. You untangled yourself from Isaac quickly and clumsily before rushing out an “I gotta go” and pushing your way through the crowd. 

It was easier to breathe when you reached the second floor without so many people around. The only problem was that all the air disappeared the moment you were alone with Stiles. It was the first time in months that you’d spent any time alone together, and the fact that he was more than a little tipsy wasn’t making things any easier. 

Still, you followed him into one of the rooms and closed the door. “Hey, Stiles, are you doing okay?”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, actually, I’m just peachy.” Stiles dropped the necklace he was fiddling with and brushed his nose with his thumb. “Perfect. Nothing to complain about, you know? At least no one’s trying to kill me this week.” 

“Sounds like maybe you should be celebrating,” you said carefully, trying not to spook him as you made your way over. “You know, instead of hanging out up here, going through Lydia’s great aunt’s jewelry.”

Stiles let out a hollow laugh and turned awkwardly to the jewelry box on the dresser. He shrugged and picked up the necklace again. “But it’s so shiny and I’m so awkward,” he whined. 

You took a few steps closer to take the necklace out of his hands before he broke the clasp. “You’re not awkward.” Stiles gave you a sideways look and you laughed. “Okay, maybe you’re a little awkward, but it’s an endearing kind of awkward.” 

Stiles stubbornly refused to give you the necklace without a fight, and the chain was caught in the crossfire. The both of you panicked and scrambled to fix it, but this wasn’t the kind of necklace that two teenagers and a pair of tweezers could fix. 

Stiles gave up struggling over the necklace and let out a heavy sigh, hand curling over one half of the broken chain and the bathroom sink. The necklace had been the only thing keeping the weight of the world off his shoulders - the only thing keeping Stiles tipsy and happy instead of almost drunk and kind of sad. “Just forget it,” he said. His voice was raw. “No amount of trying is gonna fix it.” 

“Don’t say that.” You grabbed Stiles’ half of the chain out of his hand and put it next to the other half on the counter. Willing the chains to fuse back together and decidedly not looking at Stiles, you said, “You can’t just give up like that.” 

“Why not? The necklace is broken and I broke it. I can’t fix it.” 

“You can at least try to fix it.” 

“Maybe it doesn’t wanna be fixed. Maybe it’s happier with the stupid scarf, alright?” 

“Wait, what scarf?” When he didn’t answer, you looked up from the necklace to find him staring guiltily at the floor. “Stiles, please don’t tell me there’s some ruined Hermes scarf up here because Lydia will kill me.” 

Still no answer. 

As gently as you could, you reached out to touch his shoulder. “Stiles-”

“Just forget it!” Stiles snapped, pulling away before you could touch him. He almost crashed into the door in his hurry to get away from you. “Go dance with your scarf, okay? You two deserve one another.” 

Stiles stormed into the bedroom, and you stormed after him. You caught his arm before he even made it halfway across the room. “Okay, man, what the hell is your problem?” 

“My problem?” Stiles echoed. “You wanna know what my problem is?” 

“Yes! You’ve been glaring at me all night, avoiding me for like six months, and- what? Now you’re freaking out over a broken necklace?” You took a step closer to him, pulse racing. “So, what’s your problem?” 

“Okay, you know what? You’re my problem.” Stiles was so close that you didn’t need werewolf superpowers to feel all the emotions coming off him. “We were best friends until you ditched me for Isaac Freaking Lahey, okay? We used to hang out like all the time, and now we barely spend any time together unless someone’s trying to kill us. And you’re impossible to talk to-” 

“I’m impossible to talk to?” you echoed. “Stiles, you cringe every time you see me.” 

“I do not!” he said defensively, scrunching his face slightly. “Okay, maybe I do but that’s because whenever I see you, Isaac’s following you around like a puppy dog.” 

You couldn’t help but scoff at that. The puppy comment was a cheap shot and it wasn’t like Stiles could complain when he made it perfectly clear that he didn’t have feelings for you. “So is your problem actually with me? Because so far all you’ve done is talk about Isaac.” 

“I don’t- it’s both of you, alright?” Stiles let out a shaky breath and looked away. He took a second to run a hand down the side of his face before speaking again. “My problem is that I have feelings for you and you don’t even know I exist anymore.” 

No amount of accelerated werewolf reflexes could have prepared you for that. For a second, you were too surprised to respond. “You … have feelings for me? I thought you were in love with Lydia.” 

Stiles snorted. “Please, she kissed me once and it was terrible for both of us.” He shifted his weight awkwardly, unsure what to say while you adjusted to the information. “Besides,” he said in a much slower, much quieter voice, “it’s not like she’s you.”

“Isaac hates Star Wars,” you said quietly, staring at the bullseye in the middle of Stiles’ shirt instead of meeting his eyes.

“God, I hate that guy,” Stiles mumbled. He looked around the room awkwardly before landing on the tv in the corner. “You wanna, uh, watch something with me? I really don’t want to go back down there.”

You nodded without giving it any thought, looking up at Stiles and giving him the first real smile you’d had all night. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

“Great!” Stiles gave a short laugh before slowing his breathing and looking at you so seriously that you thought your heart would stop. “Just, uh, one more thing?” he asked, voice quiet and delicate again. You started rambling, but the words fell away as soon as Stiles lifted his hands to either side of your face. The whole world slowed for a moment, coming almost to a complete stand-still when he pressed his lips against yours. “There,” Stiles said softly. “I’ve been thinking about that since freshman year.”

Despite all the anxiety racing through your system, or maybe because of it, you laughed. The sound of his heartbeat was deafening as you reached a hand up to the side of Stiles’ neck. Time slowed again as you leaned up on your toes, kissed him again, and realized that maybe this night was perfect after all. 

[kitkatwinchester]

LET'S F*CKING GOOOOOOO!!!

"If you lied and it gets people hurt, I'll be back to take away more than your pain."

LET'S F*CKING GO SCOTT!! THAT'S OUR BAD*SS TRUE ALPHA RIGHT THERE!!!! WE LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH!!!

Okay so first of all:

I officially do not blame Deucalion for anything. I honestly just feel so bad for him. He really did just want to try to come to some sort of peaceful resolution, and he 100% did NOT deserve that. And technically! His first kill of one of his Betas was sort of self-defense, so, like, even THAT wasn't originally devious. He just kind of....lost his mind, after everything.

Obviously we still need to stop him, and...kill him if we absolutely have to, but none of this is really his fault, because it's still F*CKING GERARD ARGENT'S!

BECAUSE F*CK YOU, GERARD!!

I also officially (not that I really did to begin with, tbh) don't blame Derek for anything. I mean, I've always felt bad for him, honestly. Like, obviously I was creeped out by and mad at him in the first season, but he grew on me really quickly, because he's Derek and he's really not a terrible guy. And to have to do what he did (which, by the way, the way that a werewolf's eye color does change to blue is such a cool thing (and Talia being literally the best mom—“different, but still beautiful, just like the rest of you"), is so freaking fascinating and I love it) is so unfair and super messed up and I BLAME F*CKING PETER!!

Because F*CK YOU PETER!!!

F*CK BOTH OF OUR F*CKING HORRIBLE UNRELIABLE F*CKING NARRATORS I HATE YOU BOTH!!

...okay, I don't hate Peter as much as I hate Gerard. I take that back. But I definitely don't TRUST him, and I'm glad Stiles doesn't either.

I'm also so glad that Scott doesn't trust Gerard as far as he can throw him (and he's a werewolf, so he can CHUCK that man if he wanted to), because he shouldn't, because he's a F*CKING PSYCHOPATHIC MANIPULATIVE *SSHOLE AND GOD I WISH HE WERE DEAD!!

...anyways.

I said it before, but I will say it again. I LOVE how that episode was done. The flashbacks transitioned into each other and back into the present so smoothly, but you were still easily able to tell which side of the story was being told. The parallels between the various storytelling was AWESOME. Peter and Gerard both telling their own versions of the Scorpion story in relation to their respective pasts, Peter and Gerard both being unreliable narrators and lying about the details and who was really at fault while we as the audience got to see what really happened, and Scott and Stiles listening to every word, but never fully trusting it for a second, because they're both too smart to take either of those individual's words at face value.

I am so here for it, and I absolutely LOVED watching that episode play out.

More than anything, I cannot WAIT to see how all of this new information plays into our ability to take on Deucalion and the Darach, because once our whole group comes together again, it's gonna be a wild ride.

Meanwhile, I'll attach a bad*ss Scott McCall gif because we LOVE this man and I almost want whatever plan they come up with to go wrong just so I can watch Scott go back and murder Gerard’s *ss, because he soooooo deserves it, and we all know that those eyes would stay perfectly yellow (or, in this case, red, I suppose) because Gerard is faaaar from innocent.

Anyways I loved that episode. <3

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

The Witch and The Wolf Pt.13

Word Count: 1,763

Characters: Derek Hale, Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Allison Argent, Reader, other characters mentioned

Pairings: Eventual Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, cliffhanger

A/N:.... this part is actual crap

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You stirred slightly, feeling movement from the other side of your bed as you opened your eyes, glancing at the clock. It was 3 in the morning. You turned, watching as Derek put his jacket on.

“Where are you going?” you asked softly.

“I’ll see you a little later, don’t worry about it,” he replied softly.

“Wait-”

“Bye.”

As you tried to speak, he grabbed the rest of his belongings before walking out of your apartment.

---

You laid on your side, slightly frustrated, feeling your chest aching, along with your body. Something was wrong, whether it was Derek or stress from Chris now knowing your secret. Possibly even your dad texting you, after all that time.

Derek began to ignore you, you never talked to Chris, only Allison. Any text or call you would send Derek wouldn’t go through. You were worried, feeling a pit in your stomach. You made a mistake that night and you would take it back if you could.

You sighed deeply, before pushing yourself up, grabbing some form of clothing that you could wear at school, along with a cup of coffee. You checked your phone once more, hoping to see a message from Derek. There wasn’t anything. You put your phone in your pocket, walking out of your apartment.

---

“Stiles, get up,” you put your hands on his shoulder, shaking him fiercely in an attempt to wake him up. It didn’t work.

“You’re dirty,” he laughed, sleep-talking.

You rolled your eyes, before noticing a small cup of water on the table next to you.

“Stiles, last chance to get up,” you muttered, getting no response.

“Okay then,” you poured the water on his face, as he shouted and jumped up.

“Good morning, Mr.Stilinski, how was your sleep?” you teased.

“You’re a horrible person,” he wiped his face before you handed him a napkin.

“Get up, we have to get to school,” you said.

“What? Oh, I’m not going to school. I’m staying here with Lydia,” he shrugged.

“Stiles,” you sighed.

“(Y/N), you don't understand. I love her,” he looked up at you.

“I know you do. But, Stiles, she didn't even know you existed until a few weeks ago. She’ll be here while you’re at school. And, your dad has his men just around the corner. She’ll be okay,” you put your hand on his shoulder, giving him a look.

“Fine, but I’m coming straight here after school,” he said.

“Okay, now let’s go. We’re gonna be late,” you wrapped your arm around his shoulder, heading out of the hospital.

“How come you haven’t hung out with Derek in some time?” Stiles asked, sitting in your car.

You tensed slightly, before frowning.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

“Like, these past few weeks, you’ve been hanging out with me or Scott, or Allison, and not with him. I was just curious,” he said.

“I haven't seen him since he became an alpha,” you sighed, thinking back.

“Why not?”

“I don’t know, I don’t really need to keep tabs on him at all times,” you shook your head before hearing your phone buzzing.

“Someone's texting you,” Stiles said, picking up your phone.

“It’s your dad,” you could hear the shocked tone in his voice.

“Again? Block that number,” you sighed.

“You’re texting your dad?” Stiles asked, putting your phone down.

“No, he’s texting me. Non-stop for weeks. Every time I block a number he texts me from another one,” you clenched your jaw slightly, trying not to focus on him.

“Why don’t you reply?” he asked.

“I’m not talking to him ever again. I don’t care what he has to say,” you continued looking ahead, driving.

“Why not? What happened between you and your dad anyway? You don’t talk about him,” 

“Nothing.”

“Well, clearly something did, and-”

“Shut up and drop it,” your eyes glew purple as Stiles tensed, before you mentally scolded yourself, closing your eyes for a second.

“Sorry,” you tightened your grip on the steering wheel as Stiles gave you a look.

You ignored it, keeping all your focus on the road.

---

“(Y/N),” you heard Isaac’s voice from behind you. He approached you as you opened your locker before you tensed.

“Isaac! Oh my god what happened to your eye?” you gasped, running to him.

“It doesn't even hurt, I’m fine,” he gave you a small smile.

“What happened?” you asked, putting your hand on his shoulder to pull him down, examining his eye.

“I just had an accident. Really, I’m fine,” he explained. You could feel him holding back

“It doesn't look fine,” you said worriedly.

“I have to get to class,” he sighed, walking away.

You frowned, giving him a look before sighing. Isaac always showed up with bruises, some form of harm, but anytime you brought it up, he would make up an excuse to walk away. You wanted to know what was wrong, you wanted to help him, but he didn’t want you to.

---

“I wanted to apologize, about Kate, a-and,” Allison stuttered, standing in front of you. You stood across from her in the empty classroom.

“Hey, we talked about this already. You aren’t to blame here. Kate had a way of twisting things. Are you okay?” tears came to her eyes as she shook her head.

“It’s okay,” you wrapped your arms around her.

“Everything, I mean my dad, my mom, I don’t even know where to begin. M-My dad...” she let out her feelings between her cries.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. Your dad is… well, he’s him. He’ll come around sooner or later,” you said softly.

“If he’s a good person, why did he try to kill Scott?”

You sighed, before replying.

“Hunters have a different mindset, it's really complicated to explain, but,” you took a pause, not really sure what to say.

Allison began coming to you for everything, it made you feel happy. You were like her older sister and she was like your sister.

“My dad hates you too,” she took a deep breath.

“All the hunters that know are going to hate me now. I’m not like them, I'm not human. Your dad’s just doing what he thinks is right,” you leaned on the table opposite of her.

She nodded her head softly.

“Thanks, (Y/N),” she sniffled.

“Yeah, of course,” you gave her a small smile before holding her arm, walking out of the classroom with her.

---

Your head was busy in your thoughts, while you made your way through the hall, feeling someone hit you as you jumped slightly.

“Excuse me…” you started, before you tensed.

“Derek,” you whispered.

“(Y/N),” he replied.

“Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in so long,” you started.

“It’s complicated. I gotta go,” he said.

“Derek, stop. Why are you avoiding me? Why are you running away?” you stood in front of him, trying to stop him from walking away.

“I’m not, I’m just busy,” he sighed, pushing past you

“Derek, wait-,” you called, getting ignored by him.

You felt a tear rush to your eyes before you quickly wiped it away.

Fuck

You sniffled, before making your way to your next class.

---

“Isaac, what’s going on? You’ve been acting differently all day,” you put your hand on his shoulder as he sighed.

“Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind,” he said softly.

“Like what?” you asked.

“Well… if I had the option to change myself, should I do it?” he asked.

“What do you mean change yourself?” you asked.

“Like, I don’t know, change things about myself,” he shrugged.

“Like what?” you asked again.

“I don’t know, it’s complicated,” he said softly.

“Well, I’d say no. I like you just the way you are,” you gave him a small smile.

“Thanks,” he returned your smile.

“Will you tell me how you got your black eye?” you asked him softly.

“I already told you,” he rolled his eyes.

“Isaac, I know you’re lying. You’re terrible at lying,” you leaned on the table.

“I told you. Please, just leave it, (Y/N), I have to go,” Isaac grabbed his bag, walking away.

---

You sat in the Hale house, waiting for Derek to arrive. You decided it was time to confront him.

You looked around, thinking back to memories.

You remembered when you and Cora scribbled all over the walls, smiling softly to yourself. You remembered when times were simpler when your powers weren’t failing you. When you didn’t even know you had powers. Before everything happened with the fire, with Kate, with your dad. Now the house was mostly gone, destroyed years ago. Sometimes, when you needed time away from everyone, you would come here. You always felt safe here, always felt at home. 

“(Y/N),” you heard Derek’s shocked voice as he entered the house.

“Cincinno,” you said softly, locking all exits to the house. 

Derek tried to push the door open.

“Open the door,” he turned to you.

“After you tell me why you’re avoiding me,” you said.

“I’m not avoiding you-” he started.

“Yes, you are! I haven’t seen you in so long, Derek. You don’t reply to my texts, you don’t answer my calls. You’re avoiding me,” you exclaimed.

“It’s complicated-” he said.

“It’s not! Just tell me why. That’s all I’m asking,” you said softly.

He stayed silent, trying to open the doors again. He almost got them open, as you took a breath, remembering your powers failing. You knew he could probably overpower you soon. You swallowed your nerves, gathering your strength to speak.

“Do you regret it?” you asked softly.

He avoided your gaze, keeping his back to you and tears rushed to your eyes.

“Do you regret sleeping with me? Is that why you’re avoiding me?” 

“You could’ve just told me that,” you sniffled softly.

“(Y/N)...” he started.

You exhaled, releasing your spell as the door open. Derek walked to you, while you looked away from him.

“Listen to me for a minute,” he put his hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry,” you pushed his hand off of you, before walking away.

---

You looked down at your feet, as you walked home, ignoring all the texts and calls from Stiles, Isaac, Scott, Allison, Derek, and your dad.

Just take a breath, (Y/N) you told yourself, walking to your apartment, seeing the door open.

You groaned.

“Stiles, if you’re just gonna break into my apartment, I should just leave the door open,” you sighed, walking in and closing your door.

You turned around, as you jumped, your eyes going wide.

“Dad?”

[heliads]

Troubled Waters Chapter 6: Duel of the Heirs

Strange happenings are starting to plague Beacon Hills. Scott McCall and his pack have always been able to defend their hometown no matter how dangerous the threat, but they may need the help of mysterious newcomer Y/N L/N.

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Scott finds himself holding his breath. The two naiads are locked in combat now, swords flashing as metal clashes against metal. A lunge is deflected by a parry. A thrust is thwarted by a counterattack. Even a split second’s hesitation could mean the difference between life and death.

The worst thing is that the two fighters are so evenly matched that Scott doesn’t know who is going to win. The king clearly has an advantage- his weapons and armor seem stronger, more durable. He fights with the air of one who has never lost before. Even now, Scott watches as he delivers blow after blow, forcing Y/N back and into a defensive position.

Yet, not all is lost for Y/N. She’s definitely holding her own, despite being the younger of the two naiads. For what she lacks in experience, she makes up for in speed, able to quickly maneuver away from the king’s attacks and use his own momentum against him. 

First blood comes all too quickly- a sharp slice to the face, cutting across Y/N’s cheekbone. She winces for just an instant, then returns the favor with a gash to the king’s forearm. He grabs the wound, glaring at her. The blood seeps from the wound, dissolving away into the water.

As the fight progresses, both of the naiads seem more focused than before, as if they’re having to concentrate on a whole new challenge. They move differently as well, blows carrying far more momentum than natural and fighters able to spring back with the power of several men. It takes Scott a second to figure out what changed, and then it hits him- Y/N and the king are controlling the water and using it to their advantage. Yes- when he focuses again, Scott watches as Y/N causes the king to lose his footing by moving the waters around his legs.

Enraged, the king goes on the attack once more, launching a flurry of blows that are almost too fast to see. Sensing an advantage, the king forces Y/N to her knees, and then she’s knocked to the ground, the king’s sword inches away from her throat. He stabs her once, twice, through the chest, and Scott’s heart leaps into his throat. 

The king leans over Y/N and speaks in a cruel voice that makes Scott’s blood boil. “This is what happens when you abandon tradition for the humans. You will die here, and there is nothing you can do about it. You have nothing, and you will always have nothing.”

Y/N coughs, struggling to speak. Her mouth moves silently for a second, and then she finds the strength to raise her voice. “I will never have nothing. I have my pack.” With that, she knocks the king off of her, grabbing her sword, and resuming the duel with a vigor even the king can’t match. 

No matter what attack the king attempts, Y/N is able to counter it with one of her own. None of his tricks work, and Y/N is even able to disarm him before forcing him to his knees. With a slight movement of her fingers, Y/N summons the king’s sword to her free hand and places both blades on opposite sides of the king’s neck.

“I have won this duel.” She speaks calmly and confidently. The king glowers up at her in anger before looking away, humiliated. “Get it over with.” He jerks his head towards the two blades. Y/N stares at him for a moment longer, then sheaths the weapons at her side. “No, I won’t kill you. Not today. Those were your ways, and I don’t intend to live by them.”

Y/N gestures to a few guards to take the former king away. The second the king and any other naiads present are out of view, she collapses to the ground. Panicked, Scott rushes to her side. He catches her just before he falls, but when he pulls his hands away from her, they are slick with blood. Dimly, he realizes that she had sustained severe wounds from the duel, wounds that are too deep to survive.

Scott looks back at Y/N frantically. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” Y/N shakes her head, a faint smile appearing on her lips. “I am not. He is gone, and you are safe. It was worth it in the end.” She starts coughing, blood forming on her hand when she pulls it away from her mouth. Scott feels numb from horror. There has to be something he can do- she can’t die like this-

Then it hits him, and he presses his hands to her cheeks, cradling her head in his arms. As he takes away her pain, inky blackness spreads up his veins, twisting and turning until they reach his face. Y/N tries to pull away from him, desperate not to hurt him, but Scott keeps going until the pain finally leaves him and he leans back, gasping from the effort. Y/N slowly sits up, hands reaching to her chest where there had once been massive wounds. 

She looks back at him, confused. “How did you do that? I thought you could only take the pain, not heal someone!” Scott laughs in disbelief. “So did I.” Y/N leans forward, wrapping her arms around him. “Thank you.”

After that, they’re lost in a blur of activities. Seeing as the former king of the naiads lost the duel, the throne and the rule over the naiads technically belongs to Y/N. However, she turns over the kingship to another naiad, one she trusts to rule justly. Soon enough, the pack is finally making their way out of the waters and back to blessed dry land.

The rest of the friends disperse, Lydia and Kira heading back home and Stiles and Malia stopping by the sheriff’s station to reassure Sheriff Stilinski that the naiad crisis had been averted. Scott stays behind, though, noticing that Y/N hadn’t moved since she left the water.

She stands by the water’s edge, looking back out over the seemingly endless waves of blue. “Still thinking about the other naiads? You know, you could still be queen if you wanted.” Y/N grins at that. “Trust me, the last thing I want right now is to have to rule the clans. I appointed an ally of mine to take my place, and I know they’ve got it covered. I did make one rule before I left, though. I made them promise that no more harm would come to Beacon Hills or any who live there.”

Scott smiles at that, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “Thank you. Thank you for everything. We never could have done any of this without you.” She leans into his embrace. “Actually, I think I’m the one who’s supposed to be thanking you. You saved my life, Scott McCall. I would have died down there if it hadn’t been for you. I don’t know how you were able to heal me, but I’m grateful you did.”

Scott holds Y/N close. “I don’t know either. I’ve only been able to take the pain from someone before, never heal multiple stab wounds. The whole ability works on being able to care for someone else, so maybe it just sensed that I needed you to stay alive.” Y/N looks up at Scott, grinning. “Is this your way of saying you care about me?” Scott laughs. “I think I was pretty obvious about that before, but yes. I care about you.”

Y/N presses a kiss to his cheek. “I care about you too.” With that, the two take one last look at the water before heading back into town. For now, they may be at home, but Scott can’t wait until he sees her once more.

and that’s it for the series! thank you for reading!

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CHAPTER TWO: “we are family”

EPISODE: 3x02 “chaos rising”

Sleep is a precious thing, you need sleep, without it you make mistakes, you mess up. You get delirious and screw up. Kaitlin always loved sleep, everyone knew that, not to wake her when she was tired, but dogs...dogs don't understand that. That leads us to now, The last things Kaitlin remembered was watching an episode of some trashy show before falling asleep, and now, Levi, her two year old Labrador cried at her feet

Kaitlin opened her eyes, seeing the big dog sat at her door, his head tilted and whines coming from him "seriously" she whispered, he tilted his head to the other side "can you not just...leave me alone" he whined again, walking over to her and sniffing her face. Kaitlin cringed "okay, okay, you win"

She slowly threw the nice and warm covers off of her, her feet hitting the cold ground, sending shivers up her back, she sits there for a second, contemplating her life. She looks to her dog again, who's now panting in excitement, she groans, getting up and making her way down the stairs, before she can make her way down fully, Levi comes booting it past her and down the stairs, stopping at the door and sitting, Sighing she descends the remainder of stairs grabbing her keys and unlocking the front door and opening it

The big dog speeds out the door and Kaitlin laughs as he jumps around the fenced off garden, when Levi was a little pup, back in Boston, he'd find any and every way he could to escape their home, Kaitlin had many memories of running after the fast dog. So when they moved home, they made sure to get a well fenced garden.

The brunette watches Levi for a few more seconds before deciding to check the time, she moves to the kitchen, it was light out so it had to be early, she switched on the light, making things slightly more seeable, her glasses and contacts were upstairs so it was a little hard, she glanced at the clock 5:40.

It was literally 20 minutes before her alarm went off and an hour before kodins, might aswell make breakfast. She gathered her ingredients, deciding on bacon and toast for breakfast, turning on the hub and grabbing a pan. Midway through her cooking, a shiver sends down her spine, a familiar feeling in her stomach. She whirls around quickly, unsurprisingly seeing the dark figure lurk in the shadow of the kitchen, she was expecting him, but that didn't stop her heart from racing.

Tensely, she glares, turning back to her food, in an attempt to ignore the dark man. "Nice little place you've gotten yourself here" his voice is low, lower than before, Kaitlin stays quiet, focusing on her food.

"You can't ignore me forever Katie" he slowly walks into the kitchen more, quietly pulling out a chair and sitting. Kaitlin's teeth grit together at the name.

"I've done a pretty good job for what? Three years now?" She doesn't turn to look at him, her tone is sarcastic. He laughs, the sound scares Kaitlin slightly.

"That's not entirely true now is it, you aren't surprised at all to see me. You were expecting me" The redhead stops what she's doing, quickly whipping around and glaring her most cold glare

"What do you want" she gets to the point, the man faking a frown.

"What? I can't come and visit my daughter?" Kaitlin laughs turning back to her bacon and taking it off the pan and putting on a plate.

"You only ever visit me when you want something, so either tell me or get the hell out of my house" she grabs the toast, putting it on the plate and sitting opposite him.

"Ah you got me" He jokes, Kaitlin rolls her eyes, and butters her toast

"Scott McCall" is all he needs to say for Kaitlin to freeze, she slowly looks up to make eye contact with her father.

"What about him?"

"He's quite the hero I hear. People tell me he's the man to beat" his tone is evil, as usual. Kaitlin doesn't let her guard down. Her glare as cold as ice. "I've no idea what you're talking about"

"Does he know about you?" He takes an apple nonchalantly from the fruit bowl, the question silencing Kaitlin

"You know, your past, what you are?" He pushes leaning over the table slightly, Kaitlin doesn't break eye contact, her heart hammering in her chest

"What you've done"

"I haven't done anything" she defends, she stopped eating now, her fork and knife still in her hands

"Oh but you did, don't you remember? When Tyler died" Kaitlin slams her hands down on the table, the plate clattering against the knife and fork

"You weren't there, you don't know anything, now what do you want because your testing my patience" her hands are now in fists as she glares at her father.

"Be careful of this boy, he's made enemies, more than he knows, and they are dangerous" he warns. He stands from the table, putting the chair back in its place

"Why are you telling me this?" Her blood was boiling

"You’re my daughter, whether you or I like it or not we are family" He darkly says before a dark cloud forms over him and he vanishes

Kaitlin relaxes, her food now cold she tosses a slice of bacon to Levi and throws away her toast

"What a waste" she mutters before heading upstairs to get ready for school

***

A little while later and Kaitlin was sat on her couch, she usually got up early for school but never this early so she didn't really know what to do with herself. She watched the screen as an episode of greys anatomy played.

Her phone chimed with a text, Lydia Martins name lighting her screen, the strawberry blonde offering to give Kaitlin a ride to school, saying she needed to talk to her. The redhead sent a quick reply, moving off the couch and walking into the kitchen where her mother and brother sat at the table

"I'm not giving you a ride today, Lydia's picking me up" Kodin looked at his sister, taking a drink of his orange juice as he swallows his toast "I'm taking your car then"

"Why can't you take your own?" Kaitlin shoves her phone into her pocket, glaring slightly at her brother, who shrugs "well, yours is cleaner" Kaitlin stares at the boy, contemplating. She gives in, grabbing her keys and throwing them at Kodin.

"Don't damage my car" she warns before leaving the room, soon hearing the honk of Lydia's car, bidding a quick goodbye to her mother she grabs her bag and is out the door. She smiles at Lydia before hopping in the car "hey"

"Morning, what was so..." she's cut off when Lydia hands her a cup of coffee, Kaitlin smiles, thanking her and taking a sip, Lydia starts the car and pulls out of the driveway.

"I know you know" Lydia cryptically states, Kaitlin looking at her curiously "about what?" The redhead placed the coffee in the cup holder.

"About the supernatural, about Scott" Kaitlin freezes, her eyes going wide and glancing at Lydia

"What?" Kaitlin questions, trying to play it cool. "Huh, supernatural that...that's funny" panic sets in Kaitlin's mind, trying to force a fake laugh which Lydia doesn't buy.

"Yeah, okay lets just skip that...I could tell" Lydia glances between Kaitlin and the road "you wanna know how I know? Because you're supernatural too"

Kaitlin's lost for words, her eyes never leaving Lydia as the panic starts to fade, she's not afraid of her friends knowing, it's just how they find out. She wanted to soften the blow, it scared her really, she cared about them and she didn't want them feel any different about her. She lets put a sigh, looking ahead at the road.

"Witch, I'm a witch" the words fell nonchalantly out of her mouth, Lydia does a double take. "A witch? Huh, that's...new" Kaitlin laughs lightly.

"Yeah, I guess they're uncommon nowadays" Kaitlin went on to explain her knowledge of the pack and how she gained it, listing the things her uncle deaton has updated her on before she came back

She knew everything that he did, the kanima being Jackson, Peter Hale biting Scott and Lydia, Alison being a hunter and her grandfather being a psychopath. All of it

It surprised her really, Lydia was so calm about it, she didn't freak out, didn't get mad that Kaitlin hadn't told her. The aura that surrounded the girl was unfamiliar to Kaitlin. She'd learned how to read auras since she learned of her magic. Different colors for different species. Werewolves depended on the color of their eyes. Witches were purple. Humans were green. So on. But Lydia radiated a pink aura, one Kaitlin hadn't seen before.

"Oh yeah, have you any idea what this could be?" Lydia holds out her arm, keeping her eyes on the road

On her arm is a fresh bruise, there's an odd shape to it. Kaitlin gently takes Lydia's arm

"Uh, a bruise?" She glances at the strawberry blonde who playfully rolls her eyes

"Yeah no shit, Alison has one the exact same shape, she thinks it's like some sort of symbol" she states, her eyes never leaving the road

"Huh, can I take a picture of it?" Lydia nods and Kaitlin pulls out her phone, quickly snapping a photo of the bruise

"I'll run it by my mom" she states

"When are you gonna tell the guys about that?" Lydia starts, Kaitlin turns to look out the window of Lydia's car as they pull into beacon hills high schools parking lot

"I don't know, soon"

***

Lydia and Kaitlin strolled together before class, chatting quietly about Kaitlin's antics during her time in Boston. Football games, school dances,swim meets and everything in between. While Lydia went into more detail of the packs antics and stories.

"Okay, but what would a pack of alphas want with Erica and boyd?" Kaitlin questions lydia, who was explaining to her their recent predicament

"I don't know, maybe their recruiting" unbeknownst to the pair Scott and Stiles walks past them, Scott stops in his tracks staring at Kaitlin as she walks past, seeing something he didn't before

"Scott?" Stiles takes him out of his daze

"You okay?" Stiles eyes him curiously, glancing at Kaitlin. Scott nods his head still slightly dazed "Yeah, sorry"

***

Lydia, Alison and Kaitlin sat in the library, Alison drawing the symbol that was bruised in her skin on a piece of paper, a laptop sat on the table, some research the huntress had done lifting up the screen.

Lydia stares ahead, Two identical twins stood at a bookshelf with another brunette, the strawberry blonde had her eye on one of the twins. "I want one"

The two friends follow Lydia's gaze.

"Which one?" Alison questions, an adorable smiles across her lips, Lydia's face drops

"The straight one obviously" Alison glances back at the twins, Ethan looking at Danny wistfully, Lydia drinks from her coffee cup.

Kaitlin's chuckles as she glances at the boys, the brunette sticking out to her, she shakes the feeling off, glancing at Alison's computer, a thought comes to mind. She checks around before pulling a book out of her bag

The book was given to her by her mother, it was enchanted to only open to her, she flips through it finding the thing she was looking for

"What if it's not a symbol?" She questions Alison, who turns her gaze to the brunette and the book in her hands

"What if it's actually a logo?" Alison eyes the book questionably, noticing a few of Kaitlin's spells

"Wait, is that?" Kaitlin smiles at the brunette "what are you?"

"Libra" Kaitlin looks up to digest her theory to Lydia but she's vanished

Kaitlin's and Alison turn to the twins only to see Lydia making a move on Aiden. The two girls look to each other, Kaitlin bursts laughing, Alison joining after a second.

***

Kaitlin Jones was originally from beacon hills, she grew up in the small town. Her family and friends were there, it was her home. A place she'd never forget for as long as she'd live, no matter where she'd end up.

One place and person she hadn't gotten the chance to visit since she'd been back was her uncle Deaton at the animal clinic. Deaton was the brother of her mother, it didn't seem like it, of course because her mother was adopted into Alan's family, his mother was a friend of Natalie's biological mother who passed when she was young.

So when deaton called her to ask if she could come to the clinic because he needed her help with Isaac, Kaitlin jumps into her car and makes her way to the clinic

Her stomach turned and twisted in knots, nerves filled her. She knew what she was walking into, Scott and Stiles would definitely be there, and she knew what Deaton needed her to do, it would be outing her powers to them. She had texted Kodin, giving him the heads up and warning him to talk to the boys later today, knowing they'd want answers from both twins.

Obviously she would have to have this conversation with the two boys sooner or later but she was nervous for their reactions. What if they hated her for not telling them? She knew she was over reacting but she couldn't help it.

Shaking off her anxiety she pulls into the parking lot of the animal clinic and stops the car. She takes a second to herself before jumping out of the car and heading into the clinic

Inside the animal clinic, Deaton, Derek, Scott and Stiles attempted to prep Isaac for the ice bath he'd soon be submerged in.

"How slow does his heart rate need to be?" Scott worryingly questions.

"Very slow"

"Okay, well, How slow is very slow?" Derek crouches beside the tub which was now filled to the brim with water and ice

"Nearly dead" deaton nonchalantly replies, issac touches the water, immediately retracting his hand, hissing

"It's safe though, right?" He nervously questions. Deaton hesitates, just as he's about to reply the bell from the door chimes, the veterinarian smiles

"Not necessarily, but that's why she's here" he leaves the room. The three werewolves and Stiles look to each other curiously.

When Kaitlin Jones walks into the room, Scott and Stiles stare at the girl in shock, Derek and Isaac grow confused, not knowing the girl. When she sees the four her smiles fades, a shy expression takes over her face

"Hey"

"So she's gonna help with what exactly?" Issac questions as he eyes the small girl

"Kaitlin was born from a long line of witches" Kaitlin looks to her shoes, not wanting to see her friends reactions

"Oh wow" Stiles mumbles, he looks to Kaitlin sadly, she looks up meeting his eyes but quickly looks away

Scott is left speechless, his gaze flickering back and forth between Kaitlin and Deaton, Kaitlin steps forward gently grabbing Scott wrist and tugging him away from the rest

"I promise after this is done I will explain everything, okay?" His eyes soften and he grabs the girls hand, nodding and giving it a light squeeze

"Okay"

Kaitlin smiles, moving back to stand beside the tub of ice, she gives issac a reassuring smile, he returns the gesture. She remembered Isaac vaguely from her childhood, she hadn't talked to him much, but she knew of him.

"If anything goes wrong, Kaitlin will be here to pull you out" Deaton reassures him. A rubber snapping sound is heard, all heads turn to Stiles who's wearing a grin as he looks at his arm length glove with a grin

The boy in plaid notices everyone looking at him "what?" Derek gives him a glare, Stiles sighing before he takes off the glove, Issac sighs before standing up

"Look, if it feels to risky, you don't have to do this." The alpha assures, straightening his arms on the rim of the tub, Scott nods in agreement

Issac looks to Kaitlin, who stood on the other side of the tub "you know what your doing?"

Kaitlin's smirks "you'll be fine, Issac, I've been doing it for years" Issac looks to the girl with weary eyes before taking off his shirt and exhaling. He steps into the tub, the group watching him closely, as he attempts to sit in the cold bathtub.

Scott and Derek glance at each other, placing their hands on Isaac's shoulders and pushing him under the water

For a few moments it was fine, but after not to long Issacs true form broke free, jolting up from the water, his eyes a bright yellow and his fangs beard.

"Get him back under" deaton instructed, Stiles was now attempting to keep the werewolf submerged.

But Isaac didn't want to co-operate, he trashed in the water, the two werewolves struggled to keep him in the water as he drenched them.

"Hold him" Kaitlin interjected, Rowling up the sleeves of her jumper

"Don't you think we're trying!" Derek snapped. Kaitlin rolls her eyes before she moves forward, slightly pushing Scott and Derek out of the way, there hands still holding Isaac

The brunette hovers her hand over issacs head, calming him. Not moments later he relaxed and slowly moved to the surface of the water with his eyes open.

"Remember, only Kaitlin talks, too many voices will confuse him and draw him out" deaton holds up a finger, his voice soft. After the three boys nod, he gestures for Kaitlin to start

"Issac? Can you hear me?" Her voice is kind and soft

"Yes, I can hear you" the beta replies after a moment of silence

"It's Kaitlin, I don't know if you remember me, but is it okay if I ask you a few questions?"  Kaitlin continued, she was calm, like she'd done it before.

"Yes"

Kaitlin glances at deaton, the thunder outside getting worse "I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd "

"I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible, like your actually there" she tried her best to keep a steady voice, knowing one wrong word could send the beta into a panic

"I-I don't wanna do that" He was getting scared now, repeating "I don't wanna go that"

"Issac it's all right just relax" Kaitlin glances at Scott, his eyes are on her and he's worried "they're just memories, you can't be hurt by a memories, remember I told you you'll be fine"

"I don't wanna do that"

"Your okay"

"I don't wanna do that"

"Relax" Kaitlin moves her hand around Isaac's, calming him

"Great" Stiles keeps his eyes on the brunette, occasionally glancing at Isaac wearily, Derek takes a glance at Kaitlin, skepticism in his eyes

"Okay, lets go back to that night, to the place you found Erica and Boyd" Kaitlin's head starts to pound, she blinks in an attempt to rush the pain away, continuing her talk with Isaac.

"Can you tell me what you see? Is there some sort of building? A house?"

"It's not a house. It's stone" Isaac's voice is deep and has a cold edge to it, he takes a breath

"I think marble" Kaitlin smiles at the cold boy "that's perfect"

"Can you give me any other descriptors?" She questions, trying not to push him to hard

"It's dusty, so empty" he slowly explains

"Like an abandoned building?"

The lights begin to flicker, Kaitlin's headache worsening, the four men in the room glancing around them and then to Kaitlin

"Issac" Kaitlin's voice is forced and strained, Scott looking at her with worrying eyes

"Someone's here" Issac moves around slightly in the water, he reaches his hand out and grabs Scott's forearm

"Issac, it's okay, relax" Kaitlin tries to reassure the beta

"No, no, no, no. They see me, they see me" Issac screams, thrashing around in the water. Scott and Derek attempt at keeping Issac in the tub of water, him screaming. Stiles looks to Kaitlin, seeing the pain in her eyes

"There just memories, you can't be hurt by memories. Just relax" she reassures him, he keeps a firm grip on Scott's arm as he relaxes

"Good, that's great issac" Kaitlin's headache eases, but she shuts her eyes in pain, Stiles grabs her free wrist gently

She looks at him, he gives her a worried look. She forcefully smiles at him reassuringly

"Now, Isaac can you tell us what you see? Tell us everything" Isaac opens his eyes, his natural blue taking over. "I hear him"

"He's talking about the full moon, about being out of control when the moon rises"

"Is he talking to Erica?" Kaitlins headache is faint now.

"I think so, I can't...I can't see her. I can't see either of them" his lips trembled from the cold "Can you hear anything else?"

Issac has stopped resisting, but the lights flickered. Kaitlin's headache slightly returning

"They're worried, worried what they'll do during the moon, what they're gonna do to each other" The thunder rubbles from outside, Kaitlin's head feels like someone drilling into it now, the tension of the calming spell getting to her head.

"If they're locked in together on the full moon, they're gonna tear each other apart." Derek whispers to Scott who nods in agreement

"Isaac, we need to find them right now" Kaitlin restarts "can you see them?"

"No"

"Do you know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of a marker? A number on a door?"

The beta jumps from the tub, sitting upright, Kaitlin's headache worsens, the lights flickering

"They're here" Isaac whispers, Stiles looks around the room confused and a tad bit scared

"They're here, They're here"  he slowly moves lower into the tub, he starts to panic "No They're here"

"They see me. They found me. They're here!" Kaitlins head is throbbing, she moves her hand to her forehead, rubbing it roughly

"This isn't working, Isaac, where are you?" Derek intervenes, yelling at his beta.

Everyone looks to Derek, Deaton beginning to argue with him, Kaitlin's vision goes blurry

"Tell me where you are!"

"I can't see!"

"You're going to confuse him" deaton calmly states "tell me where you are"

"He could go into shock Derek" Kaitlin painfully states to the werewolf

"Derek let him go!"

"Isaac where are you what did you see!" Derek ignores Scott's protests, yelling at Isaac more

"It's a vault, it's a bank vault!"

One last clap of thunder is heard, Kaitlin gets light headed, falling backward as Issac jumps forward from the tub. Stiles moves to catch Kaitlin, the brunette coming in and out of consciousness  

"I saw it, I saw the name" he moves to jump out of the tub, Scott takes his eyes off Kaitlin when Stiles reassures him and moves to help Isaac

"It's uh, beacon hills first national bank" he shivers as he's wrapped in a towel

Stiles lowers Kaitlin to the ground, gently holding her head beside him, she Sobers up a bit, looking at the boy drowsily

The others in the room watch Isaac as he explain the bank that Boyd and Erica were being held

"What?"

"You don't remember what you said do you?" Scott questions him "no"

Isaac looks at the pair that sat in the ground

"You said when they captured you that they dragged you into a room and that there was a body in it." Stiles explains to Isaac, keeping a firm grip on Kaitlin

"What body?"Isaac looks around curiously

"Erica" Kaitlin drowsily buts in, slowly moving her head to look at him

"You said it was Erica"

*****

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Season 2, Episode 1: Omega (Part Two)

once again here’s the masterlist if you’re interested!

Pairing: Stiles x Psychic! Reader

Notes: lydia is finally back guys!! I’ve missed her sass the last few episodes & things are going to start heating up just bare with me for these first parts!

                                                        ————————

I stared through the glass double doors in front of me, watching people go about their lives like it was just any other day. To them, it was. But for me, simply standing on this property was raising my anxiety.

I hadn’t been at the school since winter formal, when my life had gone from slightly complicated to completely fucked up. I felt ready yesterday, and this morning, and on the way here. Now that I was standing in front of the entrance, though, I was starting to doubt myself.

“You know what, it’s too soon.” I rolled my eyes at Stiles as he whipped around and gripped my shoulders before trying to walk me backward. “We should just turn around. Get you back in bed. Try again next week.”

I sighed and brushed his hands away. “I can’t be a hermit for the rest of my life.”

As much as I wanted to go back home, I couldn’t let myself hide from the world any longer. I’d have to live my life again eventually. Plus, I had a shit ton of late work piling up, because apparently being bitten by a werewolf isn’t a good enough excuse to miss school in Beacon Hills.

“No, of course not.” Stiles scoffed, twitching his eyes at me before glancing back to the school like it had personally offended him. “Just another week or two.”

I rolled my eyes again and brushed past him, feeling a sudden urge to just rip the band-aid off. I gripped one of the handles in front of me and threw the door open, instantly cringing at the loud noises that assaulted my ears.

I hesitated before the threshold, uncertainty clawing at the back of my mind. This place had forever changed for me. It held this energy now, like what happened to Lydia and I was permanently engrained in the walls. With a deep breath, I forced my legs to carry me inside.

I almost immediately froze, waiting for my presence here to set off some unknown supernatural terror. A gentle hand at my back had me releasing a long sigh, my shoulders relaxing slightly as nothing bad happened.

“You okay?” Stiles peered down at me, his eyes rounded with concern.

Part of me wished that he wouldn’t worry so much. He had a long list of things keeping him up at night, and I didn’t want to be one of them. I hated that he looked at me like I was going to fall off the deep end at any given moment. It obviously came from a caring place, but that didn’t make it sting any less.

I nodded, forcing my lips up into what I hoped was a believable smile. “I’m okay.”

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“Alright. It’s causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but Jackson’s right. What if the next body part she steals is from someone who’s alive?”

Scott’s head tilted in our direction from his seat in front of us, but he didn’t have a chance to respond as Mr. Harris sighed from behind his desk at the head of the classroom. “This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career.”

Stiles pursed his lips from beside me, tapping his pencil on the surface of our table as he leaned back in his chair. He’d been trying to talk about something he overheard when spying on his dad—no surprise there—since we sat down a few minutes ago.

“Can you even do that?”

“There it is again.” Mr. Harris smirked, getting an unhealthy amount of satisfaction from messing with Stiles. “Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I’ve ever had to strike a student. Repeatedly. And violently. See you at three for detention.”

Stiles jaw ticked in frustration and he gaped up front in shock. I heard snickering from behind us, and turned to send a glare at Jackson and Danny. It didn’t seem to phase them as they continued laughing at his expense.

“You too, Mr. McCall?”

I spun back around to see Scott peering at us over his shoulder with a grimace just before he faced Mr. Harris again. “No, sir.”

I put my hand over Stiles’ reassuringly as it balled into a fist on top of our table. Our chemistry teacher has had it out for him since school started. There was no real reason, he just seemed to hate him with a burning passion. He always treated him unfairly, doing the same to anyone who dared come to his defense.

Although it wasn’t the most appropriate time to bring it up, we needed to talk about what he heard. Kate Argent’s liver had been “misplaced”, as he said, from her grave. And there was only one person we knew that could possibly do something like that.

It had to be Lydia.

As much as I didn’t want her to be a bloodthirsty monster, the news had restored my hope that she was at least alive. We still needed to find her before Allison’s family, though, which was proving frustratingly difficult.

“Dude. Your nose...” Danny’s concerned voice fluttered to my ears and I couldn’t help but glance behind me to see what was going on.

I watched as Jackson looked between his hand, which was covered in a thick, black liquid, and the paper on his table. My brows pinched in confusion at the sight. That didn’t look like normal blood. The closest thing I could compare it to was the disgusting ooze that came out of Scott when he was shot with a bullet covered in wolfsbane.

Jackson suddenly bolted from his chair, the metal legs scraping against the tiles loudly. He cupped his nose and ran out of the room, his eyes wide with panic.

“Mr. Whittemore!”

He didn’t look back once as he disappeared into the hallway. I faced forward slowly, utterly confused by what I just witnessed. My classmates seemed equally as concerned, but eventually went back to their quizzes at the request of Mr. Harris.

My eyes trailed back to the paper in front of me, my fingers tightening around my pencil. If I thought it was hard to concentrate before, now it was nearly impossible. Aside from the fact that I didn’t know how to do a single problem, my mind was racing with questions. I couldn’t help but think back to last month, when Jackson was acting incredibly strange. 

I chewed on my bottom lip and glanced toward the door at the back of the room. It was taking all the willpower I had not to chase after him to see what was going on. I forced my attention back to the quiz in front of me, squinting at the unfamiliar numbers and symbols.

Scott suddenly turned to glance at me over his shoulder, and whispered harshly. “Why is your heart racing?”

My leg started bouncing anxiously as my gaze swept back to the door. Stiles perked up beside me at Scott’s voice, his eyes flickering around my face in question. He seemed to figure out exactly what I was thinking and put a hand on my arm gently.

“Y/N, just leave it alone.” His voice rose in a quiet plea.

It wasn’t that I actually cared what happened to Jackson. But that whole thing was weird as hell and I couldn’t shake the curiosity bubbling inside me. If there was another supernatural problem brewing, I wanted to know before it got out of hand.

After another moment of hesitation, I jerked to my feet, unable to fight the urge to leave. Stiles’ hand tightened around my arm and Mr. Harris peered up over the rim of his glasses from his desk. Scott, still turned around, shook his head quickly with wide eyes.

Normally, I wasn’t the type to ditch class, but I really felt like I needed to see what was going on. It had gone past usual curiosity and moved toward an uncontrollable impulse.

“Ms. Y/L/N, do you have something to share?” Mr. Harris crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, seemingly amused by my interruption.

Before I knew what was happening, my legs were carrying me toward the hallway. Instantly, the room erupted with hushed whispers. I heard a chair scrape loudly against the tiled floor just as I passed through the doorway.

“Sit down, Mr. Stilinski! If another student leaves my class, I will not hesitate to...” I didn’t catch the end of Mr. Harris’s threat as I made my way down the hallway quickly.

I could only assume that Jackson would’ve gone into the nearest bathroom, which was just down the hall. As soon as I turned the corner, all the air rushed from my lungs as I rammed into a hard chest.

I staggered back with a wince, rubbing at my shoulder as it throbbed in protest. My eyes trailed up the leather jacket in front of me until they landed on one of the last faces I wanted to see right now. Or ever, honestly.

“God, what the hell are you doing here?” I breathed, narrowing my eyes suspiciously at none other than Derek Hale. 

Nothing good had ever followed seeing him in places he shouldn’t be. And he definitely should not be here.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” He quirked an eyebrow at me and crossed his arms over his broad chest.

I scoffed, his concern very much not appreciated. “Aren’t you supposed to be graduated?”

His lips pulled into a frown as his icy blue eyes trailed over me from head to toe and I took a moment to do the same. I hadn’t seen him since the night he killed Peter, but he didn’t look any different, despite moving up the werewolf food chain. When several seconds passed and he still hadn’t said anything, I stepped to the side to brush past him with a roll of my eyes. 

He instantly moved into my path, blocking the doorway to the men’s bathroom in the process. “What do you think you’re doing?”

I glanced from him to the closed door, trying to think of a believable lie before I remembered that I didn’t owe him a damn thing. Including an explanation. “Checking on something.”

“Go to class.” He quipped, standing firmly in place. 

“You do realize that I’m not a part of your pack, right?” I huffed out a humorless laugh, moving to walk around him again. “Just because you’re an alpha now doesn’t mean have any right to order me around.”

Somewhere along the way, I’d grown out of my fear of him. It didn’t really make sense, considering the fact that I watched him murder his own uncle only a few days ago, but here we were regardless.

He didn’t budge an inch, the corner of his lips twitching upward in amusement. “Who’s pack are you a part of, exactly?” 

My jaw clenched at the unspoken meaning behind his words. It was something I’d been wrestling with since being bitten. I still didn’t know much about the supernatural world and all it’s rules. Was I in Scott’s pack? Or Peter’s?

I squared my shoulders and cleared my throat, trying to appear as self-assured as possible. While he was here, I may as well ask something else that had been weighing on my mind. “Speaking of being an alpha now...did you happen to gain any knowledge about how to reverse whatever your psychotic uncle did to me?”

“Sure you want me to answer that?” His eyes trailed over my face slowly, as if studying me. I raised my eyebrows expectantly, and he sighed. “You’d have to ask the one that bit you.”

My heart skipped a beat at his words. I sputtered silently for a few moments, panic quickly rising in my chest. He couldn’t possibly be insinuating that Peter was still alive, right? Right?

“What is that supposed to mean?” The question fell from my lips in a jumbled rush.

“When an alpha turns someone, they have a sort of...connection.” He drawled, as if this wasn’t life-altering, horrible information.

It was quite literally my worst fear at the moment to be connected in any way to Peter Hale. Not only did he royally fuck up my life by biting me, but he killed countless people along the way and somehow made Lydia disappear without a trace. All without a lick of remorse. He was evil in its purest form.

“Even after death?” I prodded, mostly wanting him to confirm that he was, in fact, six feet under. 

“Especially after death.”

My eyes widened in alarm. What the hell did that mean? I parted my lips to bombard him with questions, but froze at the sound of an anxious voice from behind me. 

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” I spun on my heel to see Stiles jogging toward me with his hands thrown up in exasperation. “You can’t just walk out of class. Mr. Harris is like seriously pissed.”

I just stared at him, waiting for a moment of realization that never came. “Didn’t you just do the same thing?”

“Well, that’s different. Because—you know what? Don’t go pointing fingers at me when you’re the one being weird. Why did you do that?”

“I was just talking to...” I turned, my brows furrowing as I saw that Derek was no longer standing behind me. I spun back around to face Stiles, stiffening at the look he was giving me. His lips were set in a firm line, his narrowed eyes slightly darkened with frustration.

“Y/N, you’re supposed to be...” He sighed, as if rethinking whatever he was about to say. “Just. Come on.”

He extended a hand out toward me, and I stole one last glance at the bathroom door behind me before taking it, not really wanting to leave my questions unanswered but having no other choice. I let him guide me back to our class, but made a mental note to keep an eye on Jackson from now on.

                                                  ————————

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

I sighed into my locker, shoving the last of my books inside. “Yes, Allison. I’m still fine. Just like the last five times you asked.”

She sent me a sheepish smile and popped her own locker open, rummaging inside for a moment before pulling out a dress covered in a protective plastic.

While all of my friend’s concern was appreciated, it wasn’t helping with the whole trying to be a normal human thing.

“No, it was her aunt.” A hushed voice from across the hall had both of us turning to see what was going on.

Two girls stood against the lockers just a few feet away, and quickly averted their eyes when we made it obvious that we’d heard them.

“The one that murdered all those people?” One of the girls leaned toward her friend and failed at whispering again.

“You mean the crazy bitch that killed all those people? The fire, the animal attacks, it was all her.”

I let my eyes sweep back to Allison, and watched as she slammed her locker shut with a tight jaw. The local newspaper hadn’t been kind to the Argents once word of Kate’s death came out. The sheriff’s department easily connected her to the Hale fire, and immediately ran with the idea that she’d been the one going around killing people.

It was both convenient and utterly untrue, obviously. I’m sure that even in his grave, Peter was more than happy to let her take the fall for his atrocities.

“Are you kidding? I sit next to her in English!”

“Find a new seat...”

The two girls snickered and walked away, either painfully unaware of their surroundings or intentionally being huge bitches. I let out a sigh and turned back to Allison.

“Are you okay?” I let my eyes flicker over her face as she sagged against her locker, her dress held beneath crossed arms.

“Fine.” She sent me a tight lipped smile. “They’re right. My family is crazy. It just sucks that now the whole school knows it.”

This is exactly why I didn’t want everyone worrying about me. Each of my friends had their own shit weighing on them. Allison was grieving someone she knew didn’t deserve it, Scott was dealing with Derek being an alpha, and there wasn’t actually anything going on with Stiles, but he was always anxious anyway.

“Nice dress.” Both mine and Allison’s attention moved to the locker a few down from ours at the unexpected voice.

It was a boy I recognized, but didn’t know the name of. I’d seen him around the school plenty, but hadn’t really crossed paths with him much. His dark eyes swept over Allison from head to toe slowly, sending a uncomfortable prickle up my spine. He looked nice enough, but there was something off about him. I just couldn’t place it.

“Nice camera.” She smiled awkwardly, complimenting the device he held in one of his hands.

Oh right, that’s where I’d seen him. He was always walking around with that thing, taking pictures for the yearbook or something. She turned back to me and furrowed her brows, seemingly just as weirded out as I was. I shrugged one shoulder and we made our way toward the exit.

We had a funeral to get ready for.

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Okay, so. I may have forgotten about my detention.

My legs bounced anxiously as I stared at the clock across the room. Stiles let out a slow breath from beside me, his lips twisting angrily as we both counted down the seconds silently. Mr. Harris sat at the front of the room, grading our quizzes from this morning. He’d barely looked at us since we arrived almost an hour ago.

He’d barked the punishment at me when Stiles and I returned to class and honestly, I was surprised he didn’t have anything worse in mind. Not that this didn’t still suck. We were supposed to be going with Scott to Kate’s funeral, although we’d have to hide somewhere within the graveyard since it was for family only.

Time seemed to slow as the seconds ticked by. Stiles held his breath and brought his hands up to squeeze the sides of his face as finally, the clock struck four.

We both bolted upright, only to immediately freeze at Mr. Harris’ curt demand. “Sit.”

“Wha—it’s been an hour!” Stiles threw his hands up in exasperation.

“My detention’s an hour and a half.” The edge of his lips twitched into a smirk as if he got some kind of sick satisfaction from torturing his students.

“You can’t do that.” I huffed, my jaw clenching in frustration.

At this point, we were already running late. The funeral was supposed to start at four thirty and I wanted to talk to Allison beforehand. So much for that, apparently.

“Oh, but I can.” He quipped, his dark eyes dancing in delight as they jumped from me to Stiles. “You see, Stiles...since your father was so judicious in his dealings with me, I’ve decided to make you my personal project. You’re going to benefit from all that strict discipline has to offer.”

I glanced to my fuming boyfriend beside me, the anger rolling off of him almost tangible. His nostrils flared as he worked his jaw, eyes never leaving the man who was steadily moving toward being the worst teacher ever.

I’d nearly forgotten the role he played in connecting Kate to the Hale fire. He’d apparently gone on a date with her several years ago, and detailed how to commit arson and get away with it. Why that wasn’t a red flag for either of them was beyond me. He also ended up recognizing a necklace with their family symbol on it that further helped solidify her guilt.

Let’s just say that Stiles’ dad hadn’t been kind in his sentencing after Mr. Harris kept that piece of information to himself until the last minute.

His eyes narrowed at us as if we were the bane of his existence, despite the fact that he was the one keeping us here against our will. “Now, sit down before I decide to keep you here all night.”

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Stiles and I scrambled toward the tombstone Scott was hiding behind, moving quickly to remain undetected. Luckily for us, all the attention was on Allison and her parents. There was an excessive amount of reporters surrounding the cemetery, shouting and taking pictures.

We peered around our hiding place as the three of them stumbled their way through the thick crowd, dodging each question that was yelled in their faces. 

“Who the hell is that?” Stiles whispered from beside me, gesturing toward an older man that was talking to that weird guy from school. 

My brows furrowed as I watched him inspect a large camera, which I’m assuming he took from our classmate, before taking out the SIM card and snapping it in half. The guy threw his hands up angrily and snatched his camera back from the smug man. His eyes suddenly flickered our way and we all ducked down quickly.

“Definitely an Argent.” Scott muttered, looking troubled by the idea. 

“Hey, you know, maybe they’re just here for the funeral. What if they’re the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents. That’s possible, right?” Stiles tried to sound reassuring, but it was obvious that even he didn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. 

There were two men with the older guy, both flanking his sides with nasty scowls on their faces. They were intimidating as hell, even from our safe distance.

“I know what they are.” Scott sighed and glanced at us over his shoulder, his eyes clouded with worry. “They’re reinforcements.”

Before either of us could respond, Stiles’ dad appeared out of nowhere. My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him stalking toward us, his face hard with anger. He gripped Scott and Stiles by the collars of their jackets and hauled them to their feet with a jerk. I scrambled upright quickly, eyes wide with panic.

We seriously couldn’t do a damn thing—even support Allison—without being caught or almost killed.

“The three of you.” Mr. Stilinski bit out through clenched teeth, his harsh voice hushed as to not disrupt the service. “Unbelievable. Pick up my tie.”

He sent me a pointed glare and I grabbed the discarded material hastily. I quickly trailed behind them as he shoved the boys toward his car, which was parked just outside the cemetery. He wrenched the back door open and practically threw them inside. I followed suit wordlessly, chewing on my bottom lip as my heart raced with anxiety.

My shoulders stiffened as the car door slammed shut harshly. Scott huffed in frustration and let his head fall back onto the headrest behind him. I glanced between him and Stiles nervously, but felt myself relax—if only slightly—as I saw that neither of them looked all that upset. I guess they were used to this sort of thing, with how much trouble they’d gotten into throughout the years. 

He would probably just give us a lecture and send us home. I hoped, anyway. If he was in a bad mood, we could easily end up at the station for the night.

Mr. Stilinski plopped into the front seat with a long sigh. The radio on his dash went off loudly, a quick string of muffled words filling the tense air of the car. He pulled it free quickly, his brows pinching as he spoke into it slowly. “I didn’t copy that. Did you say four one five Adam?”

“Disturbance in a car.” Stiles instantly whispered, eyes flickering between me and Scott. 

My brows rose in surprise at the fact that he knew the meaning behind the obvious police code. Although, at this point, I shouldn’t have expected any less. It was clear that he’d spent his entire life beside his dad, whether he was aware or not. He’d eavesdropped and snooped his way into knowing way more than any civilian ever should.

“They were taking a heart attack victim to the hospital, but on the way something hit ‘em.” The strained voice came through the walkie-talkie more clearly this time. 

“Hit the ambulance?” The Sheriff’s voice rose with concern, the sound instantly raising my anxiety. It couldn’t be a good sign if he was worried.

“Copy that.” Stiles perked up from beside me and leaned forward, as if that extra few inches would help him hear better. “I’m standing in front of it now. Something got inside the back. There’s blood everywhere...and I mean everywhere.”

My heart skipped a beat, my chest tightening as panic surged through me. I glanced at Scott, and saw that he was already staring at me with wide, anxious eyes. My gaze swept toward Stiles, but he was busy watching every one of his dad’s movements.

“Alright, unit four. What’s your twenty?” He sighed, a little tense but otherwise surprisingly unfazed by what he’d just heard.

“Route five and post. I swear I’ve never seen anything like this.” The deputy was clearly freaking out, making me feel ten times worse.

It only took a split second of hesitation for the three of us to know that we were on the same page. We had to get out of here. Now.

Scott and I popped the doors open and we all tumbled out, instantly running toward the tree line just outside the cemetery. Scott led us through the woods quickly, muttering something over his shoulder about the location being nearby. 

Along the way, I tried bracing myself for whatever horror we were about to find. My mind raced with worst-case scenarios as I struggled to keep up with Scott’s quick pace. It could’ve been Lydia, or Derek, or maybe another supernatural creature we had yet to meet. No matter what, I knew it wasn’t going to be pretty.

After a few minutes, Scott suddenly froze mid-stride. Stiles and I clambered to a stop to avoid ramping into him. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath, my eyes roaming over the scene before us quickly as I tried to piece together what I was seeing. 

There was the ambulance, stopped on the side of the road just beyond the trees. A man lay on the gurney inside, covered from head to toe in blood. My stomach churned with disgust as I took in the grotesque scene. There was no way the poor guy was still alive. My heart hammered painfully in my chest as I searched the area for any signs of Lydia.

“God. What the hell is Lydia doing?” Stiles breathed from beside me, eyes wide with alarm.

“Okay, we don’t even know if it—” My attempt at defending her caught in my throat as something tentatively emerged from the trees up ahead. 

I squinted through the darkness, not quite believing what was in front of me. Without hesitation, I bolted toward the road. The earth crunched behind me as Scott and Stiles raced to catch up. I briefly glanced at Sherriff Stilinski as his disapproving gaze fell on the boys and I, but continued my path to the trees on the other side of the road. 

“Lydia?” I called, gaze flickering over her nude form. She walked stiffly toward us, both arms up covering her chest. My mind raced as I processed what I was seeing. 

It was definitely Lydia. And she was in one piece. All at once, I felt a wave of relief wash over me, followed instantly by overwhelming dread. She may be alive, but that didn’t mean she was unharmed. She’d undoubtedly been permanently changed by Peter’s bite and her week long excursion in the woods.

She looked dazed as her wide, unfocused eyes roamed the area slowly. I could see her body trembling from here, and was honestly surprised that she hadn’t gotten hypothermia by now. At night, the temperatures had been dropping to the low forties.

Her strawberry blonde hair was matted and covered in dirt, twigs, and leaves, a sign of her living conditions for the past week. Miraculously, she didn’t seem to be injured in any way. Although, it was hard to tell what was beneath the thick layer of grime covering her skin.

“Lydia!” I shouted, hoping to get her attention as I slowly walked toward her.

Her eyes instantly snapped upward. It looked as if she was coming to for the first time since disappearing. Her eyes rounded before flooding with tears as she visibly fought to steady her breathing. Her lips quivered as she became more aware of all the eyes that were currently on her. 

“Well,” She gasped, her arms twitching in a sort of tense shrug. “Is anyone going to get me a coat?”

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