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Texting Joseph Quinn Part 15: Security

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Sneaking Around - Tyler Posey

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Tyler Posey/Reader

Word Count: 6.224

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), fingering, boob job, trailer sex, mentions of weed, weed usage because TPose is always high af

Notes: SO. This WAS intended for Posey Week for @thelittlestkitsune and @sincerelystiles but I got incredibly behind on it. But I didn’t want to leave it be. I promised Lau I would finish it. I hope you all like it. I feel weird writing for Posey and dunno if I portrayed him alright.

Are there things you never thought were possible? Things you couldn’t tell others about? Do you ever do things you regret?

Yes? Well, that’s good at least.

This isn’t like that. Sorry to tell you.

Sure, you never thought this was possible. Sure, you vowed never to tell the others. But did you regret any part of this? Absolutely not. This was the best things to happen in your short life.

That time you decided to start sneaking around with your costar to do… not so pure things together.

The first time anything happened started a slippery slope you were sliding down faster than you could even describe. You had worked with Tyler and Dylan for years, being the best friend of Scott and Stiles on the show since the pilot episode. You had grown close to the two boys. They were your best friends after all.

After Allison was killed at the end of season three, it was decided that Scott needed a new love interest. Well, decided for sure. Jeff had dabbled with the idea that Allison liked Isaac, and Scott was moving on from his first love. And moving on to who exactly? His best friend, Brittney.

It wasn’t deep into season four, maybe the third episode in or so. You couldn’t remember exactly. You just know there was supposed to be some kiss between your character and Tyler’s.

Well, between you and Tyler.

Your anxiety was on overdrive, having slipped off set between scenes that you weren’t in. You hid out between your trailer and Tyler’s, a tiny enough space that you could sit comfortably without anyone really finding you. Your hands were shaking, deep breaths escaping your lips, quietly telling yourself to calm down.

You didn’t hear the crunch of footsteps on the asphalt or them calling your name. You only registered that someone was there when they sat next to you, wrapping their arm around your shoulders. Your head snapped up, locking eyes with the dark eyes of Tyler, a sad smile on his face.

“Hey. You alright?” he asked quietly, his fingers playing with the sleeve of the shirt you were wearing. You sighed, shaking your head, no words filling the air between you guys. “Is it the kiss? Because I promise I haven’t eaten onions today.”

You cracked a smile at his joke, shaking your head. “Good to know I don’t have to smell your stinky breath like always,” you told him, Tyler shoving your arm gently in return. “I’m kidding, T. But it is the kiss. I’ve just never done something like this, you know?” Let alone with my best friend. “I’m just paranoid it’s not going to be good. I don’t want to mess up or make a fool of myself.”

“Come on. You’ve kissed guys before. I know you have. It’s no different. And we will take all the time you need to make sure you are comfortable. Don’t let me push you into something you aren’t ready for,” he replied, staring at the pout on my face. He shuffled in his spot, his ass wiggling against the ground as he fished in the pockets of his jeans for his cigarette carton. He slid the top open, smiling at the contents. “If you want, I have an idea to calm you down.”

“You let me suffer and I can kill myself off on the show before Scott has to kiss Britt?” You asked jokingly, Tyler shaking his head.

“No, nothing like that. I have the next best thing to death though,” he laughed. You cocked your head, your eyebrow raising at him in wonder. He grinned, his pearly whites flashing for you. “How do you feel about smoking some weed to relax?” He asked, pulling out a joint from his carton.

You giggled, shaking your head. “You want to get high now, T? Is this the best time?”

“If it’ll calm you down, then yes. It’s the perfect time.”

You grinned at him, taking the joint in one hand, your other hand slipping into his pocket to fetch his lighter without his permission. “A few puffs won’t hurt I guess. But if anyone asks, we never did this. I’m not losing my job because you wanted to get high.”

“Dude, I’m high all the time and they don’t do shit about it. They won’t fucking fire you. Now hurry up. I need me my weed.”

And high you got. You should have stuck to sharing the one joint he pulled out, but it was burned quicker than you though. You had swapped taking hits, Tyler showing off with the tricks he could do with the smoke as he exhaled. Your mind was growing fuzzier with each hit, your body relaxing into a blissful state. Tyler insisted on pulling more out, the sound of your laughter getting louder the longer you sat together.

Tyler took the current blunt from your fingers, placing it between his lips. “Like, why don’t people practice scenes like this all the time?” he asked, inhaling deeply from the smoke. As he exhaled, he coughed slightly, hearing you laugh at him. “Like, we practice lines and stunts, but why not shit like kissing? We have to be comfortable, right?”

“Dude, you’re so right. All the time,” you told him, stealing the joint. “If we practice, we wouldn’t have to worry once we are on camera.”

“Oh, I have a brilliant idea!” Tyler screamed, jumping in his spot. He excitedly turned towards you, a grin on his face. He took your free hand in his, rubbing it with his thumb. “We can practice right now! If you get used to kissing me before we get called to set, you won’t have any problem doing it on set!”

“Really, T?” you asked, unsure if you should. He nods vehemently, the smile never falling from his features. “Well, alright then. But this is just a one-time thing off set, alright?”

Tyler agrees, the two of you finishing the joint you were smoking. Your body felt light, but your head and heart felt heavy from emotion. Tyler was perched in front of you, holding your face in his hands, shifting forward to press himself closer to you. His nose rubbed against yours, his hot breath fanning over your lips. Your own breath hitched in your throat, eyes slowly fluttering closed in anticipation for what was to come. His lips brushed against yours softly, barely touching them. He didn’t apply more pressure, leaving you eager for more.

“Come on, T. Don’t tease,” you joked, your hands running up his arms, tracing the McCall pack bands on his left arm. Your lips skimmed his as your spoke, Tyler gasping for air slightly.

“You know you like it, babe,” he joked, leaning forward finally to mold his lips with yours. If you were cold before, you weren’t now. You felt like you were on the sun, your body burning from his touch. The spark of his lips on yours ran along your veins. His lips fit to yours perfectly, moving against them slowly to begin, allowing you to get a feel for it. Your nails scraped unconsciously against his skin, your body pressing closer to his, if that was even possible.

He pulled away slowly, the soft sound of your lips separating meeting your ears. Your tongue ran over your lips, your eyes remaining closed. You weren’t ready to be done. You weren’t completely sure if it was the weed that had dulled your senses or your desire to actually kiss the man in front of you, but you just knew you needed to feel his lips against yours, his tongue massaging yours, his hands on you.

“More?” he asked shortly. Your response was quick and simple: pressing your lips to his again. You fell to the side, Tyler moving to straddle your hips, his mouth never leaving yours. He supported himself with one hand on the asphalt, the other hand pushing your shirt up slightly to rub the skin of your hip. Your hips pressed against his, feeling the bulge that was growing in his dark jeans.

His hand dipped down to your ass, giving it a squeeze through your shorts. Your lips parted, your moan getting lost in his throat. Tyler took his chance, his tongue slipping into your mouth and dominating your tongue without as much of a second thought. You didn’t argue though. This was beyond amazing.

“Tpose? Y/N?” You both heard, your lips breaking apart quickly and both of your clambering to your feet. Your straightened out your clothes, brushing the black speckles of the ground off your body as Dylan rounded the corner, watching sight of you hidden between the trailers. “There you are! You’re needed on set.”

Tyler nodded at his best friend. “Thank, bro. Appreciate you looking out for us.”

Dylan looked between Tyler and you, smirking at your flushed face. “And what were you guys doing exactly?” He asked, and you knew what he was hinting at. Dyl was the only person who knew about the slight crush you held over the Mexican boy next to you. He promised never to say anything, but he was obviously hinting at it now. That little shit.

“N-Nothing, Dyl. We were just talking. I was nervous for the scenes and you know I over think things,” you rambled, Tyler glancing at you. Dylan quirked an eyebrow, the smirk growing wider.

“Talking? Right. That’s why I smell the weed,” he said, the blush on your cheeks darkening. “I’m offended guys. I wasn’t even invited. I thought we were friends.” He feigned being hurt, his hand on his chest before turning on his heel. “Next time, wait till after work. Now let’s go. We have scenes to film.”

Tyler kissed your cheek as Dylan walked off, chuckling slightly. “Well, that was fun. But maybe he is right. We’ll save it for after work next time. Because this was a one-time thing, right? We promised.”

If only you both chose to stick to that promise.

For weeks, things seemed to escalate between you both. You were glad no one seemed to pick up on your activities, never questioning why you always seemed to disappear at the same times. It always began with the idea to sneak off to someone’s trailer to take a few hits of a joint. But it always led to something more. And over time, things got hotter between you both.

Simple kisses turned into frisky make outs on the couch.

Frisky make outs turned into hands traveling up and down parts of the body, Posey having a fascination with your tits. His hands always seemed to find their way to them, groping at them through your shirt or, if he felt adventurous enough to slide under said shirt, through your lacy bra.

The feeling every so often turned into something a bit… riskier you could say. One could say it was because of the large amounts of weed that was in your system the first time it started, but it never stopped from there. You never wanted to admit it to him, but you liked it.

Hell, you loved it.

You loved feeling his hands drifting over your body, your lips always together after you shared a few joints, letting the smoke in your lungs do its magic. Your fuzzy mind always seemed to process exactly what he did to you, the feeling of his hands on your body etched into your memory. You always wanted more from him, hating that you were falling for him with each passing day.

You weren’t even nervous about today. Quite the contrary actually. You were excited about the episode you were shooting. But, much like every day, you found time to slink away with Tyler, hiding out in his trailer to “relax” with him.

If relaxing meant smoking a joint or two and making out on his couch.

You were practically on his lap, your mouths moving hastily against one another. The sound of your lips smacking against his filled the small space, his tongue finding its way into your mouth every time he pulled away for a quick gasp of air and reconnecting your lips. Your leg was strung over his lap, his fingers running up and down your silky skin, feeling the goosebumps forming under them. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, hands twisted and tangled in his dark locks.

His hand found its way to your ass, sliding under the ends of the shorts you were wearing to squeeze it through your panties. Your moaned reverberated in this throat, Tyler groaning against your lips. You were pulled closer to him, your body virtually on top of his at this point. The kisses grew hotter, messily moving against each other, never once ceasing in their efforts to please the other participant.

Tyler pulled away abruptly, blinking down at you, his eyes slightly glazed over from the weed in his system. “Can we try something new?” He asked quietly.

“Of course, T,” you responded, unsure if he heard or not due to the low volume of your voice. He tugged at the hem of your shirt, looking between it and your face as if to ask if it were ok. You giggled, lifting your arms and allowing him to tug the black, off-the-shoulder top you wore that day off your body. He glanced down at your body, the fabric slipping from his fingers to the floor as he gaped at your chest.

“Fuck you’re hot,” he mumbled, a blush rising to your cheeks. You attempted to cover your chest, Tyler catching them before they could. “Nuh uh. You’re beautiful and I want to see every part of you. You know what that means?”

You shook your head, Tyler tugging your strapless bra down, letting your breasts pop out, nipples growing hard in the cool air. His fingers wrapped around one, gently fondling it in his hand. A small noise slipped through his lips, something along the lines of “so soft and perfect” you thought. You openly moaned at the warmth on your chest, Tyler taking it as a sign to continue what he was doing.

His fondling got harder and faster, his head dipping down to wrap his perfectly plump lips around the other, kissing at the hard peak. His tongue flicked at it while he kissed it, pulling away to lap openly at the bud, swirling his tongue in circles around it. Your pussy ached for the same attention, legs rubbing together unconsciously. Tyler was too focused on your breasts to notice, groaning happily as he nipped and sucked at your skin.

His fingers found your shorts, playing with the button on them. He glanced up once, seeing your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling on him on your chest. He grinned against your skin, popping the button on your shorts and slipping his hand into them. His finger rubbed slightly at your clit, a loud mewl hitting his ears. Taking that as a good sign, the pressure on your clit increased, tracing different shapes on the swollen nub.

He finally pulled from your tits, pushing you back onto the couch and tugging the shorts and panties off your legs. A small part of you said this was wrong. You weren’t dating him. You were just coworkers, friends, best friends. Not girlfriend and boyfriend, lovers, a couple of any sort. But the nagging part of you was very small.

Like, .0001% of your body. No bigger than the nail on your pinky toe.

You had dreamed of this more and more the more you snuck around with him, the more things did with each other. You yearned for him, hoping he felt some semblance of the same towards you. You wanted to feel him touch you, to please you. And you hoped that time was now.

He kissed down your stomach, lips wrapping around your clit. Your back arched, moaning loudly from his simple action. His tongue would run along the entirety of your folds a few times before flicking at your nub, your body squirming more and more whenever he did. Your hand found his hair, wrapping around the spikes he had styled today and tugging at them roughly.

“Fuck, T,” was all you could say, your voice overly raspy from the arousal in your system. You tried to get more words out, but all Tyler would understand was ‘Tyler’, ’fucking great’, and ’more’. He smiled against your slit, two fingers finding their way into your pussy. “Fuck!” he heard you say, volume louder than ever.

He had you right where he wanted you.

His fingers pumped fluidly into you, curling just the right amount to send waves of pleasure through your body. It was like he knew exactly where to hit, the tips of his fingers rubbing the most sensitive spots on your pussy walls and pressing into your g-spot every time he thrust back into you. His pushed in and out of you as godly speeds, your body wracked with countless waves of pleasure.

His fingers spread you open wide, his thrusts never once halting in their movements. Your nails scratched at his scalp, yanking at the silky dark locks on his head, moaning his name for his satisfaction. He loved hearing it roll off your tongue with ease, his cock growing harder every time his ears heard your countless sounds. He was determined to please you, his tongue speeding up against your clit, rubbing it in different directions with only one objective in mind.

Making you cum.

“Come on, princess,” he whispered against your clit, his breath hitting the enlarged nub, making your body quake with want. His seductive words met your eardrums, lodging their way into your mind, letting it echo endlessly throughout you. Your breathing picked up, suddenly able to feel every pore in your body seeping with desire. Your walls were clenching around his fingers, contracting with every pump he made. Your head fell back into his couch, back arching with the orgasm that unleashed itself without your consent, your body not arguing the feeling of release. Your juices coated his fingers, slickening them as he pumped the remainder of your orgasm through its cycle.

When he felt you relax, he removed the digits from inside you, licking them clean. “So sweet, just like you,” he muttered, sitting back on the couch. He went to reach for your shorts, not paying attention to you. You rolled off the couch carefully, trying to make little noisy with your shaky body. Your nestled between his legs, pushing them apart roughly. The shorts in his hand slipped from his grip, landing on the couch. His eyes drifted back to you, meeting your smile. “Um… hi?”

“I want to pay you back, T. Please?” You asked, tugging at the shorts he had thrown on for comfort. His mouth fell open, gaping like a fish out of water. Your hands gripped at the waistband, waiting for some indication that he was alright with this. Your mind started to doubt this was right, your hands shaking with hesitation.

“A-alright,” he finally got out, his voice huskier than before. “Just this once, right?” He asked, your head nodding in compliance with his words.

Fuck, you both should have known that was a lie in the end.

Tyler lifted his hips just enough so you could tug the shorts down, his boxers coming with them. His cock sprung free, slapping his clothed stomach upon release. You licked you lips, admiring the well-endowed man in front of you. It had been a while since you had been with anyone, but you knew already, just from the sight, that he was larger, wider, tastier and overall better than any man in your life.

Your fingers wrapped around the shaft, your thumb smearing the precum he had released around the tip. Your friend’s hazy eyes watched you closely, sinking further into the couch to enjoy whatever you had in store. “Damn, princess. You look good holding my cock,” he shot off, no filter shielding his words.

You fought back the blush, stroking him carefully in your hand. It was slow, taunting the Mexican boy easily. He grunted loudly, signaling his displeasure with the slow motion. “Well, would you prefer me holding it, or sucking it?”

He eyed you, laughing to himself. “You want to know what I prefer? I’d prefer it between your beautiful tits after you suck me so I can cum all down your sexy mounds you have,” he muttered.

“Damn, T. That’s deep,” you joked.

“I’m not that deep yet. I’m not inside you.” Damn, the filter was gone thanks to today’s smoke session. He had gone full-blown perverted talk. But you couldn’t deny that you liked it.

You grinned, leaning forward to wrap your lips around the head of his cock, tasting the salty sweet liquid he seeped out for you.  Your tongue swirled around the red tip, Tyler’s groans and grunts steadily growing louder. He felt your lips curl, knowing you were smiling around him. You were enjoying this. You were pumping his shaft, beginning to bob your head in the same rhythm. Your tongue run along every inch of his length, feeling the vein on the underside of his cock pulsing rapidly. Your cheeks hollowed naturally, the feeling around him constricting comfortably. This was the best feeling he had in a while, and it sure as hell beats his hand jerking him off every night.

You pulled away with a small pop, licking along his length a couple times before moving forward, hugging your breasts around his length. You looked down at it, confusion written on your face. Your brow knit together, Tyler chuckling at the expression on your face, finding it adorable and arousing simultaneously.

“Never done a boob job, princess?” He asked. You shyly nodded, kissing the tip of his cock.

“Sorry, T. Maybe this was a bad idea,” you said, beginning to pull away. He shook his head, his hand darting out to stop you.

“Let me take care of it then. Just hold your pretty little self right then, squeeze tight around me, and let me do the work.” His feet planted firmed on the ground, pushing off the balls of his feet to thrust up into your chest. The feel was awkward, you had to admit, but it was strangely hot to feel him between your breasts, the twitching and pulsing of his cock pressing into your skin.

Your watched his face contort with pleasure, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as he thrust himself into your chest. His motions were fast and uneven, but he was focused on getting to his peak. He groaned loudly, reaching with one hand to grip at your hair.

“Suck me, baby,” he grunted out, pushing your face into his tip. You hummed, running your tongue over the slit, savoring his fluids on your taste buds. Your lips wrapped around him, letting him thrust into your chest and mouth. “That’s right, baby. Just like that. Just like that until I’m ready. Then I will paint your tits with my cum,” he mumbled seductively.

You hummed around him, nodding slightly. You had never heard him like this, but you liked hearing it. You let him continue what he was doing, his motions growing sloppy rather quickly. The combined feeling of your lips and tits were too much for him, his breath coming out in hard pants. A few beads of sweat dripped down his brow, his forehead scrunching together.

“Fuck, baby. I’m so close. Fuck, Y/N,” he mumbled to himself. You smiled, pulling away from his tip. Globs of hot, white cum spewed from his tip shortly after, caking your chest in is fluids. Tyler moaned loudly, your name befalling his tongue. He dragged on every syllable of your name, his head falling back to rest on the couch. His thrusts got slowly, completely halting when no more cum spilled out of him.

You pulled away from you, Tyler looking down at you. You were covered in him, and he loved the sight. He wished he could take a picture to remember it forever. You grinned, reaching over to grab a few tissues, cleaning his cock first before cleaning your chest of his release. You watched him twitch, his cock growing softer over time. Standing from your spot, you pulled your shorts back on, collapsing next to him to snuggle into his side. His arm wrapped around you, resting happily on your bare breast.

“That was amazing,” he said, snuggling into your hair. You smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Can you imagine actually having sex?”

You thought about it, opening your mouth to answer until you both heard a knock on the door. “Shit,” you mumbled, tugging your bra back up to cover your chest, slipping your shirt back on. Your costar almost fell off the couch in his attempt to stand, fixing his shorts and hair. He headed for the door, opening it after you gave him a thumbs up, telling him you were good.

Dylan was on the other side, raising an eyebrow. “Again guys? You’re lucky Jeff doesn’t know you are smoking weed all the time. He might physically kill you. I just came to tell you that you are needed on set, Scotty,” Dyl joked, Tyler looking at the time.

“Shit. We lost track of time is all. Thanks D-Balls.” He turned back to you, winking once. “I’ll see ya later, princess.” Tyler rushed off before you could respond, leaving the trailer with Dylan. He smirked at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

“Are you ever going to tell him the truth?” he asked. You shook your head, Dylan frowning. “You guys would be cute together though. I just want my two best friends happy. And to not have them smoke weed without me.”

You cracked a smile, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. “You know the best weed times are with you, Dyl.” But these are special times we can’t share with you. “I promise. No more.”

Blatant lie that was.

Not even a week later, you were stumbling into your trailer, lips attached to Tyler’s, a heated kiss being shared between you guys. This was pure passion at this point. You had one kissing scene and you couldn’t wait for more. You hadn’t even had time to sneak away to smoke anything, yet here you were, kicking your trailer door shut, your heels falling off by the door. Tyler was kicking off his Nikes as he stumbled backwards, falling onto the couch with you on his lap.

“Is this really happening?” he asked, your lips still nearly atop his. “Because I’m not complaining. I always thought the last few times we kissed or even when I fucked your tits, it was because we were smoking. I figured I was bat shit crazy for it. So, is this really happening?”

“Oh, for fucks sake, T. Yes, it’s happening. I have a fucking crush on you and I those kissing scenes made me a little hot and bothered. All I can see is us hiding out in your trailer making out, you fingering me, me sucking you. God, I’ve been waiting for this,” you rambled, leaning in to kiss him again.

He pulled away.

“Wait wait wait. You have a crush on me?” He asked dumbly.

“That’s what you got from that? Tyler Garcia Posey, are you serious right now?”

“What? I’m making sure I’m getting my facts straight first,” he said, his hands meeting your waist. “I just wanted to make sure my feelings were mutual before I stick my cock inside you and make you scream wildly.”

“Mutual?” You asked, finding it was your turn to ask a dumb question. “You like me?”

“That’s what you got from that?” He joked back, tugging your tank top over your head before you could register what he was doing. “Now, are we fucking or not?”

“Oh, we definitely are,” you told him, latching your lips to his. Your tongues fought visibly between your mouths, Tyler place hot kisses to your lips. He tugged you close, his cock pressing into his jeans already. Your kisses were fast and sloppy, but every connection, there was a spark you felt in your being. His lips meshed with yours perfectly, occasionally wrapping around yours to control the kiss the way he wanted.

His fingers fiddled with your bra, struggling to unhook it without disconnecting from your kiss. His groan was eventually drowned by your throat, pulled away so he could unhook the red lacy bra you wore. The straps slid off your arm, Tyler yanking the intrusive material from your chest and throwing it across the room without looking.

He dropped you onto the couch, standing up to remove his shirt and jeans. He nestled himself between your legs, leaning down to kiss you. Except, it was to kiss your breasts, not your lips. His lips wrapped around your hard peak, kissing it roughly, tugging at the bud with his teeth. You moaned his name rather loudly, squirming underneath him. His wet appendage lapped at the bud, flicking it in different directions. His hand cupped the other breast, pinching the nipple, massaging the mound between his fingers.

He swapped breasts, kissing at the other one, leaving red marks all along your chest. His fingers went to your shorts, popping the button on them with ease, especially compared to your bra. He pushed them down your hip, your ass wiggling to help get them off your legs. Your panties went with them, leaving you completely bare under him.

“T, I don’t want to waste time. No foreplay,” you told him, seeing him glance up at you. “Just the good stuff.”

“Good stuff?” He asked, a hint of sass in his tone. “You mean cock in pussy?”

“I mean me screaming your name. Duh,” you stated, Tyler laughing at your response.

“One in the same, princess,” he stated calmly, kicking his boxers off and letting his cock spring free, already fully erect in front of you. “Because you won’t be able to resist screaming for me once this one is inside you.”

“Well, what are you waiting you?” You asked, putting on your sexiest voice. Your opened your legs as wide as you could, Tyler’s eyes widening at the sight. “I’m ready for you, T.”

“Um, c-condom?” he asked.

“Pill. Don’t make me say it again. Dick. In. Pussy. Now.”

The man above you didn’t hesitate a second time. He jostled forward, pushing your legs back, spreading them further apart. The tip pressed to your folds, his hips jerking forward, allowing himself to slide inside your already wet pussy until he was fully sheathed. Your moans filled the trailer in harmony.

Tyler’s fingers dig into your legs, giving you the shortest moment to adjust before pulling back, nearly coming free before sliding back inside, your moan dragged out the entire time. He started slow, obviously teasing you, but he couldn’t keep that up for long. He was too impatient, and you knew that.

It wasn’t long before he was speeding up, pistoning himself inside of you. The sound of your sweaty, slapping skin filled the hot air around you, your moans joining the noise occasionally. The tip of his cock tapped your cervix, pressing against your sweet spot with ease. The friction, regardless of how wet you were, against your walls sent your sense overboard, your walls closing around him spontaneously. Tyler groaned whenever you did, his cock twitching inside you in response.

He dropped your legs, dark bruises already forming from where he was holding you. He leaned forward, kissing at your lips a couple times before burying his face in your neck. His thrusts sped up, if that was even possible. He was already pounding you like a beast. He just added in the speed of a god. The way his hips rolled against yours sent shivers up your spine, his pelvis rubbing your clit perfectly every time he thrust forward. Your moans went straight into his ear, the man above you grinning at the sound.

His lips met your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft spot at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. You were bound to have countless hickeys there come tomorrow considering his reckless attack. Make up was bound to give you a hard time, that’s for sure.

Your hands wrapped loosely around him, fingers tangling into his locks. You scraped at his scalp, tugging at his hair with reckless abandon. You didn’t care if it hurt or if he liked it. You needed something to grab at, to exert some kind of release on without your own release exploding through your body like fire.

Tyler pulled from your neck, moving your legs to wrap tightly around his waist. His thrusts were growing sloppier, his panting becoming ragged. Your eyes locked with his, staring into his dark brown eyes. No words needed, just tugging him down to meet your lips, sharing an intimate kiss. He grunted against your lips, tilting his head to the side to kiss you happily. His motions grew weaker, breaking the kiss to gasp as his cock sputtered, spilling every bit of his load inside you. The feeling of his hot juices inside you spurred your own release, your juices mixing with his. Your walls clenched around him, feeling his length twitching inside you as he spilled the last bit of his seed into you. His thrusts slowed, gently riding out your highs together.

Your bodies relaxed, Tyler pulling out slowly and collapsing on the couch behind you. You laid on your sides, his arm wrapping around your waist and hugging you close. His nose buried into your hair, grinning into it. “That was beyond amazing,” he mumbled.

“Yes, it was,” you replied, turning to face him better. “This isn’t the only time though, right? I don’t like the one-time things.”

“We never followed through with it anyway,” he chuckled, peppering your cheek with kisses. You giggled, letting your fingers lace with his.

The door was kicked over, Dylan waltzing in. His eyes locked on your naked formed, instantly covering his eyes and turning around. “I saw nothing, I swear.”

Tyler tugged the blanket you kept on the back of the couch over your bodies, shaking his head. You hugged the cloth close, hiding your face it in. “You know, you can always knock, D-Balls,” Tyler told him.

“Well, you guys can go home to fuck like a normal couple,” he said back, turning to you both. You shared a glance with Tyler, shrugging your shoulders. Dylan shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “You guys still haven’t gotten together. Seriously?”

“You see, we admitted feelings? But never took the time to say we were a couple?” Tyler said, his statements coming out more as questions. Dylan gave him a blank stare, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Really? You guys have been sneaking around to smoke weed, without me might I add still, and getting all lovey dovey for weeks, but you can’t start dating like normal people?”

You poked your head out from the blanket, staring at your other best friend. “You knew we were sneaking around?”

“I’m not stupid. I’m the only one that realized what was going on. I just wanted say anything because I wanted my friends happy and together finally. I’m tired of hearing you complain about the other,” Dyl stated, leaning on the wall. “Plus, Posey is a shitty drunk and mentioned you tit fucking him.”

Your mouth fell open, slapping Tyler on the chest. “Seriously?!”

Tyler stared down at you, blushing madly. “I-I don’t even remember telling him that.”

“Shitty drunk, Tpose. You have no idea,” Dylan said, turning to leave. “I was going to ask if you guys wanted to go to the bar, but you’re busy. Maybe another time. And fucking date already. If not for your sake, for mine. Then I know you guys are sneaking around to fuck because you guys are cute together. And save the weed for our apartment!”

Dylan left, shutting the door before he got a response. Tyler rubbed his face with his hands, sighing. “I’m so sorry. I don’t even remember telling him. And I was going to ask-“

“Yes, I will be your girlfriend,” you cut him off, twisting around to kiss him.

“Well, that’s nice,” he mumbled when you pulled away, his lips skimming against yours. “I was going to ask if you wanted to get dinner though. I’m starved and I haven’t even smoked today.” You gave him a dull look, Tyler laughing. “Fine, fine! I love you, don’t hate me. You are the best girlfriend ever.”

You rolled off the couch, Tyler watching your cute, round ass shuffling around to gather all your clothes.

“Damn straight, bitch. I’m the best there is,” you told him, giving him a wink. “Now get changed. You owe me dinner.”

Yup, never regretted this for a second. If you had to choose to do it again, you would sneak around with him again in a heartbeat. Maybe next time though, Dylan O’Brien wouldn’t try to cockblock you.

[jj-5656]

Anchor

With; Stiles Stilinski

A/N: Alright folks, it’s official! A brand new monthly obsession has commenced! That means I’ve found another series that only had an active fandom years ago and I’m just writing about it now! Gotta love my timing, enjoy!💙

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety (Bc it’s stiles) also my cringey description of kissing (ignorance is NOT bliss btw)

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The booming music fills Stile’s ears as he darts his eyes to look over his peers making sheer fools of themselves and collectively tearing up Lydia’s house. All their voices blend together into one distracting background noise, and the teen does all he can to focus on the pack having conversation amongst the living room couches. Their an established crew compared to the drunken crowd around them, and it’s comforting to be able to focus on them rather than the overwhelming atmosphere. Isaac rambles on about one of the group’s outrageous adventures while the rest of you laugh along amusedly at Allison’s matter-of-fact corrections to his dramatic retelling. It’s nice to be able to look back and laugh at one of the many semi-traumatic experiences for once, and Stiles is grateful for the distraction. Nodding along with a smile when Scott shoots an eye roll his way at a detail Isaac has definitely over exaggerated.

You’re also invested in the blonde’s story, taking a sip of the semi-warm beer in hand and chuckling when Lydia adds in a witty comeback to Isaac’s playful dig at her. You’re sat in Stile’s lap, having been shocked when your boyfriend pulled you into his embrace the hour before, seeing as there were no more available seats on the couches. You guys aren’t usually the type to express any PDA, and although the position is casual, his eagerness to have you resting atop of him in front of all your other classmates was a bit of a shock. Nonetheless, it puts you at ease to have his arms around you, muttering a sarcastic comment in your ear every now and then to keep the both of you invested. Despite his usually commentary, you can tell he’s not feeling too well. You’re not a supernatural, lacking the ability to smell fear or anxiety off of anyone. Yet, when it comes to your friends you happen to be able to sense even the slightest changes in demeanor. Of course, your long time best friend-more recently turned boyfriend can’t do anything to hide his anxiety from you. Your concerns are confirmed when you feel his hand intertwine with yours, tracing over each of your fingers and muttering numbers to himself that’s barely audible to anyone but him. He’s counting, tallying each of your fingers in his mind in order to ground himself. He often does it during or before a panic attack, but occasionally just to ease mild anxiety. Your stomach drops in sadness at his actions, twisting even more when he offers a kind smile in response to your worried expression. Still naive to your knowledge of his emotions, he feigns a happy expression as to not worry you. It’s heartbreaking to know he pretends to be fine as to not bother those around him, convinced his feelings are a burden for some inconceivable reason.

“Can we go upstairs for a bit? It’s kinda loud down here, and it’s sort of killing my buzz.” You speak quietly into his ear, not wanting to draw attention to the pair of you. You ignore his incredulous expression, wiggling out of his lap and pulling him up from his seated position towards the stairs.

“Am I boring you y/l/n?”

“Yes Lahey. I’ve just realized your head is so far up you ass, only bullshit is capable of escaping your mouth.” An amused smile sets on your face when the group erupts in laughter at your playful banter. Confident attitude immediately leaving your aura when Lydia shouts amongst the laughter.

“Sex is only permitted on the guest bed!” Her voice echoes throughout the living room, your cheeks heating when a number of eyes fall onto you and Stiles ascending the steps. Only tugging on the boys arm harder when he offers an awkward thumbs up to the whoops coming from some of the teens at Lydias comment.

Flopping onto the bed, you outstretch your arms towards your boyfriend, grinning triumphantly when he joins you amongst the silk comforter and excessive amount of throw pillows.

“Why did we come up here again?” He asks curiously, tension immediately leaving his shoulders when you begin to run your nails over his scalp from his head’s position atop your stomach.

“I told you, all the noise was ruining my buzz.”

“You’ve had one beer.”

“So?”

“Y/n, you can practically out-drink Scott.” His brown eyes narrow at your shitty excuse, hand coming up to catch your wrist and pull your hand from his hair in order to grab your full attention. You shift under his gaze, pulling from his grip to fix the now messy chocolate brown stands away from his face.

“I wanted to make sure you were alright.” You mutter simply, continuing to play with his hair to avoid his eyes.

“I’m fine.” His voice falters as he speaks, defensive tone unmasking any feigned casualty he’s attempted. You shoot him a look, accusing eyes softening when shuffles deeper into the mattress uncomfortably. “Really, I’m okay.” His tone is solemn, a sad try at reassuring you.

“Sti, you can tell me when you aren’t feeling well.”

“I know.”

“Then why don’t you?”

“Because I’d be telling you all the fucking time!” He doesn’t shout, but his tone is suddenly stern and aggressive. Enough to make you jump just the slightest in surprise. His head snaps towards you, and he immediately sits up. Shuffling towards the edge of the bed so his legs hit the floor, hands running over his face with an exasperated sigh.

“Sorry. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that.” He grabs your hand that’s resting beside you, pulling it into his lap and intertwining his fingers with yours as another apology before elaborating. “It’s just easier to not tell anyone sometimes. I get all snappy and shitty when I feel this way.”

“Noted.” You tease softly, scooting across the covers to sit closer to him when he forces a huff of air through his nostrils and smile at your words.

“You don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve to spoken to in that way.” He adds sternly, eyes meeting yours as a silent promise to not do it again.

“I can handle a little attitude Stiles.” You assure sweetly, arms running over his shoulders and crossing around his neck to hug him from behind.

“But you don’t have to. It’s just-everything gets to be too much sometimes. Even if I want to have fun, let loose or whatever...I just get this feeling that nothing is real, or everyone’s watching me. It’s suffocating sometimes. I don’t know, I just wanna be...Normal, I guess.” His hands run over your arms as he rambles, eyebrows narrowing in question when you scramble around his torso and wiggle under his arms to straddle his lap. Placing your hands on the sides of his face to grab his full attention.

“Hey. You’re not the only paranormal one in this group. Scott and Isaac have fangs, and Lydia has voices in her head that lead her to dead bodies for god sakes. So if it’s anyone in this town that are boring and mundane, it’s you and me. And you know what? I’m totally cool with not having hair all over my body and going crazy on a full moon, and you should be too.”

“You know what I mean.” Despite his unamused tone, a smile pulls at his lips whilst he listens to you. You’re adorable, perched in his lap and rambling on about how in this town, it’s much better off to not be paranormal like the rest of your friends. Seeing as their abilities have dragged all of you into a plethora of deadly (albeit bonding) situations.

“Okay, alright. I get it, we’re both terribly boring. Thank you for the confidence boost.” He remarks idly, chuckling at your proud expression when you cease your rant. Placing a chaste kiss to his lips and then his jaw before moving to get off of his lap. He pulls you back into him, contemplating how he could possibly thank you for always making him feel at ease. Being his anchor

“You’re too good to me, you know. I should be the one taking care of you.”

“Love is a two way street Stilinski.”

“You love me?”

“Mhm.” His eyes are wide, shocked you’ve said it as if you were talking about where you’d want to go for dinner. He envies your stoic nature, wishing he’d been able to keep as calm and carefree as you all the time.

“Look, now you have me being all lovey-dovey and gross. Besides, it seems like things are dying down out there, want to get out of here?” Before he can respond, you’re wiggling out from under him and pulling him up from the bed. Heading through the hallway and down the stairs before saying your goodbyes to the pack and leading him towards the Jeep. The party hasn’t calmed down whatsoever, and he knows you’ve only said it as a lame excuse to take him away from the anxiety-inducing situation. He feels his heart swell impossibly bigger, in disbelief at your understanding. You’re too good to him.

“Ice cream?” You ask hopefully, sweet smile melting his heart when he nods, pulling out from the curb and headed down the street.

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“Chocolate? Stiles, after all the shit we go through I thought you’d have gone for something a little less basic.”

“Oh, and mint chocolate chip isnt basic?”

“Maybe, but it’s at least objectively better than chocolate.”

“It tastes like toothpaste.”

“That’s just a bad take, anyone who says that needs to brush their teeth more.” You shake your head in distaste, giving a sarcastic smile to the taller boy holding open the Jeep door for you. Rolling your eyes when he jogs to the other side and clumsily climbs into the drivers seat. He reaches to put the key in ignition, but hesitates before sitting back in his seat and looking you over. You cock your head to the side in silent question, plastic spoon protruding from your puffed cheeks. He chuckles to himself at your goofy demeanor, oblivious as to why he’s not begun driving you home.

“What?”

“I just-Thank you. For understanding, I know you were looking forward to the party.”

You hum thoughtfully before responding, “not as much as this ice cream though. Food over partying, always.” You retort matter of factly, pointing your spoon at him for emphasis. You go for another bite, dropping the cold utensil back into the plastic bowl before raising your brows at the brunette ogling at you.

“Alright, is there something on my face and you’re not telling me-”Before you can finish, he’s connected his lips to yours in a desperate kiss, holding the side of your face to him adamantly.

As if it weren’t already obvious, the boy isn’t too good with words. Brain always moving too fast for things to come out smoothly. It’s always...disconnected, and usually pretty frustrating when he’s trying to explain his feelings. So, he puts all that he’s thinking, all that he’s trying to say into the embrace. Filling it with more passion before you can even process his spurratic movements. He pulls away with a huff, lips swollen and out of breath before grimacing.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” You stutter out softly, still trying to process it all before he shakes his head with a laugh.

“Nothing it’s just, you taste like mint chocolate chip.”

“You’re actually the worst. Kiss me like that and start laughing at your own stupid joke.” You roll your eyes at his cocky expression, running your tongue across your lips to try and savor the lingering sensation he’s left you with.

“I love you.”

“I know. Eyes on the road stilinski.” You smile to yourself at his words, using the tips of your fingers on his jaw to push his head towards the road ahead of you.

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You try to remember his eyes, how the chocolate brown color glowed in the moonlight that night in the car. It’s impossible now, to decipher if the shaken boy in front of you is real. If the boy, the shell in front of you is your love. The nogitsune had successfully tricked each and every one of you by now, and you couldn’t afford to fall for it again.

You watch intently as Melissa examines him as he lies on Scott’s bed, hands trembling as she shines a small flashlight in his eyes and checks his pulse. All is silent as she works, the crickets chirping outside being the only reminder of ordinary life outside of the room. It’s too painful, to continue to recall Lydia’s party or getting ice cream, hearing him say he loved you for the first time. You’d figure it’d be easier to tell if the Stiles in front of you is the same hyperactive, lovable best fried you’d always known him to be. And not the void that had been the one to cause the multiple bruises currently scattered over your neck. You swallow thickly at the thought, rubbing your hand over the now green and yellow finger imprints on the sides of your throat. Shaking away the memory of the possessed boy constricting your airway and attempting to squeeze out any and all life within you. That had been two days ago, but the terror still lingered throughout your body. Your movements falter when you realize he’s staring at you, face contorted in complete guilt and pain. He looked utterly broken, and you wondered even if this was the real Stiles, how could he possibly ever be the same? Your eyes dart away from his as quickly as they meet, focusing your attention to Melissa when she breaks the torturous silence.

“Well, medically you seem okay. You’re definitely a real person.” She chuckles softly at her own attempt of a joke, looking between you and Stiles with a forced smile before he replies.

“Okay, so I’m real. But am I really me?” His voice is hoarse and raspy, nothing like his usual lively self. It breaks your heart, hearing the utter exhaustion in his words. Desperate for an answer, you sit beside Melissa on the edge of the bed. Shooting her a worried look when she gets up to leave the room.

“I figured I’d give you two a moment of privacy before Scott comes to tell us when the Oni arrive. Did you want me to stay?” She asks you quickly, afraid she’s made you nervous at the thought of leaving you alone with him. You look to Stiles before replying. Observing how hurt he looks with the thought that you’d be scared to be with him by yourself.

“I’ll be okay.” You mumble weakly, swallowing the burning lump in your throat before giving her a small nod.

“I’ll be right outside if you need me.” She assures, looking hesitantly at the both of you before heading out into the hall.

“I don’t want to be alone with you. I can’t trust myself.” He utters quietly, looking up to the ceiling and hurriedly wiping at the tears escaping his eyes.

“I need to know that it’s really you.”

“That’s what the Oni are for. Besides, I don’t even know if I’m me, how could you?” His voice cracks as he speaks, bloodshot eyes finally looking into yours, trailing down to study the bruising on your neck with a trembling bottom lip. “I remember everything I did. I remember doing that to you. Him forcing me to do it.” His hand lifts from its place on the bed to gesture subtly towards your neck, immediately dropping when you flinch away from even his slightest movement. Somehow, his expression breaks even more at your instinctive shy away from him. Despite the circumstances, you feel guilt rush over you.

“I want it to be you. I really want to be able to trust you. I just want my best friend back Stiles. I miss you so much. But I can’t even trust my own judgement. I look at you and I just...I was so sure it was you, but then he grabbed me and-”

“Please.” Is all he can say, pleading with you to no longer speak about the week’s previous events. Unable to cease the warm tears streaming down his face at how scared you look to be next to him. “I can’t even hold you. I can’t even tell you it’ll be alright. I should be the one taking care of you.” He stutters sorrowfully, shaking his head and rubbing at his eyes once more. Your eyes narrow at his words, the familiarity of the last line pulling at your brain. The same thing he said that night at Lydia’s house, he wanted to take care of you. It’s then, you notice him staring at your fingers, muttering to himself. He’s counting, tallying each finger to remind himself that he isn’t dreaming, and instead only living this nightmare. It’s then, you realize it’s him. It’s your Stiles

With a choked sob, you throw yourself onto the boy in a fit of emotion. Only hugging him tighter when he gently tries to push you off of him.

“You can’t. We don’t know if-”

“It’s you. I promise it’s you, you’re real Stiles.” You stutter out the words into his neck, relief washing over you when his arms hesitantly wrap around your waist.

“A-are you sure? I’m really me?” He chokes out quietly, holding you tighter when you nod.

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

“We still have to let the Oni test me-”

“I know, just...One more minute.” You move even closer into him, squeezing his trembling form in order to savor the moment. Willing away each and every doubt or worry in your mind. Just one more minute. Another few seconds to not have to worry about defeating the nogitsune, or saving your friends, saving Stiles. Just one more minute

[intoanothermind]

Starbucks - Dylan O’Brien

Word Count: 1.491

- Dylan O’Brien x reader

Synopsis: It’s your birthday and your best friend surprises you with a meeting with your favourite cast.

Masterlist

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I opened the door of my favourite Starbucks and sighed at the warmth of the heater welcoming me. Los Angeles was not as cold as the northern cities, but for a Brazilian, 60° F was basically enough for me to almost freeze to death. I went straight to the counter and, like every day, mentally thanked it for being too small to be known to many people.

“Same as usual, shorty?” Asked Kenny, the clerk and the first person I met when I arrived. I didn't like the nickname very much, but he never pronounced my name correctly.

“The usual.” I answered, smiling.

It didn’t take much time, Kenny soon handed me the frappuccino and three chocolate muffins that I liked so much. I walked to one of the last tables, preparing for the two hours I'd be waiting there until Kenny's shift was over so we could go to college together. Today, for some reason, I sat facing the other tables, not with my back to them as was the usual. I automatically took my laptop out of my backpack and turned it on. I liked to spend that time eating muffins while watching some episodes of some TV shows. My addiction has always been Teen Wolf since an old friend showed it to me. Of course I was already fan of some of the actors, but seeing that Dylan O'Brien played my favourite character only made me complain about not having met the TV show before.

I spent my time there watching the last episode released when I heard the door open and the sound of laughter caught my attention. I already knew the faces of most of the people passing by at that time, but those laughs were unfamiliar to me. I paused the episode and took off the earphones. When I lift my face, I freeze. Tyler Posey, Holland Roden, Shelley Henning, Cody Christian and, the reason my heart skipped some beats, Dylan O 'Brien. They all talked to Kenny while they waited for his requests, looking like his friends.

“God damn it.” swore in Portuguese, as my first reaction.

Unfortunately (or fortunately, I don’t know, I was still confused), it ended up drawing the Dylan’s attention, who nudged Cody, whispered something to him and pointed discreetly to me.

“Shit, shit, shit!” was all I could think of. Living in Los Angeles, I knew there was a possibility of meeting someone famous, but seeing the actor I was always in love with just a few feet from me made me a little desperate. I could only think of how I could run away so as not to embarrass myself in front of them and that's what I did.

I hated to stop an episode in half, but I didn't think twice before turning off my laptop and putting it back in my bag with my notebooks and worksheets. I took advantage that I had already paid Kenny the frappuccino and muffins I had eaten and tried to go as discreetly as possible. When I heard, however, my name being called, I realized that my whole plan went downhill. I turned, mentally cursing my luck, and I saw them all staring at me while Kenny was going around the counter and approaching me.

“Where are you going?” He asked, frowning.

I blushed to feel the gaze of those actors on me, especially Dylan.

“I... Uh...” I thought quickly of an excuse to get out of there. “I remembered that I had to... talk to my photography teacher!” I practically threw up the words out of my mouth, but the lie in my tone was clear.

“Let me introduce you to my friends first, you'll still have time to talk to Mr. Fitzpatrick.” He said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders so he could drag me back.

I just wondered how much Kenny was the son of a bitch. He knew I was a fan of them.

“So, guys, this one is the Brazilian friend I talked about.” I blushed instantly under their gazes, and all I wanted was to be able to kill Kenny slowly and painfully.

“Hi.” I stammered as I waved, still stuck to the ground, frozen.

I saw a giant smile spread on Holland's lips and she came to me.

“My God, you are cutest fan I've ever seen!”

Holland hugged me and I relaxed almost immediately. Her hug was more comforting than I thought it would be. They all hugged me, and when I reached Dylan, I froze. I didn't want to look rude, but I felt like all my body was shaking. I spent so many years imagining that scene and now it seemed so unreal! Dylan seemed to notice my nervousness, for he smiled at me as if trying to get comfort. I stepped forward and hugged him as tightly as I could, and I knew I could barely breathe because of my nervousness. He squeezed me back in his arms and I felt like I might faint right there. I didn't want to let go of him, but when I did, I had a huge smile on my lips.

“Happy?” Asked Kenny, smiling when he saw me with my shoulders still wrapped around Dylan's arm. They all laughed at the sight of my flushed cheeks. “They always come here in the morning before they go to the studio, but I asked them to come here tonight. Happy birthday, shorty!”

I knew he would remember, but I didn't expect such a surprise. I hugged my friend, thrilled.

“Thank you, Kenny!” I murmured, still hugging him.

“You deserve it.” He said releasing me.

“Time to get the cake, what do you think, Kenny?!” Cody suggested, and I widened my eyes.

“Didn’t you have to talk with the teacher?” He turned to me with a sarcastic look.

I smiled tidily. “Mr. Fitzpatrick can wait.”

He chuckled and went to the kitchen. Tyler went to Starbucks entrance, closing it shortly after. Holland held my hand will and Shelley, leading us towards a table.

“Kenny talked so much about you! I feel like we were already friends!”

She spoke in a way so similar to Lydia that I couldn't help but laugh with Shelley. Tyler, Cody and Dylan sat around me. Kenny arrived shortly after, with a chocolate cake and singing of “happy birthday”. I just could smile.

And I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so happy.

~ * ~

 One year later

 I opened the door of my favourite Starbucks and went to Kenny with a big smile on my lips. He finished getting a old lady’s order and laughed when he saw me.

“What are you doing here, girl?!” He asked, laughing.

I rolled my eyes and pulled our research out of my bag.

“Stop being ungrateful!” I laugh too. “I'm not going to college today, but I needed to give you our work.”

Kenny took the job from my hand and practically kicked me out.

“Bye, shorty, I know you want to go there with your sweetheart.” He scoffed, and I couldn't help but laughing at the way he said it. “By the way, happy birthday.” He kissed my cheek.

I thanked him and quickly left, heading straight for the passenger seat of the car parked in front of Starbucks.

“And you, ready for the date?” Dylan asked from the driver's seat.

I looked at him, smiling. It was amazing how my whole life changed after my last birthday. I never imagined that I would become friends with the cast of my favourite TV show - much less than a few months later, Dylan would ask me out and today we would be dating.

“I'm excited to know what surprise you have prepared for today.” I answered him, smiling.

Dylan flashed that smile that I once admired only from pictures. I could stay there a whole day, admiring his hazel eyes and his beauty marks. He, however, didn’t seem to agree, for he soon pulled me in for a kiss. When we broke apart, I was breathless.

“Happy birthday, love.” He murmured hoarsely against my lips.

“Thanks, babe.” I said, depositing a long peck on his lips before pulling away.

Dylan put the car to work while I buckled up the seatbelt. He held my hand on my thigh and I intertwined our fingers. Usually I was very nervous when it involved surprises for me. At that moment, however, I was relaxed.

Being with Dylan was the most important.

[imagineseclipse]

Stiles Stilinski x Reader-Remember Her

Warning:None

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader(eventually)

Part 1

Summary: The Ghost Riders have taken y/n instead of Stiles and one by one the McCall Pack dive into their own minds to try and remember her. Whoever she was.

A/N: This is a little series I’m working on I hope you enjoy part 2. Also any writing that looks like this is a flashback.

You couldn’t keep track of time in this place, how long had it been twenty-four hours, a week maybe? There was no way of telling. The only thing you knew for definite was that people from Beacon Hills were getting taken left right and centre because the train station was filling up rapidly.

You thought about your friends, had they remembered you- well if they had then you’d be out of this place. You turned to your right, an elderly lady sat in a world of her own, but she noticed your gaze and she smiled gently at you. Leaning towards you.

“Hello dear, how are you?”she greeted you warmly.

“Hi Miss, I’m doing great how are you?”you lifted your lip into a small smile, not wanting to rain on her parade.

“You called me Miss, making me feel young again”she laughed out, resting her fragile arm on yours.

“I’m off to see my brother after forty years”she explained, lifting her hand towards the train times above your head. You didn’t have the heart to tell her the truth so you played along.

“That’s lovely, he’ll be happy to see you I bet”you nodded along happily.

“Do you have a brother?”The lady asked. You shook your head.

“I’m an only child, but I do have a brother well he’s the closest thing I have to a brother anyway”your smile fell into a sad frown.

“Hey Scott, I know your bikes in the garage do you still need a ride home?”you called out casually patting your friend on the back.

Scott turned away from his locker, his eyebrows furrowing as his eyes landed on you.

“Uh- I don’t want to offend you or anything but I don’t ride with strangers”Scott offered you a confused smile.

“Ha that’s a funny one, I like it”you faked a laugh as you leant against the locker next to his.

“Look I’m sorry- what’s your name?”Scott asked sympathetically.

“Seriously Scott?”you laughed.

“If I’ve led you on I’m sorry but I’m just not interested in dating you”he apologised shutting his locker.

Your eyes widened. He was acting seriously weird.

“What?! No! Ew I just offered you a ride home I’ll be waiting in the car feel free to join me when you stop being weird”you grimaced as you sending your friend a confused stare before retreating down the hall.

Over in the bunker Scott was settled down in his seat, staring forwards at the candle that stood alone in the middle of the table.

“You know how this works, right Scott?”Lydia asked.

“Sure I just look for the memories”Scott nodded.

“And remember your surroundings might be a little different to Malia’s, all of our minds are different”Lydia advised, making sure Scott was on board before she started the procedure.

He took a deep breath before closing his eyes. When he came to he was stood in the animal clinic where he worked.

“What do you see Scott?”Lydia spoke out.

“I’m surrounded by cages, for the animals- I’m at the animal clinic”he informed her.

“Okay open one”she continued.

Scott bent down, kneeling on the floor as he hesitantly opened one of the cages around him.

“Thanks for giving me a ride on the first day back, you’re seriously saving my life”you yawned, leaning back on Scott’s sofa.

“It’s the least I can do, you gave me rides to school everyday last year”Scott smiled over as he packed his backpack.

“And...”you looked up at him accusingly.

“And I just wanted to show you my new car”Scott grinned.

“Technically it’s your moms car, she’s just letting you borrow it”you sang out.

“Don’t tell any of the girls at school that”Scott groaned.

“Because the girls are just falling at your feet in large groups aren’t they Scotty boy”you teased.

“They will be, this years going to be different”Scott promised.

“You said that last year, and the year before that- in fact I’m pretty sure you’ve said that for the past seven years”you raised your eyebrows as you flicked through a magazine, waiting for Scott to get his things in order.

“This year I’m making first line, I will do it”Scott announced proudly, pointing his finger in your direction.

“I know you will, and when you do you’ll be great”you encouraged him as you stood from your seat, handing Scott his bag. He thanked you before making his way over to his bedroom door.

“Aren’t you forgetting something”you caught his attention. He spun on his heel, watching you roll your eyes.

“Not gonna make first line without this are you, in fact I’m pretty sure you won’t even make it to school without it”you tapped your foot, throwing his inhaler over to him. Your eyebrows twitching after seeing him catch it perfectly. Which was very unlike Scott.

Scott closed the cage, still not feeling like he’d remembered enough he moved to the next one. Hoping to find more memories of you.

“Scott, you’re not alone. You must be terrified and confused but you’re not alone I need you to remember that”you leant towards Scott shaking him out of his daze.

“I’m a werewolf, you guys were right I’m a monster”he cried out. You shook your head vigorously.

“You are not a monster Scott, I’ve known you my whole life and you are not a monster. You are my friend Scott, you are my brother and nothing will ever change that”you reassured him.

Scott’s heart dropped as he closed the cage, you had been there from the very beginning. The start of it all. He moved to the next cage door not wanting to waste a second more.

“Will you get that Scott I’m just putting away the medical tape”you shouted across the animal clinic as you disappeared into the store cupboard leaving Scott to open the door to whoever was pummelling their fists against it.

Seconds later Scott rushed into the cupboard, shutting it quickly.

“Well who was it?”you called over your shoulder, reaching up to tidy one of the shelves you’d messed up.

“It’s Allison”he breathed out panicked.

“Allison as in the new girl? The one you have a crush on?”your eyebrow raised, a smirk growing on your face as you turned to face a very red cheeked Scott McCall.

“The same one, yes”Scott sent you a pleading look.

“Oh would you look at that, my shift is over and I have somewhere I really need to be”you chirped knowingly.

“But it’s a Saturday you don’t have any- you stared blankly at your not so smart best friend.

“Enjoy your evening my friend, and do me a favour”you grinned as you patted him on the shoulder.

“What’s that?”Scott asked expectantly.

“Ask Allison to Lydia’s party”you wiggled your eyebrows before leaving.

Scott dropped his hand to his side, you had been the one to set him and Allison up in the first place. You worked together in the clinic, spending most of your summers there earning money.

Your eyes glossed over as you approached the school bus. A figure stood still in front of it had caught your attention outside of the motel. As you drew closer you noticed it was Scott, he was under the spell you could tell by that empty look in his eyes.

In his hands he clutched a lit flare, he was covered from head to toe in gasoline. You gulped, a lump forming in your throat as you stepped towards him carefully.

“No, no no there’s no way”you mumbled as you held out your hand.

“There’s no hope”Scott cried out.

“Scott, this isn’t you I know it isn’t because you were the one who taught me that there is hope”you disagreed with him.

“There’s always hope”Allison continued.

“Not for me, Not for Derek”Scott was being tortured by the guilt.

“It wasn’t your fault Scott, Derek wasn’t your fault there was nothing you could do- it’s like you hold the weight of the world on your shoulders but you don’t have to do it alone we’re here to help you hold that weight. I’m here to help you Scott”you tried to stop him from hurting himself, tears falling down your face.

Scott began to register everyone’s words, clutching the flare closer to himself. The feeling of dread still running through his veins.

“Look, if you’re going to do this then I’m sorry but as your lifelong wing woman I think I’m gonna have to join you”you decided, stepping into the gasoline, followed closely by your other friends.

As Scott closed the door to the cage he felt like he’d let you down, he remembered that you were willing to die with him and he couldn’t even remember your existence. After everything you’d been through he had forgotten you.

“Scott?”Lydia checked in on him, worried as he’d been awfully quiet.

“I need more time”Scott requested as he opened the next cage.

“I don’t like this plan, but it’s the only way we can keep everyone safe whilst keeping an eye on the deadpool”Scott informed his pack who stood listening closely.

“Y/n, what do you think about the plan?”Scott turned to you.

“Me? It doesn’t matter what I think you’re the alpha and whatever you decide I’ll be right behind you- we all will be right behind you. I trust you”you replied quickly.

Within seconds Scott was opening yet another door.

“Where is she mom?! Where is y/n what the hell happened?!”Scott cursed as he fought his way towards the room you had been transferred to. Melissa gripped onto his arm gently, trying to calm him down as she guided him away from the front entrance.

“It’s okay, I’m looking after her you know I wouldn’t let anything happen to her”she promised under hushed tones, settling her son down in the seat outside y/n’s room.

“I should have been there mom”Scott pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You’re here now that’s all that matters, I’m sure she won’t hold it against you c’mon this is y/n we’re talking about”Ms.McCall stared forwards into your room checking up on you.

“I remember when the two of you were kids, y/n would run around with this doll that her mother had brought for her. She was infatuated with it and she never let it out of her sight. One day the two of you were playing in the backyard and you must’ve broken the head off this doll. Y/n forgave you in seconds, in fact I’m pretty sure she got angry with everyone else”Melissa reminisced, smiling lightly at the thought of you two being young again.

“The two of you, you’re pretty solid. You have been for years”Melissa left him with that thought before gaining the attention of one of her colleagues.

At this point Scott had remembered everything, you were his sister, not by blood but the two of you were soul siblings. You always had faith in him even when he didn’t have faith in himself. But inside he felt like a memory was missing, something important a moment that made him realise that the two of you would always be family no matter what.

He grew closer to the final memory, knowing that this was it.

You wiped your sleeve underneath your eyes, trying to wipe away an evidence that you’d been crying. Truth was you had been sobbing, for days on end. You couldn’t let Scott see you like this, you didn’t want him to think you were weak.

Melissa didn’t need to say anything as she opened the door, she simply brought you in for a tight hug and that was all you needed as she led you into the McCall house like she had done a million times before.

“He’s in the kitchen”Melissa motioned towards the kitchen door. You silently thanked her as you made your way towards Scott who was sat with his head burried in his hands.

You hadn’t seen much of him recently, not that you were blaming him everyone had taken their space for a while.

“Scott?”your voice came out hoarse and broken, watching as the alpha lifted his head revealing his own sore eyes, he hadn’t slept in days and it showed.

His eyes welled up with tears as soon as he caught sight of you and your lip began to tremble as you stormed towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His body vibrated in your arms as you cradled him, the two of you breaking down together.

“I know, I know”you sobbed, your head falling into his brown hair.

“I could have saved her, I could have saved Allison”he choked.

“Scott, Allison died knowing that we all loved her. You can’t blame yourself every time because it’s not your fault. I’m not going to sit by and let unnecessary guilt eat away at you. You can’t save everyone”You rubbed his back gently as he continued to cry.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around, you’re all hurting too and I just disappeared on you”Scott continued to apologise.

“Stop saying sorry, you need to be selfish sometimes-you’ve just lost your true love Scott, it’s okay to grieve it’s okay to cry and be angry you can’t always be the one to look after us”you explained, wiping your tear stained cheeks.

“We’ve got you Scott, I got you, just let us look after you for once”you felt Scott nod his head slowly and the two of you sat together in silence for hours after that, your occasional sniffles echoing around his kitchen.

Scott’s eyes widened as he found himself back in the bunker, he connected his eyes with Stiles briefly before flicking them over to the others who stood watching him.

“She’s family to me I mean I never had a younger sister technically but I did- I do have a sister and I forgot her. She’s going to kill me. We grew up together and all of those memories just vanished until now”Scott shuddered.

“It’s like I had a missing limb, and I just couldn’t figure out which part but everything makes sense now. We all need to remember and bring her home”Scott informed everyone.

“If you felt like you were missing a limb then imagine how I’ve been feeling”Stiles shook his head as he folded his arms.

“Well do you want to go next?”Lydia turned to Stiles.

“Certainly not”Stiles mumbled as he volunteered Liam by shoving him forwards slightly.

“I guess I’ll take his turn”Liam slowly made his way over to the seat where Scott has just sat.

Part 3

[yourforgottenbookshelf]

Dating Scott McCall Would Include...

Having a crush on him since Kindergarten

Being best friends with both him and Stiles

Melissa acting like a mother to you

Being the school’s power couple

Sitting next to each other in class

Holding hands all the time

Quick kisses during breaks

Making out during lunch in the locker rooms

Cheering for him during practice

Wearing his letterman at all his games

Heated make out sessions

Sex in the car 

Love bites everywhere

Cuddling after sex

Cooking breakfast the morning after

Showering together

Singing in the shower while washing each other’s hair

Shower sex

Dressing up in his clothes afterward

Working at the animal clinic

Him being overprotective

Him glaring at Isaac or Liam whenever they try to flirt with you

Him wanting to keep you safe

Being his anchor

Him taking your pain away whenever you get hurt

Helping him during his asthma attacks

Being inseparable

Long late night conversations while nuzzling in his chest

Motorcycle rides 

Going to the same College

Getting married 

[illusion-weekly]

wait, I don’t remember this scene...

[cullenedward]

lydia martin ran so that cheryl blossom could...walk

[panimation]

Spellcaster II

Here it is lads, part 2

This might be my last fic for a bit, I have nothing else to write, no motivation to continue other fics, thats how it be sometimes.

its been a fun rodeo, cowboys

Part 1

word count: 3.9k

“Dirt?” I asked for the fourth time. Stiles had put me on the couch when we got to his house after school, telling me to stay still. He paced around, checking his phone and glancing at me to make sure I wasn’t going anywhere.

“No, and you know what? You aren’t going to be doing anything after the stunt you pulled today! I can’t- you-” He struggled to talk, making a weird noise and then deciding to stop talking altogether. 

During one of his classes, he stuck me in the janitors closet, telling me to sit still until he came to get me. After a while I had heard jingling so I left the closet and followed it outside of the school. I was nearly at the woods, ready to follow the fairies when Scott found me, him having been on the lacrosse field practicing when he spotted me. When he got me back to Stiles, I thought I was going to need the calming spell like I do with Derek.

“The fairies wanted me to follow them!” I defended myself, knowing that I would’ve been fine. Fairies loved me.

“Enough about the-” He wiped a hand over his face, letting out a harsh breath. “-Okay, look, you follow the fairies, I die because of that! Derek will literally murder me with his nasty wolf claws because of you, so no more following fairies!” 

I stared at him, appalled.

“No. I had to.” I stated, crossing my arms over my chest. His vibes were atrocious, and I was not going to stand for them.

“No, you really didn’t, and if you do it again, I’m gonna tape you to the uncomfiest chair in this house and I won’t let you out until Derek comes back- if he comes back!”

“He will! Derek wouldn’t leave me!” I yelled, catching Stiles off guard. “He wouldn’t! He won’t,” I whined, dropping where I was and sitting on the floor.

“Look, I didn’t mean-”

“-He won’t leave me here forever. He knows my food, he knows my radio, and I want my food and my radio! A-And- And I- Dig!” I shouted the last word, slamming my hands down on the wooden floor, not knowing any other way to put it.

The doorbell rang, leaving Stiles with no other option than to walk around me and answer it, knowing that whoever was out there would become persistent. I sniffled, and kept my eyes to the floor, tracing the wood with a single finger.

“Hey, kid.”

I froze, eyes wide as I turned to look at Derek, his eyes tired and body tense. Stiles stood to the side, looking back and forth between both of us, eyebrows raised while he waited for something to happen.

“I see you missed me a lot.” Derek did a once over of me sitting on the floor, and stepped forward. 

I rushed to stand, and I threw myself at him, coughing at the air I knocked out of myself. He hugged back, letting me pull at his jacket and twist the zipper around. It was so close to breaking and a few more twists would make it mine to bury. Just before I got it off, he pushed me back to look at my face.

“You alright? Nothing broken, nothing bleeding?” He asked, looking closer this time, ignoring the small tears that came from my eyes. I shook my head and leant forward to hug him again, but he held me still, making me look directly at him. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, eyes shifting because of the eye contact.

“No, I need to hear you say it.”

I sighed, swaying a little. “I’m okay.”

He pulled me back into a hug immediately, giving me a few small pats on the head before letting go completely and looking around at the house, settling his eyes on Stiles after a few moments. 

“Can we talk?” He asked, and Stiles nodded, staying still. Derek tilted his head, motioning to the kitchen. “Privately?”

I swallowed thickly, rubbing one of my eyes and going to sit on the couch, hugging one of the pillows and waiting. I don’t think either of the boys realized I could still hear them talking, but I tried my hardest to not listen, only catching a few words. I soon didn’t have to try too hard, as I heard something more important. The faint bells grew when I stood and got closer to the window, and I saw the small lights in Stiles’ front lawn. I sighed, making a face at the small lights, knowing Stiles would yell at me again if I followed them. The lights twirled around, ringing louder, and I sneered, turning to go sit back down.

The bells became even louder, and I turned again, seeing the fairies now at the window.

“Kid.” I jumped, turning my head back to see Derek had come back to the living room. When I looked back to the fairies, I saw that they had gone. I frowned, but turned back and walked to Derek. He had a sour look on his face, and my frown deepened.

“I know you wanna go home right now, but I need one more night. I have to clean up for you.” He kept eye contact for as long as possible, but looked down when my eyes widened.

“No, it’s home time.” I stated, crossing my arms over my chest. I spotted Stiles hanging back at the kitchen doorway, and I leaned to look at him clearly. “You said I could go home when Derek came to get me.”

He struggled to find something to say, coming up with “Yeah I did.”

I looked back to Derek, raising my eyebrows.

“Please, kid, just one more day. I mean, you’ve lived for the time being, surely one more night here won’t kill you?” He smiled, before turning around and giving Stiles a deep glare, then turning back and smiling again. I sighed and moved forward, pushing my arms under his to hug him tightly again. He patted my back, letting me hold on before he pushed back, giving a similar pat to my head. He turned, going right back where he came from: through the door. I rushed to the window, watching as he walked back to his car, and got in, and left. I let myself relax on the chair next to the window, sighing sadly. I heard Stiles shuffle behind me.

“Wait, should I have asked what you usually eat? That was something I should’ve asked, huh?”

***

“Bedtime, okay?” Stiles dropped a pillow on me from where he was standing, just off to the side while I got comfy in my nest of blankets on the floor. I hugged the pillow, pulling it over my face to stop him from talking to me any more. “You can’t avoid me forever, or- the rest of the night.”

I wiggled a bit, keeping the pillow over my face. Letting my arms drop to my sides, the pillow balanced so I didn’t have to keep a grip on it. I flinched a bit when the corner of the pillow was lifted and Stiles was leaning his head to see my face. He smiled when I made eye contact.

“One more night, alright? Just go to bed and Derek will be back when you wake up.” He said, moving the pillow to the side, resting it beside me. I huffed, bringing my arms up to cross them over my chest. I gave him a pointed look. He rolled his eyes. “Look I know I said that you’d go home when he got back but I didn’t know he was gonna say that, okay? This time you’ll actually go home.”

I let the look go and relaxed again, pulling the blanket to my shoulders and closing my eyes. I heard the click of the light and then Stiles getting into bed, then I was out. But not for long.

There was a scratching that made me shift, and roll over. Then came a small squeak. I realized that the sounds were real, and not just my mind. When I finally brought myself to sit up and open my eyes, I saw one of the last things I wanted.

A bat.

I gasped, pushing the blanket and extra pillow off of me quickly, turning to make sure Stiles was still asleep. He was on his side, facing away from me. I turned back to the bat, glaring at it.

“Get out now!” I spoke quietly, words laced with urgency. Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh fuck. The bat flew low and exited the room, causing me to duck and follow, glancing back just to make sure that Stiles wasn’t awake and watching. I closed the door behind me as I left the room, softly walking to where I thought the bat had gone. I heard some squeaks behind me and I ducked, looking up slightly to see that the bat had flown above me, landing on the stair railing to look at me. I straightened up, staring it down until it moved to fly downstairs.

Following it, the wooden stairs put up a challenge as I had on some soft socks, and I almost slipped a few times. Stepping down off of the last step, I spotted the winged little shit staring at me from the kitchen. I ran, hands stretched in front of me to grab it, but it dodged me easily, and I jumped up high to try again, failing again. As I jumped around the kitchen, I knocked into the counters and nearly hit the lights hanging from the ceiling.

Oh god, what will Stiles say when he sees this…

The thought of it gave me a rush of anxiety, and I opened the window above the sink, getting myself on the other side of the bat so it would fly towards outside. It did, and I cheered, panting as I stared it down until it had completely flown out the window. “That was easy.” I sighed.

“Why are you down here? Why’s the window open?”

I stumbled and turned around, leaning on the counter that was now behind me. Stiles squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, arms out and palms to the ceiling in a ‘what’ manner, hair a mess. I smiled, sheepishly looking down and then over my shoulder at the open window. “Fairies?” I could’ve captured the moment that Stiles lost his mind in a picture, and I smiled wider as he walked over to close the window before pulling on my arm to lead me back upstairs.

“It’s four in the morning, do the fairies hate me?”

“No, they just don’t particularly like you.”

***

Stiles had fallen asleep quickly, being so tired and all, but I had stayed up, hands gripping the blanket tightly as I looked around the pitch black room. When the sun started to rise, it peeked through the blinds and I stared straight at it, waiting for the right time to get up and wake up Stiles. When there was a knock on the door, I froze. This early? No way. I got up and climbed onto Stiles’ bed, shaking his shoulder, knowing Derek’s rule of not answering the door, and also knowing that Stiles would get mad if I wandered off again, even if it was just to go to a different part of his house.

“Get up! Derek’s here! Get up!” I shook harder, watching his face as he slowly woke up. He finally opened his eyes and pushed my hands away, sitting up. I smiled.

“What, what’s happening?” He asked, pulling at the shirt he was sleeping in.

“Derek’s here.” I whispered, knowing to use an inside voice, and at this hour an inside-er voice so I wouldn’t be too loud.

He pushed the blanket back slowly and I moved quickly, nearly hopping to the bedroom door and then to the stairs, waiting for him to catch up. There was more knocking, and I almost pulled Stiles down the stairs by his messy hair.

When we finally got to the door, Stiles opened it and I hesitated, making sure it was actually Derek, before I pounced, wrapping every limb I could move around him. He grabbed onto my shirt so I wouldn’t fall off of him, and walked in, setting me down on the couch when we got to it. He ruffled my hair and smiled. “Ready to go, huh?”

I nodded, yawning. Stiles had shut the door and fallen back on the other end of the couch, eyes closed. Derek went over and kicked him. The spaz jolted and went into a fighting stance but then just gave Derek a ‘really?’ look.

“Go get all your stuff, I have food ready at home.” Derek told me, and I nodded again, leaving the two boys at the couch. Once upstairs and in Stiles’ room, I grabbed all my stuff and pushed it back into the duffel that I came with, my hand coming in contact with something sharp. I gasped, holding the hand to my chest. I carefully reached back into the bag and found the pin that I took from the board in Stiles’ room. I put it in a different pocket, finally getting everything else to fit and zipping the bag up.

Hearing footsteps, I looked up to stare at the doorway until the person walked in. Stiles. He gestured to the shoes near me, the ones he had let me wear.

“You can keep those for now, just have Derek bring them back when he can.” He said, moving around me to sit on his bed. I nodded, grabbing the shoes and slipping them on, then lifting the small pile of my stuff to carry it out.

I stood still for a moment in front of Stiles. We both stared at each other, the room going very quiet until I broke the silence.

"Bye…"

"Bye." He repeated the word, playing with his fingers and looking away when I turned to walk out.

Derek was waiting by the door when I got down the stairs, and he grabbed some of the stuff in my arms, letting me walk out first.

"Ready to go home, kid?" He asked after we were both settled in the car. I didn't look at him to answer, instead looking out the window to watch the second floor window to Stiles' room.

"Yeah, 'm tired." I finally said, leaning my head on the window as Derek drove away from the curb, turning towards the loft.

***

“Go wash your hands.”

We had gotten back to the loft relatively early since Derek had come before the sun, but we spent all day resettling, and by the time is was night, I needed to dig like a crackhead needed crack. Derek finally let me dig until the sun came up, keeping a loose follow as I jumped through the woods to dig. He had restocked on jars, and the nice fairies had left more coins. Plus, in the small duffel bag by my bed, there were so many buttons and a pn to bury. All of it had gone into the ground, the pin taking more time as I kept poking my fingers on it.

When I ran out of things to bury and energy to dig, I fell asleep on the couch, hands covered in dirt and legs hanging off the soft cushion so the dirt on my pants couldn’t get it dirty. Waking up had been the worst, my head hurt, my throat hurt, my stomach hurt. Derek seemed worried, but I couldn’t bring myself to worry just as much. I was too tired to.

“Let me feel your forehead, kid.” Derek said, sitting on the coffee table in front of me. I pushed my head forward, the blanket slipping back from where I had pulled it. When he set his hand on my forehead, I shivered. His hands were so cold. “Okay, kid, stay here, I’ll be right back.”

I laid around for maybe a few more minutes, eyelids too heavy to open before I forced myself to. The entire loft was dark, and I didn’t even realize that Derek had left, despite the giant sliding door being as loud as Stiles on an off day. My head calmed down a little, and I could finally sit up without it throbbing, so I slowly crawled to my bed, reaching under the mattress to grab the shoelaces I had slipped under it.

I looked around for the bag that had the borrowed items from Stiles, but it was gone, and I knew that Derek had took it with him. Gripping the shoelaces tight in my hand, I forced myself to stand and find a jar. The first one I saw was the one I had taken to Stiles house, the coin still sitting at the bottom. I grabbed it and held it tightly, not bothering to put on shoes or a jacket, and went to leave, but the giant door was hard to open. I settled for slipping through, then made my way outside and into the woods.

I found the small items I needed for the spell as I walked further, the fairies having left them in a small trail leading to the spot where I was supposed to bury it. Just as I got to the destined spot, I felt my legs give out, but it didn’t matter, as I needed to sit to dig anyway. Soon enough, however, with my hands deep in the Earth, my eyes closed and I slumped over, knocking over the jar and just barely hearing the clink of the coin before I was completely out.

3rd POV.

Derek sat in his car once he got back to the loft, relaxing before he had to go in and worry over the girl he called Kid. Returning Stiles’ stuff went smooth, given that the spaz had asked lots of questions about Kid.

“How is she?”

“She’s... fine. She dug all night and caught a fever, but it might be stress, so I’m not worried.” He had lied to the spaz.

“Dug all night?”

“She likes to bury things. She didn’t get to cast spells while with you so she made up for it last night.”

Derek got out of the car, putting on a brave face so Kid wouldn’t be worried about being sick. He wasn’t sure she’d ever been sick before, but since he’d found her in the woods, completely healthy, there was little chance she even knew what it meant.

Walking into the building, he froze, the brave face melting away when all he smelled was death. He took the stairs, almost bending the rails when he pulled himself up multiple steps, sweat starting to build up and panic filling his chest. The door was opened, only by a foot maybe, but opened, and when he went inside to look for Kid, she wasn’t there. He started to heave, pulling his phone out to call Stiles.

“Is she there?!” He yelled, not letting the spaz say anything. “Is she at your house?”

“Wha- Who? The spellcaster? No. Why?” Stiles had been standing in his room, trying to fix the giant murder board after he saw that a pin had fallen out. He didn’t find it on the ground so he decided to leave the problem to future Stiles when future Stiles stepped on it. He stopped working when he answered the call, sitting down on his bed, glancing around. His eyes landed on the shoes that were near the returned items. “Did she take my shoelaces, by the way? They weren’t in the shoes.”

“Dammit Stiles, have you seen her? This better not be a sick joke or I’m going to tell Scott to plan your funer-”

“No! She’s not here! What’s going on?”

“She was gone when I got back, she might be in the woods but Stiles, she got so sick she couldn’t open her eyes.” Derek’s voice wavered, eyes burning in worry. “She couldn’t move, she was so weak. She’s never been sick before.” Stiles sat tense on his bed, listening so closely that he could’ve sworn the ADHD and anxiety had left him.

“I’m coming.” Stiles hung up before anything else could be said and ran, starting the jeep up, pulling out of the driveway and pushing Roscoe to the edge and then some. At the same time, Derek ran to the woods, trying to distinguish the smell of Kid over death, terrified of what he would find if he followed either.

“Come on, Roscoe, help me here.” Stiles muttered to the jeep, staring forward sternly, pushing harder on the gas when he saw the tall building he was needed at.

Derek had ran the edge of the woods, hoping she didn’t go too far in, but with the mention of fairies from Stiles when they had talked, he knew they would have led her deep. He took a deep breath, finally taking a step into the trees.

When Stiles had parked and rushed up to the loft, he frantically looked around, only to realize that Derek had said she’d be in the woods, and he ran out, breathing heavily. He got outside and made his way around the building, seeing the long treeline, and ran into the nearest clear section, hoping he could find Derek, help out, and get her home safe. Then he would tell Derek about the school, only when she was safe.

“Derek?” He yelled, stumbling over roots as he walked fast, checking around and up trees. “I’m here! Where are you? Derek?” He pressed a hand to the nearest tree, stepping onto a steep root to get over a fallen tree. It got darker the further he walked, and he squinted, seeing what looked like the stump of a cut down tree. He kept going, ready to use it to get over the next fallen tree.

He didn’t.

“Derek?”

The wolf turned his head to look at Stiles, eyes wet, tears falling for the first time in years possibly. Stiles stared, a slight twitch of his head asking the question. Derek only stared back with an expression that he’d never used, eyes filled with anger, and confusion, and bleeding pain.

Kid laid in front of them, dirt all over her, the jar with the coin in it tipped on its side near her head, a hole dug in front of her. Her eyes were closed, and Stiles tried to convince himself that she was just asleep, and that they would take her to the loft and get her cleaned up, and she would wake up, but deep down he could feel it.

She was dead.

Derek pulled her up to him, flinching at how cold she felt compared to how she felt only a few hours earlier. “Kid?” He asked, petting her hair and rocking her back and forth. “Wake up, kid, we- we have to get you cleaned up.”

Stiles stepped forward, kneeling down to reach for the wolf. “Derek, stop.” He mumbled, afraid of what would happen if he talked any louder. 

“Come on, kid,” Derek continued,”We’ll get you a meal, a-and we’ll listen to the radio…” His voice gave out, and he stared down at the one person he didn’t hate, cradling her head and pulling her close.

“Derek…” Stiles couldn’t say anything other than the name, worried he would start crying and never stop. He blinked away tears, trying not to look at the spellcaster, instead looking at the dirt, spotting his shoelaces and a small note next to them. It was small and fragile, and when he unfolded it, he let himself cry.

Stiles

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[dancingwithdylan21]

Hard and Fast

Summary: Dylan falls hard and fast for the reader who is auditioning for Teen Wolf.

Pairing: Dylan x Reader

Prompt: “Can you two flirt on your own time?”

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You’re anxiously tapping your foot in a stuffy waiting room but it’s not just any waiting room. No. It’s only the gateway to the biggest fucking audition of your life. No pressure or anything.

You’re about to audition for a role on MTV’s Teen Wolf and the fact that it’s your favorite show makes this even more nerve racking. It’s a character named Kelsey who’s a new mysterious student in Beacon Hills and she will also be Stiles’ new love interest.

And this isn’t a small arc, the role is expected to last for an entire season. That kind of exposure would be insane and also a dream come true. Today is your second callback and you’ve heard that two of the leads with be present in the room with you.

Tyler is making his directorial debut and that’s when the character will make her first appearance. And Dylan will be reading with the small group of girls that made the cut so far including yourself.

“Y/N L/N!”

Shit. Here we go.

“You can do this. You can fucking do this.” You whisper confidently before walking through the heavy metal door. You enter a large, white plain looking room and you can feel your pulse instantly start to race.

Hm. There are only five people present including the two handsome actors. Dylan is standing off to the side chatting on his iPhone and Tyler is sitting in a director’s chair with his baseball cap pulled down low. And the other three are the show’s producers who all seem ready for a nap.

Good vibes. Ugh. You quickly introduce yourself and the part you’re reading for while facing the camera that’s setup in the room. You’re now standing around awkwardly as you wait for Dylan to finish his phone call.

Dylan barely glances in your direction but moves closer still with the phone to his ear. He finally pauses in front of you as he hangs up, making your heart immediately jump into your throat. The man is even better looking in person. You didn’t think that was possible.

“Hi! I’m Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you.” You thankfully snap out of your slight fangirl moment, reminding yourself to get your shit together. Although Dylan looks strangely caught off guard and barely makes a sound when he holds out his hand. Kinda weird.

“Ok, people. Let’s do this.” Tyler quickly interrupts as he leans back in his wooden chair.

Dylan gives him a quick nod before turning back towards you. He suddenly freezes with an expression you can’t read before spinning the fuck around and bolting over to his co-star.

They are now both whispering and looking over at you while you do your best to act unaffected. But it’s making you feel self conscious as fuck at the moment. You notice Tyler give Dylan a stern look and it makes him rush back over to you.

“Everything ok?” You ask wearily.

“Oh. Uh…yup.” Dylan lies unconvincingly. Awesome.

“Let’s start at the top of page two. Stiles sneaks into the school library at night to research and loudly interrupts Kesley who’s already there.” He mumbles focusing on the floor instead of you.

“Ok.” You decide to just dive right into the role and forget the weirdness that’s happening right now.

“Can I help you, dude?” You dryly inquire acting annoyed towards “Stiles”.

“Nope. I’m good.” Dylan delivers a strained smile before clearing his throat. “Sorry for the noise.”

“Yeah I came here for peace and quiet so...”

“I…uhh I…” Dylan stutters before breaking character and then he starts coughing. “I need…water.”

Dylan gives you a nervous smile before stomping towards the table where the producers are sitting. You’re officially fucking confused at this point and start to think that you’re the problem. He makes his way back to you wearing a shy smile.

“Do you want me to still read for this?“ You ask carefully. “If you’re not feeling it then I can leave.”

“No!” Dylan all but yells catching everyone’s attention. A cute shade of pink appears on his cheeks and Tyler can’t help but crack up laughing.

“Sorry, Y/N. Dyl thinks your hot. He’s not very smooth around girls he likes.” Tyler smirks as his best friend’s mouth drops open.

“Oh.” It’s all your brain can think of at the moment because you’re beyond surprised.

But you recover quickly with a chuckle, “I didn’t picture you as the type who’s scared of girls.”

“Aw, shit!” Tyler exclaims clearly entertained by this whole train wreck.

“Can we try this again before I die of embarrassment please?” Dylan groans asking the room. Everyone nods and you can’t help but giggle at Dylan when he looks at you. He instantly runs a hand through his messy hair before taking a deep breath.

“Get your act together, O’Brien.” You hear him grumble to himself.

“Yeah O’Brien…you’re a god damn professional.” You whisper making him burst out laughing.

“Can you two flirt on your own time?” Tyler huffs sounding bored. Dylan gives him the finger before turning his attention back to you.

“Hopefully third time’s the charm.” He says with a more confident smile.

Thank god this scene goes a lot better than before and it gives you hope about actually landing this role. Sadly it ends too soon and you have to say your goodbyes.

You blush when you see Dylan give you a cute wave as he watches you leave the room. The distraction almost makes you walk right into the door jam and it makes Tyler cackle behind you.

“You two are such dorks, Dyl. She’s clearly the girl for you.” He howls as you rush out the door.

Do something lame in front of an insanely attractive actor? Check. You can cross that off your fucking bucket list.

“So what do you guys think?” Tyler questions everyone after they see the last girl who auditioned. He instinctively rolls his eyes already knowing what his co-star is about to say.

“I vote for Y/N L/N.” Dylan replies with a goofy grin.

“What a shock.”

“Dude! Y/N’s amazing. She’s gorgeous, funny, sweet, bad ass and talented! I’m pretty sure she’ll be my wife someday.”

“Jesus, Dylan. You sound like a twelve year old girl.”

“Whatever, man. I can’t help it. I’ve never met a girl like her before.” Dylan admits already looking love struck.

“Actually…you and Y/N did have good chemistry. Even if you weren’t fangirling over her, I’d probably choose her for the role.”

“Yes!” Dylan excitedly jumps up from his seat. “Who’s gonna call her? Can I call her? What’s her number?”

“Don’t make me regret this, dude. You’re already acting crazy.” Tyler warns trying to hide an amused smile. His best friend is such a dope.

“Crazy or not…I like her. And I think she likes me back.”

“Totally. She didn’t make fun of you for being scared of chicks or anything.”

Dylan shoots Tyler a classic bitch face and it makes him snicker, “Whatever! As long as you two film without eye banging each other. Especially when I’m directing.”

“No promises.” Dylan smirks knowingly.

~

Masterlist 

[sourscotts]

New

by @sourscotts

Characters: Tyler Posey/Reader

Word Count: 4,488

Warnings: Maybe strong language, mentions of sex, drinking, and sad shit.

Song: New by Daya

Notes: This isn’t my first attempt at writing but it is my first time posting it. Shoutout to @ellebabyy for threatening to kick my ass if I didn’t share it.

You had never been as independent like you had been the past several months. After your breakup with Tyler, you struggled to get back on your feet. You didn’t realize how much you really depended on him until you moved out of his apartment. Although you were now dating someone new, you felt like there was something missing from your life. It’s not like you didn’t know what, or who, it was either. You missed Tyler, more than words can describe. You didn’t think your last fight would lead to the end of your relationship. He wanted to travel the world and you weren’t going to stop him, but it still hurt that he wanted to do it alone.

Tyler’s career had been skyrocketing in his band, PVMNTS. You could honestly say that you were and will always be his number one supporter. He was offered a worldwide tour with the band, and of course, you couldn’t have been more proud of him. When he told you that he would have to leave without you due to the lack of room in the tour bus, your heart fell. He had already spent so much time away from you in order to film his new movies and wrap up Teen Wolf. When you brought it to his attention that you were worried about the distance, he immediately took it as you trying to hold him back to refrain from interacting with his new co-star, Sophia Ali. Although you did sense her ‘more than friendly’ admiration of Tyler, you would never allow your possessiveness get in the way of him accomplishing his dreams. The last thing you wanted was to prevent him from expanding his career, you just missed him. Instead of arguing with him, you did what you thought was best. The two of you agreed to separate until he returned and go from there. He knew you couldn’t wait forever and there was no promise that he’d be returning any time soon. You knew you couldn’t hold him back no matter what that meant. Still, you missed him.

After a few months passed, you decided to broaden your career as well. Right when you felt as if the world had hit rock bottom, your agent called and told you that you might’ve hit the jackpot with a chance of modeling for New York’s very own Fashion Week. You met Ross during this specific occasion, seeing he was one of the photographers for fashion industry event. The two of you seemed to click instantly and after a few weeks of texting back and forth, he took you on an official date. You wanted to say you were happier than ever, that you made the right choice, but it didn’t feel that way deep down. The more you tried to escape Tyler, the more he would suddenly appear. Literally. He was making headlines everywhere: from magazines, to talk shows, even Instagram ads. There was one article in particular that crushed you, “Tyler Posey Dating ‘Truth or Dare’ Co-Star Sophia Ali.” Seeing the genuine smile in the picture of them at Comic Con ate you up inside, knowing it was tradition the two of you used to share. There was nothing left for you to do except be happy with Ross. Simple, right?

Wrong.

♪ When you walk past that park near your apartment now, do you still think about me? Do you still think about me? Do you drive fast when you realize you’re on my street? Do you drive slowly? Do you think about me? ♪

You smiled as you watched the trees pass, your fingers intertwined with Ross’. He laid a gentle kiss on your knuckles and you put your other hand out the window, your hand slowly moving with the wind. You felt free, a feeling you haven’t felt in a while. It was nice to be back home in Santa Monica; it always feels like you never left California when you return.

“I was thinking we could have our picnic here.” Ross interrupted your thoughts, a cheeky smile appearing on his face.

You looked to the direction he was looking and that familiar emptiness returned in the pit of your stomach. Almost in a blink of an eye, you recognized the neighborhood that you were in. You hesitantly looked towards the other direction, seeing your old duplex apartment that you once shared. The thing that surprised you the most was the fact that a moving truck sat outside.

“So, what do you think?” Ross smiled, ready to pull into the lot.

“Ross, baby.” You quickly said, attempting to stop him. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s beautiful. It really is. However, do you think we could go some place else? It’s just, I’ve been here before.” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest for comfort. “There’s way too many bugs.”

“Babe.” He chuckled, giving you a playful glare. “There are bugs at most parks. It’s apart of embracing nature.”

“I know but here it’s like they’re more attracted to you here. It’s not only the bugs but there’s also one too many kids.” You urged. “I want alone time with you.”

A low sigh left his lips and he nodded. “Fine. I know another place we could check out that’s not too far away.”

“Perfect.” You smiled.

He smiled and pulled out of the parking lot again. Your ears twitched when you heard a laugh through your open window. Turning your head away from Ross, you met those warm chocolate eyes you had been trying to avoid. His smile began to fall when his eyes met yours, his eyebrows furrowing. As the actress spoke to him, his eyes remained at the car that was beginning to drive away.

Your body flew back against the seat and you nervously laughed, patting Ross’ thigh. “You drive as slow as a turtle! I want to make it there today.”

He laughed at your actions and stepped on the gas, speeding his way out of the area. Your body turned towards the window again and you let out a shaky breath, preventing the tears from slipping your eyes.

He was moving to God knows where and didn’t dare to mention it to you. You didn’t blame him, though. He was happy in a new relationship, why would he ever think twice about going back to what you had? He didn’t owe you anything anymore. He moved on and you had to do the same.

♪ Thought I could pack up my suitcase and just walk away leave you with all the shit I didn’t want to take my mistake ♪

You looked around the front of the building as your anxiety roared within you. Tyler had texted you, after months of not speaking, asking you to pick up a couple boxes that you missed when you initially moved out. You were actually surprised he still had your number.

You slowly stepped up to the door and gently knocked, closing your eyes. If it were possible, you would’ve preferred for him to simply mail it you. However, he knew you were in town and it was easier for you to pick your things up. So, you had to face him and his glory. Your heart already ached and you hadn’t even faced him yet.

The door opened at the same moment as your eyes and you came face to face with the man your heart had been yearning for the past couple of months. Somehow, he looked a million times more handsome than the last time you two were together. He had a small amount of scruff growing in and his hair was a little longer, the fluffiness going in different directions. Although you were hurt, the pool was dripping between your thighs. It’s so wrong for me to feel this way.

“Hey.” He muttered while leaning against the door-frame. “Uh, come in.” His body moved to the side and the door opened wider, allowing you to slip in.

You silently made your way through the entrance and crossed your arms over your chest, something you did when you were nervous. He left the door opened and led you to the small living room.

“How are you?” He asked, glancing back at you.

You slowly nodded before speaking up, attempting to put on a show. “I’m great, how are you?”

“Never better.” He awkwardly answered, a silence beginning to grow.

You stood in front of him and adverted your gaze from his, your arms still crossed over your chest. He put his hands in his pockets and you glanced around the empty apartment, knowing it was something he did when he was nervous.

“I already packed everything of yours in these two boxes.” He pointed out. “It’s not much but then again, I don’t know what you consider valuable.”

“Yes, you do.” You unknowingly said. “You know almost everything about me... I appreciate you giving me a chance to pick them up, though.”

He slowly nodded and stared at you. “No problem.”

You pushed a piece of hair behind your ear, millions of thoughts running through your head. “How’s everything really going, Ty?” You muttered, actually curious to how he had been doing. You intended to not show any interest in him but this could be your last opportunity having a real conversation with him.

He gave you a weak smile and pulled his hands from his pockets, crossing them over his chest. “I meant it. Everything seems to be going really good so far.” He stated. “My new movie, Truth or Dare, was just released and it’s been doing well. Um...” Your eyes stared into his as you listened to what he had to say, bringing butterflies to his stomach. “I just finished my U.S. tour a couple day ago. We’re thinking of going to the U.K. and maybe pull off some shows out there.”

“That’s amazing.” You commented, a genuine grin coming to your lips. “I’m glad to know that your dreams are coming true.”

He silently nodded at you before asking a question that had been eating at him since you stepped through the door. “What about you? How’s your modeling going? I saw you on the cover of Vogue. Congratulations, you looked fucking awesome in New York.”

“I guess you can say that I hit my big break.” You said, bending down to pick one of the boxes up. He followed your actions and lifted the other, beginning to walk with you towards the door. “Thank you. It was such a life-changing experience and opened new doors for me. I was even able to sign my first contract with LV.”

“No fucking way.” He laughed, shining his white pearly teeth. “That’s impressive, butterfly.”

Your smile fell, hearing the nickname he had given you years ago. It was like a train was suddenly coming towards you and you couldn’t move. You pulled the door open and stepped out, knowing he didn’t notice your change in behavior. Somehow, you were learning to master the fake smiles.

“I may be stepping out of my boundaries.” He trailed off, the hesitation clear in his voice. “Any boyfriends?”

You shook your head softly and swallowed hard, trying to wet your dry throat. “You’re okay.” You whispered. “I’ve been seeing someone for a couple of weeks now. Our 3 month mark is coming up in a few days.”

It looked like for a split second, his eyes had fell with disappointment. Maybe you were reading into too much. He sat the box on the hood of your car as you opened the back seat, sliding both boxes in.

“I’m sorry.” You heard him mumble under his breath, your head turning to meet his eyes.

You looked down at the concrete, closing your eyes again to avoid the tears from escaping. The last thing you needed was for him to see you crying over him.

“Yeah.” You whispered. “Me too, Ty.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” He deadpanned. “I should’ve called when I got back. I didn’t keep any of the promises I made.”

“Tyler, stop.” You whispered, looking back up at him. “It’s fine. We’ve both moved on and have something going for ourselves. It’s more than we can say for when we were together.”

Silence seemed to be a common thing between you two seeing that it kept happening. He simply stared into your eyes, seeking the hope he wanted when he originally texted you. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to read you like he once did. You gave him a weak smile before opening the driver’s door, keeping your eyes on him.

“Maybe in ten years we’ll meet again and you’ll be telling me about your five different children.” You joked. “I wish you nothing but the best with everything. You know that.”

“You know I want nothing but the same for you, Y/N.”

“Good. We’re on the same page.” You nodded. Were you?

“I’m glad.” He whispered, beginning to back away from the car. “I’ll see you, Butterfly.”

“I’ll see you, Ty.” You responded. You took a mental image in your head, remembering what might be your final true love. Neither of you smiled, obviously not wanting to part. You knew what was best for the both of you as did he, and you made the mutual decision to leave again.

You shut the car door once you were seated and pulled out his driveway, avoiding the thought of turning around and running into his arms. Although it’s what you wanted, you knew it couldn’t happen.

♪ I’m in his bed right next to him, but he don’t know I’m just thinking ‘bout you I’m thinking ‘bout you ♪

Your body pressed against the soft fabric and the blanket was gently placed over your chest, covering your naked body. Your chest heaved up and down as you tried to catch your breath, Ross doing the same thing beside you.

You stared at the blank ceiling while a light laugh left his lips. “That was amazing. We should’ve done that sooner.”

Instead of answering him, you stayed silent. His body turned away from you, setting himself in a comfortable position to rest.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said, slowly drifting away into a deep sleep.

You glanced over at the man before slipping out of bed, sliding on your slippers. You picked up the robe that hung from your closet door and placed it on your body, tying a knot to keep it secure.

Your muscles ached from the rough sex Ross managed to pull off. It bothered you that your first time with him wasn’t full of love, but instead it was rough and almost cold. If you were being honest with yourself, you hated every minute of it.

The floor creaked as you walked across it, walking into your personal bathroom. You gently closed the door and clicked the lock, leaning over the sink. Your eyes closed as you listened to the water pour from the faucet while old memories flooding your head. After seeing Tyler on his moving day, he was all that you were able to think about. You could be doing the most simple things yet somehow, your mind would associate him with the task. In this moment in particular, all you could think about your life with Tyler. Sex with him wasn��t just sex. He made love to you in a way that left his touch lingering for days. You would love every second of it. Whether it was the safe feeling you felt with Tyler or the overwhelming amount of love you shared, sex with Ross wasn’t no where near the same. It didn’t feel like love.

You didn’t notice the tears that were streaming down your cheeks and the low sobs leaving your lips. It came to your attention when you were suddenly gasping for air and instead of fighting it, you slid down the bathroom wall. You decided to let yourself quietly feel your heartbreak and grief of your previous relationship.

Why? Why couldn’t you get him out of your mind? Especially now out of all moments.

♪ When it’s 3 AM and I’m at that diner with his friends I ain't thinking ‘bout them I’m just thinking ‘bout you ♪

You watched the group of friends laugh in their alcoholic state. Ross invited you to a party with some of his close friends and although you really just wanted to cuddle up in your blanket to watch Netflix, you decided to go. It was another step in your relationship. He wanted you to meet his friends that meant the world to him.

Josh threw a fry at you, laughing at your seriousness. “Y/N, you’re no where near as drunk as us.”

You smiled at took a sip of your favorite flavored milkshake, shrugging your shoulders lightly. The five of you were gathered around in a small booth at a local 24 hour diner. So far, you had finally remembered everyone’s names. There was Jenny the Techy, who was completely obsessive over computer science. She was majoring in it to become some type of software developer. Beside her was the guy they called Alexander the Great, mostly being known for his insane skateboard tricks. He was also the one who tended to take the most risks, probably carrying over a thousand DUIs. Finally, the J power couple: Joshua and Jean. Josh was in school to be a detective, wanting nothing more than to solve his father’s murder. Although he explained his dark side to you, he was one of the most energetic people you had ever met. His humor was dark but in a good way. Another thing about him was that he was completely absorbed around Jean. Jean was the Daphne Blake of the group with her girly and outgoing personality. She obviously came from a higher class but honestly, she seemed extremely humble.

Finally, there was Ross. He was the softest blonde in existence. His heart was more than a sweetheart, which is probably what attracted you. He had a little piece of everyone in the group except it turned into one loving person. They were all different in their own way but you loved the diversity. Maybe this wasn’t going to be too terrible after all.

After splitting the bill, you watched as they stumbled out the diner. Ross was balancing his weight on the balls on his feet while keeping an arm around your shoulders, just in case. You laughed when Alex ran in the middle of the road, flicking off the cars that honked at him. Somehow, you all managed to make it across the street without getting ran over.

Alex passed around a bottle before pulling out his phone. “We need some music... and a pack of smokes.”

Everyone cheered in agreement until the music began playing. Your eyes turned back towards the diner, noticing the print that was planted on the sign. It was an outline of a butterfly. Your eyebrows furrowed when you snapped back to reality, realizing the song that was playing. That familiar voice was blasting from the small speaker and that feeling returned. The feeling that you were missing something.

Your mind drifted away when your eyes met the butterfly again, picturing the Hispanic man. The two of you would always sneak away to diners late at night after you were with friends, taking the chance to have your deep talks. You would have a novel if you listed the different topics the two of you talked about, it was an endless amount of stories when you two were together. He would tell you everything from his childhood to his favorite TV shows and you would do the same with him. You lifted your fingers to your lips, remembering how he pressed his lips against yours for the first time. It was after your first date at a diner and he was dropping you off at home. You had shared a shake and spoke for hours, similar to tonight.

“Babe.” Ross called, causing you to snap your head towards him. “Let’s catch an Uber back to my place. I’m exhausted.”

You slowly nodded and watched him carefully as he drunkenly made his way down the sidewalk.

“Hey, Y/N.” Jenny mumbled, the four friends watching you carefully. “Take care of Ross for us. He’s been hurt one too many times.”

It could’ve been the alcohol in your system that made you think the way you did, but now you were just filled with one feeling. Guilt.

♪ I’m missing you I’m missing you. What the hell did I do — did I do? Messing with someone new, thinking I wanted to, turns out don’t want new. I want you ♪

“You’re breaking up with me?” You whispered, holding your knees to your chest. Ross sat across from you on the couch, his eyes staring into yours. His thumb was caressing your knee and he let out a sigh, nodding.

“I just don’t think...” He trailed off, looking down at your legs. “I don’t think you’re ready to be a relationship, Y/N.”

“Ross.” You muttered, shaking your head lightly at him. “That’s not true. I thought we were happy.”

“Come on, Y/N. Even you know that’s not true.” He disagreed. “I don’t think we’ve been happy since this relationship started. We both have a little growing to do still, especially since our last relationships.”

“What are you saying?” You asked, your face scrunching up in confusion.

“I love you.” He said making you feel lightheaded. You took in a sharp breath before he continued. “I love you but you love him.”

Your face fell and you felt your face begin to heat up, the sadness filling every inch of your body. He knew this entire time and didn’t say anything while you put him through that pain. Tears were beginning to form in your eyes and you looked back into his eyes.

He shook his head at you and took your hands, holding them in his. “It’s alright.” He whispered. “I thought I would be pissed when I finally pieced everything together, but I’m not. Y/N, you deserve all the happiness that comes your way. If being with me isn’t it, I understand. It fucking hurts, yeah.” His hand came in contact with your cheek, wiping away the stray tear. “But I’d rather see you happy more than anything.”

“I don’t deserve you.” You spoke, your voice shaky. “You are so special, Ross. I just want you to find someone that can love you as hard as you love because when you do, they’re going to be the luckiest person in the world.”

He weakly smiled at your words before leaning in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’ll always be your friend but I don’t think we’re meant to be romantically involved. But, I need you to do something for me.”

You quickly nodded with no hesitation. “Anything.”

“Go to him, sweetheart.” He stood to his feet and grabbed his jacket, his eyes never leaving your frail condition. “If he’s your happiness, you need to go fight for him before it’s too late.”

“What if I’m already past that?” You croaked, your eyes covered in a gloss.

“You’ll never know until you try.” He answered then turned on his heel. He made his way towards the front door, giving you one last glance before walking out your apartment.

It was a coincidence that in that exact moment, your phone dinged from the coffee table. You leaned forward to look at the text you received.

TYLER: Ross got in touch with me and explained what happened. Can I come over?

♪ Don’t want new, I want you ♪

Your heart fluttered when you saw the headlights pulling into your driveway from the window. After texting Tyler your address, he had finally made it. You stood to your feet and fixed your shorts, readjusting the hoodie that was placed over your body. Instead of patiently waiting for him to walk up to the door, you found yourself opening it. He looked at you from the other side, his hazy eyes meeting yours.

“Hi.” He simply said.

“Hey.” You said back. “Come in.” You walked back into your living room, hearing the door shut behind you. He removed his wet shoes from his feet, his clothes drenched from the rain. You walked towards your staircase and signaled for him to follow.

“Follow me.” You whispered. “I have some of my brother’s clothes you can change into.”

He nodded and quietly followed you, stepping into your bedroom. You walked to your closet and grabbed the extra clothing, guiding him to your bathroom. The silence between you two wasn’t awkward this time, it was calming.

You handed the clothes over to him and met his eyes again, seeing how he was already staring at you. Before you could speak, he decided to take the initiative.

“We broke up.” He stated. “I know that it’s a little soon and it might not be the thing you want to hear right now, but I needed to tell you.”

You slowly nodded, suddenly feeling the butterflies in your stomach. He needed to tell you. “Are you okay?” You asked him, the concern in your eyes.

“Yeah, I am.” He nodded back. “It was a while ago, um...” He walked into the bathroom and removed his damp shirt. “She thought I wasn’t ready for a relationship.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and followed him into the bathroom, watching his face through the mirror. Your sleeves passed your hands and your arms crossed over your chest. “How come?”

“Because” He stopped his actions, staring straight into your eyes from the mirror.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

His body turned to face you, seeing your stunned reaction. He was going through everything you had been experiencing, maybe even worse. His girlfriend noticed long before Ross did. Your eyes searched his, seeing the pain hidden behind them. He glanced at your lips and you gulped, your body begin to crave him.

You launched yourself into his arms, your lips crashing into his pink ones. He immediately reacted by moving his against yours into a passionate kiss, his hands sneaking around your body. Just like that, that emptiness vanished.

♪ Thought I’d be better without you I can’t stop thinking about you Now I’m with someone new I want you ♪

He gently laid your body flat on the bed and you pulled him down, meeting his warm lips again. You shared a fiery kiss and mewled at the way he caressed your thighs. Neither of you cared at how your noses bumped and teeth continuously clashed, you just wanted him. His kisses were beginning to trail down your body and you arched your back into his chest.

The two of you had gone too long without each other, you were starving for his touch. The feeling was mutual but he wasn’t going to rush it, knowing you had all night. In fact, he knew the two of you had the rest of his lives for this. He wasn’t planning on ever leaving you again.

“Ty.” You mewled into his ear, your legs tightening around his body. “Please.”

He smiled against your stomach and continued his actions, granting your wishes.

♪ Messing with someone new, thinking I wanted to, turns out don’t want new ♪

You clawed at Tyler’s back, the ecstasy filling your veins. His hands roamed your body but never did his actions stop. At one point, you were almost positive that the neighbors heard your screams by now.

It was everything you needed and more. The passion was coiling in your stomach and you moaned at the familiar feeling that only he gave you.

“Tyler.” You blurted out, your hands tangling in his hair.

“Go ahead, butterfly.” He answered, enveloping your lips into another kiss. “Let go.”

And so you did.

♪ I want you ♪

[emiliaclarkesdragons]

Song - The Tragically Hip “I’m a werewolf, baby”

y/n always thought there was more to Beacon Hills which met the eye, she just never realised how close it was to her house. She lived in the middle of nowhere and was surrounded by woods. The house was left to her parents by an old couple who her mother used to work for. They had past away about ten years ago now and y/n had been in Beacon Hills for nine years. From when she was younger things used to happen in the woods at night, flashes of light, glowing eyes. Her parents had continued to tell her it was her imagination, but y/n knew it was real.

Every day, y/n would leave the house at least an hour before school started, her parents had no choice it was the closest school in their area. y/n was happy when she had gotten her licence, she didn't have to rely on her parents any longer. The problem was, she didn't really want a car, she wanted a motorbike. Her parents said no, and what her parents said she had to obey. y/n understood why, the road she had to go down every day, twice a day, was known for animal attacks. She was more exposed on a motorbike, one event that swayed her mind happened when she first got her licence.

"Stop ringing me!" she yelled to her phone in the car. It was half-past nine at night and she was incredibly late. Her mom and dad continued to ring her phone, she would have pulled over to answer but they had told her not to stop on the road when it was dark. That was when the attacks had happened. She didn't see the lights ahead and slammed on the breaks. She got out the car, taking her phone with her. There had been an accident.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but the road has been closed off," Sheriff said, y/n knew or had seen his son around the school.

"I have to get home, this is the only way," y/n said, "I live in the big house," she added.

Sheriff frowned, "I had forgotten about that house."

"Yeah, people do. The school didn't even know it was there," y/n laughed awkwardly.

"I can drive you home, I can get someone to drop your car around tomorrow," Sheriff said, y/n nodded. "I can get someone to pick you up for school tomorrow, I don't think it'll be clear by tomorrow... it's hard to say." Sheriff explained as he turned into her driveway.

"Thank you, Sheriff. Can I ask what happened?" y/n asked.

"It's confidential, y/n... I'll have someone pick-"

"Yeah, thanks again, Sheriff" y/n got out the car and ran up to her front door. She knew that was what her parents were ringing for.

The next day the Sheriff had sent his son to pick her up. Stiles had explained that the officers were all busy, y/n couldn't argue with that, plus her car still hadn't turned up.

She didn't really speak to Stiles much, they only simple knew each other. That was until something happened. She always knew something was going on in Beacon Hills, she was going to find out very soon.

y/n was sat in her hanging egg chair. There was a total of four which hung from the wooden ceiling which covered the decking. y/n knew how lucky she was to have a house like this, the old couple who left it to them loved sitting in the garden and y/n's parents didn't need to change anything in the house. It seemed as though the old couple had decorated to fit their taste. y/n's mom had always said that the couple were young at heart. y/n couldn't really remember them, but she wished she did. y/n was sat in the hanging egg chair reading. Her parents were away on a business trip for the week, so she had the whole house to herself. Her friends had tried to convince her to throw a party, but y/n just wanted to have the place to herself. She wasn't a party girl. Not one bit, but she liked it that way.

She was reading her favourite book again, it was called Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater. It was a story of a girl called Grace, who lived on the edge of the woods of Mercy Falls. When she was younger a wolf with yellow eyes saved her from the other wolves. Ever since then, the wolf with yellow eyes had watched her grow up from the treeline of her house. The yellow-eyed wolf turned out to be a boy called Sam.

y/n loved the book, she loved the supernatural. She felt a connection to the book when she sat in her garden, curled up in the hanging chair. Tonight would be the night she would change her perspective on the supernatural.

She heard a rustling coming from the woods, she looked up from her book and out towards the woods. She saw nothing, so she opened her book back up and continued reading. She heard the same noise again but louder, this time she put the book down and stood up. She went back into the house and switched on the bigger garden light. It lit up most of the garden, but still, she couldn't see anything. Her mind was telling her to go into the house but she walked to the woods instead. It was true, she wanted something exciting to happen to her as it did with Grace, but as she got closer to the woods... She wished she hadn't.

The boy crawled his way out of the woods, she was frozen on the spot. Then she saw his face. Scott McCall, the lacrosse player, Stiles friend. She didn't waste too much more time, she had to get him to the porch. Whatever attacked him wouldn't come that close to the house, y/n'd Dad had always told her that. "Jesus," y/n huffed as she pulling him up the stairs, he was a lot heavier than he looked, "I'm so sorry," she said as she bashed his head on the stairs. She didn't really know much about first aid but she knew enough to help him. y/n ripped off his shirt, that seemed to be where all the damage was. "I'm so sorry," she apologised as she removed the torn shirt, "this is so inappropriate, I know." She hoped he was listening, he was breathing that was the main thing. "Alright, I'm going to get the first aid kit, don't move," she joked, but there was no response to her joke, "was my joke that bad?" she joked to herself. She often did that.

y/n reappeared with the first aid kit, she took out a needle and thread, she looked down at Scott's chest but the cuts were no longer deep. "What the..." she scanned his body, it looked like it was healing itself. She frowned, but she couldn't just stare at his body. She needed to get him inside before the animals came looking, the smell of blood might attract them, so she began dragging him inside. "I'm sorry, but you'll have to stay on the floor because I can't lift you up," she informed Scott, again no response from him. She took the blanket and folded it, placing it under his head. y/n sat by his side and pulled the laptop off the table, she knew what the self-healing meant. But, she wanted to make sure. Scott mumbled something which distracted y/n, she looked at him and watched. She was making sure he was okay, she began stroking some hair out of his face, "what are you?" she whispered as she continued to stroke his hair.

The results of her search came up on her screen, she stopped touching his hair as she read further and further on. She looked at him, his wounds almost gone. Those were never animal attacks, not ones known to the normal world. They were supernatural.

I'm a werewolf, baby, and here I come (I'm a werewolf, baby)

What'd you say?

I'm a werewolf, baby, and here I come (I'm a werewolf, baby)

The tune rang out, y/n jumped. She went to the back door, it was Scott's phone. Did he really have that as his ringtone? y/n thought, what a dork. She opened the door and picked up the phone, "hello?"

"Scott- your not Scott?" It was Stiles.

"No, but he just turned up at my house, bleeding out all over the grass!" y/n sounded as if she was telling Stiles off. As if he was supposed to be watching a child, but in a way he was.

"Yeah... sorry, I'll come get him," Stiles hung up the phone.  

"But you don't even know where-" y/n cut herself off with a groan as he hung up. She shook her head and walked back into the house, closing and locking the door behind her. She guessed Scott wasn't the only one.

knock knock

y/n opened the door slightly, "are you going to let me in?" Stiles asked.

"Thought you were one of them that did that to him," y/n pointed to Scott on the floor, "they've healed a bit since then, they were much worse."

"Yeah, it's freaky when he does that..." Stiles screwed up his face, then realised what she had said, "wait you know-"

"Yeah well if his healing wasn't obvious enough his ring tone did!" y/n said, handing the phone to Stiles.

"You like it? I picked it," Stiles grinned.

"Of course you did," y/n nodded, "come on then, help me lift him." y/n took the legs, Stiles the head. "He hasn't woken up but he's alive, he's made noises."

"That's reassuring," Stiles said sarcastically. "But, better than nothing." He huffed as they put him in the back seat of the jeep. He looked around the driveway, only two cars were there, "are- are your parents away?" he asked.

"Yeah, business trip," y/n shrugged, "anyway, I'll see you at school-"

Stiles grabbed y/n before she turned away, "do you want to come with us? I mean I don't want you getting hurt out here, your on your own."

"Thanks, Stiles, but I'll be okay, I'm gonna go to bed anyway. Nice to see you," y/n smiled, then said, "oh, could you let me know when he wakes up, just so I know he's-"

"Alive?" Stiles offered.

"Exactly," y/n laughed.

When y/n was back in the house there was a knock on the door again, "I've left the phones," Stiles rolled his eyes. y/n rubbed hers, she was very tired. Stiles went in and watched as she went out to the garden. He wondered if she was scared of what had attacked Scott, she didn't seem scared. She was acting very calm. He picked up the phones and that's when he heard her scream. He ran to the back door, the pack that had attacked Scott where now dragging her through the woods. She was screaming and trying to kick, she was hitting them with what seemed to be a book. Before Stiles could really do anything, Scott came running around the house. He pulled the pack off her and carried her up to the house. "I'm going to lock the doors," Stiles mumbled, his eyes wide from shock.

"y/n, y/n, look at me. You're okay," Scott repeated. "It was just some wolves."

"Yeah werewolves," she mumbled, sitting up. "I know what you are Scott," she said, he was crouched down beside her. He had placed her where she had put him. She was bleeding more than he was, but she hadn't noticed yet. Stiles had and was trying not to collapse himself.

"How did you-"

"Well, your ringtone really tells you," y/n said, she was expecting Stiles to take credit but he didn't.

Scott had to stitch up her wounds before she lost any more blood, but Stiles had to hold her still. There was plenty of shouting going on until it was finished, Scott picked her up and placed her on the sofa, he sat with her head on his lap. He began stroking her hair to calm her. "y/n?"

"Mmm"

"I like you," he whispered, "more than a friend..."

"I do too, Scott," y/n looked up at him,"took you long enough to say something." She laughed, she had known about his crush on her for a while, she would always catch him looking at her in class.

Thanks for reading! I've attached the song which I used as Scott's ringtone... I just couldn't pass up the opportunity. Also, the book featured used to be my favourite! Hope you liked it, sorry it's taken so long!

[americaswritings]

The test | Part 3

Summary: Scott and you had been close. But one day he leaves you without any explanation. Years later you meet him in school and agree to go to one of his lacrosse games. The evening turns into a disaster, when Nolan and his friends try to test you, if you are supernatural or not, and Scott gets protective. You are still madly in love with him, but can you ever forgive him?

Words: 920

Warnings: violence, angst, language

Pairing: Scott McCall x reader

A/N: It has been ages..

You woke up to somebody entering your room. You had to blink a few times before you could open your eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to wake you”, Melissa confessed and checked something on the monitors you were connected to.

“Where is Scott?”, you wondered, a little disappointed that he wasn’t here. “He has been up all night”, Melissa explained, giving you a knowing smile. 

“I send him to grab a coffee the least. He will be back in a few minutes”, she then added. You gave her a thankful smile and turned your attention to you arm. It looked clean and only hurted a little. 

“Can I ask you something?” Your eyes wandered back at the young nurse, who gave you a smile herself. “Sure!”

“How has Scott been the last years? Was he happy?” 

You tried to hide your emotions, but Melissa already seemed to know what you meant. “It hasn’t been easy for him. But you should give him a chance to explain that himself.”

You nodded and she left, but paused in the doorway. “Oh, should we call someone? I asked Scott about it, but he wasn’t sure if you wanted us to call your father.”

So he still remember the times you had spent in the library, ranting about your parents together. 

“Uh no, it’s fine”, you told her and she gave you a sad smile before leaving.

You had never met Melissa before, but she seemed to be a lovely woman and a good mother to Scott.

“Knock knock.” You gazed up to see Scott standing in the door. He was wearing a red hoodie, which looked just too good on him.

“Can I come in?”, he asked you politely and you nodded. 

He moved towards your bed and said down in the chair next to it, pulling it a little closer so he could sit by your side.

“How are you feeling?” 

“Good”, you stated and fiddled with your hands. “Besides that I am angry.”

“I know”, he sighed and gazed to the ground. “And you have every right to.”

“Then why did you just leave?”, you wondered, the hurt you had felt for years visible in your voice. Scott looked up, massaging his temples. 

“I get that you got a girlfriend, but couldn’t you just tell me that you didn’t need me to talk to anymore?” 

Scott seemed to be caught-off guard. “What, no, that’s not it”, he protested and you gave him a confused look. “It’s hard to explain”, he sighed and you felt your anger build up again.

“Well, how hard did you think was it to come to the library with no one waiting there for me from one day to the other? How hard did you think was it to find out that the only person that I had left without a word? How hard do you think was it to carry on, seeing you every day in school being happy with your new friends while I was all on my own, wondering what I did wrong?”

You huffed, turning your gaze to the other side of the room so you didn’t have to see Scotts hurt expression. 

“I’m sorry”, he mumbled and you knew that he really was, but it didn’t help you now. 

“Then why?”, was all you could say before your voice broke. You had to sniff a few times, but you wouldn’t let yourself break down in front of him. 

“I-”, Scott stumbled and he sighed again. “I was bitten.” 

“What?!”, it slipped out of your mouth. This wasn’t an answer you had expected.

“I was in the woods with Stiles and I got bitten. I started to change and turn into this thing- I felt that if I would return to the library- to you, that I would loose control and hurt you.”

Scott covered his face in his hands, exhausted of the memories to leave you. 

“I wanted to keep you out of all this supernatural crap. It was so hard, to see you every day and not go to you to explain everything, but I made myself a promise that I wouldn’t involve you in this, like I had to do with the others.”

He gazed at you, hoping that you would be able to forgive him. “So you’re supernatural?”, you questioned, still not believing what he had just told you.

He nodded, then closed his eyes. 

When he oppened them again, they were glowing red. “I’m an alpha”, he smiled, but you were too mesmerized to react to his words. 

“I struggled hard to accept it at first, but now I know who I am. I was the reason why you got hurt and I am so sorry. I don’t want to let you go ever again.”

His eyes were brown again, but they were filled with tears. Just like yours.

“You missed me?”, you asked in uncertainity. 

“So much”, Scott bursted with a smile, the tears threatening to leave his eyes.

“I missed you too”, you croaked and both of you chuckled while being at the verge of crying. 

“I will never leave you again”, Scott promised and you nodded. He then embraced you into his arms.

It had been years ago that you had been hugged by Scott, but it still had the same effect on you. 

You felt protected and happy.

“Do you want to go to the movies tonight?” Scotts voice send shivers down your neck. 

“I would love that!” 

[voidxskyeward]

Crushing (Scott McCall x Reader)

Requested by @issyogirllexie and @jurrasicpork

A/n: I got two requests that were very similar so I decided to basically merge them together, I hope that is okay. Also This is my first Teen Wolf imagine so I hope you enjoy! If you have a request message me and let me know! 

“ I was wondering if you could do and imagine in which the reader is Stiles's sister and Scott has a MAJOR crush on her and Stiles encourages him to ask her out... Loads of fluff and a happy ending “ 

and... 

“Could you do a Scott McCall x human reader? Maybe where Scott is wondering why he feels so drawn to her and it turns out their mates?” 

Word Count: 901

Warnings: None 

Scott’s POV  

I walked down the crowded halls of Beacon Hills High School in search of Stiles. He texted me asking to meet him before first period. I saw him standing at his locker with his sister Y/n waiting for me. Every time I look at Y/n I feel butterflies in my stomach. She’s just so beautiful, and funny, and just overall perfect. 

“Hey Scott over here!” Stiles called out. As I approached them I couldn’t take my eyes off of Y/n. I’m pretty sure she noticed cause she gave me a small smile and waved. I could feel the embarrassment washing over me as I waved back. 

“Hey man what’s up?” I asked. 

“There is a Star Wars marathon on TV tonight and you’re gonna come over to watch it with me” This has to be the millionth time Stiles has invited me over to watch Star Wars. 

“Well I’m not doing anything so I guess I could come over.” I glanced over at Y/n to see her scrolling through her phone. Her nails were painted a pretty shade of pink. At least I’ll be able to see her tonight as well. 

“Y/n I see you painted your nails, I like them.” I stumbled over my words a bit. 

“You’re so observant McCall, thank you.” She gave me a warm smile. I could feel my face heating up. “Well I gotta get to class so I’ll see you both tonight.” Y/n called out as she began walking away. I waved in response.

“So are you gonna ask her out or what.” Stiles mentioned, changing the subject. “Scott it’s so obvious that you like her so when are you gonna ask her out?” 

“Probably never, even if I did ask her out she would just turn me down.” I say disappointingly 

“Well she might surprise you and say yes you never know.” Stiles left me with that and walked away leaving me there in my thoughts. If I were to ask her out and she says yes then all is well. On the other hand, if she says no then everything is ruined. 

---------------------------------------------------

I sat on my bike in Stiles’ driveway wondering what I should do. It had been a few months since I have felt this way towards Y/n. I’ve known her since I was just a little kid. We always got along, but my feelings for her have changed greatly. I think I know what I have to do now. I approached the front door of the Stilinski home and rang the doorbell. I was greeted by Y/n. She was wearing a black, short sleeved shirt and a pair of sweat pants. Her hair was freely laying at her shoulders. She always looked beautiful and she didn’t even have to try. 

“Hey Scott, Stiles isn’t home yet, but he should be here soon. Come on in” She spoke as she opened the door wider for me to enter. She lead me into the kitchen where it looked like she was cooking dinner. My phone buzzed indicating that someone texted me. I pull out my phone and read a text from Stiles. 

“I’m not coming home until you ask Y/n out. This is your chance!” 

“Just great” I mumbled. 

“what?” Y/n questioned. 

“Oh it’s nothing important.” You reply. Y/n shrugged and went back to preparing the food. The room was filled with an awkward silence. I stood behind Y/n admiring her, and also hoping she wouldn’t turn around to see me staring at her. 

“Ouch!” Y/n yelped in pain. She was cutting some vegetables and cut her finger open accidentally. 

“Oh my god are you alright?” I rushed to her side. I gently grabbed her hand and inspected the cut. 

“Yeah it’s just a cut it’ll heal.” She responded with a hint of discomfort in her eyes.

“Well I can tell you right now that your injury is not fatal.” I say in a joking tone. Y/n giggled in response. I didn’t realize how close or faces were until Y/n planted her lips onto mine. I didn’t hesitate to kiss her back. I placed my hands on her hips as her arms wrapped around my neck. I pulled her body against mine and deepened the kiss. Her lips were as soft as rose petals. I swiped my tongue across her lower lip as if I was asking for permission. She slightly opened her mouth and gave some access. When we pulled away we were both smiling.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” I tell her with a big smile on my face. 

“Oh thank god! I’ve had a crush on you for such a long time but I never thought you felt the same.” She spoke. 

“Well, would you like to go out on a date with me?” I asked nervously. 

“Of course I would Scott!” Her voice was filled with excitement as I wrapped my arms around her. Her head was rested on my chest and her arms were wrapped tightly around my waist. 

“It’s about damn time.” Stiles screamed from across the room.” 

“How long have you been here?” I asked, 

“Not long, but I was just in time to see you ask my sister out.” Stiles had a cocky grin on his face. 

I wrapped my arm around Y/n and pulled her closer to me. I never wanted to let her go. 

[huntersanonymous]

Alpha’s Duties (Epilogue)

Author: sumcp

Epilogue: The Good Life

Characters: Scott McCall x Reader

Word Count: 2694

Warnings: mentions of character death, visiting Allison’s grave, sad fluff

P.S. I bawled like a baby writing this and I had to stop like 5 times because I couldn’t see my fucking keyboard and I did’t take the time to edit this because I was crying so enjoy

Summary: It’s been four years since the showdown between the Argent’s and the McCall pack, and the pack comes together to celebrate a very special day, for two very special girls.

Previous Chapter  

“Hey Ally… long time no see.” Scott sat down at the grave, smiling at the headstone that read Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes, tracing his fingers over the mantra him and the pack stood by. “We’ll I guess long time no.. talk?” He laughed quietly, unsure of what to even say. There wasn’t a day that went by he didn’t think of Allison in some way or another, but over the last year he saw her more in more in the rambunctious two year old his fiance was holding a yard away.

His eyes kept darting to them as they played in the leaves, Y/N chasing around a tiny tuft of dark brown hair. His daughters laugh ran through the graveyard, a peaceful sound he was sure everyone here appreciate. The laugh was just like Y/N’s, and Allison’s. It was warm, inviting, soft, and every time he heard it his heart melted. He turned his gaze back to the headstone, taking a deep breath as stared at her name.

“I miss you. Every damn day Allison.. Everyday I wish you were still here, laughing at Stiles’s corny jokes, shopping with Lydia, having dinner with your dad.. I wish you were here to see how much Y/N has grown into just the..” His eyes caught his fiance’s who gave him a tight lipped smile before their toddler jumped on her back causing her to burst out laughing. “The most amazing woman I could have ever asked for.”

He sat at the grave, content to watch the two most important people in his laugh laugh and play until his phone bussed in his pocket. He checked the message, sighing quietly before turning back to the headstone.

“I just want to say I’m sorry.. I know it’s been over a year since we’ve been here, and I know we don’t have to be here to talk to you, but still. I don’t know being here.. it makes me feel closer to you and I know you’d kick my ass if I started crying so I’m not going to.” He felt the tears in his eyes, blinking them away before his daughter had a chance to catch on. He sat up from the cold ground, but remained on the balls of his feet as he traced the words one last time. “Thank you for bringing me into bardo that night with Theo. Thank you for saving me against the beast. Thank you for letting Y/N come back to me. Thank you.. for being the best guardian angel a werewolf could ask for.”

You noticed Scott stood up, smiling down at the grave before turning toward you and your little wolf. You noticed the small smile on his face as he watched you, the same one he had since you became his emissary all those years ago. You raised an eyebrow, wondering if he was done talking to Allison yet, and when you saw him nodded his head you stood up from the group.

“Come on little wolf, me and Daddy have someone we want you to meet.” The little girl beamed with excitement as you walked to her father, and you felt your heart skip a beat as he watched you both. It was crazy to think they would be getting married in a few short months, and then Scott would be starting Vet school so he could run the clinic with Deaton.

“Dada!” Your daughter squirmed out of your arms, wanting Scott right away. You rolled your eyes, a silent joke between you both that he was her favorite. “Dada why yu smell sad?” You smiled at the little girl, a painful twinge in your heart but Scott just smiled his goofy grin at her.

“I’m not sad baby, I’m just missing someone very much. Someone who was important to me and to mommy, and to the pack.” He brushed some of her dark curls out of her face, staring at him with big chocolate eyes that you prayed she would get from him. Scott always argued that he wished she would have gotten yours, but you wouldn’t trade the puppy dog eyes for anything, well until she was in trouble because you can barely say no to Scott, and when they team up? It’s impossible.

She tilted her head to the side, and you could see her little brain trying to understand. She was so smart for a two year old, it was actually kind of scary in a way. She knew what pack was, and who all was in it, so you understood her confusion when Scott said he missed someone.

Scott sat back down in front of the headstone, turning your daughter in his lap so she could look. You sat down beside him, running your finger over Allison’s name. Scott nudged your shoulder lightly, nodding in the direction of the headstone and you smiled as you realized he wanted you to be the one to introduce them.

“Hey cuz… long time no see.” You mimicked the words she told you in bardo four years ago, a tiny laugh escaping your lips. “We wanted to introduce you to someone.. Very special to Scott and I, and we know you aren’t here.. But we named you her godmother, because we knew you would always keep an eye on her, like you do with me.. And with Scott, and the pack.”

You felt the tears coming down your cheek, and you noticed your daughter worming her way into your arms. She nuzzled her head into your neck, trying to comfort you, the way a wolf would if a member of the pack was upset. You wrapped your arms around her, kissing her forehead lightly.

“Allison.. We want you to meet our daughter.. Allison Mary-Jeanne McCall.” You smiled into your daughters eyes, “Ally you are named after the bravest woman I know.. Your godmother. She died protecting the pack 6 years ago. Today is her birthday too.”

You heard the crunch of leaves behind from a distance, turning quickly as your hand fell to your waist band where a beretta 1230 was tucked into it, and Scott grabbed your hand with a chuckle. You realized who it was when you saw Stiles and Lydia coming through the clearing hand in hand followed by the rest of the pack.

You all gave tight smile’s, as you stood up to hug your best friend as Stiles made a beeline for his god daughter, scooping her up in his arms as she laughed.

“Untle Stiles!” You and Scott rolled your eyes together this time, another silent joke between you both. You both agreed she loves Stiles more than the two of you. He was just as much a child as she was as he started throwing leaves at the two year old starting some sort of fight, naturally. Derek tapped you on the shoulder, and you spun around with wide eyes.

“Sourwolf!” You engulfed the werewolf in your arms, all the hard feeling long forgotten replace with a beautiful friendship. “I didn’t think you would be able to make it, it’s Braden due any day?”

“She is but I can’t miss my favorite wolf's birthday!” Derek grabbed Allison up from her fighting with Stiles, throwing her in the air, and her squealing with joy as she repeated ‘again again’. You hugged Liam when he approached you, smiling brightly at the now alpha werewolf. It was an unfortunate accident, self defense as a rogue pack came tumbling through Beacon Hills a year ago and Liam got stuck in the cross hairs, but he has become such an amazing alpha and you knew Scott couldn’t be more proud.

“Hey where’s Theo?” You peaked around him, but noticed his husband was nowhere in sight.

“An emergency at the sheriff’s station, Parrish and Noah said they will be able to make it to the party after this, they let Stiles go because...” You nodded in understanding, knowing the Sheriff hardly knew Allison and Theo and Parrish never met her. You found your way to Malia as she hugged you tight, thanking her for flying in from Paris for your daughters birthday.

“I wouldn’t miss it.” She beamed, making her rounds as she hugged everyone she hasn’t seen since Theo and Liam’s wedding 5 months ago. Mason and Corey came trudging up with Deaton, who you have long since buried the hatchet with. You caught pieces of their conversation of Mason’s emissary training for Liam as you hugged each one of them.

You stood watching the pack from a short distance, as everyone was smiling passing Allison around for all the cuddles they could get. It wasn’t as often as everyone liked that they were all together, but this was one day they were, and it started way before Allison was born. The pack had grown, but everyone, young and old, visited Allison on this day regardless if they knew her or not.

“Sure is a beautiful sight, isn’t it?” Chris put an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest.

“The only thing missing is her.” You sighed into his hug, as he kissed you on the forehead.

“She’s here.” Melissa stated proudly from his side, and you smiled as you both made your way to the pack arm in arm.

“Grandpa! Grandma!” Allison squirmed from Liam’s hold, running full force into Chris’s now open arms. Melissa groaned at the nickname, the whole pack trying to stifle a laugh. She insisted she was too young to be a grandma, but everyone knew deep down she loved it. Everyone chatted for a couple of moments, but the chatter quickly died as everyone formed a circle around her headstone. Everyone’s face held a certain sadness, but there was a sense of warmth too. This was a new thing they had decided to do, in memory of her.

“I guess I’ll go first.” Derek sighed, stepping forward a little as he touched her headstone. “We never saw eye to eye, and I will be the first to admit it was my fault. But I will never forgive the night you saved my pack from the Alpha’s, It will be a debt I can never repay.. Thank you Allison.”

Malia stepped forward, patting the gravestone lightly. “We never really got to meet.. Which sucks because I always wanted to tell you thank you. Without you that day in the woods.. My dad could have killed me. You saved my life Allison, and I really wish I would have gotten the chance to meet you.”

Liam stepped forward, not knowing what to say, but when his eyes found Scott’s he started talking. “We never met, and that will always be something I hate. I remember feeling very nervous about the whole ‘werewolf’ thing and all the danger, and one day when I asked Scott how everyone was still alive after trying to save everybody.. And he told me not everyone was. It was the first time I saw the sadness in his eyes, and it was the first time that opened my eyes to this world. I wanted to help, like you did. I wanted to make a difference.. Because of you.”

Stiles stepped forward, his hands nervously fidgeting on the headstone as he talked. “I’ll never forget that night Allison. I know it’s not my fault.. But after the nogitsune left my body, and you died.. I wanted to die too, it felt like.. Retribution in some way? But I heard your voice in the back on my mind telling me to keep fighting, to not give up, you told me I was the smart one. I always figured it out and to find another way when the nogitsune stuck us in bardo. You saved me Allison, and I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, but I will continue to keep fighting in your memory every day.”

You saw Derek hug Stiles, holding him in his arms as Lydia stepped forward. “Allison I think I owe you the most out of everyone.. Because you always saw what I didn’t. From the sophomore dance you saw mine and Stiles potential, and I know I always used to brush it off anytime you brought it up.. Insisting we were just friends but you knew. You fucking knew, because you are so smart. Smarter than me by a long shot. And there isn’t anything in this world I wouldn’t do, to hear your voice or your laugh again. You molded me into the person I am today, and I am so thankful for you.”

Chris stepped forward, and you were already a crying mess at this point. You noticed everyone in the circle had tears in their eyes, holding each other close. “Standing in this circle of people who love you so much, is everything a father could want. I miss you everyday, but I know you aren’t gone entirely. I love you baby girl, give your mom a kiss for me.”

Melissa hugged Chris as he handed Allison to him, her doe eyes listening to everyone talk as she stayed unusually quiet. “A first love is always special, and I just want to say thank you for teaching my son what love is, and what heartbreak feels like. You molded him without realizing it, into the most amazing son I could ask for. He loves fiercely, and that is because of you, and it was something I never could have taught him.”

Scott squeezed your waist, before standing in front of the grave. “I already said what I wanted to earlier.. I just wish you were here Ally. I always wish you were here.”

You patted your fiance’s shoulder, as you stood in the center of the circle as the last person to go. “I wasn’t raised like you were, and it was something I was always a little envious about, but when I came to Beacon Hills to stop my mom, and protect the pack.. Chris told me of the code you came up with. Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes, we protect those who can’t protect themselves. That saying saved me Allison, and I promise this pack will uphold your legacy, forever, because what a hell of legacy you left behind Cousin.”

You all stood around the grave, no one saying anything until your daughter started squirming in Chris’s arms. Chris put her down and she walked to the head stone, running her little fingers over the words, before turning to look at you and Scott.

“Pack?” She asked, tilting her head to the side.

“Yes baby, she’s pack. Always.” She seemed to understand, and your heart broke a little as she laid her head on the stone. “Happy Birfday Aun Allison.” You smiled at your daughter as Scott scooped her in his arms.

“Happy Birthday baby girl.” Scott kissed Allison’s forehead, as everyone said there happy birthday’s to the two most special woman named Allison. The pack started to make their way to their vehicles to go back to your and Scott’s house for Allison’s birthday party, and as you were walking hand in hand with Scott you felt a cool burst of wind flow around you three. You and Scott turned to each other then at the grave and you saw the leaves dancing in the wind.

“Jusqu'à la prochaine fois.” You whispered, and Scott pulled you into his side.

“What does it mean?” He asked, placing a kiss to your temple.

You looked over your shoulder at the grave one last time as the sun broke through the clouds you could have swore you saw Allison standing in the beam of light, smiling at you three. “Till we meet again.”

And it’s done <3

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